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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 30th 2016, 2:02 am by Beretta
Standing Still 
Grand Rampage RP#3 


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What don’t you understand? I don’t mind being called a prick. I don’t mind being called a talentless bitch. I never take name-calling personal because if I did, I don’t think I’d be here. Words don’t hurt, fists do. You’ll find out soon enough what the fuck I mean.

But speaking of facts, is it true that ninety eight percent of the elitists on the roster have a heftier and busier schedule than me? Can you back that up with facts or would your memory fail you like when we had a brief stare down? As for your schedule, it should be busier than mine. One, you’re the Pure Champion and two, you’ve been doing open challenges for that championship. But for my schedule, I’m on every show I can get on and it’s not my fault when I’m not scheduled. I’ve split my time on Voltage and Battleground. For multiple weeks, I was on both shows. Then I got fed up with facing every new person that walked in the building, so I put my foot down. I laid out my demands for the first time ever last week. If you paid attention, you would know that. You would know about my fallout with management but instead you don’t care enough to dig up more dirt on me. 

So that must mean, if you don’t care enough, then it won’t matter when I take that strap from you. I don’t think that’s the case or else you wouldn’t have a month long reign but I do think it’s just your way of being lazy. You continue to dig up my failures but you don’t need to do that. You could dig up what I’ve done right. But why would you do that? Talking about how someone sucks is the easy way out of things and that’s what you’re doing. You’re taking the easy way out. It’s disappointing, especially when I continue to talk about how I’ve admitted to my failures. From my ladder match last week to earlier this week with you. Before you think that I can’t grasp what’s going on, go ahead and seriously take a look in the mirror. You’re not even grasping to what I’m saying. You may not hate me, but one thing for sure is that you don’t respect me. All of that will change at Grand Rampage. 

Before you go any further about how effortless it would be for you orally stripe me from every drop of confidence, I want you to realize who you’re facing. Not too long ago, I felt as if I wasn’t welcomed here. Not too long ago, I wanted to walk out that door. So clearly, my confidence wasn’t that high and that’s surprising since my ego is pretty big. Another thing I’ve admitted to having. You clearly can’t read between the lines of what I’ve said. I’ve asked you to bury me and you won’t do it, you just want to play nice. Maybe it’s because your schedule is too busy to bury a guy like me but that can’t be it because this is the only event the company has this week. So if that’s not the reason, then it has to be the fact that you can’t fucking get the job done. I told you that I won’t stop until you can’t fight anymore.  

You think that becoming the Pure Champion is my dream. No, becoming the World Champion is my dream. That’s why I demanded a World Championship match. However, I got this match. I figured this would hold me over for now and it will. There will be nothing more satisfying than lifting that title over my head as the fans boo me. At this stage of the game, it’s your own fault for being delusional. When push comes to shove, I do show up for my matches and I do give every person I’ve stepped in the ring with, the fight of their life. You completely skipped over your failures to focus on mine. Why’s that? Should I bring up every match you’ve lost and everything you’ve done wrong? If so, lets start with Shock Value. You had a shot to win a World Championship Match and you lost. Two can play this game and I said I knew about your failures. That was then and this is now. You’ve changed for the better in that ring and as I’ve been saying, so have I. 


Failures are apart of the building blocks to success. Like you said, we all have the right to fuck up. Just because I’ve had mine, doesn’t make me a fuck up, especially not for the rest of my career. Grand Rampage is where I turn everything around and prove what I’m worth. Whether you or the fans like it or not, it’s something that you’re going to have to deal with. I’m not stopping in South Bend until I have that championship around my waist. So continue with my comprehension or throw out some more unrealistic stats, I’ll continue on training. I’ll continue watching film on you, of both your highs and lows within this company. You haven’t picked up a damn thing I’ve said this week and actually ran with it in a direction to benefit yourself. Continue taking one step forward and two steps back because at Grand Rampage, I’m delivering a bullet into your chest and taking that title. 
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Post April 30th 2016, 1:11 am by Guest
Nico Borg - Grand Rampage Promo

Nico Borg is performing barbell squats in a dim room, lit only by candlelight and the glow of half a dozen monitors. The weight looks immense for a man of his stature, and the bar visibly bends slightly at both ends. Nonetheless, Nico continues at a consistent, if measured, pace. The screens ahead of his are playing footage of the recent promos and past matches of some of his fellow Grand Rampage competitors. Nico’s head is held straight and unmoving, as if bolted on to his shoulders, though his eyes continue to dart back and forth in their sockets, poring over each of the screens. Nico picks up the pace for a few reps before halting, lifting the weight clear above his head and allowing it to crash back down to the ground. Stepping closer to the monitors, Nico taps furiously on a keyboard, cycling through snippets of film while reciting a psalm:

Why do You stand afar off, O Lord? Why do You hide in times of trouble? The wicked in his pride persecutes the poor; Let them be caught in the plots which they have devised.

Erebos: “Realize I steep to any level and to to any lengths to establish the will of darkness upon this company, even if t means disposing of the once loved Liam Catterson.”

For the wicked boasts of his heart's desire; He blesses the greedy and renounces the Lord.

Lucas Johnson:“the world will know Lucas Johnson is making history and will not only challenge for championship gold but they will also know that Lucas Johnson is here to make an impact and here to stay.”

The wicked in his proud countenance does not seek God; God is in none of his thoughts.

Chris Elite:“I didn’t need an owner.  I didn’t need someone to make rules for me I did my own shit and I always will.  I can honestly right now sit here and say no one pulls my strings like a puppet.”

His ways are always prospering; Your judgments are far above, out of his sight; As for all his enemies, he sneers at them.

Y2Impact: “As far as I'm concerned, winning this Grand Rampage is already a wrap because nobody can challenge me. You might as well skip the event entirely and declare me the 2016 Grand Rampage winner”

He has said in his heart, "I shall not be moved; I shall never be in adversity." His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and oppression; Under his tongue is trouble and iniquity.

Dark Demon: “They’re all pussies. They’re all lame. They’re all failures. Scott needed a legitimate army to keep me down, he needed a legitimate army just to beat me so imagine what you would need to beat me, Cameron.”

He lies in wait secretly, as a lion in his den; He lies in wait to catch the poor; He catches the poor when he draws him into his net. So he crouches, he lies low. That the helpless may fall by his strength.

Christian Locke: “When it comes to this match, you have to play it smart. You can be the biggest baddest meanest guy in the ring and it won't mean jack! If anything it puts a giant target on your back”


ARISE, OH LORD

Arise. The sinners have been warned, every last one of them. I have labored to illuminate them with the light of wisdom. But alas, their hearts are closed, their minds are made up, and their ears are useless. All they do is feed their foolish pride. Like some strange band of horses, they gladly accept larger, more kingly blinkers. All that matters is their target. They set a destination and then wage war to stamp out the periphery of their own sight. With 39 others to attend to they purposively limit their attention to a mere handful. Oh if they only knew what goes on beyond the bounds of their blinkered vision. But I digress, it is I fear too late. Now it seems they are so blinded that they may never find their way back home. So many men, so many lost causes. It should be of no surprise really. When left to their own devices men have a habit of pushing themselves beyond the pale of absolution. Here no potion or tincture can cure them. Only a flood can wash away the stains on their character. How merciful then is it that a storm is coming? A 40-man Grand Rampage match. A perfect storm where dreams will be broken, pride will be shattered on the rocks,  and sins will be bathed in blood. Some will surely sink hard in these waters. Just like the great corpses of whales and other once-fierce sea monsters which fall to the depths to be forgotten. Others will be as those who make their homes in the dark deep. The bottom feeders. Wretched, spineless beings of poor constitution who hide in the dark and live off the already dead. They may profess to still shine, yet they will only effervesce enough to reveal their wretched forms to all. A blessed few will do well to heed the warnings, anticipate the challenges and make the correct preparation. Ever noticed the word ‘Ark’ refers both to Noah’s ship, and that vessel in which is contained the 10 commandments, God’s covenant with the Israelites? It is no accident. Salvation is at heart a contract, a promise, an acceptance of divine wisdom. I have conveyed that wisdom, we shall soon see who abides it. When the storm comes to Notre Dame Stadium it will be sink or swim. No treading water. No delusions of one’s place. Just one Ark left floating and 39 bodies committed to the deep.

Will anyone listen? Is it too late? We shall see who puts aside their foolish pride, who fears all from the meekest to the mighty. Who fears God. A storm is coming.

Number your hours.
『zakkii』
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 30th 2016, 12:23 am by 『zakkii』
Scene opens somewhere when we can see Haruna is crying in front of the camera. No exact reason of why she's crying and soon as she looks at the camera, she begins to say something in her mind.

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Haruna Sakazaki: Guys.... I have an announcement to make regarding my match this Sunday. I know, it will be a very sudden announcement and I know, my fans will be so much disappointment with be but guys.... I can't do this. I am forfeiting my spot in the Specialists Rampage match. Yes, you heard that right. I can't do this.... I can't keep up with this kind of competition. I mean, they are to rude to me, I can't take it anymore. Why all those ladies saying those rude things to me? I say a lot of nice things to them and this is what I get? So unfair. No, I don't want to do this.... I just gonna waste this opportunity just like every Cailin's opponent to fight for that title. Hey, it's trending, right? Her opponent chose to just go silent and let themselves beaten that easy. That's it, I do that to.... I'm done—I'm done—




I'm d—d—d—d#$!#$@#@%$^@


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The screen become unstable as this screen appears for a few seconds before it turns off. When the scene goes pitch black, we can hear Haruna's voice.

Haruna Sakazaki: なぁぁぁぁぁぁんてね~~~!!!

The scene fades back in, showing Haruna in a different scene with a happy face about to say something to the camera.

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Haruna Sakazaki: Surprise, surprise! Wow, you really expecting me to go back into a quitter with the aura of negativity surrounding me again, huh? You really expect me to go "bitching just like the old days" again, huh? You did really want me to stay become a loser like that and just quit in the middle of the journey? You really don't want me to change into a better fighter so you can easily beat me just like some matches in the back, huh didn't ya? What a pathetic way of think. You people call that the mentality of a champion? Wow, really.... you can have an infinite title shot because of that way of think. I change into a.... bad-ass, chaotic, lunatic, maniac.... whatever you call it.... it's only for myself and I'm not even think that I do it for you. I don't care what you think of me, I do it because I want to improve myself and it has nothing to do with you.  I'm improving and I'm stepping the way of it because I can. How am I improve myself? I am expecting some strong competitor in front of me. I don't care how many times that strong competitor smite me to the ground, I will keep fighting and keep improving myself by learning the way to defeat them by looking at the way they hit me. I don't care what it will be, if I think it works, I'll do it anyway. That is what I believe how the mentality of a champion should be displayed. If you all packed up, ready with your physical, mental, tactical preparation on your side but still expecting your opponent to be the same old lame opponent that you used to beat. It doesn't make you a gladiator. Yes, it make you have a fully equipped armor for the battle. But you will be the same as a senseless dummy wearing that armor. Yes, you are indestructible.... But you are easy to be thrown away.


Haruna Sakazaki: Yes, I'm talking to you, Miss Champion.... You expected me to be the same pile of crap you think you can easily beat just like you used to, huh? Hey, I'm not forcing you to quickly change your mind, okay? Go ahead, just look at me like any kind of thing you want. You want to look at me just like a pile of crap who can't lift the prestige as you have done? Fine for me, but let me tell you something, my friend... will it be sucks if you, the mighty title holder with an amazing five months reigns got beaten with this pile of crap? Is your accomplishments, every single thing you get during your title reign gonna fade away in vain once you forget that you are not covering your own flaw that I might be found it and use it to beat you? Because trust me, Cailin.... I already found it. I already explained it earlier and I just want to see you cover that. Oh, one more thing, Cailin.... Is that true that besides you have great sense of confidence, you also have a great sense of ignorance? Did you just really.... oh, God... why, Cailin? Oh, man..... you just really judge me based on every thing I posted on a feed? Cloud really fucking you too hard, huh so you just can't open your eyes for something that actually happening. I'm tired to explain this to you, Cailin. You are too ignorant, you are too stupid to realize. Who is the one who started the drama? Who is the one who keeps tailing on my timeline to lit my anger? No? Can't you see? Oh, I'm so glad Sexy Curry is over and that parasite jumped on you. I never be blinded again.... YOUR GIRLFRIEND DOES, Cailin! You are her girlfriend, right? Just tell her to stop getting into my life because I'm sick of her so much. But what did you do? You just take the easy way out and take all the blame on me.... Very clever, Cailin. Meanwhile, on the same place in the feed. You are too busy to become a third wheel between Tarah and DEDEDE. Hmm? How about that? It is not too pleasant if someone get tailed on your personal matters, right? And, umm.... speaking about tailing on people. At least that I am being vocal that when I hate somebody, I said it loud and clear. I remember the last time I saw you on the feed that you threw a classic Cailin Dillon passive aggressive tweet that you are mad on somebody who can just talk the talk without proving something inside that ring. I don't know who is the actual recipients of that passive aggressive comments you tweeted. I am 100% sure that it is not for me.... because I am not like that. Wanna prove? You want to make Sunday comes faster? Let's see who the one who can't prove what she said on the feed and can't do something inside the ring. You will see that your passive aggressive tweets means nothing on me. Cailin.... you do know that I never hate you, right? I was trying to hate you but it resulted by my own demise. I always remember everything you said and it is safe to say that I am on my way of improving is because of you too. But all the things you said to me..... you just make your own dark cloud in the middle of us. You might be glad that our friendship is over. At least that will be the best for you. As for now, as much as you always say that I am too demanding. Right now I only demand one thing from you. I just want you to give your best in that match. Because I won't see it as a parsonal matters anymore. I learn something that giving personal matter to our match only make me lose my guard. This Sunday, I only come for that belt and when this is over.... It will be over just that. All those things are not cheating attempts, that was either a consequences fro what you've done before or just a tiny narrow chances that you just failed to realize. I am a woman with honor and I never lost my pride for that cheap shot. And when it comes Sunday, if you keep forcing me to use a cheating attempt, I can only say one thing.... be careful what you wished for. You asked for it, and... you might be getting it.


Haruna Sakazaki: Cloud. Do me a favor and tell your girlfriend that if I am serious at hurting people. I am willing to do anything to fight everyone who make everyone who make me upset. I hurt people that I really sick of. You can feel it, right? You experienced it, right? I never want to be like you and I don't even expect you to be like me. Just because you have a little Japan in your veins doesn't mean that you can do everything to look like Japanese people. You're not even close to them... Yes, I erase your Japanese side and I kick your ass back to Brooklyn and I don't even put that under my consideration. I kick that Cailin's favorite butt because of nothing but... you suck. Heh, talking about me being a choke artist with only 14 days but here's a little "did you know?" Haruna Sakazaki has 14 days of Specialist Championship reign, Cloud Matsuda has none. Yeah, a little fact to slap yourself in the face, huh? You are not realizing it because you are too busy with your fantasy world of getting world champion after you win 18 more matches. Good luck finding 18 newbies and old people, then. And good luck with your delusions of grandeur of having that big title. You know El Landerson, right? He's so obsessed to get a gold and challenging people here and there but failed miserably.... I can see a resemblance from you. God, I am glad Sexy Curry is over and I am glad of everything I have done to end everything about Sexy Curry. Luzmala, Jade, Brass Knuckles... I am so proud of what I've done to you because you freaking deserve it! Now, Just piss off of my live and stop obsessing to me. You have a beautiful girlfriend, right? Just go bang her every night and get the hell out of my sight. You don't want to? I'll do that favor to you... I'm going to throw that ugly arse out of the ring before I throw everybody else. Just because I don't want to see you anymore.... you freaking Gorilla!


Haruna Sakazaki: And, ahem.... look who's just came out from a dirty Sanatorium lair? Another vixen who has that "Defeating Haruna Sakazaki" as an achievement. Hey, Alexis! How are you doing? I thought you already know your place that you are not even deserved to be in here. But instead, you just creating some denial and ignorance about who you really are now. You are just the same ignorant person like the others who never look at some things from the other perspective. You know nothing about me and what Cloud has done to me. So before you use that excuse as a weapon to fight back against me, I hope you have EAW Network installed inside your dirty lair, sit back, shut your mouth and watch another match before Vixens Cup to cure your ignorance. And.... you used Mexican Samurai as an excuse to counter my statement? Really? I am working out to be in this place all by myself, to say the least. I never use Mexican Samurai as a tool to climb my way to the top. And about this partnership.... Samurai wanted to affiliate myself with me under his own free will. I still can go on without him, to be honest. Meanwhile, what is something relevant you have done before you marry that fatso and join Sanatorium? Defeating me..... by a rollups? Is that the only thing that you can be proud of? No, you haven't done something relevant to contribute yourself in this division. Without your men, you won't advanced to the next round and without your men, you will never get an instant title shot for the Vixens title.... God, I was so grateful that Tarah put you out of injury because you are nowhere near deserving it. Hey, before you call me hypocrite.... I suggest that you look to the mirror and you will see the bigger hypocrite in there. If you have mirror in your dirty Sanatorium lair. And then, another vixen with an ignorance will soon realize that expecting me to stay as a weak, faint-hearted lady to go to this match will have the biggest mistake of their lives.


Haruna Sakazaki: Just a quick thought.... I actually surprised that The Heart Break Gal actually concern about this vixens Battle Royal. I thought she was too superior to care about us, vixens because she already achieve more accomplishments most of us vixens can't even achieve. Thank you, thank you for considering about this division once again. But, no hard feelings, I'm here to stop you. Yeah, yeah... you might look at me as a nobody. But as I say to Cailin before, keep look at me as whatever you like. I like when I prove people who called me with awkward calling wrong and do something that they doesn't want to. So yeah, I'll see you soon!


