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"Everybody can be great. Because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love."

- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

It is true, a heart to love others is what captures our success nowadays. In a way, Elitists and Vixens have their hearts set toward this business. And one way or another, someone has served this place in order to be where they're at today. You cannot give me one person that hasn't made their name "great" by serving this company. This is why I have to salute guys like Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He was full of wisdom and knowledge, also a God-fearing man that I look up to. He was all about peace, which is going on in this display between myself and Brian Daniels. We both respect one another and would go about nothing else but show it. The only thing that plagues between us is "doubt." There are some that doubt Brian Daniels can defeat me to retain the title because his recent trailblazing success over various household names. They doubt that he could keep it up against the Prodigal Son. On the other hand, losing, downfalls and temporary failure has created doubts for the Heart Break Boy's favor. Whomever comes out of this contest as the losing man will face even further doubts. Brian Daniels will face the doubts of being the man of his word to defeat the guy that he seemingly looks up to. I will face the doubts of being able to grab the big one ever again.

This is where learning shows up. I want to show Pizza Boy how to either triumph into a big victory, up close and personally or how to face a huge defeat when all eyes and ears are waiting to hear the Heart Break Boy as EAW World Heavyweight Champion, just one more time. I understand that many try to cite a poor example of a mentor that I am. They believe that I'm gold-craving. They want to rebuke my intentions as a God-fearing man. I understand, but they must also understand that I'm a child of a King. I'm a child of someone who wants me to be a champion, with the title or without. These are some things that people don't want to look at. Sometimes I have discerned they use this excuse based off their pride. Because they want me to frown. They want me to become depressed off the fact that I'm not holding onto my word of desiring championships since my return. I have indeed placed this fact in my head but I always say if opportunities come with patience, why not go ahead to achieve that success? I don't want to take credit for any accomplishment. I want to give it all unto the Glory of God.

My opponents this week, Rhaegar and Tig Kelly are a couple guys that I have had the privilege to face one-on-one against. With Rhaegar, our contest could have went either way. On the flip-side, Tig Kelly's motivation wasn't up to par. But I still admire his abilities and the fact that he's a champion in this business. I admire it so much that I don't want to exclude his worth for this match against the rising team of Stand & Deliver. I just can't say the same for his partner, who has the similar obsession of Xavier Williams putting his hands on Thomas Minns. The only thing that seems right about this one, Rhaegar is doing it for a purpose to take the National Elite Championship. I can't hate or dispute a man with a desire to achieve. And I would be dumb to step in the middle of it. In this match, I have no choice but to step up because they're not facing each other for a title as of right now. They're facing each other for a benefit, though. Great champions can fight with their enemies. Greater people know how to fight with their enemies. The greatest person that stepped foot on this earth trained an enemy, knowing even later of his betrayal. If Rhaegar doesn't have that passion then let it be so that Stand and Deliver can easily hand over their defeat as I go off to focus on Brian Daniels. If not, then let's go heads up. I'm not the type of guy to back down from NO man. There are those that brag that they place "fear" in my heart. This falsification is the reason why I am what I say. I'm real and I'm going to keep it real. Even their fans see the flaw in their minds that believe these certain untrue things. In fact, I'm ready to show how much these kind of things never come to pass.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 18th 2016, 1:05 pm by **Bloody Jack**

DYNASTY PR0M0 #1

Have you ever had that significant other in your life that once you broke up with them, realized how bad they were for you; how much of a leech they were upon your life? Have you bathed in the peace of your life was after that person leaves you? But when they inevitably return, despite logic and reason, run predictably back into their arms because of misplaced nostalgia? I feel this has become the relationship between EAW and Drastik! Right now EAW is in the “honeymoon” stage of this rekindled disaster of a relationship, with everything being nothing but sunshine and rainbows. But sooner or later, everyone will eventually remember the reason why Drastik left EAW in the first place, and how ugly that break up was! Then they’ll realize how little of their affection Drastik deserves, and in typical fashion, he’ll sulk off to another company when he doesn’t get what he wants, hoping they’ll shower him with the attention he craves. It absolutely makes me sick to my stomach as the “Board of Directors” squabbled over your contract and jurisdiction! I felt like I was watching a bunch of pre-teens arguing over the latest issue of some Teeny Bop magazine over which member of the latest boy-band is cuter. Allow me to humble you a little bit and remind you Drastik that if I were still in power, you would NOT be getting anything close to this kind of treatment! I only resigned you because I knew your presence would insert a little bit on controversy, and thus generate more ratings and revenue for my company. I didn’t do it because of your talent, I didn’t do it because I felt EAW needed you or even wanted, it was all just a marketing scheme and nothing more. But as I feared, I’m not the one in charge anymore, and in that short time we’ve already gone back to status quo that existed before of licking the boots of giant assholes who believe they’re entitled to anything and everything! All of this naturally reinforces your belief that this is what you deserve. Well whether or not I’m chairman, that’s something I intend to stop! It’s about time someone told the spoiled brat in you no; that you can’t always get what you want! Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for this moment Drastik? You’ve always been an entitled little shit, and it’s exactly that same attitude of yours that destroyed my reign as World Heavyweight Champion. You just walked in and took the spotlight that should’ve been focused on me! Why? Because you’re selfish! Well hope you enjoyed it the first time, because it isn’t happening a second time! You are NOT going to just walk in and instantly get your top spot handed to you on a silver plate. Like the rest of us, you’re going to have to fight for it! A fight, I notice, you’re already finding to be harder than you probably imagined. You don’t know how much I enjoyed seeing Scott Oasis kick you out of the running for King Of Elite. Everyone said it was quite the upset, except I don’t see it that way. I see it as someone with talent beating a person who is more used to handouts than earning his keep. This pattern will repeat itself this week on Dynasty, because if you think Scott Oasis gave you a run for your money, then I’m going to rob you blind! Scott Oasis is NOTHING compared to my skill in that ring! Every punch and kick I throw is going to hold the weight of every moment you stole from me all those years ago, and it’s going to hurt. I'm going to show you and everyone who ever kissed your ass that it was I who should've been the focus of 2013, not you! You’re not the biggest thing in EAW anymore Drastik…I am! Perhaps you aren’t up to date, but while you were whoring yourself off somewhere else, I took over this place. Now I’m what matters here! Now I’m the Best In The World! Your glory days here have “sailed” away. This is my EAW Drastik, and it's your turn to be my little bitch!

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 18th 2016, 2:03 am by **showster26**

Dynasty Promo

The scene opens inside the home of EAW's self Proclaimed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. Michaels (along with his agent Johnny J.) is in a somewhat foul mood tonight, as he can't help but to be disappointed with the outcome of his match with Zack Crash just a few nights before.

Michaels;"Unbelievable. Just, unbelieveable!"

he says in disgust while he scrolls thru his social media timeline.

Johnny: "I know Mark, you had Crash right where you wanted him and then ..."

Michaels (interrupting): "Whoa, whoa, whoa Johnny, I wasn't upset about the match, I was upset about that Green Bay game from yesterday, I mean Rodgers threw one hell of a pass with only five seconds left to tie it all up, only to lose in overtime. you talk about shitty outcomes. It was almost as shitty as the one I got in that match last Friday. I had Zack Crash right where I wanted him, and then out come the Iconomy, and their new errand boy, to cost me the match. I tell you John, the haters are going to have a field day with this. They'll run their mouths with all kinds of crap like, (Sarcastic whining voice) You didn't beat Crash, he pinned you in the middle of the ring, you're followers are all spam acounts. (Normal voice) But all of that will pale in comparison to a week of hearing Zack Crash talk about how he beat me single handedly, when in reality, it took almost half a dozen men to save his greasy haired, hillbilly, chicken shit, ass!

Johnny: "You're right about that one Mark, I can't begin to tell you just how P.O.'ed I was about that match. What reason did the Iconomy have to be out there anyways?"

Michaels: "Why? I'll tell you why Johnny, it's because their haters, and haters are gonna hate, plain and simple. Oh sure, they could have done something more productive with their time, like I don't, sticking to getting their asses whipped in their own damn matches."

Johnny: "WHat about this whole Zack Crash connection? you think there's any truth to them banding together with him?"

Michaels: Banding together? What you mean like one of those crappy cover bands that can only make a living off of other people's hard work? You know now that I think about it, that actually fits the Iconomy to a Tee. No one gives a rat's ass about J.J. Silva, or Chris Elite, or... I think their names are Dopey, and Doc, whatever, the point is they know that I bring headlines wherever I go, they also know that I would have kicked all their asses if they would have climbed into the ring with me, so they stood around like a bunch cowards, and cost me my match just so that they could get some free press!"

Johnny:"Well that does actually make sense, but what if what they're saying is actually true? What if The Iconomy have teammed up with Zack Crash?"

Michaels: "To be honest John, I don't really know if they've joined up with ol' Zacky, so I guess I'll just have to ask them the next time I see them. And after they awnser that question, their going to answer for sticking their big, ugly, noses in my business."

Johnny: "Wait a second Mark, you can't take them on all alone, it suicide!"

Michaels: "Johnny, I'm never alone. Did you forget that I have millions, upon millions of followers? Or that those said followers, have recognized the fact that I am the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots? That they know that I am the Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero, the Destiny of Dynasty, The Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly of all, their undisputed Social Media Champion, have you forgotten Johnny?"

Johnny: "Of course I haven't Mark."

Michaels: "Good, becuase it seems as though the Iconomy need a reminderm and one way or another I'm going to give them one that they will never forget, so you better start Picturing That!"

WITH THAT THE PICTURE FADES TO BLACK.

Battleground Promo #4

"Vendetta"

(Cloud walks into the arena with her gym bag and signature C9 headphones. She greets the security crew while going through the metal detector, and continues to make her way down the corridor. She says hello to a couple of EAW staff, a gives a few Elitists fist bumps. She walks into the Vixens locker room to find Cailin and Tarah dressing in practice attire. Tarah greets Cloud with a nod as she leaves the room.)

Cloud: Morning Ms. Specialist.

Cailin: Hey Cloud! (Hugs)

Cloud: (hugs back) Hey Cailin. What's up?

Cailin: I'm about to do some training for a bit. Wanna join?

Cloud: (putting stuff away) Sure. I wanna be prepared for tomorrow. I'm tired of Eris and her cougar girlfriend yapping off at the mouth.

Cailin: I like it. The more shit-talking they do, the more satisfied I'll feel after beating them.

Cloud: You love shutting people up?

Cailin: There's nothing better in the world. Besides seeing you in a bath of course (winks)

Cloud: (laughs) Excuse me?

(Cailin shows Cloud her phone. Taking a look at it, Cloud's eyes widen with surprise.)

Cloud: She...invited you?

Cailin: Miss Manami? Yeah. She figured you needed someone who fought with and against you as your partner, preferably someone who's battled your opponents.

Cloud: So...you're coming to Japan with me?

Cailin: (raised eyebrow) You sound disappointed.

Cloud: (blushing) No-uh No! I'm not Cailin! I'm just...shocked is all. She didn't mention anything about this to me!

Cailin: She probably wanted to surprise you.

Cloud: She would've given me a heart attack that's for sure.

Cailin: (laughs) So you're okay with it?

Cloud: (smiles faintly) I am.

Cailin: (smiles) Good.

----

The night before our big match, one would say the time for talk is over, but that would defeat the purpose of this promo. I tried to be civil about this Eris. I tried to be fun, I tried to approach this in a light manner to get the EAW universe talking...but tonight I will speak my mind.

You will lose tomorrow Team Hexagun. You will lose because you're full of yourselves. You will lose because you underestimate your opponents and their potential to work as a cohesive unit. It's going to be one hell of fight, but one of you will be pinned or will submit. I say this not out of arrogance, but experience. You beat me twice Eris or rather your partners had beat Haruna. Sakazaki-san isn't here, the one missing independent variable for tomorrow night. Luzmala isn't in the match but I'm sure he'll be in the building. I warned Raven Lee to come at me as a wrestler and not as something she's not and I beat her. Maddie tried to be more than what she was...and I beat her. Sheridan Müller...beat her. Serena Ji? Came to me as a luchadora...nothing more, nothing less and she beat me. Sexy Curry wasn't an organic creation between Haruna and myself. We were pushed as corporate hype and was treated as such. Like a fabrication, our team fell apart. Congratulations Hexagun you've exploited our obvious weakness!

There is no fabrication with this team. We are three vixens with a vendetta. For me, Monday will be but a taste of what's in store for you come King of Elite. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and you cannot deny that there's a part of you that's curious about what I'll bring to the table.

HBG I don't need to prove shit to you. I'd worry more about what Dillon-san has planned for you. And Maddie? Tarah is going to have so much fun with you.

Tomorrow night we bring the pain. You guys bring the wine and cheese.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 11:53 pm by **Amadeus**

"So the Iconomy is not as dead in the water as they appear ... good ..."

ONI stands on top of a building, looking down at a nighttime cityscape. A wan smile stretches his features, but his ice-blue eyes are predatory, as if he's moments away from swooping from the rooftop and snatching a passerby from the streets.

