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Mr. DEDEDE
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 4:42 pm by Mr. DEDEDE
I may be worshiped now as a God, but there's no one, NO ONE, who's faced rejection in this sport more than I have.

For doing everything anyone else in my position would have done to get ahead, I've been rejected. For taking the most advantageous opportunities at success, and grabbing a hold of the brass rings held above my head, I've been rejected. They protested my accomplishments far and wide. For many of my crowning achievements, I was met with persecution. Vilified for being an Extremist -- hated for being an opportunist. And yes, there were times where I'd be lauded as a hero. But the hero's welcome is fleeting to a soldier. The real heroes are a microcosm in the minds of the people. 

How often do we think of our soldiers? Not that that I would compare myself to someone who's taken bullets for this country, and literally put their lives on the line for our freedom, but I doubt we take five minutes out of our day each day to remember their contributions, and recognize their valor. 

And I would imagine a man who's fought for this company that we all claim we so dearly love doesn't even get a fraction of that gratitude. Not even a percentile. 

And then imagine what happens when a cutthroat, unapologetic, cerebral marksman, considered to be the "Master Manipulator" fights for his own glory? Of course all of his efforts to rid EAW of The Ironfist fade into oblivion at one fell swoop. A selfless man commits a selfish act once and his reputation is permanently defaced. I wouldn't consider myself a selfless man, in fact ''selfless'' is the last thing I want to be. But it's always been this way. For years, and years, I've been demonized for being an Extremist, but I was expected to fight for Extreme at every turn! A turncoat like you coalesced with ACW to serve as a pawn for Jaywalker's money-grab at the expense of the good name and reputation of the principles you now claim to champion. A turncoat like you decided that TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS held more precedence than swallowing your pride and fighting against Scott Diamond's Ironfist, even if it is by my side. And now you have the nerve to call me out in the same FUCKING BREATH for not participating in last year's company-defining Extreme Elimination Chamber?? Oh! Of course! Because we can go about at our leisure and ignore the raging fires because someone else will put them out! We can go about our workdays in a state of ignorance and lax -- but lest Mr. DEDEDE dare to take a fucking smoke break! MAYBE, Impact, MAYBE your cherry picking ad hominems would ACTUALLY WORK IF IT WEREN'T FOR ONE THING! ONE THING THAT EVEN THE EAW UNIVERSE HAS NO CHOICE OF RECOGNIZING, ONE TRUTH THAT THE EAW UNIVERSE HAS NO WAY OF CIRCUMVENTING -- YOU ALL MADE IT LOUD AND CLEAR!!! YOU ALL MADE IT LOUD AND CLEAR AT TERRITORIAL INVASION 2014, THAT ANY PROMISE MAKER CAN RIDE IN ON THEIR WHITE HORSE AND PROMISE A UTOPIA, AND ALL OF MY EFFORTS AT BETTERING THIS COMPANY WILL BE ALL FOR NAUGHT! YOU, IMPACT, YOU LEAD THE LYNCH MOB TO USURP ME FROM POWER BECAUSE YOU WANTED WHAT I HAD! UNDER MY RULE AS CHAIRMAN, THIS COMPANY HAD EVERYTHING YOU'RE PROMISING THESE PEOPLE NOW...... but I guess the snake oil doesn't heal the ails as quickly if the bottle doesn't come with a Hexa-Gun seal.

Y2Impact's EAW isn't an ideal one if Y2Impact isn't in charge.

Well.

Thank you for at least admitting it. Thank you for finally coming clean. You can't survive in this era unless the rules are to your advantage. That's all you had to say in the first place! I feel like a page has been turned in our dialogue. At least your true colors are slowly being revealed. The wolf has been unveiled from his shoddy makeshift disguise. The people recognize the truth, or at least some of it. But let me stop you while you're ahead, before you accuse me of playing the rule of some noble and just superhero. I'm not here to 'save' EAW. I'm not this company's savior anymore. Although I walk with God every day, and although God is with me through everything I do, I am not God's son. I am no messiah, and I will not turn the other cheek. I offer no forgiveness. I offer no mercy. I will not bring you to salvation. I will not deliver you from evil. That isn't part of the job description. But Reckless Wiring is an exception.

This is about me. This is my world. Even God has no control of this world. This all belongs to me. This company, in all of it's glory, is mine. I won this world when I won Battle of the Gods against Mikado Sekaiichi at Pain for Pride 7, and established that I was a God, while you were sitting in the sidelines after being humbled by your predecessor. I won this world in arguably the most epic battle in the history of this sport, and I will rule the world as I see fit. If I choose to do my own bidding after I was rejected by my own creations over a false idol like Zack Crash, then that's just too fucking bad. The EAW Universe made it's choice, so I acquiesced. But of course, the Crash Regime came to an end eventually, and in that same match Hexa-Gun came away with NOTHING. The same thing will happen at Reckless Wiring. And, for speculative purposes, say Hexa-Gun manages to win three matches before Match Of The Universe 2 begins, and no matter what I do Hexa-Gun will still remain in power, well guess what? Guess what??? It won't make a fucking difference. Just like when Zack Crash was the EAW Chairman, it didn't make a difference. He couldn't touch me, because the idea of "Hexa-Gun being in power" is the same as thinking that Zack Crash was in power. It's an oxymoron. Just look at House of Glass that very same year, that very next FPV. Zack Crash tried to take God's throne. He tried to take God's title, but what I did to him is the same thing I'll be glad to do to you as many times as you'd like. And what was it that I did to him? I showed him the truth. I showed him that his world is a bubble. And you, Impact, are in your own world. You live in a bubble. You live in a made up reality where your political power over this place will actually make a difference. You've spent a whole career fighting to match me at my zenith, but your pinnacle just doesn't have the same kind of slope. I sit at the top of the steepest mountain. Those who try to climb it usually fall off. It happens every time. It's a near inevitability. It's like the Truman's Show. It's like when Truman Burbank took the seas to find out what life was like outside of his "dream world'' -- or rather, dystopia. He thought the world was his for the taking. That's where you are right now. You're in a dream world that isn't yours... and come Reckless Wiring, your Truman's Show boat will hit it's wall. 

For nearly a decade the tagline for Reckless Wiring has been advertised to the EAW Universe as "our fate in your hands". Sounds a bit like complete, unconditional autonomy to me. But of course when your argument comes with a fist full of straws, you'll accuse me of partial truths. In fact this whole back and forth between us, as much as I wish it were some intellectual chess match, or a vociferous debate, has degenerated into a frivolous blame game between a God and a virulent skeptic; where a man with a losing record against me does all he can to denigrate me to conjure up some form of momentum, but-but continually has the wind knocked from his sails! You advocate for lies because you're the most egregious liar that I've ever met. Second to none! That's a compliment. I've been in the business world, I've mingled with corporate sharks, I've been in the entertainment world, and I'm not spring chicken in the world of wrestling; believe me, there are a lot of liars. No one does it like you. You're in the GOAT circle of liars, right above Jaywalker and Heart Break Boy. It's not even lies, really, they're more like fallacies. But some liars aren't cognizant ones, and maybe that's where you stand. Those who are trapped in a delusion have no substance to their word, but they'll speak with such conviction that maybe, you think, there's got to be something to it! That's because they've convinced themselves of these false truths the way you've convinced yourself you're this "Machine" who's got God all figured out. You're the scientist who's life is built around formula, fact and theory and it's all you know. But for your whole life, you're proven wrong at every turn. Every time you've come to challenge me -- even when I was at my most despised and you were in your "prime" and we had our exhibition bout on Turbo, you lost. God, It's like routine. But what does a scientist do when something he's believed to be a fact for his entire life becomes questionable? He jumps to the nearest explanation, and quickly debunks anything that challenges the order he's established for his own self. Even if it leads to a slew of red herrings and completely unrelated statistics -- anything but admitting to his folly is a notch under his badge. Because although a scientist would like you to believe his thoughts are calculating, perfectly rational and antiseptic, he's as human as anybody else, and the emperor has no clothes. So when you manage to dominate this entire company and every force that comes up against you and the Hexa-Gun is decimated, eventually this becomes your reality -- that you are invincible. That you are without flaw. That you're perfect. That you can do what no man can do. But when you're met with one task, in front of the world's stage, with your reputation on the line, and this task is an algorithm that "The Machine" has yet to comprehend, let alone compute, for it's whole existence... what do you think the result will be? 

That's what Machines do when they're met with a paradox. I am that paradox. You're supposed to be superior to me because you are superior to all, but I've proven your programming to be false. In your metal mind, your objective is to restore the principles of Extreme because an Extreme EAW is an ideal one... and then you're met with a man who's dominated EAW whether it's Extreme or Elite. I don't fit your formula. I can't be measured by data. What does that make me? What does that make a man who can be successful in any era? An enabler for the weak, as you've accused me to be? Well how do you figure that?? How do you come to that conclusion? Because I'm not an excuse maker, reliant on weapons, and no count outs, and no disqualifications to be great???? I won't knock you for wanting to recreate this company in your desired image. You have the right to change the world if it doesn't suit you. And I have the right to defend my throne as the king of this world, and indiscriminately crush The Machine like any other piece of fucking junk in my metal baler. 

TEST ME NOT.
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 3:50 pm by Guest
.:RECKLESS WIRING #4:.


The scene begins with Eris LeCava on her personal laptop searching something on google
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Eris: Was I really named after a dwarf planet?

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Eris: Well, fuck.
 
She begins to read further into the article.
 
Eris: Hmm, the most massive dwarf planet? Well, I am pretty short – no lie about that. Do I have a bit more meat on my bones? You’re damn right I do. I have muscle, whereas some other ladies can’t gain a pound of mass because they were unfortunately born as crack babies. Shitty parents suck.
 
She continues to read the given article. After a moment, she leans backwards on her chair and begins to laugh.
 
Eris: Hah! I knew Maddie only did a google search but she didn’t ACTUALLY do further investigation. This planet was discovered in January of 2005 and obviously I’m a bit older than that. Although, I wouldn’t mind being named after this planet. At least my parents did me the gratitude of naming me after something significant, something that’s in the record books as to the largest dwarf planet in the solar system. The positive side is that I wasn’t given the name that is one of the most generic names to ever exist in the human race; Maddie. You only name your kid that if you want it to have the destiny of becoming a stripper – I guess your parents weren’t all that off.
 
Eris closes her laptop.
 
Eris: Since you’re so curious as to where my name originates from, I’ll be more than happy to tell you! Trust me – it’s a nice tale. My parents made sure that I knew where my name came from so I could go on from there. They wanted me to live my legacy of the Greek goddess they were obsessed with; Eris. Eris is a Greek goddess of chaos, strife, and discord. The goddess of chaos, Maddie. The goddess of strife; of conflict and disagreement and discord; where there is a lack of peace and harmony. That’s where my finisher comes from – Discordia. Whenever I preform my belly to belly mat slam I want the peace to end. I want nothing but madness run through the mind of my opponent. Seeing the glimpse of hope drain from their eyes as I cover them and the referee hits the mat not once, not twice, but THREE times. The goddess Eris was adopted as a deity of the Discordian religion. That’s what you should do, Maddie, adopt me as someone you look up to. Don’t look at me as an opponent, look at me as a mentor. I can teach you things HBG has taught me. You have some potential, but you’re hanging out with the wrong crowd. You always interject yourself with useless, talentless people. This is why you’re always the odd woman out. This is why you always get the shitty end of the stick because your judgement is SHIT. I want to help you because THAT’S what a great Vixens champion does. I want to help you succeed so one day, one glorious day, you can be as successful as I am. Although, I see nothing but resentment towards me whenever I look at you in your beautiful eyes. Why? Why do you hate me so much, Maddie? I know I beat you, humiliated you, completely tore down any sort of hype you had – but does that doesn’t mean you should have ill feelings towards me! Also, it’s funny how you say that you didn’t need this championship in order to main event “countless” FPV – so why do you want it? You’re obviously much better without it, so why are you over here trying so hard to intimidate me by name calling me in attempts of lowering my confidence so my performance isn’t my usual 100%? You’re so foolish, Maddie. You don’t talk with confidence; you talk with your ego inflated to the point where it’s going to explode. You talk as if you were blind, with shit covered in your already fucked up eyes. I don’t mind if you send me to hell, Maddie. I’ve been there and I kind of liked it. Every time I’ve been pushed down to the cold, hard, gravel I come back as a stronger person – a more vindictive person – a person with more anger and hatred fuming inside. You can continue to ignore my comments towards the validity of your new found persona and that’s fine. It further shows that you’re just cowering away because you know that I’m right. You can dream of being a 2x Vixens Champion, but I’ll just go ahead on to my 4th month of my reign. And then my 5th and 6th until I someone who’s actually impressive comes towards my direction.  
 
………….
Damn.
 
If there’s one misconception all of my opponents have is that they believe I *think* I’m the shit. I KNOW I’m one of the finest Vixens EAW has to offer. I have my matches – win or lose to back me up. The qualities of my matches are outstanding. I’m always told by EAW management that my in-ring work is phenomenal. If I’m being complemented by the head honchos of this place, what makes you think I won’t use that to my advantage, Tarah? It’s not even an opinion – it’s a god given fact. You can compare me to Maddie but if there’s one thing we have that’s similar is that we’re both on the same level. You, on the other hand, you’re way below. Way, WAAAAAY below. Sure, you took out Alexis on Battleground but before that can you please tell me of an event where you completely stole the show? I’m sure Maddie can answer that, ya know, when she completely kicked your ass in your previous matches. And I know for sure I can answer that, I’m Vixens champion and I’ve been successful at every title defense I’ve had which were against a lot of well-known opponents – INCLUDING MADDIE. So what is that to say about you, Tarah? And as for the whore comments – well, I’m just using how you portray yourself in EAW to my advantage. If you don’t want anyone to talk about your provocative ways, then why act that way? Why can’t you act like a respectful Vixen who can stand on her own? And no, how about we get real for a minute RIGHT NOW; why do you think you’re superior than me, Tarah? Hmm? Can you answer that as a fact or as a biased based response? Why do you strongly believe that you’re superior than Maddie? Hasn’t she kicked your ass for months? You’re living in your past, Tarah. You’re living back then when you were in your prime and everyone wanted a piece of the “Vixen Killer”. The Vixen killer is non-existent. The Vixen killer has gone on and killed herself. The Vixen killer is simply the vixen injurer. You’re not as good as you used to be and it’s written all over you. The fact that you call yourself a leader is laughable. A leader, you? You’re a clingy bitch, that’s what you are. A parasite. Personally sucking off as much attention as you can, literally. Call me a lap dog, as if it’s offensive. Call me a weak bitch, as if it’s offensive. Maybe if HBG were to call me those names I’d take offense, but that’s coming from you. That’s coming from YOU. (Eris laughs) THAT’S COMING FROM YOU!!! Ms. Has-Been. Oh and congrats on taking out Alexis, although it won’t do you any favors. Beforehand, Alexis was seen as the weakest link and now that title goes to you, Tarah Nova. The weakest of the trio Tarah Nova, how does that feel?
 

And sorry, I know that you’re accustomed to takings godly things up your ass but I’ll have to take a pass. I have better things to do than follow your taboo-like daily routine. You can go ahead and unleash your old self while I unleash my new self – the Eris LeCava you’ve never been in the ring with. I already know your old move sets and the tricks you usually had up your sleeve… but you DON’T know mine…
Ares Vendetta
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 3:06 pm by Ares Vendetta
Whatever I may do to you. Whatever may become of you when the smoke has cleared. Regardless of just how far beneath me you truly are. I want you to know just one thing:

I understand.

I do. I really do understand why you are what you are. I understand that you’re a man that’s chosen not to place his faith in himself, but in something greater. There’s no stopping the fact that when someone opens their mouth and preaches virtually anything, there’s bound to be even just one or perhaps two or a dozen or more that feel the same way. They’ll follow you and you’ll rely on them, and the problem there isn’t that you believe in something. It’s that you’re dependent on those beliefs, and those people. It’s that you chose to believe in this thing greater than you not of your own volition, but your desperation, It’s no secret that you’re a name who’s struggled to find his place in this company. The years you spent as a young and hungry man with the future there in front of him, ready to take it all on - you likewise spent failing. Failing to live up to whatever potential you may have once had. Failing to rise to the occasion like your peers. Falling further and further into that pit of obscurity, begging for just one more chance to prove you’re worth something to this company and in this industry. When all the injuries have healed and the people who watched you fail have long since forgotten, what’s left to do? Do you just give up? Do you quit while you’re ahead, knowing deep down in your heart that you never had what it took to be a Legend or a Hall of Fame inductee? No. Mongrels don’t quit. They never quit. A bold decision such a quitting requires thinking, and that’s what you’ve clearly lacked. You’re just a dog that keeps chasing cars, never questioning why he does it and if he should stop. You’re just gonna keep doing it, and doing it, until it kills you. I’ve watched plenty of people just like you destroy their bodies and rip apart their minds just for a chance to be of some value. They start to talk to themselves when they’re alone. They start to believe in things that aren’t real - listening to the voices they developed in their heads when the voices of their adoring fans have disappeared. They try to reinvent themselves and they stand in the middle of that ring with a fresh look and a so-called new lease on life, and they scratch, and they claw, and they fall.

The story remains the same.

But not you, right? No, you’re different. You’re special. You’re the man that’s going to shift the paradigm in this company when you conquer Ares Vendetta and become the new Answers World Champion at the Grand Rampage. Do you know why I choose to believe in a God? I never had to. I never had to worship Onryo. I could have simply come here with revenge in my heart, prepared to destroy every name on my list, even if it meant my own demise, but I didn’t. I believed in something greater than me, because I truly believed in everything Onryo stands for. I didn’t come crawling to him on my knees, desperate for help. Desperate for something to pull me out of a grave I’ve dug for myself. I desire vengeance, and so does he. I made a deal, but you? You made a plea bargain. Just like a man that’s lost his job, family, and home, and crawls his way into a Church to beg for God to help him, you too begged for your cause and your people alike to help you in your time of need. Now you preach and you preach about how this company goes out of its way to stop you, as if this company even remembers your existence. You look around and see blades coming at you from every direction, not realizing it’s only your own imagination. You stand up on your soap box and point fingers and tell every mindless fool around you why whatever target you’ve chosen next is nothing more than a corrupted puppet that’s going out of their way to destroy you and your supposed movement and everything it stands for. That’s when they encourage you. They cheer you on. They tell you that they agree and they want you to go forth into battle and save them and everyone else from this evil you’ve introduced.

And then you charge, but into what?

Can you see it?

Open your eyes for once in your life, mongrel.


This isn’t a war where you lead your army into another. You lead yourself and your people alike into a jungle unfamiliar to all of you. A jungle completely unrecognizable. Do you know why you can’t seem to find your way through it? Do you know why you’re lost the very moment you enter it? Because it’s where the real wars happen, and you’ve never once been here, in your entire life. Your entire pathetic life, you’ve spent living cozily behind the talent of others or just outside of this jungle, taking on enemies that led to simple exchanges with a simple winner or a simple loser. Everything seems to simple when you’re holding up an Elite Championship, doesn’t it? Everything seems so simple when you’re riding along with your allies in The House of Renegades, doesn’t it? How long have you been around this jungle before you’ve finally decided to walk into it and truly go to war? You hate me to my very core because I believe I am not only better than you and every other man that took part in this Tournament, but just as much for the fact that I’ve broken two men that you claim to be mentors to you. Don’t mention it to your people, of course, but know in the back of your mind that you truly aren’t as valuable as Tyler Parker or Hades. I’m sure you watched every single thing I did to the both of them. I’m sure you glued your eyes to the screen and witnessed with the rest of the World what a real war looks like inside of that ring. Winning a match is easy. Winning a war requires fighting to the brink of your career. To the potential end of your LIFE. Whatever I may do to you, you’re well aware it won’t make a difference to me. The following day will be just another day. You’ll be a fleeting memory, and the Answers World Championship will be the only thing in my eyes, regardless of who holds it. I’m not going to talk about what I did to Nick Angel. I’m not going to think about Nick Angel. I’m not going to ink the name “Nick Angel” onto my flesh. I’m going to step out of the ring when the smoke has cleared, and I’m going to leave nothing more than a broken mess behind me, as I walk upon every single man, woman, and child alike that chose to believe in his insignificant cause. Who allowed themselves to be manipulated into following a man who only needed them to have an identity. Who relied on them to be what would make him the Legend he never could be. Instead, he failed. They failed.

He fell, and every single one of his people came falling with him.

And nobody ever knew.

Nobody cared.

A movement, a man, and his followers - together as one tree falling in the woods, without a soul around to hear it.

Kevin Devastation
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 1:36 pm by Kevin Devastation
Reckless Wiring: The Phoenix Rises

This old man ain't dead yet slick, and if you think that you are gonna be the one to end me for good, to break me beyond repair, to force Kevin Devastation into retirement for all eternity? Victor you are damn good man, DAMN GOOD at what you do. But let me get this straight for you, and lay it down as clear as I can put it. You can not ever put me down for good kid, you can never put me down like the dog you seem to think I am. You are no Wrestling God, you are no "Savior" in EAW by taking me down. Because you for one can not keep me down Victor. Many have tried, real men have tried to keep me down. Men like Jaywalker have tried, men like DEDEDE have tried to keep me down, hell if you could find him ask Robbie V how much trouble he had trying to keep me down. AND I JUST KEEP COMING BACK! I just keep going on Victor, I just have this thing inside of me that is otherworldly, not driven by ego or by anger or hatred. But a defiance like no other, a way of life Victor that shows the world no matter how hard a man can fall he can get back up. And I for one can admit I fell hard as hell when I fell off the mountain, and yet here we are Victor...One on One for the EAW Championship at Reckless Wiring. Does that not just explain itself that I just can not be kept down, that I can just not be forgotten about. That I still have enough diesel left in this tank to keep going Victor? You can not fight it Vic, its in your mind and you know it. Because no matter how good you claim to be, no matter how much of a Wrestling God that you seem to love to think you are, you know inside that I am not what you wanna face right now, that I am not what you wanna be in the ring with in this day in age after what you did. You awoke the beast inside me Victor, a beast that I can say has been dormant for at least three years. Long before I initially left EAW at Road To Redemption, I had no fire inside, I had no fir left inside my body that burned like it should to do what I had to do to be who I used to be. But that's not the case today Victor...

TODAY IS A GLORIOUS DAY IN THE WORLD VICTOR, BECAUSE HE HAS TRULY COME BACK TO BE WHAT WE ALL LOATHED IN THE FIRST PLACE!

