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Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 22nd 2015, 6:48 pm by Guest
Showdown & Voltage #2
"Admire me."

A phone conversation is played as Eris LeCava and her friend, Lillian, are on a call.
 
Eris: Ecstatic.
 
Lillian: Mhmm?
 
Eris: I feel, ecstatic.
 
Lillian: Right. You should feel ecstatic. You’ve been on a winning streak since… Well… you know…
 
Eris: I feel oh-so overjoyed! I’ve been on a roll ever since the… um… the tournament and I couldn’t feel any more motivated to continue! The roar from the crowd gives me life as I step out on to the ramp. The entire building begins to vibrate as I feel fans cheering for me, something that has never happened. The EAW universe is finally realizing that Eris LeCava is the future of women’s wrestling!
 
Lillian: Right! In no time you’ll be Vixens Champ!
 
Eris: WHAT?! Are you kidding me, Lillian? A woman of my nature has to strive for something bigger – something more prestigious, like my lovely HeartBreakGal.
 
Lillian: Jesus, Eris, you still haven’t gotten rid of that thing? Didn’t the “REAL” HBG file a restraining order against you?
 
Eris: Hmm? What’s a restraining order? Anyway, I’m going to ignore your ignorant comment and move forward. My life is going in a great direction and I can’t let foolish comments like yours get in the way of my happiness. Yeah, you heard that right, Lillian. Anyhow, this Sunday night I have not only one, but TWO matches. I have no idea how the hell I’m going to go from town to town, but my heart is beating rapidly from anticipation. My palms are beginning to sweat profusely just thinking about getting into the ring again. I’ll walk all the way to my second location, I don’t care! I won’t let anything get in the way from me and preforming for all of my amazing fans that have begun supporting me ever since they saw my true potential in... well… you know… Regardless, I can’t believe I have to go against Lumen once more even though I totally annihilated her last week. She hasn’t said a word, and when I see my opponents not even try to redeem themselves to the very least, my respect for them decreases exponentially. I want to fight against the best opponents, I want to make sure that whenever I get to my prime I can say that I worked my ass off to get where I am. I want to say that I went through HELL just to obtain the position in which I am now. I can’t handle all of these scrubs.
 
Lillian: Eris, it doesn’t matter whether they give it their all or not. As long as you get the W, then who cares!
 
Eris: Who cares? I CARE! I don’t want people to think that I got an easy ride to the top. I want youngins to admire me, I want them to acknowledge all of my hard work and aspire to be me. To go beyond the societal norms and achieve your true potential. Throughout the history of EAW, ‘Vixens’ have always been categorized as dumb, talentless whores. Their matches were definitely titled as the “Bathroom Break” matches. When I was younger, I stupidly wanted to be that! I was blinded by the glitz and glamor portrayed on stage, but once I saw what occurred behind the scenes I was disgusted. The only way Eris LeCava and Vixen are in the same sentence is if there’s “Anti” before it.
 
Lillian: I get it, you hate everyone.
 
Eris: Except HBG, she’s the best.
 
Lillian: ANYWAY, what are your thoughts on Haruna, then? You’ve expressed your dislike towards Lumen, what about EAW’s very own J-Pop star?
 
Eris: Oh, Lillian! You always know how to make a gal laugh. Let me tell you a little story; before coming to EAW, as I’ve stated a million times before, please bear with my Lillian – at times I feel like a broken record, I was in love with the diverse Vixens. Haruna was one that caught my eye. Haruna was always the badass that everyone cheered for because she was different. She didn’t have the long, blonde hair and the big, perky tits with a huge ass. She was an athlete ready to show her true abilities and prove all of the doubters wrong. Now, after I actually competed against her I was disappointed to say the least. After my first match I walked backstage. I was so eager to see all of the Vixens, ready to be congratulated on my first win in my debut match. As I stood there, Elitist walked by me as if I was nothing. “Ok.” I thought, “I’m sure a Vixen will be kind to be and congratulate me.” Vixens began passing by me, ignoring my tremendous presence and you know one of the Vixens that did that? Haruna.  I saw her flabby body dragging across the hallway not even making eye contact. I knew she had watched my match, I knew she took a glimpse and didn’t even bother giving me the time of day. It’s pathetic that I was so offended, but still, I have her the benefit of the doubt. “Oh, she’s probably tired.” I said. “Oh, she’s probably not in the mood to talk.” I foolishly told myself. THEN we went against one another in… the… well… you know which match! And again, SHE DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER! She underestimated my true wrestling talents and she got a huge reality check when I dropped her on her ass! Ugh! You want my true thoughts on her? Fuck her! Fuck her and her stupid sob stories about how she’s so “suicidal” and going through a breakup with her stupid fucking friend. If there’s one thing about Haruna is that she still has one working brain cell left when it comes to recognizing the disgrace of this division. It’s no secret that the Vixen’s division is so repulsive that it drives legends like HBG and Cameron away. When I am declared the Specialist Champion, I will not go against “Vixens” I’ll go against WRESTLERS. FEMALE WRESTLERS. Not any other bimbo who identifies herself with the likes of Maddie.
 
Lillian: Okay, okay! Calm down, Eris. What about Maria Gonzales? You’re going against her too, right?
 
Eris: (Eris begins to laugh) Who? Maria Gonzales? What?! Where?! When?! Gross. I’m going against a henchmen, a lackey, a sidekick. Why should I be worried?
 
Lillian: Come on Eris. It’s not like you to undervalue a Vixen you’ve never gone against before. Don’t forget what happened to Haruna after she went against you!
 
Eris: I have no respect for Maria Gonzales. It’s as simple as that. I don’t have respect for crude, annoying Vixens who constantly think they’re the bee’s knees because they’re riding the coattails of the champ. The only reason why Maria is somehow relevant to this entire equation is because her name is attached to Madison’s. If MADDIE was still around being her natural-born dumbass self, Maria would be in the same boat. However, Madison decided to wise up for once in her life and here we are now. The women’s division is being overruled by a devious simpleton with her numb-headed henchmen that follow. That big-mouthed idiot can talk as much crap as she want. She can belittle me, tell me how I am a disgrace, or a crazy bitch or whatever! I will not let my guard down and I’m sure as hell not going to take her lightly. There comes a time in everyone’s life when you begin to question your surroundings. That moment will come to Maria very soon. She’s going to realize that it’s not very fun to see your friend get all of the glory while you sit in the back collecting cobwebs.
 
Lillian: Wow. Well, Eris, I have to go. It was nice talking to you. I wish you the best, nonetheless.
 
Eris: Thanks. Goodbye, Lillian.
 

The call ends. 
Eclipse Diemos
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 22nd 2015, 4:29 pm by Eclipse Diemos
Nightmares and Dreamscapes


She visits him. In the darkness he can still see her, and she haunts his every waking moments. It’s in the darkness of those dreams that he finds her, waiting for him. Dreams that he had hoped to extinguish. He has lost all sense of sleeping. All sense of trying to force him into a slumber. He doesn’t remember the last time that he slept. Was it two months ago or two years? Was it after the first nightmare or the fifteenth? All a blur now. An illusion of mind and body. The solution was simple. Stay awake. Never sleep. His own dreams would not haunt him if he stayed awake, so he chose to do so. His mind wandered into darker thoughts and avenues, and it is there that it stayed. He didn’t have the nightmares again...didn’t dream again...but sometimes nightmares have a way of catching up to you.
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10/31/????


She pushes with all of her might, her body aching with agony as life struggles to be free from her. Her body drips with cold sweat as she can feel blood fall free of her body. She clasps her hand against the hospital bed, screaming out in agony as the doctors work frantically to help her. Outside of the room she can hear the inmates whooping and screaming in frenzied and ravenous hunger. The same frenzied hunger they had when they caused this. When she was locked into a room with the inmates...alone. Their hands grasping at her clothes, their hot breath on her neck, the feeling of their lust and the sickening sensation of their acts upon her skin. Once they had finished with her, they then left her with the mark that had been given to her. The mark for 9 months that was finally being released, a parasite brought into existence in a house of madness. She screamed again, a part of her cursing the fate of this child. A child that robbed her year long career of being an expert in the field of criminal psychology. She screamed out loud once more as the final rupture of pain passed through her before she felt it finally slip free. The sensation of life leaving her body and the sound of her child crying out. With eyes barely open she turned her head to look upon the child, gazing at the blood covered body as he screamed out. Small. Fragile. So weak. If she placed her hand hard enough upon his chest she could kill him. Those thoughts ran through her mind...but instead she gingerly took the child towards herself, resting his small head against the crook of her neck as she breathed out. Motherly instincts perhaps...she couldn’t explain it. But this child was hers...not theirs. This wasn’t the child of the psychopaths but of her own flesh and blood. Her beautiful light, shrouded in a domain of darkness. Her little...Eclipse.
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10/22/15


Eclipse stumbles along the dust trail that leads to the ramshackle house. His eyes are cast downwards as he looks at the shadows that trail from the trees, the moon blasting its light through the branches. He knows this trial all too well. The road in Payson, Arizona. The road to his old home. His feet drag along the ground, until he looks up steadily. Standing before him is that same ramshackle home, the doorway forced open, windows shattered all around it. His eyes close and he tries to shake his head to wake himself up, but to no avail. He reaches his hand, walking closer to the door with his eyes closed as his legs begin to shake and his teeth chatter. He doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to go into this world of nightmares but he also knows he doesn’t haven’t a choice. He never would. His hand stretches out further, until he can feel on his fingertips the cold of the interior of the house. With chattering teeth he opens his eyes, staring into the darkness of the home before taking a tentative step inside.


He ignores the living room outright. He knows what is there. Instead he walks through the home, looking at the remnants of his past life. A life when he was happy and loved living...before it was violently ripped away from him. His eyes close slightly in thought, biting his lip before he turned around. The living room. A t.v. blaring nothing but static before him, and sitting in front of it, an emaciated woman. Her stomach ripped open and a gaping hole, rib cage exposed. Her left eye appears blinded, her right eye staring directly towards him. The thundering of his heartbeat echoes in his ears as he takes a slow step towards her, placing his hand on the couch before it recoils. His eyes fall on the couch, staring at the pumping veins that race through it, the mass of blood, bone and tissue that it is made of. He sucks in a breath before taking a seat beside the woman, who never turns her head to face him, but he knows she is always watching him.


“Hello...mother. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen you. I always hear you though. Whispering in my mind and your fingers scraping along my cerebrum. I just...I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I have these thoughts dancing just under my skin and playing with my mind like I’m a fly caught in a spiders web. I hate these thoughts! Tell me what they mean! Tell me what they mean!”


As he screams this her arms outstretched to him, her long bone like fingers touching his cheek and drawing him closer. He moves towards her, tears stinging his eyes as she draws him to her, her face splitting along the edges to form a smile. A smile with flesh dripping away from her face, her tongue lolling inside of her mouth like a wriggling fat worm. He places his head against that familiar shoulder, before his mouth opens wide and he sinks his teeth deep into her rotting flesh. She doesn’t scream, doesn’t let out a cry, doesn’t even breathe. She accepts as he tears her flesh from her shoulder and swallows, tears stinging his eyes as he looks back towards her before a smile creases his own face.


“Grow the family. It’s time...for another sibling.” she whispers to him, her voice never leaving her throat, instead screaming deep in the recesses of his mind. He clasps his hands against his ears, trying to silence them but they continue to echo as the world around him begins to collapse. Behind her, a shadowy figure stands, raising a blood coated pistol. He sees this...but can do nothing. Nothing can be done as the figure places a gloved finger over the trigger and fires, shattering the dream around him...and forcing Eclipse out of his sleep.
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“I dreamed Brody. Do you know how excited I have to be for this match to dream? I really want nothing more than to kill you and your entire legacy here in EAW. To destroy it completely and utterly...and now I’ve been given the means to do so. Imagine Brody...imagine how much destruction the two of us can get into? Monsters! That’s what we are, Brody! What I am and what you used to be. You were feared in this business, and now...a tamed puppy under the command of a man in a suit. Do you think that he will save you from me? That he’s your...friend? Brody...beings like us don’t have friends. We have family. We have family that will love us and that we can love in return. Erik Vance? He isn’t your family, he isn’t your brother, he is nothing more than a businessman. Using you for his business cards and paychecks. You don’t understand that...he isn’t going to help you, he isn’t your family! He is a fraud! A fake! I know who you are inside Brody! She has told me! She has told me about your purpose and what I must do to you.”


The camera fires up back inside the warehouse, the children staring at the camera, in their porcelain doll like masks. Eyes blackened underneath. Eclipse himself stares into the darkness of the warehouse, his back turned against the camera as his whole body is shaking. He shakes his head again and laughs loudly, staring up at the sky as he roars out in laughter before looking back to the ground sharply.


“I have to tear you apart. I have to physically rip you to shreds and expose you for the fraud that you are. I have to tear you apart piece by piece, pull the skin from your muscles, rip apart the tissue and separate it from the bones. I have to expose your beating heart, hold it in my hands...and push the life out of it with my own two hands. Pain. That is what defines us...what defined our upbringing. You and I...we are going to go to war, and one way or the other, the two of us are going to spill more blood in that ring, than has ever been spilled before. Do you understand that? Blood will flow from our bodies, intermingle in that ring...and you will finally view me as something that you have never had. But that will come in its time...because you are blinded by who owns you. Blinded by the doctor that feels that he needs to control you, that he needs to keep you on a leash. That isn’t the case, that isn’t the case at all. What you need...is to have that weakness removed from you. I am going to remove it from you...by ripping it out of your very body...one bone at a time.”


He leans his entire body back, bridging himself over as a wide smile is on his face. A smile joined with a renewed madness in his eyes. He laughs louder and louder, before rolling onto his stomach as the rest of the children join in his stare. He crawls towards the camera, taking a few timed crawls before he runs his tongue along his teeth.


“It’s time...it’s time. Sunday. On Sunday you and I will make history and when we do, we will show the world. We will show the world the glory of our minds...what our tarnished pasts have done for our glorious future. But I have to drag you into that it seems. Beaten and battered, bloodied and screaming. How the two of us came into this world. Me...the child of a thousand screams...and you...the prodigal child of insanity. Our names will be whispered to mothers everywhere, warning their children to lock their doors and told as urban legend that our names when spoken summon us. Brody...can you not see that future? Must I pluck your eyes from your skull for you to see? What must I do? I know...I know what I must do. She has told me. Mother has told me all that I must do. Brody...you face me on Voltage in an unsanctioned match. May the steel that pierces your body feel like her sweet embrace...and may your screams intermingle with her beautiful lullabies. That is your future Brody...embrace the eternity.”


He laughs again, rocking back and forth before he lunges towards the camera and pins it down. He holds the camera down and screams in laughter, the camera shocking as the children’s masked faces begin appearing around the edges of the lens. They draw in closer as he screams and howls in laughter before it all becomes static. As the static fades away only his laughter can be heard before a final childlike whisper closes.

“Welcome. Home.”
『zakkii』
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 22nd 2015, 3:19 pm by 『zakkii』
Dear Diary,

I can't believe I got my fighting spirit back. I never become as excited as I am right now since... the day when I was trying to end my life. even last week, when I won against Ashlynne Black, somehow I felt unhappy. I know it was a match for the Specialist Scramble Qualifier but somehow, my soul is not even in there. My victory last week is nothing more than just an ordinary victory for me. That is not the battle I want, that is not a match up that I can meet somebody who can provide me with a decent challenge. I fought half-heartedly but now, I feel like I'm going at it again. This is because I found a new challenger, someone that I will enjoy destroying and beating her. Yes, Diary.... you know who she is. Miss Cailin Dillon.

Maybe Cailin thinks that I am such a weird little girl who only handpicked her rival with no reason, but no.... I'm not picking her for no reason. I want to fight her because she is strong, her words are balanced with her action and that is what I found in Tarah. Tarah intimidated me with her microphone and her wrestling skills. That triggered me to keep fighting even stronger when she's successfully defeated me. Cailin might be don't care about what I think but I care very much. I care that her appearance really make me feel motivated to become stronger like an old times. Cailin is also have a pretty face, she's also sexy, her words are intimidating everyone in front of her..... I somehow found myself envious of her.