"I don't think that it was far fetched to believe that the Iconomy was on its way out, with or without the Sanatorium's piling dirt upon their corpse. Chris Elite and JJ Silva had turned on Eclipse Diemos. Their newest recruit Greg Ward was tragically sidelined with an injury immediately after joining the fold. There was talk of the remaining two pursuing endeavors on their own. I felt a sense of disappointment. A significant part of me wanted to have the Iconomy around, to serve as an example of why you should not carelessly toss away a monster like Eclipse. I wanted the Iconomy around, alive and kicking, so we could show the world the Sanatorium was a force to be reckoned with. For without a significant adversary to prove our mettle against, we'd forever be untested, unproven. I suppose we could have set our sites on Hexa-gun, but isn't that a little passe these days? It seems like it's the entire federation against Hexa-gun. The Sanatorium forges its own path. And to be honest, their message of bringing the extreme back to EAW is quite agreeable. After all, what fun is bloodsport without weapons? Hexa-gun makes sense. Why would I want to destroy them?"

ONI contemplates for a moment, and then begins laughing.

"Well, other than for the sheer fun of it? There's that. But no, as I said, fighting Hexa-gun is far too overdone. I won't seek out conflict with any of them, unless they find themselves in my path. So what does that leave? Stand and Deliver? Pizza and Heart Break Boy are no slouches when it comes to wrestling, but their team doesn't quite have the gravitas of a more well established name. And despite how some mock the Iconomy, despite how their names have become somewhat tarnished by their lack of success recently, the names JJ Silva and Chris Elite still carry weight, especially together. The two have been through wars in the ring, have fought bloody battles against some of the best that EAW has to offer, as JJ Silva is known to reference. Again. And again. And again. He does go on sometimes, doesn't he? And even before, I had no doubt that the match at Battleground would be hard-fought, a good test of the Sanatorium's prowess. But my anticipation of the coming match was lacking slightly in savor. It seemed like the Iconomy was shattering and fragmenting without any action on our part. I stand by what I said earlier, that The Sanatorium is not here to replace the Iconomy. We are a completely different ideal from what they preach. Our goal is not the Iconomy's destruction. But I'd be lying if I said that I wouldn't enjoy contributing to its demise. Instead, it seemed that I would have to be satisfied with being like a carrion bird, feasting on a bloated corpse. How boring. Where is the savor in that?

"And then, Zach Genesis joined the Iconomy. I won't pretend to understand why a self-proclaimed 'Lone Ranger' would join forces with the likes of The Iconomy. Seems a little out of character, now doesn't it? Ah, but evolution is the name of the game. Perhaps his early exit from the King of Elite tournament left him reexamining his options and the thought of having the support of two other veterans made sense to him. Will a man who seems like such an individualist be able to coexist with the massive egos of Chris Elite and JJ Silva? I certainly hope they will, at least for a little while. With Zach Genesis in the fold, the Iconomy regains a little bit of the shine that they seemed to have lost. I remember when he was a dominant Interwire Champion. The only thing that stripped him of that title was himself, when he departed. Should he regain that form, that dominance, the Iconomy will truly be a force to be reckoned with. A true challenge for the Sanatorium. I thrive on competition. That's one thing that has not changed, even when I was Dynamo Go. I wanted the bigger battles, the tougher foes. I want to be pushed to my limits. It's how I will evolve, become better, conquering more. The act of destroying a powerful foe enriches me, makes me deadlier. An Iconomy as it was Thursday is not the same challenge as it is today with the addition of Zach Genesis.

"JJ Silva ... you must play a very different game of chess than most people do. Chess with no rules now? How quaint! Is the winner the one who sticks the king in his opponent's eye? Sounds fun. Still, when you climb in the ring with Eclipse and I, it won't be like chess. Chess is controlled. Chess is strategic. In chess, you have time to plan your moves. In wrestling, instinct plays a much higher role. Instinct and reflexes. This will be a wild fight, I can assure you of that. You think you know Eclipse? You think that because you beat him the last time you squared off in the ring that it means victory is still assured? That would be like saying if you beat Dynamo Go, you could beat me, ONI. The Eclipse that you faced last time is not the same Eclipse you will face Monday. He has renewed purpose, a family to fight for, vengeance to gain. He's not the lost monster or wolf pretending to be a dog -to call back to my earlier metaphor. And he is fighting with someone that he can trust. Someone who thinks as he does. Someone who understands the madness in his mind. I daresay you won't recognize the Eclipse that you face Monday night.

"Battleground will certainly live up to its name, especially in the coming months. After all, it's the only place where the Iconomy and the Sanatorium can meet, what with us being on different shows. Probably for the best, in the minds of the higher ups. Were we on the same show, I'm certain that very quickly one group would be torn to bloody shreds. I'm sure you can guess who I believe would still be standing. But the feud would end, and too quickly for those in power to profit from our bloodshed. But as it stands now, they can draw out this feud, wring every dollar that they can from our battles in the ring. That is their way. To me, it makes no matter. I am a patient man. I patiently waited for Eclipse to realize he was destined to be much more than a lackey in the Iconomy. I waited patiently for him to realize that EAW needs The Sanatorium. I can wait patiently to humble the Iconomy. This Monday is only the beginning, the first battle of many. The Sanatorium's opening salvo. There will be blood she on both sides. There will be times of uneasy silence. Make no mistake, though. The Sanatorium will never forget. A reckoning will come for Chris Elite, JJ Silva, Zach Genesis, and Greg Ward -should he have the ill-fortune to return before the dust settles. Let the fat cats grow fatter on our work. Let the masses cheer for our bloodshed. Those things don't matter.

"All that matters, my dear Iconomy, is that The Sanatorium grows stronger. The inmates are loose, and they're out for blood."

Fade to laughter.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 11:43 pm by -

Battleground Promo #2

You know, there's a saying that goes: Within all great men, lies a woman. Now I see that applies for the leader of the Sanatorium, Eclipse Diemos. When are you going to learn that you were never meant to be in this industry? Time in and time out.. it's always ended the same way. Must I really have to say it? Oni seems to think I'm a weak link.. which makes me laugh considering I beat Eclipse on several occasions in my career. How about the most recent one when Chris and I both beat your precious Eclipse at Road To Redemption. We beat him square in the center of the ring with even numbers and all.. he just can't beat me. Not with you. Not with Victor.. not even with god. I'm untouchable when the name Eclipse Diemos comes up. The fact of the matter is -- this is a warzone.

I like your analogy, Oni. The battlefield is chaos. I'd like to consider it like a human game of chess. The thing about chess and the real world is that there are no rules. There are knights who fall, and pawns that betray. And if you let your guard down, Oni, it's checkmate. I know.. I KNOW, I can beat your chess pawn. You know, Oni, you have some nerve coming back and making such harsh claims to The Iconomy. You're no different than the rest of the pack trying to make their name but the only difference is you don't mind going around being the sidekick. Your entire being is a nuisance. At this point I'd rather be on Dynasty wrestling a mop for 20 minutes. I'll give you some credit for your intelligence -- and return the fight to show you just why I am a next generation god. You've been here before.. you've seen the light at the end of the tunnel and it was Eclipse who darkened it at the time.. and it'll be Eclipse once more that'll be the reason you never make it to a championship reign. I never will doubt your abilities, Oni. You have a gift. The only difference between us is I am destined to for glory. Your personal opinions cannot contain the magnitude that The Iconomy presents. We are far more dangerous than you could possibly imagine and that's just why we will beat you on Battleground. Checkmate.

Eclipse! This is about Oni.. as much as he wants to be apart of this it's not about him. It's about you.. and it's about me. and this will be your ultimate decision.. what's it going to be? Fight me like the past.. or raise the ante? We are on our final tour with this one and the entire world is watching. It will end very soon. There will be no mysteries in this run! You know what I can do and vise versa.. this time I'm taking it all. I'm not the same kid who took a box cutter to the edges of your mouth.. I'm not the guy who organized your own family to completely tear you apart. This is a new JJ Silva.. a far more dangerous JJ Silva. We will take a new approach to this and call it the beginning of the end of one of the most historical feuds in the indy's. I said this would be the year I captured gold and I will begin this year with closing the door of all my past and opening the door for a new light to shine.. The light of Silva.

Divided We Stand, Untied We Conquer.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 11:41 pm by **VENTURA.**

Dynasty Promo

[Reflect on Past Memories]

"Tig Kelly, allow yourself a couple of minutes to be in isolation
and to think deeply of the words that I am about to say."

I want you to reflect upon life for just some time.

Think about your mother, the being that brought you life in order to enjoy the world that you inhabit on.

Think about your father, the being that co-produced with your mother in order to have a long-lasting bond with their son.

Think about your loved ones, the ones that are constantly close to you and always make you happy throughout times of sadness and peril.

Now, imagine a scenario in which each and every single one of these individuals somehow receives a part of your body and a cup of your own blood. Picture the absolute shock that will appear in all of their faces, as the man that they knew as Tig Kelly would no longer appear to be the same ever again.

Don't push my boundaries.

Tig Kelly, it is with my understanding that you are completely frustrated and angry over how much your time is being wasted within EAW. You currently stand on your own two feet as the National Elite Championship of the World, having this mindset that you want to appear in front of everyone as this brand new massive threat that we should start being alarmed about. You have constantly been billed as one of the newer generations that will spark a new aura of elitism in EAW for years to come. All this praise and admiration are all just beating you on top of your back. You think you have a responsibility that you have engraved within. You think you have something to prove. You think that you need to step right into the spotlight, and perform one action, in hopes, that you can finally be noticed in this company.

That action being....you wanted to pick a fighter with Rhaegar.

I am not amused by any of this, Kelly, I truly am not. Whether this is the grand scheme of trying to get a laugh out of me, it simply isn't working in your favor. You specifically had one job within your pathetic career, and that was to WAIT for me to get to you, not YOU to finally get to me. I have said this many, many times before in the past about how I will destroy and decimate each and every single person within this entire roster, but I will only require a certain amount of time within the process. When that time finally elapses, then I will strike you and slay you once and for all. But it rather seems that Tig would rather play a couple of little games with me in order to cause aggravation towards my side. So be it. So be it that you and your stubbornness will lead you to your own, tragic demise.

You want to honk your own horn and grab my attention? Well, I am definitely all ears now. You were never part of the plans that were running around in my head. My mind, my entire entity, was focused on one thing and one thing only, and that was my pursuit towards King of Elite. It was destiny for me to participate in this match, it was destiny that I managed to face the little scum of a human being that my own brother managed to lose to a few years ago. Everything was all aligned for me to finally clinch triumph....but you wanted to take all that away from me, deliberately cost me all that I have been aiming to work for. It is just quite pitiful from you, Tig, it truly is. You could have kindly sent a letter towards my door, asking for a match against me. That was all that you had to do. I would have simply just picked up the letter, peruse though it, and agree to destroy the pathetic and putrid career that your name goes by. But you just want to cause a massive inconvenience for me, in order shift my entire body towards you. You got it. I know that I never lost to Drastik in the first place, it just resulted to a match that was incomplete in my favor. Hell, the gods have even granted me some tranquil and easement as he was even knocked down out of the tournament. All this, all this chain of events seem to pin-point towards the two of us clashing heads and beating the lives out of each other...

Along with just one sole prize: the EAW National Elite Championship.

To even question your sanity even further, you wanted to book a match against me at King of Elite, and even put your Championship down the line, because you genuinely think that you have all the goods to confront me without any fear? Are you honestly stupid or what?! Have you not realized that you just committed the biggest mistake in the book?! All this time, you could have taken shelter elsewhere, keeping that worthless title of yours in your possession as I pursue other things, but you actually want to sacrifice all that remains of you in a match that you absolutely know for certain is going to work against your favor? Once again, I am not even amused by any of this whatsoever. I am not even intrigued by this match, simply because of the fact that there is nothing that you have to offer that will make me think otherwise of you. All the fuel and adrenaline that you have is simply depleted. You are a broken man who walks around with no aim in society, so broken that you just want to hand over your title before you dismantle your own career. It didn't have to come down this way, Tig. If only you had minded your own business and not instigate in manners that doesn't concern you, you would be a man that will be free, clean, and healthy. Now, I have to simply break your will and destroy all that there is of you. It is a pity, truly, truly a pity.

I even disregarded the fact that on Dynasty, the two of us will even be competing as partners against the likes of Heart Break Boy and the Pizza Boy! You are simply not of any interest to me, nor is anyone in this entire roster. If all this harsh criticism seems to be beating you around the head, then by all means, make good service out of yourself and simply don't become my partner this week, because you are simply not worth my time. I have always been known as a man that can do things most men in this world can do. I have fought, slayed, destroyed, broken men twice the size of me, men that appear in groups, all these type of "wrestlers" that threatened to disrespect and ridicule me each and every time I step a foot inside a ring. You are no different, Tig Kelly. You can have that strap of gold glued up on your ass day in and day out, but you will never become this company's precious mineral. You will be rusty, and even you are already in the dying process of being rust. The simple fact remains that.....you have lost this war....

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 11:22 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

ALL THINGS GO -- BRISTOL, TENNESSEE.

If you can’t do anything else, just answer this one question for me, Veena -- while I was helping to make the Vixens division the strongest it’s ever been, working with Eris and Cailin to usher the women of this company into a period of prosperity never seen before, where the fuck were you?