Haruna Sakazaki: And I guess I have nothing to say to the rest of them. They are either silent or repeating anything they said so my words that I said earlier would still apply to them. If  I can give you a suggestion, if you keep repeating the material you have said before. Just don't even bother talking. Gosh, I'm starting to get upset with these lack of creativity showing by all these vixens. Then there you have it... I just wish nothing but the best of you. Just give all your best and try to eliminate me. Because when I get eliminated by the one with best performance.... I have nothing to whine, amirite? Wink Meanwhile. Get ready because I will come to you and get rid of you one by one to everyone who is not deserving their place in this match. And when this is over, you will soon finally realize that this weak-hearted whiner crybaby has already improving into someone different that she used to be. I can prove it by Grandly surviving this rampage. I will be so much pissed off if you think I am that same pile of crap that I was before.... see you soon, ladies!

Haruna blows a kiss to mark the end of the video.
Tig Kelly
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 11:59 pm by Tig Kelly
Ahh the how specifics get left out and glossed over. While I may not have mentioned the leadership role I certainly didn't forget about it!....Or its secondary function as the Alpha. You see the Alpha Male, as you should know Crash, leads by example and strength! The Alpha Male is the strongest hunter, the most fearless, the undefeated on in battle when it comes to defending the pack! The Alpha Male steps up to those with a predatory attitude and quickly discards the threat. But what happens when that Predator is too strong? Too conniving for the Alpha? You see when the Alpha Male gets taken down in front of his peers, usually the group falls with it. Oh the Beta Male will step up and try to claim the crown but when you've taken down the strongest member nothing else really poses a challenge. And while I regale you with this informational tale I can't help but get that same shiver down my spine as when I connected with your jaw and beat you, Zack Crash, to earn the situation I'm in right now. That situation being....your Beta Bitch Scott Oasis. The second in command who can't operate without the insurance policy that is his pack leader. Omerta simply isn't the scary beast of the Serengeti that it once was in this landscape...for all of a couple weeks that is. When you couldn't hold down the predator with numbers all of a sudden the head of the beast came loose real quick and left everyone vulnerable. See this weekend how you want Zack but we all know that this is really the Alpha Male just trying to regain some kind of footing in showing that he really runs this pack still when the rest of them still have PTSD from seeing me rock your skull in the center of that ring.


Now as my title, you're absolutely right about my intentions! Its not often that I say Omerta hit the nail on the head but much to our surprise it seems as though they do have a brain between them and could guess I'm winning this for MYSELF. I'm fighting to be the benchmark for the company and sharpen iron with iron, taking everyone to their limits when they earn the right to get there and to build a legacy forged in that gold that you will be using as a prop. A prop to make mediocre people affiliated with you hiding behind the shots you already call. Elevating your friends and family while everyone else has to deal with the 10 on 1 beat downs. You know that you guys will just continue with the cheap attacks and the growth via Crash's bogus contracts, so I would hope you know that holding that title does no good for anyone else but....OMERTA!? Its as if you're also selfish Crash!!!! Man, and to think its exactly as you accused me of?! I'm coming into this to show you exactly what kind of man stays in his hometown, a selfish man who knows how to succeed without being foolish and getting hurt. You wouldn't know that with the risks you take and well.....you'll see exactly what that gets you when I hold the title over your silent bodies.

Eirinn Go Brach 
Dead End Bride
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 11:58 pm by Dead End Bride
There are a lot of people who have things to say about Erica Ford these days. “You are a choke artist.” “You are a better tag wrestler.” “Control your tag partner, won’t you?” “I am going to surpass you.”



I have to say this with all due respect to each and every one of you: Go fuck yourselves.



I didn’t ask any of you for your opinions on my career, but that seems to be one of the hot topics and hot takes for all of you.

There are some people like Alexis who are fighting merely for glory. That simply won’t be enough. There are many who are fighting for the title. That won’t be enough either. Some are fighting for the money or the prestige that comes along with being in an event like this. That’s not enough. Do you want to know what will be enough?



(Erica points to her chest, lightly tapping the location of her heart with two fingertips.)

Heart.



I have plenty of it. Cailin Dillon. Tag team wrestling may be my “specialty” as you call it, but that will not stop me from attempting to give everything I have to be a top SINGLES wrestler as well. Why should I limit myself because of previous results? My win-loss record this year has improved drastically compared to where it was last year and will continue to blossom. By the way, I didn’t deliver a eulogy for my career. Eulogies are reserved for things that have passed away from this world. I can assure you, as you and several others will find out soon, my career is far from being dead. I appreciate how you made subtle implications to things that I have said or done all week and then suddenly come about giving me career advice. I know that I am not necessarily a favorite to win this Specialist Rampage, but I know that any misstep from the likes of you and HBG and Stephanie and Haruna and this thing is up for grabs. I look forward to meeting you in the ring myself and showing you that the Thunder is far from being silenced.



Stephanie Matsuda, I have no control over what Azumi-Chan says. And don’t you Erica-Chan me. I remember that your voice was one of the many who mocked me and my change of style and wrestling philosophy. My memory runs long. While I’m not a bitter person, there is definitely a bit more extra incentive to face someone like you in this contest. Whether or not any of us prevails, I would be more than happy to accept the challenge that Cailin laid out to Shinsei Domei on Azumi’s behalf. We back down from no team, not the Formation, Not Omerta, not Drake and Jones, not Cerebus, anyone. We will fight anyone at any time.



Azumi, understand that I will not simply lay down and let you surpass me. You have improved so much over the last few weeks and months. I almost cried when you wrestled Carson Ramsey, not because you were defeated but because you gave the effort that I know you are capable of and with performances like this I know this will not be the only Championship opportunity you will garner in EAW. While I think you’ve improved significantly, I’m not sure if this is the time for you to rise up and become a champion. Besides, I’m hungry, no STARVED for gold myself. I have no problem eliminating you if it comes down to it to get that done, remember that. Remember what I’ve taught you, carry your family name as far as you can, and don’t you DARE lose to anyone not named Erica Ford. GAMBARE!



Heart Break Gal. I think of all the people in this match, I think Haruna comes a pretty distant second, I seem to have the most to prove to you. While I give you respect for beating me in our match, you have this obsession with me “bitching”. I didn’t bitch about Silence being granted a title match, I only said that if you compare her record and mine, I felt that I should be up the pecking order before her. Nothing more. You ask me how I get up being Erica Ford? My answer is this: I put two feet on the floor and stand up, just like anyone else, take a shower and go eat breakfast. You know that I have been off for the last three weeks since our match, the one that you don’t want to admit was a little too close for your comfort, right? Do you honestly think that I sat around that time moping and crying about my defeat?



Nope.



I have been training. Every week hoping that I would be put on a card somewhere, just waiting and hoping to get the taste of a loss from my mouth and out of my memory. Once I found out that I was going to be on Grand Rampage’s card, I was ELATED! Once I found out that you were in this match, I was in a great mood.

Not only do I get to spoil your party heading to Pain for Pride as the Specialists Champion and headlining EAW’s greatest event, I get to exact revenge on you and possibly win my own championship in the process. Funny how things work out in life. You don’t get all you want, but most of the time you get what you need.



I haven’t engaged in much of the longwinded tomfoolery as most of the rest of you have, but I want you to understand that I am not coming to this event for second-place. I’m not backing down from anyone. Not my protégé, not the Formation, Not a Hall of Famer. NOT ANYONE. I will prove to every last one of you that just because I’m a “Tag team” wrestler that I can’t be a Specialist in singles too.



Saturday cannot get here fast enough.


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Tarah Nova
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 11:38 pm by Tarah Nova
Grand Rampage Promo 4:

[9:10pm at the Notre Dame stadium in South Bend, Indiana]

The stadium was quiet as the young Vixen sat in the nosebleed sits, watching the people putting up the ring and making sure it's stable. She kept a straight look on her face as they pulled on the ropes and screwed them in. As Tarah watched the ant size people, her phone buzzed loudly, but she did not pick it up. It happened three times in two hours but still Tarah didn’t pick up her phone. She just let it ring. When the third hour of silence happened, another call came through, ‘OHHH--Altar boys, altered boys;We're the things that love destroys! (I'm an American, I'm an American)You, me, us, them--We're just resurrection men! (I'm an American, I'm an American) Us, we were only meant; to make you live again (I'm an American, I'm an American) Us, we were pity sex, Nothing more and nothing less (I'm an American)  She's an American beauty, I'm an American psycho. She's an American beauty I'm an American--I'm an American, American Psycho!! (Whoa whoa whoa x3)---’After the ringtone ended, Tarah pulled her iphone out and listened to her voicemail: 


“Hey, This Is Tarah and I’m not able to answer the pho”-- “Babe, what are you doing?”- “Ryan! Shut up! I’m going my voicemail thing!” “Oh!” There's a Sigh from Tarah recorded , “So leave a message after the--!” BEEP.

Tarah sighed as she heard the ‘BEEP’ and started to listen to the voices of her friends on the other end:

There was one at 7:45pm:  “Tarey Bear, its Aria! Where you at? I thought we were getting dinner tonight? Aren and I are at the Legends of Notre Dame restaurant. So please come and join us,Okay?”  Again at 8:00pm: “Ello! Tarah! Aria wanted me to call and try to bribe you with russian alcohol”-”AREN”- “Zorry Aria, darling! But really, Tare. Come out and see us. Please?” Also at 8:35pm: “Tarah! Its Cailin! I haven’t heard from you in a couple of hours, girlie. So please give me a call or a text. Don’t make me come find you! Love ya, bye.” And finally the last one at 9:15pm: “Tarebear...Please answer your phone. Or send me a text, anything. I need to know that you're alright. I know this match is taking a lot out of you but babe, I miss you. Come back to the hotel room. I’ll be there. I love you.”

Closing her eyes, Tarah moved the phone away from her ear and stared at the redial button but instead, closed her phone. As she sat there she breathed in calmly then exhaled slowly....
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This is the last time I speak to you, Xavier...

It not even a day--only hours before the ladder match and here I am. Alone. In the dark. Calmly breathing because I need to keep the inner killer down. I need to keep her away till I see your face, Xavier. This week has been hell, reliving the past as we spoke, hissing venom at each other. The Fire in our eyes against one another kept the different paths to our match lit-- One to mend a broken heart like you claim to have. You claim to be so hurt about what went down and yet here you are all blaming me for  what has happened to you after everything. The other path is mine. It is dark, wavy and at the end of it is the feeling of the dread that I have known before. You think I give a damn that our paths has finally crossed. In fact, I’m more than pleased they did because I finally had time to plead my case against what I have done. At Grand Rampage, There will be ladders all around the ring,  Tall ones and short. All have a use in this match. Which one we pick is up to us but make no mistake, Xavier, I’m going to pick the one that gets me to you're Hall of Fame Championship. You don’t understand what I have been thought to get to this spot. I know you don’t even care and I’m okay with that--But the thing is I wasn’t born brave or strong. When I was sixteen the world decided that I would have grit,  fire and steel placed into my veins. Getting into this business, not only into EAW, I had to face trials after trials. I was broken down, damaged in countless ways that no person should have had to go though. But I was told by a person I hold dear that I was born to fight. I was born to become something greater than the best, Xavier--and that's what I will do. I will become the fighter that I was born to be. No broken arms or bloody knuckles are going to stop me from climbing the ladder to the top of the mountain. See, fighting and proving people wrong is what I do best. I’ve been doing that since I learned how to walk. I’m not afraid to a Freak. I’m not afraid of making a name, good or bad, for myself. Hell, If I wanted to, I’d get into all the faces of the people that look down upon me and I’d tell them to either strike me down or get out of my way. My point is, no matter what you say or do, Xavier, I’m going to show you that you're messing with a cold blooded killer and I’m ready to hunt you down.

But hunting you down isn’t the only thing I want to do...

No, I want you to realise how many times you broken promises to me. See, I remember how close we were when we were in Demon’s Council.  The closest out of the group it seemed but you were under Demon’s thumb the whole time. You promised you would be there for me. You promised that we would make it through that fuckfest but when we did; you pulled me back and all of it blew up in my face. You started to side track me, slowing and holding me back from what I could. And now here we are. Standing in front of each other face to face. One of us telling lies about our past and the other trying to prove him wrong. Now I look at you with hate, Xavier. I glare and bare my teeth because you are blowing up everything. You're making a scene and it's time to stop. Enough is Enough. Quit acting like a child and fight like a man. I mean let's be honest, everything you said to me, every promise and things that you said was all lies and everyone knows it. You need to realise you have no one to turn to anyone. You can’t hide from me. I’m going to burn you alive and make you feel the pain I had to live though for most of my life. Xavier, this time you screwed up--you screwed up big time...and there's no way of stopping me now.

So now I stand in your way. Yeah, I’m here to call you out and and take you down. No more games and no more blindsided attacks. When we meet in that ring tomorrow night, everything we hold against each other will be exposed to the world...I’m ready to show the world exactly what you are, Xav. See, You are weak, selfish and a master manipulator; and I won’t fall for your tricks again like I did once upon a time. I’m stronger than I was back then and I’m going to fight harder then ever. Frankly, there's nothing left for us here now. No Stories, no happy memories just darkness and lies. Speaking of lies, I need to tell you something that I’ve been holding in for some time now. The truth is when I look at you, I see you two aren't different from each other--You weren’t different from Dark Demon. In my eyes you and Demon are the same person and just like Demon; you will fall. Just like Demon, you will become a shell of your former self, living off others like a leech. You will have nothing but your pride and from where I stand, that's all you have now so you're halfway there.  

All in All, after Grand Remage, I’m going to leave you in that ring once again, Xavier. I shall leave everything between us in that ring under a pile of ladders--everything but the Hall of Fame Championship. That will be the only thing I will take from the ring and nothing will change my mind from that.

Believe that.

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Tarah hold a ghostly grin on her lips before “American Beauty/American Psycho” by Fall Out Boy rings out from her phone and screen lit up showing the name ‘Babe ♥’.  Swiping it right to answer, Tarah held it to her ear, “Hey Babe....Yeah, I’m fine. I just needed sometime alone...uh huh. Yeah, I know, I’m sorry....” She rose to her feet from her seat and slowly walked down the aisle, leaving the darkness behind her. Tomorrow she will return to her dark state of mind, she knew that. Tarah knew it was the right thing to do and no one will be stopping her. No one will want to if they want her to survive against Xavier Williams. Grand Rampage is only hours away and It's Tarah Nova against the world---but she is ready. She will always be ready.
Vic Vendetta
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 11:29 pm by Vic Vendetta


Growing up I actually used to watch Kevin Devastation on the television, I remember people used to say Kevin Devastation and Cm Bank$ were exactly the same, ever since your days back at Ohio Valley Wrestling, remember those days? The two of you had parallel careers, moving up the ladder at the same time, achieving great things together. Destined for great things weren’t you? Guaranteed first ballot Hall of Famers, so people say. But you never quite got the level of importance he did you? The media appearances, granting wishes, winning championships. You were the Lex Luthor to his Superman, the Joker to his Batman…so if the two of you have shared a similar path…don’t you think we should continue that trend? So years from now when people look at your legacy they see that you faced a painful end, just like HE did. I am capable of that. You know it, Mexican American knows it too so the wise decision would be to back away. But it seems that the kid must believe that I can’t do the same thing that I did to Kevin Devastation to him. You must be hearing things because you obviously have lost your mind, the voices that were telling ou that you are a winner are gone and the voices telling you that you cant defeat Vic Vendetta is right. But I am that voice in your head, Mexican. I am the one, I have been the one telling you what to do, orchestrating your pain from this very room. I am the one who tells you who’s skull to cave in, I am the reason you’re still here, the reason you’re still in the know but tomorrow…oh tomorrow it’s different. Tomorrow I won’t be in your head; I won’t be inside your head because I will be standing right in front of you. When I have dealt with our little Grand Rampage problem, I will stand in front of you and let you do what you need to do. But you won’t be able to because I won’t be there to tell you what to do. Instead…you’d self-destruct right in front of my eyes, fall onto your back as I pick up the win.


Vendetta shifted in the chair he was sat on, crossing his arms and laughing to himself a little, in a sadistic sort of way.

Sometimes I control myself because I have to. But there are some days when I walk down the street and my mind just goes wild, blood, pain and splitting skulls and watching careers end at my hands is all that somehow manages to fill my head. I used to be afraid of being called a threat, but I figured there’s no point living a lie. I am a threat, and everybody knows it because when I lose my temper I completely lose control and all of my carefully created psychological architecture just seems to crash down and all I want to do, all I need to do is inflict pain. I feel everything, a dislocated sense of empathy somehow manages to keep me in check, and the emotions start to slowly kill me on the inside. I know what I am, I know what I am capable of, I know I can’t stop, no matter how hard I try…and it’s a shame that Mexican is sharing the ring with me when he has so much on the line when Mexican has so much on the line to prove he’s not a complete good for nothing while I have absolutely nothing on the line. Nothing whatsoever. I think the momentum has shifted all of a sudden, the fear you had instilled in everyone isn’t there because I don’t see a threat, I don’t see an warrior, I just see somebody who had something valuable for me to look up to but lost his way.



People…used to or sometimes still do call you a little mentally unstable. Unhinged, maybe even a sadist. No. I am a sadist, Mexican. No, we’re not talking whips and handcuffs or whatever else you and your boyfriend may be into at home, I am all for inflicting pain for my enjoyment. I am excited by genuine, mortal agony because I just get these…these…compulsions to hurt people every single day since…well since before I can remember. I think I was wired this way, but I love it, I don’t only do tfor myself but also for you because you want to stray away like a sheep but like a farm I am the shepard leading you back into place. I prefer it this way. It’s like a drug; it’s better than drugs some days…days like tomorrow I hope. I don’t know what people like you see when you close your eyes, maybe you see your family, so you have a limit whereas I don’t. We know this company wasn’t big enough for these many crazy people, Randy. The first time I left I was lost without wrestling but when I close my eyes all I can see is choking up blood and splintering bones and busted lungs…it feels so right, nothing I do seems to change it, but I’m not complaining. Nobody knew I was like this growing up, nobody, not a single soul and sometimes it got really lonely until I finally found the freedom to get inside of this ring and do what I need to do to get what I want. Mexican I will warn you, you are waking into the lions den and I will be damned if I lose this title off some bullshit or to a piece of shit.