Yes, Diary.... I envy her so much. She came here just about two months ago and she already got a new friends, involved in so much rivalry against Hexagun and Iconomy and her fanbase become wider day after day. Not only Cailin, I also envy with Aria Jaxon too... she's even debuted here later after Cailin's debut but look at her accomplishments, she's an Empress of Elite already, she's also competing on her first FPV at her first month of her debut. Meanwhile, I have to wait for a couple of months for my FPV debut.... and that is on the match that I don't want to happen. I never appeared in it again and maybe Aria and Cailin will compete in more FPV in the future. I envy them, I'm so jealous at them. This is not fair to me. I promise to Jade to get out from her shadow and create my own but this is what I can get if I fight without her. I keep walking in a constant motion and keep being overtaken by these new vixens. I am nothing without Jade.

But at least I'm trying to make myself become better. It seems impossible for me but I will never go down fighting. I will keep fighting I don't want to lose to those new vixens and I'll prove everyone wrong that I can't go beyond my limit. People is already doubting my skill and now is the time that the time for me to patiently wait is finally over. If people wants to see me become a dangerous lady again, so be it. I will never let myself yield to these new people anymore. I'll make vixens like Aria, Eris, Lumen and especially Cailin that become new vixens doesn't mean that you can conquer this division so easily. I felt too much downfall on my career and I am starting to get used to it. I already feel the pain that break your body, mind and soul and I will give this pain I was experiencing throughout my career to all those new vixens and make them learn something that climbing to the top is not as easy as they look. I sacrificed my blood, sweat, tears and almost my own life to get through this and I want all of them feel the same way with me. There's nothing in this world you can't achieve instantly, you still have to wait when you are making instant foods, right? Nothing can be instantly achieved. To enjoy the heaven, one must experiencing the dark abyss in hell and I am the one who are going to drag them inside it.

As for now, let's put Aria and Cailin aside as I am going to make my two opponents learn that I am not the opponent that can't be underestimated to Eris and Lumen.... Eris claimed her as an anti-vixen and hated the damaged division very much. To be honest, I am also agree of what she said. I am trying to make the pride of this division raise up so those men are not mocking us again, I keep sacrificing myslef to make them look good in front of the world and this is what they are trying to build? Instead of working together to make this division still on a roll, they are vying of claiming who is the leader of this division, making the vixens are inside some kind of cult. I am sacrificing my career just to make all of those vixens can walk together while being able to keep their chin up and look what they done to their own division? I regret sacrificing myself if I know this would happen. as for Eris, she might not be worried about me. I'm not that kind of so-called vixen. I am a wrestler, the reason why I'm still fighting is because I love wrestling. I could give up being a wrestler and become a singer, or an actress or a gravure model but wrestling is my passion so I want to be in this business until the day that I can't do anything much. I am a fighter, the defender and protector of this division. I am working behind the scene to make this vixens division looks fine on the outside but enough is enough. Those so-called vixens are not even worth defending and fighting for. This time, I'm gonna fight for MY OWN pride.

As for Lumen, I can't comment about her really much. As far as I know, she claimed herself morally undefeated. Yes, yes you are morally undefeated because those vixens have no moral left on them anymore. They changed the vixens division to a deviant sect and now is just a matter of who serving who. Such an immoral nature, isn't it? But don't worry, this is a girl with pure heart and dignity and I will make sure that I could still make your chin up, even when I successfully defeat you. and instead of claiming that you are still morally undefeated, you will get up even stronger and trying to take your own pride back from me. I will never give this pride to anyone, not anymore, especially to you. I will give you the fight that you always expected. You want some nice, clean, fair and square, don't you? Then you got a worthy opponent this Sunday. You are new, even you are not yet as popular as Aria, Cailin and Eris, but someday you will be like them. Before that, I am going to teach you the beautiful way of defeat, and I promise, that defeat will make you stronger than you are today. This will be fun.

Sincerely yours,





Haruna Sakazaki.
ThePizzaBoy
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 22nd 2015, 12:24 pm by ThePizzaBoy
Showdown promo 2

The camera opens up on PB sitting outside on a stoop a brisk autumn day in New York.  The sun's so bright and unblocked by dreary clouds that the camera looks as if it's got a blinding bright two-tone filter on it.  PB rubs his hands together to warm them.  He dons fingerless wool gloves, a heavy two-sizes-too-big trench coat, and a long Baker-esq scarf, all of which make him look younger than he actually is.

PB: You want a reason to show up? Mr. Statement Maker? Mr. Paycheck Worshiper? Mr. Conspiracy Samurai? Let's push past all of the petty slings and arrows about my pizza (that doesn't deliver, by the way, but comes from a truck, so I know you're a liar), my religion, or my status with the boys up at the front office.  You want a reason to show up? Really? After months of cheap shots and transparent 'allegiances' broken for no other reason than to be the squeaky wheel whining about not getting greased, you wonder why you should show up?

PB's breath appears in a puff as he lets out a frustrated chuckle as the boom mic battles to pick up something audible through the gusting wind.

PB: I don't know, maybe because this is what you wanted? You wanted this match, their attention, MY attention, and hombre, you got it.  You didn't even 'practically' beg for this match, you 'literally' begged for it.  And now that you're not getting the dime you think you deserve, or the FPV spot you think you've earned by consistently contributing to my concussions with pot shots to the back of the head when I wasn't look, you suddenly don't want it? I'm sorry.  Maybe it's the bees you've gotten riled up in my head and buzzing in my ears keeping me from fully understanding what you're trying to say, or how in fact you are a samurai, but where's your honor? It's completely lost on me.  Is there some sort of ironic racist joke I'm missing? Does Mexico lack honor? I can't believe that's true, just like I'm not sure you're actually from Mexico.  Every latino amigo I've ever met worth his salt has been a man of hard work, tradition, and honor, and they don't even claim to be samurai like your bendejo self.  Pardon me for asking just now that the blood's cleared from my eyes and my wrestling PTSD has finally quit keeping me up at night; but who the hell are you?

PB catches himself and puts his hands up, as if calling a complete halt to the conversation after a faux pas.

PB: Now I don't mean to ask that in a way that incurs any bitterness from you in regards to your standing in EAW or whatever. I'm not even asking who the hell do you think you are, because you clearly think you're somebody who matters.  I know your name, I'm not facetious in the least in my query when I ask who the hell are you? What do you want if not this match? Blame my ignorance on never getting a good look at you while you're attacking me from behind (okay, that was facetious) but until you started sneak attacking me, I had no idea who you are or what you wanted from me.  Are you jealous of me? Do you find me to be indignant or ungrateful of my position in EAW? Are you really trying to save us both from some unknown obscurity that has kept me booked since day one, and you riding my coat tails with attacks just to get on television. What are you fighting against? You don't seem to want me.  If you did, you'd be less likely to balk at this opportunity to have me all to yourself in an unsanctioned fight.  That makes me believe that you just want attention...MX...

PB leans into the camera with a sincere doe eyed sympathy on his face.

PB: Do you need a hug?  No...

PB's face grows callous once more, going from youthful and enchanted to weathered and bitter in a mere blink of an eye.

PB: You come from the generation that was hugged too much.  You're the terrible two year old dropping your spoon over and over again to test your parents limits, you're the kid offered a toy he doesn't want who cries when it's taken away.  You're a brat, plain and simple, and you need what brats aren't allowed to get these days because the culture became too soft.  Come the 25th, Mexican Samurai, I'm going to not only spank you, but I'm going to make you go out into the brier patch and pick the switch I spank you with, because something tells me if I bring out the slicer on you, you'll be too soft and shallow to take that much pain, and I want you to suffer, I want you to understand what it's like to feel your brain swell, I want you to know what it's like to pee blood, I want you to know the price of fame and attention that I've had to pay since first ignorantly jotting my name on a Barney M. Bailey contract.  You will show up, you will get beaten down, and you will feel the pain of every single sneak attack perpertrated on me by you tenfold.  What I do to you will be so old school that it'll be old testament hellfire and brimstone biblical.  I'm going to show you who you are, where you belong, and why it's your fault that you belong there.  And maybe, if there's something left in you that loves this sport as much as I've grown to that wants to go on, you'll be a changed and well-adjusted man who knows the value of a hard day's work.  

PB stands up and points to the concrete step to his stoop.

PB: Prepare to taste the golden rule, feel it's metallic coldness on your soft pallet, know the sensation of pressing your teeth against it's hissing, unbending, reflective surface.  Relish it, because it's going to be the closest you'll ever get to the taste of success before I plant my foot on the back of your head and shatter every jagged bone in your-

PB rears back his foot, ready to plant it symbolically on the step with authority, when suddenly the faint sound of "Chop Suey" by System of a Down emanates through his thick jacket pockets.  He nearly falls backward, before planting his feet on the curb solidly, and answers his ringing cell phone.

PB: Hello?...Oh!

The wind suddenly picks up and muffles the Pizza Boy's cheerful greeting as the boom mic fills with a deafening gust.

PB: Yeah, Barney told me you'd call.  I'm not certain as to what this is about, but I'm honored to be talking to you.

PB heads inside, talking in a muffled hush beneath the wind's current as the camera fades to black.
Ares Vendetta
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 22nd 2015, 10:55 am by Ares Vendetta
(The camera opens to a shot of an old, battered mural upon the ceiling - depicting the Virgin Mary, God, Angels, and other figures in Catholicism. Holes fill the mural and years of abandonment fill everything surrounding it with silent rotting, only to be interrupted by the voice of Bishop.)

Bishop: No, Ares Vendetta, you’re no fool. You’re just plain stupid, and ignorant.

(The camera slowly pans downwards until it lands on the image of Ares Vendetta - dressed in his usual black suit with his gold and black hair tied back - as he stands like a boy taking punishment while the one delivering the punishment in the red-garmented Bishop paces behind him with a look of disgust on her face and Rook stands stoically in the background, amongst the wreckage of the abandoned St. Joseph Byzantine Catholic Church.)

Bishop: Have you just taken everything for granted? Who am I kidding, your entire life has been filled with taking things for granted. I told you that we came here to get you back on track, and yet here we stand, counting the days until you set foot in the ring against a man you’ve already sought your vengeance upon and taken…. And for what? For your pride? Because he hurt your feelings?

Ares: He…. Pursued me--

Bishop: No, Ares, you pursued him, and you know it. It wasn’t Vic Vendetta who stood in a ring, blatantly egging you on to show up. He never laid a finger on your person. He came carrying weapons of a child and it would seem that was more than enough to wound you. We stand here in the House of Onryo, so that he can look down upon you with as much repulsion as I do right now, because it’s become more and more clear that you don’t seek out his help for vengeance, but for your own selfish means.

Ares: That’s not true. I wouldn’t be here right now, and neither would you, if I just wanted to exploit Onryo. I never had to come here praising his name. I never had--

Bishop: But you did, and now here I am, wasting my time on you. 

(Bishop stops pacing, as her expression changes to sheer disappointment at the sight of Ares.)

Bishop: And now you’ve gone against orders and gotten yourself placed in a match despite injury against this Xavier Williams. Your audacity knows no bounds, Ares. Do as you wish then. Take your beating and know that as you writhe in pain from such a stupid decision that it’s all for nothing. These little squabbles mean nothing to Onryo. All you’re doing by feeding this wolf that is your ego is hindering what you could truly be accomplishing, and crossing off each of the names written on your torso. You took out your vengeance on Vic Vendetta. You gave him your Malice, you gave him your Reckoning, your Wrath, your Ruin, and your Vengeance. 

(Bishop looks at her left hand; each finger representing a different virtue of Onryo. She closes it into a fist as she continues.)

Bishop: Now your eyes are bigger than your stomach. Do as you wish, Ares Vendetta. Play these nonsensical games with your cousin all you’d like. Prove you’re some sort of man and fight Xavier Williams. We will have none of it. All I order of you now is to plead for forgiveness under Onryo’s room in this Holy place that belongs to him now. Beg for hope that he does not abandon you as those who once inhabited this Church have since abandoned it and left it nothing but a shell of what it once was. We will have no part in this, so I suggest you come to us when you’ve decided to take our help and the names you pursue more seriously. Come, Rook.

(Ares raises his head as Bishop begins to take her leave while Rook follows suit.)

Ares: My… Father.

(Bishop stops, but doesn’t bother turning around.)

Bishop: What about him?

Ares: Where is he? You promised--

Bishop: Ah, promised. Yes, you made a declaration of assurance to us just as well, now didn’t you? Don’t worry about your father for now. You can’t even manage to worry about yourself.

(Ares’ expression shows slight annoyance as Bishop and Rook take their leave. Alone in the abandoned Byzantine Catholic Church, Ares wanders around; looking at all of the Catholic imagery that’s left torn and tattered by the test of time. He comes upon an old confessional and hesitantly enters it. The camera cuts to the other side of the inside of the confessional as Ares wipes off all of the dust and other residue before sitting down - his face slightly obscured by the screen between the two sides.)

Ares: I suppose… I haven’t been the most devout man. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve taken my God for granted. I sit here, alone, in this old, broken Church and wonder not how I can be forgiven for such insolence, but… If I can go much further, and prove my faith.

(Just as Bishop did, Ares looks at his open hand before closing it tightly into a fist.)

Ares: Onryo is a God that can only be worshiped within the holy temples of other Gods, and rightfully so. There is only room for one true God in this World, and even if others exist, he makes it a point to edge them all out. In a way, it’s his own vengeance, for being looked down upon by all the other religions that inhabit the World. So perhaps… Perhaps if I prove my faith by taking someone as significant as the EAW Champion, and edge him out, then perhaps Onryo will see he and I are one and the same. I’m no fool. I know the risks. I’ve gone against a Doctor’s orders. My foot still hurts with every step I take. I can feel the searing pain of the name “LANNISTER’ burned in my flesh. My body aches every moment I breath, and it’s nobody’s fault but my own. All I can do is take responsibility for my actions, and try to make right all of the wrongs I’ve committed by throwing aside everything I came here for in order to pursue someone such as Lannister for my own selfish reasons. In the end, I believe there isn’t much I can do. Be it as it may, I am only a man. I may be a very important man, and a product of two of the greatest performers to have ever stepped within a ring, but unfortunately, I am still flesh, still bone, and have my limits. All I can do is cling to what I know, and that is fighting within that ring. Those are the skills I was born and raised to perfect, and they are the tools I will use to produce a gift to my God, and for the rest of the World to see. 

Of course… All this talk of clinging to what we know in times of desperation is familiar territory to the man I feel watching me from across the ring, come Showdown.

(Ares faintly smiles as he looks at his clinched fist.)

Ares: Youth, talent, a World Championship, a destiny paved just for you, and now even a manager to ensure all of that stays intact. You must feel like a newborn, swaddled in all of this assurance of your’s. You’ve gone the extra mile and shown to everyone that there’s nothing that will stop you from keeping that Throne you sit upon, and that Crown you wear in the shape of a Belt around your waist.

(Ares chuckles at the thought.)

Ares: I too sat upon a Throne. I too had a Crown. I too went the extra mile to ensure I kept it all. Do I look like a King, Xavier Williams? Does this look like my Throne? Do you see my Crown? What is a King, if not a child who thinks a particular spot belongs to him simply because he wants it, and can only wait until the day comes that someone else takes his place? It’s a vicious cycle, really, and I’m glad to have no part in it anymore. The days in which being considered a World Champion meant prestige and honor have long since been extinct, even before my father’s time. Yes, my father too stood where you stand now. In fact, I believe he even utilizes that greasy little man that hides behind your skirt, whose only job is to make sure you win your matches. Yes, a vicious cycle. 

But I’m not here to tell you of the inevitable. I don’t need to see into the future to tell you how your story ends, but I can at the very least give you a preview. I can see it in your smile that you truly believe everything you’ve gone and told yourself, and everything Albert Hitchman has told you. I can taste the delusion radiating off of you, and it makes me wonder just what kind of mental gymnastics your mind is willing to go through in order to tell yourself that being beaten by an injured man proves absolutely nothing. When you’re the man sitting atop the mountain peak, I suppose you don’t need to worry about those still climbing below you, even if one nearly knocks you down. All you do is regain your balance, your composure, and remind yourself that you’re still the one on top, and so long as they remain climbing below, nothing they do will ever matter. It’s a slippery mountain, Xavier Williams. One thing begets the next. A man has a weakness, he’s flawed. The flaw leads him to guilt. The guilt leads him to shame. The shame he compensates with pride and vanity. And when pride fails, despair takes over and they all lead to his destruction. You sit there upon the mountain with Albert Hitchman whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and all it will ever grant you is a look of utter shock as someone knocks you back off the mountain and takes your place until another does the same to them. My words mean nothing to you, yes, but perhaps they’ll echo once this little reign of your’s has come and gone. Perhaps you’ll remember what I say when I tell you that you should be concerned more with getting up after the fall than fighting to keep the fall from happening. I may not sit here before you with much anymore. My House is as abandoned as this Church. My father still missing. My mother broken. My Agents of Extreme destroyed by my own hand. All I have to my name is faith, but at least I know… I KNOW it’s true faith. That piece of gold and leather? The man paid to help you? The self-entitlement that comes with being a prodigy? I know it all too well, and it’s all fleeting.