Today is the day that Kevin Devastation takes hold of the reigns again Victor, the day that Kevin Devastation looks across the ring from a man who sees nothing but a shell and shows him that when you crack me open like you say you will...THERE WILL BE MORE THAN EMPTINESS INSIDE, IT WILL BE LIKE OPENING PANDORAS BOX VICTOR! AND WHEN YOU OPEN UP THAT DAMN BOX ALL HELL IS GOING TO BREAK LOOSE! Because my man you have showed the world that I have one chance left, one single shot to be something again or I am gonna be sitting in retirement village watching people like you run that title through the mud. But make no questions about it Victor, this is not a chance to become somebody to be the man again, this is not a chance to save the world from Victor Vendetta by any means man. THIS IS STRAIGHT UP REVENGE! This is straight up me putting my right hand through your fucking skull at Reckless Wiring, over and over and over again! You know nothing of the pain that awaits you Vic, you know nothing of what is coming, and what will come about by this happening to you! And if you think that you actually stand a chance Victor then you sure as hell have no idea what is about to happen to you. Because as I said before Vic, this is the last chance for me to be somebody...so I might as well go out on a high note right? I might as well, how do they say it, be all that I can be before its to late. And oh Victor do I have a plan on how to do that once and for all. OH DO I HAVE A PLAN ON HOW TO SHOW THE WORLD THAT NOT ONLY DO I STILL HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO NOT ONLY BE A MAN, BUT BE THE MAN AS EAW CHAMPION...BUT TO SHOW THEM ALL THAT YOU ARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK AND SAY YOU ARE VICTOR. YOU ARE GONNA BLEED LIKE A MAN, FALL LIKE A MAN, AND IN THAT RING LOSE LIKE A MAN. BECAUSE VICTOR AT RECKLESS WIRING YOU WILL...


BE STILL...
...AND KNOW...
...YOU ARE NOT A GOD...





I AM!!!!!!
Vic Vendetta
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 9:16 am by Vic Vendetta
RW: Final Retirement 


Lets all prepare for the final departure of Kevin Devastation. I promise you all this will be KD’s last venture in EAW, no more “I’m quitting” no more “I retire” no this time around Kevin you will be in a retirement home drinking carrot juice from a straw through your nose. When I say I am going to beat the life out of you, I will make any injure you have ever sustained look like a scratch. But before I get back to you I need to address man who clearly hasn’t accepted the fact that he lost his chance to be EAW Champion. Aren I am sick and tired of hearing my name come from your mouth. Al you have done was rant about how I stole the title from you. Look just because you were to foolish to actually take me out of the equation for good doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve to be your champion. Honestly what I did was smart because you all wanted me to fail. You all thought that making the match a triple threat match would stop me but you guys were wrong and that’s exactly why I am now labeled “The Wrestling God” because I can out wrestle and beat any man or woman that wishes to step to me in the ring and I listen up Aren, Jaime and Kevin, just like Reasonable Doubt kind of like the name I was doubted , I will leave Reckless Wiring not only still EAW Champion but I will leave as the man no as the savior of EAW, the man who finally took Kevin Devastation out of commission. Kevin you thought putting me through the announce table was bad? No no no you fucked up with you laid your hands on my title you fucked up when you even looked at it and now you will be the one whose getting fucked up. I promise that I will make your last match here a memorable one. For you to really think that you still have what it takes to fight me in an actually match is almost a bigger joke than your career here.
 


You've been hoping, and screaming, and failing miserably to make the world give a rats ass about you for several years since your debut but that failed but you saw an opportunity to try and make a name for yourself once again Kevin and I applaud you but after this upcoming Saturday your 15 seconds of fame will be over and my life time of attention begins... Don't you think it is time to hang the boots grandpa? I almost... ALMOST feel bad for having to take away the only thing that makes you even relevant in this business away from you, I lied I don't, I can't stand the way you talk about it constantly, on how it is such a big deal! Let me tell you a little secret, no one here likes or even respects you. The only reason that I even allowed you to be in my corner for those few weeks was because I wanted to be the nice man that I’m known to be. But all that changed when you wanted to take credit for my reign as champion and you should know better than anyone that I don’t take kindly to disrespect and you found out but instead of staying down like the mutt you are you decide to retaliate on the hand that fed you. I am going to show you I am a much better wrestler and champion than you could ever be... I am going to end this title reign fantasy of yours once and for all... I am going to show the world I am the biggest star in EAW not only Showdown... Not only because I have more money than you would ever dream of having, but because I have brains to spend it to my advantage. You’re nothing but a dirty old person, don't worry Kevin... Once I either have you stretched out into an ambulance or flown out in an helicopter... I will give you something really painful and really sad to cry about! The bones in your spine will shatter, like the rest of your mediocre EAW career and your career will go down...even worse than it is now. But if you plead with me then you will probably stop being a joke... I’ll give you the chance to leave with the tiny bit of dignity you have left, and the accomplishment of having held some gold no one gives a damn about for far too long, and having held the title that almost helped you cement your reign as the champion. Well, someone with accomplishments like mine, I will still be relevant in life.
Drake Jaeger
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 4:44 am by Drake Jaeger
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六 The camera opens up to the sight of a relatively large gathering of children at an unknown camp in an unknown location. All of the children happily converse with one another under the bright sun and blue sky, while multiple camp counselors try to maintain order. Both children and camp counselors look towards the stage in front of them as an older man happily makes his way out to the stage with a microphone in hand. After several seconds of urging the crowd of children to quiet themselves, he the older man finally speaks. 六


Older Man: Good afternoon, everyone.

六 The Older Man smiles widely as the children yell out “Good Afternoon, Mr. Sinclair!” 六

Mr. Sinclair: I hope that all of you have had a wonderful time so far. The Lord has given us a beautiful day today, and there’s no reason we should go spoiling it. There’s plenty of activities to do, but first, I would like to introduce to you a VERY special guest. He’s what you might call a “reborn Christian”, and he’s decided to do us all a great big favor by even documenting his newfound faith in God, as you can see by that camera over there. I think there is no better way to spread God’s message than through a film for everyone to watch and enjoy and see just how cool it can be to be a Christian. I’m not particularly sure when this film, “Jesus Camp 2: The Force Awakens” will be released, exactly, but he has assured us that ALL participants in it will be invited to the premiere!

六 The crowd cheers and claps until Mr. Sinclair gestures for them to quiet down. 六


Mr. Sinclair: Now without further adieu, let’s all give a warm Christian welcome to our fellow man… Mr. Jack Draeger!

六 The crowd of children and counselors applaudes as Drake Jaeger - dressed in sneakers, khakis, a t-shirt on that features a pic of Jesus giving a thumbs up, and his usual black sunglasses - enthusiastically makes his way out to the stage with a microphone in hand, taunting and hyping up the crowd. 六

Jack: How are we doing today, fellow Christians?!

六 Drake holds out the microphone towards the crowd. 六

Jack: I can’t hear you! Make God himself want to tell you to keep it quiet down here, come on!

六 The crowd cheers louder as Drake holds the microphone out again and gives a disingenuous smile. 六

Jack: Now, where I do I begin? I mean--

Mr. Sinclair: Well, we usually start off with a group prayer before we do these rallies. I thought you might like to lead it for us.

Jack: Sir, I would love nothing more than to do that. Alright…. Here we go.

六 Everyone puts their heads down and hands together to pray as Drake reluctantly puts his head down. 六

Jack: Uhhhh…. Dear God, thanks for, you know, making us and everything. Uhh…. Try to make sure I don’t die, I guess. Help me finally beat the game Bloodborne. Uhhh… Please take Fuller House off of Netflix. Maybe give us another season of Arrested Development instead. Watch over us and prevent any potential risk of sunburn. I’m done.

六 After a few seconds, Mr. Sinclair whispers “You have to properly end it.” to Drake. 六


Jack: Right… Thanks for being such an… Awesome God…. I love you… Bye.

六 After several more seconds of awkward silence, Mr. Sinclair finally just says “Amen” as everyone else repeats it. 六

Mr. Sinclair: Well, he’s new to Christianity, so we won’t hold it against him too much! Go ahead and continue on, Jack.

Jack: Thank you, sir. Yeah, please excuse whatever mistakes I make. This is all so very new to me, but I’m gonna try to do my best.

六 Mr. Sinclair nods in approval as Drake continues. 六

Jack: Now let’s get right down to brass tacks, shall we? Let’s talk about MY best friend. YOUR best friend. OUR best friend: GOD.

六 The camp counselors cheer as Drake nods. 六


Jack: God is…. He’s pretty neat, isn’t he? Yeah? He’s pretty gosh darn neat! Big all-powerful guy in the sky that decides if we’re getting an eternity of goose down pillows against our heads in bliss or an eternity of fiery pitchforks up our asses in damnation!

Mr. Sinclair: Please refrain from using curse words.

Jack: Right, my apologies. I’ve just spent so… So long out there. On the streets. I have to remember that this is the start of my NEW life. So let’s get back to God and all that good stuff! How about Jesus, huh? Pretty cool guy, yeah? Sweet beard, shredded abs, and could walk on water! Who DOESN’T want to walk on water? How awesome is that, right? Well as a Christian, you CAN walk on water, just like him!

Mr. Sinclair: Just to clarify, normal people CAN’T walk on water.

Jack: Seriously? That was only his super power? Well don’t let it get you down, kids, I’m CERTAIN you still get some awesome powers for worshipping this guy. Now where was I? Right, I covered God and Jesus… Am I missing anyone?

六 A child in the audience yells out “The Holy Ghost!” 六

Jack: Right! The Holy Ghost! Spooky, right? Easily the creepiest of those guys. Definitely the Larry to their Moe and Curly.

Mr. Sinclair: Perhaps we should move on…

Jack: Right, right, absolutely. How about a song? Who doesn’t love a good Christian song, right? Am I right? I’ve been told there’s absolutely no better way to feel the power of the Lord than by singing a song about how awesome he is, so let’s get right to it!

Mr. Sinclair: Do you need a list of the songs we usually sing?

Jack: No need, sir, I’ve come prepared with one of my own. Some of you may have heard it, so if you know the lyrics, feel free to sing along.

六 Drake prepares himself before starting the song. 六


Jack: Uh, feel me!
And God said he should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh


六 Mr. Sinclair gives Drake a strange look as he continues. 六

Jack: Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la


Mr. Sinclair: I don’t think this is a song I’ve ever heard of--

Jack: Please sir, let me finish. Ahem…

I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ pussy--


Mr. Sinclair: Okay, I think we’re done here!

六 Mr. Sinclair steps forward, looking to take Drake’s microphone from him to put a stop to the speech, only to be stopped by Drake, holding up the palm of his right hand. 六

Jack: Mr. Sinclair, do you want more people here next year?

Mr. Sinclair: I… Excuse me?

Jack: I said do you want more people here next year? Do you want more children to come here and thump their Bibles and praise the Lord? Then I suggest you let me do my job. You could say I’m doing God’s work. He loves having more people to drop to their knees and worship him, right? That’s what it’s all about.

Mr. Sinclair: It’s about following the teachings of the Bible, but something tells me you’re not very familiar with the Bible.

Jack: Oh! On the contrary! I’m quite well versed on the Bible. I’ve been well… Familiar with a man who absolutely ADORES the Bible, so what better way to… Well, get to know him better, than by bringing myself here, in front of HIS people. From what I gather from the crap that spews out of his mouth and a little bit of Wikipedia action, I’d say the Bible’s got just as much crazy shit going on as it does teachings of kindness.

Mr. Sinclair: I’m going to only ask you one more time to watch your language, Mr. Draeger.

Jack: You know one of the things I learned? God will forgive you for anything so long as you just ask. Couple the fact that the Bible has plenty of supposed “foul language”, and I’ll happily fucking cuss as much as I fucking want. Forgive me, Lord. Now, Mr. Sinclair, do you have a fucking problem with that? Forgive me, Lord. See? It’s like sticking a quarter in a gumball machine and not twisting it QUITE far enough so that you can repeatedly get a shit ton of free gum out of it. Forgive me, Lord.

Mr. Sinclair: Did you… Did you just compare God to a gumball machine?

Jack: I know, it’s kind of unfair. Gumballs have more to offer--

???: Hey! I know him!

六 Mr. Sinclair and Drake look towards the crowd of children as one stands up amongst them. 六

Kid: He’s a wrestler!

六 Mr. Sinclair looks confused as Drake looks appalled. 六

Jack: A wr-a wre-a WRESTLER? I would never! How dare you!

Kid: His name isn’t even Jack! He’s the whole reason my mom made me come here after she saw him on TV! I hate you!

六 Drake promptly leaves the stage and makes his way towards the child, looking down on him with an annoyed expression underneath his sunglasses. 六

Jack: I think you’ve mistaken me for somebody else, little girl.

Kid: I’m a boy, stupid!

Jack: Well you whine like a girl!

Kid: My mom only let me watch the Dynasty show because Heart Break Boy is on it and he’s a Christian and then this guy and his stupid friend showed up on it and ruined everything! I hate him, I hate him!

六 Drake slaps the Child across the face with the back of his hand as everyone around gasps and goes silent. After several seconds, Drake looks around, confused. 六

Jack: What? He’s clearly possessed by the, uh, the Devil. He was speaking in tongues!

???: Sounded like English to me.

Jack: Shut up! This boy was speaking of PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING? This Heart Break BOY? Wrestling is the Devil’s sport, and the Heart Break Boy is his favorite demon! I was merely performing an exorcism! I meant no harm to the boy! He needed to come to his senses! He’s okay now though, right?

六 Drake looks down on the Child, who remains standing, visibly angry with tears in his eyes. Drake shows the back of his hand to the Child. 六

Jack: Right?

六 The Child reluctantly nods. Drake smiles and pats the boy on the head before pushing him back to the ground to join his still seated peers. Drake makes his way back towards the stage while muttering “Since when is hitting a kid a big deal to you people?”. 六

Mr. Sinclair: I urge you to finish whatever it is--

Jack: The Heart Break Boy… What a sham of a devout Christian! Let me show you a little piece of the Heart Break Boy’s history:

六 Drake gets up on stage as he pulls out his smartphone and begins looking through it. After several seconds, he turns it around and shows off an image on the screen, holding the phone high above his head. 六


???: We can’t see it!

六 Drake grumbles and zooms in on the smartphone and shows it off once more. 六


??? It’s a phone and you’re really far away!

Jack: It’s a--It says “E.G.O”! It’s a logo! You know what E.G.O. means?!

???: It’s a person’s sense of self-esteem--

Jack: EDGING! GOD! OUT!

六 Drake continues to hold up the phone despite nobody being able to see what’s on it. 六


Jack: This Heart Break Boy was a leader and even the FOUNDER of a group known as Edging God Out! Guess what they did! They did not worship God! They saw themselves as Gods! They took God’s name in vain! They only watched football on Sundays! They didn’t honor their mothers OR their fathers! They killed! They committed adultery! They stole! They did all that other shit - Lord, forgive me - that the Bible said is bad! The Heart Break Boy is one of those sick, twisted individuals that believes that despite all of the disgusting, appalling acts he’s committed, he can just be forgiven and allowed as some sort of devout Christian! He thinks that all of the innocent blood he’s shed, and all of the people he’s wronged suddenly don’t exist so long as he’s got a Bible to clutch in his arms when he cries himself to sleep every night! Ladies and gentlemen, this man must be STOPPED! I was informed that only just the other night, he and his “friend” stole Championship gold from the reigning EAW Tag Team Champions! What kind of sick bastard does that?!

Mr. Sinclair: How do you know so much about this wrestling stuff?

Jack: Because it’s a product of Satan! Lucifer! Beelzebub! This ‘Elite’-branded company has gone out of their way to cover up all of their violence and all of their heinous, brutal past! The Bible sure as Hell didn’t try to pretend to be something it’s not! Yet there they are! Elite Answers Wrestling! Pretending they’re some sort of classy, prestigious company that doesn’t condone violence! All while men like The Heart Break Boy thrive! He and his Pizza-delivering “friend” are one of the prime examples of why that company has turned into an abomination! A shell of what it once was! Once upon a time, they didn’t focus on trying to be something they’re not! They didn’t having Referees counting to five before some sort of sissy disqualification! They didn’t have a count of ten every time someone went to the outside! They allowed weapons, they allowed closed-fists, they allowed everything under the sun so long as it got you the win and it was unforgiving! They knew who they were! The Heart Break Boy knew who he was too! Look at him now! Running around with his little “friend”, pretending to be some sort of man changed for the better! A man that’s decided to devote the rest of his life to worshipping God! To being a better person! To fighting for truth and justice! To turning the other cheek!

Mr. Sinclair: I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Draeger.

Jack: I’m talking about everything! EVERYTHING! This… This WRESTLING thing- it may seem completely insignificant! It may seem incredibly unnecessary to even bring it up! But it means EVERYTHING! The Heart Break Boy isn’t just one man that’s just some sick, God-Edging-Out son of a bitch - Forgive me, Lord - that thinks he can pretend to be a reborn Christian! He’s a symbol, children! He’s a symbol for everything wrong in the World! For everything wrong with Elite Answers Wrestling! And every single time he puts on his gear, hits his knees, puts his hands together, and prays to the God above, it makes me wanna puke! It makes me want to kick a small animal! It’s like somebody saying that Bush was responsible for 9/11 when it was CLEARLY Barack Hussein Obama’s doing! It’s like some woman or some Jew becoming the President of the United States of America when it should CLEARLY be a Billionaire that guarantees us protection from Mexicans and Muslims alike! I dare say the Heart Break Boy may even have… The gay. Now I’m not gonna say I’m some sort of expert on the gays. I’m not gonna say I know what buttsex is! Or a bear! Or an otter! Or a twink! Or cumbuns! Or gloryholes! I’m not saying I know anything about the subject, but what I DO know that I feel physically ill whenever I see him all buddy-buddy with that scrawny little freak he claims to just be his “tag team partner”! Every time I even look at the man, I KNOW he’s up to something! I KNOW he’s up to absolutely no good! You think an old, defeated, hasbeen like him has anything good rattling in that concussion-laced brain of his? You know why he’s a veteran with years and years on his resume? You know WHY he keeps going despite having been broken and beaten and battered time and time again? Because he doesn’t know anything else! Because he’s sick in the head! Because he’s a greedy old man that wants another paycheck! That wants people to buy his stupid little shirts that all show off how he’s such a God-loving Christian! He’s a crook! A liar! A con! There shouldn’t be thousands among millions more chanting for the likes of him and his “friend”! There should be BILLIONS chasing him wherever he tries to flee to and burn a cross on his front lawn! There--

Mr. Sinclair: Mr. Draeger…

六 Drake slowly turns to Mr. Sinclair, annoyed. 六

Mr. Sinclair: I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many Christian stereotypes spewed out in one sitting before in my entire life. You ARE aware that there are Christians who don’t actually think like that, right?

六 Drake says nothing as he slowly makes his way towards a growingly fearful Mr. Sinclair. Drake stops just short of his face, looking Mr. Sinclair in the eyes through his sunglasses. 六

Jack: Is that right? So you’re… You’re modernized now, are ya?

Mr. Sinclair: … Huh?

Jack: You. All of you. Christians. Christianity. You’re all up to date, so to speak? You’re not like how Christians used to be, huh? You’re smarter? You’re more tolerant? You’ve grown up?

六 Drake feins a punch towards Mr. Sinclair, who immediately flinches. Drake’s serious expression slowly shifts into a smile, and then a laugh as he turns back towards the audience of children and counselors alike. 六


Jack: All grown up! Christians are all grown up! You know, SPEAKING of growing up.. That’s exactly what you kids are gonna do, right? You’re gonna get bigger, stronger, and smarter. You’re gonna become more mature. You’re gonna find out things like that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy don’t exist. Whoops. Did I spoil that for you? Well, I’ll leave that to your parents, so let me continue… You’re gonna grow up… And once you know these things you cherished so much in your childhood were imaginary, and really meant nothing… You’re gonna start to think “What else is fake?”. You’re gonna wonder what ELSE could you have possibly been lied to about for all these years. You’re gonna turn around and look at that some bearded asshole crucified on a cross and wonder how much of that book you were forced to read is really non-fiction… Or just fiction. Is he real? Is there really a great, big, incomprehensible, omnipotent being occupying somewhere transcending Earth and the Moon and the Universe itself? Did he really send his kid down here to die for our sins? Did he really flood the Earth? Did he really do this and that and this and that AND THIS AND THAT?! DID he? Did SHE? Did IT?... Or not? Parents use Santa Claus to get you to be a good little boy or girl all year, so who’s to say God isn’t just an elaborate Santa? Who’s to say he’s just a fairy tale someone made up to get people to be nice to each other?

Mr. Sinclair: Alright, I think that’s quite enough! Someone get this man out of here!

Jack: Alright, let’s put it to the test! If there’s a God, then strike me down! Go ahead, God! If you exist, nail me with a bolt of lightning and fry me right here on this stage in front of your people! Cast me to Hell, lock the door, and throw away the key! DO IT!

六 Drake holds out his arms, waiting for something to happen. After several seconds, Drake laughs and puts his arms down. 六


Jack: There you have it. God isn’t real. I’M real. Hexa-gun is REAL! You people want something to REALLY believe in? Subscribe to the EAW Network for the last time it’ll exist on this Earth and watch the show called “Reckless Wiring”. Watch something REAL. Watch a group of a mere six people bring down an entire organization filled with hundreds of employees and talent. Watch them do whatever they please, and all bring the company back to its roots of pure, unadulterated violence. To do… Well, the opposite of everything you’ve ever been told to do. We’re not kind. We’re not good people. We know that. You should know that too, because deep down in places you don’t want to admit exist within you, YOU’RE not a good person either. You’re all violent. You’re all greedy. You all desire something that you’re willing to hurt others for, be it physically or mentally. I want you to watch what we do to The Heart Break Boy. I want you to watch as he agonizes and writhes in pain on the canvas, pleading for his God to do something. I want you to watch as he falls, and I want you to look around and see no miracle. No divine intervention. No God. Just us, and them. I’m tired of people trying to be something they’re not. When the bell rings and the match is over, The Heart Break Boy is gonna be just what he is again. Not an Extremist that did whatever he wanted. Not an Elitist that followed God. He’s simply gonna be a bloody, broken, defeated, mess. Be sure to send your prayers. He’s gonna need it.

六 Drake looks back at Mr. Sinclair. 六

Jack: Grown up, huh? Yeah. Grow up.

六 Drake sighs and rubs his head as he turns back to the crowd, pacing around. 六

Jack: So in conclusion: there is no God, Christianity is full of a bunch of mindless hicks, the Heart Break Boy and The Pizza Boy are gonna lose and potentially die, fuck you people, and uhhh…. Judas did nothing wrong. I’m out.

六 Drake nonchalantly tosses his microphone and walks off stage, kicking over a fountain of holy water on his way out. Mr. Sinclair looks around at everyone else, speechless and confused, as the camera slowly fades to black. 六


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Phoenix Winterborn
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 3:35 am by Phoenix Winterborn
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RECKLESS WIRING(!) #2
LEADER OF THE NEW BREED

"Allow me to re-introduce myself."

The voice belonged to Phoenix Winterborn, who was at his home in Evanston, Illinois. He had just recieved a text from the EAW Board of Directors announcing that he had been chosen by the fans to be included in the Triple Threat match at Reckless Wiring for the vacated New Breed championship. This was the chance Phoenix had been waiting for. He was already 1-0 at FPV events, having been the last man standing in the Open Fight Gauntlet match at Fighting Spirit 2. Now, he was chosen to bring the gold home to Voltage.

He just had to get through Dachs and Michaels to do so. Cue scene.

