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Re: EAW Promoz! January 20th 2017, 5:03 pm by **Bloody Jack**

VOLTAGE PROMO #1

[Our scene opens up into total and utter chaos. People in rich clothes can be seen and heard running and screaming all throughout the scenery. Some have even fallen to the floor into a fetal position as they weep openly over their current dilemma. Papers soar in the air like snow falling in waves of bedlam, red leather chairs are tipped over, and even a few windows are shattered. A few lucky patrons even manage to make it to the exit and burst through the door and into the open streets. Where is all of this disorder taking place you may ask? Well judge from the ornate marble floor, fancy furniture, teller counter, and giant wall safe in the far back of the room, it would be a fairly certain guess that is some kind of elite banking establishment. And standing amidst all this tumult, calm and collected as if nothing were happening, is of course none other than Zack Crash, who is very likely the cause of all this panic. All though how he created such a scene, even I the narrator do not know nor understand. Such is the odd and peculiar nature of this new “Damaged” Zack Crash. But I digress. As we focus our attention on Mr. Crash, it seems he has noticed his audience and widens his eyes in greeting as he spreads his arms wide and declares…]

Zack Crash: OKANE MOERU…I KNEW YOU’D COME!

[It would appear that Zack has eyes for only one person currently, and that is his coming opponent for Voltage. At this point the chaos has died down considerably. Almost every person has left the people, with the exception of those few still on the ground in the fetal position, who are at the moment are sucking their thumbs. The papers begin to settle on the floor as Zack begins to move casually about the destruction as if he were on a normal errand to the bank.]

Do you like the environment for which I have graciously provided for my address to thee? As thou art still new to the land of Wrestling that is Elite, I figured I would greet you from an environment that would give you comfort and secureety. After all, if I were like you and tasked to be in a match with one such as I, a man blessed by Broken Enlightenment, I would understandably feel a sense of appreheeension. But since I am a gracious man, I wish for nothing more than for you to feel welcome and cheerful in our battle. In that regard, I have chosen to make my statement in a place I feel you will find most comforting and soothing to your Earthly vessel. The bank! And tis not just any bank. Why it is the bank of the elite! Only the most notable and prestigious of humans may qualify to use such an establishment to store and house their earnings. So I daresay you will feel quite at home in this place. Good! That means I may speak to you openly and honestly.

[As Zack roams about the once luxurious bank his eyes glaze over with warm, yet somehow bitter nostalgia. Though I suppose that could just be the craziness that is now ever present in his expression.]

Oh how I once consider such a place as this my kingdom! Oh how I see so much of my former vessel in you. And oh how I weep for your future. You and I are not so unlike my dear Okane of clan Moeru. Like you, my previous form was a man of material wealth. He felt that power came from dollar signs, and paychecks, and large accounts, and fancy houses. And yet despite having all these and more, it was never enuff for him! He sought to acquire more and more, even went so low as to steal it from others. And with all his wealth and power, he built himself an empire for which he gave the designation OMERTA. So as you can clearly see my young friend, we are not so very different. But such an empire is an empire built upon sand, only waiting for the waves to come crashing down upon it without mercy or sympathy.

[Zack flails his arms about wildly, as if to visually portray such waves crashing down. When Zack has finished, he reaches down to scoop up a rather thick set of papers. The heading on the first paper boldly reads MOERU ENTERPRISE FINANCIAL HOLDINGS. It appears to be a list of the net worth of Okane’s empire Moeru Enterprise. Zack glosses over it quickly, apparently impressed at what he sees. Then, he shakes his head sadly.]

The empire you have built is much the same Okane. It is an empire built upon a fragile foundation, and thus cannot last. Like all men of Earthly desire, you feel such monetary gain protects you and gives you power. But if anything, it makes you weaker and chains you down. It splits your focus, as it gives you far too many things for which you must defend and protect. It slows you down, as you move your efforts to gaining the wrong things. You have come into this world of wrestling believing it is the stock market. You are confused Okane. This is not the world of business…IT IS THE WORLD OF WRESTLING! Your money will not jump into the ring and save you from your foe. Only you and you alone can defeat he who stands across from you in that reeng. You are weak and your desires make you even weaker. If deep pockets are your biggest concern in life my dear fool, then I would implore you to seek your fortune elsewhere. For if you stay here, insisting to fight me, I fear you shall lose more than just a few measly human dollars. You shall lose so much more, for those who challenge Broken Enlightenment and are not ready end up far worse than they were in their mortal vessel. They become less than empty shells, they become…COMPLETED!!! When a being become complete, it no longer grows, and when it no longer grows it becomes stagnant, and stagnation equals…death! Your desire for money, wealth, fame, and power can lead only down the path to completion, and thus to your own destruction.

