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Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 3rd 2016, 3:46 pm by **Bhris Elite**

Merek when I told to say you're worst I really didn't mean it as say stupid shit I meant say something that's going to upset me or something among those lines. However if it wasn't obvious to everyone else Merek didn't understand that when I told him to say his worst he really did... I mean come on really a joke about Brooklyn I mean at least it's something new but still. We believe we are owed something? Please Merek you're whole back round reminds me of Pokemon if Ash was a bastard child who no one loved. Listen I'm not like the average person from Brooklyn I had both parents they both had good jobs and wrestling wasn't my only way out the hood. Wrestling wasn't my only way to make it out and I don't know if you can say the same man. I mean wrestling is probably the only thing you are "Skilled" in and somehow you got a EAW contract but then again with guys like Lucas Johnson, Mark Michaels and the list goes on of many people who shouldn't have been hired. However you were and now you think you got what it takes to hang with me.

Hell you think you got what it takes to wipe me off you're boot like scum. You even tried to compare me to Rex whatever his name is. I don't care what he learned last week because I was there to see it. I didn't catch the replay on EAW Network and it's simply because I don't have too. Thing is me and him aren't the same people we are much different. People know who the fuck I am and I don't know If I can say that about you or him. Also let's not act like if I didn't already squash those insults about me not accomplishing anything that you weren't going to use them. I only remind you of a child because you can't be as cocky as I am. You only think I'm a child because I am being myself while everything you do or say is straight out of some god damn television show. Pretty much like most of the people in EAW. Anyone who acts like themselves here are frowned upon in EAW. While people like you are held to such a high standard. I just don't get it it's not my fault I'm a cocky son of a bitch and likes to talk a lot it's what I do. I much rather have that then here words out of a movie put them together and make a name and backstory out of it. Merek just like you weren't wanted by you're parents after I'm done with you won't be wanted by Showdown. So go ahead use more threats you'll never live up to keep telling everyone you'll somehow have me on my knees is agony. Tell everyone you will pour gasoline on me and watch me burn. While you do that I will sit back and laugh burn a cigar and watch the love of you're life or the girl of you're dreams on her knees. Merek I am not going to tell you I am going to tell you you I'll have you on you're knees begging me to stop. I am not going to say I am going to kill you on Showdown because that's corny and it probably won't happen. I can tell you this though I will beat you and after I connect with the Box Office Smash or one of my finishers my hand will be raised in victory. While you're laid out looking up at me in defeat and in pain. Then you'll see just how Elite I am. Then you'll see that I put put that I am the E in EAW hell I'm the A in EAW I'm even the W in EAW. I am Gods Given Greatness and well for some unknown reason not even you're parents can figure out you were just sadly given. Let's see who really knows their place after Showdown.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 3rd 2016, 3:45 pm by Guest

Voltage promo #1

The camera opens at a leisurely pace. It instantly hits that this is a pre-recorded video. Sheridan should be in Minnesota as she is battling Alexis on Battleground and going toe-to-toe with Madison a few days later on Voltage. The video, nevertheless, is broadcasting from Peru, from Machu Picchu to be specific. An advantage of working for a big American wrestling promotion was definitely the publicity; although Sheridan didn't use social media, her signing for EAW had been a large story back in Germany. Signing for EAW put Sheridan on the map in the funny world that is professional wrestling. She was earning almost double what she was in Europe, where she every now and again would compete within cult sized promotions. In Germany she could barely earn a living, now, however, she could get trips and flights all over the world, and EAW would cover the expenses. It was a good life. The camera is shooting upon the semi-ancient ruins of the Incan city. A little known fact about Sheridan was she adored culture, she was a very warm person when it came to historical aspects of the world, and tradition. She liked landmarks, she liked learning about religions and people and wars. It very much so reflected her in-ring style, Sheridan would never get herself disqualified intentionally. She liked to submit her opponents, or pin them. It seemed that in America, unsurprisingly, the vixens of EAW were cheap, dirty-handed sluts. Within a month of her career she had been rolled up, slammed about with chairs, and had her tag team partner stranded away from her. Her fellow roster would rather gain social media followers than put on a good match. Sheridan, to an extent, sympathized with the fans who had paid good money to watch EAW. It was bad enough Sheridan was on the card, but they had to witness the atrocity which was Madison squaring with Tarah. What a bore. Sheridan played about with the camera some. She zoomed in on certain areas of Machu Picchu, Sheridan of course had high ground. She liked aesthetically pleasing things. Much like herself, Machu Picchu was surely that. It was a wonderful place to be. After re-focusing the camera, her hands tilted the lens to a degree, so it was focusing her delightfully exquisite self, and not the equally as magnificent site which she had been soaking in an hour or so before picking up the camera. After a brief roll of the neck, Sheridan composed herself before so brazenly stating.

'' Your poem sucked. '' She paused, she sighed, she spoke. '' If you applied yourself in your matches instead of writing shit like this and bragging like a child maybe you wouldn't have to rely on dirty, cheap tactics to get yourself a so-called victory? Please, whilst I very much so do not care about your victory at King Of Elite, outright stating you won when you needed a chair to do so ruins and tarnishes your point. Your so called victory; which isn't a victory as you lost by disqualification you airhead, reflects you as a person. Cheap. Dirty. You beat some pale-faced wannabe leader and believe you're the second coming of the Ghostbusters? How about after I beat you on Voltage you come backstage. I'll give you some cookies and a pat on the head for winning a match. You call me a newbie, yet spend the whole of your promo talking about the past. It seems I am in a division which is incapable of putting on a good show without tables, chairs and under-handed tactics being involved. As well as being in a locker room who would much rather talk about their past than their future. Listen, if you want to loud-mouth about beating Casper the friendly ghost instead of focusing on me that's fine. However, you should be well assembled for when I drag your hair extensions out, drag you to the mat and submit you. Your incomprehension of proper wrestling will be your downfall to me. I am Sheridan Müller. I have the brains of Einstein, the looks of Heidi Klum and the skill of Ludwig van Beethoven. I pride myself on German efficiency. I excel at what I do, I am a perfectionist. I am the best thing in this god awful, American brainwashed promotion. Eventually, real wrestling will be restored to the Vixens division. The only thing I ask of you Madison, if you can comprehend my words in your seemingly non-existent brain, is don't get yourself disqualified when you apprehend you took me lightly. Hölle, you'll probably take a few days to figure that one out anyhow. ''

Sheridan seemed to stop. She disliked speaking in English tongue for long periods of time, English wasn't her first language so she couldn't go lengths and bounds without having a little ponder. Something Madison wasn't capable of due to her inefficient brain capacity. She licked her lips and pouted, squinting her eyes and cocking a brow. The blonde liked to fidget whilst she thought. It didn't seem to distract her much, and made her seem more genuine when she spoke. Her breaths were barely picked up on the camera, which had been rolling for a good five or six minutes up to this point. Her hand jolted to a rise, only stopping briefly before she began to adjust her hair, combing her platinum strands with the sharpness of her inch-long fingernails. She took another breath, chest slowly ascending against her t-shirt, before falling once more. After watching the rest of King Of Elite despite Madison's lacklustre match, she had been impressed with Lannister, she had even considered sending a basket of real German food. She turned the camera back to Machu Picchu, speaking somewhat softly. '' Anyhow, I better soak the rest of this up. See you at voltage, Maddy. And remember, over-confidence killed the whore. ''

(Apologies for not promoing for Battleground @ Alexis. Charger broke and only came today. Good luck either-way.)

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 3rd 2016, 2:56 pm by **Cailin Dillon**

DyNasty #2

Cailin sighs as she shoots a couple texts to Cloud, knowing she’s probably going to get those same answers that have come the last few days. She worried. That was only natural, right. She pulled her laptop open and clicked through a few websites, reading over the war of words that was beginning between Cloud and Haruna. It was a strange place for her to be. She knew it was a matter of time before she became a part of it. Cailin turns as her door opens and her step sister BreAnna walks in.

BreAnna: You heard from her yet? Or you just sitting there like a bump on a log and all mopey and shit.

Cailin: I’m not mopey at all, bitch. I’m just wondering what the hell is going on to be honest. I know Cloud is dealing with some stuff and this is all that’s on her mind. But talking to Aria… you worry this will just consume her. I remember the way I let that first match against Claudia just absolutely sink me. I let it get to my head and it was hard to recover for a few weeks there. I mean I had that big opportunity and I missed it. Now I see this chick sort of challenging me. This Rey Shamez…

BreAnna: Oh Kendra’s cousin?

Cailin: You know about her?

BreAnna: Well, everyone knows Kendra. And some people know she has a cousin. This girl is like a miniature you in a way.

Cailin: Yeah… I sort of picked up on that. She reminds me a little bit of me when I first got here. A little different though. Actually, she’s kind of promising everyone she’s gonna shock the world when she faces me. That’s how I felt when I faced the Heart Break Gal and some of Hexa-gun in that tag match. I was going to shock everyone by being this girl that sort of welcomed HBG to the new age of Vixens and upset her. But there was a leap, a resounding face into the corner and I was rolled up on my back. One, two, three… finished. What an awful match looking back now. I could have been so much better than that to be honest. But now the situation is reversed in a way. I’m sitting here, the Specialist Champion, and this girl plans on making me look like a fool. I can’t blame her for having so much confidence. But I don’t think she understands just how confident I am right now.

BreAnna: Oh is that right? You’re feeling it right now, aren’t you?

Cailin: I’ve never felt better than I do right now. I just retained the title in an absolutely brutal fight. I made sure Veena Adams didn’t forget about it. And I reminded my friend Aria that I’m fighting at a level that’s hard to match right now. That’s what I don’t think some of these other Vixens understand. I’m not just standing here and preaching how I’m fighting my ass off and winning matches. I’m backing it up. You don’t see me over here shoving the ‘best in the world’ mantra into anyone’s face. I might not be the most talented or strongest or fastest Vixen EAW has ever seen. But I win matches win hard work, pure will, heart, determination and a refusal to lose. There are so many girls that just want this to come easy. They think it will side right into their laps and then they’ll never lose. I don’t know if Rey is one of those girls or not, but we all get humbled, especially early on. The thing about being a champion here is it’s a great honor. You should never abuse it or take it for granted. Now that I have this title, I’ve only fought harder each time I’ve defended it. And that spirit has carried over into every non-title match. It’s not as if I’ve never given it my all since I started on this run back in October, but every time I go out I just keep getting better and better. But someone like Rey, she’s loaded with confidence that what she’s got is abundantly better than mine. That’s where the humbling will come from. I will never lay down and let anyone beat me. If someone wants to win, they’ll have to beat it out of me.

BreAnna: Well, it’s not as if you’re invincible. I mean, someone could beat you. It’s not improbable.

Cailin: This is EAW, so anything is possible. The impossible is nothing here. Someone can go from the best streak in the world to a devastating loss in a heartbeat. But these are matches that I want badly right now. I’m not looking too far ahead, but I know if I keep taking care of business, keep showing that I am one of the toughest competitors this division has seen in awhile, I know there’s a huge opportunity for me just out on the horizon. How does Specialist and Vixens Champion sound, huh Bre? But that’s not my focus right now. First, it’s about Rey Shamez. I’m going to take care of business this Friday at DyNasty. And then I’m going get right back to training to get ready to defend the Specialist title against whoever wins the match on Battleground. Another two people who will be fighting for their first-ever title shot. I’m sure they’ll need to look no further than me for inspiration there. In my first one-on-one title shot, I won. It happens, but not as often as it could. I hope girls like Rey, when they see what I’ve achieved in this division in a short time, I hope that fuels them to be better. I welcome these challenges. I savor the fact that someone looks at a match against me and thinks that’s a chance to shock the world. When I showed up here in July that was a train of thought I just don’t think you would have expected. But I remain humble, you know? If someone ever deems me the best in the world, it’s not going to be because I decided that. It’s going to be because I proved it with what I did in the ring. I’m really not all that into the labels. They can call me what they want and say anything they feel, because at the end of the day, my resume in this company is going to be what does all the talking. My work will do the talking for me.

BreAnna: You never change Cailin Dillon. Never change.

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I know you have grand plans to shock everyone, Rey, but I want you to understand that I can’t just step aside and let that happen. It’s just not in my makeup. I wish you nothing but the best when you’re facing anyone else, but I’m not ready to sit idly by and watch other Vixens just take a step past me, or use me as some sort of ladder to the top. You know who did that, Haruna. Before she lost her damn mind. Haruna made the kind of mistakes I hope a Vixen like you never will. She made the kinds that I never will. I’m not just content with where I’m at. I’m reaching for more and I mean to keep going ahead and keep getting better. I’m not into taking a step back so you can take a step forward. That’s why when you step in the ring with me, you’re not going to get a casual veteran who’s taking it easy. I don’t take weeks off. Your match with me is as important as my title match at Battleground was last week. I want to win, and I want to keep my momentum moving full steam ahead. It’s not as if I have some personal vendetta against you. It’s all business, and this is a business I’ve been really good at. Especially lately. I feel like so many of the Vixens here have this view of me like I’m fake. Some of you just don’t but the heart and determination bit you hear from me. You think I’m making it up? It will all change after we step into the ring together. I don’t want you to change your tune, Rey. Come in here ready to shock the whole world. But don’t be shocked when your dream comes up short. Don’t be shocked when I beat you.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 3rd 2016, 12:57 pm by **『zakkii』**

Dear diary....

It looks like I already become Vixen Division's public enemy... Nobody like and nobody support my action at King of Elite after I left Cloud unconscious in her title match, costing her.... maybe her only opportunity to capture the Vixens Title. Why? I did what I think it was right for me but now seems the locker room are losing their head after I put my thought into action. Where are you people when I am on the downfall on my career? Where are you when I am struggling to climb the top and need your help while you people seems not to care about me. And now why you people seems like a moral police and goes attacking me and thinking that I was not doing a right thing? Why are you suddenly care about everything I have done? Yes, You suddenly care about me and all I've done because I know what I've done is the right thing to raise myself to the top and threaten your position. Or maybe, You people seems disappointed because Cloud failed to capture the vixens title so you will have a weak champion to quickly dethroned by each and everyone of you. Oh God, the Vixens Division is surely going downhill, huh?