This is my gift. My gift to you. My gift to Onryo. I will bite down and I will endure every single agonizing moment in order to leave you lying in the middle of that ring, just as I have to others just like you, including the man that you find yourself so desperate to stop from knocking you off your mountain, Jamie O’Hara. For so long, you’ve tasted triumph and success, Xavier Williams. I’m sure by this point, it’s all you’ve come to know. I can’t say I blame you for doing everything you possibly can to keep it coming, and you’re going to hate the thought of someone like me or Jamie O’Hara being the ones who take that taste of sweet, intoxicating gold, and replace it with bitter ash, but you’ll come to see, just as I have, that it’s necessary. One day, if the fall doesn’t break you, you’ll climb back to the top of the mountain, and it will only be if you’ve tasted that bitterness and learned to love it. Nobody likes it, but in order to transform, you must decay after you grow. There is no real King that sits upon a Throne that hasn’t tasted defeat on the battlefield. You’ve had your tragedies, Xavier Williams, but you don’t know loss. You don’t know it at all.

(Ares cracks his neck and stands up - his face no longer visible behind the screen.)

Ares: But you will.

(Ares leaves the confessional, as the only sound that can be heard are his footsteps walking away until the camera fades to black.)
The Heart Break Boy
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 22nd 2015, 4:41 am by The Heart Break Boy
(Cameras fade-in as The Heart Break Boy’s face is shown looking close-up into the camera. He doesn’t move at all until the camera properly zooms in on his face.)

Hello, ladies and gentlemen… boys and girls of Elite Answers Wrestling. I wasn’t really planning on making a promo but I just wanted to talk about a few things that may or may not give you any chills or whatever. But I felt like making a speech on today dealing with understanding and not forgetting. First, I would like to begin with a story to tell about a mute man. Before I start, I would like to give further characteristic about this mute man. This mute man is handsome, tall and nice… He is maybe too nice to people. And for whatever that he gives in life, whether it is for his family or friends that he has been loyal to. He is somehow on the end of unfair play. 

Let’s begin.

“The Mute Man”

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Now this mute man grew up with a middle class family. He didn’t have a dad to be there 24/7. His mother loved him but her aggressiveness and tough policies caused the mute man to grow grey hairs even before teenage years. It wasn’t different, however and quite normal for non-Caucasian folk. This mute man grew up getting jumped, abused, and always talked about. Even with a wealthy life, sadness and mental torture tore him apart. It is not only that but he was always seen as someone not taken seriously on big matters. But when small matters come in action, quickly he is seen as someone to “deceive.” He is labeled, called things and questioned falsely. Truth be told, a leader would love this mute man as his right hand man, for he is loyal to a person, especially with a purpose. However, sometimes, this man doesn’t know better. Because he has chained himself up in his own world for months to actually know what it’s like in the real world.
He’s like a new-born child in a grown man’s body when it comes to life. Once he gets the taste of the real world, things start coming to him. He wants a girlfriend, he wants a family, and he wants to be the center of all plans when doing events with friends. He has to learn it the hard way. The very few friends that were placed in his corner aren’t exactly going down the right path which causes this mute man to crumble with very low self-esteem and bad habits in life. Maybe everything doesn’t go well because the way he moves? Maybe because he rarely talks or is it because of his low value on life for only wanting the simple things of it and not the purpose that God has stamped on his life? Trust me; God has purposes for everyone’s life. And you don’t want to end up dead before ever acting out that purpose on your life. This mute man gives. He nurtures, and then suddenly he is labeled “untrustworthy.” For quick instances:

Surprisingly and out of spite, this mute man talks about a great friend. He gives good news about him. The Mute Man spreads his friend’s talented value and everything he represents in a super positive way. All of a sudden that person comes around and disowns his value, only because that person forgets what this mute man is actually about.

A co-worker would slander him for not knowing himself because the mute man asks him politely for advice from time to time. How fair is it that the co-worker could put his business in the front of someone’s face without the mute man’s consent? Also the co-worker does not even know him that well.

A mother who is separated from her husband treats her son, the mute man like he doesn’t have anything to fulfill in life. She builds all of her troubles to get everything her way when she is already financially set for life.

There’s a long list of things that are going on in this mute man’s life. He walks around an apartment that he’s completely uncomfortable with but despite it, endurance needs to be learned. He wants to be a part of anything that has value and purpose in it but now he questions it. Maybe this mute man should go his own way with the purpose that God has said or who knows?

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A lot of people may deal with unfairness in their life. Even in this industry, we have guys outside of the ring that fail to see the clear picture. We have guys angry and upset at the world for a sport we just partake as a hobby. This mute man doesn’t do much to hurt people; he rather brings more positivity than negativity. He doesn’t want to see people fail. He just wants to live the life that God has given him without feeling criticized wrongfully for no absolute reason. In the Heart Break Boy’s conclusion, I would have to say this:

Get over it. It’s done. Realize the things of the past that person has ever done for you and connect it with the present. Stop being a know-it-all and thinking everything is about “you.” Re-consider your thoughts and talk things out before adding “labels” onto relationships. It is a very sicken display to see people wrongfully treated for no reason but that’s just life for you. Sometimes, you get what you don’t deserve for a reason. It honestly hurts my passion to do the things that I’m supposed to do when I’m falsely accused of being something that I’m not. Then having to listen to that person use things positively such as praying to God because that person is assure of being right. It’s like you’re drowning in quick-sand and you honestly can’t say nothing but listen to that person wary for no reason. It’s also like you’re yelling at him or her while their deaf saying “HEY HELLO! REMEMBER THAT I DID THIS FOR YOU?! WITH WHAT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH?! YOU THINK I’M GOING TO DO THAT TO YOU?! HELL NO!”
I just close the door and keep my mouth shut.

The biggest defeat is trying to argue with a person that has already made up their mind about you or questions your loyalty because it only makes it seem like you’re begging for something that you have already proven.

Keep that in mind, EAW.


(Cameras fade to black)
The scene begins with Brett Kennedy, sitting on top of an equipment box backstage of a Showdown live event. On the phone, he is seen getting quickly frustrated, shifting around in his seated position, slightly moving the plate of food he has beside him.

Kennedy: *whispering* God damn voicemail. Again?

As Kennedy waits on the phone, he picks up his plate of food, and takes a bite out of a rib. After a few slow seconds, he drops his plate and holds the phone with his sauce covered hand.

Kennedy: Yo, me again. You know, it'd be nice to hear your voice every now and then. Got a match next week against Black and White Goon number large. I was hoping you'd come to watch the match. Lord knows I need some motivation, get back into the swing of winning. Holla back, you hear?

Kennedy slowly takes his phone off his hear, and presses his phone to end the call. After a few moments staring at the device, he slams it in pure anger.

Kennedy: God, I know I said I'd be fine, but for fuck sakes...

Kennedy lets out a huge sigh, before going back to his plate of food and finishing it up. After his final bit has been consumed, Kennedy's trusty cameraman Jarvis arrives back, with two bottles of water and two pictures.

Jarvis: She still not calling you back?

Kennedy: Not even a text. Like, I get she's off to do bigger and better things. I get that she's the 'Empress of Elite'. But come on. There was maybe 3 women who had a legitimate chance of winning, and you'd think that she wouldn't just stop talking to me.

Jarvis: You sure she ain't done with you, boss? You might want to look at these, then.

Jarvis sticks out the two pictures to Kennedy. He looks at Jarvis for a little bit, then quickly takes the pictures. When he looks at the first picture, he sees Aria Jaxon with Aren Mstislav posing for a supposed photo shoot. Kennedy takes the picture behind and moves it up front, and he sees Jaxon again, but in an airplane with Vance Tybull.

Kennedy: What's these gotta do with anything?

Jarvis: Aria's been hanging out with quite a few guys recently. The most notable ones have been Mstislav and Tybull, though. You sure she hasn't thrown you in the ditch yet?

Kennedy: Are you really telling me that she's going to ditch me for Aren or Vance? Look, Aren knows better. I know he ain't doing this to spite me. I'm pretty sure Vance isn't doing anything either. I mean look at-

Kennedy stops, as he looks at Jarvis, who is looking back with the sternest of looks, as to be saying 'Really?'. Kennedy pauses, then nods.

Kennedy: You're right. We don't know about Tybull, but let's get real here. Aria isn't fucking around with me. If she is, then I guess she really has just used me to get where she's at right now. Cool, she's Shawn and I'm Marty. Time to shoot some heroin, right?

Jarvis changes his look to a slightly saddened one, watching Kennedy slowly go nuts over this situation.

Kennedy: Come the fuck on, Jarvis. She's good, trust me. Give me that water, though please.

Jarvis extends the bottle out, still giving him that slightly saddened look.

Jarvis: They're getting into your head, aren't they?

Kennedy: Who is getting into my fucking head?

Jarvis: Those guys. Demon, Minns, Samurai, hell. Everyone is saying that she dumped you out there, and it's getting to you, isn't it?

Kennedy gets off the equipment box and grabs at Jarvis' shirt. In sheer anger, Kennedy pushes Jarvis all the way to the wall. Each second, Kennedy looks more angry, as he pulls Jarvis' shirt up, forcing Jarvis to lift off the ground.

Kennedy: All right, let me tell you what's gotten into my fucking head. Let's first talking about the notion that nobody fucking TRUSTS me when I say Aria and I are FUCKING FINE. Just because she doesn't contact me doesn't mean we're not still good, you hear me. Let's also talk about the fact that I haven't won a GOD DAMN important match yet in this company. Let's talk about how I'm basically back in fucking Saskatoon right now, being all alone without anyone's FUCKING trust! Have I gone nuts over this? You're GOD DAMN RIGHT I HAVE.

Kennedy drops Jarvis and backs up.

Kennedy: But maybe FUCKING NUTS IS WHAT I FUCKING NEED! Maybe I need to dive off the deep end a little to get the momentum I need. Wins and losses matter here in EAW, and my record is FAR from fucking impressive. You know what people are saying about me right now? They're saying that I'm the guy who does a little too much in matches. Maybe I need to go FAR TOO MUCH for things to work. Maybe I just need to let it all out instead of SUPPRESSING MY FUCKING ANGER and trying to be a good Brett Kennedy. My assholes will still love me if I notch the crazy factor up a bit, won't they?

Kennedy brings the pictures up and proceeds to tear them both in half. He lifts one half of the pictures to his face.

Kennedy: These guys...are not my fucking concern.

Kennedy throws down the halves, and brings the other half up.

Kennedy: She and I...perfectly fine.

Kennedy throws down the other halves.

Kennedy: Get off my fucking back now...

Kennedy storms out, leaving Jarvis shaking near the wall and picking up the torn photos. The scene fades to black.


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It all revolves back to the same bullshit I dealt with before...


We're past Territorial Invasion, I've done my end of the bargain against the Has-No-Fun. But, just like an annoying mosquito, them goons always find the time to pester me. But, this ain't no ordinary mosquito, this one wears a mask. Heh, I wonder how that would work... a mosquito with a mask. You know, because they have about a billion eyes, and they have their little antler-thingies, too. Then, you'd have to make space for their little suckers. Anyways, I got myself 'La Muerte' himself, or whatever crackpot Spanish name he has. For this case, let's call this guy 'Buzzmala', because he seems like a mosquito to me.

Now, I can already guess what's going on in Buzzmala's mind. First off, let's just clear things up and confirm that he does have the Mexican Hat Dance playing behind his words. Anyways, he's basically thinking to himself 'I got this match mucho easy. BK's reeling from the past MONTH'. Sure, I might have one of the most unnoticed and pointless losing streaks in the federation right now. Sure, I can't even beat a fat swamp monster who speaks painstakingly odd than Pee-Wee Herman on heavier drugs than he took on the TV Show, and you have someone else speak long and boring for you. Buzzmala must have it easy, right.

Well, let's just say that maybe he should remember who the fuck I am...


This ain't no 'New Brett Kennedy' bullshit, like I said before. This is just me with a different approach to things. While he may be this big, towering figure that finds a way to take the spotlight away from Y2Impact's massive ego and Heart Break Gal's saggy tits because of his stature alone, I'm pretty sure he's somebody that nobody should really fear anymore. He's just some big Mexican dude who knows how to throw people. Well, guess what, Sunshine? I also happen to be a big dude who can throw people around at will. Your little leader got my Seal of Approval, I should have no problem giving your neck a little Cutter from the Bridge City. But, hey, I'm counting my chickens again. Maybe your little Mexi-Fry goons will show up and help you out. I mean, when's the last time any of you not named Y2Impact and HBG had some non-tainted wins? Yeah, I can't recall, either.

Real talk, though. Luzmala, I know what you're capable of. Don't think that I haven't forgotten the events of Territorial Invasion. Yeah, it's basically imprinted in my mind forever at this point. You took care of some business out there, and you survived for your team. Congratu-fucking-lations. Now, let's see if you can go one-on-one with an Asshole who has nothing to lose. Can you 'burn' this guy? My magic 8-Ball says 'Signs point to no'. I'm more than willing to reveal all the holes that you have as a wrestler, a grappler and as a performer. Get ready for a fight, big boy. I'll be throwing my best, what about you?
The Mexican Samurai
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 21st 2015, 9:37 pm by The Mexican Samurai
Showdown Promo #1

"Teenage Mutant Samurai Pizza...Teenage Mutant Samurai Pizza...Teenage Mutant Samurai Pizza... heroes being held back...Pizza Power!"  

Sorry, I can't seem to get this song out of my head, it's quite addicting. I have to say that our team name had a nice ring to it and it's a shame that we already have to split up and go our separate ways. We'll continue to live on in the annals of EAW history as a 'What if?' because we were simply too good to be together.   Our time is coming to an end though, we finally get to the have the opportunity to lay everything aside and tape our fists for a good ol' fashion fight....right in the opening match.  I can't really say that I'm disappointed because it's kind of expected from the higher ups because, we fight and fight and continue to fight. and we do everything in our power to make sure that the audience cares about the outcome of this match that has been building for months and ...we open the show on a random Showdown?  

Through all that drivel that you talked about comparing the Bible to 50 Shades of Gray, the only point that made any sense was that we were being put on the back burner.  Yes!  THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOU TO SIT AROUND AND NOTICE!  Am I finally starting to make sense with all the foreshadowing that has come lately?  I don't hate you as a person, Pizza Boy.  I hated the fact that you couldn't see what was happening around you and remained oblivious to the fact that they want to eliminate us because we are nothing more than shells meant to be filler for the head writers. They don't have any plans for us and I bet they want us to just destroy each other so that we don't have anywhere to go in the future.

This is why I demand more money, and this is why I won't answer the same dull, stupid questions that reporters spend about five minutes thinking up. You thought I was absolutely apathetic during my last couple of matches?

Give me one reason why I should show up to fight, Pizza Boy?  Maybe, I'm starting to feel some kind of sympathy for you because I know that when this is all over there will be nothing left for the both of us.  Alas, what must be done...has to be done because my iron-clad contract forces me to do so.

I gave a friend of mine twenty bucks to buy a pepperoni pizza from Pizza Boy's shop and I waited for over an hour for it to arrive.  My friend dropped it on the coffee table as I was salivating with delight and I slowly opened the box, but what lay there was a droopy, wet mess of an pie abomination.  The pepperoni was burnt, the cheese was cheddar, and the crust was soggy.  A tear ran down my cheek as I evaluated how anyone could ruin one of Italy's beloved creations, and I thought to myself, "Hey, maybe Pizza Boy knew that I ordered it for myself and sabotaged it as revenge."  Nope, my friend used his credit card, his phone number, and his address for the delivery, and he even told me of the big smile that Pizza Boy had on his face as he made the delivery.  So why was this pizza in such a sad shape and emitting a foul odor?  This couldn't possibly be the kind of pizza that PB serves to all his clients?  Maybe he was a heel and he had fooled me this entire time.  I couldn't force myself to stomach the disgusting pile of toppings that lay before me and the strong sulfur smell had overwhelmed my living room, so with tears in my eyes, I had to discard the pizza into the local dumpster by my house.  