Vendetta finally stood up, much calmer than he was moments ago. He picked the camera up from the floor and pointed it towards himself as he displayed no sense of remorse over what he said or over the actions on Grand Rampage. He walked around the room once more talking into the camera. As it fades off.
J-Dynasty 2?
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 11:23 pm by J-Dynasty 2?
The view is utter blackness while authority voices can be heard.

STOP, IT’S THE POLICE!

Shut it with that talk back, else we teach you some manners for the law!

SHOW SOME I.D DAMN IT!

THERE’S RESISTANCE, CALLING IN FOR BACKUP!

The camera turns on to see Tiberius Jones walking in a large mall with his championship on his shoulder when police coming running in his direction. Jones’ panics and throws the tag championship at the nearest black man he could find, who responds by throwing it back at him, and running away. Jones lifts his arms up in the sky, and the police run passed him, a confused Jones turns around to see the police dragging an ugly, but authentic, woman out of the women’s washroom.

Woman(flailing her arms and frustrated in her embarrassed state of being dragged on the floor): I’M NOT EVEN A TRANNY YOU IDIOTS!

Random officer: Tell me about it, you at least have to be post op before you’re a real tranny. You’re not terrorizing any little kids today, buddy.

Woman(Crying): But I’m a girl.

Jones looks over the scene and scratches his afro puzzled, but then walks off carefree.

TJ: It’s a real great time in America, people focusing on what’s really important, finding problems where they don’t exist and all. For years there was no problem people just went into washrooms in peace and the real creepers focused on tapping hotel rooms and the such, a much better area than stalking hotties takings nasty shits of all things, but then they pass a few laws in some places and people are on edge all over the place.

Kind of reminds me of when this whole place went Elite, and all of a sudden everyone has lost their mind seeing cheaters and unfairness in every corner.

Apparently these tag titles have been ruled with unfairness ever since Hexa-gun got a hold of them, some say, but I’d like to ask what is the evidence behind such claims? Where is the secret stash of videos where The Mercenaries and Drake & Jones were straight up cheating and screwing people over left and right? And how come nobody is every able to provide these examples whenever they through their accusations?  I’m not one to avoid shady practices, but I’d like to at least see these shady practices being presented that make us such terrible heads of the division that we’re unfair in, a huge claim for a company of people who took away our chosen livelihood of extreme from us just because some asshole they don’t even like made it so in his reign of terror.

Are we unfair because we won an entire Grand Prix tournament just to get our championship opportunity, while all these other teams that face us, be it Dynasty or Showdown, just feel the need to call us out and we grace them with championship opportunities on the fly? Or even better yet, Stand and Deliver, were we came all the way to Dynasty to stake them out for some competition without them even having the guts to invite us to Dynasty like these other no earning challengers?

Or are we “unfair” because we accepted a challenge Pizza Boy PUT ON US, and then WE WERE THE ONES WHO WERE HIT FROM BEHIND WITH WEAPONS BEFORE THE MATCH STARTED?!

Better yet, it’s unfair that we don’t mope around and instead we get our kicks out of anything we want? Wahhhhhh, it’s not fair that Drake & Jones get to mock HBB when he has to spend his time away from the business he loves when he just couldn’t hang with the top talent anymore. Wahhhhh, it’s not fair that Pizza Boy would have been fine if he had stayed backstage and minded his own business when Drake & Jones gave a tribute to the Heart Break Boy instead of being the plucky little idiot that he is, Pizza Boy shouldn’t have to take responsibility for not knowing when to quit and take a joke!

Brian Daniels likes to paint me as someone who fell to the system because EAW’s former favourite, that punk ass bitch Tybull, finally took the NE Championship after Dynasty management had targeted me for months no matter how many times I embarrassed him. Well as Brian says, Tybull didn’t last long, and all the worshipping Sebastian gave the guy was pointless, while I went on to be part of the biggest matches on FPVs and super shows time after time, so who really lost between the system and I?

Brian says my home brand doesn’t seem to miss me because I’m not there often. I say I’m Tag Team Champion, and I thus go where the tag teams are, which tend to be Showdown and Dynasty. Otherwise, I can assure all of you that annoying blowhard HRDO would be trying to milk me for everything I’m worth on Voltage, he wouldn’t just let me use up this expensive contract without doing anything.

But speaking of being right back where I was not that long ago, it’s damn right that this is just like last year, once again during the big time season of EAW, Grand Rampage and Pain for Pride time, I AM ONCE AGAIN A CHAMPION! But hey, I’m just living up to the J-Dynasty staple of wearing gold during this pinnacle time of year.

Brian wouldn’t know much about that, he prefers being champion during the lull times.

And since Cyclone has animals on the mind, perhaps he ought to explore the idea that we’re always laughing not because we’re ignorant to what is dangerous to us, but instead because we’re the hyenas of EAW, no matter how much people look down on us we always end up being the ones with the last laugh while multiple lion kings die through our actions. Mufasa thought he had them on the run, Scar thought he had them brainwashed under his control, they were too stupid and carefree to be a concern to such glorious rulers, yet the jubilant breed made sure the lioness queens became widows.

But hey, keep talking about what we’ll receive and keep hyping up our executions, just know that oh so many have spoken those words to us before, and when they came looking for us they never got to go home the same way they left.

End scene.
Carlos Rosso
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 11:18 pm by Carlos Rosso
Grand Rampage Promo #3

Carrying the Load
 
(After his victory over Lucas Johnson, Carlos Rosso comes through the curtains at the Royal Albert Hall with the CWF World Heavyweight Championship Belt over his shoulder. Max-A-Million is standing by waiting to interview him.)
 
Max: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m standing by here with the CWF World Heavyweight Champion Carlos Rosso who is just arriving from the ringside area after his 4th successful defense of the title since appointing himself Champion. Carlos, did Lucas Johnson present more challenges than you anticipated? It seems like you may have been looking ahead to Lioncross with this performance.


Carlos: No. Not at all. I am not looking ahead to anyone or anything. I came here with the intent of beating Lucas Johnson and that’s what I did. I outwrestled a collegiate National Champion and made him pass out in the center of the ring. They deliver challengers and I destroy them.

Max: Well you will be delivered by far, at least in the opinion of many, the toughest challenge of this self-appointed CWF World Heavyweight Championship Reign when you face Lioncross at Grand Rampage in South Bend and also compete in the Grand Rampage itself, the biggest Grand Rampage in the history of EAW.

Carlos: ONE THING AT A TIME! I’ll worry about the Grand Rampage when the time comes. My focus, my priority, my plans for Pain for Pride are centered around this championship and anything that interferes with that is a target.

LIONCROSS. First of all, I want to tell you something. I hope that your family is sitting at ringside. Lyoncrust and your slut of a sister. I hope they are there to watch you fail this Saturday. Not only am I going to beat you in front of over 80000 people, I’m going to HUMILIATE you. There will be no stopping me. I have come too far and planned this very thing for too long to have someone like you come by and ruin it. This past Saturday, you yourself found out that when you tackle me you’re taking on a challenge that isn’t easy. YOU were the one who was MAULED on national television this time. You were a victim to the Red Spike and you were on the flat of your back looking up as Mexican Samurai and I were victorious over you and the fatass masquerading as the EAW Champion.
There are some things that I think I need to clear the air about because you don’t seem to understand quotes gathered by the press. I understand because most of them are incompetent.

Number ONE: I am not the CEO of Carlos Rosso Enterprises, Mao Ichimichi, my manager and confidant holds that honor. I am the owner of the company, but you should show a little more respect and class towards the true brains and heart of the operation that I have going. It was through her tireless effort and direction that the deal was struck to bring the CWF Championship to EAW.

Number TWO: I never have defeated you one on one, but YOU have been defeated. What do you call what happened to you on last Saturday huh? The record books reflect what I already know: Carlos Rosso bested Lioncross. You can’t explain that one away. Do you think that taking the other two guys out of the picture is going to help your cause? I am the most conditioned, most disciplined, most aggressive wrestler on the EAW Roster today. I am the CORNERSTONE of SHOWDOWN, the show that you call home. Without me there, YOU wouldn’t be having this opportunity to relive the glory days.

Number THREE: I HAVE REVIVED THE CWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP NOT TO TARNISH Its LEGACY, BUT TO FULFILL ITS DESTINY. CWF and EAW were at odds for a LONG, LONG time. I did everything I could to keep CWF going, but because people like YOU, Donovan T, The American Dragon and Jesse Baker couldn’t hold your weight that we lost the war and closed. I have only brought this title back to simply settle the score that CWF and EAW once had. It’s not just a display of brashness or arrogance on my part. CWF and EAW have already pretty much unified in so many ways. Why shouldn’t the two titles, the ones that have meant so much in the history of this sport over the past decade, be unified? Why am I not justified in what I’m doing? People think this an act or a cosplay as Dark Demon put it, but this is my defining moment. This is CWF’s final defining moment. Every defense, every challenge derailed slowly brings the prestige of the title that you and other pathetic champions who followed me have tarnished. I am the SAVOIR of CWF’S Legacy, not it’s destroyer.

One final thing: YOU…NEVER…. FUCKING…CARRIED ME! I don’t know what some of you people are thinking when you say things like this. The funny thing is, I had another partner, one who was much better than you by the way and much more qualified to dare challenge me for this belt, say the same thing. GI Styles. A man who I had at one point an almost brotherly bond with in and out of the ring who betrayed me and let his arrogance get to him. What happened to him? He was piledrived into oblivion in Beijing at Triple Threat last year and not long after gave up wrestling. I need no carrying, never have, never will. I WON A TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP BELT IN CWF WITH KEVIN DEVASTATION AND DARK EMPEROR FOR FUCKS SAKE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH QUALIITY THAT ENTAILS!? AS A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE BEEN A TAG TEAM CHAMPION IN FOUR FEDERATIONS IN MY CAREER! FOUR! THE COMMON THEME OF ALL OF THESE PARTNERSHIPS WAS ME! I NEVER NEEDED ANYONE TO CARRY ME! Who the hell do you think you are? You come here after years away from the sport, win a few tag matches against opposition that was not great and you say that you carried one half of the greatest tag team EAW has ever seen produced?

No.

Let me tell you what’s going to happen. What’s going to happen in South Bend is going to be very similar to what happened to GI Styles in Beijing. I’m going to beat you. I’m going to exhaust you mentally, physically and emotionally. The main difference is that I have no respect for you at all. As a man, as a wrestler, as a former CWF World Heavyweight Champion, I’m going to do everything in my power to expose you as the absolute fraud that you are. You think you are the only one capable of more violence than what you’ve inflicted!?

WATCH THE TAPE OF MY MATCHES HERE IN EAW OVER THE LAST FEW YEARS.

I have done bad things to people like you, people BETTER than you, and people far more intelligent than you. You are nothing special and I am going to prove that. You will be no challenge for me and I’m still not concerned about you taking my title or corrupting my plans for the unification bout that I have been planning for years.My only concern when it comes to you is how I’m going to finish you off and how long I get to rest before entering the Grand Rampage.

You will see what true excellence is on Saturday, Lioncross. I promise you that much.

CARLOS ROSSO IS ICHIIIIIIIIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

AND YOU WILL BE THE NEXT CHALLENGER TO FALL.

EVERY LAST ONE THEY DARE TO SEND UP……I WILL KNOCK THEM ALL DOWN, CONTINUING WITH YOU!

(Carlos slaps the microphone out of Max’s hands before walking away, holding up his belt in front of the camera as he does so.)
Stephanie Matsuda
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 11:00 pm by Stephanie Matsuda
Grand Rampage Promo #4

"Our Reality"


Once again you all underestimate me. Once again you think me taking the initiative in our war of words is a weakness. You associate my excitement with foolishness, but I'm no fool ladies. I know damn well what we're getting ourselves into, I'm aware of what you're all capable of. The difference between me and most of you is that I'm honest with myself. I'm very aware of my strengths and weaknesses. Even with Carlos Rosso's training some of you are still better than me in striking and grappling, but none of you can touch me in the sky. This is the reality that's been dealt to me. Somehow I have to out-strike Haruna, someway I have to out-grapple Azumi. Somehow I have to outsmart HBG, someway I have to out-fight Angela. 

And basically, I have to beat Cailin.

I mentioned you five because the other six seem to have come down with a case of shyness. That was one of my fears about this match. As the seasons changed and the competition grew stiffer, our division became something akin to a revolving door. Those who couldn't hack it left and all that's left are the best in the world. Why this is something many would celebrate, it worries me. Everyday the number gets fewer. How does one aspire to greatness when the one who holds it in their hands is unbeatable? What hope is there if it's denied before it even comes to fruition? As of now there's nobody on this roster who can beat you Cailin Dillon. Even if one of them manage to walk out of Notre Dame the Specialist Champion, you'll just get it back. The Rampage is anyone's game, but your one on one record is practically flawless minus a few screw jobs here and there. None of these participants even come close to what you bring to the table...except me.

I can beat you Cailin Dillon.

I don't say this out of arrogance or intimate familiarity but as a result of quiet observation. See the secret to beating you is obvious. It was under my nose the whole time and it required for me to dig deep and confront my fears. It's patience Cailin. Patience is your kryptonite.

Go ahead, I'll let you laugh. I can wait.

I've watched your matches Cailin. In the first half you're fucking phenomenal. You show and prove why you're the best in this division...until you begin to worry. After that fourth kick out, your eyes glaze over for a moment, wondering what it's gonna take to get the win. Your opponent sees this and instead of taking a methodical approach, they swing for the fences. They get sloppy and then you own them. That's how you had put me through the table. I had the match in the palm of my hands...but I got greedy. You exploited my greed and I became your bitch...

Just like every Thursday night. (blushes)

Sorry, just had to throw that out there. Somewhere HBG is tearing out her hair at the mere mention of our sex life. YES CLAUDIA CAILIN AND I HAVE SEX. LOTS OF IT! Remember when you lost to her at Reckless Wiring? We celebrated with hot lesbian sex! When Eris tapped out in Ireland? We had DRUNKEN SEX!

Go ahead and scream at the computer. I can wait.

You're wondering if there's a point to this? It's your anger. Your anger exists because of ego and your ego exists cause you're just a bully. I don't know if you got the memo, but Mean Girls is so 2000s. Nobody's impressed by your attitude. You can pray to God, kiss up to The Machine, but when someone isn't afraid of you, when someone is willing to look you dead in the eye like a grown ass bitch, it's very hard for you to beat him. You got over on Sexy Curry because Haruna's a push over.

Go ahead and roll your eyes. I can wait.

Haruna you're only confident when you can hide behind a diary and a cast of characters to suck the life out of. Your criticism of me is in facta critique of yourself. That's why you hate me Haruna. Because looking at me is like staring in the mirror. If you wasn't so blind to your own bullshit you would win more matches. My impatience led me into your trap and I- no Cloud paid the price. I didn't change my identity because you beat me and it wasn't because of what Alex said. Something was broken and needed to be fixed. To do it I had to put the Sky Princess on hiatus. She'll be back one day, but for now I come as I am.

There's a pun in there somewhere.

You're not going to walk out the Specialist Champion you glorified choke artist. Mexi can teach you all the hadoukens and shoryukens in the universe, but what he CAN'T teach you is guts. You have none whatsoever Sakazaki. Sitting in the comfort of your home calling me Gorilla, brass knuckles laying beside you. Call me a gorilla to my face baka and see what happens.

Azumi, any time there's more than four people in the ring, you stumble around like a lost puppy dazed and confused. You hate it when we bring up you being in a tag team but remember this: You're the one who discussed your history with us. You're the one who accepted Erica's invitation to form Shinsei Domei. You asked for this Azumi both good and bad. It's time you own up to it. Tomorrow night you'll be in unfamiliar territory, a space only Cai, Haru, HBG, and myself are familiar with. Maybe Alexis too...she's so forgettable.

Just kidding. I'm always thinking about you Alexis. You and Lumen Gray handed me my first loss here in EAW. Of course I've had an incompetent tag partner- no I'm not talking about Haruna. It's good to see you up and about though. I suggest you fight like your life depended on it because as far as I'm concerned Maddie is leagues beyond you. Don't you worry about darkness consuming me because it's become a 'been there done that' thing for me. Formation saved my soul is many ways. Cailin's right about her words giving me focus. But what she doesn't say is all the nights she lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, wondering when her time is up. You see, Cailin fights out of fear, like it's her last day on Earth. This is not a secret considering that this is something documented in past interviews. If you're not willing to lay your life on the line then none of you have any business throwing hands with her.

I'm willing to risk everything Cai.

You're a warrior in every sense of the word. If I wasn't ready to make sacrifices then I have no reason to share the same space as you. This was a reality that I not only had to deal with but a fear I had to overcome. I've had nightmares about what it would take to bring you down Cai. Those nights I woke up in cold sweats? That's why Cai. I had to meditate on this and weigh the worst possible scenario with the best. The conclusion I've reached is to just dive in and come out on the other side as the Specialist Champion with you by my side. As I've stated nobody in this match can beat you one on one when you come back for the rematch. Actually, you should be in the Vixens match fighting for the title. James Shields and HRDO kept you away from what should have been yours and now you're some kind of proverbial measuring stick. It's time you moved on and take the crown bae.

I'll handle the rest.
Cailin Dillon
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 9:57 pm by Cailin Dillon

Grand Rampage #5
 
At the beginning of this week, I had a list sent to me and I have to be honest. I didn’t blink. I didn’t cower and I didn’t start making plans for the worst-case scenario. The one thing that has remained the same for me this week, the constant feeling, is the utmost confidence that I will both walk into Grand Rampage as the champion and walk back out as the Specialist’s Champion. I’ve heard from the other Vixens as they pled their case, but none of them have said anything lasting. None of them have made me feel like I’m any closer to losing this title. They all think they will take this from me because the numbers game is too much to overcome. For some it seems like this is more about making sure I’m somehow no longer this champion than it is winning it for themselves. So many with something to prove to the masses. One champion proving exactly why she is champion now and why she won’t be losing it anytime soon.
 