But I don't care.... I don't care about everything they are going to say about me. All they want is to have a real smooth pathway on top of the mountain so they are always expecting an easy way to get there. They think I'm that easy obstacle.... So when they see I'm doing this, they are in complete shock because Haruna is no longer accepting her bad luck. Haruna is no longer humbly recieving any mockery throwing at myself anymore. Yes, I am giving them a warning that I am not the ordinary weak girl that they can easily put aside. I might be look like I can't do anything right, but I take a great part to rebuild this division. They might not care about what I've done to the division. That's why.... That's why I can't stay like this forever. I have to give each and everyone of them a warning that I am the worthy challenger for their own pathway. I can flip them over one by one, they just don't see it coming.

Starting this week, I'm going to show them how dangerous I am if they keeps messing around with my every kindness I give to the division. Instead of chances and opportunities that somehow they forgot to give grattitude, this time I will bring a destruction to everyone who oppose me. Starting with this miss Vanessa Holiday. She is also one of them who keeps going a distance at me after the vicious attack at King of Elite. Also, The people needs an explanation about what I've done to Cloud at King of Elite. If they still need an explanation. I will humbly explain to them in a brief steps to make the people understand about how hard being Haruna and how they want to get out of this downfall and not staying around at the division, thinking that the place is just fine. I will explain it in my match against Vanessa Holiday so I hope they are watching this match very closely.

Sincerely yours,

Haruna Sakazaki.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 3rd 2016, 9:01 am by **Azumi Goto**

My first match on Dynasty Wrestling and what do I get? Veena Adams and Silence in a tag team match. Veena, I mean this from the bottom my heart I don't care about your uncle DEDEDE is and what kind of lineage you come from and the company's expectations of you. I could care less about what your uncle's hope are for you and i could care less about your uncle in general. I only care about who you are as a wrestler. Are worth giving a hundred percent in this match because in my opinion you just got here because of the fact that your uncle is DEDEDE. You're part of this pampered group of wrestler who got here because of their family lineage. Trained by the finest of trainers, you think you all that makes you great. Have you ever traveled around the world for this business? No! Have you ever gave up your basic lifestyle for business? No! That's the difference between me and you, it just plain simple. Once you learn the hardship of the wrestler’s life that's when you'll be able stand in front of me and be able to beat me. Go around this locker room, all the important Vixens gave their life for this business. That the difference between your kind of wrestlers and my kind of wrestlers.

On the other hand your partner is a little different, she went through these hardship and I know what she capable of. Silence and Kyra, you two really destructive whether it be alone or together but I know what bring there is always a plan when it come to handling giants. Silence & Kyra, you are threatening but everything has a weakness, like your partner's arrogance. Let me make this point simple as possible. Kyra’s role to keep Silence in check to make sure she doesn’t get carried away while Silence’s role is there to give Kyra strength. But the simple fact is that me and my partner are winning this match.

I’m winning this match and I would like my partner to bring her hundred percent in this match and I know Erica will in this match. Erica, you seem to be after something important and that redemption while I'm looking for the opportunity to climb this mountain of a division
Once I'm done with this match I'm going to be aiming a little higher and look forward to my future,I'll be the that will revolutionized the world of women's wrestling and you can keep that in mind. By the way I'm sure the hype of the Vixen Cup is pretty huge, I wonder if I should take part in this tournament?

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 3rd 2016, 2:22 am by **showster26**

Dynasty Promo #3

PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:

("Fancy" by Iggy Azalea plays in the background)

Announcer: "It's the Shout-Out Show, and here's your host, Pitcre Perfect Mark Michaels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Michaels strolls into the shot dressed sharply in his Hugo Boss 'Skubic' Style Sweater, tucked into his black 'Maine' style jeans. The ensamble is pulled together by his black suede Ferrigamo Driver Loafers, his Gold rimmed Gucci Aviator sunglasses, and his million dollar grin.

Michaels: "Welcome my dear followers, to the hottest worldwide trending talk show across all social media, welcome to the Shot-Out Show! Now this week all of EAW is experiencing the fallout from the King Of The Elite. I swear this show had it all, twist, turns, excitement, and even a few W.T.F moments thrown in for good measure. So in case you've been hiding under a rock this past week, we've got all the news that you need to know, so let get to it."

*An Image of Eclipse Diemos pops in over Michaels shoulder

Michaels: "The world was shocked this weekend, when Eclipse Diemos not only won the right to be a last minute sub in the final match of the King of The Elite Tournament, but would go on to defeat both Aren Mstislav, and that perennial disappointment Lucian Black. Need less to say, many people took to social media with complaints about how Diemos was allow to get a second shot at becoming king, when I was completely overlooked. I mean seriously, how can you shove Dynasty's Brightest Burning Star to the side, in favor of a freak like Diemos."

*The image of Diemos is replaced with the King Of The Elite logo.

Michaels: "In other news, after four long months of begging, pleading, and whining, Rheagar finally got his shot at the National Elite Championship. And then he got his good for nothing, Greek ass handed to him. Ditto for Carlos Rosso, well except for the Greek part, I think anyways. Oh and Lannister got to know what it's like to be a Smore, en route to becoming the new EAW Champion. We here at the shout out show would like to congratulate the winners, as well as remind them, that their just lucky that they didn't have to face me."

*The image again changes, this time to one of Evan Stark.

Michaels: "But now we turn to the future. This Friday night to be specific. Because ion that night, Live on Dynasty's Trendsetting tour of Asia, all of my followers in the Beijing National Indoor Stadium, doesn't that just roll off the tongue, will get to see me in person for the very first time. There's not a doubt in my mind that 90,000 of my followers will be rising up out of their seats, and screaming my name at the top of their lungs. Meanwhile my opponent Evan Stark, will be having second thoughts, about his second thoughts about making pro wrestling his choice of career. That's right Evan, you best not even bother to bring your ass to Dynasty this week, because if you do I'm going to ram my boot so far up it, that you'll be spitting up leather for a month.

In just a few days Evan, you will step into the ring with the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a of boots. The Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram icon, the Hashtag hero, whose hard work has earned him an army of fans eat, sleep, and breathe his every pic, and status update. Yes This Friday Night, you get to go one on one with the Destiny of Dynasty, the EAW's brightest burning star, and the Undisputed champion of all Social Media. But hey look at the bright side, after I'm done with you, your bruised and battered face will be trending world wide, so go ahead and Picture That!"

WITH THAT THE VIDEO FADES TO BLACK.

Dynasty Promo #1: VS. Kevin Hunter February 3rd 2016, 2:03 am by **Uncharted**

The light of an early New York City morning sinks through the blinds, illuminating the den of a brownstone on the south end of Brooklyn. Outside, gluttonous knolls of week-old snow blanket the curbside and the boughs of trees. Inside, a suitcase rests in the spill of sunlight. It bloats, as though the seams holding it together are about to give. Dustin Brasch stands out of reach of the sun, his arms wrapped tightly around his wife, Monica. Her exotically-dyed hair flows over his wrists and down her back like a river in motion. Her embrace around his waist tightens, and she muffles a whisper into his chest.

"You're going to be so great," Monica promises, a tear escaping her eye and rolling slowly down her cheek. "This is everything that you've been training for. You're going to be so, so great." She buries her face in his shirt again. Dustin smiles, encouraged by his lover's support.

"Thanks, baby." He leans down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"It's just going to suck," she explained, laying her chin on his chest to look up at him. "Why do you have to go all the way to Bejing?" Monica pouted. Dustin chuckles for a moment, but resorts to a shrug as a response.

"Just bad timing, I guess. But don't worry, baby," Brasch reassures. "I'll be back in no time at all, with gold. A lot of gold." He jokes, brimming with confidence. He manages to evoke a giggle from his wife.

"I hate you!" She says, playfully smacking his chest. "I'm sad! Don't joke with me!" Monica demands, smiling. Dustin responds with a hearty laugh.

"What should I do, then?" He asks. "Just let you be sad and pouty?"

"Yes!" She exclaims. The two burst into hysterical laughter, mutually brightened by each other's company. The tension closes in on them, though, encircling them in bittersweet pressure.

"I know that we're trying to avoid this," He begins, uneasy. "But I really should get going." Dustin admits, the reluctance clear as day upon the creases of his face.

"You're right." Monica hugs him tighter. "I hate when you're right."

"Me too, baby," Dustin says, his fingertips exploring the riverbank of her hair. "Me too."

The two depart from one another, sealing their unfortunate good-bye with a kiss. Dustin hoists his luggage out of the living room, and as he steps out onto the sidewalk, the fragile framework which keeps his city neatly in check, he can feel the melting away of his vulnerability, the re-adoption of the impassive armor with which he faces the world. He continues over the mounds of graying snow, approaching an idling limousine.

            The door at the rear end of the limousine swings open as he approaches, and Dustin plops himself down on the cool leather seat. To his left, there's a man with thinning gray hair, his skin sagging slightly due to the trying effects of time. He's clad in a finely-pressed black suit, unlike Dustin, who's dressed in an old, well-worn flannel, beneath a soft, light grey zip-up hoodie. The older man, a representative of Elite Answers Wrestling, with whom Dustin had just recently signed, begins to speak in a withered, raspy voice.

            "It's good to see you up so early," He began. "We do understand that the flight strains your regular schedule."

            The Bay Ridge native's eyes lazily slide towards the window, gazing upon the rowhouses as they dissolved to blurred colors. He nodded, acknowledging the words of his counterpart, as he reflected on the daily routine he'd become accustomed to - sleeping in late and working independent promotions around the city at night. The corporate representative stammered a bit, caught off-card by Brasch's minimal responsiveness.

            "I, uh, I hate to put you to work within a couple minutes of meeting you for the first time face-to-face, but my supervisor told me that, uh, I should try to get a few words from you about your first match. You know, they like to hear wrestlers hype up the competition and whatnot. They especially appreciate, uh, confidence."

            Dustin turned his head with a half-assed disregard, as though he had just woken up to begrudging news. His pearlescent eyes were riddled with contempt, and the older man did not miss that particular detail.

            "You don't seem to, uhm, you don't seem to have any confidence issues." He joked, forcing himself to chuckle. Brasch, on the other hand, does not.

            "Why would I?" Dustin questioned, monotonously sarcastic. "I don't know if your supervisor, or anyone in your sweltering office, realizes just what your corporation acquired by signing me." He stated, leaning forward in his seat, resting his hands upon his thighs. "If, for even a second, anyone in your business meetings expressed concerns about my self-confidence, they must not have done their homework." Dustin scowled at the man beside him, his expression twitching for only a moment as he inhaled.

            "Look, I don't know if you're a wrestling man, or a talking head collecting a paycheck, but I'll have you know this: If there's anything about Dustin Brasch that should make someone worry... If there's any aspect of my person that should make your three-piece set shrivel up and die, it should not be whether or not I believe in myself. No, what should scare you is that we're seated in the same space and breathing the same air, because frankly, it isn't safe for you. When I walk into a room, whether it's stepping foot in the ring, walking through the curtain into the bowl of an area, or whether it's the rear end of an airport shuttle, that room becomes a gorilla enclosure, and it would be best for you to tread lightly and not to prod the animal. Capiche?"

            Beads of sweat accentuate the contours of the older man's face, disproportionately communicating the gripping, visceral fear that has overcome him. Dustin notes that the damage has been done, and leans back, letting the weight of his head fall upon the admittedly comfortable leather headrest. He peers out the window to his right again, the silhouette of John F. Kennedy International Airport sitting on the horizon. His lips curl into a deceitful smirk, and he leans forward, towards the suit again.

            "Of course, you still want a quote about my match, don't you?" Dustin asks rhetorically. "Well, quote this. Unlike Kevin Hunter and the rest of the talentless hacks that infest Elite Answers Wrestling, - and yes, they are talentless hacks - I don't need to depend on any overly exaggerated gimmicks or bold-faced lies to convince my audience that I'm just as tough as my words make me out to be. You know why that is? It's because when you stand in that ring and present yourself to the people as exactly what you are, there's no need for persuasion anymore. When the lights are on me, there are no more questions about what or who I am. I exist there in time and space, and it terrifies everyone else and there's no need to explain why."

            "Unlike Kevin Hunter, I don't need a stack of overly-edgy monikers, like 'Dark Rider' or 'Dark Chaos' to instill a semblance of fear in my opponents. I don't have any need or any use for clichéd nicknames. My fighting speaks for itself. Unlike Kevin Hunter, I don't need to play up the fact that I ride motorcycles, or the idea that I'm going to leave a trail of bones or bathe in blood. I don't need gimmicks. I don't need imagery. I am the gimmick and I am the imagery, and if you want to know what I bring to the table, all you need to do is take a good, long look."

            "Kevin Hunter, unfortunately, is from New York, too. If we're going to speak in terms that we can both understand, he's nothing more to me than a train delay, while I'm headed to Madison Square Garden. He's nothing more than Atlantic Avenue, and I am eminent domain, and I will build my Barclays Center. In the scope of my career, my impending legend, Kevin Hunter is ultimately, and blissfully, irrelevant. When I inevitably claim my first World Championship, you'll remember the words I'm saying right now, and any memories of Kevin Hunter's state of being will be completely absent."

            At the height of tension, the limousine eases to a stop. Dustin glances over his right shoulder, to the International Terminal. He turns back towards the suit, and clasps his fingers around the handle of his luggage.

            "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch."

(Video fades in of footage of the front of Rey Shamez' house in Portland, Oregon. She exits the house and greets the camera and begins speaking.)

Rey Shamez: I have quite the week ahead of me. I have another tag team match. And I also have a very big opportunity as I go against the Specialist Champion, Cailin Dillon. It is already my third week here in EAW and I already have one of the greatest opportunities of my career as I lock up against the Specialist champion. But frankly this isn't about her. I have to deal with this tag team match first before I am able to go against Cailin.

(Rey locks her front door begins walking down the street, she takes a sip from a bottle of tea, and begins talking once more.)