[Zack drops the thick sheets of paper and lets them fall where they will. He tramples upon them without consideration as he moves toward his next target. An old-fashioned bankers lamp has fallen over, yet somehow remains perfect intact. Zack olds it as he examines his golden shine, glossy green lampshade, and elegant design.]

But I have evolved beyond such desires. Money, wealth, material possessions, they mean nothing to me now. My Broken Enlightenment has shown me the true path to happiness and power. I have been saved by the great and wise Nero Maxwell! Now I am even more powerful than I ever was before. I would even claim I am the most powerful man in all of EAW, for none other than I possess the abilities I do. I can see colors that have yet to be discovered or named! I can travel to the 6 ½ dimension freely! The Shatter-verse has granted me many gifts, all of which will make defeating you laughably easy. Look, even now I laugh in the face of you…HAHAHAHAHA!!! Your abilities are but feeble tricks when compared to mine. You say you have come to “break the bank” of every living being on Earth? Well then…how is this for breaking the bank?!

[Without warning, Zack takes the lamp and slams it against a pillar, which causes it to explode into many tiny pieces. When Zack looks at the camera, his lips and eyes are contorted in a mixture of rage and joy, the effect of which is truly very disturbing. Zack goes to a chair that has not already been tipped over and literally dropkicks it to the ground. He destroys glass, rips doors off their hinges, and just generally “breaks the bank.”]

Do you not see how simple and trivial your goals are?! Even I, who no longer cares about the kingdom I once ruled, can still just as easily break a bank! You are but an Earthly, mortal creature and are thus tied to its limitatsheens. But I have no such restraints! My “Damaged” Level grows with each passing day. Just yesterday it was at 51, now it is at 172! How can a mere mortal such as you, tied to his worldly possessions, concerned more with his bank account than his wrestling skill, possibly hope to overcome the challenge that is Broken Enlightenment. Only a few have been able to overcome it since I brought to EAW. And they were better men that you! They had the blessings of the Seven Spirits in them, where you have the stink of a soul and body “UnDamaged”.

[With nothing left to destroy, Zack turns his attention to the one thing that has remaind untouched throughout everything…the wall safe! He makes his way over to the giant, circular metal door, and without even entering the lock combination, gives the handle a twist and the door swings open easily. Inside is a mountain of neatly stacked bills]

This mountain you see before me is the symbol of both your power and desire. Yet do you see how small a mountain it is? How easy it is to traverse? I shall show you now what such desire is worth when brought against Broken Enlightenment!

[Zack glares at the money, his eyes widening to inhuman levels, apparently trying to do something. Then, the money piles burst into flames and goes up like a camp bonfire, burning untold thousands upon millions of wealth, some of it quite possibly Okane Moeru’s wealth.]

Oh how easily it burns. How quickly Earthly power is turned to nothing but ash. Look at it and be afraid Okane of clan Moeru, for this will be YOUR fate if you do not change. Come to me, and allow me to teach you the ways of Broken Enlightenment! You cannot “Damage” me or my power. For you cannot break what is already broken. So why not learn from me? And even if you could, the more you “Damage” me the greater I become! And if you stand and do nothing, my victory is all the easier. Do you understand now?! Broken Enlightenment has made me eeenvencible!!! Hahaha! Yet sadly I feel you will not come willingly into my open arms. So I sadly must teach you the slower, and much more painful way.

[As the fire blazes wildly and the ashes fall all around him, Zack turns to face the camera once more, the flames framing his stature in a way that is very reminiscent of the angel of death.]

I will break you! And you will be…erased…erased…ERASED…ERASED!!!

[Fade to black.]

Re: EAW Promoz! January 20th 2017, 4:55 pm by **вrσdч spαrks .**

KING OF ELITE - CHAPTER TWO
EAW Promoz! - Page 7 11pERyQ

RESPONSIBILITY -- COPENHAGEN, DENMARK -- HARUNA SAKAZAKI

"I hate a lot of things in this world."