There are those that would say Heart Break Gal has the best chance to win this, even though she is admittedly dealt a pretty sorry hand. She has to prepare for 50 different opponents this weekend, seeing time in both matches alike. For some time HBG seemed like a hurdle that got higher every time I approached. I think that she even felt the same way. I never stopped believing I could beat the biggest legend that hangs her boots in the Vixens’ lockers. And my desire to overcome is what eventually won out. I never suspected it wouldn’t. Even HBG experienced just what it’s like to think she’d had this title won. And then she was struggling up until the very last moment. She couldn’t deal with it anymore and she had to tap. She knows that our story could have concluded with that match and she also knows I will never turn down a rematch with her. A one-on-one match with HBG could be even bigger than it was before. But for now, this is about the Grand Rampage. And Claudia will see the same Cailin that dealt her a loss at Reckless Wiring. The loss that ended her alliance with Hexa-gun.
 
I have as much history with Haruna Sakazaki, as complicated as it was. She befriended me early on, even during the complicated trials I dealt with via The Iconomy. She was the first person I told of my plans to leave the group and an early fan of mine. She had two wins over me early on in my career here, but then the tides turned very suddenly. I beat her one-on-one in back-to-back title matches. She started to fade to the back and I continued to rise. She thinks she has been on the comeback trail and building a head of steam because she’s won a handful of matches by cheating. In reality, it’s all in her head. It’s an illusion her man has created. Come this weekend, I will show that she still has a ways to go if she hopes to reclaim the glory she thinks she deserves. But while she thinks she will be earning this title back, she will instead be leaving Notre Dame crying more tears than their football fans. Just another missed opportunity.
 
My relationship with Stephanie is well documented, but let’s not get it twisted. She and I have both made it clear that we plan on doing what it takes to win. You will see us go at each other’s throats when the time comes, if necessary. I think Steph has something she wants to prove to the world and to me. I put her through a table once, and now she looks to show that was a fluke. She wants to show me how far she’s come since that time. But she will she I have gone just as far, if not further. I’ve been fighting my way though main-eventesque matches, my mettle tested on a regular basis. There is no personal grief between us, and I wouldn’t suspect this match to be the origination of such. But I won’t hesitate for a second to eliminate her from this match.
 
Angela Salvetti has had herself a shot at this title before. She came out talking about her cousin and how she was trying to distance herself from that link. She was going to be her own fighter. But consistency is the missing ingredient for Ms. Salvetti. She has yet to show she can stick around long enough to accomplish what needs to be done. She has been here and then there, gone completely, and then back again. Meanwhile, I have beaten her and continued on the path that brought me to this point as a champion. Nothing changes in this match.
 
I’ve heard plenty from both Azumi Goto and Erica Ford about how they will win this match. Erica has delivered an almost painstaking eulogy of her own career, reminding us of all her short comings and of the fact that she indeed still exists in EAW. Of course we all knew that. She had already flocked on to her next tag team with Azumi. That’s just where she’s always been better. There’s nothing wrong with being better as a team than on your own… if you want to be a tag team champion. But she still has yet to show she can accomplish what it takes to be a singles champion. Azumi is no different. She might have even further to go actually. She tells she came here with high expectations… really? I don’t remember the palpable buzz that apparently surrounded you. Maybe one day you will be a big champion for this company. But the road to that point will be long and traveled with few achievements. Your best bet seems to be alongside Erica, personally. Maybe you want to show you can do it on your own. This won’t be the match where you accomplish that.
 
Brody Sparks did have a bit more buzz behind her, but she hasn’t accomplished all that much. She’s shown she is crazy. She has a lot spunk, but she doesn’t bring it to the ring. And then this week, she’s barely said a word. I don’t see her making the big moves in this match. She barely seems a threat. She will be taken as seriously as the rest, and I will fight endlessly no matter the person.
 
Speaking of barely saying a word… Veena and Silence… where y’all at. When I defeated Silence last I thought Veena was trying to make a statement when she cheap shotted me with my title. But low and behold, she took the high road and the voice of her friend. She went silent, and so did Kyra. These two are all talk and no action. They tell us what they plan to do and all that they will bring, but in the end they both always come up short. You both had a shot at this title once before and you both lost. This will be no different. Don’t get your hopes up ladies.
 
I was glad to see Alexis woke up this week. I appreciate the respect, but I can hardly say it’s mutual. You attacked my friend Tarah for no damn reason during the Vixen’s Cup. You and those other freaks brutalized her to make a point to no one in particular. Madison took your place in the Sanatorium. And now you’re the lap dog to the top girl in your own man’s group. How that must feel… But I guess we know you won’t be around here long enough to let us know what your opinion of it is. For all I care, you can be the first-person to leave this match. You might have snuck your way into the Vixen’s title picture for god knows why, but you might be the least deserving person in this match.
 
This will be an exciting showcase of Vixen talent, and I wish you all the best of luck, except for when it comes time for you to focus those attacks on me. But luck is what you might need on your side in the end of this match. I’m coming in ready to enhance my legacy as the Specialist Champion. They said it couldn’t be done when this match was announced. There was no way in hell Cailin Dillon could face down this many Vixens and survive. They were wrong. Not only will I survive this test. I will thrive. And by the end of this match I will still be the Specialist Champion. The want to see it come to an end this weekend, but the reign will live on. I’m coming into this match to win, and I won’t let anything stop me.
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 9:53 pm by -
Grand Rampage #11




The worse part about this.. Is I honestly believe Chris Elite has no idea how stupid he truly sounds. I beat Tig Kelly on my own. It was MY finisher that had him lying down in defeat one on one. Secondly and most recently, it was my finisher that took Tig Kelly out once again which led to an Omerta victory. I’ve been completely unassisted in my solos direction because I told Zack Crash from the get go that I was willing to work alongside him, while still having full control over my solo career and not receiving any “bonus” in return. If I wanted a title shot I’m sure Zack Crash could make it happen overnight but that is not the way I intend on capturing my first EAW gold. I will earn my own championship opportunities on my doing. To make an accusation of me not being able to “speak for myself” is almost as dumb as you thinking you can even hold a candle to my flame. I’ve spoken for myself since day one and even you should understand that.. I mean in The Iconomy I was the one devising the plans for all of us completely mapping out our next move and any time you tried to help led us to a decline. It was my idea to drop TLA in the open challenge while you as the puppet you are did it along with Eclipse for me. So who really can’t act on their own? You need Big Mike to boost your own ego, don’t act like it’s a favor for him. All week long.. No. My entire career I’ve heard the same speech recited week after week and this one match can completely change all of that. There is absolutely nothing I could say to convince you that I’m capable of competing on my own.. So the only thing I can do is to allow my actions to speak for me. We’re getting in the closing minutes to where talking is nearly over, and it’s about that time to see who can really keep to their words and do the impossible. You're not unstoppable, despite what you believe. No one is truly unstoppable, whether it be Demon, Impact, Aren or anyone else for that matter. Everyone can be defeated including you. If that weren't true, you wouldn't be finding yourself on the tail end of the stick for practically the entire duration of your career. Do you know why you've kept losing so often? It's because you doubt yourself. You don't really think that you're as powerful as you say you are and because of it, you get made to look a fool. I can beat you, Chris. I can trap you inside your own bullshit and end this once and for all. Unlike you, I don't doubt my abilities. I know what I'm capable of. I call myself the icon for a reason. Everything I lay my hands lately has been becoming great and after I get my hands on you, you won't be able to stop me from bringing the brutality I have stored inside of me down on you. I'm not one of those kids that played a cruel trick on you. I'm JJ fucking Silva and I'm taking you out of this match. I'm taking away this opportunity because I know you care about it more than you let on. Beating scrubs is the only thing keeping you relevant in the eyes of everyone watching. Without you're nothing but a false prophet with unrealistic dreams. At the end of the day, that's all you really are- A man with unrealistic dreams and a liar.  A liar who no one other than Big Mike believes... and look where he ended up in life.. Your lackey. You're not unstoppable. At the Grand Rampage I'm going to prove that when I trap you inside your own bullshit and leave you there for good. I'm going to stop you, whether you think that I can or not. You've underestimated me for too long.



Bottom line is I have plenty of reasons to dislike you, and by my count you have given me more than enough to end your career off of.



There's no doubt creeping up into my mind. I intend to succeed and take every risk needed to get there in the process. I'm not overestimating myself, but I sure as hell am not a shy guy. Maybe the skeptics have possessed that uncertainty, maybe they were completely convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt of my abilities when I lost to Hexa gun in two consecutive fails at House Of Glass and Shock Value, maybe the constant string of losses to elitist I'd recently beat to a pulp out of swayed their opinion of me in a different direction. I was seeking approval, I seeking acceptance and the notion of virtue, integrity, and hope. Such meaningless values ring humble to me now, nothing more than an excuse for the preeminent elites of this industry to take a backseat to inferior wrestlers like Y2Impact, like Dark Demon, like Cameron Ella Ava, like all of those Dynasty’s members that fell victim to my relentless wrath over the last 2 months, like that disgrace of a wrestler by the name of Lucain Black who has sullied the sanctity of a brand that once brought prestige to it. A championship adorning my shoulder at this very moment will soon seem like proof enough of everything I've done to make a turning point, but that's just the thing! It isn't enough. It's NEVER enough! Countless championships and it'll never be enough! Multiple victories and it remains insufficient! My appetite isn't sated, my bloodlust is RAGING with the incomparable pide of a true warrior that takes no shit and doesn't leave a trace of his fallen enemies behind. That monster inside of me was nurtured, it was fed and it was groomed internally, and it's awakening. It's coming out to the surface for the world to see. And where I was once oblivious, now I have blessed myself with profound insight; now, I have achieved enlightenment and that untamable monster grows the day. In a land of thieves, merchants, charlatans, convicts, assassins, fighters for hire... I am the pioneer of the New Breed. Those who oppose Omerta are in the center of the pack, and I'm the standout. Lucian, you have shown no proof in your entire career that you would ever stop this battle with corruption. It has been ongoing since the first day you stepped in the ring which is exactly why I always continue to anticipate it from you. It’s who you are, Lucian. Secondly--- You brought prosperity to Dynasty? You brought heartbreak and despair all of 2015 and in the end.. You gained help for something you could never do on your own. Had someone fight your own battles so if anything you have brought shame to Dynasty.. Both Voltage and Showdown look down on us because of how weak you have presented the brand when you were once thought to be a main player.. And don’t forget, we did just beat the ever-living-shit out of you just this past Friday. It’s me now.. I sense defeat is near for you, Lucian-- I have full intentions to deliver the final blow myself.



You’re joking right, Aren? Please don’t even come at me with the unoriginality or even the pawn talk. That in itself, shows that you are following everyone’s suit in the masses opinion but please tell me just how I am a pawn? Is it because I have no problems getting my hands dirty for my team? How about because I’m willing to die for each one of them? To you that’s a pawn.. To me that loyalty. I do like your metaphor however.. Wrestling is like a human game of chess. A battle of wits and technique. One of the biggest similarities is the middle-ages time mindset is stuck within this sport.. You’re either a king.. Or a pawn. Well you clearly are no king, Aren. That much was shown when Eclipse took the crown for himself. You can’t be a knight.. You let Eclipse right in the house to potentially slay your queen. You cannot be a rook-- it’s not in your blood. People see you more as a bishop.. “Next up” from king. I do believe you will one day capture the World Heavyweight Champion but I do not believe your time is now. Victory is fleeting, and that feeling of euphoria eludes us just as swiftly as it arrived, but I believe who you become after the spotlight leaves your grasp is a stronger indicator than the jovial, the all smiles image you portray after your hand is raised and you've narrowly escaped the heat of battle. Anybody can flap their jaws about a victory; it doesn't require a rocket scientist to see that, and naturally I've even been known to engage in a little post-match bragging myself on the occasion... But this is only one aspect of my being, one block in a much larger, more expansive building that spans levels most people haven't reached. Losing challenges people in a way that exposes them and makes them vulnerable, but the vulnerability of what looms ahead can make you or break you as you recover from defeat. I'm never going to be defined by my losses, but I'll always use them to my advantage knowing it won't accomplish anything but to increase the size of that chip on my shoulder; the one that's remained there through countless wins and seemingly never leaves because I'm always compelled beyond doubt knowing that I have something to prove, a quality that separates me from all these ignorant average joe’s and posers trying to adapt to this company and win but are incapable of executing it. By questioning my position in Omerta all week long, Aren Mstislav and Dark Demon effectively have been crossing a landmine with me. One false step, and it's all over for Aren Mstislav and Dark Demon!

The animosity I hold as if it were a loaded 12 Gauge pointed in your direction, has nothing to do with you being(or in your case NOT being) a Monster.  Even though that's an image you have unknowingly inherited ever since the very beginning of your career in DwF, that's much too narrow of a reason for me to despise you over.  The members of The Sanatorium are but deluded lambs disguised as wolves who've been led astray on a short leash held by an unknown co-conspirator, and you are of no difference.  Though you make a compelling argument, I don't buy one bit of it, because here in EAW we have a saying about reputation.  It comes from the company you keep; and the company you keep are delusional misfits of society who think just because they're more crazy and abnormal than most, that they belong in the EAW--which couldn't be any further from the truth!  They belong in a sanitarium bound by straight jackets while a fat nurse named Debra spoon feeds them day old applesauce; not in my ring!  Grand Rampage is as close as we're going to get to our own Free Per-View this month, and I'll be damned if I'll allow you to come in and make a mockery of it.  To me, you and your accomplices are absolute jokes, a walking parody established to provide comedic relief.  But as you can see I'm not laughing, I'm not amused, not even the tiniest bit.  If anything I'm insulted.  Here I am busting my ass in hopes of persuading elitist that I’m one of the best of my generation your followers give them a reason to feel the way they feel about my generation. But do you know what makes it even worse?  Before me you were nothing.  Just a weird guy on Showdown kidnapping the General Manager to get his way into the Spartan’s cup only to be demolished by Matt Miles. Hopeless castoff of society who have adopted the moniker of a monster because that is the only thing that makes sense to you, Eclipse. You really do make me laugh. You think you’ve seen the face of true evil, when you don’t even know the definition of it.  Our history speaks for itself.. That--all of that--is the purpose for all of the "aggression" I harness for you, so when I kick your ass this at Grand Rampage do feel free to make note that it wasn't due to my perceptions of you and your allies alone; it was because I really cannot stand self-righteous punks like you who think they're accredited to everything based on the insufficient quality of work they've put in. If there is anyone pretending to be something their not, it would be you.  You're a mental patient impersonating a professional wrestler; and it's because of this that I at times find myself feeling bad for guys like you.  You're prisoners of your own mind...slaves to your own psyche...tortured by the waking thoughts that traipse in the back of your mind.  You think that because you're a human weapon that you're a danger to those around you, but you're only a danger to yourself.  Our minds influence everything that we see, hear, feel, and believe--even that which isn't really there--and you're in a business that measures success on how strong your mentality is.  You've made it clear that you don't possess a strong mentality, therefore you won't be here long enough to gum a grape more than you have.  Grand Rampage is no place for the pure-hearted or mentally challenged like yourself, you would do best not to underestimate me.  I'm someone you know about, someone you've many times encountered before; I can make mountains out of ant hills and bring towers as tall as the sky to their knees. I’ve always been the leader, Eclipse.. Can’t your delusional mind see that? You are just weak enough to do as you’re told. The reason I had to speak about our past is because your memory seems to be pretty hazy.. Because you keep mentioning your world title victory over me.. But why do that when I also have one over you? I don’t live in the past but for this occasion I felt the need to bring light to it.. Not to gain an upperhand.. But to remind not only you and I, but everyone in the entirety of EAW that this has been a long time coming. I’ve never beaten you in EAW but the record books clearly state otherwise. No matter if it was considered clean or not, a win is still a win. You should know more than anyone in this world that I’m not out for you-- I’m always out for me and I have no problem admitting to that assessment. That’s even the case with Omerta. We all share the same visions.. But in the end, it’s all about shaping my future because I cannot rely on them doing it for me. Be that as it may, with my tenure with Omerta I will show the utmost loyalty to them as I do respect each person by my side. I guess in that sense I have changed, but I will never change in a way that is better for others over myself. I’ve never acted like the “good guy.” That’s just not who I am. I’m still the same guys who loves to push your buttons until you finally snap.. The same guy who will go to extraordinary lengths to get under your skin.. The guy who will destroy EVERYONE you ever loved just to get a rise out of you.  So if you're looking to hurt me, then I welcome the challenge, just know that I don't bruise easily.
'Hollywood' Piff Fumador
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 8:18 pm by 'Hollywood' Piff Fumador
EL GRANDE RAMPAGO! It is that time of the año, esé. The time when one EAW Elitist can earn the right to fight for a world championship of his choice; at the GREATEST wrestling spectacle in the world, the Superbowl of wrestling, the World Series of wrestling – Of course, Piff is talking about Pain For Pride. The pinnacle of our sport, and when Piff says sport, he means SPORT! But it’s gonna be a bloodsport at the Grand Rampage, with 39 other Elitists bloodthirsty to get that shot, that they truly believe in their heart that they deserve. The shot that they’ll try to convince the world that they deserve. And the shot they’re gonna try and prove to the world that they can get. But where as Lucian Black, Aren Mstislav, Y2Impact or anyone else in the match believe in their hearts that they can do this… EAW’s Finest Strain Piff Fumador believes it in his lungs, amigo! His smoke filled lungs, fresh with THC from the finest sticky icky kush that money can buy… Or a medical marijuana license can get you; there’s definitely perks to chronic ankle pain, si? But this is a first for EAW, and a first for Piff Fumador, a mutual breaking of the hymen and busting of the cherry – For the first time in history, EAW’s Finest Strain will be competing in the most prestigious Battle Royal in all of professional wrestling! 38 other Elitists, and El Landerson, all will be fighting for that prize that Mr. THC needs to win. Just imagine the headlines, the fan fare; Piff Fumador wins the 2016 Grand Rampage! The day will be turned into a national stoner holiday and around the world people will celebrate not only 4/20, but 4/30 as well! As the day where The Green King and everyone’s favourite luchador, your boy Piff, got his shot at being in the main event of Pain For Pride. Everyone will raise a glass and light up a fat blunt in not only honor, but in celebration of EAW’s Finest Strain! Time and time again Piff gets viewed as a joke, a farce, to quote Dark Demon – a ‘bum’. I guarantee that no one in the Grand Rampage is gonna view Mr. THC as a threat, and to be honest, amigo, that’s a positive. All the gringos in the match need to expect the unexpected, and when a Kush Coma Enziguri hits all of your fat, fucking heads… The last thing you’re gonna expect is both of your feet hitting the mat by the doing of Piff Fumador. Piff ‘just a joke’ Fumador, the guy who nobody takes seriously… But the Grand Rampage is serious business, hombre. And none of the participants in the match are gonna like the punchline of this so called ‘joke’ when it gets rammed down their fucking throats. Always smoking grass and kicking ass, it’s gonna be a field day for The Green King with 39 other asses to kick!
 
