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Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 2:57 pm by **Angel.**

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO #6

“Idealism without pragmatism is impotent. Pragmatism without idealism is meaningless."

Now, I have come across a bunch of guys that are rather too ideal in their delusional mind without having every bit of coming off of a pragmatic tone. Surprisingly, the only competitor that I haven’t address is the last participant to seal a place in Cash in the Vault. He is infamous for his stint in CWF, known for make a comedy out of Howard Webb along with some making some interesting analogies about the sport that we find a common ground. Believe me that I say this with every bit of my fiber, but it is indeed a welcoming gesture to be in the same ring with you because if there is someone throughout the professional wrestling career that can dispute my claim of having the most experience, it is you Lioncross. If there is anyone that can dispute that they can win just about every accolades there is needed outside of EAW, it is you. You know what it is like to be successful, but the compliments stop there Lioncross. You know success more than the majority of our upcoming opposition, but the one knack to your legacy as a professional wrestler? You haven’t achieved the maximum success in EAW. Think about it Lioncross, this is your chance to assert yourself as an all-time great along the lines of your great rival Heart Break Boy, Kevin Devastation, and Jaywalker. Guys that are not just EAW legends, but guys that are simply wrestling legends just by proving that they can translate their success in EAW into any promotion that they have touched. This can be YOUR moment just by winning the most valuable commodity, yet the past few days?

You’re too pragmatic. Now, I am not going to say that you are not passionate for the business like a Rhaegar because I have seen that you have had a few notable matches and I am not disputing that. What I am coming into question Lioncross is that while you are sensible and don’t make any obnoxious, boneheaded statements, you haven’t shown a single trace of idealism that could make you more dynamic as you are giving out your thoughts about Cash in the Vault. You haven’t shown a trace of being reactive to the ongoing match at all. What I mean by “reactive” is that you don’t seek to take the initiative. You don’t want to take the risk of being slander in a significant way by your opponent, not because you don’t care too much for the occasion, but in that going into Pain for Pride this upcoming weekend? You want to win Cash in the Vault by taking the least amount of chances by playing it safe and while that is a very pragmatic tone to play, it is simply not going to work. I appreciate the experience that you have amassed Lioncross, but this is coming from a man that has the know-about in Cash in the Vault. This is coming from a man that has experienced the War of Attrition that is Cash in the Vault and you know what is going to determine a winner? Finding the right balance between pragmatism to not fool yourself into taking risks that won’t even be a benefit, reactiveness to take the initiative and dictate the tempo to YOUR liking and find the idealism that can propel you into being dynamic when it matters the most. Simply put Lioncross, the past few days I have demonstrated all of the three traits that I speak of because I know that Cash in the Vault is all about finding balance. Not a specific mentality of coming off of a pragmatic tone that you are coming off of, but showing everything to the world, that you are indeed the complete package.

Now, let’s set aside your conservative and pragmatic gameplan and let’s move onto your statement that “You should be thankful that nobody thinks you can win - if that were actually the case.” I have addressed if I care about being the favorite or the underdog and quite frankly, I don’t care what the public think as to who's the favorite. What does the public know about picking a favorite based on a specific category or narrative? The public doesn’t know what it is like to be performing in a professional way. With that said Lioncross, I don’t care about what the worthless sheep’s opinions. More times than not, they bandwagon a hot prospect in the hopes they can see the next Impacts, DEDEDEs, Jaywalkers, HBBs molded in their generation when they all need to do? Just pay attention to me. What I DO have a problem is that it’s not this bullshit narrative of who's the favorite or underdog in a match of a magnitude like this, but the fact that people that write me off as a man whose wasted his prime days in a promotion that didn’t even last a year, a man that is allegedly been irrelevant in EAW ever since 2013 when I CAN make a case that I have been more relevant than all of my upcoming opposition this year alone. This is not even about being the favorite or the underdog Lioncross, this is about getting your respect when you hear your name called upon by your peers. There is no correlation between respect and whose the favorite or underdog because I can damn well attest that as a competitor, I would rather much fight Rex McAllister because he can walk away with some dignity by attempting to be a somebody in the Cash in the Vault conversation as opposed to a man such as Rhaegar, whose is allegedly one of the more talented man in EAW but does so little with so much. Considering that come Cash in the Vault, I don’t care if you, Lioncross or any of my upcoming opposition thinks that I am the favorite or the underdog. What I have every intention of doing in Miami is not just fight for the most valuable commodity there is in EAW, but I am fighting to restore what shouldn’t be lost in the first place: my dignity. I am fighting for the very respect that shouldn’t be lost, to begin with, because I made a choice based on what I think what was right in my career, which is not a factor when it comes to judging a talent. I am fighting for MY pride and as I am fighting for my pride, I am walking away this upcoming weekend with the most valuable commodity along with making everyone feared the name “Nick Angel” when they confront me as an opponent for the months to come, knowing that nothing can stop me. Not the Board of EAW that attempts to make me irrelevant by placing me into the purgatory of EAW for several months. Not any opposition that stood in my path to greatness in EAW. I have demonstrated that I win wars. Just look at my few adversaries: Clark Duncan, a man that was the about to be a main event player until I exposed him for what he is, a corporative puppet and that Clark is no longer employed to EAW. I have exposed the other golden boy in Carson Ramsay, stopping his hype and while he may be a champion, he will never be the champion as he is wishing to be in my shoes. And I have exposed Phoenix Winterborn who has shown numerous times that he can’t handle the opportunities even though he has been gifted such. Simply put, I am winning wars and I am going to win the biggest battle of my career and there is no one that is going to stop it. No one.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 2:38 pm by **LVCIAN**

Pain For Pride V: Redemption

You can't persuade me into believing I can't do this because I know for a fact that I can and I will do this. I'm more determined than I have ever been in my entire life. I believe in myself for the first time in a long time. There's nothing and I mean nothing you can say or do to stop me from becoming who I always wanted to be. I hate to sound like a broken record but I have been doing this for years, I have been patiently waiting for to get an opportunity like this for a long, LONG time and now I finally have it within my grasp. Failure is not an option for me, Scott. I have worked so damn hard to get here, way too hard to be unsuccessful again - when I need to be successful the most. I have devoted my life to this, I have sacrificed everything for this. I won't go down without a fight. I know you won't go down without a fight either. The difference between you and I is I am more than willing to bring the big fight to you. You already gave up. And I know why you gave up. You gave up because you have come to terms with the fact that you can't beat me. Redemption is on my mind. I thought I would get some at Grand Rampage and I almost did - I was THIS close. That world championship belt is the embodiment of everything that is redemption. Do you understand what that means? I don't just want to be World Heavyweight Champion I NEED to be World Heavyweight Champion. I need this. Becoming champion has become an essential thing for me. That is a fundamental achievement for someone who wants to be a legend in this business. If you honestly want to be destined to endure the punishment you're about to face you better get on your knees and start praying, Scott. Because you're going to need a miracle to withstand my wrath. Like I said before I don't need to make you look bad, you've already made yourself look bad enough. You tarnished your own reputation, you destroyed your own credibility and you buried your own name. You did all of that by just shaking the devil's hand. You may have the belt but do you really think these people consider you the champion? Do you honestly believe in your mind they respect you as a champion? They don't view you as their representative and you sure as hell don't have their respect. I'm the champion. I earned the right to call myself the champion. Not just of the Dynasty brand but ALL of EAW. And that's not an opinion of mine, that's the opinion of millions of members of the EAW universe across the world. I don't give a damn if you deem me deserving of being champion or not, I know I am more than deserving of that honor, they know it and the guys in the back know it too.

I have established dominance over legends, icons, PILLARS of this industry as well. I have established dominance over top prospects too. I have stepped into the ring with the very best EAW has ever had to offer. The finest competitors from ALL eras. Men globally recognized as legends. Win or lose I ALWAYS make a statement. I don't want it to sound like I am bragging because I'm not. I have the credentials to be World Champion too, that's all I am saying, Scott. History doesn't lie. Perhaps you have proven yourself worthy of holding that belt but so have I and that is something you can't even attempt to refute.You have this misconception that I haven't worked for anything I have ever had and that my friend is just that a HUGE misconception. Because I have gone through hell before I could even reach the heights I have reached. I had to face so many obstacles to get here, so many challenges that I nearly couldn't overcome. But I overcame them and the odds that seemed overwhelming. And I continue to do it. People wonder how. How is he still going? How is he still going after all these failures, all the setbacks and disappointments he has endured? It has been anything but easy. And I know what awaits me won't be easy either. I know perfectly well how dangerous you are. I never denied or avoided that fact. Truth be told you're one of the most feared men in all of the land of elite. A lot of people are frightened by you, intimidated by your mere presence. I'm not one of those people though. The story is different this time around. The prey doesn't fear the hunter. In this scenario the hunter fears the prey! You've victimized everyone in your path, you've made some of the greatest athletes our sport has ever seen your prey. I'm going to avenge your victims and their pain, Scott. I'll hunt you down because you are not the hunter anymore... I AM. You've walked into the lion's den, Scott. You don't know what you just started. You think you know me perfectly well, you think I am just a kid who wastes his time dreaming and building castles in the air. You couldn't be any more wrong. Nobody knows me truly... I'm a grown man. I killed the boy so long ago. So that the MAN could be brought into life. If it wasn't for everything I went through, all the trials and tribulations I would have never become the man I am today. So honestly? I am glad I was unsuccessful on so many different occasions. Those obstacles, those fierce battles against some of the all time greats made me stronger, stronger than I have ever been before.

I've come so far. It's been seven years since the inception of my EAW career. A lot has happened since then. I've had my ups and I have had my downs. I've been on the brink of losing everything I care about many times but I have always stayed focused on my goal of becoming World Heavyweight Champion. I've worked so hard to get here. Heaven knows how hard. Once again I'm sounding like a broken record and I hate it but it's true, everything I'm saying. I was never thought of to succeed, nobody ever expected me to get to this point but I did anyway. I proved them wrong, I surpassed everyone's expectations and here I am. I've come way too far to allow Scott Oasis to deprive me of my moment. Wayy too far to allow ANYBODY to get in my way. This is my last chance to fulfill what I always thought was my destiny. My last opportunity to become a legend in this business. My final shot at redemption. The time for talking is over. Now let's show the world what we're made of, let's show them just how good we truly are, Scott. Let's demonstrate our detractors, our doubters, our critics how wrong they were about us and let's steal the damn show.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 2:33 pm by **『zakkii』**

Haruna Sakazaki: Ichi, ni, san shi..... go, roku, shichi, hachi......

Scene opens in an small and empty dancing hall as we can see Haruna Sakazaki is doing an unorthodox training to prepare herself fo her Pain for Pride match. No Vixens ever trying to do this kind of training but it works for Haruna somehow. Haruna shows a difficult dancing moves as she keeps moving her body with grace and passion. She ends it with a standing backflip, landing smoothly on her knees or we recently call it as the infamous "superhero landing" before she begins to speak.

Haruna Sakazaki: You might be don't know, dancing is one of the way I trained my agility. As you might notice I am a wrestler with the finest agility amongst them all. My agility is second to none.... I know, I'm not good at strength and technical prowess but is that making me a weak wrestler? Look at those opponents trying to attack me and not really hitting one of my limb. Also, no matter how hard they try to hit me. That won't affect on me very much. I'm hard to be knocked down.... why? Because I'm a fighter. And a fighter will never back down in any circumstances... at least until there will be no more to fight. Just like now.

Haruna decides to break as she walks to the side to reach her equipments, She grabs her bottled water and takes a few gulp of it before she pust it back as she leans on the rail, looking at the window.

Haruna Sakazaki: And you people might be wondering why I am keep going silence in this Pain for Pride week. You might be think that "Ooh, Haruna Sakazaki didn't get the PFP hype" or something like that. No, I am becoming silent doesn't mean that I do nothing. I am becoming silent doesn't mean that I'm not paying attention to every single word they say on me..... and guess what? They are the reason why I remain silent. I am sick of every same and lame old topics they say about me. I'm sick of this stupid Ivy-Harley-Aquaman or whatever comic character they think they are. They starting to make me sick.... Eeh, those boring things they ever said still lead them to victory anyway so why even bother responding? The Vixens division is getting..... strong, as of late and they are getting strong because that division is no longer looking of how strong the vixens are. Yes, I can't even reach the top of that division because.... I don't have enough capability to get to the top and that capability is not even a wrestling skill. I am lacking of make a real life drama and I am lacking of asskissing skills. Yes, that's the thing who can lift up your name in Vixens division. Well, take a look at Azumi Goto for example.... Looking at her background, She spent so many years fighting across Japan and be the so-called "Pride of Joshi Wrestling". She is such a skillful wrestler, I can admit that but when she arrived in this Vixens Division.... Her skills, her experience or whatever she has, it won't be used in this division. Because.... Azumi Goto is not popular enough. Azumi Goto is not social enough to connected with all the top vixens and as long as she's not having it, she'll be stuck in a depth of mediocrity forever. Now, Azumi Goto is trying to fit in the division by dating an elitist and join their soap opera because she begins to understand how it works. Well, that's how is done... you have to be popular to raise to the top no matter how strong or how shitty you are. If your social media tweets are not getting a simultaneous response until it filled the entire feed, you are not enough to raise yourself to the top. That is bullshit, right? Which is why I decided to leave this bullshit. And why even bother to prove them that I deserve to get the great fight and be a New Breed champion to a bunch of bullshit like them. I don't need those people to care about me, I don't need them to watch over my step because my step, my fighting path, my effort and hard work are not for their feast of an eye. My struggle are not for their watching and my outcome of all of this are not even for them. Because for them, a hard work is nothing more than just a bullshit just like I look at their soap opera. I'm here, not calling myself an Anti-Vixen of a Vixen Killer wannabe. I'm just an Anti-Bullshit.

Haruna Sakazaki: Alright, now let's take this Vixens bullshit aside and focus on my main objective, The New Breed Championship. It appears that this team are less-inspired than those Vixens team. Because they already know, it won't matter anymore. We all here only become a bait to make the Vixens division look strong. But am I care about that? Absolutely not, I'll keep fighting and no matter how hard they smite and trying to bury me to the deepest ground, it's only for their pseudo-satisfaction because I will always live and fight for another day. I don't know about those bakayaro-tachi prepare themselves for this match, I even never like them anyway. Do you think people like Piff and Venom work hard to reach the top? They only think about weed and alcohol. Give them a lot of supplies of those things and their life will be complete. Not even a single effort they give to their match and they would be such an irrelevant addition ot this team. No matter, New Breed doesn't need those idiots anyway. Besides, they are doing the right thing.... They are demanding some respect to the Vixens division because it is the right place to do it. They belong there, they are belong to a place named Vixens Division. Too bad, they are not popular enough, they are still a pile of garbage anyway.

Haruna Sakazaki: Moving on to a bigger one, Lucas Johnson.... He's a rookie, just like me. His losing streak are even worse than mine but he keeps raising his chin up no matter how many times he lost. That is what I adore about him. Too bad, he has a bad habit that I will never like in the entire life. Over-obsession... Yes, I know it's a human nature to dream big. But if your dream are too big, don't ever dream about achieving it. Sometimes people don't appreciate the progress to reach the glory and just look at the end of it and Lucas Johnson is one of that person. He only look far ahead to the end of his road, not realizing the obstacle that is always in front of him. That's why he'll always keep failing. And that include this week when he doesn't realized that there is someone chasing for that title as well, someone with a quite strong reason of why I have to win that title, someone who is going to do everything to prove all those non-believer and shut their mouth forever. So just keep dreaming about reaching your end of the path and having a New Breed Title and don't blame me and I'm going to put you back to sleep and let your sweet dreams carry on.

Haruna Sakazaki: In the end, I'm reaching for the New Breed Champion himself, JJ Silva or he called himself the Code of Greed. I'm trying to reach him, even I have to sacrifice my own time making an alliance with the two disgusting person, Piff and Venom. Now, I don't need them anymore and I am getting closer to what I plan the whole time. So far, I have only a few word to say about you, JJ. One thing that we both realize that we are representing the sins of all world. Your taste of greed brings you on the top of the New Breed as their champion, but still with all your effort. You are a part of the crew and none of them are helping you to win that title. That is what I like from you, even you are born to be a team player, you are able to do this thing all by myself. That is what I try to do but it appears that I can't do it inside my division. My decision is not going to be a wrong one, I love to fight, you love to fight and if we meet each other in the end of this match, I will give you the best fight that I ever have. I want to keep testing myself of having a rough path and a strong opponent. I am a rookie, and I don't want to stay a rookie. I have to get out from my comfort zone and fight beyond my own boundaries. The New Breed division need a figure of a fighter with a strong will of fight and that figure is me, JJ Silva.... I'm coming for you!

She ends it at pointing her hands somewhere as the scene fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 2:09 pm by **Lioncross**

LC: We're here.

Lauren: Crud. Yeah. We're here. It's hot, it's humid, my hair isn't behaving...

LC: Neither is mine, and I just had it cut.

Lauren: It's seriously going to be like this in the stadium. All three days.

LC: And tickets sold out super-fast.

Lauren: Please tell me there's a retractable roof. There's one in pretty much every American football stadium nowadays.

LC: There is, but I'm not sure they're going to use it. They plan on having it open to start, and EAW being a wrestling company, they're going to want to leave it open the entire time. One thing I've learned this week is that's just the nature of wrestling - both its competitors and wrestling itself as an entity. If they have a plan, they'll insist on seeing it out. It doesn't matter how many fans complain. It doesn't matter how quiet the stadium gets because it's so humid, that even Aren Msistlav can't keep them excited. It doesn't matter how tough it might be to climb a metal ladder if the Cash In The Vault match is held before sundown.

Lauren: ...that actually sounds really tough.

LC: I'll bring gloves and a shirt just in case. I hear wrestlers who wear sports jerseys are insanely popular. Like, fans can't get enough of them, so they wrestle practically every week.

Lauren: That just sounds really corny.

LC: Anyway, point being, wrestlers and wrestling itself have a plan. But here's the difference between wrestling, specifically EAW, and wrestlers. EAW may want to leave the roof open the entire time, but they'll close it when they need to. They're willing to make adjustments. Wrestlers? They know nothing about adjustments. They'll either win with their gameplan or fall on their sword. All these guys who paint mental images of themselves standing atop the ladder, raising that briefcase above their heads in victory, and being the one to carry the company for the next year through thick and thin - they have that plan until they fall off a ladder.

Lauren: Didn't some boxer say something like that? Everybody's got a plan until they get punched in the face?

LC: Never heard of it - must've been some boxing character some guy plays on the internet.

Lauren: E-boxing?

LC: ...

Lauren: ...

LC: Anyway, we're all going to take a huge spill off the ladder. That's why I was trained to fall. The others? They might be, but they're the haughtiest group of people I've ever talked to or about. And if they let their arrogance carry them through this match, they're going to try the same thing that caused them to fall, and they'll fall over and over again. I've won a ladder match before. It shows that I'm able to make adjustments in the middle of the match, and as I said, my adjustments have become reactions. I don't need to think anymore. I just do.

Lauren: Not gonna lie, though, I hate seeing you fall, even if you're trained. You're one injury away from having to retire for good.

