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Re: EAW Promoz! September 13th 2016, 5:54 am by **Ares Vendetta**

Perhaps it’s karma that brought you to me.

Perhaps it’s fate that destined you and I to cross one another eventually.

I place my faith in a God that thrives upon redemption, and here I am once more, standing before another that has stained my name. Here I am with yet another opportunity to alleviate this bloodlust in me that I’ve suppressed for so long. I truly believe Onryo has compelled both you and I to stand across the ring at Territorial Invasion. The planets aligned just right, and you stood there in that ring with your chest puffed out and upon your soapbox you told the World you’ve done it all, and now all you have left to do is to just battle with my father one more time.

Every day for the past year, I’ve looked at this husk that I once considered to be my father. I looked at him with disgust, and once that subsided, I looked at him with fascination. I looked upon this lowly man and wondered what must be racing through the mind he’s hidden himself away within. I can’t help but wonder what it must be like to live in a World of nothing but regret for two years. Two long, agonizing years. A mere two years that must feel like an eternity to him. I sit and wonder what he must be thinking. Perhaps he’s just waiting for the sweet relief of death, but I don’t think he understands that nobody gets to die until I’ve allowed them to. Not you, not him, and not anyone else. You all get to suffer equally underneath my boot until the day comes when you serve no further purpose and I press down to squash what remains.

Do you believe in God?

No - do you believe in any sort of divine punishment?

Do you believe that if you live your life walking the so-called moral low ground, that you will be punished?

For a year now, I’ve looked at this man and wondered if this is his punishment. I’ve pondered whether or not this pathetic state of perpetual failure he’s been left in is no more than what he deserved for the things he did. I never knew my father very well at all. In fact, I dare say he wasn’t much of a father to me. I relied only on hearsay. I relied on those who spoke highly of my father and his work, and I relied on watching whatever program he happened to be on. I cherished it all, and no matter what he did or who he did it to, I adored it. I would have followed him to the ends of the Earth, and not one ounce of that loyalty changed in me even while I watched as he ripped and tore at the supposed innocent in the company he once proudly loved. I watched him regress into a state of unflinching hate. I watched him become a King once more. I watched him brutalize anyone and everyone that got in his way, not merely to prove his dominance, but very clearly to satisfy an insatiable need to inflict pain. As you speak, mongrel, I can’t help but wonder if you even recognize who it is you speak of. I can’t help but wonder if you have even the slightest idea of the man you wish to bring back, because if we lived in a World where this husk could stand on its own two feet and speak and fight and compete… It would not reach out to shake your hand. It would not embrace you for a hug. It would not look you in the eyes with joy and greet you with a smile.

Pathetic mongrel, if this husk could get up, it would not give you what you want. It would slit your throat where you stand and leave you for dead, just as you did to it.

Two years ago, I broke from my facade, ripped off my Crimson Mask, and made it clear who I was and what I want. I’ve never looked back, and I’ve never worn another mask. Similarly, you came to this company wearing a mask under the tutelage of my father. You stand there with that scowl upon your face as you look at me. I see your eyes, lips, nose, and the teeth that you’d love to sink into my flesh and rip me apart, but you have very clearly never taken off that mask of yours. You expose your face to the World, but you still hide behind that mask known as Viper. You look back into your life and try to pull out a man that died a long time ago, as if it’ll all come back to you at the snap of your fingers. As if it’s all been paused and waiting to start again at your will. Oh yes, Robbie V was no father to me, but to you… My, he was the closest that you had to one, wasn’t he? He raised you to be Brian Daniels: former Champion of the World, Hall of Famer, Wrestling LEGEND. He gave you everything you needed to become something great, and perhaps one day greater than he ever was. Perhaps you even achieved just that, but you will go no further, because if this little clash between the two of us has made anything abundantly clear, it’s that you still cling to the past. You still desire the days where you stood by that man you looked up to - the same I now look down upon. He left me with nothing and gave you everything he had to offer, but I don’t resent him for that. In fact, I thank him for it. I thank him for leaving me to fend for myself, because I feel ill at the very thought of growing up to be as sentimentally delusional and weak as you. He sits there in that chair and does NOTHING while I take one step beyond everything he’s ever achieved. He sits there and does NOTHING as I maim every man that steps before me, including the man he once considered allies. You’ve molded Robbie V into something he isn’t, and hasn’t been for a very long time, and if he could stand up from this chair right now, he would tear you limb from limb. He would break you before you would even comprehend the situation you placed yourself within, mongrel, and why? Why? You know precisely why, don’t you?

He sits in that chair and has for two long years, living in regret. What about you? What about your regret? What about all the mistakes you’ve made, mongrel? You’d love to wave your hand and swipe them away, but this isn’t mere smoke. This is a fog that never goes away. For several years, you’ve alienated the man that sits in this chair. For several years, YOU have left him estranged. You stabbed him in the back for your own personal gain and then you went on your own way, not to be great, but just to not be resting in the shadow of Robbie V. Oh, no doubt you are an obsessed man. Truly, you are. You’re pitifully obsessed. And now that you’ve ignored Robbie V for all these years - throughout all the days he spent in agony and misery - you stand before him and ask for a match. You stand before him and ask for closure. Closure not for your legacy, but for your ego. Closure for that voice in the back of your mind telling you that you still have yet to surpass Robbie V. How amusingly deplorable. You have done nothing but betray his trust before you went on your own way, and now that you’ve done all you feel you had to do, here you are. Here you stand before the World, asking something of him. Now that you feel as though YOUR legacy needs its final chapter, my father is now a priority. It’s baffling to know that anyone in this World would cheer you on or chant your name, because you are no more honorable than I am. In fact, I dare say you are scum. You are a repulsive creature that doesn’t deserve my father. My father is a pathetic shell of what he once was, but that gives you no right to him. His blood does not run through your veins, no matter how much he taught you. No matter what battles he fought alongside you. You are no more than a bastard, and if there’s anything in that feeble mind of yours that dictates right or wrong, you would regret every decision you’ve made up to this point, and you would go away. You would soak in your regret, and drown within it, because that it all you deserve.

But you won’t.

Not voluntarily.

I will guide you.

I will cross you over this river styx, and I will help you meet your maker, Brian Daniels, because that is where your final chapter truly ends. You will bark at me, and you will refuse to accept these words of honesty I’ve given you. You will claw and you will fight, but you will fall, and you will die. I will rip that mask off of your face and truly show these people what you are. I will bludgeon you, and I will dissect you not just for my own personal interests as a man that enjoys such things, and not as the reigning and defending Answers World Champion. I will beat you within an inch of your miserable existence to do to do you what my father cannot, and perhaps that will give this husk some sort of vindication. Perhaps that will put a smile on his face for once. You’re no more than a loose string that needs to be cut; a thorn in his side that I will rip out once and for all.

That’s the punishment you deserve.

It may not be divine.

There may not be such a thing as karma.

This may not be fate.

There might not be a God.

Perhaps none of it’s real, but I am.

Now drown, mongrel.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 13th 2016, 2:55 am by **Mstislav**

Let me revel in this victory. The victory, that not only did I show the world what makes Nasir truly tick, but showed Nasir that no matter how high he thinks of himself he makes it too easy to get inside his head. You see this is the game I play everyday, and it’s funny too, because I always tell people that. I always tell them head on that I am toying with them, making them do my bidding, even though it looks like they’re doing it on their own accord. Nas was never gonna hit me, Nas is too soft to hit someone without provocation. I had to show him that even though he lays his hands on me, that even though he takes the first shot, he has to OBEY me. All it took was a little tug at his soft ego, calling him a sidekick, and that was it. I showed you people that Nas, is unhinged, is just waiting for the right man to say something, and he’ll listen. It’s a little ploy that not only works, but shows who the superior man truly is. Because listen to me and listen good. I don’t call myself King for nothing. Hell I might have to resort to calling myself God King, because while there are Gods in this industry I am the king of them all. It came with the domain, it came with the title, it came when I showed people that I would take on all comers.

But what I don’t get is why you people still sympathize with Nasir. Why do you people still look up to him, and think I wouldn’t do the same thing. Because let me put this in perspective for you people. Think of your best friend, a person you could call family, a person you hung out with backstage, invited to family dinners, and even had your OWN family call his own. Now imagine that, and then imagine him coming up to you, and telling you to watch your back. Not as a friendly warning, but as a threat, because he’s telling you to watch your back cause he’s coming to take what is yours. He snaked his way into something after all these years of giving him your trust, and now he’s here to take what is yours in benefits of calling it HIS. And yet you people say I stabbed him in the back, you say I took a knife and not only dug it into his spine, but took it out only to keep stabbing him. You say this, but in fact it is I who have been wronged. I’m just doing what I do best, and that’s keep what is mine. You think I want to betray Nas, no I don’t. He did it first, he started this war by telling me that he was coming for MY title. He was coming for my livelihood, and you people would’ve cheered for that. In fact had I just let him, would you people have booed him. Let’s put that in perspective, if I didn’t “stab” him in the back, would you people still boo me, or would you move on to booing Nas. Because had I not made it known that I was defending what rightfully belonged to me, than maybe this would’ve been a different story.

But no, no you people are sheep. You saw two brothers in the ring, and when one “stabbed” the other in the back, you choose to cheer the one on the ground. Why? Because not only are you people sheep, but you sympathize with the weak. Nasir IS weak. Nasir has always been weak, and when TI is over and done with, you’ll see Nasir as forever being weak. Because this man rode my coattails. We won the tag titles because of me. I became National Elite Champion, and he got mad at my success, and the truth that HE held ME back. And it comes to now. The frustration now boils over, the frustration shows us the man for who HE truly is. And that is selfish, spoiled, and greedy. And he wants to spin lies, spin the webs to get sympathy in his favor. He slanders my name, he slanders all I worked for, because of this. He slanders my right as King, and he does it to self promote his self-pity. I find it hard to see why you people, do not see this man and pity him, but you see him and promote him with lies, telling him he doesn’t need the approval of others to be great. While that message is great and all, what the fuck does it have to do with success here. Nasir, if you keep listening to these fools, you’ll see yourself a sham, especially when you can never pull the big wins. Because of these people, Nasir, you can’t see that what I’ve done was not because I “kissed ass” but BECAUSE I WORKED MY ASS OFF! You know I was like you, I was in the slumps, you was hurt, and I was barely on radar. And then I MADE A fucking name for myself. I showed everyone here why Aren Mstislav is the future, and now look at me. I Am the Future and the Future is still looking brighter than anything else.

You are delusional Nasir. You pride yourself on bringing down those who worked their asses off. And while I will say sometimes it does ring true for others, most of the times it doesn’t. No instead it just shows how fucking low you’ve really gotten. To try and catapult off of someone else’s glory. YOU WANNA CALL ME SELFISH! Do you not hear yourself. You are just a bitter man, a man who finds glory in calling out people because it makes himself feel big on the inside. While I agree that if people like Maxwell Dachs, can be a New Breed Champion why can’t you. And the answer is because they won. Piff beat Dachs clean. JJ pussied his way into a win, but you. You could never get a win to save your life when a title is involved. Hell in fact when push came to shove you know what you did Nas. You know what you did. Pain for Pride, you got cocky, you thought you had it in the bag, you thought it was time for Nasir Capitani to shine. But lo and behold while you was doing you, Lioncross was dangling 50 feet in the air with the briefcase. And in that showboating you didn’t realize as he came down with it after unhooking the damn thing. That is the life story of Nasir Capitani. He gets cocky, and when he does, he loses. Because it’s not only him being cocky that affects him, but it is the sheer fact that he is used to doing so good in so little time, that he tries to savor it. And when he does that he does it for a bit too long, and then chokes. Because that is what Nasir Capitani does best. He bitches, he moans, and when he doesn’t get what he wants he blames the establishment instead of doing something about it.

Because that’s where all this stems doesn’t it Nasir. You really want to think that I was handpicked, you really want to think that when we went solo, they were molding me into the highest power I am now. No I had to claw my way up. I HAD TO MAKE MY OWN GOD DAMN NAME! I made Tyler Parker my bitch, I beat his ass along with Prince of Phenomenal and Lucian Black, in a tables match. And you know what else I did. I beat his ass again when he wanted his title back. In fact the reason you don’t see me with my National Elite, or my Pure title, is because it took some underhanded tactics for those people who took it from me, to get it. I have never been beat clean, I’ve always had to be taken down the dirty way for someone to win. I have been a technical marvel, and I have beaten the best. The best think they could trade blows with me, but I will always be better. This isn’t about who was handpicked Nas. It never was, you just chose to believe that. But that’s what I should be expecting from you now isn’t it. I should be expecting you to choose what you want to believe. Because when you do choose it, you won’t believe everything else. Because it’s like a bubble you have around you. When you do that, you encase yourself, and you have that as a routine. To where if it doesn’t fit what’s in the bubble, then it must not be true. That when people say Aren is the best of the connection you don’t believe it. Hell you’ve even proclaimed yourself to be like Bank$. You claimed yourself to be like the man who brought life to EAW. And yet you claim I’m selfish.

I don’t know what I have to say to get through to you, but I do know that if you choose to go down this path, then I will gladly show you why, why I have always been the better brother. Because all your points have fallen flat, and have been disproven. They’ve been shown to be that of delusional man, and a lesser being. It’s all a matter of time now. Because like it or not, you’re not leaving Territorial Invasion with MY belt. You’ll be lucky to leave TI at all. But who knows maybe you’re new boo, BB, can take care of you while I continue to build my kingdom. Because you, nor nobody in the near future is taking my keys to the kingdom away from me. I don’t care if you think yourself a god, or if you’re just a delusional angel. Because I am the God King. I rule over the gods, the legends, the kings, the myths. I rule over every single one of them, and you are no different. Just a delusional man waiting. Waiting for his inevitable end, but the only thing different about you Nas is I might actually regret doing this to you. But not enough to not go through with it. Because you knew what game you started to play when you pegged yourself as the next contender for my title. You knew what game you were getting into when you wanted to take what was mine. And in the end you’ll have no one to blame but yourself, and I’ll be on the road to greatness once again.

You want to be the trailblazer, the game changer. You want to make history in your own image, but for you to do that, you gotta prove that you actually deserve to have history switched up. Because Nas, I’ll tell you one thing. I do what I do not to be a game changer, or a trailblazer, but to have this game revolve around me and only me. And I have done that. Like you said I rule with an iron fist. I have people who fear me, and people who have yet to experience my wrath. You, Nas, whether you like it or not, you fear me. That is why you’ve been impulsive the last times we’ve met. You nearly knocked my block off for tipping your snapback, and you finally hit me after many times of goading you. You fear me so much, that even when your better instinct is telling you not to, you do it anyway. And that’s how I know I win. That’s How I know that you are not yet ready, and that you fear me. You’re right Nas, Carlos fears me which is why he doesn’t do anything to me. But that is also the same to you. Fear is a great thing really Nas, because some people can change it to adrenaline to face it head on. But the thing about adrenaline Nas, is the fact that it is limited. While the fear I hold on not only you, but the roster is infinite. But here’s also a fun fact, it’s not the fear of me beating your to a bloody pulp you fear. It’s the fear of the blinding light you see. Because when you look at me, you can’t see anything. You can’t see your future, you can only see mine, and it’s Glorious. It’s bright, and it scares you. Because if that’s my future, then what the hell happened to yours. That’s the fear that I have on you. The fear of an uncertain future, the fear that if this ends the way that it’s going to end at Territorial Invasion, then what is next for Nasir. Is he gonna give up. Is he gonna leave to Showdown or Dynasty, where he has nothing to fear, but the fact that I could jump ship one of these days.

Because open your eyes Nasir, and look at me. Look through the blinding light and maybe you’ll stand a chance, maybe you’ll get a shot or two in. Maybe just maybe you’ll look strong before I have to put you back in your place. And the thing is Nas, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Not to show you where you belong, but to show you that you’ve never left that place. I want to show you the reality, “God” I want to show you that all you are the creator of is disappointment, and despair. That’s what I want to show you, and I get that chance at Territorial Invasion. So come on, what are you waiting for. Because if you’re waiting for me to take the first shot, if you’re waiting for me to make the first move, then you’ve already lost. You may have gotten the first word, but I will always get the last laugh. I will always show you why, and show you how things got to be the way they are. And you’ll have to live with that, or die knowing you never stood a chance. Nas this your last chance. All that’s left is whether or not you choose to take the easy way out and walk away or learn the hard way why I am where I am.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 13th 2016, 2:38 am by **Tyler Parker**

The Book of Tyler, Chapter VI: Necessities

Some things have been unsaid and I got to thinking earlier --- there's so many things you could've said, so many things you could've pointed out but you had to neglect me some more like you have for the past couple of weeks. You know though, I don't think I've said it before but a couple of weeks ago, in our match... I saw that innocence in your eyes but I saw something else in your eyes, Jones. What I saw was a guy that has nothing inside of him, no love in his heart, no compassion... I saw a guy that struggles every day to take responsibility. Tell me, when you look at yourself, what is it you see? Do you see a guy that you're proud of? Do you see a guy that actually takes responsibility of what he has done and is going to do? I don't think so. I don't see that. I look at you and sometimes, I see a guy as problematic as myself when I was on top, winning match after match; headlining FPV after FPV. I know what it's like to be on top. You don't have to go out here and try to tell me you know what it's like yourself because you've never even been close to the top or to the Answers World Championship. When you see yourself, I know that you aren't proud of what you see. You wash away your pain, your insecurities and your instabilities with this ego of yours but I know what it's like and don't think that this Saturday, I'm not going to hurt you and make you cry. Don't think that I'm not the Tyler Parker that has put his body through so much and is willing to put his body through even more. I want you to think that I'm going to go out there to compete and I am going out there to compete. That's what I do, each and every week. I compete. The ring; the same ring that you disgrace... that's the same ring where I spilled blood, poured sweat and tears. The ring is where I went one on one with Mr. DEDEDE and won the World Heavyweight Championship for a second time and you know what? In the ring? The ring is where I suffered the most... where I suffered my biggest loss against Ares Vendetta a couple of months ago. In the ring, I've got my heart broken after having the World Heavyweight Championship taking away from me shortly after winning it. Jones, the ring is where I've practically KILLED myself in but you know what? I'm still here and I'm still going into another match, I'm still going to break my back in two just to make sure that I get the win and that I've competed for the fans. I have nothing left, Jones. I don't have ANYTHING... which is why going into this match? Stepping back into Hell? It's everything I could ever want because I'm in this match to make sure that there's an end to this, to make sure that you're not going to mock me, to make sure that you know what you're getting yourself into. Keep mocking me though because you're not going to be mocking me after I'm done with you. You know what I don't like about you? That I've been competing and you? You've been whining week after week. That's why there's no mercy for you this Saturday. It's a match you won't win. It sickens me that you couldn't care less about this match and couldn't care less that you're getting into the ring with me. It sickens me that you don't care about what I've done, what I could do to you. It sickens me that you'd even keep talking about Heart Break Boy like that. IT SICKENS ME. Try to put yourself through what I've been through; your heart breaking like my heart has been broken, your self-esteem draining itself because you're being shafted. Try being me. You're egotistical, disgraceful and if you ask me? You're nothing more than a bastard. You've spat in my face and you don't even realize it. You're going to realize it though because this Saturday? What's necessary for me... is put you through the steel and put you through the hard mat.

I've said it before and I'm going to say it again, I know what I'm doing. Lannister thinks that I'm hiding but I'm not hiding, not from him. I'm not hiding because at Territorial Invasion, there's no hiding and I'm okay with that. I'm okay with getting in the ring with Lannister because it's what I've been thinking about for the past few days. Lannister said that he's relentless with me but what's his reasoning? Because it's not like I've talked sideways about me. It's not like I haven't thought about what he could do to me out there in the ring. It's not like I don't think he can compete with me. Because he can. He can compete with me but he can't keep up with me. He might be keeping up with me right now but out there, in the ring? He's going to be out of breath and out of life. You'd think he'd have a reasoning though. Whether that be frustration, a grudge or whatever else, there's normally a reason for him to be so relentless but not this time. We've been given something we've seen before. It's nothing but attention seeking and how else are you going to get that attention than to be relentless with your attack? Think about it. Lannister thinks he has it sorted out, he thinks he has me figured out and in his eyes, he has the aspects of me down. This is how he gets to my head, his cry for attention, his attempt at getting rid of everything in his way, so that he stands as the remaining few. What he'd like, is for me to be willing to comply with him. Lannister can't beat me and that's the thing. There's one more person for him to beat and that's me. He can't though. He might be relentless but so am I and if that's what he's going to get this Saturday... a relentless, careless, emotionless Tyler Parker because in a match like this, in a match like War Games? Showing emotion makes you vulnerable and I'm not vulnerable. I'm not vulnerable like the others in this match. The scars on my body, I've gotten them throughout my career, each scar on my body... I earned. These scars on my body is what I'm most proud of, not being a two-time World Heavyweight Champion. I'm more proud of what I've been through because if I could go through whatever, then I could go through what Lannister has for me. Lannister thinks that I haven't been thinking about what's at hand and that's fine but I'm not doing this on his terms. I don't do anything on anyone's terms but my own. So if he thinks that I'm going to slowly fall into his hands? He can think again. Because this attention seeking is getting stale, quickly. The reason you're so relentless with me, whether you think so or not, is because I've been relentless for the past few years that I've been here and because no one has even thought about you, because you're not what you used to be, because you've had your short-comings and that's it. I've been relentless with little to no effort whatsoever and that kills you, Lannister. You know how you get me to actually think about you? Think about what's at hand? Earn it. Earn it like I've earned what I have. Earn it like you never could. Effectively and not excessively. I'm thinking about what you could do to me though and I'm not concerned. I'm not that concerned with what you're going to do because I'm going to like it. I'm going to like what you to do to me. I'm going to like it and then I'm going to do, what you do to me, to you. Because I intend on winning. Win this match, not for the sake of winning but to make a point. Show you physically, what of everything I've held back verbally. I've been biting my tongue for far too long and at Territorial Invasion, what I do to you is necessary. Necessary for me and necessary for us to win.

