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Aria Jaxon
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Post December 16th 2015, 1:47 am by Aria Jaxon
THEY ALL FALL DOWN -- LAFAYETTE, LOUISIANA.

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Fast-forwarding to this weekend would probably be best. It’s what everyone on the card wants, really, because it seems like the days leading up to Road to Redemption are taking their sweet time passing. In the meantime, EAW’s tour of Louisiana rolls on with a house show at the Cajundome, and luckily for Aria, she’s got a match to keep her on her toes. She’ll have to walk through the curtain any minute now, but for the time being, she’s in front of a mirror backstage. Her glittering Empress of Elite crown sits on the vanity in front of her.

“What EAW did with this Tag Team Grand Prix was dangle a list of names in front of our faces and say, “You think you can take ‘em? You think you can make it to the end in one piece?” It’s like management handed every team involved a hit list, and then waited to see who would get the job done and check off all the necessary names. They wanted to see who had what it took to make it to Road to Redemption, and whatever “it” is, Brett and I apparently had it in our back pocket all along. EAW lined them up, and we knocked them down one by one. Everyone who’s tried to stand between us and what belongs to us has failed. They all believed they were formidable opponents, though. Ask any of those teams, and they’d have told you that our very own Road to Redemption would have more than a few roadblocks and detours, only to be proven completely wrong when it was all said and done. Noticing a pattern here? Teams step up, and they get pushed aside. They swear up and down they’ll beat us, and it doesn’t come to pass. That is now life Brett Kennedy and Aria Jaxon know it. We turn promising tandems into nothing more than names checked off of a list, and now, somehow, for whatever goddamn reason, Drake and Jones think they’re the exception to all of that.”

“I knew it’d go down this way. They’re pretty predictable, in that regard. I came into all of this knowing that I had more than just the match itself to get ready for. Drake and Jones are the kind that like to talk a lotta shit beforehand, and believe me, I’m ready for the back-and-forth. They talk a big game, but I can’t stand here and say they don’t do a good job of backing it up. Nevermind that they’ve got the Hexa-Gun machine behind them, but these two are more than fit to be a standalone team. They wouldn’t have made it this far in this tournament if it wasn’t true. What I will do is give credit where it’s due and acknowledge that they’re a threat, but what I won’t do is treat them differently than all of the others. With the Notorious Samurais, Sexy Curry, and Higher Power, we scouted the competition and gave them the benefit of the doubt. We knew that none of them were to necessarily be slept on, even if we knew we were about to beat them. So no, we’re not scared. We don’t feel like we’re walking into a battle that we can’t win. We’re going into Road to Redemption knowing what we’ve known this entire time: that no team put in front of us is unbeatable. No pair of adversaries is too good for us to topple. You two are being looked at in the exact same light, not as the certain victors that you think you are, but as two men who could have the rug pulled out from you just as easily as it was yanked out from underneath all the others.”

“You don’t have to just take my word for it if you don’t want to, though. You can ask you friends Y2Impact and HBG all about how it feels to lose to Brett and I. Come to think of it, I think deja vu is coming into play, because so far, what Tiberius has said is sounding kinda similar to what The Mercenaries had to say. If he wants to make the same mistakes that his friends did, who am I to stop him? No one that writes us off or underestimates us fares too well. In The Mercenaries’ case, what they expected was a one-sided Battleground massacre. What they got was a back-and-forth match where the new guard not only proved they could keep up, but that they could stoop to the same underboss, gutter-level tactics as the grizzled veterans...and win. So answer me this: if your precious, standard-bearing, championship-wearing Hall of Famers couldn’t put us away, what makes you think that you can? We’ve already taken on the apex, and won. That was how we knew that we could handle anything that came our way afterwards. After all of that, is anyone else worth sweating over?”

Aria removes her crown from its place on the tabletop, pausing briefly to place it on top her head.

“You might be a master thief, Tiberius, but you and Drake have picked the wrong pair of marks this time. The heist you’ve got planned won’t happen the way you’d hoped. People who have tried to steal from us wound up with nothing to show for it in the end. You two punched your ticket to Road to Redemption just to lose. You’ve gotten this far just to end up empty-handed. Weapons formed against us don’t prosper, and plans for our demise go up in smoke. You’ve invited us to try and stop Drake and Jones’ meteoric rise, Tiberius, and unfortunately, it’s an invitation we’re gonna have to accept.”

She glances at her reflection one last time, giving herself another once-over before starting off down the hallway.

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Brett Kennedy
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 16th 2015, 1:35 am by Brett Kennedy
The scene begins in the late night, perhaps early morning scene of a bedroom. A quiet area at the moment due to the time, the room is covered in darkness except for a small area. With the lamp turned on, and the brightness of a laptop cranked at its maximum, Brett Kennedy can be seen with an unnerving focused look. A few clicks from the laptop's trackpad, and a video starts playing. The video, coming from the 5 on 5 match at Civil War, starts at Kennedy and Y2Impact fighting outside the ring. 

Laptop: 'Impact and Kennedy are having an all out SLUG FEST now! They’re rolling around on the canvas swinging fists into each other with rights and lefts, but Impact is getting the upper hand and has Brett’s head pinned to the mat with one hand and is PUMMELLING him with fists! The referee tries separating them both, but BK HITS A THUMB TO THE EYE TEMPORARILY BLINDING IMPACT.'

Kennedy stops the video feed to stand up from his desk. After stretching a little bit, Kennedy walks over to the fridge and grabs a can of Coke. After walking back and sitting back down on the desk, Kennedy cracks open the Coke. After clicking the play button again, a shuffling can be heard from bedside, as Aria Jaxon shifts her sleeping stance.


Aria: 'You know that stuff's bad for you, right?'

Kennedy: 'Sure, but so are those cheesecakes you devoured on Tuesday.'

Aria: '...Shut up, you dork.'

With that, Aria goes back to her beauty sleep, and Kennedy returns his focus onto the video playback of him and Y2Impact.


Laptop: '...WITH A PUNCH TO THE STOMACH! Imp backs away holding his gut in pain and Kennedy JUMPS UP AND HITS THE BK’S SEAL OF APPROVAL!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!'

Kennedy continues watching the footage up until his untimely elimination, then closes the video. After a few seconds of contemplating whether or not to join Aria in a time of slumber, Kennedy shifts back to the laptop and opens up a video from a Battleground episode. He advances through the footage up until the main event tag match, where Kennedy and Jaxon competed against The Mercenaries. Kennedy sits in silence as he watches the duo of Y2Impact and the Heart Break Gal technically decimate Kennedy.


Laptop: 'Aria makes the blind tag...and Y2IMPACT HITS THE EVISCERATION ON KENNEDY! KENNEDY TAKES BOTH KNEES WITH MAXIMUM VELOCITY!'

Kennedy stops the footage, and stares at the laptop for several minutes, sometimes scaling back the footage to see the Evisceration again, over and over. After each minute, Kennedy takes a sip of his Coke until it empties, when he grasps at it firmly to crumple the can. The noise wakes up Aria, who makes several grunting noises as she gets up from her bed and walks over to Kennedy. With the bed's blanket around her, Aria wraps her arms around Kennedy, who startles in surprise. He turns around to see the half-awake eyes of Aria.


Kennedy: 'Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up. It's just...looking back at footage sometimes gets the best of me.'

Aria: 'Brett, just come to bed. It's getting late, and we need the rest before tomorrow's house show.'

Kennedy: 'Yes, against two jobbing scrubs who don't know they're gonna tag with each other until twenty minutes before the show. I think we can handle them if we only slept for 6 hours tonight.'

Aria: '...It's Saturday you're thinking of, isn't it?'

Kennedy points and pokes Aria's nose, as if to say 'Bingo'.


Aria: 'You've got time to brood over them, just come to bed.'

Kennedy: 'Just a few minutes more, okay? I want to make myself a... let's say I want to be a better tag partner. How's that? Maybe I don't want to take the brunt of the pain, and look like the weak link of the team.'

Aria: 'Jesus, who's been saying that?'

Kennedy: 'Pretty much everyone at this point. They do have a bit of a point, though. I mean, who in this partnership is taking the majority of the other team's moves?'

Aria: 'I mean, you are, but you're also not helping yourself with what you say.'

Kennedy: 'What, is saying the truth just too much for the other guys?'

Frustrated, Aria walks back to the bed, and falls on it. After rolling to her side of the bed, Aria extends her arms out to the air.


Aria: 'I'm not here to argue, I'm here to sleep. Come sleep with the Empress, Brett.'

Kennedy: (sighs) 'Fine, let me throw this can in the trash first.'

With that, Kennedy gets up and throws the can near the garbage, not precisely getting it in. After looking at the can on the ground, Kennedy shrugs and walks back into bed, where Aria hugs him down beside her.


Aria: 'Now, doesn't this feel better?'

Kennedy: 'Yeah, but do you know what would feel better?'

Aria: 'Tag titles?'

Kennedy: 'You read my mind, honey.'

With that, Kennedy gives Aria a kiss on the cheek as he grabs part of the blanket and they both go to sleep. The scene fades to black.


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You know, the easiest thing to say is 'You don't want any part of so-and-so'.

I can already sense it from Lackey 1 and Lackey 2. The one thing that makes them a tag team is the same mind set, and boy, do they have the mind-set. 'Oh, Brett Kennedy's the weak link'. 'This guy is just being carried around by Aria Jaxon that he doesn't know how to walk on his own anymore'. Man, how far do assumptions take you in this business. Apparently, enough to kiss the asses of the two biggest bitches of the company, that's how far. You certainly didn't get here for your talent in the ring, that's for sure.

Then again, I shouldn't really say that you don't have a lot of talent. If you didn't have talent, you wouldn't be in this tag title tournament finals, would you? Just like us, you had to go through three different tag teams just to get here. Let's face it, your talent got you through the devastatingly great team of Angelo Brando and Lance Hart. Your impressive talent got you buy against Lucian Black and Jacob Senn. Your incredible talent got you by against The Iconomy. I mean, your talent must be so great, that you should merely run right through us like a bulldozer, right?

You see the sarcasm I just used, guys?


Sure, you can easily say that we were hand fed a spot in the finals, thanks to Dark Demon elbowing his tag team partner. It is what it is, and it just happened to occur to us. Now, we have people doubting us again, back to the old spot we started in, back when people seriously thought Sexy Curry could beat us. It's a spot we're so used to at this point. Go ahead, plant that underdog tagline on us one more time, so we can prove some fuckers wrong one more time. Let's see what Bonnie and Joe can do against Drake and Jones, the 'greatest' tag team out there.

Speaking of comparisons, let's continue on with the Family Guy comparisons. Let's talk about the referee. He kinda looks like Mayor West, doesn't he? He must be Mayor West as well! Better get some fucking toffee for him, because Mr. West does love his toffee. What about the ring announcer? He's so hairy, people mistake him for Brian Griffin. Let's get him some booze so he fits the bill, too. What about Matt Ryder and Jake Mercer, our oh so glorious commentators on Showdown? They must be like Tom Tucker and the new broad they put in so they can keep the product fresh, giving us news that we already know about. You see how stupid comparing wrestling to a sitcom gets. This whole 'Brett Kennedy is in the limelight of Aria Jaxon' is getting kinda old, don't you think? I mean, if you're gonna compare Aria and I to a cripple and a housewife, let's call you two a nymphomaniac who is only synonymous for his dick references, and a fat black stereotype who can't keep a TV show together because he's actually pretty boring. Yep, Bonnie and Joe are actually facing Cleveland and Quagmire.

Talk about a 'Giggity Giggity Joke'...


You both don't understand, though. Cleveland and Quagmire don't really understand what this means for us, and me more specifically. Yeah, I've been saying that this is my chance to get back at the Mercenaries, and maybe I shouldn't ask what I want so I don't get beat up again. Yeah, every time we've met, I don't come in with the prettiest of faces. Let's face it guys, I don't come in with a pretty face to start either. The end result of the matches I've been in with Y2Impact has always had blood involved. At Civil War, my nose was just spitting out blood like we were at a blood bank. At Battleground, I saw enough Eviscerations to feed a whole Deimos Family. But again, it's this sense of determination I have to get these Tag Team Championship shots. I will run over somebody's grandmother just to get my hands on Y2Impact one more time, to prove him wrong, to prove the Hexa-Sucks wrong, to prove everyone who doubts me wrong. Unlike you guys, who are in this tournament just for the ride, I'm here for a purpose. I'm going to win this tag team championship tournament, become number one contender for the titles, and shock the world one more time and beat The Mercenaries.

If you're not too busy doing what you're doing, why don't you detach your lips from some Mercenary ass and show up on Saturday? I know I fucking will.
Tig Kelly
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Post December 15th 2015, 11:06 pm by Tig Kelly
*Tig Kelly paces back and forth in front of a sea of people by the stage during the intermission of a Hardcore Festival. The riled up group are pushing and shoving roughly as Tig begins his cadence into his speech*


I thrive in the chaos; where most men will stand petrified with fear pretending they are built for the situation, I seek out blood and thrills in it. That's the situation we have on our hands here, just a bunch of wanna-be tough guys jockeying for some kind of mental edge when in reality they're all scared little puppets. I mean, nothing else screams over compensation more than Brian Daniels proudly proclaiming the opening spot in our Elimination Chamber match like he's some sort of superhero with nerves of steel! Truth of the matter is, even the sub par other talent will rip this man to shreds over the long and arduous match ahead let alone having me in there at any point. You're just asking to get your title stripped away from you in violent fashion. It will be a damned mosh pit filled with bones snapping, blood spilling, and the metal cage screaming against the bodies that are thrown into it....AND YOU WANT TO TRY AND GO THROUGH EVERY OTHER FIGHTER!? You're not brave Brian, you're just plain stupid.

*The crowd roars behind Tig as they get more and more rowdy. Beer is flying in the background, people are being crowd surfed around, and you can see the tension building as Tig riles them up further turning to them to speak*

Let me lay down a little timeline for you folks! At the fresh age of 18 I signed my body up for violence and stepped into a cage to batter and bruise the toughest men on the planet. For a whole year I knocked people out inside the confines of metal and earned accolades, nicknames, and absolute fame for my malicious intent. I trained with the best and fought with the best only to prove that I was the best on this whole damned planet in unarmed combat. Then the critics came, much like these scum suckers who underestimate me going into Road To Redemption, saying that I haven't truly ever face adversity in the ring or octagon and have been hand fed wins. Young Tig turns 19 and sees a little downfall picking up 3 losses throughout the year while the skeptics come out of the woodwork and get to point the finger at the right time. But what do I do? What I do best, step right back up to the spotlight and start compromising people's health to claim gold. Went from 10-3 to 16-3 by the time I was 20 proving that I am the most dangerous man around not because I was absolutely unstoppable from the start, but because I learned how to adapt and come back!

*Tig holds the belt up high as people start jumping around and knocking things over in excitement as Deafhaven gears up for their set. Tig gestures to the crowd to rush in around him as he turns around, belt held above his head with people moshing around him*

The moral of this story is that when you cage this motherfucking beast, I come out guns blazing as one of the most dangerous men to be put in front of. Even with nothing on the line I will crack skulls and claw my way to the top of the pack...put some gold in front of me and, well, you've all seen what happens when I get a title shot. I end streaks, I end careers, I take whats mine! You want to disrespect me like Rhaegar has done by taking cheap shots over and over again? That's fine, its the only way you can feel like you have some control over our little situation. But face to face with no where to run, I will send you into the worst downward spiral Greek history has ever seen; and we all know how bad it is to top some of those falls from the Greeks. You want to underestimate me like the current champ Brian Daniels and Mr "I Did It First" Tyler Parker are doing? Good, come in thinking that I'm not a threat to that title, to your lives. The easiest way to end up dead in the jaws of a predator is to put it in your head that they're harmless. One victory doesn't mean you have my number, it means that I made a mistake and you just got to be the one to fall on it. 

Jaywalker thinks I'll be too preoccupied with my own personal grudges to take his head off, while Carlos seems to think that after having it taken away from him so many times when it comes to opportunities "deserving it" will be enough to make it happen. 

You are all so very, VERY wrong!

*The guitarist hits some heavy strums over the huge stacks of speakers in between Tig's lines*

You want to talk about dangerous situations?

This is dueling with Miyamoto Musashi back in the early 1600s!

This is "The White Death" Simo Häyhä with a Sniper Rifle aimed right at your skull during the Soviet-Finnish Winter War!

This is meeting Sgt Dillard Johnson in Iraq on the battlefield knowing you're the enemy to him!

This is Tig Kelly in a cage about to victimize as many people as he has to showing why he is the most dangerous man in unarmed combat!

You guys are dealing with a killer in his element at Road To Redemption, be ready to perish...


*The Deafhaven kicks off their set loudly drowning out all crowd noise as Tig starts walking away from the camera through the raucous fans pushing and violently moshing around him. The camera fades out on a wide shot of the grounds and the song reverberating through the lens*  
RJ Caedus
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 10:35 pm by RJ Caedus
Intro promo
 
{The camera shows RJ sitting on the top of an EAW ring, by the looks of it, he’s just finished wrestling in a dark match. He has a microphone on his hand. The crowd calms down and RJ starts to speak}
 
Well, what can I say? I made it baby! 7 years of hard, tireless work and finally I’ve made my way to the next stage. The big leagues. E…A…W. But now I’ve got a full plate to deal with. The guys in the back? Trust me. It doesn’t get any more vicious and competitive than this. I’ve seen guys come through that curtain and leave in the very same night, never to be seen again. I’ve seen what this place does to you. What your body has to go through day in day out. But I ain’t afraid, I’ve never been.
 
See its not unreasonable to call me the Certain Future of this business. Because I may be just off the boat, but I’ve crossed an ocean getting here. And that ocean has taught me ONE thing: you need to earn what you want. Now one thing this company also offers are a bunch of so-called competitor’s who think its like some kind of birthright of their’s to win everything. And they do this by various means. I don’t need to tell that to you people because quite frankly it’s been said a million times. And I’m not here to repeat ideas, but to create new ones. Be the best there is and then some.
 
{RJ gets off the turnbuckle}
 
People often give me a pat on the back and tell me “goodluck” right before my match. As much as I appreciate that gesture, I’ve always lived my life by a rule, that is, when you’re good…you don’t need luck. I’ve come too far now to go back, and I welcome the bumps in my road to world championships in EAW.
 

{The camera pans up to the EAW logo on top of the arena and then fades to black}
J-Dynasty 2?
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 9:52 pm by J-Dynasty 2?
Tiberius Jones promo

In a Star Wars trailers parody the video begins in pitch black darkness as someone mimics the voice of John Alloy. A spotlight begins to shine on pimp cane with the letter J in gold as its handle.

The force is strong in this dynasty.

Jaywalker defeating and branding Cameron Ella Eva is shown.

Jaywalker has it.

John Alloy in a handicap match defeating the female led faction of man-slave beta males known as “The Cavalry” is shown.

I have it.

Video from the AWF company Zack Crash purchased shows Jaspora-female- defeating some other chick in AWF whose name is forgettable.

Jaspora has it.

The video goes black.

You have that power too.

As if he’s getting ready for something important the scene focuses on the muscular back of Tiberius Jones in a dark room.

TJ: Nothing will stand in our way.

The video shows Tiberius Jones with his hand on the pimp cane.

TJ: I will finish….

A picture frame of Jaywalker in his more money oriented youth days bullying a vixen, Jenny forcing her to pose for playboy during Dynasty’s Foundation era when she was his subordinate in 2009. Tiberius wipes a tear from his eye and stares as if determined.

TJ: What you started.

The room lights up as Joseph Anubis walks into the room looking awkwardly at Tiberius Jones who does not break character.

Joseph Anubis: ……..What are you doing?

TJ: I’m preparing myself to honour the J-Dynasty tradition of beating up the bitches, Aria Jaxon won’t know what hit her.

Beware Aria Jaxon and Brett Kennedy………….

Suddenly a microphone lowers from the ceiling as Tiberius grabs it and makes jaw motions like he has gum in his mouth as he begins to repeat that last thing.

KEN---

Anubis lightly slaps Tiberius Jones in the back of his afro.

Anubis: This is serious business, Jones.