LC: Then let that be the sword I fall on. After all, I'll make adjustments during matches, but I'm a wrestler. I have a plan that overarches this match itself: that's to be a wrestler until I can't be one anymore. In Cash In The Vault, if you lose, you'll just have to figure out what to do next. If I'm forced to retire because of a bad spill, then I'll figure out what to do next.

Lauren: Just don't die. Please don't die.

LC: ...have you seen some of the @#$% that happens to people in this company? Maybe you're in CWF mode just like several of my opponents have been this past week. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. While everybody else has undying faith in their ability - even right - to win this match, I have faith in my ability to survive. That's why it's not a goal. You know what my goal is.

Lauren: To win and to become champion.

LC: Yep. Let's go hang out with the rest of the family.

Lauren: ...speaking of which, where's Lyuncrust? He wanted to check out the stadium with us.

LC: Oh, he went down to the authentic Mexican restaurant. He said he was going to order "siete tacos con Chile."

Lauren: ......................

LC: Should we maybe sneak in a hospital visit?

Lauren: Yeah, we better.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 2:03 pm by **Azumi Goto**

PFP9 Promo #4

“Day 3 part 1”

Scene opens with Stew-O on stage in front of a live crowd at Axxess who roaring with excitement.

Stew-O: Ladies and Gentlemen joining me now. AZUMI GOTO!!!

The crowd cheer as “Real Existence” plays and Azumi makes her way out wearing a PFP special Team Vixens T-Shirt. She waves to the crowd as she takes a seat on the chair right next to Stew’s.

Stew-O: Before we talk about the Divide & Conquer Match, we need to talk about your six months that you’ve been here. Explain to us how is this Azumi different from the one that made her debut six months ago.

Azumi: It’s pretty simple. The Azumi you’re looking at is what a new drive and new way of thinking can bring. Six months of matches and travel are really the result of what the fans are seeing right now. The Azumi that made her debut was someone who hesitated from showing her true self but now with the honor of being one of the few vixens to compete at PFP I think the current run of form of mine has proven that I’m no longer the rookie of this division but I’m a top contender.

Stew-O: On commentary we always talk about the explosive nature of your striking. Some people consider you the best striker in EAW today, is that you hold with pride?

Azumi: Not as much as my other accomplishments but yes. I do believe my striking and not just that but my submission game is at the top of EAW and really there might not be a Strong Style Striker in EAW or the women’s wrestling in general.

Stew-O: Azumi you’ve had two title matches. A Pure Title Match against Carson Ramsay and the Specialist Rampage. How are those experiences changed who you are today?

Azumi: Both were losses but during those matches I was proud of what I accomplished. During the Pure Title Match, my main goal outside of winning the title was to prove to EAW that the ‘Queen Of Puroresu’ name wasn’t just for show. To prove it was real and it wasn’t just something I came up with. The pride I get from being called the ‘Queen Of Puroresu’ is something that anyone who hasn’t wrestled in Japan won’t understand. The Specialist Rampage was also one of those match where the point I was trying to prove was that I was ready to hold the gold. Unfortunately I let that opportunity slip through but 2 plus months can change someone to push forward to becoming better then they were before.

Stew-O: Since you started talking about Divide & Conquer. Both Team New Breed & Team Vixen’s Division are very combustible but somehow by uniting everyone’s common goal to be Specialist Champion you and other vixens are on the same page. Do you think it’s this common goal or something that is keeping this team from exploding?

Azumi: It’s the Vixens Division that’s keeping us together. To think about two-three years ago this division was missing every FPV and the idea of Vixens even Main Eventing show is now being a reality is something I think us five are fighting for. Sure we all want to be champ but being apart of this division is something that unites this team as a whole. But maybe all the egos involved in this match on our team is keeping us together as well. Everyone knows about Tarah’s ego but every member of this team’s ego is keeping each other in check by sort telling each other that we’re winning this whole thing is making sure we’re winning.

Stew-O: With you officially saying that Shinsei Domei is over. Does that give a new look of Erica?

Azumi: Yes because I have to now look at Erica as an opponent and less of an ally. With both of us reaching an amount of success that we probably couldn’t alone it’s going to be hard for Erica to transition towards a singles career.

Stew-O: So you’re saying that you’re the better singles competitor out of the two?

Azumi: Yes. I’m sorry Erica but I’m tired of being called a “Tag Team Wrestler”. I’ve pushed too far with that name. And a person can be pushed too far before the explode on who ever in their sight.

Stew-O: So let’s talk about your teammates for the for the first half of this match. With each of their own unique strength and styles, is there a plan going in to deal with them after you defeated Team New Breed?

Azumi: Being a technical wrestler, I always have to have a plan. Going in guns blazing won’t help I have to definitely to play this match to my strength and make sure pace definitely doesn’t quicken. And if you excuse me I have to head to the Nikkan Sports press conference. It’s been thanks showing up EAW. I’ll see you at PFP.

Azumi rushes off as the camera fades to black

{End of Part 1}

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 1:42 pm by **Lucas Johnson**

Pain for Pride 9 - Promo #4: The End is Here

Tarah you are one delusional mother fucker. You are not getting under my skin one bit, you are just a crazy motherfucker. You are the one that's falling into my hands, you are the one that's falling into my full house and you are the one that has the straight. I am not falling into your mind games, I am focused at the task at hand and that is beating the Vixens division to a pulp. I don't care If I have to send you to the hospital, I don't care If I have your blood on my hands, I don't care if I break a bone. Nothing is going to stop me from earning and enjoying MY Pain for Pride moment! No one is taking away what is truly mine and that is the New Breed Championship. You claim I am Venom's butt buddy now? Can you open your eyes? Do you have a hearing aid? Can you listen correctly? I said that I have never EVER crossed paths with anyone in this match besides Piff when the bell rings I will be in the ring with all of you vixens and the rest of the New Breed division for the first time ever in my career. That includes you Tarah Nova, Azumi Goto, Venom, JJ Silva, and so on. The match is named Divide and Conquer and that is what you are trying to do the New Breed division right now and that is you are trying to split us apart? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I have done in my life? I am a crossover athlete, I am a former amateur wrestling, division one by the way. I remember when I was days away from winning the NCAA Division I Heavyweight Championship and my aunt was diagnosed with the breast cancer, my parents tried to divide myself and wrestling to come home and support my aunt but I just couldn't let that happen. I couldn't go back home to Atlanta and straight to New York empty handed without the title in my hands. It wasn't a hard decision for me because I knew championship gold thrived me, I needed it and I damn sure knew it was the only thing on my mind ever since I joined the sport. Blood maybe thicker then water Tarah Nova and you better realize that because right after I won the championship I may went through tough times with my aunt but she was proud of me that I sticked to my gut and fought threw hard times and she saw that in herself as well. My Aunt Susan couldn't have given up right there with stage two breast cancer and let the cancer take over her body but do you know what she did? She fought, she fought till the death that included chemotherapy and surgeries. She may have had hair loss and sick due to the chemo but she fucking fought! SHE FOUGHT AND I AM VERY GRATEFUL SHE IS ALIVE TODAY! My whole family is here in Miami this weekend for this historical event and in Long Island on Voltage last month at the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum I got my redemption from what happened at Fighting Spirit 2 in the Open Fight Gauntlet. And now look at me, my first year in the business is coming full circle at the biggest show of the year, our Super Bowl at Pain for Pride 9 I have earned a New Breed Championship match and I will tell you this Tarah Nova, I am not falling into your little stupid mind games. I am not attending your little vixen slumber party, you are attending a candy ass beating you have never dealt with in your lifetime. You want to make this all games? You want me to play your little Tarah Nova fun games? I'm not in the mood to play your stupid games because the fun and games have been out the window for a long damn time because you are one of them, you are one of the haters. I see it in your damn eyes, you don't think I deserve to be here but you know what? I'm going to prove you wrong at Pain for Pride 9 and shortly after at the EAW Draft Lottery I will prove your friend Aria Jaxon wrong as well when I whoop that monkey's ass all over the draft board. When that bell rings, the eye of the lion will come out no questions asked. I guarantee you, you will be saying 'THAT'S GOD!' when I send your ass to heaven after I'm done with you and claim MY New Breed Championship!

Good for you JJ, good for fucking you. You won two matches in a row clean! Do you want a cookie or medal for that? That's how your supposed to make yourself famous in this business, you are a noble talent and you don't need those punks like Oasis, Crash and Brody to do your dirty work. You keep doing you and you can win World Championships easy no problem. But you claim Omerta are your brothers right? If they were your brothers they would be thicker then water, Omerta would be blood to you but guess what? They aren't! I better be on my toes twenty four seven? Of course I have to be you idiot because If I wasn't I wouldn't be here where I am today. I find it hilarious that you think are this great legend in this business when you are only the New Breed Champion and just the New Breed Champion. You just won this title not even a month ago on Battleground against Piff Fumador and you claim that you need to carry your legacy onto bigger and better things? Besides the battle royal and the title match against Piff who have you beaten clean? Who have you beaten that's a legend because I really want to know! I find it real cute that you like to keep bringing up my past like my losses against guys like Carlos Russo and Mexican Samurai but at least I can hang with the big boys like them. At least I proved myself that I belong in this business, and at least I proved to everyone in the locker room that sooner or later it will be my time to shine because I have the beautiful Young Lions Cup. But right now the Young Lions Cup would be awesome to cash in, the New Breed Championship is the only thing on my mind because I worked hard all year to get where I am right now and I refuse to leave Miami without the title in my hands. When I put out a goal for myself I stick to it and won't stop until I get it, I will not give up until that New Breed Championship is mine in this Divide and Conquer match. We have to be on the same page once that bell rings this weekend and take out the vixens first but once the vixens are out of the picture it's ball game and this sweet little sheep turns into a big ass lion. JJ hold onto the championship tight for me because the end is here for you, time for a new face in town that runs this place and his name is Lucas 'The Wrestling Machine' Johnson....

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 1:34 pm by **My Watch Has Ended**

I have always said recently that victory is not the pinnacle of my focus so far and people question my reasoning to be in chance of a fight. When you think about it, winning the 24/7 Contract is also a victory for me, even though my intentions to win it in the first place are a secondary focus. I have always stated that despite this, an opportunity will open up and I will take it, meaning that if I did manage to win this match, every single opportunity would open up for me and yes, many would cling onto the fact that it would be another day where Liam Catterson won unethically but since when has life ever been fair? Look at the stars we lost, was that fair ripping their lives away from us so early? Better yet, is it fair to slam my name with so much shit as if all of you have crafted the perfect life? Are you so flawless that you will be on a roll then stumble? Would I have rights to label you eternally broken? I am just curious with this victory to be fair because following the event either way of the outcome, I am going to be met with criticism but only those who fail to piece the jigsaw to completion will question this so if you can actually be bothered to piece them together, I applaud you. It is an interesting thought to wonder what happens next with a possible victory but my utmost focus is breaking the stability of men like Kenny, J.D, you know who is in this match and they will be names that one by one, will fall, scream, cough. And yet, they all challenge me with their stupidity…It is abysmal to suffer this crap where I am obviously the mentally superior man in this match and whereas they reject that idea they can be flawed too.

Nobi, you’re overconfident to the fact it is going to be exposed as a weakness. It is cute you’re throwing all these fake ambitions towards me on how you are on the same level as me but that is only going to show how fucking retarded you really are. Tell you what, I dare you to challenge Xavier Williams tomorrow, because DEDEDE making him a bitch would be too easy for you to take advantage of, and if you can beat him well that means you could be onto something. But right now, you’re full of shit just like everyone else in this company and I find it hard to believe that a pathetic man like you is on the same level as me. Are you trying to be funny or are you really that idiotic? I assume the latter because using route in this company seems to be a pulling teeth phase. Heck, I took the piss out of England going out the Euros and did I cry? Did I become upset at the idea? No, I mocked them and yet you treat it like it is an entrance to insult me. But that is a great example of how ridiculous you all are, your best bet on reducing me in this company is skimming through. At least I listen to all of your words but then again, that is why I live my life knowing I will die with accolades and bliss. What are YOU going to showcase? “Oh, I was once in EAW and that is about it, apart from that I have done nothing in my life”. Get the picture, Nobi. I know it is a sin to consider my words as some form of accuracy but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you will never achieve a world title’s reign, you will never make a big impact in this company and you won’t be remembered when you decide it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you will never achieve a world title’s reign, you will never make a big impact in this company and you won’t be remembered when you decide you are tired of wasting your chances to avert my words, even though I’ll be long gone from this company by the time you come to that choice so it won’t be any of my concern but those words will echo and echo and drive you insane. Oh how it will hurt you.

Sure, I may have zero significance to you right now, J.D but when you finally feel strike after strike tormenting your body and feeling like shit because there is nothing you can do to allow things to go your way, will I be a worthless candidate then? Or will this be another episode where J.D Damon is speaking horseshit because he cannot be maintained? I have made my statement clear for scum like you to understand that there is nothing broken to me but there will be a feeling of becoming whole pretty soon and that won’t be taken away even if I do manage to screw success from this match up. I only know one form of failure for this match however and that is not allowing these competitors to know what pain is. It isn’t down to chalking down a loss on my resume for Pain for Pride, it isn’t if you manage to hold bragging rights for this match, it is all down to failure to live up to my personal goals and I want everyone to people in this match to embrace torment. I am really not interested in this clichéd talk right now of “What do I see in the mirror due to how reduced I am” because that is the most clichéd piece to use if you are going to undermine someone. It is Pain for Pride season and you are neglecting talent to try and hope that the generic patronization will gift you a high ground. But I guess like the outcome of our match, you’ll fail. I am not sure when you are going to understand you will be beneath me but when the time comes for you to open up about your weakness to me, I will choose ignorance to leave you looking like a fool.

A hilarious act that people tend to carry is their ignorance to how serious I am when I make a statement clear. If I have any intentions scheduled, I cling onto the belief they will be executed. But for you to tell me to drop the charade is pretty insulting, Nico when I speak about how my matches are based on trying to dismantle you men and women physically. Are you really that dense to ignore this? It proves how shallow you really are in this company and that is why I was limited with what I had to say about you the first time because you are not worth the battle. Nobody is going to be talking about how Nico Borg created one of the best matches in EAW history in ten years down the road, nobody is going to accept you as a close candidate to the main event spot. Words may not do justice to how threatening I can be but in the end, it is actions that speak louder than words. You know, I remember a time when I debuted in this match and a former world champion was a participant in this match. His name was Hurricane Hawk but did anyone decide to shit on him? Not as hostile as me, in fact even I thought this would’ve been a tough battle to get through due to how credible Hawk really was. Lucian Black is another example, granted he gets more shit than Hawk did but many idiots cling onto the hope that Lucian Black becomes World Champion this week. Never say never to any amount of talent that I hold and as you will witness this weekend, Nico that your theories about how I cannot cut it as a dominatable athlete anymore will be shot down quickly. Do you think you can startle me by creating lies in attempt to make me reflect on how ‘petty my life is’? I am sorry to tell you this but I can tell that was you throwing all your resources out towards me, the effect to try and make me feel ashamed and it failed. You and everyone else who likes to cast doubt into and towards me have failed. Your ignorance is a perfect illustration of how you failed, all due to the fact that you don’t accept the fact that I have bigger fish to fry after this match. Nico, you can argue with your shitty belief all you want, it satisfies me because it just goes to show my goals are so secure or maybe they aren’t as secure as I believe right now and I am just arguing with a man of a low capacity for intelligence. Either way, a nice valiant effort there but you’ve just wasted your time and energy in trying to put me down. Try again when you found that aspect of logic, then I may be startled.

I also see Christian Locke has YET AGAIN made another heartfelt speech towards his number one crush. It is a pity I don’t value you in the same way, Christian but I can’t wait to break this pile of shite down whilst the thought of brain decay becomes a constant. I guess you could say I have lost it mentally, I mean I was told to ‘cut down the thesaurus act because a lot of people think they know how people are like in reality but hey, we are called Elitists for a reason’ so there is that but apart from that, that is all really. Other than that, I am only seeing your words as one desperate measure to try and break me, which congratulations on committing the first of your failures this week. Christian, the reason why I see you have an obsession with me is because you never shut up about me. People always say that Christian Locke has been talking shit about you again, heck even Dark Demon had less to say and I am sure he was so obsessive on mentioning me and yet didn’t have the fucking balls to call me out when I demanded it. By the way, those same people are not keeping close tabs on you, they just report on people who I don’t care about just in case someone has something to say. The fact is, I don’t care about any of you morons. If Pain for Pride had to be delayed because someone went on a rampage and killed their family and themselves, you won’t hear me being sympathetic so once again and on that note, I am different from the people who actually want to respect me or who I know but hey, we’re back to Christian Locke interpreting words to suit his own fiction. And yes, your match with the Nas was a fucking joke. But if your esteemed legends talk shit about the quality of a match, it is fine because I don’t want their might to crush my career. If Scott Diamond were to echo my exact words, you wouldn’t dare be saying anything about him because half of the locker-room piss their pants when they confront Scott for no reason. Silence is a crutch, Christian. Besides, I am showing you a little consideration, allowing you the thought to process the fact I am responding rather than just leaving your words wasted and your devotion lessened. However, leaving this for you to enjoy would be your benefit, wouldn’t it? This would be your psychological advantage and quite frankly, with the strain of my endurance from you guys, it would be a travesty to leave your words in the wind and allow the fans to interpret an idea of victory for you. I am just going to cut to the chase, I am not going to wind up like you and devote half their speech towards you. I am not an obsessive freak who will end up nowhere in this company, I am not a childish amateur who still needs practice on his skills so here are some wise words of advice. If you can’t handle the terms ‘retard’ or suggestions to kill yourself that are tagged towards you, please leave. This is a rough industry and people should know by now I don’t hold back. I may just be another guy who sounds like a pathetic Call of Duty clichéd internet troll to you but believe me, that shows how weak you are to be in the main event scene because I have heard a lot worse from people. This isn’t anything to do with a second world title, WHEN WILL YOU FUCKING IDIOTS WHO CAN’T UNDERSTAND LOGIC GET THE FUCKING MESSAGE, DO I HAVE TO COME TO YOUR HOME AND SHOVE THE MESSAGE IN YOUR FACE UNTIL YOU FUCKING ADMIT? I have said my goals remain to breaking people until they are no longer willing to embrace my pain. World Championships, King of Elites, Hall of Fame inductions, they are all nice consolation prizes but Christ, this is exactly the reason why I think you are retarded because even with my best purposes to explain a situation, it becomes an outcast for attention. Sure, the interest may not exist but you either do your homework before you come into battle or you run the risk of looking like a fucking idiot, which you have done by the way so congratulations. Please, shut the hell up and focus on why you’re such a dark cloud hanging above this company. Even if you do win, I’ll be in sunny Spain whilst you try to grab my attention like a person who likes to cut themselves on social media. You have to love that confidence though, it is like he is certified to take victory but like I said, I won’t be able to hear your words so you’ll be talking to nothing.