At the end of the day, I have no doubt in my mind that there's going to be a resolve. A resolve that we can agree with. We have to win this match, to be brutally honest and whether you think so or not, you crave it. You can't stop thinking about it. Whereas this match for me, is nothing I'm too unfamiliar with because like I've said, I've been here before. I know what to expect. My body is used to it, my body is so used to the steel that it's practically a part of me. The steel structure is a part of me, I am Hell. My blood stains the mat, stains the steel but it's not my blood that's spilling, no, that's Lannister's blood. Your blood I've yet to see for myself. I wonder what it's like for you to bleed? Are you okay with bleeding? Are you okay with getting hurt? Are you okay with what I might do to you? Lannister's blood is enough for me. Your blood is enough for me, Lannister. You're going to be a bloody mess. You look much better with blood on your face. How are you feeling? Are you feeling lost? Torn? Bitter? Ashamed? Humiliated? Because that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to make an example out of you. Let me say this, Lannister, you're not unbeatable. You can and will be broken with the flick of my wrist and I'll enjoy every moment of it but at the end of the day, I'm trying to win the match. You're trying to win the match too, you're trying but Lannister, your skin is going to shed. I'll strip it away, like fresh from the bone, 'til there's nothing left. That's the necessities that I've been speaking of and at Territorial Invasion, there's going to be a resolve. Repent, Lannister.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 13th 2016, 1:15 am by Guest

I'll be honest with all you; when it came to the names on Dynasty’s team, there were people I was glad to see, and there were people that I wasn't. Not because of any form of fear that I held, or because I looked at them as a challenge that I couldn't overcome - it was because of their in the match. I've beaten Devan Dubian in all previous encounters, the same goes for Jacob Senn. The last time that Diamond Cage and I stood in the same ring together, I left with the EAW Championship, and he left as a shell of the man he once was. But, TLA and Wilder - it's fresh; a challenge that I've never been given the opportunity to take. I've watched you from the moment you walked through the doors of EAW, TLA. I knew about your past in those lesser companies, and you held the same kind of hype as someone like Diamond Cutter. You were a man with the potential to become great of such a grander scale, and whether you failed or succeeded fell onto your shoulders and your shoulders alone. You have. You've accomplished more than I'm positive almost everybody expected you to. People expected you to walk into the company and walk back out just as quickly, but you didn't. You worked your ass off to grasp onto the New Breed Championship, and had a reign that anyone could be proud of; and when you lost it, you never allowed it to bother you in the slightest. Instead of stumbling as so many do, you continued moving forward and ripped that Interwire Championship out of the hands of Cameron Ella Ava. I understand that you were fired for the company and in the process, you lost the Interwire Championship. But, again, you took it all in your stride. You bided your time, you walked back into this company and onto the grandest stage in this business, ripping that championship back out of the grasp of Mexican Samurai. There is nothing that I can really say about your past that I can pick apart. Your time in EAW started off slow, but there are very few people whose time doesn't. Truthfully, out of everyone on your team, TLA, you have the world sitting at your feet. The possibilities of the things that you could accomplish are endless. I'm sure that you understand the things that are at stake. Dynasty’s going to stand together! Nobody believes that, pal. Just like nobody believes that Voltage is going to find a way to co-exist. This'll break down and we’ll find out who the man with the strongest heart is. So, TLA, this is your opportunity to truly prove your worth. Like I said, those championship victories were fantastic, but now you're forced to jump out of the pond and into the ocean. Sink or swim is the saying, I believe. So I ask - what are you going to do? These little promos only get us so far; so, when you're forced to nut up or shut up, what's TLA going to do? I don't know what the question on everyone else's mind is, but that's what's mine when it comes to you. I'm not underestimating you. I'm judging you from what I've seen you do, and I know how excruciating a loss in the position you're in can be. There's one major positive though. You have no pressure on your shoulders. That's the thing with being a champion; you have something to fall back on. You lose at Territorial Invasion? Who cares. You get back up, you re-strategize and when the opportunity comes, you turn back up to the dance again. So, when it comes to this? You could quite possibly be the most dangerous person on Dynasty when it comes to this match. I'm willing to admit that I'll be the only person to say it too. Maybe I'll be wrong, and I'm just placing too much expectation on your shoulders; maybe you'll walk into Territorial Invasion and crumble under the pressure of what you're working towards. Who knows, but it's something that I can't wait to see and something that I can't wait to find out.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 13th 2016, 1:12 am by **Rex32**

Territorial Invasion Promo # 1

Recharged

Revamped

Ready

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

That's what I am. That, and dumb. Not to mention naïve. Showing some maturity here and there. Yeah, that's great, but immaturity still reigns in my veins. Oh, I had it, didn't I? This match at Territorial Invasion was set in stone nearly a month ago now, but somehow my own selfish disrespectful attitude took me from being the lone undisputed number one contender to almost losing that distinction altogether to now sharing the contendership with another. Oh, if only I could've stopped being so damn prideful for once! Season ten has had its ups and it's downs. I am trying to reflect on it now, these two months into it. Hell, I would rather reflect now than wait for the next season to come around to find out where this one all went wrong. It's pretty clear it's not them, it's me. Gee, isn't that something you say when you are breaking up with someone? I've had a couple of weeks away from this place, away from all that comprises of this place. The greed, the selfishness, the poison that feels this place. Oh, shit, you know there is so many other words and adjectives to describe it, but you get the gist of it. I did this because I know it's going to make all the difference going forward. Maybe not this weekend, but going forward definitely. Basically put…

I needed to recharge the batteries.

I needed to revamp my way of thinking.

I needed to get away from it all. Thank you schedule makers, you helped my cause. You saved me.

(Exhales ready to spit out more)

So, if I wasn't here for those two weeks, then where was I you might ask yourself? I was here and there, you know? It didn't matter as long as I was not fucking around this place. Right now I feel great. Honestly, I could have lost my contendership on Showdown and I would still come back with the same attitude I have right now. I mean that too. I'm not even joking either. I think I walked out of Murrow's office that night, having looked Kurt straight to his face ready to go to war with him again if needed, but you know, Murrow settled things accordingly. So, again, part of me regretted giving Kurt that way into this match, but it's a live and learn kind of thing. Hell, this country, that's based on freedom will soon be run by a shape shifting Lizard or a women's rights activist, still does the same thing when you think about it enough.

It's all based on a person’s point of view.

Kurt, I'm not going bash anybody anymore, including you. Our nick and tuck battles has largely settled absolutely nothing. You've managed to keep up with me every step of the way. I threw stones, but you caught them and threw them right back at me. I talked alot, you answered, and then talked alot as well. Through it all you've managed to earn my respect. You said some things to me that helped me to take a longer harder look in the mirror asking myself if I had peaked as a wrestler, but I repeated the same process over and over day after day. I did that at first because I kept coming back to the same dead end, which by that I mean that I still saw things blindly. I was delusional, and showing a great deal of immaturity. I think what has woke me up most, Kurt, was you pushing me to my very limits, and now I know you are ready to do it again. Guess what, Kurt? So am I. I'm ready go due battle with you in that ring at Territorial Invasion. I won't stop until that bell rings. Let the pieces fall where they may, but realize right now that you won't push me around without being pushed back! For so long I was pushed around in the beginning as others simply outworked me. They knew a newbie from a mile away and when they saw an opening it was open season on me. That may not be true anymore, but like the cliche goes? The more things change the more they stay the same. You may not be down with the little subtle adjustments I'm going to start making as I go, you may even think it is a crock of shit? Keep in mind though that I'm doing this for me, not for EAW, not for anybody else but myself. It may or may not get me the gold, but it will prove that I have what it takes to be something other than what you think me to be, that a lot people have pegged me as. You have my respect Kurt. However, it's like I've already stated?

I'm still stubborn. I won't go away. Mark my words. I will just keep coming until that bell rings for the last time.

Pizza Boy, thanks for the kudos. You echoed my sentiments going back to the week leading into Pain For Pride when you stated that I reminded you of you back in your humble beginnings here. For every underdog story though the underdog wins. Haha, yeah. Let me explain before you throw a “WTF are you talking about” in there. Think of yourself, and your many battles you've had in this company. Your battles with Samurai, almost being drowned and left for dead in a urinal. How about your battles with Jamie, Judas, and even Nico, handicap matches against Drake and Jones? Falling off the Elimination chamber from some 20-25 feet? Your body was always in worse condition than it would've been in a car wreck, but you know what? You're still here, and so am I, hence I've made my point.

I never ran to anybody, PB, and Xavier he saw me as somebody that had potential, and all I tried to do was validate the confidence he had in taking a chance on me. He didn't have to do that. He went to Dustin Brasche first before me. I guess, that was part of what my time away from this place was about as well, and that was to figure who I really want to be here in EAW. It started really the night I addressed Kurt for the final time the night before our latest confrontation on Showdown. I was honest, open and truthful the way I need to be from now on.

You are a hell of a competitor PB and I know you won't go quietly. It's gonna be a downright slobber knocker, and Kurt may be doing the knocking me on my ass thing that he does that I've become accustomed to with him, and you may do the best Floyd Mayweather impression yet and work me over with everything you got, but it's not going to be enough, not this time. I will keep coming and coming, and coming and asking for more. I will give everything I have to give, and in my mind there will be just one question I will ask you after we have picked ourselves off the canvas? Where is the nearest Pizza shindig? The Champs buying.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 13th 2016, 12:27 am by **The Elite-Lord**

The coated expression will not hide, nor pardon, your stagnant past. Here you are Tyler Parker, reflecting on lost time. Perhaps something trips inside, that leaves you ridden with your own decay. Resurrection? Lannister thinks not, for the scar upon your ego has left you tainted to the core. How many chapters of your self-indulgence must re-surface before you begin to look beyond the horizon? Go right ahead, work up your encore. But here's the REAL challenge for you, Parker - come out from those shadows that you linger behind. You can hide behind your legends for now, and replace the truths with battle-cries. But that just leaves you as a man living for the intangible.

Here lays Lannister's decree, sealed with exposed words in absolute form and design. Lannister manufactured a warning, one that you especially Parker should have heed to. But instead, Lannister's words only fell upon your deaf ears and a numbed view. Now Lannister comes for your dead excuse of a broken fixture, and now all this required is for you to become acquainted with Lannister's fists. You would never contemplate seeing the world through the image of an open mind, because god forbid you look past that stained and marked portrait of yourself. Trapped inside this swollen haze, you just can't seem to help yourself, now can you? Why of course not, as that's just not the Tyler Parker away. Even by observing from afar, Lannister has caught on to your bag of tricks, this manifestation that you concede yourself to. Leaving yourself breathless, believing the feast of words that you consume at your own dinner table. Diminishing the value of others, just to enhance your own. Here in lies the swirled, distorted mind in which Tyler Parker's list of delusions exist. Lannister is unsure what has caused such a blurry vision, but how it keeps your thoughts swinging in a bi-polar disease. Rightfully excuse yourself, Parker, oh please, enlighten yourself to the task. There's no reason to take the credit to fault, the means to a baseline. Forge your empire all you like, but how the mine is beginning to run dry. For you have lost your will to have the way with the world as you see fit. You like to make mention how Lannister lost at Pain For Pride, but that is neither here nor there. It is a bit of a hypocrisy, no less, for who can honestly say they haven't been on the receiving end of a bitter pill to swallow? To you there is no beauty in the eye of the beholder, it's the blind eye of the beholder. And to you, you like to turn that eye in any direction you see fit to neglect the swallowed pride. Within your walls, you breed grounds where only dust can settle, a haunting of the mind the second a scratch surfaces on your inner-frames.

So here you are, with your only remedy to the decree above, to plagiarize a sequence in your mind where you are not just the alpha, but the only dog in the fight. Lannister has nothing to say that will have you change your way, for you are too stubborn to brink the light of wisdom. But that is to be your downfall, as it has always been your curse. For that seed has been planted long within your mind that you cannot be touched, which is why you take the downfall so personally when you are swept from your feet. Does the land of EAW really need to have an investigation as to why you disappear out of thin air? For the truth is buried in your stones. No need to be concerned though, as there's nothing like a shade of torrential tears to wash the salt away from your eyes. But please do continue to parade yourself as the almighty, Parker, for it is no endeavor of worth in Lannister's mind. You follow the lead of Matt Ryder, having not a word of merit behind your swiss cuts. Because the truth is, tomorrow is to be your scorn. No longer is the trail of yesterday going to lay wake to the aura of relevance. Lannister is the only storm and only enemy you must heed to now. Undo all the egocentric details of your existence, and begin to re-align yourself to the misfortune that lies within your wake. You come in empty-handed, much like everyone else, even if the stature of your presence would require a bigger stage. But this is the brink of war, and to be quite frank, Lannister doubts if you are giving the proper time to ponder the tribulations at hand. The decadence of your power should fade fast into the night.

You continue to doubt the acts of Lannister, and the embodiment of power in which he represents. But really, Tyler Parker, do these willows of a man scream a desperate cry for perception to you? Do the devious concerns of your perspective truly touch the mind of Lannister's? Why of course not, so you can continue to sing your praises, and gather waste in your own miscalculations. Because when you step into that ring with Lannister, oh, how retreat is the last concept on Lannister's mind. For Lannister is the storm as he wills it, and you are within its eye. There is no need for an ark here, as the dam will inevitably collapse on itself. Your temptation is so apparent, and your motive one that will flood out with the storm. Why you refuse to hide this poker face of yours, knowing the obsession and all, Lannister does not know - but he is willing to expose you for what you are not. But given your answers, Lannister thinks it's fair to say you will press on and pull the covers over what flaws have been seen through today. You will rub dirt over them no, doubt. But the good news about that is - Lannister will be here all week to combat your ever-so-changing story. The idea is for yourself to evolve, Tyler Parker - not your excuses. But play your music - build your shine, just for you to listen to in desperate times. And desperation is your only hope left - because if Lannister can root your words out - damned right he can do the same to your work on the battlefield.

You have come unprepared for this relentless attack, Tyler Parker. While Lannister has sounded out the echoes of Matt Ryder, it appears you are up to tackle on his ends meet. Lannister has finally sounded Matt Ryder out once and for all. Once more this is a showcasing of the denials to Lannister's claims that inevitable cling true. Ryder was never going to be the type to keep up, and now he has subjected to you to lead his cause. A pity he wasn't up to the task of this will. But you are not going to be able to combat what you see, either, and it will be Lannister that stands victorious above your falling crown. You shall continue to pummel, and it will be upon Lannister's glaring will. You are no king slayer, and you are nothing but a shell of a man. Let Lannister show the land of EAW that Lannister may no longer hold his crown, the power still resides upon his grace. Lannister will lead this wind of change, in a match filled with desperate souls who intend to upgrade their surroundings. But that is not yours for the taking, as Lannister is the only conqueror to walk these living grounds.
Come to this invasion with your head held high, because it'll be the lasting blow to lead your career into a swirl. As you have underestimated Lannister just this once, but that is the only lasting mistake worth forsaking. Lannister will not repent. Lannister will not lift the siege. Lannister will not end this relentless attack, as the means will go well beyond the flood gates opening.

Alles Fur...

This is the only price worth paying for, Parker, and you will get Lannister's full reimbursement at Territorial Invasion.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 11:46 pm by J-Dynasty 2?

Everybody out here trying to front on me, trying to act like they got something to say, but I got my good night’s beauty sleep last night like I always do and will again tonight, now I am sitting pretty paying tribute to the Heart Break Boy.

A man I retired, so save me the scary tales of what you gonna do unless you got body bags stacked up like mine.

Yo someone tell Zack Crash to get his pet mutt Terry Chambers to chill, talking possible workers at McDonalds, like he wasn’t first conceived there when his mom gave it up in the stalls for a big mac, real classy like.

Just playing.

Yeah I know the big guy isn’t the smartest on our team, but the big boys know what to do during time of action, even when they can barely make a coherent sentence when they talk, like Game of Throne just hold the door, Team Matt Ryder isn’t going to be breaking down any doors to glory with this behemoth on our side squashing them like the insects they are.

I get to play because this is War Games, I know everyone will be acting right because the wrong move means death, and ain’t nobody wanna die over a joke.

Nah, nobody got time to die over stupid shit, this is War Games, war is the apex game of building character. War is what makes people put aside differences, get some towel heads in the White House because fuck the godless communists, roll with Russia because the Japs and the Nazi’s gots to pay, that’s how it is, what you think this team of Crash is? We’re all that and more. More because we know despite how gruesome and tragic war is in the hearts of men, war is the center of innovation and taking the world into the next stage of it’s existence, global conflict has a way in making the world better, all just with the sacrifice of a few fools who didn’t have it in them to be war profiteers. Team Ryder plays the role of those less fortunate who are trampled by the war machine, but for the cost of their demise you obtain the elevation of the goods that Team Crash will be creating. At Territorial Invasion we manufacture the tools we need to make legends from the momentum we obtain, when you fully understand that, you come to appreciate just how cheap it is that only Team Ryder is the price needed to do so, tossing pennies to build empires. It almost sounds too good to be true, but that’s how thrown away lives are, even the most insignificant tossed aside in enough numbers gets you infinite resources and opportunity, that is why conflict has always been sustained in the world by those who have something to gain by it!

Something perhaps Tyler Parker cannot understand, since he traded looking dashing on the outside for trying to pretend to look good on the inside long ago. A tragic freak mistake, a sad cretin who doesn’t realize that it is what’s on the outside that counts. What’s on the inside can’t be seen, it doesn’t matter what your intentions are, what you believe, or your moral code, all that can be seen is what you get to put out there, even heart and grit are outwards things, people only know you have heart if they are able to see you overcome struggles before their eyes. Tyler bores the world with his stories of interferences, as if anyone cares, at the end of the day me being victorious is the only outward certainty because everyone was able to witness it. Could Tyler have won? Would Tyler have not taken advantage of an interference if it was in his favour? These are questions that can never be answered, because nobody was able to see Tyler winning that night to be sure. Nobody was able to see if Tyler has the nobility to not take a cheap way out, because the “cheap” way was never an option for him. So while Tyler rants, the records show with gold print the win under my column, and only speculation can support him. Do you notice I pay tribute to the much younger Heart Break Boy? Back when he had style, back when he knew what on the outside mattered, before he became some bible thumping moron who hadn’t won a title for almost half a decade before finally being put under in his last foolish attempt of trying to prove something in him was righteous by pitying the Pizza Boy. The younger Heart Break Boy I watched as a little boy was a man with stones, not the sorry sack of shit I got to wrestle when I finally broke into this business, and honestly I can say the same for Tyler Parker when I wrestled him. Tyler concerns himself with fairness? There is nothing fair about War Games, and if he hates interferences he’s going to have a bad time in the chaos that breaks out when a clash of so many fighters are waging an all out war within our contest, or does he think that nobody on my team would interfere when he tries to come for me? Or I when he tries to come for anyone else? There will be nothing traditional, or going as planned, for those who step into this contest, anyone who isn’t used to that type of environment, or likes to make complaints about it, shouldn’t even bother showing up.

I would say Lioncross shouldn’t bother showing up either, but he has a strange habit of fighting without conviction, always mulling over his own purpose, never settling on anything aside from being okay with his unsure nature. It’s ugly, a man who cannot commit to anything has no charm, he is never favoured. “Oh woe is me, I don’t need anything that isn’t tangible winning this match isn’t tangible, but I am in bad form and need to win matches, but I am not interested in beating people” Snore……whoops I awake, he speaks of bragging rights meaning nothing, and how little peace of mind lasts, yet those are in other words the very reason he said he joined Team Ryder when he claimed he needed to be in big matches and was trouble with knowing he isn’t great right now. It’s all so nonsensical, in error some might think we share what people like to call “deluded” behaviour. My “delusions” are for a purpose, every tease, every strange motion, and any thing that isn’t understood by you sheep is a masterfully crafted tool, that is why I store my CITV briefcase and Answers World Title in my back pocket for if they’re needed. A magician normally doesn’t usually reveal his secrets, but let’s realize that all those CITV incidents ended up with me getting on a big event stage defeating Lioncross when I otherwise had nothing else to do, even a child should be able to tell I manipulated my way into a big victory with what I did. Why do I reveal this? Because I have much greater magic tricks up my sleeve, besides the memory of the people of this company is quite short term, if they even had the attention span to absorb what I said in the first place.