The office of one Phoenix Winterborn was adorned with past championships, and numerous accolades. Those were all in the past, though. Nowadays, it was about EAW. Having recently amended his contract to become exclusive to the EAW brand, his entire focus was now officially on Reckless Wiring, and becoming champion within six months of his arrival on Voltage. They said it couldn't be done. They said that the indie darling couldn't do it. Yet...here he was. One match away from proving everyone wrong again.

One. Match. Away.

"You know...I find it kinda funny. All this time, while the people have been behind me one hundred percent, everyone in the past kept saying that I couldn't do it. That the indie darling would never make it. It's all I've heard. Yeah, there have been a couple people who have supported me, and I have thanked them as such, but the majority of people? They look down on me like I'm some kind of second-class citizen because of where I came from. I didn't just burst on the scene out of nowhere with no idea of what I'm doing. I came from the high school gyms. The National Guard armories. The places that, being here, would never dream of going. They all whispered that it couldn't be done. That I had no business being in the Land of Elite. Where are those people now? Nick Angel whom I've gone toe to toe with pretty much from the outset here? He's in a throwaway match against Ares Vendetta. Beretta? ONI? Nowhere to be found. The people, though. The people knew who and what Voltage had, and voted me into the Triple Threat match against Maxwell Dachs and Mark Michaels this weekend. I'm not gonna lie, this is a tall order for me. Having to fend off two men who earned their way into this match? Yeah, it seems like a lot. To the other men who were choices coming into this? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they would've cracked. The people made the right choice picking me, and I refuse to let them down. Speaking of letting people down, let's jump into this, shall we?"

A short pause, as he took a sip of his Crown and Coke.

"Mark Michaels, my name has been in your mouth so much lately, you would think that we have some sort of weird bromance going on. Not so much, though. You just love to hear yourself talk, I'm sure of it. Why else would you be so vocal? Everytime I turn around, I hear Mark Michaels' voice somewhere. You call yourself the Social Media champion, but what you fail to realize is this. When you want to talk about a king of social media, you're looking at him. How else do you think I got the following that I do? How else do you think EAW took notice of me, and reached out to me, itching to sign me? It's because people talk about me. I keep up on everything. My finger is on the pulse of everything media, son. Just because you don't see me on Twitter every five minutes doesn't change that fact. Your title of Social Media champion is about as legit as your chances of walking out of Reckless Wiring as the New Breed champion. Spoiler alert incoming. You're not going to. You see, because even though I have those...how did you refer to them..oh yeah, 'flippy bull****', I can assure you of this. There is a LOT more to me than my Flight of the Phoenix. That's just how I'm going to end your chances this weekend. You'll see for yourself, though. Don't take my word for it."

As Phoenix stood up from his desk, he looked around. The hall of fame inductions. The world titles. It was all leading to something. This weekend. The New Breed championship.

"Lemme tell you how this is going to go, Mark. You're absolutely right. I'm gonna show up to Kansas City, throw that curtain aside, walk down to that ring, hear that bell ring, and...this is where things get tricky for you...I'm gonna bounce you and Maxwell around that ring like a pair of pinballs. This delusional 'beating of a lifetime' that you're talking about? Been there, done that. Michaels, if we're being perfectly honest here, there is nothing...NOTHING! You can do to me that hasn't been done to me at some point before. When I say that in my lifetime, I've done it all, and seen more? That's not just some silly catchphrase, son. That is a mantra. A way of life. Bring your best A-game, and your worst punishment that you THINK I can endure. Not only will I survive, I will thrive in that environment. This favors me, whether you want to admit it, or not. You see, while you have been focused on five different people, I have been laser-focused on you and Dachs since I heard you two were representing your brands this weekend. You didn't know who was coming, and yet? I knew EXACTLY who I was going up against. This..."

Phoenix is stopped in his proverbial tracks as a YouTube notification pops up on his phone. Damn Michaels...back at it again with that damn video. He holds a finger up the camera, as he checks the piece before sliding it back into his jeans pocket.

"So, this is where we're at now? Resorting to petty name-calling? Kind of funny coming from the same guy who said that I 'didn't have the mind to get to the next level', cause name-calling isn't busch league at all." He rolled his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Here's the part that kills me the most. You think that you're just gonna run through me. Whip my ass, as you so eloquently put it. How...you say that you've been in the ring with better. How I don't measure up to them. Well, let's look at this for a moment here. I've been in EAW all of...what, two? Three months? And I've already ascended the ranks enough to get a shot at the New Breed championship? Let's face facts, Michaels. The only reason you have all those accolades, is because you've been here longer. You've had wars. Me? I'm just getting started. I had my battles with Nick Angel, and now that it's out of the way, I'm looking for my next accolade, and that is in the form of the New Breed championship. You're SO confident that you're gonna put me on my head, and make me do nothing but stare at the lights, but let me ask you this. What will be going through your mind, as you're screaming in pain as I'm making you tap out? When I twist your body up like a Auntie Annie's pretzel? Tell me that, Michaels. What will you do? What WILL you do?"

He leaned on his antique desk, looking around with a genuine smile.

"You're right, there's no hiding behind anything, or anyone as we head into this match, but you know what? That suits me just fine. Just like I said to Nick Angel, I didn't CHOOSE to be last in the gauntlet match. It just happened that way. It opened the door for me for this little envelope here, which I'm not allowed to open until the time is right, according to Ashten Cross. Hopefully, it will be after Reckless Wiring, and Hexa-Gun is disbanded, but that is a tale for another day. For now, I'll keep this safe, and bring home the New Breed championship. See, I have every ounce of momentum in the world heading into this weekend. I commanded a victory over Koa on Voltage, I have the people one hundred percent behind me thanks to their votes...Hate to break it to ya, but there's no stopping me at this point. You can be perfection all you want, but I'll be the one to show you that perfection is nothing but a state of mind. I can claim to be perfect all I want to, but if I can't back up my words, which I have done beautifully so far I may add, then it's all for not. I don't claim to be perfection, but I do make the claim that there is rightfully no one on Voltage and dare I say all of EAW, that is hotter and on the rise faster than me right now. It's not my being conceited, it's just a fact of life. Check the polls, check your social media, King. It's all there in black and white, zeros and ones. This weekend is when reality kicks you in the face, and you find out that you are not the epitome of perfection that you think you are. When this phoenix rises from the ashes, take a good hard look, and know that your best...just wasn't good enough on this night."

"The people voted me into this match. The people know who they want to win, and together when I win the New Breed championship...the young hopefuls of EAW...will have change they can believe in."

A smirk from Phoenix, as the scene ended.
Mstislav
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 3:22 am by Mstislav
(The scene opens up with Aren walking down a corridor. A Voiceover begins to speak as he walks.)


Let me tell you the story of a man. A man down on his luck, a man who had everything in front of him, and yet it seemed he could not grasp it.


(The corridor flashes videos on the wall of Aren at Road To Redemption. It shows him eliminating Pizza Boy, Thomas Minns, and Xavier Williams. He stands before Jamie O’Hara and is beaten due to Death, Decay and Windy Days. Another video shows Aren at King of Elite, the final bout with him hitting the Brainbuster on Lucian Black and setting his sight on Eclipse Diemos. He springboards from the rope and misses his Kaiser Crown, tweaking his ankle in the process, and getting turned inside out by Eclipse, resulting him losing. The third video shows Reasonable Doubt, and Aren hitting Rags to Riches on Jamie, and hitting the Kaiser Crown to secure a win. But it then shows Vic picking Aren up and throwing him to ringside and snatching up the victory.)


This story is not a good, it is not something that people believe to be of fairy tales, nor is it something that people believe to be legend. No people believe it to be of shortcomings, and in the end sadness. But with those stories people believe make the character of the man who partakes in them. They think that this man would go through life pitying himself, and envying all those who took his chance for themselves, and left him to wallow.


(Videos flash again, showing Aren declaring his path of vengeance and retribution, not just for him, but for his mentor Lannister. The first being the man Jamie O’Hara. The second video shows the six man tag bout, with him and Jamie taking themselves out of the equation, and heading into the crowd to brawl.)


However people always forget that stories never really end if the man still lives. And while the story seemed to have concluded, all it did was drive this man to anger, and retribution. He found in him a new purpose, a new goal to set his eyes on. And while this goal is temporary it will ultimately lead him to what he is striving for, it will ultimately lead him to the glory he haphazardly failed to obtain so many times. Along the way he knows, enemies stand waiting for him, he knows because he has made those people his enemies on purpose, as a way to get them out of the equation, so that they don’t try and do the same to him. This man is on a warpath, and though he doesn’t look like it, he knows he has nothing left to give but his body and mind. He has nothing left to lose, but his pride, and his will. And he will be damned if anyone takes that from him, he will be damned if he loses what drives him. 


(The corridor comes to an end, with a faint light at the end of the tunnel. The camera allows Aren through and follows behind him. The light is faint but still blinding after being in a near dark corridor. And the light subsides and what stands before Aren is the throne room he always came to in those days. In his absence it has gone decrepit, and looks in shambles. A few torches are still surprisingly lit, and Aren makes his way to the throne. The steps have seen better days, but it doesn’t matter as the throne is in near taters. Aren takes long look at it before finally deciding to sit in it.)


This story is of how a desperate man turned his desperation into rage and agony, it is how a desperate man has been fed enough lies and it is of how he plans to make his way past a ceiling that has damned him to the position he is in. What lies for him is not yet known, but know that for whoever stands in his way, is an obstacle he cannot afford to stumble by, he has to conquer or be conquered. No other option, no other way out. The great thing about that fact, is he likes it that way.


(The Voiceover ends, and silence reigns for a few seconds, before Aren speaks, his voice echoing through the room, and down the corridor.)


What more must I do? What more must I prove to people that I am ready. What more must I do? Who do I have to keep destroying to show that I, Aren Mstislav, is deserving of breaking a glass ceiling. Because according to many, especially Jamie O’Hara they think I will be stuck here, wallowing in my pity, wallowing in the fact that I could break it. And while it has taken me time, while it has taken me effort to get here, it seems people still do not think I can’t break it. People keep pulling the fact that I have failed in my encounters to win my chances, that I have failed to preserve my right above the glass ceiling. But with that I retort, you are wrong. What I have done has been that of legends. I have done what most people couldn’t do on their greatest days. At Road to Redemption, though I lost to O’Hara people were watching madness ensue. They watched Carnage Incarnate that night, with me throwing Pizza Boy of the chamber, leaving his body in shambles, and eliminating him. They saw me beat down Xavier Williams, after interrupting him from breaking his greatest rival’s arm, and eliminate him. They saw me and Jamie take on a nearly refreshed Minns, and watched me pin him. Then they saw me take on O’Hara and almost, ALMOST win. Hell you could hear the disbelief you could hear the gasps of people thinking that, Aren has done it. But I will admit I slipped up and succumbed to my tiredness and fell into the Death, Decay and Windy Days by O’Hara. And while I have no qualms losing, I do have qualms with people taking that loss over all I did in that match. Me eliminating three people, oh that doesn’t matter I still lost, is what I was getting thrown at me, and I’m still getting feed that bullshit.


Then you fast forward, to King of Elite, you see me go against the greatest, even giving Lioncross his first loss since returning to the company. You even saw me and Victor Vendetta bringing down the house in just a simple match on Showdown. Then came King of Elite and you saw me decimate Lucian Black, you saw gain the upper hand on Eclipse Diemos until his “family” came in and did their very best to have their patron win. And sadly they succeeded, their numbers were too great. And like what happened at Road to Redemption, that loss triggered a wipe on all I did in the tournament. They didn’t care that I gave Lioncross his first loss, they didn’t care that on regular edition of Showdown, I gave the crowd a FPV worthy match. They didn’t care about anything because I lost to Eclipse…wait no that I lost to the Sanatorium. Because people all agree that without them Eclipse would’ve just fallen to Aren Mstislav. But that doesn’t seem to matter anymore than it already does now. And you know what that’s not even the worst of it.


Because now we have Reasonable Doubt, where I was in a match with Jamie, which then turned into a title match. Now I do not protest that decision, in fact I am glad it became a title match, because our match was simply supposed to be a grudge match, something to end this feud once and for all. However, with it become a title match, it also became a triple threat match, in which Vic Vendetta was added. And here’s the thing if it was just me and Jamie, you saw what happened, everyone and their dead ancestors saw what happened, and that was me hitting the Kaiser Crown on Jamie O’Hara. He was out, he was lifeless, and I would’ve won that match. But lo and behold Vic, used me, and took the win for himself by throwing me out to ringside. And now he walks around the champion, and I walk to the back, fucking disgraced that my win was taken from me again. This time there was no trend of them erasing the past, no this time people knew I had it won, they just didn’t want to say anything because that would be them admitting that I had a place above the ceiling that they always pointed out I couldn’t break. And so we are here again. Not because of a grudge match anymore as well, this time we are on a tour. When it culminates I don’t know. All I know is the end goal in mind is me standing at the top, with that championship held high, and with me passing a point of authority and respect that people have always thought I couldn’t obtain. This world tour I’ve label it as the Tour of Retribution, where I atone for my past failures, all the while taking out the people who I know stand in my way. And look who is standing in my way first. The man I would’ve beat, the man who was lifeless due to the work of me. Jamie O’Hara.


Do you feel honored Jamie, you get to be my first victim, you get to be the first man that takes me on, on this tour, and you also have the chance to stop it right here right now. Now judging from what you’ve had to say, you just want to get this over with. You just want to undermine everything I’ve done up to this point, just because you can. But you know there are a lot of theories that explain why you, hell why people, do such a thing. And usually the subject is cause they are legit tired of pushing their luck. You see Jamie, we’ve never really truly settled our little skirmish, we never really got a clear cut victor on who is better than who. Even though you look back to your record and mine, are thoroughly convinced that you are better than I, it still isn’t legit until one of us pins the other on the mat, and is declared the winner. It isn’t still legit until one of us has a win over the other in a singles match. Our match was ruined by the inclusion of Vic Vendetta, and our positions in the Six Man Tag turned into what you’d expect from us, an all-out brawl, that went from the ring into the crowd and out into the concession area. And yet no one saw who won that fight either, and no one will because all that happened was that we were restrained by security as soon as we got out there. And I know you wanted more, you wanted to rip my throat out of my neck right then and there so you could be finished with it sooner rather than later. And I know why too. Because you truly think you are pushing your lucky Jamie. You see, losing your title did do a number on you, and well I can see that, anyone with half a brain can see you are not the same person you used to be, and the fact of the matter still remains, what do you have left to give. 


Jamie, you and I both know what would’ve happened at Reasonable Doubt if Vic didn’t step in. You were out like a broken light bulb, nothing on you was capable of moving up until the refs came checked on you and revived you. You were just a lifeless limp body in that ring, and it wasn’t by what Vic did. Hell no, all Vic did was target me during that match, cause he knew I was the bigger threat, and whenever he did get his hands on you it was short lived before I came back and made you my priority. But fact of the matter is, I would’ve won if Vic wasn’t there to spoil it. And you know it too, because in the back of your mind while you laid on that mat was the fact that you weren’t think of how you were going to get out of this, but it was how did I let this happen. A Rags to Riches and Kaiser Crown, all topped off with bravado you couldn’t back up was what happened Jamie. That’s what happened, and it was all your fault. You thought you had this won, you thought that you could take me on, but it was me who knocked you the fuck out. Not Vic Vendetta, no it was me, the man you thought wasn’t on your level, the man you thought wouldn’t ascend the glass ceiling. And yet you have the gall to stand there and do the same thing. A one trick pony if you will, always talking down your opponents until it is proven to be futile, until it is proven that you are putting your own damn foot in your mouth. You want to talk about people being pathetic, well look in a mirror sweetheart, you are the pathetic one, trying to write me off as the one who talks and does nothing else but screw up matches he is in.


And it’s a pity, that you’ve pitied me for the longest time, because I’ve always pitied you. I’ve always looked at you and saw a promising future of O’Hara, and while you did commit to it, when it was taken out from under you, oh how far the young fall. How far you feel into this new psyche, gained my pity you did. And you still have it because now it’s turned you into a new beast, one that deserves all the pity in the world, because he still thinks he rules it. But like your pity, mine has just turned into resentment. Into a way of why did I see this man this way, when in reality he wasn’t worth anything to put my mind to. You weren’t as resilient as you made yourself out to be, and it’s my job to show you that. And you know I do have to agree with you though. It’s not going to matter what the fans choose. Let it be merciful that they choose 30 mins, and you don’t have to go through hell, or let they damn you and make it a full hour. I don’t care, because in the end it’s just going to be hell on earth for you Jamie. Because you’ve not only made me desperate, but you’ve become a nuisance to me and my path to glory. And to answer you Jamie, you wanted to know what keeps me having faith. It will sound cheesy, but I am what drives my faith. As long as I stand, as long as the obstacles in my way fall to me, that just keeps it going, and going, and after this it will still keep going and going. Because I am not stopping until I get MY title, I am not stopping until I am rewarded what I am OWED. And if I have to mow you down, and make you sit on the sideline until then, then I will just have to do that. Reckless Wiring where the power is in the people’s hands but all that and then some will not be able to revive the beaten spirit of Jamie O’Hara after I am done with him.  
showster26
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 2:38 am by showster26
Reckless Wiring Promo #5


EAW Promoz! - Page 20 House11



Wednesday, March 23rd, 2016, 12:45 p.m.
 
The scene opens on a beautifully sunny day in Beverly Hills, California, outside the mansion estate of EAW's Self-Proclaimed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.  It's here that we find  a stretch limosuine pulling into the  Michaels standing besides his agent Johnny J.


Michaels: "When did they say the car was coming?"


Johnny: "It should have been here already, lets give them five more minutes."


Michaels: "You told them who I am right?  And how a man of my importance has a very tight schedule to keep this week, and how I am not going to have it thrown into disarray because they screwed up?"


A long moment passes in silence before the limo pulls into the driveway.


Michaels: "Finally, I was starting to think they'd never show up."


Michaels snaps his fingers, and almost instantaneously, T.J. Yoder steps out thru the front door carrying two luggage bags that about as large as he is.


Michaels: "Speed it up T.J., I have place to be."


T.J. struggles along with heavy luggage, and just barely manages to get the bags into the trunk of the limo.


Driver: "Shall I get the rest of the bags sir?"


Michaels: "Nah, the kid's got it."


Michaels snaps his fingers again.  T.J. lets out a long, weary sigh before rushing back inside to collect the rest of the luggage.


Johnny: "Okay now before we head out I want to ask, are you ready for Reckless Wiring?"


Michaels: "Hell yeah I am.  I can hardly wait to step in that ring, and claim my prize."


Johnny: "You sure nothing bothers you?"


Michaels: "Not a thing.  I'm in the best shape of my life, I've got a shit ton of momentum behind me, and I am more than thoroughly motivated for this one."


Johnny: "What about that it's a triple threat match?"


Michaels: "Johnny, just last week I owned in a triple threat match.  The week before that I won in a four way.  I've been in five man ladder matches, the Hell's Warpath match, and the Glass Gauntlet match The later two of which were more like human demolition derbies than wrestling matches, and all within my first eight months in the company. So regardless of how many opponents they throw at me, it won't matter, because more people in the ring, the more I shine baby."


Johnny: "And what about how they haven't yet announced who you're facing yet?"


Michaels: "Johnny do you really think I care who represents Voltage at Reckless Wiring?  The simple fact is I can beat whichever one of the seven dwarfs they decide to toss out this Saturday Night."


Johnny: "Even that Phoenix Winterborn guy?  Word on the street is that he's the front runner in the polls."


Michaels: "You mean the guy who likes to run his mouth in the middle of the night?  Yeah I'm ready for him.  Yes with a lot of the tools you need to go far in this business, but what he lacks is the mind to take him to the next level.  I mean how else would you describe talking shit about a man who's been mowing down motherfuckers one after another for the past month?  Does he really think he's not going to get his ass whipped the same way that so many others who've stepped in the ring with me have?    I'm not saying Phoenix isn't a great athlete s, but what it is saying is that I've dealt with better.  Men like Zack Crash and Tig Kelly, men who've actually accomplished something in this company.  I've stood toe to toe with them, and I've taken there best shots, and I am still standing tall, unlike some of the other men who have tried to do the same with these giants of the Sport.  He thinks he knows passion?  he thinks he knows fire?  If he ends up standing across from me in that ring, he'll see it in my eyes.  Then we'll see just who is really playing playing the role when deep down he knows he knows hes just a little bitch!  So let him come to the Sprint Center, and try to test me this Saturday.  I guarantee that I'm going to leave him laid out, staring up at the lights.


And before you even bother to ask, Yes I know Maxwell Dachs will be in town as well.  He's a desperate man, and that makes him a bit of a liability in this one for sure, but if he thinks for one single, solidtary, moment that I'm just going to let him take away everything that I've worked so hard for, than he better have a doctor surgically remove his head out of his ass!  Max wants to run around, and tell everyone who'll listen that he's a changed man, which is a shame.  Because at least he was mildly entertaining when he was making an ass out of himself.  Let me rephrase that, when he was Intentionally making an ass out himself.  Now the only thing that Dachs is good for, is to set the bar so low that we know where rock bottom is in this company.  Hell it's gotten so bad that Max is ready to call it a career by this Saturday, which should tell you what type of man he truly is.  He's not a guy who's found some new found inner strength, and is trying to atone for his sins.  No, far from it actually.  He's a pathetic worm who knows he's barely hanging on by thread, and he can't hang with the big boys of this company.  If  Max knew what was best for him, he wouldn't even bother catching a flight to Kansas City, Because if he does, hes going to get his ass kicked by the hottest, trending star in the sport of professional wrestling today.

March twenty sixth I will be the man who has his hand raised in triumph, not just over my opponents, but over the entire New Breed Division itself.  And I will once and for all show those half wits who sit on the board of directors, that Mark Michaels is not a man you can fuck over.  I made a vow to each and every one of my followers, that I was done waiting in line with the rest of the nobodies. Now is the time for me to start taking what I am owed for all my hard work.  Because only one man had the fan base to turn Dynasty from a mere brand, into a global phenomenon.  Only one man sold the fleet loads of merchandise to keep the company afloat after it was excommunicated from EAW.  And only One man is going to smash thru every last son of a bitch in his path, till he's good and satisfied.  That man is me, The Twitter Trend Setter, The Instagram Icon, The Hash Tag Hero to millions upon Millions of followers from every part of the globe.  Followers who have declared their unending support for me, by making me their undisputed Social Media Champion!  They know that I'm the total package of unmatched looks, charisma, and in ring skills, And that is what Makes me the Destiny of Dynasty.  That is what makes me the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know.  And most importantly, that is what is going to make me the Next Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion!  Nobody is going to be able to stop me from becoming so, not Maxwell Dachs, Not Phoenix Winterborn, not the board members!  And whether or not they believe me, come hell or high water they will Picture THAT!"


The camera zooms out slightly as T.J., out of breath,  walks past using all his might to try and drag four large suitcases towards the limo.


Michaels: "Bout time, what took you so long?"


Michaels walks out of the shot with Johnny following close behind.  Leaving T.J. alone with the bags.