"I hate people and the actions of people. I hate ignorance and I hate stupidity. Just know that the most annoying thing, the most pestering thing that I hate is when people put words in my mouth. This is our very first meeting Haruna. Let me point out how illogical you truly sound. This is our very first match. Our very first meeting baby. Our very first date, and I went all out just for you! Who am I kidding. I went all out for my own personal pleasure. That’s the obvious, so I stated it. For you to even assume that I underestimate you is beyond ridiculous, but don't give yourself too much credit because while I don’t underestimate you, I also don't underestimate myself. I am more than capable of destroying you and taking you down and if I was willing to put my body on the line just to get this title then just imagine what lengths that I could possibly go through to keep it! I never once said that you were afraid of getting your hands dirty love because deep down inside the woman who actually was capable of winning this title is deep down in there. She just needed to be woken up. If you think you're going to play this pity little “don't underestimate” me game with me of all people? Then you need to return that game where you got it from, get the receipt and go take it back to the store because I'm not buying it and I'm not fucking playing it. Oh I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that somehow you're going to pull through and you're going to use your high-and-mighty skills to defeat me and become the new and a two-time Specialists Champion, but Haruna, do not get it twisted. Baby do you really think that you're going to have some sort of upset history-making moment at the expense of me? Do you think you're going to go out into the ring and somehow magically beat me and make me follow in your pathetic footsteps as one of the most laughable reigns as Specialists Champion in history? Please I will go into history in this company but it will not be at the expense of others. The funny thing about it is how your hypocrite self shines through all the time, you really didn't like how I got my opportunity? I earned my fucking opportunity bitch! No matter what you or anyone has to say, the proof is in the fucking pudding. For you to sit here and try to make the way that I captured my title, my BABY, the opportunity to hold MY BABY wrong, for you to try to belittle that and not see that what you did was lower! To actually dare say that when you literally had your girlfriend get you a title shot, then you are as stupid as you are blind. You are blind to see the imperfections that you have, a hypocrite in its purest form and I have already said time and time again that your little girlfriend got lucky. That’s all you people want to do. Bring up the past, and try to use it to justify your reasonings. It was luck. But baby that's okay, because everything happens for a reason I lost at Shock Value, and I took complete responsibility for my shortcomings. I slipped up and she got lucky, but I also LEARNED from my mistakes Haruna. It was a blessing in disguise, because instead of settling for a little one night only ruling of Empire, I got to go out and do bigger and better things. I gained a title and I made history at Road To Redemption, and that is something that no one can ever take away from me. They'll be other little control in the vault winners and they can have their fun ruling Empire for one night only, and having little tea parties with Cleo, but no one is going to forget the night were Brody Sparks outlasted five other women to make history and become the Specialists Champion. It’s truly sad, because no matter how many times Azumi begs or even if she gives you another shot when she cashes in her control, you’ll NEVER get to hold my baby. NEVER. You fucking imbecile. Do you enjoy putting words into my mouth? Maybe I will start with your mouth when we meet in that ring. Apparently you don't know what the hell you're talking about. I have never once said that any women, because newsflash, we’re no longer called Vixens. How sad is it that the woman trying to take MY title doesn’t even keep up with the division. Disgusting. Haruna babe, I never said that any woman doesn't deserve to be in the ring with me. They all can be in the ring with me, it doesn't matter who it is, it doesn't matter if it's some raging little newbie, like Laura Laine or if it's a veteran like Kendra Shamez or even you because when people step in the ring with me they know that they are little going to leave it all out on the table, and even then, it still wouldn’t be good enough, because I am ALWAYS ready to counter whatever you try to throw at me. You're trying to paint this picture of me to make yourself feel better to give yourself that little advantage, so you actually feel like you could walk out of the ring victorious, however darling I am so glad that you believe in yourself because when you believe in yourself you can accomplish anything right? No. That’s something people say to encourage false hope, to send you in a position where you are practically a chicken running with its’ head chopped off. The fact of the matter is, that you can believe in yourself all you want to, because I believe I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to put an end to your little dream. When this match is over, and it is all said in done, one of us is not going to walk out of there. One of us is going to lose so much blood that they might just pass out and it's not going to be me. The sad part is well, you think that I doubt you as a competitor, I don’t doubt you as a competitor. I’m not built like the rest of the bitches in the back. However babe, I doubt that you are ready for me. The only person that's doubting anything regarding you as a competitor, is you but that's just what the mind does. The mind is a terribly nasty little thing when you're not controlling it. The mind can cause you to think things that aren't even happening but the one thing that your mind isn't going to be making up, the one thing that your mind isn't going to be one of your delusions of grandeur, is when we’re in that ring and I am cutting you open and dragging your lifeless body to pour your blood into that bucket. Whatever it takes and I can end you. Your mind won't be playing tricks on you when you get that feeling, when you're panting and you're out of breath. When your skin gets even more pale than it already is. When you're shaking and when everyone is concerned when the fans on their feet looking to see if you’re even alive! When the commentators look at you and can hardly recognize who the hell you are. Your mind won’t be imagining that, and your mind won’t be tricking you on that part because that is actually what's going to happen, and that is a given."