Rey: In this tag team matchup I go against Erica Ford and Raven Lee. And frankly, to me at least, it comes across as if they have given up. It seems as if they don't care about wrestling in EAW anymore. They barely ever show up to shows. And frankly I don't mind. Both of their personalities are extremely toxic. Their negativity sickens me and it is a constant annoyance to me. This Raven Lee, sure she claims to have this horrible upbringing but that doesn't give her an excuse to act in this sort of manner. She uses all of her negative feelings that she claims to have and uses the Vixens division as retribution for her parents leaving you. I find this horribly disrespectful. Sadly I don't think Raven understands that injuring people is going to bring your parents back to you. In fact, I think that it will just drive them away more. Then this guy friend she had who died who got her into wrestling? What kind of back story is that. I don't buy it. You're not the Batman. Judging by your negative personality he probably faked his death to get away from you. Sadly both of these Vixens I face this week embody this whole trope that continues to plague this division. They think that it is cool and edgy to be this horrible person and to be this terrible role model for each and every girl that looks up to us. When you act like this emo person who pretends to cut themselves, and would pretend to need surgery to get out of a match because and gets sick pleasure from putting other people into the hospital. Just sit down and think about the type of message you send towards little girls. You make them think that its okay to act in this sort of deplorable manner. You sicken me. You are a fucking stain on this Vixens division. How about instead of trying to damage this division by trying to destroy it from the inside, you should be trying to breath life into it. In my opinion that would be a much better homage to your dead boyfriend instead of trying to destroy the sport he loves. Judging by your personality, you probably wouldn't do it anyway. Because you claim to use these sort of events in your life as motivation. But if you truly did exactly what you claim to be you wouldn't be acting like this cancer on this glorious division.

(Rey finally arrives at her destination and pauses to wait for the arriving MAX Train.)

Rey: Thankfully her partner isn't the degenerate that Raven is. Erica Ford is a much more respectable woman. She understand the errors of her ways in the past and seeks redemption for what she has done. I really respect Erica. I really do. She understands how the weaknesses she showed came across and is trying to not them control her anymore. Erica seeks redemption. That shows maturity. And I am here to help her on her road to redemption. In this tag team match she is going to have the opportunity to showcase her skills against one of the best up and coming Vixens in this division. However, though try as she might, she has been on the shelf much too long. I predict that her ring rust will come into play in this match. She hasn't wrestled too much over the past couple of months. She's going into this match against me, and how I do in fact respect her. But this doesn't mean that I am going to go easy on her. Because just as much as she is trying to redeem herself. I am trying to prove and reconfirm that I am one of the best young talents in this company. And just as the same opportunity I am giving Erica, she is also allowing me the same sort of opportunity. I am going to put on a clinic against her and her Hot Topic friend. I am confident enough in my talents that I will be able to wrestle circle around her. It will be interesting as well, me and Erica aren't so different. We're both trying to showcase our skills in this match and we have the same sort of hard hitting wrestling style. But frankly, she won't be able to psyche me out. I'm confident that I will be able to continue my success. And sadly Erica's partner is going to hold her back a fairly large amount. Hopefully Erica can learn how to get over that and allow her to bring me her best in this match. I want Erica at her 100% and I hope that Raven the degenerate doesn't hold Erica back. Because I want a full and healthy Erica Ford so I can show everyone just how damn good I am. And I thank Erica for allowing me this opportunity.

(As the MAX Train arrives Rey gets on the train and turns around to say a couple final words.)

Rey: And after I get through Erica and Raven, I have Cailin Dillon on Dynasty. And I'm going to shock the god damn world. Just you see. But I will touch on that later.

(Rey gets on the MAX Train and the video fades to black as the train door closes.)

Running out of Second Chances

(Erica sits alone in an empty gym dressed in a pair of black shorts and sports bra, sweat dripping down her body. Her hands are bandaged and bloody from her training as well as her knees.)

It's unfortunate how things went against Serena Ji. I thought that I was going to be able to go to the ring and fight fairly against her but unfortunately, something else took over once I got to the ring. It wasn't fear of the opponent. I respect her a great deal but I am not afraid of her. Bravery has come a long way for me since the time I first arrived in EAW. I have stood up to any and every Vixen i have faced without fear.

Why would I go back to my underhanded tactics then? What would keep the next step in my personal evolution from being achieved?

A simple lack of discipline.

(Erica raises up her bloodied knuckles, now looking directly into the camera as she continues to speak.)

For the last few days, I have been working to relieve myself of this fear. I think now more than ever EAW and the Vixens in the locker room are skeptical of the changes that I have undergone. Some even speculate that I would turn my back on Raven Lee, my partner for this match that's to be contested on Battleground. Vanessa and Rey are two opponents that I frankly know very little about. They are new to this game and while I'm not it's most capable player I understand all the rules and all the requirements necessary to win it.

While I understand that a win in this tag team match tomorrow is essential, there is a much larger challenge looming for me, all due respect to my adversaries on Battleground, waiting for me on Dynasty. With a new partner, Azumi Goto, I have to face the monstrous Silence and Veena Adams, a woman trained by and a relative of a man that many consider to be the greatest Elitist who has ever been. To them I offer only a simple warning: Do not underestimate Azumi or myself. We may not be as big or maybe even as talented as you are, but Azumi is one of the most fierce of the newly arriving Vixens that I've seen. I look forward to teaming with her and testing myself against two women who seem to be heading to the top to challenge for Vixens and Specialists Championships at some point.

To my opponents tomorrow I only offer my respect and my promise to finally turn the page on my dark and bitter past and send a deafening clap of Thunder through the Vixens division, one blow at a time. While I don't have any business with either of you besides our match, just understand that I will not show any mercy to either of you.

To my partner Raven, I know that we come from different worlds and have an entirely different outlook on wrestling and life in general, frankly. All I ask is that you come to the ring, fight with me instead of against me, and help me pick up a victory so we can go our separate ways without having tried to tear each other apart first.

I promise to all of you that this week, you will see the REAL Erica Ford, Raimei No Yuusha....

I have arrived. And by the time the dust has settled on Battleground and Dynasty, all of you will know I am here to stay!

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 11:35 pm by **Amadeus**

We open in the Sanatorium. ONI walks through the halls, dressed in his red and black suit, grinning maniacally. In one hand, he holds the cage confining Erebus' crow Nightmare. In the other, he clasps Erebus' bat, resting it lightly on his shoulder. In the shadows of the hallway, occasionally we see movement, shadows scurrying around, followed by the giggling of children.

"'All hail the king.' Oh, I can hear the outcry already. 'It wasn't fair.' 'Lucian Black should have won.' 'Aren Mstislav had it won.' But in defiance of all odds, with the deck stacked heavily against them, Eclipse and the Sanatorium prevailed. We fight as a family. Where one walks, the others are not far behind. Lucian Black certainly has reason to feel slightly. After all, he almost always fights on his own, the lone rebel standing in defiance of the storm. No matter how many times he gets knocked down, he picks himself back up, continuing to stand alone and rage against the storm. There's something honorable about that. Touching even. It almost stirs where a heart similar to his own used to beat. Almost. But Lucian, my dear boy, what you fail to realize is that not everyone fights by the same code that you do. To limit yourself is to doom yourself from the very beginning. Aren however, well, I pity him. I pity him for being used."

ONI chuckles.

"The Sanatorium, as we've said in the past, is about family. No matter which of us was fighting for a prize like King of Elite, we know that we would have had each other's backs. We would have had the support of our family. Now during the King of Elite match, it would have seemed that our Russian Prince-who-wanted-to-be-king was fighting on his own, just like Lucian Black. But what do we find out later on in the evening? Aren had allied himself with the man who was King Before, Lannister. He helped him bury Jamie O'Hara and place the EAW title around his waist. But where was Lannister when Aren needed him? Where was the king when the man he annointed as his successor needed him?"

ONI burst out laughing, eyes shining with mirth and malice.

"No, whatever alliance Lannister is building for himself, there are no illusions of it being a family. No, you are his vassals. And that was your mistake, Aren. Thinking that Lannister would give anything when he can just take. In his mind, you are made to serve him. And that mentality has gotten him gold, so I cannot fault his actions. But what EAW will realize is that the new king is different. He is not king by birthright. He is not a king by popular demand. No one foresaw his right to prominence. People thought he was crazy. Dismissed him as nothing but a violent madman. They discounted his cunning. They shut the doors on him and barred them shut, thinking he would remain on the outside. But he shattered the gates that penned him in and he took the crown through bloody ruthlessness. Now, Eclipse Diemos sits on the throne of bones, Lord Chaos, Imperator of Desecration, Destruction, and Madness. And Maero and I stand beside him. Not as kneeling vassals. Not as mindless puppets. No, as brothers. As kin. A collective that is a distillation of the violence and hatred of the downtrodden and outcast, made flesh and ready to unleash a reign of chaos upon EAW.

"That all begins Sunday. Eclipse Diemos is crowned king, then faces off with the god of Elite Answers Wrestling, Mr. Dedede. And Maero and I face off against two of the rising stars of Voltage: Phoenix Winterborn and Beretta. Two men who have been through it all on the independent circuit and other federations. Won titles and accolades and now have their sights set on climbing the Everest of the wrestling world: Elite Answers Wrestling. And who stands in the way of their next step? A demon and a doctor.

"I'm not going to insult your experience and come out with some trite phrase like 'You've never faced the likes of me before' or 'I am a once in a lifetime talent, and you should respect that.' No, I feel that you've been around enough to have seen my ilk. The men that revel in violence, enjoy inflicting injuries on other, laugh at pain and blood -even their own. You may have seen this type of person purposely try to shorten or even end the careers of their opponents. That's who you'll be stepping into the ring with on Sunday. I will hold nothing back, so you had better not either. I will hurt you with no remorse. I tell you this, not as a method of intimidation, but as a simple statement of fact. I have this thing with limits, and how I like to find them, bend them, break them, shatter them. I'll do the same to you, if you are not prepared. But I highly doubt that you'll be unprepared. No, you two exude confidence that comes with being through battle after battle, war after war, and surviving, even thriving. I respect this, and in a way, I respect the both of you. Battle hardened warriors you are. Your words speak of confidence. Your actions show resilience. Your eyes gleam with cunning. Yes, pool your collective skills together, and you might even have a chance at beating those two gothic rookies. Isn't that what you're thinking?

"Ah, but can you coexist? That's a question. It wasn't too long ago that the two of you were on opposite sides of the ring. Obviously someone thinks that you make a good tandem, though. But do you both agree? Even should you say that you will work together, it will continue to be in the back of your mind. A slight niggling of doubt, eating away at your confidence from underneath. How far do you think you can trust your partner? Will he turn on you? Feed you to the wolves? Attack from behind to make a name for himself at your expense? I can assure you that no such doubt undermines The Sanatorium. Maero and I, though we come from different walks of life, we have both walked as outcasts of the world and joined together as brothers, united under the banner of madness and violence that is The Sanatorium, The Kingdom That Has Come."

ONI stops walking and puts the cage down. He drags the bat lightly over the bars of the cage, disturbing the crow inside the cage.

"But despite this doubt that you will harbor inside, I know that you will fight. You will fight with everything you have. And up until the end, I know that you'll have confidence that you will win. That is as it should be. Weak opponents make weak trophies. I have harvested from the fallen Icon, JJ Silva. I have reaped from the wayward Mercenary of Darkness, Erebus. Now I want the feathers of a phoenix, the shell casings of The Bullet. Your strengths will become The Sanatorium's strength. Inspiring isn't it? Even should you fail to make a name for yourself in EAW, wash out, like so many before you, a piece of you will still be here, contributing to the Reign of Chaos. When you are gone, a piece of you will live on within my Blackheart.

"So try to engulf me in your flames. Pull the trigger and empty the clip. We will not blink. We will take your violence and feed off of it until there's nothing left of you but husks."

Several children emerge from the shadows and take Nightmare's cage, running off with it. ONI ruffles one of their heads' with his free hand. He then contemplates the bat taken from Erebus.

"But don't think I've forgotten about you, Erebus. I can feel your loss, your despair. But you know how to make yourself whole again. Keep reacting on instinct, lashing out without meaning, and you risk losing everything. But you're resisting the path that you know you were meant to walk.

"Take the plunge. Embrace the Darkness and find the Madness that lies beneath it."

Fade to laughter

Showdown

We can either look at the fact that this match has zero buildup or we can use this week to our ultimate advantage and hype the fuck out of this match. Would I love to have faced Mexican Samurai at Reasonable Doubt? Of course, but I could never see how that would have been possible with TLA and Chuck Scene targeting me. It seems like at Reasonable Doubt, I am going to be dealing with either one or both of them. Honestly, it does not matter to me because I’ll plan to show one of them or both of them that you cannot just call me out or attack me from behind and expect me not to do anything about it. I am planning to do something about it. It can be on one of the Showdowns or it will be at Reasonable Doubt, but no one gets to put their hands on me or call me out without facing any repercussions. If I have to pull a TLA or even Jason Cage, then I’ll be a woman and call anyone out who decides to fuck with me. I did it at King of Elite and being attacked from behind by Chuck has not traumatized me to call out anyone. I’m not afraid of the fact that I could be attacked again and again, it is not going to stop me from getting what I actually want. The main thing that I want this week is to retain my title—I feel like that’s been the main objective on Showdown almost every week, but Mexican Samurai is making this title defense a lot different than the others I have been through. That’s a good thing since I have repeating the same things over and over again. This should be interesting…

Mexi, why looking at the negatives? I know that spending the last few months around Dark Demon can make someone into a negative person, but this is ridiculous. Why can you just be excited that you’re in front of the line for a shot at my title? You somehow managed to get in front of the line, where Chuck and TLA were waiting and are worried that one of them are going to interfere in the match and you somehow will end up lost in the shuffle like you were before. Are you going to be that one opponent that is paranoid as hell that something wrong is going to turn up? Come on! You’re not the one who needs to worry about two psychotic and sexist men waiting to attack me. You’re not the one that needs to be worried about the fact I need to retain my title and be shown as legit threat to the Showdown roster. And what are you worried about? That someone can interfere in the match and you go back to the lower card? I mean, have faith in your abilities. You’re talented as hell and there is no way that you are going to get lost in the shuffle again. What got you out of that lower card and into the spotlight of Showdown, what got you into the spotlight of FPVs is going to be the one thing that will keep you in the spotlight. You have heart, determination and brass balls. You give the EAW Universe someone to cheer for and we need those in a world full of assholes that like to make a mockery of us. You have gotten a victory over Dark Demon and there is no doubt that the attention is now on you and what you will do next.