You know, it just gives you a reason to smile when you have men who battle you with words, not understanding what is going to happen next, how wrong they really are and how far behind in terms of research they are. I don’t blame them, too many people in this world are too lazy to even research their symptoms for a cancer and that is why so many people die terminally because they had the chance to prevent it but they are lazy. People are lazy to understand that this motivation to send people in torment is not a façade to my hopes on victory, it is a legitimate cause. The fact that EAW has allowed people like you through is a disease, it is like England letting immigrants into our country to no end. We now have to be reduced in intelligence because nobody cares anymore and that is exactly the attitude this company has right now because there are men like you, like Nobi, like Christian Locke, who come in and make EAW which was a haven for logical speakers now reduced to a place where we begin to question if it really is the best if we are collecting men who should still be in the amateur federations. Then again, EAW’s superiority killed them off so there is only one option for you jokes to go to. Make no mistake, if you believe my lust for violence is just a phony excuse then you need some professional help. I am the most serious speaker of this company, I will not be afraid to call anyone out and I ensure that my feelings get expressed. It is people like you lot that infect this company!

Maero, I have confirmed the fact I am not changing and that is final. I don’t know how many times I have to tell people I feel at home in this condition, I know it may be ignorant or childish to some of you but that is actually why you men and women are weak. You can’t handle this personality, that is why I should change it up a bit. Guess what Maero? I tried that once and people across the world still treat me like shit. Do you know how hard it is trying to be something inspirational and then you have the assholes still making you feel like shit? Well the tables have turned and every single person in this company can feel the wrath of who I am because I have grown to understand that people don’t care. People will never care so why should I? And if you want proof over how good I am, like I said, ask Xavier Williams. The Best in the World lost to someone who is a laughing stock…Many men look up to Xavier and glorify the prick to mean something credible but in the end, I kicked his ass. Let’s remember the time Maero did the s... Oh yes, that’s right. You didn’t. You’re hopping on the bandwagon to try and devalue me more than I should be but that is the beauty of this company. Words may not be enough to haunt you right now but get inside that ring this weekend and you will be crying to those you love, trust me!

And like I said Terry before, I am not going to waste my time to people like you who do not take the time to listen to my words. I said it the first time, you ignored it, I explained the second time, you ignored it, so maybe third time will be the charm but being in a match of people who even the slowest could react quicker to than my competitors, I am not going to be hopeful so take this in will you? YOU’RE FUCKING WORTHLESS AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IRRELEVANT. GET IT? The same goes to the most of you idiots. Maybe you might actually understand what I am saying if you discarded the ignorance that you’re addicted to, which I know to most of you must be real rich coming from me but that is exactly what I am speaking about. This is your last chance to get a mention about me not just this week but for the rest of time because once the chains have been loosened, I’ll no longer need any more infectious condescending where people feel the need to berate me and undervalue me so much. The way all of you are going, none of you are going to win a World Championship and I wouldn’t be surprised if that is going to be your punishments for the rest of your careers. Half of you I am surprised have jobs to begin with because your low intelligence is just cancerous. I will be happy to admit that when this is all said and done, I will be moving onto better things whilst you acknowledge my place in paradise.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 11:38 am by -

Pain For Pride V

It genuinely feels like I’m speaking a foreign language based off of the way Lucas Johnson responds to me. The best way to put this is.. Well it seems like he’s trying to decipher some extremely advanced cryptic code than not even the most intelligent men on this earth is capable of cracking. It’s not that I’m using your career against you, Lucas. I simply used your past to prove a point. The simple point is that you’ve never in your ENTIRE LIFE been able to win when it counts whereas I have thrived in moments like these. I’m fully aware of you holding the Lion’s Cup and having the ability to cash it in on me and when that time comes I’ll deal with you accordingly. Is this supposed to strike fear into my heart? Was this a threat or was it your poor attempt to lay out facts? Let’s analyze your accusations a bit shall we? “You never won it on your own! You need The Iconomy or Omerta to help you with your matches!!” Are you blind? It’s hard for me to believe you’re stupid enough to make false accusations against me like this without doing the slightest bit of research. At this point I’m just repeating myself.. I’ll say it once more just for you. Post Rampage.. Dynasty. 10 Elitist in total and it was I who eliminated over half of them by MYSELF in order to earn my shot for the New Breed Championship. The weeks leading into said title match it was I who beat multiple other opponents by MYSELF. Piff Fumador versus JJ Silva on Battleground for the New Breed Championship.. Can you guess what happened, Lucas? I WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP BY MYSELF CLEAN. I’ve never had any assistance in my matches from Omerta, period. This is getting out of hand at this point.. I mean I seriously don’t know how to drill this concept into your thick skull.. You refuse to listen to facts and twist them into your favor in order to bang out a twisted narrative with false facts in order for you to make it sound like you have a clue in what you’re talking about but in reality.. You’re completely off the mark with every single thing you’re saying. At some point, Lucas, you've got to realize how little margin for error you actually have in this bout. Take away any potential mind games that you perceive I use on my opponents which, while accurate, isn't quite the case this time around. You insinuated that idea before I'd even really tried to get into your head, only leaving yourself a more open, vulnerable target afterward with bandaged wounds set to become re-aggravated injuries courtesy of myself. According to you, I'm oblivious to what you've done, to what you've accomplished and overcome... Yeah, I don't know, maybe that is the case. Maybe I'm underestimating you. Maybe I truly don't understand the type of skill that you possess, and maybe, just maybe you, who need I remind you that I defeated all of the opponents you struggled with and I did it in singles competition in a match that took less than A-class effort... MAYBE, you will walk away, not as losers and a victim of JJ Silva, but as a winner who overcame the challenge and leapt across the obstacles set before him. Is that likely, though? I pride myself an expert strategist and a connoisseur of the percentages game, and I'd say that the likelihood or, furthering my point here, the percentage of victory isn't very great for you. If you were facing say, anybody else in EAW, the landscape of this match changes entirely and everything is different. Because you're facing JJ Silva given you surpass the vixens of course, but if you're facing someone as seasoned, skilled and smart as I am in the ring, you know that you have to be on your toes at every single moment to hang around on a level playing field, let alone get a pinfall, submission or victory in any way, shape, or form over me. In a very long list of people who have been defeated by JJ Silva, people whose defeats have been my successes and hung on the wall with the little relevancy that they possess as trophies to recognize who I've defeated... You're next, Lucas Johnson, while you’re about to go 0 for 1 in yet a futile pursuit of victory against me. Far smarter adversaries than you have stepped before me aiming to be victorious and failed; what makes you, think that you'll be any different than any others I've faced? Is it because you're caught up in all the "JJ Silva isn’t good because he’s in a faction," "he's a has been" jazz and think this isn't nearly as hard of a challenge as I'm making it out to be? You can ask Carlos Rosso about that, Lucas, and he'll tell you all about how quick of a thinker I was in the ring, how I thought up an entirely different game plan altogether each time he tried something new in an ultimately failing effort to defeat me. He pulled out his trump card, but you'd better have an entire deck of aces if you even hope for those idle words you wear on your sleeve to prove to contain any validity and truth at all, or you'll be recognized just as all those in the past before you have when they said similar things like you, Lucas... A loser, and not only a loser, but the worst kind of loser. The type of loser that thinks he's a winner, when in reality, all of the top competition in the same field as work as him sees the loser as just that, and he's the only one foolish enough to not to see it, pride clouding his better judgement. Because I am successful right now, like you've failed to highlight and take note of, I'm seen as an elitist bearing vanity, a man who prides himself excessively on his achievements while not looking forward to the future. On the contrary, Lucas, I'm more ahead of any member of this roster in terms of what I plan to do, and what I plan to do... It's going to be brought to fruition, and you are going to be the first of many elitist that I defeat in my ever-agonizing road to cementing my legacy, and my birthright as a champion along with it. While I'll try my best for you not think of me as redundant, it's exactly as I'm saying. Kings and peasants alike have fallen to my wrath, and you're somewhere in between that. You're not poor enough to be referred to as a peasant, and you're far from luxurious or graceful enough to be called a King. If you have something to prove to anyone, whether that be me, some other elitist or EAW as a whole, Pain For Pride Nine is your chance, kid. I wouldn't want to miss it if I were you, because it might be the very last shot you get at me when I have my way with you.

He who neglects what is done for what should be done, sooner effects her ruin than his preservation. A man who wishes for nothing but to uphold professions of virtue soon sees the error in those proclamations of honor and integrity; the fact that he'll inevitably one day be at odds with the values he fought for, wondering then if he had wasted years of his life fighting for a cause that didn't fight back for him. The evil, the treachery, and the injustices you've denounced transform into the things that help you, and your morals take a backseat to the goals you've dreamed to reach. You strategically repurpose the support system that had once given you life just as easily as it was taken away. Your honor, dignity, integrity, values, and morals turn into a dynamic, becoming what you want them to become instead of the resigned, complacent stagnation that never returned the favors you did fighting in its name. Are you contented serving royalty in the name of an honor that leads you to an early grave, or would you rather pursue your ambition at the risk of treason and exile? Because you recognize the trinkets that accompany fighting for the King are not commensurate with your abilities. "They need me; I don't need them," an all-too frequent thought which consistently pervades your mind the more you allow your fear of branching out to rent space in your head. You know what you want to do, where you want to go, with whom you want to do it; but you question your means to accomplish it. You question the value in a conquest of independence, knowing an easy, pedestrian life is right there for you if you just keep serving in the name of someone you hate. All you have to do is accept your role as an underling to an under qualified ruler who benefited from nepotism. "It might be for the best," he exclaims, coming to grips with the reality that his shallow life can't be helped. He can't ascend. He can't become a mutineer. He knows he has to be the dog of a government whose policies he so fervently denounces. His inability to be courageous and his lack of desire to leave a legacy as a traitor precipitate a life of self-loathing from which he believes there is no escape. He fights for the system he hates, and so he hates himself.

Even though he knows his life of reluctance won't get him anywhere, he persists. It keeps on eating at him like a zombie drawn to the flesh of a mortal whose running at speeds they've never reached before and still can't escape. His plans to overthrow the corrupt rule of a regime he recently realized were no better than their maids or whipping boys; even worse, as a matter of fact. Their vanity parades sickened him, pitting so-called "criminals" who had been held captive on charges of petty theft in matches to the death against one another, watching while all of them remarked without remorse after the deed had been done, "That show was even better than the last." He knew this wasn't right. He knew they needed to pay for their crimes. He had all but given up, and then in his most hopeless state of depression, a light flashed next to his head. It wouldn't be smart to leave the Kingdom with a whimper, effectively assuring his status as a dead man once a bounty had been put on his head. He was going to tear the system apart from the inside, which he thought fitting because of his own internalization of the mutinous thoughts that frequented his mind. He bided his time and set a deadline to strike at the first opportunity he saw, healing from the many injuries he sustained fighting in battles for the ruler whose throne he aspired to usurp. No matter how much it pained him, he did what he had to do to ingratiate himself to the crooked wearer of the crown, knowing he'd soon leave him with the option to secede or die, remaking the Kingdom and its people in his image.

In time he earned the King's trust, gaining a position of authority and becoming his right-hand man. He accepted that in order to defeat this man and bring on a new reign, he himself had to engage in the underhanded tactics he hated. He knew this wasn't honorable. He knew that his dignity was fading with each day his elaborate ruse unfolded, but he fought in the mind that this was what had to be done, what was right, and what would allow future generations to prosper in ways they could otherwise never imagine. He accepted no accomplices, refusing to let anyone in on his plans to ensure they couldn't make the King privy to his intentions. He would've preferred to impale his enemies with a sword, but this couldn't be done in the light of the day; and so he poisoned him. As the King collapsed, all of the nobles who enjoyed the human death matches in pits screamed, panicked, and cried in his name. They never shed a single tear for the others who had fallen in his regime, but for this man who had done so little to protect the poor and so very much to benefit the wealthy, they wore their emotions on their faces in a fit of spontaneous sadness. The usurper, to the chagrin of many nobles who suspected him as the assailant but could do nothing to stop his impending reign as the next in line, feigned sadness with everyone else as best as he could. His official inauguration took place a week later, but his greatest joy was knowing he had achieved what nobody else would've ever thought possible. He paid a final visit to the King's grave all by his lonesome, cracking a smile under the guise of paying respects. He had just one thing left on his mind... "I will be second to no man."

Beautiful story isn’t it, Tarah? This has always been my mentality.. And I although I own myself everything in the world, i still do care about this division. I guess there are some similarities between us even though you’d never be willing to own up to it. You’ve spent your entire time trying to prove my theory wrong.. But why? Are you dissatisfied with my perspective? Can you not stomach the idea that maybe it is very true? You can walk me through a day by day of your life and I was still feel the same way because it’s true. Just because you say something time and time again doesn’t make the truth any less true, Tarah. I’m second to no man.. That includes Zack Crash. We’re simply business associates and that’s the truth. You can say I’m riding his “coattails” all you want but everything I’ve won, I’ve earned and taken with no assistance from Omerta. If you don't give a damn about what I'm saying, that's fine by me. You're the playing interrogator in the situation and I'm the New Breed Champion who has nothing to prove. Despite that, I always have a chip on my shoulder, I always feel like I have something to prove to everyone because we live in a world filled to the brim with regency bias, with revisionist history and convenient truths designed for the sake of smooth consumption because the reality is too difficult and painful to bear. I fancy myself a reaper who repays these people who commit such abominable sin with a physical debt that takes an immeasurable toll on their bodies, I force them to pay for their insolence and make my adversaries think twice before questioning my judgment again, I'm a stonecutter who gathers the weakest, most brittle and easily destructible minerals and carves these lesser gems with my hammer and chisel in my image! Their weakness is turned into a strength as I brand them with my personalized stamp. By associating with me alone, by being involved in this match and having the luxury of locking horns with The Code Of Greed, I take an infantile lizard and turn it into an unbreakable fire-breathing vessel of draconian steel. My menacing capacities, and the hidden abilities within wrestlers that I draw out to the surface, turn a cat that meows into a lion that roars! Every newcomer wants a shot at me, every fresh face takes a gander at JJ Silva and they know insulting me despite knowing very little and having an incomplete scouting report is a surefire path to immediate recognition. It's only natural these same wonder breads come firing at me when we compete against each other with a whole head of steam, like the very fate of their existences depends on the outcome of their match with me, like I'm the golden first place trophy every man wants and every woman dreams of... But no one can collect it! I'm the elitist and vixen crusher, I make my living toppling over the lifeless bodies of the fighters who make the mistake of pursuing me, I force them to live to regret uttering their name in the same breath as my own, I make them wish they were never born! Because while attaching my name to your own and using me as a means to gain prominence and a fan following seems like a wonderful idea, in reality it is a death wish. It's a fatal error so many before Lucas Johnson’s have made, and without fail, every single time, they start regretting the ill-advised decision to besmirch my name and smear their mud on my gold when I deliver a heart-stopping performance in that ring where those opponents who seek the lavish finery of billionaires but have the work ethic and directionless mindset of a minimum wage worker come to a standstill and realize the flaw in their juvenile antics when they discover I'm not just here for the sake of competing, gaining championship gold, making friends, creating alliances, betraying comrades, aligning myself with new associates, launching mutinies, rallying up cutthroat bandits, or even winning... BUT DESTROYING! KILLING! MASSACRING! BLOODSHED! WARFARE! CHAOS! BREAKING THEIR SPIRITS AND SUFFOCATING THEIR DREAMS. MY PASSION WOULD CEASE TO EXIST WITHOUT THE ABILITY TO CONDUCT MY BOUTS IN THE MOST HEINOUS, LETHAL, GORY FASHION IMAGINABLE! IT'S WHY I LONG FOR THE SUSTENANCE OF EXTREME, WHY THE PREDATORY LOOK IN MY EYES NEVER REVERTS TO THAT OF A MERE CITIZEN, BUT THE GOD OF WAR! THAT PIERCING LOOK YOU SEE STANDING ACROSS FROM YOU IN THE RING, THAT MOMENT WHEN IT HITS YOU THAT THE FILM COULD NEVER DO PROPER JUSTICE TO THE BRUTALITY I'M CAPABLE OF... AND YOU KNOW! YOU KNOW YOU JUST FUCKED UP, TARAH.

I beseeched you to understand the importance of history and why you should respect the landmarks, monuments, and milestones that were erected and reached long before you rubes were a factor, I explained that my tracks are all over the EAW record books and implored you to become privy to exactly who you were dealing with, and instead of enlightening yourselves and showing due respect, you both blindly insinuated that I’m only successful because Zack Crash and I are in a faction. It’s not far from our meeting.. I do not fear you, Tarah.. And you will not beat me. I'm not looking for weaknesses to exploit or attempting to expose you inside that ring, Tarah Nova. I already know your weaknesses, I know your fighting techniques and your maneuvers with an actual true scouting report, I know exactly what makes you tick, what motivates you, what inspires you. Using this knowledge, I'm going to rattle you, watch while you become increasingly more uncomfortable with every move I execute and what you imagined was stagnant predictability on my part turns into total guesswork on yours. It's going to be a sight for sore eyes, a spectacle that dazzles an audience of thousands as they gasp at your pain and suffering and hit you with such lethal force, all those accusations I’ve made about the lies you’ve said start making their way to the surface again before they're at the forefront of your every waking thought. When that bell sounds, it’ll be all out war.. I’m not expecting it to be easy, but I will not lose.. Not at Pain For Pride. You’ll soon find out that I’m not this weak Champion.. That I flourish in moments such as these. You haven't the faintest idea what I'm truly capable of or the elitists an event as monumental as Pain For Pride, but in a matter of 24 hours, parents will have to cover their kids' eyes as they watch blood spill out of your lifeless body and I cover my prey with my signature written in the customized ink of your own blood and filth.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 10:57 am by Guest