Congratulations, Pizza Boy.  You turned me from a pizza lover into a hamburger man.  I hope you are happy.   It was 50 Shades of Disgusting. How could Pizza Boy do that though?  He is holy, like the bible.  Yet, his entire career and aspirations are about as fictional as the stories that lie within the good book. You want to talk about real disgusting acts in literature?  Why don't you just sit there and read the bible that you proudly compare yourself towards?  God kills millions of people and Satan killed fourteen, and don't even get me started on the rape, misogyny and genocide that happens within the scriptures that you happily covet.  I'm sure you're wearing mixed fabric too!  At least, 50 Shades of Gray is entertaining and probably has a better set of morality than what a bunch of uneducated sheep-herders conjured up so that people would still believe in space fairies.   I'm not going out there and telling children or anyone else to act like I do, because I'm simply me and I don't give a fuck if anyone else wants to be me.  I know my strengths, my weaknesses and my convictions while you hover around acting like a Little Caesar.  I'm Papa John though, and this is my Round Table inside the Pizza Hut.  I'm supreme and you're just cheesy.  

Okay...sorry for the bad analogies but you made me do it by presenting a stupid argument in the first place.   You're search for enlightenment and respect is just a desperate search for validation. You've been pushed around and stepped on since the very beginning of your tenure here.  Do you not realize that something must change deep within the soul of The Pizza Boy?  Why do you seek respect?  Why don't you go and take it when the opportunity presents itself?   That's all I want you to do on Showdown....show me THAT YOU GIVE A FUCK FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE AND THAT YOU WILL TAKE THE RESPECT THAT YOU DESERVE INSTEAD OF BEING NOTHING MORE THAT A GODDAMN PUSHOVER.  

It seemed that when I stopped giving a fuck that people finally noticed me. It's simply because they can no longer acquire what they used to easily have in the past, and just like a devastated ex, EAW keeps blowing up my phone asking me to come back into it's life.  No!  We are through, EAW.  I learned from my mistake and I'm off in a new relationship....yes...I'm in love with myself...oh...and Haruna's pretty cute too.

Do I want to associate with a company that fires [NAME REDACTED] and gives away his belt to [NAME REDACTED] in a joke of a match this upcoming House of Glass?  I'm sure they would give you and I the same sort of treatment.  It's a shame, Pizza boy.  We could have had an actual meaningful conclusion to our saga at Showdown: Redemption but we weren't worth it I guess.

I think I'm just going to no show Showdown unless you can show me that you have something to offer besides "trying to gain respect".

Then again, I'm only here.... so I don't get fined.
Selena Lopez
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 21st 2015, 5:30 pm by Selena Lopez
Battleground #1

Selena is seen sitting on the couch, her legs crossed as she looked at the camera in front of her she pushed her long brunette hair over her shoulder. She gave that smug look like she has something planned. She is sporting a white tank top, blue jeans and a pair of black tennis shoes. She cleared her throat as she put her hands on her knee.


"Hello losers, I am Selena Lopez the baddest chick in EAW. I was informed not even a minute after I signed my contract that I was being put on a pre-show. Excuse me? Pre-show, you got to be kidding me I am not some nobody like half the people on the roster is I am a somebody and I deserve allot more than just a simple pre-show crap."


Selena let out a frustrating sigh, she didn't think she would be treated like this but none the less she is. She kept a calm look despite being aggravated at the fact of where she is.


"And my opponent this week is Ashlynne Black, who the hell are you? You are nothing to me Ashlynne, hell you are not grateful enough to hold my bag. I bet you are nervous huh? I don't blame you, if I was facing someone who has allot of fire in her and is not afraid to put someone on the shelf I would be afraid of me too."


Selena let out a slight laugh, she moved her legs over as she straighten her tank top. She looked at the camera once again but this time she has a serious look on her face.


"Do you even have what it takes to beat me? Of course not, you probably think oh this is just Selena some new person who is probably greenier than grass."


She laughed once again but stopped as she slammed her hands on the coffee table in front of her, the smacking sound echoed through the room.


"Wrong! I am not just some rag doll, but Ashylnne I will give you an option, you can either just forefeit the match and let me win easily or..."


She smirked a little.


"Continue on with the match and watch yourself go down in flame. I will make an example out of you and let everyone in EAW know that I am a force to be reckon with. So think about my offer Ashlynne and choose wisely."



Selena got up as she walked away from the camera view, the scene slowly fades to black.
Cailin Dillon
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 21st 2015, 10:32 am by Cailin Dillon

Showdown #1
 
The top of a table is shown as two fingers touch across the top and scrape a little dust off. Cailin Dillon blows the thick dust off the end of her fingers as she smiles.
 
It has been awhile since I’ve had the opportunity to do something this hardcore. My career has been littered with matches just like this one, where my opponents believed their personal experience with these matches or my lack of experience would somehow put them miles ahead of me. It’s never worked that way though. I’ve always found a way to rise to the competition and adapt to the conditions. If anything, that’s what I am maybe more than any other Vixen on this roster. I’m adaptable. I’ve shown that time after time. I adapted to fighting against the men, to putting up with the lackluster Iconomy. I jumped right in and went head to head with both Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava, legends in this business. I’ve never backed down from any challenge they’ve put in front of me. And yet it would seem as if someone already believes they will take this match because they once put a man through a table. Darling, your naïveté is so refreshing. I’ve done this a little more than I care to brag about it, and I’ve never cared so much about the scars its left behind.
 
Cloudy, you’re catching so many eyes lately. Since you arrived, you have been accepted into the fold like a regular. You have gained a quick following, and you know it better than anyone I imagine. But your knowledge of 90s music isn’t going to be enough for you to get past me, nor Maria. And your spelling ability, as impeccable as it might be, won’t be enough to stifle anyone or strike any fear in my mind. I’ll take a page from your book, though. T is for tenacious, and that’s what you’ll find I am when we meet in a match. I hope you understand what you will be entering when you walk down that ramp. You have been in some decent matches so far, but this will be the toughest one yet. Just ask Maria when you see her. She and Madison tried to cheat their way to a win this past week. They went to every measure but bringing weapons into the ring, playing the official like a puppet. But at the end of the day, Aria and I still prevailed. A triple threat match is a different beast all together, but I was made for wars like this. I was made to win matches like this.
 
I am still a little confused as to why you’ve been so quiet, Maria. I haven’t heard your usual brand of bitching and whining after losing that last match. How does it feel to have to cheat so hard to attempt to win, but then lose? I can imagine it’s quite the heartbreaker. You learned from one of the best cheaters the Vixens have, but when it came down to facing the best this division has to offer, you two just couldn’t do it. This must mean one of two things. Either Madison just isn’t the dominant champion she believes herself to be — and we’ll know after House of Glass — or maybe you aren’t quite on the same level as the rest of us, Aria, Madison and I. My best guess is it’s the later. Why did you have to use the official to try to win a match with me anyway. If I recall last week, you barely had anything to say about me, but you didn’t seem to put me in a class that was below Aria, who you put in the lowest of the low classes. Don’t be so angry that you were outclassed by a superior Vixen. Let me let you in on a little secret. It’s going to happen again this week. No matter what you try to do, you will be shown once again that it is you who is below me, not the other way around. Madison might think she is royalty, the queen of the Vixens, with you walking around as a princess. But the truth is you are a jester. All words and no show. You are her comedic sidekick that takes all the lumps while she takes all the glory. And without her, you are reduced to being no more than a face in the crowd, a child standing in the background, waiting to be picked for something special. And you’ve done all of this by your own accord.
 
Both of you are in for a real treat this week because Cleveland is my backyard. It is true that I was born and raised in Texas and that my wrestling career started in Texas, too. But it was here in Ohio, not far from Cleveland that my career was cultivated, my talents and abilities taken to the next level. It was here that I learned from some of the best minds in this business. And it is here that I will defeat both of you in this table match. Over the last few weeks I have felt electricity in me like I’ve never felt before. From coming with a referee’s slow count of beating Hexa-gun, to showing Heart Break Gal what’s it like to taste her own medicine with my boot, to kicking JJ Silva right in his useless groin, the energy just continues to grow for me. And as we come closer and closer to that specialist champion scramble, I know both of you have already begun to have grand illusions of what your first title reigns will be like here in EAW. But both of you are in dire need of a reality check. You won’t be winning that championship, just like neither of you will be winning this match. Cloud, I appreciate your candor and the excitement you go about your business with, but it is simply not your time yet. And Maria, do I really need to say more? You think so highly of yourself, but I will humble you.
 
Cailin bends down even with the table and smirks still.
 
Everyone will be watching this week to see what happens when us girls get a little hardcore. And you two are about to find out just how tenacious Cailin Dillon can really be.
 
She bends down and blows the dust off the table as the scene fades to black.
#KimboLivesMatter
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 10:50 pm by #KimboLivesMatter
(this asshole didn't promo and idk what im doing so heres my promo fuckwads.)

Dachs: I'm sick of these rich bitches coming in here to my company and trying to push us all around. Clearly this bourgeoisie fuck thinks he's better than all of us. He didn't even give me the time of day to promo. So he can go fuck himself. On BG this week I'm going I'm sending his punk ass back to the orient. Basically you're a twat and since you didn't promo for this match I'm only going to barely show you the same amount of respect. I'm going to show you that you made a huge mistake faggot. I don't really have much to say because I have no idea who you are and since you didn't introduce your punk ass, I got nothing much to say. But Team DCW is going to destroy you and then we are going to destroy HexaGun. DACHS OUT.

(Pulls out the DCW flag and begins waving it.)

Dachs:DCW 4 LYFE FAM.
Warrior V1.
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 9:48 pm by Warrior V1.
(Warrior V1 paces back and forth with a paper in his hand. He unfolds the worn fabric to words that show a newspaper headline. He reads.) 

Warrior V1.. The greatest to ever do it. Yet, he just hasn't done it "great enough". Wow. Just wow. An article written in 2013, where a scurvy paparazzo blackballed me. He wrote my demise as I fell the hardest. He kicked me as I reached for a hand up. He ruthlessly forced me into being wretched. I am not God. I am not a prophet. I am not the most high. 

But I can tell you this. I am not JUST a human being. I am Version One. I am the highest of anyone in my class. I am the highest of anyone in my breed. I am ELITE to all those around me. So when WWEFan decided to put me into an "interview" at a roundtable, yes, I took offense to it. Yet, I've been subjugated to have the respect to at least sit through it and talk. However, some of the other panelists didn't seem too weary of that. 

Don't get me wrong, I love the implications. I absolutely adore that I get to get one step closer to a title. One step closer to being crowned. One step closer to REDEMPTION. And I will demolish anyone in my way to doing so. So at Shock Value, November 14th, in Las Vegas, Nevada, I promise you I will get in the ring and conquer my opponents. I will get in the ring and take over against my opponents. And I will get in the ring, get on the top rope and reign supreme over my opponents! And then after, and only after, will I raise my hands and proclaim...

Warrior V1 is the GREATEST TO EVER DO IT... AND HE WILL ALWAYS BE. 

And that isn't an aspiration. That isn't a dream. In a few weeks, that will be REALITY. But as you all know by now, the Warrior never sleeps. And this coming Sunday, I have to share the ring with 3 other guys. I have to get in the ring with the same simpletons that I had to sit at a roundtable with. Nick Angel, Zayn Christ, and Valiente Wyvern. And, you know, it's funny. Because I've made a fool out of one of the three already. Valiente Wyvern, you've surrendered your soul to me. Wyvern you've been demolished just like your culture has been, accordingly. In fact, if you keep being as unfortunate as to have to step into the ring with me... Well... Wyvern, I might just accidentally slip that mask off your face. I may as well demolish the only thing you have left... your pride. 

As for Zayn Christ, I don't know much about you, Zayn. In fact, I don't know and I don't care. Yet your psychopath shtick, although entertaining, is simply pathetic. It's delirious that you feel like talking about hurting people will scare them. Because in reality, you'll be hurt when you step into the ring with me. You're going to WISH you were crazy after I'm done with you. You're gonna pray to God that he grants you mercy from the exuberance I display in the ring. Your idiotic narrative amounts to nothing except that of a scoundrel. You're going to feast on my fist come Voltage, and for good measure, maybe I'll even give you a reason to be crazy. Maybe I'll hit you so hard that you go borderline into depression. Maybe then you'll know what it's like to really be crazy. Either way, Zayn, you'll be checking into a hospital room very soon. 

And well, well, well. Look what we have here? Nick Angel? Surprised you didn't recognize me. I even gave you my blessing years ago when you were first coming up. I've seen you blossom. I've seen you improve. And now I'm going to see you perish. Now I'm going to see you get ripped to pieces. Your Achilles heel, Nick, is your ego. Your tragic flaw that is destined to be your downfall is your inability to see that others are BETTER than you. Warrior V1 will forever be GREATER than you. And in fact, Warrior V1 will be everything you have ever wished to be. And you know, Nick, I'm actually interested to wrestle you come Sunday. I'm actually interested to step into the ring with you come Sunday. Not because I respect you, but I'm going to enjoy being able to annihilate you. I'm going to be elated ripping you apart. I'm going to savor starting the downfall of your career. 

And with that said... I'll wait for a rebuttal. 
The Version One has spoken. 
The Warrior never sleeps. 
The Warrior REFUSES to die. 

He's coming for redemption. 

(Warrior rips the paper to pieces as it blows away in the light drizzle and autumn wind)

Stephanie Matsuda
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 9:09 pm by Stephanie Matsuda
Showdown Promo 1


"The T in TLC"




(Cloud is leaning against the wall, hands in her hoodie pockets, looking at her watch with heavy eyes A few moments later, a car pulls up. Stan Lawson and the Camera Guy climbs out, and begin to ready their equipment.)


Stan: Sorry we're late Cloud! We were doing a Pizza Boy interview in Sauget! Why are you all the way out in Berwyn anyway?


(Cloud simply gestures to the Berwyn Eagles sign.)


Stan: Oh. Wait, Diva All-Stars does shows out of here right?


(Cloud simply nods)


Stan: You look exhausted.


(Cloud replies with a yawn)


Stan: Alright, let's get this over it


(Stan signals for the camera and takes out his mic)


Stan: Stan Lawson here with Cloud Matsuda, who has not one but two matches this week! Cloud, will your match with Serena Ji play a part in the tables match against Maria Gonzales and Cailin Dillon?


Cloud: (pauses before speaking) You know Stan, the reason why I'm here in Berwyn, Illinois is because this place is a part of my roots. Diva All-Stars was one of my early stomping grounds before going to Japan. What makes DAS stand out from other promotions is that we film several volumes of matches in a span of three days every season. Its a huge event in the area- people come out from around the area, sometimes from around the country to watch the girls throw down! Some of the more lucky performers like myself had to fight 3-4 times in three days! Grueling battles versus the best of what the scene had to offer! I may look tired with these black and blue eyes of mine, but my fire still burns! I will come out on top on Battleground and on Showdown I'll show Ms. Dillon and Ms. Gonzales my table match experience!


(Cloud takes off her hood, feeling hyped)


Cloud: I once put a grown man through a table off a ladder via sunset flip powerbomb. What is it you think I'm going do to my opponents? Cailin is a bad ass I know, and Maria wants to pay me back for eliminating her in the Territorial Invasion match. Well as cool kids say, "Come at me bro!"


(She stretches out her arms for a moment)


Cloud: The "T" in TLC stands for many things like 'Tender' and 'T-Boz'. But your case my pretties, "T" is for the tables you'll find yourselves smashed through as I put you through them with a Straight-Jacket outta Cleveland! Bring you A-game ladies cuz I don't want no scrubs! You may think you're chasing waterfalls...(leans in close) but you're actually coming head on with a fucking tsunami!


(Cloud walks off screen)


Cloud: (singing in a low voice) Don't go chasing waterfalls, please listen to the rivers and lakes that you used to...








A little later...


Match Night (Battleground)


(Cloud walks through the talent entrance of the arena, with her gym bag and hoodie. She wears a serious expression on her face as she passes through security. Walking down a corridor, she notices a banner with the entire Vixens roster. After a brief look over, she takes out a black marker and writes on the banner...)