Right now, my focus is to steal this “intangible” thing called a main event victory, much like the man of the day in HBB once broke the intangible things called “hearts”. And do not bother me with trying to be smart by saying “hearts” are tangible, I speak of the concept of hearts, as a blood pumper has nothing to do with the feelings and emotions that come with the idea of the heart. There are a certain few in this industry that can do with the intangible what none other can, to shape it, to make it as if those things are solid things that can be seen before one’s eye, HBB could break hearts before your very eyes, watch as the world becomes stunned and frozen when I reveal to them what victory looks like in my very hands as I use it to propel myself to unthinkable heights.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 10:44 pm by Guest

Okay, let's open this can of worms, Jacob.

I've never once said that I'm in this business with the intention of making friends; I have made them, and I have lost them, but none of it has ever really bothered me. I entered this business with the intent of doing whatever I could to get to the top of this business; whether it meant standing in my own, or whether I needed to grab onto the coattails of someone else to get to the position that I wanted to stand. But that's not a bad thing, is it, Jacob? It’s no different to the majority of people that have been able to garner an extremely respectable amount of success in this business - they put themselves before others. Does that make me a bad person? I guess it depends on the side of the battleground you're standing, and whether you're willing to admit that you've done the same to place yourself in a greater position as well. That's the thing, isn't it Jacob? People are so fast to judge and try to put you down for the decisions that they've made, but they're not willing to take a step back and see if they fall into the same category. I mean, you're quite the Saint yourself, aren't you, Jacob? You've never once used those around you with the intention of making yourself be seen in a greater light you were once in. The success that you've managed to grasp onto was never from the hand of someone else, has it. Of course it has! But, if you were to admit it, that would debunk some of your little argument, wouldn't it, Jacob? So instead, you talk about punishing people for the same acts that you've committed in the past; you throw out claims at people like Zack Crash and I of playing with Ireland's pride to garner success, when the biggest parts of success in your career came at his hand. Elite Championship? His hand. EAW Championship? His hand. I mean, the guy was the only person willing to give you the ball to run with when nobody else was willing to give you that chance. I mean, you dropped the ball completely against Brian, Dubian and Scott, but if it wasn't for his hand, you would still be clambering at the bit to get that first “deserving” World Championship reign. Who am I kidding? You would have managed to give yourself that World Championship, wouldn't you?

But, Jacob, I'm the bad person here, aren't I? I'm the person that's sitting back and plotting to find a way to turn the world against you. I'm the person that's trying to vilify you in every way possible… when I'm absolutely no different to the people that you wholeheartedly believe are your “friends”. You've stood beside people that will tell you that your ideas are good, and that the things that you believe are your major qualities are respectable, but find themselves running in my direction to say the complete opposite. That's the thing about people in this business; they need their hand held through everything. They need to be constantly reassured that they worthy of the light they hold themselves in; that there are few things wrong with the things they're doing and it’s people like me that are trying to tear them down. The bad things that you're seen for, that's all my fault, right? I'm the reason that so few people hold you with any form of respect, right? Of course I'm not, but thinking so is what makes you feel better about yourself. That's why you put on this show of bravado; hate drives me! I want them to hate me! No you don't, don't be stupid. If you did, Jacob? You wouldn't be huffing and puffing. You would actually take it in your stride, and you wouldn't allow those around you influence the decisions on your own career. Let's be honest, Jacob, your intentions - the moment that you were able to move onto Dynasty after that EAW Championship reign, it's always been about you. It's always been about making yourself look better than you did. Your ego was so fragile that you put a false smile on your face and acted like you were happy for people like Tyler and I that were thriving at the top of the company while you were playing second fiddle. The King of Elite finals and the Gold Rush Tournament were nothing more than attempts to push yourself into the same perspective that we were seen in. Let's not forget about the fact that I had to help you overcome Lucian Black, you're welcome about that one too, bud. It's easy to look at the things that happened over a year ago and nitpick, but nothing has changed! Look at how quickly Carlos Rosso was casted aside when it came to Dynasty for you.

That's the thing that I never understood. Both Carlos Rosso and Lucian Black were the two people that took Zack Crash down inside that War Games match, but what was Carlos given for it? Thrown back down the card for it; casted aside so the mighty Jacob Senn could grasp onto the ankles of Lucian Black while he was skyrocketing to the top of the company. But that didn't work, did it? Lucian Black ran through Zack Crash’s team and the Mercenaries, but Jacob Senn’s the saviour of Dynasty! Jacob Senn vs Zack Crash II: Electric Boogaloo! You fell and were buried by glass without controversy and returned as the Punisher… to screw Zack Crash’s chances of winning the World Heavyweight Championship. What was the reason behind it? I get the whole “they deserve to be punished” thing, and I'm certainly not defending the things that he did; but, Jacob, it all had to dig deeper than just that. You needed something to kickstart this entire charade you're running with now. The Vengeful One, The Fabled Conqueror, and now The Punisher. Zack Crash was nothing more than a mere pawn for your own selfish need. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, Jacob. Like I said, I've walked into almost every situation with the intention of walking out better than I walked in. If that meant that I needed to step on a few toes to do so? If that meant that I had to lose a few pals along the way? I would do it all again. But don't attempt to accuse me of the same things that you and others have done too. But hey, you can tell me how I'm wrong. Like I said, this is nothing more than a continuous game we’re going to play until Territorial Invasion, and maybe, just maybe you'll have the chance to say: I, Jacob Senn beat Xavier Williams! And maybe not - but, if you don't, Jacob, send the excuses my way, I REALLY can't wait to hear them.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 10:22 pm by **Kevin Devastation**

(The scene opens up to a small church, maybe with the capacity to hold 40-50 people only, all made of old stone and you can see this church is set to show the life of somebody very special, somebody who meant a lot to many people. You see people dressed in black, almost all of them have their faces covered by a black veil being men or women. They mourn this man, and inside the casket you can see what appears to be a wax figure of one Kevin Devastation. The pastor begins to walk up to the pulpit standing behind the casket, the pulpit with a large red satin cloth over it, with a single black star on the front of it, and the pastor opens up his bible and he begins to speak a verse that was Kevin Devastations favorite, he begins to slowly stop talking, and the camera starts to go a little fuzzy, static, and then comes back clear as can be. It shows the same church except every seat is empty, the only thing in the room is the casket, with the wax dummy of Kevin Devastation in it.)

You see Hades it is not about being a old dog here, or a young dog. But every dog has his day my friend, every dog will eventually be allowed to bark free and not worry what the world thinks of him, if his tail wags a different way, if he chases cars, or if he just sits around and scratches behind his ears. But on the day of the 17th Hades, you will not have the day you think you will have. You will not walk out of Territorial Invasion the same man you walked in, and neither will I, that much is known between the two of us Hades. We both walk into this ppv with eyes set on the prize, sending the other to an early grave in the only way we have known how for years, and that is not a catch as catch can style wrestling match. No no no, the two of us will dance to a different beat of the drum Hades, a harsher beat, a beat that is hardened by every shot. We are going to burn in the lake of fire Hades, I know where I am gonna go at Territorial Invasion, I know it all to well, but you I seem to think have a small problem with understanding this my friend.You think this will be an easy task, you think you are going to damn me to the fire and just stand at the door and shut it as I look back at you Hades, no that's not how it is gonna go at all Hades. When you throw me, which I know you will because you are the younger man, the stronger man between us now. So throw me into the fire, throw me as far as you can Hades, for when you do I am going to grab you anyway I can, anyway I can find to drag you down with me into the pits of hell. And through all nine circles we will fight and we will fall ever deeper Hades. And we will both end up at the bottom of the hole we have created in the earth, looking up at the small bright bit of sunshine from our earthy grave so deep not even God himself can reach down and drag us out. Hades that is the point we are at right now, that is the point you have brought me to, and I have brought you to. Lets take the gloves off and really dwell down into this one Hades. Let us both realize that nobody is gonna walk out of Territorial Invasion without leaving a good chunk, if not their whole career sitting in a pine box before they move from the ring. I have laid down plenty of chunks of my career, many times have I walked down that isle and got in the face of a man I shouldn't have and paid the price with blood on the canvas, tears in the locker room and sweat all over the world to do what Kevin Devastation wanted Hades. And you see man you have been down the roads to the darker side of this business, where you need to accept the fact that every man in that locker room has a dark side, and every man if pushed hard enough will go to it a time or two. You see Hades this one here is not a matter of having a dark side or not, this one is a matter of whos will last longer in this fight. You think yours will last longer, I think mine will last longer. We shall see who will be right this coming Saturday Hades, and I look forward to seeing who walks away from this, to see who walks away from this instead of being carried away by six men. The only real question is this Hades, who do you have to carry you away if you lose? I already called mine, and already made the arrangements. I am prepared to lose it all at Territorial Invasion, that's why you get my best Hades, you dont get Wraith, you don't get a man who screams he is god, you get nothing more than a focused Kevin Devastation who looks at you as the man who committed the cardinal sin against him...That is what you can look forward to Hades, the fight of your fucking life is in a few days, the man who you think is washed up, the man who you think does not deserve the respect he has earned, the man who if not for his success that men like you wouldn't even be looked at twice. You get all that, no Kliqs, no help, no OMERTA, no Eclipse, nobody but you and the man you see standing here Hades. Tread lightly with what you say and do next my friend, because nothing would please me more than to make you swallow them at your own funeral...

(The camera focus's on the casket one more time, the screen starts to static again, cuts away then back to the casket and we see the real Kevin Devastation laying there with his eyes fully open, as he delivers one last message before the camera statics out a final time.)

And I will be damned if I don't do just that you sorry son of a bitch.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 10:08 pm by **Tyler Parker**

The Book of Tyler, Chapter V: A Guilty Conscience

I've spoken so briefly on Hell that I haven't even told you what it's like to be in there because I've been in there before, I've been in matches like this more than anyone, I've been in matches like this to get rid of the likes of Scott Diamond and I've had my career SHORTENED because I've been in matches like this but for those of you that have never been in War Games, you're going to have more than years taken off of your careers... you're going to have years taken off of your lives. Because I'm not taking any of you lightly. You're going to get in one of the two rings with me and you're going to have to make me bleed, you're going to have to throw my body into the steel, you're going to have to bash the back of my head into it several times, to keep me down. You're not going to keep me down though. Because I've been there before, there's been a few that have kept me down but I'd get back up. I'm going to get back up. MAKE ME BLEED, THROW MY BODY INTO THE STEEL, BASH THE BACK OF MY HEAD INTO IT SEVERAL TIMES, CUT THE SKIN UNDERNEATH MY EYES, BUST MY FOREHEAD OPEN... EVEN WITH BLOOD IN MY EYES AND EVEN WITH MY BODY HAVING BEEN THROWN INTO THE STEEL, EVEN WITH THE DEEP CUTS UNDERNEATH MY EYES AND MY FOREHEAD... I'm not going to be kept down. Because if I'm going to breathe my last breath, I'd much rather breathe it knowing that none of you could have kept me down and knowing that I had done what I said I was going to do. I'd be okay with never getting back in the ring again, if we win. The cell? Is where I relieve my heart of malice.

Bitter? I'm bitter? Because of what? Because you used me? Because you tried to make a statement? I'm not bitter because of what happened. I'm not bitter. You're bitter though that no one cares about you. You think others care about you, you think no one cares about me but you cared enough to talk about me. I've heard you talk and talk, you've been running your mouth but this Saturday, you're not going to be talking and you're not going to be running your mouth. Because you're not safe in there, you're not safe in the ring with me. You're locked in there with me and you haven't even thought about that, have you? You haven't thought about what I'm going to do to you? You've been in one of these matches before, you were in it with me but like I said, you wouldn't have won that without me. You should be thanking me but you never thanked me. You haven't thanked me for getting you to where you're at. Though you kind of hurt yourself, huh? You might not care that you hurt me but you haven't hurt me. This Saturday, you're not going to hurt me. You're too much of a wuss to actually hurt me, you're going to try to not get hurt much, you're going to try to walk out of Territorial Invasion on your own but you're not going to. You're going to be carted off like the rest of them. See, if there's one other person in this match that I'd like to make beg me for mercy besides Nico Borg, it's you. That's what I'm going to do. Because you're used to begging. You're used to begging others. You beg and beg, "no, don't hurt me!" You're a spineless coward. That's why you've used others. That's why you tried to take Xavier Williams out because you knew that you were on borrowed time and that he'd take the EAW Championship right back. You've never been the top guy like I have and that's what bothered you. That's what bothered you so much. It's a shame that you're even in this match... a shame for you. If by some fluke, you walk out of Territorial Invasion alive? I'm going to get back at you. I'm going to keep bothering you and you're going to be thinking about me, thinking about what I'm going to do to you for walking out. I'll go after you to the depths of Hell and back because of what you did and what you might do. If you somehow, manage to walk out of War Games on your own, then I'd have something to be bitter about. I'm going to get back at you with interest. You know what that's going to be? You're not going to give me your life, that's worthless as is. You're going to give me your body and heart and I'm going to rip your heart out of you, then I'm going rest your body with the rest of them. Your body is going to be like a trophy for me. After what you did? Not just spitting on what I've done in this business and acting like you've done more for this business than I have... you took my moment. Because of that, I'm not going to cripple you and make sure you never walk again, no... I'm going to end you. Tell me, would you like that? I know you would. We've been in the ring with each other before, you know what I'm capable of and I know what you're capable of. We've had a fair share of matches --- of being locked up together and what not, of beating each other to a bloody pulp. We've had numerous matches, bloodbaths, I busted you open and you've hit me in the head with your cast. You never injured me too bad, there were no broken bones in my body but you could've broken me... like I'm going to break you this Saturday. I'm not insecure like you and it's going to be your insecurities that are the cause of what I do to you.

Lannister is angry and though he likes to think he's phlegmatic, that he's too serious but that's an act; as much of an act as him being a King. Behind it, underneath it, though he tries to not show any emotions... it's clear to me that he's been angry since Pain for Pride. That's where he lost to Jaywalker in an Iron Man match. Lannister's anger has been a problem because he hasn't been the Lannister we used to talk about. He's not the Lannister that was the EAW Champion. Oh, that's right, he was STRIPPED of that. He's been angry because he's in a slump and no matter what he does or what tricks he pulls, he can't drag himself out of it and that's only making him even more angry with himself --- it's a vicious cycle. Lannister's anger has put him in a situation that's not going to end how he'd like. Think about it. He's going to try to make a statement. He's talking to me like he's been in the ring with me before, like he's going to get rid of me like that, like he's going to take his anger out on me but that's going to be what gets him burned. He's going to be backed up against the steel and because I'm talking like this, because I'm not flinching? It's going to make him angrier because Lannister likes that, he likes making others flinch or getting to the heads of others but more than that? I think Lannister's anger is going to have it's boiling point because he knows that this Saturday, I'm going to single-handedly put him in the grave. He's going to rest there. No matter how much he denies it, how much he gets angry about it, how much he tries not to think about it... he knows that's what's going to happen and that feeling of helplessness, that no matter what he does, has to be on the back of his mind and has afflicted someone like Lannister who's made a career out of making others feel insignificant when they get in the ring with him and look him in the eyes. It's afflicted him and every loss he's suffered in the past few months has made him that much more helpless. He's seen what we've seen, he knows what we know and he gets that eyes are going to be on him this Saturday, waiting to see him stumble, to see him lose. I get that... I get it but I don't have to care. He's going to be wallowing in self-pity. Isn't that right, Lannister? What's going to happen if you try to escape the cage? Oh, there's no escape. You're not escaping the hellacious structure that is War Games. You're going to stumble and I'm going to be there. You act like you're so tough and that you're emotionless, you run your mouth so much and you're trying to get to my head? Lannister, that gets you killed. That's why you're in this match. If you think that I'm going to do what I've said I'm going to do, then you're going to get skin stuck to the steel and you're going to get your head split open. I can't wait to get in the ring with you. Because I've never been in the ring with you before and I think neither of us know what we're going to do to each other, what's going to happen to us... that's what makes this so much more interesting. Makes this that much more satisfying. You've been to the top before but you couldn't be on top for more than a week, could you? You were the EAW Champion and you blew it. You thought that being there was enough for you and you were willing to get stripped of the title. Willing; like you're going to be willing to give your life to me. Broken bodies is what you do, huh, Lannister? I don't care if you fall thirty feet, I won't even think twice about what I'm going to do to you. I'm not going to have a guilty conscience.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 9:42 pm by **ThePizzaBoy**

Territorial Invasion Promo #1

The camera opens up on the black, cross embroidered, breast of Pizza Boy's HBB homage ring gear. It's fabric ripples with movement as the camera pans over to the other breast of the jacket to find the EAW National Championship draped.

"I've had my fair share of backpackers, hanger on's, coat tail riders since coming into this industry. Barney was the first, looking to capitalize off of what he thought was a short-term meal ticket to get him out of the poor house. Depending on who you ask, HBB and Tony Rolland were two other moochers. I disagree despite the abrupt nature of their departures. Next was HexaGun, and then the powers that be against HexaGun hitched their wagon up to the Pizza Party. OMERTA tried to drag me down, Nico tried to sink his hooks into my ideology, and then there were the names who flat out set to give their careers a booster shot at my expense. It should be no surprise to anyone that I have trust issues. I'm sure Mike Tyson has trust issues too after everyone around him robbed him blind and hit the bricks. Clearly that's not a fair comparison to the lanky little kid from the Bronx whose flipped more pies than men in his wrestling career, but the sentiment stands."

The camera zooms out as a spotlight engulfs PB from behind, shining off of his shades in a blinding beam and ricocheting off of the title's face plate and numerous cruciform rhinestones on PB's jacket. Pizza Boy moves in slow motion as the light overtakes his form.

"And then there have been the men who tried to piggy back off of my baby, the EAW National Championship. Some tried to take her, some tried to disable me from defending her, and some flat out took her from me, but when the spotlight came back to me the crown jewel of Showdown was always on my person again. Like a boomerang or a clingy girlfriend, it never let go no matter who had her last. It's my destiny, a part of me, and in some ways the whole of me as well. It was my mentor's last premonition by my side. He said I'd hold this title and do great things with it, that it was my divine purpose; My destiny. As long as I hold faith in that ideal, that doctrine, that instilled belief in a higher purpose, this belt remains on me. So what do the pretenders to my thrown have to offer? What can they do to take this 10 lbs of gold off of my shoulder? What's backing them up heading into battle? Let's take a look at the stats, shall we?"

PB flashes a grin and slowly grabs the temple of his shades and the light swallows his expression.

"First we have Kurt Burton, a man I'm more than certain I've beaten before. That isn't to say that Invasion wont be his night. He's a desperate man who fights desperately, throwing everything at his opponent, including the kitchen sink. Sometimes literally. A triple threat traditionally dictates a lax in the rules. If that's the case come Territorial Invasion, I'm definitely going to have my hands fool with Burton and Burton alone. That isn't to say that I'm not capable of throwing all caution to the wind myself. I've scalped many an opponent with a pizza slicer before, and I'm certain Kurt's calloused forehead might put up some resistance, but I'll get the blood flowing if I have to. Not that such a cut would deter a man like Burton, but it'll give me a big enough distraction to do the one thing a guy like him doesn't do well, and that's wrestle. I know. I was that guy. In a lot of ways I'm still that guy, but I'm not so two dimensional that I haven't tried to evolve past being 'that guy'. Kurt has a few holds, no question, the guy knows how to put someone on the shelf with a spiral fracture or a spinal column injury, but it's not exactly working the mat. I've dealt with madmen before though, some bigger than Kurt, so I know to expect the unexpected."

Pizza Boy's slow mo hand swings into frame. The spotlight's glint catches something round and metallic as he does so. Before the full form of the pizza slicer comes into view, the light overtakes PB's upper body entirely.

"...and then there's Rex McAllister, a man by all accounts that's my natural successor to the gold. There's no question as to whether he's reminiscent of my early days in EAW. Granted, he's far more experienced in ring. Everyone loves a good underdog story, a comeback kid, a hard worker who gets what he 'deserves'. I've never been a fan of the word 'deserve', personally. From my experience all that word ever gets you in the real world is a condescending pat on the back and an extra shift tossing dough. Don't get me wrong, the guy's worthy and all. Anyone who literally puts feet to fire to get to me is worthy. People have called me a fluke, an anomaly, a sideshow act. I proved them right a few times too by losing Cash in the Vault and countless other big opportunity bouts. I proved it by having joke matches against opponents that were either as out of place in an EAW ring as I am, or simply had more chromosomes than me. But I also beat Xavier Williams, I pushed Jamie O'Hara to his limit on two occasion, one of which ended in a draw. I slayed bullies like Hades, Mexican Samurai, HexaGun, OMERTA, the Mercenaries, Drake, Jones, Judas, Nico Borg. I fought, I bled, I came within an inch of my life, and I came out of every single encounter a hero. Part of me is really rooting for you Rex. You're me almost a year ago, the one they giggle about in the locker rooms behind cupped hands, the guy who gets his stuff thrown into the hallway,the untouchable lesser. I would love nothing more than to see a guy like you whose tried so hard get farther up the card than people ever predicted."

The spotlight suddenly begins to fade away. Pizza Boy pulls off his glasses and drops his pizza slicer as the limelight goes down on him. He rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration as his red eyes peer into the camera lens. Suddenly, everything snaps into real time as PB walks toward the camera with a forlorn expression and gnashed teeth.