I’m just curious as to what you were up to while we were busting our asses to build something worthwhile on top of the foundation that Cameron, Kendra, and HBG laid. Oh, right. You were in some gym in Connecticut. You just came off of the sidelines all of five seconds ago, and you're tryna pick a fight with a member of the starting line-up. Your spoiled ass had the luxury of showing up after all of the heavy lifting had been done, post-Empress of Elite, post-Specialists title creation, and you don’t appreciate it enough. You don’t have to like the rest of us, hell, you ain’t gotta play nice with us either, but you better not let it slip your mind that the vast majority of the women in this locker room have contributed more to this division than you have. You expected to show up and become the dictator of the Vixens. You can’t take credit for a revolution you didn’t start, and you can’t lay claim to a division that’s not yours, you fake ass monarch. So yes, you’ll laugh that I took all of it to heart, but I can’t help it. It’s been a long six months. I did more than I planned to this soon after my debut, but here I am.

Here I am.

Still standing, and damn sure still a threat to anyone in this company who’s got the audacity to question my resolve and my potential. You like to point out all of the things that haven’t gone my way, and yet I’m still here despite them. A fucked up cocktail of lost FPV matches and boyfriend troubles hasn’t been enough to lead to my undoing, so I’m wondering why you think you’ll do a better job? What do you know that any of my other detractors don’t? Do you think I’ve been working my ass off since the summertime to let you of all people knock me off when there’s a title opportunity at stake?

You did a pretty shitty job of talking yourself up, you know. You couldn’t possibly say anything that wasn’t rooted in how much money you have, your lineage, or how much better than the other Vixens you think you are. What’s a queen if she’s not fit to rule? You meant to tell me leaving your tag team partner high and dry makes you leadership material? Getting angry that the higher-ups saw something in me that they didn’t see in you makes you royalty? No. It makes you entitled. And maybe, just maybe you were right when you said that feeling a little bit of entitlement will be the X-factor that gets you places in this company, but you tipped the scale too far. You expect to be handed things and you don’t have a single solitary reason as to why it is that people should just cave and give you all the title shots and spotlights your heart desires. You may think you hit the jackpot by having been placed into this match with me, Veena, but a match against me isn’t a prize to be won. It’s not something you should want. It won’t be fun for you. It won’t be a match you can win. I have a date with Cailin to get to, and the only thing I have to do before all of that is walk right over -- or through -- you. I’m gonna remind your brand new ass just where it is that you fall on the pecking order and I get a title shot on top of it. Really, what more motivation to win do I need?

In your mind, Veena, the red carpet’s already been rolled out for you...and I’m the one yanking it out from underneath your feet. This is your chance to see what being a Vixen in this day and age really entails. I’m gonna knot both my hands in your ratty ass bottle blonde extensions and take you on a tour of the most competitive women’s division of the planet. Each and every step of the way, I intend to remind you that a bloodline alone isn’t enough to cut it, and you’re gonna realize how in over your head you truly are. You’re a rich girl playing dress-up, pretending and trying to pass yourself off as a real wrestler, you’re someone who was handed a spot in a division full of women who had to scratch and claw for everything, and worst of all, Veena...you’re nothing compared to me.

All hail.

(The scene opens to the sight of Ares Vendetta - dressed in a black suit - with his back to the camera in an unknown location, playing the beginning to “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails on a piano)

Ares: A long time ago, my father left this company behind. No… No, he left more than just a company. He traded his seat on top of the World of professional wrestling, he gave up the years he spent training to be the absolute best this sport has to offer, and he sacrificed everything he had left to his name to take occupancy within his own, frail mind. Years and years of throwing caution to the wind for a chance at victory or for the sheer entertainment of his fans not only battered and permanently damaged his body, but his mind just as well. I look at this shell of a man every single day of my life now and I wonder just how long he truly has left. How long can he keep hiding in a broken, old home that is his mind before it collapses in on itself and leaves him with absolutely NOTHING? So I do what I can. When he left this World, he left behind a message for everyone here, and with it came this song.

(Ares stops speaking and continues to play “Hurt”)

Ares: I lived most of my life in a country maybe I never belonged in, and maybe because of it, I ended up this blood-lusting, vengeance-seeking man you’ve all come to know. Maybe if it were here in the United States of America where I was raised, I would have easily cruised through life. I would have easily paid for whatever education I needed and whatever training I required to be a wrestler just like my father. People that choose to train others instead of being successful professional wrestlers themselves would happily take my money and they would gladly teach me everything I needed to know. I’m sure they’d pat me on the back when I did right, and they’d give me some polite, constructive criticism when I did something wrong. Instead, what I learned before everything else growing up in Japan was that teachers become teachers when they’ve done everything else, not as an alternative. I also learned that no amount of money was ever going to get me a pat on the back of polite, constructive criticism. I walked into a dojo the son of Robbie V and I walked out that very same day as a stupid kid that earned himself a broken arm for believing he knew better. I learned that you can’t do something just to be good at it. You learn to do something to be perfect at it. The art you choose to make is like performing a surgery and any mistake you make is a fatal one. Every single thing you do wrong deserves seering pain. Every. Single. Time. So much so that you associate mistakes and failure with that pain. Years of learning to play piano as well was just the same. To do something, you’ve got to be perfect at it. You’ve got to be the best. A lot of people looked at me as the child their precious Robbie V, believing they knew better. They left soon enough with their first-glance judgments shattered and my name embedded into their minds.

(Ares stops playing; motionless for several seconds)

Ares: I thought my father was perfect. I’d watch everything he did inside a ring, and I was captivated by it. His charisma, his agility, his maneuvers - all of it blended together so beautifully that I convinced myself that if there were a perfect wrestler, it was my dad. It’s funny these things we convince ourselves with when we’re young. Santa Claus doesn’t exist, people die and don’t come back, and my father was never perfect. He proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt when I watched him lying like a broken pile of flesh and bone in the middle of the ring at Pain For Pride. The next thing I set my gaze on was the sight of his opponent that night: a man by the name of Mr. DEDEDE. I thought perhaps if my father wasn’t perfect, maybe this guy was. This guy undid everything my father put together in an instance. All it took was one move to take my father’s Kingdom and burn it down to smouldering ash.

(Ares begins to play “Hurt” once more)

Ares: Wrong again. I watched as the very man that conquered my father fell flat on his face again, and again, and again. This wasn’t perfection. Mr. DEDEDE was no more perfect than my father was. In fact, I dare say he’s far from perfection. Yet, here he is. At every corner, there he is. For the entire existance of this pathetic company my father wasted the best years of his life within, there’s Mr. DEDEDE. How many times has he too been broken in the center of the ring? How many times has he fallen from the top of the mountain? How many times has he himself been conquered? My father shattered underneath pressure, and yet this man keeps going. I look at Mr. DEDEDE and I see an old, pathetic man that’s only kidding himself by keeping himself going through all of the pain and agony that comes with performing in this industry, but it’s become abundantly clear to me that I’m not seeing the real DEDEDE, now am I? No man just survives falling 75 feet and falling into a coma. No man survives gallons upon gallons of blood loss over their career. No man survives dozens upon dozens of concussions that should have left them unable to physically stand, let alone keep going. There’s clearly some sort of inextinguishable fire that burns beneath the skin of that man. I myself shattered his false reality as Heavyweight Champion of the World when I beat him the very moment I took off the mask. I left him a defeated man that once had the entire company in his hands - all gone because of me. I tortured his friends, I scarred his psyche. I beat him within an inch of his left even when he brought his supposed most powerful incarnation of himself - I BEAT HIM. I broke him.. Or so I thought. The man known as Methuselah may be dead and gone, but the body he inhabited remains. He just keeps going. He’s not perfect, but he’s a freak of nature. I can admit to that.

(Ares continues to perfectly play “Hurt” on the piano, silent for several more seconds)

Ares: So then what can one possibly do to combat that? How do you fight something you can’t even understand? The only thing you can do in war is fight with the greatest weapon in your arsenal. He’s got that undying fire within him that keeps him going. I’ve got perfection.

(Ares stops playing for a moment to take off his jacket and shirt, exposing the tattoos, scars, and branded name of “LANNISTER” upon his right arm)

Ares: I may not yet be perfect, but I’ve felt the pain of my mistakes. I feel them every second I spend awake. I feel the burns, I feel my torn flesh, I feel the excruciating pain that came with every single mistake I’ve made since I first stepped into this company. All I can do is keep going and fix those mistakes. All I can do is make sure they never happen again. Never again. When I step into the ring with that freak once more, I can’t honestly say I’ll be perfect. I may very well make mistakes, but I’ll learn from them, and I’ll use what I learned to combat him the next time we step into a ring together, and that day WILL come. I assure you of that much, it WILL come, because there’s nothing that’s going to stop Ares Vendetta from clashing with Mr. DEDEDE. This isn’t an argument; a fight keeps going so long as both men are still breathing. Mr. DEDEDE may be a freak of nature, but he’s still just a man. No God. He’s an enigma, not a deity. He’s a guy with good genetics, not a being with supernatural abilities - no matter what he convinces himself of. I’ll be perfect. I’ll be everything you couldn’t be. If not today, then tomorrow.

(Ares’ hand slips while playing, causing him to cringe, visibly in pain for several seconds)

Ares: Don’t let six World Championships, countless names defeated, and a face on this company’s Mount Rushmore convince you you’re something you’re not. Fires can burn fiercely and brightly, but they all go out, eventually. Every step I take towards perfection it another day, and every day is another one gone for you. Another day wasted, another day where the pain seeping into your old, worn body becomes that much more problematic. I’m climbing this mountain, but you, DEDEDE, you’re falling down it. I just hope I can be the one to snuff that fire out before you do it yourself.

(Ares begins playing Mozart’s “Requiem” as the camera slowly fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 9:21 pm by **Tarah Nova**

Oh, will you just shut up, Madison. For the love of everything unholy. You just talk and talk about how you are the best and how you are the true Leader of the Vixens. Please, you wouldn’t know what true Leadership was, even if it came up and bit you on that flat ass of yours. Hell, you couldn’t Lead your own tag team with Maria Gonzales right. I mean the only place you led her is right down the shitter, like your Vixens Championship reign. God, I don’t know why that is so funny to make fun of. Its either because you only held it for six ‘long’ weeks or the fact that you now believe you are the best thing that has ever came to EAW. You're so hopeless, Madison. You talk about my ego? My ego is nothing compared to yours. I’m shocked your head hasn’t blown up yet because of it! You need a good reality check, sweetheart. You need to learn you place in this Division because being at the top with the Vixens that actually can wrestle; isn’t the place for you. No, the place for you is where Vixens like Ariana Lopez, Laura Amber Williams and those twins that no one cares about and that's at the bottom of the pit. You don’t deserve the Vixens Championship. You don’t deserve to be standing in the limelight. Hell, you don’t deserve being called a former Vixens Champion. Your nothing what a joke to this Division and not even a good joke. No, you're one of those jokes that gets told so many times, everyone just doesn’t care anymore. Madison, you think people like you? Hell, your tag team partners in this match could care less of you. Eris LeCava? Pfft, that Little Ball of Bipolar is going to be too focused on either HBG’s ass the whole time or on Cloudy. And HBG--well she’ll be trying to take the rust of herself. But you, you're just going to let those two do all the work then you will force a tag so your ego can take the pin. See, that's how well I know you, Maddie. I know you better then you know yourself. Lets face it, you're nothing but a egotistical brat that doesn’t give a shit about anyone but herself; and I’m sick of it. Day in and day out, you walk around thinking you have the best moves, the best body and the best wrestling skills in the ring. But that's all a lie, isn't it? Yeah, you're none of that and deep down in that black heart of yours, you know I’m right. I’m so right and it kills you, doesn't it? It kills you at the fact that I can see the real you but I guess I need to. I mean, I am the Leader of the Vixens after all. I am the Vixen with all the answers. I’m also the Vixen that will giving you a rude awakening from that dream you have being living in for the past 3 months. So on Battleground, you're mine. I don’t care if I have to whip Eris and HBG back to the corner so I can forced you to tag in. I want you in the middle of that ring so I can finally beat the holy hell out of your ugly mug. But Before then, I have a little poem of my own for you, Maddie-Dear and it goes like this:

Roses are red and Bruises are purple.
I’m going to break your face with my fist and let you hirple.
You think you know so much but the truth is you don't.
You think you can run this Division but you won't
Not when I am live and kicking.
Just like your limelight, I’ll be highjacking it.
You will learn this Division is mine and I won't let you get in my way.
So it's time for you to sit back and watch how a Leader gets it done, kay?

Hmm. Madison, I am not some has-been like Heart Break Gal who hides behind a boy band. I’m not a crazy little fangirl like Eris LeCava who is clingy to every legend she see. No, I’m a Freak that runs the show. I'm the Vixen that people come far and wide to see for one night. I made this Division the best it has been in years and not a day goes by without someone saying other wise. I am the one who should be demanding RESPECT from everyone I face in the ring--but the thing is; I won’t. I’m not like that. See, I don’t care that you, HBG and Eris insult me or my team. I won’t go to a emo corner and cry about it. I’m not like that--it's not my style. My style is simply this: I walk out to the ring and stand up to anyone who has a problem with me. I won’t back down like you would. So If you wanna start a fight with me; you better throw the first punch and make it a good one because that's the only punch your getting in. I’m done with you and your whining, Maddie. It's time for you put up or shut up. This war we have-- This game of blame Tarah for my sucky, pathetic life is over. Madison, the truth is: I'm just done with the hate I am getting. I am the Leader of The Vixens for a reason and that reason is because no matter how bad shit gets, I won't back out. I won’t give in. I won’t ‘retire’ and sit on my ass doing the commentary like HBG did. And I won’t blame shit on others like Eris has done in the past. The me that you see standing in front of you right now is the me you will be dealing with on Monday. And If I was you, I’d run because I’m ready to let this monster run loose on your team, Maddie. No more mind games. No more whining. I’m done. This all ends on Monday.