FADE TO BLACK.
StarrStan
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 24th 2016, 12:32 am by StarrStan
Reckless Wiring will be headlined by The God (Gawd!) vs. The Machine. Sure, DEDEDE and Impact are going to deliver with the match of the universe part two, and that’s all anyone is going talk for the next few days and surely for the weeks proceeding the event. What I want to talk about is the real battle that is going to take place Saturday. It’s not going to be as flashy as a former match of the year, but it’s going to be a fight. The Monster vs. The Cyborg. When I returned last month and lost in my battle to defeat Hexa-gun, my confidence was shaken. I wasn’t sure if I could deliver on any of the promises I’ve made, but then I defeated my old friend and rival Impact. The man who is headlining Reckless Wiring for the Answers World Championship, I defeated cleanly in the middle of the ring. You can call it a rare mistake by Imp, maybe he had his mind on DEDEDE and not me, maybe he underestimated what fight I still had left in me after the crushing loss from the week before, BUT whatever the case may be, whether it was just a fluke or not, I won. I’m not going to start my campaign for a world title match just yet but a win over Impact, that means I’m back. A win over Luzmala’s leader, no less. Now Luzzy, can I call you that?, I don’t blame you for my loss to Hexa-gun at Fighting Spirit. If I was in your position, I would have done the same thing. I should have been prepared for it, and I wasn’t. What I am prepared for, is beating your ass Saturday. I’m prepared to fight the so called monster and win. I’m not afraid of you. I’ve faced “monsters” far more intimidating and looked them straight in the eye before beating them in the middle of the ring. HRDO, now that’s a true monster in EAW lore. I beat him. Hades the Hellraiser, Psycho Brody, Norman Hellion!!! All monsters in recent years to step into my ring, and bow down to me. They can cast long shadows and make noises in the night, but when the spotlight is on I will always find a way to come out on top. I always told Norman he wasn’t a real monster, just an ugly dude in a sweaty wife beater. I can’t quite call you ugly, Mala (do you like that better?), but I can only imagine the hideousness underneath that mask. Maybe, I’ll bloody you to the point your mask is hanging off your forehead, and rip it off your face. I’ll show the world you’re not the monster you claim to be, just a scared little boy who’s still dying in Argentina. I don’t care what you’ve seen or what you’ve been through. When you step into that ring with me, you haven’t seen or felt nothing yet. The man behind the mask may be dead to you, but I’m going to make sure the man known as Luzmala dies inside before I make him tap out in my ring. The spirit of Luzmala will break mentally long before his body does. Whether you tap the mat willingly or pass out in the center of the ring, I’ll leave that up to you. On a night normally dictated by the fans, it will be your choice whether to quit or pass out. Maybe we should poll the fans anyway? See how they want me to defeat you? Pin? Submission? Knockout? Chokeout? The endless possibilities that all lead to the same result, me standing over your lifeless body. The real monster in this business isn’t the tallest, strongest, ugliest man in the room. It’s the man willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. I’ve killed to get world titles. I’ve stabbed my best friends in the back just to get a step up on the competition. Wait until you see what I’ll do just to get a win. Maybe I couldn’t disband Hexa-gun, but this will be a small victory to hang my hat on. A little redemption as Starr Stan’s stock rebounds. The monster you should fear isn’t the one hiding in your closet, creeping under your bed, or the killer Luzmala… it’s the monster deep within Starr Stan. If I have to bring that out Saturday to defeat you, you’ll be the one suffering grave consequences. You may not believe in a Dios, but you’ll be screaming for one as you suffer a thousand deaths on your way to tapping out.
Cailin Dillon
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 11:39 pm by Cailin Dillon

Reckless Wiring #2
 
Here I am, apparently manipulated and afraid, making my own decisions and choosing to defend this title against it’s most legitimate challenger to date, but she’s dancing around and playing her same old game. Really, Claudia, this has just become such a routine at this point. Every time we fight you load up the same ideas and thoughts, you spin them around and then you spit them all back out. But what you don’t realize is it all comes out sounding the same. Maybe it looks a little different, but it a cake tastes like shit then just adding more frosting and sprinkles isn’t necessarily going to make it better. You’re taking a huge risk this week, to that you will admit, but you clearly overlook me as you undermine like always. I can sense the confidence coming from you. Not that you will win because of your talent, but that you will win because you’re facing me. And you’ve put up all the walls and safeguards that ensure your façade will be as bulletproof as possible. How many times must you remind me that my win over Eris at Reasonable Doubt means nothing, when it actually created so much doubt in her ability to be unbeatable? Until I made her tap out, she appeared as if she could overcome the odds in any match, especially if she had help. And how many times must you point out that a win over you means nothing to anybody? Clearly both of these mean enough to you that you feel the need to address it over and over. You keep hammering it home like it’s at the top of your political agenda. We all get your importance and understand your legacy, but we’re not meant to lie down and take it while you try to push us aside for your own ideals. Others might allow you to do it, but I won’t. By your logic, nothing between us has mattered to this point. Or is that only the things you do matter? Ah, why do I even ask, of course that’s it. As much as we’ve fought and as much as we do this very activity, I can’t help but feel that you have some how started to know less and less about me. The familiarity alone should make this exercise easier, yet your own approach has been so unwavering that it’s become more than predictable. But you call me boring?
 
Thank you for reminding me of the very obvious fact you’ve won every championship by ripping it away from the current champion. Well, yes. That’s how it works. You’ve been a great champion and you’ve won multiple titles. We all know the stories. We all know how much you like to point out how much more you’ve accomplished than the rest of the Vixens. You fought Vixens in a different era. Things are changing, and no, you don’t give a shit about the Vixens. You said you did and then showed the exact reason you don’t at the same time. You like Eris and that’s it. Just own that. Why do you have to change your opinion to fit some sort of backwards narrative? Now that there’s a chance you might be back in the Vixen’s division, you’ve changed your opinion? No one buys it. But honestly, who cares what you think about this division anyways? The apparent shame I’ve brought to the division has been creating a new goal for Vixen’s new and old alike. Just a week ago Madison Kaline was staking her own claim to a challenge for the title. I’ve defeated the Empress of Elite, I’ve beaten the Vixen’s Cup winner and I beat the Vixen’s Champion. And this is all this year. You will be next on this list. I’m going into Reckless Wiring and you have no idea the opponent you’re about to face. If you did, I would have seen something differently than what you had to offer.
 
You believe I’m the kind of wrestler who has brown-nosed her way into every opportunity she’s gotten? You think I take this all for granted? I don’t really care that you try to bully people to get what you want, but I find it very funny that you think I go around kissing asses to exploit whoever and whatever will favor me. Haven’t you been a long time professional of exploiting the system to get what you want? Literally everything I’ve gotten has come down to what I can do with my fists and my talents in the ring. You? You have relied on “resources” for months as Hexa-gun has extended its power beyond being an ordinary stable with a flawed belief system. I trained my ass off to get a shot at fighting for this company, and that passion has never waivered. I was born and raised in a two-person wrestling-loving family. That love evolved into a passion for competition. And it’s continued to adapt and grow. You have no reason to think I believe this is routine. I might never be the most talented and gifted fighter that EAW has ever seen, but I make up for it with all the work I put in outside of the ring. That’s why when you opened your mouth this time, it was once again just plain ol’ HBG bullshit. What you gave me is a defense behind your reasons for putting up the future of Hexa-gun in a best three out of five competition at Reckless Wiring. I told you before you ever felt the need to reach out and defend yourself, that I could care less that your group is on the line in this match. This is a title match, plain and simple. Maybe it holds a different meaning to you, but it holds the same importance to me that I’ve treated every match with, especially when I defend this title. If my win happens to be one of three that sink the Hexa-gun ship, than so be it. But my focus is on defending this title, on beat you and seeing the dumb, flustered look on your face when the official hands me the Specialist title and raises my hand once again. You just can’t help yourself but to treat me like I joined this company last week. You just can’t stop yourself from big timing every opponent that’s placed in front of you. But what I’ve seen from you in the last week is scuttling. For some unknown reason, you hauled Eris away from a match against Azumi Goto and Erica Ford and took a loss. And then you lost another match in the same weekend, one day after you challenged me for this match. And do I really have to remind you that I came out and immediately accepted your challenge? Some would call it a risk, but I would never back down from a challenge. And you find this shameful. No one understands that sort of logic. No one but you, apparently.
 
When I hear you talk about the Specialist’s title, it will never make me stop laughing. You made your bed with your opinion of this title long ago, and you refused to lay in it. This about face of sudden interest you have proves how ridiculous your own words are. A week ago you told me how tired you were of facing me. By the end of the same week you were telling the Voltage crowd how much you wanted to face me in a match. Well that’s pretty convenient for your own narrative, and I guess mine as well. The truth is people were talking about me before the Specialist title even began, and I’m not talking about your little exclusive group and their dumb jokes. I rose to prominence on the back of my own actions and it had nothing to do kissing ass. This title hasn’t defined me, but have defined this title as something that people want to win. It’s not because they see me as an easy target. Vixen’s want to beat me because they’ve seen what I’ve done with it. Even EAW officials didn’t know what to expect with this title. When Haruna won it, everyone expected her to have a long reign. But just weeks later, I shocked everyone when I took her down in her first title defense. But if I’m trying to hold on for dear life and keep this title, I wouldn’t take so many challengers. As much as I enjoy being a champion, I love taking on every challenge. I’ve never denied the detractors when this title was created. But when I was given the chance to fight for it, I took it. And here I am months later still reigning as the champion. And while you’ve been giving me a history lesson on things I already know, you fail to mention that I have defended this title in all sorts of matches that should make the Extremist side of you crack a smile. Instead, you tell me I’ve made it invisible and didn’t even explain how. Ok then. I haven’t heard a lot of people overlooking this title, just you and Eris. Really, that’s been it. Maybe you Hexa-douches make all sorts of jokes about it, but that must be it. This title is so invisible, in fact, that after Sheridan Muller won the Vixens Cup it was immediately suggested that she might choose to cash in and try to take the Specialist’s title. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s being held by the person who just beat the Vixen’s Champion last month. And I’ve never put any limitations on who can challenge for the title. I’ve actually begged for them to allow more people to challenge for it. Hell, I’d fight an Elitist if they wanted to challenge for it. You mock the kind of champion I am what I’ve done with this belt with a bunch of misplaced comparisons to your own accomplishments. But you don’t understand what it is to be the Specialist’s champion and you never will. Just like you will never fully understand why you decided to take the risk you did this week when it ends up costing you so much. Maybe this is your last chance at Vixen title glory. But, hey, at least you can always go back to the commentary booth. That’s where you’ve always been at your best.
 
You did a great job of pointing out that you’re a legend, and I am not. You say no matter what happens, you will still be a legend, and I will not. Your genius knows no bounds my friend. I am impressed by your intellect that your realize your past accomplishments are far beyond what I have achieved so far. You’ve been here for years and I for months. But the thing is, none of that will make a difference in this match. This isn’t about experience this is a war of attrition. By the end of this match you will have lost so much more than you could have ever gained. Sure, everyone will still be able to talk about your Hall of Fame achievements, but they won’t be talking about your new championship reign because it won’t exist. And in all likelihood they wont even mutter a thing about Hexa-gun, because it might not exist either. You can sit there and question everything I’ve done in my career until you can’t breathe anymore, but it’s a waste of time. I know what I’ve done so far is just scratching the surface. I have so much more left to accomplish, and I keep adding more and more to that list everyday. To tell the truth, a match against you wasn’t even needed to raise the way this title is viewed. But you volunteered for it. You asked for this and I’ll tell you again, you’re sitting there operating on borrowed time. You tell me not to tell you what this championship represents, don’t you ever fucking open your mouth to tell me what you think of it. You’ve never had it and you never will. That unsatisfied taste you have for not being a champion, it won’t go away after Reckless Wiring, but a lot of other things will. Legends die hard, and you can only last so long reminding us all of the past. This is the present. This is now. Tick tock, bitch. Tick, tock.
Tarah Nova
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 9:57 pm by Tarah Nova
Karma's a bitch...but guess what?
So am I.



I told you not to put your big nose into my business involving your dear ‘sister’Madison. I told you that now that you were apart of Madison’s world, you were going to burn with her, Alexis.  And now look where you are. You are now at home with massive concussion, a bloody face and a broken dream because you didn’t listen to me. You should have listen. God, you stupid lunatic. Ya know, I’m happy that I burned and ruined you. Doing so, I didn’t only shake Madison’s world--I shook Eclipse Deimos’ twisted world too. Your blood is on their hands and my boots and you know what? I’m pleased with myself because that means one Psycho Ginger down...One more to go.


[Tarah laughs to herself before a smirk runs across her lips]


Madison...How are you feeling after Battleground? Still sore I pray. Ya know, I truly hope you learned from that match because what I did to your sister is what I’m going to do to you. For too long I have been dealing with your whining and lying about how you are the best Vixen here and how you are the most crazy bitch around. Well not after Battleground, you're not. I showed you what happens when you mess with a Vixen like me. I showed you that I am still capable of being the unstable Vixen that EAW all knows me as. What I did to Alexis, that is what the true Vixen Killer is capable of! Not the shit that you are doing to me, oh no. Not wounding and leaving them here on the ground. When a true Killer Vixen like me says I’m going to take someone out, you best be damn sure I’m going to take them out. There's no messing around anymore and I made that very clear to you and your ‘family’. Her blood, Alexis’ Blood isn’t on my hands this time. No, its all on yours because you started the fucking game with me and I’m showing you right now that I’m finally pushing back against you. I will take you down just like I did to poor Alexis. You think I care that you're stronger or prettier than me? Ha, no. Why would I? Being pretty isn’t going to get you the gold and Strength? I haven't seen that from you since before Pain For Pride 8 because you never use it anymore. You have others fight you battles but like I said early;  Alexis Isn’t here anymore so you're shit out of luck this time. Nah, I have whitt and speed on my side, like always. I’m going to outsmart you like I have many times before. You think you're so clever throwing low blows at me but you're wrong. Cheap shots won’t help you. Hell, bringing my boyfriend up won’t kill my goals on destroying you--In fact they make those goals stronger because I know that not matter what you say about me and him, I’m just going to shrug it off. They're not weak spots anymore. There just stupid thing you and the others believe will piss me off but they won't’ work. The only thing pissing me off is how many times I have to repeat myself to small minded Vixens like yourself, Maddie dear. You think that I’m jealous of your career and your life? Please Give me a reason why I should be? I mean each time we speak to each other, you throw out that fact that you--and only you--believes that I, Tarah Nova, the Woman who held the Vixens Championship for over one hundred and ninety five days, who killed seventeen Vixens and is known as the Leader of the Vixens FOR A REASON is jealous of you. Please. Madison, it's time for you to come up with new material against me because all of it is either old new or lies that you are telling everyone just to hear yourself self speak. See I know you're kind of girl, Madison. You speak down to people like me just to boost that fat ego of yours. You sicken me because of that. Well atleast when I speak my mind, it's the truth-- Like what I’m about to say to you now: You, miss wannabe Killer of a Vixen Killer, is nothing more but an overrated Vixen that dreams to be like all the Kendra Shamez and Cameron Elle Ava’s in the world. You want and beg to be like the legends that you even call yourself one but the thing is, you're not even close to being a Legend. You have no drive, no accomplishments to show the world who you are, Madison. You haven't done anything but what whine and complain till you got your way. You cheat and use ever Vixen or Elitist that comes in five feet from you. Do to see why I never let you befriend me when you first arrived in EAW? I knew what you were the moment you stepped through those doors. I’m wasn’t blinded by the happy go lucky bitch you were back then. Frankly, I feel sorry from all those people that got used by you. Cherish, Maria Gonzoles, and now Alexis and Eclipse Deimos--the newer additions to your used list. And now here I am, being the only Vixen that didn’t fall for your lies and now I’m looking to the future but why am I? See unlike your future, mine is glowing bright because I’m going to be ruining your life like I always do. I’m going to show you that the blood on my boots from Alexis’ skull is the same colour as yours and that your like every other Vixen in the back. Yeah, I don't care that you're BIGGER than me. I don't care that you're STRONGER than me. Because at the end of the day, you're not BETTER than me, Madison and you will realise that soon enough.


Now hmm. Ya know, I thought Madison was bad but I never thought that you would stoop down to this level Eris LeCava-dear. That Level being you joining into all the boyfriend jokes and speaking on being the best of the best. I thought you of all people would have known their place in this company and no--that place isn’t at the top of this Division. See, yeah you maybe that Vixens Champion at this moment in time and all but it doesn’t make you the best. No you, my favorite little psychopath, is simply just a cute little place holder for the Vixens Championship because EAW didn’t want to let is go vacated like it did so many times before. Sigh, but I guess it's better than Madison having her hands all over it.  Than again--maybe not because atleast she isn’t as crazy as you are. God, to be honest,  you and Madison are the same. Like let get real for one minute, okay? See, You both think you are the best here. You BOTH think you deserve the Vixens Championship but the truth is that you both don’t. Eris, the only thing that you deserve is being HBG’s personal Lap dog. I mean that's the only thing you're good for isn’t it? Hell, you the quote unquote Vixens Champion couldn’t even shake off a tiny roundhouse kick from me at battleground, so what are you going to do when I Crazed Daze your ass into next week or worse--I could give you a sweet little rude awakening. Either way, you're too weak to be holding my Vixens Championship. But oh! Before you pull out your hair and start screaming about someone like me talking about losing matches, let me point out that cheating isn’t losing but you don’t care about that do you? No, you and the rest of the people from the Hexa Butt Buddy club cheat all the time to make sure you're in control but I believe it's time for you to learn that when it comes to me, you not in control--I am. I’m the Leader after all. I’m better than most and at Reckless Wiring I’m going to be the one making you my new Bitch. So I think you should spend your last couple of days holding and kissing that Championship because It's going to be coming home with me after this match. Oh and as the Leader, I’m going to warn you right here and now that I don’t care what you say or what you do in that ring come Saturday--Just makes yourself useful and fight.


Frankly Eris, you can go shove everything you're about to say up your ass like you do with that disgusting Heart Break Gal Action Figure you hold most dear because when that bell rings, I’m going to unleash my old self back out on the world of EAW. I’m done with all these ego filled bitches like you and Madison walking around claiming the fame that isn’t yours to claim. It's mine and mine alone. I have done everything to keep this Division standing AND I’m not going to let it fall to the likes of you or that soulless fuck we know as Madison. So when our match at Reckless Wiring begins and I become the Vixen Killer once again, your reign of shit is going to be over and Madison Kaline’s ego filled head is going to be on a stick. I’m going to show you all that I am the best for a reason. Like it or not, on Saturday the 26th; I, Tarah Nova, will be starting a new Age of Nova and no one will stopping me--not this time.

Believe that.
The Consigliere
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 8:38 pm by The Consigliere
I don't expect any of you to understand how I decided to pursue such pressing matters on Voltage night -- I have always believed that no risk means no reward. The days of ruling over EAW one piece at a time and being forced into competing against teams consisting of mediocre performers will be long gone once we take EAW in one fell swoop this Saturday night. You can call me crazy. You can say this is a reckless decision I'll come to regret. You can tell me that power is getting in my head too much and this will come bite me in the ass when I don't expect it, but to be honest with you I'm way past the point of caring what you blithering morons think of the steps I take in order to benefit myself, Hexa-gun and EAW itself. I can analyze the situation and the gravity of it in a matter of seconds. I can calculate risks and the consequences that follow if I failed to protect my turf. I can weigh the pros and cons in my head as I'm being questioned, as I think of the right call and give my answer. Doubting my choices is completely useless for I stand by what I did. I know exactly what I'm doing and my way around it, and never will you hear that I'm having second thoughts. Because what does it even say about a leader if she couldn't even deliver and get the job done in order to realize her goals? I could simply buy out the entire EAW, as others have done before but I refuse to spend a dime on what I know can forcefully be taken out of someone else's hands, as I have done with every Championship I ever won. What does it say about me, someone who claims to have gold running through her veins and is every bit of what a Champion should be, if she couldn't even take one title out of someone she has beaten repeatedly, even at times when people believe she "deserved" a win, when all she has done through her entire reign is shame the Vixens Division to its core with all the tedious words that come from her boring existence? Hell, when she hears this, her first instinct will be to run to some other Dynasty or Showdown authority figure and whine about how mean ol' HBG called her boring, because the sad, sorry, pathetic secret of it is that Cailin Dillon prefers to settle her disputes with asskissing and exploiting whoever and whatever will favor her shithole of a career than dealing with it through her fists. But me, if I didn't take this opportunity, I might not have another chance in the future knowing that these brain-damaged bumpkins who poison the minds of the viewers are doing their damnedest to force Hexa-gun into disbanding because they're afraid of our capabilities, our resources, the changes that are bound to happen when Extreme is permanently brought back to EAW. They will always act like fighting for the gain of this company is such a vile crime, despite what great things we have done at Voltage these past couple of weeks. At this rate, if it took months to take one brand, then I have no doubt in mind that it could very well take years before we finally, completely rule over EAW, with the stakes even higher, our careers possibly at risk, and the circumstances changing... If I have to wait longer, then it was never worth it. I need to know if this is happening now before the situation gets more complicated than it already is. No risk, no reward. It's now or never.

That's the line in the sand that keeps The Heart Break Gal and Cailin Dillon apart. While Cailin acts like training and performing are just routine work she gets paid to do, as she yearns for publicity by spewing idiotic claims at every turn hoping to strike a nerve but failing miserably at it, The Heart Break Gal sees this as her passion, coming to the ring doing what nobody expects. The crowd cheers in the snap of a finger. They boo with a simple hand gesture because she is that one performer that everyone loves to hate, that everyone expects to go right but turns left, because she only does what pleases her, and she doesn't ever try to appeal to the fans. While Cailin tends to think that the more talkative she is, the more interesting she gets, The Heart Break Gal just shakes her head in disappointment and shame, for the only thing I see are displays of desperation for attention and sympathy. It's the same old tales that nobody wants to hear. It's the obvious facts that are better left unsaid. Cailin tries to seek every flaw. Cailin tries to leech every secret that I have, and until now, she's proud to report that she has the same information and thoughts that she's had since day one -- nothing. And when you belittle Cailin Dillon and tell her that nobody really cares about her, and this company would benefit not hearing the sound of her screeching voice, she then would tell you about the long list of Vixens who think she's an easy target... Yes, a target. Because when people see Cailin Dillon, they only see a big red bullseye that's easy to shoot when you have the precision. She is a fragile little being that's easy to pressure when you push the right buttons, and more importantly, she is easily manipulated and confused, when you move quick enough, she won't even notice that she's already been robbed. The only reason people ever pay attention to her is because she kept the Championship long enough for the people to be interested in who its new owner will be. Without it, she's invisible.