"If you can’t be honest with yourself? How can anyone even remotely respect you? ~~Not like I would respect you anyway.~~"

"Haruna baby, I mean, what is this honestly? Let us be honest with each other for one moment. You will continuously paint the picture that I underestimate you and that I think you're an easy opponent. I don't think you're an easy opponent. I learn from the mistakes of the bitches who tried to put ME down. I unlike you? I am not a hypocrite. If there is no struggle, then there is no progress. You are a struggle, that I will progress with. You think you’re the only women in this company wanting and feeling like she could come after my baby? Please babe, you aren’t. I take defending my darling baby, seriously. I take what I do seriously, and when it comes down to it, I am ready to roll my sleeves up and get to handling my business. You have quite the little accolades on your resume. I would be an idiot to underestimate you. But you are weak. That is something I will never take back. You are weak you are weak because you've been content with sitting on the sidelines. You are weak because all you’ve been doing is playing soccer mom coach to your little girlfriend. Her own personal little cheerleader, while you sit on your ass with a smile on your face. THAT is weak. You don't even try to make yourself relevant anymore and it's quite sad for you, and it's pathetic that your girlfriend had to be the one to get you off of your ass and give you an opportunity. She literally handed you an opportunity on a silver plate but, and no you’re going to try to eat off that plate like you eat her. That's okay because the food opportunity is going to go to waste because no matter what you think you're going to break, or do I'm going to snatch that damn plate up from you, I am literally going to take the plate that was only given to you with the opportunity and I'm going to shatter it in front of your face. All your hopes, all your dreams are going to be shattered. Then those same shattered jagged edged pieces of your plate? I’m going to use them to carve a message into you. A clear cut message, no pun intended. A message that I am the most dangerous champion that Empire will EVER see. I'm really going to need to inflict a lot of damage to get this blood from you and it doesn't matter how I do it because the best part about this, is there are basically no rules. Just you, me and those beautiful little toys that we call weapons. You were the first Champion, that's great, do you want a fortune cookie? You may have been the first, but you're not going to go down as the best champion. We’ll play your game for a split second. Even if I was to even fight for this title every two weeks I wouldn't have lost it. I would have been prepared because being prepared for the title defenses like that is what a champion is. You never know what's going to be thrown at you, in your way and you clearly weren't prepared for that so it was obvious why you lost your title to begin with. You can sit here and tell me how lucky I am that I don't get to defend my title every two weeks but regardless if I had to or not I wouldn't have lost my title like you did because I am a fighting champion. I am a lot of things. I am called crazy. I am called a whole. I am called delusional. I am called sadistic. But I will never not be called a fighting champion, because that is what I am babe. It's what I do. Proving my point every week, every free-per-view, to show the world who I am and I won't stop. You know I understand you're hungry for competition right? Supposedly huh? You’re ready to gain back this title but you won't. I can't even say that I hate to be the one to break it to you because I would love to. I love to be the woman to look you in your face and let you know that, that impossible dream that you have of beating me? it's just that. It's impossible. See babe, I have passed the breaking point, because now I am just broken glass and if you're not careful and you step on me you're the one who's going to get hurt. You're playing a dangerous game and your gambling in a very dangerous game with very high stakes. You know I don’t think you understand the severity of this match. Not only are we fighting for this title, we’re fighting for our life. That ring? It's going to be filled with our blood but majority of it is going to be yours. Like I said on Empire, I might just fill that bucket up just to kick it over. Just to pour it all over you, or pour it over myself! Just so I can enjoy dissecting more from you. I have such a variety of toys and tools that I can't wait to use on you. I might put you in a little camel clutch and while I'm doing that I might just take a pliers and rip out your tooth. I know I created a monster in this match, I know that it's going to take a lot of resilience and I know it's going to take a lot out of me but I am more than prepared to do it because that is who I am. I am more than prepared to leave the ring with a few more scars than I already have. That is what this business is about and the pain is my pleasure the scars? They are going to be a reminder of the battles that I have faced and won. It's just going to remind everyone that when you step into the ring with me it is like nothing you've ever seen before. You decided to put yourself in my way, you decided that you wanted to stay in my path and boulder through my path to success. I eliminate everything and everyone, I need to one by one to make sure that I get what I want and what I want is to be the greatest Specialists Champion ever and that's what I'm going to do. Haruna, do you think I care about the past you what you've done? I don't care because the time is now. All you’ve been doing is just living, breathing, taking up oxygen but you're going to need all the oxygen that you’ve been taking up when I’m done with you. I thought long and hard and I feel after this match you're not going to have little old Azumi by your side. When I'm done dismantling your face no one's going to want to see you again. I'm going to have to cut you. and punch you and break your nose. Bust your lip, blacken your eyes. You questioned if I wanted blood? I do want blood and you can give me blood but it ain't going to be mine babydoll. I'll celebrate by bringing my own little wine glass. I’ll take that glass and I’ll go in the bucket of your clotting blood and I will take a cup fill of your beautiful metallic tasting blood! When it’s traveling down my throat, when the warm clotty and chunky blood is sliding down into my stomach, your blood? It'll forever be inside me. A reminder of what I've done. A reminder of what I'm capable of. You think I don't know that I could possibly even myself pass out during this match? That's just the risk that I'm willing to take babe, because I'm willing to do whatever I have to do for my baby, but when it's all said and done? You need to accept it. Haruna you need to grow up and take responsibility for your actions. I didn't get here overnight. I made mistakes, I planned and I calculated and I conquered. It wasn't easy and it wasn't a cakewalk but I did it and I don't give a fuck who you are. You're not taking my title from me. You and I may have not have crossed paths before, but when you and I cross paths at King Of Elite you're going to see why you were better off to not cross my path to begin with. After King Of Elite, you’re going to be blistering mad at your little girlfriend for putting you in this position. You want to talk about me and talk about how I want blood and how dark of a person I am that's what everyone says baby. Same words different bitches mouths. People need to realize that without darkness, stars can't shine and Brody Sparks? I am that. I am the spark of this division, and it only takes one spark to ignite the world and that's what I'm doing. Heed my message and see clearly understand, the words that come out of my mouth because at the end of the day at least you couldn't say that you weren't warned. You got yourself into this situation and I'm going to take you out of the equation it's that simple."