TIME TO FLY


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'Hollywood' Piff Fumador
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 9:05 pm by 'Hollywood' Piff Fumador
AY DIOS MIO! I shit myself… Your boy Piff Fumador shit his pantalos in the ring, IN THE RING! All because of Maxwell Sachs, Maxwell Ball-Sachs-In his mouth… I’m not the kind of amigo that’s into grudges, but I tell you esé.. This isn’t over between us, next time we meet in the ring I will DDTHC your face so hard into the mat, your own madre won’t recognise your monkey face. But anyways, all of this was down to me not smoking on the dank stuff. It shocked my system into under performing like some estupido, I couldn’t sleep, suffering from weed deprived insomnia. I couldn’t eat, I didn’t have the munchies to chomp down some grande Taco Bell. And all of this to adhere to some group of putos who don’t even work for EAW; to please a group of gringos who don’t even matter to the roster, office or fans. So screw it, holmes, I’m not letting this stop me from becoming the best luchador in the history of EAW, your boy Piff Fumador is gonna smoke on god’s green tantalising trees from the seeds of the BEAST! I mean, would you take a soldier into battle without his gun? P-Rod into a skate park without his skateboard?  Maxwell Dachs into a closet without a dick in his mouth? No you wouldn’t, so why would you put Piff Fumador in a ring without his mary jane?! It was like my kryptonite this week not smoking weed and I credit all the crapola that happened purely down to it. That’s it for me, I don’t care what happens with the W.E.E.D organisation or if they test me for anymore drugs. I’m gonna find a way out of this because Tijuana’s Finest Strain needs to live for the green to snap necks, cash checks and win championship-ecks… I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve to get around this grande problemo that’s happening lately, because I can’t be wrestling in the condition I was in on Monday. The people want Piff, the real Piff.. And the real Piff is a Cypress Hill loving, Dorito eating, ass kicking, weed smoking LUCHADOR!!!!!!
 
But anyways esé, this week I’m going up again this homie Valiente Wyvern. His another luchador, VIVA LA VIDA LOCO! I’m so happy to face another wrestler specialising in lucha libre. There’s gonna be hurricanranas for days, suicide dives to make the crowd gaze, and then Piff getting the win and celebrating with some super lemon haze..  Just like I did El Landerson, twice! I’m going to further prove at Battleground that I’m the greatest luchador to ever hit EAW. The master of the DDTHC, the Powerbong… And of course, the 420 splash; However Wyvern does have his Muerte Segura – a top rope powerbomb! Our match will be a ultimo display of lucha libre. Plus this Wyvern guy seems cool, so may the best man win. Unlike that puto Maxwell Dachs, hopefully he has some honor when it comes to facing off mano-e-mano and doesn’t knock a guy that’s already down. And honestly I’m curious to see what Ken Stark says this week when I show up Battleground with all joints blazing, because he knows; like all of EAW knows… When your boy Piff Fumador has his eyes burning red, no one can stop the force of the 420 Splash. So Valiente Wyvern, please bring your A-game to Battleground, because I’m gonna… BLAZE… YOU… UP…
Mr. DEDEDE
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 7:36 pm by Mr. DEDEDE
It was broken.

Everything I thought I knew was smashed into pieces when I lost the World Heavyweight Championship earlier this year by my former student, Tyler Parker. I was changed, I was brought to my knees and forced to watch as that previously deemed impenetrable golden idol in the image of myself that I previously worshipped day in and day out and called a "God" was smashed into pieces. And without relent, without hesitation, those shattered remains were desecrated and stomped out until I was FORCED to escape from my own devices and the vices strangling me by my neck that I thought were just charms! I had to realize that these charms that I wore around my neck and my wrists were CUFFS and CHAINS, and I needed to realize that I was trapped! And if I didn't adjust I wouldn't be here right now! If I didn't adapt I would really be dead! 

It's...

Hahahahaha...

The melodrama... the CONSTANT melodrama surrounding my career! Hahahahaa... it's amusing! It's funny! It's really hilarious! It's funny! It's so funny, it's hilarious! It's hilarious! Hahahah! What is this???? What really is this? What are we doing and where are we? Isn't this a joke? Isn't this funny? Isn't this entertaining? Isn't it a farce how highly we think of ourselves? How seriously we take ourselves? Isn't it hilarious how we're talking right now? Like the fate of the world depends on who the EAW Tag Team Champions are! How Mr. DEDEDE is in a fight for his life, and he must battle with the greatest enemy of all time -- Father Time! And this battle has been on-going, and it's been the crux of the same tired boring virulent skeptical arguments my opponents have presented for years! Every year! It happens every year! It happens EVERY YEAR! 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, IT'S THE SAME FUCKING THING! IT'S THE SAME FUCKING THING!!! IT'S THE SAME THING EVERY FUCKING YEAR! IT'S THE SAME TIRED STORY! I'M TIRED OF IT! IT'S THE SAME THING EVERY OPPONENT! IT'S THE SAME THING EVERY MATCH! EVERY MATCH! EVERY FUCKING MATCH! EVERY FUCKING MATCH, WIN-LOSE-DRAW- "Mr. DEDEDE doesn't have 'it' anymore", "what more does he need from this business??" IS THIS JUST AN ONGOING JOKE? Maybe I'm not getting it? Maybe it's an "inside" joke? Five World Championships and Six Match of the Years, but not a single year of my career where an opponent of mine isn't telling me the same fucking thing.

And I have four tag teams telling me the same fucking thing.

Four tag teams telling me the same thing I've heard for years and years and years. Everyone's got the "inside scoop" to the story of Mr. DEDEDE! And these virulent skeptic types are annoying and they are everywhere, I'm convinced they've got me surrounded! They enter into the conversation with me and stupify me with their boring first year college level linguistic chess games hollering "checkmate" before I can even move the rook, and before I know it I find myself bored because I've beaten every run of the mill tag team, stable and competitor who's come to me with the same fucking thing. And The Mercenaries are at the top of the list for bringing to the plate some of the most redundant, mundane and droll rhetoric I've ever had to sit through and grit my teeth through in my entire goddamned life! Not because I'm closed minded, but because they talk as if I have something to prove to them when I haven't felt a need to prove a single solitary thing to either of them in my entire goddamned life. But they talk as if they are the George R.R. Martin to my "Song of Ice and Fire" and that they are the lyricist, the pen-man, the storyteller, the narrator, the wordsmith with the final say on my chapter. As if out of the hundreds of pundits and opponents and rivals who have said the same thing they're saying, THEY'RE the ones who finally have it right! Even when I've taken Impact to the biggest stage imaginable and utterly bested him without any shadow of a doubt, certainly he's got me ALL figured out now! Or now that Heart Break Gal is done worshipping the fucking ground I walk on and is finally tired of sitting on her ass and calling some of my greatest achievements from the sidelines, she can put on a pair of tights and a crop top and step into the ring with her GOD. But let me backpedal from that trigger word right away before I get accused of an overly inflated ego, and let me articulate myself in a way less liable to receive reproach from the pundits who I will never totally impress anyway! What I meant to say was that I've been on a level astronomically above Heart Break Gal ever since she was a white meat blue chipper rolling around with scantily clad hussies, and this same HBG who got ahead from taking this business slightly more seriously than the supermodel-gone-pro wrestler bimbos and broads who signed up for a quick fucking buck seems to have forgotten her place!!!! Years later and she matured into a much more competent young woman in the ring and managed to win herself a handful of Vixens titles, and now she thinks just because of her time and tenure in this business she's of the authority to come at The Gawd motherfucking sideways.

I'LL FUCKING TEACH HBG AND IMPACT TO COME CORRECT IF IT'S THE LAST THING I'LL DO! EVEN IF RYAN SAVAGE IS INVOLVED IN IT OR NOT, I WON'T FUCKING REST UNTIL I REMIND THEM EXACTLY WHO THE HELL I AM! I ALREADY SAID THIS ISN'T GOING TO END UNTIL I AM PHYSICALLY UNABLE -- WHICH MEANS PHYSICALLY HANDICAPPED, WHICH MEANS LITERALLY BROKEN, BONES BROKEN, MUSCLE TORN, FLESH RIPPED APART, VITAL ORGANS SHUTTING DOWN, LITERALLY DYING, WHATEVER THE FUCK IT TAKES. I'M READY AND WILLING TO FAIL! I FAILED AGAIN ON SHOWDOWN! I DIDN'T WIN ON SHOWDOWN! I WAS BEATEN ON SHOWDOWN! I CAN THROW EXCUSES AROUND UNTIL MY ARMS ARE DEAD, BUT I'M WILLING TO FACE THAT KIND OF FAILURE AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN, UNTIL I GET WHAT'S MINE!

That's what I meant by this being a recurring nightmare. Neither of us will come out of this better off. I don't plan on that whatsoever. I'm in too deep with Ryan Savage you say? But the two of you are in too deep with me. You took our titles at Pain for Pride and Ryan and I are too damn stupid to let it go. I didn't ever consider myself to be a rocket scientist or a master of physics, but as long as I'm physically able I'll keep fighting until I get back what's mine. Considering there was nothing -- absolutely nothing that Impact could do to me at Match of the Universe that I couldn't come back from, take THAT as an example and you can see how the same thing applies right now. There's nothing that Hexa Gun can do to me that I won't come back from probably because I've been subject to it all before! The Project EGO's, the House of Renegades, the Enterprise -- it's nothing new to me! Nothing ABOUT The HexaGun is original to me! It's all a fucking RE RUN, AND DO YOU REMEMBER HOW IT TURNED OUT FOR THEM!? Time really is a flat circle in that aspect, and I'll personally see to it that Hexa Gun is one-upped, and that starts with The Mercenaries having their gold RRRRRRRIPPED FROM THEIR FUCKING HANDS!!!!!! WITH NOTHING THEY COULD DO TO STOP IT! I'LL BE THE AGGRESSOR, I'LL BE THE WOLF WITH IT'S FANGS DRIVEN DEEP AND RIPPING INTO YOUR NECK AS YOUR BLOOD SEEPS OUT AND TRICKLES IN DROPLETS TO THE GROUND! AND YOU'LL SEE BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES AS THAT POMPOUS LITTLE BOBBLE-HEADED STUCK UP EGOCENTRIC COMFORT ZONE BECOME A WAR ZONE, AND THIS FALSE REALITY YOU CONFIDE INSIDE OF BECOMES A LIVING HELL! THIS FIRE AND DESIRE WITHIN ME IS FAR FROM BEING EXTINGUISHED! THERE COMES A POINT WHERE THIS BOREDOM BECOMES FRUSTRATION AND FRUSTRATION BECOMES FURY, AND I'M ITCHING TO RELEASE ALL OF THAT ON YOU! AND THIS *tap fingers*... And this boredom comes from the same thing over and over again being said, over and over and over and over again... over and over again, without an end in sight. The same slew of bullshit alibi's that the likes of Impact have been feeding the world from day one when they have no recourse from being called out for their shitty fallacies and their flawed outlooks, and have no logical response other than these bullshit semantics.... When Impact accuses me of being a dead man for "relying" on Ryan Savage when before HBG and Hexa Gun came into his life, he was a pencil-necked pixie cut having shell of a legend turned corporate shill who constantly had his authority defied by Ryan Savage and the other members of Voltage as he presided over it as the lowly General Manager. But now instead of facing his demons head on like I do, he joins forces with another once washed up legend and surrounds himself with hired guns and suddenly his set of balls become grapefruits in a burlap sack and his shaky finger pointing the blame for his setbacks on everyone else suddenly becomes an IRON FIST!!! I WILL STUFF HIS ALIBIS RIGHT BACK DOWN HIS THROAT! Because this self-assured tone taken by The Mercenaries that resonates with the masses doesn't even so much as rattle me because

It's a facade. 

It's a fucking........... joke! Hahahahaha... it's a joke. It's funny. It's hilarious. Even the most maddening, infuriating parts of life that can just bring a man to EXPLODE can equally incite laughter and bring out a chuckle when you look at them from a different light. Even in the most dire of situations can you often find humor. They say the devil is hidden in the details, but in the details also rests the Kingdom of God, and you can find eternal bliss in the same minute scenarios; just as they also say what pushes a man over the edge is not one great tragedy, but rather the accumulation of minor tragedies. And so can I find the punchline if I take these minor tragedies into account in a different kind of light.

A punchline, like how these little gnats such as The High Rollers and The Iconomy amount to pests whizzing around the heads of The Mercenaries, and angrily do The Mercenaries snap at these insects buzzing around their heads and accuse them for being embellishing, annoying, whinging little mosquito's; but in comparison The Mercenaries are no better than The Iconomy to me. We're in a match this Saturday where five teams are involved, and all JJ Silva has to do is pin Mark Michaels at the right place and the right time and HE will be the one to end the "illustrious" reign of The Mercenaries as the EAW Tag Team Champions! Hahaaaa.... see??? When you perceive such absurdity at a certain light you can almost find the humor in it all... especially since this is how life works! This isn't something that can be made up! The truth is stranger than fiction! If you keep your eyes peeled you'll find uncanny, undeniable simultaneous instances and seemingly formulaic occurrences in the world around you, and if you're REALLY good you can find them every second! That's why I take even the things that I say at a grain of salt... the only thing I can be completely sure about is that I won't be thrown off by any setbacks when I KNOW the goal I've got going forward. I know to me this match is about getting even with The Mercenaries, and I know it might not happen at House of Glass, but I know it's going to happen the same way I knew when I was in my early 20's and down on my luck and traveling the country, surviving off of raw potatoes and sleeping on cots that I'd make it here! But the Mr. DEDEDE who so many people claim to be "Prime Mr. DEDEDE" of a specific time in the past that I must have forgotten existed, who was so supposedly universally hailed to be the undisputed best without even a hint of contention -- that Mr. DEDEDE more than likely would have spoken in absolutes as if what he says is the word of God. I've wisened up from that frame of mind, and I've got a one track mind that leads directly to The Savage Ryans becoming the EAW Tag Team Champions for the second time! And you can throw The High Rollers in this match for comedy, or throw in The Iconomy for filler, but specks of dust on the track won't derail the speeding train headed to it's destination. I see my destination, and it's not as distant as The Mercenaries or any of these other sideshow acts will make it seem. It's as close and yet just as far as every other victory I've had over any other foe has ever been; and just as I have before, I will reach my destination.
Thomas Minns
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 12:44 pm by Thomas Minns
Showdown #1
Los Angeles, California
X Marks The Spot


Thomas Minns is shown walking the streets of Los Angeles, California. Specifically, he is walking on Hollywood Boulevard. He is wearing a Tom Ford, navy suit. He looks very sharp and crisp as per usual. He is also wearing some Black Ray-Ban Wayfarers and a rolex to complete the outfit. He is holding a rolled up poster in one of his hands too.

Los Angeles, the city of angels. The city of whores too, shout out Aria. People come to this city from far and wide in the search of glory. They come to fulfil their dreams and life ambitions. LA is full of thousands of aspiring actors, musicians, even professional wrestlers. They're all looking to become what they set out to be in life. They assume that they can just walk into a new city and have everything handed to them on a silver platter. Who do they think they are? An EAW Hall of Famer? People need to understand that you actually need to put in work to get somewhere in life. I know what you're all thinking. Why are you in Los Angeles? I understand your query. I am not chasing a life ambition, I am not seeking my dream. I am already at the top of my field, why would I need to come to LA? It's pretty simple, really. Like an true member of the 1 percent, I love to have a laugh at those less fortunate then myself. I can come to Los Angeles knowing that I am already the best wrestler in the entire world. There are no dreams and ambitions that I am craving out to achieve, especially not here in LA. I have already achieved my main goal of being the best of the best. I enjoy looking down on the peasants and cell dwellers that I see while I am in LA. Those waitresses who are just trying to get the money to pay for acting school, those bartenders who just want to achieve their dream of becoming a musician. Reality check, it's never going to happen. You're just chasing an unrealistic goal and you're going to be stuck at the bottom for the rest of your pathetic life. While I am in LA, I, of course had to pop by the Playboy mansion. I had to see my boy Hugh and some of my girls. They all love it when I stop by. All the girls absolutely adore me, as they should. The Playboy Bunnies remind me of the Vixens division in Elite Answers Wrestling. They're all constantly fighting over Thomas Minns. I understand it though, I am pretty irresistible. I constantly get people coming up to me in the streets. Men, Women, Children, everybody wants a picture or an autograph from Thomas Minns. Are they going to get one? Think again. Pictures with me and my autographs come at a premium, I am above you and don't you ever forget that. While all these people are out here chasing their dreams, I am already achieving mine and moving forward. I am killing legends week after week after week. First it was Kevin Devastation, I embarrassed him in every single way possible. He was humiliated, live on Showdown. He couldn't take it, he's going insane. He couldn't fathom how he, an EAW legend, managed to lose to Thomas Minns. He clearly didn't get the memo. I am the best wrestler that this industry has ever seen and that is a fact. Next up, his name is Diamond Cage. It's been a rough couple of months for poor Diamond Cage. His return is nothing sort of unspectacular, his wife is close to being murdered on life TV and he is humiliated by Thomas Minns. Nothing is really going his way is it? Finally, it was Dark Demon. I have to give Dark Demon some credit, he was far smarter than both Kevin Devastation and Diamond Cage. Dark Demon put in a contingency plan. He knew that he didn't have any chance beating me. He knew if he attacked Diamond Cage earlier in the night, Diamond Cage would come out and attack him which would lead to our match being a no contest. He knew that there was no chance that he was beating me. I'll admit it, that was pretty clever on his part. Kudos, Dark Demon. The question that we're all asking though. Who's next?