Isn't that why you've been trying to hold on to the Specialist Championship for your dear life, Cailin? Isn't that why you get so damn defensive when I call it a piece of tin invented to make the Vixens feel better about themselves that there's more to fight for than the Vixens Championship that is certainly out of their reach? For god's sake, I support the Vixens Division. I really do. I may not outwardly express it, because it makes me feel ashamed when I look in from the outside, and see that it's filled with no-talent piece of shits like you who like wasting the air of EAW, but nevertheless, I believe it can be more respectable. I try to win against male competitors. I try to win Championships outside of the division so you pitiful whores have something to be proud of rather than waving your asses to the camera and cheating on your loser boyfriends to cause unnecessary drama, but I stood firm and I proved that we can do better, and that we can be stronger than the best of them if we really tried. They created the Specialist Championship. So many people disagreed with it, but it only makes sense seeing that competition should be paramount, and the numbers at this rate would increase in time, and it did. It was supposed to make this godforsaken division more competitive. It was supposed to be treated, not as a training ground for new vixens, but to see who the best of the best is when it comes to specialty matches. It tests your ability to adjust from one opponent to another, from one type of match to another, in a matter of two weeks, more than the World Championship itself is being defended. It was supposed to be a test of strength, giving you the right and the power to defend it in a match of your choosing in order to prove to the world that no matter the circumstances, you will overcome. And instead of taking this opportunity to make your Championship recognized as legitimate gold that even the best of us pursue, instead of making a name for yourself through it, you fucking made it just as invisible as your existence, you stupid bitch. You think it's bad enough that Haruna is treating this as a consolation prize? Wait 'til you see Cailin Dillon treat this as nothing but a decoration! It's your fault that it's not even worth glancing over at. It's your fault that it looks like a fucking equivalent of the Intergalactic Championship that one wears just for the flair and design, as a sick fucking joke, cause heck, it might as well be! You took over newcomers, people who aren't battle-tested, those who are just getting introduced in this federation and called it a legitimate title defense! I'm not saying I sympathize with them, I've had my own share of Christopher Corrupt's, David Davidson's, and Mark Michaels' along the way, but at least I didn't put any limitations on my competition and fought the legitimate battles, the Mr. DEDEDE's, and Ryan Savage's and even Drake Jaeger too! Because that's the kind of Champion I was. That's the kind of Champion I AM. Even considering the consequences, and by any ill-fated position that I'm placed in at Reckless Wiring, I am proud to say that I will still be known as one of the greatest to ever step in this company, suffice to say, I can still aspire to achieve bigger goals regardless. I don't need tournaments and contenders matches to validate my status and show that I stand above all of you, I only have to show up. I make them happen and I take action, and that is something you'll never get to do in a million years no matter the longevity or experience, because you don't have the guts. Because while you are completely content sitting back and waiting for the next interesting thing to happen in your career, I act only on my sense of urgency, opening doors to my opportunities, while shutting them closed on others by obliterating and annihilating them in front of a roaring crowd. I will always be known for that and nobody can take it away. Can you say the same thing for yourself, Cailin? Nobody will even notice your accomplishments because you've only defeated nobodies, most of whom, everyone has already forgotten. And nothing, not even beating Eris LeCava at Reasonable Doubt or The Heart Break Gal at any time in the future will ever secure your position as a fighting Champion, because your track record will always be flawed and questionable. I'm here to remind you of it forever. 

Don't ever fucking tell me what you think the Specialist Championship represents. For now, in my perspective, it's nothing but an empty Championship you carry around, until somebody, a true Champion, takes it away. People see you as a target. They see me as a challenge. They see me as a legend. 

And at Reckless Wiring, they'll see me as a SPECIALIST. The best of them.
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 8:29 pm by Guest
Reckless Wiring Promo #3

You are not wanted in heaven I can tell you that right now, but you will always be accepted in hell, because hell doesn’t reject anyone

You should have left me for dead
These worlds are so bleak
Absolutely no power left inside
Not even enough for me to speak

You have hurt so many times
But I have never truly healed
No you cannot ever see them
Because my emotional scars are sealed

Sometimes they would ask me
Have I always been this way
It truly breaks my heart to answer
But it is the truth that I will always say

No I have not always
But it probably will always be
The darkness that dwells deep inside
Is the only living part of me

I’ve kept it in for so long
So much anger that never comes out
Struggled with every single tantrum
Suppressing the urge to lash out and shout

But the turning point is indeed now
You will not be the cause of my demise
I will uplift my spirit
And spring up to your surprise

No longer will you ever hurt me
No more pain that will I feel
This day will end my sorrows
And I will break that holy seal

My emotions will flow with the hatred
And death you will soon meet
Through this day of reckoning that  I have realized
Revenge through success is certainly sweet


Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

“Never go to bed angry, stay awake and plot the revenge”

Tarah Nova’s actions at Battleground were just flat out despicable, my poor sister Alexis isn’t even conscious as we speak.  Unfortunately, Alexis will not be able to participate in our match at Reckless Wiring, so it is now officially a triple threat match, and it’s a damn shame, really it is, Alexis was just about to prove herself in her first real match for the Vixens Championship, and she was going to put on a show, with me, side by side, the sisters of The Sanatorium working together!  We were going to make The Sanatorium proud, but now that won’t happen, don’t worry, I am still going to make The Sanatorium proud, and I am dedicating this match at Reckless Wiring to my dear sister, sitting in that hospital bed as we speak, my second title reign as Vixens Champion, will be dedicated to Alexis Diemos! Tarah Nova thought she could even the playing field by getting rid of Alexis (Madison laughs) Oh Tarah, no sweetie, the only thing you have done is make me, more angry, you are going to pay for what you have done, not only are you walking out with nothing, no championship for you. But you will walk out of Reckless Wiring a broken pathetic woman. You see Tarah doesn’t have enough balls to face me like a real woman, she is a coward and she has to try and play mind games with me. That’s all well and good, and it would have definitely worked, if I was someone like Sheridan Muller or someone like that, someone who is a weak minded person, but no, I am Madison Kaline, and I am The Mistress of Death dammit, I control everything, my mind is still strong going into this triple threat match, in fact Tarah, all you have done is made me even more motivated to kick your pale sickly white ass even more.  You clearly haven’t learned a damn thing about me; you clearly don’t know whose family you are messing around with. Maybe you have forgotten who I am, I wouldn’t blame you for forgetting, because you have taken enough shots to the head thanks to yours truly, but I will take this time right now to remind you who exactly I am, I am the same person who has had your number for the better part of a year, I defeated you for the Vixens Championship, and since I have made your life a living breathing hell, however I think I am wasting my time telling you this, of course you remember who I am (Madison laughs) you know exactly who I am Tarah, I am on your mind all day long, I am the first thing you think of when you roll out of bed in the morning, who can blame the girl really? I mean if someone kept beating the crap outa me, and took my championship, and made my career pretty much irrelevant, I mean I would think about that all day long too, I actually feel bad for you Tarah because you are living this closeted life, you are living in fear of me, you are living in a bed of lies, you claim to be the leader of the Vixens Division, but we all know that is a lie. Lying seems to be a pattern with you, your relationship with Mr. DEDEDE is a lie, you say you love him, but we know that isn’t true either, the only reason you are with Mr. DEDEDE is to keep yourself relevant during this dark time, it is to keep your name out there, and of course Mr. DEDEDE will fuck you, that man will fuck anything with a vagina. You are with him for attention, and why not sleep with one of the biggest name in EAW history to keep your name alive right? You are a pathetic excuse for a woman Tarah you really are, you think by attacking Alexis I am just going to crawl up in a ball and quit? (Madison shakes her head) Tarah you are in for a rude awakening, you see Tarah at least when I attacked you, and put you in the hospital I did it for good reason, because you are an obnoxious bitch who needs a good ass whooping to put her in her place. Your attack on Alexis was just uncalled for, and I will not stand for that. Come Reckless Wiring, I am going to do to you what you did to Alexis, but worse, watch out Tarah.

So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what Eris has been saying, and the one thing I walked away with was, what the fuck kind of name is Eris anyway? So I went on my iPhone and I looked up Eris on Google, and according to Google, Eris is the largest dwarf planet in the Solar System (Madison laughs) how fitting of name am I right? Eris the size of a planet, and she is a dwarf compared to the rest of us Vixens in height and in popularity, literally Eris is like a human chode! You want to talk about respect Eris, you imbecile. There is nothing to respect about you, you are a fat little worm, who has no sense of self respect, or even a morsel talent. I have earned the respect of people like you, because I have proved that just because you are a champion doesn’t necessarily mean shit because I have main event countless FPV’s without that championship. You see Eris, you have yet to face a real challenge during your title reign as Vixens Champion, I mean what you faced Cloud Matsuda? Bitch please, beating Cloud is cake walk, (Madison pauses) Uh-oh I guess you want a piece of cake now huh? I’m sorry Eris, I really I am, I don’t mean to make fun of your obvious weight gaining issues, but really get a hold of yourself, it’s called self-control, learn a thing or two about it. But anyway Eris, this the first time you are really being challenged for your Vixens Championship, as you have no easy feat in front of you, as you will be standing in the ring with the one, and the only, The Mistress of Death herself, Madison Kaline, also Tarah Nova, but nobody really cares about her.  The fact of the matter is Eris, your time as Vixens Champion is done, and it doesn’t really matter what you say, or how many times you want to run your mouth, your words they are meaningless to me, they are meaningless because of the way you speak, you have no confidence in what you say, everybody can hear it, you aren’t fooling anyone my dear. Look at the way I talk, I talk with meaning; I talk with confidence, like I can take on the world! But most importantly I talk the truth, and the truth is not only am I going to whoop Tarah around like a piñata, but I am going to drop you on your fat ass, and embarrass you, I am going to embarrass the people who gave birth to you, and I am going to embarrass Hexa-Gun for even associating themselves with a nobody like you. This is my time, this is my division, and that is my championship, a championship which you stole from me, with the help of Tarah, and isn’t this a perfect storm, the two bitches who helped pry that title out of my hands, are both in this match with me (Madison gives an evil laugh) and now it is my time for revenge of that sin you have inflicted upon me. You are not wanted in heaven I can tell you that right now, but you will always be accepted in hell, because hell doesn’t reject anyone, and luckily for you both, I am sending you there. I’ll see you both there when I am all finished up with my legendary run here. For real though, I cannot wait for Reckless Wiring, because not only will end Eris LeCava’s terrible reign as champion, but I will become a two time Vixens Champion, and like I said this match is dedicated to my dear sister Alexis Diemos! 
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 7:37 pm by Guest
.:RECKLESS WIRING #3:.


Can you elaborate on this darkness that you constantly speak of?
 
Do you even know what that darkness consists of? What are the aspects? The elements that lie within? You don’t know, do you?
 
Faking it.
 
That’s the only way I can describe this new found obscurity that you’ve discovered conveniently lying within. When I look at you, Maddie, I see a young girl trying to desperately find her place to fit in. You’re urgently trying to look for a family – which I can relate to. I, too, never had a family growing up. I was unfortunately given the biggest piece of shit parents one could ever imagine. Drugs, alcohol, addiction, perversion was a common theme in my household. It made me feel alienated – alone. It isn’t until I found HBG that I feel like I have someone to lean on. Someone who genuinely cares about me. Someone who is willing to put her life in the line for me. I guess that’s how you feel about your Sanatorium buddies, right? They help fill in that void and one can say we have that in common… but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re both very different people. I mean, obviously we’re both different. I actually have a brain and use it where in your case you just have a brain that probably hasn’t been used in years. This is why you don’t use meth, kids. Anyway, you have this emptiness in your heart that you’re trying to fulfill, although that is completely different than the shit you’ve been preaching for weeks. You try to portray yourself as this Demon in heels. You want us all to believe that you have no pity or mercy for any soul. That you’re emotionless – empty inside. I know when I see a demented, broken individual and you missy, you are not one. I can see right through you, Maddie. I know that you’re trying to put up a front making sure that your Sanatorium friends accept you. On Battleground you even said that you weren’t going to try to make Alexis understand your part in the group. Does that mean that doubt came into consideration when they were debating whether you should be in or not? That’s not a very good sign, Maddie. I’m sure they can see right through you as well but they thought “what the hell, might as well since our only Vixen in this group is literally brain dead.”
 
You can say whatever you want about me, Maddie. You can call me every insult in the book but if there’s one thing; you never, NEVER, NEVER, EVER, EVER talk badly about Heart Break Gal in front of me. You don’t understand how FUCKING insulting that is. I can already begin to feel my blood boiling as you describe the love of my life as a “tramp, egotistical maniac.” Sweat is beginning to gather in my brow as you speak of HBG as if you’ve known her all your life. You don’t know what happens behind the scenes, Maddie. You don’t know how HBG is outside of the ring because she’d never give you the time of day. HBG is a kind and considerate soul and our partnership is fueled by MUTUAL respect and MUTUAL effort, something you obviously don’t know of. You’re lowering yourself to people who aren’t even in your level, what does that say about you? You call your former partner a let-down and that only shows me that you don’t value relationships at all. YOU are the one who is egotistical, YOU are the one who is selfish and YOU, YOU MADISON KALINE, YOU ARE A BITCH! Pray to your God that I never hear you talk about HBG in that manner again or else you will walk out the same way you walked out at Shock Value – On a fucking stretcher. You know how much I’m capable of when I’m in the ring. You know that I don’t have limits so DO NOT PUSH IT. This is the LAST time I’m warning you.
 
Why am I getting so amped up? Why am I getting so frustrated? IT’S BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE NO RESPECT! I have people like Maddie and Tarah call me HBG’s lackey as if it’s offensive but they go ahead and call her names that should never be said by any other human being. They deserve to get their tongues cut off because of that. They deserve to have acid poured down their STD infested throats. They’re so childish! They’re so stupid!! GOD DAMN IT!
 
...breathe.
 
I refuse to allow these bitches to get in my head. I refuse to allow myself be intimidated or frustrated. These are just mind games; they don’t mean it. I mean, who would say such mean things about HBG? They’re saying it to mess with my head, yeah, of course! Of course! Fucking fools! Fucking dreadful fools! They think they can get under my skin. Fucking idiotic, dreadful, stupid god damn fucking fools! They think they’re much smarter, much swifter. Fucking mongrels! They think they can beat me on Saturday, they think they can take away everything I’ve worked hard for. They think they can limit my success, limit my hard earned success. I deserve this success. I deserve the good things that are happening to my career. I DESERVE THIS, I DESERVE ALL OF THIS! I deserve to be in the lime light, I deserve to be interviewed by various different media outlets. I DESERVE TO BE CHAMPION, NOT YOU! NOT EITHER OF YOU! Your time has run out because I’m here to stay. You want to throw me under the bus and take away my place as the face of this division? You two want to see me tumble all the way to the bottom? I can’t stand this! I CAN’T STAND THIS! I can’t wait until I have you two off of my ass. Then I can go back at doing what I do best – being the utter best representation of the Vixens Division.
 

Both Maddie and Tarah seem to be focusing on one another and that shouldn’t be the case. This is where your downfall begins. You’re both too focused on your own personal drama but the only thing that should matter is the Vixens championship. This is how I know that you’re both not worthy of having that status. I’ve heard you both say that you’re focusing on one another but remember that I’m in the match. Remember that there are two other females outside of your own little world. You two should be focusing on ME. I am the big boulder that’s blocking your way to this championship. You’re going to have to literally kill me in order to remove this title away from me. Start thinking of back up plans, ladies. Because this is a different type of Vixen that you’re going up against. Everything that you’re familiar with; the characteristics that a Vixen usually has I don’t. I embody the anti-Vixen. The complete opposite of what a Vixen should be. I am not here to entertain; I am not here to make friends amongst the vixen’s roster. I am here for one thing and that’s to put my name in the record books. I’ve always made that my mission since day one. I’m on a roll as of late and I’m not going to stop. I am determined to make my goals a reality. I guess that means that your goals and aspirations are done for. But hey, if things don’t work out in the long run you guys can become backstage interviewers. That seems to be a thing with the has-beens. Submit your application today!
Brian Daniels
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 2:17 pm by Brian Daniels
You and I clearly have two different perspectives on what a warrior really is.

Your end-game as a warrior is to make a statement, whether you win the game, or you end up losing your life. How is it worth building up the courage, only when you're using it to overshadow the fear that lurks deep within your emotions? I understand that you're willing to die to get the job done, but isn't it worth sticking around to receive the glory from those who have put their support in you? I'd rather be standing here, with living, breathing proof that I did what I set out to accomplish. It would be satisfying to me, and to others to know that I'm not a one trick pony, one that enters the pit of the dragon, and then dies slaying it. Do you know how many "honorable" warriors this industry genuinely has? I often see the reckless lifestyle of those who have determined their end, before they have even begun scratching the glass ceiling --- as of right now, you're addressing me as that foolhardy type of person, Oasis. I can see the desperation pouring out with every thought of countering what I have to say. It doesn't dumbfound me to know... that you're the type of human being to cling onto desperation when he needs it most. You're willing to do whatever it takes, and that's something I can respect, but not necessarily something I can condone. I don't mean to come off as a grizzled veteran of the game, but I know what it's like to be in your shoes. Of course, you and I had different motives when addressing the situation --- you would rather sweep the dirt underneath the rug, rather then clean it up. But it's dirt, it's never going away is it? No matter how much you sweep, no matter how much you clean... it's always somewhere in the room, and you're tracking it in. You enjoy the fact that you honestly know that you didn't earn this match, that a simple "assault" is what sparked curiosity. Wait, you did earn this match? You don't say... you defeated Tig Kelly? I wonder what provoked Sebastian Monroe to create such a contender match in the first place. I'm not going to say that you didn't "earn" it there, what I'm saying is completely different compared to the mindset you want to believe that I have. I wouldn't have such a problem with you, Oasis, if you had come to Dynasty, and you proved your worth. "But I worked so hard on Voltage, and I worked so hard on ShowDown. That invokes the reasoning behind my entitlement!" Newsflash, you hardly did anything on either brand. What exactly did you accomplish? I'll give you credit, you successfully won your very first championship when you defeated Matt Miles for the EAW Interwire Championship. But is that it? Is that all you have to offer? I know I try to pay attention to everyone equally --- but I sometimes grow bored of watching a spiraling story.

From what I could gather, is you saw a similar motive in Zack Crash, so instead of biting the hand that fed you... you took the bait. And where did that get you? Where did blindly following a corrupt rebellion get you? Was he simply unlucky the night that everything was torn from his grasp? Was it unlucky that you were involved with his failure? If we're going to remember the story of Scott Oasis --- we want to remember his most accomplished moments. I can only remember one, because I know I didn't fail to mention your recent failures in capturing career making victories. Where was this frenzied warrior you speak of... when you squared off against the likes of Lucian Black? I know you desired to shed the skin of a warrior, and become a king. I know you wanted to compete for the crown, possibly more than anyone else did. But were you able to advance in said tournament? No, you were knocked off your high horse very early in the jousting stages, and yet you didn't give up all hope. You found every excuse known in the books, to dust that "little" loss under the rug, and you titled your misfortune a "fluke" that night. I commend you on trying to keep your image up, but I'm going to tear it down. This is where we proceed with the story of Scott Oasis, and his triumphant debut on the Dynasty roster... weeks later, he set out a challenge to one of the most notable elitists this company as to offer, The Heart Break Boy. It's important to know this, because I only briefly explained your fruitless attempts to make yourself look better than everybody else. It was the typical young guy calls out the veteran scenario --- Scott Oasis wanted to make a name for himself, especially after his horrendous defeat in the King of Elite tournament finals. Who other to call out, than The Heart Break Boy? Scott Oasis took it upon himself to make HIMSELF the designated individual to end wrestling chapter of The Heart Break Boy's careers. What happened to all of those promises, Oasis? What happened to you ENDING The Heart Break Boy? You seemed to have not only found another fantastic way to lie to everyone you spoke to, not only that... but to yourself. I honestly would not be flabbergasted if you sincerely felt that you would overcome such an obstacle. Not many people have achieved such a feature of ending a legend, you clearly aren't in that infamous list. Instead, you have joined the group of cowardly men who will stop at no end to accomplish what he set out to do. Even if he cries, moans, and complains about how long it took to get there... oh, cry me a river, Scott. Do you need a hug? Twenty seven years without support, I wonder why --- actually I don't, because your professional approach to this company has become futile.

Do you think you're the only one in this sport that has experienced the notorious sob story? I don't pity you, and I don't find your story to be inspiring either. You went from slumbering in your car, to competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. The only gratitude I can offer you is is a pat on the back, and that's about it. If we were to grieve about every man or woman who had to suffer before getting here, we'd have to have rehab meetings. "Hi, my name is Scott Oasis. And it took me twenty seven years to get here, I slept in my car, my family didn't support me, and everything I did was to make my life better." Congratulations, you got here, now put up, or shut up. I don't want to have to sit through this seminar, I don't want to hear what makes you worthy of being the contender. I find your lack of success to make you unworthy, not your life story. You really haven't had much success, have you? I can't seem to remember a time, or place, where Scott Oasis stood over everyone else. I can't seem to remember the day when Scott Oasis was the item everybody had to gawk at. I know we don't need to be the eye candy for every business man or woman, but it sure does help to know you're doing something right. I personally went through my entire career trying to impress everyone, and look at me now --- you don't see me complaining about it. It was an honest joy ride back then, if anything... those were some of my best days, but now those days have gotten even better. While I need not my name to be in the same age as Mr. DEDEDE, Y2Impact, CM Ronn, Mak, The Heart Break Boy, and so many others. I don't live to have my image compared to others, I live to make the greatest success story known to man. And you know how I've been doing that? By simply defending my World Championship over, and over, and over, against the greatest, or even the worst opponents. Even when I don't find a certain opposition to be worthy of competing, I still go along with the ride, and I end up coming out on top regardless to the drive of the opposition. They could be the most driven, the most determined, the most evil, the most inspired elitist known to Elite Answers Wrestling today --- and that will not stop me from kicking their head in, it will not prevent the palm of their hand slapping the canvas. I'm the longest World Champion in history for a reason, and do you truly believe that you'll be the one to put an end to it? I'll admit, where there is a beginning... there is always an end. I acknowledge my reign isn't forever, but I can't prevent it from forever being everlasting. What I did as World Heavyweight Champion --- what I'm going to do; will always be remember. I can't say the same about you, Oasis. You're give the greatest opportunity of your lifetime, and I intend to force your hand to let it slip by. You can talk all you want, you can make bold claims all you want, all that matters is the end result. You simply cannot speak so boldly, and imply that you will slay the dragon, but you can only cheat death so many times... you'll soon realize when the fire engulfs you, and the dragon effortlessly eats you alive.
Impact
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 11:42 am by Impact
Hahahahahaha.....