Pain For Pride #4

'' The ignorance of some people can be astounding, claims the resident hero Kendra Shamez, before implying in the very next sentence that the fact she has clocked more years in the wrestling business than me means anything. For some reason people have this idea that the longer you live in our profession, the better you get. It's quite the opposite. Science shows that the body deteriorates as it gets older, and the rough and tough job that the men and women do in this promotion makes that process occur at a much faster pace. I hate this ideology that history means something. People seem to bring it up to justify how they perform in the present day. Where's the fun in that. I could list being the only woman in the world to win the Vixens Cup as an achievement, and I could pretend that it means that today, I am better because of it. But that is not true what so ever, it's wrong, both morally and truthfully. Just because you've been in this business longer than me Kendra, it doesn't mean shit. It doesn't make you better than me. If anything, you'll be less efficient than me, so how about you try that on for size. It reminded me about some of the things Madison Kaline used to say, may she rest in peace. She would drag on and on about her one month title reign, as if it had any credibility and relevance. It was stupid. You sound a lot like Madison at this moment Kendra, and you're going to be heading the same way as her too. Enough about stupid people being stupid, though. I'm glad you're willing to continue to put in your thoughts before I dominate and embarrass another Shamez in a wrestling ring. Not that your opinions have any value to me, what would some movie star who's come back out of jealously have to say that holds more weight than the best female wrestler in the world? Exactly, very little. I suppose I'll take your compliments to heart, as demeaning as they sounded. I know I'm good. I'm great, I'm the personification of German Efficiency for crying out loud, superiority somewhat comes with the package. The only problem I have with your compliment, is the little added on sentence which completely devalues the substance you stated. Yes, I'm great. But no, I don't need people to tell me that. I know I'm exceptional when I wake up every morning, have my orange juice with avocado on toast, and instead of post it on social media, go to the gym and work my ass off for three hours with a high intensity mixture of cardio and weights. That's when I'm in my element, I continue to elevate the maximum capacity of German Efficiency by the day. It's only getting stronger. That was of course until you interfered in my cash in attempt and soiled over the six months of work I had been doing in the division prior to your little bitch fit, but hey, let's not acknowledge that, apparently I'm the bitch here. I don't need your false, vapid words to know I am hot shit. I know I'm great when I elevate every woman I step in a wrestling ring with. I know I'm great when the work I've put into this division pays off. I knew I was great when I won the Vixens Cup. I know I'm great when I'm hours away from pinning you in the middle of the ring. I will continue to know I am great, even when I cash in and pin Aria, Tarah, Cailin or whoever holds the gold. I'll continue to know that I am great, until German Efficiency falls. Which, as you'll know now due to my explaining of it, isn't going to happen for a very, very long time. So no, just because some Mexican want to be efficiency trash believes everything which comes out of her painted lips is gods psalms itself, doesn't mean that I need your approval to end your career. Keep dreaming. If you think that I need motivation, despite being the most efficient woman in the world, then I pity you. I'd almost sympathise with you if you weren't such a bitch. I too know I am fucking wonderful. Look at me, I have the look and the talent. I'm just perfect. Something which oddly suits considering I am a perfectionist myself. The fact itself you believe I need other people to motivate me, brings me more confidence that you have severely misjudged what you are getting yourself into come Pain For Pride. I am not just another rookie. I am Sheridan, fricking, Müller, and I will literally kill myself if you somehow manage to beat me for my Vixens Cup. Nobody has stopped me. German Efficiency has not been stopped. We are on the back of a German Shepherd, with Sennheiser headphones blasting Ludwig Van Beethoven's Für Elise. My workaholic, perfectionist attitude combined with my wrestling ability makes me the most dangerous female in Elite Answers Wrestling, and no Hollywood jealous daughter of a bitch is going to end, German, Efficiency. You need to stop blaming Rey as to the reason I disrespect the Shamez name. Some women simply aren't cut out for wrestling, and I accept that with a smile. They'd rather make money doing other things, or they simply don't have the efficiency that I do. The problem is, is that you encouraged her Kendra. You told her that pigs could fly and that she could continue the Shamez legacy, which, for about the tenth time now, doesn't exist off of one average wrestler such as yourself. Just like she fell to Sheridan Müller, so will you. Be it by pinfall, by submission, or by breaking your arm and causing damage to her neck. I will be walking out of Pain For Pride as a winner, continuing to prove myself day in and day out, and improving the stature and quality of the Vixens division as I do. I almost feel sorry for you Kendra, you're embarrassing yourself by trying to pretend you're not here because of jealously. I've accomplished more in six months than you have your entire career. I'm a better wrestler than you as well as a better woman. You couldn't let that settle, you couldn't have someone rising faster than the queen bee that is Kendra Shamez could you. You threw your toys out of your designer pram. Injuring Rey barely factors into why you're back, you made that abundantly clear when you returned. You couldn't handle the rage building inside you, and like a toddler you had to ruin my plans and interfere in my business to benefit nobody but yourself. ''

'' Another thing that, judging from my emotionless tone, that really upsets e about Kendra is she doesn't believe I have any compassion. I'm quite the opposite, I've stated she's an average wrestler, and before dismantling her opinions I've acknowledged that she's a former Vixens Champion. I don't know what more she wishes of me. What a joke. She in return has stated that I am unique. Which I suppose is nice of her. However her perception of my goals and aims in this company are a little off. I wish to bring efficiency to the women of America, and to the audience at home. Too many so called wrestlers sit in this division, collecting money without really doing anything that benefits anybody. People like Madison Kaline, Silence, Veena Adams, Angela Salveti, Rey Shamez, Raven Lee, Azumi Goto, Erica Ford. It's obvious, there are more women in the latest roster who actually achieve very little for anybody. Who is benefited by these tramps collecting money from the higher powers, and wrestling average, boring, sports entertainment matches. What's that I hear? Oh right, it's nothing, because they are a fucking waste of space. I have happily eliminated three of those women from Elite Answers Wrestling. No more Rey, Madison or Raven. What is the thanks I get. Oh right, you. Whilst I have brought the main event of Triple Threat to the Vixens division, you have brought very, very little Kendra. Sure, you can claim if it were not for you, women's wrestling wouldn't exist in America, or whatever you claim. What a sexist ideology you hold there. I am quite sure if you were stillborn or aborted, that the likes of the Heart Break Gal or Cameron Ella Ava would have established the Vixens division. Without your help. You go ahead and claim being the founder of the Vixens division, not like it has any relevancy in the modern day. You're just a bore, always going on about history whilst I bring magic and efficiency to the world. You just bring history books and champagne. Oh look there, Kendra cracked a World War Two joke. Once again something which is going to play no part in our match at Pain For Pride. You just mention it to be a bigot and ignorant. I can be humble, Kendra, but you weren't so humble when you decided to take everything I worked on and ripped it to shreds. You expect me to treat you with respect and dignity and praise you for establishing my career after you did that. Hah, you've got more luck finding my shits to give for you. You're here claiming you interfered in my match to give me a taste of my own medicine, you did it to rectify what I did to Rey, yet I thought you didn't care for her. I thought Rey Shamez was an embarrassment, and that she should be ashamed. Not to matter, I still have my cash in attempt, and when I do deliver on it I will do so with class and efficiency. I will submit or pin the holder of the Vixens or Specialists Championship, and that will be just another target smashed by myself, and it will be another stepping stone in me introducing to the world German Efficiency. Oh. Just a heads up by the way, my hands aren't stubby. My fingers are long and my fingernails are manicured with efficiency. Furthermore my hair isn't dyed, I have no need to dye it. My hair is perfect the way it is. You almost sounded like you were jealous of how perfect and aesthetically pleasing I am. Bitch. ''

'' May I rebuttal a point you made in your video. You go to say efficiency isn't what's needed in the division, and that you're sick of seeing the women of Elite Answers Wrestling fight like animals, but that is exactly what I am trying to stop. Did somebody stomp on your head after you assaulted me, or did you gain a concussion after I laid you out through the announcers table after Venom of all people, who I still haven't tracked down and taught a lesson, interfered in our little tag match which was held on Showdown. Either way, surprise surprise, you've failed to coherently judge the way of life that is German Efficiency. When German Efficiency is fully flowing throughout each and every Vixen, terms such as interference and disqualification won't exist. Trash such as Tarah Nova won't be able to rely on weapons to win their matches and weasel their way out of wrestling to a functional level. I'm removing that animalistic representation from the division, replacing it with angelic, efficient, pure wrestling. If you hate people attacking one another like savages, why did you decide to interfere in my cash in attempt, coming from behind me and doing me such a disservice. Sounds a little contradicting, if I do say so myself. You want to call yourself the perfect Vixen, do you. Let me quickly just flick off every point you made. If you were classy you wouldn't have jumped the stands and taken me out on Showdown. If you were fearless, just like my previous point, you wouldn't have attacked me from behind. If you were talented, not only would you have been able to train Rey to a suitable level, but you also would be able to act and wrestle to a sufficient level. I've seen some of the movies you've been in, unfortunately. I was hanging backstage with Cameron Ella Ava and we put some of them on for shits and giggles. You're a horrid actor, and your wrestling skills aren't that far in front of such. As for fierce, sure, you are about as fierce as a whale. The only thing fierce about you is how you somehow manage to contradict yourself every twenty seconds. Somehow you've managed to talk about how nothing but wrestling matters, yet bring up points about how, somehow, you're possessions are worth more than me? I don't know if you were hoping for a clap because whilst I'm training you're making shitty movies and getting paid far more than you are worth. Unfortunately for you, money can't buy talent. You'll find that out when we meet at Pain for Pride. But don't fear, just like you state logic can be taught, so can efficiency, which is what I was in the process of doing before you came along. I'd happily offer to teach you sometime. Although you won't be leaving Miami, Florida in anything other than a body bag. I don't know why you decided to let the world know this is a new era and a new chapter for you. Because I'm going to Sherplex the story to a very early, abrupt ending. I'm going to Sherplex your sports car, I'm going to Sherplex your brain against your skull, and I'm going to Sherplex you into a pit of darkness which you won't be efficient enough to break out of. You may call yourself the OG Vixen, which might I add is a really stupid nickname, but I am Sheridan, fricking, Müller. I am Die Tigress, I am the personification of German Efficiency. Well done for proclaiming you paved the way for people like me. If anything that just means you're nothing more than an easily replaceable individual who put down the road for people with talent, that's me, to work across. Fuck your road. History plays no part in wrestling matches, only talent does. Only ability does, and I am a better brawler, a better submissions expert and a better person than you. At Pain For Pride, I will outfox you and out do you, and I will continue to prove that nobody is more superior than Sheridan Müller. For some reason you believe me to be the second coming of Adolf Hitler because I happen to be German, which is odd really because Hitler himself was Austrian. You think my ideology is a joke, and for some reason you act as if I'm in the wrong, like you didn't put your nose into my business, like you didn't screw up everything I had worked so hard to achieve. Pain for Pride is only big enough for one of us. I will walk out the victor, the winner, and continue to prove that German Efficiency cannot be stopped, and that the future of the Vixens Division is German Efficiency. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 10:51 am by **Ares Vendetta**

~~Reclaim~~

Repent

I am a Godly man, and in the eyes of my God, there is no greater misdeed than to wrong me. In a World filled to the brim with with men willing to do me harm all to protect their fragile egos, I sit here in the center of it and reflect. I reflect upon each and every one of them here in a Church that dedicated itself to another religion; one whose loyal worshipers proved fickle enough to abandon it. I sit here and pray in what remains, knowing you must be familiar with this feeling - that sense of abandonment. You’d be the first to tell the World proudly and for all to hear that you got to where you are not coasting off of the support of an audience, but of your own will. Your own talent and your own effort gave you six World Championships, and yet, if there had not been a single soul occupying the seats around you, there would not have been a value to any of it. Your bubble would have long-since popped, and everything that ever meant something to you would have crumbled away. These people that pay their money to watch you - they may not be your reason for doing whatever it is you believe you do, but without them, you would have starved, and instead of standing before me years later into your career believing you’ve aged like a fine wine, you would be rotting away here upon your abandoned soil with everything you have to your name as worthless as any other long dead and forgotten empire. Believe it or not, these people are the loyal worshipers of this Church called Elite Answers Wrestling, and every ounce of energy you’ve ever put forth inside of a ring, every word you’ve ever spoken to your enemies, and every accolade you’ve ever accumulated upon your resume would mean less than nothing if they were not there to provide a World to support it all - one in which you’ve become a Legend amongst others who scratch and claw their way to be just like you and so much more. This is your Church. This is the World you occupy. It’s impressive to look at, but all it takes is one pillar to collapse to end it all crashing down to Earth and cause every single one of these people to abandon it and leave it no more than a husk of what it once was. It wouldn’t be the first empire left to decay in the sands of time, and it won’t be the last.

When the so-called loyalists find something more valuable to them, they’ll stop holding you up and let you fall, and fall hard you will. You speak of ignorance, but the greatest ignorance of them all is the belief that you’ve spent your life getting by on your own accord, and it’s not a surprise to me. I’m not moved by it. You’re every bit as delusional as DEDEDE, and perhaps the only reason you don’t roam around calling yourself a God as well is because you’ve proven loud and clear you’re inferior to him. Perhaps that’s why you stuck your tail firmly between your legs and ran away into the fray of the Grand Rampage when all of this talk of certainty that you would shatter records once more and hold this Championship high above your head as one of seven World Titles to your name - when all of it proved useless. The population of your Church is dwindling, can you feel it? How long before they find another? How much longer before those that breathed life into you have gone and leave you no more than a husk for me to conquer? You believe these people will be here tomorrow when you remind them why you came crawling to this point not as the Champion, but as the challenger? These people mean nothing to you, but once they’ve gone, you will know why they were everything and the only thing that mattered. Perhaps a day will come when you step up to the plate once more, just as confident as you are now and preach to the empty choir that you’ve got it all figured out and that it’s a mere matter of time before you become a seven-time World’s Champion, and perhaps you will, but you will do so with no one there to ever know it happened. The tree that falls in the forest that never made a sound.

~~Redemption~~

Rectification

I don’t waste my time worrying about what I could have done differently, I simply adapt and I make it right. Sometimes there are things in this World you simply cannot rid yourself of, like a disease. I kicked away a rock from my path by the name of Tyler Parker, and yet there it lies in my way once more, determined to trip me. Bask in your greatest glory of knowing you are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a thorn in my side. I’ve spent the better half of a year giving you a platform to prove me wrong any way, shape, or form that you were a mongrel that never deserved to be the man to stand where I now stand as the Answers World Champion. You despise me with every fiber in your being, and yet I’ve proven more valuable to you than anyone else in the World. When you were left humiliated and beaten within an Elimination Chamber and came running off to Voltage for refuge, I was there to give you a spotlight when your supposed rival, DEDEDE, was nowhere to be found - off doing more important things. I dug a hole for you and threw you in, and I gave you a purpose. I gave you a reason to live, and though you may detest me for it, you cling to it as your entire will as you come challenging me. I shed your blood and threatened your very career, and yet deep down, you’ve come to love it. Deep down in the very core of your soul, you share the same pleasure of lusting for another’s blood as I do, and that’s not something unfamiliar to you or anyone else. It’s in our nature as humans. It’s a primal instinct embedded in us, and all we’ve got to do us indulge it. You’ve kept it no secret that you desire - more than anything in the World - hurt me, both physically and psychologically. You dream of a better day in which you will stand above my corpse with the Answers World Championship proudly in your possession, and yet that’s a day that will never come so long as you restrict yourself. You’re bound by the chains of your pursuit of this Championship, and you will come to know why it will be your greatest downfall. There’s a lust for gold and a lust for blood, and you will find yourself at the crossroads of it, and you will pay for it regardless of which path you decide. When I shattered your body through glass and beat you into injury that left you on the sidelines with your future hanging by a thread, I didn’t do it trying to win some Championship. I didn’t maim you looking for a victory. What I did was gorge myself and my animalistic desire to see you bleed and to see you powerless at my hands. To see your life on the brink of ending. You seek vengeance, and yet you don’t know what it takes. You want this gold more than life itself, and you desperately want to pay this debt I owe to you, and yet you will have neither attempting to get both when this battle is said and done. The crossroads you stand at isn’t where you make a decision - it’s where you fall.

~~Revenge~~

Rejoice

Rest easy knowing that you will have a future when tomorrow comes, mongrel. You will survive this yet. These people want to see you overcome these odds more than anything in the World, and they will watch their hope turn to ash, but they will support you all the same when it’s over. One year ago, you fulfilled your dream - not just to be a World Champion, but to undisputedly climb this mountain before us and make it your own. I’m not going to shame you for the decision you made to stand back up when I knocked you down and seek to relive that moment. I welcome you. I welcome whatever it is that makes you so special in the eyes of these people. They mean nothing in my eyes, but to you, they seem to be everything. In a way, I envy that. That certain loyalty these people show for you. The fact that you could beat and maim anyone in front of you and they will be there to support it. They truly, undoubtedly, love whatever it is they’ve convinced themselves that you represent. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t take a certain pleasure in taking that from them. I’d be lying to you if I said it didn’t bring me the utmost joy knowing how much they support you, how much they desire to see you go the distance once more, and the absolute horror and disappointment when they watch you fall before me when everything mattered the most and the chips were down. I’ve given you a second chance to make your dream become a reality, and yet I find just as much purpose in you as you have in me, because there is no one I would rather have to bring to their knees than someone as beloved, someone as determined, and someone as dangerous as you. I relish a mongrel that’s broken from his chain. I love the thrill of knowing just how intent you are on taking back every second I stole from you. Your teeth are as sharp as ever, your body is healed, your mindset is anew, and yet your fate remains the same as it did when I left you laid out and holding your shattered shoulder. I told you and the rest of the World that the true Award I’ve taken away is in your suffering, and I plan to make that as true as the first time I said it. I want you to know that I personally enjoy everything I’ve done to you, and it pains me to know that this is where it all ends. This is where it’s all come to. I began this when I drove my boots down into your skull, and I will end it the same.

On wrongs swift vengeance waits.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 10:37 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

How heavy does it weigh, Cameron?

How much does it hurt to listen to the words roll off the tip of my tongue?

“I have been a world champion”

Does it burn? Like a cigarette driven into your skin, does it hurt to hear that fact?

Does it keep you up at night when you realise that me, a joke, a one hit wonder, has reached a height, obtained a crown that you’ve worked tirelessly for years to obtain? I’m sure it stings, it becomes harder and harder for you to accept the more I bask in my own glory. How long have you held this desire to become a world champion? To break free from the chains people slap on the Vixen’s of this company and forge a path for them to follow, inspire them to achieve more? Don’t answer, how long doesn’t really fucking matter because it’s been longer than my time in this company. In your desperate bid to become a world champion, I went from a God damn no-name getting thrown to the wolves to a “more prestigious” signing, to Extremists who needed a bounce back from defeat to a world champion. From rags to absolute riches in under two years. You can criticize my fall but to fall you had to start rather high, right? It doesn’t matter how far I’ve gone backwards in recent months, for a brief moment I stood at the highest peak, untouched, the champion and you? You were squabbling away well and truly below me. Does it hurt to realise that? To hear all of that?

Good.

You’re becoming a little...unhinged, aren’t you? Every word, every syllable seems to cut a little deeper and every cut, every time I speak, becomes infected with a little bit of salt. You’ve swapped your colours of arrogance and immense pride for that of fear, of a desire to be reassured. You pander to the crowd, you stand on that table and inspire them to cheer you because you must, oh how you must hear the roar of the people agree with you. And why is that? The answer is that nobody else will agree with you. The sheep who are captivated by your presence, yeah they’ll cheer. They’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, despite how little you truly care for them. You thought every word I spoke was an insult, a swipe at who you are but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Except now. Now to see your mind become fractured and your eyes scream desperation; your words command reassurance, there is nothing more I want to see than Cameron Ella Ava on the verge of tears, pulling every last strand of hair from her head trying to convince me of the same “fact”, the same “warning”, the same “words” she spoke just days ago. Around and around and around and around and around and around you will go. You believe sending your messages in such a dramatic, commanding manner creates another edge, another reason for you to emerge victorious but those people might as well be faceless.

