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Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 3rd 2016, 1:09 am by **Cailin Dillon**

Battleground promo

Cailin Dillon is seen sitting in a dark room, a dim purple light filling it from the side. There are candles lit from all angles and she sits with her back to the camera, arms out. The camera pans around to her.

Ohhhmmmm…. Ohhhhhmmmmmm… Allllllll righty then.

I’m channeling this message out to Raven Lee, the dimwitted goth chick who thinks she has the power of chaos, or will somehow bring it to me and the Vixen division. Is she gothic? Or is she emo? Is there really much of a difference? Who knows, but the one thing we all know about her, is she has the same rough and tough attitude each and every week. She comes out talking all kinds of nonsense that we don’t care about, and tries to make herself seem so important. So I figured this must be the only way to really contact her.

Oh Raven Lee, if you are out there and can actually understand me — no, I’m not saying you’re stupid or any less intelligent than any others — heed this message. You don’t know me as well as you think you do. I’m not nearly as predictable as you tell everyone I am. If that were the case, I wouldn’t be the Specialist champion. I think you basically classify my wins over Haruna, first to take the title and then to defend it, as nonsense. I don’t think you really feel like those amount to anything at all. I think you believe you truly are good enough to beat me and take this title. I think you’re just dead wrong about that. You’re the type that takes that singular unbeatable approach. You will say I am predictable and you already know what I’m going to say, as if it’s some sort of counter measure to get in my head. You’re trying to paint a picture, one that puts you as the winner in a match where I’m outclassed. Except you’re the only one that sees that imagery, because you painted the whole thing in one shade of brown. Your approach is simple, really. It’s just you standing on the top step and giving me a sermon of sorts. It’s you saying you have me beat with your words because nothing I can say or do will change anything about our match. You’re Ms. Chaos and you’re about to rain down on this division and bring my reign to an end. But it doesn’t come about that easily. I worked hard to get to this point, and you should know that. You’ve been here longer than me, yet here I am. I’m a champion, and you’re still looking for your first, right? You have a strange perception of the people around you. You find me weak, but you have no real reason to think that. You calling me weak is like me calling you a champion. It doesn’t even make sense. It’s just like putting words together just to say something. It’s pure word vomit. But that’s nothing new from you, a girl who comes in every week and does the same thing, and then has the gall to call me predictable. Congratulations on your award as EAW’s top hypocrite. I heard they had to give it to you off the air though. Hell, I voted for Madison, but somehow you even beat her! The funny thing is, you get mad when someone calls you out on your dumb shit. But you do the same thing, routinely. Damn, I guess you really did deserve that award. I’ll have Sue from marketing make sure she whips it up for real so we can send it off. Or maybe you can get a t-shirt. You aren’t about chaos, you’re about pushing your own hypocritical agenda. You’re a half-assed imitation of Tarah Nova, been sold at a dollar store.

Would you honestly think I have any reason to be afraid of you? I’m not scared of you. I’m not scared of losing. I’m not scared of losing this title. The scariest thought is that one day I won’t be able to do what I do in that ring. But I can assure you that end will not come by your hand. The loss Tarah and I suffered at the hands of you and Madison, there was no chaos there. No magic or mind games. There was Madison doing her typical dirty work. You really want to be the one that takes credit for that? It’s not giving you an advantage of me. You talk about one loss like I’m left crippled, momentum shattered and my career over. You think so much of yourself. You think too much of yourself, actually. The pure truth is, you could walk into that ring and beat me. But I will never go down easily, and it’s not because of greed and me wanting to hold on to this title forever. It’s because that’s who I am. I will bleed, sweat and give all I have to win a match. And you can’t match that. One-on-one, I have been one of the toughest competitors in this division for months. When we meet in the ring, it won’t be so easy like you make it out to be. You won’t be trapping me on the ground and chocking the life out of me. You won’t break me. But again, you’re taking this half assed-approach like you’ve already won. You’ve already put in the work and you deserve this. Get real, Raven. Congratulations on earning the right to challenge me for the title, because that’s as far as you’re going to get. There will be no chaos in this match. There will just be me beating you, and watching you eat your words. You think I’m so unfit to be a champion? Prove it, step in that ring and actually beat me. The funny thing is, I don’t see you doing it. Not one on one. It’s not over confidence on my part. I just know you. Maybe better than you know yourself. See how full of it you sound? No, this all flies right over your head.

I’m not selfish and I’m not so into myself that I truly care about rankings or where people put me. I don’t care if someone thinks about Tarah, Eris or Aria before me. I don’t give a damn if they think about Raven Lee before me, even though we can all admit that’s pretty laughable. I’m not going to change who I am, because I seem to be doing pretty damn well for myself. But I get it, you’re kind of crazy and you think that gives you an advantage. After this match, I’ll make sure every time you close your eyes you see my smiling face, standing over your laid out body holding the Specialist title high for you to look at from the mat. You’re like a worn out baseball glove, the leather isn’t so good and really you should be pitched out and replaced. When I look at the roster, I see a ton of girls that deserved this shot well before you did. But that makes no difference. I will go into Battleground and I will show you what chaos truly is. I’ve already done it twice now, just ask Haruna how unpredictable I can be when elements change. This time you won’t be able to bend the rules and look for Madison to help you. There will be nowhere to run and hide. I will beat you on Monday and I will still be the Specialist champion. And you best believe THAT!

I hope you got the message Raven. If not, it’ll be loud and clear come Monday night. And after you, it will be on to the next one.

Cailin picks up a candle and holds it close to the camera, blowing it out as the scene fades to black.

Its all about sending a message

The scene opens up with Kraven sitting on the couch, eyes more red than a child's ass after a good ass whooping. He looks at the camera and smiles with his weird smile, assuming the viewers at home knew what condition he was in. He speaks with a way more mellow tone than the viewers are used to hearing from him.

Kraven: (minor tones of a crazed laugh inside a mellow "stoner" tone) I don't even care about "winning" the fucking match against Winterborn and Beretta, isn't that crazy? A dark match? (laughs) A fucking dark match? (laughs even more uncontrollably) There isn't any beautiful art to create on such an unsuitable canvas. A win, just purely a win wouldn't satisfy my my...my will to display the chaos, the rage, or the the, or the..or the.....

Kraven starts drawing blank, and then burst out with crazed laugh..and his voice slowly starts taken its random yet normal for Kraven tone, almost as if his adrenaline outweight weighs his high....

Kraven: YOU SEE, I can't even sum it up, because all I know is that I want to send messages. Its all about sending messages. My hand being raised doesn't matter, it won't be televised, nobody will care. It will be but a painting collecting dust in an attic where all the other unwanted shit goes. No, no no no no no no no (screams) NO MY FRIENDS! (calms down) I want to do something that will echo throughout the main show, that everybody will want to see. Even if I have to sacrifice my body as the canvas, and my blood as paint to display my art.

You see, I'm not one of these run of the mill guys, running around here just for fun, just for play. I'm all about creating the fucking picture, capturing the moment is such chaotic beauty the everybody will have to talk about, that people will DEMAND to see what I create next. Win, lose, draw, no pun intended, or otherwise I WILL BE THE TALK OF THE SHOW. Someway, some fucking how, I will send a message so clear that all three rosters will feel its effect. HA! They want a dark match? A fucking dark match? Well you are damn right I am going to make this a DARK fucking match. Chaos, pain, rage, I don't care if the match get called off, I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who career I end, I will make this a DARK MATCH.

On the screen a picture of Phoenix Winterborn face photo-shopped on a World of Warcraft female Orc character shows up.

Kraven: What the hell is wrong with you jizzfuck? I don't like you because your fucking name pisses me off, it has no artistic value. Your name sounds like a retarded character from the Game of Thrones novels who gets killed off as soon as you finally start understanding his motivations as a character, just a fucking waste. (laughs hysterically) Your a waste of space, just another coming and going piece of shit, who doesn't equate into the sum of a masterpiece at all. However, I am the Rembrandt of Rage, I can turn you into a work of art. I can break the bones, and peel back the layers of skin that will make you be remembered in the minds of the people watching. You know what I'll do to u...I mean really, you're a fucking annoying jizzfuck, do u REALLY know what I'll do to you if breaking the law wasn't illegal? I would beat you to a fucking pulp, drench you in gasoline, set you on fire, bounce u off a trampoline and yell "THE PHOENIX RISES BITCHES". All just because that would be more interesting than looking into your stupid face, and watching you stupid promo videos, and wrestling you in stupid dark matches! Then I'll stick a pop-sickle up ur ass, watch you push it out and yell "WINTER IS BORN" just for having that fucking stupid name! (laughs then immediately gets a serious tone) Hell I'll probably do it anyways to get some press going into our back to the bus jizzfuck of a match, legal or not.

A picture of Beretta pops up on screen

Kraven: You can record how many video promos you want, and they won't save you from this beautiful ass beating. I mean what was even the point of making the second video, asking where I am!? You have my twittter account you little shit, why you had to blast me on TV? My shits verified....it has the little check-mark, you twitter bird faced twat. (laughs) And you do all that talking, and don't say a God damn thing. If I were to go by what you were saying, you don't even realized your in an un-televised match, and nobody gives a fuck about what you, Winterborn nerd fuck, and me have to say. But unlike you guys, I am going to SHOW, and DEMONSTRATE how I feel, win, lose, or draw, those things don't stop me from going where I want to go when I have an artistic itch. When I want to prove a point I SNAP OUTTA FUCKING REALITY, I don't make a video, and then another useless video that doesn't mean shit like you Beretta.

Take my last match for instance, it wasn't a match, I laid him the fuck out before I made it down the entrance ramp, and I gave the world an exhibition of my artistic prowess, and my fucking fucked from childhood mind! See I understand hatred, I understand pain, and I understand the nuances of simplistic minds like yours. You want Winterborn bad, and he wants to beat your fucking ass also. Oh I watched how you guys address each other, its more personal than when you guys address me. So you see, I am going to let you guys rip each other apart, and add my final stroke to the mediocre picture and make it an masterpiece that the whole EAW will be talking about before the show even starts. I can tell you this, I can tell you my plans, and you and him will still rip each other apart because hatred is a strong value that one cannot resist, and I will still do something crazy, so fucking crazy that I won't be forgotten because winning or loser doesn't stop me from doing something fucking crazy, and I just feel like causing all type of hell, because I just feel like it....I feel like painting some chaos!

Kraven stands up and looks directly in to the camera.

Kraven: Come tomorrow I will continue my exhibition of the extinction of mediocrity. I will turn a dark match in to a DARK match, I will be talked about, I will be heard, blood will be spilled, bones will be broken, crazy will be unleash, and a war of chaos will be raged. Oh I am that fucking crazy and you better believe it. I have nothing else left, THEY TOOK MY LIFE FROM ME AND GAVE ME THIS ONE. The FANS asked for this, the FANS want Kraven Chaos King to raise the hell he raised on that YouTube video, that is why I am even here. I am here to make every single moment that I am in front of a crowd a worldwide tweet. I am here to make every single moment a moment kids will grow to tell their kids and their kids will go to YouTube to watch a moment in history they never seen. I want adults to sue me for what I display to the public eye. I want to be a controversy, because my art is a revolution. I am here to be more than just an existence, I am here to be the progression. I am here show what the world really looks like, what an expression of pain really displays. I am here to paint the beautiful rare art that is rage....because

I am Kraven King.....and Chaos...IS.....BEAUTIFUL

Kraven starts laughing out of control as the camera slowly starts to fade out.....

end.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 11:54 pm by **Venom**

(The camera begins to display a old, run down room. The only light in the room is from that of a candle which flickers on a table. It suddenly goes out. The cry of the crow Nightmare is then heard as the candle begins to burn once again, but now Erebus Jennings sits next to it in a chair with Nightmare on his shoulder.)

The refusal to acknowledge or accept darkness often stems from one's inability to fathom it. Individuals often fail to even fathom the true nature of themselves; they fail to understand who they truly are. Darkness is something that brings truth and frees people of their delusions or lies they've been lead to believe. My ultimate objective can only be achieved by me taking it upon myself to liberate those who lack the ability to understand who they are and to fathom the limits of their capabilities. Only when you begin to know and understand yourself as an individual can you truly begin to make efforts of freeing yourself of the facade that you once put on that eventually became who you thought you were.