Thomas Minns unravels the poster that he has been holding in his hand for the entire time that he has been talking. The poster reveals this image.

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I see that EAW management has made a smart call this week. They evidently don't want to run out of legends. This means that I am not slaying any legends this week, soon though. This week, I will be facing a man named Troy Archello. He might not have mentioned it before, but he was once good in AWF! This one time, he actually won matches. I can claim to know Troy Archello somewhat well after I carried his ass to a victory over Kerry Keller and Ryan Daniels not too long ago. Do you remember that, Troy? We teamed together and I did everything. You just stood on the apron admiring my good work. I saw weakness in you from the beginning. As soon as I saw that we were teaming up, I knew that I was going to have to carry you. As usual, I was proven correct. That was before you became a schizophrenic freak. What happened the wannabe star Troy Archello? What happened to the poor copy of Thomas Minns? Where has he disappeared off to? You really need to stop listening to them voices in your head, Troy. Everything will be fine. Who's this weirdo that's came out the woodwork? Do you seriously believe that being this freak can benefit you in any way? Do you think it will further your career? You're too lost in the past to ever move forward in the future. You're constantly chirping on about how you were once successful in AWF, you're beginning to sound like a broken record. I wonder how many times you've talked here in EAW without mentioning AWF. I'd bet my bottom dollar that's it's a very small amount. However, you being a total freak isn't even the worst thing about you. How about we address your new, little relationship with Mitchell Street? Do you two really think that you can benefit your careers by teaming up? You're both failures individually, how can you possibly think that it will work if you team up? You two are beating rookies every week and acting like you're some immovable object. I am slaying legends week after week, get on my level. I've beaten Mitchell in a tag team match here, do you really think I can't beat you too? I think I need to address Mitchell for a second too. Hey, Mitchell. Your new man over here has stated in the past how he doesn't need anybody, do you really think that you can trust him? He has said he doesn't have any friends or allies, can't you see that there's a reason for that? It's quite obvious that Troy doesn't want to have any allies, he lives to be his own freaky self. Is that really the type of guy that you want to team with? Do you really think that's going to further your career? All that is going to happen is that Troy will teach you how to hang onto the past even better than he can. Is that what you want, Mitchell? Do you really want to be just like Troy Archello? Constantly hanging onto past glories and never moving forward in his career. How about I do you a favour, Mitchell. How about I humiliate and embarrass Troy Archello just to show you want a mistake your making. You're welcome.

Thomas Minns takes his sunglasses off and winks at the camera. He gives the poster that he was holding to a random person on the street and walks off as they look confused. The camera then fades to black.
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Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 12:44 pm by Bloody Jack
HOUSE OF GLASS PR0M0 #1
 
I remember it like it was yesterday.
 
When I first saw that House Of Glass promo video at my house all those years ago, the one that eventually called me to join this federation, I knew somehow that my destiny, my legacy dwelled within the walls of EAW.  I just didn’t know how great that destiny or legacy would be at the time!  So I find deliciously symbolic, not to mention appropriate, that I complete that destiny on the show that was the reason for my joining EAW!  The names that were on that first House Of Glass card I witnessed were some of the greatest names EAW has ever seen!  Names like Montell Smooth, RRS, Alexander Da Vince, Prince Of Phenomenal, and so many others.  I looked up at them and hoped that one day I’d be as big as them.  I have achieved that dream and more, because I’m bigger than any of those names ever dared to be!  My legacy is bigger than anyone’s from EAW because I risked it all to think bigger than anyone else in EAW who came before or who’ll come after me!  The problem is most wrestler think too narrowly.  All they want out of their career is a few championships, a couple of big name feuds, and BAM, they think they got a Hall Of Fame career.  But I wanted something better than that, not only for myself, but for all of EAW as well!  That why I set out on the mission I began last year, and it’s gone so much better than I ever could’ve imagined!  My hand has forever changed the company of Elite Answers Wrestling and the industry of wrestling!  I have written on the pages of wrestling history so completely that nothing can be done to erase the impact I’ve had this past year!  And few people have supported my reign as Chairman.  Why?  The answer is simple…because it wasn’t supposed to happen!  When I first came to EAW I was the guy they thought they could just regulate into the lowest of the lower card until I either just accepted my position or until I gave up and left.  And there were certainly plenty of guys who were in the same boat as me that did give up.  But I was stronger than them!  I fought back, I rebelled, and eventually I put myself into a position where I didn’t have to accept what I was just given anymore.  And now I have the one thing nobody else in EAW has…true freedom!  The freedom to take what I want and give what I want!  But the Board Of Directors wants to try and take that away from me.  They want to try and put me back under their thumb so that they can once again control our legacies.  Because that’s how things were done around here before me!  Only the 1% were allowed to achieve greatness, and who as in that 1% was decided by the Board!  I put wrestling back into the hands of the wrestlers, but half of this company is too blind or stupid to see that!  And since I’ve survived over year in this job despite countless attempts to undermine me, the Board has now decided to go all in!  One last hand to decide who will be the sole authority in EAW in their attempt to reestablish the status-quo!  I might actually feel threatened by their latest attempt, if they hadn’t picked for their representative someone who has already failed an entire brand!  I hope you understand what you’ve done to yourself Lucian by inserting yourself into something that was none of your business.  You lost one match at Pain For Pride.  But that lose wasn’t going to define you.  Eventually people would have forgotten about it.  You could’ve come to any of the surviving brands and had a wonderfully mediocre career.  But now it’ll be the epitaph of your legacy!  Now you’ll be forever known as the man who failed EAW…TWICE!!!  Twice people will have looked to you to save them, and twice you will have let them down!  But don’t feel too bad about it, because you’re not the hero in this scenario…I AM!!!  What have you done for this company?  What have you done for the wrestling business?  What great changes have you enacted?  NOTHING!!!  I’m the one who saved EAW from its own corruption!  I’m like Green Arrow or Batman.  The only reason people hate me is because either they’re in the pockets of those who want me gone, or they don’t understand anything!  But like all true heroes, I stand strong in the face of adversity.  Who are you compared to me?!?!  Everything you have, all the opportunities you’ve been given, all the minor accolades you managed to achieve, those only happened because I paved the way for thankless little ingrates like yourself!  If it weren’t for me, you’d be wrestling inside of an old abandoned barn somewhere for some rinky-dink, nothing federation!  The EAW I survived would’ve eaten you up and spitted you like you were nothing!  But I made this a place where guys like you could find a career.  But do I get any thanks?!?!  Nooooooo!  I get guys like yourself, who are nothing but a bunch of children asking for more, more, more!!!  Well I’m finally sick of it!  I think it’s time I make it official and let everyone know who the sole authority in EAW really is!  And I’ll have you to thank for that Lucian!  Your below average abilities as a wrestler will be what ultimately cause me to ascend to an even higher throne.  Perhaps I can pay you back with a tribute of some kind in my New EAW?  Maybe I can even allow you to return to EAW…as my personal assistant?  Or maybe your reward will be the knowledge in knowing that your defeat had a positive outcome.  That all the red tape, the bureaucracy, and the bullshit will finally end.  I will be the one and only power in EAW, and all decisions will be in my hands!  Then, after that, I’ll be coming after Dynasty again!  As a roster member, I’ll be able to rip you all down from the inside out!  I’ll eventually become Dynasty World Heavyweight Champion, and at that point, I will cease to be a Chairman and a champion.  I’ll have become something more!
 

I will be…God!  
Stephanie Matsuda
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 20th 2015, 12:14 am by Stephanie Matsuda
Battleground Promo 2

"Mucha Lucha"

Berwyn, Illinois

(The Berwyn Eagles Club. Cloud is engaged in a collar and elbow tie-up with masked sensation Star Lady. Renowned wrestler and trainer Sara Raye is standing ringside, watching the sparring session. Gaining a bit of leverage, Cloud whips Star to the ropes who rebounds with a hurricarana. Cloud rolls along the mat, surprised by her opponent's quickness. J. Cole's 'In The Morning' is playing at a low volume in the background.)





Sara: Get up Cloud! She's not gonna leave you be!

(Cloud rolls out the way, barely avoiding a standing moonsault. Climbing to her feet, she delivers a high double stomp to Star's midsection. She follows up with a single leg lock, which Star rolls out of. Cloud whips her to the corner, and follows up with a yakuza kick. Star ducks and hops on Cloud's shoulder for a rana, but Matsuda counters with a powerbomb.)

Sara: There you go! Overpower her! Counter the lucha libre with power moves!

(Cloud locks in a Boston Crab, forcing Star to reach for the ropes. Using all of her strength, Cloud drags her opponent to the center and sits on her lower back to apply more pressure. In mere moments,  Star starts tapping. The ref calls for the bell. Cloud breaks the hold, and helps Lady Star to her feet and warmly embraces her.)

Sara: Five minutes! Good work Cloud!

Cloud: Thanks! (Climbs out of the ring and grabs a towel) Do you think I'm ready for Serena Ji?

Sara: You are. Just stay on the defensive and hit her with power moves. Don't try to out maneuver her. She's one of the few people on that roster who's actually faster than you.

Cloud: (nods) Right (Drinks from a sports bottle). I should finish her with a package piledriver. That's usually a set up for the Cloud 9 coup de grace though. 

Sara: Limit your high flying this time around unless if you're confident you've slowed her down.

(Cloud nods and hears a Power Rangers ringtone. She picks up her vibrating phone from the bench and answers.)

Cloud: Hello?

Lauryn: Heeeey Cloud!

Cloud: (laughs) Hey girl! How are you?

Lauryn: I'm fine! I'm using mommy's phone while she naps!

Cloud: (walking away from Sara) How is she?

Lauryn: She's fine. She's just tired from fighting with Serenity. We caught her in the house with a boy! They were kissing on the couch! Yuck!

Cloud: (laughs) You're gonna change your tune one of these days with boys. Where's Serenity now?

Lauryn: Don't know. She ran off a few hours ago.

Cloud: Have her call me when she gets back. By the way, how did it go with the doctors?

Lauryn: They say I'm getting better but I need more tests.

Cloud: (sighs in relief) Good to know. Listen, I'm training right now but I promise to call you tonight, okay?

Lauryn: Okies! Just wanted to say hi!

Cloud: Okay sweetie. You take care. Bye! (Hangs up and turns to Sara)

Sara: You look like a great weight's been lifted off your shoulders.

Cloud: You could say that.

Sara: Well it's about to get heavier. The EAW site just posted that you have a match on Showdown against Cailin Dillon and Maria Gonzales.

Cloud: Shit. 

Sara: Don't worry. We'll focus on one match at a time. Stay in Berwyn longer. After Serena, we'll train for the triple threat.

Cloud: (nods) Right.

Sara: Five minute break and then get that sweet ass back in the ring!

Cloud: (salutes) Yes ma'am! (Walks off to the restroom)

To be continued... (For Showdown)


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Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 19th 2015, 11:52 pm by Guest
Showdown #1
"Anti"

The scene begins with an overview look of a local shelter. It’s a two story building that looks tattered and old. The view fades to an image of an old cafeteria. The cafeteria is white as men of various ages are sitting on tables eating their dinner. The camera shifts to a view of the feeding line where men are carrying their trays waiting to be served. Eris LeCava is shown with a grin on her face, scooping mashed potatoes from the container onto several plates. She has a badge attached to her apron that says “VOLUNTEER” as she hands trays away. While no one is looking, Eris grabs a little scrap of notebook paper from her pocket and places it to each tray. After several minutes, an annoyed, young man walks up to the counter.
 
Man: Excuse me? I found this paper next to my potatoes.
 
Eris: Oh… uh… (Eris gets closer to the man and lowers her voice.) What did the note say?
 
Man: Man, I don’t know! I had three little damn papers next to my coleslaw! I almost choked on that damn thing! But I opened one of them and it said some shit about specials.
 
Eris: Right… You know what that meant, right?
 
Man: Uh… No?
 
Eris: It means you are the chosen one!
 
Man: The hell you talking about?
 
Eris: I put those little notes on random plates to see who would get it or better yet who would actually open it and you’re the one!
 
Man: Girl, you’re just like those McDonald workers trying to put their mixtapes in happy meals. I don’t care about whatever you preaching about.
 
Eris: (Eris walks around the counter and takes off her apron.) Great comparison, but not just quite. I read in an article in the deep web that this tactic is preferable to use when you’re trying to find your one true love. That is, after you sprinkled the page with voodoo spray. It’s this concoction that consists of Rabbit hai—
 
Man: Eugh!  Why you trying to find the love of ya life in a god damn shelter?
 
Eris: Oh, no, no, no! I already have the love of my life in my life! She’s just home, pampering herself like the little diva that she is. (A flash back shows action figure “HBG” sitting in front of a mirror with a stale piece of bread on the side.) Oh, such a queen! Anyway, I did this because it also said that the person who would eventually find the said piece of paper would be significant person in your life. So, let’s sit down. (Eris wipes off a nearby table and sits down as the man slowly and warily sits down next to her. ) So, let’s begin with your name!
 
Man: Tom.
 
Eris: Okay! TOM! Ummm, what do you do for a living?
 
Tom: I rob liquor stores. (He says with a stern look on his face.)
 
Eris: Oh, well, we all have our hobbies, don’t we? Anyway, I want you here because I really want us to be rivals.
 
Tom: Wait, what? Rivals? I don’t even know you!
 
Eris: That is a reoccurring theme, isn’t it? I don’t know you, therefore we can be rivals. I mean, Haruna said that Cailin was her rival even though they’ve never really shared any sort of battle amongst one another. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything – pfft, nope! I mean, it’s not like Cailin and I put one of the best Vixens matches to date, or – or we had great chemistry in the ring. Haruna deserves to be in the spotlight and all the credit because she’s a fan favorite or something. Although, I wouldn’t really get my hopes up for the gal, she’s dropped the ball before, lord knows there’s a great possibility of that happening again. I just don’t get it, Tom. I’ve wrestled in the ring and put my all to every match even if I feel like complete shit, yet I’m the first vixen people will easily forget about. During the tournament, Haruna wasn’t feeling so hot so she kind of quit, however she still gets praise and recognition. Why?  And it’s not like I’m trying to talk down to her, either. I’ve decided to change my ways for the better, but I’m also a very frank person. These are all facts that I’m laying out and it’s not something I forged out of my ass. It’s unfair and most importantly unneeded.
 
Tom: Ya know, I have no idea as to what the fuck you’re talking about, but maybe you get easily forgotten because you don’t make yourself stand out amongst the rest.
 
Eris: You have a very good point, Tom. I am just another crazy wrestler who needs a few screws to be tightened here and there. The only way I can get the recognition and praise that I deserve is by doing something remarkable, something legendary, something… different. The Vixens championship has been a prestigious belt that USED to be my goal for a very long time. As a child, I had my own Paper Mache Vixens title belt that I paraded around the neighborhood. As a teen, I fantasized about being in the ring after a hell of a match, getting the pin and being crowned as the new Vixens champion. Now, everything has changed. I refuse to be a part of a division that acts like a damn cult – especially looking at the “leader” of the bunch. I once was proud about calling myself a Vixen, but that has long passed. I am not a Vixen, I am WRESTLER. With this new title, I can venture away from that status and venture off into my own. I won’t be the Vixen’s champion but soon enough I’ll be the SPECIALIST champion. It has more honor, value and prestige than the Vixens championship ever had. This new wave of Vixens have made an impact on Elite Answers Wrestling. We are offered new opportunities and I’ll be damned if I let it slip away. Not Lumen or Haruna can stop me from obtaining my goal. They are nothing in my eyes. I am a compassionate person, as you can tell as I am sitting here in the shelter, putting aside my busy schedule to serve those less fortunate. Although, in that ring I’m going to see my opponents as rabid pigs that got out of their pen. It’s going to be my job to tie those two, filthy, grimy pigs down so they know their place. This is my opportunity to FINALLY be the first female wrestler in everyone’s minds. Forget Maddie, Aria, Maria, Lumen or Haruna – Eris LeCava is about to make one of the biggest moves in EAW history as the first Specialist champion…
 
Tom: Wait, so do those little papers have any significance to this conversation?
 