Believe that...

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 7:24 pm by Guest

.:Battleground #3:.

"It's all about RESPECT..."

Why do people view me and assume that I hold no sentimental value to anything?

Regardless of my actions or the things I’ve said in the past, I’m a pretty sensitive person, Cailin. I hold important events as well as important individuals near and dear to my heart. Simply because they’ve changed me as an individual, just like important life events should. I can’t sit here and lie to you by throwing insults after insults because that’s not the type of person that I am – I mean, I’ll insult people like Maddie, Tarah and Cloud until the cows come home but with you it’s something different. I’ve leaped and jumped around this ring for seven months, making a name for myself every time I step inside the squared circle. Our first match in this company was along one another and we came out victorious. It’s pretty remarkable to just reminisce the past and how we’ve all evolved as competitors. Nonetheless, people change even if we can’t see it with our naked eye. Back then, in the early days of Eris LeCava, I was fueled by pride. Yes, you’re right. I insisted and basically got on my knees and begged you for a fight. I wanted to be viewed as the best, I wanted the EAW Universe to look at us and admire our talents. I wanted them to be astonished as we gave one of the best Vixens matches to date. I don’t mean to get a bit corny but you and I along with Aria started a revolution in this company. The women’s division was horrible, there was corruption happening behind the scenes but when we three came around everything changed. We demanded something different, we demanded to be treated like a human being instead of just a creature with tits that can flop around to generate male viewers during our matches. Back then, I strived for pride and success. And now I have both, do you honestly think I should continue hitting the same tune and not go out for something different?

Nowadays, you can say that I’m fueled by anger – and hell, you’re probably right. I know that previously I made it seem like when we three came to EAW, big white lavish doors were opened and we were given opportunities that Vixens could dream of!... Yeah, it didn’t really go down that way. We were kicked, pushed the side as old, generic relics continued to soak up the attention from the fans. We had to fight and claw our way to the top, respectively. Now that I’m here, I see no change. I see that the same people still somehow manage to stay in the lime light while we are STILL kicked around and disrespected by washed up has-beens. I’m fuming as I hear Cloud insult me and my intelligence. I can feel my blood boil as I see Tarah Nova laugh at my attempts to run this division. I go insane as I hear Angela Salvetti express her doubts towards the Vixens Champion in their upcoming match. I used to run around in EAW with pride. Now I walk around demanding for RESPECT. Even when I got my controversial win against Maddie, putting one of the best Vixens matches to date, I was still criticized. I did everything correctly, I helped the needy, I gave homeless men my panties – I did absolutely everything good I could possibly think of! When I saw people turn against me because I beat Maddie I was livid. I was fuming, I was pissed the fuck off. When I got offered the Hexa-Gun position, I thought to myself “Why not do it? They already hate me enough,” I thought, “Might as well give them something to be pissed off about.” I could care less about putting on a ‘great’ match for these idiotic fans. I could care less about being a team player for my fellow Vixens. All I want is to go out there and show everyone sitting on their fucking asses why I’M CALL MYSELF THE BEST. I want to prove to every single one of you doubters WRONG. And the I cannot fathom who amazing it feels to see everyone tuck their tails between their legs when they see you succeed.

And that ladies and gentlemen, is the key to success.

By the way, Cloud, baby doll, you do realize that we’ve gone in the ring in the past, right? You do realize that I’ve beaten you not only once but TWICE in our previous matches? You can’t go and use the whole “You have to get in the ring with me, Eris! Just so you can see what I’m made of!” Oh, bull fucking shit. Why can’t you just own up and say that you don’t have the drive that I’m asking for. Why don’t you just put your money where your mouth is and stop building yourself up as this wrestling goddess? There’s only one goddess that surpasses every single one of you and that is my lovely partner. And the fact that you rely on your fan base makes me sad. You can’t rely on people who can easily turn on you the moment you try to do something you want. I had the EAW Universe on my side until I wanted to do something that I DREAMED of! Why couldn’t the fans say “Well, Eris is a great competitor. She deserves to be with HBG!” They completely cancelled me out and labeled me as a villain. Now, I do “villainous” acts just to piss people off. And I get a kick out of it, trust me, you should try it sometime. Maybe then you can completely revamp this little persona you got going on. Then maybe I can take your sorry ass seriously in the future, whenever you decide to approach this match on a serious level. Until then, until our much anticipated match, I can’t wait to take your ass off of cloud 9. You’re going to be brought to my level, to the level where having mercy towards another pathetic individual is just an absolute myth.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 5:43 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Scene starts backstage of the O2 arena with Azumi still in her ring gear after her fatal four way match. She seems to be tired after the match but she has just enough energy to grab a mic.

Azumi: Vanessa think I have no respect for her, well it's sort of true. Tell me why I should respect? Because you runnin your mouth all the time or maybe it's something else and you think I'm being arrogant, well that sort of true it because the world of wrestling runs on arrogance.

Azumi picks up her water bottle from her training bag and takes a sip.

Azumi: Vanessa, do you want to know why I revealed my greatest strength? Because I want to know what you can do with that knowledge. It let's me know how good my opponent are. You talked about this being a little feud. Do you know what the definition of feud is? It mean to be part of a conflict against one or more people and I have nothing against you.

Azumi puts her water bottle back in her bag.

Azumi: You want to end me, well then you're going to kill me. So whenever you talk you go ahead and talk but when you want fight then come down to the ring and fight.

Azumi looks at her mic and point at it.

Azumi: Too many people think this is a source of power

She drop her microphone as the camera looks down and sees it's shattered. The camera pans back up as we see Azumi puts her hand in a fist.

Azumi: But it's really the fist that's a source of power.

Azumi picks up her training bag and walks away as the camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 2:28 pm by Guest

No matter how many times you squeeze this wart, no matter how many times you attack this wart she just doesn’t go away.

Battleground Promo #2

I look around this locker room and I see fear
A lot of girls with fake boobs and big mouths
I’m a big black bear and they are all deer
I walk alone in these empty roads
Getting called a loner, a loser, a nobody
This world is cruel and full of ugly toads
I write poems to express my true feelings
People can’t see what they don’t understand
Once a kid is knocked down, there is no true healing
The emotional scars stick with you forever
There is no turning back, what’s done is done
I’ve got to this point in my career on my own endeavor
No help, no friends, no second chances
Cailin Dillon talks to much, yes that was quite random
In EAW only the tough survive no matter the circumstances
Tarah Nova’s ego is as big as Cailin’s mouth
No wonder she is quite popular among the other elitists
Her mouth can fit four testicles and a hamburger from the south
I am the true leader of the Vixens, hello welcome to reality
Nobody can touch me, nobody can hang with me
Beating girls in this division is like drinking a cup of tea

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

*Madison Kaline is seen backstage, she is wearing a red velvet hoodie as she begins to talk*

Boy oh boy, these girls really know how to talk don’t they? Especially Cailin Dillon, damn that girl loves to hear the sound of her own voice doesn’t she? You see she talks so much because she doesn’t have any confidence in her own ability. She talks and talks, because she tries to get people to forget how terrible she is in the ring. To be quite honest her voice is so boring, it makes me sleepy. However Cailin Dillon is not the reason I am here talking to all of you lovely people today. No, the reason I am here is for one person and one person only, that of course being this wart on my ass that just won’t go away. No matter how many times you squeeze this wart, no matter how many times you attack this wart she just doesn’t go away. Tarah Nova, the leader of the freaks that she is, the leader of the vixens division, ummm not so much. Was she the leader of our division at a time, yes, but that time has come and gone. I am the leader of this division, those are facts. Oh and my nicknames are not just nicknames, they were given to me, not just made up shit like you received Tarah. Oh my god you are so annoying Tarah I swear, you just won’t go away will you? You’re a disease; your ego is so massive it’s incredible really. It’s funny really that you actually stood there and said that my ego is big (Madison laughs) Well if my ego is big then yours is a giant compared to mine. Geez it sounds like we are comparing our man hoods isn’t it? Whatever Tarah, keep telling these things to help you sleep at night, I know the truth and the fans know the truth weather they want to admit it or not. Like I said I cannot wait to get my hands on you because when I do, well let’s just say I’m going to be thrown in jail after I’m done with you, and you know what? It would be well worth it. Just to hear you stop talking, to have you stop breathing. To conquer you for the final time that would put a smile ear to ear on me. That would be better than winning the vixens championship, because what we have going on here between us, is much bigger than any championship, this is personal. This is beyond personal, and I can’t wait to smear your freak blood all over my body, I want to be covered in your blood. I want to end you Tarah, and every time you open your freakish mouth you ass more fuel to the fire. You make me want to kick babies; you make me want to just jump off a bridge and do something irrational. You just make me want to scream. (Madison screams, and then begins to laugh as the camera fades)

Dogfight.

Azumi, you're right on one thing, two weeks is a large gap. Within those two weeks what have you done differently? What have you changed in order to win this rematch? I've went against Hexa-Gun and damn sure would've won without Veena's trash ass. What about my match against Maddie? I have already made waves and sent shocks and chills down the spines of the locker room while you have just smiled and waved. This is not going to be the same Vanessa Holiday you met with in that ring 2 weeks ago, this is a COMPLETELY different ball game. No two matches are alike, and you will be the evidence. You aren't equipped to handle me just yet, Azumi. You can't figure out which cardinal direction I'll be coming from; and you sure as hell won't have clue what exactly is about to hit. You say you can make any Vixen tap out, that you are the most deadly submission mission in this industry; but where is that proof? You couldn't make me tap, Azumi. I knew EXACTLY what you were going to do and what your game plan even looked like; THAT is what makes someone like you so vulnerable, so naive. You are confident enough to let everyone out there know your biggest strength, thus presenting your greatest weakness. This isn't about being strong enough or tougher, it's about playing smart. With you and I, I see it as a simple game of chess. But guess who's going to be caught in the checkmate? Certainly not me. You can't beat me, Azumi. I'm just too smart to defeat.

So where does this leave you? Bringing up your pimp daddy, or some sad story of life in Japan? Years on the circuit, cries and cuts? Cry me a fucking river! I've been a struggle just you, whether it was within 4 years or 14 years. It's not as easy as you think, whether you're a gorgeous super model or just a regular gal from the middle of no where. So go ahead and bow your head in respect, because after this match whatever this little feud is, it will finally be extinguished. I'm going to snatch you from Cloud 9 back down to reality whether it takes me all night or 90 seconds. It annoys me that you can't even show a dash of respect over someone who defeated you weeks before. But wanna know what annoys me even more? This little sob story you're giving so everyone can feel bad for you. Wanna know how much Eris cares? Wanna know how much Cailin cares? They do not give a SINGLE SHIT about you feel. THAT is how it goes. They only care about what you fight for and how you fight for it, anything before that is trivial. You can threaten me, saying that you won't fall again, and you know, you're right! You're going to fled from the scene of this filthy crime of a match with cuts and bruises and another loss on your shoulder.

There's not much to clarify, Azumi. You're not going to win, and honestly, it's as simple as that. Nothing in between, no more rematches. This is going to end the same way it did two weeks ago; with me standing tall once more. You? You're just going to be cowering in pity again.

Battleground #4

So, let’s do a quick little question and answer. Damnit, I thought you were smart?

I’m nobody’s hero. I never said I was and I never signed up to be that. You’re the one that put me in that role, and the only person who has ever come up with that idea. I’m not sorry to disappoint you, but that’s not who I am. Sure, I want good things for the Vixen’s division. But those good things don’t involve me being at the bottom of a trash heap. The best thing for this division? Me as a champion. There is no question about that. And as the months go on and I’m still champion, winning matches that you don’t notice, that won’t change.

You were called out because you called me out. You tried to make something out of nothing. You were stretching for something that wasn’t there, not even hardly. Talk about running out of talking points. Your only move this week has been to try and rev up the amount of insults you spin out of your pathetic genius mind. Let me get this straight. You are gorgeous. Drop dead beautiful, and you have every right to be proud of your appearance. You have every right to be proud of everything you’ve ever accomplished. You also have every right in the world to say whatever the hell you want. But, nobody has to actually listen to it. Nobody has to actually care. And while you pretend you’re making headway on intimidating your opponents, I can assure you it doesn’t have that affect on me. If it does on the others, then they aren’t seeing clearly. If they were, they’d see right through as bullshit. Not once will I ever, ever, question your ability in the ring. I don’t know if you’ve really figured this out or not, because you’re really stuck on yourself, but I’m actually not an idiot, and I know a lot about you. Just like you know a lot about me, and you just pretend that I’m completely insignificant. If that was the case, you wouldn’t dedicate so much of your time to insulting me before our matches. You wouldn’t feel the need to lay out my path to retirement for me. You just get caught in this spin cycle of repetitive nature with me like you’re waiting for me to go scared and back down. You’re waiting for me to admit something that’s just not true. It’s not going to happen for you.