(Erebus puts his head down as he seems to be lost in thought. He lifts his head back up as he examines the flickering candle.)

Erebus: Nick, your career has always been similar to a candle. Sometimes it burns bright and at other times it's to dim and faint to truly be of any use. And on occasion it will flicker back and forth, between that of a strong flame and a small one. But how would a candle that represents your career appear as now? I would assume its neither burning brightly, or flickering as it tries to extend the length it can burn for as long as possible. I believe it would be burning as a simple flame, average flame. I say that because your career has become stagnant. You make the transition form irrelevance to leaping back on the scene so often that you've finally balanced out as you teeter in between the two. It's as if you walk through the twilight where light and dark meet. I believe that's precisely where you are. This is perhaps the climax of your career. You stand in the twilight, desperately clinging to the false light that you use for your hope, when what can bring you the truth that you aren't ready for is at your door step, as I stand before you as a harbinger of the darkness that will soon win when the struggle over the light. When you stand in the twilight as you teeter back and forth between success and failure, you stand at the border of two realms that oppose one another. Both wish to claim you as their own, and after darkness wins the struggle, you can finally rejoice in learning that the darkness which I speak of will bring you the success which you have spent your whole career trying to achieve. But you must make a sacrifice. You must give up your hopes of being Kong of Elite and that's a sacrifice that I must force you to take.

(Erebus lets Nightmare jumps to his forearm as he stands.)

Erebus: You question if I know what it's like to be a superstar. Being a superstar isn't a top priority of mine, but it's something I have experienced, and still continue to experience to this day. This ties together with you making the assumption that I'm not battle tested. In the days of AWF, it was I who, for perhaps the first time, make Mr. DEDEDE feel fear. I humiliated the very same man who is the Answers World Champion of this company on a weekly basis. I was the one man that not even Mr. DEDEDE could honorable beat. A time even came when he tapped out to me. In your eyes, that may not be being battle tested, but even as formidable I was then and am now, none of those feats again him was easy. My defeat of Ashten Cross wasn't easily earned. The men I have defeated, the men I have dominated, are enough to qualify me with being on par with that of a superstar. Nick, you even have victories that would entitle you to the very same claim, but none of our past experiences at the top matter right now. We stand on equal ground with every individual who hopes to become the King of Elite, and like you, they all feel entitled and destined to win this tournament. But King of Elite is different for me. I don't desire to win it out of greed or for personal gain, I seek to win it as it is the key to unlocking the gate that stands between darkness and EAW.

(Erebus pets Nightmare as he sets him down on the table.)

Erebus: Whether you purposely disregard everything I say or simply don't understand it, it is obvious that my message to you remains unclear. I described destiny as something that people cling to or believe, and as something I view as a shackle to the individuals who claim they are destined for greatness that that belief only further subjects them to delusions. Among all of that, when I made it clear that I oppose the notion of destiny, you somehow still manage to think that I claimed it would be the reason I ascended through EAW. Whether if you truly believe in destiny or not, you remain committed to the ideals of passion and hard work being the key to success. Success can only come when you accept your flaws and acknowledge your limitations. Only then can you be capable of breaking them, but as of now hard work has only gotten you into the predicament your in now. But perhaps that's a fortunate occurrence, because after I defeat you, you can say that your hard work led you straight you to the darkness that will ultimately become what propels you to true success.

(Erebus grabs the candle and lets Nightmare fly back to his shoulders.)

Hard work and passion can bring results, but arrogance and denial can only bring negativity to one's career. To you I am a second tier talent, but in reality I am the forthcoming of darkness. The one who seeks to spread darkness as far as possible. That I why my career has been so fortunate in it's short span. Darkness made me aware of my limitations and it allowed me to break them. It allowed me to see through deception and delusions and gave me the strength to oppose those who present themselves as a plague and as a hazard to the well being of this company and those who reside within iy. It will be what allows me to defeat you and become the King of Elite.

(Erebus walks forward as he places his fingers over the candle and snuffs out the flame.)

Darkness is just over the horizon.

(The camera fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 9:08 pm by **Caine Kronin.**

Divided We Stand, United We Conquer – you stood there and spoke about the things that you’re not. You’re not like Clark Duncan who blew multiple opportunities to grasp onto a championship that he wholeheartedly believed that he deserved to hold. You’re not a man that needs to have your hand held to grasp onto the gold that the entirety of this business dreams of holding. You’re not like Mexican Samurai who needs to compete with competition who are on a level that’s below him. I’m sure that you also believe that you’re above a man like Brett Kennedy who needed months to find his footing in a division where so many shine. You’re so quick to attempt to elevate your name to the level that you believe it should stand – you said it yourself, JJ Silva is no ordinary man! JJ Silva is a man that has had a taste of the main event! You know the level that you’re going to be forced to compete on when you’re given the opportunity to prove that you deserve to stand at the top of this company with men this world believe is this company’s elite. As I said last night; when I’m given the opportunity to stand toe to toe with you on Dynasty, there isn’t a chance in hell that I’m actually going to walk out under my own will, let alone actually walk out with my head held high, right? There’s no possibility that James Seymour is going to be able to etch his name into the history books with a momentous victory over a man that looks at himself as The Icon, in the form of JJ Silva. It brings me back to the first thing that I said; Divided We Stand, United We Conquer. Mexican Samurai, Clark Duncan and Brett Kennedy – all names that you believe you’re above. But rather than talking about the things that you’ve achieved while on your own, you spoke about the things that The Iconomy did together. It was The Iconomy that helped you obtain the grand opportunity to trying to grasp onto the New Breed Championship against TLA at Midsummer Massacre. It was The Iconomy, along with the High Rollerz and the Savage Ryan’s that took The Mercenaries to their absolute limit. Here’s the kicker, JJ – as proud as you are of the things that The Iconomy has achieved throughout your together; Chris Elite, Greg Ward, and even Eclipse Diemos aren’t going to be there standing behind you on Dynasty.

You see, in the end this mentality of complete domination is going to do nothing more than hurt you. I’ve spent less time in this business that you have; I haven’t been given the opportunity to stand against the likes of a former World Heavyweight Champion like Tyler Parker; I’ve never been given the opportunity to stand toe to toe with a former Interwire Champion like Carlos Rosso; I’ve never been given the opportunity to stand at the top of the New Breed Division as the best thing coming through the ranks of Elite Answers Wrestling, but I’ve had more than enough time I sit back and watch what the mentality you have does to people – it’s something that I didn’t need to be in this company to understand, because I’ve seen it happen through the perspective as a fan. Look at a man like Xavier Williams for instance. We watched as his overconfidence was the main reason that he fell at the feet of the now EAW Champion, Jamie O’Hara. For months he walked through the halls of this company with the mentality that guys like you and I couldn’t touch him. But on Showdown’s Supershow, Redemption, he was proven wrong. Am I saying that I’m on the level of the likes of Jamie O’Hara and Xavier Williams – of course not, but it certainly doesn’t mean that I can’t use the example for the situation that we have here. I said it perfect last night – underestimation is doing nothing more than setting yourself up to fail. James Seymour is not on the level of JJ Silva! I’m going to snap your spine! I’m going to break you neck! I’m going to prove why I’m levels above you! Divided We Stand, United We Conquer! Continue believing with every fibre of your body; continue re-enforcing the fact that you believe that there isn’t a chance in hell that James Seymour is going to beat JJ Silva, because when it comes to Dynasty and the dust of our war has settled. When you find yourself staring up at the lights above wondering what happened, I’ll be there to tell you one little thing – I told you so. I told you that you were setting yourself up for failure. I told you not to underestimate the young kid without any expectation because sometimes those are the people who are the most dangerous. And JJ, when I do, it’s all going to dawn on you that I was absolutely right.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 8:54 pm by **Angel.**

You know Erebus, considering that I have waited for days to actually have any response from you? The response is rather underwhelming. You bring about my failures in the past and emphasize the notion that some guys are destined to be failures. You emphasize that I cannot be a superstar. Yet at the very same time Erebus, what gives you the audacity to say that I cannot be a superstar? In fact, what do you know what it is like to actually BE a superstar in any given moment of your career? I find it ironic that Erebus keeps on pointing out that I cannot be the cornerstone of EAW but little does he know? There is really no valid conclusion that Erebus will even be a star that he once was in AWF. Why should I believe a guy that has a track record of just being above average at best will be destined to take Elite Answers Wrestling by storm? I have stated multiple times that while I have commended your victory over Ashten Cross, what have you shown other than that victory that will give you any kind of momentum to face a noteworthy competition like me? Nothing. You are hardly battle tested and you have not gone against any kind of competition that is rather noteworthy. At least in my case in regards to ending 2015 in a convincible fashion, I have exposed the now New Breed Champion Clark Duncan that he has a ceiling rather than the unlimited potential blasphemy the EAW Universe alike rave about. I also have exposed Carson Ramsey numerous times that he is not the “Messiah” that you Indies enthusiasts preach of. Rather, I have exposed that Carson Ramsey actually needs to find an identity to actually stay relevant in EAW before worrying about living up to the hype. And what about you Erebus? I mean surely going up against a hall of famer will give you the notion that you are battle tested but really? You only have experience against a guy that was trying to revive his glory days only to fall flat on his face. It is not just Ashten Cross if I am being fair. He is an example of an over glorified filler that has really nothing left to prove, nothing to actually gain yet tarnish his legacy of trying to leave at a very high note. And quite frankly, Ashten Cross is just one of many examples of guys who were once main eventers that cannot keep up with the times. Prince of Phenomenal is one example. Colin Kaline after being in the main event of Pain for Pride Five became arguably one of the biggest busts the following year. Point and simple Erebus, it has been over a year and a half that you have been going up against competition that is actually dynamic, energetic, talented, but clinical. And you will get your opportunity in regards to confronting to me.

While you would like to think that it is your destiny in regards to your ascension among the ranks of EAW? I don’t believe in the notion of destiny. I do not like the definition in regards to destiny where the hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future. Destiny implies that that our life is pointless. It implies that what we do and what we strive for; our dreams, our hopes and our goals, do not depend on our passion or hard work. And quite frankly, whenever people are in their own daylight that they will be destined to succeed in EAW, I find a correlation the people who are “destined” are actually the very same people that just sit back and waiting for success to happen. That shouldn’t be the case of EAW. We should not have guys who while talented, have the work rate of a Kardashian just because they are misguided into something that could doom their own career. We should have guys that are the all-around definition of an elitist where he is talented in the technical aspect of wrestling while being mentally proactive of making wrestling the way it should be. Among the finest of professional sports. It is not an easy journey but I can say that with guys like me? When it comes to guys like me believes that a man is his own creator, therefore, it is with our works and our choices that we create our possibilities and our future, our success is rather sustainable. That is not to say success is a guarantee because that would contradict my notion of downplaying the destiny card, but I will assure you that whenever you are putting in the hours of crafting your talent while believing there is a better future rather than being misguided into something that is delusional? I can assure you that you will have a better chance of building upon a foundation that is sustainable. That is what separates an elite talent like me over a second-tier talent like Erebus. Erebus can bring up about my failures even though I can assure you that if you’re not prepared to be wrong? You will never be anything that is original. Erebus can bring up about his notion of destiny but little does he know? He will confront that destiny is rather a myth and it will be overwhelmed by something that is determined to get results done via hard work. Static, irrational wrestling or dynamic, coherent wrestling? Your move Erebus.

The wait is a struggle to experience, watching seconds go by and yet even though that the reality of the gap is shorter with each passing second, it is a nightmare waiting and waiting. With my rise, I know it is coming and I know one day, I shall return to glory. But watching the seconds go by, the days fade from existence, it still feels like a long time. Even if I am one minute away from victory, it feels like forever to achieve my destiny. People will listen to these words; they will laugh until complete silence is all that is left. The wait will be worth it but it kills with every passing second. I want it now but the wait is mandatory.