Eris: Not really.
 
Tom: Okay… I’m just gonna walk away…
 

Tom walks away as a sad Eris LeCava watches as the image fades to black. 
『zakkii』
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 19th 2015, 11:32 am by 『zakkii』
OOC Note: This is the joint promo written by myself and yours truly, @Cailin Dillon for our respective matches.




The scene opens in a training room as we can see Haruna Sakazaki is training in there. She does rope-skipping and looks unstoppable with it. Haruna is more focused than ever for her upcoming title match next week. Cailin Dillon enters the scene, walking by Haruna and stoppig to watch. She smirks and shakes her head, dropping her arms to her side.

Cailin Dillon: Looks like someone has their mind on that specialist title.

Haruna quickly turns her head and see Cailin standing there beside her, not realizing how long she’d been there.

Haruna Sakazaki: Oh, hi Cailin….. well, I just…. how are you?

Cailin Dillon: Ah, I’m fine. Just soaking all of this in. I can’t remember the last time I saw you in here. Yet, here you are working your tail off. I can’t say I understand why… you really think you can with that scramble? I mean, look at the competitors.

Haruna suddenly put her chin down after she said that. She then turns her body away from Cailin as she replies.

Haruna Sakazaki: At least, I’m doing what I should do. I know, those competitors are really tough. But I don’t want to lose against them without a fight. That is…. That is something I can only do to rebuild my pride. I’m sick of this failed efforts, Cai! People starting to forget me and I don’t expect I’ve been easily forgotten like this. I don’t want to see myself like that. Even…. even I am unable to rebuild it. At least I’m trying.

Cailin shakes her head as she crosses her arms and raises a brow to what Haruna is saying. She steps over to lean against a weights machine and looks down over her.

Cailin Dillon: I just can’t understand something about you. When we have a match, you get so excited. Like you’re coming out to play in the Super Bowl or something. Like it’s the biggest match you’ve had in months. Why are you toiling so much over the way things are going lately? It’s just a few matches and everybody slumps. This specialist match is a big opportunity. Even if I’m going to be the one that wins it. Maybe I’ll even give you a chance to fight me for it.

Haruna Sakazaki: The moment when I face you in that ring, I feel something different with that match. That feeling, I only let that out when I meet a worthy opponent. No, Cai! It’s not about winning or losing. It’s about how I enjoy that match so much. You see people are doing anything to win their match, even have to make their hands dirty. I’m not like that… and I believe you are not like that too. I just feel like we can make our names being remembered by those people. I never feel this way again since….. I have no rival anymore.

Cailin Dillon: *laughs* Well, I wouldn’t say I haven’t gotten my hands dirty lately. I tried pretty hard to win that match against Hexa-gun. And as a lumberjack this last week I kicked JJ Silva right in the groin. God that felt amazing, though. But me, I have no rival in the Vixens Division. All my beef right now is with Iconomy and the way they started to treat me. I just go out there every night and treat every opponent the same. Whether you’ve been here a week and 10 years, I’m going to get in the ring with you and try to beat you.

Haruna slowly chuckles as she then leans against another weight machine next to Cailin.

Haruna Sakazaki: But at least you have someone to beef on. I have to admit, your entire battle with Hexa-gun and your internal problem with your own stable really catch their attention. They are starting to get to know you and even love you for that. It’s good for you and I’m so happy to see it. It’s just like….

Haruna pauses.

Cailin Dillon: just like what?

Haruna sighs as she continues.

Haruna Sakazaki: ….I wish I was in your position. I mean, I was there when I am still on a roll but. Somehow, I can’t find it anymore. I feel a little envy to you and your popularity right now. But at the same time, I am blessed. I have someone that could be an inspiration to me again. I’m trying to find someone like you but it didn’t work. I promise that I will raise my name again and I won’t lose to you or to those new vixens out there. I try my best to keep up with you all.

Cailin again raises a brow and looks over at Haruna.

Cailin Dillon: Woah, woah, woah. Don’t promise me you won’t lose to me. I’ve already lost to you twice and, honestly, I’m going to be gunning for you a little in that scramble match. But first, I’ve got to worry about this surprise triple threat match this week. I saw they gave you one, too. But I get to go against Maria, again, and then I’ll face Cloud Matsuda for the first time. I guess they wanted to put the majoirty of the scramble participants together and see who flexes their abilties the most. Maybe give the oddsmakers something to work with. Too bad they didn’t put us together, because I’d surely show you the last two were flukes. I mean, I didn’t take the first one serious and toyed with you the whole match. The last time we were both eliminated from that tournament and I had a lot of other things going on.

Haruna Sakazaki: Flukes, you said? No, I’m not sure that matches were not a fluke. If it’s not, then why are you so hard to beat? I believe you give your best to fight me and I will be so disappointed if you don’t.

Haruna stops her weight lifting and turns her body at Cailin.

Haruna Sakazaki: I’ll prove it to you right now. Let’s go to that empty ring over there and I’ll show you that I really beat you for good!

Cailin shakes her head and laughs. She glances to the ring and then looks back at Haruna.

Cailin Dillon: See? There’s that fighting spirit again. And all over me. If any other girl on this roster was standing here and talking to you like this, can you really say you would challenge them to a fight? Yet here I am standing here in short excercise shorts and a tank top and you want me to throw all caution into the wind and fight you. Because for some reason I make your blood pump faster. It’s the funniest thing. But… I don’t really think I’ll be climbing in that ring without right now. I’m cooling down from my workout and I’m about to go home and watch my last match a little bit, see what Maria did. And, watch this Cloud girl a little bit. She impressive. I think she might be the most active person on twitter of anyone in EAW. You have a tough match, too. None of those girls even make you get excited for a match? Lumen Gray is easily one of my favorite newcomers, and Eris is tough as nails.

Haruna Sakazaki: Well, umm…. yes. I aware that both of them are really a serious business as of late. They really get my attention as, you know…. I lost against Miss Eris LeCava at that tournament because I can’t focused on that match. My unstable emotion conquered me again and I can’t with that mixed-up emotion. That’s why this is my redemption, I’m trying to repay for inability to fight Miss LeCava with all I’ve got. She is tough, but I believe I can beat her and makes her think that I am not the one who can mess with. and….. as for Miss Lumen Gray, I really don’t know much about her. Once I know that she’s also a formidable opponent. She’s good at intimidating her opponent with her fake photoshop graphic and convince the people that she is a real deal. But none of her tricks won’t get me at all. I will prove it to all the competitors that I am not the one who can get easily underestimated.

Haruna then takes a deep sigh and shakes her head as she continues.

Haruna Sakazaki: You know, the reason why I want to challenge you to fight is…. Because you are my rival, at least for myself. Since Tarah is gone, I have nothing to do anymore. My pride left buried with her. Without her, How could I rebuild my pride? The only other way to do it is finding an opponent as great as her. I see you are the one. Not Eris, Not Lumen, Not even Cameron. It’s you, Cai! That’s why I don’t want to play around when I step my foot in that ring with you. I will be serious to fight you… there’s nothing more fun and enjoyable to see myself kick my rival in her butt. I want to show you that I’m always serious to fight you and I want you to give my best too when you meet me in that ring. Once we meet again, I promise to beat you, the one who thinks the greatest threat in my path, again and again. Then nothing will look at me as a joke anymore. That is the only way to rebuild my pride by beating and destroying you. Please be serious when you fight me again, and promise me that you will win that triple threat match so nobody can stop us in that Scramble Match. Once we are dominating them all, then the Scramble Match is just for you and me. I will win and I’ll make sure I’m going to beat you up for good just like our two match we passed.

Cailin listens to each word she says and digests them carefully. She lets silence hang in the air between them before she pushes herself off the weight bench and comes nose to nose with Haruna, furrowing her brow and narrowing her eyes.

Cailin Dillon: You talk about me each and everytime like you’re gonna walk into that ring and just kick my ass. You say these things to my face like I’ll just listen and take it and not care. You wanna think you can just kick my ass? You’ll find out how hard it is this time around. This week I’ll take care of that triple threat match and then next week I will take care of you. And when you’re standing on the outside of the ring, wallowing in the pain of another loss, another missed opportunity with a title, I will hold the Specialist Championship high and I will look right down at you. We will meet eye-to-eye and you will know that I am indeed the biggest threat you your path to success in EAW. Maybe you’ve been around longer than most of the girls around here, but you’re dealing with a hungrier group of Vixens than this place has seen in some time. I want that title, so I’m going to take it. I want to beat you, so I’m going to do it. You want to come at me, I will make sure you leave that match thinking I am truly your rival. I will make you leave that match thinking you will never, ever, beat me again.

Haruna lets out an intimidating smirk on her face, looking at Cailin straight into her eyes.

Haruna Sakazaki: Oh, you think so? Go ahead, give your best shot and show me you really are my worthy rival on that Triple Threat Match, because you know what, I hope you watch my match too and see that your threat is not Heart Break Gal, not Madison or Maria, it’s me! The dragon has been sleeping for long long time and now you wake her up. This little girl that you might be thinking as a failure since the beginning of your career here has now arisen into the most deadly opponent that you’ve ever met for the rest of your career. Lumen Gray and Eris LeCava is just an example of how I always take my match seriously to show my rival how dangerous I am. Watch me, you’ll not seeing the same Haruna in that ring next Saturday. And I hope you’ll learn something that you are messing around with the right person if you want to inflict more pain to your limbs.

Haruna pauses as we see the intense look in both Haruna and Cailin’s eyes.

Haruna Sakazaki: …..but for that……

Haruna then smiles and quickly gives Cailin a tight hug while Cailin is confused of what’s going on.

Haruna Sakazaki: Thank you, Cai! Thank you for awakening my spirit again. I’ve been misguided in this dark path and nobody help me to survive this…. until you come. I’ve been trapped for so long and now I’m ready to show the world that I am ready to spread my fire in that ring again. I won’t disappoint you and I won’t disappoint them no longer. I promise that I will give my best. And for that, really, words cannot express my gratitude to you.

Cailin breaks the hug and shoves herself back from Haruna, staring at her and shaking her head.

Cailin Dillon: You can be a weird little girl some times, you know that? No matter. You take whatever you want from talking to me. None of that’s going to matter when it comes down to fighting in the ring again. I let you have your two wins over me and for whatever strange reason, I motivate you even more every time we meet. I don’t know what it is about me that lights this strange fire inside of you and makes you want to kick my ass one minute and hug me the next. But don’t let yourself think I’ve never taken you seriously. I’ve toyed with you once and fought you in a bad mindset another time. This time will be the most important match we’ve ever had and I will not let you use me as the reason to win this match. I wish you luck in this week’s match because you need it. You really do. Eris is tough enough. But Lumen, too… I’ll see you next week, Haruna.

Cailin turns away from Haruna and starts to walk away as Haruna smiles while looking at Cailin.

Haruna Sakazaki: I will, Cai! I will win this thing! As for now, let’s go win that triple threat match together. I know you can do it.


Haruna draws a smile again on her face as the scene goes fade to black.


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Carson Ramsay
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 19th 2015, 10:59 am by Carson Ramsay
BATTLEGROUND FINALE:

[The scene opens outside an arena, as long lines of people can be seen formed in front of the ticket booths. The camera would slowly back away and as a result, the noises would die down. The movement of the camera would eventually be disturbed by a recognizable voice belonging to Carson Ramsay, who can be seen afterwards leaning on the outside fence.]

Ladies and gentlemen, FEAST your eyes on this sight. Behind me lies a selection of no less than 12 thousand men and women of all ages, all oh so eager to buy their ticket and go watch their favorite EAW Elitists lock horns and do battle. You can sense the excitement in the air, and this is a live event that, sadly for them, I won't attend mind you; so just imagine what the atmosphere would be like if I did. Matter of fact now that I think about it, you don't have to because such monumental event is bound to take place sooner than you'd expect. I'll get to more of that later though, because right now I feel like joining the festivities. And guess what, YOU are coming along. So, vamonos!

[Carson would end his words with an awkward grin before signaling to the camera to follow him as he heads towards the arena. Upon arriving close to the crowded outside area, he spots an EAW Trademarked merchandise stand so he decides to visit. Not even bothering to make eye contact with the man in charge of selling the merch, Carson digs both of his claws into mountain of t-shirts, hoodies, hats and so on.]

Man: Can I help you?

CR: ....

CR: Look at this pile of shit. Why would someone pay to wear these? Unless you have a death wish, in which case I'd understand but still there are far better ways to go than THIS. I mean, look at the designs; they're so old fashioned and dull, they almost make the 80s forgivable. Haha, and check this out!

[Carson snatches a purple t-shirt that has the face of an EAW Elitist on the back, as he bursts out laughing.]

CR: HAHAHAHAHAHA...This...This can't....can't be happeni...ng..HAHAHAHAHAHAH...HA..HA..H..Holy shit, I can't breathe...

[Ramsay gasps as the man at the counter remains still in confusion. Carson would then take a couple of minutes to refrain from his chuckles before continuing.]

CR: Why the HELL, would anyone, put this ugly mug on the ENTIRE back of a shirt? And why the hell anyone buy it? Seriously, I don't understand the logic of people. It's just-

[Carson's words suddenly get interrupted by him spotting out a familiar object.]

CR: Ohhhhohoho, wait a minute!

Man: Sir, can I-

CR: You can shut the fuck up, that you can.

[The man apparently does what he's told, instantly sealing his lips as Ramsay leans forward grasping a black mask, similar to Ecks' signature mask..Too similar.]

CR: Well, look at what the cat brought home. 

I never liked masks to be honest, they always oozed with shadiness for me, like the man behind it is hiding something and he's too scared to confront everyone else with it. And for a guy like yours truly who lives to worship the seeds of truth and honesty, that doesn't sit well with me. But see, I don't just dislike masks, I abhor their existence and the people cowering behind them. And I'm not talking about this piece of plastic crap, this isn't a mask. This is a poor representation of a mask that is only allowed to exist because of its materialistic benefits. The true essence of the mask lies within the person you see in the mirror everyday. BECAUSE PEOPLE, WE ARE ALL BORN WITH MASKS ATTACHED TO OUR FACES. Let that sink in as I try to illustrate. See, we are all brought into this world with certain beliefs and certain things that are predetermined by the environment in which we were born, for us to live with. That's the first bit of the mask slowly taking shape. If we choose to live under that kind of structure, we've already masked our right of freedom. If we don't however, and we choose to rebel against the system instead, which I'm still proud of doing to this very day, we're faced with new challenges where failing one would eventually mask a certain aspect of your existence. Let's take a real life example of a failure, say, in my masked Battleground opponent - both figuratively and literally - Mister Ecks. Ecks, or should I say Ryan, claims that him wearing a mask was originally inspired by seeing other people do it. But I strongly believe, he wears the mask for a far bigger reason. One would suggest that it's a quote unquote bad thing that he once committed or still is as we speak as well, seeing that he has yet to reveal it. I sure don't expect him to any time soon, and quite frankly I couldn't care less. I am not wasting my time digging up someone's past wrongdoings, especially someone of Ecks' "level". I just had a brief moment of curiosity that needed to be satisfied and mission well accomplished. 

So with that in mind, Ecks, I would firmly suggest you making a good use of these final hours before our showdown because if you're as half cunning and smart as you portray yourself to be, you'd understand the very probable possibility of these hours being your last in this place. Trust me when I say that I won't hold back on getting you stretched out of the arena and out of EAW FOR...

[Carson starts tearing the mask in half]

GOOD.

[Ramsay throws the torn up mask under his feet before walking on it and out of the scene as the camera fades to black] 
ThePizzaBoy
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 19th 2015, 9:55 am by ThePizzaBoy
Showdown 10/25 Promo 1

The camera phases through the wall of a hotel,intruding into the Pizza Boy's room, where he sits at bedside in a pair of striped pajamas, resembling a mental patient with his bare feet dangling off of the bed's edge.  He opens the bedside night stand and pulls out a bible.  He looks at it with alien eyes, before flipping through it like a speed reader, shuffling the gold lined pages with his thumb, before closing it and placing it on his lap.]/b\

PB: These things used to come standard to every hotel room in hopes that some ill-gotten soul would find salvation in the pages of Gideon's interpretation of the good book.  People without honor, or sobriety, or a home that wasn't a street corner.  It was there to guide them, like some divine, serendipitous gift to be retrieved by them, left for them, containing words to save them and them alone.  It's a nice gesture in a desperate place to throw someone a spiritual life preserver.