"Accept it. I take full responsibility for ending you at King Of Elite. Now you take responsibility for your failures. "

Re: EAW Promoz! January 20th 2017, 2:20 am by **『zakkii』**

A nice great day in the rooftop of a dojo in Downtown, we see one of Haruna's junior practicing for her upcoming Tameshigiri test. She is holding a real Samurai sword and she's attempting to cut a log of bamboo using that sword just in one perfect diagonal slash. But she keeps failing as the bamboo is not cut, and even fall off in one piece. But she keeps trying again, too bad none of any single logs cut off perfectly. Then Haruna comes to check her out.

Haruna Sakazaki: What's the matter, Sylvia?

Sylvia Steinberg: This thing.... it's actually harder than I thought. I watch some people on YouTube and it seems that they are cutting this bamboo off in just one swift move.

Haruna Sakazaki: It is not easy....

Haruna looks at the pile of logs who didn't cut properly as she gives Sylvia a bright smile.

Haruna Sakazaki: But I do appreciate your effort on practicing this test. Just keep practicing, patience and not rushing yourself. Don't worry, Sylvia..... you will master this sword test.

Sylvia Steinberg: If senpai said so, I will keep trying.

Haruna starts to grab Sylvia's katana and walk towards the bamboo mat. She opens the cover of katana and checks if the sword is sharp enough to cut this bamboo. Haruna scratches her thumb to the edge of the sword as she bleeds heavily because of that. Then suddenly a sly grin and a silent laughter draw on Haruna's face while looking at how sharp that katana is. She regains her self-control as she looks at Sylvia.

Haruna Sakazaki: Sylvia, come here, will you?

As Haruna said, her junior comes approaching Haruna as she watches closely.

Haruna Sakazaki: To make this test work, you have to focus your mind on one spot. Stay calm and keep balancing yourself. Then, focus on your energy to this inner Carpi muscles and let the power coming at you slowly. Watch!

Haruna goes to her stance as she points her katana towards the standing log of bamboo. She keeps an eye on one hitting spot of the bamboo and taking a short meditation before she swings the katana.

Haruna Sakazaki: HIYAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

Haruna starts to unleash her power, making a C-Turn of the katana she holds and swings it so hard across the bamboo. It cut in one perfect diagonal slash, leaving Sylvia to look at how beautiful Haruna swings her katana in awe.