TJ: I know, my power is so strong I’ve even begun to channel the forces of Mister K’s randomly appearing microphone. Next step, I’ll take MK’s place in the Hall of Fame. And, you call me by my last name now? You sure got all highbrow from chilling with Jay and my sister so much. This is why I hesitated getting you for this video, Drake would play along.

Anubis: If this is why you summoned my services I shall be taking my leave now. I’ll send you reports on Aria Jaxon and Brett Kennedy for you and your partner to study, later.

TJ: Yeah whatever.

Joseph Anubis walks away. Though he left, Tiberius has in fact gotten serious due to the mood.

At the end of the day, I can’t bring myself to hate on you too much Aria. I mean you did win the largest tournament EAW’s ever had and earned the moniker of Empress here in EAW, considering my name is Tiberius it would be quite bad form to disrespect an empress. I guess I could do some magic tricks and try to mock you over how Heart Break Gal declined being in the tournament, so you didn’t beat the greatest vixen of all time! Then again, Eris was in the tournament, so for me to act like HBG alone being out of the tournament makes it unworthy I’d just be dissing another one of my allies.

Nope. I’ll have to accept that you and Brett are some sort of Bonnie and Clyde.

Except it’s more like Bonnie and Joe.

See you’re like the young Beyonce of EAW, instead of having a Jay Z you associate with a Meek Mill like Brett Kennedy and thus you two as a team bring about no gravitas just like the real Meek Mill’s relationship with a much more powerful star. It’s no good for either one of you. Real talk, Brett Kennedy isn’t THAT bad, like I said average Joe, but because he isn’t that special while beside a shining star people mock him almost as much as they do Team DCW and Jay Omen. As for you Aria, you’ll always be looked at as the girl with no standards willing to deal with lesser men, that’s why someone like Thomas Minns had the confidence to approach you. How you’re perceived brings a new twist to Bonnie and Joe, no more average guy and badass chick, I’m now talking Family Guy Joe & Bonnie, in the eyes of the people you went from a fly chick to a fat easy housewife and he went from average to looking like a handicap. Don’t you get it? It’s not a just a now movement with celebs, this is some ancient shit that makes Queen Elizabeth’s man only Prince Phillip, it’s the royal system. A powerful man plus powerful woman equals greatness, a powerful man and a nobody woman is aight, at least a nobody man and a nobody woman draws no attention but a powerful woman and a nobody man is the most tragic combination possible. A queen can’t make a king out of her lover no matter who he was his ceiling will always stop at prince, a king’s wife is never just a princess, only a king can make a peasant queen. You think Drake & Jones are going to be beat by such a dynamic? You don’t know us at all if you think we’ll allow ourselves to be given such a humiliation.

Consider this upcoming defeat a favor, I KNOW Brett, YOU KNOW, you don’t wanna see any of Y2Impact.

And I don’t wanna see any of what I know would come if you two somehow beat us. I’m already throwing up chunks in my throat just thinking about it, all of the world will be up in arms about “who is the power couple of EAW? Is it Y2Impact and the Heart Break Gal, or Brett Kennedy and Aria Jaxon?” like it isn’t already obvious. Y2Impact and The Heart Break Gal are the personification of the Bonnie and Clyde the two of you could never be.  

More importantly, this isn’t the smooch smooch division, this is the tag team division and it’s about tag team fucking wrestling. I truly believe, that if Drake & Jones don’t get the job done, those titles will become more and more a lover’s prop rather than a symbol of tandems going out there and displaying the art form of tag team wrestling in its truest sense.  Drake and I, unlike the two of you, have lasted throughout this tournament by the way of our skills coming together to achieve great feats, while you relied on facing weak opponents or getting help like you did when Dark Demon turned on his own partner to knock him out when the two of you couldn’t get the job done. Don’t mistake our times of having fun or parodying the American way for a lack of being a true threat, we aren’t just two guys who spend a little too much time on what some call geek culture, we aren’t just two over the top gun nuts playing around with Hexa-gun’s obvious gun motif, we are the switching of the paradigm in this division! Drake & Jones, Baba Yaga & Rogue Element, Darkness Flame and Komodo Dragons! I know you two think you have what it takes to win the grand prix, you think it’s right in the palm of your scrawny little hands but you don’t realize that when you step into the ring with Tiberius Jones you step into wrong part of town, it’s misty and dark at night, I’m the thief in the shadows who’ll snatch everything you have, or think you have. This exact time last year, I pick-pocketed the career away from a hall of famer, and since then I’ve picked up championship loot to place around my waist, I’ve joined the greatest rogue’s gallery EAW’s ever had, and I’ve been smack dab in the middle of the biggest war ongoing in this company, I plan on finishing the year with a victory that puts a cherry on top of all those things I’ve done. I’d like to see you try and stop me.

The camera goes black.
Brian Daniels
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 8:21 pm by Brian Daniels
Isn't it tiresome? I often ask myself that same question, over, and over again. Isn't it tiring to confront the same situation with a different approach to each confrontation? I've been approached by numerous elitists who sought out glory, who had predetermined their success before they even got inches near me. And look at every result, take one glance back at every man I've gone through since the night I made Tyler Parker tap out to become the Heavyweight Champion of the World. I know it may not be saying much that in my very first defense; I made the man who's no longer competing in this company, Alex Anderson... tap out. I took everything he loved, everything he cherished --- away from him. There was nothing more that he wanted than to be on the very top, and he got to feel that for not even a month. I chopped down that tree and moved onto another, Jacob Senn. It's well known that this certain elitist had overcome the odds and picked up his very first World Championship victory by defeating me in what was one of the most clustered main events in recent history. It's only justified that I go onto defend my championship against the same man who's gotten the better of me in the past, and prove to him that he was, and will never be any better than myself. And not so long ago, it seems it was almost yesterday --- that I played the very role of a therapist between two savage and sadistic men, who's fixation was on tearing each other apart, but in the same process had the aspiration of becoming champion. In that one night, I made history... a moment that no other man can say they've experienced. I became the first individual to successfully retain his World Heavyweight Championship in the same year inside the Glass Walls and High Voltage match. It's only fair that I add onto that accolade, to gain the right to say that I walked into the Elimination Chamber as the very first contestant, and walk out no different than how I walked in --- your World Heavyweight Champion. Do you think I'm foolish for pulling off such a ridiculous stunt? Why? Why should a champion hide behind numbers three to six? I'm under the impression that as a fighting champion, as your defending champion; I should be able to not only present a challenge to everyone else, but allow whatever obstacle to present a challenge right back at me. It's a justifiable reasoning for my entry number, but that's only half of the explanation. I want to continue on this path of prosperity and showcase why I'm the best Elite Answers Wrestling has to offer, bar none. We've had our Tyler Parker's, our Mr. DEDEDE's, our Xavier Williams', our Zack Crash's, even our Devan Dubian's. Each and everyone of them has had to prove to someone or another why they're the best, that's where I differ from them. I don't have anything to prove, I don't have nobody that I needs pandering to. It's a bit rich, coming from a guy who's walked in my boots, a guy who's done nothing, but ponder about what new ways he could improve and prove himself to everyone. That's no longer my case, that's no longer the man that represents this company. I don't have to call myself the Champion of Champions, the Face of EAW, the Best in the World, or any other self-gratifying nickname to be what I already am. Why should I? I've worked my ass off as much as the next guy, and yet there's always the great stick measuring contests between every egotistical swine. 

I was once told by a legend, that if I ever wanted to get anywhere in this company; there would have to be a point where I didn't have to force my opposition to recognize my accomplishments. That same man being the Heart Break Boy, and with that one quote he taught me something I would of never grasped until my end of time. I had to become a legend all by myself, I had to make the men and women who compete, who attend, who run this place who Brian Daniels really is. He wasn't a joke, he wasn't the laughing stock, he wasn't a guy that was easily overlooked for lack of an astonishing history. I couldn't say it more than I already have, my history will never compare to the likes of Jaywalker, Heart Break Boy, Mr. DEDEDE, and so many others. But why should I have to follow behind a success story to make one of my own? That's a question I'd like to personal direct at a man who's never competed against me in any solo competition, Jaywalker. I understand there's so many other guys in this match that I'll have to later approach, but I'd like to start of the man that has made less of an impact in his return than what was expected of him. How does that make you feel? You're one to judge quickly, only to slowly realize that it may be regrettable in the endgame. I personally don't know if you're truly underestimating my ability within the squared circle, or that your ego has recently underwent an overgrowth that it knows no bounds. You're not a man to speak of ignorance; you've spent your entirety thus far taking losses to men you've disrespected to the core. I honestly once thought that I would cherish the first moment I got to step foot inside a ring with you, that it would be the greatest moment ever. But how could I now? You lost to Tyler Parker, that's understandable --- he's apparently out to achieve the same feat that you claim that I thrive to achieve. But that was merely a rainy day, the storm erupted long before that match even occurred. Or do you choose to forget the day you lost to Jacob Senn at what's considered the greatest event in EAW history, huh? You're a beast, you're a monster, you're this unstoppable force that EAW dares not reckon with; and you lose, and you lose, and you lose. There will be no difference from Pain for Pride, there will be no difference from House of Glass, you will share the common fate as you did with those matches. You along with everyone else who's "fate", who's "destiny", who's "aspiration" is to take away what doesn't belong to them. Carlos Rosso, a man who's desired World Champion gold, but has yet to prove himself worthy of attaining it. I mean how could he? This is THE man I beat in four minutes or so to solidify my spot as the first entry into the chamber. What kind of man enters into the chamber with that lackluster momentum? He's had build over the year, he's had the same running shoes on and has been darting for my championship, for any World Championship, and has waited so longer, and has failed so much. Tig Kelly? This is ALSO THE MAN who lost to the SAME MAN --- that I beat in four minutes. The irony of it all? Tig Kelly was only a week into his National Elite Championship reign when losing to Carlos Rosso. Tyler Parker, the same man I've made tap out, another "feat" that I need not to mention out of respect. I find no issue with rehashing it out with him, but I find it arguably common that rivalries get in the way of the main task at hand. And I honestly, HONESTLY, don't understand why this deranged fool known as Johnny Ventura's brother; Rhaegar, is even competing in the chamber in the first place. This same man who's relived his history of having his mother shot by some angered soldier, transmitted worldwide, and I question his intelligence. I don't know if he considers this a wrestling company or some Shakespeare play. But then again, I find myself avoiding the crackpots of this company, they just end up finding me. And with each mention, with each man noted --- I believe my chances, my will to defend and retain my World Heavyweight Championship extends over what I originally saw it as. I never doubt myself, I never doubt my abilities, I often let my body tell the story and my mouth caption the calm before the storm. It's only in due time, that I display and showcase my honed craft, and secure what will be another successful defense in the record books. I will not only defend my championship, but I will go on and continue to do what I've been known to do best while this championship stays under my control; make history.


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Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 7:43 pm by -
Road To Redemption Promo #1







My career has been very interesting to say the least. It all started on a Dynasty Pre-Show back in 8 months ago.. Month after month I was on and off the pre-show until the month of Pain For Pride 8. After beating Cyrus Reigns, I was set to face Maxwell Dachs for his Intergalictic Championship one week before PFP. Due to illegal tactics Dachs pulled one over on me.. and then at the PFP Battle Royale I got my vengeance by eliminating him. Weeks pass and there was nothing for me. I wasn’t booked. I grew tired.. and I seeked a way out of my situation. With my very unselfish ways, I noticed the wrongdoing that not only I, but every single new elitist was facing.. so I acted on it. Chris Elite just gotten fresh out of a victory and nobody paid him any mind except me. Eclipse kidnapped Showdown’s GM to get the opportunities he deserved.. and me? Well I looked at them and said it’s time. When opportunity ceased to present  itself.. We made it. The Iconomy was born with three elitist who are hungry for opportunity.. The Iconomy rose from elitist that everyone refused to see to elitist that you cannot keep your eyes off of. The Iconomy is a force that will bring in the next generation replacing the old. This. This is my duty.





I’ll lead the crusade that will destroy the civilization you’ve come to know. The real advancements will make themselves present when this company opens their eyes to real talent.




We’ve gone to war since day one. TLA.. Carlos Rosso.. Vance Tybull, Tyler Parker are all names we’ve gain victories over. We’ve come closer than almost any team in EAW today in dethroning The Mercenaries as the Tag Team Champions. Wars is something The Iconomy is very familiar with and I’m sure there are plenty more to be had to accomplish just what we desire. History always tends to repeat itself but destiny simply cannot be changed. Trust me when I say I will make this company stare into the eyes they continuously try to avoid. A difference can be made with 3 slaps on the mat and every victory counts. The Iconomy has a fire lit deep inside it’s core and will take down any obstacle that decides to step in our path. Each one of us has had our fair share of adversities in this company.





Mr. 200% has always shined but the fire was dimmed out by the shadow casted upon him.  




Chris Elite. This man has taken more shit than any man should. Leaving the company on numerous occasions only to return and still get the same kind of disrespect he had before he left. Chris was piling up victories as if they were nothing just this last time and still.. not a glance from anyone. Chris was growing increasingly frustrated and seemed like leaving was on his mind once again.. until I came along. I seen the fire and talent inside of him and I wouldn’t let that go to waste. To this day Chris is my brother and I would go back and do it all over again because this is the guy who should be holding a New Breed Champion. Chris is without a doubt one of the uncrowned kings of Next Generation. Since his time in The Iconomy.. he went from first match and pre-show straight to the Main Event. Denial they were.. Speechless they are now.  Now that, is a Box Office Smash.





A Family man. A sadistic Monster.. made out to be a minor threat?




Eclipse Diemos. I’ve known him for qutie a few years and was definitely a no brainer when establishing The Iconomy. His background.. his life.. and the way he was deemed an outcast by EAW made me sick. He’s not like the common man, he’s better.  In the eyes of this company -- Eclipse can’t be viewed as “The Guy” because of the way he lives his lifestyle and even the way he operates inside that ring. Many try but no one can even come close to understanding just what goes on in the mind of Eclipse Diemos. Eclipse is a raw genetic monster who can and will do anything and everything in his body to dismantle someone.. not just to win, but because that’s what he enjoys. Sooner or later everyone in EAW will understand that this monster has no stopping point.. there is not kryptonite to destroy him. He is no Superman. He is no batman. He is definitely no Spiderman.. He is Eclipse Diemos.. Room 13 will always have open reservations.





Then there is myself, JJ Silva. If history proves anything, I am responsible for what you see today. I took the “underachievers” as some may say, and I showed you gold. Everyone spoke such careless words to each of us and as we united they didn’t know how to feel.. so let me clear it up. I tell you, on the day of judgement each of you who belittled this generation will give account for every careless word you spoke, for by your words will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned. Our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, the veterans, against the power over the injustices against us.. The Iconomy’s warriors will retaliate accordingly. I have knack for seeing talent and look at what I’ve made; are you truly that blind to not see? Or maybe it just wasn’t suppose to happen this way. It doesn’t really matter because I’ll continue on being the ring general that I am and take what is rightfully ours.  





Stepping stones along the way to reach the ancient grounds.. it was never meant to be easy -- so The Iconomy sets out just as they would against real threats.





A pre-show match against The High Rollerz and Greg Ward is almost insulting. The Iconomy has done steamrolled over each of these elitist before and now we’re forced to do so again. This is very disappointing but we will still walk in and give him the fight we would to any team out there. This is definitely not the ideal way The Iconomy planned on spending RTR weekend -- but anything is better than nothing.  So let’s evaluate the competition..




The High Rollerz seemed have a small spark of life before completely choking at House Of Glass when we decimated them in an instance. Soon after they managed to scoop out a shot at the National Elite Champion and still failed. Here we are and you two have not stood out since that last title shot. Where have you been? We were winning Grand Prix matches and stomping all across Dynasty.. meanwhile, you’ve been struggling even staying afloat. I always hated when people would say The Iconomy is “irrelevant” compared to guys like yourself. I would never let my guard down and assume you aren’t threats because the truth is talent is there. It really is, it’s just the two of you don’t know what to do with it. You waste your time talking all kinds of smack and spend the rest getting smacked. Sure wins here and there,  but that’ll only get you so far in this company. You want to be noticed? Shut your mouths and beat somebody who matters. Beat someone like Carlos Rosso. Beat someone like Tyler Parker. Beat someone like The Iconomy. We’re not Angelo Brando. We’re not MX-13… We are The Iconomy and just as before, we will beat you. Being quiet in the background and talking shit means nothing to us.. If you want to be heard you have to scream with every ounce of air in your lungs and fight beyond what you’re capable of to pull out a win. We will go tooth and nails.. Scratch and claw, we would kill if it guaranteed the victory. Both of you can sit back and make all the petty jokes you will about us but the fact still remains we ARE better than The High Rollerz. FACT. Nothing has changed in the past few months.. you’re still the same team who has overlived their welcome and reached the highest point they are meant to reach. Let me guess, this week I’ll hear a “ This is different! We’re are far better and more experienced this time around.” Or even a classic “ Choose to underestimate us, we are better than you bitches” with some lame joke you two decide to crack with the one brain shared between you two. You’re inexperienced, unpolished and lacking the kind of chemistry that we possess. Do you want to know what’s in the bag? The Iconomy walking out of RTR with our hands raised; that’s what’s in the bag.





I see the fire and passion. Raw talent, the business is in your blood.. You just don’t know where to go.



I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again -- Greg Ward has a talent that only a select few of the newer generation have. The light shines bright and the fire rages deep but you are far too incompetent in your current state to amount to anything. Your future can hold title reigns and even massive success but you need to take a look at yourself in the mirror before making such rash statements towards an Iconomy member. You walked into that match antsy and willing to pounce on whatever he presented you while Chris stayed back, remained calm and collected. Mental control is half the battle in this sport and you’ve yet to realize it’s not only a physical aspect. Although I’ve taken a deep liking to you, nothing will stop me from winning this matchup. Taking it easy to test you out wouldn’t benefit either team in the slightest.. it’s because I like you that I must hand you the beating of a lifetime. Chris simply gave you brief look at what he’s capable of, he even spared you from a Box Office Smash.. I call that luck. There will be no such luck this time, Greg. Now it’s strictly you show you just why we’re the warriors that will usher in the Next Generation. All restraints are off --- and it’s time to let these Iconomy wolves feast!
Jacob Senn
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 7:14 pm by Jacob Senn
Road to Redemption may be the name of the stage where we will wage war for the fight of the company, but unlike my partner, I don’t fight for redemption. Now, I have every reason to desire redemption against Hexa-Gun and The Crash Regime. I mean, you can go back and look at the countless times that they have struck like cowards during my matches or brought me down in the many times where our forces met in the ring, but that’s not why I enter this match. Ever since my debut in Dynasty, I told myself that I was going to fight for Dynasty and everything that it encompassed as my lands, my dominion. I was intent on protecting this place and giving it a needed resurgence of the best that you could possibly get, and I believe that over my course of being here, I have done just that. Because who made the first strikes? It was a masqueraded Elite Answers Wrestling that is under the control of Zack Crash, who I turned into the monster that he is today. All of this, the attacks, the control, and the hatred that breeds in the stomach of Crash, that was all because of our confrontation two years ago in the same stage that we will walk into in just a short few days. That’s why I desire to protect Dynasty Wrestling because like I said, I’m not going to enter this match with my motivation being the all-to used notion of redemption because it has a nice ring to it, but I’m here to correct a wrong made a long time ago. You could call it my own personal redemption if you wanted to, but I don’t call it that. I don’t want to redeem myself because if I was able to reverse time and be back at the moment where me and Zack Crash were at each other’s throat and I was staring back at that man with my barbed wire steel chair in my hands, I would repeat the same action and do it all over again! I don’t regret what I did, I harbor no grief over it, because I relish what I did to him. The consequences that rippled afterward were horrendous, but it was the price that I paid to gain redemption two years ago against him. Now, I’m here to correct it, to deliver another destructive blow to the career of Zack Crash, but he won’t be alone. There are other victims that will join him in victimization, compatriots that followed blindly to the wrong message and will have their world shattered all around them, rebellious mercenaries that believe that their lack of respect must be compensated and the only viable option for them to achieve it is by total domination and rule over the industry, and they will realize that the forces that represent Dynasty Wrestling are simply superior and a cut above the rest.