You question my realization and you begin to call it ignorance. Are you kidding me, you calling this new style of freedom ‘ignorance’? You have no idea what is ignorance until you wake up and understand the poison you are surrounded by, having to intake the toxins of Earth’s disgrace towards you. Ignorance is when every single fan decides it is hilarious to use you. Ignorance is when the mongrels of this company talk shit about you because they are too retarded to appreciate anything but their own progress. I have tried to not just become a warrior but the better man and that appreciation I once gave was my Achilles heel. But like you said, you have not even been in this company long enough so what gives an amateur like you the right to judge me on my preferred style? If you were in this company long ago, you’d be silent about me due to the fear; maybe that is why I have waited all week for you to conjure up some stupid bullshit that I am obliged to listen to. The point of this change is freedom. Being too kind sees you chained, restricted from the usage of sentences to express your feelings so your supposed followers don’t take it the wrong way as well as the additional compression of hostility. What is ignorant is also the fact you refuse to believe my words have any significant value in them and choose to laugh it off. I don’t blame you and your new abilities you bring to his company, wanting to impress people and prove to the fans you are alike the idiots in this company, so why not copy their words in mockery over what Liam says? “Because I am Mr. Unoriginality, Liam’s last opponent said this and it sounded so awesome, let me try”. I have been down this road before Eden and when people say shit like this, it pisses me off due to the sheer ignorance. Every single word spoken has significance, hell I will admit your words are vital but the difference between yours and mine is the fact I am not coming out with typical, slanderous bullshit that I will remind you on after loss because of your failure to attention. At the end of the day, people like you are looking for a cheap way to insult me and for that to work, I have to be offended. Key word you might want to keep in future, same goes to every other person who think I have no meaning for my words.

Do you honestly think I give a shit about how hungry everyone else is in this world, let alone this company? I have stated that everyone else in this world is below me and you think it is sad how I am using this as a leverage to elevate myself to the top? Boo-fucking-hoo, the man of the people is upset because I think my hunger will benefit me stronger. It is such a crime to motivate you to reach your dream? Do you think there is such influence in what you find pathetic about me? Not a chance, you’re acting so bitter about the way I have changed and that isn’t going to affect things, you’re acting so bitter about how my hunger will drive me to success and that isn’t going to affect things. Even now, you are facing the unknown. I am wise enough to acknowledge that people grow through changes week by week because they seek only progress. You will encounter a man who was not similar to his identity months ago but even with that said, you will look at me with calmness in your eyes, defying a notice of death that will bring you down. These words may be empty but once you’ve admitted yourself to the victim of loss, you can also admit that these words I speak aren’t shallow.

The issue you have currently is no matter how much you preach it; there is no denying that you will fall to me. I am destined to return to my kingdom and become the ultimate king of EAW and that is hard for many to accept but I never rely on the predictions of anyone else but my own. Every single person I've ever known has no significance to exist and that includes people like you. I don't care how you feel and I don't care if you are going to push for this to alter the outcome of a previous tournament because you are not going to get what you do not deserve. You're a weak piece of shit that’ll never amount to anything. You will always be damned as a failure and you will come to learn that once I kick your ass in that ring tomorrow night. This company shouldn't be about others having faith that their opponents can reach higher than they can, it is about every single man for himself and I know it is hard for you to believe any signs of threat in my DNA but don't worry, not everyone can see into the future no matter how accurate people in this company like to believe themselves to being. That is why I will be privileged to letting you experience torment like you've never experienced, a kind you cannot even fathom and at the end of the day, once I advance whilst you return to the back of the line like all the other scrubs eliminated, you will contemplate the words you spoke and sit in regret. It might be your self-proclaimed destiny to fight off the limitations to reach for the sky in your great venture to stop me from having the bragging rights but I will get what I want. You have not been in the position I have. You have not had to eavesdrop on everyone talking shit about you and criticizing every single move you make. You're still young; you have years ahead of you if you are lucky. I have gifted the world with the blessing of my success and the voices of disgust never cease. I listen to all kinds of shit said about me and it doesn't wound me, it just gifts me because one day, I will be in a position where everyone can glance and I will be smug amongst everyone else who was wrong. It drives me to find more reasons to hate the universe we live in and to be honest, they are never painful but closures to me but because you are young and foolish, you choose to ignore logic. You want to follow the path of weakness because you feel you can be a shining example and it will suppress on your talent you could've unleashed. But still, you're so ignorant of what could've been and if you are true to your word about wanting victory, it is better to turn over a new leaf and submit to anger rather than be hampered by manipulation.

You cannot deny your ignorance, I mean you are ignorant to the fact that I have ACCEPTED my weakness in the past 8 months and yet, you have slammed me with the opposite, stating I have ignored it for too long. Let me just remind you, I have accepted my penalty and it is one of the key reasons why I have suddenly turned into this aggressive demon that you are disgusted by today, even know you think that statement over-exaggerates my strength in this company. But I just want to let you know, you're no better. You compare yourself to death in the terms of nightmares you cannot escape from and when you included your name to that list, it influenced me to perform a shooting near a school. What kind of stupidity did you just pull? You berate me for my words and yet you're being so clichéd that it makes my head hurt but I will be honoured if I could knock some sense into that dense skull of yours. One Catterson Impact to victory should do the trick and like I said, I will get my own way, even if it terminates you entirely, I won't regret any of my actions.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 8:03 pm by **Regulator**

I’ve been hearing around these parts that Regulator isn’t living up to the hype set for him at all since returning to EAW. I’ve been back since September and the only thing I can say that’s been worth the while to talk about is how I slaughtered DDD a few months ago. Other than that, it’s been rather dull to say the least….I’d be the first to admit that. BUT, with a new year, comes new battles that I have to pick that’s worth fighting and ones that aren’t. I feel like this year, I’m a both to redeem myself and build myself back up as one of the most destructive forces that EAW has ever seen. I’m prepared for the task at hand. I’ve been known to have carried companies on my back and even though I know it does take time and patience to get to where I want to be, I’m down to go down that road once again. No matter what or how long it takes. This coming Battleground, I’m faced with the task of taking on Jay Omen. My brother, with the shit I’ve had to deal with the past few months and the new lease on life I have with the mindset I have, EAW didn’t do you any favors by throwing you in the ring with me. I was once told by a man that sometimes you have to be taken down to your lowest level to realize to work your way back up to maximize your full potential. A win over you probably won’t start me on working to where I want to be…but I’ll take it anyway. I respect that EAW realizes I still have a lot to offer by booking me on two shows this up and coming week. Throwing young talent out there to get their feelings hurt, isn’t that much of a smart decision I must say. Feeding them to the hounds isn’t going to help benefit them at all. Same goes for Jack Ripley. Along time ago, I was on the Dynasty brand and was one of the top competitors. Show like that and Showdown is where I’ve always been known to shine. I’ve always been a focal part of their programming and I’ve always been known to steal the show and leave our fans speechless. Jack, I know very little about you….hell to be honest, I probably couldn’t write two sentences to describe who you was if I had the task of doing so. Given that I don’t know much of the current competitors on the roster anyway, I don’t give a damn who you are and what you have to offer. When we tussle in that ring on this up and coming edition of Dynasty, you better be ready to go to war. This is the best I’ve felt in years knowing that I merely have work outs to deal with in this up and coming matches, just adds more fuel to the fire. Not a dollar in this world, YEAH I SAID IT, will matter to me if I can’t get back in that ring, regain my mojo and take a top spot here in EAW where I once was. Well….maybe that’s an overstatement, but you get my drift. Jay…Jack….my name is Regulator. I’m sure you’ve heard that name thrown around several times before I even decided to come back around these parts. Your best bet is to ask about me and prepare yourself for a dog fight…because that’s exactly hat it’s going to be.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 7:34 pm by **Eclipse Diemos**

Black Dahlia

Bristles. That’s all he could feel. With a slow lift of his hand, Eclipse ran his fingers along the beard that he had grown, before it moved along the array of hair that he had grown on his head as well. It had been awhile since he had cleaned himself up...but the whole ensemble seemed to fit. He reached up to feel his skin, the lack of his skull tattoo still a bit foreign to him, but there were other ways to ensure fear. He licked his lips before bending back, cracking his spine as he stared at Jocelyn who smirked back at him flicking her hand towards the couch. He let out a sigh and moved towards it, glancing at the dvd case with the sticky note taped to it. From Kenny Drake. Again. Well at least it would be entertaining.

“Another one hmm…maybe he has more to say this time. I was hoping to get another chance at him.” he sighed as he turned the television on, taking his place on the couch, picking the few kids who were playing on his spot up and setting them on the other end of the couch before leaning back to enjoy the “show”.

As the video finally ended he sighed again, resting his head in his hands with a look of annoyance before flicking the television off with a grunt. He lifted his head up again, glancing towards the other children who were looking at him with wide eyes, excited to see what their older brother had in mind to say. He looked back towards the T.V. screen, clicking his teeth in thought before he began to laugh and slowly stand up. He paced around the room, thinking through his words before stopping and looking at his hands. The house wasn’t the place for this. With another harsh laugh he moved towards the door, taking a hold of his coat and hat that he had received for christmas from his “siblings” and tugging them in before marching outside into the cold.

“Drake. I’m happy you decided to speak to me again. I was hoping I would have a good challenge when it comes to our combat tomorrow. You were very focused on your loss yesterday...and I can respect that you were also focused on your wife and your best friend. Of that however...is where my interest waned entirely, and where your argument began to fail. There is something I can agree with. We do both desire destruction at all costs. You question though...why do I rely on...as you put it...smoke and mirrors. There is a reason that my brand of fear is used, and why I will always use it. Unlike you, who relies on his fists and his moves in the ring, I use both my in ring ability and my mind. The most dangerous tool in existence is the human intellect...especially when used in the way that I use it. Are my children used to intimidate? Not my intention...but what is more dangerous than the words of the innocent. If they can see the fallacy of your struggle, then what do the adults think. I’m not smoke and mirrors Drake. I am a voice in darkness, and that whisper that you hear walking through the woods at night. I am the darkness itself, chaos and fear personified. So, smoke and mirrors? No. Everything I say is the truth.”

His feet crunched against the snow as he walked, his breath coming out in a few wispy clouds as he ran his hands along the back of his neck. He stopped, leaning against one of the snow covered trees as he laughed again. He blew out a long breath, watching the fog drift lazily out of his mouth before glancing towards the darkened forest.
“I let chances slip through my fingers? Sure, I’ll let you think that. If by chances you mean the chance I got at Pain for Pride. A cash in the vault match. Sure. I lost. Other chances I’ve had. Most of them I took and not only excelled in, but those that I’ve lost...well my mark has been left on the world around me. I’m not going to let you discount the accomplishments I have made. The things that I have done in this business for my family. You respect that about me, I believe. Just like you, I do everything for this family that I have created. Your chance at fame...it comes down to you against me in this first round of many for King of Elite. You believe that you will walk out the winner of it...but I think the world around you knows better. I am walking into this as the dark horse, the one that people will put money on...but under the table dealing. I respect you...which many people know isn’t a good thing when it comes to what I do to people in the ring. I go all out against those I like. So I hope that you are prepared for that kind of destruction Drake.”

He continued to walk along the snow, breathing out again until he found himself by the frozen river. In the rest of the season, this river would be constantly flowing, with life buzzing all around it. Now. Winter had come. The life that existed here, buried underneath the ice that the children had used to skate along. Eclipse himself wiped off some snow from the bank, taking a seat there and removing a piece of jerky from his pocket, biting into it and chewing as he looked out at the beautiful frozen oasis.

“This world is so strange. It tries to destroy what it thrives upon, worships peace when it craves war, admires the beauty in flesh...and glorifies the ugly in it as well. Duality at its finest. Those like me suffer from that duality, for we are unclear of where we lie upon. Glorified by the silent majority, reviled by the vocal minority. Locked away from the rest of the world, yet on display for all in glass cells. I speak for that group...I represent them. The voices of the innocence that cry out to be heard, the ones that seek vengeance against those that have had wrongs done to them, the murders, the feared, and above all...the insane. Drake, the king of elite is standing before you. My crown is chaos. What’s yours?”