Sylvia Steinberg: wow, amazing! Senpai is so awesome!

Haruna Sakazaki: Remember, Sylvia! Practice makes perfect! I see you've done so many great attempts here so just keep trying.

Haruna leaves the rooftop while still carrying the katana as she looks at it with one psychotic eye.

Haruna is walking downstairs as she begins to talk.

Haruna Sakazaki: Things is going to be perfectly well, isn't it?

Haruna Sakazaki: You know what, Brody. Do you want to defend that title in that stipulation you just created it? Fine, I am not really complaining at all. That match is intriguing, I must say and I am accepting that match with all the pleasure. You think I am that little girl who is actually afraid of having my hands dirty to do what it takes to reach my goal, hmm? You think I am that spoiled girl who just doesn't want to touch my own blood that flowing in a process to gain my own success. You are wrong, you are simply wrong. Can't say I blame it, though, every time those competitors, my opponents look at me walking out from that entranceway, or maybe even when they now who will be facing just by looking at my face, I am just that happy-go-lucky girl coming from that rich family who loves to get clean all the time. Or just that newbie whom they all can easily be beaten. Everybody already starts to make that assumption.... but when I fight inside that ring, I'm changing all of that! I hit harder than they assumed, I move faster than they assumed and I can't be defeated easier than they all think it would be. Any match, Any stipulations, I've been fighting in most of them throughout my entire career in this business and beneath this porcelain skin, I hide so many battle scars that I get in my every match. I already get used to dealing with any kind of pain and even when my destiny said that I have to risk my life to fight in that ring and it has to sacrifice my life when I fight, I would gladly do it.

Haruna Sakazaki: Now listen, you do fight hard to get that gold, I really admit it. I just feel disgusted with the way yo get that opportunity but hey, that's not a big deal, right? You do such a great job of doing it in that Elimination Chamber and I can say you are winning it in just a perfect time and a perfect place. People wondering why do you fail to get that Control in the Vault briefcase, my answer is because you are not a perfect person to win it. Yes, you fought as hard as you were in both battle royal and chamber match but in that battle royal match, you are simply not the right one. In this Elimination Chamber, however, you are a perfect competitor to win that gold. No, everybody works as hard as you in that match, don't even think you work harder than any of them. EVERYONE in that match is ready to fight..... but that match only has one winner and YOU apparently walks out with that championship title on your shoulder. Hey, I appreciate your work. I never think you don't deserve to carry that gold. You do have what it takes to get that title, I admit it.... But in the process of fighting for it, how do you see me? How do you see your other challenger for your title? Do you think they are far below you because you are that women who survive that chambers match? Do you think every other vixen don't deserve to be in the same ring with you? If you said you never doubt yourself, you just doubted your own challenger and it will be a boomerang for you. You doubted me, You underestimated me and in the end, you'll be ended up getting beaten by the one you doubted and trust me, it really hurts. And none of your cockiness and your confidence can even heal that scar. I do agree with you about doubt is a disease thing. I never doubt myself either, but unlike you, I never doubt my opponent either. I know, I know exactly how strong you are, You are just playing with me with your own game and I do realize that I'm in my disadvantage for this match. But I believe in myself, somehow, someway, I can walk out beating your own game and come out victorious and I WILL do that thing. I know you are ready, I know you are preparing well, and that thing is what makes me think that I have to be more ready and more well-prepared than you. While you keep doubting me about how I don't deserve to get in this match, I already have my mentality to break your doubt in me.

Haruna Sakazaki: Oh, you know what I really love rather than hurting people, breaking bones and make them bleed? I really love to shut my opponent's mouth and prove them wrong about everything they say to me. I would be enjoying myself slapping people in the face while saying "How you look at me now?" And when the referee raise my hand as I celebrate my victory, It would be such a great euphoria for me to look at my opponent's eyes and speak to them without moving my mouth "I told you so!" And oh, I really love that. I never win something big, yes, that might be something you keep exploiting about me. But even I never win, I make sure my opponent leave the arena in one piece. I keep giving them the hardest beating of their lives and prove it to them that they have to work harder than they ever imagine to keep this body down. I never regret losing anymore..... I learn that losing is not everything in my life. It's about making your opponent look at who you really are by experiencing me in that ring. And I think you too should take them as an example..... Do you work hard enough that you think you can beat me easily? Or maybe you are thinking that you don't need to take a sweat like my previous opponents because I never win against them anyway? Please think of that previous statement. Haruna is just an easy opponent, right? You can beat me in no time, right? Please, please think of that...... I would really love to shut that mouth and think that everything you think can sometimes hurt you worse than I hurt you physically. Because if you think that way and you actually ended up getting beaten by this weak lady, does it hurt your pride? Am I going to hurt the thing that everybody never been touched before? Oh, I would be glad to do that for you.