There might be some questions on why you didn’t go after Jamie O’ Hara for the EAW Championship. I get why you didn’t. Possibly, it was not the time and place for you to go after the title—at least, that was my perspective. There was always that chance that Jamie would never retain against Lannister and he didn’t. Perhaps, you wanted to start with a lower title rather than going for the EAW Championship and I am not offended with that. Like I stated before, if you can hold the Interwire Championship and carry that division, you can eventually carry the company. You do have a point—why does the guy that you beat at King of Elite get rewarded with an EAW Championship opportunity. Even though nothing has been confirmed, Demon would be an idiot to go after the title even though he could not beat you. As much as I rely on logic in my everyday life, I would recommend not to over think this because people will soon realize how stupid and illogical it is. I know for a fact that you have been waiting for this title shot for a long time. I’m not denying the fact that you are very deserving of it; however, I am denying the fact when you claim to have more heart, determination and passion than me? Are you going to make such a bold statement knowing that you’re facing me? I’ve been in EAW for about five, six years and I’ve never taken a break. I’ve never quit when things haven’t gone my way, even thought there was several occasions where I should have. I have faced competitors that took me months to finally defeat. If I can perfectly remember, it took me more than two months to finally beat Jaywalker and when I did, it was worth it and I was happy that I did not quit and give up like any other person would.

You may have busted your ass for months for one title shot, but I have busted my ass for YEARS to break the glass ceiling for all women. I have given women hope that there they cannot only succeed in the Vixens Division, but in the male’s division as well. Hey, you could be one of those lucky people and you can manage to be the one to take this title away from me, but it’s barely been three months since I’ve won this title. I want to continue to hold this title on my lovely shoulder and defend it towards different people. You’re not the only person who has become stronger and capable of doing anything they set their mind too. I’ve become different and in many ways. I feel confident whenever I walk down that ramp to the ring, I feel like I can take on any challengers and I feel like I can stand toe-to-toe with the likes of you. You may feel like you can beat anyone, but I am not just anyone—I am the Interwire Champion! I am the woman who has carried this belt with pride, class and I’ve fought to keep this belt in three title defenses. You can continue to be positive and tell yourself that you have a chance against me. You can keep telling yourself that it will be your year, but these last two years have been my year and I’m pretty certain that this will be my year as well, but you don’t see me bragging about it and telling everyone because I’m not focused on making this a good year for me. I am not going to force for things to happen if they do not happen at all. If I do see my opportunity though, I won’t hesitate for one second that I won’t take it no matter what it will be.

You’re dangerous. I can see how dangerous you can be. I can see how hard you can throw a punch. I can see how hard you can kick. I’m not afraid of what I can expect in the ring. What I do think what you should worry about I am quick. Just when you think that you have me in a hold, somehow I am able to move out of it in ways that it will amaze you. Just when you think that you’ve punched me the hardest that you have ever punched me, I come back and I punch you harder that it may or may not make my knuckles bleed. Just when you think that you’ve kicked me and knocked me to the floor, I’ll come back with one of my kicks and I will knock you down the floor harder. Just when you think I’ve faded away with a submission hold, I’ll find a way to counter that and either make you fade away or tap out. You say that you can’t lose? Well, guess what? I refuse to lose and I refuse to lose because if I do manage to lose, I could always go for a rematch, but what about after that? I can only go two ways: I can stay in the title hunt or I’ll fade back to the Vixens Division and I refuse to go back to the Vixens Division. I believe I have found my place up here and there is no way that I am going to give up my place as one of EAW’s champions. In some way, we are in the same boat if we lose, but at least, you get to stay in your place and fight for another title shot. Meanwhile, I could go back to the Vixens Division and spend my days being fed to Hexa-gun.

This goes back to something that I said earlier and that was that you shouldn’t be afraid of being lost in the shuffle. You said so yourself—each time you walk out to compete, you hear more and more cheers. If EAW Management attempts to forget about you, the fans won’t, so you should be fine. You have good momentum behind you and from what you might have seen at King of Elite, I am still feeling the effects of being wacked by my own belt. There is no telling how much that will play a role in the match. I’m hoping to be a bruised up and if I am, I will not let that stop me. Knowing that the I am still feeling the pain from being wacked by my own championship belt, you could be smart and use it to your advantage. You could inflict more pain on me than what Chuck Scene did, but will you? On Showdown, my agenda is quite simple: retain my title no matter what it takes. It has been the agenda as of late and it hasn’t changed because I am not done being champion just yet. I am glad that you’re smart enough to take me seriously because you should. While you were lying in a hospital bed sipping through straws, I have been defending this title and if you were to place yourself in my shoes, you would say that it is not an easy task to accomplish. The men I have faced are hungry to become champion. They are savages, ruthless, determined. They have qualities that you have. Maybe, they have more heart than you or more determination, but you can prove me wrong and bring all of those qualities, traits, whatever it took to beat Dark Demon into our match and we could see a new Interwire Champion. COULD. So, don’t get your hopes up because I am one tough cookie to beat. I’m not one of those cookies that are easy to rip with your teeth, I’m one of those hard cookies that will give you a hard time.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 6:06 pm by -

Dynasty Promo

I feel a little of recapping is in order for this little situation we have on our hands. 2 weeks ago I took it upon myself to show the entire world just what I am about and by that, I gave Jaden Zaxaria the beating of a lifetime. So allow me to say.. I finally have the managements attention. It seems I've gotten myself in a little bit of trouble. Now let's clarify I'm not in trouble for all my truthful allegations to how Dynasty's Management works.. I'm in trouble for doing EXACTLY what I said I was going to do to Jaden. Who could've possibly foreseen me completely annihilating Jaden? Well damn! I only said I was going to do it 24 hours earlier!? Dynasty has went out of their way to prove all my theories correct and yet, they still have the audacity to see me as some degenerate instead of what I truly am. What is that you may ask? I am the hottest commodity this brand has to it's name. I'm the future of this company without a shadow of a doubt and nobody can say otherwise. Now be that as it may, this company has decided to take action to what all has transpired. So what's next? Am I looking suspension in the face? A firing? As soft as Dynasty's Management has been recently maybe even a public apology! No. Take your actions. Rest assured I don't give a damn what you do to me. In the end I'm still a heart on my sleeve kind of guy! What you see is what you get, and I rather walk into EAW JJ Silva and leave JJ Silva! I will not become someone that you guys believe is right. Am I trying to be the good guy? Absolutely not! But I am sick and tired of marking off all this unnecessary bullshit on this made up EAW check list to get what I rightfully deserve! You want to punish me for doing just what this company was made to do?! If anything you should get on your hands and knees and thank me! I'm doing something none of Dynasty could do on their own! The only time Dynasty is talked about is for 2 reasons. 1 being someone on Dynasty has been traded and 2 being JJ Silva just kicked Jaden Zaxaria's pathetic ass! I've been on this show since day one and have wanted nothing but to make this the best show in EAW but time after time I've only been dealt false promises and pushed aside. I did what any other man would do and that's kick the door down and come searching for answers. Yes, I shredded years off of Jaden's career and I feel no remorse for a damn thing I did. In fact, I feel like I didn't do enough! But let me ask you something, Dynasty? Do you believe what I say now? Do you finally understand that I'm not playing anymore games? I'm sure you finally get it.

But it's only just begun.

Now if it isn’t already clear, somebody here doesn’t want me to succeed. The Iconomy was never delt any justice and positioned the way we deserved to be. We proved to be a threat at House Of Glass by coming closer than anyone ever had to that point at beating The Mercenaries. From that point forward it became clear as day that The Mercenaries vs The Iconomy was easily a main event caliber match for Shock Value but no, instead we were partnered with Liam Catterson to face Hexa gun in a faction vs faction match. From that point on we were slowly pushed out of the picture for no reason at all. What is this? I’ll tell you exactly what this is -- This is the power of the Dynasty’s Management. Clearly nobody has given those guys the memo of this is what talent in today’s wrestling looks like. In all reality Dynasty Management is power hungry, unoriginal, hypocritical D-bags that can’t grasp the concept that they’re the reason that Dynasty is still to this very day looked at as the third-rate show. Your tactics don’t work anymore! Drastik vs Tig Kelly for the main event? You’re joking right? You’re positioning a brittle kneed old hag with a napoleon complex over me? I should be the next in line for a guy like Tig Kelly. Yet then again I am being punished for doing this brand justice. I’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, I’m just doing things to the extreme and that’s what Elite Answers Wrestling was built off of! People here are supposed to drop the mic and be ready to fight the rest of the dogs for their scraps not get your own and be punished? This sport is like a human game of chess.. Jaden let his guard down so he found himself inside a checkmate. As for Dynasty’s Management -- I say take your best shot because if you don’t think about all I’ve said, you too will find yourself in a

Checkmate.

Do I need to give a prologue to what I am about to face? A defence over the events of King of Elite? The remembrance of my missed opportunity that the fans can add in the failure column? With each passing moment, we evolve and so will the time of success for me. But as we all know, your opinions aren’t worth shit. All my life, I have been plagued with the comments of disruption, comments intended to knock me off any form of happiness I seek for myself. In this company, it won’t matter if I won all three World Championships at the same time, it doesn’t matter if I will have permanently removed DEDEDE or Y2Impact from wrestling ever again. There will always be that one cause for hatred against me. But hatred does not kill any momentum. It doesn’t matter if it ranges from mockery of recent events or the envy of success because you are all worthless. There is no necessity for your existence and some may be eager to call it childish, it is one of the best remedies to prevent backlash from fans who want to say they are right all the time.

However, the past is history and nothing that could be changed. The future is unresolved and I have my opportunity to show people why I am not destined for failure at every occasion I get. Nick Angel is one of the most overrated, irrelevant pieces of shit in this company. The fact is, nobody takes consideration over his existence and people could pattern that trend towards me, except people do care about me. People talk about Liam Catterson and that doesn't mean I hold any irrelevancy at all. If it came to that, I would be in Nicky’s position except I am not. Before the finals, people forgot he existed in EAW whereas people still spoke about Liam Catterson and of course I am aware of why I am spoken about but at the end of the day, there I am, implanted in your skulls. We have all accepted the fact that I am right and those who want to live in a world where they aim to be superior in intellect than me, continue to live in your fictional land of bliss where the grass is greener on the other side, where equality matters, where the human race is compassionate but at the end of the day, you may want to open your eyes over reality and witness the world you live in is wrong and you are less than me. Even Angel, which is funny to contemplate.

Before I joined EAW, I was in another company he was the ‘golden boy’ in, where everyone, even those who were new to the scene, praised him as some form of contribution to the future of what we do. I thought Nick bred in dominance and that his greatly credited ability was nature. And then the feeling became tragic when entering EAW, I was expecting Nick Angel to have achieved something grand, actually showing an evolution in who he was when I first knew of his existence. But the opposite transpired and I couldn’t be any more disappointed. People speak about how I have failed to capitalise on what I had to offer before my return, considering my success a fluke and whilst I appreciate the love and devotion you shit for brains offer me, I can't help but feel dumbfounded over why you would rather bat an eye over Nick. If there was ever a man to define failure, it is him and it proves a point that you bunch of idiots literally are special. Don’t take that in any terms of consideration because it will only enable more insult to injury. Nick Angel is a man who can easily be slain and others may believe that to be incorrect, I have faced this man before and he doesn’t equate to the hype others were quick to give. He is a conception that thrives on misery and I will only expand that this week on Voltage, no questions asked. I am not going to wait all week where he will rush a last minute speech to deny speculation that Liam Catterson got inside his head, unlike last week where I even forgot Nick was a contender for this match until he pieced together an intellectual statement. But there will be nothing forgotten this week Nick as you are my only victim to fall this week. You will only meet the shame of defeat, nothing greater as I enter this match with you. But even if victory does not greet me, there is nothing to lose in this match. Yes, this match is one that values nothing in terms of significance, victory or defeat but I never enter any match disregarding victory. Victory is a means of progression for me but even with victory, the ignorant will still give you the benefit of the doubt by claiming the victory as an act of luck, that talent alone could not signal danger. That is the world we live in and it sickens me. You will not come anywhere near victory, as far as I am concerned. You had the chance to prove you were a credible threat to people like me long ago but like your chances of success in this company, it withered away and now time offers Liam Catterson the opening to grab onto another victory, to mock you and move on in bliss. I have offered you much to deny but your response may as well be redundant because words cannot save you. Nothing will give you strength to break through the inevitable as you are going to be the fallen victim. Another page in the dynasty of Nick Angel: The Fallen.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 5:13 pm by Guest

The Killer of the Vixen Killer Part II

Voltage Promo

Oh Tarah, it was a nice battle, sure u can have your little victory, but in the end I won the war.