I wasn’t surprised for a moment when I heard that Clark Duncan, the right-hand man of Zack Crash that he has taken under his wing, would be the partner to stand beside him in a structure as vile and sinister as the Elimination Chamber Match, one with the added extreme stipulation, mind you. I mean, who else in the right mind would stand with Zack Crash at the end of the day? The EAW roster is already shaken up with the fact that HRDO has aligned himself with Dynasty Wrestling, seeing the truth in that Dynasty Wrestling has always been the one defending and fighting for simply their right to survive in the wrestling industry, but not you. Your unwavering loyalty to Zack Crash is admirable, something that we share as I feel the same way about Dynasty Wrestling, but don’t get it confused to where you shall have my mercy in that chamber. Inside of a cage of that nature, there’s no place for mercy. There’s only carnage, bloodshed, and agony to await you and your “revered” leader in your wide-eyes, and that’s the price that you pay for standing so proudly with a hateful imp such as him. I intend to make sure that you suffer just as much your blind loyalty as Crash does for his unjust hatred for Dynasty Wrestling, not hide or run like you want to believe I will. I don’t fear you or any of the other people that will step in there, I fear for what you will have to endure from Lucian and my own hands when we release out the bitter anger from all of the crimes that you have done against Lucian, myself, and Dynasty Wrestling. You should know from all that time you have been standing beside Zack Crash, watching Lucian and me deal with every hurdle that you have tossed our way, that we aren’t afraid of a fight. You should know from me not only being in this predicament last year with my EAW Championship hanging in the balance, but from just a couple of months ago when I entered Glass Wallz against Brian Daniels to only result in failure to capture the World Heavyweight Championship, that I’m not shy of going to the extreme when need be and going into a fight that I have the possibility of not gaining a victory in. No structure, no weapon, no person will instill fear into me to where I will not fight with every fiber of my being inside of that chamber to keep Dynasty Wrestling and everything that I have done to make it the entity that it is today out of the hands of someone like Zack Crash or Y2Impact. There is no chance in Hell that I will watch the brand and the company that I have defended and wore the banner proud on my arm for over a year now, be reduced to ash under their rule. So inside that chamber, you will be joining your great benevolent leader in the demise that is to come.

The Mercenaries, a team that not only pledge their allegiance to the almighty dollar, but also fight because of their belief that they deserve respect and admiration from the people that has been lacking for some time now for not only themselves, but for the nature of extreme. Would that be correct? I can’t really tell since all the Mercenaries seem to do is attack people with severe brutality and simply make demands for the authority to follow through with. If you truly believe that you are demanded of respect, then you got your ideals twisted. Your entry on this war was from your own accord, which I don’t doubt you will agree with, but you are misguided towards your motivation towards it. You aren’t respected by me, because you haven’t earned my respect. I don’t respect you for one second, for the sole reason that you are just hitmen here to make everyone bow to your cause of bringing extreme back. You believe that the old way of doing things was the only way, that the extreme nature that EAW once had was some type of pure nature that proved your worth, but I came into that world myself and dealt with it and let me allow you to have a chance to detract from that position. The old way, the extreme way, is obsolete. The way that EAW or even Dynasty worked in the past, it won’t run here in this new age of wrestling. On occasion, when the brutality and savagery comes for it, the extreme method is necessary. Heck, just a few months ago you witness matches such as War Games, Glass Wallz, High Voltage, all in succession and they aren’t what represent the extreme nature you desire? Just because of the new way things have turned out, it doesn’t mean that extreme has died, but it has become more of a special and grand occasion to happen when it does. Yet, you won’t be satisfied still. Oh no, you won’t be satisfied until you are in control of everything that is wrestling, right Impact? The reason I speak directly to you, Y2Impact, is because it will be you that has that power. It won’t be a shared commodity between Hexa-Gun, but you will be the sole dictator of the grand scale of Elite Answers Wrestling and Dynasty Wrestling. I know you the cogs of your mind work, don’t forget that I have been in the locker room around you for a while now, and you’re a man who craves power and gold. You have gold on your shoulder, not the gold you may truly desire, but gold nonetheless, and you lack only power to be in your control. I don’t know what plans you have for Dynasty Wrestling and Elite Answers Wrestling, but I do know that they will not bode well for the future of this industry. It will be my mission when I enter that cage of suffering that you brought before us to not only prevent Crash from gaining that totalitarian control, but you too for your covert agenda leaves too much in the air that could be undesirable. So, until then, you and Heart Break Gal can prepare for war, just as I, for I will not relent until you somehow are able to force me out of that chamber.

This is war. The unpredictability, the ever-daunting task that has been placed before you, and the lengths that have been done to secure that one winner, or in this case winners, walk out with the claim that all participating parties are fighting for. Whether in our case it is total control of Elite Answers Wrestling and Dynasty Wrestling or a precious commodity such as oil that is faced in the real world that surrounds us, wars are the same. They are brutal, arduous, and take a piece of a man’s soul from every person involved. The Crash Regime, Hexa-Gun, Lucian and I aren’t some chess pieces to be pushed around for our own entertainment and personal gain, but we’re here to win a war and the way to win a war is doing one thing: doing whatever it takes to get the job done. That’s what we intend to do and what will give us victory and you defeat.
J-Dynasty 2?
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 5:11 pm by J-Dynasty 2?
Jaywalker Promo

(The video begins showing Tig Kelly, Tyler Parker, Rhaegar, Carlos Rosso and Brian Daniels arguing on the last edition of Dynasty Wrestling. The videos goes off into black and turns back on to an animation where rodents are within a black bowl, grasping at each other’s tails and pulling whenever one attempts to climb out while a giant white figure of a bird in the sky continuously flies over head. An animation of Ammit Jones walks in looking down at the bowl with a somber expression.)

Ammit: Woe is the kind who has not the sense of preservation large enough to supersede its desire to halt the progress of its own ilk from being greater than its own, the mentality of crabs. Why are the crabs unable to escape the proverbial bucket of lore? In times of trouble as one attempts to separate from the herd, those in the herd would rather grasp onto that escapee and pull its kin back in, because no one is allowed to shine if there’s a chance they themselves will not, no one is allowed even the smallest chance of survival greater than the rest. Even as the times become more and more dire they do not relent, they make sure that they all remain within their prison ready to be served to the bird of prey.

EAW has been due for a thinning of the masses and the time’s nearly here, the arrival of my champion who will take from you all you hold dear.

Dearly departed souls who have forsaken any role in serving the nature they inhabit, you have shown with your vain displays a depth of sin far too deep to be rectified, an utter lack of survival instinct. Conspicuous by his absence in your petty dramatic argument, the calamity perched unseen in the distance watched it all, the last night you had to save yourselves.

(The animation ends and Jaywalker in the flesh appears in the darkness in what must be some sort of skyscraper as he stands behind a glass panel watching from high up the world below outside of view.)

Some would say I may have done enough in EAW to not need to do what I will to you all when we meet, let alone force so unready eyes to bear witness to such a scene, for the amount of children who will be sneaking behind their parents’ backs to watch EAW after I go about it I’ll take the time to repent.

You all had your chance, on Dynasty Wrestling I gave you all the opportunity to band together, to avoid this cull with a unity that’d bring strength with numbers, but such a thought did not even to cross your minds. It was to be expected, I know you well, I know EAW. It matters not which faces emerge, which names come to be placed on the marquee, the same old tales are retold time and time again. Everyone places their wayward desires at the forefront, risking life and limb for almost nothing.

Tyler Parker regardless of his vague respect, or vague comradery, with Brian Daniels yearns to achieve one final feat so he can cement what he believes will make sure for this year he is known as the best in the world like many greats before him.  

Tig Kelly and Rhaeger would never allow the other to prove so supreme that the other would reach pinnacle of EAW first in their short careers here.

Carlos Rosso believes he has fought too long and too hard to allow another opportunity to pass him by.

I don’t even need to address Brian Daniels, a man so deep in these trivial affairs would ensure he’s first to fight in the chamber, just so he could send a message of his champion caliber. Of course, he too is in the running for the same thing Tyler Parker seeks at the end of this year, and I no doubt know hopes his showing off might fling him into first place in the race, while also keeping Tyler at bay.

You all should have put your health before all of these things, within the chamber is no place for you to be locked in with me! Understand that there is much more to lose within that structure than a match, a championship, or a chance at an award, it is a hell that exists within a vacuum that draws in not only your body, but your very essence, putting it all in harm’s way. How many careers have never been the same after this event that pits man against man within an environment no man should ever have to step into? Can you see the broken pieces of men’s souls forever etched into the steel that have been left behind every time these elimination chamber matches have been fought? Do you grasp the untold sorrow so many have felt as they came to witness the dark nature of their peers they never thought they’d see until it was brought out by this contest? For you who are too young, and too lazy to relieve these events caught on tape, just imagine what I speak of that has unfolded in the past. Then take what you see, whether imagination or firsthand experience for some, and throw it away so you can imagine how it’ll be like when you’re in there with someone who unlike past competitors is fueled by a purpose far more malicious than that of any other man who has ever stepped into that metal den of destruction you are going to walk into.

I’m not here to prove myself.

I’m not even here to be world champion, even though it is what I shall be.

I seek to unleash a natural disaster so great that it’ll remove every single waste of space that dares take shelter within MY neck of the woods and does not pay tribute to the land and skies that they live off of. I have watched you all suck EAW dry, I have witnessed this roster grow and grow ten times the size while none of you care to water the plants or take the time to respect the resources you deplete. Extreme died under you all. Legends have been forgotten and besmirched by both your actions and inactions. A full generation of talents who have no concept of the word respect, and of course therefore have no concept of holding themselves up to any standard of self-dignity. Only within a mutated environment could someone like miss Kelly be referred to as an “ender” when only rid of EAW just another punk kid, a child I might add who you fools thought had any chance of coming in sniffing distance of my year long stretch of 37 victories. Only in such an environment where the food chain is being thrown off balance would someone like Carlos Rosso, who has continuously failed since day one, would be built up to believe that after all these years he can somehow become a predator of note. Only in an environment where the pride of extremists have been brought so low can come a time that Rhaeger would be able to look down on what should be the harshest way of life he’s seen, and instead see a pillowed space where he can lay down and be allowed to spit his dribbles of a more fierce origin than our own. Only when the environment becomes so decayed, would there come a time where both Brian Daniels and Tyler Parker would allow their minds to rot so badly they’ve begun to be under the impression that they can claim ownership to the woods that is home to the last EAW original and the mightiest beast that has EVER inhabited EAW.

After what I do at Road to Redemption they’ll say I’ve gone too far, but with only five blades of grass cut from an entire field of disease I’ll stand on top of the world still contemplating how much more there is left to do.

(The camera expands to the world on fire Jaywalker watches from behind the glass above, and then cuts to black.)
Mr. DEDEDE
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 2:36 pm by Mr. DEDEDE
I wish you knew.

I wish you all knew. I wish there were some way for all of you to just - just grasp how bad I want to become the Answers World Championship. I wish there were some way for you wrap your head around it; I wish I could find the right selection of words to put together to describe it. I wish my passion and my hunger were something I could just paint on a canvas and paint the picture perfect portrait of exactly what it's like to want something as bad as I want to win this weekend. The closest way I can express how bad I want the Answers World Championship, is by becoming Answers World Champion at Road to Redemption. It's the only way I can show it. You're just going to have to see it for yourself. You're going to have to see me fight through the overwhelming amount of doubt from the public as well as my opponents. To believe my hunger, my angst, my suffering, you'll need to see it. You're going to have to see me suffer first. You like it, right? You like seeing me suffer. You like seeing men suffer for a piece of gold. But I've done more than suffer over my career. I've sold my soul to the devil for that ''piece of gold''. I've thrown away everything else I had, any chance at having a family or a real relationship, any chance at success outside of this business, any chance at repairing bridges I've burned with friends and family, its over now. It's all gone, I fucked it away, I fucked it all away. From the beginning -- not of my career -- from the beginning of my life, from the time I was a kid, this was it for me. Nothing else mattered. This was my life. It's something that most of you will never be able to truly grasp ........ but this is literally the meaning to my life. I'm grown up enough now to come to grips with the fact that my career is impermanent, but as long as I am physically able to succeed this is my life's purpose. Some people ask themselves what their purpose is, but I never asked myself that question because this was it. Even when I tried to leave this business it just pulled me back in and I hardly ever put up a fight. Wrestling is my life. It's all I have. I understand that might make me insane. I'm well aware this might all be insanity. Maybe I am a crazed man. I never claimed I wasn't, I never claimed to have the most level-headed temperament. I don't know why I'm like this either; maybe pro-wrestling drove me crazy. Maybe I was born crazy, maybe I just always had a screw loose and I obsessively gravitated to wrestling as my obsession. Maybe if my life were just a little bit different I'd be a late 30's man obsessed over I don't know fucking Star Wars instead, I don't know. Maybe -- look, I don't care, okay? I don't care. 

Okay Devan Dubian, I don't care. As much as I do care -- and I care A LOT -- I truly don't care either. Let me take a step back and explain this to you... the hatred that I have received over many years in my career does bother me. I may go as far as to say it takes a toll on me. The hate resonates with me so much that I feel the hatred even when I'm not receiving it. To this day it still feels like it's 2010 to me even though it isn't. It still feels like the entire world wants me burned at the stake for my actions even though they don't. Maybe it was a little bit traumatic to me when the rules to the game suddenly changed when I won it. The game -- become World Champion at all costs -- the rules changed when I did everything I could to achieve that goal! It bothers me that people can react so negatively to a man who's just carrying out his purpose on this earth. I know it's not as simple and earnest as that, I know it's a lot more malevolent and malicious than I make it sound, but we willingly enter ourselves into a business where it's fair game and open season and we get upset when someone plays the game better than the rest! It bothers me that a natural born winner can be vilified for being what he was meant to be. I've been kicked while I was down for so many times -- and mind you my life is a constant unending stream of varying forms of success punctuated by intermittent bouts of failure, yet from where I see it the world clings to the failure -- it doesn't latch on to the success. When I'm successful it's just DDD being DDD, when I'm failing it's front page news. Suddenly it's who I am. Suddenly I'm just a caricature of the "old" Mr. DEDEDE or the "real" Mr. DEDEDE. But Devan Dubian goes on the first good run of his entire career and the entire world sings his praises like they ever believed in him in the first place. I've already got men like Liam Catterson blatantly overlooking everything I've accomplished and everything I am capable of and clinging to my downfall in order to reassure himself of his illusive chance at actually becoming Answers World Champion. In reality, Devan, he's the one who has no chance and he knows it. He's canonfodder and he can't admit it, he refuses to accept it, so he goes into a losing battle completely gung ho. But I'm just so used to seeing people who will never have a chance at being a legend of my calibre try to tear me down, and if you were in my shoes you would see things the way I see it; you would see clearly that the line between enemy and friend, between supporters and doubters, the line becomes blurred at this level of success. At my level of success, because I'm so brash, unabashed, because I don't mind my tongue, because I don't mince words, I evoke a reaction unlike no other. And despite it, and DESPITE IT, I STILL DON'T CHANGE ONE BIT! MINCE WORDS!? NEVER! Dubian, I'm not going to conform to what people like. I don't give a fuck what people like. I won't try and act like you and try to pretend to be as unconcerned as you just to get a better reception from the crowd. I can't do it. I can't hide the way I feel, I can't contain how I really feel! I wasn't wired to please people, I was wired to be successful and I am successful beyond your wildest dreams! Yes -- YOUR wildest dreams no matter how good your goddamned year has been! You had a nice run, but what I am is more than a run, I am a constant! Constantly successful, constantly the measuring stick, constantly, dare I say it, the Eye in the Sky. 

But it's not enough. It's like Hades the Hellraiser and so many others said, it just isn't enough. It's because of my success that people will never understand how badly I want that Answers World Championship. I want it more than Ares Vendetta wants revenge, I want it more than Liam Catterson wants to redeem his terrible career, I want it more than Scott Oasis wants to fit in with the big league, I want it more than Ryan Savage wants a fucking brownie, I want it the Answers World title more than any of you. I want it more than I want friendships, I want it more than I want fanfare, I want it more than I want a family, I want it more than anything else! So what do I have to offer??? I will trade anything -- scratch that -- I will trade everything for that title! I will give my soul, my mind, my heart and my body for it! There's not another man in that Elimination Chamber who wants it as bad as me! There's not a man in the chamber who will outwork me for it! Everything from the physical aspect to the mental aspect is in my favor, I've trained like HELL for this! I've reshaped my body over the last six months for this! I've trained harder than I have in years for this! I'm primed, I'm ready, my head is clear, I've got a one track mind and the tracks end at heavens gate. 

For five men the Elimination Chamber holds a mirage. For one man it holds an oasis. The long trek leads to salvation for one man, for the rest it leads to dust. 

I am the one. 
The Heart Break Boy
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 2:10 pm by The Heart Break Boy
(The cameras open up in the neck of the woods where The Heart Break Boy lives. He is shown kneeling down in the very comfort of his bedroom, looking unto Jesus while praying with his eyes shut. Cameras zoom even closer as the words come off the Heart Break Boy's lips slowly while he talks to God, thanking him for another opportunity at what he loves to do and vows to make him proud at Road of Redemption 9.)

I thank you, Father for allowing this opportunity to showcase Your glory with the abilities that You have equipped me with. This has been a tough road for me. I have traveled through thick and thin. I was expecting a huge bundle of pride within once I had returned but thankfully through Your strength, I am able to continue boasting on You, no matter who seeks to question my loyalty of Your presence. Throughout this year, I have been overlooked besides the very first time I had returned and before that, I was questioning my decision of ever coming back in EAW. I honestly did not want to do this when I was asked if I wanted to get back inside the ring. I have dealt with too much drama and too much of my own selfish desires pouring over Your spirit in me. There is little time left for me to be here too. Soon, I will be gone forever and there will be no comebacks from injuries. There will be no walking in and walking out. People may not care and seem content with the fact that I haven't lived up to their standards. However, You haven't shook your head once. You knew the trials and tribulations that I had to go through and even though I failed the test for the first time. I'm going to make sure that I'm going out with a bang this time. I don't care about championships to be true. Yes, it would be an honor to hold one once again and I'm not doubting that I won't win one before I'm headed in plenty more deep sleeps. Some people may not realize anything about me. I didn't return to be liked again. I did not return to prove to people that I still got it. There's no doubt that I'm still one of the best ever because with You, who can deny? Only those who have nothing more to say about me. They want to state the obvious about me when knowing that I'm the real deal when it comes down to it. They know when I'm up and active, when I got my favorite boots on and about to write another musical to their ears that I'm something they will have to take a bunch of extra assessing knowledge to pounce. And it's all because of You. I just thank You for everything that you do.


My partnership with the Pizza Boy is also doing more than good. When his manager, Barney asked me to this teaming with this kid, I also had doubts about it. I mean, I'm always up for a good fellowship with the Lord's followers. And there's only a few instances where I hang around people who don't follow Christ if God-willing. I don't force things because I'm not the judge but I will plant that seed in their ears. You know what I also noticed, my Lord? Of course, I don't have it all figured out because You know everything and beyond. I just noticed how everyone has their own philosophy of things. They try to make themselves look smarter than they actually are. This is why I want You to humble me even more. I don't want a carnal mind anymore. I just want to go out and use what You gave me to offer onto the table.  I'm just excited with what You're doing in my life. I'm also excited what You may be doing in Pizza Boy's life. I thank You for using me to cast out those demons that speak into his ear. Now it looks like the Pizza Boy is becoming more of a true soldier in this business. He will prosper with the teachings that You gave me. So therefore, I have no choice to teach Pizza Boy not only into his conscience but also inside that ring, especially this up-and-coming showdown for the EAW Championship.

(As HBB opens his eyes, one of his daughters; Hayden Mikayla bursts in the room while a calm HBB looks over at his old templates of world championships that he's won in EAW. After a few moments, she recognizes that her dad is meditating on God in a situation where he never thought he would be in.)

Hayden M: Oh, my bad! I'll just come back later...

HBB: No, Mikayla, you're alright. Have you seen Alea?

Hayden M: She's still mad at you for returning again in EAW. She doesn't want to come home and rather hang out with mom.