You and I both dream Cameron. We both dream of victory, we both dream of gold laying in our sweaty palms. We dream of the moment our bodies leave every ounce behind for one grand, monumental push before our bones can no longer support our bodies and we collapse to the canvas. But in our dreams it is enough. In our dreams our bodies fall down and a lip arm across our opponent’s body seals victory. It is a dream we all have, everyone is this business seeks to bring into the realm of reality. Yet we do not dream equally. For however long it’s been, however many miles you have walked to reach Pain For Pride, to be this close to that dream becoming a reality, you wake each and every time it plays in your sleep – you wake up in the day to find it was just vanity. It meant nothing and that moment you have before the light of day hits your eyes and you feel as if the moment in that dream is real, you find yourself empty. Your dream continues to be a fleeting thing. But do you want to know why I became a world champion? Why I took that dream by its fucking throat and made it a reality? It’s because I do not dream at night Cameron. I am indeed a dreamer of the day and I act the dream with my eyes wide open to ensure it to become possible. I would have ended careers; I would have ripped the very life from my opponents if it meant becoming a world champion. Perhaps it’s become an artificial thing, devoid of the same meaning it had twelve months ago; a hack job taping the dream together, I once again look to make it a reality. You can continue to dream, but the truth is you’re always going to lack the edge over me. You’ll continue to only see yourself victorious when your eyes shut close; I could help you but your arrogance and self-pride stands in your way. You believe you’re invincible, that defeat is inconceivable. Us dreamers who dream during the day are dangerous. It’s us dreamers who wish to act our dreams out at the expense of those around us who find success. We will make enemies, turn friend to foe and foe to friend; turn respect and admiration into dishonor and melancholy.

Can you feel it? The confidence that spills from every sentence I speak. Can you taste the bitterness of my threats? You can dare to ignore it all, shrug it away but these are the same words that killed the careers of many, many hopefuls; the same voice that saw me surpass you.

I mock. I laugh. I insult.

I do all that to get this. This response, this frustration, this seething hatred that I can sense miles away. I think the word salty doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how I’m twisting that mind of yours. You’re really just my little marionette, dancing away as I pull the strings one by one. If you think I’m not five steps ahead of you here then you are sadly mistaken. Your grand display at Axxess? Expected. Your words? Expected even more so. And now I can just picture your face turning read simply because I said you and I do not dream equally, that your dream is always going to be in vanity as long as you continue on your ways. I know full well I will hear, surely will hear, you insult me about how I became a champion to begin with, a “one hit wonder” comment, a “Phoenix Winterborn” insult and by the way, fucking ease up on the bloke yeah? Don’t be sad because he’s most likely going to do what YOU couldn’t do and win Cash In The Vault, go on to do what I did – what YOU COULDN’T DO – become a world champion. Back to the point; DANCE! DANCE FOR ME PUPPET! But this isn’t limited to my words; how do you envision the start our match going? After days of getting under your skin, mocking you every time I speak, do you honestly expect yourself to be composed? Or are you going to try and slap the taste from my mouth? I’m in your mind, don’t try and deny it it’s only going to make matters worse the next time you open your trap. You’re hooked to my strings and you can’t break free; I will manipulate you in this match. You’ve stumbled into my game, my great game. It is a complex and intricate plan that unfolds to the inevitable conclusion; you’re just completely helpless to do anything about it. I could hang my head on the disappointment of the last couple of months but what good does that do me? Your insults, constantly bringing up the losses is useless, irrelevant. You’re wasting your breath and for what? Do you believe it’s going to break even the first layer of skin? Do I sound bothered? Not at all. I regret the time I wasted, I regret not having the motivation to pull myself from that hole sooner than I have but it is what it truly is and that, that is why I do not rest on the past. But, to your credit, you are right. Until proven otherwise my career is one easily defined as a one hit wonder, I will admit that, but only the dumbest of the dumb, the peak of stupidity ignores who I once was. And yet here you are, so adamant, so convinced that the man who will stand across from your will be broken, will be nothing more than a shell of his former, great self. It is folly to continue this way but there is only so much I can say; so many threats, so many promises can be made before I grow tired of spinning the same lines. We are well under two days until time is up. If you do not believe it yet then there isn’t much else I can say. For all your showmanship, for all the bravado you’ve shown this week, as long as you continue this path of believing my career is done and dusted, you will not win. You will not emerge victorious and you will taste the bitterness of defeat once again.

Defeat is inevitable. I will resurrect my career through burning yours to ashes. I will stand victorious on the grandest stage this company has to offer yet again. I will move onto greater things, I will claim a world championship once again and look to make up for the time lost, the effort wasted over these last few months. I will scratch and claw but I will say beyond a shadow of a doubt that the sun will begin to rise, dawn will break before the year ends and I can confidently say, as a two time world champion, tomorrow has arrived. It has been a mountain I’ve had to climb to get back here, to get back to the state of mind required to succeed in EAW; that saw me succeed once again. I wish nothing but the best, but shall we continue to occupy the same building, I will highly, highly suggest you do not try and chase for a rematch; I will show you sympathy at Pain For Pride, but it will be minimal. I dream, I continue to dream, I will do anything and everything I must do in order to win, in order to succeed. If your arrogance, your desperation, your fear compels you to once again challenge me then I will hand you no reprieve. You will not walk away from a rematch, that is a guarantee. I will beat you at Pain For Pride, that is my dear the most simplistic way of putting it. For six months I have been a far-cry from the champion that once ruled and I refuse to let my career end with the unflattering title of “one hit wonder”. You can repeat yourself until you’re devoid of oxygen and your face turns blue, saying that I will fail like I “always do”; but I will leave you to rue yet another missed opportunity. Once again Cameron Ella Ava will have the chance to prove to the world she is indeed more than capable of challenging for the greatest prize, even fancy herself as being capable of wearing the brightest gold around her waist. The draft will come and a new dawn will break for you, but you will be haunted by yet another defeat, another shortcoming.

You will mourn the day you decided to choose me.

You will apologise for the arrogance, the pure stupidity you’ve presented for weeks.

You will grieve for your own demise.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 9:44 am by **VENTURA.**

Cash in the Vault

[Entry #8]

If I was that intelligent, I would be out in the world teaching masses of people right now instead of settling in a damn wrestling company.
This isn't a game between IQ or anything of that matter, Lioncross, you are forcing your brain into believing it is so. I am telling you what is straight forth real and truly honest. I am perfectly fine with the fact that I have disregarded everything that you have said because you are speaking with so much conviction and assurance that you believe you cannot be stopped. I can come out and display myself with a straight, serious face and say, "I am going to win Cash in the Vault". I can pretend that all the participants in the match have been fluxed into babies and be on my merry way. THAT is where you are going to be expecting downfall, Lioncross, and you know deep down as well. Sure, I have nothing to convince you with because of the fact that I have "lost" throughout this past year, but I truly know my craft and that is why I am shockingly sharing it with each and every one of you. You can go on from here and just stop talking, if you think all that you have said serves ample enough for you to carry on towards Pain For Pride. No need for you to "waste" your time speaking to us, just do whatever training or relaxation session to your liking. I am telling you what the true climate will be like when that bell is rung three times. We can all just stand in the middle of that squared ring, and we can elevate our heads up and just stare motionlessly at that briefcase held up high in the air. The one and only thought that will truly arise in our heads is how we will retrieve that briefcase against a swarm of opponents who are thinking the same thing. By the time you even make your first move, unfortunately, I will have already transcended up the ladder and did the "impossible". Just telling you straight and thoroughly, Lioncross.

Tig Kelly may as well be the reincarnation of Lioncross.
A man that claims to be the "professional", yet managed to lose his championship to a weakling far below him. Don't come out here and tell me that you deserve that briefcase because of your "past results", because that isn't going to be the huge factor in any of this. I don't care about your stacking numbers compared to mine, nor do I expect some sort of reenactment of David and Goliath to take place as well. We all want to leave that arena with a comfortable smile upon our face, while getting the job done by having that briefcase in our possession. If you were truly a "professional", you would be contesting for a match far larger than this one already. You are in this level right now because you are solely missing something compared to the higher "elitists". You go to the loudest PA system in the world and brag about your "impressive track record" for long hours if you have to, it doesn't change the fact that there is a 50% chance that you may be right, and another 50% chance that you are wrong. Wash your eyes a total of twenty times, bang your head upon a brick wall, screaming to the sky in disagreement. Track records doesn't mean shit. If you are solely depending upon that, then I would like to tell you in advance that you have already lost this match. Any of us winning this match can change their careers upside down, ESPECIALLY my own damn one. Think about it.

As for the Nas, well...

I will truly get back to your shortly when I have the brain cells of a pigeon.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 8:40 am by **Impact**

Your world.

A world where stealth and deception supersedes talent and ability. A world where liars flourish and honest men perish. That’s no world of mine, but to no one’s surprise, it’s one Ares Vendetta is trying to create in his image — one of liars, con artists, and pretenders who run amok trying to persuade everybody that in a world of so much black and white, it is the rare grey everyone tries to seek sanctuary on but few if anybody actually reach. That’s the world that Ares Vendetta has promised everybody, claiming that I’m going to become forgotten and that as I turn into ash from the flames he thinks can scorch me with, I’ll cling to one of the last remaining relics of my empire just to keep the memory of my former greatness. There always seems to be this perception if you’re a fresh-faced newcomer that there’s no substitute for experience, yet the tables are turned in the opposite direction. Nobody ever suspects a newcomer to be wise beyond his years, just as the men hitting the physical prime of their lifetimes underestimate the fortitude of a veteran just because he’s a few years older. How many times in the illustrious history of this company has somebody lost just because they refused to acknowledge the prowess of their adversary? How many times has someone completely tossed talent aside and expected victory by default simply because their opponent was younger or older, only for them to suffer a crash landing? It’s a grave mistake, because truth be told, when you lose a battle you’re not thinking about the age of your opponent. You’re just frustrated you got your ass kicked. Now, can an eighty-year-old waltz out on the grand stage of Pain for Pride and do the impossible? Of course not, but I’m not eighty, and by winning the headlining match at Pain for Pride I’m not doing the impossible — I’m just breaking a barrier that’s finally within reach. Yet, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary, superstars that have created legacies and etched an indelible mark in this company are told by the likes of Ares Vendetta that their moment in the sun is finally over, that history has turned its page and with them begins a new chapter. Ares Vendetta’s words hold more weight to them because he’s the current Answers World Champion, but if I blinked, I couldn’t distinguish what he’s saying to me from what anybody else who has ever attempted to detract from my legacy has ever said. That Father Time is catching up to me, that I’m unable to accept my old age as if I'm some kind of fossil when truthfully — as hard as this is to believe — I am just now entering the prime of my career. Think about it. How can you possibly strategize your way to a victory against a man who has seen every attack, who has counteracted every wrestler’s offense, who is rarely surprised because he’s witnessed first-hand virtually everything and everyone this industry has to offer? That isn’t a dying breed; it’s a nonexistent breed. I’m one of one, a wrestler so unique that Ares Vendetta just resorts to his base instinct to essentially label me an over-the-hill has-been no different than the Mr. DEDEDE he defeated at Grand Rampage… Because as I’ve said all along, he can’t quite wrap his finger around me. He’s right about all the superficial simple things and egregiously wrong at anything he has to take a deep dive into because it’s too complex for him to understand; and I relish his folly, because I know that ignorance will turn into a fatal mistake at Pain for Pride 9 when he’s expecting me to direct my sights elsewhere only for the man that has promised victory to take the false step he thinks my boot is going to land on, and there you have it — a champion whose world has come undone entirely because he couldn’t overcome his hubris enough to recognize the nature of the competition standing before him.

A mountain of evidence doesn’t matter to Ares Vendetta. He learned from his broken-down hack father, so you’d expect that to be the case, naturally. But where your father’s wisdom failed you, mine will not. Underestimate me at Pain for Pride, mark me up as an afterthought, as easy prey, and in the end, the hunter — Ares Vendetta — will become the hunted. Why am I telling you this? Logic says that if you have a trump card to play, you should never reveal it beforehand. Logic says that if your opponent is ignorant to a secret that’s common knowledge to you, you should blur the lines even further just to muddle everything into chaos. But let’s face it, I just don’t believe Ares Vendetta! I don’t believe Ares Vendetta when he says this is his world. I don’t believe Ares Vendetta when he besmirches my name and claims I defiled the Answers World Championship when in fact I brought it every bit of the prestige that makes it a worthy championship to be featured in the Pain for Pride headliner. I don’t believe Ares Vendetta when he implies that challenging Vic Vendetta or Scott Oasis would have been an easier option after the Grand Rampage. I don’t believe Ares Vendetta when he’s so caught up in his own web of lies that he’s actually managed to convince himself I’M the one whose ignorance is bliss. I don’t believe Ares Vendetta when he says he surrounded himself with men faster, stronger, and smarter than me, because let’s be real, there is no comparison due to one simple fact — I am the only man of my kind. But I DO believe that he’s right in saying nobody will mention the man who was World Champion six times in the make-believe fantasyland that Ares Vendetta refers to as “his world,” because the people will never forget me in the real world — only one that’s completely imaginary. There’s one thing I agree with Ares Vendetta one-hundred-percent on; it’s the fact that I don’t belong in his world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s perfect, because on Sunday I’m not traveling to his world — he’s being exiled from mine.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 7:29 am by **Vic Vendetta**

The End of a Reign grows shorter

Do you know what you need Aren? You need knowledge you do not have that since you are this man who stands up as a legend for the little children who sit in their seats, holding their signs noticeable all around and shouting your name to tell you that they are revitalizing behind you. You do not have the unethical perfect to do what is important to win this match since you need to be a good example for those children since you need to scrutinize my past rule, yet not me. I could mind less on the off chance that they give me wealth or spit in my face when I stroll on the walkway, I do what I should to survive and flourish, which is the reason I flipped over Carlos table at the Fan Axxcess. No tyke is going to comprehend that and from your beliefs of pandering to the kids, you are simply one more kid too. You think the world is the two shades of highly contrasting, yet the dim is the place a large portion of these men lie in. Some are great men that are misconstrued; some are detestable men that individuals rally behind in light of the fact that they need to see the savagery that they convey to the fold, yet just the freshmen and the youngsters lie operating at a profit or white. We as a whole have a holy messenger inside us and we as a whole have a villain, it is just whether we acknowledge them. I have acknowledged them with open arms, however you avoid your devils. Investigate the icy unfeeling eyes of mine and you will see what creature lives inside them, scratching that the dividers that contain it so it can be discharged. Your heart may live on, your body may lift with it, however it will just take a quick movement of an Omega Driver to end everything for the Championship Reign of yours Aren and their legend. Make notification of that before you talk about me.

That might be extremely easy to say and I know others will be taking part at Pain For Pride recounted to you the same story yet when I step foot amidst the ring? I would prefer fundamentally not to tell that story. I need to demonstrate that story right. I need to re-order the certainties and create an impression. The ring is your demonstrating ground. For each man to ever venture between the ropes when that ringer rings you have your opportunity to substantiate yourself. Throughout the years I've demonstrated pretty much everything there is to demonstrate and my rundown of achievements ranges out over a whole rundown of potential outcomes however for where I am currently, you need to be, Aren. Better believe it, you hold the EAW Championship yet everybody realizes that you're not exactly... at that level... however. Some say it's simple for me to downsize somebody by the way that I've held the EAW Championship when very few others can say they have yet I don't need you to get it confounded. I would prefer not to befuddle poor little Aren once more. I'm not saying you aren't sufficiently proficient to win. What I'm stating, isn't me under-evaluating him. It's me, respecting the test that you can and ideally will convey to the table. I'm not a brilliance dog hoping to hold the cards, I'm a contender searching for the following test and hoping to end up EAW Champion by and by in light of the fact that God knows I cherish a test and this sort of match doesn't come around consistently. It's not each day I end up in the ring with two different contenders others and it's not each day you get an opportunity to leave with both EAW and CWF Championships and move somewhat encourage up the following rung of the step. It couldn't be any more obvious, this Pain For Pride? That comes around once consistently, similar to the Super Bowl or the World Series. Recognize what additionally comes around once every Aren, you and I both realize that Pain for Pride is the spot to be. That one spot where it doesn't make a difference how hard you run, what number of matches you win, what number of grants you take or what number of titles you win. It doesn't come any sooner and it doesn't promise you a spot yet here we both are Carlos included. Despite who you are and what you've done. The main thing that puts your name on the rundown of victors is the thing that you've done in that match.

When I strolled into this, Aren, I feel that I had a dream that was much more grounded than yours ever was and I felt as if you knew it as well and you detested that. You despised the way that I was straightforward and you abhorred the way that I was discovering my feet. You despised the way that I had the opportunity to surpass you a great deal sooner than you ever surpassed any other individual before you. Know why? Since I didn't commit the same errors you made. I expected much better of myself. I saw myself to hold something of a much higher quality. In the event that I could shoot for the moon, I'd travel my way around it twice just to get to where I needed to be. Just to guarantee that I didn't miss anything the first run through around. That is the sort of fellow I was. It's the sort of fellow regardless I am. So you'll need to comprehend my disappointment when there was presently fairness where there ought to have been. Since whilst you were jealous of the way I introduced myself, that being the reason you hooked on to your scorn for me in any case. My idea for Carlos, was that I didn't care for you. I didn't care for your choices, I didn't care for the way you cried about something you could've rather battled for. There's an obvious contrast between you and I. It's just plain obvious, I won the EAW Championship and caught the title from useless rivals. You neglected to catch the World Heavyweight Championship at Dynasty: I won on the grounds that all that I said was valid. You lost on the grounds that all that you said was created trash. You were no place close comparable to you asserted to be and pretty much as individuals had suspected already? You didn't earn a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. The truth is, that you never had a chance by any means. You got the same open door as I did however for each time I breezed through decisively? You fizzled. Since you don't have the heart to be the World Heavyweight Champion. The same way you don't have the heart to be the EAW Champion. You don't have the will to battle. You're commitment to your art is non-existent. You exit and into that ring like a zombie and the main thing that could spare you is whether they'd given me a chance to up into the rafters and permit me the allowed utilization of a crossbow. That would at any rate be enthralling to see however comical in the meantime like when I exit Pain For Pride as the champ.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 6:16 am by **Devan Dubian**

It really does not matter at this point what people think of my involvement in this match Y2Impact because the matter of fact is that it is happening. The only thing that will pertain relevance in a few days in not our slashed words or bets but rather what we do inside that ring so heed me as incompetent as you want, I am not going away. You have made it perfectly clear how you feel about my rematch clause but let us put the shoes on your feet and tell me you would not do the same. If you want to play court then you should realize that one of the questions that the jury begs the most whilst in court is, what would I do if I were in his position? So stand there as purely presumptuous you are and tell me that you would not do activate your rematch clause if you were in my position. You know as well as I do though that you are a hypocrite and if presented with the convenience will stab anyone on your way to the top to get what you want. That is the image you have painted of yourself over the years so when you start playing the hurt wanker card, all you are really doing is making yourself look like a bigger dunce than you already are. And you perfectly attest that by berating my 'selective' memory when I so openly admitted to my two losses against you and everything else atrocious that has happened to me in my past career. You see, I have no reason for cloaking for my identity anymore.. everyone already knows because it is public history so I have decided to make the most of it and just move on. What you so openly berate as a 'stroke of luck' career is not something I dissent, I am well aware that I struck gold after years of mining only dust but that does not mean that I did not make the most of my opportunity. We both know elitists who have struck gold in even a slighter time span yet have floundered to make anything of it whilst I took most of that advantage, won the Answers World Championship whilst headlining Pain for Pride and then went on to hold that title for five months before I was left cheaply impoverished by Ares Vendetta. So I realize that my career before last year may have not stacked luxuriously next to you but check yourself Y2Impact before you go on declaring shite opinions like that I should not be in the Hall of Fame based off of my current career. I have reclaimed myself and you much like everyone else turns a blind eye because you are reluctant to accept that the guy who you gladly overstepped for a quartet of a decade was shining his gold on Voltage whilst you withered away in the trenches of the inept tag team division. I suppose even overlords like you need to take a break from the scenery every once in a while but that is only the face argument, is it not? What you are really too apprehensive from admitting is the matter of fact that you were just not your old you anymore, you came back and realized that the world title scenery was just not a game of hot potatoes now; talent had engrossed and you were still stuck in the past. That was the real reason you never once stood up to challenge for my Answers World Championship during my Amazing reign on Voltage despite being on the roster because you did not want to be outed, you were simply too scared of losing. That has of course all changed now, you have transcended and even rose up to win the Grand Rampage but do not think that you are the first to do it or will be the last to ever do it. It seems you are the one suffering from the dementia of selective memory now Y2Impact but not only did I win the Grand Rampage last year, I too was coerced into a triple threat world title match. However I did not protest or anything like that because I knew that regardless of how many opponents stood on the opposite of the ring that night, I was going to be the only one to have the privilege of walking out of there the Answers World Championship. And that mindset has not changed this year either, they have even added another opponent in this time for a brighter unfolding of the match this time around but it will not deter me because I have done it before and I will do it again. I am smart enough to make my soles as nonvocal as they need to before finding the perfect time to attack where as you run around everyone howling smug remarks. You needed to conquest a total of thirty-nine and all I had to do was talk but at the end of the day, we are in the same position and in the same match so you tell me who the real lawyer here is and who the jester is. Once you get over that which is already done and start focusing on what is right in front of you, you might actually get past the two other competitors in this match and finally almost catch up to me. You will be close Y2Impact, that is until you realize that Amazing really does conquer Quintessential at the end.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 5:28 am by **MTM**

Kendra Shamez Promo 3

The ignorance of some people can be astounding.