The sun is shining so bright
But my eyes they see no light
Not a cloud in the sky
But I’d rather it be night
Laughter of the children outside playing
But all I hear in my head is screaming
Love me or hate me, I’m here and I’m staying
Pain is what I love to inflict
I’m dangerous, I’m a psycho
Ignoring me will only get your ass kicked
This war is over and I made you stop
I’m The Mistress of Death, and you Ms. Nova
Just don’t forget to blow your way to the top

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

**Madison Kaline is seen backstage, in a dark room, she has her hood on, and she is seen laughing as she begins to speak**

So the question on everybody’s mind is, how on earth can I explain my actions at King of Elite? People have been bugging me for the past couple days, why Maddie, why would you do that. (Madison laughs) Guys I didn’t care about beating Tarah Nova in a match, everybody knows I am better than her by leaps and bounds. The only thing I cared about was making sure Tarah Nova didn’t walk out of the arena on her own two feet, and I accomplished that, I may have lost the match but who cares, in the end I won the war. At King of Elite I made a statement, and that statement was; I am the most dangerous Vixen of all time. I was proving a point; I was teaching Tarah Nova a lesson, a lesson in respect. You see Tarah walks around this place like she is the most vicious and mental Vixen here, and sure maybe at a time she was, but that honor now belongs to me. I nearly killed Tarah at King of Elite, I nearly sliced her throat open with barbed wire, and I have no regrets about anything that I did to her. She had it coming, for all the things she has done to me, for all the jokes she has centered on me. Not only did I kill the vixen killer…again. But this time I left her useless body in the middle of the ring suffering in pain, and that puts a smile on my face ear to ear. (Madison is seen with a giant smile on her face) The image of Tarah screaming in pain, it just doesn’t get much better than that. I made Tarah look human, I made her look weak and pathetic, I am officially the most feared and most dangerous Vixen on the roster, everybody fears me, not Tarah (Madison laughs) oh no Tarah’s days as being feared are over, she is just some groupie now who everyone sleeps with now. That’s all she ever was, and that’s all she will ever be. And now as the official default leader of the Vixens division, I should address the actions of Haruna, who is a Madison Kaline wannabee, you see Haruna all her career was trying to be me, she has copied my every move, but is unsuccessful at it, and now she suddenly had this new found attitude? Please bitch, nobody takes you seriously, so do us all a favor and just shut the hell up, and if you ever step foot in my face, or even mention me, the things I will do to you, will pale in comparison to what I did to Tarah at King of Elite. Now enough about some irrelevant whores and onto some newbie with just a tiny bit more relevance than Haruna. My opponent at Voltage, you see I am able to compete unlike Tarah who has an owie, but anyway my opponent Sheridan Muller, Sheridan is a young lady just trying to make a name for herself in this company, I really don’t know much about her, but I’m sure she knows a lot about me. (Madison smiles) Well Sheridan congratulations, you are here in the big leagues bitch, and now you face your toughest opponent yet, and that me. Let’s see what you got? Will you sink or swim, will I knock your teeth down your throat or will I slice your throat with barbed wire? Will I knock your head off with my Afterlife clothesline or will I end you with a Moonsault, we shall see. One thing you should know, Ms. Muller is that I am so pumped after destroying Tarah Nova at King of Elite, and I’m ready to hurt some more Vixens! And you are next in line baby girl!

(Madison mocks Tarah Nova’s scream)

Oh Tarah, it was a nice battle, sure u can have your little victory, but in the end I won the war.

**Madison smiles, laughs as the camera fades**

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 4:52 pm by **Jacob Senn**

There is truth behind every legend. A fact that has been forgotten by this world that we live in. For every legend, they rely on something of great value to bring them through the obstacles that the universe will try to put before them. For Hercules, it was his immense strength that was compared to Greek gods of old. For King Arthur, it was his knowledge and great ability to reign as a king. For Robin Hood, it was his cunning against his enemies that made it possible for him to steal from the rich and give unto the peasants. Now, we cannot dare believe that Hercules actually killed beasts such as a hydra or a Nemean Lion with his bare hands, King Arthur wielded a holy sword of great power like Excalibur and magical powers of Merlin, or that Robin Hood was unable to miss a shot. However, maybe there was a man of great strength to do heroic deeds to prove his worth. There might have been a king that whose name had become revered to the point of where he had been placed in myth. There could have been an archer who had stole from the rich and powerful to give to the downtrodden commoners in which they would sing songs about the man. Every legend has a truth behind it, including the legend of The Targaryen family and the bastard Blackfyre.

What truth is behind the legend of our names? Simple. While I do not possess the scales, the claws, the wings, or the fiery breath of the beasts that serve as our sigil, what we do possess is a fiery nature with our temper and our obsession with fire. One of our ancestors was a king of a forgotten land and they called him mad because of this obsession. Instead of slaying his enemies in battle with blades, arrows, or any other multiple means that had become average for a person back in those times, The Mad King would take pleasure in roasting and boiling his enemies and traitors alike with the flames. Fire, you see, is a torturous element. The ones able to tame the flames and command it would bring suffering that is incomparable to the conventional means that have become the normal. That’s why the people would call us dragons, for our control over fire as if we were such, and that’s why we were feared as a family. The question that has come to all who read what I have stated, though, is what relevance does this have on professional wrestling and my opponent for next week on Showdown, Chris Elite?

I will tell you. Chris Elite thinks that I’m here to insult his confidence, his talent, and whatever else he holds dear to me. Trust me, Chris, I don’t intend to do so. For you to still be here among the sharks in the ocean of Elite Answers Wrestling, you must have some iota of talent and confidence is bound to be within you. In fact, the matters of a common street dog places no concern on my mind. The only time when the names of beasts like you are spoken through my mouth, is when they decide to snap at me and strike with evil intentions. You’re simply a man that stands in my way of victory, nothing more and nothing less. I couldn’t care less about what pieces of gold, silver, or bronze you have carried, I don’t care what insults you have to throw towards me, it just the ramblings of a child to me. You and other people from Brooklyn believe you are owed something, but what are you owed? You are just taking up space, feasting on the resources of this planet, and surviving in the world like the rest of us. You’re not owed anything because everything is for the taking. Only the best and the strongest take the spoils, none of which is you. I bring a certain class and prestige that has been lacking in this business for a long time, a degree of excellence nonexistent for a time, and you will learn just like Rex McAllister did last week. You will have the teachings branded in your brain that Merek Blackfyre may be a bastard son that was unwanted, but he’s a bastard son that can bring you to your knees in agony and simply pour the gasoline onto you to let the flames envelop take hold of you. That will be a delightful sight, watching your skin crackle and bubble from the fires, but I will take just beating you senseless in that ring. Like the scum of the Earth that you are, I will scrub you off my boot and let it be known that Chris Elite was never the elite, only a dog needing to know his place.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 2:01 pm by **TLA**

EAW.com Exclusive

The camera cuts backstage to a house show where TLA is shown warming up in a dirty looking gym covered in graffiti. An interviewer and his cameraman rush over to TLA.

Interviewer: TLA! TLA! OMG! You weren’t scheduled to be here tonight. In fact you should be getting ready for your Battleground match tomorrow against Kenny Drake. The people demand answers… why are you here?

TLA: Oya y’all want to know why TLA is here? No se debe prestar atencion… o tal vez eres estupido. Is it your first day here cabron? I should go easy on you then, cuz maybe you ain’t seen me around before. Cuz if you had, y’all would know that you ain’t even need to ask why TLA is here. Cuz TLA is always here.

Interviewer: Well since you are here, care to comment on what went down between you and the EAW Interwire Champion Cameron Ella Ava at King of Elite?

TLA: I always care to comment cuz just like yo boi is always here, he ain’t scared of shit. See ever since I moved on out to Showdown y’all been asking me shit that you should’ve already known about before. Maybe you don’t know me, but if so allow me to introduce myself to you… to Cameron Ella Ava… to Chuck Scene tho I kinda got a feeling he gonna remember me, and to any other motherfucker who don’t know how I roll.

TLA: Mi nombre es TLA. Unlike the current Interwire Champion, I show up each and every week no matter how hurt I am, or what other business I gotta do cuz la lucha is priority numero uno for me. Don’t even think I’m slingin’ hate tho Cam. I understand that you are a very important woman, and you got shit you would prefer to do than actually show up on Showdown. You gotta make them publicity appearances, and get your face on some magazines, maybe you gotta deal with some feminine issues, or it’s that time of the month again. Girl I don’t even need to know, but when you ready to throw down, imma be there cuz I made an obligation when I signed my Showdown contract to fight, and that is exactly what I am here to do.

TLA: But don’t think that don’t mean that ol’ TLA is turnin’ himself into no wage slave… Cuz I ain’t exclusive. I gots myself a Showdown contract obligation but that’s just one day of the week. That leaves like six other days holmes. And who is gonna stop me from havin’ more than one match every day? Ain’t nobody I can see, so y’all should get in touch with my agent… wait I fired him, that funny little African vato y’all remember him right? Nah, you don’t even gotta get in touch with my agent, get in touch with me. I ain’t hard to find.

TLA: So I get to go one on one with Kenny Drake on Battleground, and I ain’t know shit about this homie. I know he straight outta Voltage, I know he got some intense beef with JD Damon, that really about it. He a quiet motherfucker, sneaky as shit, but y’all gotta recognize that La Pantera is the only ninja round these parts.

TLA walks away from the interviewer out of the gym and into a dark hallway as the lights flicker. The cameraman follows him slowly eventually catching up to TLA leaning against a crumbling wall around the corner.

TLA: Oh and you know who La Pantera is don’t you Kenny? Don’t you Cam? If not… Witness! For the Rope descends before you all and you have but a short time left to grasp it… but don’t grasp too hard… because it is a much longer journey to climb, than it is to fall! Please listen now to wise Pantera as he tells you of his own struggle… of that in which led him to be crowned as none other than the truest of all Dynasty rejects. Ah yes Cam, in your rage did you think that La Pantera would not accept your very accurate praise? Of course not… for who is Pantera if not to accept the trophies that others so carelessly hand him? Pantera would be nothing! Well aside from the large amount of trophies he takes, and takes, and takes, because truly taking is a satisfaction like none other. Now…

TLA: What more is there to sing that the panther has not already sung? It is a story that you must be aware of Kenny. The story of the mauling of the competition on Dynasty that was truly wise enough to stand before me. Truly wise for none shall evade quick Pantera, he will catch them some day and indeed oh indeed it is only those who have fled who have survived yet they have not experienced the great wisdom, the great knowledge that such a mauling would have lent them. You must face La Pantera, the King who of the Elite was never defeated, and you must meet el rey de reyes on a neutral Battleground, for Pantera doubts that prestigious Cameron would deign to appear in such a place.

TLA walks further down the hallway and around another corner as the cameraman catches up with him. TLA is close now to the ring, and the fans can be heard in the distance cheering on the competitors.

TLA: Yo tengo… Cero Miedo. No me arrepiento. He mirado todo en los ojos y nunca he huido. Durante un ano y miedo, luche todos en Dynasty. Yo gane y perdi, he ganado campeonatos y he perdido campeonatos. Entonces… llegue al techo de vaso. I hit the glass ceiling and the bosses started getting uncomfortable. Did they really want TLA leading their brand? See they are comfortable when I am the New Breed Champion, they are comfortable calling TLA the future. But when that future finally arrived, they were unwilling to embrace it. Even Cameron Ella Ava realizes that I deserve more than what I have been given, and was willing to give me a title shot at King of Elite. On Dynasty, I spent months playing their game, James Shields should be warned, because here on Showdown… I am not playing any games. If you overlook me for what I deserve, I will overlook you… and when it comes to making noise, nobody is louder than TLA. I spit in the face of those who tell me that I will never make it because I know, in my heart, that I will.

TLA: Yet here I am once again fighting against new talent here in EAW… not that I’m complaining. People want to talk about how they beat the Hall of Famers, the former world champions, those protected main eventers who haven’t faced a rookie for years. They are masters of their game, but I take on all comers. I take on the New Breed who may not be masters of the main event game, but they are innovators of their own. That is what I want to see from you this week Kenny, something different because it’s not enough to live up to the standards set by the legends and Hall of Famers… You must rewrite the standards completely.

TLA walks around the final corner as he reaches the curtain leading out to the ring. The cameraman follows once more.

TLA: Come at me hard Kenny cuz when I whip yo ass I want this to be somethin’ I can legit brag about. Not some lame ass victory like “oh my god you guys I’m like the five thousandth person to be Jason Cage this year ain’t I amazing!”. You gotta come at me hard Kenny cuz if you don’t this just gonna be like another episode of South Park. Gonna have that crowd screamin’ “Oh my god he killed Kenny! You bastard!” as I give yo ass a thousand deaths.

“Intro” by DMX hits as TLA ducks under the curtain to make his way to the ring. The cameraman turns around to find the interviewer is no longer behind him... the camera fades to black... as Steroid Dawg emerges from the shadows.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 1:54 pm by **Carson Ramsay**

While technicalities state that today marks the 21st anniversary of my grandfather's passing, it still feels like it was yesterday to yours truly. The reason being that my mind never fails to vividly recollect every second I spent in the wake of such fateful occasion— and I rarely do so with anything else that has transpired within my lifespan. He layed down in his bed for the last two weeks of his existence, barely letting any motion escape his body. His dark orbs were fixated on the surface of the ceiling for the longest time. My family tried their best to grasp his attention, but to no avail. It was on the last day however when he finally broke through to us. He mustered up enough strength to take his eyes off of the dull walls and focus them on the people who have been by his side through the whole journey. That transition gave us a glimpse of hope, albeit a small one. Nevertheless, that whiff of hope breathed life back into our veins because we saw it as the sole defier of the certainty that reigned upon the doctor's remorseful face. The man in white gave my grandfather's heart a maximum of two weeks to carry on pumping, but we did not want to believe that. The biggest proof arose when his eyes finally answered our cries. But soon enough, that hope we once clinged to was cut short as the eyes were the sole part of his body that actually moved for the longest first while. He never moved a lip, his pale skin never shivered at the sight of us all; all that he contended with doing was just to stare. We did not know what to do or how to react. Deep down however, we all came to grips with the reality of how this matter would eventually unfold; he was going to meet his maker today and there's nothing anyone one of us can do to stop it. Desperation and devastation would set in immediately afterwards, to the extent where my family left the room because they couldn't bear to see that last breath leave grandpa's body. By the time the cries and screams settled to a peaceful halt, there was just me. I sat next to the poor old man still not knowing what to make of this. He wasn't just my grandfather; he was my father, he was my mother, he was my brother, he was my ONLY bestfriend. He was the only sweet bit of my sour crop of a life. If it wasn't for him, he would probably find me in heaven when he gets there. But there he was, on the verge of cutting his connection with this pitiful world but most importantly— with ME. I was stranded in a storm of emotions that I didn't know which one to let out; should I cry? Should I maintain that glimpse of hope? While I might have been young, I wasn't young enough to draw the conclusion on my own— hope was way out of the equation at this point. Amidst all this indecisiveness, I slowly felt a cold hand creeping its way onto mine; my grandfather was struggling to get my attention and I was too busy with myself to notice. Eventually, I saw a quiver brushing against his lips; he was trying to say something. I leaned forward to hear what he had to mutter. "Reach for the stars." he whispered, "You're bound to catch one of 'em." To say that I was stunned for a variation of reasons would be the biggest understatement in history. The storm of questions began to further expand; How did he force that out of his system when at one point, he couldn't even breathe properly? And what did he mean by those words? I wasn't able to even word out one of those questions because as fate would have it, grandpa's last breath escaped him instantly afterwards.