"...but that's not going to happen at my expense, Rex. Like I said; I beat Xavier Williams, I won gold, I didn't go running to the helping hands of men greater than me when I fell down. They came to me, like moths to a flame, because they knew I had as much in me to benefit them as they did in them to benefit me."

Pizza Boy shrugs the EAW National Championship off of his shoulder and into his waiting hand. He holds it up to his face, shooting daggers into the camera with his fixed gaze.

"There's no such thing as a co-EAW National Champion. I've seen men try it and it just doesn't fly. Nobody is going to carry this prestigious weight with you or for you. If you win it, and it's a big if, then you'll have to foot the responsibility yourself. Take it from me, being a sidekick is akin to being someone's decoy punching bag. Did you ever wonder why Robin looked like a dart board while Bats dressed to blend with the shadows? Think about that. I don't say this to preach, God knows EAW has enough pious paladin prophets and sinister, snarling, soothsayers. I say it to you as a man who wants to see more than his goofy kid reflection across the ring from him when he steps between those ropes. Be your own man. If you do that then you'll come out smelling like roses despite trivial wins or losses. Do that and I'll shake your hand before that match, and after, despite the outcome, I'll shake it again. That's what men do."

Pizza Boy slides his shades up the bridge of his nose, snaps his fingers, and lets his title all back on his shoulder as the spotlight comes blaring back to life. The slow motion reality also comes back to life as PB's distorted voice hits the microphone

"SLLLLLOOOOOOOOOWWWW MOOOOOO'S AAAAAAAWESOOOOOME!"

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 7:22 pm by **Terry Chambers**

TERRITORIAL INVASION I

"Let The Games Begin"

---The scene opens outside late at night on a busy highway in Vancouver, Canada and Terry Chambers walks in front of the camera standing on the sidewalk with the traffic going on behind him and Terry Chambers is wearing a OMERTA t-shirt, sunglasses, black jeans, and a black winter hat and Terry Chambers turns around to the traffic behind him and looks at all the traffic pass by then turns around and begins to walk slowly as the camera follow him and Terry Chambers stops and comes across a lamp post with the poster advertising WarGames match at Territorial Invasion at the top of it and Terry stares up at it for a second, takes a deep breathe, and turns around and begins speaking in to the camera---

Terry Chambers: This match has been the most talked about match the past month, it is now only a few days away. People have been waiting almost a month to see Matt Ryder finally meet his demise. People have been waiting a month to see how bad Team Crash is going to humiliate that group of rejects Matt actually calls a team. People have been waiting a month to see Terry Chambers be unleashed inside a steel cage! This WarGames match, this match is no fucking joke. I have competed in one of these match back earlier in my career and I know for sure it took maybe 6 months to a year off of my career, but I have been studying that match from a while ago at what I was doing wrong and I know for sure I ain't going to have any problems come Saturday. This match shortens careers and can end them in a blink of an eye when you think you have control of the match and someone blindsides you out of nowhere and next thing you know it you are lying in a hospital bed asking yourself what were you thinking, so I advise the members of Team Ryder not test me, and I advise my teammates of Team Crash to not try to get on my bad side, all of it will spell disaster in the end for you.

---Terry Chambers takes a seat at a park bench and has his hands on his head collecting his thoughts then looks into the camera and begins speaking---

Terry Chambers: I have to address a few things about our team before I get on to more serious things. Nico Borg, Nico likely thinks I recruited him to this team because I will admit I was wrong about him as an wrestler and that I think he is better than I am inside that ring and not that's not really the reason. You see, after Nico got the best of Rex McAllister 2 straight weeks, it raised my eyebrows a bit from when he first debuted, then at Dia Del Diablo when he took on Pizza Boy, even though he didn't get the win, impressed me a lot with how far he has come since he first debuted. So that changed my mind on Nico a bit and still am not completely sold yet and like I stated earlier I will not admit I was wrong about him the whole time, not just yet atleast, so I decided I wanted to give him an opportunity so I went and had a little talk with Crash and me and him both agreed he would make a great addition to the team. I went out and recruited Nico and he accepted and he knows he has something to prove in this match...before he gets my respect as a wrestler in this business, we will see how well he does this Saturday, this is the match Nico where he can impress everybody and prove he is a star in the making.....this is a big test Nico, don't flunk it. Tiberius Jones, me and Crash wanted him on our team from the start because we knew he would be a great addition and make the team that much stronger especially coming off that impressive victory over fellow rival in this match Lioncross at Dia Del Diablo, this match will further him more up the card if he makes a big impression like he did at Dia Del Diablo but like I warned earlier, DO NOT try getting on my bad side because if you do, when the WarGames match is over, you are going to go from a future star to a nobody flipping burgers at McDonalds. Me and Zack have been waiting weeks for this, we have been waiting for weeks to finally let our frustrations out in the ring over what has been happening with the Agents of Elite and Matt Ryder being the annoying little piece of shit he is. This show is called Territorial Invasion but when you step foot in the ring with OMERTA, you are invading our territory and there is a price you are going to pay for it!

---Terry Chambers stands and hears fireworks in the distance from the Vancouver Whitecaps winning their soccer game and Terry Chambers stares at it and you can see the fireworks in the reflection of his sunglasses and when the finish Terry Chambers begins speaking into the camera once again---

Terry Chambers: There's going to be fireworks exploding in this WarGames match and there is going to be fireworks when it is all over when Team Crash comes out victorious and we end Matt Ryder's silly little sherade once and for all and leave his team lying beaten and a bloody mess in the rings! Speaking of his team, I can't help but think....we already know we are going to win..but why does Matt feel he has to make it easier for us? I mean come on, give us some sort of a challenge. Chris Elite, the New Breed Champion, finally realized his dream not too long ago when he finally captured a championship here in the land of elite and honestly I think he is still on cloud nine right now. I mean you would think he doesn't know what he is thinking or doing, why in the fucking world would you want to align yourself with Matt Ryder? You would think since you are a champion now that you should be higher than everybody else but you keep keep slipping and falling back down considering you following orders from that clown Matt Ryder. But it is your business even though it is a huge mistake because everybody from Team Ryder is going to be laid to waste when this is all over and that will include you and when you step into the ring with Team Crash and OMERTA, this isn't fantasy island, this is OMERTA territory and your trespassing! Ryan Marx.........the guy who got subbed in last minute for Cyclone. I can guarantee you that kid is thinking that he hit the jackpot that he is in this caliber of a match and thinks it is an opportunity of a lifetime......well first off, partnering up with Matt Ryder is not an opportunity of a lifetime, and second, you are in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people! You are going to walk into this match scared to death then you are going to get clotheslined to hell out of nowhere and you are going to think you are in for more than what you expected going into this match. The WarGames match is not an environment you are suited to be in just yet, you think you are going to be the MVP or you are going to make a huge impact...then you woke up......then you realized that you are going to get hurt and you are going to get hurt really bad! You will soon realize when you are in one of the rings with us you wish you were dead because Team Crash and OMERTA is in a very bad mood and we are taking out anybody that will stand in front of us and don't give a damn if it involves damaging a promising star's future here in this industry! Ryan Marx, just always remember, Team Ryder never wanted you apart of their team, you are just a last minute substitute! Lioncross, I believe I already spoke about you when me and Crash crushed you and Matt in a tag team match on Showdown a few weeks ago that after this WarGames match people are going to look at you and not recognize a future world champion here in EAW, but they are going to recognize a guy who was a victim of OMERTA and Team Crash at Territorial Invasion 2016! I have a weird feeling that you joined Matt Ryders team is because you felt sorry for him and you thought that he needed some help and being the good guy that you are you decided to step in like a dumbass and all your are doing is putting you and your career in danger! Now we move on to Matt Ryder...the leader of Team Ryder and the hasbeen who doesn't belong here. Matt, didn't you learn at Dia Del Diablo that you don't want to be in the same ring as OMERTA because all bad things happen to you? Yet you have the wherewithal to come into this match being confident you and your troops can actually pull this off. I will admit you got some balls on you, but you got no brain. I find it funny that when Cyclone left you thought your team was falling apart and knew you had no chance so being so desperate you came trying to convince one of our strongest members Lannister to leave us and join your team but he was not stupid enough to follow behind you like the rest of your team is. Lets admit you landing Cyclone was a huge victory for you and he was your 5 star recruit but everybody knows that he came to his senses and realized the mistake he was making aligning himself with you and he took his ball and went home and who the hell can blame him? So then you got a young kid who might have a good future here Ryan Marx EAW subbed in for you and you think he is going to do good, but we all know he is going to crumble under the pressure on this stage under the lights with the spotlight shining on him. Your team is a mess and there is no other way to put it. Matt you have been running your damn mouth week in and week out and ever since you defeated me in your first match back I have been waiting for an opportunity like this to come along....OMERTA and Team Crash are finally going to put an end to your sherade of running around here thinking you are actually worth something in this business and I am going to show you, and EVERYBODY ELSE why they call me GOD'S GIFT TO WRESTLING!

---Terry Chambers closes in on the camera---

Terry Chambers: In OMERTA We Trust!

---Terry Chambers walks away from the scene and the scene fades to black---

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 6:55 pm by **TLA**

The camera cuts to the streets of Vancouver, Canada where TLA is shown arriving at his hotel in the Voltage Van. TLA parks it in front of the entrance to the hotel while he gets his key but then does not return for it so that it will be towed. TLA then goes upstairs to his sexy hotel room where the hotel maids are already waiting for La Pantera Sexual.

TLA: Awwwww yea my bitches my bitches. Que pasa amigas? Are you prepared to go one on one with the sexual one?

The hotel maids indicate that they are indeed ready to go one on one with the sexual one.

~HOURS LATER~

TLA is shown ushering the sexy Latina hotel maids out of his room as he blazes up a joint.

TLA: Damn Consuela was fine tonight. Almost as fine as her sister.

The smoke quickly fills the room as TLA sets his Interwire Championship next to the bed and looks into the camera.

TLA: We gonna do this shit tho? It’s about dayum time homies! Territorial Invasion and we got the crew back together! We got them Dynasty homeboiz beastin’ and feastin’ on they grind lookin’ to put the beatdown on them Voltage haters. Them yellow Voltage haters so yellow they prolly gonna run away when they see the full mass of Dynasty erect before them.

TLA looks outside his window at the Canadian skyline as he notices the Voltage Van being towed away as the Voltage fanboys and their sexually frustrated girlfriends have arrived and are shown crying.

TLA: Dayum they stalked me all the way here. That’s impressive. That’s real determination right there. The kind of determination that will be shown by Team Dynasty at Territorial Invasion! We got my ese Alex Wilder who Matt Miles seems to think that we just gonna be fightin’ each other and turnin’ on each other all night long.

But that shit couldn’t be farther from the truth.

TLA: We ain’t gonna be fightin’ each other Matt cuz we gonna be a united unit like me and yo girl. We gonna be more united than the states. We gonna be more united than the kingdom. We damn sure gonna be more united than the Arab emirates. And imma tell you why we gonna be united too…

Cuz my partners know what’s gonna happen to them if they fuck with TLA.

TLA: My partners especially Alex Wilder know the extreme asskicking that awaits them if they even think of betraying me. If Jacob Senn and his white boi redneck ass decides to get a little too fiesty imma drop that gringo with the Miami Quickness ya heard? If Devan Dubian or Diamond Cage decide they wants a piece of the Mexican Mutilation Machine they gonna get all that and more as I fuck all them up and make them look like bitches on the Territorial Invasion stage. But ain’t none of my partners want that. That ain’t the Dynasty way. We gonna roll together, we gonna bust up some Voltage ass together and we gonna prove that we are the best brand in the world and we capable of reppin’ long and reppin’ hard. Unlike Voltage and they crew of bitch boiz.

You know that Team Voltage was desperate when they had Blaise Hunter on they team at one point.

TLA: Y2Impact made the right choice when he replaced Blaise Hunter and that other guy nobody remembers with Jamie O’Hara and Xavier Williams. That was a bigger upgrade than when Heart Break Gal got implants. But I wonder how Jamie and Xav feel about being second choices. They chose Blaise Hunter to be on the team before yo asses and even considered y’all worthy replacements for him. That’s gotta hurt the ego. I mean y’all got a really tall task in Y2Impact’s mind to fill those shoes. I really don’t know how y’all gonna do it.

Meanwhile La Pantera Sexual was a first round draft pick for Team Dynasty and is gonna go down as the MVP of this whole fucking thing!

TLA: I got them enemies I gotta lotta enemies but I ain’t let it sweat me. I got them Voltage boiz out there hatin’ runnin’ they mouths about Jacob Senn. He got real enemies but where my enemies even at? Senn and O’Hara and Xav got that intense beef they got all that history together and I ain’t even faced half the motherfuckers in this match. This is yo boiz time to create some of that beef. This like a cattle farm and imma be mutilating the fuck out that cattle until that beef be flyin’ everywhere! That dirty bald Aussie Jamie O’Hara will not lightly forget the day that he took on TLA and I made him look as run down as Xavier Williams’ hometown of Detroit.

I be jumpin’ straight into this nest of viperous World Champs head first but I got that antidote to they venom.

TLA: Speaking of Venom… nevermind nobody ever speaks of Venom. He’s more blacklisted from this company than Cyclone. This is comin’ from someone who has been blacklisted from this company on multiple occasions so y’all know that I know my shit. But now I ain’t blacklisted, I been whitelisted by all them white boiz in suits up in the EAW towers lookin’ down and throwin’ yo boi in with all these former World Champs. They gonna say yo boi outta his league but I say imma be right where I need to be to prove I can hang. I already done prove I hung, but I still gotta prove every night I can hang. Cuz they gonna be lookin’ down and sayin’ TLA ain’t as good as he think he is cuz I got that confidence. I believe in myself and I take on all comers cuz fuck it this is what I was born to do!

Imma look Y2Impact in he #6Reignz face and imma slap the shit out he mouth #6Timez.

TLA: Imma toss that motherfucker Jamie O’Hara straight out into the sea, and imma put the X down on Xavier Williams’ bitch ass. Imma show Matt Miles exactly why I done made it when so many other “funny guys” done failed. Cuz when you go one on one with the Dynasty Franchise up in that ring you know you gonna have a hard night. Nathan Fiora gonna know that when you step to the panther you get the claws cabron and imma cut y’all so bad you gonna wish I no cut you up so bad. I’m just that vato crusin’ the streets of Canada in he lowrider lookin’ to get me some of them fine ass Canadian bitches...

but we know that when I step into the ring I got me a whole new kind of bitches to deal with.

TLA: I go hard doin’ this shit cuz you gotta. That’s how it’s always been carnal. Matt Miles wants to run he mouth about how he overcame adversity cuz he got injured. I know all about adversity dawg and I be overcomin’ it every damn day of my life. Y’all ain’t seen hardship until you been cast out like trash but dug yo way out and picked yo ass right back to where you started and went past that shit, and ain’t never lost who you was cuz of it. Y’all ain’t overcome hardship until you been taken outta action, only to make that comeback and grab onto that gold. Y’all want some hardship try wrestling on the indies for year after year barely makin’ enough to feed yo self. See I be cruisin’ in them bitchin’ ass lowriders but at one point they was my home. So y’all wanna spit at me about yo rich white boi problems I ain’t even give no fucks about yo privileged ass dawg. Go call up yo rich white lawyer parents and cry about it cuz you gonna get no sympathy from me.

None of y’all will. Prepare yo selves pendejos we ain’t in the Poon Palace no more… and y’all steppin’ onto Dynasty turf.

TLA takes out a Dynasty bandana and wraps it around his head as he takes a long puff of his joint.

TLA: You ‘bout to get ran off by the realest unless y’all start to recognize. You about to get dropped by somethin’ you ain’t even seen comin’ by keepin’ yo minds locked away in the past. Jamie O’Hara and Xavier Williams gotta let that shit go and realize it don’t matter if you whipped Jacob Senn’s ass fifteen years ago or if Senn whipped yo ass back in the 80s. It don’t matter if Senn came out for his title match against Jamie O’Hara to Michael Jackson’s “Black or White”. That’s all old news and this is the Now Era. What matters is what you gonna do, cuz ain’t nobody wanna see a dick measuring contest of old white boiz comparin’ they resumes. They wanna see the realest of the jefes puttin’ the beat down on some lil hoppas. Ain’t no secret agenda ese just raw aggression. Trust me holmes, that’s what they gonna get from TLA…

Cuz if ya can’t trust TLA… who can ya trust?

Suddenly the Voltage fanboys burst through TLA’s window shattering glass everywhere.

Fanboy #1: We fucking found you!

Fanboy #2: You gonna get cut up nigga!

TLA: Who the fuck are you?

Fanboy #1: Typical Dynast. Can’t even process the greatness of Voltage enough to remember us!

Fanboy #2: I have come for my wallet!

TLA: I already spent yo green on this mota holmes.

Fanboy #1: You fucking what?

Fanboy #2: Oh it’s fucking on now…

The fatass Voltage fanboys begin jiggling with rage as they roll up the sleeves on their Voltage turtleneck sweaters and put up their fists.

Fanboy #1: You are on our turf now…

Fanboy #2: That’s right… we are Canadian but don’t think that means we are white…

TLA: But y’all gringo bitches clearly are…

Fanboy #1: You stopped us from getting the Voltage Vag that we always dreamed of having…

Fanboy #2: That can’t be forgiven…

TLA: I have nude photos of Carson Ramsay on this USB.

Fanboy #1: …

Fanboy #2: …!

TLA: They are right here all you gotta do is take them…

Fanboy #1: It could be a trap…

Fanboy #2: But can we take that risk?

TLA: I don’t think you can.

Fanboy #1: He’s right. In his totally wrong Dynasty way…

Fanboy #2: Dammit he sure is.

Fanboy #1: Let’s go for it.

Fanboy #2: Always go for it.

One of the fanboys pulls his laptop up out of his pants from a place that should remain unknown to all.

Fanboy #1: Quick! Give us the nudes!

Fanboy #2: These are going to be so much hotter than the nudes of your dad we photoshopped with Phoenix Winterborn's face.

TLA hands over the USB stick.

Fanboy #1: Damn I’m getting hard just thinking about those…

Fanboy #2: Awww yea please man! Please stick it in!! STICK IT IN NOW!

The fanboy sticks the USB drive as he turns on his laptop.

Fanboy #1: Damn my laptop is slower than maple syrup.

Fanboy #2: That was a creative Canadian pun. You should be proud of yourself.

The fanboy opens his laptop as he quickly minimizes the screens of camera surveillance set up in what appears to be Voltage GM Carlos Rosso’s tour bus restroom.

Fanboy #1: This is it.

Fanboy #2: If only I brought the lube…

The fanboy clicks on the folder containing Carson Ramsay’s nudes as his laptop suddenly bursts into fire!

Fanboy #1: What the fuck!

Fanboy #2: Oh my god no!

Fanboy #1: Quick put it out!

The fanboys quickly throw the laptop out the window.

Fanboy #2: You dumbass! You forgot to take the USB out!

TLA: I guess the nudes are lost forever…

Fanboy #1: It turns out Carson Ramsay’s nudes were so hot that they even started my laptop on fire.

Fanboy #2: Damn we should have known.

Fanboy #1: Thank you anyway TLA. If you weren’t a filthy Dynast we could be friends.

TLA: There’s no fucking way that is even possible hijo de puta.

Fanboy #1: I think that means he likes us.

Fanboy #2: I agree.

Fanboy #1: We will grant you what you want…

Fanboy #2: We will grant you what you need…

Fanboy #1: We will grant you the gift of Voltage!!!

Fanboy #2: Drink it in maaaann

TLA: Iight get the fuck out.

~SECONDS LATER~

The Voltage fanboys are shown lying in a bloody heap outside TLA’s hotel room in the hallway. The Do Not Disturb sign has been placed on the door.

Fanboy #1: Do you think that the USB survived that fall?

Fanboy #2: Let’s go see if we can find the pieces. We can fix this. We are smart people.

Fanboy #1: Let’s go for it.

Fanboy #2: Always go for it.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 4:14 pm by **Brian Daniels**

I've seen you structure this fortified mental barrier for quite too long. It's gaining layer after layer as every name that vows to end your tyranny, crumbles beneath your boot. You've found yourself a secure location behind this barrier, because you've kept every word, you've dominated this company almost with ease. But I see you poking your head out from that barrier, you can't help but to be increasingly curious. I've approached monsters, mercenaries, kings, rulers, conquerors, and the list can go on. You're no different from any of them. There's this complex to you that you certainly see as unique. I see it as a getaway. I can see right through this falsified act you put on. The age old question is that of "what becomes of..." and your name is included. This peaks our interest, because every outcome causes a ripple effect. I'm willing to break through the barriers you've created and find out the outcome of your ultimate demise. It won't be outrage, it won't be humility, it won't be disappointment... but it will be silence. I know you've plowed through a plethora of unstoppable forces, in which you proved to be stoppable. And what became of the immovable object? You moved them. You've impressed millions despite disgusting the majority of them. I know the type of man you are and I most certainly have been aware of the level of cruelty you go to. I'm not afraid of that. I'm only combating you for one reason; Robbie V. I no longer have the patience to persistently drill this into your head. Your head has become too thick to accept this. The constant reminder that I've prioritized a fight with your father over you, hurts doesn't it? I can see how offended you've become. You're fuming with anger, because you can't accept the fact that the meaningless gold you carry around is just that to me; meaningless. Of course, there's always a part of me that desires to achieve a little bit more, but that's subsided for now. Is that too difficult for you to accept? I'm unlike every foe you've come across. They've wanted to embarrass you, end you, dethrone you, that's just a causality of war for me. I don't exactly seek out those actions, but if need be - so be it. I'm not against stripping the pride away from the egocentric bastard. You're best efforts at trying to reveal my "supposed" inner ambitions are failing you.