I don't know how many times my words can be misconstrued, taken out of context, or twisted and bent like a pretzel, but I shouldn't have expected anything less from Mr. DEDEDE. That's his modus operandi, his forte, and if it weren't for that faint sliver of doubt he seemingly manages to ingrain into the mind of every wrestling fan, hell, in many cases his own peers, there's no doubt in my mind his act would have worn thin already. It's obvious this man doesn't have any concept of what actual political corruption is, because I never promised these people a utopia that would be made impartially and account for everyone's preferences and beliefs; it was already implied that I'd be recreating extreme, changing EAW's name back, and restoring its virtues. That IS my utopia. If a member of the roster doesn't like that? Tough shit, because the undeniable, clear-as-day truth of the matter that is that the reason EAW isn't politics is because the leaders don't have to acquiesce and form whatever scenario makes the people comfortable. I don't have to consult anyone about the logistics of my ideas while at the same time it'd be little more than a delusion to suggest anyone has absolute power -- I don't. I have the authority to override other governing bodies, and soon I'll have the power vested in me to reshape EAW in my magnificent image, and nothing Mr. DEDEDE is going to do at Reckless Wiring can prevent that from happening. He's cocky and confident because he believes this challenge will be no different from Pain for Pride 6, but I'll hedge my bets and say I've undergone more than enough growth to rectify that disaster, yet all the same Mr. DEDEDE's going to fire back with some self-aggrandizing retort about how I've fallen under this gravely mistaken belief that I've changed and he's remained stagnant for three years, but I'm no fool, whatever growth he's experienced has already been processed through my mental algorithms ten times over. There's nobody in EAW history who can block the spear with more consistency than I have, there's no other extremist than can stifle and fluster Mr. DEDEDE quicker than I'm capable of doing, there's no other extremist with the mental fortitude needed to understand what a measured risk in a match against Mr. DEDEDE really is, because I'll give credit where it's due, for other men they see a weakness and think they can exploit it promptly, but in a nanosecond DEDEDE's already got it covered up and his defenses are raised before they can execute. Ryan Savage and Liam Catterson had no counterattack for DEDEDE's all-encompassing stratagem and eventually fell victim to it because they were physically and mentally outmatched, but that mortality and imminent feeling of doom looming from all corners is EXACTLY what I'm going to subject Mr. DEDEDE to at Reckless Wiring; my wits are endless and they will not fail me, my body is an unbreakable fucking temple and DEDEDE at his most creative, at his most resourceful, won't be able to scratch or vandalize that temple in any way because I simply refuse to allow him to. Nevertheless, while I don't have absolute power, I'm so convicted in my beliefs that I know the ultimate vision I'm fighting for is worth every setback I could possibly face, every Lucian Black or Jacob Senn roadblock stopping me from taking control of EAW, because the all-important goal is bringing this destitute company back into prominence, unchaining it from its shackles, and why exactly would I aspire to achieve this goal if I was purely self-interested? I've already proven ten times over I can succeed in EAW as it currently is, there are no questions asked that haven't been answered with constant victories, so how could I possibly be this megalomaniacal dictator everyone's claiming I am when my operation has actually been almost entirely devoid of anything related to personal gain? It doesn't make sense, and if you think otherwise I have a bridge to sell you, but listen to DEDEDE for a few seconds and he'll have you reeled in to his backwards train of thought before suddenly you're buying books and selling "The DEDEDE Lifestyle" to all of your friends and family members in a roundabout multi-level marketing Pyramid scheme. Who are you people going to place your confidences in, this borderline mental patient driven into obsession who happens to carry around a championship, or someone who's been consistent throughout, someone who's answered every question and told no lies?

I just can't identify with Mr. DEDEDE's blatant radicalism. He's partially right about everything and entirely right about nothing, blabbering about how every year Reckless Wiring is advertised such that it makes the people think they have a choice when in reality it couldn't be more different. Thing is, and jog my memory and correct me if I'm wrong here, the fans were never promised complete, unconditional autonomy over the fate of the wrestlers competing at Reckless Wiring. How could they sell Pay-Per-Views if you could just write in any ridiculous match stipulation or opponent you wanted without restriction? I'm sure DEDEDE would love that, he'd be wrestling against Lucas Johnson in a Pillow Fight match where the winner and Answers World Champion would be determined by whoever connects with the most shots in an allotted period of time! Sounds like a BRILLIANT idea, I'm sure the investors and the networks broadcasting EAW's four shows would be ecstatic to hear that one of the biggest events of the year was going to devolve into a complete and utter farce. By claiming most people don't realize the promise-makers are chosen for them, you insult everybody's intelligence. I'm certain most EAW fans aren't under the impression that they can't decide every match stipulation or opponent at Reckless Wiring, and to insist the majority of them don't understand exactly why? Nonsense, hogwash, poppycock, a bunch of hot fucking garbage. The fans want to be surprised as much as anybody; after all, the goal is to create and produce an entertaining product. When you deprive them of the uncertainty and the unpredictability of an EAW show, the fanbase slowly starts to lose interest. It's business sense 101, hell, I'm sure even you who clearly believes unconditionally in every precept that's ever come out of his own mouth understands that. You sound like one of those clowns commonly found on conspiracy theorist websites who create articles designed to gain hits from oblivious, misinformed internet users; give it a rest, pal. I'm not just spouting off senseless hot air soon to be shoved back into my windpipe; I'm speaking, and I'm speaking profoundly with the utmost outspokenness, because I know winning at Reckless Wiring is a distinct possibility, I know I don't have to speak my victory into existence because the probability of Y2Impact winning and walking out with the splendor and spoils of the Answers World Championship and total control of EAW is real, I'll even harken back to one of your famous lines! I wouldn't take the challenge, I wouldn't make myself the number one contender, and I wouldn't be speaking so confidently about my chances this Saturday if I didn't know for an axiomatic FACT I could actualize everything I'm saying right now -- and I absolutely can.

My skeptics will turn into believers. My doubters will turn into fans. My critics? They won't have any ammo to unleash when I silence them by winning the Answers World Championship at Reckless Wiring. As for Hexa-gun not allowing the fans to decide any of our match stipulations, isn't it obvious? You people think that if Mr. DEDEDE had authority, he wouldn't use that power to favor himself? The people who have the power use it to their advantage, and those like Mr. DEDEDE that don't and merely masquerade as leaders to compensate for the insecurity of not truly being in control? They crave it. There's no rule barring me from enacting the policies I feel are in the best interests of EAW as a company, and there's no rule preventing me from using my authority as the overseer of Voltage for my own advantage, is there? If I were truly dictatorial, I'd not only make myself the number one contender, I'd force Mr. DEDEDE to wrestle with one arm tied behind his back, but fair is fair -- not to mention I'd hate to have anyone questioning whether my victory was truly "decisive" or not, so I went ahead and decided I'd leave no doubt because I refuse to be intimidated. Other people look at Mr. DEDEDE and see an indomitable foe who can't beaten when at his best, who is exempt from being stricken down and has a grip on that championship that cannot be broken. I look at Mr. DEDEDE and I see a crow whose feathers are colored with rainbows, a mortal who has made every effort to convince these people that he's a God that never reminds them of his futility, that ignores any vulnerability he's shown in his career and chalks all of his failures up to a lack of inspiration. Gods don't get uninspired, Gods don't allow their weaknesses to be exploited, because they have none, and most importantly, Gods don't make excuses. But it's ironic, the same man who excuses his failures constantly and pretends the last time the two of us were in the ring together was Pain for Pride 6 claims he isn't a chameleon, doesn't adapt when necessary, and richest of his all, his tone and tune "varies not"! I never wavered and I most certainly never vacillated between sympathizing with the unknowingly oppressed and lashing out against them, I stated quite matter-of-factly that the brainless, willfully ignorant DEDEDE followers deserve what they get, but also that the social climbers of this industry don't particularly care what environment they're competing under, be it extreme or elite. Now riddle me this, DEDEDE's this amazing freedom fighter hallowed in the etches of history above reproach in everyone's eyes, and his track record in the past fighting against the likes of Scott Diamond and ACW is evidence of this. So why, then, was Mr. DEDEDE completely idle at Road to Redemption when Zack Crash staked his company on the line and I, NOT HIM, WAS FIGHTING ON THE FRONT LINES TRYING TO SECURE POSSESSION OF EAW AND RETURN IT TO EXTREME? IN DEDEDE'S EYES, A SIXTH WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN REGAINING CONTROL OF THE COMPANY! HE CARED MORE ABOUT MATCHING MY RECORD TWO YEARS BELATED THAN FIGHTING FOR THE FUTURE OF THE BUSINESS! He was forced to dig so deep in his back pocket to find anything against me that he cited some irrelevant war from nearly seven years ago when I was an alienated, down-on-his-luck, disillusioned rookie compared to The Machine I am today. Hell, with the history of my first two World Heavyweight Championship reigns well-documented, as an inexperienced youngling in this business who wouldn't want to prove their stripes against the same man who prematurely derailed their career? My motivations could have been anything from a personal vendetta against DEDEDE to an uncertain, worried, still-green rookie just trying to find his spot on the card. But DEDEDE? He doesn't have any excuse for standing idly by and LETTING Zack Crash rule this company with an oppressive iron fist for over a year, but he was content to be a bystander and pursue championship gold while other wrestlers dealt with Crash and did his dirty work instead. You have given every reason for these people to doubt you, and yet in spite of it all, THEY STILL BELIEVE IN YOU! THEY STILL BELIEVE IN MR. DEDEDE! WHY?!? WHY DO THESE IGNORANT INGRATES STILL BELIEVE IN MR. DEDEDE?! YOU ARE THE MESSIAH, THE PROPHET OF THE HEDONISTIC, AND AT RECKLESS WIRING THE MACHINE IS GOING TO RATTLE MR. DEDEDE AND CRUCIFY THEIR KING!

I AM NOT A TURNCOAT! Now I wholly understand the inner workings of this business present complications that ordinary people, fans, just don't understand, but Hexa-gun isn't Project Ego, Triple Crown Syndicate, The Enterprise, or even Generation Genesis; this cohort of cold-blooded ruthless killers is unlike anything ever seen before, unlike anything that will ever be birthed into existence again. So I understand if you people want to question my motives, call me an egotist, or claim Hexa-gun is marching under false pretenses solely pursued for their own personal benefits, but NEVER, EVER CALL ME A TURNCOAT! I have been FORCED to make decisions that are harder than anyone in this business can possibly fathom, DEDEDE included! I've seen the forebears of this industry exiled, defamed, and spat on through the lens of hindsight, I've had to witness my generation dwindle to a handful, I'VE PUT MYSELF THROUGH THE RINGER AND EXERTED EVERYTHING, STAKED MY FUCKING REPUTATION ON THE LINE TO FIND A SUCCESSOR, AND I LATER SEE THAT MAN INJURED? SHELVED! ANOTHER CASUALTY, ANOTHER VICTIM TO THE MOTHERFUCKING SYSTEM! I HAD TO REHABILITATE AND DRIVE MYSELF THROUGH THE FORCE OF PURE FUCKING WILL, I WENT FROM THE YORE OF CHILDHOOD TO THE METAMORPHOSIS OF STARDOM IN THIS BUSINESS! AND IF I HAD TO BECOME AN UNDERLING, IF I HAD TO PARTAKE IN A STING OPERATION THAT WOULD TEMPORARILY COMPROMISE MY INTEGRITY FOR THE SAKE OF THE GREATER GOOD... Then so be it. BUT NEVER WILL I STAND IDLY BY AND WATCH THIS COMPANY FALL INTO RUIN AND RUBBLE WHILE I DO NOTHING! NEVER WILL I BE CALLED A TURNCOAT! THIS SATURDAY ISN'T JUST ABOUT TAKING THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AND KICKING A GOD DOWN A FEW PEGS ON HIS PEDESTAL! THIS SATURDAY... Is about ensuring the future.

THE MAN. THE GOD. THE MACHINE.
Jamie O'Hara
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 7:08 am by Jamie O'Hara
The Cold, Dark Beyond
Reckless Wiring Promo 1


DAY had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, it was nine o'clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was used to the lack of sun. It had been days since he had seen the sun. He was a newcomer in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter. The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. 

I didn’t want to pick this fight…you did….
I didn’t want to go in this direction…

He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man's place in the universe. Fifty degrees below zero stood forte bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks. Fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero. 


…but you wanted this…
…and God knows I’m not a man who runs from a fight…

At the man's heels trotted a dog, a big native husky, the animal was depressed by the tremendous cold. It knew that it was no time for traveling. Its instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the man's judgment. In reality, it was not merely colder than fifty below zero; it was colder than sixty below, than seventy below. It was seventy-five below zero. Since the freezing point is thirty-two above zero, it meant that one hundred and seven degrees of frost obtained. The dog did not know anything about thermometers. Possibly in its brain there was no sharp consciousness of a condition of very cold such as was in the man's brain. But the brute had its instinct. It experienced a vague but menacing apprehension that subdued it and made it slink along at the man's heels, and that made it question eagerly every unwonted movement of the man as if expecting him to go into camp or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire. The dog had learned fire, and it wanted fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cuddle its warmth away from the air.
 
It’s been almost two months since I lost my world title. A bitter taste still resides in my mouth that clashes with the constant desire to see blood split over inexcusable actions. Two months have flown by quicker than I could have imagined yet so much has changed. Lannister no longer reigns as the EAW champion...instead he opted to go out on top and depart the company. For so long I’ve talked about doubt, a seed of corruption that only grew when he defeated me yet again; now I have to swallow that bitter pill that I may never get my true redemption. I still look to the future with my eyes wide open but I find myself only caring about one thing. My aspirations in becoming a two time world champion are on hold and I could care less about Grand Rampage. Like his obsession to defeat me, it has become mine to rid this world of the scum, of the pathetic Russian Prince. My plans for Reasonable Doubt had an unexpected twist and while part of me has a considerable feeling of regret for not seizing my opportunities and walking out with my title; the one and only goal was to defeat Aren Mstislav. Since that didn’t take place It’s developed into an obsession of my own. Perhaps I don’t want to rid this world of such a piece of shit but I froth at the mouth over the idea of putting an end to his career, at least any chance of him becoming something more than a second grade hack of a talent. I can still hear him whimper on about how the world is and has always been against him. Eclipse fucking Diemos walked away with the King of Elite crown; I think that goes to show that Mstislav has well and truly hit his ceiling and there is no further to go. Despite the reality I continue to server him, regardless of the pure, impossible to argue against facts, he still stands there defiant as ever that he can win the big one. And this all started back after I beat him in December. Ever since Lannister offered him the opportunity to be trained, to be taught by him and succeed him on the Elite throne, this poor, miserable being has believed he’s well and truly capable of matching it with the best. How sweet, how innocent you were young Aren. You ate up every word he said to you, believed that the Russian Prince was destined to become a king…

The flame the man got by touching a match to a small shred of birch bark that he took from his pocket. This burned even more readily than paper. Placing it on the foundation, he fed the young flame with wisps of dry grass and with the tiniest dry twigs. He worked slowly and carefully, keenly aware of his danger. Gradually, as the flame grew stronger, he increased the size of the twigs with which he fed it. He squatted in the snow, pulling the twigs out from their entanglement in the brush and feeding directly to the flame. He knew there must be no failure. There was the fire, snapping and crackling and promising life with every dancing flame. He started to untie his moccasins. They were coated with ice; the thick German socks were like sheaths of iron halfway to the knees; and the moccasin strings were like rods of steel all twisted and knotted as by some conflagration. For a moment he tugged with his numb fingers, then, realizing the folly of it, he drew his sheath-knife.
 
You weren’t Lannister’s protégé. 


But before he could cut the strings, it happened. It was his own fault or, rather, his mistake. He should not have built the fire under the spruce tree. He should have built it in the open. But it had been easier to pull the twigs from the brush and drop them directly on the fire. Now the tree under which he had done this carried a weight of snow on its branches. No wind had blown for weeks, and each branch was fully freighted. Each time he had pulled a twig he had communicated a slight agitation to the tree--an imperceptible agitation, so far as he was concerned, but an agitation sufficient to bring about the disaster. High up in the tree one bough capsized its load of snow. This fell on the branches beneath, capsizing them. This process continued, spreading out and involving the whole tree. It grew like an avalanche, and it descended without warning upon the man and the fire, and the fire was blotted out! Where it had burned was a mantle of fresh and disordered snow.
 
No for all the “training” and assistance he offered you in the lead up to King of Elite, he never saw anything in you. He wanted your trust, your faith; to be there to lend a helping hand when he needed it most and that’s no more evident in the fact he left this company and left you high and dry without accomplishing a damn fucking thing. You were a mere device in his plans, insurance because he’s sitting in whatever shithole knowing deep down that he was incapable of defeating me alone. Without you, I would still be champion, his face would be disfigured beyond recognition, whatever doubt I had over my own potential would have been chewed up and spat out. It all came down to you being there for him. How does it feel to know these last few months have been all for nothing? How does it feel to know you placed your faith, your career, your life in the hands of a man who simply used you for his own needs? A month ago I couldn’t feel sorry for you but now I actually do. Lannister expected you to be there for him when he needed you yet here we are and when you’re walking in his very shoes he won’t be able to be there. Nobody will. Unfortunately for you there is no escape. When we’re just five minutes into an Iron Man match that could last thirty minutes, forty five minutes or an hour and it becomes inhumanely clear that you are out of your depth, that this is more akin to a slaughter than a wrestling match you can’t beg for me to put you out of your misery. From the moment that clock starts, till it’s final seconds you are nothing but my bitch and I will take immense joy out of beating you within an inch of your life. And you can beg for mercy, you can plead for someone to put an end to the pain…but oh sweet innocent Aren you’re alone in this world now, you don’t have anyone to fall back on. No German cunt to pay the debt he owes, no friend to pull out of the fiery depths of your own personal hell. I bet if you had a crystal ball you would have opted out of his offer, huh? “But you don’t have anyone too!” While true, I will always remember the “advice” I was given, how I needed someone, anyone to have success in EAW yet defied it.
 
The man was shocked. It was as though he had just heard his own sentence of death. For a moment he sat and stared at the spot where the fire had been. This thought tended to put him in a panic, but he fought against it and kept calm. But the tremendous cold had already driven the life out of his fingers. In his effort to separate one match from the others, the whole bunch fell in the snow. He tried to pick it out of the snow, but failed. The dead fingers could neither touch nor clutch. He was very careful. He drove the thought of his freezing feet, and nose, and cheeks, out of his mind, devoting his whole soul to the matches. He watched, using the sense of vision in place of that of touch, and when he saw his fingers on each side the bunch, he closed them--that is, he willed to close them, for the wires were down, and the fingers did not obey. He pulled the mitten on the right hand and beat it fiercely against his knee. Then with both mittened hands, he scooped the bunch of matches, along with much snow, into his lap. Yet he was no better off.


A certain fear of death, dull and oppressive, came to him. This fear quickly became poignant as he realized that it was no longer a mere matter of freezing his fingers and toes, or of losing his hands and feet, but that it was a matter of life and death with the chances against him. As he sat and regained his breath, he noted that he was feeling quite warm and comfortable. He was not shivering, and it even seemed that a warm glow had come to his chest and trunk. And yet, when he touched his nose or cheeks, there was no sensation. Running would not thaw them out. Nor would it thaw out his hands and feet. Then the thought came to him that the frozen portions of his body must be extending. He tried to keep this thought down, to forget it, to think of something else; he was aware of the panicky feeling that it caused, and he was afraid of the panic. But the thought asserted itself, and persisted, until it produced a vision of his body totally frozen. 

You continue to live inside this bubble where nobody has experienced your troubles, that nobody has driven their skull into that same glass ceiling without making a damn crack. No, that is only truth in your little world but outside? In reality it’s the very reason why I’ll walk out of this match as the victor. Contrary to popular belief in the many, many years I’ve done this gig I’ve had your struggles. I’ve been that incredibly talented competitor struggling to break through and become the success I talked myself up to be. It’s being in your shoes a long time ago, knowing just how desperate you are to defeat me and for once in your career you manage to back up your claims of greatness that will prove to be of most benefit because I know how to handle someone like you. To repeat myself, when this is all done and you find the mental strength to come back from the horrors that await, I can make you into that world champion and I can more than anyone help you break through that glass ceiling. Don’t act surprised, I’m a fair person after all. 

This was too much, and he made another wild run along the trail. Once he slowed down to a walk, but the thought of the freezing extending itself made him run again. And all the time the dog ran with him, at his heels. When he fell down a second time, it curled its tail over its forefeet and sat in front of him, facing him, curiously eager and intent. The warmth and security of the animal angered him, and he cursed it till it flattened down its ears appealingly. This time the shivering came more quickly upon the man. He was losing in his battle with the frost. It was creeping into his body from all sides. The thought of it drove him on, but he ran no more than a hundred feet, when he staggered and pitched headlong. It was his last panic. When he had recovered his breath and control, he sat up and entertained in his mind the conception of meeting death with dignity. However, the conception did not come to him in such terms. His idea of it was that he had been making a fool of himself, running around like a chicken with its head cut off--such was the simile that occurred to him. 

In the end I feel so sorry for you. I feel sorrow that this was always a hopeless one for you; If it wasn’t evident a month ago, it certainly Is now and as I said back at Reasonable Doubt, regardless of how we get to it this war ends in only way and that your career being left at a crossroads. Once the heavy weight of defeat sets in you will have a choice; to accept your reality and make the most of what you’re capable of achieving or letting the doubt, the darkness take over.  Salvation was offered…and salvation was ignored and this you have no one to blame but yourself. Every threat I’ve made until today, the desire to see you stretchered out of the ring, half your fucking brain split all over the canvas and picked off my boot, you can guarantee I still plan to deliver on them. It’s nothing more than FACT you offered up yet another half-arsed attempt to knock me down a peg at Reasonable Doubt so don’t for a second think your chances have improved on the assumption you “had me beat”. Funny, the last person who thought they had me bit was sent into obscurity. People are smart not to poorly judge me, to think that I’m someone who is going to lie down and allowed to be walked over. I’m the superior talent. I’ve proven that by achieving far, far more than in a shorter time frame. I proved that when I emerged as the Cash In The Vault winner. I proved that when I pinned you in the middle of the ring, clean, one…two…three at Road to Redemption. I proved it by becoming the pulse of Showdown, the fucking PULSE OF EAW. Where do you create this faith, Mstislav? Where does the belief that you can beat me, that you can take that next step and ascend to greatness reside? Don’t answer, I don’t want you to get your hopes up because amongst the blood and brain matter I’ll be wiping from my boots, so too the last remaining shred of belief you still have. Run through my history Aren. Look at each and every man who thought they could go toe to toe with me, stand in my way without a single helping hand. None of them have ever stood in my way and lived to tell a tale of defeating Jamie O’Hara. I’ll admit it, at one time or another before you threw your career away there was no doubt in my mind or anybody else’s mind that Aren Mstislav had the makings of a true champion; perhaps a first ballot Hall of Famer. Unfortunately for you that ballot has been ripped to shreds, lit on fire and will be put out when I piss all over it’s ashes. Now the only ticket you’re destined to carry happens to be pink and it doesn’t support breast cancer awareness. 

Well, he was bound to freeze anyway, and he might as well take it decently. With this new-found peace of mind came the first glimmerings of drowsiness. A good idea, he thought, to sleep off to death. It was like salting an anesthetic. Freezing was not so bad as people thought. There were lots worse ways to die. Then the man drowsed off into what seemed to him the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever known. The dog sat facing him and waiting. The brief day drew to a close in a long, slow twilight. There were no signs of a fire to be made, and, besides, never in the dog's experience had it known a man to sit like that in the snow and make no fire. As the twilight drew on, its eager yearning for the fire mastered it, and with a great lifting and shifting of forefeet, it whined softly, and then flattened its ears down in anticipation of being chidden by the man. But the man remained silent. Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death. This made the animal bristle and back away. A little longer it delayed, howling under the stars that leaped and danced and shone brightly in the cold sky. Then it turned and trotted up the trail in the direction of the camp it knew, where were the other food-providers and fire-providers.