And just like that, peace and quiet spanned all four walls of the room. Now, the logical way of reacting to this would be to sob, screech, and repeatedly scream for him to not leave me. I did not do that. Instead, I embarked on picking apart his last words in hopes of figuring out what he actually meant by them. That would become quite the time consuming task as days would pass without me fully grasping the perfect answer. It was eating out the back of my mind for most of my teenage and adult years and followed me through the rare ups and overwhelming downs of my lifetime. I've inserted myself in scenarios and situations most men don't dare dreaming about, simply because I wanted to find myself in what my grandpa was saying. It was only when I signed under the dotted line of my EAW contract that I actually managed to achieve that objective though. More precisely, it was when the sensation of crunching bones in front of thousands brushed off on me. When I hammered down my foot in the door of this company for the very first time, I thought I had my grandfather's world completely figured out. I thought the "stars" that he referred to were all the victimizable souls that inhabit this roster, and as long as I seeked destruction upon them, I will eventually make them all fall one after the other. That mentality consumed me when I started off in EAW, it drove me to go out there each and every single night— not to seek VICTORY as much as spill BLOOD. One could argue that it's a rabid tactic that's supposed to cater to an old man's last words, but at the time I saw it for the perfect means of doing so. Fast forward several months later, and now I find myself scrapping that belief for a much more realistic approach to the concept at hand. It's not as much about making other people suffer as I initially thought it is. Reaching for the stars signifies cementing a legacy in gold, one that will live on for the next generations to cherish and be proud of. And what better way to start forging said legacy than gaining some championship gold around my waist. That's, in essence, what my grandfather meant and I've finally come to grips with it. And thus, the objective changes. No more making others gush red for the sake of self satisfaction. It's high time now to do so for a much more concrete and lasting purpose.

Now, it goes without saying that options vary when it comes to championship gold in EAW. Excluding the Vixens championship, I'm eligible to hold any of the title in this company. 'That in mind, a question could be asked about the intentions that drove me to publicly announce my desire to become the next New Breed champion. And I've rarely forgotten to answer that question whenever I'm afforded time on the microphone. Simply put, I want to SAVE the New Breed. The mistreatment that I've witnessed of EAW's batch of future Elitists is almost synonymous with the one I was handed my entire life; always getting fed the short end of the stick. No matter how great of a talent or how great of a showing is displayed by the New Breed inside the squared circle, they will always be forced to take the backseat to established quote unquote "legends". The current New Breed champion isn't doing much helping that regard either. I mean, who in their right mind would respect a division that is led by a man of Clark Duncan's reputation? No one. Hell, most people are probably considering it a circus with that clown heading the herd more than anything. Well, you know what I say? E-FUCKING-NOUGH! It's time to reap some much deserved recognition for what we do in that ring and how we wear that spirit of risking it all on a daily basis like a badge on our battered bodies. And if it means we have to rip it away from everybody's hands by force, then so be it. As for the New Breed itself, I admit that it's not in the best shape at the moment. Which is why modifications are crucial and a little bit of house cleaning is a must at this point. Starting off with the biggest issue flawing the entire division, it's current champion. Clark, I don't want you taking this the wrong way. You're a nice dude and a great Sunday morning laugh. But, you don't fit the bill of a champion. More importantly, you don't fit the bill of a leader. Long story short, the title you're tensely grasping right now needs a better representative. Someone who's willing to go above and beyond for the sake of the entire New Breed. And that someone is, you guessed it, CARSON FUCKIN' RAMSAY.

Come Voltage, we finally get to lock horns. No more weaseling around and no more faking injuries. Just a straight up FIGHT! It's also the first step of rehashing the Breed. It's a new day Clark, but you won't live on to see it.

Beating an Asshole February 2nd 2016, 12:09 pm by **Rex32**

Showdown Promo # 1

Not Very Impressed

Scene opens to Rex McAllister, who is decked out in black athletic shorts and a blue hoodie, jogging at a rather brisk pace in a neighborhood nearby to his home in Allentown. The scenery is very serene for this time of morning in Allentown. Rex is finally coming to a stop at his home. He jogs up the steps, and pulls out his house key. Rex is sweating quite a bit, but not really out of breathe from his near 1hour 1/2 cardio workout. Rex enters his luxurious home and immediately heads toward the kitchen refrigerator to pull out a bottle of water. He stops at the countertop on the right and leans back slightly as he downs most of his water bottle. He is now ready to speak.

Rex McAllister: So it has now been just a little over a month in a half now of competing here on Showdown's main show. I have seen quite a bit in my time so far. Every week a different opponent. Somebody else who runs their mouth, talks big, and doesn't back it up. Last week a newcomer, someone newer to EAW than me in fact, said he was going blow fire at me like a dragon, and break my bones, and have my dead carcass delivered in a body bag at my parents door step.

*chuckles*

Rex McAllister: Long story short. That did not happen. Not even close. I shoved all the shit he spewed out right back in his face and live fight another week. So my opponent this week is interesting. A man, who judging by his disposition, is a happy man on the outside, but would seems to be a bit confused on the inside. I can't remember the last time I encountered somebody like this. Oh wait, I just encountered somebody like that last week, and week before that, and the week before that, so-on and so-forth. It's like everybody I have encountered here doesn't seem to know what the fuck it is they want in their EAW career.

*rolls his eyes as he shakes his head*

Rex McAllister: So I ask Brett? What is it that you hope to achieve this week? Hmm? Don't tell me you are going to breathe fire like a dragon...

*shakes his head as he chuckles*

Rex McAllister: Don't tell me you will bust a cap in my ass like TLA. Oh my....

*Rubs his right but cheek mockingly*

Rex McAllister: Oh and my personal favorite. I'm gonna beat you so bad, and embarrass you so hard in that ring, and make you want to choose a new profession.

*pauses, and ponders a moment and then grins*

Rex McAllister: Please. If that is all you got, then you might as well not waste my time chumpstain. Oh, and I'm not your old ex-girlfriend. This week you will be in the ring with The Rex Master. I'm not going to be bullied around, or beaten to the ground. This week the tides of the sail will be reversed and used against you Brett. You see it didn't take much reading up on you to understand I'm going to be stepping into the ring with a guy that possesses exceptional talent, but lacks intensity, and heart. You see Brett, you may believe what you did by dispatching your now ex-girlfriend was for all the better for you. It likely wasn't in my humble opinion, and I am going to prove it once I get through handing your ass to you and watching as once again you bitch and whine going to the back, only now you will won't have anybody to bitch and whine at but yourself.

*roll his eyes some more as he takes another drink downing the water bottle this time*

Rex McAllister: Oh, Brett. What are we going to do with you? I mean one moment you are the asshole everyone loves to hate. The next you become likened by the popular fan vote and get you some nice eye-candy to boot. Now we are back to same old tired asshole-act. So who is the real Brett Kennedy? What does Brett Kennedy really want out of EAW? I know what you are thinking Brett. You are thinking you have all this pent up anger to unleash, and you will be damned if some puke like me is going to get in your way. Though it won't take you long to realize that you are in the ring with a guy you can't beat. You see I have no wins since being called up to the main show. It's not because I suck, it's not because I can't wrestle, it's not because I can't hang with these other elitists. It's something else. Something I am not doing correctly, but everything else is there working in my favor. The intensity, the heart, the ruthlessness, and the will are all on-tap for the world to see. I believe you Brett Kennedy will bear witness to that come Showdown. However, it's like I said Brett, I've got no wins since I was called up from doing pre-show matches. That's going to change this week Brett. You will be the first to fall to The Rex Master.

*flashes trademark smirk*

Rex McAllister: Another thing I guess I would have to expect you will say is you have come across guys like me before. It's fine. Truth is I have encountered guys like you in every walk of the great life I live. Guys who toot their own horn for no other good reason than to hear themselves talk. They say actions speak louder than words Brett. Such a cliché' nowadays. So when you show up on Showdown, cause I know you will, SHOW ME. Believe me Brett I trust actions not words. There is nothing you could possibly say that hasn't already been said to me since I have been here that would convince me that I shouldn't show up for a match against a loser like you.

*serious expression*

Rex McAllister: Oh, yeah. You are a loser to be sure Brett. You are a loser on many levels. Not because I say you are. No, no. You see Brett things like whining and bitching all the time shows a serious lack of character. Getting rid of your ex-girlfriend wasn't the answer. She was your ROCK, she was your SUPPORT SYSTEM. Life didn't deal you a bad hand Brett. You are the one pulling those cards on your own. You don't seem to have the first clue of how to be a success in EAW. So while you like to bitch and whine so much about your lack of success. You can just march your scrappy ass to the ring on Saturday and play the role of the bitch. My bitch, while I go ahead and slap you around like one in that ring. I will let my ruthless side out in that ring as well. You will know what ruthlessness looks like when I'm stepping on your throat and applying more and more pressure until it's lights out Brett. That way you nobody has to hear you whine on your way to the back this time. They can just wonder mindlessly why Brett Kennedy isn't conscious anymore? What happened?

*Glares coldly*

Rex McAllister: So laugh it up Brett, run your mouth, be the asshole. Cause that is exactly who I expect to be standing across the ring from me when we face off on Showdown. I will take pleasure in locking eyes with you afterwards. Locking eyes with you on the mat looking down at you with no remorse. The Rex Master is going to beat you Brett in more ways than one on Showdown. So get ready cause it's almost showtime. Ta, ta for now loser.

*Rex leaves out of the camera shot as the scene fades*

***SCENE ENDS***

Dynasty #1

Oh Dynasty, it has been so long. And in China of all places. These last two months have been a whirlwind experience. But everything has also been something to learn from. Before I ever came to EAW, I didn’t truly understand what it was like to fight amongst the best wrestlers in the universe. What a wakeup call it was. But I proved I could evolve, and amidst a revolution of new Vixens coming in and turning this division on its head, I’ve managed to be one of the ones that thrived. I’ve been blessed with opportunities that I’ve taken advantage of. There are so many that can’t say that, and at the same time there are just as many who can. There are plenty of Vixens who have had their chances, and they have routinely come up short. There were people who wanted to bury me after I didn’t win the Specialist Scramble. That was your big chance, they’d say, and you blew it. But two weeks later, I won that same title. And I’ve successfully defended it three times now. I’ve won more title matches in the last two months than anyone on the entire EAW roster. I’ve done it with grit and determination and pure will to win. I’ve approached everything with the same business-like attitude that has gotten me to this point. And I’m not done moving forward. Who says someone can’t be the Vixens champion and the Specialist champion? No one. I can defy any odds they put in front of me, and I am just beginning to climb.

People get mad because I want to prove so many things. What’s wrong with proving yourself. There are too many people in EAW who show up entitled and believe they deserve things right off the bat. It feels so much better when you earn it. The blood, sweat and tears are all worth it. I look back now to my early days in EAW, not all that long ago. I was like that. Why I felt entitled… it had to do with my past. I’d won so much in other places, why wouldn’t I win here. I wouldn’t have traded the journey to this place for anything. Just a week ago I faced one of those entitled Vixens in Veena Adams. She was supposed to be holding the Specialist title this week, one she referred to as a hunk of junk, and smiling next to her uncle. Instead, she’s on Dynasty this week trying to work her way back up to whatever next opportunity she thinks she deserves. But next time she gets that shot, she’ll notice that it feels differently. Because she will have earned it. She was thrust into my match by virtue of pulling into a draw with Aria Jaxon. The match idea was flawed, but it was by far the best match Battleground has seen in sometime on the Vixen front. A gutsy performance from three women inside of a steel cage. But once again, I proved myself worthy of championship status. Don’t expect to see anything differently from me anytime soon. And don’t expect me to back down, either.

This week I face another new Vixen with strong lineage. Rey Shamez… the name will have everyone thinking about Kendra everytime they see her on the card. And maybe when they see her in the ring. If Rey knows anything about me, she’ll know that I take every match as seriously as the last. Some people think I’m boring because I come prepared and ready to win. If boring gets me wins… then so be it. I’ve worked my way to this point by being this person. The same one that shows up every week ready to work my ass off and come out a winner. And it’s no different this week against Rey. I too often see a veteran Vixen come into a match against a newer girl and try to big timer. Guess what, I’ve been here longer than you so I’m better than you and you have no chance. This isn’t me vs. Veena. No, that bitch needed humbled. You ask anyone. I’m not here to embarrass you Rey, but I will win this match. People hate me because I want this division to thrive. They say I should be more selfish. Don’t get me wrong, I want to win, but I’ve also learned that every match is a new experience. It’s a new chance to store something in your knowledge bank and get even better. We’ve never faced each other, but I doubt this will be the last time we’re in the ring together. You’ve got a certain glint about you, this shininess that I don’t see going away anytime soon. It’s only a matter of time before you work your way up to earning a title shot, probably for the Specialist Championship. But what you’ll get this week is a championship experience. I hope what you can do is learn from this match no matter what happens. You’re here in EAW fighting with the best in the business. Learning and improving is how you thrive. While being like Veena? Well, that’s how you die. Career-wise of course.