You're a man that's attempting their very best to cast a shadow on this entire company, but little have you realized you've only been living in the shadow of your father. I would know that very well, because I was always considered to be living in his shadow. I know what it's like to be unappreciated, but do you know what I did about that? I made a name for myself, I branched off and succeeded without him. But for you, without that family name, without your family legacy, without HIS legacy... your conquest would be meaningless. Does it pain you to see that shadow no matter how faded it might be? It's always been there, for the both of us --- but only one of us has done something about it. Now? There's a shadow trailing the wheelchair you stroll him in. It's following you, it's haunting you. You're trying to make a whole other image out of this, but he's the reason you're even standing here. And YOU'RE the reason he's not. Then again, I almost envy his current condition. Who would want to see their son shame their family? I wouldn't want to live in a world with such a disgrace. Maybe that's the reasoning behind his poor condition. He's been driven into a state of null, because his son has attempted to become the best tyrant he could possibly be. I know that at times Robbie V as a person wasn't that great either. He's gone through stages like The Legendary Sekaiichi, Mikado Sekaiichi, or even just simply being his old self. At times, he was no different from yourself, and I can easily see what traits you gained from him. I guess betrayal runs right through your family tree. I need not to provide proof of this, because the evidence has always been there. I'm just hoping there's just an ounce of Robbie V left to see the reminiscence of Ares Vendetta. I'm going to display acts of violence that I've tried to withhold for an extended period of times, but what else is there left to hold back? I'm trying to chase down what you believe to be a fantasy, but I believe to become real. I may even have to stoop to levels of my own enemy, but these are risks I'm willing to take. This is a step toward the conclusion of my story with this family. The reward of becoming Answers World Champion is not an honor, but a gateway toward needed motivation. I will not take pride in defeating you, but I'll take honor in defending what was yours, against your superior.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 3:59 pm by **Jacob Senn**

Did I strike a nerve, boys? Don’t worry your little heads about it. I’m sure when we get to Territorial Invasion, you’ll look good… it just won’t be at my expense. Let’s face the facts, Xavier and Jamie. This is a battle you won’t win. You might be able to beat down a dead tag team division into getting what you want, you might be able pressure people with power into trying to get what you want, but the truth is that you’re not winning this fight to get what either of you want: a world championship opportunity. I don’t intend to strike that against you because everyone here is in this match for that opportunity, they want that opportunity at getting a shot at being the man of the their brand. However, like I told Matt Miles during my whole ordeal, we don’t shy away from that fact. We own it and we plan on using it to make us the team that goes through and makes Voltage kneel before its superior in Dynasty. I know you love to believe that this is going to be a story where you rise against Dynasty and prove once and for all why Xavier Williams and Jamie O’Hara are just that damn good, but you’re not. Xavier, you’ve just coasted off of Dark Demon, thought you would coast by with a victory over Mr. DEDEDE to cement yourself as one of the best wrestlers that this place has ever seen, but you couldn’t quite wrap your fingers around “The Gawd” could you? As for Jamie, I can say that he’s pretty talented. I could even go out on a limb and say that he’s more talented than you, Xavier. I think if there came a time where a rematch should happen from that atrocity last year between you and him, I think Jamie might take one over you. The only ill will I have over him is the fact that he was the one that pinned me at Road to Redemption, he was the one that took advantage of that betrayal that Lannister did unto me, and he was the one that created the downward spiral that I was on when I turned up on Dynasty. However, you’re a different story, Xavier. There’s a multitude of things about you that give a repugnant taste to my mouth, which even comes up when I just say your name. Xavier… yep, there it is. The taste of deceit and groveling.

Surely, you know what I’m talking about. Things you’ve said behind closed doors that can’t be repeated here, but I’ve listened. I come up to your face and you want to be cordial and polite, want to shake my hand and tell me all these nice things, but you’ll turn away and try to undermine me for your own personal goals when given the right opportunity. You would bury me under the dirt for the opportunity to get just one more inch of gold… one more accolade… one more title to add to your name. Does that make you sleep good at night, Xavier? Knowing how many times you’ve stabbed me in the back in an attempt to vilify me? How does it feel to know that no one can truly trust you, even your own partner? Trust me, he knows about you and has heard the deathly true horror stories about you. He might not want to admit it to your face, because would Xavier want to tell someone in their face that they don’t like them? No, he would hide behind his own words and just wait for the moment when they aren’t around to show their true colors. However, you keep on doing that. Vilify me, Xavier. Make the big evil mastermind that plots to create his own legacy and manufacture his way towards the big prize. Make Jacob Senn out to be the darkest thing to ever touch EAW and that his corrupted stain will bring it to ruin, I want you to do that. I want you to make this world believe every single thing you preach because I feed off of that, Xavier. I want all of them, EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF THEM, TO HATE ME! I WANT THEM TO JUST WAIT AND ANTICIPATE THE MOMENT FOR ME TO GET MY FUCKING HEAD CAVED IN OR TO BE DROPPED ON THAT CANVAS TO GET MY JUST DESSERTS! PLEASE, XAVIER! LET THEM THINK I’M THE BIG BAD MAN OF EAW THAT ONLY CARES FOR HIMSELF! YOU TRY AND VILIFY ME BECAUSE YOU CAN’T BEAT ME THROUGH ANY OTHER METHOD! YOU CAN’T TAKE ME DOWN ANY OTHER WAY BECAUSE ALL YOU ARE IS A CHEAP IMITATION OF ALL THE GREATNESS IN THE WORLD! THE WAY YOU TALK, THE WAY YOU ACT, THE WAY YOU WRESTLE, EVEN YOUR OWN TAG TEAM WITH JAMIE IS A FUCKING KNOCK-OFF OF SOMETHING BETTER! YOU ARE ABLE TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND BE CONTENT WITH BEING A SECOND-RATE VERSION OF SOMETHING! SO PLEASE, DO ME A FAVOR AND GIVE ME SOMETHING! I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME A REASON! THAT’S ALL I NEED! One reason to stomp your head into the dirt, one reason to drop you on your neck, all so that you can recognize that you’re not the Best in the World or some Angel of Death. As for what I’ve deserved, I think my work speaks for itself. I think these people are not moronic like you to the point to not believe that I’m not a world title contender because if they are so easily manipulated by you and your legion of followers that you’ve coerced like those before you into believing that, then let them. The problem with you is that you care about what people think about you. You care about someone that says that you’re not the Best in the World, you didn’t deserve those titles that you held, because you let that be known in this most recent conversation you gave to me. You care about that, but I don’t care anymore. Let them say what they want to say, let me preach what they want to preach, because at the end of the day, I’m still going to be fighting and pushing myself to the getting all the way to the top! Spit on me, mock me, and try and humiliate me, but you won’t break me because if you didn’t catch the memo from Pain for Pride… I’M INDESTRUCTIBLE BITCH! You’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long, Xavier. I’ve waited for a while to finally get a match where you were standing across the ring from me, and it might not be a singles match where I can DEFINITIVELY BEAT THAT ASS DOWN, but I’ll take what I can get. You’ve constantly tried to make me out like the villain, the evil man that has done you and EAW wrong for a long time, and you’ve devoted yourself into making me suffer because you didn’t like that I wasn’t THE BIGGEST FAN OF YOUR HELL IN A CELL MATCH WITH DARK DEMON! I’M SORRY THAT I CAN’T BE A FAN OF THE BOTH OF YOU IN THAT FUCKING RING DOING SOMETHING THAT’S LAUGHABLE TO ME! However, you’d probably say that my match with Zack Crash at Pain for Pride was laughable and I’ll be fine with it. Your opinion, Xavier, doesn’t matter to me. The people’s opinion, it doesn’t matter to me. It’s the fact that you attempted to try and make me a villain in their eyes, that matters and needs to be made an example of. For all of this, you will be punished just like Zack Crash was punished for his own crimes at Pain for Pride.

I’ve dwelled on Xavier long enough, but haven’t shone a spotlight onto Jamie because of it. I feel a bit disappointed in myself for not giving him enough time, so why don’t I do that right now? Jamie, I’ve stated this already, but you were the one that eliminated me. You didn’t steal the championship because you got taken out of the match before you could do that, it was Diamond Cage that stole my championship and allowed that bargain bin carbon copy to walk around with my championship like he fucking ran the place. Of course, it was easy for you to get that pin. When you add a destructive beating from Lannister and Diamond Cage, with the punishment of the Elimination Chamber added onto it, VENOM COULD’VE GAINED A PIN ON ME ON THAT NIGHT AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING! ANY ROOKIE COULD’VE JUMPED OFF A POD AND STOLEN A VICTORY AFTER WHAT LANNISTER HAD DONE TO ME ON THAT NIGHT! A BLIND MENTALLY CHALLENGED MONKEY COULD HAVE DONE JUST THAT! The only thing you did was take advantage of an opportunity, which I’m not trying to demean, you did do what any other man in your position would’ve done. Hell, I probably would have done it. It’s just you did it to the wrong man. You did it to a man who doesn’t forget, a man who will remember when he meets that man again, and he will make sure that the punishment is dealt to him. However, you believe that Jacob Senn can’t hang with you because of that night? Because Jacob Senn has beaten by the Elimination Chamber, Diamond Cage, and Lannister together and you took it upon yourself to just get a pin? That’s what it means for you to be better than me? You let the other men do your dirty work and now, you believe you're superior to me? You best recognize who you’re dealing with Jamie, because you may be right in the fact that I’ve not been the same since the night I lost my world championship. I’ve been changing and adapting to the situation that I’ve been presented with and constantly, I’ve been reinventing myself. Changing to the point where when I get that title shot, I do get that world championship around my waist and be proclaimed the new World Heavyweight Champion. If Lucian walks out of Territorial Invasion the champion, you absolutely correct that I will make sure that I do what I can to get a world title shot against him because even if he is my partner and friend that helped me take out Zack Crash from Dynasty, I still hunger for the gold. It took me a while to realize it, but I came the conclusion after I was buried under glass shards that I was no conqueror. I was a god among men, I wasn’t some gift from god sent down from heaven to grace the ring, but I was just a man that was starving for gold and vengeance. I got my vengeance at Pain for Pride, now I want my gold. I want the trophy that I deserve, not some second-rate team of hacks that want to recreate something in their own image. I expected as such from Xavier, but not you. I thought there was more originality in Jamie O’Hara, more pride to him, but I guess sold that to the highest bidder which is a shame. After thinking about it, I shouldn’t be surprised because you take pride in a lucky pin in the Elimination Chamber? You take pride in being a vulture feasting on the works of others? You take pride in that? It disgusts me that someone of your talent would take pride in that, but you can’t help it when the influences that you’ve been around taint you in such. You made your name off of the work of Lannister, which is why you couldn’t hang with him when you got in the ring with him. You made your name off of Diamond Cage, which is a sad thing to do because that’s not a name you want to do your work for you. You made your name off of them, just happened to be me that took the fall. So, you’re welcome for making an irrelevant vulture get a spotlight. I’m not going to knock your talent because you actually have that, but you waste it. You waste it on a dead tag team division to get an easy title reign attached to your name, you waste it on making half-measures towards me, and you waste it by underestimating me. Somehow, someway, you underestimate me. It’s shocking that you would considering what I’ve done, but you underestimate me. I can’t wait to prove you wrong, Jamie. You’re going to have to bite the bullet and take the shot that’s aimed directly towards you because when it’s time, you’ll end up the same way your partner will. You’ve both made crimes against me and you both will be punished for them. Your punishment will simple…

Making you not mighty, but kneeling.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 3:02 pm by **Ares Vendetta**

Even when you shut your mouth, I can still hear the sounds of your pathetic barking in the dark.

I suppose, in a way, that’s a burden I have to carry, because taking what I desire can’t be done without putting down every filthy, delusional mongrel that stands before me.

They bare their teeth and curse my name, but struggling against this dying of their light is all they have left in this World. Their little accolades they achieved that have long been forgotten - those are fleeting. All of the friends they’ve gained, all of the enemies they encountered, and all of the battles amongst the wars they fought in… They’re all superfluous. They’re trivial nonsense compared to the moment you stand before me. I am permanent. I am an inevitable death creeping up on you that you can’t shake, no matter how much you kick and scream.

Mongrels don’t understand what they truly are or what it is they do what they do. When time has chewed them up and spit them out, they don’t seek to hide away and die peacefully, out of sight and out of mind. Instead, they choose to seek death out. As if they find it more noble to meet it head out, but there is no nobility or honor in a subconscious desire to die. They don’t want it, and they never will. They don’t want to admit what they’ve become. No mongrel ever wants to look themselves in the mirror and see no more than a shell of the young lion they once were. None of them wish to take a hard look at how far they’ve fallen, and they don’t want to die. They never want to die. Yet, they can’t help but find themselves in front of oncoming traffic. The men that have fallen at my feet still walk, but they walk a miserable existence - already dead to the World. Nobody cares what DEDEDE does after I killed him. Nobody cares what Y2Impact or Tyler Parker or Devan Dubian are doing after I tore them apart. They’re already dead, and don’t even know it.

But you… You sought me out not for this Championship, but by other means. Not because you don’t want to be the Answers World Champion and back upon the mountain top once more, but because you hide it all underneath the guise of “one more fight” with my father. Nobody believes that barking of your’s, mongrel. Nobody believes you don’t want to be World Champion once more, and I find it far more repulsive that you would hide it all under something as futile as a match with my father. You can walk about it any way you want. You will drag your old carcass into the same fate that they all meet. You’ve bled more than you had to offer upon the canvas I own, and you’ve broken bones, and you’ve ruptured organs and torn tendons. The days where you had any right to call any shots have long since passed. You will not get what you claim you so desire. You will get what you so deserve. You will die upon the pavement like any other hound would, and all that will be left of Brian Daniels’ legacy isn’t the longest World Championship reign in this company’s history or RoViper or any other forgotten achievement you hold so dearly. All that will be left is a mutilated corpse getting shoveled off of the road and thrown into a bag and burned.

You cling to your supposed obsession as you dare speak down to me. That’s the filthy word that mongrels make of it: obsession. That’s the word people only as pathetic as you cling to to describe what it is they want. You dare compare yourself to me because you claim to be obsessed with one more contest against my father, and yet you don’t even comprehend just how pitiful an obsessed man is. An obsessed man is one that has lost everything and merely clings to one string of hope to keep him going. I have no obsessions, not even with the names inked on my body. I have passion. I have desire to get what I want, and I take it. I take it the same way I always have. The same way others are too frightened to do. I take what I desire by any means necessary, and that’s not something that gets me cheers and chants from the thousands upon millions upon billions of mongrels in the audience. They hate me for the actions I take. They loathe me because of what I’ve done, and that’s exactly why they belong upon the rest of them, confined to a seat and paying with their own hard-earned money to see what I do to people like you. This passion gives me joy, while your obsession will lead to nothing but more pitfalls in this miserable existence of yours. I’m despised not merely because of my superiority in the ring, but because of what I do, and what I do is take what I want. I take what gives me joy, and I take what brings me happiness. You speak to me as though I’m the one cornered, and yet here you are, doing everything I wanted you to. Your words don’t mean anything to me, but I’m certain your actions will speak volumes beyond your claim to have no wish to carry this Answers World Championship. You speak so proudly, so confidently to me, but you don’t even seem to realize you do it all while standing in the palm of my hand. You’re here because I want you to be, just as they all were. You’re a rabbit unknowingly making its way into the snare.

And I take great pleasure in that. I take joy in what’s to become of you. There’s nothing that brings me more happiness in this World than taking from you everything you cherish. You’ve led yourself to believe a match with my father is genuinely in your grasp, but you don’t understand that it’s not only out of reach - it’s not there at all. It’s no more than a mirage for a dying man in the desert. You will fall, and you will fall spectacularly. You’ve tasted failure, but you don’t know the true bitter, painful feeling of it that leaves you defeated with nothing but that metallic taste of blood lingering on your tongue. You will know it, because I know it, and I will never know it again. I take pleasure in giving that feeling to you. I take great, great pleasure in that pain shooting through your shoulder right now, not just physically, but psychologically as well. You know you’ve lost this battle before a bell ever rings.

You’re dead, and you don’t even know it.

The sounds that echo off of those arena walls won’t be the roars of a dragon.

They will be the whimpering of a dying dog.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 1:59 pm by **LVCIAN**

Something is still missing...

This is what I was designed to do. There's no doubt in my mind I was created to be a professional wrestler. I love what I do more than I have loved anything or anyone in my life. But regardless how successful I have been, at the end of the day, I am still unfulfilled. It's fun doing this on a weekly basis but it's not enough. Something is still missing. I was born to do this but why? What is my true purpose in life? I've been doing a lot of thinking. I've been reflecting upon myself. Trying to find my purpose and trying to find the solution to my lack of fulfillment. I always dreamed about getting here, about becoming the top dog. There's nothing in my life I have desired so strongly, so passionately. But being the top dog and just being here isn't satisfying enough. If you know me well you know that I am not the type to settle for mediocrity. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for everything I have had in my career. I love the fact that I am the World Heavyweight Champion. But many men have had the honor and the privilege of being World Champion before. It's not something that hasn't been done before and it is something that will certainly be done again. After giving it a lot of thought, I think I know what my purpose is, I think I know now what I am destined for, WHO I am destined to become. But how? How do I become that person? It's all a mystery waiting to be deciphered. The only thing I know for a fact is that I am relatively close to getting where I want to be. I can feel it. This championship belt? It is the vehicle that will aid me in reaching my destination. If I lose this at Territorial Invasion all of my dreams will transform into frightening nightmares, my hopes for the future will be crushed. I'd be a fool if I allowed such outcome to materialize. I've been assessing my opponent, watching him, stalking him like a hunter. I've noticed several things about Eclipse Diemos. He has become solely focused on becoming a vessel of fear, he is utterly concentrated on becoming the human embodiment of fear. He's hell bent on making the world fear him. He's so focused on his goal that he has forgotten there's a giant boulder standing in his path to glory. A boulder he can not remove on his own or even with The sanatorium by his side. Eclipse Diemos evidently forgot who he is facing for the most prestigious and illustrious prize in the industry today... Look at these people when I walk around backstage. They fear me. They truly do. You can see it in their eyes. Eclipse, I am what you aspire to be. Everything you ever wanted to be I have been. A feared man, the champ, THE top dog, THE undisputed face of this company. Now look at them when they see you walking around. Can you see the difference? The guys in the back don't fear you in the slightest and they never will. They pity you. Because you're a pig and you have walked straight into the slaughterhouse, boy. I've been watching you and your little "promos" if you can even call them that. And honestly I am astonished. More impressed than I have ever been in my entire life. And not for the right reasons. What the hell you take us for? Do you think those crappy "horror movies" you make scare anyone? They don't, Eclipse. If anything they amuse us. You should be a comedian, you would have more luck in comedy than professional wrestling I guarantee you it. Luring little kids into your house isn't going to scare anyone, it's going to get you arrested. That's what it will do. I don't give a damn if you're "king" I have lost count how many people claim to be king around here. Come Territorial Invasion I'll make you look like a peasant. That's all you are and that is ALL you will ever be. I know what you can do inside the ring and I can assure it's nothing in comparison to what I can do, to what I WILL do to you. You pinned me once, yeah. But we both know if The sanatorium wasn't there that night you would have never been king of elite and you would have never challenged me for this title. You got something to prove, Eclipse. Prove the fans, the guys in the back, the management and myself that you truly are the man you claim to be. Forget about your sanatorium friends and fight like a real man. Without mind games, without any distractions. This is a war between you and I. Not between The Sanatorium and I. Let's finish this once and for all. I have the opportunity to redeem myself, to recuperate from that loss at King of Elite and you can bet your ass I will capitalize on it.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 12:32 pm by **Bloody Jack**

TERRITORIAL INVASION PROMO #2

[A raised dais sits atop a small row of stairs. Upon that dais is a beautiful, yet powerful looking throne. And placed casually upon that throne is seated “The Kingpin” Zack Crash. He sits dressed in his usual business suit, yet his confident posture and imposing demeanor makes the outfit look natural combined with the chair, as if Zack were born for such a throne. His loyal and devoted supports (his court if you will) stand all around the pillars and statues of the great throne room chamber. The walls are decorated with paintings exaggerating the best moments of Zack Crash’s career. Most notable of all is a wide circular space the court has left empty. Within that circle is a troupe of 5 individuals, dressed in various different types of clown outfits. The most major distinction is the name embroidered across each of their chests…Tyler Parker…Chris Elite…Lioncross…Ryan Marx (this one appears to have been done recently has the name “Cyclone” tries to make itself seen from beneath the new stitching)…and lastly Matty Ryder. Zack looks down with a bored expression as the 5 have finished a slapstick routine were they’ve been chasing each other and falling down. Zack yawns, and turns to speak…]

Zack Crash: Entertainment!