Haruna Sakazaki: I don't care if you are so confident, never look at you as a weak person or whatever you say to show off your personal traits. Don't teach me that because I know, I know all the women here have that thing in everybody with no exception. Everybody thinks that they are not a weak girl, and that includes me too. Everyone has their confidence, but not everyone is humble of everything they don't have. You, me, every living thing in the world have weaknesses because you are not a God and if your opponent finds that weakness while you are still busy make yourself overconfident, That high building of confident can be easily taken down without you even realize. You might be thinking that I'm not a great Specialists Champion but one thing you never realize that I was the FIRST! I overcome so many talented women to be the Inaugural Specialist Championship and that is something you never open your eyes to. You keep emphasize me that I can only defend my title in two weeks..... because unlike you, I am fighting for that title every Two weeks and you know, you are lucky not to defend your title every two weeks but it's okay, I lost my title in my first defense and oh, I will make you experience how it feels to lose that title in your first title defense too. Be careful of everything you said, because I can make you such an incompetent champion like you ever say to me. Be my guest, Brody. I will humiliate you by using your own words. Because your words will hurt yourself even more than your spiked sex toy.

Haruna puts the sword back to the sword stand as she walks towards the locker room and ends the scene.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 20th 2017, 1:23 am by **Victor King**

Adrian Christ, I don't give a fuck about you. You're a bitch. YOU BITCH. FUCKING BITCH. I'm gonna fucking skullfuck you harder than your daddy did when he molested you as a child, motherfucker. I don't know who the fuck you are and I don't give a fuck. All I know is that you're a pussy. And a bitch. You look like a fucking goblin. You look like the type of fucking guy who wears a suit to work and talks about being hardcore. I AM HARDCORE for real. BADASS. That's what they fucking call me. You motherfuckers can't get on my level. You're just like those fucking boomers and Generation X dipshits who shit on us because of our youth. But they don't recognize the power of this generation. You look like an old motherfucker. I am the fountain of youth. I never age. But I don't stay the same. I evolve, I get better, but I never get older. Am I making sense? You may not think so. But that's because you just don't understand the power of Victor King. You bitch. Fucking bitch. I'm gonna beat your fucking ass you fucking bitch. Bitch. Motherfucker. I'm a badass.

Victor smashes a beer bottle over his head and starts laughing.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 20th 2017, 12:08 am by **вrσdч spαrks .**

KING OF ELITE - CHAPTER ONE
EAW Promoz! - Page 7 11pERyQ

DOUBT -- COPENHAGEN, DENMARK -- HARUNA SAKAZAKI

"I never doubt who I am."

"However, I now realize that, while this title may have solidified me, while this gold comes with it’s privileges, I know that it comes with competition. There is a big, giant, red target on my back. You see capturing this title was just that. I captured it, but what is to come is what will either make me or break me, and I cannot be broken. I realize that many of the women backstage have almost the same hunger I had to gain this title. You are wanting to line up and trample over each other to get your hands on my baby. Well you all need to learn your place. I am not going to sit content with this belt. Never. I am going to defend and hold my title and give you people a reign of terror that you have never, and will never see before! This title is infested with me. I have brought an infestation of dominance to this belt, and you are going to have to rip it from my cold dead hands to separate me from my baby. You are going to have to realize that you might have to commit murder, in order to even THINK you could take this from me. I can guarantee that there are plenty of girls rooting for me to fail. Just waiting for me to fall flat on my face so that they could try to capitalize on something I’ve worked so fucking hard for. It has to be the number one thing on everyone’s mind. “Does she have what it takes to hold a title so prestige?” “Does she know what she has gotten herself into?” I never doubt myself. Ever. That is a sign of weakness. I know that the perception of me to others have been many things, one of which includes weak. But if I proved ANYTHING at Road To Redemption, I proved that Brody Sparks is far from weak. There are going to be many people trying to take this victory and this championship from me, and you could all try your very best, but the fact of the matter is, I will risk my life for this title. I will risk everything, and I will put my body on the line for this. I did it before, and I will gladly do it again. I didn’t win this because Aria Jaxon went easy on me. I didn’t win this because of luck. I won this because I was READY. I was ready to take the gold and show the world the same thing I had been saying since day one. I am dominance in a tiny package, and I came here to do just that. Dominate."