This match is a big opportunity for you and I’m sure you have an upset on your mind. But me, I’m focused on reaching a whole new level. I get this feeling I can get even stronger than I am right now. I hear people talking about me and Eris fighting champion vs. champion, but I’m going to put that to the side for the moment. This week is about me and you. And it’s about someone else this Wednesday on Battleground winning their shot to challenge me for the Specialist title. I will never stop making sure people understand that this title is more than just second place. You think it’s worth nothing? Step up and join the number of fighters that have been proven wrong. I’ll give you everything I’ve got and more this Friday, Rey. And I wish you the best of luck in the future. Just like I’m sure you hope to cement your own legacy as more than just Kendra’s cousin, I’m working on my own legacy. It started as just a girl from Dallas, and grew into a champion making her way through the small-time circuits. It moved on to a girl cutting her teeth among the best in the world, and then grew into her becoming one of a handful to hold a belt. I’m just getting started, and I’m not ready to slow down anytime soon. This is still the beginning of what Cailin Dillon has in store. Buckle up and get ready, because 2016 has a lot more in store.

A Battleground for Chaos... February 2nd 2016, 6:31 am by **Sons of Chaos**

"IT'S GOOD TO BE KING...
IT'S GREAT TO BE A PHENOMENAL KING... FOR YOUR BATTLEGROUND IS UPON YOU..."

"CHAOS ARRIVES TO EAW!"

[ The scene opens up in a pitch black room, barely being able to see Kevin Hunter sitting in a chair at the far end of the table, he rested his hands on the table top, looking straight forward into the camera, an emotionless look on his face as his first lady, Allison stood behind Kevin a tiny smirk slowly formed on his face as Hunter slowly leaned forward linking his fingers together. ]

Kevin Hunter: Kerry Keller...

[ He paused, leaning back against the chair a smile finally forming on his face. ]

Kevin Hunter: Do you actually think, I give a damn about you brother?.. do you actually think EAW is about you... I'm here to be the best damn wrestler in the entire world, on the EAW roster period!.. you line 'em all up EAW, and I will just continue knocking them all down every chance I get... beginning with Kerry Keller, the bloodbath that I am going to leave through the halls of EAW is like NOTHING you will ever see before brothers... Kerry Keller, this Monday night it begins with you, the rise of Kevin Hunter will begin Monday Night at the AMSOIL Arena in Duluth, Minnesota, because not only does Minnesota get to see ME taking my place in EAW... a future World Heavyweight Champion, National Elite Champion or even the NEXT New Breed Champion.

[ A smile formed on Hunter's face, letting the feeling set in before the sold out crowd watching, as the Alpha sat quietly in his chair, Allison sent a smile standing behind 'the King'. ]

Kevin Hunter: Brian Daniels, Tig Kelly and TLA, you hold the championship's this Phenomenal King wants... and I WILL not stop causing Chaos in the ranks of EAW until I have one of those titles in my VERY GRASP!.. every day I wake up, I have this feeling something is missing... something from my life; my career is missing... and when I added my name to that contract, I woke up and that missing feeling, was gone!.. EAW was missing something, I was missing the feeling of calling myself a EAW Superstar... an EAW Champion once and FOR ALL!.. If you saw, King of Elite 8 a new King has come as Eclipse Diemos had to overcame Erebus Jennings, Liam Catterson and Nick Angel and than overcame the onslaught of Aren Mstislav and Lucian Black in the finals of the tournament... but ya see EAW, I am this business... you can ALL call me what you like, people call me Phenomenal, they call me Great, hell I've been called KING.

[ The smile on the Phenomenal Alpha King turned to a cold, blank, emotionless stare as he shook his head, Allison stood still behind Kevin Hunter with a smile of her own on her face, Hunter slowly leaned back against the chair, slightly moving around in his chair. ]

Kevin Hunter: This Monday on Battleground, Kerry will my finest hour... but it will indeed be your final hour, because you see brother, when I'm done with you!.. it will be the night of Kerry Keller's MASSACRE, his COMPLETE BLOODBATH... the King of EAW might have been crowned at King of Elite, but the true PHENOMENAL KING has officially ARRIVED TO Elite Answers... WRESTLING!

[ He smirked, looking back at his lady who had a smile on her face as well, the Phenomenal Alpha King slowly turned his attention back to the EAW camera. ]

Kevin Hunter: I've been all over the world, winning championships everywhere have been... but one promotion has eluded me for years, one promotion called out to me... the initials; E...A...W; Elite... Answers... Wrestling, why did I come to EAW you ask, TO BE THE BEST DAMN WRESTLER EVER... TO BE THE PHENOMENAL KING, to be a champion... and this Monday night at Battleground in the great state of Duluth, Minnesota, the first step in the rise of this Phenomenal King... the rise of the Sons of Chaos officially BEGINS brothers... as of this moment, EAW is going to get BLOODY, I can promise you all that!!

[ The Phenomenal Alpha King stands up from his President seat with a methodical smile on his face as the camera zooms out we find members of the former Enterprise stable; Chris Hunter sitting in the Vice President seat, Simon Sparx sitting in the Sargent-at-Arms seat as well as Kyle O'Brien, Michael Shaw, Sam Steele, Randy Davis and Jesse Bennett sitting in seats, Kevin Hunter and Allison makes their way off the camera frame as the other Members of Chaos soon follow close them as as a graphic hits the screen ]

[ STATIC ]

"TIME TO RIDE TO GLORY"

[ The camera fires up as we are backstage, Kevin Hunter and his Men of Chaos walking down the corridor before being stopped by the backstage reporter, a microphone in hand as he looks towards Kevin Hunter, the Son of Chaos glared at him with evil eyes. ]

Nick the Reporter: Kevin Hunter first of all welcome to Elite Answers Wrestling, but tonight you debut here in EAW on Battleground is against Kerry Keller, but after that on Friday on Dynasty you have Dustin Brasch, your thoughts sir?

Kevin Hunter: First of all, who the hell are you?

Nick the Reporter: It's Ni--

Kevin Hunter: Yeah, yeah... never mind, like I said earlier this week the rise begins tonight... it don't matter about Dustin Branch... Brasch whatever he wants to go by, it's about what comes first and that is tonight, Kerry Keller in the middle of that ring one-on-one, now I don't know this guy very much... but I go into every single match of my career with one thing in sight, causing Pain and CHAOS... that's what these group of men and woman does and it's going to be that same thing I do here tonight to Kerry Keller, this is just the beginning kid, the beginning of what will be the Reign of Chaos.

[ A smirk formed on Kevin Hunter's face, Nick was about to speak again, but before he could, the first lady of the newly Sons of Chaos interrupted, shaking her head back and forth a smile of her own on her face. ]

Allison Knight: Kerry Keller and this Dustin Brasch will be the first to suffer the Wrath of Chaos of Kevin Hunter all on the road to his one way trip to Championship gold, the National Elite Championship currently held by Tig Kelly or even that World Heavyweight Championship currently held by the great, Brian Daniels... one of those two men is on a collision course in the near, near future with the Man of Chaos... with Kevin Hunter, but here tonight Kevin Hunter will bring Kerry Keller DOWN TO HIS KNEES!

[ Kevin Hunter nodded his head up and down, looking from Allison towards the Reporter. ]

Kevin Hunter: Kerr, you can bring all the fight you want tonight... it ain't going to mean a damn thing... the CHAOS will pinch your very damn veins... as this Hunt Devours YOU WHOLE!

[ The Phenomenal Alpha King took one glance at the camera as he backed off the camera, the other members followed behind him as Allison stopped, looking over at the reporter a smile on her face. ]

Allison Knight: Let the Rise of Chaos consume EAW... let the rise of Kevin Hunter becoming ETERNAL in EAW!

[ She continued to smile looking over at the reporter before striding off the cameras frame, following her Men of Chaos, leaving the reporter in silence as the camera slowly fades to a commercial break. ]

Showdown #1

You're not a woman and I don't mean that in an offensive way, because you will not be defined by your gender; you are a competitor who is looking for a match just like I am. I was waiting for this day to come but it feels a little underwhelming. The problem isn't the competition 'cause Cameron Ella Eva might be the fiercest wrestler on the Showdown roster and a person that I highly respect. It isn't the booking because we are main eventing Showdown in a big stakes match. So that still leaves the unanswered question of why I feel as though something just isn't right about this match? First of all, why would I be placed in such a high-profile match with no buildup? The fans have been clamoring for this match for a while and the executives at Showdown had the opportunity to provide one hell of a feud that could have resulted in gangbusters at Reasonable Doubt. Yet, there are two other competitors who are chomping at the chain of Cameron Ella Eva and I'm almost at the verge of being lost in the shuffle once again. It's a shame because I worked my ass off to prove to everyone that I was one of the most dangerous, courageous, and passionate wrestlers on the roster, and I bit my lip and defeated two of the top talents on the roster to prove that I had what it took to win a title. Now I get that opportunity, but it seems as though the waters are murky and something is afoot.

It simply isn't the right time to win the Interwire Championship because two other competitors are likely to get in the way.

I won't be held down to a queue of revolving wrestlers that are waiting in line for a shot at Cameron's title because they put their head down to the mat and scream for a title opportunity. I’m not going to hop over the barricade and jump Cameron from behind in order to make a statement. I'm going to put on my gloves, bite my mouthguard, and go toe to toe with Cameron Ella Eva until only one of us is standing in the middle of ring. I'm not doing this for the money, I'm not that kind of person anymore. I want to wrestle Cameron because I know that deep down inside, that I have more heart, determination, and grit than she does and I want to win a championship for my fans and family. My whole EAW story can be retold as some sort of fairy tale victory but I suffered through pain and humiliation that cameras didn't cover. I had to watch the television with bandages on my head as other people spent time with their families under the Christmas tree while opening up presents. I had to sip through a straw for a month because Dark Demon shattered my jaw when he concussed me with his spinning back elbow. Most importantly, I had to sit and watch Cameron Ella Eva go out and defend her championship every week while I was all but forgotten. There is nothing more painful than knowing that others are doing something that you love and you can't do anything about it.

I've been waiting too damn long for this moment to get a title opportunity. I will not allow Chuck Scene to interfere in our match, and I will not allow TLA to interfere in our match either. They can sit down on their hands and watch from the back just like the rest of the roster while we settle who truly is the best in the company. When I say "the best" I'm not talking about King Lannister or Jamie O' Hara either, because the heavyweight title situation is an absolute joke when you have your champ sitting in a hospital room going up against the man I just defeated on Saturday, Dark Demon... a man that I finished in the second round and what kind of reward does he get for his loss? An EAW Championship shot in his hometown? I just can't get over that logic but I'm not going to sit here and sulk because if he does win the title then I'm just going to have to beat him again.

I can't lose this title match, Cameron. I'm sorry. I can't lose because it would negate everything that I've busted my ass for these last couple of months and there has never been a time where I've felt more stronger and more capable of beating anyone in the world. You might have got excited by seeing my name on the marquee next to yours but you have to realize that I'm in currently on another level from my competition. I'm not saying that as a way of showing cockiness because I sat down in an empty room and I told myself over and over that this would be my year. That 2016 would be the Year of the Samurai and that no one was going to defeat me ever again, and those words have been true so far but I won't lie for mere words. The difference between the guy who was talking all this hype and doing nothing and the current me is that I'm making things a reality. I'm willing to sacrifice my heart and soul to make sure that I never disappoint anyone who believes in me and when you're willing to sacrifice everything...that makes you one of the most dangerous people in the world.

Little by little, people are seeing the courageous things that I do in the ring and I start hearing more cheers everytime I step out of the curtains. This isn't some kind of fad, the buildup is happening in the back of EAW as well as I hear more wrestlers bring up my name in backstage conversations and I now share the bullseye that you once had on your back, Cameron Ella Eva. You had one thing right about me, Cam. I'm not Jason Cage, I'm not TLA, and I'm not Chuck Scene. I'm the man who is going to take your title and continue my wave of momentum into carrying the flagship of EAW into the future. Your past credentials make you a seasoned competitor with a lot of experience but all the knowledge can't trump one thing...heart. You are a Hall of Famer, multi-intergender champion, and soon to be former Interwire Champion... but you are my equal inside and outside the ring. I'm going to be taking you more seriously than I did Dark Demon because you have the full capability of out-wrestling me on Saturday and once again, I am the underdog but I will thrive in this situation. I always do. Everything must eventually come to an end when another journey starts. This is my story and how I became one of the greatest in EAW, and the chapter labeled "Cameron Ella Eva" and I'm in control of what is being written, it will be up to me and me only to determine if it has a happy ending.

This is only the start of something that can be so much more. I expect for a hellacious week in which we not only have everyone buzzing but we create a spectacle that will never be replicated in a match of the year. Let's make this something the rest of EAW always remember.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 1:46 am by **Bhris Elite**

Ah, the moment everyone across the world has been waiting for. The debut of Chris Elite on Showdown. I mean I heard the ratings for KOE were off the roof when the ad came on telling everyone I'd be on Showdown, then of course right after the ad was over ratings dropped. So I'm sorry to everyone who won because I am the reason not everyone knows you won. I mean I'm the only real reason to tune into KOE or any show for that matter. Now you guys probably think I'm just talking out of my ass but I mean did Carlos get an ad? No, no he didn't because old hags who bring you up every time they can just for cool points don't deserve an ad. People who run with their tail between their legs so they don't have to get their ass beat by Drastik again don't deserve an ad. Me on the other hand the man who made Dynasty worth watching, the man who made 3 nobodies pull out their "Best" stuff to try and top his skill is the one who deserves an ad. You are looking at that man. I'll give Showdown one thing at least I don't feel everyone I go against isn't someone who I think I can beat with a blindfold, my arms tied behind my back and my legs shackled. I mean on Showdown the guys I face at least eliminate the arms being tied and my legs shackled but keep the blindfold.