HBB: That's fine. This is a huge opportunity for me that I may not ever get again. I remember hearing Jaywalker state something maybe a few weeks ago or so. He said that he doesn't chase cheap goods or glory as myself and Mr.. DEDEDE. If he knew me as a best friend anymore, I don't chase glory, I give it unto Him. This is why I'm going to take the opportunity to stay in EAW despite it all. I'm going to chase after God and do His will. I don't even chase after championships often and yet, I'm always involved in a title shot. This is my second EAW Championship title shot in a year. I don't come much often on these kind of shots but overall in my career, I have dealt with many losses involving this title. I won't lie, I don't see righteousness behind some of those losses. Most of them should have gone to me and I could have been very well standing here more just a two-time EAW Champion. I'm not complaining but I'm telling truth because I don't care what happened in the past. It's just evident of how things have gone in my career inside EAW. I had been chosen to stay up-right before a company called ACW. Only Lord knows if I had been chosen on the first path to break bridges inside EAW before that. I may not have ever saw His face. Because sometimes blessings and success is too much for a human. It could be very costly for you not to reach salvation. It takes time and humbling to be able and handle such things. My past opponents words have me concluded on that. They have grown so much success that they completely forget about their dark paths where I was the standing in the light, judging their actions of being accompanied inside this company when they have shown nothing but mere irrelevancy throughout. People can have their breakout years, especially for legends.

Hayden M: You have been doing very well, dad. I'm glad that you decided to return again. I see the spark of the old Golden Boy coming out each time you step into the ring.

HBB: Nothing will ever change about my competitiveness. I'm glad that you are the first person to recognize that when I'm fully focused on doing things to my best abilities. Others shamefully look passed what a single boot down their throat could do. Once they first experience the pain and agony that prints out their entire lack of knowledge by whom they are really dealing with, then maybe they will respect you. I will take Thomas Minns as an example for this. He hasn't experienced anything yet, even trying to tell me how dangerous the chamber is to me when I have been through these matches almost every year. I know the full amount of energy to have in this match. I know the ropes and I have already felt the torture off those steel metals. Thomas Minns haven't faced two things yet. He hasn't felt the consequences of trying to capture something that now in my mind I'm honestly believing that's out of his reach. Can we picture a guy like him as world champion? Because his mouth is big and spells out ignorance, it doesn't mean that his skill sets have shown us that's capable of being someone worthy enough to look up to in these type of situations where EAW wants a champion to elevate the level of competition. He's not someone that people are itching to face inside that ring. He's completely unaware of many things. Each time, he's having the audacity to talk about my comings in and out of EAW when I have already solidified myself back for three months now. If I were to leave again, maybe I would have done that by now but the past sprays all over the faces of those unwilling to figure out anything to say against me.

Thomas Minns is the type of guy who will take one mistake and make a large essay about it with no true justification behind it. Yes, he walks out of our match for another opportunity. Yet he calls me weak and all other sorts of unkind words. If that's the case, then he could have very well taken me out to send a message as a deadweight in the mud then going off to conquer that he's the real deal. He didn't do that but comes with an excuse that I'm nothing more but a complete joke of an adversary. In my time and even in this time, a true champion walks by faith and not by sight. Thomas Minns' faith was weak. The truth is that he saw that if I had put my hands on him, there would no fire lit in him to believe that's worthy enough to take out Xavier Williams or Jamie O'Hara. He wanted to take that sacrifice of being fresh in order to prevail against them that night, which is sad. And now Minns believes that he can handle this structure that is something made out of hell to beat five other people that are hungrier for constant competition rather than cheap messages. Even in the mist of this showcase, Minns still has a VERY long road of redemption ahead of him. But enough talk of lightweights... Let's finally talk about our heavyweights in this match.

Xavier Williams is a man that I have always spoken highly about since our first match that I had with him in 2014. A lot of times have changed and he has quickly done something that took the Prodigal Son years to complete. And he took that opportunity against me and Diamond Cage despite me being the very favorite to win that match to become EAW Champion once again. I had Diamond Cage on the ropes of being defeated but Xavier Williams saw differently. He saw two guys about to be witnesses to his new capture and further excellence. I have no complaints about a man possessed to make a name for himself, and not only that, bargain himself to be claimed as the "Best in the World." Well now since my back isn't turn and I'm fully aware of that he's in this match, he can finally show me this reasoning. I'm sure he's much wiser than our recent bouts and I'm excited to see what he has to offer. I'm now telling him that I have a bunch of moves that I have yet used out of my sleeves since I returned again in EAW. Since this is a high prolific match, I will do nothing but quickly execute to show him that how God made me the "Greatest in the World." I'm going to top off any questions that has been lingering around their ears how I can still hang with the best while already seasoned. Xavier, I wouldn't bound yourself on focusing on our champion and a guy that once road the short bus. I wouldn't underestimate the Heart Break Boy and the Pizza Boy. Because soon as you thought we were just fillers for this match, I want you to think again long and hard when your back is up against that mat.

And the same thing goes to you, Jamie O'Hara, our EAW Champion. You shouldn't be stumbling over your words, champ. You should be patronizing the fact that I'm old news and you're the new guy in town that everyone wants to see. You find it differently and have humbled yourself to know that I have more experience in the my thumb than any guy in this match. I can respect your awareness and I can see clearly why you're champion based off those facts. I'm just willing to see how you can pull it off physically with the pressure on you to have five other men, different creatures, different personalities, different level of skills. It's like a difficulty button that you have no choice but to go through; the mild, the good, the hard, the hardcore and the legend. Can you tact on this challenge despite everything that you have gone through? In many weeks, you've been wrestling and having to dispute with only two skill levels and have yet managed to oversee the others that are completely resemblance of roaring lions ready to feast upon this grand mark of doing the unspeakable. Just like the Pizza Boy, I'm going to push you to your limits inside that ring. I am going to bring the best out of you inside that ring. Most importantly, I'm willing to take off your head despite how much I respect your leadership vows. I'm hoping that you are in the same mindset as me because that would make things much interesting to see. Many people are going to focus on this mainevent match the most because of the frequent match-ups that are completely Pain for Pride worthy. You can see about twenty matches within this match itself. But will we see whom is the better man on this night to take our concentration off those future possibilities. I'm going to make sure that I'm the one to do that if God-willing.

Now the Pizza Boy, the man that I have been training for weeks now. I have trained him so he wouldn't become goofy minded to the point that he's unstoppable. Everyone has their weaknesses and faults. No one in this company has ever been unstoppable. And Pizza Boy, with his upstaging talents could have taken on that role. He would have got to the position of being comfortable. That is a large waste to the mind. We have step out of our comfort zone each day and night. I stepped my comfort zone by speaking the Gospel of Christ and how He has given me the capable talents to perform after going blind for almost a year. He has trained me to believe and step out more boldly towards my goals. Guys and girls clue on what other goals do I have? I have done almost everything in my career. I have accomplished the most in this industry. This is why I'm ordained as the Golden Boy. So what are my goals? Why do I take time to train the Pizza Boy? Why do I take time to believe that I'm going to be a champion once again? Those are just a few questions. Many have observed the months and the years of a dominant Golden Boy, which is why a man that's after Christ in me has perplexed their thoughts. They visualize me as "soft," or "shell of himself." But if I'm any of those terms then EAW wouldn't have seen me worthy to enter this match. They wouldn't have put me in the EAW Hall of Fame. They would haven't done anything else but deny my access back into this company. However, they see someone that is one of the best contributors into this business. My goal is to share knowledge, share my passion, share my struggles and my weaknesses because somewhere, I know somebody is watching my every move. And that comes from their eager desire to see how well I can do even as I do the ultimate passion in sharing the Gospel to those that want to listen.

I have no need to stab or unknowingly turn my back on Pizza Boy because I have nothing to gain from it even if there was an ounce of evil inside me. I have pretty much made it up front that in a match like this, there is no reason for us to take advantage of something that only ONE of us can hold. Surely, we both are one as a team but the EAW Championship is an individual success so only one of us can come out with it. Even if neither of us do, I'm not going to get angry or upset. I'm just pumped enough to bring on my very best in a tight situation.

The mystery guy in this match is to no surprise. In almost every chamber that I'm in, there's one fearfully stepping into this match without giving out his name. It's a dramatic appearance of course and I won't take that name that comes from behind those curtains lightly. Obviously since I have fought almost every single legend or solidified talent there is, regardless, I probably would know how to beat them. I'm not boasting or anything, I'm just giving out the truth of this matter. I'm bringing out the best in extreme for this match.
 
Hayden M: But this isn't an extreme elimination chamber match.

HBB: You're right but sometimes threats can be intimidating to folks. And sometimes, you have to make fun and joy out of a hellacious situation.

(The Heart Break Boy grabs his paint ball-gun from under his pillow and lifts it behind his head before turning over to Mikayla and smiling at her.)

Hayden M: Well keep up that passion, dad. You will do great.

HBB: We will do great. In fact, we will do better than great. We will prove why I am one of the....

"Greatest of All Time."

(HBB throws down the paint ball-gun and heads into his prayer closet as the cameras fade to black.)
LVCIAN
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 12:02 pm by LVCIAN
It's been a long, LONG road to redemption but I am so close to my destination. I finally have a chance to capture redemption, what I have been seeking, what I have been chasing for months. In fact, for YEARS. Nearly five years ago I stepped into the ring with Y2Impact in the first ever match for the Answers World Championship. Without the shadow of a doubt one of the highlights of my career. On that night I lost the right to call myself the first ever Answers World Champion. But that wasn't the only thing I lost... I lost a lot more than just that. Everyone thought I was never going to recover from that loss, everyone thought I was never going to experience success as a professional wrestler ever again and I was starting to believe it too, to be perfectly honest. Part of me wanted to give up, to surrender and just walk away into the sunset. And that is precisely what I did.. I walked away from EAW, I surrendered, I gave up my dream. But eventually I came back. I came back and I proved them all wrong. I showed the entire world of professional wrestling that they were wrong about me. I silenced the critics, the doubters, everyone that ever refused to believe in me. And I resumed my quest to become champion. I'm not going to lie. Admittedly, I would have LOVED to be the first ever Answers World Champion. But I am kind of glad I lost that match. I'm kind of glad I have failed to win the big one on multiple different occasions.Because  I wouldn't have gotten this far if it wasn't for those losses. I am who I am today because of failure. You can't build success upon success. Success is built upon failure and I know it's only a matter of time before I succeed at becoming a world champion. It's been almost five years since I suffered that nearly irreparable loss and although I have been quite able to recover from it, I haven't forgotten about it. I haven't forgotten about what happened on that night and I haven't forgotten everything that transpired during the aftermath of that night. I've been wanting to step into a ring with Y2Impact again since that night. I have patiently waited all these years and now I finally have the opportunity to face him again and get MY redemption!

A lot has changed since the last time we met, hasn't it? One thing that hasn't though is this burning desire I have had deep down within since that night to exact my revenge on you, Y2Impact. You have no idea, boy. I have been dying to whip your ass and that's what I am going to do come Road To Redemption! All these dreams I have been having about utterly decimating you will finally take shape this Saturday. As you can tell I am a little bit too excited. But how can I not be? How can I not be when I have been waiting for this moment for so damn long.  A lot certainly has changed.. Nowadays you call yourself a "mercenary" and you share the spotlight with the Heart Break Gal and a bunch of rookies. I'm surprised really. Shockingly, you're not hogging the spotlight anymore and you're actually sharing it. There's something I don't get though... You came back because you feel you have been thoroughly disrespected by EAW and the EAW locker room and you want to teach us all a lesson, right? You want rookies and up-and-comers to treat you with respect? How about you actually earn that right. Don't tell me you already have because clearly you haven't and if you did earn the right to be respected you LOST it. You lost it a long time ago when you joined forces with Drake, Jones and the others to supposedly bring back extreme through fraudulent actions and schemes. Truthfully, you've damaged this company more than you have helped it. You're corrupt to the core, The Mercenaries are corrupt to the core. Just as much as Crash and his people are. As for HBG all I can say is stay the hell away from me. You get in my way? you eat my FIST. I don't discriminate, I don't care if you're a man or a woman. You try something against me and I will destroy you.  Don't do anything stupid. Hide and don't come out regardless what happens. I know Impact will probably be the one hiding since you got more balls than he does, but don't risk it. I'm not going to accept defeat. This Saturday I will unleash the beast that dwells inside of me and I will utterly decimate everyone who gets in my way.

Some people still wonder why I decided to put my career on the line and become Dynasty's representative at Pain For Pride 8. People are still confused as to why I took that burden upon my shoulders. It's simple. Anybody with a moral compass would have done the same thing. It's as simple as that. Zack Crash and his people have done despicable things to innocent people and now it's my turn to do despicable things to HIM! Your current predicament is sad. Zack Crash, everyone seems to have abandoned you. Everyone has realized the monster you are. Except for one person... Clark Duncan. I don't know what you did for him that has him more than willing to fight beside you and for you, but whatever it is it's nothing that concerns me... What truly concerns me is the way Crash has been running things in EAW. The way he dictates people's fates, the way he plays with us as if we were toy soldiers. This has to stop. This Saturday? I don't plan on knocking on opportunity's door when I walk up to it. I plan on kicking that bitch IN.  I plan on whooping ass and obtaining the victory for Team Dynasty! I don't have to run, I don't have to hide. I don't need to, Clark. I have been in this type of matches before. I know I am walking straight into hell, but I am taking all of you with ME. I don't think that is the case. If anyone is detested in EAW it's Zack Crash. You see, your team may have been labeled as Team EAW but I can assure you, you don't represent EAW. You just represent Zack Crash. I don't know what made you want to join forces with him. I don't know what motivated you to become who you have become. I do know this though: You're going down with him. You chose to and you will be decimated just like he will. I'll get my redemption. I'll get your boyfriend out of power and then I will resume my quest for the World Heavyweight Championship! You can try to stop me if you want, but you won't. The Mercenaries won't either. I have to win. Success is my only viable option.
Cailin Dillon
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 10:51 am by Cailin Dillon
 
Road to Redemption #1
 
Footage from Cailin Dillon’s win over Haruna to take the Specialists title that happened off broadcast is sown. Cailin staring at the title as medical personnel check on her battered opponent on the ground. Cailin scrambles over, leaving the title on the apron as she looks down between the medics. An EAW official walks over and grabs the title and Cailin, handing it to her as she’s pushed towards the ramp. The official points and says something and Cailin backs her way up through the roar of the crowd before finally turning and heading through the curtain.
 
 
Rematches… they’re what this business is all about when it comes down to it. Haruna and I have a short but storied history. We met twice before we ever fought in that title match. And now… we fight a fourth time. The first time we fought I was so green by EAW standards. Fighting her was such a lesson for someone who was still learning the odds and ends of being a Vixen in this company. I stepped up to the challenge of facing her, but she showed me why she was being called the future of the Vixens. She showed me that my past accomplishments paled in comparison to what I could accomplish here. And in that match, I apparently lit a fire within her that been calmed after she lost to Tarah Nova at Pain for Pride. When we met the second time, she took me far more seriously than even I was prepared for. Haruna knew the palpable buzz that was growing around me at that point. Let’s face it, she knew it first hand. And I can honestly admit that, yes, she knew it intimately. She showed up for that match like she was about to play in the Super Bowl. She still had a little left to fight for, but I knew I was mathematically counted out of the Empress of Elite tournament. I didn’t fight like I should have, I didn’t fight with all the heart and determination I brought over these last two months. And it cost me dearly. She treated me like a rookie in that match, coming in ready to teach me a lesson and take her prize. And she did. She fought with the anger of someone scorned, and I fought with the attitude of someone who was defeated. Our third match was the real tale of our rivalry though. That’s right, I called it a rivalry. No, we might not be out to kill and maim each other, and there might not exist true hatred between us, but out skills in the ring truly rival each other. And that ladder match for the title was about as brutal as it can get between two fighters. We used ladders any and every way to try and win that title. At the end of the day, I won a battle of attrition. We fought like we were trying to beat the souls out of each other. But I had Haruna right where I wanted her. I exposed her of her sins before we fought, and I had her in the right state of lost and angry. We matched up physically, but I won the fight mentally.
 
Some weeks have passed now, but I still don’t see the major differences in Haruna. When it comes down to it, she’s the reason Sexy Curry lost in the tag tournament. And I understand it, Haruna is sort of half in, half out with the whole tag team thing. Haruna works much better when she’s fighting for one. Her competitive spirit is better utilized when she isn’t standing on the apron and waiting to tag in. It’s nothing against Cloud, either. That girl is a rising star and Haruna knows it as well as anyone. But when Haruna thinks about singles action, she thinks about me, and she thinks about Tarah Nova. Sometimes, she thinks of us together. It’s a need she has, to compare us. During her time here in EAW, Tarah and I have been her most fierce competitors. Her toughest rivals. It only makes sense that when she prepares to face either of us, she rises to another level. She grasps her pen and opens her journal and writes so freely of the way she believes she can beat us. The truth is, Tarah and I aren’t all that similar at all. Our personalities couldn’t be more different. Our goals the same, yes, but when you measure us up, there are so many differences. Haruna made the comparisons, though, because she needed a rival. When Tarah departed, Haruna knew she needed someone else to direct that heat to. That’s how it all fell on me. I have no quarrels with her over it. Actually, I feel honored that a veteran would look at me the way she does. But that Tarah and Cailin comparison isn’t the only one that has ever developed in her mind. She used to compare me, to herself. When Haruna and I used to spend so much more time together, she would tell me that I reminded me of her. She saw someone who was so green, but stock full of so much potential. She could she great things for me, but only a tumultuous road to get there. Mostly because her own road to any sort of glory in EAW was chock full of mini disasters along the way. And when she won her title, and I was the only competitor to not score a pin, she reminded me of her words. Again she told me I brought back memories of her own path. And just weeks later I showed her my path was different by taking her title. The point is I am my own Vixen. I am not Tarah Nova, and I’d never try to be. I’m not Haruna, and I don’t want to be. I am Cailin Dillon, the Specialist champion, and I intend to keep this title right here with me for awhile. This title need a little prestige. It needs to be seen as valuable. Just giving it away so soon… that does squat for it. No one wants to see this as a transitional title. And no one will, at least not under my watch.
 
Haruna, I’m absolutely jacked for this rematch. I’m jacked because you must think my win over you was a fluke. I’m jacked because you and Cloud seem to think I can’t win a match when it doesn’t involve tables and ladders. That was a pretty pathetic approach on the part of you two to try and get over, but I can’t blame you. You’re only remembered for your last match around here, and my last match featured me and you beating the hell out of each other with ladders. But does it matter what kind of gimmick is put on the match if I know I will beat you? Nothing has changed between us since the last time. If they put us in a cage, I will beat you. If they give us nothing but chairs, I’ll still beat you. Ironman, I win. I quit match, I’ll make you scream it. My confidence comes from within, the same place you used to channel so much of your own. I know that when we meet I will have an unmatched level of heart and desire, and you will be out to prove something. Prove it was a fluke? Prove you’re really worthy of being a champion? I can’t put a finger on it quite yet, but I know how it will work. Because that’s how it always works with you. We’re all too familiar with each other at this point to not know. Except you know this, I keep changing the game and getting better and working my butt off. I keep turning heads, and you keep staying level. You know I don’t say this as a knock on you, Haruna. You have been around for long enough and accomplished some pretty great things, albeit just one title. But when you see me, you know my star is not done rising. I know you believe that to be the case. You understood our third match would be nothing like anything you’d experienced facing me before. And I know as you look ahead to our fourth, the same feelings must be there. You know that I will take our match to a whole another level. I have no doubt that you can keep up, but my doubt is to whether or not you can match it. I enjoyed the last time we fought, not just because I won, but because you were near speechless in the days leading up to the fight. We all promo at each other with the hopes of gaining a leg up and proving who truly is the better both on the mic and in that ring. We try to gain a strong footing mentally and then physically. And that week left you a shell of what was already a shell of your former self. Don’t get me wrong, I’m well aware of what you are capable of when you truly are at your best. But you know, too. You’ve seen me at my best, and you know the kind of punishment I can dish out. After all, which one of us was it that walked out on her own after our last fight? I left the building with the win and I left with your title. When we meet at Road to Redemption, it won’t be any different. We will go in that ring and I will come out on top, still the Specialist champion. Your reign ended, and it was a short one. Mine will last and it will be long. I might not be the Empress and I might not be the Vixens champion, either. But I am the Specialist champion, and that isn’t going to change this week.
 