This fate that awaits you is cruel. A match with a set distance but it will feel like an eternity for you. A lifetime of pain, an everlasting memory of sheer agony burnt into your memory. When the bell rings I will see the eyes of a man who knows he has been defeated, he will feel true despair as he finally accepts the consequences of his actions. And with every punch I land, the hopes and dreams will fade away one by one and you will realise it was never your destiny to beat me, it was never your destiny to ascend to the throne and become a king. You will succumb to my greatness and by the time that clock ticks zero, I will make you fucking beg for mercy.
Phoenix Winterborn
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 3:32 am by Phoenix Winterborn
EAW Promoz! - Page 20 Phoenix%20Faded_zpsqin5b3yo

RECKLESS WIRING(?) #1
POWER TO THE PEOPLE

It's that time of the year.

The time when droves of people come out to vote for their favorites. Favorite actor. Favorite movie. Favorite politician. The list goes on, and on and on. The one that really mattered however, was the voting for EAW's Reckless Wiring this Sunday night on FPV. Everything was on the line, but the one we concern ourselves with today centers around one Phoenix Winterborn. Many have called him the 'fastest rising star on Voltage' in the last few years. His combination of high-flying acrobatics, combined with a technical prowess honed on the independent circuit, has captured the proverbial hearts and minds of the EAW faithful, as well as the Elitists and Vixens themselves. Now, Phoenix was possibly gearing up for the biggest match of his life against Maxwell Dachs and Mark Michaels. Mark has been very vocal in his...disdain? For the American Tradition, but Dachs? Nowhere to be found. Suppose he doesn't see anyone as a real threat to the New Breed championship. Michaels knows however, that he's going to have a fight on his hands, especially if Phoenix is voted into the match.

It was a cold night in Chicagoland. Phoenix had had a lot on his mind lately, and was feeling the pressure coming into this weekend's FPV, Reckless Wiring. His insomnia was kicking in again with a vengence, so he found himself on a nice walk through downtown Evanston, IL to calm his thoughts and hopefully get him to sleep easier. He rubbed his temple with his fingers as the camera caught up to him.

"Have you ever been frustrated by just listening to someone speak? I mean, really just...your gears get grinded when they open their mouth? That's how I feel when I need to sit down and listen to Mark Michaels. Now, don't get me wrong. Mark is a hell of a competitior. There's a reason he's in this match instead of someone else, but Mark? Lemme speak at ya for a few minutes. You go around calling yourself perfection, and the Social Media champion. Here's a news flash for ya, and...look at me when I'm talking to you, BOY. You haven't been around me long enough to call yourself perfection. You have not once stepped into the ring with me, to test your mettle against someone of my caliber. There's a VERY good reason why people are touting me as the future of Voltage, and quite possibly the next New Breed champion. Because i bring to the table what needs to be brought. Not just a pretty face, and a nice body. Hell, look at me. I am about as far from a prototypical wrestler that one can be. I show my age, but...I also show my experience. I've seen things in professional wrestling you couldn't even dream of, Michaels. You may think that you're better, but let me ask you this? You've filmed three pieces, each with poignant comments towards me, but what are you really saying? Aside from the fact that you THINK you're better than me? Is that all you can really come up with? All you can muster? Son, you gotta be a bit more creative if you're gonna step to me like that. It's kinda like the old saying, 'It's hard to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.' Let that sink in for a moment, if you will."

Phoenix paused for a moment to wave at some of his neighbors down the street.

"See, for fifteen years...almost sixteen now. I've been walking through that curtain night in, and night out. Sometimes I'd get paid, other times I'd walk out with a hotdog and a handshake. The fact remained that I gave everything I had for those people who paid to see me, whether it was fifty people, or five hundred people. You, from what I've seen, have no idea what it's like to pay your dues here. I'm not saying I deserve this, but...if the people voting for Reckless Wiring vote me into the match, I can tell you this. I will not be leaving Reckless Wiring without the New Breed championship. You can brag all you want to about how you're the perfect wrestler, this, that, and the other, but let's face it. When it comes down to brass tax? Mister DEDEDE aside, I am the man on Voltage. Forget what anyone else says. I have the momentum, I have the people behind me, and I have the passion. That's the biggest difference between you and me. When I see your promo pieces, you don't have the passion. You're playing the role, and phoning it in. Look at me, Mark. Look good. Look at my eyes. I had something to prove at Fighting Spirit Two. Just like I have something to prove at Reckless Wiring. You're looking at the next New Breed champion. You're LOOKING at a man who will hold that championship with a sense of pride, and honor. YOU'RE LOOKING at the man who WANTS to represent this company, come hell or high water! C'mon, and GET SOME, MICHAELS!"

He throws the hood back on his jacket, as the camera zooms in on his eyes. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes before continuing.

"Maxwell Dachs. I don't understand you. You sit there, and you say that you're not even gonna mention Voltage until their rep is chosen. Can't say that that is the brightest idea in the world, but we'll roll with it. You say that some of us don't DESERVE your attention? Let me learn you a thing on that. We ALL deserve your attention, Max. We are in this voting for a reason, and the sooner that you learn that, the better prepared you might be. Mark Michaels is a fool, but at least he is preparing himself for anyone. You, on the other hand, are having trouble telling a wristwatch from a wristlock right now, and it saddens me to be completely honest. But, what can ya do, huh? Just know this. Just like I said to Michaels, I'm coming to Reckless Wiring with a purpose, and I'll be damned if and when I'm voted into the match, that I don't come out with that championship in tow."

Phoenix cracked his knuckles, then his neck.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, look close. This is the Year of the Firebird. When you think about the New Breed, you think about Phoenix Winterborn and soon. When you think about the New Breed championship, you will also be referring to the man who has taken Voltage...well, by storm. Pun intended. The power...is in your hands. If you want a man who will walk into Reckless Wiring with one goal in mind, the New Breed championship? Vote Phoenix Winterborn, and together...this will be change you can believe in."

He smirked, and pulled the hood back over his head, heading into an all-night gas station to grab a drink, as the scene faded to black.
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 12:49 am by Guest
.:RECKLESS WIRING #2:.
R E S P E CT 


The word respect is often thrown around here like Tarah Nova’s panties in the men locker rooms. Does anyone know what that really means? Not Tarah’s frisky behavior, but the word respect! I see so many Vixens, old and young, come up to me and demand I show them some sort of admiration. Have they ever thought if they’re in fact worthy of such treatment? Have they done something extraordinary that has never been seen in EAW? Have they broken records, been involved in legendary matches or retired someone? I mean, if something like that happened then by all means – let me take off my hat and get on my knees to show you the true respect that you deserve. But what have my opponents done in the past year? Defeated some gorilla looking bitch, get a fluke win and created a stable full of inbreds? That’s not respect worthy. My opponent’s behaviors are not respect worthy. They are the last Vixens on this god damn roster that should be demanding respect. I’m going to go ahead and make a bold assumption here – the only Vixen respect worthy is ME. I’VE DONE SO MUCH IN MY LITTLE TIME! I’VE MADE HEADS TURN EVERY TIME I PASSED BY! I embody Hexa-Gun and everything they stand for. I EMBODY WHAT A TRUE VIXEN SHOULD BE LIKE! Want my respect? TOO DAMN BAD. Wrestle better, then maybe I’ll give it a thought. But if you want me to assist you individually…
 
Maddie, you want to know the REAL reason why no one here in EAW respects you? You want to know exactly why people spit towards your direction? You want the inside scoop as to why people rate you as a B Vixen? It’s because you’re a flip flopper. You’re not in any way, shape or form authentic. In fact, you’re the cheap Asian toy that no kid ever wanted to see as they unwrapped their much anticipated birthday present. One day you’re this nice, kind, loving Vixen who wants to bring joy to the word with her stellar wrestling moves…. And the next you’re this demonic creature that expresses her harrowing pain through lame poems. Also – poems, why poems, Maddie? You couldn’t choose another boring hobby of yours to plaster all over EAW? However, my main point is that your attitude is not genuine therefore no one takes you seriously. The moment you notice something isn’t working for you, you go back to the drawing board, otherwise known in your case the crazy meth lab you always hang out at and try to reinvent yourself in order to grasp the attention of others. Something you haven’t noticed, however, is the fact that people will indeed pay attention to your new persona but the moment you fuck up everyone will IMMEDIATELY lose interest. You’ll have all this hype that will make you believe you’re able to achieve anything your heart desires! Then!... Then?.... THEN you end up failing, miserably. You become a failure because you simply cannot comprehend that you CAN’T achieve everything. You CAN’T beat someone who is obviously more superior than you and you C A N ‘ T come out on top. The cards will NEVER be in your favor and if I was you I would just stop embarrassing myself then and there. Just hang up your boots, Maddie. Walk away from this treacherous life. You’re not succeeding, so why waste your time? You can teach at your local community college how to NOT write poetry. Your life seems to be set up so why do you continue to torture yourself here? Hmm? Because you’re fucking stupid? Hm. Maybe.
 
Ms. Self-entitled Nova. God, you’re still as stupid as the last time I talked to you. Always walking around EAW like a proud, arrogant peacock – just waiting to sprout out your feathers any chance you can. Too bad your feathers are grimy and faded.  Maybe if this event would’ve taken place a year back, then you’d have some credibility to your name. You know, back then you were really an outstanding star – I would know, I watched your every move and I researched you until my fingers literally couldn’t press another button on my keyboard. You were the Tarah Nova everyone wanted a glimpse of. You were indeed the face of the Vixens division but your fifteen minutes of fame are long gone now. I know you want to reclaim this title, but you need to stop acting as if it has belonged to you this entire time. Here’s a newsflash you pasty bitch – this title is MINE. It has always been mine and it isn’t until now that the prestige it once had when legends such as Heart Break Gal and well, since you mentioned her, Kendra Shamez held it close has been restored. The Vixens title is now a legitimate championship that you actually have to work hard for in order to earn it. I mean, for Christ sake, recently there was a Vixens Cup tournament and that’s never been seen before in EAW.
 
“Oh but Eris! I paved the way for you and the others! If it wasn’t for me, there wouldn’t BE a Vixens division!!!!”
 
Bullshit.
 

You like to walk around here like you’re this fine piece of art that can’t be touched because of its authenticity. You along with Maddie and that other Neanderthal are the weakest links of this division. The biggest flip floppers that I’ve ever seen and it’s sad that I have to put my title on the line against you parasite actin’ bitches. Always wanting to cling on to people but you’re not able to stand on your own. Oh, but I know exactly how you girls are going to throw that in my face and call me a hypocrite – Hexa-Gun. Hexa-Gun and my situation is much, much different. You see, I wasn’t asked if I wanted to be in Hexa-Gun, I was naturally born into this family. You all want to call it a powerful stable and while I agree on the most part – we’re more than a stable. We are a force, we are a powerful group of extremists that have made more of an impact in EAW than any other group in its history. Reckless Wiring is something I shouldn’t have to worry about. I’m going against a bunch of has-beens and a never-was. When it comes to owning up to yourself and showing that other people are in fact superior than you then I will comply without a hesitation. Everyone may think this is simply a mask I have on so the rest of the ladies can’t see that I’m trembling in fear as doubt and sadness is seeping through my mask. This is my sincere thoughts about you two – Alexis? Meh, why is she even in this match again? I refuse to acknowledge her after this moment until she shows that she’s serious about this match. But back to you two, I have absolutely no respect. I don’t care if the feeling is mutual, I just want you both to know that in Eris LeCava’s eyes – you’re nothing. You don’t PHASE ME, Tarah. You don’t SCARE ME, Madison. You’re both full of shit and I can’t wait to expose you in a couple of days. Now this, this right here, will be the highlight of my career.
Scott Oasis
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 23rd 2016, 12:02 am by Scott Oasis
“What kind of man enters the dragon's lair with only shining metal armor, a silver sword, and a shield?”

I'll tell you what kind of man does that: a man who is a warrior. I am talking about someone who has the courage to stand up to any challenge. Who shows no fear in the face of oncoming danger. He is someone who will do what others would never think of doing. That will fight for what he believes in. Hell, he is willing to DIE if he has to in order to achieve his goal. It is not out of ego but for pride and for what it is right! That is why he is throwing out everything to do such a task! I know you attempted to trash me with your little metaphor there Brian but the way I see it, that person in the shining armor could be called a hero, not a jester. What is there to be laughed at? What is foolish or ridiculous about what is being done? Nothing. It’s a man seeing a problem, standing up, and taking action with his own hands. Think about the situation and its seriousness: you’re putting a man in a position where he is up against what people see as insurmountable odds, arguably the fight of his life as he is in a closed area with a supposed beast. You’ve cornered him with the monster. That is scary yes, but what is even scarier to imagine is what that man - that knight in armor- might have to do in order to get himself out of that corner, to survive the beast being put in front of him. That is no joke. What that is is determination, and what that determination entails is a whole lot of brutality. Scratching, clawing ; they will deliver an attack that won’t end until every last breath has been drawn from that man’s body and every possibly move to make has been done. He will dig as deep as he possibly can from the bottom of that barrel until he has enough to draw his sword one last time and plunge it into your heart. That is a person that can be relied on to save a brand ; to carry the brand even! One who can be champion to the people and slay the dragon, to SLAY Brian Daniels because that’s all he really wants to be it seems ; the dragon! A big bad, fire breathing, giant of a dragon from the sounds of things too. The most intimidating force he can come up with!

He prides himself on this nickname of the Dragonborn and uses it to describe this match, trying to twist the scenario to look as if it is mission impossible for his opposition. Having had to listen to that drivel through that whole clip that got sent my way, I must ask a question: What really is a dragon though, when you think about it? It has a lot of history to it. It is attached to a legendary tale where the monster rattles the community, scaring and tormenting it, destroying all of those who challenge it before it spreads its wings and rises back up to its castle, hovering over everyone at the top. It’s the villain of the tale. A burden to the community that everyone wants gone. While it is the focal point of what’s going on, the story is written so that it builds to the dragon’s downfall. It is meant to lose in the end. The hero personally heads up to its castle at the top and defeats it. Taking its head. That’s what I am building too. I already took the fight to you and kicked your ass ; I put myself in a closed area with you by entering your lair. Here we are now, about to be locked in battle, about to enter the climax of the tale as I spear the Dragonborn right in the chest in the middle of the ring, taking him down with the move the same way the sword would have done that dragon, and defeating him and taking home a prize to remember the day. Not his head as much as I wish I could take it clean off, but what I am collecting is something that will be just as sweet. His World Championship. By the time Reckless Wiring reaches its end the hero will have won and professional wrestling will have had its happy ending because the nightmare of a reign will be over ; the long drawn out fad that is Brian Daniels will be over! All of the hype, all of the main events, all of the undeserved ass kissing, it will be over like it should have been long ago! I may even be doing you a favor!

This has all obviously gotten to your head and changed you. As time continues to go on, week by week and month by month, your ego grows and grows. You will do anything to keep your image as the picture perfect champion you wish so much to be. Hypocritically defending your shortcomings…..blindly making assumptions….. flat out lying….the list goes on for issues I could point out in that response you had for me but unlike you, I don’t need to make a long winded speech in order to defend my character ; as if it were to matter if it weren’t all true anyway, might I add. I am not one to get flustered that quickly. After the initial surprise of hearing everything you had to say, I was able to wade through it all a second time around and was left amused. I got to watch a spin meister work his magic right on my TV screen. You bitched about my entitlement and how much I sickened you, you played it up to the viewers and got angry, you shouted at the top of your lungs what it really meant to earn something as you ranted, raved, and said some of the most stupid things I’ve ever heard. You talked about how I didn’t know what it was like to work hard, to have to do years of impressing….I “don’t know what it is like to earn my spot in this company….nobody does.” For that matter. Wow. Poor you, such a hard worker. You worked so hard that you eclipsed everyone else’s work ethic! Nobody else had to try for years to get where they are!....You see what I am talking about? Do you not see how ridiculous and condescending you sound? Now suddenly you’re this gatekeeper who can judge all of the talents?

I have had issues with the roster too, but even I’m not going to make a statement like that, especially one that can easily be disproved. You want to talk about working hard? You want to talk about what makes me a worthy opponent for your title? You whine after a few years? Try your whole life ; try twenty seven years. Twenty seven years of being spit on, twenty seven years of no support, no family, no home. To go from sleeping in your car to headlining shows, to being the top draw on the indy circuit ; to getting here to EAW and main eventing here too! That’s a long road, that’s working hard! You may doubt me, you may not respect me, but I don’t need anything from you to validate me and my abilities, I know how damn good I am and I know I can defeat you using all the tools that brought me to where I am today! Zack Crash saw those skills in me last year, yeah that is true, but I was never his right hand man. We respected each other and he knew I would be just fine without any extra assistance, I was the same as any other employee. He saw me as an Elitist that could help represent his regime of a better product but other than that, he never gave me a thing. I won my title, I defended my title on my own, and when he revisited me over on Voltage I still handled all of my business, so I don’t know how you think you think you look better by bragging about being handed a title shot while I had to earn mine later down the road --- IN A MATCH I SHOULD REMIND YOU! Sebastian Monroe made me fight to get to you. I had to beat a former National Elite champion and top prospect in Tig Kelly! I got here the right way even though you liked to act as if that one attack at Rising Tide was the only reason I’m here.

I digress though because back to what I was saying, I am a man that works towards what I want and that was a trait that was recognized early on, which is why I was considered such a good employee that I was in War Games 2. If you compare what the two of us have done the past nine months you’ll notice glaring differences. You get handed a title shot to become champion while in that same month I get called on to defend our company and went from there, having now beat one of the best to call myself your number one contender. Who appears to be the better man there ; who looks like an actually viable title holder? I'm ready for this, I am ready to beat you. I know others have said that and have been beaten, I know what is ahead. I have seen your list of names and I know I should be scared but I’m really not. In fact, nobody is afraid of you Brian. Why would anyone be intimidated of what you’ve become? An excuse maker? A bullshitter? You truly are a dragon, a REAL one. A small, insignificant creature that doesn’t compare to the stories we have heard. It’s a perfect fit, look at you? A sad, sad man who thinks that he's better than he really is, exaggerating every detail to feel better about himself and even lying to himself, not just the people. You know how bad you’re in for it come Reckless Wiring. You’re saying everything you can in hopes that it will somehow hurt me or halt my momentum heading into our counter. You're clinging on to your reign but it’s no use because you won’t be able to hold on much longer. You will fall, that’s how it is meant to be isn’t it?

A story will be told on Saturday and the ending has already been written from the very moment this rivalry began. You will be slain.
Angel.
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 22nd 2016, 11:19 pm by Angel.
(Camera pans to Nick Angel entering an ESPN studio in Kansas City, Missouri while joining journalist Jason Whitlock for a live broadcast.)

Jason: My guest at this time is a renowned elitist who is a former Pure and Tag Team Champions. He’s been in a few wrestling classics and he could be in a potential classic in this city as EAW invades Kansas City with Reckless Wiring! He is pitting up against Ares Vendetta and the winner of this match go on to face the winner of Y2Impact/Mr. DEDEDE at Grand Rampage. My guest at this time: Nick Angel!

[Nick enters the studio room, greets Jason and puts on the headset.]

Jason: Very grateful to have a live session with you.

Nick: Whenever I finished with training? I always try my best to find a convenient time to address people in a rally, in a news conference, and on a live broadcast for radios.

Jason: So first question, the polls are up for your match against Ares Vendetta and your match stipulates that there must be a Special Guest referee. Now apparently, there are three choices for your match which is one: Ashten Cross, two: Ares Vendetta’s choice and lastly, three: The board of EAW’s choice. What are your thoughts on the choices that the board of EAW has presented you?

Nick: My thoughts? I see that with the presentation of these choices, the corporate establishment is scared of the possibility at the thought of a progressive like me can actually gain traction by winning a tournament that can decide the shape of EAW during this year’s Pain for Pride season. The corporate establishment is actually scared of seeing a progressive to not just gain traction via winning but to see that this progressive can transition a mere movement into a revolution that can set off a chain reaction that can see their demise of the status quo. The corporate establishment knows that they can lose all the cultural power just by losing to the Hexa-gun but I am sure politically regardless of what happens at Reckless Wiring? They will still be in power as they will be influencing a member represented by the corporate establishment or they will be influencing a member that has established a faction that has been known to wreak havoc on the scenes of EAW both politically and culturally. But the biggest fear that the corporate establishment is not on the events of the Hexa-gun against the HRDO regime with that said. It is against one man that can spearhead a revolution: me. The corporate establishment foolishly thought that I have been on the decline and so they pitted me up with matches that were rather underwhelming as an insult to me. They pitted me up against potentially three guys on a route to the finals: a Pure champion that has devalued the Pure Championship in JD Damon, a flavor of the month in Carson Ramsay who has made many enemies while not doing anything noteworthy in EAW to show for it and they pitted me up against a guy in the first round that has been a thorn in my side admittedly. But what the corporate establishment didn’t see was that every time I oppose Phoenix? I have outclassed him and the results were bound to be in favor of me at some point. Point and simple, the corporate establishment has severely miscalculated on giving severely flawed opponents and now, the corporate establishment is seeing the potential repercussions now that I am in the Gold Rush finals. People think that I am a whiner in regards that there is a conspiracy that the corporate establishment are after me about why I have amassed strings of failures but to the people that HAVE paid attention to me?

Everyone knows that I do not approve of Ashten Cross as his judgment is as good of Hillary Clinton as all the epic mistakes that are happening in Voltage? They are all overseen by him. During Ashten Cross’ regime, we have seen a bunch of guys being promoted not based on merits but rather, based on who could represent the corporate establishment’s best interests. You see the likes of Clark Duncan getting a promotion based on that he could be replaceable as a corporate puppet as he is not too sly to make a move politically while not possessing all the talent to make himself independent of anyone. You see the likes of Devan Dubian who didn’t start from ground zero may I remind you, get many opportunities to gain traction of the main event and once he set foot in the main event scene? The corporate establishment gave him all the backing to support his status as soon as possible. And you see the likes of Mr. DEDEDE getting opportunities to even prove himself about why he is relevant based on results and let me tell you? Beating guys that didn’t make it past the second round of the Gold Rush tournament is simply not impressive and even if Mr. DEDEDE defeated Y2Impact? He never defeated a guy based on merit as Y2Impact gave himself an opportunity. So all of this? This was overseen by Ashten Cross. As for the next choice? A choice of Ares’ liking? It would not be a Pro-Nick choice but hey, just another choice of the corporate establishment trying to set up a barrier to prevent me from gaining traction. And you would think that the corporate establishment would give the EAW people who are frustrated with the corporate insiders an actual choice but silly us, they presented themselves to choose of who could be the special guest referee. All of these three choices is a great example as to why the corporate establishment is just scared of the thought of me winning this Gold Rush tournament even though many critics would tab Ares Vendetta as a favorite. The corporate establishment took no chances in the event that I do outclass, outthink and outwrestle Ares Vendetta so they establish stipulations that I seemingly can’t overcome. They gave me stipulations that are similar to the biblical match of David vs Goliath. But make no mistake; this is David without a slingshot which in theory should cut whatever chances I have drastically. But let’s be fair, I would have never advanced this far based on the odds that were betted on if it were up to Vegas since the cynics have tried to count me out ever since my match against Phoenix. I advance this far because I have taken advantage of the circumstances that are presented to me and the corporate establishment can establish as much of a barrier as possible. They are just testing my resolve, my determination to go through the hardship of winter thinking that the season of summer will never oversee my career. You know what I say to the corporate establishment? They can run as far as possible, but trust me, the inevitable of an Angel arises will come sooner than later.