The act of providing or being provided with amusement or enjoyment. It is one of the most common pursuits of life. We all seek to be entertained in various hobbies, and some even seek it in the profession they choose for themselves. Some even seek the most “honorable” and “noble” profession to entertain others. They find fulfillment in the act of making others laugh, making them cry, or making them think about life itself. Even our profession is an entertainment profession. Countless individuals spend their hard earned money to watch men like myself and my compatriots settle our differences in the ring through acts of violence. A bit barbaric and primitive, but to each his own I suppose. But just because we are in the entertainment industry, doesn’t mean we are here to entertain you. I bring all of this up because Mr. Matty Burnt Face has repeatedly made insinuations that myself and OMERTA are not “entertaining” enough. And I have to say that Matty…you’re exactly right. Oh! Bet you didn’t expect that answer did ya? You’re right Matty, if you were to ask the audience, they’d probably say that you’re more entertaining to watch. And I must admit, you are entertaining. Especially during Dia Del Diablo when you were running around with your face on fire…very entertaining. Probably your best act to date. But as far as I’m concerned…what in the hell makes you think I give two shits about being entertaining to ANY of these people? I’m not here to make people laugh, to sign autographs, or any of that crap. I’m here to dominate…I’m here to become legend…I’m here to win. You may be more entertaining, but you know what else is entertaining…clowns are entertaining. Jokes are entertaining. Cat videos are entertaining. But do we take them seriously? The answer is no.

[As if to further drive this point home, one of the clowns produces a cream pie and slams it into the face if another. The wait a beat for the audience to laugh, only to be met with disapproving silence.]

What good has your “entertainment” value done you in your career? Has it gotten you a World Title run like me? Has it gotten you in the Hall Of Fame like me? Did it save you from suffering third degree burns in our last match? Whether or not you entertain these people doesn’t mean shit in the long run Matty. At the end of the day, all that matters is what you say and how you back it up. And you can criticize my methods all you want, but I back up my threat and promises. I said I was going to beat you at Dia Del Diablo and I did. Now I know you’re going to keep crying about Hades and his involvement, but my fellow teammate Mr. Borg brought up a very excellent point I’m going to repeat. Where were your “friends” when Hades was helping me destroy you? Where was Chris Elite or Tyler Parker when the ringside staff kept those flames from touching me? The truth is they didn’t care about you Matty and they still don’t. Yes I stacked the deck against you, but you forget the Inferno Match is no rules and no disqualifications. I simply used all the resources I had to win, resources you were either too stupid to use, or didn’t have to use. And within the confines of the match, what I did wasn’t even illegal. I outsmarted you Matt, which believe it or not, is sometimes more important than physically beating somebody up. So quit bitching and whining about “asterisks” because it doesn’t change the fact that the records will forever read…Zack Crash beat Matt Ryder. I think deep down you’re starting to doubt whether or not you can ever beat me. From your own mouth you’ve admitted to how for weeks you’ve been humiliated and how you can’t even inspire yourself, let alone an entire team. I humbled you before me when I gave you your job back. Yet this is a lesson you don’t seem to have learned very well as you keep rising up to spit in my face. But that’s ok. Sooner or later, they all eventually learn to just stay down.

[One of the clowns gets on his hands and knees, while one of the others is pushed by another, and he comically topples over and lands on his back. Again only the sounds of the crickets can be heard.]

And as far as my team’s “faults” go, you once again fail to understand the idea of a mutually beneficial relationship. I’m perfectly aware that none of the men who are on my team are doing this strictly for me or OMERTA. But then again I never expected them to. And we don’t have to be in order to function properly as a unit. They know what I can do for them if they help me, and I know what they can do for me as allies. It’s a little tit for tat; you scratch my back and I scratch yours. You think the fact that we’re fighting for ourselves is a weakness?! Matty every fight a man ever enters is ultimately about himself. In fact what better motivator is there? A man fights in wars to protect his country yes, but he also fights to stay alive. A man battles for his team for that trophy, but also for individual glory. A man always fights hardest to achieve his own personal ends, to protect himself and his. Now you tell me which team is more highly motivated. Oh sure, you guys are “fighting for Showdown” but pride like that can only take you so far. Because when the beatings starts, they’ll start to ask themselves…is it worth it? Is it worth all this pain to fight to settle Matty’s grudge? Then they’ll realize they have no real stake in this fight and give up. But my guys; even if they question being on my team, even if they start to doubt the decision to help me, they’ll fight through the pain because they’re not fighting for me, they’re fighting for their own goals. But it doesn’t matter. Because their victory is also my victory. Our victories and goals may be different, but they are woven together. And that is what a team is all about. Different goals united under a single banner. And that banner is OMERTA.

[The crowd has started to turn on the clown troupe, and so have the clowns themselves. They arguing in a tight huddle what “routine” to do next. While they one with the “Matty” nametag tries to hold them all together, soon the clowns are beating each other up with rubber chickens, rubber mallets, and balloon animals. And only at this point do the OMERTA followers being laughing.]

Now briefly I’d like to take this time to address the some of the words of the other members of Team Ryder…

Ryan Marx. First of all I’d like ask whether or not you’d like to be the pot or the kettle in this scenario? But it doesn’t really matter because they’re both black right. I find it absolutely hilarious that you say our actions make us scum, yet your cheap shots are justified because you did it out of determination. How very convenient for you. But I’m willing to let that remark slide, because I actually admire such determination. Unfortunately for you though, you seem to be making a lot of rookie mistakes at the moment and I’d like to help you avoid them. You’re very eloquent (more so than Matty at least), but you’ve done the typical rookie move of talking smack to the wrong guy. Let me assure you that I don’t believe myself to be a face in the hall of immortals…I’m already there kiddo. And the funny thing about crumbling pedestals is that if you stand underneath looking up too long, you’re just as likely to get crushed by the falling stone if you catch my meaning. You’re talking way out of your league here Ryan, because false idol or true, I got my spot among legends for a reason, and it certainly wasn’t I’m a pushover in the ring. Certainly you must know some philosophical bullshit about underestimating your opponent, especially an opponent you know nothing about. Let me ask you something else. When you were offered the spot vacated by Cyclone, what was your thought process? Did you think maybe you’d get yourself some early momentum by taking down the Hall Of Famer and his “evil” stable? A move I understand and even respect a little, but someone as smart as you should know that it rarely works out like the rookie planned. Do you honestly think I’m going to let some newbie whose ink hasn’t even dried yet on his contract just come in and fuck up everything I’ve worked so hard to build? I feel so sorry for you because I feel you’re making these mistakes without fully understanding what you’re doing. You’re like the tough little boy poking the bear because he’s too stupid to know you NEVER poke the bear. You’re fairly new here so I’ll just chalk it up to plan old ignorance for now, but the OMERTA philosophy and beliefs are far from dead or even dying. We’re slowly taking control of this entire company. You may not see us, but that’s the point. We’re a shadow organization, working from the shadows, but it won’t always be that way. Soon I’ll have a strong enough force to challenge EAW openly, and at that point you might want to consider which side your on because with a single word I can bury the rise of any young elitist on the roster. You’re new here and you have a brighter future than most, so it would be a shame to see it fail because Ryan Marx didn’t know the difference between philosophy and stupidity.

So going into this match, I advise you to consider your future (and your words) a bit more carefully.

Lioncross. Just when I think you can’t disappoint me any further, I listen to your most recent string of words. When you turned in that embarrassing and insulting effort a few weeks ago, I figured you might be using this opportunity to redeem yourself for that. Boy was I mistaken yet again. I would normally at this point start scientifically tearing down your words, but hell, what can I possibly say when you said it all for me.
“We’re a dysfunctional team”
“I’m in bad form”
“We haven’t worked at all as a team”
And this is supposed to be our Cash In The Vault winner?! A deafest?! I was merely disappointed in you before, now I’m starting to get pissed. I was a former Cash In The Vault winner myself Lioncross, and let me say that your performance as late is a disgrace to the briefcase you hold. No wonder Jones was so anxious to steal it from you. Even your attempt and motivating yourself was pathetic. Simply saying you’ll do this, or you’ll change from that isn’t enough to make it happen Lioncross. You have to have the desire to do so, and right now I don’t think it’s in you. I see it in the way you talk, the way you move in the ring…you’ve fizzled out. All that hype we heard about Lioncross climaxed too soon (a problem Matty knows all too well about) and what we’re left with is a sad, sad shell of what we were expecting. If this is your best effort, then I suggest you stay at home Lioncross. Otherwise I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up pinning yourself in the War Games.

Tyler Parker. Seems to me like somebody is a bit bitter. But even if you are I don’t blame you. After all, it was you who used to be EAW’s favorite son and their golden child. Then I come along and take it all away from you. If I were in your shoes I’d be pissed too. But that’s certainly no reason to be a sore loser or a liar. First I’d like to address your feelings that I “used” you in the first War Games. I will concede that perhaps my actions after the match were little ungrateful, but I had just become Chairman of EAW and I needed to make a statement. I needed this company to understand that I was a man to be feared and that I could carry out any threats I made. It was nothing personal. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I don’t care about you being but hurt over an event two years old. No what bothers me is that you claim I haven’t done anything for this business. Apparently the Liege Of Light has been blinded by his own shining brightness. I did more than just change EAW’s name. Remember that global tour, the first and most ambitious any wrestling company had ever attempted? That was me. I cornered the market in several unclaimed territories and put them under the EAW banner. Because of that, guys like you can enjoy more exposure, thus cementing your status among the world and guaranteeing you can probably find a job elsewhere should your EAW career suddenly…end. My tenture as EAW Chairman also saw more first time World Champions than any other in history. Diamond Cage, Jacob Senn, Norman Hellion, Xavier Williams, Lannister, and the list goes on. Some of these men would never have gotten a title shot if it weren’t for me. Even now I’m aiding the careers of men like JJ Silva, Terry Chambers and others you don’t even know about yet. Scott Oasis used to be one of my projects, and how have things been going for him since he left the family? I’ve done more for this company than any man before or since, certainly more than you Tyler. What’s really sad is the fact that you’re not angry at me, you’re angry at yourself. You’ve fallen from grace Tyler, and I think we all know what I’m talking about here. You’re not the man you used to be. The man everyone respected, the man with so much talent, he never really came back to EAW. Instead all we got is an insecure, irrelevant, washed-up Elitist, whose looking to recapture his falling star. Face facts Tyler, you’re time is done. Nobody cares about you anymore. But everyone cares about me. Why do I seem to be one everyone's mind? Why do I appear to be everyone's favorite target? Because I still matter. Despite my length of time in EAW, I've managed to keep myself in a role of importance and relevancy. I'm always reinventing myself and my style to make sure I stay in everyone's mind. We both may be Hall Of Famers, but you're candle is quickly fading away, whereas mine is still burning brightly.

[Finally all hell has broken loose. The clowns have abandoned their tools and gimmicks and are now in a full on fistfight. The crowd cheers and whistles, egging on their favorite fighter. Meanwhile, the “Matty” clown sits off to the side, crying softly into a colorful and overly large handkerchief. Zack chuckles from his throne at the sight before, a possible premonition of the War Games to come.]

You were right about one thing though Matty…change is coming. In fact it’s already here. Once we beat your team at Territorial Invasion, we’ll show this company that the days of being “entertaining” are over. No longer will men get spotlights simply because they make the audience giggle or because people in the back like them. From this moment forward, the only thing that will be respected in that ring is ability and skill. An Elitist will be judged by his ability to kick ass, not crack jokes or one-liners. An Elitist will get opportunities based on their performance in the ring, not the pops they receive. And it all starts by removing the biggest joke of them all…Matt Ryder! You’re a poison and a cancer in this business. I see a brighter future for EAW than what you can provide. An EAW that rules the world of wrestling, with me at the helm steering. I see EAW with the most talented roster in the world, each hand selected by myself. I see a future where Showdown takes it rightful place as the best brand in all of EAW.

And in the future I see for Showdown…you’re not in it!

[Zack stands up from his throne, and instantly the entire chamber goes silent. The clowns stop fighting and his court looks to him for guidance and wisdom. He surveys their faces briefly, then thinks of the words to bestow onto them. And he can think of only four little words to give to them…]

In OMERTA We Trust!

[Fade to black]

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 10:14 am by **Brian Daniels**

I have an obsession.

I'm completely aware that obsessions are unhealthy, but from my perspective --- it's the final accomplishment I need to achieve. But it's not the regular obsession that every other man or woman seeks in EAW. It's not to be on top, for gold, or to be the face of the company. I've done all that and it's become repetitive to rinse and repeat. You climb your way up the steep mountain, conquer the conqueror, and then wait around until someone shoves you off that mountain. Then you do it all again. That's the ordinary life in which everyone has lived out. I don't want that anymore, but instead there's one individual who's managed to escape my sights. The man that literally breathed air into my career, showed me the ropes, proved to me that I wasn't an ordinary wrestler. He proved to me that I'm capable of performing on a whole new level. I continued to raise the platform I stood on and there was never a moment that I wouldn't force my opposition to rise with me. But I'm not the only man with an "obsession". There's another man who's considered even more obsessed than I am. This is a man who's had a list of names tattooed on his body. He wanted to avenge the men and women who wronged his father. I never saw such a ridiculous notion to be set in place before. I've heard of wrestling mercenaries, but not of a man who went out of his way, and forced himself to remember those names. I'm a name on that said list. I know you don't care for the names anymore, but I haven't forgotten about your personal agendas. I haven't forgotten that your mind has it painted to where I brought shame to your father's name. I won't lie... I did bring shame, but it wasn't to Robbie V. It was to myself. I could use the most common of excuses; "I was young, I was reckless, I wasn't thinking", but that's just dusting the mess underneath the carpet. I almost thought for that period of time when I was brought back to this company just to take him out. I thought that was real hatred. It wasn't. It was envy, it was disappointment, it was because Robbie V didn't betray me --- but instead, I betrayed myself. I took advantage of the only man that had faith in me. I'll never live that down. But I want to make amends for that and I know I won't be able to do that by brutalizing his son.

I had no quarrel with you, Ares. You're the one that has forced this match upon me. I never wanted this. I never wanted your title to begin with. What do I care for a title that you hold? I've already won the World Championship twice and for the longest amount of time. I don't care for accolades anymore. I can easily earn myself another if I really wanted to. If there's anything particular about this --- it's the fact that I think you want me to crave your title. You want to expose me for the man you think I am, but you're in the wrong about that. In fact, you have never been cornered in your entire career until now. You've always been deranged, sadistic, and unique, but never cornered. You always had the advantage over all your victims. You have always had the last word. You've put more men our of their misery than I've ever seen before. You've even managed to follow that up by putting them to shame in their returns. But what happens when your next target wants nothing to do with you? You start acting out of desperation, because otherwise... what would drive me to face you? Oh, right. The man you've strolled around in that disgusting wheelchair for months on end. That man you've been disappointing since the moment you said your first words. If anyone has been a disappointment in the Vendetta family, it's undoubtedly yourself. You have done nothing to motivate you father to speak, to rise out of the wheelchair, to once again continue the legacy that he once had. You're using him as a pedestal to kick start your only legacy. Tell me, Ares, would anyone have cared if you kept your crimson mask on? Would anyone have cared about you if your last name wasn't Vendetta? You waltz around this company, only living off the remaining pieces that your father left behind. One minute you're avenging him, the next you're spiting his name. You'd rather see your father dead, in order to finally get a taste of what his best friend is capable of. I'm going to give you exactly that. I'm going to give you the worst beating you'll ever receive. I'm going to leave a mark that's not with a brand, that's not with a loss, but a memory of the one time Ares Vendetta has felt so helpless. You've provoked the wrong dragon, you've poked and you've prodded the silent beast, and now you're going to pay for everything you've done. You can go as far as maiming me before we finally confront one another, but this will change nothing. I've never been so motivated in my career, and it's not because of you. It's entirely different than that. It's to see your father wrestle again. And what's a better way to motivate him to rise? To have his son fall right before his eyes. It may seem sadistic, but if that's how far I must go to get his mental condition into the natural state it once was in, so be it. You've already proven to me that you're going to go the distance, do whatever you can, then so shall I. I won't play victim to another one of your vicious assaults. I will be a name that will never be crossed. I'm going to take what you love the most and then I'll defend it against your father. I'll do whatever means necessary to break your mental barrier down, to physically harm you. To leave you in a state that you've left men man before, and you're only given the option of awaiting the impending doom to occur. expect the unexpected, "mongrel".

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 8:09 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

I’m glad you brought up Road to Redemption Senn. It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the night that I made people recongise the talent I held. Seeing how long it took you to win the big one, I don’t really have to explain how hard it is to truly break free of the chains that hold you down as just “somebody else”. “Break out match” is a little insulting considering ever since day one I stepped in this company I had been backing up every word I said week in and week out but Senn, I absolutely made my name off the back of defeating you. THE ROOKIE. THE NO NAME. THE BLOKE THAT DIDN’T BELONG IN THE MAIN EVENT OF HIS SECOND FPV AND THE MAN YOU THOUGHT NOTHING OF. ONE WEEK EARLIER I TOOK YOU TO YOUR FUCKING LIMIT AND YOU STILL HAD THE AUDACITY TO DISREGARD ME. TO YOU I SIMPLY MADE UP THE NUMBERS IN THAT MATCH.

And what happened?

Have you ever been the same?

No.

It was so easy for me to get swept up. It was so easy for me to lose that match one week out from Road to Redemption and think that Jacob Senn was a decent champion. Yet this rookie with little but a meaningless belt strapped to his waste ensured a new champion was crowned on that night. And you know what? It was easy. I rose to my feet, I looked down and saw this broken man, the now former champion curled up clutching his ribs. A man I spent a week salivating over the idea of eliminating…was nothing more than a fucking myth. The idea that you could have reigned for many, many more months afterwards is simply laughable. It’s been a lean eighteen months hasn’t it Senn? To your credit, victories over Jaywalker and Zack Crash but in your hands rests nothing. In your hands, you have but a vision of a championship. I’m sure it forces you to double take when you least expect it. I wonder if you can pull off another come from behind, super human effort to defeat Lucian Black in the space of a few minutes like you did against Crash at Pain For Pride? My God…it’s such an inspirational tale. Regardless, you can dream on about crushing my skull in a little longer. That night, that winter night back in 2014 proved that Jacob Senn can’t match it with Jamie O’Hara when it matters and ever since I’ve always been held in a much higher regard. I know how your mind ticks Senn, you believe you’re bound for greatness; to be recongised as a God of this business but that place will never be yours. Credible, admirable, respectable. All fair words to describe you but great? Great is not. You were but a charity story. Your reign was a good will story that immediately rolled over into another; my partner put an end to this when he took the title and for the first time since it had been revived, gave it meaning and prestige. I made my name off of your failures and I take immense pride in that. You wish to embarrass me as a rookie? I saw a myth at my feet all that time ago. An absolute fraud of a champion, of a “main event talent” and if…when you and I step toe to toe I will see you no differently. You think you’re on course to once again reign as champion but I will show to the world that you are not capable. See in 2016 there’s a considerable difference between you and me. You’re a bitter fool still clinging to losing to a rookie so long ago; a mighty fucking chip on your shoulder knowing that a ROOKIE, A GOD DAMN ROOKIE ENDED YOUR REIGN AS CHAMPION. No, let that sink in if it hasn’t. I STILL NOBODY and I ended the reign of a champion. Redemption...this is supposedly what it’s all about. Fate will not be kind to you and you will still find yourself seeking that redemption Jacob. Perhaps that chip is the reason you have done so little while this rookie has achieved so much.

There’s just one last thing. You say you never got your redemption but in hindsight, I never got to thank you. Thank you Jacob Senn. Thank you for being such a cheap, weak champion and allowing me to make my name. What a lad. Like I did at Road to Redemption, I’ll eliminate you from this match. A knee driven into your skull and I shall fill it with a bullet of true belief. The reality that you are just “okay” in the grand scheme of things, “okay” in comparison to me. I will humble you and I will take great delight in doing so. I feel sorry for your team actually. A talented bunch no doubt you’re chosen as their leader. What a sad reality for Dynasty if the best the roster can offer as a leader is you.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 7:03 am by **Black Sven**

(Black Sven is walking on the backstage, ribbs tapped and his nose looking broken. Flannery McCoy comes to him in a rush with a mic in his hand)

Flannery McCoy: Black Sven! Can I have a word with you?

Black Sven: Even two!

Flannery McCoy: What is your impression after what happened tonight?

Black Sven: Carlos is a bitch. Nas is a sidekick. I don't fucking care about Dynasty vs Voltage. The Deathmatch wasn't really what I expected. What else do you want to know?

Flannery McCoy: About the attack of Wolvesden on you tonight.

Black Sven: He ha ha ha ha ha!

Flannery McCoy: What?

Black Sven: Last week I told that guy that he is nothing without his "army". Case and point Damon had two choices if his "wolves" didn't come. Either tapping out or having his arm broken. In anycase the victory was mine. He knew that I was right! He knew that I was ready for this.

Flannery McCoy: I have to agree, you put a fight that most people wouldn't have put out there. So many people jumping on you and you kept fighting. What made you still stay in the battle?

Black Sven: Ohh, McCoy. This is who I am! I told everybody I am not scared of any him or his wolves. I even challenged Kawajay to come and fight me! I proved everyone right the moment I went into the ring with that man and when his "army" came to me!