But then you bring up what I’ve done lately and try to use it as a way to prove that I don’t matter. Honestly, you make me laugh. You don’t give a shit about what any of the Vixens are doing. Not the ones not named Eris LeCava. If I was the Vixens champion right now, you’d say the exact same line. The partnership between you and Eris was predestined to happen. Let’s not actually pretend there’s any way around that. But good for you, you got your girl that sleeps with an HBG action figure at night and totes the Vixens title around like she actually only owns a piece of it. You don’t care about anything that’s not Hexa-gun related, but you know what? I won’t even blame you of that. You’re in the most powerful group EAW has maybe ever seen. You guys basically do what you want, when you want, and you’re there at every major turn of the company. That’s some pretty heavy stuff there. And good for you on accomplishing that level. The thing is, when you bash other Vixens for bringing up your past accomplishments, you almost always turnaround and start parading your current ones in front of us. You don’t give a shit when someone talks about your past, it makes them pathetic. Be we better dare not talk about you present, or you’ll come at as guns blazing. You’ve gotten a little militant this week, sweetie. I know you have the right to bare arms and all, but why don’t you put the AK back in the gun safe and come back to the wrestling ring. You don’t have to use that.

But please, stop talking about yourself like you’re the only person who is capable of standing up for herself. The only person who can fight as part of a team. I don’t need you to feel ashamed of yourself. You should just realize how ignorant you sound when you paint the majority of the Vixens division as women who are incapable of anything. Just go ahead and drive women’s rights back with you, too. To listen to you absolutely trash this division is the most disheartening thing. In your perfect world, I think you’d be the only female wrestler. You got mad at me for saying this last time we fought, but it’s obvious you don’t really give a shit about the Vixens division. It was just a place you stamped your name a few times. But let’s talk about your past again. Let me bring it up to piss you off again. If I were old like you. If I came into this company at the same time you did, I can guarantee you wouldn’t even have half the titles wins you have now.

On Monday, I’m not expecting you to lay down. But I will lay your ass out. There is no doubt about that. Two losses to you in the past, they don’t mean a damn thing. You say anything can happen in this company, well you’ll see that play out right in front of your eyes. And I know you say this won’t bother you, but I guarantee it will. For you to lay on your back, looking up and seeing me with my hand raised will just crawl right under your skin. You think I’m a hero? Let me punt your head right out of the ring after we win. Don’t act like you win and lose with any amount of grace that makes you the better person. Your go-to move is to argue in circles that you’re better and more intelligent and such a knockout. You want to still stand back and believe that I’m hiding and not trying to take control of my own destiny? Every time you and your dumbass partner have brought that up this week, I’ve offered to fight her in a various amount of ways, title or no title. Her choice. And she hasn’t exactly accepted that, has she? Wouldn’t you say the best way to grasp that control is to actually try and do something about it? I guess our paper champion who’s sitting idly on her big throne isn’t willing to step up at the moment. She’s only willing to take the predetermined challenges that this company sets up for her. Stop pretending like you’re so sure I wouldn’t fight as much as I could if they would let me. You’re no different, we’re junkies for this. You don’t do this and have any kind of success unless you are.

You have not politely done anything this week though. You have just wasted your time reciting lines about why I suck. You’ve spent time laying out how you don’t. Congratulations, I guess, on the simplest plan for a match ever. But I forgot, your this master strategist that always goes in with a perfect plan to victory. I’m starting to think, after this week, that you haven’t had a real, solid challenge in a long, long time. This is going to change things for you, Claudia. This match… my team… you’re overlooking a lot of things and it’s going to see you coming out on the losing end. I don’t care you steps in that ring while I’m in. Whether it be you, Eris or the barely existent Madison Kaline, I’ll take any one of you down. You think it matters to me? There’s nothing personal between us, right? All your meaningless insults from this week, they’re going to look like wasted words after this match is done. Just more hot-air spewed from the lungs of a legends that’s truly about to get what has coming to her.

So sack up, bitch. Come to Battleground ready to show us what you’ve got and then get your ass kicked. Just enjoy the ride, and enjoy watching your opponents treat it like it’s no big deal to be the Heart Break Gal.

A challenge is a call or summons to engage in any contest, as of skill, strength, etc., something that by its nature or character serves as a call to battle,contest, special effort, etc. We, as humans, all face many different types of challenges in our lives. Whether it’s getting the cable to work, fixing the toilet because it’s stopped up, getting that promotion we’ve been working so hard for, so on and so on. Challenges are another way of saying obstacle, just a little more complicated than that. Most of the time, challenges are hard to beat. There’s always something or someone in your way that wants the exact same thing you do. No matter who you turn to for help, no matter what you try to use for help, it always comes back to you and the final outcome. You are the only person who can achieve success through each challenge in your life. You can have as many people as you want help you out, but in the end, it’s always up to you. Look around next time you’re at work, or walking the streets, or even in a store. You’ll see people facing challenges. It’s everywhere. Every day of this life. Some people will struggle and get upset. Some people will succeed and constantly have a smile on their face. Then some will be right in between and can’t seem to get past one simple obstacle within that challenge. In the end, they’ll fail or succeed.

There’s no in between.

When I first joined EAW, I was the new kid on the block. No one knew who I was, they just saw some short guy coming into Turbo talking like he was better than any other Technical wrestler who ever stepped foot in EAW. What’d I do? I proved just that. In three months time, I went through every obstacle, every challenge that was put up against me and I made my way straight to being the first ever EAW Elite Champion. No one could stop me. I was on a tear. After winning that Elite Championship, Jared Cage, my opponent for the Title, disappeared. He couldn’t bear to be in the same business as me anymore, because he knew he could never look at himself the same. He thought he was a hot shot and could buy his way to success. Little did he realize, I was the better competitor. I defended my Elite Championship against every single challenger and no one could beat me. From Reasonable Doubt III to Grand Rampage IV, I held that Title and defended it under ELITE rules and no one could step up to the challenge. Mind you, at the time, EAW was EXTREME, not ELITE. Without that Championship, every match was contested under EXTREME rules. Being the Technical wrestler I am, I defended that Championship under ELITE rules. All rules applied, no one could cheat, no outside interferences, etc. That being said, NO ONE could out-wrestle me. I was one of, if not, THE best wrestler in EAW. And then came along Starr Stan. Olympic gold medalist, a technical wrestler of his own. Not only did he become a thorn in my side, he took my Title away from me IN THE MIDDLE of the Grand Rampage Match right after I ELIMINATED HIM. Once he took the Title from me, that was the end. It seemed like no matter what I did, I just couldn’t capitalize to get MY Elite Championship back. After some time of going back and forth with this, I lost for the final time at Pain For Pride IV in what was probably THE BEST match of all time, in my opinion. That was it for me. I couldn’t bear to come back until I felt ready to take back on the challenge of becoming Champion once again. To Starr Stan, wherever you may be, this will never be over between us and I’m sure you already know that. It’s not bad blood, it’s not revenge, it’s wanting a good fight and knowing you put up one. As for the EAW Elite Championship, it’s no longer an active Championship, so I got my eyes on a different prize.

I will be Champion once again.

The past few months I’ve been engaged in matches with the Hall of Famer, Vixen of the Year, MULTIPLE time Vixens Champion, and the CURRENT EAW Interwire Champion, Cameron Ella Ava. I knew what I was getting into from the start. Most people see a woman and laugh, thinking that a man should be able to defeat a woman in wrestling no matter what. That’s definitely not the case. These women in the Land of Elite come from a different breed of women. They are much stronger, faster, more talented than any other woman wrestler you will ever see. My first match against Cameron Ella Ava was a Title Match for the Interwire Championship. I put up the fight she didn’t think I would and got terrified she would lost her dear Title. When the right time for her came, she pulled on my tights making it harder for me to kick out, thus retaining her Championship. I play by the rules. That’s how I’m known as the best wrestler in EAW. I can’t be out-wrestled. She knew that. She knew she wasn’t going to beat me and had to pull my tights to keep her Title. I get that. I do. I wouldn’t want to lose my Title either, but I surely would pull out a dirty tactic like that to retain it. Obviously, I went to someone who was able to give me a chance to face her for the Title again. Not only did I beat Vic Vendetta, I made him tap. Look at him now, almost to the finals of the King of Elite Tournament. Funny how things work out. Anyways, I beat Vic like James Shields said and I got my chance again to face Cameron Ella Ava. Even though I beat Vic Vendetta, it was announced I would have to face Cam to become the Number One Contender again. So, I did that and I pulled out a dirty tactic just like she did to even the odds. It shocked her, obviously, because of the buildup to the match. I made it clear when I first returned that I would do whatever it took to get my way to the top, within reason. She cheated, so I found it fair for me to get back at her, give her a little game to play. This led to a two out of three falls match for the Championship. The first fall went to Cam, the second went to me, and then the last fall is what shocked everyone. The world thought I had the Title within reach, so did I. Cam gave everything she got to pull out one more fall out from her sleeve to once again retain her Championship. I gotta give her credit where credits due. She is one hell of a competitor and she will not let that Championship go. Cameron, if we meet again, I look forward to it. Not because I want your Interwire Championship, but because I know it’ll be a good fight. Following this match, I was placed in a Ten Man Battle Royal Match to determine who the Number One Contender for the Title would be. I’ll be completely honest, I had this match in the bag. I eliminated the first few people, a couple others got eliminated, then three were remaining. Rex McAllister, Brayden Cruise and I. I had this match won. Brayden had two little groupees come in and surprise Rex and I by eliminating us and giving Brayden the Number One Contendership. I demand answers. I want to know who these two idiots are that ruined my chances of getting that Interwire Championship.

I DEMAND ANSWERS!

Whilst I get my answers this week on Showdown, I have a match on Battleground against Regulator. I’ve gone against a man like you before, Regulator. Not only did I go against a man like you, but I dominated a man like you. He thought his riches could help him through this business and what happened? He “paid for” a brand new Championship that he couldn’t even win. He not only humiliated himself, but would never return after I was through with him. Jared Cage, was his name Regulator. He paid for the Elite Championship, revealed it the night we had our Championship match, and lost everything he thought was his all in that one night. I know people like you. I’ve beat people like you. I’ve ended people like you. If you decide to show up and say something, I’m sure you’ll bring up how I’m distracted by the Interwire Championship or I got my eyes on something else besides you, but here’s a fun fact for you; I’m never distracted. My eyes are always on the match at hand, no matter what I have going on. All I see right now is Jason Cage vs. Regulator on Battleground and I’ll be damned if I let this victory slip through my fingers. You’ve had your fair share of time here and to be honest, I haven’t really seen you accomplish much. Why is that? Why haven’t you been able to accomplish anything? With all due respect, you just don’t have it anymore. You don’t have what it takes. Especially not in this business. I’ve got fire in my eyes and the passion to win. I’ve got the talent to win and the will to snap necks if it comes to it. This match may just be a random match on Battleground, this may lead to something more. All I know is I’m walking out of Battleground with a victory, may it be by pinfall or submission, but I will be the victor. This isn’t my ego talking, this isn’t me thinking I’m the hottest thing out. I’m not like you, Regulator. This is me knowing the truth. This is me knowing I’m the better wrestler than you could ever pay to be. Battleground is coming quick. This is just another challenge put against me and to be honest, I wouldn't really call this a challenge. More like a minor obstacle. Have you put out enough money for the refs to call the match in your favor? Haha, oh the jokes keep coming. Like I said, I’ve known people just like you.

The results were the same. It’s simple. You either…

TAP! OR! SNAP!

So...

I'm forced to accept that you're not just playing the role of a hero to appeal to the fans, because it's just the way you are, and you just want to be yourself.

And yet I'm called out, and told how awful I am as a person, because you don't like the way I naturally talk...

All these double standards, and I'M the fucking hypocrite! You're shitting me, right?

I'm sorry, are my insults becoming too venomous and hurtful for your feeble, weak-willed mind to bear? Are you honestly convinced that reciting my past accomplishments and successes, describing how every ignorant vixen has me on their checklist before they even debuted, or how I stand up for myself and my teammates, is going to make me feel ashamed of myself? Why don't you cry about it, Cailin? Why don't you gather up some more of your vixen friends and rage about how you feel so disrespected by my every word instead of spending a good 20 minutes explaining how fulfilling it would be to beat me with your clusterfuck of a team in a tag team match not even your parents will even bother to watch, all because you're pissed off over how ravishingly I present myself compared to that monotonous, uninspired, channel-turning-worthy existence that you call a personalty!