It’s gonna be a back to back double stack, jack. The Big Mac of victories, homie. Because not only is Piff Fumador going to win the Grand Rampage this weekend, but next week he’s also going to win the New Breed Championship at Showdown. Could this be a first in EAW history? For the first time the New Breed Champion will be heading into Pain For Pride to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship? And when Piff wins both titles, they will be unified to create… The New Strain Championship. Not the Smokin’ Skull, but the Smokin’ Weed Championship and you can take those words as gospel when they’re coming out of the mouth of Piff 4:20, esé. It’s not a conflict, or a distraction that your boy is challenging for the New Breed title next week; it’s an opportunity. To show the world that not only is Piff Fumador the future, but he is also the present. In the Grand Rampage we have the Hall of Famers; Dark Demon, Cameron Ella Ava, Starr Stan to name a few. Not much left to prove but all the skills and passion to show that they’re still as great as they ever were, and like a fine wine they’ve got better with age. But like a fine strain Piff’s got enough chemicals in him to supercharge himself into the superstar stratosphere. You can throw all of your career accomplishments in Piff’s face, like it means anything. Axl Rose sang on Appetite for Destruction, but now anything he touches turns to complete shit, esé. You might have won a World Championship 5 years ago, but the new breed of EAW is hungry, hungry for a title shot. Piff’s extra hungry for a title shot because your boy has got some mad munchies! Not that Piff doesn’t respect all the Hall of Famers that have given their bodies and legacies to EAW, but Grand Rampage is for the future to step up to the plate; And Piff Fumador is the future. And then there’s people who have been around the block but have never had their main event shot. People like Eclipse Diemos, Rhaegar or Kenny Drake. These are the threats are to the match, the gringos who have the most to prove. But really you need to look at Lucian Black or Aren Mstislav, people like these homies whose names look like they’re being ready to be lit in lights. Just on the cusp of main eventing, they can taste the glory… But that taste is gonna be slapped out of their mouths by EAW’s Finest Strain. Piff is now. The Grande Rampago is the stage, and it’s the Certain Call for Piff.
 
   
I will win.
Eclipse Diemos
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 8:14 pm by Eclipse Diemos
Memoria


“The past is the past. It doesn’t define us. Our past only offers a glimpse of who we are, there's so much more to us than what we came from. That’s something you taught me.” Maero stated from beside Eclipse as he watched his ‘older brother’ walk through the small shed behind the home. The shed itself was dismal, a fortification of rotting wood and barely any paint, but it was also Eclipse’s personal area. There were very few places that every member of the Sanatorium could go through on their own, and that shed was one of them. A private place to get away from everything else. Eclipse walked through it with a malicious glint in his eyes. A glint that only grew wider as Maero watched him remove a stained brown bag from the side of the shed, setting it down on the floor as he went to a crouch, looking up at Maero with a grin.


“Do you know why JJ loves bringing up the past? Because in the entire time that I’ve known him he has only ever looked to the future when he saw himself in the headline of it. DWF was the first ever wrestling promotion I took part in. I was young. Foolish. I tried to be untrue to myself, saying that I was simply a renowned fighter and that was it. I was trying to be happy, confident, and nothing but hardcore. My nickname? The Hardcore Demon. It wasn’t until I began to feel the pressures of keeping up a facade that I became true to myself. I turned back into that darkness. I found myself again. And through it all there was one man who kept overlooking me. JJ Silva. The man who proclaimed himself as the Icon. The Icon overlooked me the entire time. Do you know what made him finally look at me?


It was because he needed help. He needed help defeating a group that had become very invasive in DWF. The NWO of DWF. He enlisted the aid of me, and of a former associate Josh. The three of us together finally took down the NWO, but after that where could we go? We separated again, mostly because I couldn’t stand to be lead by someone who was only in it for the spotlight on himself. That’s who JJ is. And have we fought before. The past is filled with our confrontations. I’ve felt his hands upon my throat, hell he threw me out of a fucking building at one point. In the end we are always going to fight. There is no in between with us, one way or the other we will be forced to make each other bleed.”


He sighed as he finished up, turning the bag over and dumping out its contents. Pieces of an old belt. Leather, broken plate, the words DWF written on it. The original DWF World Heavyweight Title belt. He kicked at the pieces slightly, watching the bits flop around on the ground before he picked up a final piece, tossing it into the air and watching as Maero caught it.


“That’s JJ’s legacy. A broken shattered remnant of the past that I took from him. So, he feels that we should skip all of that, and focus on the future. Yet he’s so willing to focus on the past again. Iconomy. Iconomy, his creation and one that I joined into because I was naive enough to think that he had changed. I was dumb enough to believe that he would share the spotlight with us. My mistake. My big mistake. I watched his treatment of Cailin Dillon, and watched as she left the group, striking out on her own. Wasn’t that great to witness? The first signs of cracks in the Iconomy. The sight of Cailin Dillon walking out on the rest of the Iconomy. Yet I stayed. I stayed because I believed that they were family, and that I was mistaken to try and leave them...and JJ betrayed me. Gathered up what remained of his little stable and stabbed me in the back. Replaced me with a runt that couldn’t stand up to the rest of us. And he wants to talk about beating me. JJ, in our time here in EAW you have never beaten me. You haven’t even come close to it. You left that job to Chris Elite. And Chris Elite has done more against me within a match than you have come close to you in your time here. The Iconomy moved on without you. You became a footnote in our history.

In the time that we have been here, I have earned my way to the top of the pecking order on Voltage. It’s my kingdom. The entirety of EAW is my playground. My kingdom. And you, a man who wished to bring about anarchy have become the thing that we hated the most. You are the system. The established world of an old kingdom, whose towers loom over the horizon, but the castle has crumbled into ash. That’s your kingdom JJ. Your kingdom of the past that you point your fingers to and say do not matter as you wave your flags over it. You dwell in the past, Icon. Me? I’m the future. I’m the instrument of change in EAW. As it’s king, it’s my job to make sure that the world that we live in doesn’t become boring, doesn’t become an outdated throwback to the past. And that’s what JJ Silva desires...or what Zack Crash desires and weaves through the mouth of JJ. So, Icon, are you going to stick to being a puppet...or are you going to finally step up and be a leader?”
The Consigliere
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 6:13 pm by The Consigliere
IV

I run fast, nobody could keep up. My bow is in my left hand, my arrow on my right, from the quiver that hang from my shoulder to my back.

I was on alert, not letting anyone catch me off guard. I glance carefully from left and right...

"Come at me with everything you have" I whisper to myself. "Try and dig your sharp claws in my skin. Try and hit me in the head with a big rock to end my misery. Try and dismantle me, and stab my heart with your swords. I WILL see you coming."

I saw an enemy running from a bush and towards me, carrying a pipe in his hand. With the precision of a hawk, I shot two arrows to his direction. One hit his throat, the other? Right between the eyes. He was a bloody mess, I smiled with pride. I have this in the bag. Just you watch.

Another snuck up on me, intending to whip me with the chains wrapped around his hand. He struck my back, and struck again... in that moment, I was in agony. But I kept moving towards a tree with a wide trunk. Almost crying in pain, but never made a single sound.

With force, he wrapped his chain around the tree, assuming he has caught me within it. He tightened his grip. He walked towards the tree and right as he saw that he trapped nothing, I once again shot an arrow right on his forehead going through his skull. I was satisfied.

And then I started to climb the tree to give myself the advantage. Long-range fights, I can't get enough of it. I see them all clearly, I just have to shoot my arrows.. one.. by one.. by one.

An enemy caught me by surprise, he was hanging on the tree this whole time, same as I. He yanked my hair, as he drove a fist right to my face. I started to retaliate, elbow after elbow, my own punches to his gut, and after he let go of my hair, I wasted no time and pushed him away.

"Do not fucking test me" I say to him, as he hung on to a branch high up the tree.

"If I have to go through all of you to prove that I am worth a Champion, then I will not hesitate."

"The moment I bleed to death, and can no longer make another move, trapped in a situation I cannot escape, you better make certain you take my life where I stand."

"Because the moment I fight back, the moment you let me escape, your time is done..."

"And it will be the last you see the day."

I step on his fingers that are hanging onto the branch... as hard as I can until he lets go, and falls to his death...

And then there was silence.

...

A word of advice -- before you open your disgusting mouth and voice your opinions to the public audience, I want you to practice what you want to say in front of the mirror to avoid looking like a fucking retard. It's a lesson Chris Elite has neglected for the longest time. He likes to think of himself as someone as charismatic as my dear Y2Impact. He views himself as a younger, more athletic version of Donald Trump, who... Knows the best words, but is only coming off as a laughable dimwit continuously finding flaws in Y2Impact and The Mercenaries, to no avail, desperately trying to gain some ammo, even having the audacity to point fingers on teams that he thinks are bound to betray one another, for the sole reason that he couldn't keep fighting with his own. Do you want to know why Y2Impact and I have stuck around in EAW as a tag team with no signs of diminishing or falling apart? Because we are not as petty as your bitchass. We do not throw each other under the buss the first sign of disagreement. We don't decide that enough is enough when we have the slightest difference of opinions, we work it out as a team, and support one another, because that's just what we are. We are not fragile even in our individual pursuits because the big difference between you and The Mercenaries is that we stick to our convictions and actually help one another just to let the world know that whatever they throw our way, we can overcome. Long after the Tag Team Championships, long after Hexa-gun's disbandment, we still stand side to side ready to take a bullet for one another if needed... But you... BUT YOU, Chris Elite.. you turned away from your beliefs and everything the Iconomy stood for because you got scared of the burden you believe was too heavy for you to carry before you even tried! You never trusted your team mates! You never kept pushing yourselves, and spent more time placing blame on every single individual who are taking opportunities that you believe is yours instead of proving to the world that you deserve more than what you have. You never improve on your fucking flaws. You never tried to fulfill your very purpose, and the first opportunity you find to get away from Dynasty Wrestling or The Iconomy, you just fucking jump right into it because you are ashamed of the decisions you have made starting from saying Yes to becoming part of that pathetic team. You're a coward and a fraud. No one trusts your capabilities, and nobody believes that you're more than capable of lasting 10 minutes in the Grand Rampage without getting eliminated with one clothesline to the neck. You don't represent the new breed of competitors in EAW today, you represent every entitled moron in a wrestling gear who thinks they can just walk in the scene and talk about how much they deserve this win without even realizing the fact that never will they measure up to the real competition. And everything I've known about you -- from how much you are going to fail as an individual wrestler, how badly you're going to disappoint your loving fans, to squandering Championship opportunities, even those that are given to you on a sliver platter -- have always been correct because that's just the type of person you are. You live the small moments in months-ago-or-so matches where you actually something right for the first time in your going-nowhere career. You live in the memories of your almost-wins. And for that you will be left with NOTHING. Nothing but the screams of your horrible death as you've done living your unfulfilled life that you fucking wasted prancing around and doing nothing while literally EVERYONE is getting ahead of you! And I don't even know how many times I've called you out for it, and told you that you've been operating wrong, but you never fucking listen. You just never fucking change. YOU JUST NEVER IMPROVE! How am I supposed to work with this, Chris Elite? How do I take you seriously when you don't even make any respectful effort into your cringeworthy speeches that consist of nothing but empty promises and the cry for desperation? Before you point your fingers to others who, if you want to keep scores, have done more in their careers since the last we faced each other in order to find a flaw in their every movement, why don't you take a look at yourself first and focus on how you can get better? Because this "predicament" that you assume would arise with Y2Impact and I.. Any conflict, any disagreement... that's for us to figure out when we are in the situation. Maybe we'll land punches on one another, maybe we'll find a sacrificial lamb to eliminate... that's for us to decide... You are not getting in our heads by trying to act bold, and addressing a problem that we've solved long before... it's just that... we just don't feel the need to answer to you.

Y2Impact

The Heart Break Gal

I certainly don't have a problem with one of The Mercenaries winning the Grand Rampage...

I'll tell you this though... a fact that you can never escape from ---

IT WILL NEVER BE YOU.
Aria Jaxon
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 5:23 pm by Aria Jaxon
RAMPAGING FORWARD -- SOUTH BEND, INDIANA.
(Developmental)

FPV weeks were always whirlwinds, even before bell time. Even before the show ever went on the air, before the theme song tore over the speakers, before the pyro lit up the sky, and before the fans’ cheering busted eardrums, the controlled chaos was always in effect well before that point. Really, it began when planes touched down in whatever city was to host the show itself. It all got started when the wrestlers rolled into town and made themselves at home for the duration of those few days.

Aria had come to love everything that went into FPV weeks, from media rounds to the shows themselves. She didn’t mind running all over the place. She didn’t mind the appearances and everything else, and frankly, she was enjoying it more this week than she normally did. Having work-related things to occupy her thoughts was the best thing for her right now. She needed to stay busy, because the second that she wasn’t and her mind began to drift...she was back in her house again.

“You have his weakness.”


If she got too wrapped up in her own thoughts, she could hear Eclipse Diemos’ voice in the recesses of her mind, pushing its way to the forefront. The words began initially as whispers and then seemed to be ringing in her ears, loud as all hell. She’d tell herself that the only person who dictated what ran through her mind was her, and that no one -- least of all someone who had robbed Aren months back -- was about to beat her down by means like psychological warfare. His jab that Aren was too wrapped up in Aria to focus on anything else was an outdated and untrue observation, one that she could almost brush off.

And brush it off she would, eventually. Aria would go about her business, go back to doing work things. She would continue with the interviews, the house shows, and the photo shoots until her mind would drift again, much to her chagrin.

“Aren’s fear is having you hurt.”

But oh, that was the one that really stung, because she knew it was true. It was clear as day to anyone who’d ever seen them together, and it was something Diemos intended to exploit. Aren would do anything to keep her safe, she knew that. He couldn’t stand the idea of anything happening to Aria, and just the fact that Eclipse had even touched on that didn’t sit well with her. Crazy people didn’t always make sense, but when they did...it spelled trouble for certain people. And truthfully, if Aren’s need to get back at Eclipse for what he’d done to her clouded his vision at all this weekend, she couldn’t even begin to come to grips with how bad she’d feel.

“The lights are on, but nobody’s home…” Cailin began to muse, her voice trailing off a bit as she waved a hand in front of Aria’s face, jolting her friend back to reality. Aria blinked a couple times, shaking her head. She was back in real time, back at the Starbucks kiosk on Notre Dame’s campus. She was seated at a small, circular table, along with Cailin, Stephanie, and Tarah, and now that she wasn’t wrapped up in her thoughts anymore, she could see that their eyebrows were raised, serving to accentuate the worried expressions on their faces.

“You zoned out again,” Steph remarked, tapping her nails against the side of her plastic cup.

Aria sighed. “Sorry.” It was almost cringe worthy now, the fact that she’d spaced out like that so many times over the last few days. She’d known this would happen, though, at least until they all went to sign autographs at the Joyce Center later. Then, she’d be preoccupied interacting with fans. For now, her mind was wandering, and it was a detriment.

“No one asked you to apologize, AJ,”
said Tarah, her tone of voice sympathetic. She leaned back against her chair a little. “Matter of fact, we’re asking you to talk. That might help.”

Cailin took a sip of her drink, and nodded in Tarah’s direction. “Harls might be onto something. Maybe it’ll help you clear your head.” The Texan shrugged. “I think I’d know, I mean...I was in The Iconomy, after all. I know the lengths Eclipse goes to just to mess with someone.”

Aria winced, staring down at the table momentarily. She used her straw to stir her drink absentmindedly as she met her friends’ gazes again. “Some people do shit upfront, to your face. Some people are sneaky and do shit behind your back, but that...whatever that was, that was different.” She exhaled sharply. “I guess the fact that Grand Rampage is coming and the stakes are higher can make even the craziest people realize they gotta step their game up and stoop a little bit lower.”

Stephanie scoffed and shook her head. “Call it what you want, but he went too far. Using different tactics in a big-match scenario is one thing, but he crossed all kinda lines with that shit.” She folded her arms across her chest. “If there’s a silver lining, it’s that he didn’t actually, ya know, physically harm you. It’s not like Aren doesn’t already have enough of a reason to…”

Aria cut Steph off by pointing in her direction when she said Aren’s name. “That’s the thing, though. He has a whole new incentive to win, but winning and going after one person in particular for breaking into your girlfriend’s house are two different things. I’m worried about him, not me.” She went to rest an elbow on the table. “Eclipse likes to ramble, but he was actually right about something. Aren would never let anything happen to me, and then to think that something almost did...I know that messed with him, even if he wouldn’t tell me so.”

“Don’t give the psycho too much credit,” Tarah remarked, “it’s not like he was onto anything brand new by saying that. Aren wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, big fucking deal. Everyone knows that.”