Flannery McCoy: Now I want to ask you. What was in your mind when you broke the arm of that man?

Black Sven: I knew one of them, would stay in the ring. Honestly I expected Damon to try and humiliate me by taking of my mask, not an underling. Like a hunter I killed my prey and I have many more options to make sure this pack of wolves becomes extinct. Either that or I chase them from EAW to Yellowstone. The wolves fall down, one by one by one the pack goes down!

Flannery McCoy: What are your thoughts on J.D Damon's speech?

Black Sven: He knows nothing of me to call me New Era. He knows nothing of me to consider I am just another cog in a machine like he is. Like Drake is. And I proved that he knows nothing of me when I was close to breaking his arm. His whole speech is nothing but a reused speech I have seen so many times. If he wants to hardcore champion, I don't give a shit! I won't be scared of him even if he beats Ares Vendetta! I will never be scared of J.D Damon. I will never be scared of Kenny Drake or his indian whore!. This will not be the end of the war that he stared. Trust me! This was no Pyrrhic victory for me!

Flannery McCoy: In the end I want to ask you. What will you be doing at Territorial Inavsion? Will you be part of the Hardcore match

Black Sven: I'll just be backstage maybe drinking a pack of beers, smoking a cigarette, looking around. I'll be there at this event, maybe I'll even go on to be in the match. I'll do whatever I consider fun at that moment.

Flannery McCoy: Thank you for your time

(The camera fades to black as Flannery McCoy leaves Black Sven alone with a demented look on his face and large grin)

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 6:52 am by Guest

What am I to do, guys? There’s no possible way that I could possibly survive this match against the GREAT Jacob Senn! How could I overcome the Punisher! I have nothing to fall back on! My skills certainly aren’t going to be enough to topple him! DEMON! DARK DEMON! WHERE ARE YOU! I NEED YOUR HELP! JUST LIKE I HAVE FOR THE ENTIRETY OF MY CAREER! I NEVER SCRATCHED! I NEVER CLAWED! I’M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU! I NEED THE PLEASURE OF IRELAND’S JEWELS TO GET TO THE POSITION I ONCE WAS, BECAUSE IT’S THE REASON I GOT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE! FOR IT HAS BEEN DECLARED BY JACOB SENN, SO IT MUST CERTAINLY BE TRUTH! Man, Jacob, you really got me there. I don’t know what I’m going to do. You definitely hit me where it hurts. I think I’m done. I’m going to pack my bags and I’m going to leave forever! I’ve been exposed in front of the world! I’m a fraud! I was never the Best in the World! I was never mighty! I’m just a boy who sucked a good dick to get the things that people dream about. That’s the general census, right, Jacob? Xavier Williams only managed to succeed off of the things that were handed to him at the hand of Dark Demon and those around him. I never deserved it. I never had to work for it. It was all just handed to me on a silver platter, while people in your position are the complete opposite. You loathe me for it all too; you loathe the fact that I grab onto everything that I set my eyes onto. The Cash in the Vault, the EAW Championship, the Hall of Fame Championship, the Hall of Fame itself, and now the Tag Championships – accomplishment after accomplishment, and no one bats an eye. People come up to me and talk about how I’ve managed to constantly succeed, and how I’ve deserved every piece of it. All the while, you sit back and grit your teeth about it all; you try your hardest to attempt to knock me down a few notches because it makes you feel better about yourself. And why’s that, Jacob? It’s because you try your hardest to make everyone take you as seriously as they possibly could, and nothing you seem to do works. You’re never any better off, and you’re certainly not seen in a better light. For every one thing you do right, you ten wrong in the eyes of those actually watching. Do you want to know why that is, Jacob? I’ll guarantee that it’s an answer you already know.

You’re nowhere near as good as you think you are.

A harsh truth, and it’s certainly one that you’re going to deny. But, I have to say, Jacob; those were some awfully big claims for a man who’s rise to fame came from bitching and moaning until someone was willing to listen. I know, I know; the story of you and Crash is a tale that’s been told too many times for anyone to care, but it serves a point. You were never given a chance because of your ability; you were given that ultimate opportunity to make a name for yourself because you kicked and screamed because Zack Crash was given something you thought “others” deserved. But you don’t see it that way, do you Jacob? In your eyes, you’ve earned everything that you’ve been able to grab your hands onto. You deserved that EAW Championship reign. You deserved the chance to represent Dynasty in the King of Elite finals. I’m even sure that thought you deserved that Elite Championship reign you were given a mere month into your time on the main roster. I’ll even go as far to stay that you wholeheartedly believe that you deserve that World Heavyweight Championship you’ve been eyeing off for the longest time. You’re playing with a double edged sword, Jacob, and if you’re not careful, you’re going to stab yourself with it. I have to ask though, Jacob. What’s it actually like being in the shoes of Jacob Senn? What’s it actually like trying so hard and being given no respect for it? You’ve had all of these schemes and nothing has worked. The Fabled Conqueror failed. This “Punisher” thing is definitely headed down the same road. Beating Jaywalker and Zack Crash at Pain for Pride did fucking nothing for you. What’s the next get rich scheme? What’s the one thing that’s finally going to stop you from getting embarrassed by those around you? Is it the World Heavyweight Championship? God know who badly you want that around your waist. A “credible” title reign is what you want the most, right Jacob? That’s the one thing that keeps you awake at night. It’s not this need to “punish” people for their bad deeds - it’s the fact that your crowning achievement didn’t pan out the way it had in your own head. I mean, that’s certainly not your fault, is it? It’s definitely not because you were outclassed by Brian Daniels, Devan Dubian, and Scott Diamond. That blame falls onto someone else’s shoulders, I’m sure.

But, Jacob, I’ll wish you all the best. I sincerely hope that you get absolutely get everything that your heart desires. I hope you win the World Heavyweight Championship. I hope you manage to get to scrap together a reign that truly makes you happy. I hope that you get everything that YOU believe that you deserve wholeheartedly. Tell me about how I’m wrong and how you’re right. We’ll play this continuous little game, and then you can throw out all the excuses to why Xavier Williams is still standing above Jacob Senn in the proverbial food chain.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 6:17 am by **Nasir Escobar**

A king is defined as a male ruler of an independent state, especially one who inherits the position by birthright. A god is defined in Christianity and other monotheistic religions as the creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority, the supreme being. As well as in certain other religions as a superhuman being or spirit worshiped as having power over nature or human fortunes; a deity. Now. Aren when you refer to yourself as a king, you are correct. You are the man who rules over the land. And yes, you inherited this legacy. Everything that you have now. This was destined for you. This was waiting for you. You were hand picked for the job. You were “their” man. “Their” Man! The one they wanted. The one they thought was right. The one they viewed as the perfect guy for the top spot in this federation. And why? Why you? YOU of all people? WHY?! Well I can take a few guesses. First would be, you are an appealing man from an aesthetic standpoint. Because as we all know the prototypical Aren Mstislav fan is a fourteen year old internet fan girl who dreams of rubbing his abs and and they just ooze in their little panties whenever they see him and wish they could be in the arena when he throws his adorable little t-shirts with cute little chibi versions of Voin on them into the crowd so they can keep it and never wash it. Another reason could be that he is a great performer. Now I cannot deny this. Aren Mstislav is undeniably one of the greatest wrestlers on the planet. Everyone knows that. Everyone recognizes that Aren has and can go toe to toe with all of the greats past, present, or future. And as we all know, you holding that title is validation of everything you have done in this business. But most important. The number one reason above all other reasons as to why you are called by many people back there, the “so called” experts in this industry is because you have done ALL the right things to get into their good graces. You have sucked up and kissed up to all of the old heads and gotten on their good side. That is why you are the EAW Champion, and even more importantly, THAT is why any and all veteran in this business calls YOU the face of EAW! And I hate it. I hate it so damn much, because all it proves is that you are superior to me for one reason Aren. It proves you are just like every other man who has held onto that title right there. You are just like Jamie O’hara, Xavier Williams, Vic Vendetta, Carl- Oh wait, I forgot, we’re talking about men that have held meaningful world titles. Aren. The reason the old heads who govern the land of the elites have hand picked you is because you are what they want. And the reason I am not recognized for the greatness that I am is because I am my own man. I march to the beat of my own drum. And I say what I want, when I want, to who I want. And most of the consists of coming out to that ring and calling out all of those who have succeeded on their bullshit and the fact that I myself will make this place what it needs to be so no one else has to suffer for absolutely no reason like me.

Because the fact is they fear not just what I am now, they fear what I will become! They realize that I am without a shadow of a doubt THE most genuinely beloved figure in Elite Answers Wrestling today by the people. When I used the term king to describe you, I also used the term god. God is to describe me. Because that is what I am! I have called myself a god since I stepped foot in this company three years ago. The fact is, not one damn person believed what I said, or believed in me as a performer. Back then if you would have told them that “The Nas” is on the verge of becoming the next EAW Champion, they would have laughed in your face and said, “that punk kid who is his own biggest hype machine? Yeah right! GUYS LIKE AL MANJI AND TOMI VENUS HAS A BETTER SHOT OF BECOMING EAW CHAMPION THAN THAT MR. DEDEDE WANNABE!” And the fact is Aren...I always believed myself to be a god, but it rings so much truer now that I am not forcing myself despite my protest against it, to be the guy who walks out and talks in the third person and tries to be one of Dedede’s old gimmicks. That is all I was. And for a long, LONG time now I knew I could be SO much more, however I was never given that platform to expand from just being a guy who got the crowd hyped up with a few unoriginal lines and an admittedly sexy eyebrow for the REAL stars to send them home later in the night. Unlike YOU! When we split up, YOU got the golden ticket. It was almost as if...management was WAITING for you to go solo so you could be catapulted to the moon. Meanwhile a guy like me had to suffer heartbreak after heartbreak. Defeat after Defeat. Near fall after Near fall. But never quite being good enough. I find it utter bullshit that a guy like me who has tried and tried his damndest to give all these people exactly what they deserve could not become the New Breed Champion, yet a retard like Maxwell Dachs, a pothead like Piff Fumador, and a grade A ass kisser just like you by the way Aren, in JJ Silva have all held that title on top of countless others that I am leagues and leagues above! THANK GOD a man like Chris Elite who has busted his ass for years and YEARS is FINALLY being given the treatment he deserves, long overdue. And my story come Territorial Invasion will end just like that. I will finally achieve what has eluded me my entire life. Obtain that very important win that I have NEVER had in my entire career, not one. AT LEAST a man such as Terry Chambers has held the Young Lions Cup in his career that has not mattered since 2014. I have nothing, Literally zero. Do I hold a grudge for it? You’re damn right I do. Do I look at others who have so much and mutter bad shit about them under my breathe, you bet your Russian ass. Have you become one of them Aren, I’d be lying to myself if I said anything else. The fact is Aren, I am a god because I am worshiped. These people pay good money to see EAW. They pay good money to see Sunday Night Voltage. But most importantly, they pay good money to know EXACTLY WHAT is Nasir Bank$ going to do next? What is going to come out of his mouth next? I will tell you what. An explanation about that name. “Bank$” Obviously anyone who has not been living under a rock for the last decade recognizes that name as the man that literally built this organization. Without Bank$ there is no EAW. He was a pioneer. A man who created all of these. And governed it. Just as...I am a pioneer. I am a leader. I am a creator. I. AM. A GOD. Just as without Bank$ everything that came after him would not exist. How he CHANGED the world as we all know it. I, AM GOING TO CHANGE THE LANDSCAPE OF ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING FOREVER! And the fact is this, Bank$ is the name that is equated to quite possibly the greatest performer to ever live. So, if only the absolute greatest can use that name, then I will use it, because that is MY birthright. BECAUSE I AM THE ABSOLUTE BEST IN THIS COMPANY TODAY! Whether “THEY” want you to know or believe that is another story though. So don’t be surprised if that part gets censored before you hear it for yourself.

Whether anyone back there likes it or not, I am the new face of EAW! I am the man around these parts now. And I am going to make the EAW Championship INTERESTING AGAIN! Once considered to be the most sought after championship in ALL of wrestling, is now considered the tertiary world championship in this industry. The fact that the Answers World Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship generate more buzz than that title Aren holds right now is a disgrace! It is an insult to this entire brand! What Voltage needs is a man who can carry the banner with pride and a champion to be proud of. And that is exactly what it will get at Territorial Invasion. Because I will be answering so many questions come that fateful night. Where LIVE in front of the entire world I will put all of my doubters to shame, I will claim the rightful spot that I should have been in for a LONG time now, and I will prove why I am not only on par with Aren Mstislav, but when it matters more than any other match we have ever had in history, NASIR IS THE SUPERIOR BROTHER IN THIS CONNECTION! All of that and present you to the new top man this company has to offer AND crown a new EAW Champion and the most interesting EAW Champion in a LONG, LONG, LOOOOOOOOONG TIME! That night will be a monumental one on so many levels, but the cover story is not going to be about fighter Lucian Black facing The evil Eclipse Diemos. It won’t be Team Dynasty and Team Voltage pushing each other to the limit. It won’t be this Team Crash and Team Ryder war. And it won’t be Ares Vendetta seeking vindication by taking on Brian Daniels. The headlines at the end of the day will read this: EAW Crowns it’s NEW EAW Champion and the NEW FACE OF ELITE AND THIS INDUSTRY AS WE KNOW IT, NASIR BANK$! And I am sure Aren will be just fine after all of that. He’ll still be CWF Champion, that counts for something right? Maybe he could defend that against Jah Hendrix or Blaise Hunter or Scott Diamond. Those guys still around right? No? Not surprised. But Aren, the EAW Championship will end up exactly where it belongs. It will be slung over the shoulder or wrapped around the waist of the Agent of Change, The Unsung Hero, The Leader of the Future. It will in MY hands. And I can promise every single one of you this RIGHT now. Once I claim the EAW Championship, Once I claim what I am owed, Once I get what I rightfully deserve above all others...it won’t be going anywhere else again for a good while. And that is how it SHOULD and WILL be. Because this is not just about you Aren, it’s not just about me. It’s not about any of our friends. It’s not about our loved ones. It’s not about our co workers. It’s not about those that have come before us. It’s not about those on top right now. This is about what will follow us. This is about the next. This is about the future. The damn problem is that Carlos Rosso is more concerned with the pride of his little brand for this Territorial Invasion match than the future of not just his brand but this entire place. Then again I know exactly why Carlos has stayed impartial this entire time. It is because he fears you. He fears you Aren. Why? Because you instilled fear into him at Pain For Pride and you embarrassed him into full on retirement. But really? More concerned with Diamond Cage stealing one over your “GREAT” Hardcore Champion and stealing momentum for Team Dynasty than focusing on what is truly important, and that is this EAW Championship match. Then again Carlos will ignore everything that I say anyways, because he comes from that “Older” generation I keep going on about. Just as you Aren, perhaps not nearly as old as most of them, do stem from that system. You are a product of it. And I was hoping you would be different, I was hoping you would break the pattern, break the chain. As it turns out you have decided instead to follow in the footsteps of those that came before you and be exactly what you have always been. A SELFISH TRAITOR WHO WILL STAB HIS BEST FRIEND IN THE BACK TO KEEP WHAT DOES NOT BELONG TO HIM! But that is fine. A god such as myself as we have established is that which creates. And I will create a new world. A world that does not have any of the flaws the world of EAW currently holds. The issue is, where to I build this world? Well the obvious answer is obvious, I build it over the “ALMIGHTY MSTISLAV KINGDOM!” Aren you are going to have to do something about this issue besides hiding behind what you have done in the past. I am not going to let this go until this place is what it should be and guys like me don’t have to be shafted time and time again whereas any idiot who tells one of those “legends” how awesome they are, but can’t talk themselves out of a paper bag can be handed a title they haven’t worked nearly as hard for as a man like me, THAT is what has to go. That is what WILL change! And so much more...this entire business will change, and I am the catalyst, the spark if you would for the change. And that change begins when I pin you One, Two, Three in the center of the ring come Territorial Invasion. I’ll see you there, dear brother.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 2:54 am by **Jacob Senn**

Team Dynasty is full of egotistical individuals. How on Earth will Team Dynasty thrive will all of these men that are only in this for the world title match at the finish line? How will Devan Dubian and Alex Wilder be able to work together? Diamond Cage and Jacob Senn co-exist? How will TLA be able to perform with all of this commotion? Let me give all of you comfort in knowing that it won’t pose a problem. You want to know why? These men are smart, they know what’s at the end of the tunnel, and they will know that they must set aside their petty squabbles until Team Voltage is eliminated if they want to have a chance at being a future contender at a world championship. Diamond Cage wants that title shot to get redemption from what Sebastian Monroe did to him, Devan Dubian desires to be world champion again after being defeated by Mr. DEDEDE last year in the Elimination Chamber, Alex Wilder wants to win his first world championship to show that there’s more to him that people give him credit for, and TLA wants to move himself away from the midcard and wants to claim his spot on the top of the mountain. Me? I want the World Heavyweight Championship because it’s been a goal of mine ever since I stepped foot in this company. Back when I was on Showdown, all I wanted was the World Heavyweight Champion. I watched Tyler win it, Brian win it, Robbie V win it, everyone take their turn at that title and most of them did great with it. However, Jacob Senn never got that opportunity. Now, I intend to correct it. I crave and hunger for the chance to hold the richest prize in the entire industry! I desire the World Heavyweight Championship and if I have to cast my indignation of Diamond Cage away to be able to have that chance, I will do just that. All of these Voltage people want to tell me about how this will be definitive victory for them because they get along and EVERYTHING ON VOLTAGE IS ALL SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS, RIGHT? Deep inside all of you, there’s something eating away at you. It’s gnawing at the bits, scratching and clawing against your skin while teething on your bones to try and escape, and you feel it there. You can feel it begin to take over you with every passing moment and that feeling… that burning… it’s treachery. It’s the mind telling you that you need to betray your partners at the end of the night to be able to have that championship opportunity. Team Dynasty knows that, that’s why we’re not fooling anyone into believing that we have one another’s back. We don’t look after one another, we are all there to fight and make our way to greater goal of becoming world champion. We accept and tame the beast that inside of us, the notion of betrayal, while you cage it away and let it sit in your stomach because you can’t stand the thought of someone possibly blaming you for what could happen. It’s all part of the game, but Team Dynasty is going to be victorious in it. We see the home stretch of this race and what’s bound to happen, so it won’t shock us like it will you when your partner is sitting in that corner and just letting you take whatever comes your way. I will let some of them fall, or I will insert myself into the mix just because I feel like dropping some of you with no hesitation, you never know. Dynasty is my home, it’s the thing that I choose to defend for the greater good and getting that title shot fuels me, and all of you have spat on my home. All of you, in one way or another, have desecrated and disrespected Dynasty and why? Because you feel that when you’re on a brand that’s it has to be the best brand? How many of you on Team Voltage have even stuck with Voltage for the majority of your career? How many of you have even cared about Voltage or showed your pride for the brand? I’ve been on Dynasty for almost two years in succession now, haven’t been traded or even been drafted in a random lottery. You want to know why? It’s because I’ve made Dynasty my home and have shown that I will defend it to the end. I’ve made sure that Dynasty has been the pinnacle of EAW, the crown jewel that stands above the rest, and I demand that it be seen as such. It hasn’t been an easy road, but it’s been the road I chose. Not everyone can defend Dynasty like I have, but most of you are too wrapped up in your own ego bubbles to realize that. Right, Matt Miles?

You’ve had it the most difficult, huh? Your road was the hardest road to travel? Why is that? Because you got yourself hurt? You had moments to where you couldn’t wrestle and need to take a step back? Well, let me ask you this question, Matt. Have you ever been buried under six feet of broken glass? No? Let me tell you, it’s not fun. That’s the most hellacious thing I’ve endured in my entire career and you want to say that because you had a minor injury here and there THAT YOUR FUCKING ROAD WAS THE MOST LABORIOUS OUT OF ALL OF THE ROADS IN EAW? MINE INCLUDED? YOU CAN SIT THERE AND ATTEMPT TO FUCKING PATRONIZE ME AND TRY TO DEMEAN MY HARD WORK IN THIS FUCKING COMPANY, BUT YOU’RE STILL JUST A FUCKING CHILD IN THIS SPORT! YOU MAY HAVE FUCKING BEEN HERE FOR A WHILE, BUT AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED, YOU HAVEN’T MATURED A DAMN BIT IN THIS INDUSTRY! You want to sit there and cry about some damn little moments where you fucked yourself in the ring WHEN PEOPLE HAVE FALLEN OFF DAMN TITANTRONS AND BURIED UNDER BROKEN GLASS IN THEIR PATH TO BEING A SUCCESS! SO DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THAT YOUR ROAD WAS THE MOST ARDUOUS OF THEM ALL BECAUSE IF ANYTHING, YOUR ROAD DOESN’T COMPARE! Maybe that’s why nobody likes me, huh, Matt? Maybe that brutal honesty that I just gave you is why people don’t like Jacob Senn, because he doesn’t hold back. He doesn’t keep his damn mouth shut when ungrateful bastards like you want to try to make it out like you’re the only one around here putting their nose to the grindstone and doing the hard work to get where they are. It wasn’t easy for anyone to get where they were and out of respect, there are men on your team that got where they were for taking a difficult path. To be honest, however, I don’t care if people like me or not. People are fickle, Matt. They will change their opinion about you the minute you do something they don’t like. One moment, you’re a hero. You fought off a great evil that has caused much pain and suffering unto you and those around you. However, the next moment, you’re the evil. You are the thing that you fought in their eyes, you are the dark villain that has turned against them. It takes a lot to regain that admiration back from them, but it doesn’t matter what you do. They won’t care, they won’t treat you any better, they just see you and wait until you do something wrong so then they can feast on you. Fuck them, fuck everything about them, because I only care about Dynasty and myself. Being the team leader isn’t about being liked, your leader should know about that more than anything, it’s about doing what you need to do to get a victory at the end of the night. It’s being able to strategize and formulate a plan to where you can get what you want and leave that ring with all the other men left in the dust. So, let that sink in for you and maybe… just MAYBE… you could find yourself with a bit more success than you previously had. For that’s a team leader, not a team mascot.