 
Cailin stands backstage after winning the Specialist title and looks down at the title with a smile as a few fellow wrestlers come up to congratulate her. The medics come pushing through the curtain with Haruna on a stretcher and headed slowly for an ambulance. Cailin throws the belt over her shoulder and walks the opposite direction, nodding her head.
The Mexican Samurai
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 10:49 am by The Mexican Samurai
Road to Redemption Part 1


The Mexican Samurai sits on a cold, grey steel chair as multiple microphones are affixed onto a table and pointed in his general direction. A group of reporters from different television stations ranging from TSN to ESPN to Telemundo try to jump over each other for a chance to ask questions in Samurai's direction as a lethargic expression with dark, cold eyes races across the his face.   

ESPN 8: THE OCHO Reporter: Samurai! What are your thoughts on finally making it onto your first EAW FPV? 


Samurai hestitates. 


The Mexican Samurai: I'm only here so I don't get fined.


The reporters chuckle as they get familiar with the routine that has eclipsed Samurai's recent wrestling career within the last few days. 

Sports Illustrated Reporter: Seriously though, Samurai. You're a 100-1 underdog against Dark Demon, who might be the most dominant competitor that is not part of the Hexagun.  Do you really think that you have a chance? 


Samurai glances down at the table, not able to say anything but remember the feelings of betrayal during the tag team tournament where Dark Demon once again double crossed him in their match against Brett Kennedy and Aria Jaxon. The questions kept coming right after the other.. 

NBC Reporter: Do you have what it takes to win? 


TSN Reporter: Dark Demon is unstoppable, what makes you think you have the ability to defeat him? 

MTV Reporter: The world wants to know why you challenged Dark Demon, when you have no chance to win? 


Telemundo Reporter:  ¿Se puede derrotar Demonio Oscuro? 

The questions come fast and furious as Samurai does nothing but glance at the reporters while blinking, he purses his lips before speaking into the microphone. 

Samurai: I'm only.... well... I'm only here because.. 


I'm not 13 seconds.... 


I'm not 13 goddamn seconds!!!


I have to win this match... 

This simply isn't a situation for me to either win or lose a match against Dark Demon. No. This is a do or die situation because there is absolutely nothing left for me at this point except for the legacy that has yet to be created here in Elite Answers Wrestling. When I first made my debut, I had grand expectations of tearing this company absolutely apart from the inside out because I despised everything that professional wrestling had turned into. I spent months passionately explaining how professional wrestling had given me so many concussions that my family life had been absolutely torn apart and I wanted nothing more than to end the one aspect of my life that continued to haunt me in every waking moment. In my second match with the company I was the runner up in my very first Free-Per-View appearance at Pain For Pride 8, in the 24/7 Battle Royal, and at that time, Dark Demon was cementing his legacy as one of the all time greats as he defeated Cameron Ella Eva and The Heart Break Boy to win the Hall of Fame Championship.  I'm sure at the time I wasn't even a blip on the radar of Dark Demon, because he was a man who had done everything in EAW including defending his championship on the biggest stage with one of the lengthiest reigns in history. Who was I?  I was nothing but a little shit-stain who had to beg to be included on the biggest show of the year, probably nothing more than a whiny, little rookie who hadn't proven himself to anyone. I wasn't suppose to be on that card, but I made sure to make enough noise in order prove that I could hang with the elitist in EAW. 


Yet, here we are again, I have been granted a one-on-one match against one of the toughest competitors to ever step foot inside the squared circle and what have I proven to anyone to show that I even have a chance to beat Dark Demon?  I'm probably one of the biggest underdogs in EAW history as the cocky, grandiose, Irish, loud-mouth continues to strut his feathers as he steamrolls opponent after opponent. I'm not Heart Break Boy or Diamond Cage though, I'm not going to be intimidated by your words and reputation because I have nothing to lose. I don't have a legacy to carry with me in this match and I don't have a fan base that scrutinizes my every move and decision, and if you think you can try to grab one of my loved ones and jam a railroad spike into their spine....well... I don't have a family either. It's only me, Dark Demon. The fans that will be clamoring on the guard rail as we go to fight will fade into obscurity as time itself comes to a stop and the two fighters standing in the middle of the ring come into focus. I'm going to look into your eyes and peer right into your soul, because I doubt there is anything else than a scared little coward hiding behind this façade of intimidation. 


I asked you to fight me over a month ago and you declined. At the time, I simply... didn't... care. I didn't want to wrestle unless it involved an opportunity to get a pay raise but I was quite surprised that you would turn down the opportunity for a big payday. You looked down on me, Dark Demon, and I saw that look of contempt for my inferiority in every tag match that we participated in during the Notorious Samurai's time in the tag team tournament. I tried everything that I possibly could to show that I could hang with the likes of you, but you still tried everything in your power to make us lose. I thought I had finally won your respect when I prevailed over Stand and Deliver while you left me high and dry but you just couldn't let me get one over you and you crashed your damn elbow into my jaw socket. I haven't been able to eat solid food for days and every cup of noodle soup I eat is just more motivation to kick your sorry ass at Road to Redemption. The Notorious Samuarai's time is no more, and the camaraderie I once had when we would try to drink each other through the table is long gone, and it's a sad revelation to know that we were never friends because who needs friends in this business right?  


I need to pick better people to admire. 


The big question on everyone's mind is how do I conquer the impossible mountain that is Dark Demon? Here is a man so dominant in his last few outings that everyone expects me to be knocked out in about 13 seconds, and maybe...just maybe...he'll send me careening face-first into the canvas with his dreaded left elbow but...  


I AM NOT 13 GODDAMN SECONDS. 


If Dark Demon really thinks that he is going to break records for the fastest match in EAW, then he has another thing coming because this isn't another Samurai vs. Pizza Boy match.  I'm not going to quit, I'm not going to sit there and lie down because the odds aren't in my favor. I'm going to have to reach deep down inside and show something that has been severely lacking in my department ever since I signed the dotted line to become a wrestler in EAW.  I'm going to have to show grit and determination and prove to everyone that I belong in the upper tier of talent and that I can hang with the legends in the sport such as Demon, DEDEDE, and Y2Impact.  I'm sick of watching my contemporaries such as Thomas Minns and Brett Kennedy reaching for success and being in spots that I want to be in.  I want to main event Pain for Pride just like everyone else, but I look around me and when the dust settles...I'm alone with the Kerry Kellers and Jay Omens of the world. I don't want to be lumped with those kind of people. 


I AM NOT 13 GODDAMN SECONDS AND YOU BETTER BE PREPARED FOR THE FIGHT OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE, DARK DEMON. THIS ISN'T GOING TO BE A WRESTLING MATCH, THIS IS GOING TO BE A FIGHT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? THIS IS GOING TO BE A FIGHT THAT WILL RIPPLE THROUGH THE LANDSCAPE OF EAW AND CHANGE THE DESTINY OF TWO MEN BY SENDING THEM VIOLENTLY CRASHING IN TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE FIGHTING FOR DARK DEMON BUT I'M FIGHTING FOR EVERYTHING: MY HONOR, MY CHARACTER, AND FOR MY GODDAMN FUCKING LIFE. ROAD TO REDEMPTION? WHAT A PERFECT TITLE FOR THE FPV BECAUSE THIS IS MY CHANCE TO SHOW THE WORLD THAT I'M CAPABLE OF FINALLY WINNING A BIG TIME MATCH, AND YOU BETTER BET YOUR ASS THAT I'M WILLING TO KILL MYSELF TO DO THAT. DID YOU HEAR ME, DARK DEMON? YOU BETTER BE WILLING TO KILL ME BECAUSE I'M GOING TO BE RUNNING ON NOTHING BUT HEART AND EVERY DAMN TIME YOU KNOCK ME DOWN, I'M GOING TO GET UP AND BE RIGHT IN YOUR FACE AGAIN!!! 


Samurai stops screaming into the microphone as the reporters sit in silence and camera flashes go off. Samurai lowers his head as contemplates his words before raising his head up again. 

The Mexican Samurai: Fuck you, Dark Demon.  I'm going to knock you out in 13 seconds. 

Samurai flips the table and sends microphones, water bottles, and papers crashing everywhere as stunned reporters shout over one another as they try to throw questions at Samurai. Nothing else is said as Samurai brushes off his shirt and cracks his knuckles, he slowly opens his palms and begins counting his fingers. He counts to thirteen silently before turning to his left and making his exit.


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Jamie O'Hara
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 9:42 am by Jamie O'Hara
Road To Redemption Promo I
Till Kingdom Come.

You know it still hasn’t quite settled in yet. Replaying that single moment of triumph over and over again in my head; the grin gets wider each time and that chuckle of pure joy emerges just that bit quicker.

I fucking did it.

After 16 months of chasing I overcame the odds and took this precious title for myself. 16 months of claiming to be the future, claiming to be a legend of tomorrow, claiming that I am without a doubt worthy of this place on the apex. It’s been some four years since I held such a title; each and every night spent harping back to those days, the feelings of joy and supremacy. A promise made to myself, that I wouldn’t quit EAW until I tasted that success, that I wouldn’t give up until I once again reigned as world champion. From the GREATEST New Breed reign ever, to Cash In The Vault, to this right here, the EAW Championship; it’s been some incredible journey, hasn’t it? A rise to success from absolutely nothing. Told as good as I may be I will always be “too far”, told that I could never achieve success on my own. The class, the finesse. The “good guy” approach doing things the fairer, more respectable way of earning everything being more foolish than honourable. Defied the doubt, overcame every obstacle that was set before me…but I’m not a fool. The chase? That journey was easy compared to what comes next. Endless waves of competition, of contenders hungry to have the same taste of success I have had, looking to add their name into the history books and all boasting that they’re capable of knocking me off my perch. They won’t. Simply won’t. Try as they will, when I took on the moniker of Tomorrow’s Legend I had no plans of putting it on the shelf once the brightest gold laid around the waist of the brightest star; instead this is when that legacy, the defining moments of my career are created. A one month champion, over my dead fucking body.

Wins the title, breaks his arm.

Funny how life can be so cruel huh? Weeks spent on the sidelines resting, watching people vie to face me at Road To Redemption. Week spent listening to hopefuls, contenders carry on and on about taking this belt away, making their claim to becoming world champion. Arm healed or not I was going to make it to New Orleans and I was going to walk into that chamber with the single goal of walking out with this belt in hand. Forfeit? Fuck no. Never did that ever cross my mind; I wasn’t going to prolong my stay on the shelf on the “off chance” that it wasn’t going to heal in time. Worked far too long and damn too hard to win this belt. But it’s been nice. You spend weeks building yourself up, every waking moment is spent fixated on this one goal, this one target that your mind begins to slowly crumble away as you trip, you fall, you stumble along the way. Those between Civil War and redemption, everything felt magnified. I struggle in one match and it weighed heavily. I say something wrong and it doesn’t leave my mind. Quite honestly I’m surprised I managed to compose myself so well in the end. Some four, five weeks to think reflect, it brought much needed clarity. It’s…debatable that Xavier Williams was going to take this title back but I’ve remained too quiet on the matter for too long for it to be relevant now. My second defense, the first true test of my ability as champion. A year ago I walked into Road to Redemption with no expectation to succeed, no pressure to leave anything memorable behind, I was expected to be chucked out first just like Mstislav earlier in the night. Instead I walked away with more hope that I was fit to compete in that chamber, to swing with the best. Now one year later I walk into the chamber as the reigning champion. Four known, one unknown challengers looking to walk out with the gold in hand. If there’s anything I learnt last time it’s that pure will goes a long distance. Watching Diamond Cage pull his beaten, battered, bloodied body up off the floor and somehow overcome Lannister to win this same title was inspirational.

To say I’m prepared to leave my body in ruins to keep this title would be an understatement.

I guess I should start with the one making the most noise; Thomas Minns. Number of weeks back you made a “statement”, you lifted yourself off the ground after defeat, dusted yourself off and set your sights on becoming the EAW Champion. The time off has been…useful…to say the least. In the months you’ve been here I can’t say I knew the name Thomas Minns but there’s just one conclusion, you’re still a fledgling. A young bird who thought he could break free from the pack and fly high and away on his own. Poor, poor mistake. You’ve tried to make your statement, you’ve tried to become a voice worth listening to you but here you stand, unconvincing, delusional, and pathetic.  You know the story of Icarus, right? The son of Daedulas who dared to fly too close to the sun despite his father’s words of warning, causing the wax to melt and send him to his death under the great waves of the sea. You decided poorly, decided to test your ability to fly and now destined to fall to the ground, your feathers turning to ash before your eyes. Harsh. You remind me so much of myself. Cocky, confident, blinded. I walked into this same match being out of my depth; surrounded by talent, competitors that truly deserved to be there and walked past so many who deserved it. I was never going to leave that chamber champion but it didn’t mean I couldn’t leave it without having the one thing that lead to this very championship; momentum. Out survived a Hall of Famer, our current chairman and eliminated the champion himself.  All in my first time competing for the big one, this very title. This your golden opportunity Thomas. You won’t beat me, that’s a fact that everyone knows, it’s something that deep down you’re struggling to come to terms with but it doesn’t mean you can’t make a name for yourself, extend your 15 minutes of fame a little longer, get yourself another article on TMZ. Maybe in 12 months you’ll walk into the same chamber as champion like I will this Saturday night.

But here’s a bit of news for you, you’re standing in my light. The light that radiates from the very best and gives you the chance to be relevant, to be worth the attention. Basking it, you’ve become blind and foolish. I mean, listen to yourself. Shown up twice? Full credit, you have, bravo but you’re not the first. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like the special snowflake you so desperately want to be; your few weeks of glory, being the center of attention has been cute to say the least but it ends at Road to Redemption with a swift boot knocking every fucking tooth down your miserable throat. Deserve it? You think you deserve to be the EAW Champion? Same night I won this title you were being Brett Kennedy’s bitch and every week prior since you came into this business you were irrelevant, you were a joke, you were absolutely nothing. Glass is shattering in your mind, isn’t it? You don’t deserve to be here, but I’ll take it. You’re not the poster boy that you believe you are, I am. Not the star, not the future and not until my body is cold and eight feet under will you be in my position. I won’t tear you to shreds, assuming that Xavier Williams doesn’t. Rather I’ll systematically pick you apart until you can’t throw a punch, you can’t stand on your feet, a true showcase of my talent, my skill and while you’re in that unfortunate position looking back up at me you can realise that I am indeed the poster boy of this company. I am the future, I am everything that I say I am…that I am more, more than deserving to hold the EAW Championship. And you?

You’re nothing.

You’re merely a secondary talent that does secondary things while putting on this façade that you’re a “major player” in the realm of professional wrestling. You’re a side act built to generate the proverbial “heat” that we’re all too familiar with if anyone is actually able to stomach sitting through a Thomas Minns “promo”. You went out of your way to make it seem like I’m a “weak” champion, that I’m just a fluke. Go back to November last year and find the last bloke to say the same shit and look at where his career ended. The only fluke here is the fact that somehow I didn’t put you in your fucking place before Road To Redemption but I guess it’s better late than never huh? A few cheap shots, you’re proud of that are you? First time I had to truly defend my New Breed title I spent weeks being attacked from behind, having to listen to someone’s inflated ego week in and week out. Truth is, like him you’re just spitting hot air and it’s all going to end in one fashion at Road to Redemption. You’re not a contender, you’re not someone whose worthy of fame, you’re not even close to being champion material. Filler, that’s all you are in this match and that’s all you’re ever going to be. Next week you’ll be back to losing to other secondary talent, doing the same old secondary things reminiscing about the time you thought you were going to become world champion.

Walk away; this isn’t something you will ever win.

Of course you’re not the only one whose been on my mind Thomas, Xavier has done just as much to keep my attention with his hand up Hitchman’s arse having him tell the world what poor old Xavier wants to hear. There was no doubt Redemption was going to end the way it did Xavier. You didn’t have another soul to call upon, Matt Miles was mere cannon fodder. What I said happened, when you no longer had an escape it all turned to ash for you and this title no longer sits around your waist. That record of being the best, the longest reigning champion has gone up in smoke. Pity. You and I have on numerous times documented the similarities in our careers but like each of those comparisons, I’m bound to add that little bit more to mine. That record, that history becoming mine. I wonder how it feels to know that you will never truly be capable of matching me. To know that I will best you at anything…and everything. Each and every accomplishment you make is greatly squashed by mine. No, no longer the best in the world, no longer the champion. Sure, you still have your mate whispering everything you want to hear and singing your praises but the mystic is gone; there is no doubt anymore that I’m simply a cut above. You’ve had the luxury of dealing with Minns in recent weeks but truth be told you’ve failed miserably. How you let such a rat get beneath your skin time and time again is beyond me. What’s happened to the great Xavier Williams to allow someone like Thomas Minns to best him time and time again? You’re almost to blame for the inflated ego he carries. You’re far, far from the grand competitor you were back at Pain For Pride Xavier and your year to remember ends in nothing but misery. Like Redemption, your road ends with defeat.

An old friend. It’s long overdue but thank you, Pizza Boy. Our battles leading into Pain For Pride lead to what I have accomplished today. I was down, I had lost the title I wanted to take even further; beyond the record breaking days, beyond the sheer recognition of being the best. I wanted more and I knew that I was never going to take it to the level I could have. Truth is I didn’t think I should have been in the Cash In The Vault match at the time but you, the kid who was nothing more than a laughing stock somehow sparked the fire that led to the EAW Championship. For all the respect that exists, you couldn’t beat me prior to Pain For Pride, you couldn’t beat me at the big show and you won’t beat me at Road To Redemption. Our business is what it is and this match, this chamber doesn’t allow anyone to hold themselves back and I certainly will not. I can’t, I simply can’t. I know you too well, that undeniable potential just waiting for the perfect moment to shock the world and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that it’s not at my expense. What I’ve done for you, what I’ve helped you become I will destroy with my bare hands if I need to. Turned you from a boy people couldn’t stop laughing at into someone who could stand tall as champion and I will not hesitate to send you back to being a laughing stock, just a pizza boy.

But it’s all business, right?

I have the big, bright gold and you want it. I’m all for each and every contender to come after it, I won’t deny anyone the opportunity. Hell look at Thomas Minns. You’re a friend, an absolute great one but it doesn’t mean you’re going to be treated any differently. Tomorrow’s Legend, you know the tag by now don’t you? You know my mission, what I seek to accomplish with this title. I plan on leaving each and every man or woman who steps up to challenge me back down to the ground without a shadow of a doubt that I am the superior talent. No exceptions. As long as this belt is on the line and a host of records to claim as mine is on the line I will do anything and everything, good and bad to make sure it stays around my waist and those records remain within my grasp. All that starts in the Elimination Chamber and Ol’ PB, I won’t hesitate to put you through that glass, spike your head on the steel floor outside, grind your face along the chains or dive from the top of the pod and deliver that sweet, sweet ecstasy. We’ll fight. Yeah we’ll go to war inside the chamber but like our last bout, like Pain For Pride I’ll emerge the victor.

Back in March I vied for votes to face Diamond Cage at Reckless Wiring. I got the chance the compete against someone who months earlier I watch depart the company and at the time I thought I was never going to get an opportunity to face someone held in such a high regard. It didn’t end the way I was hoping but nonetheless it was worth it. Now I get another chance. I don’t think idol is an appropriate word to use here HBB but I’ve always had a relatively high degree of respect for you; always seen you as someone I would like nothing more than to put on a classic with. I know full well that while you’re not desperate for this title, you’ll take your chance if it comes your way without any hesitation one last time before the bell rings for one last time and I would hazard a guess you’re going to take every opportunity to do so.  But here you’re surrounded by the new kids, the next generation of talent….the new age stoners against the old age toker. Of course the veteran is wise, the veteran has more experience; likely more than the rest of us combined. With you there’s hardly a bad word to say and at this point I’m merely stumbling over my own words trying to find something fresh to say. You know damn well what it’s like to carve out a career to remember. You know just how important matches like this are to someone like me. So I would assume you know how far I’m willing to go to keep this title around my waist.