*Brody is seen outside, looking at the EAW headquarters.*
So, this is where the elite of the elite play, huh? Well, while everyone on the roster prides themselves on being elite athletes, I pride myself on being the elite ass kicker. I don't jump around like a little monkey. This is a competition, not a circus. If I wanted to do fancy acrobatics, I would join a circus. But, I came here to beat people up and kick ass. That's really all I know how to do. Everybody that can jump and flip for ten minutes straight, good for you. I don't do that
*Brody balls his fist and holds it up in front of the camera*
You see this? This is what you need to survive in this world as a man along with the heart and passion and, from man to man, no one on this roster has even close to my heart and passion for this business. Back in the day, there were big guys with egos to back them up because they earned the right to have an ego. Nowadays, the business is poisoned with small guys that have large egos just to have them. Before I signed with EAW, I had to fight for my share and I still have to. The difference between now and then is I get paid to fight now. That means now I can pay for my hospital bills that I never could've paid for in the past. Money is not my motive, though. Everyone says that they're men and that they're better than everyone else for the simple fact that they've had athletic experiences in high school. They were jocks. They were football players. They were even baseball players, but high school means jack shit now and those sports aren't professional wrestling. While everyone was a jock in high school, I was a tormentor. I liked going to that little alley behind Fairley High and throwing fists with everyone that had an oversized ego that they could feed enough to. This ain't no character and this damn sure ain't no softie. This is a message to everyone on EAW roster: If you've longed for some actual competition, for an actual fight and not just to beat around the bush, you've got one and his name is Brody Steele. If I were you, I'd be careful for what I wish for, because you just might get it. I'm here.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 4:54 pm by Guest

You were just so jealous of me, and how I became what you wanted to be

A new year brings new goals and accomplishments
Everyone has their new year’s resolutions made up
Fat people want to lose weight and get compliments
I am too good for a resolution as I live the perfect life as it is
That’s why The Mistress got screwed out of her Vixen of the Year award
Jealously, is Tarah Nova, so jealous of me therefore she lost all her fizz
Ugly, is Cameron Ella Ava, stealing my award what an old has been
Domination, is what I did in 2015 and yet I get no recognition
2016, the year where I take no prisoners, and break some shins
The World, the thing which revolves around me
Everyone wants to see me compete, they want to see me kick some ass
The ass of Tarah Nova, flat and pale, that I believe we can all agree
Agree, is what we can all say about my 2015, so where’s my prize
Like Cameron Ella Ava really needs more awards and attention
Attention whore, who could even hurt a fly

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

I wrapped up my 2015, the way I started it, by winning my final match of the year. Caillin Dillon is just no match to me. She is like 0-100 against me, I just think it’s so cute she still tries, I mean I understand she’s got a nice shiny belt around her waist but let’s be honest that belt is a joke, after all it’s the Thank you for trying belt EAW made for that cry baby Haruna. Let’s not forget Tarah Nova, she was involved in that match at the rigged award show. She looks better than ever am I right? (Madison laughs) Oh Tarah, why did you even bother to come back? Is it because after I beat you for the Vixens title, you would turn on your TV and see me holding the Vixens title destroying Vixens, and calling myself the killer of the Vixen killer? You were just so jealous of me, and how I became what you wanted to be. But you failed at it. You tried too hard to be this badass bitch, that everyone feared and sure it worked for a little while that was until I came along, and took everything you stood for, I took it all and made you nothing, but a pale little girl who wears too much make up. I broke you down to nothing, so you had to leave EAW. Who is the little girl now Tarah? You are a pathetic excuse for a woman.

Now enough of that tramp and on to the next tramp I have to face, this Monday on Battleground, Serena Ji, I know, I know, you are all thinking who the hell is Serena Ji and I’m with ya I had no idea myself who she was until someone showed me a picture and well yeah she’s some scrub who I’m going to wipe the floor with. To be quite honest with you all, she is the perfect opponent to start my 2016 year off with, because this will be just a little sneak peek of what is about to come. 2016 will bring the year of domination for Madison Kaline. If you thought I was dominant in 2015, man you haven’t seen anything yet. If you thought I was a bitch in 2015, things are about to get bitcher in 2016. So I’m sorry I am going to have to cut this short I mean I barely even know my opponents name, let alone say anything about her. If it is even a woman I mean hey who knows it is 2016 out there and I’m not judging anyone. So everyone enjoy the start of their new year. Buckle up and get ready because it’s going to be a wild wild ride.

It seems like I have seen this before. When one door closes, another door opens. The EAW World Heavyweight Champion himself eyes me as worthy for contention of his title. And a guy that I have history with throughout this industry, Brian Daniels. I would love to taste the glory that he's stepped in for years in EAW. He's made a platform to establish his entire legacy in history. I respect that but of course, there might be a mistake that he's made. Like I have told Lucian Black, who I do commend for his sudden victory over me. I'm glad that he's proven himself to walk into a deeper revelation of success. However, I'm not going lay my head down off any defeat. I've been beaten and pulverize in my whole career. It's time that stops now. It's time to motivate myself and courage the power within me to go higher. I have a chance to prove to the entire EAW Universe once again that I can be on the big stage. I have a chance to show them by the power of God, I'm still reliable enough to main-event, to orchestrate and even triumph a man's era. Alongside me witnessing is Pizza Boy, who I would gladly loved to have him in my place right now for being awarded " 2015 EAW Rookie of the Year." Gaining a world championship shot is likely to happen in his future anyway. Trust me, with Pizza Boy's incredible growth, I wouldn't be surprised if an opportunity also presented him sooner than later. And he would go off to achieve the impossible that no one would have ever thought. Through this league, I have seen people backtrack their careers and some fast forward to new ones. Brian Daniels can surely wrap his mind around this and tell us of his history of struggles, downfalls and resurgences. I have seen it with my VERY own eyes and I'm actually glad that we have guys like him as champion. But for how long will this spark stay afloat?

Even guys like me, who went on an incredibly streak in 2011, only to end to someone with more hunger and desire. I'm not saying that Brian Daniels has ran out of hunger to feast on competition because he even challenged me to put on the line for his very own reign. But even champions can make quick and unwise decisions that they can't take back. It's already known and made firm that Brian Daniels wants the Heart Break Boy, one-on-one, emano-emano, inside that ring at King of Elite. I'm not stranger to this type of event. I know that EAW has taken a different direction and new look to change this landscape but regardless of it, King of Extreme is the event where I defeated Mister K for my very first EAW World Heavyweight Championship reign that ended less than a month because of the ego in our chairman at the time. Of course, even holding a championship for less than a month, I was still named "EAW World Heavyweight Champion of the year." Because in that one reign, I held it with integrity, boldness and took on anyone that sprinted my name across their mouths. I don't take any title lightly which is probably one of the reasons why I haven't held one since 2011. That reason being for my crazy outreach to contribute my title as some type of body part. Without it, I'm nothing but with it, I'm complete.

In this business, I have been called many names. One of those names was the "Golden Boy," because of my long list of accolades. In about four years, I haven't been much like this "Golden Boy." I never thought I would be even when I returned in 2015. I just thought I would be here to push and grab just a little bit of what I call "fun" in my entire life. Now, I'm starting to be granted opportunity after opportunity to become a world champion again. Sometimes, it's better to question yourself first before you go off into an opponent. I question if I can make another run for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship? Can I take over any brand and bring the characteristic of a TRUE king on its throne other than guys like Mr. DEDEDE, who arrogantly calls himself a "God." Will my expectations exceed those beliefs that I'm incapable of producing? Well... Let's just see. One thing that the devil wants out of me is to bring out that old "ego," but that can't happen in this line of work. This is all about competition. This is all about winning the big one. This is all about being on top. Take it from me, Brian or anyone else watching. Where there's a top, there's also the bottom where you can fall down any moment in your career and life. And sometimes, hitting the bottom is not for the worst but for the better to assure growth so once you reach the top again....

You will be unconquerable.

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OOC: SOOOO sorry I missed Battleground. Won't happen again, promise Smile

Music: "100 Grandkids" - Mac Miller

"I must admit, Beretta. On Battleground, i was not well...as prepared as I should've been. However, I wouldn't go taking all the credit just yet. You do know the old phrase, right? Fool me once..."

The voice belonged to one Phoenix Winterborn, who self-admittedly did not have the best debut in the world, losing to Beretta on Battleground in singles competition, but fear not, my fellow Americans. Phoenix took the loss as a learning experience, and here we have him today set to leave soon from his house to O'Hare International airport, en route to Voltage, where he is set to do battle against both Beretta and Kraven in a triple threat pre-show matchup. One would think that after his loss, Phoenix would be almost despondent, but his smile tells another tale.

"You see Beretta...after Battleground, I brought myself back here to this lovely home of mine here in Chicagoland, and I watched it back. That's what i do. I study, I get better with every match. I know what you do, how you do it, and when you're going to try it."

Phoenix tapped his forehead.

"I must admit though, you have very arrogant and quite frankly vulgar for someone who has all of one match under his belt. The way i see it, your pride will be your downfall, young Beretta. Tomorrow night on Voltage, you will see that the adage is true. Pride comes before the fall. When I said that I am one of the best wrestlers in the world, that isn't just me saying that as some kind of well-cliched catchphrase, that is truth that I speak. I guess you could say that it's...gospel." He winked at the camera, an obvious reference to his other persona. "I have been at this a long, long time Beretta. I have been at this madness that you think you love longer than you have known HOW to love. Wrap your head around that for a moment, if you will."

The wheeled gear bag followed him out the door, as the col air surrounded him, causing him to shiver a bit.

"Which leads me to the other numerator in this equation. Kraven King. Kraven, pay no mind to the explicit vulgarity of young Beretta here, he knows not what he says. I must bid you welcome here, though. I look forward to facing you, and everything you have to offer. Pay heed to my warning to Beretta, though. I made a mistake against him, one which I will not make again. You are included within that. I made the error, and I owned up to it. This business is about getting bigger and better. Ever after fifteen years in this business, I still learn something new every time I step into the ring. I know now that I have to step my game up if I am to bring my level of success to EAW."

As he stepped towards his car, a 2012 Chevy Camaro that has been customized to mirror the famous Firebird Trans Am featured in the Burt Reynolds classic, 'Cannonball Run', he smirked at the camera.

"Tomorrow night, I rectify my error that I made on Battleground. And that, friends...is change you can believe in."

---END.---

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 10:38 am by -

Dynasty Promo #2

Limitations will never be around me and bound me to the floor like it has so many alleged greats.

I am not Clark Duncan. I won't blow the big matches walking around like I've achieved something. I don't need to hold someone's hand to guide me to a Championship because I'm not good enough.. Mexican Samurai is building his career off of those lesser than him. All of these guys worked for months and The Iconomy did it in a weeks. Night one: The Iconomy debuted and utterly destroyed TLA... Week 3: TLA vs JJ Silva for The New Breed Championship. Not to far after we rocked the tag division to it's core.. and it took 3 weeks to qualify at House Of Glass and what would become the one night The Mercenaries came the closest they ever have to tasting defeat. Things haven't worked out which is why we've regrouped and split to readjust. It easy to say there is a long road ahead of me to becoming a champion.. according the average man. But that's the thing, James. JJ Silva is no ordinary man. You have only creased what being a solid elitist is while I've seen the main event! I've proven my worth! I've completely dismantled some of the best this company has to offer and what makes you feel you would even compare to them? You haven't had the slightest bit of success of guys I surpassed within a months time. But you are wrong, James. It's not me with a lot at risk here -- it's you. For every ounce of success I state it takes people to the reality world that hero's don't exist. This hero you want to be is a lie. And for every ounce of success I state --- it makes you want to beat me more. You'd give anything to beat me because this is your opportunity to rise up and me.. well this is just a setback on my journey to claim a EAW Championship.

To say I'm better than you is nothing short of an understatement.