For your team mascot is none other than the man that wants to mark me as a man that has to play a sycophant like him to get what he wants in the world, Y2Impact. He’s not alone in that ideal, but right now, I want to put the pressure on him. Y2Impact isn’t a leader, because if he was, he would actually be leading the charge instead of letting his teammates do that for him. If he was a leader, he would represent the ideals of Voltage and have pride in that brand. However, Impact hasn’t been a man that’s been proud about the direction that Voltage has taken. Hell, he wanted to undermine the authority to make it where he would run Voltage with Hexa-Gun to get what he wanted out of Voltage. Knowing him like I do, I would expect that he would want to have #7Reignz to his name if he did what he wanted in the world. He came close too, didn’t he? Winning the Grand Rampage and all, which was a tremendous effort on his part, but he came oh so close! He was met with a better individual named Ares Vendetta that made sure he couldn’t get that championship, or was there a conspiracy laced around that situation just like there is when I step into the ring with you? Not that Y2Impact has been out for pasture for quite some time now, having good old Tyler Parker try to keep him relevant as much as he can, but it has to be something that has been manufactured against him. This match for him isn’t about representing Voltage, it’s about getting a title shot. He may want to talk about getting the best team he can, but it’s for his own personal goal. Don’t let the shit-eating grin fool you, he’s in it for himself. Give Y2Impact just one moment to be able to do it, he’ll drop you on his knee and let you be eaten alive by the vultures. It’s always about the needs of Y2Impact and I don’t disagree with him. You need to see the prize and what’s at stake, but don’t wear a mask and hide that fact. In fact, the whole team you have shouldn’t! It should be noted that every single one of the people that collectively create Team Voltage would stab one another in the back with a rusty knife and dig the blade DEEP IN YOUR SPINE… just for that one title opportunity. The only person Y2Impact wouldn’t do that for would be his love in the world, but she lets him take something else in the back, if you catch my drift. This is all for a chance to be a future contender at the world championship of the respective brand that tops the other and do you think that Impact would not do whatever it took to get that, including screwing you out of your shot? If you don’t believe that, then you’re just a fool. You’re a moron like Y2Impact is because he’s done it before and will do it again if it means he comes out ahead, but that won’t happen. No, when it matters the most, Y2Impact just isn’t good enough to topple his greatest foe in Jacob Senn. He may have someone eliminate me in a battle royal he’s been in or there might be some extenuating circumstance like a certain “X” to be thrown, but he’s never pinned or submitted me. He’s never put me down on that canvas, laid me on my back, and counted the three or has never locked me in that IMPRESSIVE Walls of Impact he likes to use. If you think your mascot is going to get one over me now, don’t fool yourself. You have more of a chance to see The Mighty DO Kneel get this title shot than him!

They honestly should change their name to that because last time I’ve checked, Xavier Williams and Jamie O’Hara have been doing quite a bit of kneeling over these last few months. I mean, let’s take a look back at Pain for Pride 9, when Xavier Williams was kneeling before Mr. DEDEDE… “The Gawd” himself! I mean, when Dark Demon left the company like a little whiny bitch because he couldn’t handle not going to Pain for Pride in a world title match, he had to kneel for someone right? I mean, how else would Xavier Williams be able to survive in EAW? Maybe try and go backstage to talk to management about giving him what he wants? Talk about if he doesn’t have this, he walks from the company? Back to the subject where furthermore, Xavier Williams and his NEW BEST FRIEND, Jamie O’Hara, knelt to Brian Daniels himself in their Hellfire No Way Out Match and got their heads kicked in by him. Now granted, they did kneel so they could get those tag team titles around their waist and be able to walk around and talk about how great of a tag team they are, but the reality is just the opposite. Xavier is just a man that wants to talk and echo about how he “scratched and clawed” to get where he is today. He wants to talk about how he struggled and fought for everything he has, how he went through roadblock after roadblock to earn everything he has, and it’s cute to watch him go through his little speech about why you should give a shit about what he has to say. However, the only thing he was scratching and clawing at was that headboard for how much he let guys like Dark Demon and Mr. DEDEDE rail him to get where he wanted to be. As for that partner of his, I never got to have my redemption for what he cost me two years ago. If Jamie O’Hara didn’t want to make a name for himself at my expense, I just maybe could’ve walked out of Road to Redemption that year as EAW Champion and who knows how my career would’ve turned out? Maybe I WOULD HAVE BEEN THE LONGEST-REIGNING EAW WORLD CHAMPION IN HISTORY IF THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN? But no, some rookie wanted to make themselves a star by pinning the EAW Champion, thus making me lose my title and have Crash kick me off of Voltage in the first place. I don’t know whether to stomp your head in or stun you in the ring, but know that I will get my hands on you for ruining my moment in the sun. I was on a path to being the greatest champion this sport ever seen, but you weren’t going to let that happen. You thought that I didn’t deserve to the world champion and you did… YOU? SOME ROOKIE WHO WAS JUST MAKING A NAME FOR HIMSELF AS NEW BREED CHAMPION DESERVED TO TAKE THE EAW CHAMPIONSHIP AWAY FROM ME? You may not be a rookie now, BUT I’M GOING EMBARRASS YOU AT TERRITORIAL INVASION LIKE YOU ARE ONE! So when I see the both of you, I’ll make you both do what you’re used to doing when met with better men, kneeling before them and taking it.

Team Dynasty is made up of exceptional individuals, who have grasps the top brass and know what it takes to get their or either are on the cusp of being there, and you want to know what Team Dynasty is made up of? Sure, you all might go to Y2Impact’s house and have fun time where everyone can feel wonderful about themselves before jerking one another off, but you all are just individuals playing a game with one another until the real fight begins. You can all pretend that it won’t happen, but you will be stabbed in the back. Unlike you, Team Dynasty expects it. We see it coming a mile away and aren’t shy enough to admit that we will do it to one of our own, because we’re ruthless. We don’t care about teamwork, alliances, and making everyone happy to serve our own needs, but we’re just here to win. Dynasty is here to win and Dynasty will do just that. So once the pep rally is over and all, reality will sink in and you will recognize that you came into the wrong fight.

For joining Team Voltage was not the first mistake you’ve made against me, but it certainly will be the last.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 12th 2016, 1:58 am by **The Elite-Lord**

How all your lies tend to repeat themselves Ryder, as you have become a puppet of your own design. Nothing more than an act, a senseless play that you happen to be in. Here you are standing tall, denying the fall. How could you be so keen on your attempts to slander Lannister at every turn, yet be so careless in the execution? Your words continue to come across as nothing more than a false murmur, a merit not to be found. The writing is on the wall Matt Ryder, can you not see this? Why is it that only you are blind to the facade? We can all see it in your eyes that you are bluffing, not believing a damn word you dare spill and defile into this world. Throwing stones at glass houses, grasping at straws to make your way into Lannister's mind. You actually think a word you speak doesn't stumble upon itself? Or as you would put it, fumble? "But I know it bothers you Lannister" You've proven to know nothing about Lannister, nor the details of his past, what makes you come to the conclusion that you know what's in his head? If it isn't fabricating the lie of Lannister falling to Tiberius Jones, when Lannister and Tiberius have never even shared the same ring, it's yet another spin of your failed persuasions. Face it, Ryder - you know nothing. You define nothing.

You're a man full of assumptions, as you play fiddle to your mind's coping mechanic. In your mind, and your mind only, you happen to be on the scale, play by the same rules of Lannister. Only in your mind, can you find comfort that you actually belong, that you could persuade yourself that you could match Lannister in stature and belief. But only then. But who is Lannister to judge? We all happen to be victims to ourselves, blinded by the lies we sell. Caught up in the webs of fame, it seems your efforts to please have been made in vain. Oh, Matt Ryder, show Lannister how you weave your way through such fallacies of logic. Because is it ever so tempting to let the show go forth, as you continue to act as this master of puppets. Stringing along to the means of nothing.

While Matt Ryder likes to cling to the idea that he is the source of knowledge - he is the only one who believes that he is one. Call Lannister out on his confidence all you like - but Lannister has never made it his source of stature. Because it is not even confidence - it is the land of the law. Lannister does not give way to propaganda - for words are wind, as you have made quite apparent with your petty lies. There in lies our differences, Matt Ryder. You have set up this life, just so you could sink within your own content. Now you wish to swim, but you're swimming with anchors of your past to serve as arms. Lannister is bound to his "confidence" as you call it, by blood and conquest of those that fell before him. You think Lannister gave himself half his namesake titles? "The Angel of Debt" is not a fable - it is a history lesson. You might want to stay away from such lessons, as you are primed to repeat a different shade of truth. Nonetheless, once more your assumptions and words fall without an echo, as the world dares not repeat such a fabled curse. Lannister KNOWS who he is and what has molded into the man that sits across the aisle from you today. But do you, Ryder? Do you fall upon the ideals of an identity? WHO ARE YOU?

Who are you in the thick of it all? Don't even think about giving Lannister the predictable, fabricated answer that you are some swan song - because you are not. You are not the anthem of the underdog, because what exactly have you accomplished since YOUR return? A battle lost to Zack Crash, surprise, surprise. Just goes hand-and-hand with your nature. You have let men walk all over you your entire career, but now you seem to think this speck of time will be any different? You've let this entire roster belittle you and your stature, to the extent that it might as well be carved into stone that you don't have the measurables. You were always an after-thought, the cream - but not the meal. It's one thing to be overshadowed, but it is another to be second rate when it comes to the battlefield that you've been. Yet here you are, trying to lead an army into one. Do you not see the flawed logic in all of this? Do you not see why Lannister makes jests your way, proclaiming you are not fit for a role of leadership? Forget the past - it is ETCHED into your being, Matt Ryder. This isn't about the concept of time, this is just simply the type of man this world has molded you into. You are a follower, put in the position to lead. But you actually have to have the capabilities to lead, let alone the experience. Here we are again, you preaching your lies. Proclaiming that you have a team that is in full unison, all under the umbrella of one common goal. All under the cause of Matt Ryder. Yet here is one of your followers, Ryan Marx, proclaiming he is in this match for himself. Once more, making assumptions that you know the answers to all, when you can't even take a keen following into your allies' intentions. The fist of one may be stronger than the five fingers, but how none of your story has even an ounce of sources to cite from. Marx fights for himself, and the rest of your team hasn't even dared to draw their banners in your name. You have made it your declaration to proclaim Lannister as wrong, a false prophet of sorts, yet through just the sentiments of a few days, how the stars are beginning to align in Lannister's favor. And his words echoing true. False leader, you do not have the authority to make waste to Lannister, slandering him as you see fit. You have neither the reputation or the facts to fall back on, so your best course of action would be to set your sights elsewhere. Save face, if you must, but perhaps that's what your feeble attempts have been all along? A story you tell to fabricate a shade of confidence? Of self worth? If that is the end game, then by all means, you should lay down your sword and toss it across the battlefield. That is probably scenario in which you'll catch somebody off guard and be able to land a tenth of offense. Your story is pathetic, one that entails false hope and a broken crown with no authority. So save the rest of us from this fable that you like to call your own, and write a story that's actually worth delving into. Because on this path, you surely won't be entertaining any of the audience at Territorial Invasion.

Know this, and begin to alter your mindframe towards it. As it is Lannister that will give the people of this land a story truly worth telling. One that will set the precedent for all to follow, of when you try to slander the one they call Lannister.

You can sit there with your coat of quotes, thinking they serve as anything but petulance. They will not serve as armor from Lannister's absolute truths, nor will they mimic the idea that somebody should listen to you. Especially when your words of wisdom are those in which you can't use yourself as a source. Stop with the charade, you are not the man you are portraying yourself to be. You don't have the intellectual fortitude to serve as commander on this battle terrain, nor do you have the competence to play in Lannister's mindfield. Every step of the way, you have succumb to Lannister's will, Lannister's action. And Lannister must say, how the reaction has just proven the elementary level of comprehension in these matters so. You are no leader, how many times does Lannister have to dive into this row of ducks? Perhaps the word ducks will get your attention, more so on your level. It is petty that Lannister has to dumb himself down due to your flawed logic, but that is just all you can come across at this point of time. Because who else would throw shots at a man, when he's the perpetrator of such guilt, himself? You continue to belittle Lannister's confidence, cite it time after time, as if it is a tragedy. Let Lannister be frank, the confidence should be the least of your worries. But if that is all you have in the arsenal of your gameplan at the point of attack, then by all means - continue that miscalculation. Especially, when it is you, Matt Ryder, that only has confidence to cling to in your time of defeat. Lannister is rather surprised that you have been able to strive without food or water for this long - knowing that you've been suffocated out of breathing room. Tell Lannister - what is it like for your propaganda to finally have met its match? By no means are you running on familiar ground at this point. Is it that Lannister had finally cut your spirit in half - something that should have been done far too long ago? Lannister has seemingly made you a slave to your own indictment. Just imagine what the other souls in this game of war have set for you?

This is anarchy, Ryder, where no monarch reigns supreme. So excuse Lannister's vibe of excluding the will of his four allies. But it is amusing that you have overlooked yet another factor of this war, considering you are the one that is set to lose the most of such a defeat. You have put all hands on deck, thrown the entire set of assets into the fold, going all in on your intentions. But you have become doomed to fail, overlooking the mere fact that with Lannister, you are facing an army on its own? But another force in that of Tiberius Jones, Terry Chambers, Nico Borg, and Zack Crash? Your confidence is doomed to collapse upon itself when you come to the realization that you have two forces storming for the gates. And what do you think is going to happen once the rest of your team catches wind of this inevitability? After all, the core nature is to bite the hand that feeds. How loyal do you think these men are when you don't have the capability to feed? Hungry ambitions equate to hungry mouths, and you just do not have the resources to keep your end of the promise. Ryan Marx seems like a soldier, at least, but how long before the man that didn't even enlist, realizes that being drafted onto a losing cause is a situation he doesn't need to risk his health for?

So just stop, do yourself the favor. Stop with the chronic lies, the ill-advised propaganda. Stop playing war commander. Stop portraying the source of power. Lannister has been the embodiment of power, and you shall never will it yourself. You should have listened to Lannister, when he told you that some mistakes you never stop paying for. It's just a shame you're not worth your own weight in gold. Because when Lannister helps Team Crash take the last Remanent of your pride, you will forever be remembered as the hymn of the broken man. Where not even your fallen allies will come save you from your despair.

But how good it is to see your servants of lies, all joining the fray! Ryan Marx, come on down! Put your party suit on, come and join the masquerade! You proclaim yourself unknown, so why don't you introduce yourself to the hosts? After all, you wouldn't want to disappoint and make a waste to your guest's right. But no need to make this world a stage, because after all, you are being led to the pit by the man you've sworn allegiance to out of convenience. But forget who you have aligned, and consider Lannister your very own worst enemy. Persist if you must, but that would just lead to an array of wounds for you to obtain. You wouldn't want to go around burning bridges now, would you? Because after all, you're only burning it in selfish gain. And what's the price in that, hmm? Oh, intellectual one, please lay your philosophical demands onto Lannister's will. Let's play the game, you are the King's table now. But don't intend to stay long, for the food on the table is not yours to eat, nor are you in the position to entertain. You and Lannister have not a history at all, but let's give the world a stage to remember, why not?

But do be told here, and not forsake a single word. For Lannister has no ill will, only the passion and desire to have you marvel at his feet. You sit there on your cloud nine, implying yourself just and of high regard all because you are not influenced by the winds of perception. How devious you are, how much you spin. Lannister shall suppose you are just like your leader in that sense, forever clung to your own spirit of mind. Perhaps Lannister shouldn't be making assumptions, but then again, you wear your intentions on your sleeve as if it's the brink of day. You are unknown, but that does not make you different. You are a hawk just like every other source of being in this contest. Except this isn't just a contest, Lannister is afraid. You have been thrown at the wolves, but perhaps that is within your nature to withstand, or even strive. Lannister cannot comment on your nature, but do you feel yourself at the epitome of it all? For you, Ryan Marx, have never even had the fortunate event of seeing what Lannister is capable of? But then again, you are just a soldier in this war, a private's rank no less. Maybe you weren't fit out to be a soldier in this play, a shame perhaps - but at least an out-route as to escape Lannister's wrath. You definitely have taken the smarter course of action - knowing that it is hopeless to engage with Lannister at this point of time.

Don't let your pride tempt you into being more than you are not, for your team leader has already made a fool out of himself for this attempt. You may have your head held high thus far, as you try to rally your cause behind Ryder's. But Lannister is afraid you are already on the catch-up trail, and the lion surely always covers his tracks.

But fear not, for you are not alone. Here in lies yet another cat of a different coat, Lioncross. A petty that he has such an apprehensive tense and tone towards this match. After all, we can only lie in the riches we take. But it is good to see a curveball of change, as this man seems to not follow behind the power of greed. But let's make no mistake, and wind this curve straight, that does leave you in the mercy's reign on Lannister's totem pole. You, just like the others, happen to be a follower rather than a leader. You are at least more impressive than the two previous counterparts, having a source of success behind your throne. But that is only a temporary triumph, as you appear to have fallen off the trail. Pity. You surely had it in you to be more than the content that wills your very core. A disease that has overcome your mind, the same disease that Lannister succumbed to himself. But for no more, does that sickening rage within. But you, Lioncross, seem to have an appetite towards the flow of emotion. How that emotion is to lead you astray, as you encompass on a path of shock and awe. You and Lannister, again, have never met, but there shall be a first for everything. Let this serve as Lannister's decree, that you will never forget the moment in time where Lannister became your chronicle. This chapter will deafen in time, and considering where the battle lines tend to lie, you are not going to like the shade that you see. Seek if you may, but consider the attempt you are making. Dare not make the mistake of having an apprehensive tone when you set foot in the ring with Lannister. Because if you do, by the brute nature of the man, the industry will have a new owner to that case you hold so dear.

But alas, you are not a mimic of your own shade, unlike this character Tyler Parker. Tyler Parker's desperate cries of attention have been heard. The big, bad wolf wishes to stake his claim on this territorial device that is this match. But Lannister says, go right ahead, for there has not been a clearer gunshot mindframe set up with a prettier disguise. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, as this mindset is already setting ablaze to the logic of this terrain. Matt Ryder likes to live within his own fallacies, but it seems Tyler Parker is the master at them. Once an icon among the shadows, this man now resonates within them. Tyler Parker thinks himself as the alpha, when he's already a step behind in the flow of momentum. Parker, Lannister must admit that he has waited the day for you to become his foe, as there isn't an echo of confidence that needs to abstain from the sounds of the world more. You can sit there, lie there even, believing the voices that tune into a symphony, but that is all you have to mark on. Words, feeble ones at that. But go ahead, and arise to this challenge set before you. Lannister would like to see you rue the day that you thought you could actually tempt Lannister's might, as there is not a soul living that believes you could muster up the strength to take on this world order. Lannister can't keep up, huh? Perhaps there is some gratitude to be had in this challenge, and making it Lannister's own vengeance. But see to it, Parker, that you continue to breathe in your own disgust. You are used to it by now, after all. You put up another weak attempt like that again, and Lannister will be sure to break your core down to the very atom. You can cherish what you've built, but for no matter as all empires were meant to fall once Lannister grazes upon them. That way, when you try to tell that tale that you are the one who knocks, it will be a story without frames. This pitiful desperation must come to an end. For it has become abundantly apparent that this team of Ryder is in unison after all.

All defiled with their law of contempt, all of pitiful desperation to the masquerade of something they're not. But go right ahead, clench your fist in contemplation. But it's going to be hard to stay afloat when the lungs get filled with smoke and mirrors of your own beat. Stripped to the core, let this Territorial Invasion be the vicious, diabolical moment in time when you were swallowed by your own bitter taste. These corridors are about to close around you, and there will be nothing to salvage from such a display. Farewell to your shadows, and say hello to your reality.

That reality? That you could not keep the oath to your own cause. You ALL intend on keeping your word. But once the blood has been shed, once the bones have been separated from skin, once limb after limb has been broken - will you be able to keep your oath then? This hope and confidence of yours is sure to bleed out in due time. This is by no means personal, but you are all teetering on foreign territory and the lion does not like that you are attempting to cut down his jungle. Do not tread the lion, I don't know how many times Lannister has had to make this clear. You will no doubt be fractured from these words, but let the sound resonate. And let it resonate true. For...

ALLES FUR LANNISTER... LANNISTER... LANNISTER!!!!

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