I find myself sitting here in confusion, wondering why you still go out of you way explaining exactly why vixens look forward to seeing me defeated when I've wholeheartedly, politely explained that I just don't give a shit and that I don't exist to tend to your needs or to give you a ray of hope that I actually am willing to lay down for an unworthy bunch who cry and whine all day about not getting the opportunity they deserve. I live to give you a false sense of security before I slam you back to the ground face-first, owning the night with another victory. I live to spite people like you who seem to think they can pull a fast one over an established legend, act like it's going to be an easy road to stardom and pretend that others haven't tried. You make it seem like I need to pay attention to this boring lecture, like I have to be on alert because these oh-so menacing new vixens are out to get me with the purpose of raining on my parade. What is that supposed to do, Cailin? Scare me? Make me fear for my life? Because if that's the case, then you're not doing a very good job, and the only impression this whole speech is giving me is that you are running out of things to say because, really, what else is there to use against me? This is your cry for desperation. This is you admitting how fucking useless you are and the sole fact that someone gave you the opportunity to be the Champion was a big mistake they can never fix, and one they have to live with because it's all been done. At least I am confident that I can look out for myself, Cailin. I can fight my own battles. I can rock one-on-one matches that stemmed from heated arguments, or be a team player who can not only keep up but also win over the bests of this industry. I can be a technical wrestler who displays an amazing performance, or use weapons as I please in an extreme rules match in order to secure my victory. Even without a Championship, whether as The Heart Break Gal or Minerva, I give championship-level performances, and people still see me as one of the best vixens who ever stepped in the wrestling industry. I know it's unfair to compare myself with you due to experience and how far I've come, but Cailin, it's been nearly two months since you were crowned champion, why does it still feel like you're invisible to the rest of this division and to the rest of EAW? Why does it still feel like nobody gives a fuck about anything you ever do in this company, and every other week you defend your title, it's just a minor, insignificant little blip on the radar? I have nothing to do with belittling the prestige of your Championship, you know that damn well, but what is a belt if the person who holds it stands dormant and isn't seeking to take control?

I NEVER felt the need to hide myself whether behind closed doors, or behind my sweet Y2Impact, or even my fierce comrades in Hexa-gun, who I have fought alongside with. I am a leader, one who doesn't run into combat unprepared, one who stays in front of the line when coming into war with guns at hand ready to tear our enemies into pieces in order to let them know that they're messing with the wrong people. How does Hexa-gun trust me enough to assist me with my cause if they can only see doubt and uneasiness in my face? How could they place their confidence in me if the only thing I know to do is to let them do the work while I sit back and enjoy the show? If you were actually paying attention to what has transpired in the past few months, instead of being so preoccupied with nearly getting pushed to retirement by all the rubbish in the Vixen locker room, you'd know better than to talk down on my team, because even you won't be able to deny the impact I have made with every match that I've taken part in, every FPV where I stood out whether to protect the name of Hexa-gun or fighting for the Championship I snatched right out of the hands of those who thought they deserved it more. Is it my fault that I'm better than you, Tarah? Is it my fault that a certified loser like yourself could never ever surpass me even on my worst day and in the lowest point of my career? You make it seem like it's such an evil thing to do that I speak my mind and tell the truth because they're not the things that you want to hear, but if YOU'RE the one who speaks her mind and states her own version of the truth even when they, in no way, make sense, it's suddenly perfectly okay because with every word of encouragement or every played out "I never give up" speech even your god-awful freakshow fans are so fucking sick of hearing about, you know yourself that it's the only gleam of light that can guide you through the dark winding tunnel and help you sleep tight without the real twisted clowns, the real sociopaths, the real freaks crawling onto your bed and smothering you to death for being the fraud that we've seen you are.

You've been so consumed with the idea of proving me wrong that you don't even realize how you've fallen into the trap I've set and you're saying exactly what I expected -- that Tarah Nova is not really the freak that everyone assumes because of the conditions and situations I've described, that she is different from the rest of them who walk the earth with shame in their eyes while others make fun of whatever disability they have, which to me says only one thing -- you're nothing but a pretender, Tarah Nova. You are not a "freak". Just a normal human being, a sad pale little woman, who couldn't accept the fact that there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow ever since she got reduced into a puddle of blood and was forced to leave the arena to spend some time at a hospital bed, recovering, trying to bring the life back that you lost with the Vixens Championship. But you couldn't fully recover, could you? You came back with such blazing fury, but the drive really isn't there anymore because you know that you've been overthrown, and while your spirit remains strong, you know to yourself it's gonna take more than your typical retarded remarks before anyone actually sees you as a legitimate threat, enough to be in the title picture again. You call yourself a freak because you want to believe that you're special. You call yourself a freak because you want to convince everyone that you are different. But the way you talk and act, you are just like the rest of the garbage in this division and you can never ever change that, and to be honest with you, I find it highly insulting that even a single person actually considered a run-of-the-mill wrestler, a horrible excuse for a vixen like you to be the one to step in my shoes and finish what I started. I'm not ashamed of anything I've done, Tarah. I never feel the need to hide myself despite any of my "low points"... because why should I? I'm the Heart Break Gal. I'm Tag Team Champion. I don't crawl in small spaces to save my face from this world of brutality and extreme measures, I take the stage and dance with the devil himself, as he weeps by my side shaking in fear because even he couldn't keep up with my greatness.

And what are you compared to that? To me, you are nothing. To rest of the world? You're just another freak waiting to die.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 17th 2016, 4:24 am by **Chet Rayburn**

|The date is May 7th, 2014. A middle aged man, about 45 or so is sitting directly across from the camera. He snorts really loud and spits tobacco juice on the floor. A reporter begins to ask some questions.|

Reporter: State your name and occupation for the future viewers out there.

?: Bruce Hunt and I am a professional wrestling trainer.

Narrator: Bruce Hunt was highly respected in the professional wrestling business. He helped many aspiring men and women achieve their dreams of becoming larger than life stars. However his reputation was recently tarnished after a few controversies struck. Now he looks to clear his name, something he knows won't be easy. A challenge? Yes. Impossible? No. This is “Making a Wrestler.”

Reporter: There are many graphic reports out there regarding your training methods. A few made national headlines. What were those allegations?

Bruce: Where do I begin? I was training a man by the name of Calvin Green. Does his name ring a bell? Well it shouldn't because the day he made such ugly lies is the day his career died. He always blamed his losses on me and not for his laziness. I made him into a chiseled God after being a fat (bleep) for his whole life. He never even thanked me for beefing his bank account by sticking my neck out for the guy. I basically forced promotions to book the guy even though he was as generic as they come. He couldn't go in the ring and he had the personality of a dead turtle. Anyways this (bleep) said that I was racist. He said I would always call him the N word and (bleep) like that. Even said he has audio evidence but that was not my voice. I was set up! Such bull(bleep).

|A pissed off old lady is shown sitting in the kitchen and in the bottom it says “Joann” and the line below that in smaller font reads “Bruce’s Mother”.|

Joann: I'll have you that my boy would never do such a thing. He treated Calvin as if he was his own son. He was helping him not only become a mega wrestling star, but he was also teaching him on how to become a responsible young man. These allegations broke my heart because now they are judging Bruce’s character. He is being blacklisted from wrestling all together. And Calvin? I thought he was a sweet boy. He would help me wash the dishes after the three of us would eat my homemade apple pie. Made with only the freshest hand picked Granny Smith apples, dough, and of course a pinch of love. Such a shame.

|The shot switches back to the reporter and Bruce.|

Reporter: But this wasn't the only allegation was it? What about Ashley Williams?

Bruce: What a god awful ring name. That's what I think. Calvin Green was terrible as well. He combined his two favorite wide receiver’s names. Just pathetic!

Reporter: Let's cut to the chase, Ashley said you sexually assaulted her?

Bruce: Absolutely not! I would never do that to one of my students or any other woman out there for that matter.

|The camera switches shots to a different man, rocking a goatee with not a single hair on his head. The bottom of the screen says “Bobby” with font under it reading “Friend and Fellow Trainer.”|

Bobby: Do I believe Bruce assaulted her? Saying that he forced himself on her? No way! He's too much of a (bleep) when it comes to woman. It's sad really. Seriously though he's a good man. If the stories were true, he would be behind bars right now getting butt (bleep) by his cell mate. No evidence whatsoever. Why? Because it never happened!

|The date now reads July 1st, 2014. Bruce and Bobby are standing in the ring at Bruce’s wrestling school.|

Narrator: Today marks Bruce’s first day of wrestling camp. Not one person has shown up, with the session beginning in just two minutes. The allegations have really hurt business. Bruce and Bobby are about to give up, until one man walks through the door.

|The man is around six feet tall, with little to no muscle. He has a mustache and a pony tail that goes down to his spine. He jogs towards the ring and attempts to to step over the top rope but just falls down. He gets up and looks to shake their hands with his palm facing down.|

Bruce: What are you doing? Do you want me to kiss your hand or something? Get that (bleep) out of here you fruitcake. Look at you. You look like you are fifty years late to Woodstock.

?: WUHHHOOOO! Bruce you are even more feisty in person! A firecracker you are!

Bobby: Why are you here?

?: Asking the hard hitting questions are we? I'm here to see that man standing beside you. I want some wrestling tips.

Bobby: You want to become a professional wrestler? Look we are the best at developing young talent into household names, I mean the best but we aren't miracle workers. How much do you bench? How fast can you run the mile.

?: I don't even know what you mean by those questions.

Bruce: Your look doesn't piss me off like it does for Bobby. What does piss me off is you were late.

?: Yeah I drove here all the way from Michigan. I was there in attendance to watch EAW’s Pain for Pride 7! Was well worth it. Caught Mr. DeDeDe’s shirt. It had the distinct smell of fresh diced pineapples, with a hint of maple syrup. But I am sorry for being late! Won't happen again sir..

Bruce: What's your name?

?: Rayburn, Chet Rayburn.

Bruce: You know what Chad?

Chet: Chet..

Bruce: That’s what I said, Chad. I think this partnership will work out fine.

Bobby: You can't be serious!

Bruce: No I am going to make this kid into a star and by doing so, I will finally be recognized as the world’s greatest trainer. Not only that, but the world’s greatest manager! So Chad where do you want to ultimately end up? PWE? KCW? GGA?

Chet: I say we shoot for the stars with a rocket launcher! I want to be in EAW.

Bobby: You can't be (bleep) serious. This guy is wearing a fanny pack for (bleep) sake.

Bruce: Yeah I've never had a student make it as far as EAW. That's the big leagues Chad. But what the (bleep)? Let's do it!

|Date now reads January 15th, 2016. Chet Rayburn is sitting across a table from Showdown’s interviewer, Pierre.|

Pierre: Welcome to this exclusive EAW.com interview! I am joined by new comer Chet Rayburn. How are you?

|Chet looks at him and then turns to the camera with a grin, his eyes bulging out of its sockets and his right eyebrow raised. He reaches towards the ground but can't see what due to the table.|

Pierre: Usually newer wrestlers tell the fans about themselves such as their hardships. What it means to be signed by EAW.

|Chet still ignoring puts two objects on the table, both being covered by black cloth.|

Pierre: Or you can tell the people what to expect from you! Talk about who you are looking forward to facing.

|Chet with the same look on his face takes the cloth off, revealing two glass cages. One with a big snake and the other an adorable hamster running on the wheel.|

Chet: Match……

Pierre: Pardon me?

Chet: Showdown or Battleground it doesn't matter to me. Play duck duck goose and figure it out. One week.

Pierre: One week? Or what?

Chet: The snake eats this hamster live, silly! CIRCLE OF LIFE! I know the kids would love to watch it. It would be very educational.

Pierre: I..

Chet: I guess there's nothing left to be said besides your move EAW and PETA.

|Pierre tries to talk but is at a loss for words due to Chet spreading his arms, showing his wing like cape, without blinking of course. The end

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 16th 2016, 11:41 pm by **J.D. Damon**

REALLY?!

IV.

"So here we are, the night before Voltage. Tomorrow night thousands upon thousands of crazed wrestling fans will file into the Pyramid Arena in Memphis as they patiently wait to witness yet another outstanding show. They will all be all on their feet screaming and yelling their little hearts out; many will come with colored signed representing their favorite Elitist. Like the blood sucking leeches that they are, they will do what they always do when I make my grand entrace -- shower me with one-hundred percent pure hatred. And you know what? I fuckin' love it. That is what fuels me. This what pumps me up more than anything; more than caffeine, more than adrenaline, it's the reaction I get from those rejects sitting out in the crowd. They - the fans - will be the ones that fuel the fire inside of me to go down to the ring and make an example out of that son of a bitch Gabriel Eden. All of those bullshit "We Want Eden!" chants. Listen, everyone needs someone to look up to in their life, but Gabriel Eden? Really?! It's actually quite sad when you think about it. If Gabriel Eden, a man who has not done a damn thing during his pathetic career, is really the man who you look up to then you just need to shoot yourself in the head - or dick - right now. I mean, the guy is obviously dillusional as fuck right now. Maybe he has taken one too many shots to the skull and his brain is starting to resemble scrambled eggs. Savior?! King of Elite?! Gabe, seriously, what the fuck are you smoking, bro? Because you obviously need to hook me up right now. You rambled on for minutes, which seemed like hours, of nothing that even truly matterd. To be honest, I am beginning to believe that you enjoy talking just to hear yourself talk. Please enlighten me real quick on how I am going to be just a distant memory if - and that's a big fuckin' IF - you beat me? Remember, son, I am your Pure Champion,; you can't just forget about me that quick. Unlike you, I will always be relevant. And unfortunately for you, Gabe, after I quickly get rid of you, you will be nothing more than a long, lost memory. "Gabriel Eden? Who the hell was that? Oh right, that guy who thought he could tangle with J.D. Damon but is now at home with a broken neck. Gotcha!""

"Do you honestly thnk that anything that you have said truly phases me, Gabe? Listen, I have been called a lot worse things by men who were far greater than you in every aspect. And do you know what happened to them? I annihilated them. When I was finished with them, they were begging for the pain to stop. They were wishing that they never opened their mouth about me. And when they would go to bed at night they would suffer from the worse nightmares imaginable; the images racing through their head of me kicking their face in. The images just repeating over and over. And over. Maybe you should have asked around before you started running your mouth about how much better you are than me. It's just more bullshit from you, Gabe."