Nothing is simple. James Shields wants to throw in a mystery final competitor? Bring it. A behemoth? A class athlete? A legend? It doesn’t fucking matter how the final person is. It doesn’t matter how shows up in that chamber; I’ll end their hopes just as quickly and just as brutally as the other four. A one month champion is something I don’t plan on being remembered for. I don’t have any desire to be the punchline of jokes, to be remembered as a transitional champion. For MONTHS I’ve been driven to forge a legacy of my own, a name, a career that people won’t forget anytime soon. Each and every day was spent building towards becoming champion where the true battle begins and I can finally start to carve out the name “Jamie O’Hara” among the very best. Break me if you want, defeat me if you can, this is just the first of many, many wars I’m going to put my body through to obtain what I want, to join  the highest echelon of names till kingdom come. Fall at Road to Redemption? No, I will never fall at my first hurdle. I will walk in a man with a dodgy arm, with doubt surrounding me, with the odds stacked but I will emerge STILL the Elite Answers Wrestling Champion.

Tomorrow’s Legend.

The Light In The Darkness.

My reign has only just begun.

#AndStill.
ThePizzaBoy
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 7:11 am by ThePizzaBoy
Road To Redemption 9 Promo 1

The camera opens up on a black and white shot of Pizza Boy staring out a bus window as rural scenery rushes past him.  He looks a combination of tired, bored, and depressed as his forehead rests against the glass and his eyes, almost involuntarily, find themselves watching the trek turn from scenic drive to an urban backdrop.

"Redemption.  It's something I've been striving for since stepping foot in this industry.  Every match has been an apology to the opponent that came before, a love letter and a Dear, John wrapped up into one bittersweet bundle.  A thank you note and an obituary, because men like Jamie O'Hara killed the old Andrew Sanders and resurrected him as something better.  If it ever comes into question as to what 2015 was about in EAW, it wasn't the birth of a faction, it wasn't the splitting of a roster, it wasn't the rise and fall of management, but the ascension of Jamie O'Hara.  It's an epic I'm very proud and very humble to have been so much as a footnote in...and yet, here we are again; The man I took to the limit, and the man who took my game to new heights that no one could have ever anticipated.  Because of Jamie O'Hara I'm the cult phenomenon I am today.  Because of Jamie O'Hara I get to go into the locker room to change instead of having to hang out an emergency exit into a back alley, or get ready in Barney's cramped VW Bug, or Tony's less-than-roomy Dotson.  Because of Jamie O'Hara the crowd quit laughing at me and started cheering.  Because of Jamie I beat Xavier Williams when he held the title.  The list goes on and on when it comes to the ways Jamie O'Hara's positively effected and affected my career.  And again, this sounds like a ringing endorsement, but at the same time it's what it's always been between he and I; business.  He knows that when I step out of that pod and into that chamber that mutual respect will be there, but these long confused emotions that I've had to fight through in regards to him, and he for I, like some weird wrestling puberty, come to a head and we both become men as we walk across that mesh grating that's damned to do a number on our bodies and step through those ropes and go toe-to-toe once more in what promises to be the most unforgiving encounter of our young and prosperous careers.  I think we've both matured enough to know that our strained puppy love for one another isn't anything more than mutual admiration that's only going to promise one thing, and it's not mercy, it's not favoritism, it's not allegiances, and it's not amnesty of any kind.  We do what we've always done, like the Fox and the Hound before us.  We look one another in the eye with zero recognition of the other and we tear each other to shreds.

As the cityscape starts to slow in it's passing on the outside of the bus, Pizza Boy lifts his head and peers over his seat inquisitively, before lethargically rising from his bus seat, pulling a backpack off of the overhead rack, and groggily making his way to the front, rubbing his eye sleepily as he goes.

"And then there's HBB.  To many, that one's a can of worms for me to open. I think I respect him more than he respects me.  I admire him, really.  He's the father that never was for me.  The only problem is that I can't separate the two dichotomies of the man; there's the father, and then there's the ;Father.'  He's served to be my guiding light for far longer than the cameras reveal.  He's been my conscience going into the day-to-day, the angel on my shoulder that browbeats me with disappointment when I backslide...which I've done...a lot.  Maybe more so now than ever that our camaraderie has a name, like some child born a bastard to the world seemingly out of nowhere.  There's no question as to if he out-classes me in the ring.  The man's a legend, and I...well, I used to have to dress up as Bowie the Bo and Tye's mascot that spins the sign on the side of the road when the college kids finish up working for the summer.  There's so much to question about our alliance going into this match, especially considering certain missteps in our game and un-saintly actions of the man I've trusted enough to make a shepherd of my life and career; Are his motives pure? He's taught me a lot, but he hasn't taught me everything he knows.  Was that Goldprint a mistake in our Showcase match a few weeks back? Or was it some sort of subtle warning shot? That's definitely more of a warning than Lioncross got. And what about HBG's remarks going into our match with the Mercenaries? Sure, they're heartless guns for hire, but it wasn't always the way with the Gal and the Boy.  She might know him, inside and out, better than anyone in EAW or wrestling as a whole because of their past...then again, they were also there to destroy us, and exes have a tendency to hold a grudge.  I just wish I knew what was going on behind those saintly stoic eyes.  Are they eyes to be trusted? or is there a twinkle of competition and territorial pissing in my tag partner's eye that just can't seem to fade with experience in an unsavory business and the wily age of a cagey veteran?  Either way, I'm not holding my breath for an alliance to hold up in a match like this. Not with what's on the line in play.  Come the 19th, I guess we find out just how in my head the good Samaritan is, and perhaps just how much I know about his good intentions."

The camera cuts to the outside of the bus on the driver's side.  The sound of the mechanical door opening hisses in the air, before a metal clank signifies it's close and the bus speeds off to reveal a shot of PB standing just outside the walls of a New Orleans cemetery.  He walks along the sidewalk somberly, adjusting his cumbersome backpack into one shoulder as he walks along the wall.

"And then there's Xavier and Thomas Minns, two men I really don't have any hard feelings toward.  Sure, Xavier's reign left a bad taste in some people's mouths, but I tend to keep to myself when it comes to workplace drama.  It's not like I can really stand on the high horse of my fluke victory over the guy and claim superiority when Jamie really won my match for me a few months back.  Everyone knows I wasn't up to his caliber back then, not yet, not really.  I was even considered light work by most, an exhibition for Xavier to show off in when management threw me the bone of facing EAW's champion.  Nobody expected me to win, and honestly, nobody should have...but now? In this environment? Do I benefit being the glutton for punishment that this business has forcefully made me through my trial and error training? Does the fact that 1/3rd of the participants in this match respect me as an equal change anything between yesterday and today? If I've learned anything about the wrestling business, it's that you have to keep evolving.  When they throw a ladder in your path, you have to grow wings.  When you're shoved in a no holds barred match with a man twice your size, you have to grow a thick skin and tune into new surroundings.  I've grown leaps and bounds, even in the short time since we last stared down one another from across the ring.  I've adapted many defense mechanisms in this land of bumps and bruises of ours.  I've adapted, where I think you've plateaued. You hit your head on the ceiling and fell back down the food chain and happened to land on the same link I've just recently risen up to.  Your game has proven to be flawed against challengers higher on the spectrum than you, and yet, like some mad do-do bird, you keep doing the same thing, making the same mistakes, and falling back down to where you really reached your full potential, and yeah, I'm there too, but the difference is that I wont be there for long.  This fish is growing lungs and a pair of legs and walking onto the same shore you keep beaching yourself on until you flop back into the tide of natural selection.  That's why this time when I beat you it wont be because of Jamie O'Hara."

PB finally reaches the steel gate leading into the cemetery.  He steps in to find above ground coffins, walls and walls of burial vaults.  He walks around somberly past extravagantly decorated slabs of pristine marble and desecrated tombs cracked by time and tagged by vandals, all side-by-side like a morbid model of a metropolis.

"And then there's the golden boy Thomas Minns.  I wont speculate how he gained his entry into this lucrative match.  I don't have to.  I look at his pretty, chiseled, un-scarred body, lacking in callous, abundant with a healthy pink color, and clearly well-fed and well rested and know that he hasn't earned anything in his life.  Funny how that works, isn't it?  The rich have it all and work for nothing, get free passes into ivy colleges they can afford to go to while I work my fingers to the bone just to get into a community college night class.  I don't know if you know this, but you've just bought your way into a trap of Marxist proportions.  Never mind my blue collar resentment toward you, take it from me, when guys like Xavier Williams, HBB, and Jamie O'Hara smell fresh, pink, raw meat like yourself, and the reek of entitlement you give off, they tend to go for the throat, because every guy and gal whose ever worked for anything in their life salivates at the chance to send a pretty boy like yourself a step closer to the great equalizer that is death, or at least beat you within an inch of your life long enough for you to realize that the difference between you and I amounts to the size of a hole in the ground when everything's all said and done.  And yeah, I may end up in a pine box and you may end up in polished oak, but when we're both six feet down we're all on the same level."

PB walks up to a fairly elegant looking mausoleum, despite kudzu growing up around it, nearly engulfing it as it reaches up from the earth and wraps around it as if it were trying to drag it down below.  He looks up at it's flora obscured marble name plate.  He studies it with frustration as he bites his bottom lip.

"And of course there's our unknown sixth."

PB looks around, before approaching the mausoleum and hopping up on his tippy toes to try and remove the vines from around the aloft plaque above the door.  He finally makes one last near futile jump and yanks a handful of vines down.  He looks down at his hand full of kudzu in slight surprise, before his eyes meet the plaque, the smile leaves his face, and his eyes grow wide with frozen terror.  The camera pans up to find the words "Pizza Burns N Hell" scrawled across the mildewed down placard where a surname was once carved.  PB, almost in a trance like state, reaches up and pulls down the kudzu over the graffiti, pats it gently, and walks away.

"Well, there's no use worrying about the unknown until you know there's something to worry about for certain.  I come into our match a road weary warrior that's learned to prepare for the worst and to expect only a challenge.  This is my path to gold, this is my proving ground.  I've made it to the end of the line surrounded by familiar faces of men I consider peers.  Some consider me the same, others will have to learn, and all will understand that at the end of the night there is no redemption sweeter than a symbol of dominance emblazoned with your name in gold.  The road to salvation is paved with bruised egos and broken hearts  I know, because every time I've found myself on this well beaten path I've left another little piece of my being until I realized there's a reason men who make it to that gold die a little bit every time they fight to justify their sacrifice of character, enthusiasm, or whimsy.  I've made those sacrifices until there's not much left of my heart to give.  Either I walk out of this chamber champion, or HBB's dragging my corpse back to the hotel and finds another way to find my pulse, because there is no Road to Redemption..."

PB exits the graveyard, swinging the rusty gate behind him shut with a metallic thud as the camera cuts to black.

"There's just a highway to hell paved with good intentions."
Bhris Elite
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 15th 2015, 12:07 am by Bhris Elite
Bust my ass week in and week out for what exactly? Can someone please remind me what I did to land on the Pre-Show? Matter of fact why is it against people I've defeated already? I Box Office Smash'd Jack Ripley about two months ago.  Then just a while ago I made Greg Ward tap out.  I am getting sick and tired of busting my ass but nothing is being shown for it.  Iconomy was robbed last week on Voltage now we have to watch probably the shittiest finals match I've seen in any tournament.  Why is it people like Mark Michael's have a title shot? When the only entertaining thing(If you want to call it that) was pick on Trent Yoder's child.  Yet I'm on the Pre-Show going up against 3 guys who aren't even up to par with Chris Elite.  We are literally facing the ass of Dynasty going against these 3.  




I should probably stop moaning and complaining though right? At least I even get to appear on the show so maybe it's time to address my opponents.  Greg Ward... What much can I possibly say that my in ring performance against you didn't? I mean obviously it wasn't luck because I certainly don't need that to defeat you.  Now I am aware this is you're first big show you've been apart of and you look to standout and guess what Greg? I'm going to help you standout by making you tap not once to me but twice two weeks in a row back to back I will make sure you tap.  See unlike you I am good for my word I said I was going to beat you and that's exactly what I did.  You said you would beat me and "Whoop my ass" and well my ass wasn't whooped it didn't even look like I was in a match.   I've broke more of a sweat trying to make a child then I have going against you.  Greg you can come out and say whatever you want fact of the matter is there is nothing you can say that will make you beat me.  You will simply face the same result and just like I said last week I will make sure you get right back on that losing hump you thought you were off...




High Rollerz... I can ask you the same question can't I? What is there to be said that my in ring performance hasn't? I already Box Office Smash'd Jack Ripley as much as he tries to forget it happened.  So what are you guys going to say? Going to keep acting like it didn't happen? Will you use some lame jokes like making fun of Eclipse shitty tattoos or will you make fun of the fact JJ can't lead us pass the Pre-Show? Well to be honest it doesn't matter what joke you use because I got once that cancels all the other ones out... The High Rollerz. You guys are the joke.  See you two thought you would be some hot shit because you won two of you're first three tag matches mind you the first loss because of me.  Now ever since then you guys haven't done anything.  Eliminated first round in the Prix.  Couldn't beat Lucian Black and Jacob Senn.  Now I kind of see why Greg Ward is teaming with you guys.  You all need a win so bad and you guys want to get one over the Iconomy... Sorry to burst you're bubble and rain on you're parade but it won't happen that win you need so much won't come this Saturday.  Iconomy will win and probably continue to do some other bullshit afterwards that's besides the point though.  Point is despite the fact I should be in the main show and they need me so much to save that show I will make sure that the Pre-Show match is the best Pre-Show match ever with my talent and my talent only... 
TLA
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 14th 2015, 11:23 pm by TLA
The camera cuts to a dark room lit by the glow of the monitor in front of TLA. Old footage of Clark Duncan is shown on the screen. TLA sits on a black and white colored couch and watches intently as he sips purple drank in a wine glass.

TLA: I don’t usually do this. I ain’t one of them people. Those people that study their opponents before matches, who watch hours of footage actin’ like it’s gonna prep they asses for some shit. Cuz they all intelligent and shit, more than imma ever be no matter how much I try. That’s the kinda guy Zack Crash is, and the kind of guy Clark Duncan is going to be, at this rate. But yo… I had to check this out. I had to check my memory, and see if it was correct cuz sometimes there’s just some shit you remember about a person… Some shit that just don’t seem right no more… cuz people always changin’ but before y’all even notice… they done changed again. 

TLA watches footage from September of Clark Duncan and his friend Mario joking around and eating pizzas.

TLA: Ay Dios mio it’s like I’m watching a completely different person. Now the pizzas have been replaced by briefcases and the friend with a boss. But that ain’t what I’m lookin’ for. Cuz people always SEEM to be changin’ but THEY don’t really change.

TLA continues to watch the footage as Clark Duncan discusses his promotion to talent relations manager on Voltage.

TLA: Ahi esta. Eso es lo que estaba buscando. Look at his eyes holmes. The jokes are all gone but make no mistake about it… this be the same hombre. Even back then he was climbin’ that ladder, doin’ whatever it took to get power… and now today he has it. See I ain’t been around so much on the EAW side, I be crashin’ Voltage now and then, I’m sure you remember that Clark. But I ain’t been payin’ that close attention to the politics goin’ on behind the scenes, I ain’t been readin’ the dirt sheets doin’ that research is for the smart vatos yo. So I been too busy whippin’ ass I didn’t even notice this lil hoppa was hoppin’ his way into that power. N now lil playa be runnin’ that game. Mr. Manager of Voltage Relations. Mr. Executive Assistant to Zack Crash. Y’all the second most powerful man in EAW, if rank meant somethin’. To me it just mean you Crash’s bitch. But to you Clark, it means everything. You got what you was workin’ for all them months. All that time put in, schemin’, politickin’, asskissin’, you loyal to Crash tho not really to Crash. You loyal to the Chairman, and you loyal to the power. And how can I blame you! You ain’t a sellout Clark. Unlike all the posers and liars who be steppin’ out they way to kiss ass and get on Zack Crash’s good side you was honest about what you wanted and what you were gonna get from the very beginning. Anyone who was surprised clearly wasn’t paying attention. 

TLA pauses the footage as he takes another sip of drank and pops a molly. He begins sweating as he leans back on the zebra-colored couch.

TLA: Of course I’ve made some changes of my own. You can’t avoid it. No matter how much y’all wanna stay the same, fighting it is the cause of all suffering… and I ain’t Eclipse Diemos. I ain’t about that sufferin’ life. My opponents on the other hand, the one’s who Cross Paths with the Panther… y’all must be down for some pain. And that’s exactly what’s in store for Clark Duncan at Road to Redemption. Cuz I don’t see you as a joke Clark. There was a time when I even thought that out of everyone on any roster, you reminded me most of myself. That ain’t the case anymore. See while you been makin’ that connect, I have been cutting ties with everything that bound me. Nah that’s a lie. I been losin’ everyone in my life. Michelle McGillislutty is gone. King Mustafa and those people… all gone. Only Steroid Dawg remains at my side. Even John Conning and Sebastian Monroe who were so deadset on making me into something I’m not have learned the hard way. You do not tell TLA what to do. I ain’t gonna be the Dynasty company boy anymore, if I ever was. The fans have learned the hard way too. I ain’t some hero who goes out to the ring to fight for them, and I ain’t some jackass who goes out there to promote some bullshit agenda and wants a forum to piss people off. I don’t give a fuck and if y’all wanna label me a lone wolf then so be it. I will take all your titles and imma own them just like I own the New Breed Championship. 

TLA hits the controls as the monitor displays a picture of the New Breed Championship.

TLA: A man who spits on the New Breed title more and more with every moment he is associated with it. Awww yeah that’s gotta piss you off Clark. You and your butt buddy Zack Crash. It must eat away at you that the title that was awarded to you was so quickly taken away by the man who everyone with half a brain knows owns the true title of champion. It must piss you off that your plans went so well, for so long… Promotion after promotion after promotion until you were by Zack Crash’s side… close enough for him to award you a championship and even give you the backup to lead a crusade comin’ all up in Dynasty and jackin’ that belt for yourself. Until I took it back. But you’re a smart guy Clark. You knew I would retaliate. Just like you know I will continue to retaliate as long as I need to, until you put me down for good. Just like I did on Voltage imma break your arm if you don’t break mine first. Cuz you say you are fighting to prove those people wrong. Those people who never thought you would amount to anything, who laughed at you and called you a joke. I am none of those people. I’m not going to beat your ass because I hate you Clark. I’m not going to beat your ass because John Conning told me too. I’m not even going to beat your ass for the New Breed Championship. I’m going to whip your ass because I’m TLA, and that’s what I do.

Kill dawg kill.

TLA takes a final sip of drank as he sets the glass down in front of the TV. The gold and silver light of the New Breed Championship shines through the glass illuminating the Japanese letters engraved on the glass. TLA hits the control, and the light goes out.
Clark Duncan
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 14th 2015, 9:12 pm by Clark Duncan
You may now bow in the presence of one of the best talents EAW has to offer.

I'm not just making outlandish statements for the hell of it. Not a chance, friends. It's damn true. Read all about it. On Dynasty, I made waves. Big waves. I vowed this past to conquer The Mercenaries with Zack Crash by my side. It was the Clark Duncan show featuring Zack Crash that you all witnessed. Zack Crash has had a loyal follower and assistant in myself throughout this whole ordeal but the limelight can and will be shared from here on out. Everyone said that I could never be anything great, doubting the true potential and ability that lay deep within me. During Dynasty, it came out, but that was only the preview. Come Road to Redemption, the real thing comes to life. Zack Crash was skeptical about me volunteering to partner him at Road to Redemption for the Extreme Elimination Chamber and to be fair, I don't doubt him. What have I done in the past to prove that I can actually be a worthy ally and means of assistance to the most powerful man in the company? I have done nothing. No, I had done nothing. Past failures, numerous excuses and a bunch of sad stories to tell. At Road to Redemption, I get to make my name by literally living up the name of the event. I will defeat TLA in the New Breed Championship and then go on to join forces with Zack Crash and make sure Team EAW does not fall to Dynasty Wrestling or Hexagun.