“True enough, but it’s not like anyone else tried to prey on that, either,” replied Steph, “I know it’s easier said than done, Ria, but the only thing you can do is just not think about it.”

“Believe me, I tried,” Aria said. “As long as I’m doing something, I’m alright. I’ve been okay, for the most part, since we’ve all been so busy this week. It’s when I have downtime that it becomes a problem.” She took a sip of her drink before placing it back on the tabletop, slamming it down harder than she’d intended. “I need this weekend to be over, man. When Aren goes out there and wins, it’ll probably render all this bullshit null and void anyway.”

Cailin smiled. “Here’s to hoping,” she mused, taking her phone out of her purse before turning it around so the other girls could see. “Look at the time. We gotta go now if we’re gonna make that long walk back to the arena in time.”

“Time to go,” Tarah said happily, pushing her sunglasses back up on the bridge of her nose as all four of them rose from their seats. She placed a hand on Aria’s shoulder as they got ready to leave. “Everything will be fine, okay?”

Aria smiled warmly in response. “It’s more reassuring when you guys say it.”
AlexisDiemos
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 4:45 pm by AlexisDiemos
“Hey girls! I suppose you’re wondering why it took me so long to respond? Or you all don’t care. You all might think that I’m just a nobody in this division now. Someone who hasn’t done anything of note since I’ve joined. Someone who can be overlooked. Then again...some of you may not even know who I am so that comes as no surprise. Allow me to retort to some of those arguments. I am Alexis Diemos. I’m not some worm that’s crawling under your feet, willing to be stepped on. I am here to achieve the greatness that I have chosen to build for myself, and I’m not going to let any one of you continue to do that. Not at my expense. A little under a month ago, I was supposed to be in contention for the Vixens championship itself. I was going to compete with and against my best friend, my sister, Madison Kaline. I was supposed to go against one of the greatest vixens in EAW history, Tarah Nova. I was supposed to test my strength against the champion, Eris LeCava. That didn’t happen...and I was put on the shelf. I was sidelined. I’m not going to stand on a pulpit and bitch about the things that have happened in the past, because, they have already happened. I’m not going to pretend that I’ve always been the best in this industry, I’m not. Far from it. We’ve seen the best, we compete against the best, and we make ourselves the best. I damn well am not the best, but I’m pretty damn close. I’ve had wonderful matches against opponents ten times what I am. I have fought wars in EAW, and I have the battle scars to prove, just like every other vixen competing in that match. We fight for the Specialist title, but some of us fight for more than that. Some of us fight for respect, for honor, and for the chance to prove that they are indeed the best. That’s something I have to prove. Something I have to create for myself, and no one else is going to take that away from me.


No one. Not even the famed indie darling Stephanie Matsuda. A woman who, contrary to popular belief, I have a lot of respect for. Why? The answer is simple really. She’s proven that she stands on a higher plane than most of the other vixens. Is it her background? Her training? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. She’s showing something that we’ve all wanted to see. Aggression. The purest sign of anger and frustration that exists beyond the realm of what she came in here with. I have so much respect for her...and yet here comes the same stupid argument again. The statement that I relied on my husband to elevate me. See, I think you’ll notice something Stephanie. I never relied on Eclipse to do anything for me, other than to be my support and my backbone when I needed help. I can do things by myself, and I always have. And yes, Tarah Nova did hurt me. She beat me down, broke me, put me in the hospital, but you want to know something? These scars I have? They’ve healed. The scars Haruna left you? Those deep marks all the way through your soul. Those are festering right now. They’ve already become infected. You can see it in how you fight now. The way you’re reactions are. You keep trying to hide it, but I can see it. I can see that you are about to lose your control. You are about to enter a very dark place Cloud, and the Formation are going to have to do one of two things. Either stand in your path and stop you...something that could cause more bloodshed, or leave you to fall into the darkness. So, if you unleash it or not in the match, that’s on you...but it’s called a Rampage, Stephanie. That might be the only way for you to survive it.


But if it wasn’t just one person claiming that my husband is my strength, it has to be two. It has to be Haruna Sakazaki as well, the vixen who I beat at Empress of Elite, and the vixen who time and time again has proved that she can’t pull herself out of the darkness unless someone shines a flashlight directly in her fucking eyes! Haruna wants to talk about how I have to have my husband behind me to make me strong...and yet...how did she beat Stephanie the first time? Oh yeah, Jade Knight ran interference. Who is now behind you every step of the way? Mexican Samurai. Oh wait...do those not count? Right, of course they wouldn’t. They wouldn’t prove your point. You’re a hypocrite Haruna. You talk about how we failed you during the Pain for Pride match...but then you never did anything to try to regain that step. You fell further and further. You teamed with Matsuda and all of a sudden back to a rise you went...but what happened then? Ego. That’s what happened. The great and powerful Haruna Sakazaki suffers from a favored sin of mine. Pride. And you know what pride comes before? Haruna, you’re going to fall because of me, and because of that pride. I promise you, it won’t matter how much you cry. You belong on the bottom, until you learn that you can regrow those wings of yours.


I guess skipping down the line for Vixens that no one cares about it well and good...and remind me again who you were Angela Salvetti? You were the vixen I beat at the Vixen’s Cup. Not only did I beat you! I made sure you didn’t get a move in edgewise! I left you lying on the floor, broken. A broken toy, that had no hope of being put back together. Yet you are still standing. Still standing and still willing to throw out punches and kicks. I can respect that about you. It means I get to do it again though. And again. And again. Throwing you out of the ring will be a pleasure Angela. I can’t wait until I see what you accomplish lying there broken on the floor and bleeding. It will genuinely be a pleasure. But, if you want your revenge on me for what I did to you, than by all means take it. Prove that the win that I had against you at the Vixen’s Cup was a mistake, and that you are more than ready to face whatever comes your way. In the end you will fall as well, just as the others will. I can’t wait to see it honestly. I really can’t wait to be there, and I really can’t wait to be the one to do that to you. You may not want to admit it, but it’s very true.


The others have yet to mention me, but here. I suppose I’ll rapid fire it off on these poor excuses for vixens shall I? Brody Sparks? If anyone in this business can say that someone is built off the sweat of men it’s her. And people look at my husband and the Sanatorium and they say that we can do nothing without each other, and yet we can all accomplish greatness. Brody? Can’t do a thing by herself. Veena Adams? Hasn’t made an impact since she squeezed her fat head out of her mother’s vagina. Next. Silence? Oh yeah...she’s silent all right. Silent as the grave after I get done with her. Erica Ford? Next. Grace Izumi? Sure, she won against So-Shy but now she has to keep her mouth shut or it will get wired shut.

The Specialist Rampage. A place for a fresh start for Vixen’s like me. Whether I win it or not, I’m making my mark in it...Cailin Dillon, I respect you very much. You worked your way from the bottom up in this business, and it will be an honor to compete against you for that title...but I’m going to walk out of Grand Rampage as the Specialist Champion. Whether it’s over your body or not, that’s up to you. So give me a reason to fight Cailin. Give me a good match everyone. I expect the best, you all expect the best, and I’m going to give the best I have in this business, one way or the other. No Sanatorium behind me. Myself. Me, and my two fists. For the family. For myself. For the title. For glory. Come hell. Or high water.  
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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 3:58 pm by Guest
I understand.

I completely understand.

You held this company in the palm of your hands and even though it’s over, you don’t wish to let go. You’re considered newcomers to even people I would consider rookies, but you got a taste of something most would never get no matter how hard they try. I’m not angry at you, demanding respect and for you to worship the ground we walk on and for you to believe it’s an honor to get to step into the ring with us. It means nothing if it’s by force. In your eyes, why should you be cautious of a man whose accomplishments faded away the moment he became a tag team wrestler, pretty much starting over in the eyes of many until he can prove he’s a dangerous force even when he’s in uncharted waters. You’re proud of being known as the tag team around here and make it known to the world that your ego won’t be broken even in defeat so in your eyes, why would you take a man who hid away from his past, not because he was ashamed of it, but because it raised doubts and uncomfortable questions during his darkest moment. Hexa-gun prided itself on being unbeatable, laughing each time somebody tried to find a way to stop the bullet train that was your faction as you had momentum not seen in years. The train stopped and and the members slowly started drifting apart and most of them created new paths, but not you. When the dust settled and everybody was leaning over the rails ready to see your demise, nothing new emerged for you, you’re still Drake and Jones the EAW Tag Team Champions and everybody collectively groaned. I can see when it became all a big joke to you with no end in sight. Your first big match after taking the tag titles from the people you looked up to had one of the competitors fired and his partner’s career never recovered from that. You went on to Reckless Wiring and got to revel in schadenfreude as you watched the dying flame of a legend go out. You rub it in people’s faces that they won’t be able to see your comeuppance because nobody is capable to and people make sure they’re not on your radar as they don’t want to end up making fools of themselves. You also know they consider you a roach so you make sure they’re reminded of that every time they watch you perform, but if only you saw what’s on the horizon.

You remind me more of a frog unwilling to fix his hubris and start questioning things around him and what is dangerous to him and what is not. Content until the bubbles start forming and he realizes he's being boiled alive. Cerberus might have just started walking to where you have been for months unscathed, but you're untouchable only due to people suddenly having cold feet when they realize who you were associated with, that winning the tag titles wouldn’t be a walk in the park like they were led to believe by people who always sneered at the thought of tag wrestling, and that even if they would win those titles, the thought of having to share the glory with a person they never respected in the first place rubs their ego the wrong way. Cerberus might be rough around the edges, but it is those edges formed from years of experience overcoming trials and tribulations that signifies us getting the upper hand. What I say isn’t meant to scare you into being submissive and have you attempt to run away during our match. I don't need to cast a shadow on everybody, I don’t need to believe myself to be a guardian, watching over everyone and trying to dictate what people should and should not do. You can walk out to Grand Rampage in clown costumes and I'll still take you seriously, rip the titles from your cold hands and then send you packing in a tiny clown car. I know that my past is not erasable and that no matter what road I take, I will never be a hero so I don’t consider myself a boy scout ticking down things to do before he gets his next badge and a pat on the head. I saved Pizza Boy because it was the right thing to do regardless of what people say about me when the book closes. Why you’re so persistent on telling jokes is to hide the undeniable anger you feel when the crowd hears your transparent words and you realize that they’re not gullible enough to prefer one totalitarian regime over the other. At Grand Rampage, I give to them what they truly want and that’s a public execution.

Abandon all hope.
Stark
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 3:55 pm by Stark
You should not have made this personal, Pizza Boy. I’ll tell you this again, to me, the number one priority is still the National Elite Championship. See there are these things I do other than running my mouth or filming therapy sessions – research and preparation. And I realized there’s one thing I skipped over was looking back at this championship’s history. But, my god, now that I’ve seen the names who have held this championship… It just makes me want it more. Come on, Y2Impact! Robbie V! Hurricane Hawk, Lucian Black, Alex Anderson, Victor Vendetta, and Tyler Parker! That truly is an elite class. One thing I also noticed, a lot of these guys have held the New Breed Championship too. All that does is make me even more optimistic, a word I’m sure you’ve come to despise by now. Your spirit and your hopes may be dead, but mine just get bigger the closer we get to our match at the Grand Rampage. I swear man that title to you may just be a “prop”, but to me it’s EVERYTHING. It’s everything I have ever worked for in my career. I truly cannot wait to get my hands on you in the ring, and trust me, it will NOT end well for you. Win or lose, I will make an impact. But believe me, I will do everything in my power to make sure that ‘lose’ won’t even be an option.

I see you PB, and I see a cheap imitation. Of what? Everything really, you’re unoriginal. The novelty of the cute little Pizza Boy has worn off. Now you’re just a little psycho running around with a championship you don’t deserve anymore. And that’s the sad thing, isn’t it? You did deserve it when you won it. I was rooting for you at Rising Tide, and no, not because I felt that you were an easier opponent than Tig Kelly or anything, but because you are, well, were, exactly the kind of man I’d hoped to face. Strong, determined, and successful despite what people think of you. That’s where our similarities used to lie, and it’s unfortunate now that they’ve come to an end. I promise you that the intended effect of your new demeanor isn’t working. This twitchy, “scary”, angry, madman act isn’t making me fear you. I don’t see you and go “Oh shit now here’s a fellow who is clearly unhinged.” I see you, and I feel pity. It’s true, it’s truly sad how miserable your life has become after the Heart Break Boy left. And then it makes me feel bad too, because I question whether or not you’ll even be able to make it to Grand Rampage in one piece, functioning at 100%. You did this to yourself though. You picked a fight you couldn’t win. Well, no, actually, you won your fight against Drake and Jones but it’s clear they won the war, DESTROYING your soul in the process.

I didn’t go quiet. I was waiting. Waiting for you to run your mouth just one sentence too long, and that’s when I knew I would strike. You severely underestimate what I’m capable of. You refuse to acknowledge that I am your equal, if not your superior. In this story, in this tale of the hero trying to save the damsel from the villain, I am your foil. I said it the first time I spoke, to me, this is MY story. I’m the hero, sent to rescue the National Elite Championship from YOUR wicked grasp. You may not care about the integrity and the preservation of pure wrestling, but I do. Don’t get me wrong, the pageantry of this sport is one of the most appealing aspects of what we do, which is also one of the biggest reasons Starkman exists in the first place, and also one of the reasons you’re The Pizza Boy and not whatever your real name is. But you and I both know what matters more than anything in the end – the wrestling. The glory of being a champion and having your name and face plastered on posters, on billboards and over the arenas we fight in. You want to be the cover boy on the websites and the forums and the dirt sheets… but it doesn’t work that way for guys like us. They don’t want the “wanna-be superhero”, and they don’t want the pizza guy either. But again… despite that, we MADE it. You’re holding that championship, and I’m competing for it. It may not be a big deal for you because throughout your career you’ve definitely had more exposure than I had, but to me just the fucking concept of competing in a one on one match on PPV is all very novel to me.

That’s why I really am ready to leave it all in the ring. I will fight for that championship like my life depends on it. I’m not dramatic like you though. I know that even in the worst case scenario of me losing… I can get past it. In fact, I WOULD get past it and move forward, come out stronger, and make my way back to your championship and seize it that time. I’m not a quitter, I know that you have to fail to come out stronger. Last year at Pain for Pride, I had the opportunity of a lifetime to defend my New Breed Championship in an Ultimate X match. I was so god damn ready for that, I was so hyped for the opportunity… but I lost. I lost, and I left afterwards for personal reasons. Maybe that’s why I lost, I had too much on my mind, but I don’t know, I won’t make any excuses. I lost, but now I’m back and I’m better than ever. My promo game is at the highest it’s ever been so far, my in-ring ability and technical prowess are also the best they’ve ever been. I am READY, and I WILL fight until I can’t fight anymore.

Now back to the trash you’ve been spewing… You need to stop idolizing other things and other people. HBB is NOT a god, nor should he be yours. But I’m tired of repeating that same crap over and over again. If you want to worship these false idols, then go ahead. For me, the only thing on my mind is that I NEED to get to Grand Rampage with a clear mind and perfect focus – TO WIN THAT CHAMPIONSHIP. For you, it may just be a “slut” who lies on your waist. That’s the entire point, that’s our biggest difference, the way we look at things. To you, this world of professional wrestling is dark and ‘Godless’, and its penultimate prize, the National Elite Championship, is another device of darkness. By conquering “Her”, you thought you’d somehow please “Him”. Where is your own pride? Where is that feeling of fulfillment you SHOULD get for simply winning a match on Dynasty, let alone winning the National Elite Championship? We see things differently. I see a land of opportunity with a cloud of darkness overhead. I see a land where you can only be affected by the darkness if you go near it. Your obsession with how OTHERS feel is what makes the darkness be drawn to you. If only you’d let it go, you’d be able to escape the darkness and become the good ol’ Pizza Boy that everyone used to love.

You’re going to say he’s dead, but in wrestling, nothing ever truly dies. That Pizza Boy is still inside you, waiting to come out. All you need to do is let the Pizza Boy out – the one who doesn’t need validation, who doesn’t need to breastfeed, who knows his OWN self-worth. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to do anything more to “fix” you other than say these words. I know that beating it into you won’t do anything other. A guy like you would take the loss and just fall deeper into his hole of self-destruction. I mean come on man, really? Assaulting cameramen? Is that the level you’re going to stoop to? My attitude is no illusion – it’s the truth. That’s why win or lose, I know going forward that MY attitude will make it further than yours in the future. No, dipshit, your precious HBB hasn’t been talking to me, neither have any of your other mothers, Rolland and Bailey. Let the hysteria run through you, let it drive you mad – because that just makes it easier for me.

I wanted a fair match, but you don’t want to give me one. That’s not my problem. Go head-hunting if you wish, but you’d be lucky to even knock my mask off. I WILL take that championship, Pizza Boy, and you know why. The good guys always win in the end.


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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 3:54 pm by Bloody Jack
GRAND RAMPAGE PROMO #2
 
[Your screen goes black in the usual fashion that should be routine for you by now, as you can guess what’s coming.  As expected, the ominous OMERTA logo flashes in front of you, dominating your screen and demanding your attention…which I’m sure it has.]  
 
Voice:  THE FOLLOWING IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM OMERTA
 
[The logo disappears to be replaced with a scene that is, in the most appropriate words…odd.  We find ourselves inside a large caged area that wouldn’t out of place in any zoo or circus.  Inside the cage are a group of apes, each doing what it is that apes do.  Some are napping, some are grooming, and there is even one in the corner smelling his own poo.  And smack in the center of this horde of primates sits Zack Crash.  He sits casually on a steel folding-chair, dressed in his ring attire, ignoring the animals surrounding him, and they him.]
 