What ground do you have to stand on here? I've achieved more in the last 3 months than you have in your entire life. I've reached these heights while leading a crusade and we conquered. Divided We Stand, United We Conquer. That is not a motto to The Iconomy.. it's reality. When we're united we've conquered far more than any other rookie this company has to offer. And when we are Divided we have the ability to stand with the best of them. Are you the best now, James? Does your passion excel the norm? Should I feel threatened by your words and drive? No. I really shouldn't. The all nature of this business is it only takes one move at the right time and then it's curtains; I understand that. The only thing is -- there is absolutely no way you could ever put me in that predicament. Surprise me, James! Bring the fight to me and I'll show you just who exactly you're messing with. There should be no doubt that I can wrestle circles around you and excel over your level but since you want to hide out of our reality allow me to join you for a moments time. Let's say you turned out to be something worth watching. Say you actually bring the fight to me and you have me in a vulnerable position. What would you do? Strike right?! No. I've seen you countless times blow the match in the end after you had them right where you want them and that's what separates me from you. If I have you right where I want you I'm going to strike and I will not blow it. Being in even a 10 minute match with JJ Silva will guaranteed your career will be shortened. This is a sport where the talent is supposed to be revered, but it was never meant to be this way. I'm not the guy everyone wants to see as the man -- so that's why I bring a whole no definition to the word bad guy. That is why I tape stakes to the back of every loved one my opposition has. What I'm going to do to you is going to leave your trainers and family wondering just why they even wasted their time with you. I'll make it to where you have to look them in their eyes every time you see them in regret and embarrassment. You truly don't hold a candle to my flame, James. It's time we took a step back into reality because there is no chance you're walking out of Dynasty the victor. I'll even give you the benefit of the doubt, James. I will expect the fight you claim you'll bring.. and I'll fight you just like any man in this company.. and after all is said and done, I'll be highly disappointed in the fact you just could not live up to your own hype.

Showdown Promo #5 January 2nd 2016, 10:17 am by **Rex32**

SHOWDOWN PROMO #5 - TRY AND STOP US

Scene pans to Rex McAllister, who is sporting workout gear, is finishing up a cardio workout just inside the Sydney Super Dome. He stops to sit and properly address his opponents.

So Maxwell? You finally decided to open your mouth. You too Venom. Oh how beautiful your little girlie voices sound. I can see now why you guys stayed hidden so long. It makes perfect sense. You see while you DCW chumps decided to reign in the New Year in style, much like The Rex Master is accustomed to doing, Brayden and myself while at odds have been preparing for you. We see the that Trios title as a stepping stone to better things down the road. I think I speak for us both when I say we are seeking success and seeking it anyway we can get it. Your attitude is completely indicative of the typical attitude of people all over America. Yes that includes even Trump. A man completely and utterly smug. His opinion matters not though. What does matter is the preparation and time put in to ensure certain victory. Something it seems like you three haven't done nor do you feel you have to. That is fine by us. Trust me. You boys are about change? Well change is about to happen. It's inevitable. Your attitudes or lack thereof is all the motivation we will need to pull imminent upset. You are looking past us just like Cloud is looking past Sheridan. You are undestimating us just like Minns is doing Victor. You are taking our talent for granted just like the returning Zach Genesis has done so far to Lioncross. It will truly be your undoing. Even with it being 2 on 3 I can clearly and plainly see the difference between two individuals that are far more hungry than the three of you put together. You say we are new here, but please respect the fact that we've gained our stripes elsewhere. Respect your competition guys. We are coming to Showdown to WIN. That's a given. The Trios Title is just extra incentive to work that much harder. It really does not matter what other factions or tag teams you have conquered in the past. As everybody knows and subscribes to. It's like I already said previous. And I hate repeating myself. But success it comes in waves sometimes. Waves they subside though. What goes up must come down. I have also already said from the very day I came here that you don't look past me too far cause the last thing you may be looking at is the bright lights in the arena on your back listening....listening to the familiar tune of 1...2...3. It's gonna happen. Cause like Vic Vendetta, like Sheridan, like Lioncross that certain upset in the minds of the people is not far behind. So Maxwell? Venom? Landy? Times for fun and games is about up. Get ready cause The Rex Master and the The Best Wrestler in the World are here, and waiting. Waiting to show the world and the EAW Universe what true success looks like, what true winners look like. Two on three? Advantage US.

*smirks*

Ta, Ta for now DCW Trolls.

Rex gets up and starts to walk away as the scene fades.

***SCENE ENDS***

Voltage RP#2 January 2nd 2016, 9:27 am by **Beretta**

We open up to Beretta sitting on the ground in his locker room. His back is against the wall, the white tape that wrapped around his wrists are crumbled up on the ground next to him.

Beretta: Phoenix Winterborn, how are you feeling?

He pauses with a devilish grin on his face.

Beretta: You still can't seem to find your tongue but you found your way to the ring and got your ass kicked. I can't describe how disrespectful that is. To not give me the time of day but to show up and think you actually had a chance.

He chuckles.

Beretta: Voltage will be no different for you. You can show up and act as if you know what you're doing but the truth is, you have no idea. I will finish you as every announcer on the show will do their best Mortal Kombat impression.

He begins to unlace his boots.

Beretta: Kraven Kings, where you at man? You were in such a rush the other day, you must have forgot about me. I would say that you would have forgotten about Phoenix but it's clear that Phoenix doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is me. The only thing that matters is how bad I will be kicking your face in. The only thing that matters is how many times I decide to spear you into an art museum you don't belong in. Just ask Phoenix, he'll tell you. Wait...no he won't. He's fucking pathetic.

He takes his boots off his feet while shaking is head.

Beretta: Kings, I was hoping for more from you. Clearly, I won't be getting your "artsy" thoughts and those wonderful wrestling moves displayed on the canvas. But you certainly know how to cut that in-ring promo though...

He takes off his knee pads and puts them on top of his boots.

Beretta: I saw what you did at Battleground. You know, the attack on James. The black paint on the wall but not on James.. I still feel like that's so 1997 like, I dig it. But I don't think you realize that I'm not James. I talk back and I fight back. Kings, you really don't have a chance at Voltage and unfortunately for you, you're actually going to have get in that ring with me. You're not going to decide what will bore the fans or not. You will slide under the bottom rope and get a spear that you rightfully deserve.

He pauses.

Beretta: Phoenix, Kings...I don't need some fancy phrase or a bullshit gimmick. I don't need anything. I'm going to be me and if you don't like it, well you can go fuck off. I hope to hear from you both and I hope you both act like frantic little bitches when you find the time to speak about me. See you in the ring.

The scene fades.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 4:09 am by **Aria Jaxon**

SUITS OF ARMOR -- LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.

Tall floor-to-ceiling length windows lined the entire wall of this terminal at LAX, allowing the sunlight to stream in and give everyone inside an up-close view of the planes taking off and landing. On the heels of the holiday travel season, it was to be expected that an airport as big as this would be a busy place. Terminal 5 was no exception, and trying to take in all the sights and sounds all at one time was about as close to sensory overload as you could get. Booming voices over the intercom, luggage wheels rolling on the tiled floor, and people talking to one another all blended together, making it a somewhat noisy place. Aria Jaxon, however, wasn’t all that focused on what her fellow travelers were doing. Chairs lined one of the walls of Gate 58, and that was where she and Brett Kennedy sat while they awaited their flight to Sydney. Both sets of eyes were fixed on Aria’s phone, listening intently as Aria played back the footage of Tarah Nova’s latest vignette.

“...I am not a hypocrite; I am one of the best Vixens here to date, and I will make everyone realize that.”

Tarah’s last words dripped with venom and were tinged with malice, but still, Aria couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. As the recently-returned former titleholder finished up her little tirade, Aria and Brett exchanged a look, wordlessly asking each other, “Is she fucking serious?”

“Well, it’s nice to see Tarah’s debuting some new material,” Brett lolled. Not much could be done here to conceal his blatant sarcasm. “The “Aria Jaxon is nothing against me” line was pretty original. It’s kinda like she hasn’t told you that fifty other times in the past. Oh, and saying that dating me was a punishment was groundbreaking, too. No one’s ever said anything like that before.”

Aria briefly glanced down at her phone once more. “Funny how she doesn’t seem to realize she’s the last person that needs to be taking digs at people’s relationships,” Aria remarked, sounding less than impressed. She wrenched a water bottle from the bag on her shoulder and unscrewed the cap. “Didn’t Genesis leave her high and dry and just magically pop back up a few days ago? That’s none of my business, though.” She took a sip of water. “And really, she should stop using the same recycled stuff she tried using on me back in like...August. The “Aria’s nothing” rant just sounds sad after I’ve beaten her twice.”

Brett shrugged. “She’s a lost cause. You’re gonna beat her. You know it, I know it, and so does she, but you better not wait around for her to admit it.” He smiled at her and gently nudged her with an elbow. “Don’t waste too much time repeating yourself before Voltage, alright? Just go out there and do what you do best.”

Aria grinned and elbowed him right back. “Yeah, and you better take your own advice going into Showdown.”

A ticket agent’s voice over the PA system cut through the other chatter in the terminal, telling everyone on the Sydney-bound flight that their plane was about to begin boarding. The two rose from their seats as some of the other people around them began streaming toward the gate.

Brett pointed toward the line of people. “C’mon. Only thing standing between us and a couple of wins is a whole bunch of jet lag.”

***

"The world at large didn’t revolve around you, Tarah, and evidently, neither did the Vixens division.

You expected the world to stop turning, and for all of the progress the Vixens have made lately to go to waste, as if you were the glue holding us all together. You being scrubbed from active competition in less-than-ideal fashion doesn’t give you the right to start making ridiculous assumptions, darling. Look, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again -- what Madison and Maria did to you on Dynasty a few months back was fucked up. I know that wasn’t how you wanted your title reign to come to an end, and I know for damn certain that you didn’t wanna be on the shelf for as long as you were. What you like to forget is that, after you were taken outta the equation, life went on. None of us missed a beat. For some reason, while you were gone, you got it in your head that the Vixens division was gonna come to a standstill without you around, like you were the only thing keeping the women’s locker room at the forefront of EAW. For all of your tough talk and successful title defenses, the rest of us seemed to press on just fine in your absence. It must’ve stung to know that the same women you talked down to, the same ones you belittled, sold short, and refused to give their props are the same ones who managed to get the job done while you sat on your ass at home in Detroit.

I don’t care about the promises you’ve made to yourself and to your fans, Tarah. You can make all the resolutions and guarantees that you want, but the fact is, in order to get back to where you wanna be, you’ve gotta run over every single woman in your way. Every last one. And with the landscape of the Vixens division changing almost daily, that task gets harder with every passing second. The Awards Show was supposed to be your first night of getting back into form, and how’d that work out for you? Not how you imagined your first night back in action, right? Even so, you’re doing the smart thing and not getting hung up on it. You’re tryna pick up where you left off, and you’re turning your head toward the next challenge...which, unfortunately, for you, happens to be me. You’re going about this all wrong. When you look at me, you don’t see a realistic threat or someone you should be taking seriously. You’re acting like you’ve already got the match won. Explain to me why you haven’t learned from your past mistakes? The first time we faced each other, you were so tied up with Madison that I had enough time to make Starshine tap out. The second time, when I got you one on one, I made you submit. Thing is, when all that went down, you were Vixens Champion. You having that title was the one thing that made you worthy of you calling yourself the “leader” that you think you are, and even then, you were far from invincible. So now you sit here, with no championship, fresh off a hiatus, without a win to your name since re-emerging, and still daring to say this is your division. Maybe there was a time not all that long ago where you might’ve been worthy of calling yourself this division’s leader, but that’s not the case anymore. The responsibility of “cleaning” the division doesn’t fall to you, either. You don’t get to decide who stays and who goes, dispatching of all the girls who don’t fit your idea of what a Vixen is and telling us who deserves to walk these halls and who doesn’t. Fuck what you think. Fuck everything you wanna impose on this division. None of your bitterness matters, and I’m brushing it off, much in the same way you’re foolishly dismissing me as a threat ahead of Voltage.