Jason: Buy or sell, is your upcoming match against Ares Vendetta the biggest match of your life as noted from Ares Vendetta?

Nick: Buy. Sure I have been in multiple world championship matches across different promotions but they did not do anything aside from establishing the pedigree I have. Sure I have gone against many talents that are regarded in the highest of esteem in any promotions I have come across, EAW included but they never shaped the scenes of professional wrestling. My upcoming against Ares Vendetta, however? One of us may not be attaining a world championship after Reckless Wiring but I can assure you that the winner has all the keys to shaping EAW to his liking both politically and culturally. The scene of EAW is a power struggle that has seen no side being the clear out winner. The likes of Hexa-gun and the HRDO regime can keep on killing themselves with senseless battles that will take a toll on the physical and psychologically mind while opening the eyes of people like me that whoever is in power out of these two? It wouldn’t benefit the common man like me. It would simply benefit the people that establish and dictated the status quo, period. What difference does it make to a faction spearheaded by Y2Impact gaining all the power in EAW just because he didn’t get the opportunities he thinks he deserves despite that his career has been established by the corporate establishment? It does not change anything politically on what someone like me that has busted their ass off week in and week out, only to get an opportunity to even get a small dent in our résumé every blue moon. Yet, I can assure to the common man that has seen that does not align with the HRDO regime or being sympathizers to the Hexa-gun’ cause, I offer an alternative path. An alternative path where politically speaking, I speak on behalf of the common man with regard to addressing the following issues: the need to drop third tier competition as they are nothing but a waste of space and establish barriers to guys that actually shown signs of belonging in EAW, to reward guys for what they have done lately for EAW instead of spoiling guys by establishing a bunch of yes men and most importantly? We need to make sure that EAW lives up to its potential of being the top professional promotion in wrestling by having guys that deserves the label of “elitist”.

In that sense, this is indeed the biggest match of my life. No, not in the regards that I have been in high magnitude matches with the likes of Mr. DEDEDE, Tyler Parker, Devan Dubian, Y2Impact. Rather, this is the biggest match of my life knowing that this is the only time in my life that I can establish a legacy. A legacy that I want to set upon? I want to single handily set in stones the foundation of what our founding fathers has intended EAW to be: a promotion that is conceived in liberty, and rather dedicated to the intention that all men should have the right to establish themselves based on merits. Our founding fathers of this promotion did not sacrifice for what EAW has become: a promotion that is being inefficiently run by the corrupt corporate regime. What the founding fathers of the top promotion to grace the history of professional wrestling have sacrificed are for guys like me who has been ever so consistent in being a workhorse, crafting our abilities to become a better elitist than we were yesterday to live a fulfilling career. I will be damned if I lose this opportunity not because I lost to someone that has a more prestigious name than me. But rather, the fact that this is my only sole opportunity to birth a new promotion that can save EAW from the madness that it has endured. This is my opportunity to confirm a movement that only need results to make a theory transition into a practice. This is my chance to rise to the occasion to not only establish myself as a potential cornerstone of EAW but to shape EAW politically and culturally speaking in the most critical season of professional wrestling. And I will assure everyone that come to Reckless Wiring? I will be remembering about why I came back to EAW: to take out all the excess demons of EAW while establishing an EAW for those that deserve the labels of elitist while not having to worry about corruption. All in the name of establishing an opportunity to birth a new promotion of liberty, being ruled off the common man, by the common man, for the common man and that their sacrifices shall not perish from this godforsaken Earth.

Jason: Ares has made comments of “Everything you are and everything you’ve ever done comes to a screeching halt down there at my feet.” Thoughts?

Nick: Those are pretty bold statement coming from a guy that inflates his value to EAW just because he thinks he is the most feared talent just because he has sidelined hall of famers and future hall of famers alike. I want to note that while those statements should strike fear into my eyes, it just doesn’t. After all, this is a man that has sidelined guys that I looked up to as models such as Tyler Parker and Hades while sidelining guys that were rivals of me due to being in the same generation in Devan Dubian. In the eyes of many? I am not as high on value to EAW about the likes of Tyler Parker, Hades and Devan Dubian. But what do the people know? What do the people know of the Silent Assassin being the model of consistency in having the will of seeing that his days are still yet to come contrary to the cynics? What do the people know of the Silent Assassin being the model of having the determination of standing up to the corporate establishment knowing that his career could be rather irrelevant knowing that you will get few opportunities to establish yourself as a player of Voltage, never mind the cornerstone of EAW? But here I am, making use of whatever opportunity that I have been presented by the incompetent corporate establishment and I am only one match away from dictating the shape of EAW politically and culturally speaking. I am only one match away of being in what could be the biggest match of my life. I have come back to EAW as a man that was view as a pariah for bolting for a rival promotion despite the fact that people would be senseless to doubt the usual superior skill set that I amass, bringing a demeanor that has not been seen in ages and being one of the field general in EAW by fielding out tactics that throw my opponents out of balance. Sure, it has been rather a notable struggle to come together but I have shown recently? That the ingredients I speak as to what makes the name Nick Angel feared is coming alive. And that’s a sign of progress. With progress, comes of working with the talent that I amass while manufacturing into sustainable results. With results, that can be sustainable? Comes success. Why should I be afraid of a man that only instills fear as a mean of getting ahead? Why should I be afraid of a man that preach of ending careers, but doesn’t know that I am as tough as a rock as they come as no one can eradicate the flames that I have established recently in the name of the common man? It’s simple. I am not letting my fear of what could happen to me, make nothing happen based on the fears install by Ares. Instead? I am going to show Ares that instead of focusing on “stopping” Ares in the eyes of the media? I am going to destroy him. I am going to destroy whatever chances of the delusional destiny he thinks he has of redeeming himself of going up against either Y2Impact or Mr. DEDEDE just by thinking he is entitled to the world title he thinks he deserves. I am going to sto….no. I will destroy his movement of those who wronged his father by producing a product that is the model for what an Elitist should be and with it? I will destroy EVERYTHING that he stands for and what his sole purpose is while he gets to be the one that hands the key to a man that will make his strides….to greatness.
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 22nd 2016, 8:53 pm by Guest
Reckless Wiring Promo #2

I know you won’t ever give me that satisfaction, just like nobody will ever give me the respect that I have earned.

There is something suck in my head
They are these racing thoughts
That make me feel very ill
They make me feel very worried and concerned

At first 
I was in the pitch black pit of darkness
But now there are some light 
Has been shed on me
I can feel the gust wind
Blowing all my pain away

It is a change in my mind, body, heart and soul
The winds of change are here, they are upon us
Things are indeed coming back to life

The winds of change, are real
Blowing everything away
Of my ugly past
Now I can feel within
All the rays of the light, shinning so bright
I can feel the wind, the love, and light
Into my mind
That the devil gave me 
In my darkest of times

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016


“Is it better for a woman to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon her?”


Good or Evil, Evil or Good, Good or Evil, Evil or Good. A choice that constantly keeps the brain ticking over, do you choose evil or do you allow good to be imposed on yourself? Sometimes in life, options arise. You need to choose the option and make the choice that benefits you the most, whether it is for good or for evil. I was pushed away. I was pushed away from society and excluded; I was made to look like an outsider. Ever since I changed my ways at Pain for Pride eight, I was seen as a problem. A problem that will never be solved, I was forced away; I was never given the chances that the other people were. I was never given the easy rides that Sheridan Muller, Aria Jaxon, Cailin Dillon were. They were allowed just to stumble to the top of the EAW Vixens division without any challenge, all they needed to do was find the right man to wrap around their little fingers and volia, and they have a title around their waist and a FPV main event on their resume. Madison Kaline didn't have it that easy. I was made to earn every single little thing that I have ever had, I have never ever had a single thing handed to me. I was pushed into a team with Maria Gonzalez and she was nothing but a big let-down. Finally, I have found home. I have finally found where I belong. The Sanatorium, my family, It's been a while since I have felt like I belonged somewhere and that feeling just makes me even stronger. It makes me even hungrier for glory and blood. The Sanatorium will help Madison Kaline achieve her master plan; they push me closer and closer towards glory, towards my vixen’s title. Joining the Sanatorium has already proved a profitable decision, within a week I already in a Vixens Championship match, which is something that I haven't been able to obtain for months beforehand. Finding my family was the greatest decision that I have ever made. Speaking of family, Alexis Diemos has really added another edge to this match. Alexis Diemos is a curveball, absolutely nobody expected her to be in this match. The fact that she has been placed in this match has me rubbing my hands together. The numbers are in the Sanatorium's favor. We have two representatives; this is our match for the taking. Alexis and I are going to take this match completely and win this match and the Vixens title for the Sanatorium. Remember, evil always prevails.

EAW has seen many groups throughout the years, none maybe bigger than Hexa-Gun? That will soon change once The Sanatorium runs through them and the rest of the EAW locker room, but one thing is for sure, Hexa-Gun would still be successful without Eris LeCava, you see one thing that Eris and myself have in common, is that we both joined groups to better our careers, and our lives, but you see the difference between Eris and myself is, I knew exactly what getting myself into when I joined The Sanatorium unlike you when you joined Hexa-Gun, because I knew I was joining family, I knew I was joining a family that had good intentions not only for myself, but to better the world around us. Eris joined Hexa-Gun blindly, with the intentions of following in the footsteps over her idol Heart Break Gal, and to have one of the greatest minds in the history of this business, in Y2Impact help her along and teach her in the ins and outs of professional wrestling,  however none of these things happened, because Eris soon found out that her idol Heart Break Gal, is nothing like she thought, Eris found out that she is a selfish, egotistical and manipulative little tramp, who uses you Eris, just like the rest of Hexa-Gun does, for instances Eris, do you really think Y2Impact cares about you? Do you really think that, no (Madison laughs and shakes her head) they only thing that guy cares about is himself, always has and always will, Hexa-Gun isn’t a family like us, they are a group of washed up has-beens, who happen to associate themselves with a never will be in Eris LeCava. You see as much as Eris hates to admit this, but she ruined her career by joining Hexa-Gun, because since joining, she has become totally irrelevant, and overshadowed by the people around her. She keeps getting fatter and fatter, eating nonstop, don’t lie, we can all see the weight gain Miss Piggy, because she know that deep down inside she is being held back, by her idol, so she overeats to relieve the pain, because at the end of the day Eris you are nothing more than Hexa-Guns little whipping girl. I would like to thank you though, for keeping that title warm for me, as I had to address this pain in my ass, called Tarah Nova, but the Tarah Nova problem is all solved and I want my title back, and trust me when I say this, I will get my title back, and there is nothing you, or Hexa-Gun can do about that.


Now onto the aforementioned Tarah Nova, the sole reason I am not holding that Vixens Championship today, you are just the pain in my ass that will not go away (Madison laughs) you just will not go away will you Tarah?  No matter how much I knock you on your ass, you come back for more, no matter how many times I put you in the hospital, you come back for more, but one thing is certainly crystal clear, and that is the fact that you will not step in my way of winning back the Vixens Championship this time Tarah, because this time, I have the help of my sister Alexis, and we will make sure that you don’t walk out as Champion, we will make sure you don’t even walk out on your own power. You will be back in that hospital bed when it is all said and done, the very hospital bed to which you have been accustomed to being in, thanks to me.  And while you’re in that hospital bed, you will have a lot of time to think, you can think about your bae Mr. DEDEDE, you can think about how you should have never stuck your pale ugly face in my business, and you can also relive your glory days from when you used to be feared by all. After all you are stuck in the past right? Because you see as I am looking towards the future, you are still thinking about that past. You can’t get it out of your head, you are trying to figure out what you could have done differently, aren’t you? You are replaying all the events that have taken place in your mind, and are trying to just piece this rise and fall together, because at the end of the day, that is what it has become, a rise and fall of Tarah Nova, won’t be long now until EAW starts selling that in a DVD. You aren’t even relevant anymore Tarah, that is the only reason you are even with Mr. DEDEDE isn’t it, just sucking up to one of the best to keep your name out there? The very same reason you are picking fights with me, you know you aren’t better than me, you know you can’t beat me, I took you out, I made you question your career, you needed a mental break, sure you can blame Erica Ford for that all you want, I know you won’t ever give me that satisfaction, just like nobody will ever give me the respect that I have earned.  You know it deep down inside, you look at me and you just ooze hate, because of that fact that I am stronger than you, I am more prettier than you, also that you are jealous that I am a living legend, and future EAW Hall of Famer, you hate the fact that I am more of a crazy bitch that you. (Madison gives an evil laugh) oh Tarah, please just do us all a favor and stop pretending, stop with the lies, just stop, because you are not fooling anyone. At Reckless Wiring, it will be the night of The Sanatorium, because either I will walk out a two time Vixens Champion, or Alexis will walk out as Vixens Champion for a first time. Winds of change are blowing in EAW; they are blowing in the direction of my family. We are stronger than ever now, we are in full force, and gold will be brought into our house. We already have the King of Elite himself, Eclipse Diemos, we are all blood. We put our blood and sweat into everything that we do. Ladies and gentleman, Welcome back to hell.
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 22nd 2016, 7:14 pm by showster26
Reckless Wiring Promo #4
 
PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:




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(Iggy Azalea’s Fancy starts up in the background.)
 
Announcer: “It’s the Shout-Out Show, and no here is your host, MARK MICHAELSSSS!!!!!”
 
Michaels strolls into the frame dressed sharply in his Grey with white pinstripe ‘T-Shane’ Slim fit dress shirt from Hugo Boss, tucked into his Kenneth Cole blue jeans,  the whole ensemble is capped off with his favorite pair of gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses,  and his Million dollar grin painted on his face.
 
 
Michaels: “Welcome my dear followers to the hottest worldwide trending talk show across all of social media, welcome to the Shout-Out Show!  We are just five days away from the only EAW event where you the fans are gonna be the ones calling the shots.  You have the power to choose the stipulations for each match, so if you haven’t already, go online to EAWrestling.com right now, and cast your vote for our Reckless Wiring FPV.  And while you’re at it go ahead and subscribe to EAW Network to make sure you don’t miss any of the action.  I tell you I can hardly wait for this Saturday night, live from the Sprint Center.  This card is stacked from top to bottom with great matchups, and in case you’ve been hiding under a rock for the past week, we got the rundown of all the news that you need to know, so let’s get started baby!




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A few short weeks ago at Fighting Spirit 2, the group known as Hexa-Gun won ownership over the Voltage brand.  It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that HDRO wasn’t exactly happy with the outcome.  But what did come as a shock to many, was that last Sunday he decided to go double or nothing and has wagered his ownership stake in Elite Answers Wrestling against Hexa-Gun’s ownership of Voltage in a best of five series at Reckless Wiring, and what’s the topper, if Hexa-Gun fails to win three out of their five scheduled matches, they will have to disband.  I tell you followers, a lot is on the line for both Hexa-Gun, and EAW as a whole.  It’s all or nothing this Saturday night.
 
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.  We’ve got the a ton of other great matches that have been made, including the Gold Rush tournament finals, and Eight, count ‘em, eight championship that are up for grabs.  One of those championships, is the currently vacant New Breed Championship, and that one will be determined in a triple threat match the will feature Maxwell Dachs, and yours truly, along with your choice to represent Voltage.  Now we here at the Shout-Out show know that your vote is very important, because your choice says a lot about who you are.  So with that in mind let’s take a moment to go over the candidates, and how casting a vote for them reflects on you.
 
Let us start with that Samoan savage Hamau Koa.  Now there are somethings to like about this guy, he’s certainly has an impressive look to him.  And without a doubt he has to be the strongest man out of all the nominees.  But like a lot of other big men, he’s clumsy, and a bit slow upstairs if you get what I’m saying.  He wouldn’t know the difference between a wristlock, and a wrist watch.  Picking Koa is like donating money to  an overweight special Olympian, so you should only chose him if you want to look more charitable to your friends.
 
Next up there’s  Boston’s own Beretta.  Now Beretta is a cocky, grining, douchebag, who’s had some success in smaller wrestling promotions, but has yet to really make a splash here in EAW.  But even though he’s been all sizzle and no steak in his time here so far, he thinks he’s deserves better. Let me tell you right now, the only thing he really deserves is a boot to the ass. That oily hair having guido is all talk, and his best days are far behind him.  Vote for him if you have trouble letting go of the past like he does.
 
And then we have Ryan Davis, the guy who walks like me, talks like me, and has this creepy hand fetish.  Ryan is another one of those glass jaw Cruiserweights Weeklings that know they can’t hang with a master  technician such as myself, so he has to do all that flippy bullshit that will sooner leave him in a wheelchair, than win him a match.   And because Ryan has an apparent inferiority complex, which is well warranted by the way, he tries to act like a badass by crippling no name chumps.    The only way he’d ever cripple a man of my talents, would be if I break my foot off in his ass!  Vote for Ryan if you want to see why nothing can compare to pure Perfection!
 
But if odd, hipster jackass is more your style, then you might want to consider Kenny Drake.  The man who’s a jack of all trade, but a master none.  Yes Kenny has done well for himself by being a true student of the game, and I can respect that.  But there’s a difference between imitating your favorite wrestlers, and actually being able to stand against their contemporaries.  Kenny baby take a word of advice, theres a lot more to this great sport than just know a few fancy moves.  It takes hard work, dedication, blood, sweat, tears, and more hours of prep work that anyone could ever imagine, to even be able to think about being considered for a championship match, let alone actually win the damn thing.  And from what I’ve seen of you Ken, I know you aren’t ready.  You might be trying to fool yourself into thinking you are, but when I look into your eyes, I know that you just don’t have what it takes.   Kenny might have been made in Oregon, but if he’s the one who winds up in this match, he’s going to be ended in Missouri, and that alone is reason enough to vote for him.


And last on this list, we have Phoenix Winterborn, that man that the world proclaimed had his coming out party, by winning the Open Fight Gauntlet.  Now while it was a good win for the kid, let us not forget the lesson of Dustin Brasch.  You know, the guy who got a few wins, and everybody got all hot and bothered for, and got rushed into matches against Dynasty’s A-List.  See we all know that you must be riding high from your win at Fighting Spirit Two, and why shouldn’t you?  You entered your match last and you were barely able to pick up the pieces of a worn out opponent, but a win is still a win.  Now with that said, you’ve must have realized by now, that there is a world of difference between that Gauntlet match, and the upcoming triple threat.  Namely the fact that you can’t hid behind the curtain for this one. You are going to have to stand toe to toe, with the man who could have beaten each and every one of the chumps with one arm tied behind his back.  If you happen to be the man chosen to represent Voltage, you’ll be tasked with the impossible, because like they always say, there’s no beating Perfection.  .  If anyone wants to see a man with his head in the clouds, come crashing back down to earth, go ahead and vote for Phoenix Winterborn.
 


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(at the bottom of the image there is text that reads 'Maxwell Dachs 2015- 2016)
Now before we wrap things up, we want to take a moment to remember the late Maxwell Dachs.  It’s saddening to see how a once such promising athlete, has become a sad, pathetic, shell of a man, in such a short amount of time.   IT’s gotten so bad that Max has basically already announced his retirement from the sport, because he has officially gone on record as to say that he will take his ball, and go home after I beat his ass one, Two, three, in the middle of the ring.  And if you’re thinking that this self-wallowing, emo act is going keep you from the ass kicking of a lifetime, guess again pal.  I don’t care whether it’s the man you are, or the man you were, or lady you’re gonna be after the surgery, you will not find any sort of redemption, or vindication this Sunday night.  Not while I’m still breathing.  You see Max, you’re not the only one who needs that belt.  You’re not the man who has passed over time and again for flashes in the pan like Dustin Brasch, Trent Yoder, and our old pal Jaden Zaxaria.  You’ve had your chances, and you kept coming up short each and every time.  Meanwhile I’ve had to scratch and claw my way to this match.  And I did it all with the stiffs who run this joint, turned their noses up at me.  But that time is over, and nothing, and no one will stand between me, and everything that I desire.  And you better bet your ass that what I desire most right now, is the New Breed Championship.  I’ve more than earned it, and come Reckless Wiring, by god I am taking it.
 
When take apart, and look thru the EAW roster, you won’t find another man who is more worthy that I am of being the next Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion.  I am the total Package of amazing looks, endless charisma, and unmatched in ring talent.  I am the man who is a master of Multi-Man Matches.  I am the only man who can the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hash tag Hero to millions upon millions of followers from each and every corner of the globe.  I am the man who has stood the test of time, unlike so many others in the Breed Division, and that is just one more reason why I have been chosen to represent the people as their undisputed Social Media Champion.  I am the future of this sport, that’s why I am the Destiny of Dynasty.  I have an army of fans who sell out arenas, buy up boatloads of merchandise, and keep the TV ratings at record numbers.  That’s why I am the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know.   And what has made it all possible, is that I am the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots, that’s why I’m the man who’s going to get his hand raised in victory on March twenty sixth.   That’s just the way It is, and whether you like it or not, you will Picture THAT!”
 


(with that the video comes to a close.)
 

FADE TO BLACK.
Owen Kade
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post March 22nd 2016, 6:45 pm by Owen Kade
Debut Promo

A herd of people are seen in front of a warehouse in Nirvana, MI. The cold wind cut through clothing and chilled all there to the bone, but they remained still all the same. A singular kid stands in the front of the crowd looking on waiting for a man to appear. In the child’s frozen hands was a picture. The picture of a muscular built man, his black hair shaped to a point. His fist aimed right toward the camera. The door opens, and, as if tied to a string attached to it, the crowd takes a collective gasp of hope. But to no avail, as an old man walks out. His grey hair seems thin and fragile, his wooden cane supporting his body. Mere seconds later the door opens again and the man in the photo walks out, and the crowd that collected outside the door let out a collective jeer. The man makes his way through the crowd, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, as flashes from camera filled the area around him. The man walks up to the kid and ruffles his hair. “Don’t ever get famous, it sucks,” he chuckled.

As the kid reached out with the picture the man leans down and signs it, Owen Kade. He hugs the kid and continues down the walkway but doesn’t make it far before a man stops him. Shoving a microphone into his face. “Owen, how does it feel to have signed a contract with one of the most popular companies in the sports entertainment history.”

“Umm, who are you?”

“Phil Wallace, Channel 13 news.”

“Umm, good I guess. It something I have wanted to do since I was his age...” he exclaimed pointing at the young boy who he had just talked to,” …it’s what I love to do…what I was born to do, fight”

“What would you like to tell those on the roster?”

“That they don’t have any clue what is about to hit them. They have scene brawlers, the have seen high-flyers, but they have never and will never see a competitor that wrestles the way I do. I won’t be there to make friends, or make fans. I joined EAW to win championships and dominate matches.”

“You haven’t wrestled since New Year’s day; what type of ring rust do you feel will occur when you step into the ring for your debut match?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait just like everyone else. I have to go, got a schedule to keep.”

“Than…”


Owen’s shoulder shoves the news reporter out of the way as he jumps into his car. Giving one last waive to his hometown before tearing off down the gravel road.
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