"You are accurate when you asked me what is there left to say about our match? There's not much left to actually say, Gabe. You and I have said it all. We have made threats to one another, we have talked trash to one another, hell, we even talked shit about the other's mother. The time for talking is done and over with, Gabe, now it's time to see if you can actually back those words up. I honestly hope that you can. I am praying that you can, because I really enjoy a good challenge. Can you truly say that you can back up every little thing that has spewed out of your dick sucker? I'm pretty positive that you believe that you can, but I doubt it. You are just like the rest, Gabe; ignorant, disrespectful. I have heard it all before, every little word that has come out of your mouth has been said by people who were far better than you in every aspect. And what happened to them? They failed. Miserably. Much like you will do tomorrow night. I have come a very long way to make it to the finals of this tournament, and I will be DAMNED if I allowed someone such as yourself take that away from me. That King of Elite crown is as good as mine. Now it's time for you to go back to the end of the line, Gabe."

"Oh, and one last thing...

KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING, BITCH!"

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 16th 2016, 9:52 pm by Guest

    You’re kidding me right? God, for your sake, I fucking hope so.

    I’ve spent all week waiting for that fire, that unbridled passion that Damon has shown week in and week out, leading up to tonight, yet, here we are, trying to decipher the delirious rants of a man who knows he’s been beat before the bell even rings. Honestly, I was expecting out of JD Damon, what with him being the Pure Champion and self-proclaimed favorite to win this, but all I’m hearing is him repeating himself in a desperate attempt to fulfill his delusions of grandeur. As fun as this little journey through the panicked eyes of JD have been, it’s time I go ahead and put this little verbal volley of ours to bed once and for all. What do you say? Are you ready to cut through the bullshit and speak from the heart here? Good, so am I…

    Now Damon, before we get too deep into this, let me ask you a question. Do you actually think before you speak or do you just let that shit fall out of your mouth and hope that it makes sense? I mean honestly, did you not listen to anyone else in this tournament except for yourself? Pay attention dickhead, because you’re saying the same shit that they said! Of course, I’ve been impressive, that’s why social media, my emails, and the great fans of this company have been losing their minds, hell, even I’m a little surprised about how things have turned out. Alas, here we are, two men, destined to collide in what promises to be a guaranteed show stealer. Tell me something I don’t know alright? Face facts Damon, all that bravado, all that bullshit, it doesn’t mean anything once that bell rings. You can run your mouth all you want about how you’re going to bend me, break me, and leave me for dead, but you know, I know, and everybody watching at home knows that as much as you don’t want to admit it, you just don’t have it in you. You may feel deep down that possess the ability to defeat me, and hell, my past has proven that that’s completely possible, but since I have stripped away the stupidity and focused on what was important, yours chances have gone from slim, to none.

    You can spin your little yarn with this little nugget of pride and that, but what it comes down to Damon is I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you defeat me. I don’t care what it takes, what bones must break, or how much blood must pour, because when Voltage comes to a close, I AM heading to the King of Elite Finals, and I’m doing it at your expense. You’ll have to forgive me for not really bringing up a whole hell of a lot about your latest promo, but it just sounded like the same tired bullshit that many men would spew when they run out of options. What you need to realize Damon is this is about more than just winning this match for me. Of course I want to be in the finals of the King of Elite Tournament. I mean, after all, that’s why we’re all here isn’t it? Also Damon, this is about me finally doing what many in this company have been dying to, though some have clearly been unable. This is about shoving your words down your throat and watching you choke on them. This is about me leaving you a crumpled heap on the mat, left with no choice but to admit that you have finally met your superior. This is about stepping up in front of the thousands of people that fill these arenas and the millions that tune in each week at home, and slamming you back down into reality and beating your ass once and for all. I have don’t have a personal grudge with you Damon, at least not like Kenny Drake, but what I do have is a soft spot for the people and they are about fed up with your tired ass bullshit. Because of that you unfortunate bastard, their cries for a savior have been heard, noted, and now I have risen to do their bidding in a way that will them screaming at the top of their lungs with delight while you simply whisper for it all to end. When the people feel you have had enough, then and only then will I finally put an end to your arrogant, meaningless tirade and cement myself as the man who could do what nobody else could. It will be tonight when I show you once and for all why I am the Messiah of Mayhem, and you will but a distant memory.

    I’ve had enough of our back and forth, and quite honestly, I’m looking forward to finally knocking your teeth down your throat. This match should have happened months ago, but to be honest with you I’m glad it didn’t. Back then, I’d have dribbled on about how divine intervention would see me through our match, and yada yada yada, but honestly, it wouldn’t have mattered, because I couldn’t have promised you things would have gone my way. Unfortunately for you though, that fool has long since disappeared and you’re left facing off against a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. WIth my quick ascension through this tournament, everybody wants to see me take it all the way, but if I don’t, it’s not going to come as any kind of major shock to them. You on the other hand, that’s a different story isn’t it? If… No, WHEN you face defeat Damon, everything you’ve built up thus far will come crumbling down around you, and the once untouchable mystique you have carried will be shattered for good. As a matter of fact, don’t be surprised if after I beat your ass in the middle of that ring, your career takes a total dive because the damage it’s going to do to your reputation is going to haunt you for years to come. Everytime you start to run your mouth about how unstoppable you are, everybody is going to be quick to ask you how unstoppable you were the night I laid you out. Every single time you try to climb back onto that high horse and speak of your accomplishments, nobody’s going to be listening because all they’re going to see is the man who helped springboard Gabriel Eden towards his crown as King of Elite. What do you say then Damon? When all of your bullshit is laid out in front of the entire world and you no longer have a leg to stand on, what bullshit do you hide behind then? Face it Damon, everything you aspire to be rests on this very match, and the thought of losing it all to a man you tried to pretend didn’t exist scares the hell out of you doesn’t it? You see, all the pressure is on you this week isn’t it? The lights are on bright, and if you slip up even once, the entire world is going to watch you fall, and they are going to remember it for as long as they possibly can. There’s no way to spin it Damon, it’s make or break for you at Voltage, and the only way for me to go is up. All eyes are on you and all hope is with me. Your odds are looking too good are they?

    So say what you want Damon. Tell me how you’re going to tear me limb from limb with every cheesy finishing move you have. Remind me how you are the future of this business, and no matter how hard I try, I’m never going to be on your level. By all means, please continue spilling every little cliche that pops into your head, because it all falls on deaf ears Damon. Your words are as hollow as your head, and I can’t wait to be the one to prove it. The past few weeks, I have been making quite the name for myself, and I have been doing it by eliminating the stupidity, and overcoming the odds, laying waste to men who feel that I’m not even in their league, much like you. What makes you any different than them Damon? Is it because you have joined the rather long list of men who have held that gold you cling to so desperately? Is it because you’ve convinced yourself that you are above your current station? Regardless of what stupid bullshit you have used to elevate your ego to where it is today, it means nothing after tonight. Your ride to the top is about to be brought to an abrupt end at the hands of the Messiah.

    What’s left to say Damon? What more can either of us possibly bring to the table that hasn’t already been put out there? The time for talk has come and gone, and much like the forgone conclusion of our match this week, I am getting the last word, the last laugh, and ultimately, the last performance from the “untouchable” JD Damon. The fans have been screaming it on social media, the people at home have been chanting it at their televisions, and I’ve even caught wind of a few people in the back saying it, even if behind closed doors. They want Eden, and believe me, they’re going to get every bit of me, just like they do every week. What the people want, the people get, and right now, your total destruction is all they’ve been begging for. I’m not the kind of man who likes to go back on his word, so it would appear you are in for a long night. Now I’m going to end this with a little phrase I heard mentioned recently while I was among the swarms of people you try so hard to pretend are beneath you…

… Sticks and stone may break your bones…

… But Eden’s Gonna Kill You!

Voltage RP#3 January 16th 2016, 9:45 pm by **Beretta**

Your Epilogue

Voltage RP#3

Beretta's Locker Room

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We open to Beretta in his locker room. He has a grin on his face and more so disappointment on his mind. He felt as if this could have been a really good week but his opponents let him down.

Beretta: You know Troy, I find it funny that I’m some hardheaded kid when you haven’t done a bit of research on me. You could have at least taken a quick look at my bio before bragging about how you’re one of the most talented wrestlers in e-fed history.

He grabs his elbow pads out of his bag.

Beretta: You want us to stop believing in the past but how is that possible? You’ve done nothing in the newly 2016 and you’re not proving yourself to be any different than your past.

He puts each one of his elbow pads on.

Beretta: Claiming that you’re not the same Troy Archello is like me saying I’ve got a million dollars in the bank. It’s nothing but hear say. It’s about proving yourself. You haven’t proven shit this week, that’s why you’re getting treated like shit and that’s why I will kick the shit out of you.

Next, he grabs the tape for his wrist out of his bag.

Beretta: You claim that this is YOUR brand and YOUR company but again, I don’t see your name on a single title history list. I see guys like Mr. Dedede, you know the owner of the company you claim to be yours on the top of many title lists. Quit acting like something you’re not. Even in the retired championships, you’re not there. I see your boy Nick with an Elite Championship but he’s far from the man he used to be, just like you being the man you CLAIM to be.

He begins to tape his right wrist.

Beretta: This game is all about winning. It’s about championships. It’s about being the best. It frustrates you that I’m real and don’t need a fucking gimmick. It frustrates you that my history is much more impressive than anything you’ve ever done but then again, you wouldn’t know about it because you’ve neglected it. You and your partners.

He rips the tape on his right wrist and starts the tape on his left wrist.

Beretta: Speaking of which, Angel, where you at brother? Voltage you ran your mouth, earlier this week you tried digging yourself out of a grave that you put yourself in and now I’ve put you back in that grave. Then there’s Big Ray…you’ll clearly have some kind of excuse to how you pathetic you are and I’m sorry but it’s too late for excuses. They can’t help you when you can’t even help yourself. So Ray, get ready for that ass kicking I’ve been warning about.

He grabs his boots out of his bag and puts them on the ground.

Beretta: Archello, quit with the bullshit and look between the 3 or 4 sentences I have for all of you. You think stars are made off of their words and now apparently they’re made for the number of sentences they have. Just stop, fam. I’ve got a bullet with your name on it and it will be the final nail in the coffin to your negligence. I gave you a chance, you missed that, I buried you and again, you missed another chance. You think Nick Angel will continue your career but how’s that going to happen when I put an end to them at Voltage? Even if I decide to let you fight for another week, it shouldn’t be hard for you to reach places you’ve never been. Why? Because you’ve never been anywhere. Your claims to beating Nick in the AWF days is pretty dull, isn’t it? I don’t care about your charisma, attitude and your fucking chants…

He begins to laugh.

Beretta: Is that a real statement? Is that supposed to impress me? Take those chants and shove em, kid. Realize that the future is here and it’s me. Realize that you’re resurrecting career will fall because of me. Archello, Angel and Rhyse…be prepared for the bullets I have in the chamber for you. Be prepared to fail and fall, again. Kids, consider me your epilogue.

The scene fades to him grinning.

Voltage Promo #2

I stand before the entrance of the ramp that will lead down to the ring. I am dressed in jeans and a black blouse for now as the show isn't til later. I am here as the crew is setting things up, I take a breath and sit down on a moving crate.

“For me it has been two years away from any type of ring, for me it has been a road that has brought me back to something I didn't think I could get into. I figured long ago that my older brother Antonio ruined this for me, he got a little mad with how things were ran and he closed up shop on his federation back then. I straggled over to another brand that had inspired him but that has since closed too. I felt the wandering nature as if I didn't truly need to be wrestling. My father trained me because he used to run a small Indy promotion that traveled about with my mother having passed long ago to. But when your still young you need to step up to the grind of the business and find your foothold once more. Mine will come from the first match back. Doubt isn't there but nerves are, I am nervous to miss a beat or mess up a single move but it will probably fade when the bell rings. Save to say I know Eris has the ring rule on me in this notion since I've been out for so long. But I have been in the ring before and I know exactly that I am capable of taking over the odds. I've become something of a hermit not even paying attention to the attitudes of people. A hermit to wrestling as I decided it was better to just watch like a sidelined jabroni. But I've learned that it is this passion in me that helps me survive. Eris I know you've got two matches this week and I know full well your eyes are not fixated on me but on a bigger match that you have. But I am really feeling the match for one reason most of all Eris.”

Standing up from the moving crate I open it up to reveal a hub cap, garbage can, kendo stick, razor wire, barbwire wrapped around a baseball bat, a crowbar, and even tube lights taped together. I smile as I pull out a chair that says “Send them to Heaven” with an Angel logo like I wear upon it. I close the lid and I fold open the chair and sit upon it.