First opponent I'll end up beating on with just a blindfold on is Merek Blackfyre. Another thing about you guys on Showdown well EAW as a whole you guys are just obsessed with shit like Game of Thrones, Lord of The Rings or 300. I mean it's like everywhere I turn around either the ring name or finishing name is based off of one of those shitty things I just brought up. Now according to this thing I was reading my opponent is a bastard child. Now after all the pictures I seen of him I can perfectly understand the reasoning for that. I also know the reason WMW crumbled and it's because the talent was so bad that this guy won a title. Now, I'm sure you will probably brag about having some type of world title and me not having any just like everyone else has. I'm also sure if you did do enough research on me you would know I've accomplished absolutely nothing in EAW because of the amount of times I left. Now that I eliminated all of that what can you say now Merek? Oh, maybe you can tell everyone I'm not as talented as I say I am. However, after Showdown when I defeat you the fans and myself would determine that is a lie. I mean not only would that determine that is a lie but if you go look at my past matches and the things I pulled off that would pretty much cancel out "Me not being talented enough" from the get. So what else can this man possibly say that I haven't heard already? I'm to cocky for my own good? I mean I don't see the problem with that I mean I bark a lot yeah but trust me I bite too. While others who are "To cocky" just bark and don't bite. Not me though I do both everything I say I back up once that bell rings. Refuse to believe me? Want to act blind towards the facts? Well let's see how long that last's when you get in the ring with me and realize it for yourself. Merek I know how much you are looking forward to being the Mad King but first of all King of Elite was yesterday and an old "Friend" of mine won that and second of all Merek well... You are no king of mine. You are no king to anyone here you are just like any other generic fuck who claims to be king or god or anything of that matter. You are just the same bastard son you'll always be and if the reasoning for you being a bastard isn't clear to everyone else already it will soon become clear after Showdown. Say you're worst Merek.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 12:35 am by **Aiden Deimos**

OOC: IDK if I posted this in the right place so let me know if I didn't. Thanks y'all.

SHOWDOWN PROMO

A young silent Aiden sits calmly in the corner of the room. This room was a classroom, the desk neatly organized in rows facing the chalkboard as if this organization will stop children from talking to one another and passing notes. He looks around the room. On the walls were those motivational posters that every kid just thinks dumb, like a guy bungee jumping and underneath reads the words “TRUST The Beginning to Everything”.

As he looked at all the kids you can see the different cliques. The jocks with their Varsity Letter Jackets, sitting toward the front of the class due to the fact their coaches forced them too to stay out of trouble. Then spattered in between where the know-it-alls, the kids that made it their life goals to piss everyone else in the classes feel dumb. Behind them where the normal people, the kids that were there because they hadn’t found a way to convince their parents that they were actually sick and were forced to come to a school but they just fell asleep and would pass the class just from the few seconds they actually did pay attention.

Then there was kids like Aiden, the very few there was, he was the type of child that went to school not for an education, but an escape from home, it was to the point he would purposely get put into detention just so he had an hour longer away from home. He typically sits by himself. Wearing a XXL sweatshirt that was way too big for him, but he wore it all the same, mainly because he needed something big enough to cover all of the bruises, as well something largest enough not to touch the burns and broken ribs hidden underneath. He looks blankly at the teacher his stomach growling with hunger. Yet, he listens all the same. The math teacher looks calmly across the rows of students talking as the sun shines off of his bald head.

Teacher: So as the variable of “x” increases to the…

A high pitched screech rips through the air, leaving that annoying ring that last for a few minutes in everyone’s ears. You hear a click from the speaker system.

Principle: Good Afternoon students and staff, time for this afternoons announcements.

This is the moment students would zone out and begin talking to their friends around them. Aiden sat silently his face firmly tucked into his elbow, laying on the desk surface. You can smell the ever so faint aroma of vomit, which came from the trashcan 10 feet away. Aiden just laid there…waiting for the time he was allowed to leave. He did his best not to get in trouble because tonight, was wrestling night. The only night of the week he wanted to be home.

Principle: Thank you for your time Woodrow Wilson High, have a great weekend.

Aiden stands up and races toward the door his shoulder slightly clipping the edge of the door as he storms out. He weaves his way through the crowd their heads turn watching this kid literally run out of the room his jean have multicolored patches in the knees and one in the rear thigh.

He finally turns off of the main road and toward a house. The house was two story house. The yard seemed worn, the grass spotty with a rusted old swing set in the front lawn. The house itself seems very old. On the first floor had one window through it you can see and old style television.

Later that night he was sitting in front of the television watching old OBW. He turned the sound up to cover the sound of his parents fighting. But as the show came to an end there was a commercial, the commercial was for a school to train in professional Wrestling. Aiden, then a 16 year old junior, decided to go to visit the school.

Aiden and his father pulled up to the front of the facility. It was a gigantic warehouse with windows that line the top of the building. As you approach a door, on the walkway was a sign. The sign was black with golden letters written behind it. It read, “The Windsor School of Wrestling.” As he walks into the building he looks across the building. Multiple rings are set up in the center of the room. On the far wall are pictures of men that walked through the school. A total of 4 “stars” Kyle Jordans, Ryan Owens, Freddy Danielson, and Bobby Graff. Completely in awe a smile comes across his face.

A man that is standing in the middle of the ring stops to the opening of the door. His black hair, surrounding the edges of his face drench in sweat. He limps calmly to the edge of the ring and leans against the top rope. He looks straight into Aiden’s eyes and smiles.

Trainer: You must be Aiden.

Ten years have passed and Aiden is sitting calmly in a dimly lit room, the light flickering above him. The paint on the walls seem to be slowly peeling off like the ever flow of a waterfall. The plaster underneath crumbling to the floor with every step above. Aiden remains still, listening, listening to the sirens that seem all so familiar, the sirens that he heard every night as he laid his head to bed. This was his first apartment, sure it was a complete and utter piece of shit. Aiden thinks back to the good times in this room, like the time his mother walked in after his first ever match, you can see she had tears in her eyes from the ever-growing worry as the match went on. He smiled at the thought of it, his teeth straight in white, after his mother worked hours upon hours of overtime to pay for braces, after his first fight, to fix his formally crooked teeth. He looks across at the door, the door which had a small hole in it, from the day he first moved in on his own and his dad threw a glass bottle at him and it crashed into the door. Some memories…memories. He sighed.

Aiden Deimos: I have overcame and conquered, I have clawed and scratched, I have been broken and have bled on my way to this moment. This moment that a 13 year old Aiden had dreamed of. From the first day I moved into this broken down dump, which I was proud to call home. To the moment I walked into the EAW Offices and signed to be a part of this company, to now my sights have been set on a goal and have never wavered. And after Showdown, this Saturday, my dream has will be fulfilled, and will be the birth of another.

Aiden leans back in his chair, tilts his head back and breaths in deeply his chest expands as his lungs inflate with the smell of old wood, and a slight sent of gas.

Aiden Deimos: I have been granted my debut match against Vic Vendetta, one match in which I have waited my entire career to have. You see Vic, I don’t care what you say, I don’t care what you think, and hell…I don’t care what anyone on the Showdown Roster thinks of me. Because when the dust settles, one thing will be perfectly clear, that Aiden Deimos has arrived to EAW with a goal in mind. It’s not enough for me to be on the roster, now its time for me to go to the top.

He takes another deep breath as you can hear footsteps and mumbling from the floor above. Aiden chuckles remembering listening in on the fights that would always take place as Friday night came to a close and Monday began, usually beginning with a loud slam of the not yet damaged door above.. He looks calmly across the room and continues as the noise begins to fade out.

Aiden Deimos: Vic, many opportunities have come to you across your career, but now it’s my turn to make and impact, and you will be just the first example of what I have trained so long to become. It’s my turn to rise to the top of this industry one match at a time, and Vic you will be the first stone laid in front of me on my way to what I want. Mark My Words!

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 2nd 2016, 12:31 am by **showster26**

Dynasty Promo #2

The scene opens inside a mid-size sound studio, currently it is the home for the set of 'The Shout-Out Show starring "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels'. Several members of the crew chat indistinctly as Michaels walks in flanked closely behind by his agent Johnny J., and T.J. Yoder.

Michaels: "Okay people, time is money, my money to be exact; and I don't want to waste any of it because one of you couldn't put down the ham sandwich, and focus on what he was paid to do."

The members of the crew disperse with the conversation, and take their respective positions handleing lighting, cameras, ECT. As T.J. approaches Michaels with a hand full of notes.

T.J.: "Mister Michaels, here are those print outs of the King Of Elite results you wanted. I also have the list of matches that are scheduled to take place during the tour of Asia."

Michaels: "Very good kid, go ahead and grab yourself a smart water."

T.J.: "Mark, Can I ask why you wanted that match list?"

Michaels: "First, when we're in public it's Mister Michaels, remember that. Second, I'm going to be over seas for a while, and I wanted to keep up with our release schedule. I mean god only knows what the WiFi situation is in China..."

Michaels turns his attention to Johnny.

Michaels: "... Did you ask about those arangments for T.J.?"

Johnny: "Yes I asked, but kennels usually don't take children, and the one that I did won't keep him for a month."

Michaels:" Damn. I guess he has to tag along, book him a seat on our flight. But make it business class, I don't want to spoil him."

Johnny: "Consider is done. Now after you're done taping here; you got a few interviews, a Dynasty ad spot, and a quick sparring match to shake off any rust. After that, we head out for Beijing."

Michaels: "Simple as that?"

Johnny: "Well if you consider this Evan Stark guy easy..."

Michaels (interrupting): "Yes Johnny, I do consider him easy."

Johnny: "Well in any case, you'll have a lot on your plate this week, so try and keep focused on the match."

Michaels: "Johnny, what's got you so uptight? You keep going on and on about that Evan Stark guy, you'd think you were his agent. Did you forget that the same guy your so worried about me slipping up against, is nothing more than a gutless, heartless, and as far as I'm concerned, Ball less piece of chicken shit! I mean the guy has a good outing against Dynasty's punching bag, and now all of a sudden I'm suppose to be afraid of him? I think you need to get your head checked John."

Johnny: "And I think you need to get yours pull out from your ass! In case you haven't noticed, you haven't had the best of months. You got a DQ win over Tig Kelly, but you didn't win the title. You got beat down by Zack Crash, and lost a match to him the next week, and I don't care how many guys showed up to ringside, at the end of the day you still lost Mark! Now the last thing we need right now, is for you to take your eye off the ball and lose another match. Because one match, becomes one month, then a year, then a decade, and then when it's time to call it a career, you'll have absolutely nothing to show for it. No Championships, no awards, no money! so would it kill you to look at a guy who at this moment has more accolades than you do, as a viable threat?"

Michaels: "First off John, I already know how this month has gone. It hasn't been the best start to a year, but unlike Evan, I'm not gonna turn and run away just because things are a little tougher than expected. Instead I'm to go out there, beat the ever loving shit out of Evan Stark, and in doing so, send a message to every last petty hater in this world, that Mark Michael isn't just a pretty face. And if they don't learn that this Friday, than I'll have to do it again next week, and the week after that, and so on; until they finally recognize me as the greatest professional athlete to ever step thru the ropes! That I am the psychical embodiment of Perfection! And when they do, they'll have no other choice than to join the Millions upon millions of people, who have chosen me to be their hashtag Hero.

That's about the long and short of it, and not one little doubting jackass can do anything about it. Not Evan Stark, not John Conning, nobody can do a goddamn thing to stop me! And whether you believe me or not, I guarantee that by the end of this month, you will be Picturing THAT!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a show to do."

Michaels walks away from Johnny to his spot just before the green screen, and dawns his favorite pair of Gucci Aviators.

Announcer (Distant): "It's the Shout-Out Show, and now here's your hosr, Mark Michaels!!!!!!!!"

Michaels steps into the shot as the camera fades to black.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 1st 2016, 11:41 pm by **Lioncross**

Sorry, Carlos Rosso, you're on your own this week.

See, I accidentally hit my head on a cupboard. I got a concussion, according to Lyuncrust's Official Concussion Protocol. I went to my trainer, my doctor, and they all cleared me, but Lyuncrust didn't clear me yet and his opinion is the one that matters the most. I can walk, I can see, I can drive, I can even train, but nope, I'm not getting cleared. So, I'm going to have to ruin the moment for a bunch of people: Carlos Rosso, Jason Cage, and all of the fans who love seeing me. No expert in the medical field can override the opinion of Lyuncrust. Ah well, at least Carlos and Cage can have a one-on-one match because Clark Duncan's probably going to weasel out, too.

I'm probably the second person to use Lyuncrust's Official Concussion Protocol; Clark may be the first. Carson Ramsay apparently broke Clark's head on Voltage a while ago, which is apparently why Clark couldn't defend his title at King of Elite. That's why he's now had to think about Ramsay the Maniac for another week. It's not because he's scared of Crazy Carson, knowing and recognizing that his title run could have come to an end at King of Elite. Clark didn't run away, because if he tried to run, his concussion would've run him into the walls. Crud, I can't make any more of these jokes. Clark, you might be a good guy and a great business person, but you did the one thing I hate the most about championship reigns.

...I hate running away from competition. I've defended titles before while light in the head, and lost titles while light in the head. It didn't stop me from going out there to give the fans what they want. As for Clark, regardless of how legitimate his injury might have been, he got a title match postponed. I find it kinda hard to believe that this can even happen in wrestling nowadays. Obviously, even if I was a little hurt, I'd be at Showdown to team up with Carlos Rosso, somebody I'm very familiar with. People have called us friends seeing as we were in CWF for a long time, but we really weren't friends or enemies. That doesn't matter. We're tag team partners, and even though I've only really had one tag team partner in my career, I'll have to make do. And, I don't foresee that being too big of a problem.

As for Jason Cage, I can respect him more. He got a win over Cameron Ella Ava, if you look past the other losses, and he's probably one of the best submission guys in the world. In fact, he'll probably have a very simple message for me after he goes all Webster on a word or phrase...

...screw it, you all know what it is. All I can say about that is, he'll have to lock a hold in first. And, if the blueprints go to plan, it'll be tougher to do that to me now than ever in my career. I noticed that my wins here in EAW haven't come from speed or power. They've come from knowing when my opponent's telegraphing something. They've come from knowing where my opponent is going to be, as well as where he is. I used the King of Elite break to turn these skills into something I hope will frustrate you until you get aggressive and hotheaded and you do something stupid. Cage, I have a message for you.

Counter........... or Flounder!......

.............

Counter............. or get down......ter!

.............

Damn it.

Okay, looks like I won't have anything for fans to chant other than my name. I can live with that.

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