The boys from Dynasty Wrestling are two men that represent their little company in the truest form. They are the faces of Dynasty Wrestling. While men like HRDO and John Conning parade around in their suits, exercising the power they thrive off, Lucian Black and Jacob Senn do the dirty work, they're the two that make everything happen for Dynasty Wrestling. Alas, there is nothing that they can do when Road to Redemption comes around. They're at the mercy of the hellacious extreme elimination chamber and the unforgiving beasts from Hexagun that are The Mercenaries. You can't run, you can't hide and you sure as hell can't win, boys. I don't send out empty threats. The old Clark Duncan that got laughed at definitely did, but I'm all business now. Lucian and Jacob, please let me know just how Dynasty Wrestling can rule over monsters like Hexagun and then convert the entire EAW roster to bleed red? Right now, nobody wants a piece of Dynasty Wrestling. Everybody in EAW detests you all. I've told your amigo TLA that your little Dynasty Wrestling family has no power in this fight against EAW. Zack Crash makes things happen, I make things happen. HRDO and John Conning may have big ideas and grand plans, but all of that rests in your hands. Can you carry the weight of expectation placed on your shoulders? I think not.

It would certainly be remiss of me to end this without a humble brag to my good friends from The Mercenaries. Remember our little exchange last week? What happened to that? Was the help of Luzmala, Drake and Jones, and Eris not enough for you guys? I mean, their best efforts couldn't save you guys from losing to me? Lowly ol' Clark Duncan with Zack Crash as his partner managed to conquer the almighty Hexagun power couple. I guess that means that we can well and truly do it again. I said I wasn't scared of what Hexagun had to throw at me and I think I proved that once and for all. In fact, I thank all six of you for trying so damn hard to make an example of Crash and I on Dynasty, so thoughtful. That only made my win look more impressive. So, Heart Break Gal and Y2Impact, if you two could be darlings and show the same effort at Road to Redemption only to fail once more, that will make the victory taste that much sweeter. I really want to hear what you guys have to say, what excuses you two can give for not making good on the threats to savage me and Crash. Humor me please, I can't be fully serious, I need a laugh or two before the main event where I get my game face on. Tell me how you're gonna destroy me once more... oh wait. 

Everything that I've done in EAW looks minor in comparison to what I'm about to face at Road to Redemption. EAW's future is basically in my hands. It's a good thing I have no fear and have shown that I handle everything thrown at me with aplomb. With Zack Crash by my side, we will defend EAW's honor and save the company from the wrath of the Dynasty Wrestling lackeys and the Hexagun lovebirds. I'm ready for the fight of my life. I'm ready to make sure that after Road to Redemption, nobody every associates the name Clark Duncan with anything less than excellence. That's how this story ends, with me having one job - making sure Team EAW prevails.
Clark Duncan
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 14th 2015, 8:39 pm by Clark Duncan
Is this the bit where I drop a sappy inspirational quote?

I could. I won't.

Nah, you see, for everything I've said and done since taking on the role of Voltage Talent Relations Manager, I've copped so much damn hatred and criticism than I knew what to do with. What I did know what to do with though was the New Breed Championship. When our glorious leader Zack Crash bestowed me the honor of putting that title in the right hands, I knew exactly where it would land. There was only one home for the New Breed title and that was in my hands. I wasn't about to hand it over to a Carson Ramsay, I wasn't going to let it be the property of Kenny Drake. So many options, none of them viable. That includes TLA. The main reason TLA isn't worthy of holding the title is because it belongs to EAW. Dynasty Wrestling has tried to claim it. They wants people to believe that the championship is something they own. Don't listen to that. Listen to me. I preach the good word.

TLA is a guy that operates on his own terms. He doesn't care for Dynasty Wrestling, he doesn't care for the New Breed title, he doesn't care for anyone or anything. A lone wolf is the appropriate label. This guy is just like the rest of EAW right now. In fact, he's steering the Clark Duncan hate wagon. As seen on Dynasty, he has direct orders from John Conning to do whatever it takes to make sure the New Breed title doesn't leave Dynasty Wrestling. It has to stay with them. Once I bring it home to Voltage, they cannot and will not be able to get it back. So TLA, what are you gonna do buddy? Are you actually going to follow orders for the first time I ever and kick my arse? I mean, you and I both know that you didn't need Conning to say the magic words to do it, but at least it's been approved right? I dare you to try TLA, I dare you tear me apart to the point where I can compete in the extreme elimination chamber for Team EAW and the Crash Regime. If you think for even a moment that you're walking out of Road to Redemption with the title over you shoulder, think again.

The New Breed title is a honor. Many greats have held this title. I'm doing the business a massive favor this weekend. For so long, EAW has been trying to take back the championship from the tyrants at Dynasty Wrestling to no avail. I have made several attempts myself to do so. Yet every one of those occasions has failed. I'm done with failing. I will fail no more. I haven't got a single reservation going into this event because that's exactly what has held me back at the previous ones I've competed at. Placing an expectation on myself that I knew in my heart of hearts was stupid. Instead, I'll make sure that no stone is left unturned in my mission to take the New Breed Championship home and there is a damn thing TLA can possibly do stop me.
Thomas Minns
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 14th 2015, 8:34 pm by Thomas Minns
Road To Redemption #1
New Orleans, Louisiana
A Star Is Born

Legend by Drake blasts over the speaker systems. Thomas Minns walks out to a loud chorus of boo's from the fans. He is accompanied to the ring by his personal security. His personal security is wearing shirts that say “#TeamMinns” on them. As always, Minns is dressed to impress. He is wearing a navy blue, Giorgio Armani three piece suit. He completes the outfit with a Rolex Cosmograph Daytona and a pair of Ray Bans. Inside the ring, there is a projector screen. Thomas Minns climbs into the ring, he picks up the pointing stick that is placed next to the projector screen and begins to talk.

Thomas Minns Presents: A Presentation

We're edging ever closer to judgement day. With every day that passes, we become closer and closer to the crowning moment of Thomas Minns. Road to Redemption is within touching distance and with that, the EAW Championship becomes in touching distance for yours truly. Who would have thought it? Just sixth months have passed since I first set foot in an EAW ring and look at me now. I am on top of the world. Showdown has became my own show, I am the most important feature of every single Showdown. Let's take a trip back to June of 2015. I signed a bumper deal with EAW and made my first ever appearance. I faced an elitist called No Name on the pre-show of Showdown, I humiliated him and that would be the last we ever saw of that poor soul. From the moment that I stepped into this company, I have been doubted. I have been counted out by everyone in that locker room, all of you in this arena and everyone at home. Absolutely nobody gave me a chance or a glimmer of hope of surviving. People expected me to just be like the rest. They expected me to show up a few times in EAW and then just vanish off the face of the earth. The difference between everyone else that steps through that curtain and I is that I am a different class. I am top quality calibre elitist, nobody can even dream of being on my level. I am the last of my breed. There just isn't any of us professional wrestlers left. Nobody can compare to Thomas Minns. I am a prizefighter, I come for glory and blood. Thomas Minns isn't here to make up the numbers, I am here to be victorious. I am not just talking about the Elimination Chamber at Road to Redemption, I am talking about EAW as a whole. Thomas Minns isn't someone that just gets lost in the shuffle, I stand out due to my own hard work. I for one do not accept mediocrity, I have made a huge name for myself since stepping into EAW and I am not about to let that slip. I am the name on everyone's lips right now and I will be forever. It takes a special kind of elitist to make such an impact in such a short period of time. Tell me this, what other elitist's first ever FPV match was for the EAW Championship? I doubt their will be many, if any. I've made it to that point that I have all down to the work that I have put in. I have absolutely no help like a lot of people need to make it to the top. Thomas Minns is a man that relies on nobody but himself. My record in EAW speaks for itself. I am embarrassed EAW legends and sent them packing. I have made an immediate name for myself. I know you all love to hear about Thomas Minns but I need to give my opponents attention, let's get this presentation started.

Thomas Minns uses the pointing stick to go to the next slide on the projector screen. The projector screen then shows a picture of Thomas Minns standing over Xavier Williams, Xavier Williams is beaten down after an attack from Minns. Minns chuckles to himself as he looks at the picture before beginning to speak once again.

Xavier, Xavier, Xavier. I feel it's only right to address my biggest rival first. You know, Xavier and I don't really see eye to eye. For some time now, we have been in a few scraps. It all started when I cost him his chance of winning the EAW Championship back from Jamie O'Hara. Xavier Williams evidently didn't take too kindly to my actions and took a real exception to what I did. He seems to be a little bitter that I have been able to humiliate and beat him down time and time again. If you're that mad, Xavier, why don't you do something about it? Week after week, I am the one that stands tall over Xavier Williams. How do you feel about that Xavier? I know for a fact that it really bothers you. I can guarantee that you are having sleepless nights over this whole situation. You just aren't able to get the best of Thomas Minns. I find it quite ironic that you have labelled yourself the Best in the World, let's take a little bit of logic into play here. If you aren't able to get the better of me, surely that makes me the Best in the World? On the other hand, I don't need a silly little nickname to prove that I am the best in the world. If you need that little ego boost then have at it, Xavier. Speaking of ego boosts, what does Albert Hitchman exactly do for you? Except for stroking your ego on a day to day basis, of course. He doesn't offer you any kind of service, he is simply a yes man for you. You're just keeping him by your side because he hangs off your every word and agrees with everything that you say. I know that you're paying Albert good money and what a waste of money that really is. You should really take a leaf out of my book, Xavier. I spend my money wisely. I spend money on my personal security who protect me from degenerates such as yourself. These two men offer me a great service, what kind of protection can a balding middle aged morbidly obese man offer you? Unlike Albert, my personal security do not need to say anything. I can handle my own verbal battles, I do not need to be spoken for like you do. Albert is nothing more than a pawn in your little game, he is an embarrassment to you. Saying that, you and Albert do go hand in hand. You both are irrelevant little men that should stay away from my limelight. You two are just trying to ride my coattails to the top and live off my glory. Don't worry though, Xavier, I'll be done with you soon.


Thomas Minns taps the projector screen once again so that it goes to the next slide. This time, the picture is of Thomas Minns delivering the Sleepless in Seattle to Jamie O'Hara and stealing his EAW Championship.

Jamie O'Hara is a man that I do not respect one single bit. I do not respect him as man and I do not respect what he has achieved in EAW. Jamie O'Hara is what I like to call, a fluke. It's pretty incredible that he has managed to make is this far off nothing but lady luck itself. He's managed to make it to the top of EAW without a tiny little bit of talent in his body. That's pretty insane but just shows what a sad state of affairs EAW can be sometimes. Let's be honest here, your EAW Championship reign has been an utter disgrace thus far. You've not been a fighting Champion whatsoever, you were even put on the shelf by my due to that title to your skull. I've humiliated and shown you up not once but twice. How can anybody possibly see you as a viable EAW Champion? The EAW Champion is supposed to be the best wrestler in the entire company, that is definitely not applicable in regards to Jamie O'Hara. You do not represent this company in any positive way. The reputation of this company is being damaged by you holding that EAW Championship. You're not the poster boy that EAW needs, that role belongs to Thomas Minns. I am honestly upset at how you are destroying the integrity of that beautiful championship, just hand it over to someone who actually deserves it. You were incredibly lucky to even get a shot at that EAW Championship. You won the Cash in the Vault ladder match which gives eight people a chance at getting a shot at any world title that they want. Let's just take a minute to actually look at your competition in that match though. Zach Genesis and Christopher Corrupt have since left the company as they simply didn't match up to the standards that we require at EAW. Eclipse Diemos, Aren Mstislav, Carlos Rosso and Scott Oasis aren't even on important enough brands to waste my time talking about. Only The Pizza Boy is worth my breath but I will get to him later. It's not exactly like you had to go through stiff competition to get a shot at the EAW Championship. It's almost as if you were handed that shot on a silver platter. I think it's an outrage that you were even given another shot at that EAW Championship after you blew your original shot. You lost your chance at the title when you failed to cash in your Cash in the Vault and you were just handed another shot, that was a stupid move that shouldn't have been allowed. You're going to be demanding about 4 other chances after I beat you for your title.

Once again, Thomas Minns taps the screen so it changes over. This time, it shows a picture of Thomas Minns walking out on his match with Heart Break Boy.

I cannot believe that I am taking time out of my day to talk about this man again. Last time we faced, I simply walked out on the match because you weren't worth my time. I wasn't about to waste my precious minutes on embarrassing an old has been like Heart Break Boy. I walked out on our match because I had better things to do. The night of our match, that was the exact same night that I well and truly put myself on the map. It was the same night that I attacked Jamie O'Hara and Xavier Williams causing their EAW Championship match to go to a no contest. That was a huge night in my EAW career and it all started with a smart decision that I took upon myself to put into action. You may have enjoyed that free victory, HBB, but I was the one that came out looking like a bona fide star. You just looked like a man who was so unimportant that his opponent couldn't even be bothered to face him. If I had actually decided to wrestle you that night, the result was pretty inevitable. Of course, Thomas Minns was going to reign supreme over someone as past it as Heart Break Boy. Your years have come and gone, HBB. I see you're still hanging onto your place here by a thread though. The only reason that your ass hasn't been shown the door is that you're part of the furniture here. You've somehow managed to wedge yourself in a cushy little position in EAW. No matter how many times you “retire” or go on a sabbatical, you're always welcomed back with open arms. Frankly, I think that is a disgrace. You should not be allowed to just walk in and out of EAW at any time you feel like. The wrestling business never stops, we do not have an off season. I guess that your old body just can't take it any more. Years of laying on your back and being pinned must have taken it's toll on your frail body. You just can't handle the schedule anymore, I suggest you get out of here before it's too late. How on earth do you expect to survive inside that vicious elimination chamber? That chamber spares absolutely nobody, it can be a career ender for the wrong people. You remind me of a horse that has a limp, HBB. You know what they do to horses that have limps? They put them down.

Thomas Minns presses the screen once again to go to the next slide. This time it shows The Pizza Boy being beaten down by Thomas Minns in a tag team match they were both in.

I just can't comprehend this. I just don't understand how this man has managed to worm has way into this match. How has this comedy character found himself in a match for the EAW Championship? He must be counting his blessings right now and counting himself ever so lucky. I've mentioned how Jamie O'Hara is damaging the integrity of such a prestigious championship but The Pizza Boy winning the EAW Championship would just take the cake. This man is nothing short of comedy relief, he's literally found himself in this match due to the work of Heart Break Boy. The fact that they were able to qualify together is an absolute disgrace. Who possibly thought that was a good idea? We've allowed a tag team to enter an elimination chamber, it's obvious that they're just going to work together to further their chances of leaving Road to Redemption with the EAW Championship. Thankfully, I will not allow that to happen. On absolutely no grounds will I let this happen. I have more talent in my little finger than Heart Break Boy and The Pizza Boy do combined. This means that I can simply beat both of these men single handedly. It won't prove too much of a task too, just look at them. Let's be honest here, The Pizza Boy just doesn't belong here. This is my territory and he needs to get out as soon as possible. The Pizza Boy doesn't even warrant talking about, he should consider himself lucky that I've actually taken time out of my day to utter his name. I'm going to get rid of him pretty quickly.

Thomas Minns presses the screen for a final time. The screen then shows a picture of Thomas Minns lifting the EAW Championship after he stole it from Jamie O'Hara.

This picture. This is going to become an all too familiar site for all of you very shortly. Thomas Minns lifting his EAW Championship in victory is going to become an iconic picture that thousands will clamour to see. People will travel for miles on miles to see Thomas Minns carrying the EAW Championship. It's been a fairytale journey to the top for Thomas Minns and there isn't a time limit on when it's going to stop. This elimination chamber at Road to Redemption is just the beginning of something special. The Thomas Minns era is among us.


The projector screen turns to black as Thomas Minns smiles to himself. He talks to his private security and tells them to leave the ring with him. Legend by Drake begins to play over the speakers once again as Thomas Minns climbs out the ring and walks up the ramp. He ignores any fans that are shouting abuse at him and simply walks up the ramp with his head held high. Once he reaches the top of the ramp, he turns around and raises his arms in victory as the camera fades to black.
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Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 14th 2015, 12:29 pm by My Watch Has Ended
Ever since I arrived at Voltage, I was always the man to feel burdened because of another being interfering me from success. But ever since a slight change in the direction I submitted to, I have felt far from insignificant. Some people may argue there have been two victories and that I shouldn’t become overconfident about this recent success. But if you think about it, I have managed to silence the Pure Champion and the man who has silenced my success for so long in the space of two weeks. Now, I am the additional member of this match to claim the dream, the chance to reclaim the championship of my dreams. A second world championship, added to my name, elevating my name further, silencing those voices I hear that dismiss me. However, this does not come easily, I have five other men in a torturous environment that hinder me from taking that championship and hoisting it so that you, the peasants of this world, the parasites that breed on this planet, can value me as a warrior, as someone who is a god against you lesser forms of filth. 


You know, it’s funny how people have had this right to judge me and assume that their words of disapproval over my direction of words have influenced me. They’re wrong, just like every single opinion from my rivals this weekend unless they concede defeat. But I never waltzed into this chamber with the opening of my rivals suddenly feeling an urge of retreat because I was added to the list of the chamber. They are all bloodthirsty men and some have had the pleasure of knowing my power before. Some haven’t been as fortunate. You know, when Ryan came into EAW, I never thought for one second he’d make it this far. I suppose it helps since DEDEDE carried him to the top because I have had the pleasure of dealing with this pathetic waste in another company, long ago. Weak then and today, weak today, even though he broke the bond with himself and DEDEDE and the depressing thing is, that separation is going to cost both DEDEDE and Savage the chance to become Answers World Champion. You men, even though the other has many years and practice of World Champion experience, won’t be ready to take the victory with you, leaving the chamber this weekend. But as for you, that company of ours where you choked to become champion will bring back painful memories once more. In fact, when you sealed yourself the chance to become a step closer to the championship, you fucking choked to someone weaker than you and the only way he could’ve possibly beaten a person better than him was if his opponent was vulnerable. I know the times have changed and you’re probably going to assume that you’re a stronger man than you were a few years ago but deep down, you’re not. It is easy to say shit to protect yourself but it’s hard for you to pull your finger out your ass and bring your words to life, which is why you’re going to fail on Saturday night. You don’t strike people as the man to evolve but the man who’ll be stranded on the same place, years passing by with little to achieve. That is why I can already dismiss you as a probable hope to win that championship at Road to Redemption because you’re never going to change. Even if by some miracle, El Landerson won the championship, you’d still do something to fuck up everything so save your words of confidence for a match you know you’ll succeed in and leave this battle to the men who know how to win a world championship. 


The same should be applied to Scott Oasis. Ahh, bragging rights are going to apply in his speech because I am sure he’ll be eager to claim that time after time, he’s made me look like a bitch and I will agree, he did and I am not going to argue with him. But that was during a weaker period of life, one where I kept facing humiliation after humiliation, only achieving losses, nothing more. Now, you’re no longer in the ring with that same Liam Catterson but a Liam Catterson who actually asserted dominance against others. Who actually knew how to succeed and even though those words mean nothing, your lack of emotional pity is nothing I pay attention towards. Dismiss it as much as possible but I am honest about retribution against you. Aren was not the only person that I demanded to vanquish in this new direction but your name came about too as I remember you being involved in a few matches with me. Some were vital and some weren’t but for most of those matches, you could walk out the ring with a smirk and taunt me so you could feel successful that you beat a former Answers World Champion. How amazing would it be for me to finally see you eliminated, considering you took away a chance for me to step closer to a world championship before Pain for Pride this year, I have been blessed to be considered in the same match as you. I never walk into any significant match with a singular goal laid out for me and that second objective is for you to feel the same torment you allowed me to feel back then. Then, AND WHEN I DO CLINCH MY SECOND WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP…You will watch, shamed over how a failure like yourself could screw up so much that you once more, walked away from a world championship match with nothing but regret but I am sure that the departure with pain won’t be the only sign of regret this week. I am sure that you will also regret your choice of words when you reflect on why you failed. 