“My background? No one knew this I come from a family that prides itself on wrestling, they founded their very blood on wrestling. My brother was someone whom ran VCW which stands for Violent Championship Wrestling. I think at one point he switched the name because that seemed common but you know what I learned how to be extreme and we are in an Extreme Rules match where making one another bleed is an absolute honor, it is like encompassing the ring with your very essence when the blood is spilled. You can look at this as something where you may dominate but I promise you holding back is not my intentions. I am finding this very exciting that my first match back is one where I can do my thing, something I know so well. Destroying another woman with all intent of doing damage is like putting a pudgy child around tons of pudding there will be a mess and in the end nothing will be regretted. I live for the fight that we will have and all future matches to come. Because even you cannot disconnect me from what I want to do, you cannot fathom where I come from while you may have footing here I don't scare and I don't look away from anyone. I will be that girl to look you in the eye and be like are you ready? Then in the end you will learn it first hand that a woman such as myself is only looking for the right time to strike you down. I don't care if a fan brings something to the ring if I get handed something I will use it and even if I feel like taking a microphone to your head so the world hears a thump that is allowed. I could place your head between a ladder rung while your laying on it. Then do a diving leg drop off the top rope with a chair under my leg possibly landing on your neck just to hear the snap echo. See when you are set on a thing you just do it doesn't matter who is involved or what the outcome can be. I look forward to just doing what is needed to be done. You understand that because you are in a group that will go to any lengths to do their thing. Like I said I've been watching for the last few months and you are a part of something that most people either respect or fear. But me you are another name, another opponent, another means to an end so to speak. So while you focus on other things other than me that will be the reason I get a win over you. That will be the reason that I pull the wool over your eyes and the very reason why I won't fall into nothingness. I live to be extreme and I live to fight. Beauty is external it is the pages of the book that make the read worth it and I promise to show people that a story can come from anywhere. Violence is as violence does and that is simple violence happens. I come from Murder City of Michigan but don't worry I will leave you like in the four letters of a famous car company from where I live. FORD FOUND ON ROAD DEAD! Much love and luck Eris!”

With that I smile looking back to the crate and find my confidence for later on I was ready to do this and I sure as hell wasn't backing down. First impressions were going to come and this was for me to set mine.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 16th 2016, 8:27 pm by **Boom.**

(The scene begins as Troy Archello is seen preparing for an upcoming match he has later that night. These preparations consist of work-outs and some warm-ups. It’s also apparent that Archello is looking at himself in a mirror and slapping himself.)

It seems like the hardheaded kid doesn’t want to shut his mouth. From what I’ve heard, this rookie has a lot more to say about me and how he thinks he’s much better than me. Beretta, tell me one thing before I start the live burial of you. What is even going on in your head? If you really think you’re this great and upcoming talent, you’re dead wrong. You’re also wrong about everything you’ve ever said about me in the past few days. You see, a lot has happened to me in the past few months. I was trying to do something I wasn’t passionate about and because of that, it failed. I spent a lot of time figuring out what was the issue with this passion problem and I realized that the issue was me. I was acting like someone I really didn’t want to be; I didn’t want to suck up to people or just do this so I can get boo’ed out of arenas. Then I found IT. I found the reason to keep on doing this and I climbed for it. I kept climbing until I reached it and when I reached it, I felt like a new man. Nobody understood the new me, though; doctors called me a nutjob, friends left me, and the world turned its back on me. When those things happened, I laughed to myself. The laughter became into anger and that anger made me into the devil himself. Now that the history lesson’s over, I’d love to talk about what I think about you, Mr. Beretta.

You are a piece of human crap. This isn’t any opinion or joke; these are the facts. Do you really think I’m going to let you talk down to me? The point here is that you have no clue on what you’re talking about. You’re simply a fool; a kid with tons of fantasies and illusions on his mind. You said I did nothing on my last talk with you and I’m not giving you anything worth your time. It’s funny because you only dedicated a few words to my partners and me in the beginning in the week. It was like 3-4 sentences? Now that’s nothing there. That’s no effort and that just shows how much of a hypocrite you are, kid. If you gave one damn about this, then you would put actual effort to everything you do in this company. Your last little spit of words also showed that you can’t come up with anything good to say about me. All you can say is that I’m nothing or I disappoint people. You see, there’s more to talking than just trash talking and trying to make yourself look cool in front of others. I state the facts, and I prove to you and my opponents that I’m one of the most talented wrestlers in E-Fed history. There’s a lot of non-believers right now, but don’t worry, they’ll be believing very soon. I can wait, but one day, everyone will realize that I’m the greatest man to ever step into this world.

If you really think I’m a huge disappointment, you must be thinking about the wrong man. I’m not the same Troy Archello anymore; I’m sick of everyone bringing up my past and thinking they can just make me look like some fool. That’s not how this game will be played anymore. I’m going to call the shots from now on. This is MY show, MY brand, and MY company. When someone hears the name EAW, my face will be the first thing on their mind. When my name is mentioned, people will praise me for everything I’ve done to make this promotion less of an afterthought. Newcomers like Beretta are making this place an afterthought and it’s my job to make sure that the company’s future is in the best hands. I don’t see the future being a childish joke like Beretta; it needs to be a real man; a real wrestler; someone who can fill up arenas every night. I don’t this for any fan; I do it for myself. This is all about me, me, and only me. At the end of the day, nobody is here for you; you have to fight on your own and prove to yourself that you are the only man who can get the job done. Everyone I align myself with are there for the best and so I can continue my career.

Nick Angel is one of those people who are helping me to “continue my career” and “reach places I’ve never been before”. He’s a very talented individual, but I’m going to have to teach him some things because it’s obvious he’s going to bring down our team. Discipline is the best option to help a mid-tier superstar grow into a great legend. Angel says that he’s going to show me how to step up his game, but in reality, he’s the one who’s going to need to step up his game. He needs to prove to me that he has the right to be called better than me, but that’s pretty impossible to accomplish. He’s a “friend” of mine, but I’ve always been called better than him. Even in our AWF days, I beat him at everything; I had more charisma, more attitude, more chants, and more everything. AWF was Archello territory when it was around and every night I ensured that would be the case. I won titles, I overcame everyone’s criticism of me, and I was destined for the main event of every FPV. Now, it’s simply time to do the same and stop the BS. I’m here to win everything and to be the best thing that’s happened to EAW in 2016. Call me whatever you want, but I’m not a “quitter”, “loser”, and “overrated”; I’m not part of the hype, I am THE HYPE.

So to everyone who’s watching me now, they better watch out. I’m coming back with a vengeance that has never been seen before. I’m destined for so much more than just this. I’m supposed to be the poster boy. A champion that will be better than any other champion or challenger that comes my way. This is the story of Troy Archello, The Deranged Daredevil, and I will live up to my name and make even greater moments this year. I wish you the best of luck, EAW and Mr. Beretta; I’m coming for what I want and I’ll do everything that I can to get what I want. EAW, welcome to your Memento Mori.

(Archello lifts up the camera that’s been recording him and smirks. He then drops the camera as his theme song begins to play. The scene ends here.)

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 16th 2016, 7:53 pm by **Azumi Goto**

The scene starts in a radio studio. It looks in pretty good condition with more modern mics and laptops. Camera pans a little to the left as we're are able to see a two men. One of them looked around the age of twenty and is wearing a dark blue blazer with dark blue jeans. The other man looks around the age of 30 and is wearing a grey sweater and black jeans.

Twenty year old: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Roy and the man next to me Rocky and this is Rasslin Radio. Today, our guest is going to competing at the O2 arena here in London during EAW Showdown tonight. Please welcome,Azumi Goto!!!!!

Azumi walks into the studio wearing a black leather jacket, over 9000 and a blue jeans. Both Roy and Rocky got up from their seats and welcomed her in. She sits down on a leather computer chair.

Roy: Azumi, thank you so much for coming over here for this interview in such a short notice.

Azumi: I'm a fan of you two and the offer came up I couldn't wait to be part of this broadcast.

Rocky: Thank you for the compliment but let's get this interview started. Firstly, how different is EAW from the Indies?

Azumi: So different. I mean the lifestyle is just so different. The Indies, you never rejected any match or any show cause everything you do is to make it to these big time company. I remember I was traveling all the time, from Japan to Dubai to Canada and etc. I mean now I at least have time to train and perfect my craft of wrestling.

Roy: I'd like to know what do you think of your opponents? And you have 5 opponents in the span of two matches.

Azumi become really serious when hearing the question from Roy.

Azumi: Each one of them is different and that's a good thing. Sheridan, said I talk too much but it’s actually reversed. I talk when I'm told to talk but the rest of the time I'm training for my fights. Sheridan can her trash talk as much as she wants because that her only trait. In my opinion Silence is the biggest threat in the fatal four way match. she is the largest vixen in the current locker room and not only that she has her “sister” with her. That split personality is her best trait, like she says there's two mind in that body so double trouble. But those two will not stop me from claiming victory. I'm not going to lose a third match straight.

Roy: What about your match with Vanessa Holiday? Anything you want to say about her?

Azumi: Two weeks ago I lost to Holiday and it won't happen again. Vanessa, two weeks makes is a huge time gap and I'll prove it.

Azumi pulls out her cell phone and sees the time. The clock on her phone has struck 3:00

Azumi: Oh crap, I have to get going. Thank you so much for the invite but I have to get going.

Roy: Good luck and make sure you win.

Azumi: Yeah I will.

Azumi grabs her jacket and quickly rushes her way out of the studio as the camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 16th 2016, 6:53 pm by **Clark Duncan**

I am absolutely petrified.

I'm not scared for my own wellbeing, because I've never feared anything. I'm just very worried about what is to come. I stand here as EAW's New Breed Champion. I hold a title that represents an entire portion of the company's roster. I'm a leader of men, a voice for all those that need it, a man with a blessing and an honor. To me, being New Breed Champion is nothing short of a privilege. Yet here I stand, unsure of what to think of my competition. When I survey the new breed landscape, I see very few promising individuals. I see people that could make it, but probably won't. These up-and-comers need to take a page from the Clark Duncan book on work ethic. Many of them walk through the door on day one feeling like the world owes them something, feeling like they're entitled to anything and everything EAW has to offer. I was one of those guys. I thought I could entertain the masses with laughs and an unconventional style. This was not the case. I had to adapt. I had to modify my line of thinking and my approach to progressing in this company. I evolved from a joker who wanted to win his way to the top to a man driven by a burning desire to not only win gold and outshine his peers, but also be smart and get ahead that way. I took a route that was always going to be controversial and people have criticized my approach, but I couldn't care less. I don't give a damn what people think. If I was to sit around and listen, I wouldn't have made it this far. Instead, I took the losses, brushed aside the haters and soldiered on to defy the first impressions that people had of me. I was labelled a comedian, then a corporate scumbag, but now I'm New Breed Champion. I had the last laugh. I always have the last laugh.

There was a time where I thought that I would struggle to make waves in EAW. Loss after loss hit me hard, they compounded to form something I thought I might not be able to get over. So when that fateful day in December came, when I got into that ring to face TLA, I shed the weight that held me down. I forgot everything that prevented me from actually getting the job done. I spent many hours processing the defeats and trying to learn what cost me each and every time. I had to question why the hell I felt short on every single occasion. I worked it out. I thought about it and worked it out. I analyzed my situation and broke it down. Each loss, each opportunity. I examined my methods and pinpointed how my shortcomings came about. That's how I won. That's how I defeated TLA. That's why I stand here today as the New Breed Champion of EAW, because I took the time and put in the hours to perfect my craft. The industry will consume you if you don't know how to play the game, but as cliche as it may be, I'm a student of the game. I used my smarts and was particularly savvy when it came down to the moment of truth. My ability should never be questioned because I can go on to be one of the greats, and that begins with this reign. I'm not letting anyone stop me from shattering the proverbial glass ceiling that many believe I'll never break. To those in denial of my capabilities, the truth is that nothing will ever stop me for simple reason that I can do anything.

That's not where this ends. There is a hell of a lot more to all of this. I've had many a man try and stop me, some successfully in other pursuits, but not one will get in my way of becoming the best New Breed Champion that EAW has ever had. A bold claim, I know, but a statement I'm willing to back up. I'm not just here to raise the belt and say "hey, I'm your champ", no... I'm here to give it meaning. People have given praise to the past champions, but I'll be the one they remember, and for all the right reasons, no less. I've already had one dominant display as champion where I treated RJ Caedus like the amateur he is and managed to win the match and defend my championship with a mere headlock. I'm not stupid, I understand that not every defense will be like this, but I'm more than prepared for a fight from anyone who dares to take the belt from my waist. Carson Ramsay is a familiar foe, the one man brave enough to call me out and actually say he wants to be New Breed Champion. I applaud the chutzpah, I really do. Such audacity must be commended. Carson Ramsay believes he's the man to dethrone me and take my title but that's where the fool falters. He won't beat me. He can't beat me. I'm not dropping my belt to anyone, let alone this guy who disappeared briefly to reinvent himself and come out back as a new man. It's a pretty cute vision that Carson has, he's definitely aiming high, but wouldn't be a shame for him to miss the target? He can and will fall short of his primary objective and for that, I apologize. I would like to say sorry to Carson Ramsay in advance for the misfortune that is to come. The man has made a choice, albeit a terrible one, a decision he'll have to live with and probably rue down the track. However, being the upstanding individual that I am, I have something in mind that Carson may want to take interest in. He may like it, he may not. I can't make a an early call there for that would be foolish, but what I can say is this. Carson, be prepared, because this is my domain. Your intentions have been documented and hence I would like to discuss something of great importance with you. Just remember one thing, at the end of the day, I'm not here to please you or make friends. For me, our interaction on Sunday, well... it's just business.

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