Unlike you, Tarah, I haven’t saddled myself with the label of being the all-time best, even if I know I’ve got all the tools to make it so. When it’s all said and done, yeah, people are gonna remember me as one of the best Vixens to ever lace up a pair of boots, but I know that being viewed in that light is a process. It takes time. As good as I am now, I know that I haven’t peaked, and I still got lots of work to do. So thanks for reminding me of the fact that I’m not the best woman to have ever walked into this company, ‘cause I never claimed to be. And yes, like so many of the other girls you’ve scoffed at, I’ve walked into EAW with my head held high and looking for a fight, because really, what other way is there to carry yourself? You don’t have to like me, Tarah, and you damn sure don’t have to like the way I do business. To beat you, I don’t have to be the flat-out best. I just have to be better than you when it counts, and well...that’s not uncharted territory for me.

You’ve seen your fair share of women pass through EAW, some leaving a lasting impression, and others, not so much. I don’t understand what any of that has to do with me, though. There you go again, lumping all of your contemporaries together like we’re all carbon copies of each other. In your eyes, we might just be. You’re so wrapped up in the idea that you’re above the rest of us that, from the pedestal you think you’re on, the rest of us Vixens might very well all look exactly alike. I just hope you haven’t quite found your footing atop that pedestal in question, Tarah. After all, what would be the point? I’m about to knock you off of it anyway. Don’t get comfortable. Don’t think you’re about to waltz back into the spot that you believe to be yours. Don’t tell yourself that Sunday is the night you make up for falling short at the Awards Show. You don’t have it in you, not when you’re standing across the ring from me.

You’re right about one thing, Tarah -- a lotta girls around here call themselves one kind of monarch or another, and the vast majority of them don’t actually deserve to see themselves in that light. Unlike most of them, I didn’t just pick out some cute little nickname and hope that it would stick. I earned the right to call myself an Empress...and since you were one of the women I walked over in order to make it happen, I figured you would’ve known that already. And it’s not like I’m the kinda royalty that hates getting my hands dirty. Hopping off my throne and getting down in the trenches to do battle is what I’m best at. You wanna pick up a sword come Voltage, and I’m all too happy to follow suit. The almighty Tarah Nova has had her armor pierced by me before, and this time around won’t be any different."

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 3:41 am by **kennydrake**

Is it on? I can't tell...

Fuck it, I'm going anyway.

Kenny Drake sits outside on a porch. It is around 1:00 in the morning, and the streets of Portland are quiet. Kenny smokes a cigarette and leans back in his chair, holding the camera in his free hand.

Eclipse Diemos, I owe you a little apology, bud. I kinda just...skipped right past you the other day. I was excited, my wife and best friend finally got back home and...yeah...

You don't care, do you?

Thought not.

Look, man. I like you. I really do. We're cut from the same cloth, you and I. We both believe in chaos and destruction in order to achieve our goals.

But the difference, Eclipse? Besides for the glaringly obvious?

The difference is, I don't rely on smoke-and-mirrors; I don't rely on the macabre; I don't rely on CHILDREN to intimidate and get into my opponents head.

The difference, Eclipse, is I am the true future of EAW, and you're just a weirdo in makeup.

Kenny suddenly laughs hysterically and coughs out his smoke. He shifts in his chair a little before looking back into the camera.

I've noticed that ever since The Iconomy ditched you, a fire has risen inside of you, hasn't it, Eclipse? You now feel like you have something to prove to the world; the very same world you want to thrust into chaos. No, before you can do that, you have to make a point, first. You have to prove to The Iconomy, to your "family", and to EAW in general that YOU are NOT a JOKE.

You...you are going to have to wait on that...

Because as luck would have it, I, too, have a point to make. I, too, have something to avenge, and I, too, am looking at this King of Elite Tournament as my chance at redemption.

And I'm not going to let you or your H.P. Lovecraft bullshit get in my way.

This is too important for me and my future for that to happen. This is too important for me and my wife and for my future children. The King of Elite Tournament isn't some little event in EAW that does nothing for the victor. No, the King of Elite Tournament makes and defines careers. I have worked too God damn hard for too God damn long for something like this to slip past me! This is my opportunity for GREATNESS in EAW; an opportunity you've squandered time after time after time! I'll be damned if I lose to ANOTHER LOSER I-

shut the fuck up drake

YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, PETERSON! I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING HERE!

...sorry...what was I saying?

Look, Eclipse. It's nothing personal here. What I say to you now is the same thing I would have said to anyone else, because the outcome of this opening round match is inevitable. This Sunday on Voltage, in the opening round of the King of Elite Tournament, Eclipse Diemos will walk in with confidence...

and be carried out muttering one phrase:

"Drake Rules Everything Around Me."

Kenny takes a final drag of his cigarette and stubs it out in an ashtray.

Goodnight, Eclipse.

You're not scary, by the way. Sorry. Just...had to say throw that last thing out there. You're kinda sill-

Sorry. Ranting.

G'night.

S-T/-A=-T/-=I-=C/--=

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 3:12 am by **Caine Kronin.**

I look around and I begin to think that perhaps I’m a little bit too in over my head. I’m beginning to feel like returning to the company that forced me to feel the weight of failure wasn’t the greatest of ideas. I’m already making the same mistakes that I did throughout my first tenure in this company – I thought I would walk onto Dynasty and run through everything in my path and ascend my way to the top of this company without breaking a sweat. But, after looking into the eyes of the man that I stand across from in a weeks’ time, I don’t if I’m going to be able to survive my first match – let alone conquer the biggest mountain that this business has in its possession. How am I meant to overcome someone like JJ Silva – let alone a JJ Silva with the anger that holds now? Perhaps I should quit; perhaps I should tuck my tail between my legs and head for the hills. Live to fight another day and stay out of the way of JJ Silva! That’s the mentality I’m meant to have after that little charade, right JJ? I’m meant to fear the things that you’re going to me on Dynasty, right? You’re going to snap my spine! You’re going to break my neck! You’re going to make me feel things that I’ve never felt before! What did I say the last time I spoke? Don’t underestimate people without any expectation, because sometimes it’s those people who are the most dangerous – but you’re doing exactly that. You’re looking through me, rather than looking at me. You’re thinking about the things that you’re going to do in the future, rather than looking at the things that are standing in front of you now. Do you want to know what underestimation is in this business, JJ – underestimation is setting yourself up to fail. You walk into Dynasty believing that you’re already going to win and before you know it, you’ll staring at the lights above wondering what happened. You’ll lay there with one little thing running through your mind; how did this kid that was never on my radar beat the great JJ Silva? You’ve beaten Tyler Parker. You’ve beaten Carlos Rosso. You’ve beaten TLA and good ol’ Vance Tybull! The success that you’ve garnered in the past really doesn’t faze me, JJ. Think about it, JJ. You’re not the only person that thinks that I’m going to walk into Dynasty and get shit kicked out of me. I’m expected to lose, and if I do, I’ll get back up and dust myself off. While nobody wants to lose –losing doesn’t hurt me in the slightest. But, at the stage that your career is at now, and the expectation that’s weighing on your shoulders, JJ, losing hurts you tremendously.

With every piece of success that you continue to state; you’ve beaten Tyler Parker; you’ve beaten Carlos Rosso; you’ve beaten TLA – you’re continuing to build the weight of the world onto your own shoulders. You’re continuing to cement the mindset that there isn’t the slightest chance that I’m actually going to walk out of Dynasty under my own will, let alone with my head raised high. Think about what happens if you lose, JJ. Everything that you said a few hours ago becomes completely meaningless. The chip on your shoulder will continue to grow, but you’ll give reasoning to why this company hasn’t shown any interest in giving you a ball to run with. I said this earlier tonight, this match mean the absolute world to me. This is my opportunity to get my career off the ground with a running start, but this match SHOULD mean the exact same thing to you. Not for the same reasoning that it does for me, but because of the things that this match will do for you. You win; you’ve given proof to why this company and the rest of the world should take the name JJ Silva seriously. You lose – well I’m sure that I’ve already said enough to what happens if you lose. If you don’t believe me, JJ – take a good look at the men that you’re standing around. I don’t just mean the likes of Chris Elite and Greg Ward, but the entirety of the division that we both stand in. It took the New Breed Champion, Clark Duncan, a year to grasp onto a championship that he has believed he deserved for months. It has taken a guy like Mexican Samurai months to get his way onto a show like Road to Redemption, without being anything more than filler in a battle royal. A guy like Brett Kennedy is only just beginning to find his footing, after months of trying to get his name noticed. Again, I’ll mention the names that you’ve beaten – Tyler Parker, Carlos Rosso, TLA and Vance Tybull; all names that have had some form of success in this company. All men that at one time or another have fallen at your feet, and after doing so, imagine what the world is going to think if you fall at mine. Whether you actually listen to what I have to say or not, JJ, I’ve given you enough things to think about. Whether you think about it or not, I don’t really care. All it is, is nothing more than a little food for thought, my friend.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 2:01 am by -

Dynasty Promo #1

What stands before you -- is a resurrection. The resurrection of a career. The resurrection of The Icon.. The resurrection of JJ Silva because I am BACK in solo competition. And this is not a mirage! This is here! This is now and your probably asking yourselves why? Why would JJ Silva isolate himself from the rest of The Iconomy? Why would JJ start back from the beginning that The Iconomy fought against? Why would he return to solo action landscape after being vilified and booed and ostracized out of everything that has transpired. The answer. Well the answer is nothing professional -- it's personal. There are a few things that I am setting out to accomplish.. and The Iconomy has done a lot of things that was on my list! Bringing the fight to Hexa gun. Beating names like Tyler Parker, Carlos Rosso, TLA.. and Vance Tybull. Yeah that's right, we did it long before Tig Kelly made it famous! All jokes aside, there are two things that I will accomplish very soon. I will wear gold in 2016.. and I will tear through this companies core. Because JJ Silva is the greatest rookie in this industry! This isn't Jamie O'Hara vs Xavier Williams.. This isn't HBB vs Lioncross.. This isn't Superman vs Lex Luthor.. I will exceed all of those names just as my one being. James, I want you to take a strong look into my eyes. I'm not the same ignorant guy who is going to tape stakes every loved one you ever had and led The Iconomy wolves feast. Nooooooo... You're stepping into the ring with a man.. A MAN that is going to kick your ass! A MAN that is going to put you in the executions device and snap your back like a god damn twig! A MAN that is going to twist your spine with my vertabreaker and pin your ass!! 1! 2! 3!

JJ Silva will be known as the epitaph not only to EAW.. but to any art of professional wrestling whatsoever. You think that I would underestimate you? You know, you may be right. But the board knows.. just as I know.. I am sick and tired of seeing your face! I'm sick and tired of every episode of Dynasty you opening and closing your mouth because nothing has ever come out of it! You're just a small dog in the yard.. but come Dynasty.. I become the best damn dog in the yard and I'll take you down! On Dynasty it'll all be said and done. Tell me, James.. is other opinions suppose to scare me? Am I suppose to be afraid that some metro pretty boy is trying to play mind tricks on me? On Dynasty you're a boy stepping into a mans yard. Tell me, who is the last creditable opponent you've had your entire career? You can't answer me.. that's because there never was a creditable opponent that you've beaten. This self proclaimed Heart Of A Lion has been given scraps and can't even eat them.. and yet he wants to be a star? I've beaten Tyler Parker.. and you're not the man he was.. and you for damn sure are not the man that I AM. I'm glad you believe in the be a star or die trying quote.. because there is no way in hell you'll survive on Dynasty against a one night virus. I have no intentions of underestimating you even with your terrible track record, James.. I intend on rendering you a broken and battered man. Although given your track record; it seems in due time the job will be done. All I really have to do is step out of your way because you always seem to fail by getting in your own way. I've beaten far better men that far exceed anything you could ever throw at me.. I've went to war with Hexa gun and without a doubt came the closest anyone ever has to defeating them and for that my talent will forever be cemented in this company. Ha.. You see, I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off because of guys like you! I have a real chip on my shoulder and the fact that you feel that you have any right to even breath the same air as me makes me sick! You're a waste on the spot of the card.. you're a waste of talent on the payroll.. you're a waste of air time and the fact that the EAW directors don't see that is exactly what is wrong with this company. I don't understand why you're better positioned on Dynasty than a hard working clearly talented gold mine like Greg Ward! I've never been headlined on banners.. never been hosted by these random spurts of show-interviews like MX-Live.. I've never been allowed to set down on commentary.. I've never even been given a two on two rightfully deserved title match against The Mercenaries! This company has been on a downwards spiral and while everyone is pointing fingers The Iconomy has been looking for answers and skipping all of the bullshit unnecessary obstacles that guys like Lucian Black thinks is the source of what's wrong.. and trust me EAW is officially in worse hands so someone needs to step up to the plate and find a new owner because with him in the balance we're screwed! I'm done trying to play this imaginary game this company wants us to play.. I've grown tired of it's failed promises so now I'm playing greedy. This is going to go down my way now! And it starts with you, James. You will soon learn why I am the most dangerous and malicious man this company has to offer.. You will soon know just why I am ----

The Icon.