I’ve gone against many people throughout my career. I’ve competed against the best this business has to offer. And I have also competed against complete jokes. Women who have deemed themselves as wrestlers but in reality all they are were models in wrestling costumes. For once I’ll get off of MY high horse and give you some credibility – you’re good, Sheridan. Are you happy? Is that what you needed to get out of your sad, depressed stage once and for all? Are you the type of person who is so insecure that you need a “atta’ boy!” every now and then? See, that’s the difference between you and I. I don’t need anyone to tell me how good I am because I KNOW that I’m the shit. I know that I am untouchable and no one can tell me otherwise. You can call me hard headed, stubborn but I welcome those words with open arms. I know what I am, I know who I’ve done and I know what I’m going to do. I know that the way I ended things with Rey wasn’t received with positive reviews but at this point of my career I don’t give a flying fuck about what anyone says. What happened between Rey and I was well deserved. She didn’t live up my expectations. She didn’t do what I had asked her to do. She let me down and she let my family down. People like that don’t deserve my time and I can easily cut them off like trimming fat off of a chicken thigh. It’s that easy and I feel no remorse, no emotion – nothing. I feel nothing. You think I’m going to have some sympathy for you?

This one dimensional character has a lot to say about you, Sher. The days go by and I can go on and on about you. I congratulate you on that fact because for the most part, I have nothing to say about my opponents. You surely are something different. You have this dictator instinct – you want to make this division yours. You want everyone to bow down to you every chance they get. You want people to gasp once they meet their eyes with yours. I can understand with those wishes however, in my case, instead of wishing for it, it actually happened. I had people look at me with amazement as I walked through the streets. My career is something to not shit on, Sheridan. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have a division to want to take over. You’d probably still be in some sort of German concentration camp trying to wrestle Jewish survivors any chance you’d get. If it wasn’t for me, EAW wouldn’t know what the fuck German Efficiency would be. You can’t be humble for once, Sheridan? You’re a complete fucking moron. A complete fucking moron. And something that I must address since I haven’t done so in the past couple of weeks – I interfered with your cash in because I wanted you to feel how it was like to have an important opportunity ripped away from your stubby little hands. Do you remember the pain you felt as I hit you in the back of the neck out of nowhere? The moment of complete disparity as you saw your chance of becoming Specialist Champion slowly slip out of your hands? That’s how it felt for Rey. That’s how it felt for me. It doesn’t feel so nice, doesn’t it? I’m sorry to inform you, Sheridan, but you’re going to feel the same way, if not worse, at Pain for Pride. You’re going to regret the day you ever fucked with me. I can’t put into words how much I want to rip that poorly dyed hair out of your fucking head.

Efficiency isn’t what we need in this division. What we need is a change. We need a change, desperately. Looking at you girls fight like animals is like having needles and pins stabbing every inch of my body. I remember when the women of this division graced themselves. Look at me – I am the utter representation of what a real Vixen should be like. Classy, fearless, talented and fierce. None of you, absolutely NONE of you have those attributes. I live in a mansion filled with items worth more than you, Sheridan, whereas you probably live in the most raggedy apartment known to mankind. I dress with prestige and I handle myself in that manner. Look at you, you’re disgusting. A person like me – a woman that is high class shouldn’t have to lower herself to the level of people like you. You’re filth, you’re a low class citizen. You disgust me, but sometimes we have to do what we have to do in order to have your point get across. Sometimes I wonder why people like you weren’t born with logic, Sheridan. But don’t worry, it can be taught. You’re not completely ruined.

Pain for Pride has always been a time and place where feuds end and new careers begin. This is a new era in my career. I’m ready to show why I call myself the OG Vixen, the woman who paved the way for all of you who are ready to compete in the same even that I am. Our division is finally taken seriously as two of the best battle it out for the Vixens title and the Specialist title is shown with much class and prestige. Before I conclude my beautiful speech, I have to say one more thing until we meet in the ring, Sheridan; I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m going to be the reason that your career ends. I’m sorry that I’m going to be the reason that you go into obscurity. I’m sorry. I really am – well, no, not really. You deserve every single bit of pain you’re going to endure mentally and physically. But I’m going to do you a favor and stop there. I’ll see you at Pain for Pride, sweetie. Don’t try to be too nervous, it’ll all be over before you know it, I promise.

THE OG VIXEN HAS SPOKEN.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 4:34 am by **Ares Vendetta**

It takes just one spark.

Just one.

Before your very eyes, everything you’ve built from day one will go up in flames, and perhaps you too will join it amongst the ashes when you can’t take it anymore and throw yourself in, hoping to save even one relic, and should you survive, you will hold that relic just a dearly as you would hold this Championship, because it will be your entire World. It will be all that remains of your Legacy when the rest has burned down and the ash has gone with the wind. You’ll have all the time in the World to cherish that relic - that last piece of your empire. You were once here, and a day will come when no soul will be around to remember it but you. Time will have had its way with you, and you will look upon yourself: wrinkled, tremoring, alone, bitter. It’s not a desirable future, but it’s the only one you’ve got. There comes a time when you have a decision to make, and your’s was at the horizon of Pain For Pride, after you so impressively won the Grand Rampage. Thirty-nine poor souls looked upon you in despair and watched you point your finger in my direction. All you had to do was point it elsewhere. All it took to save you from this outcome was to point it at Vic Vendetta or Scott Oasis. You could have thought better of it, had you weighed everything. Had you thought more about what you had to lose than to gain. I hold here the Championship you were the first man to defile, and I hold here the Championship you’ve possessed more than anyone else in this company. It’s not knowing that you can topple me and take this gold from my waist that brought you here. It’s all a matter of pride, and isn’t it always? Better men than you have come and fallen for the sake of something - in hindsight - so trivial. People all throughout the history of the World cling to things so superfluous, and more often than not, it’s their undoing. More often than not, it’s what leads to their enemies writing down their failure in the book of time. This Championship means everything to you, not being a World Champion that means everything to you, and that’s all it took. That’s all the motivation you needed to look my eye, throw your gauntlet down, and say the words “I challenge you at Pain For Pride”. That’s where it all went wrong. That’s where you struck the spark that ignited your World into flames, and though I’ve enjoyed watching the flames lick up everything you hold dear while you remain blissfully ignorant, there’s nothing that will bring me greater joy than stepping on the last ember of what remains and kicking away the ashes into the dirt.

You look at the name branded upon my flesh and you don’t see a scar that’s healed.

You see your own name waiting to join it.

The reason I was motivated to step onto the filthy, disgusting surface of this company at all is the fact that I sometimes take perhaps too much pleasure in my work. It feels like only yesterday that I was a part of the most competitive circuit of professional wrestling in the World. I learned that violence isn’t just an action, but an art. I spent my life bleeding and bruising and breaking my bones until I could be the one on the other end, shedding the blood, bruising the bodies, and breaking the bones. I surrounded myself in men stronger than you, faster than you, and smarter than you. A World you’ve perhaps only sampled, but perhaps not. I took to their ways so obsessively that I the day came when they considered I’d gone too far, and sent me to Hell. The Hell of a lesser World, filled with inferior men, brandishing unimpressive weapons and calling themselves Champions when they haven’t even begun to comprehend the meaning of the word. I didn’t take it upon myself to come here by choice, I merely adapted. I was sent to Hell, and I embraced it. I wrote the names upon my body and I embraced the Hell I was surrounded with until I became the Devil himself. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, and here upon my flesh, branded into it and never going away is my proof. Once upon a time, I was a man that knew nothing. I indulged myself in the feeling of power. I allowed the high of dominance to drive me, and the pleasure I took in all of it gave me the greatest defeat of my life. I will not look back in anger at it. I love the taste of defeat that still lingers in my mouth. I love the smell of smoke coming off of the fire I started. All it took was once insignificant spark to send everything I’d worked towards ablaze, and it turned to ash before my very eyes.

I enjoy what I do to you.

I will not allow it to stop me from leaving you a defeated man.

It’s business between you and I, but there’s a hint of pleasure that I get from it.

In the World I will build, no one will talk of the man that held a Championship six times. They will speak only of the greatest reign of them all. You’ve shrunk yourself down and enjoyed reigning over this little village. This tiny bubble that I call this company, and I do call it that. It burns you deep down to know what it is. You’ve spent your entire career serving in Hell when you could have been ruling it. There may be no vengeance to be sought between you and I, but there is a hate unlike any other that boils in our blood when we look into the other’s eyes. We see everything we hate, and only one can be righteous. Only one will be victorious, and I’m afraid it won’t be you. Your fire has started, and this little village you’ve built an empire on will burn come Pain For Pride. You’ve wasted your youth climbing up a hill and falling back down when you could have been conquering mountains. I hold this Answers World Championship not as the World Champion of Elite Answers Wrestling, but as THE World Champion. From the West Coast of the United States of America, all everything East of it, and back to my home of Japan. I reign as not a World Champion, but a Champion of the World, and this repulsive company will act only as my bridge, because I will use it to cross over into every single territory known to man and shatter the walls every mongrel has been hiding behind until they have nowhere left to go. You stand there only as one of three, and I will stand above as the only one. The ONLY one.

Find a God to believe in.

Find a someone to love.

Find something better to do with what time you have left after everything has burned away.

You don’t belong here.

You don’t belong in my World.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 3:30 am by **Tarah Nova**

Comeback---PAIN FOR PRIDE NINE#4

“Risk it all, I'm gonna risk it all
I'm gonna break my back and risk it all
I'm gonna pick my spot, take my shot,
Swallow my pride and risk it all
I'm gonna risk it all
And I won't look back
I'm gonna pick my spot,
Take my shot, swallow my pride
And risk it all”
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Simple minded? Ignorant? Deceitful? Oh JJ, you must have me mixed up with someone else. No JJ I am nothing more than the sarcastic leader of this division. A liar? No not at all. You must realize that when I speak, I speak the truth. People might see me as being a blunt bitch but from my side that's the only way I can get to you people. People don't listen when someone is nice to them. Like I said before that's one thing I will not do in this match. I won't play nice with anyone on either team. And with you as the fearless New Breed champion, I'm going to be the bluntest to you. You say you are a warrior and that you are a fighter but all I see when you're in the ring is a weak and pathetic wrestler. You are nothing but a squealing pig, trying to fight his way away from the slaughterhouse but let's face it, with Pain for Pride only two days away, it's no use. JJ, there's nowhere you can hide now. There's no Shadow you can hide in; no hole you can run too. All there is is you and me in the middle of that ring and I want nothing to do with a knock some sense into you. All you do is talk. All you do is ramble about how you are proud of yourself but what is there to be proud of? You being a mediocre champion that is riding the coattails of Zach Crash. Yeah I finally said it JJ. I know you didn't win that Championship on your own. Not when you have the Omerta in your corner. Though your nickname for them fits perfectly in my eyes. Code of Greed--- Ah, is that a seven sin I see? Greed. A Noun. Meaning to have an intense and selfish desire for something especially wealth and power. Sounds alot like you. You are power hungry. You feed off of Crash's power that he holds in EAW. You desire to be nothing more but to be the best and here I stand, blocking your every move. To be honest, Your selfish, JJ. You think of no one else but yourself and your championship and it makes me laugh. For so long people thought I was the greedy and selfish one. They thought all I wanted was the gold and to I make myself look better than the rest but that's not the case. If you truly knew me and my story, you would have noticed that I have done everything for these fans and my division. Those are the two things that keep me alive and fighting and I won't let someone like you stain my name. Though you are right about one thing. Last year this division was dying but the thing is no one wanted to step up to the plate and bring it back to life. No one but me. For the whole year I've given everything for this division. I gave everyone My Blood Sweat and Tears. I'm sure I was knocked out a few times but I got up and fought back with everything I had. People like you always believe you know people like me. It's funny how blind a greedy man is because those are the ones who are usually calling saints like the names like liar. But that doesn't matter to me, JJ. Frankly, I have been called everything under the sun. From ruthless bitch to whore and slut. All those names and not one of them describes me. Only two words describe me and that is Leader and Killer. At Pain for Pride, I'm going to enjoy beating your greedy ass into the ground. I'm done dealing with you're useless words. I'm just done with you. So please continue to rant about how you are this amazing wrestler you are because unlike you, I will be proving it in the ring I pay for pride. I don't need fancy words to help me backup my fighting styles. All you need to know is that I will be the last one in that ring. I will surpassed every single person in this match because I have the power to do so. And with that power comes strong responsibilities and I promise you I'm going to be the one responsible for your loss the Pain for Pride---But don't worry, JJ, once you lose, at Least you will Zach's coattails to ride on.

[Before Tarah continues she randomly starts to laugh loudly]

Oh Lucas!! It seems that I'm getting under your skin. What? Did you not take kindly to the words that I said to you. Is a little vixen like myself pissing big bad boy like you off? If so then perfect. It's perfect because you're finally learning that I'm not just some Vixens like the others. Trust me when I say, I'm more than. I'm a Spitfire compared to them and to see that I'm making you sweat, shows me that I'm doing my job right. No, you said something it made me burst out laughing though. You said you broke a lot of people's arms so I shouldn't play games with you? Please! Been there, done that and it won't happen again. Lucas you need to realize that you're not a tough man who can snap my arm like a twig. Furthermore you're not Xavier Williams. You're not capable of Breaking Me Like he did a couple of months ago. Since then, I have proven myself to be tougher than the rest. I'm not weak or foolish. I'm stronger then I look, kid and I'm not going to give up because a piece of shit like you was threatening me. Oh and another, you're not a god, Lucas. You can't walk on water. You're not immortal, no. You're nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. A facade to hide the scared child that lives inside you. I know your weakness. I can see it your eyes. You think you're so high-and-mighty but once you get in that ring, you're just going to become just another victim. I will personally make you wish you were never in this match to begin with. You think I'm going to need my boyfriend to save me from you? Cute. Actually you're going to need your new butt buddy, Venom, to come in and save you from me once I'm done with you. I mean let's face that facts, princess, I have you beat. I have you whining in the corner while everyone in EAW is laughing at your pain. You think I'm bullshiting everything? You believe the New Breed Team has the Vixens beat? Nah, they don't. You have nothing against us. No words that can destroy me. Nothing in your Armory that can knock me down a notch because let's face it, I'm simply better than you and you know it. So you will soon realise that you got yourself in way to beep with me. Lucas, you have messed with the wrong Vixen and at Pain for Pride I'm going to enjoy whippin the floor with you. For too long I have wasted my time proving you wrong. I have shot comeback after comeback, making you rethink ever pissing me off. So at Pain for Pride, I'm going to show you which one of us is truly the better wrestler by defeating 9 others in that ring. I'm going to have you in that ring, crying like a baby as you tap that mat to my Crimson Star. So when it all comes to end, I will make sure that your first pain for pride is your last! THAT'S GOD.

Now speaking of pieces of shit, Venom you finally woken up from you alcohol induced coma and all I need to say is, please go back into it. We didn't need to see you trying to get laid and failing at it. And I personally didn't need to hear those comments you had about me. You do realise that Pain for Pride isn't a dating service right? It's not a sports bar either. It the grandest wrestling stage of them all and it's also the place where I'm going to drop kick you ugly mug back to your hick town. You nothing special, Venom. You're just an old drunk that thinks he can get with anyone he wishes but not me. Fuck that shit. I'm not someone you have to be gently with because if you even try that shit, i'm going to knock your teeth down your fucking throat. Oh and newsflash, what makes you think I would leave a GOD to be with you? Don't make me laugh---or puke for that matter. Your a fuckin’ white trash cowboy with nothing left but his hat. I'd never wanna touch you but sadly I have to get in the ring with you. So at Pain for Pride I'm going to inject you with some Novacaine and watch as your chances of becoming the New Breed Champion slips out of your grasp. Oh and if you EVER touch my Championship again, I will end you...Trust me, I'm a woman of my word...

[Tarah glares before rolling her eyes about the next two people..]

God, do I hear a little anger in your voice Azumi? Did I upset you? Awes, well if I did, let me be the first to say that I don't care. I'm happy that I got you talking. I’m pleased that I lit this fire in you because let's face it, you would be sitting with your thumb up your ass, if I didn't. Though now that you spoken all I need you say is shut up, Azumi. You think you're a better wrestler than me because you watched it on TV? Please... While you were a little kid watching it on TV, I was on in a wrestling ring beating up women bigger than me. Back then I was Unstoppable and right now I still am. You are nothing but an immature little brat, clinging onto any bad thing a person says to you. See that's where you are different from that rest of these vixens. You believe you are the Queen of Puroresu but I'm here to say that you are nothing but the fool of it. You don't have what it takes to wrestle on my level. I simply don't care that you were in a 45 minute Iron Josh Match. Woo-hoo want a cookie? That's nothing compared to what I have been through. For 10 years I have been wrestling in different companies and It took so long to become the wrestler that I am today. Tarah Nova is not made out of sugar, spice and everything nice, Azumi. No, I'm made out of broken ribs, a few head injuries and so many cuts on my body, I lost count. I'm not a pushover like you are. Over the course of 10 years, I've been in 15 inferno matches and 6 death matches. I should've died years ago but look, I'm still kicking. I'm still here leading this division because vixens like you can't do shit without a leader. So truthfully, you can rant to me about how while I was doing some not in a gym, you were training. See I've already heard at shit this week from Steph and it's just a repeat for me, so try again. Azumi, I don't care who you are or where you came from, all that matters is here and now. And right now I'm going to to break you. I'm going to show you and all the other vixens in this fucking match why I am the best. Since day 1 of being EAW, I did nothing but proven to the haters that I am as amazing as I say I am. I've come along way since then and I'm see the best. I am the leader of this division and I'm going to make you believe that. So come on Azumi, cut the crap and believe in the hype, believe in Tarah Nova.