Zack Crash:  I found myself very heavily drawn to a specific analogy Mr. Kelly made toward myself in his recent response toward myself and Mr. Oasis.  To paraphrase, we referred to me as an “Alpha Male” and that this trait would not permit me to allow Mr. Oasis to remain World Heavyweight Champion.  As expected, it was all just a ploy to try and sow descent and doubt within the OMERTA ranks.  Oh it was cleverly worded and well hidden, but the motives were still there; clear enough for anyone of intelligence to see.    Sad to report Mr. Kelly that your plan has failed spectacularly, as nobody in OMERTA (or EAW for that matter) is buying into your horseshit!  But because I pity you, and in honor of this “insightful” metaphor, I decided I might help you with a visual aid to this comparison.
 
[Zack gestures to his present company]
 
You’re right about how an Alpha Male is a dominant figure.  In the animal world the Alpha Male is the leader of whatever gathering for that particular species.  So being the leader and founder of OMERTA, it’s a fair statement to make that I am the Alpha Male of OMERTA.  But you’re looking at this from a very narrow perspective.  Apart from getting the best of everything within their group, you forget that there is another role the Alpha Male must take upon their shoulders.  They are also the leader!  They guide their tribe through the wilderness, trying to find for them the best place for which to call home.  It is the Alpha Male who is usually the first line of defense for their tribe.  It is they who must be strong in order to protect them and what’s theirs, and as such they must always be thinking about the future of those who follow them.  They must make the tough decisions!  This is what makes me the Alpha Male in OMERTA and in EAW.  I do not try to dominate any of the other members of OMERTA, because unlike so many others here, I am one of the few who looks toward the future.  Why do you think the key figures in my organization are all relatively new to EAW?  Why didn’t I do what most legends like myself would’ve done and put together a group of other legends and attack the rookies like a pack of hungry wolves?  Because many of my compatriots try to cling to their spotlight, unwilling and incapable of understanding that eventually we all must yield to what’s coming on the horizon.  At that point you can either remain obstinate, or you can help to shape the future!  That is what I tried to do as Chairman, and it’s what I’m doing with OMERTA, you’re just unable to see it because you can’t see the bigger picture.  You look at my actions and you don’t question about why I do them, or look to the future and envision what they could lead to.  You just want the World Heavyweight Championship so you can be a champion.  I want OMERTA to be World Heavyweight Champion so that the future of Dynasty can be given the shape it deserves and desperately needs!  I’ve built a legacy of championships like any other Elitist.  Now I want to build something strong than that!  My new and even greater legacy will be that I gave EAW a better and brighter future.  And see what I’ve done already in that regard?  A fresh face as World Champion in Scott Oasis!  JJ Silva, the most determined man on the roster today!  And Brody Sparks, a woman showing that even the Woman’s Division can have ass-kickers!  You look at me now and call me a bad guy, but that’s only because you lack true vision.  But one day you and the rest of EAW will be thankful for the work I’m doing today.  OMERTA will one day be known as EAW’s salvation, and you will worship me as though I were God himself!   
 
Now don’t misunderstand, I do not plan on simply laying down for Mr. Oasis, because that will accomplish nothing.  Certainly myself and Mr. Oasis will fight for the World Heavyweight Championship with equal desire, but it is not so that we can deny it to the other.  It will because we have too much respect for the other to give them anything but our mutual best.  I placed the future in the hands of Mr. Oasis, so now we do battle for him to prove that my decision was not a faulty one.  If I should win, I will guide Mr. Oasis as champion and help him get him to where he needs to be.  But if he should beat me, he will have proven that my faith in him was not misplaced, and I will be able to show everyone how I believed in Mr. Oasis before anyone else.  I will have helped give form to EAW’s future, and that is greater than any legacy a championship I’ve already held could ever give me!  But I don’t expect you to believe me, or even understand what I’m saying.  Why should you?  You’re not a man who truly fights for his dreams.  No instead you’re a man who reshapes his dreams to fit his mediocrity!  You talk about how you thrived in your hometown and took on to an “alternative” combat sport.  This is not you beating the odds, and it certainly isn’t you becoming PERFECT.  It’s you giving up!  If you were a real man, a real competitor, you’d have told the people who said you’d never make it to go fuck themselves and move to that big city anyway!  But you didn’t, because deep down inside their words of doubt created a doubt in yourself!  I still see so much potential in you Mr. Kelly, which is why it’s so sad to watch as you fail to realize it.  You’re the kind of man who lets the opinions of others shape who he is, so while you can deny my words and what I’m saying, somewhere inside your mind the gears are turning asking yourself…what if I’m right!  Admit it Mr. Kelly, when you talk you’re not trying to convince me of how good you are…you’re trying to convince yourself!  But only the weak need to lie to themselves!  I suffer no such weakness Mr. Kelly, and neither does any member of OMERTA!  We are strong in the belief of our ability and our mission!  Nobody can cause us to doubt each other or ourselves!   Because OMERTA is a family, something the rest of EAW is too selfish to comprehend!  Soon however, you will have come to my way of thinking.  You’re merely like these monkeys here in the cage with me; dumb and lacking in discipline.  But with a little bit of training, ALL of you can (and will) be made to step in line!          
 
[Zack gets up out of his chair and reaches into his ring coat and produces a banana.  A few of the apes react immediately, coming over to him, all competing for the right to the banana with grunts and shoves.  But Zack holds his hand up and the all go still and silent, almost like they have been trained.  Zack then snaps a finger, and instantly all the apes stand up, place their hands over their hearts.  Zack smiles smugly toward the camera before tossing the banana to the nearest ape and shouting…]   
 
IN OMERTA WE TRUST!!!
 
Voice:  TRANSMISSION ENDS    
 

[Blackout]
Drake Jaeger
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 3:20 pm by Drake Jaeger
六 Drake Jaeger - dressed in his usual black boots, black knee pads, black trunks, black trench coat, black gloves, black sunglasses, and black dye in his hair - sits across from an unamused man in with a badge laying on the table in between them in an unknown room and location. 六

Man: You can call me Officer Smith, Mr…

Drake: Jaeger. Drake Jaeger.

Officer Smith: That your real name?

Drake: Mhm.

Officer Smith: Sounds fake to me.

Drake: So does your’s. What kind of a first name is “Officer”?

Officer Smith: … My first name is John. John Smith.

六 Drake leans back and chuckles. 六


Officer Smith: Something funny, Mr. Jaeger?

Drake: Well, I’m not laughing at YOU, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m just laughing at the people that gave you such a fuckin lame name. Who names their kid “John Smith”? Big “Pocahontas” fans, were they?

Officer Smith: Enough games, Mr. Jaeger. What were your intentions had you gotten on that plane?

Drake: Why do people always detain me every Goddamn time I try to get on a plane? Is it the clothes? Is it because I look like I’m on my way to shoot up Columbine? Who even remembers that shit?

Officer Smith: I can’t say the clothes help you much, Mr. Jaeger. You look very suspicious dressed like that.

Drake: I do, do I? Maybe you could give me some fashion tips. If I try to get on a plane in a pair of denim jeans and a flannel shirt, will I be suspected of being a lumberjack and detailed for the potential possession of a fucking axe? I don’t WANT to walk around looking like a miserable piece of shit like you and all the other zombies that lumber their way through the airports, dreading whatever awaits them when they get to their destination - like it’s just another chapter in some shitty book nobody’s ever gonna read. I’ve got an image to maintain, guy, and nothing’s stopping me from keeping it.

Officer Smith: Image? And what would that be?

Drake: I believe an image is something akin to a representation of the external form of a person or thing in art. At least it was last the last time I Googled it.

Officer Smith: Playing the smartass isn’t gonna help you much here, Mr. Jaeger.

Drake: Alright, alright, calm down there, big guy. You seem tense. Don’t got to be so serious, you know? Everybody’s too serious. The World could use a little less people with sticks shoved firmly up their asses, don’t you think? I’m sure you were already suspecting as much, but I’m THE Drake Jaeger.

六 Several seconds of silence pass as Officer Smith looks at Drake. 六


Drake: Professional wrestler.

六 Officer Smith continues to say nothing. 六


Drake: In Elite Answers Wrestling.

六 Officer Smith shakes his head, not knowing what any of that is. 六


Drake: Reigning Tag Team Champion? Drake & Jones? Hexa-gun? Yamcha’d? Jesus Christ, do any of you people ever turn a TV on and watch something other than Here Comes Honey fucking Boo Boo? That’s still a thing, right?

Officer Smith: So you’re a professional wrestler. And you were on your way to… Southend, Indiana--

Drake: Against my will, I might add. Nobody WANTS to go to Indiana.

Officer Smith: … And you were on your way there to wrestle?

Drake: Nothing gets passed you, Officer. I was on my way to do some rasslin’ when you guys decided I’ve got an imaginary bomb up my ass. Would you like to know more? Who I’m facing? Why I’m facing them?

Officer Smith: I don’t think that’s necessary--

Drake: Cause I’d be ELATED to spell it all out for you, Officer. I’m on my way… To Southbend, Indiana… To rassle’... And defend, along with Tiberius Jones, our Tag Team Championships… Against some bearded asshole named Brian Daniels… And some GQ-looking motherfucker named Cyclone. Yes, I swear to God, his name is Cyclone. Don’t ask.

Officer Smith: … I see. And--

Drake: Would you like to hear more? I could go on, Officer.

Officer Smith: That’s not--

Drake: Because God forbid I disrupt your serious lives and your serious problems and make the World just a little less boring. You seem like a serious man, Officer. You look like you lived your whole life with discipline and honor and all that good shit. You even remind me of Daniels and Cyclone. Look at me. Take out your phone and look up a picture of Tiberius Jones. We look like a couple of punks, don’t we? Who are we to invade your prestigious little World? I mean, come on, what the fuck am I wearing here?

六 Drake looks at his black attire. 六


Drake: I look like I’m auditioning for The Matrix! How do I belong here, sir? What business do I have being a Champion? Holding gold? Huh? What right do I have, when there’s two former WORLD Champions knocking at my door, wanting to take the Championships from TJ and myself, huh?

Officer Smith: Alright, I think that’s enough.

Drake: No, no, stay a while, Officer. I know how horrible it is to have to listen to someone that’s willing to say whatever the fuck he pleases despite it not sounding like Shakespearean poetry!

六 Officer Smith gets up from his chair and starts to take his leave. 六


Officer Smith: I’ll get all of your background info, and if everything checks out, you’ll be free to go on your way.

六 Officer Smith leaves as Drake sarcastically holds his hands up. 六

Drake: Oh! Free to go on my way! Praise be to the American justice system! Praise be to our airport security! You’ll have to excuse me, guy, I’m just an ignorant little Canadian boy that doesn’t know much about how to act right with perfect posture and to abide by all your little fucking rules! I’m so sorry that I do as I please and that in doing so, I happen to be infringing upon your happy little society! Newsflash, assholes: I do not, not have I ever given even a single, solitary FUCK about your way of doing things! TJ and myself - we beat the shit out of whoever’s in front of us! We humiliate them! We make them regret the day they ever crossed out path, but oh God! No! Drake & Jones are such bullies! Oh no! They ended the career of the Heart Break Boy by beating his ass SO badly that he had to make an hour-long speech that could be summed up as “I fucking lost, so I guess I’m done.”! We can’t let two men like Drake & Jones take that triumph! We must stop them! Stop them dead in their tracks! A little bitch that was carrying pizzas for a living not even two years ago steps up to us and wants to not only join his brethren in the retirement home, but to go beyond all expectations and end up in the fucking morgue by challenging US! Challenging us! God forbid we fairly accept his challenge and beat his ass JUST like we said we would! We’re just a couple of deviants, after all!

六 Drake slams a fist down on the table. 六


Drake: The trial’s over in the blink of a fucking eye and Drake & Jones has been sentenced to death! Out comes Brian “I COULD be challenging to take back the World Heavyweight Championship that I just lost, but I don’t feel like it and besides, don’t you want competition anyway???” Daniels and some douchebag that hasn’t been relevant since Pain For Pride fucking SEVEN - and they punish us! They stop us from ending the career of the poor, unfortunate soul known as The Pizza Boy! Thank God for them! It’s like the Heart Break Boy’s spirit lives on in all three of these stooges! And now look what’s become of it! We’ve gone and turned such a prestigious moment of a gauntlet being thrown down at our feet into nothing but a joke! You know why we make a joke out of people like them, Officer? Because they ARE fucking jokes! All of them! Every single hack that thinks they’re going to be the ones to dethrone us and give us our comeuppance like we’re living in a TV show! Just because the cameras are on and just because you two get cheered on by the masses doesn’t make you the heroes of the day! It makes you two fucking morons that should have known better than to think they could show up, call yourselves a team, and beat the absolute BEST. Search my bag, Officer! Get a good look at that Tag Team Championship! Look how pretty it is! That obviously deserves to be around the waist of a serious, honorable man! Yet here it is! In my possession! A man that dresses like this and talks like that and… and yet, I win. We win. We make a joke out of everything around us, and we win. Maybe that’s the REAL joke. Maybe guys like you should laugh once in a while, because looking at the funny side of things is all you’ve got when you’re getting left in the Goddamn dust by guys like me! Somebody bring me a Pepsi!

六 Drake kicks the table legs underneath it repeatedly as he continues to demand a drink while the camera slowly fades to black. 六

Carson Ramsay
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 3:15 pm by Carson Ramsay
If you’re being called the same name on a constant basis ever since signing under the dotted line or even beforehand, you have to wonder if there’s some truth to it after all.
 
I mean, even a man of Beretta’s brain capacity has to take note of the monotony that lies within everyone else’s view of him. Granted, the matter can be brushed under the sand at first but I think Beretta has overused that luxury. Now the poor guy is sat in front of a mirror, contemplating why everybody he’s met either calls or internally labels him a prick; when the proof is in the pizza. It’s not like I threw the name your way to scorn you and make myself sound cool doing it, as I can already practice both of those functions by simply addressing what spews out of your mouth. I called you a prick as the sole form of expressing how I truly feel about your gaudy conduct and just, you, in general. I know what you’re thinking at this point, for that to happen I’m required to possess a supernatural span of hatred dedicated solely to Mister Beretta. Thing is, I don’t. It’s rare for me nowadays to genuinely loathe the presence of an individual; heck, I don’t think it has happened in EAW just yet. Main reason being that when I do carry around a knack for the establishment of someone’s coup de grace, it does not last long as I usually indulge it at a moment's notice. It also helped mold my chain of regrettable past decisions that mainly revolved around abolishing the existence of people who…did not really deserve it. Point is Beretta, I don’t hate you on any personal scale. I can’t, I don’t even know you that well. I didn’t even recognize your face until earlier this week when I saw it grace the camera’s lens as you go about bad-mouthing me. Little did I know though, we actually met before that, albeit briefly. Upon the closure of my match a couple of weeks ago against Nobi, a stare down apparently ensued between us but nothing serious enough to foreshadow the possibility of it culminating in a clash. I emphasize on “apparently” because the stare down itself is not so deeply engraved in my memory as the match prior to it, or the match that took place between me and Azumi Goto the week after, or the match that took place between me and Lucas Johnson on the final leg of Voltage’s European tour and so on. I vividly recall those eventful nights and even most of their details, but I just don’t remember confronting Beretta in any of them. I shouldn’t be blamed however, should I? Keep in mind that my schedule’s size and business slightly surpasses that of Beretta. Scratch that, ninety eight percent of the elitists on the roster have a heftier and busier schedule than Beretta, since the latter’s basically consists of camping outside Ashten Cross’ office with the occasional pleading of Cross and Mother Nature to cease the injustice poured down the idiota’s hat.
 
You’re still here though, Beretta. That’s your go-to argument, right? You think just because you manage to skim past all of the brickbats hurled at your vexatious demeanor and continue to exist, that you should be granted an abundant amount of credibility and respect even? I honestly wish the world was as perfect as you seemingly envision it to be, at least for that to actually happen. But, it isn’t nor will it ever be. So heed this for what it’s worth; drop the sense of entitlement, kid. You haven’t been around this place long enough to accomplish anything worth your eligibility to one. What’s the best you’ve gotten thus far, a failed attempt at winning the New Breed title or a failed attempt at insinuating a spot in the Grand Rampage match? I realize that this is sounding more and more like a broken record but I feel compelled to stress on it repeatedly for Beretta to finally grasp, though it’s still highly unlikely that will ever happen. It’s also highly unlikely for him to drop the cheesy villainous shtick, which is pretty sad. You would think even a man-child is capable of drawing the line before it crosses the cartoon binge-watching; not the one I’m facing this Saturday night. Everyone knows you’re not a good guy Beretta, and that you’d fail badly if you tried being one; thus there’s no need for you to speak of it as some sort of a medal awarded only to a select few. You may also pride yourself on adopting the traits of a fighter, but leave the assessment of it to men like me who have LIVED the life of a fighter ever since they were kids. Then I look at you and all I see is tough talk, but nothing tangible backing it. It’s easy to vocally attribute the characteristics to your name, which is evident in your current approach; but when push comes to shove and you’re forced to make the transition to action-oriented reality, such process tends to be a little trickier.
 
You can continue ripping names to shreds and shitting on everyone else who’s given a chance to make it big in EAW, but that’s not tempting me to stray off the fact that you’re still atop that list. Sure, not all provided opportunities are expended in the most profitable of fashions around here. Then again, not all the provided chances in life are treated to a different technique. It’s simple nature mathematics, ladies and gentlemen; we are all human being, so we all have the right to fuck up. Some of us however, choose to exhaust that right. People like Beretta have long overstayed their welcome when it comes to squandered chances, yet have the balls to call out other folks who do the same. I can already foretell what Beretta will accentuate next, the same old inquiry that he’s been advocating ever since our match was announced; I’ll never be able to dig up any more dirt on him other than professing him a talentless bitch, right? Wrong. I would, if I cared enough. And I would care enough, if you gave me material that don’t ooze with repetitive self-glorifying monologues. And if you gave me that sort of material, I wouldn’t have unintentionally deprecated you. It’s an unceasing yet straightforward loop when you think about it, one that you should start wrapping your head around if you expect even a mild chance of dethroning me at Grand Rampage. With a history as futile as yours, you of all people should comprehend how effortless it would be for me to orally strip you from every drop of confidence you’ve amassed all week heading into Saturday. Heck, I think I’ve already done some of the damage, though it clearly wasn’t my main intention. It never will be, not when facing you nor anyone else. My ego will never stretch far enough for me to betray my in-ring objective for the sake of a feel-good affront; my ultimate pleasure is instilled upon the wreaking of my opponent’s misery. Always has been, always will be and I’ll never shy away from admitting it. With that in mind Beretta, if you honestly believe solace is what you’ll be met with in the Notre Dame Stadium as your dream of becoming Pure Champion is fulfilled at my expense, my pleasure is bound to be doubled. Not only will I relish making you down every boastful word you’ve ever spoken in your miserable stint, but I will also cherish the look on your face when I raise the strap over my head and over your fading body.