(Promo opens with Maxwell Dachs consling the Team DCW locker room about their upcoming match.)

Maxwell Dachs: This is DCW's week! This week we attempt to capture the brand spanking new DCW Trios Titles! God damn those babies look sexy! And it looks as to be an easy week boys! We're up against this band of nobodies! This three pack of chumps are so fucking new to the business that they are too myopic to notice that we don't even hold these titles yet! They don't know that they're new! And frankly if this band of losers don't respect this business enough like we do to actually pay attention to the actual happenings of this company they'd understand.

Venom: What do you (burp) mean? How don't these respect this? (burps again)

Dachs: Well Venom you see that these fucking dullards don't even know who is on our fucking team! They think that Mexican degenerate pot smoker Piff is on our team! Hell no you stupid bastards! We are upstanding citizens here in Team DCW. We are the role models your children look up to! We would never poison our bodies like that spic Piff!

(Dachs grabs a Hot Topic gift card from Landerson and puts it through a shredder.)

Dachs: Then this faggot Brayden? What kind of shitty parents does this ass have? Who the fuck spells a name that fucking bad! Jeezus! And look at this boys another one of these emo fucks who think that they're so edgy cuz they take tons of cool and spoopy pics of blood and shit. Yikes. i might get AIDS from him because he's a real gay. And he clearly doesn't know what he's talking about either. He sounds like one of them Black Lives Matter protesters, amirite Landerson?

(Dachs high fives El Landerson.)

Dachs: Anyways, just all the stuff he has said is just horse shit thats spewing out of his mouth. He clearly has no idea what he's talking about because all the stuff he says is just very general and not descriptive. It's extremely vague and you just know he doesn't know what us Team DCW mates are all about because if he did he'd be saying real arguments instead of this vague crap. He claims that its time for a change but he clearly knows nothing about what Team DCW is about. Because if he did, he'd know that Team DCW is all about change brother!

(Dachs eats a handful of the Chicken McNuggets that Venom brought.)

Dachs: And we also have a new friend to help us out with the win! Ladies and gentlemen please welcome are new best friend 2016 Presidental Canidate... DONALD J TRUMP!

(Everyone claps for Trump.)

Donald Trump: Lemme tell you what we are gonna do guys. You all are going to build a wall around these fucking losers and make them pay for it! You're gonna get that title like I'm going to get the Republican Nomination! We're going to make very strict rules around letting jobbers like this into our company! Becuase all of you in Team DCW are just like me, we're about change and just like how I will make America great again! You all will make EAW great again! Now finish it up Dachs, my nigga!

(Team DCW joins hands and claps together at Trump's profound statements. Dachs takes over.)

Dachs: I BEAT GI STYLES! TOGETHER WE BEAT HEXAGUN! WE ALSO BEAT THE INCUMMIES! AND THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN OUR MIDN THAT WE CAN'T BEAT YOU! BECAUSE...... WE ARE...... TEAM..... D! C! DUB!

(The whole team begins clapping along to the rhythm and get up and start to exit the locker room with their new friend.)

Team DCW and Trump: D! C! DUB! D! C! DUB! D! C! DUB! D! C! DUB! D! C! DUB! D! C! DUB!

(Fade to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 2nd 2016, 12:53 am by **Caine Kronin.**

I’ll be the first person to say it – things didn’t go quite as expected the first time that I stepped through the doors of Elite Answers Wrestling. Truth be told, I thought that I was going to walk through those doors and everything was going to be a whole lot easier than it actually was. I thought that I would be able to stand against anyone that this company threw in my way, and that I would run through it all as I slowly climbed my way to the top of this company. I wholeheartedly thought that I was going to physically dismantle every single person that stood in my way as I grasped onto the title of calling myself the top prospect that this company had to offer. I thought that I was going to be able to humiliate the man that I thought I was better than, in the form of Angelo Brando, and teach him that his upbringing never made him better than others; that to succeed in this business, you needed to give this business everything you physically possessed. That it was never about how big your name was in this world; that success came from what you were willing to sacrifice, what you were willing to physically place yourself through – and while it may have taken his entire entourage to take me down, I wasn’t able to get the job done. But, with that being said – like I said, things never seemed to actually go to plan the first time that I walked through the doors of Elite Answers Wrestling. I took the time away from the company to look at everything that I did wrong and to assess the position that I had found myself in. Respect is something that I gave people that never earned it. I looked at certain people and believed that they held the same mentality that I did. I thought that certain people had the same ideals that I did. Respect is never given, it’s earned, right? That’s what I’ve been told from the first day that, not only walked through the doors of this company, but when I walked through the doors of this business that we all love as a whole. I’ve constantly been told that respect is something that’s earned through the blood, the sweat, and the tears that you shed for this business. Respect is earned through the wars that you battle through; respect is earned when you dig deeper than people once thought you could, when everything else seems lost.

You see, I look back at where I was when I left this company, and the position that I’m in now re-entering it. I have absolutely nothing to lose. I don’t have the respect of anyone in this business. I’m liked by a lot of people in this business. I’m not expected to achieve anything in this business. But, like every time I’ve been knocked down and told that I’m not good enough – that I don’t have the heart to succeed in the business as cruel as professional wrestling; I’m going to prove everyone wrong. That there’s a whole lot more to James Seymour than anyone is willing to give him credit for. I’m always going to get back up. I’m not going to stay down, not until I’m dead. The Heart of a Lion… that’s what got the opportunity to stand in front of the world with the grand opportunity to do something I cherish more than life itself. I look around at the things I’m willing to do, and I have to ask a question to a man that I understand will be watching this – so don’t believe that I haven’t forgotten about you. You see, when it comes to Elite Answers Wrestling there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do. I’d sweat, and I’d bleed… I’d walk into the flames of war, and I’d crawl back if needed be. What about you, JJ Silva – what are you willing to do for all of this? You see, you’ll look at this week as something that’s nothing more than another match. You’ll look at who I am, and what I’ve done – that’s even if you remember my name at all, and you’ll believe with every fibre of your body; you’ll believe with every inch of your soul that you’re walking out of this match with another tick in the win column. The funny thing is that this match actually means a whole lot more than some are willing to admit. This is it, JJ Silva. This is my one opportunity to get my career off the ground with a running start. This is my one opportunity to overcome one of the men that has stood against Hexa-Gun and gave them a bigger fight than they would have ever expected that you would have. Whereas for you… imagine what the world is going to think if you fall at the feet of James Seymour. Imagine what the likes of Chris Elite and Greg Ward are going to think if you fall at the feet of James Seymour. Don’t make the same mistake that we’ve seen so many have made in the past. Don’t underestimate the young kid with no expectation, because sometimes it’s those people who are the most dangerous. Good luck, my friend.

Showdown

You talk about losing a lot. Do you know what is ironic, Jason? I can admit that I lost. Sure, I lost because of a screwy finish, but you can’t admit to save your life that you lost the same way. You can lecture me about how reacting to lose is a human thing—we get frustrated, we do not know how to handle it in a nice and easy way, but I can react to it better than how you can react to it. After the match was over, you could easily see the look of frustration written on my face. You could tell that I was boiling in the inside. The difference between you and I is that I can handle a loss while someone, who spend the first few weeks of his return on a winning streak can’t. You don’t see me applying submission moves on referees and throwing a total bitch fit in the center of the ring. Is that how you carry yourself, Jason Cage? Do you think that the people deserve a champion that throws a bitch fit when things don’t go their way? No! They deserve a champion, who carries themselves in the most positive light. These people deserve a champion that they can be proud of rather than some loser who is busy fighting midgets dressed up as Jesus Christ or deranged little girl, who knows that they will never accomplish half of what their idols have—these people deserve a champion, who can reach to new heights and who is not afraid to lose. Sure, pulling you tights to retain is not a popular decision, but don’t go to me lecturing me about losing, when you can never acknowledge that I made you lose. Jason, I can acknowledge the fact that I lost against you. The way I lost may not be so popular to some people, but I won’t lose to you again.

These mind games you’re playing are not real. I am going to be flat out blunt about it. You saw this this victory against me as a tactic to use to attempt to get inside my head more when you realized that nothing you said before the match was working. The reality is: my mind is clear. I can think thoroughly just like I have for our match tomorrow night. 2 out of 3 Falls for the Interwire Championship…I can either pin or submit you. The sky is the limit because I will have new ways in which I can use to defeat you tomorrow night. Who knows? I could be you the exact same way I defeated you before and that is with a screwy finish, but then you’ll bitch about it and somehow, we’ll find ourselves in a 3 out of 5 Falls match because you can’t learn to accept defeat. I’ll beat you again and then, we find ourselves in a 5 out of 7 Falls match and then, I’ll beat you at that and the cycle continues to repeat itself. Jason, for the sake of your mental wellbeing, just accept this defeat all ready. Our match may have not started yet, but I worry about that beast awakening if he loses. You can give me all the warnings you want, but take my warning not only as your opponent, but as a person and that is to just accept losing before it ruins you completely. Men that have faced me in the past are never the same again. Ask Jaywalker, Chuck Scene, Scott Diamond if you really need to get some input about the kind of opponent I am because they would probably tell you the same thing that I am trying to tell you right now.

“I never cheat.” Hellooooooooo! What the fuck was the screwy finish at the Award Show then? Don’t dare using the excuse of “evening the odds”. You flat out cheated, Jason Cage and you’re not being a man and admitting to it. Types of people like you make me sick. The people that claim to be good and follow all the good rules like good boys. What ever happened to being the better person? What ever happened to being a good role model? You know, if you were to have to won this match in a clean way, people would have more respect for you? It might have motivated me to beat you in the cleanest way possible, but to hell with it, I’ll still be motivated and I’ll still win in the end of the day because I’m just that good. I can win from a pin to a submission to you just begging on your knees to make this entire match over. You can be that horrible person and you can’t point the finger at me and lecturing me like I did something so terrible, but it doesn’t make you look like the better person. In the end of the day, it makes you seem the biggest hypocrite in EAW. You can say that I am not looking deeper into the situation presented, but at least I am trying to look it at. At least, I am woman enough to say that I lost, even though the ending is not one that I would have hoped for. At least, if I lose tomorrow, I can say that I was not the better wrestler that not, but don’t you worry. I do not plan to lose tomorrow night. I keep saying that this is your last shot and I do mean it. It is your last shot because after I retain my title, you’re done and perhaps, you can move on to compete for the Pure Championship and you can turn that to the Elite Championship because wasn’t it the Elite Championship previously?

Until then, Jason…

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 1st 2016, 11:50 pm by Guest

   Here’s a question that has been plaguing my mind since Liam last opened his mouth… How in the hell can you turn your back on people who weren’t even looking to begin with? I know that sounds a bit off the cuff, even for myself, but let’s be honest here, when was the last time anybody watched a Liam Catterson match BECAUSE of Liam Catterson? I haven’t been in EAW too terribly long, but since I’ve been here, Liam has been more of an attraction used to enhance the more relevant talent am I right? If a match needs a little name power, but there isn’t anybody available who could ACTUALLY win the thing, they look to Liam. Hey, I’m not going trying to piss on the poor bastard’s parade, but I’m going to call a spade a spade, and the way I see it, always a bridesmaid, never the bride.