And lastly...

Still I'm waiting for your ass to speak, Honda. I am sitting here tapping my foot just waiting to hear your reason of why you should be the New Breed Champion. But I guess it won't come. I guess I should just shoot you down again and again till you think about leaving EAW. I mean that's my goal for you. For you to leave because let's face it, you can't make it here. You have swam out too far and now you're drowning. I can see you threshing your arms for help but no one will save you. It's hard not to laugh as you go under the waves and sink to the bottom. AND the thing is I didn't do this to you. You did this to yourself. You made yourself the bad guy and the enemy of the vixens. You, Honda, painted a target on your back. You can't blame anyone but yourself. This is all bittersweet for me, ya know. I wanted to be the one that held your head under the water. I wanted to kill everything you stood for. Hell maybe I still can.. fuck it, I will. At Pain for Pride, Honda, I'm going to be that one that finally finishes you off. For too long I have sat here and listened to all the complaints about everything. I tried to be the bigger woman but I can't do it anymore. I'm doing to kill you off, Honda. I'm doing to rip you apart and feed you to the sharks. TEST ME NOT.

When it's all said and done, I will be the one that will have their hand raised in victory. For everything that I've done for this division and for this company; I deserve to remain the Specialist Champion. Eight months ago, I returned and I made my climb back to the top. I went through everything! From fighting in a deathmatch against Madison to facing my former best friend in a ladder match for the Hall of Fame Championship. I have done it all and more. So let me be the first one to tell you all that I'm going to regain my championship. I'm not going to stop till I'm the last vixen in the ring. Pain for Pride is my kingdom and I'm going to make sure all of you bow before me.

Believe that.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 3:17 am by **Nasir Escobar**

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO 7

Greatness Awaits

"When life puts you in a tough situation

don't say why me? Just say try me!"

What's Poppin tho Chris Elite. Oh hell yeah your ass heard right. Soundin all surprised and shit. And oh about Brooklyn where you're from? Are they all little punk asses like you? Or are they big dumb retards like your pal Mike? The point is this Elite. You talk about how Brooklyn isn't a place you wanna visit? Well keep this in mind. The Nas spent a lot of his years growin up in Newark. Newark of all places. The Nas didn't have it easy as a kid at all. Pops would say to the little Nas. "Hey kiddo, don't go outside of the viewpoint of front window alright." Why? Because there was gang warfare, rapists, and all sorts of psychos and people with lethal intentions just waiting to get their hands on a little boy. Elite you think you know so much. Clearly you are taking this L because you have not done your research. Not only that but...that so called family you shit talked of mine? You know, the ones you said that could go fuck themselves. Well half of them are big ass Samoans who make ya boi look like scrawny ass Phoenix Winterborn or somethin. Big ass three hundred pound guys back in the days when wrestling didn't need a label of Elite or Extreme, they just went out and whooped ass without question. Elite they will beat the absolute shit out of you even in their forties and fifties without hesitation. Just like The Nas will at Pain For Pride. Oh and the other half, includes the current Vixens Champion, Aria Jaxon. The Nas' own cousin. You know Aria huh? Well you should because she's the same girl you were thirstin like a leech in the damn Sahara desert over on social media. For someone so Elite, you seem to be going to quite the Extreme lengths to get a rise out of all of us in the Cash In The Vault ladder match. And even though The Nas hates to admit it and give you some credit, it's incredibly effective and is serving you very well right now...of course that's merely right now though. Because for your incredible smacktalk you've earned a prize. You'll get it at Pain For Pride. It is The Nas taking a ladder, folding it. Turnin that sum' bitch sideways. And stickin it straight up your candy ass! And as far as your little list? Well you can shove that one up Big Mike's ass! All that matters Elite is this. You just know your role, shut your mouth, and BRING IT!

Rhaegar...why do I still speak to you? I gain nothing but annoyance. The People gain nothing but boredom. It's a lose lose for everyone involved. Wait wait wait. There is one person that benefits, and that is Rhaegar. It all makes sense now. The only way Rhaegar can feel special about himself is by having someone of much higher status than him around here and someone who actually has a future here namedrop you. Now The Nas understands the meaning of all this. The Nas has put all the pieces to the puzzle together here. The Nas has solved the mystery of why Rhaegar continues to fight him in this losing battle. Well either that or Rhaegar is just the absolute dumbest man walking god's green earth today. That's always still an option. Or perhaps it's both. We cannot rule that out either. Rhaegar no one is joking around here. The only joke IS YOU! GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS SKULL ALREADY! And you sit there and compare me to Chris Elite. Well I think after what Elite stated earlier about me, how I feel about that little comparison. Then again this is Rhaegar we're talking about, can't expect too much from him. But then you have the nerve to say that The Nas is not facing legends because of his fate, and his ridiculous traits? If you mean The Nas traits of being entertaining and the people being genuinely invested in whatever he does, then sure The Nas supposes. But as far as fate is concerned. What in the blue hell is that supposed to mean? The Nas sure as hell is in this year's Cash In The Vault ladder match do to fate. That much is true. But you clearly mean it in a negative connotation, to which The Nas has several counter arguments. FIRST, You're in this match too. SECOND, This is a highly contested match that many fans all over the globe are interested in. THIRD, The Nas has a MUCH higher chance of facing legends of this business than you ever could. The Nas has clean swept Liam Catterson AND taken on BOTH the Answers World Champion AND Extreme Answers Wrestling Champion in highly contested wars. To even further prove The Nas' point, this all happened in the time span of...ONE MONTH! You know what is remarkable, the fact that the higher ups in this company even keep your dumb ass around! Moving the hell on before The Nas loses his damn sanity and drops his IQ to zero because of this bastard.

Lioncross, you cry out for new material to be used against you? You cry out for someone to talk trash about you and not bring up CWF. Not bring up all the old shit that constantly gets tossed at you. Well you're in luck. Because The Nas is just the guy to help you out with that. Now keep this in mind, you'll have to accept some things when it comes to this. Although you're a trooper LC, The Nas likes that about you. You don't let anything dampen your mood or get in the way of your goals in life. Those are some of the same values The Nas tries to instill into himself on a daily basis. Just keep this in mind before The Nas goes on. Alright then. Lioncross, the most humiliating loss of your career...well you don't have one. Yet. Oh but you will...by the end of the weekend you will. Because The Nas won't bring up a disappointment from your past. That's pointless for a guy like you. But what The Nas can do is talk about your soon to be greatest defeat. At Pain For Pride Nine, LIVE in MI-AMI, Surrounded by the millions...and MILLIONS of The Nas' fans as they all chant his name, NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! And within that Nine man Cash In The Vault ladder match, he pulls down that Briefcase and secures the world title opportunity that he has been longing for his entire career! These are just facts LC. It's already solidified. Everyone knows it. The Nas knows it. The People know it. The commentators know it. The ring announcer knows it. Even you know it deep down. Although you hate to admit it. And why is that? It's very simple, it is for the one fact that it would mean that everything you've been going through the past couple of weeks, couple of months, your very presence in the land of the elite, and you signing the dotted line to join EAW itself will all be in question. And while you're pondering all of that, The Nas will be feastin over his monumental victory.

Tig Kelly. You know what it's like man. Not the Cash In The Vault. And not Pain For Pride. But no what The Nas is referring to is knowing you have an opportunity to reach super stardom. An opportunity to immortalize yourself. To make sure your name rests in the history books for all time and no one ever forgets it. You have felt that, and know that experience...because you have challenged for the World Heavyweight Championship before. But you also know what it feels like to reach that moment, get oh so very close to actually achieving true greatness when no one saw it coming or thought that you ever could, then have it all taken away from you in the blink of an eye. Within a moment's notice your opportunity gone. You chance dashed away from you. And The Nas is so sure you don't want to revisit that moment. You don't want to envision that happening again. You don't want something of that level or heaven forbid an even worse moment come to you. Unfortunately Tig, although The Nas not only likes you, but he respecks you. With all DO respeck, he's going to HAVE to recreate that moment for you, but on a much grander level. On a much larger stage. In a more crushing defeat. Only one man can prosper, and that will be The Nas. At any cost, at any length, it simply just does not matter whatsoever. The Nas endorses you getting more opportunities, however The People's Choice is going to have to snag and secure this one right for himself. Does The Nas deserve to be on top of this company? Oh BELIEVE IT! You can bet your ass The Nas does. The Nas has been in big matches, he has not suffered a Cash In The Vault loss and he doesn't plan on it, and The Nas sure as hell has not and doesn't not have any intentions of losing to you Tig. The Nas stated his credentials a bit earlier if you care to take the time to view just a sample of them. Oh and he'll be adding one more to them by the end of the weekend, Mr. Cash In The Vault!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 3:12 am by **Victor Maero**

Saving The Fallen

The scene opens with Maero sitting in a cabin. The cabin is overgrow with weeds and stained dark. There is a ring where the wood is still looks new, there aren’t any weeds in the circle either. Maero’s chair rests directly in the middle of the circle. A beam of moonlight makes Maero’s black suit look almost purple.

Maero: “Nobi, we don’t wear costumes. Erebos wears face paint, but the rest of the Sanatorium show nothing but our true face to the world. I get the comedian half, I do talk about a lot of jokes. Like you for example. But really, butchers? That want to make a living at a butchers shop… HOW ELSE WOULD BUTCHERS MAKE A LIVING? You don’t think our meat looks good? Do you have something against long pig? Nobi, do you even listen to me? Of course not, you don’t respect me enough. But I’d much rather not have your respect. Because the only person who seems to have that respect is yourself, and I’d hate to be in your mind.”

Maero stands and kicks his chair backwards.

Maero: “Alright Christian, let’s get this over with. Do you know how to do ANYTHING but say how wrong people are? Because you’re yet to display that. I’m not trying to intimidate you, just send a message. Unfortunately the only one who seems to be even vaguely open minded is… No one. When have I been sarcastic? WHEN HAVE I BEEN-”

Maero runs his hands through his hair and walks in a circle.

Maero: “DO YOU FUCKING LISTEN EITHER? DOES ANYONE ACTUALLY PAY A SHRED OF ATTENTION?”

Maero breaths heavily for a second. He slowly calms himself.

Maero: “I’ve realize you don’t brag. You just try to be condescending and end up sounding like more of an idiot than you started, so props on finding a number higher than infinity. . I didn’t tell you about ONI because YOU care, I was defending my mentors honor, something you would never understand.I didn’t step up to the plate because I had to attempt to get into the Cash In The Vault match, something I actually came close to, unlike your sorry ass.”

Maero rubs his temples for a second.

Maero: “You’re wrong actually. You get three Fs. You missed the organ, that’s number one. Two, Eclipse is fighting Hades the Hellraiser, someone you didn’t even dent. Three, you’re mocking the person who is going to beat you, maybe even kill you, not wise. I knew you were dumb, but you’re just taunting the sharks before you jump in the water. Three Fs. Congratulations, you flunked elementary school.”

Maero stamps on the ground. Several cockroaches scurry out from the floorboards and run in different directions.

Maero: “Kenny Drake. This isn’t a killing floor. This isn’t your den. This is war, and war is Hell. So guess who has the home field advantage? Trust me, this won’t be my first visit.”

Maero cracks his knuckles.

Maero: “Soon I will make sure the name Maero is screamed inside that arena. I swear to god, no, all the gods that I will win this goddamn match. This is a war. A war of blood and steel, a war of pain and bone. I’m in my element, I’ve been given the greatest proving ground, the finest battlefield to show what I can do, I’ve been given a stage to shed as much blood as possible. I prefer not to speak of such things, but this is my moment in the spotlight. I won’t give it up to anyone, I won’t let another chance to slip through my fingers. Today, life will rise. My preaching begins…”

Maero walks over and picks up his chair. He returns it to the weedless ring illuminated by moonlight and sits down.

Maero: “Now.”

Fade to darkness.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 3:01 am by **Impact**

Sometimes I don't understand why people do the things they do. Why they stare at the stars in the curtain of night, why they make fools of themselves and fall on their asses attempting to dance when they clearly can't, and in the case of one Tyler Parker, why they're willing to tell bold-faced lies to an audience of millions just for the sake of propping themselves up on a pedestal they could never ascend on otherwise. Tyler Parker can't climb to the top of the ladder of success on his own merits, so instead he targets me and piggybacks off of my fame to catapult himself. He spreads lies about my success in a poor attempt to convince people that I haven't been the same Y2Impact, he acts like I haven't addressed his claims, as if they even deserve to be responded to, like millions of people didn't witness me outlast him in the Grand Rampage despite the fact that he entered over ten spots later than I did. He wants to make jokes about how I couldn't possibly endure longer than him, how I can't even last long with HBG -- and I can promise you she'd disagree, which Tyler will then no doubt claim is just to protect my ego -- but the most prominent factor in all of this that Tyler has noticeably ignored at every turn is the fact that just two months ago I did something nobody else throughout the long annals of history has ever accomplished. It would be one thing if Tyler Parker wasn't in the Grand Rampage match, but like thirty-eight others, he too had the perfect chance to guarantee his spot at Pain for Pride. Yet he's asking why I'm not entertaining this claim he's levying against me that I'm not the same Y2Impact, this cockamamie idea that my career ended two years ago when he beat me in a Best of Three Falls match at Pain for Pride 7. Do you wanna go all CSI and examine the evidence? Would a full-fledged investigation please you? Fact is, before I lost to Tyler Parker at Pain for Pride 7, I was losing matches left and right to scrubs that in previous years couldn't even hold my jockstrap. Yet somehow, just because Tyler Parker was the guy that faced me at Pain for Pride instead of the no-names that had been defeating me on Showdown in the weeks building up to that oh-so momentous event, he starts getting this idea that he's solely responsible for my demise when in fact the image of me at PFP 7 as a defeated, battered, injured man is actually what inspired me to rehab so hard that I could finally make a comeback -- making him responsible for my renaissance. But truthfully, no matter how much you want to talk yourself up and boast about your victories over me and pretend they're somehow going to matter in the wild confines of that four-way at Pain for Pride, your victory against me on Voltage was more impressive than your victory against me at Pain for Pride 7 because you're wrong to begin with; I've been better in every way, shape, and form during my current tenure than in any era in the past, but ESPECIALLY the twilight period of 2014. I'll even go on record and admit right now that I was a shell of my former self, so go ahead, Tyler, brag! Boast that you defeated Y2Impact's ghost and make up cute little fantasy stories about how you sense self-doubt in my tone, but when I expose you at Pain for Pride and win the Answers World Championship, none of your victories are going to matter. Suddenly, you're going to be forced to answer for your lies with a microphone stuffed in your face; everyone, the entire wrestling populace, questioning whether they should ever believe another word that comes out of Tyler Parker's mouth because he told them the fattest, ugliest lie they've ever heard... He told them Y2Impact was finished.

Are you going to apologize, Tyler? Are you going to apologize to your adoring fans for lying to them, for lying to all of the little Tyler Parker's out there in the crowd that idolize you? Are you going to apologize for slandering my name and guaranteeing that you could defeat Y2Impact? Are you going to apologize for claiming you humiliated and embarrassed me after I do the same exact thing to you at Pain for Pride? Will it be handwritten or will you show everyone how sincere you actually are by recording an emotional video crying and begging for forgiveness? Like I said, I can't win the Answers World Championship by suing you for libel in court, but I can force you to answer for the lack of respect you've put on my name through other means -- corporal punishment. The glass shards you had to pick out of your face after Ares Vendetta violently slammed it through that ambulance window will seem like nothing compared to the hell I put you through at Pain for Pride.

I paint a clear picture, but for the self-doubt you claimed to have sensed in my tone, by admitting that you losing at Pain for Pride means everything you've done and said before means nothing... You've drawn a masterpiece. That's a work of art you'll live to regret. In the future, you'll come back to those fateful words you said wishing you hadn't. You'll be haunted by them like a nightmare you can never escape from as you spiral to the bottom of the mountain you once climbed atop. Then, in the perfect twist of irony, the sharp teeth of the beast that you swear has eaten me alive will finally make a meal out of you... Self-doubt. How's that for poetic justice? You're not just going to have to apologize for failing your supporters; you're going to have issue an individual apology to every person that ever placed an inkling of faith in you, because when you walk away from the headlining match of Pain for Pride a listless, dejected and broken man unable to accept that he lost, you won't just be failing yourself. You'll be failing all of them, too.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 2:05 am by **Impact**

Sometimes, it’s nothing personal.

Just business.

And that’s exactly how I’m approaching current Answers World Champion Ares Vendetta in this match. I don’t have any reason to seek vengeance on him like Tyler Parker or Devan Dubian, but because of that, I also have no underlying distractions — it allows me to solely focus on capturing my record-breaking seventh reign. Of course, when someone thinks they’re spitting facts when in fact they’re spreading lies, I correct them. I corrected Ares Vendetta when he insisted I was just another mongrel by reminding him that my career opened in this company with me being a blue chip prospect from day one. If anything, I’m the thoroughbred in this match with the highest pedigree and the rest of them are mongrels; but I’m no fool. I know that mongrels, like bastards, have a way of motivating themselves to the top despite the fact they were never born to reach it. It’s the folly of the can’t-miss prospect, the reason the wrestlers predicted by everyone to succeed so very often fail — because this idea is instilled in them from day one that they’re meant to be great, they’re meant to outshine others, they have success written all over them and nothing can erase it. They start developing entitlement issues, thinking their spot as a top-flight competitor is irrevocably cemented instead of earned. They believe in their own BS, but the “mongrels” and the “bastards” who rose from nothing realize they have to chip away at everything they can possibly get, they realize nothing is promised to them, and that’s exactly why they’re so dangerous. So unlike Ares Vendetta, I don’t underestimate them because I know more than anyone that’s a fatal mistake. Because I’m not stubborn, because I’ve learned from my experiences, and because I’m battle-tested, I realize it’s more often the ones you underestimate that you should be concerned about than the ones you’re supposed to be terrified of. I know how to deal with the fatherless bastards that have no place to call home, I know how to strip them of their desire to win, and I know how to ensure they never see a light at the end of the tunnel; but Ares Vendetta skipped the steps, he went straight to brushing and forgot to floss, so to him the hungry and ambitious are all just blanketed under one umbrella as if they’re all the same — pigeonholed as unfit to become champion. He’ll say he’s not worried about losing his Answers World Championship at Pain for Pride not because his opponents are skilled competitors, but instead because he has more confidence in his own abilities than in anyone else’s talent to overcome what he does inside that ring, when the truth of the matter is that it’s just a tired excuse to stroke his own ego and repress the idea that his gold could soon find itself strapped around another man’s waist while he ignores them and brands them afterthoughts until in a moment of truth he’s forced to acknowledge that another man is World Champion.