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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 3:07 pm by Guest
.:GRAND RAMPAGE #5:.
THE RECREANT




The scene begins with an overview of a dark room. The only source of light is coming from the window on the side that is showcasing the beautiful bright moon. Eris is shown sitting in the middle of the floor as she has an action figure in front of her.
 
Eris: God, I’ve searched high and low for this baby! I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve seen my precious figurines. Well, HBG did tell me to store them away and to never see them again but right now I just need someone to talk to. Someone to hear my pain, my dreams, my aspirations and frustrations. HBG is too busy since she has a heavy load on her shoulders. (Eris looks down at the action figure.) Oh, but I’m fine. This is all I need. (Eris takes the action figure and puts the doll in a sitting position on top of a cardboard box.) Sometimes, I feel that you don’t listen to me all that well.
 
She pokes the head of the toy, which happens to be a one of a kind Maddie action figure from her earlier days in EAW.
 
Eris: You look so innocent, kind and humble here. As if you don’t have a care in the world. (Eris caresses her plastic hair.) You were fearless and you welcomed everyone and anyone into your world with open arms. Back then, you were vulnerable. You let your guard down in order to provide the best experience for your fans. You wanted the EAW universe to know who you were and what you had to offer to the table. Everyone could see your giddy, kind personality. Even your ring attire put a smile on people’s faces. So colorful, so full of life. It was like witnessing a person being born again. A person that has a positive outlook in life. It was inspirational. I was your biggest fan. Was.
 
Eris takes another doll, which happens to be a barely released Madison Kaline action figure, The Sanatorium edition. Eris places the two action figures side by side.
 
Eris: Look at you. This isn’t you! This isn’t the girl you were supposed to evolve in. This is a false representation of you. I know that deep down inside, the Maddie that we all grew to live in still in there. Somehow, someway you will come out soon. It doesn’t matter if I have to drag you by your hair, everyone will see your true colors soon. I’m beginning to think whether this first version of you is the original piece. Is it legitimate? Or did you just put on a show for people so the real you, the you that no one knows would never dare to peep out. Who are you, really? Why are you like a chameleon, being able to change your ways without it conflicting your morals or anything like that? How can an individual just change overnight? To me, that sounds crazy even for me. I don’t understand as to why this is affecting me so much. Are you just trying to get in my head and fuck with the way I’m perceiving things?! And yet you still have the audacity to call me fake. To call this courage that I have just bogus bravado. You insult my looks and my reign, you insult every quality about me. You think you can easily dethrone me? You think this is going to be a cake walk, Maddie? You think our match is going to be something you’re going to be able to walk out from? Oh no, dear. You’re not going to be able to even communicate with your Sanatorium mongrels after I’m done with you. If there’s one thing I’m certain about it’s that you’re not going to be able to stand up once that bell rings signaling that our battle is over. And for the god damn five-hundredth time! I am NOT jealous of you! Never will I ever be jealous of an incorrigible loafer who soils her fucking mattresses at the age of 35! You are the worst thing this division has ever seen. YOU ARE THE EPITOMY OF A COMA-ENDUCING IGNORANT MORON! YOU ARE AN ANTI-CLIMATIC MELODRAMA OF AN DULL, UNEVENTFUL LIFE. FUUCK!
 
Eris throws the doll on the floor and begins to stomp on it repeatedly.
 
Eris: YOU MADE ME DO THIS! COME ON, MADDIE! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, HUH? YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME? YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME UP THIS EASILY? THIS IS A REPRESENTATION OF WHAT I’M GOING TO DO TO YOU TOMORROW. THIS ISONLY A PREVIEW OF THE PENT UP RAGE THAT I HAVE AGAINST YOU. I HAVE NO PITY FOR YOU, MADDIE. I. WILL. BREAK. YOU.
 
Eris quickly composes herself as she breathes heavily. Eris grabs the damaged doll and puts her in a sitting position on the cardboard box.
 
As the day goes by my frustration towards you grows exponentially. Even though people perceive me as a crazy, bipolar individual, I still manage to take what people have to say into consideration. I can choose whether they will affect me or not, but I will still make the effort to analyze what a person has said and take it as a reflection on myself as an individual. I’d like to say I’m a pretty considerate person despite my obvious flaws. Another reason as to why I’m one phenomenal, fantastic, legendary champion! You, however, are everything BUT that. I can’t believe that after everything that I’ve said, after everything I’ve done around here you still continue to say the SAME DAMN THING. The same damn thing! The same damn muthafuckin’ thing! I’m ready to pull out my fucking hair because you’re so stupid. Your stupidity continues to grow as the weeks go by. Honestly, I thought by now you would’ve learned a little something by now. Look at me, I’m a classy, controlled individual who knows how to compose herself in an efficient manner. I know how to talk to people, I know how to act under pressure. I-I mean look at me right now! I’m fine! I’m cool! I’m calm and collective! I’m ready for tomorrow night. I’ve been training night and day for this match because I know it’s going to be one of the hardest brawls I’ve ever participated in. The odds don’t look like they’re in favor simply because you have more people in your corner than I do. Well, at least that’s what you’re thinking, right? You think that by having the Sanatorium in your corner that it’ll somehow strike fear into my heart. You couldn’t be more wrong, Maddie. I welcome the challenge. I welcome the frustration. I welcome the craziness! I am Eris LeCava! I AM ERIS LECAVA. I AM THE DEFINITION OF CRAZY AND UNPREDICTABLE! DO YOU HAVE THE SLIGHEST IDEA AS TO WHO YOU’RE FACING? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I’M MADE OUT OF? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I’M WILLING TO DO IN ORDER TO KEEP THIS CHAMPIONSHIP FROM ME?! No, you don’t. You don’t know anything. You don’t have the slightest idea. You’re going into this match blind. Blinded by your ignorance. The ignorance that continues to stop you from achieving real success. The ignorance is a barrier for you, Maddie. A barrier that will never let you move forward or let you evolve as an individual. I feel so bad for you. I feel so bad for you.
 
Eris takes the doll and throws it in a nearby trash can.
 
Eris: Oops, spoiler alert for Grand Rampage. Oh well.
 

The camera fades to black. 
Ares Vendetta
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 1:15 pm by Ares Vendetta
Pay me no heed.

Keep building your walls to keep me out.


It takes a certain kind of man with certain kind of instruments to fight a war for nine years. Anyone that spends such a large amount of time on the battlefield would be deemed either a hero, or a lunatic. Regardless of the words that accuse you and the words that praise you, you’ve managed to allow only the voice in your head to be what makes any difference to you and your World. Perhaps it all started with a simple wall that you built with sheer tenacity and skill, of course, the refusal to believe the words spoken to you by men that have challenged you. And why not? Their words sting, yes, but their words are hollow and worthless. What value are they to you? They can’t harm you. They can’t knock down this wall you’ve built. But what if they attack from another side? What then? Then there’s only one logical step to take: you must build another wall. There’s enemies from all sides, you’ve come to learn. Enemies that only want to take it all away from you: the victories you’ve won, the gold you’ve accumulated, and the Legacy that’s come with it. Their weapons seem dangerous; sharp and strong, but what can a mere blade do to a wall? How can they get to you when you’ve built a way to cover each side of you? Nobody can hurt you here… But it’s not enough. Walls are strong, and as such a Castle, but there’s always a chance someone may come along with a gust of wind powerful enough to send it all crashing to the ground, with you buried within it. There are men out there, you know, that truly do know how to use their words to destroy those that get in their way. Those that slither their way into the mind and eat away from the inside. It angers you. It infuriates you. These serpents don’t belong in your Castle, so keep building. Build a Kingdom. Build wall after all after wall, until you tell yourself that it’s finally safe. Nobody can touch you. Look at the magnificence you’ve created. Your Kingdom is impregnable. Your Kingdom is unbreakable…

But what if?

What if? Doubt’s a funny little thing, isn’t it? It’s like a cancer to the mind. It hides in the shadows and it whispers threats that aren’t there to you. Before you know it, you start to see those shadows all throughout your Kingdom. You start to see the non-existent enemies hiding around every corner. Oh, there are those that wish to destroy your Kingdom, but in your eyes, they’re everywhere. They’ve already broken in and it’s only a matter of time before those monsters destroy everything you’ve worked so tirelessly to create. How long before the shadows become real and they systematically break down every single wall you yourself have built? How long before the trail of your broken Kingdom leads them to you? You’ll be ruined. All of it - everything in flames. No, that can’t happen. They can destroy, but you? You can create. It’s not a mere wall anymore… It’s not a Castle… It’s not even a Kingdom anymore… It’s a World. It’s YOUR World. It took a long, excruciatingly agonizing nine years to build every wall, but here you are. Your Kingdom now only just the heart of your whole World. In your World, the enemies may show themselves and they may try to destroy, but you just build. Where they’ve raped and reaved, you just undo with just a bit of thought and a stab of your sharp tongue. Before they know it, those that wish to challenge you and your World have been overwhelmed and swallowed by it. They only live in it as trophies for you to bring out whenever the next enemy reveals himself. They all learn eventually that this is your World, and you the God of it.

Inside, oh yes, you are a God indeed. Aren’t we all?

The World is what we make of it here.


It’s just a shame that reality tells a different story, as I tell this to a man that’s endured this war for nearly a decade and believes its only made him stronger as opposed to weaker.

Outside of the World you’ve built, you stand here before Ares Vendetta at the trial of your life: a life not built of your own volition and work, but of betrayals that came with every alliance, crushing defeats that walked hand in hand with every single triumph, and injuries that you paid the price for all along the way, no matter how many wins or how many losses you’ve racked up. Here you stand trial not at a stand with your adoring audience watching to help feed that hungry ego, but instead a noose tied firmly around your throat and only I hear to listen to these miserable little words that come dribbling from your drunken mouth. Deep down in your World, a God has just made another example out of this poor, deluded young fool that’s been playing a game both he and his father have proven failures at. In the World that matters, you’re an old man that’s sacrificed every opportunity to gain wisdom in all his long years to instead favor a waning strength inside of him that he’s convinced himself is enough to push him through another day before the next, and so on, and so on. The tired look in your eyes and the scars on your body betray every single pathetic word you speak. Every moment I spent with my foot at the throat of this so-called “God” has shattered the reality you claim to be the only one that matters. One year before all of this - before you fell backwards into another World Championship reign, looked in the mirror, and told yourself that it was all by your… Skill… Before you went and conquered this man, and the next - all names not mine… Before you so emphatically stood up there on your pedestal and told the World you ARE God, you were falling at my feet, a loser. But of course, none of that matters, now does it? Ah, but a mongrel named Ryan Savage was present, wasn’t he? A beast named Norman Hellion was there, wasn’t he? They tainted the match, I’m sure. They corrupted it and allowed me a tainted victory. Dig deep down in your corroded mind and ask Methuselah if he’s been hiding for over a year now because of a tainted victory. If Methuselah existed beyond the bounds of a feeble old man that can’t even rely on himself to the point of needing to play just another character - if anything in this pathetic, fleeting World of your’s meant anything at all, then those moments I spent beating you into a failure in front of thousands and thousands of your people will have been more than enough to make you realize that the only God here between us is the one you see before your very eyes. Not literally, you mongrel, just metaphorically, if you know the difference.

That noose around your neck is getting tight, and I assure you that it’s not a trick on your mind. You’re falling. You’re coming down. Your frantic little shred of sanity is eating away at the rest of your mind just trying to comprehend the words I speak to you. No, they can’t hold any truth! There is no evidence here before you! All this talk of being a God, and all I have to offer you is your own battered, broken, and DEFEATED body that I left lying in the ring one year prior. But now… Now it’s all changed, has it? Now you’re STRONGER, are you? How convenient for you. Who would have thought a man that fell before another once before has suddenly become stronger than he ever was before when they confront one another again? It must be a miracle. Perhaps you ARE a God, mongrel, because such a thing could only be true with some sort of divine intervention. I pray to my God because I truly believe in something, and a little faith can go a long way. What will you believe in when it turns out, once more, that the World you’ve been living in is a lie and you’re no God at all? Will you bow down and worship me? Will you genuflect at the very mention of my name when I become the God to this World you’ve built? When it becomes abundantly clear that though you may have built so many walls, castles, and Kingdoms in this World you once considered yourself the rightful God to… That it’s all nothing more than a mere fraction of its Universe? Because though you may carry an entire World upon your back, I will come down from above and take it all away. I will rip it apart, and I will eat it. And suddenly, it’ll all become very clear. It’ll all be so, so clear… Just how fragile a World can be, when you build it upon useless tactics.

Cover your ears, DEDEDE.

Speak loud, DEDEDE.

Refuse to believe, DEDEDE.


Those bricks suddenly tear like paper when you realize I mastered in 23 years on this Earth more than you could in 39 years, and all while not claiming to be a God. I don’t need a “Battle of Gods” to satisfy myself, to help me sleep at night. I’m not a God. I’m the thorn in your side. I’m the soldier that loves to kill. I’m the vulture that eats dying fools like you. I’m the wrath of a God. The punishment to your crime.

But to you, in your illusion, I’m a monster.

To you, I’ll be a Devil every bit as much as a God. The End All Be All. The Alpha and the Omega. The King of Kings.

To you, I will be everything.

And just as well, you will be nothing.

Lucas Johnson
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post April 29th 2016, 12:47 pm by Lucas Johnson
Grand Rampage #6 - The Final Countdown

Here I am sitting first class at the Atlanta International Airport and under an hour before taking off to Indiana which is the host of the 2016 Grand Rampage. The last few months have been a wild ride for me, just in January I was recovering from a shoulder operation that I got and was nervous I wasn't able to make my Voltage debut in time. I went from living off of my parents money still doing college wrestling at 'The U' to going to physical therapy everyday and signing with the top wrestling company in the world. While the transition from amateur wrestling to professional wrestling has been tough so has been the travel and mental being. I have to admit I am not used to traveling this much time out of the year especially with the most recent Voltage European Tour. That was probably the toughest month of my life, I was home sick not going to lie but everyday single day I would go to the gym and try to not focus on that and focus at the task at hand and that was reaching the next level here at the land of the elite. The other mental mind games I've been having is with my Aunt Susan dealing with breast cancer, after her surgery the results are coming back well and she finds out next week if she's officially cancer free which is a good sign. But still I am focusing on all these negatives when I have multiple positives ahead of me that are taking place this weekend. First off I am participating in my first Grand Rampage match and made it without being in the company for six months, let me remind you that it's the biggest Grand Rampage ever! Forty men....one ring....one winner....one main event of Pain for Pride 9. I may have thirty nine challengers...tough challengers ahead of me but it doesn't matter, I will power my way through no matter what entrant I may draw. If I draw entrant number one, twelve or even thirty two I will power my way threw to the end and will not let the main event spot of Pain for Pride 9 slip through my hands especially along with that World Heavyweight Championship match. Some people in the locker room maybe doubters and some people may be believers but it's every man or women for themselves come this weekend at Grand Rampage. I can't let the mind games fool me and can't make 'rookie mistakes', this weekend is my big chance to make an impact and put the locker room on notice. The showcase of the immortals will be mine to take!

Nick Angel, whats up with this NFL Draft talk? Meanwhile the exciting first round happened last night with my New York Jets selecting Darron Lee FROM THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY, that kid has tone of potential to make it big in the National Football League, Nick you should be focusing on the bigger task at hand and that is Grand Rampage. Just last year you were in the Tag Team Title match along with Venom and came up short, you don't want to go down that road again? You want to have your Pain for Pride moment? You are obviously getting distracted, no wonder why you don't have a sex life...but anyway your ways are the reason your arm might get broken and you might get thrown over the top rope if you keep getting distracted. So I would advise you to bring your 'A' game because I know I will bring mine this weekend. No onto the bigger fuck up then Johnny Manziel....Mister Y2Impact, you went from being on the top of the Voltage brand along with Hexa-Gun and having an Answers World Championship against Mister DEDEDE and look at you now. You went from that to losing Hexa-Gun and bitching your way into the biggest Grand Rampage match of all time. You claim your the Kam Chancellor but if you were Tom Brady I would be JJ Watt and swatting your Pain for Pride dreams away by throwing your ass over the top this weekend. You may think I am filler like Dark Demon said but I am not filler. I made it to Grand Rampage because of my heart and dedication to this business and that's the same reason why I will win the Grand Rampage match this Sunday, it doesn't matter what entrant I may draw. The bottom line is The Wrestling Machine is ready to take over this coming Sunday. Let's do the best for the last, another odds on favorite...Aren Mstislav! You claim I am the biggest clown in Elite Answers Wrestling? You've got all wrong, for someone that may dress in body paint once in a while is calling the young gun a clown? Get a look in the mirror my friend, all due respect Aren but wake the fuck up because you may walk into Grand Rampage as the odds on favorite but you need a reality check and need to realize a brick wall is coming your way and you can't dodge it one way or another. You have a big target on your head that the thirty nine other people see and will use that target and get you out real fast along with Lucian Black and Dark Demon. If a bigger reality check wants to hit you, I will gladly send you a hospital bill this weekend by breaking your arm or hell I will bring back the extreme to the land of the elite....
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