  With that out of the way though, let’s get to the point of all of this shall we? Liam’s latest mindless self-indulgence brought up a few points that I felt needed addressed before him and I meet at Voltage. How many new chapters can really be written in a book everybody’s already read? Honestly Liam, the fact that you have chosen to embrace some kind of supposed darkness in hopes of turning your floundering career around and claiming it as some sort of demonic epiphany is just pure ignorance isn’t it? I mean sure, being who I am, I could embrace that change you’ve claimed to have made, and curse you for all of your wickedness and claim that I will cast you down upon a cross of my choosing to redeem you and absolve you of your sins, but between you and me Liam, what the hell is the point? We both know that I don’t slam people down on crosses, just like we all know that you are about as threatening as a four year old with a cap gun. Let’s skip through all of the trivial bullshit and talk about what this is truly all about alright? You’re willing to go to any length to get what you want, because you have come to realize deep down that talent alone isn’t going to get you there any longer.

  I have realized that the smoke and mirrors I was using was getting me nowhere, and I have decided to no longer hide behind Gabriel Eden, the Archangel of righteous fury, and introduce the EAW to the REAL Gabriel Eden. Have I turned my back on the people who once cheered me? Absolutely not. To be honest with you man, dropping the charade is going to give these people more of a reason to stand up and cheer because I’m not trying to uphold an image, I’m trying to win some fucking matches. I would say that you understand what that is like, but I feel like that would be beating a dead horse now wouldn’t it? The last time you and I met Liam, I was determined to win through grit, determination, and use respect as a means to get myself established, and honestly, it didn’t do a damn thing for me, so now it’s like this. I could care less what tactics you wish to implement at Voltage, respect is earned not given. You want me to fear this new outlook? Well that’s never going to happen so you can give that up now. When you and I step into the ring this week, I am coming in with no illusion of some grand scheme, I’m simply coming in to bounce your skull off of the campus and keep my hopes of advancing in this King of Elite Tournament alive.

  As for you claiming to be hungry Liam, well I cannot deny you that. Using that as a reason for why you’re going to beat me however? Now that’s just stupid. I mean, realistically, there’s people all over the world a hell of a lot hungrier than you are, and no matter how bad they want a cheeseburger, they’re still curling up under some newspaper with an empty stomach. That’s the fate that shall befall you at Voltage Liam. It doesn’t matter how determined, how hungry, or how confusingly ambiguous you try may try to be, because when that bell rings, all these words we’re wasting now will upon deaf ears because the only thing that matters to these people at the end of the day is which one of us is going to have our hand raised in victory. Will it be you? Maybe if my name were Alice, and you were some silly white rabbit, that could be an option. Between you and I, when we faced off, I had quite the challenge, and it’s because I was going against the unknown. You had the experience, you had the knowledge you needed to make sure that I didn’t leave victorious, and for that I applaud you, to a point. I mean hell, that’s usually the way a schoolyard bully works isn’t it? Pick on the new kid to make himself seem relevant? Anyways, it wasn’t until you and I stood on the same side of the ring that I saw the chips in your armor. I saw where your vulnerabilities lie Liam, and believe me when I tell you, that I don’t need weapons, dirty tactics, or some false prophecy to exploit them. Fool me once, shame on you, there will not be a second occasion, I promise you that.

  No, the match that awaits you at Voltage is not going to be a repeat from that foolish Pure Tournament by any stretch of the imagination. The only thing that matters to me right now is making damn sure that you aren’t given the satisfaction of ruining my tournament hopes twice in a row. If that means I have to drop you on your head a few times until you get the message, then so be it. No matter where you believe your limits lie Liam, I assure you that mine stretch a bit farther. This isn’t about a Higher Power, or even some half-hearted rebellion. This is about me eliminating the bullshit, viewing this business for what it is, and doing everything within my power to guarantee that I make the most of it while I’ve still got the chance. Regardless of what my future holds Liam, none of that matters except for what is going to come of our meeting in just a few days time. If I leave Voltage unable to ever step foot in a ring again, so be it, so long as I leave that ring for the final time with my hand raised in the air. I will walk through the flames of hell and slap the devil himself if that means I send you to the locker room with your head hanging in failure, so help me God. I’m not here to compete Liam, I’m here to win. Bring your best to Voltage, because nothing would be more fulfilling than knowing that it wasn’t enough. You want to beat me into submission? Well I welcome your challenge. Something tells me that your old, washed up carcass doesn’t have it in you to make me give up. It’s time you realize that your days have passed Liam. It’s time you accept the coming of the next generation. If I have to take you out back with the old 12 gauge and put you down like Old Yeller for you to accept that fact, then so be it.

  They say that the sun shines on a dog’s ass every once in awhile Liam, and for the most part, they’re pretty spot on. Unfortunately for you, your run has come to an end and you have spent the past eight months in shadow, refusing to admit the painfully obvious. The time for words have come and gone, and now we look forward to the action. Come hell or high water Liam, your hopes of gaining any crown that isn’t cardboard are going up in smoke faster than Piff’s locker room. Love it or hate it Liam, there’s some things you just can’t escape… Death, taxes, and Gabriel Eden. Snap, nap, or tap, how this ends doesn’t matter to me. The only thing I care about is leaving Voltage one step closer to the crown, one step closer to the spotlight, and one step further away from the putrid stench that your rotting career has lingering in this company. If you want blood Liam, I’ll be happy to oblige. If you want chaos, believe I’ll be bringing plenty. If you want a war, well I’m up for that as well. As the Messiah of Mayhem rises from within me, you find yourself in a difficult situation. I’ve busted mine day in and day out just to be able to kick yours at Voltage Liam. I would tell you to get used to falling short, but you’ve spent the past eight months perfecting it. Whether you like it or not, the winds of change are blowing, and there’s nothing you can do to stop them. Don’t go away mad Liam…

… Just go away...

Prince Rusty Debut Vignette January 1st 2016, 9:25 pm by **rustygibson**

this is heard in the background

then this plays

"Ich sehe Engel kommen, wie der Teufel belebt mich aus der Asche als seinen persönlichen Spawn.What a mysterious thing madness is. I have watched patients whose lips are forever sealed in a perpetual silence." "They live, breathe, eat; the human form is there, but that something, which the body can live without, but which cannot exist without the body, was missing.As you can see im not the same i am the true definition of perfection and the excellince of intelligions but most of you people are so blind you cant see true talent not one guy in this locker room can handle what i can do i am one sick sadistic son of a bitch i am the god of Deathmatch wrestling the true prince of hardcore *pulls out barbed wire puts in his mouth and scrapes it across* watch as the blood oozes down my face im a man whos not afraid to take it to the limit Lucky us, we all will die some day, yay!' dunnoh, just thought of it Always better. Both of us would have done anything for you! Both of us would have sold our souls for you and look now!” His hand came up, stopping close enough to my face for the wind to carry. The slap would have no doubt broken my jaw had he followed through. Then slowly, slowly, as if braced for rejection, as if he was afraid I would break, his fingers traced the lines of my face.
I flinched as the soft finger pads brushed over a swollen bruise just below my eye. I hadn’t noticed it up until then, but it made sense that I’d have at least one black eye. It felt as though it was starting to swell shut. He carefully slid his touch from my temple, along the curve of my face, down my jaw, across my lips, all as though he had never raised his hands against me. He voice was rough, sounding almost near tears. And now we’re not good enough to even touch you, are we EAW All have been sucumbed to this:
evil is fleeting, where as evil does not flee, it envelops you, becomes forever intertwined in the processes of your mind, inbetween the purity of your soul. never leaveing, never appearing, only plagueing, those who are infected will spread onto others. each and every soul is determined to be infectious.The whole gamut of good and evil is in every human being, certain notes, from stronger original quality or most frequent use, appearing to form the whole character; but they are only the tones most often heard. The whole scale is in every soul, and the notes most seldom heard will on rare occasions make themselves audible.
and The creed of evil has been, since the beginnings of highly industrialized society, not only a precursor of barbarism but a mask of good. The worth of the latter was transferred to the evil that drew to itself all the hatred and resentment of an order which drummed good into its adherents so that it could with impunity be evil.
I've got evil in me as much as anyone, some desires that scare me. Even if I don't give in to them, just having them scares the living bejesus out of me sometimes. I'm no saint, the way you kid about. But I've always walked the line, walked that goddamned line. It's a mean mother of a line, straight and narrow, sharp as a razor, cuts right into you when you walk it long enough. You're always bleeding on that line, and sometimes you wonder why you don't just step off and walk in the cool grass.
You mess with the best, you DIE like the rest" *Prince Rusty Is Coming*

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) January 1st 2016, 8:56 pm by **Venom**

Venom Promo

(The camera displays a McDonalds parking lot. As cars go in through the drive thru, another car comes by and stops in front of the McDonalds sign. The man is Venom. He has a beer in his hand as he begins to grumble.)

Venom: Gonna.. get me some chicken nuggets...yummy.

(Venom hiccups as he rolls down his car window.)

Venom: Uh... yes... Venom here, I'd like some chicken nuggets please. Uh... maybe a kids meal for El Landerson...uh, give him them apple slices. I don't know what Max wants. He just kept goin on and about being trios champing and checking the prostates of Sephiroth, Rex, and Brayden.

(Venom takes a sip of his beer has he remains unsure.)

Venom: Maybe... some prostates. Max likes those things, do y'all have any?

(A McDonalds employee walks up to Venom.)

Employee: Sir, this isn't the drive thru. This is the bottom of our sign.

(Venom looks at the employee blankly for several moments.)

Employee: Did you hear me, sir?

Venom: BAH GAWD!

(Venom yells so loud that the employee becomes startled.)

Venom: Thanks for your help, pal.

(Venom drives up to the drive thru.)

Drive Thru Employee: Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order please?

Venom: I'm just gonna ask. Do y'all sell something called a prostate?

Employee: Excuse me?

Venom: You see, I'm buying things Team DCW likes for our victory celebrate on Showdown after we retain our trios titles over Rekt, Brandon, and Margret... wait, Margret? Is that the guys name?

(Venom thinks for a moment before taking another drink.)

Venom: Yeah, I think it was Margret.

Employee: Sir, I haven o idea what you're talking about.

Venom: I guess y'all don't have prostates. Ok, give me that chicken nugget kids meal with those apple slices and chocolate milk for El Landerson. Could you poor a little vodka in that milk too? I wanna help El Landerson loosen up and not focus on Maria Gonzales for a change. Can you give me a large pepperoni pizza? Pizza always good or parties.

Employee: Sir, we don't have pizza or vodka.

Venom: WHAT?!

(Venom downs the rest of his beer for opening another one and drinking some of it.)

Venom: Sorry... sorry... I just get a little upset when people don't have vodka or alcohol period. Ok... how about.... something called a tampon? Maxwell said something about beating up Roy, Brandon, and Margret that they were gonna need tampons. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I'm sure they might need them after Team DCW beats them.

Employee: Sir, this is getting highly uncomfortable. I think you may be drunk, and I can tell just by your voice.

(Venom takes another drink of his beer as he looks bewildered.)

Venom: Me drunk? Of course not.

(Venom hiccups. He then quickly opens his car door as he begins to vomit. He closes the car door and pulls out to the drive thru window.)

Venom: I'm just gonna come back. Maxwell can get this stuff with me.

(Venom pays and gets the happy meal. He then drives up before he looks down at the food.)

Venom: NOOOOOOOO! I FORGOT MY CHICKEN NUGGETS AND I'M ALL OUT OF MONEY! MARGRET, ROY, AND BRANDON WILL PAY FOR MAKING ME FORGET MY CHICKEN NUGGETS!

(Venom continues to yell in anger as he downs another beer before driving on.)

(The camera fades to black.)

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