There is one man I have never encountered the same presence as in this company and a man who many fear. Whereas others see this person as intimidating, I just choose to ignore his threats and move on with my own life. Not because I fear the possibility of his dangerous infliction against me but because I don’t simply care. But there is one thing that has attracted my interest about him and it is his thirst for the championship. So remarkable, a man like Ares is so determined to win the Answers World Championship, he is actually assuming it is already his. I won’t lie, he is an enigmatic person but he isn’t anything that turns me away from this championship opportunity. Whereas he is hell bent on retrieving the Answers World Championship for his own, he knows little of how disappointed he will be. The time is certainly ticking for Dubian and I know you’re so hungry to be his replacement in terms of holding the Answers World Championship but that day will have to be suspended for a little while when I clinch it. You’re not the only one counting down the clock until his departure from the name ‘champion’ becomes apparent but you won’t be the one to fill the void that seeks the new champion. This may be our first interaction and I wouldn’t put doubt on it being a one time deal, which is why I feel honored to be in the same opportunity as you. Not because I respect you but because I know once I clinch the championship, I will be the new target of Ares Vendetta and that means, I caught your attention whereas I was a mere creature in your world. You will get your wish of seeing Devan Dubian conquered but you won’t get your opportunity to become world champion, just not yet. 


DEDEDE, the legend himself, hail in his glorious supremacy that will make his victims shameful examples of warriors…is something that used to be said a long time ago. Now, I argue to myself if that saying still applies to the man you are today. When I first arrived in EAW, DEDEDE was a guy that got it done in one sitting. He didn’t screw about; he didn’t fail chance after chance. He stepped in that ring and whether his victims were champions or not, he would make them understand that they were irrelevant scrubs that didn’t belong in the same presence as him. Now, I just see a weaker representation of who he should’ve been. Of course, he still has that power inside him but he will allow anyone to walk all over him, even if it is his weaker, failure of a partner…Sorry, ex-partner. The thing is you may assume you’re ready to clinch another championship in the dynasty of DEDEDE but any dumbass can see that a championship victory for you is as likely as Jose Aldo surviving a minute. Why are you still here? Why do you still exist, lurking about EAW as if you’re an elderly person refusing to accept death? I no longer look at you and assume this may be a match I would best avoid because you’re just another piece of shit that can easily be defeated. From the moment you decided to sacrifice a portion of your career by aligning to Ryan Savage, I knew you had regressed into a soft and pathetic version of DEDEDE. Now, you’re easy to break and like I mentioned to Ryan, you’re going to allow your past with Ryan Savage to cost you the chance to add another world title in your collection. Actually, it may as well be a combination of features for your sake because it isn’t just Ryan Savage anymore. It isn’t just because you’re a weaker version of DEDEDE than before. It is also because in that chamber stands a few men who I can actually consider greater in terms of ability than you. Words may be your best ally but I can have a laugh now and again despite my alteration of attitude and your words of confidence won’t be a serious issue thrown against me. They will be more of a comedy scenario where I will find every word of fight as a cute matter because we all look at you differently now, no matter how much you protest. 


And to save him to the very last person that must be addressed, Devan Dubian, the Answers World Champion. That has been a name that has stuck by him for quite some time and I am here to be the bearer of bad news to inform his fans that Dubian, the Answers World Champion, will be a name that will stick by him for only five more days before he is classified as a former champion. The one thing that made me sick was that in our championship match last time, every single moron expected you to win the championship. Every single prediction, every single word on the streets, one name sprung to their minds. Yours and this is why I head into this match, hoping to silence every single person who thinks the chance for Liam Catterson to claim a championship for his own is a dream. Of course, I could say I don’t blame them. Chance after chance, I have been able to score no titles for myself in the many opportunities that have been given to me. Ever since my return in April, I have met failure after failure. But that ends this weekend. I am going to exit the year finally achieving the long goal I assigned myself at the start of the return. This time, I won’t make your victory as predictable as the next choice of words by ISIS but if you want to know something that is predictable, it is that you won’t be leaving this weekend as champion. It’s a very brave choice of words from me, one can assume but your chances of loss are greater than those of victory. Some may argue that is the same argument applied to me but whereas you choose to listen to what others may say; I can dismiss them because I no longer rely on the confidence of the weaker to answer questions many will ask from my choice of words. What matters the most is if I know I can get the job done and I will deliver. I will rise. Five broken bodies, witnessing my ascension to glory and there is nothing you, DEDEDE or any other man contributing in this chamber match can do to silence my belief. I am not going to feel lesser than the legendary names that are esteemed in this company, I am not going to be belittled by weaker excuses of contenders, I am going to fight, even if I am close to death, to achieve the glory that has been suspended for a while and no person alive can suspend this further. It has been a long time coming but your championship reign meets its death.  


As for my witnesses, oh I will feel you will conjure up something creative to reject my words of faith and assume that it is just another tale of ludicrous, comforting the acknowledgement that I won’t escape with success. I will be eager to see your reactions, your expressions, your nightmares as I take my second reign in this rebirth of my life. Every night since my return has seen voices go against my heaven, assume I was insane for thinking something unlikely. But I will have the last laugh when the last man in that chamber is pinned and I am able to take the championship as my own. No man, woman, child, no matter who you are, where you came from or how much you respect me will tell me otherwise. I must follow my promise and end the year by achieving a long overdue target that should’ve been achieved already. But distractions and foul choices have determined otherwise and now, I am in the best position since my return to assume failure is nothing probable. Only five others will see failure and all of them have one thing in common. They do not contain the surname ‘Catterson’.    
Angela Salveti
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 13th 2015, 11:55 pm by Angela Salveti
Battleground Promo #2


Have you ever felt like your going to war with other people? Have you ever felt that moment right before the day of a battle that could change the very aspect of your life? Well chances come around and you have to be the one to take full advantage of them like I am going to do. I have been this woman that has been struggling to get herself moved forward. At one point it was due to my own fault and at other points it was due to trying to figure out how to have my love life on point as well. But we all know that mixing everything is usually bad for business now right now I am dating Cloud and she unlike the past woman I dated truly is all about letting me go for everything that I want. I walk a line that has been stretched so thin because I've been battling for so long just to get a chance to wear gold around my waist.

It has been a year and here I am a woman still sitting on the bottom ranks trying to stand higher than I am. To be more than I am but the truth sinks in. The reality sinks in when I look into the mirror and I see no gold wrapped around my waist. I've delved into this business and fight after fight no matter how it turns up I push myself off the mat, I stand my ground shaking off whatever pain may have come before and step forward. I know that the battle never ends, in a war there is many battles and this is another battle in my war to stand above others and show them that I am not a joke. People have labeled me as nothingness at times within their eyes. They have seen me even as just Haruna's lover and right now they see me just as Cloud's lover. I have to be the one to make them see and I am willing to do anything to do that.

I've got a hatred in me for the people that sit in the crowds cheering people on because they never truly looked at the Latin Goddess. No their attention turns toward the likes of others while I am just a memory of someone that is pretty and can't get the job done. But I don't see it like that tonight, I see myself overcoming the odds and going on to get the gold I so deserve in this life. I can't keep being stuck back as a woman of failure. I am not just a pretty face, I am not just some beautiful body that looks good in a bikini, dress, or any other clothing. I am a woman that stands for something. I am a woman that stands for heart and desire. It is because my heart desires to be more, my mind can't shake it the everlasting craving of finally needing gold. At one point I thought it was just a thing where I would never want such a thing and be the woman on top.

But let me face reality and say that once someone wears gold people pay attention they realize the true potential that someone has and they respect that person. I don't have respect from my peers I am just a joke among the women like Alexis, Raven, Luara, even Haruna, Aria, and Madison. I am a joke to them and you know why. I am just the girl that was dated by Haruna, I am just the girl who was the side dish for another woman to taste nightly while gaining nothing of my own. A joke that people laughed at or ignored the existence of.

But right now I have a chance to change that, I have a chance to make them take notice to really see what I am capable of. I have a chance to rise up and actually compete for a championship and what its gonna take is to beat down four other women. Alexis and I have had those battles and even tag matches against one another along with other fights that involved other women. Raven and I have met before briefly and I have spoken out on her and now her character is becoming clear on how she handles people, then there is Laura who thinks she is capable of everything under the sun like she is the law of the company now. But she learned one way when you try to take control of things not having been around long you fall. She cost me a win within a tag team match but that was her stupidity. While I had control she lost herself and lost the match a week ago.

Now Alexis said something about being a vine and reaching toward the sun as if she is going to grow beyond me and be able to out do me. Really Alexis that is how you feel? I do look to you as dirt because you have yet to even surpass the fact of my standing either. You can't grow if your words don't match your determination and like myself as of late you have fallen short. You talk a big game and I know I do too but the truth is even when I am being a bitch I can admit my short comings maybe that is something you can try so you can be this vine you want to be that grows toward the sun and to untold opportunity. Beyond the that the truth is blatant you are a fallen failure, a set back and a joke that is laughed at. You try to be dark and mysterious and show that you are this woman that should not be messed with. Even talking to Raven like your a threat to her when you are nothing more than a second thought. You act like your something special pandering as if your words matter about having fought her since she started. I did the same to you though but mine did matter because here we are still fighting amongst one another even though your last name looks like it has changed. You are not a dark entity like you believe your a mockery with eye makeup, nothing more than a forgone conclusion of diluted hope. You even spoke like you beat me before but your world is misconstrued because I know I've beaten you. Dreams like yours are sad, your the last little bit of human trash trying to reach for a crumb of hope. Alexis you are to this business as a leach trying to suck at the blood of those whom have talent. You are a dire forgone conclusion of failure further down the hole than I am. You think you are more but that is your imagination just making its own mistakes.

As for you Raven you and I got off on the fact of me mouthing off to you and then you took and did that to me as well. We both obviously got off on that foot of not liking one another and I am okay with that. I mean there is just tension there and out of all of the three women even though I've been a royal bitch lately your the only one I think has a chance other than myself in this match. Even when the chips are down you'll be the one that comes back with a fight just like me. But the fact I don't like you because your new, you think your entitled to chances like this just because you've been given more matches. I finally took my fight to management to get this match because they kept overlooking me. Now you yourself need to realize that this world is not yours it is not your playground to control the outcome to where you get the gold around your waist. I am going to stand above you as the woman that wins because that is how I fight I don't fight with the lack of ability for competing I will do everything that is in my power to claim dominance. I know that is what you seek as well but we both cant have that. It falls to one of us to be the outcome winner and not Alexis nor Luara but I don't want it to be you my fight is this for a chance to actually wear gold. I won't waste the opportunity I will use it to my full advantage even if I lose the match for the belt I know I can reach those heights and everyone else can see that too. You have to come at this with a warriors instinct and be ready to do anything in your bag of tricks to win. But you don't know that.

Now finally Laura my words fall to you once more I have nothing to say to you. I find you as a child in this business seeking to thrive off things while the real adults work. You have the idea of being a police woman or CIA or whatever it is you do. Pretend time stops now when your in with the big girls. You have to realize that now and open your truth up. Face reality that this isn't for you that this match isn't your cup of tea. You've done nothing to be here you are a weak character among even the other two I've listed. You will be a forgotten spec, a little notion of what real failure is because you don't share the same truth as myself that I know who I am. I am the Latin Goddess, a woman of strength inside herself and I've finally figured out what the Goddess in me means. It is my will to fight that strength of a Goddess make sure you know what you really want otherwise you will just be dealing with something you think you are. It took me one year to realize where and who I am. I am the Latin Goddess, a bitch to beware of and one you don't want to piss off. I am real with you, I don't lie to you, and I only give the truth even if it is not the truth that you want. Find your own way and you can get to higher heights but it won't happen being a dumb bitch that you are now. The LAW? Lame in all accounts.

So in conclusion this match is a wrap up for me. A year of trying, a year of fighting and the ring is right there a chance at the gold. I've been in these matches and I've fallen short even to have a chance is a higher step then what I've had if I win this and get the title shot that is more than I've gotten to. Dreams can come true but the real dream is dreaming belief in yourself and the willingness to go to any extent to overcome the odds. In truth I am a Goddess one with a Latin fighting spirit because we are a people that never stop. We overcome and seek to gain the world we want and that is what I am doing. By dispersing these three other divas before me opportunity knocks and the woman to answer the door to a chance at EAW history will be the one and only me. I am sorry to give you ladies that news but I cannot fall back now, I will not fall back now I will rise up to the occasion so the world knows. So the world can finally see that this woman is not a basic bitch, that I Ariana Lopez, The Latin Goddess can be the woman to be measured and compared to. I will not stop, I am climbing, I am fighting for me no one else this is all about me!
Raven Lee
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 13th 2015, 11:49 pm by Raven Lee
Battleground # 2


Raven is shown sitting on a concrete wall in pure darkness surrounded by a little mist and birds as well as crickets can be heard in the background. She’s wearing her combat attire and just staring over the other side of the wall.



“ The world -- is a very scary place. The one’s meant to protect you, are the one’s you should fear most. I used to be afraid, my dear Alexis.. but Chaos came to me. It told me I was …. special. That I would NEVER truly be alone! It said “You have the spirit by your side, Raven. A spirit that will guide you on this journey! A spirit that represents what you truly are! As you walk alone on this journey.. all that you shall leave behind.. smoke, desolation, ……. damnation.” Alexis… It’s coming. Don’t live in this imaginary mindset you’ve created about my ambitions. It’s not about outdoing you.. it’s not about destroying you. I’ve seen something in your eyes that I’ve never seen in anyone before. You’re the one that was destined to be on this journey with me! You’re my polar opposite, Lexi.. you’ve decided to run out of the dark to join the rest of the sheep in the light. You chose to align yourself in the slaughter line! My dearest, Lexi… I’ve stripped it away before…… but now that’s no longer good enough. I’m taking it. Dragon’s only had one purpose in their myth and that was to be slayn. Breathe your fire Dragon! The heat reminds me of home. Spread your wings to fly!!.... just don’t come close to the sun. The reaper has spotted you.. now you will stare into the eyes of the darkness and realize just why we’re meant to be side by side. Nobody can show you the way like I can! Nobody can love you the way I am able!! Nobody…… can show you a world where the Dragon slays the world like I can.. Dragons.. Chaos.. Champions. Look into the darkness.. and turn out the light! Your choice has been made for now.. so I will be forced to show you just why you could never beat me before. I’ll crush your windpipe and snap your spine, Lexi.. end my misery.. come home.. Come to the Chaos.


Ever since the beginning of time.. those simple little normal people. They spend their time.. ALL OF THEIR TIME.. trying to denounce my name. They tell everyone I’m a liar and my words mean nothing! Let’s play a game.. let’s play a fun little game, I like games! Let’s play pretend for a second! Let’s pretend that everything I said is true.. and I told no lies! Let’s pretend that I am the monster that they think I am! Let’s play that game!*Laughs maniacally.* How do you stop me!? How do you stop something like this?! How do you stop something that wins wars without lifting a finger? How do you stop something that’s been worshiped since the dawn of all the ages? How can you stop something that can never be destroyed?! You can’t. Arianna, your passion is admirable.. but I’ve done a lot of horrible things to many good people. I’ve destroyed lives, careers and even relationships one holds dear. I’m no wannabe. I’m nothing of it’s kind. Arianna, I’m exactly where I am suppose to be! I was designed to hurt people.. and that’s what this company is about. Every word you just said sounds like you’re locked inside a soundproof room just screaming to yourself.  The words that just came out of your heart.. were to the woman in the mirror. Incompetence, that is who Arianna Lopez is! You started your career with your looks! You rocked the modeling world which led you to a career here in EAW.. in this division. Do you see why I have such hatred for this division? You were offered your contract based off of your success in modeling.. who is really a “wannabe” here? Don’t worry my beautiful, Arianna.. I’m far more than a pretty face. I’m the Motor City Reaper.. I’m the Chaos Vixen.. and I’m going to beat you down far more than you’ve ever experienced. You’ve made your way to a crossroads, and it just so happened we crossed.. So allow me to do this the most painful way possible and bend your body until you no longer can muster even the littlest amount of air.. This will be your final stand, Mrs. Arianna Lopez.”
Stephanie Matsuda
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post December 13th 2015, 11:31 pm by Stephanie Matsuda
(OOC: Haruna and I put our heads together for this one)


Sexy Curry Battleground Promo


"Partner's Keeper"


(Cloud wakes up in her home in Brooklyn, located right above the gym she inherited from Michael Hunter. She yawns briefly before climbing out of bed to open up her laptop. She smiles at the wallpaper of her, Cailin, and Aria making funny faces with Ariana and Brett in the background rolling their eyes.  Tying her hair in her signature pigtails, she puts on her glasses and turns on the camera.)


It's funny how fast time flies. Here I am three months in, and I already have a set of good friends and a lovely girlfriend. Sure we beat the hell out of each other week end week out, but every healthy relationship has it hurdles. No biggie for the Sky Princess since I just fly over my obstacles with ease. Proof of that is the fact that nobody has yet to beat me twice. Even in the Specialist Scramble I was only pinned once, and it took the Dollhouse Killers and Haruna's piledriver to take me out. Just like its taken the combined power of Ariett to clip my wings.


Serena Ji is the only one to pin me clean and get away with it...for now.


But alas, this is not singles competition but rather a tag match where one must rely on another in order to realize victory. My talents mean nothing if Haruna isn't able to combine her power with my own.


(A yawn is heard as a messy haired Haruna sits up on the couch in the background, stretching her arms. She's dressed in a sky blue shirt and plaid pajamas. She walks up to the camera, rubbing her eyes.)


Haruna: Promoing this early? (yawns) I don't get how this is (yawns) the first thing on your mind.


Cloud: Saddle up Sakazaki-chan, you're taking the reigns on this one (stands up). I'm getting some Cap'n Crunch!


(Cloud walks off, leaving Haruna staring at the webcam perplexed.)


Haruna: What should I say?


Cloud's voice: Say anything!


Haruna: Okay...


(Haruna sits down, obviously camera shy)


Haruna: Hmm, where should I begin? Before I start, everyone can relax, especially Mrs. Matsuda. I only slept on the couch after we trained all night. Besides, Cloud's not my-


Cloud's voice: Talk to our opponents damn it!


Haruna: (yells) Watashi wa sudeni shitte imasu! (Coughs) Where was I? Gomen, uh well Aria Jaxon, you and Cailin made some valid points. Cloud and I weren't on the same wavelength during the past few matches. Even our victories felt a bit hollow. Matsuda-san took me aside yesterday, and she and I had a long talk. Despite our personal feelings considering our current situation, our desire to not lose to this 'Ebony and Ivory' - as Cloud calls it - far exceeds our disposition regarding our pinball of wins and losses. The woman who has taken my title and the woman responsible for knocking us out of the tournament are standing in the way between us and relevancy. This may sound very prideful, but Losing is not an option for us. This match may be our most important yet, even more so than the one versus Hexagun because it's so personal. The two of you are on top of the world, and here we are climbing from the bottom. I gave my apologies and all is forgiven between us.


Aria, Sexy Curry's mutual goal consist of the titles you and Brett are sure to win, yes. But don't think for a second we're not focused on the matter at hand. I've fallen far from grace after Empress of Elite, but seeing Cloud fight for us week after week has begun to awaken something inside of myself...a fire of sorts. I forgot what it meant to fight for the thrill of battle, my quest for the Specialist Championship...my failed relationship with Ariana has blinded me from what's really important: victory through hard work, dedication, and in Sexy Curry's case, the honor of teamwork.


Cailin, in a way I have to thank you. Losing to you was a humbling experience, but an experience that will only happen once. We've already said how we felt about each other, so there's no need to beat a dead horse. Ours is a complicated relationship, but my tag partner is dating my ex so I assume these kind of arrangements are the new normal. Cloud makes a point: there are no ladders for you to knock me off of. You have to pin me. Will you be able to do it Cailin? There's only one way you will find out.


(Cloud stands beside Haruna)


Cloud: By pinning one of us.


Haruna: Ichi.


Cloud: Ni.


Haruna: San.


(Cloud turns off the camera and turns to Haruna.)


Cloud: Wareware wa karera o taosumasu.


Haruna: Wareware ga motte iru yuiitsu no sentakushi.

(They both nod at each other and walk over to their gym bags.)
 

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