The Pizza Boy takes the Bible off of his lap and places it next to him on the bed.  He covers it with his bedspread, as if tucking in a child, or hiding something secretive or shameful.  He pats it, smoothing the sheets around it's form, before leaving his hand on top of it.

PB: I heard a few years back that a hotel in the UK replaced it with "50 Shades of Grey."

The Pizza Boy lifts his head, smiling cynically into the camera.

PB: It's kind of funny, isn't it? I mean, not in a ha-ha way, but in a way that makes you scratch your head.  Now when beggars, whores, street urchin reach for the word of god, they'll find lewd Stephanie Meyer fan fic to further feed their perversion, dig that hole a little deeper in their soul, and further take away their humanity by giving them what they want instead of what they need.  That's you, Samurai.  You're a copy of pitiful prose taking the place of something noble and uplifting.  I ask for friendship and respect from a locker room of a locker room of people I look up to, admire, and fear, and when I reach my hand out to grasp some enlightenment from men and women who deserve to treat me like dirt, but instead treat me like a peer coming to them for advice, I get you.  Smut, a lie, an archetype of a loving and respectful relationship mutilated by selfish indulgence and abuse.  And if that's not 50 Shades of Grey, then I don't know what is.  And like this literary pop culture phenomenon, in a few more months people will laugh about your short impact.  Even like 50 S.o.G, your title is a lie.  Samurai? You have no honor.  Heck, I'm not even sure you're Mexican.  I've never heard you speak Spanish.  I've never seen anything that represents you embracing either culture that you so claim to worship in moniker.  You're just a giant, cheap shooting, lie of a man.  Me? I say what I am.  I'm a Pizza Boy.  Even now, I go out sometimes in the truck and fling a few pies and distribute them to the people.  I'm no wrestler, but I'm also no victim.  So that's why I give you this gift of a fight.  To show you that your respect means nothing to me.  I'll do whatever it takes to get you out of my hair, even if it means ripping a few out to pull free of your cold, stiff, dead hand when we're done fighting like cats and dogs in an alley. In truth, that's where we belong.  You, a master at jumping people and me, an un-wrestler as you so delicately put it.  Like your literary counterpart, I'm giving us both what we need to end this.  I'm digging that pit a little deeper inside of me as you too sink to new lows, and I'll keep digging alongside of you until one of us gets in too deep and the walls fall in on us and that pit becomes our self-made grave.  Maybe we'll both fall victim.  Maybe it's in our nature to destroy one another, maybe neither of us represents a book of sacred blood and truth in this matter.  Maybe I'm as bad as you.  Maybe I'm...I don't know? "The Host?" It makes sense considering everyone looks down on us, maybe even more so than HexaGun. We've become the untouchables at the bottom of the pyramid of the locker room caste system.  Me because I am an abomination to wrestling, you're not the only one with that opinion, but I'm trying to get better, and you because you have zero respect or morality.  I've been made to destroy you, and you me, like book sales splitting and dwindling long enough for something with a bit more substance and goodness in it to distract away from our collective ignorance.  I guess that makes Jamie O'Hara "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo".  I don't know, the analogy has lost all meaning at this point to be honest, but my point is that we're meant to wipe one another off of the face of the roster so that people who deserve it get more attention instead of half the crowd buying into our drama and picking me of all people as some sort of hapless half-shift hero.  I don't deserve their accolades, their sympathy, or their hero worship for taking you off the map and disappearing with you.  

PB uncovers the bible and holds it up to the light.  It's gold leafed title glints and reflects off of his starry eyed face.

PB: Or maybe there's still hope for my salvation not being put to bed.  Either way, I hope you're as noble a samurai as you claim to be, because you'll be falling on your blade very soon.  And it'll be with or without my help.

The camera fades to black as PB starts reading 
Scott Oasis
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 17th 2015, 10:27 pm by Scott Oasis
Did you see what I did!?

Did you see what I did to Hades The Hellraiser!? Did you see what I did to Devan Dubian!? I warned you all what would happen if I were to be crossed, the hell to expect should I be screwed over again, but Ashten Cross just did not want to listen! I tried to play ball, I tried to wait for my turn and roll with the punches but you can only watch people get opportunities for so long before you snap! Especially when you know deep down that you are better than all of them! Hades and El Landerson have no place in a match for the Answers World Title number one contendership! Landerson hasn’t even won a match in about three months, in what way is he worthy of this match? Then again, I guess that makes it easier for the result to be fixed! You have to have your pet project get his championship match or else he’ll be upset, isn’t that right,  Ashten? It pisses me off to see undeserving people get handed the world, I see people with guaranteed contracts, people with a different title shot every month, people who don’t have to put in any real work for most of their careers while I’ve had to work my whole life to have even be CONSIDERED as a roster member here. If that is how this business works, why try to play fair? Why not take what you deserve? I laid out Hades and Devan to show the world that I am ready and will not be denied my place in the main event any longer! Hades can act as angry as he wants, at the end of the day he knows just as well as I do that I am right in what I say. Hades represents every single one of those people who have cut in front of me, the people who were the reason I was passed over time and time again!

And as for you, Devan Devan……..you are just as bad as him. You allow this to happen by continuing to accept these meager opponents! When I look at a man like Devan Dubian, I don’t see a great champion or this self proclaimed amazing wrestler, I see someone who has built his title reign on beating a bunch of tomato cans, you haven’t truly been tested or pushed to your limits like you should have. It’s about time you went face to face with a true threat and last week I made sure you did. I came in and annihilated you in order to make a statement ; you can’t face these scrubs and then walk around acting as if you’re a legitimate champion, you must go against the best of the best and at this point I think it’s safe to say I am in that group.

Now yes, you have faced me before and things did not go as I had hoped. I was a fool and decided to underestimate you. I treated the match as if it were going to be a breeze. You were dealing with a much lazier, undisciplined Scott Oasis. As I rewatch our matches I realize how substantially I’ve grown since then. I see the problems with my performances and can’t help but to feel embarassed. The failure to think out my plans, the little mistakes I made, I gave you too big of an opening to capitalize and it has now given you leverage to question how much of challenge I will be against you this Sunday on Voltage. I’m still kicking myself over my glaring flaws at the time but they don’t define me as a performer now. What you didn’t put into consideration is how much time has passed and what I have been through these past few months. I have done plenty of growing leading up to this match. I’ve main evented one of our company’s biggest events in history, represented EAW in facing Dynasty Wrestling’s finest and have piled up legend after legend on top of my win column, I’m not some young gun fighting for the Interwire strap anymore, I have true world championship aspirations and valid reasoning for me to stake my claim to that championship.

You tried to pick apart my argument regarding me defeating all of your pay per view opponents by defaulting to our encounters in the past but those interactions have nothing to do with the point I was trying to make. What you were supposed to get out of my argument was the question of the fact that if we were meant to believe those guys were able to dethrone you as the top dog on Voltage, why exactly can’t I? By using your logic, you had no real merit in your former title chase either. I mean, you lost to Starr Stan back when you first started out. Anyone could have dismissed you that match, but do you remember what happened afterward? You got better and defeated him at Pain For Pride, for the championship you’re holding! Don’t you see what I’m getting at here? Elitists are meant to adapt and better themselves, what makes a man is his ability to get up after being knocked down! You knocked me down Dubian and I do not just plan on getting up afterward, I’m ready to respond with a blow of my own! You’re no longer going to have to worry about me messing with your momentum because come tomorrow it will be flat out non existent!
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Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 17th 2015, 9:55 pm by -
 Showdown Promo #2

Retaliation





Keep it clean? DeDeDe, I’m sorry but you’ve come to the wrong guy at this point. This match is beyond personal to me when it comes to Hexagun. It’s like I said before, if anyone gets our way, we’ll destroy them. Now we’ve had our matches in the past so you know just as well as I do that both sides will fight to the bitter end before we accept defeat. The Savage Ryans and The Iconomy are at one win apiece considering we beat Ryan over there with ease and we will not go down to you again. We’ve already beaten half of The Savage Ryans and it seems like now we’ll have to go ahead and take out the other. You’re headed down a dark path and it seems you’re just too ignorant to realize it. The Iconomy isn’t a joke you try to make us out to be and it seems like you’ve chosen to learn that the hard way. We’re better than both of you, as if that was ever even a question. Now with that aside I think it’s come to mind that The Iconomy has Showdowns match in the palm of our hands. The other Hexagun guys out with us doesn’t have a prayer and stopping us from doing whatever it is that we want to do. Now I don’t take to kindly to threats so you might want to watch exactly what you say to us, DeDeDe. You see, this was solely about Hexagun but it seems as if the two of you want to relight old flames here. Make no mistake, The Iconomy wants Hexagun more than anything right now.. but that doesn’t mean we won’t take a second back to beat down the two bitter old men who are attempting to slow us down. I love the talk that you try to shove down newer talents throat as if it is suppose to scare them. You know what? I’m sure that does work on newer talent, but not The Iconomy. We knew when we first joined forces we’d be dealing with guys such as yourself and we came prepared for that. DeDeDe, I can’t look you in the eyes without my stomach turning. I’ve very well expressed my opinions on your past leadership of EAW so there is no need to dive back into that, instead we’ll just pick up where we left off. I remember you told me “EAW is on a destructive cycle and until they learn from their past, the cycle will forever repeat itself.” As time went on, I’ve seen that cycle. I’ve watched it rotate and rotate and I can’t believe I hadn’t seen it before. I still disagree with you though, DeDeDe. You blame the people in EAW and say “it cannot be stopped.” It’s guys like you that are a nuisance in EAW. Learn from your failures and own up to them. Accept it and don’t stop fighting no matter what. That’s where you failed; you stayed down because you were to weak to get back up. I’m sure you’ll come back at me with the same thing you said last time but face the facts! You weren’t good enough. Your incompetence is the reason why you’ll never be achieve something of that caliber. I bet that stings but just because you couldn’t doesn’t mean we can’t. Don’t step in our way, if you’re too weak to finish what you’ve started.


Ryan, believe it or not you and I are much alike. Neither of us will stop at nothing to conquer whatever lies in our path is probably our greatest thing in common. However, the only noticeable difference is that I have to have my boys around me to achieve something. Your history speaks for itself but it’s very clear that without DeDeDe it’s back to the early card with you. You’ve fallen to The Iconomy once without him so you know at first hand what we can do. Out of everyone on Dynasty I think when you talk, it’s the funniest.. you’re literally just talking out of your ass and praying for DeDeDe to handle the rest. I won’t take away from your aggressive wrestling style, it’s definitely effective, but anyone can see you’re arguably the most incomplete elitist in the entirety of EAW. Ryan, I’ll butt heads with you and not feel any concern at all because I know pound for pound I can take you 3x past your limit. Trust me when I say we’ll feel no remorse for giving you the beating of a lifetime if you step in our way of getting our hands on Hexagun.


Now you guys come to us telling us not to get in your way? Last time I check you two had a title match last month and lost. You’re old news so how about you step out of our way. I’m not exactly sure who you think you are but The Iconomy will do whatever we want, when we want to do it. The Iconomy will not answer to guys like you because to be honest, it’s not worth our time. The two of you are just hanging on by a thread just pulling with you entire force to keep up on still being considered a prime source of talent. It’s no secret you two are nearing the end of your “prime” but there is no use in holding on if you can’t get the job done. The Savage Ryans isn’t such a problem to The Iconomy, in fact, Each member of The Iconomy as individuals will go on to be way better than the two of you ever imagined. You may put an imaginary ceiling over your heads but we won’t live in that excuse. We’ve taken a road that DeDeDe himself once took, we’ll just take the ball further than he was ever capable of. Say what you want but you cannot deny skill, The Iconomy will accomplish the goals we’ve set out for ourselves. We’ll take that cycle and permanently end it, but the only way to do that.. is to stop those who try to reclaim the throne. Hexagun is the ones in this scenario. Others may not see it, but we do. The Iconomy will not sit back and watch this company become the dictatorship that they are trying to create. We’ll take them out, and then we’ll set forth of the real threats that are the head of this company. That is what we're about. We’re a united front and we will not fall like so many in the past have. Even the great Roman Empire has fallen, so can the corrupted head of EAW. The Iconomy are the warriors, and we will conquer E…..A….W!


Divided We Stand, United We Conquer!


*Fades to black.*   
Angela Salveti
Re: EAW Promoz! (Part 5 - Locked for posting...)
Post October 17th 2015, 9:37 pm by Angela Salveti
Voltage Promo


Have you ever got that feeling that people are treating you like some sort of foot note. You rise to an occasion but I did say I was going to let the Empress of Elite performance that I gave go. But I finished second in my block that is one point under Aria whom now has a chance for the belt against the very woman she beat in the tournament. Meanwhile here I am having to face some no name as a pre show head liner. You want to know something? I am so over niceness and kindness and the positive attitude that I have been toting around for awhile now. I get that people are expecting me to just get up and leave and walk out on the match. Maybe leave the company for a bit and come back as if I was never here. The fact of the matter that is not how this is going to work. I busted my ass in a tournament and took on some of the best that there was to offer. Now I am getting ready for a match in some piss poor locker room doing a pre show match for nothing. A name that doesn't even bring up anything positive or hasn't been seen before. Yet here I am, like I am supposed to appreciate even being booked.

I am sorry to say this, wait no I am not and management may not like it but they can kiss my lovely Hispanic ass for all I care. I will do the match only because it is a chance to decimate a no name. I doubt this woman that I face has anything to prove I mean when someone is new you can't even dig up a lot of dirt on them. They are a spec of nothingness, a sham of an opponent. That is what the company has offered me it is like here have a nothing match that means nothing and win nothing. That is a load of BS if you ask me. I have to face Leia Nirvana which sounds like the name of a female Kurt Cobain, as if she wants to dwindle her mind to the highs of weed and travel back in time. I admit Kurt was one of the better artist we lost since he was so young but this bitch has the audacity to have a name that symbolizes someone so memorable when she is nothing?

With her that name seems less about paying tribute it is just a name to ride off like oh this chick has that name she is probably pretty mellow maybe she likes the band or maybe her parents were into meditation but wait if she is trying to find Nirvana why fight? That is the ignorance that you will get with a name like that you are nothing more than a marketable piece of meat with a tag like that name. You need to earn your keep and make yourself known. But the fact that you haven't even been booked til now maybe could be a part of that or maybe you weren't worth anyone’s time at all. I can say this much I didn't join the company to be some Bimbo's opening match brawl. I am the real deal of a competitor and there is better people on this hierarchy that can respect my talent. This Nirvana chick is in all honesty harassing my mellow as is the person handling the booking. I am not an opener I am beyond such a trivial set up as this. Do you really think this is where I want to be when I have given the fight of my very being recently? The honest answer is no! I deserve better than to be beating the hell out of Nirvana. She means nothing to me. So I messed up like Michigan did in the game earlier in the day they failed a the end and tried. But me I am one person who can seek redemption while that was an entire team that lost. I mean if there is anyone that can take on an entire football team maybe Nirvana will be better suited for that than lacing up a pair of wrestling boots to get into the ring with me.

But you know what this will give me a chance to do despite not wanting to be some random opening match. It will give me a chance to help clean up the community by taking the trash and putting it out like I am going to do with Leia Nirvana. See I am a part time model again and that is one thing I've always promoted and that is to clean up the streets. You see I grew up on a street that had scraps of metal, trash, and junk lying around all the time. It wasn't a normal day if one didn't cut their foot open or something else happened. So I will be much obliged to remove one Vixen who isn't pulling her wait like the rest. I will take my stand and rise above the issue of where I am booked because between me and Leia one of us has to step up and be the better bitch and I can be one mean bitch. Leia you will be my example, my little notice that I don't get booked on the pre-show. Decimating you will make my night happier it will make everything okay for a little while. Everyone needs to pay attention because I am done playing the cute act of being the girl who came back from the ashes. I want more than just some starting spot on a show after showing what I can do. There is women like Aria, Madison, Tarah, HBG, and others that sit upon higher notice and the thing is I have been here since last December. I won't be swept under the rug. I am putting certain women on notice that Ariana Lopez. The True Blood or whatever I want to call myself is back for the long haul. This Bitch don't back down and this Bitch is ready to smack the taste out of Leia's mouth so fast her lips may fly off to find an ass to kiss just to never be booked against me again!
 

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