I thought Ares Vendetta was finally giving me my proper respect, but all of that unraveled when he qualified my legendary status as exclusive to the “tiny bubble” that he apparently thinks EAW is. I’m glad you believe you reign over a Kingdom that in the grand scheme of everything is ultimately worthless, because in saying so you only confirm what I have known for weeks — you sit on a plastic chair wearing a crown of thorns.

That is your throne, that’s the so-called “Kingdom” all of your sheep flock to. That is the tiny bubble you spoke of. Are you proud of yourself? You repeated yourself on multiple occasions talking about what a proud man I am, how certain three men that will definitely lose are of their victory, but when it comes to yourself, instead of tackling the issue head-on… You turn the other cheek. What kind of an Answers World Champion turns the other cheek, what kind of champion calls the domain in which he reigns a tiny bubble?

No kind of champion at all.

You’ve faced ruthless punishment in multiple matches in your career, you’ve suffered hardship, you have the name of another man branded on you, but all because you wear that championship around your waist, every mistake you’ve ever made, every setback you’ve faced, and every failure you’ve had in your career drops to the bottom of the ocean. They no longer matter, for you’re vindicated. Your trials are retconned — only your triumph is remembered. That is the power of World Championship gold, the gift that keeps on giving, and having been World Champion six times, I know something that a one-time World Champion who hasn’t yet lost the title couldn’t possibly realize… That despite the perks of being World Champion — and they’re abundant — it isn’t just a blessing; it’s a curse. Because right now, sitting pretty feeling like the weight of the world on your shoulders has been lifted, you don’t know what I know — that as soon as you’ve been unseated from your throne and supplanted as champion, your every waking thought will be spent devising a plan to regain it. It’s pathological, it’s a disease, and once you lose that championship to me at Pain for Pride and the focus suddenly drifts from your star to another man’s shine, only then will you be able to truly grasp the overwhelming pain of defeat. Only once I take the needle to the land you’ve described as a bubble will you finally understand how vast this EAW landscape really is. Only once all of your power has been forcibly taken out of your hands will you realize exactly what you presided over, and it’s a shame, because future generations of historians will reflect on your career and lament what could have been…

“That Ares Vendetta guy had potential.”

“That Ares Vendetta had preternatural talent.”

“If only Ares Vendetta had played his cards right, the deck would have been stacked in his favor instead of against him.”

“That Ares Vendetta, he brought the thunder”

Until I stole it from him.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 2:04 am by **kennydrake**

PAIN FOR PRIDE IX - Part III

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Die Trying.

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WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!...

....to the Killing Floor…

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Some of you have been loud and obnoxious...others, silent…. But the only thing I hear? It’s not the words that people say...it's not the broken sentences that Terry and Liam stumble through...it's not the childlike bravado that Christian Locke spews...It's not the thelogical nonsense that Nico Borg goes on and on and on...and on and oooon about...it's not the psychobabble and random jock insults that make Maero so confusing...and it CERTAINLY isn't the steady stream of bullshit coming out of J.D. Damon's mouth...no, what I hear?

...is Fear.

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I have had...oh, I have had SUCH a good time listening to you all rant and rave about yourselves and each other...some of you have even mentioned MY name from time to time...but I hate to say that playtime is coming to a close...In fact…

This match...this 24/7 Battle Royal...it reminds me, slightly, of one of my favorite books. “The Lord of the Flies.” See...in this novel, a group of children - the men in this match - are lost on a deserted island - the ring. And ON this island - or in this ring - they fight each other for supremacy. There are those that are natural leaders - those like Christian Locke, Terry Chambers, Nobi - that take command...there are those that are keen to fight and take charge through force - like Liam Catterson, Maero… and running amongst them are all of the wee little ones. The smallest ones, the fat ones - ...the J.D Damon’s...the Beretta’s…

And on this island, they do battle! With their minds...with their fists! It turns out to be all out anarchy! The Island catches on fire! There is blood! There is PAIN!

But in the end...they were just children… and in the end? The adults show up and save the day. The ADULT - ME! - shows up, and all the power plays, all the Machiavellian strategies, all the BATTLES…

They are nothing more…

Than the games of children.

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So you can all speak in circles! You can all spew your hyperbole! You can all tear each other apart! Because it is nothing more than a child’s argument! It is NOTHING MORE...than excuses and false bravado and lies...Because WHEN IT MATTERS MOST...WHEN THE BODIES ARE STACKED TO THE SKY...there can be only ONE man standing on top…ONLY ONE MAN WORTHY ENOUGH TO WIN...

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And you’re all going to Die Trying

Tick.

Tock.

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Time’s Up.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 1:52 am by **Tig Kelly**

This briefcase means business. Climbing the ladder during Cash in the Vault means climbing to the top of our esteemed business and getting the chance to become the face for years to come. That would be the face of success folks, not the face of people who want to dwell on the fact that they have had their chance and blown it or the face of people who haven't performed in their current spot enough to even think about being at the top of the ladder let alone the company. Think of every job you've seen in your life, every single person who has reached the pinnacle of their profession and now has to lead everyone below them and the entire profession into prosperity....and then realize than none of you fit the bill of any of the successful ones. All I've been seeing are people who could NEVER handle the weight of the entire company on their shoulders for the foreseeable future. Hell, the people I've been put up against haven't even been able to shoulder their own careers up until they finally earned the spot in this match.

We have one who seems to continually run his mouth about how no one else deserves this top spot except him. You can usually spot this individual in the company by his insanely low numbers and equally insane loud mouth to accompany it. Although they have never produced the results themselves, every single time an opportunity to climb the corporate ladder comes up they spout off like they've been God's gift to the business and that they are head and shoulders above everyone else despite falling short every single other time the same situation has come up. Nick Angel I don't actually know how you have the gall to keep saying that we don't deserve this more than you when you've squandered more opportunities in this business than anyone in the match including Chris Elite who has been throwing away opportunities since the dinosaurs were alive. Apparently the people in this match don't even deserve to "sniff any title" over an old man who....Nick I don't want to beat a dead horse since I mentioned this before, but over an old man who has FUCKING LOST THIS MATCH AND OTHERS TO CLAIM A MAJOR TITLE BEFORE!!!!!!! Nick man, fucking drop the bullshit. You know very well that hiding behind all of this elite talk that you have no business in this match with me or half of the talent that will make this yet another story on why you couldn't make the leap to the top of our business and grasp that briefcase. Its back to brown paper bag lunches for you in the hallway while the real men like me represent well dressed and successful because we can back our talk up time and time again.

Now while that asshole bothers me to no end, I certainly don't want to forget another point in the spectrum of business...the golden boy. Ahh yes we finally broke the silence from Phoenix Winterborn to hear from the man who has been coddled and placed in situations where he can say things like "catch these hands" that no other real fighter has said and get away with it. Management will go to bat for this person every single time claiming they've earned it and that they have the skill and talent to get the job done, but then time and time again we see them proven wrong while management smiles awkwardly in the background as they're forced to put someone qualified in that spot. He can claim all he wants that those hands are for everyone as he so eloquently put, but we've seen very recently that they're only for chumps really because he crumbles when real talent shows up. Handpicked "vanguard" of the "New Breed"? I've been there with the New Breed and left it in my wake while you stagnate with the only competition you can seem to beat. Handpicked for major title opportunities despite you earning absolutely nothing? You caught an awakening loss from a real talent while NO ONE caught those pillows you call hands. Now you got handpicked somehow to even have a chance to be in this match, and here we are once again watching the special snowflake in a match to get to the top that they so desperately seem to believe in despite him failing time and time again to grab it. I hate to agree at any point with old man Angel but he's right, when are you going to brush up on your actual skill instead of being a talent-less spoiled brat with no claim to fame? Maybe when you're watching me kiss that briefcase at the top of the ladder through the blurred vision of a Mafia Kick induced migraine you'll get it through your head that they can only protect you where there is no true skill, when you're in the mix with the true greats you need to show up alone and prove your worth.

I want you all to look at your track record and honestly tell me that you deserve to be at the top of this company based on your results. Have you already lost in the Cash In The Vault match? You don't deserve this one. Never won a high profile match in your life? Why are you even in the ring with me then? Hell, have you fucking lost to me since I've been here in the last year? Get the hell out of my way so it doesn't happen again. My track record speaks for itself, and it speaks loudly over the pitiful showings over longer careers than mine. Its about to be all business over that briefcase as you all watch a true professional pass you over again.

You've all asked it:

What will I do when any one of you win this match? Hopefully wake up from my whiskey induced nightmare and kiss the Cash In The Vault briefcase beside me.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 30th 2016, 1:50 am by **Mr. DEDEDE**

The chessmaster's favorite past time is not the actual game of chess, but rather watching as his opponents play right into his hands.

And I see you do it every time you open your mouth and attempt to follow up with another "reason" why I'm supposed to believe you have my number at Pain for Pride. Isn't that what this is? Aren't we just here trying to convince each other of our own convictions? Aren't we trying to convince the world of everything we say? I mean, I'd like to think of this as a game. This verbal back and forth between us, it's just a game of persuasion where we try to get into each others heads and convince every third party listening that we really mean what we say. So Xavier, let me ask you something, who really believes what they say the most? Because that's the one who wins. You realize that, right? That's the level we're at. I won't question what you're capable of in the ring, and I need not mention what I'm capable of doing in the ring, so here we are. Talking. But who's words are more authentic? Is it you? Belting out each prepared line of yours with conviction when these are nothing more but harrowing cries of defeat and desperation hidden behind a veil of falsehood? What's more authentic, my status as God, or your farcical Hall of Fame title and self-ascribed title as "Best in the World"? Doesn't this get embarrassing for you after a while? Do you have any fucking shame at all, or are you so caught up in your own bravado that you don't even realize how much of a fraud you are anymore? Has this character you're playing become real life right before our eyes?

You know Xavier, Pain for Pride is a lot of things, but the last thing it should ever be is a wake up call.

If you're entering the biggest stage on the planet and you don't even know who the fuck who you are, how do you think you'll fare against a GOD who knows you better than yourself?

It's already easy for everyone else to see. It's so easy for me to see, and I'm supposed to be the one you're deceiving. But it's so easy to see how mentally fucked you are, it's pathetic. I can't even think about you without cringing, and I don't know whether it's because I pity you or if it's because you disgust me. For all the amazing work you're capable of in the ring, you soil it all by being such a disgrace. You've not only shown your hand, but you are now playing right into mine. You're agreeing with everything I say and it's not just because what I say is the truth, it's not just because you can't deny it, but it's because you don't know the truth for yourself. That's what happens when you allow yourself to become so diluted by the things and people of this world. Hell, that's the thing about this world. It doesn't really care about you. I know you're not far enough from the nest right now to understand that, but the real truth is the only purpose you serve in this world is how much you can offer it. That's all. That's what you didn't realize when they chanted for you at Pain for Pride 7, or cheered for you at Pain for Pride 8, or congratulated you at Reasonable Doubt this year. That's the thing I realized so long ago. That's the only reason why I'm even as respected as I am now... because I've given so much to this business. I've literally given my life to it. You would have to die twice in the ring to give more to the business than me, and even then you couldn't say you've blazed these trails.

But don't get me wrong Xavier, if this were two years ago, you would be the odds on fan favorite to win this match. I wouldn't even be able to get a word in. You would be the championed young lion, because you would have offered an alternative from the norm. Believe it or not that's very important to people. People want to see something special, the people want to see a Cinderella story, and if they don't get one they'll make sure for themselves that they have it. But now that you've become the norm, now that you've become "Big Match Xav", your Cinderella story has come to an end. You don't have anything new to bring to the table, the only thing new you have to offer is giving everyone the experience of seeing you finally lose after being seemingly untouchable for so long. That's the world in which you inhabit. That's your reality that you have no other choice but to deal with. And judging by this part of your story, Pain for Pride seems like the the proper place for you to fulfill your role as the sacrificial lamb.

After all, that's all this life is. This is what it's like to be a "STAR". It's all no better than a cult of human sacrifice.

This is the life you've chosen, Xavier. This is what they do to you. They build you up solely so they can watch you fall. They keep feeding you their gold, and once you become fat off of it they slaughter you. But you can never say you didn't volunteer. You can never say this isn't what you wanted.

It's all a part of the game Xavier. I've played it so well, I've managed to become a master at it. I've become transcendent to the tradition of being built up just to be knocked down. Maybe you see it, and maybe that's what you seek... to somehow skip the tribulations that come with this business, and to you, beating me is the key to that. But you have such a fucking long way to go. And oh, I love it. I love the entitlement you have to the throne. You show that entitlement even in the way you praise me. Your entitlement is just so blatantly obvious in the way you talk about "this position" I'm in as if it ever existed before me. As if the throne I'm in was just there waiting for me after the last king left. Remember what I said Xavier, I'm not in your world, we're in my world. In my world I created this all from nothing. In my world, in the real world, levels like these have yet to be reached. No hands have scaled these heights. That's why you can't fucking compare yourself to me Xavier. Even if you are the second best, the roads that I've trailblazed have already been paved for you. They've been paid in other people's hard work, they've been paid in my blood, in my broken bones, in the years from my life, all before you ever stepped foot in an EAW ring.

That's why no one's really all that impressed when you tout your accomplishments and toot your own horn. Half of those accomplishments? You're god damn right, you don't even deserve. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you have it. For me it works out perfectly. For me it's just fattening you up before I slaughter you. After Pain for Pride I'll have beaten the 2015 Elitist of the Year and Hall of Fame Champion. Good for me. Your badges of honor are just another ribbon on my mantle. They're just fangs on your teeth, and your head on my wall. But I'm not going to lie to you and pretend I ever thought you were the best, or even the second best, or worthy of being a Hall of Famer. It'd be easier if I did lie to you Xavier. It'd be better for me if I built you up the same way you're building me up to tear me down. But that Hall of Fame title has been dragged through hell and back for over the last year, and that's coming to end when I become champion. It's been pigeonholed by your fucking mentor who made a mockery of it, and now it's pigeonholed by you who would rather try to use Tarah Nova as a stepping stone and fight her with a broken arm, or 3 on 1, than actually be a fucking man and challenge other legends and Hall of Famers. At least your mentor didn't have that problem. Granted, when he called Impact, Jay and I out we really didn't give a fuck because he was calling out his superiors when he hadn't even settled the score with you, let alone us, but at least he had the balls to risk one of us actually answering his stupid challenges and beating his fucking ass again. But I guess I shouldn't hold you targeting Tarah and taking numerous shortcuts against you considering all of it leads up to me. But unfortunately you came after me long after you became HOF Champion, and long before you actually deserved it.

The Hall of Fame Championship is supposed to represent the finest of the Hall of Fame becoming Champion. That ended when Jaywalker allowed a woman to become champion, and it regressed into the absolute shit show it has now, where literally anybody and their mother can get HOF title matches. It's an abortion. The fact that Liam Catterson, Thomas Minns or anybody else can beat you at the right time and get into the Hall of Fame when there are motherfuckers who've waited for YEARS to even be considered, that is a fucking abortion. Xavier I'm so in tune with how much better I am than you and everyone you've gotten in the ring with, I don't give two shits how long you've thought about this match, or pondered over it, or fantasized defeating me -- it's not going to go your way. That's how life works Xav. At 23 years old so much has worked out for you so quickly, but unfortunately for you you're about to hit the biggest roadblock yet. You're going to slam straight into a wall with no breaks, and I wouldn't blame you if you did call it quits, because at 23 years old I've faced some pretty tough reality checks, but goddamnit I've never faced them in front of 80,000 people live and 10 million at home at such a magnitude.

After Pain for Pride it really won't matter where the you'll be at 38 years old. The mark I leave on you will be an everlasting scar, and no matter how far you try to run from it, it'll always be with you. No matter how far you go, you'll always wear the mark of defeat by my hands and the biggest reason why you can't escape from this is because of you. You did this to yourself. This is how it is, because this is how you want it. You wanted to drag me this far, so there's no turning back now. You wanted to try God on the stage of history in front of the entire world, and now you'll suffer this loss in front of all for all to see. I know in twenty years from now or so there'll be somebody else up for consideration as "The Best Ever". That's how this game goes, they move on so quickly and every void you leave, they seek to fill. Whoever is "the guy" in the future had better pray they never come after me. At least that way there can at least be speculation. After Pain for Pride there will be no speculation between us. No one will sit and think about what if Mr. DEDEDE and Xavier Williams ever met, because I'm going to leave no doubt in anyone's mind. That's how you win the game. That's what a chessmaster does. That's how they get the last laugh! They win before they even move the first piece!

I WON THIS MATCH BEFORE IT STARTED.

BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU GAVE IT TO ME.

You want to talk about different??? You want to talk about me being different???? Xavier, you're not fucking different from any fucking body. Just a few minutes ago I sat through Lucas Johnson cut a speech he titled "I Am The God". I considered driving a rusty ax into the side of my fucking head and ending it all, but then I thought about it, and came to the conclusion: really, how much different is Lucas fucking Johnson calling himself a God from Xavier Williams calling himself the Best in the World? How much different is it from you saying you'll one day form a legacy that will surpass mine? How different is his entitlement from yours? Now both of us can speculate. Lucas is just as young as you are, yet he's competing at the biggest wrestling show ever. When I was his age I was in the independent scene wrestling for food and rent money. I was literally FIGHTING TO EAT. But I guess since Lucas is already here, I'm sure in 15 years from now he'll be at my level right? Isn't that what you're telling me????? Isn't that your logic!?!? That because you're here -- BECAUSE OF ME BY THE WAY, YOU'RE HERE FUCKING BECAUSE OF ME -- EVEN THOUGH YOU GOT HERE SO EASILY, I SHOULD JUST THROW IN THE TOWEL NOW AND CROWN YOU BUT BECAUSE OF "WHERE YOU ARE"!?!? YOU WANT ME TO REWARD YOU FOR SHOWING UP!?!?

Haha... hahahahaha, hahahahahahaaaaa, No. FUCK THAT.

FUCK THAT!!!!

23 years old with enough GODDAMN MONEY TO SWIM IN, but none of it will buy you my legacy. YOU WILL NOT BUY YOUR WAY TO HEAVEN, ESPECIALLY NOT AT MY EXPENSE.

I'm not going to pretend you haven't done a damned thing to earn what you have. You have a gift in that ring, but talent never supersedes hard work. So many other people have worked just as hard as you, and have gotten just as rich as you, and they aren't put in matches titled "Best in the World vs. The Best Ever." You have it so good, and I've enabled it. I've enabled it from the beginning. You've been moving in circles on your run to the top, and I'm the one who set the path. I rigged the system, and you still think you're days away from beating it. You're not going to learn until it's too late, and it's my fault. It's my fault you've become this entitled, enabled, coddled spoiled child who was never pushed outside of his comfort zone. It's my fault you had more fame and fortune than you know what to do with it. It's my fault you weren't taught work ethic, and it's my fault you won't know how to react once I hand you the most agonizing defeat of your professional and personal life. I ruined you. I ruined your career before it even started, and it's all my fault.

"I'M SORRY."

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