"Dominate. Dismantle. Destroy. Disintegrate."

"Doubt. That one single word can completely dismantle your mind. Doubt it is a disease. Let a single shred of doubt into your mind, and it consumes you. Every single day it will invade you. It plants the seed of doubt, and it will make you question everything and anything, regarding your life, your own personal self, or the environment around you. Doubt is an infestation and doubt is very similar to me. It infests your mind and your body and eventually it will possess and fill your fucking soul. It is going to infect you and bring you down to one small piece of a being. Now babe, I may share a lot in common with that word, but rest assured, there is not a single ounce of doubt on my mind that when I enter the ring at King Of Elite, I will leave your Specialists Champion, just as how I entered King Of Elite. Although, Haruna doll, doubt? Well it seems to have a lot more in common with you. I mean let us face it, do you honestly expect or want me to believe that you are truly confident? That you are truly fearless? You’re going to lie, you are going to want to throw all the words possible to me, to somehow convince the world that you are truly confident, and actually stand a chance to defeat me. No matter what you try to spew at me, no matter how many words that come out of your mouth, under-fucking-stand, that they mean nothing to me. Your actions show that you let doubt consume you. Babe, the body is made out of fifty-seven and sixty percent of water, your body? It's made with more doubt than the water that makes you. That is a difference between you and I. I never once doubted myself and look at where I am. Now you on the other hand, I can't really say the same but it's obvious. Once you let that doubt in your mind it consumed you and it destroyed you and made you the little bitch that you are today. You were content with staying out of the spotlight, you accepted being average, and that's the other difference between you and I once again. I'm always in the spotlight and when I can I will make every single thing about me. That's what it takes to be in this business, you have to learn how to make gold from garbage and if you can't do that then bitch, you don't have the means to survive. Ironically enough, survive. That word and its’ meaning. It seems to be a reoccurring pattern in my life, but I don't mind because it's surviving. It’s what I do. Surviving is how I became the champion. Surviving, is how I got this far, because everything that is thrown in my way, I jump over it like it's nothing. With this match, surviving is truly the embodiment of this match. I had to survive at Road to Redemption and I redeemed myself. I did it because I didn't have a single shred of doubt in my mind that I couldn't do it. This match? I'm going to survive because there's no way in hell that I'm going to let anyone take the title that I have worked so hard for away from me."

"I guess you can say that's just a part of life. "

"When you work hard in life, no matter what you do, no matter how far you climb that ladder to success there's always going to be someone or something lurking in the shadows following you. Like a leech like a dirty little cockroach walking right behind you waiting to take everything that you have ever earned away from you. People will watch you fall and people will watch you damn near crumble into nothing and not one person would lend a hand. I have learned to expect that, so I learned how to get things done on my own. I have learned that good things don't come to those who wait, good things happen to people who get up off their asses and do something about it. That is a lifestyle, and that is something I have been doing my whole life, and my whole career. You expect me or anyone in their right mind to believe that you have done anything? What do you have to say for yourself this whole entire year that was 2016. You did nothing. Sure babe, you have a little girlfriend, you made a little friend, you had a little magazine cover here and there but you didn't do anything important to solidify yourself as a credible opponent for me. You had your little girlfriend practically sell her soul for you. A coward you are, letting someone earn something for you, rather than earn it yourself. I can hardly believe that you were once a Specialists Champion. Your dirty hands got to hold my baby in the past but you couldn't even hold on to it for more than two weeks! Ha! Am I supposed to believe that you're going to come running through, come rummaging around in my house, in a match that is mt element, and take what belongs to me?! Or have you finally fallen off the deep end. Tell me Haruna, has the pressures wanting and trying to be someone in this business, has the pressures of being something, of doing something, of changing to the game, of making history, finally caused you to fall into little delusions? When I say something and I say I'm going to do something I do it. I may have bumps in the road but no matter what the hurdle is, I do it. I get things done. I said when I came back that I was going to change the game. I said when I came back that I was going to build my Empire and I am doing it. Live in living color! The first step was getting my baby, but there are plenty more steps in my handbook. It’'s easy for me to sit here and sit pretty like you Haruna. It would be easy and foolish of me to think that no one was going to try and take what I have earned but that's not the type of person I am. I did one step and I claimed what was rightfully mine, but the true task is to show everyone the kind of champion they have. Someone who's the true champion and while your little friend Cailin may be, the Women's World Champion she's got nothing on me. I am the woman to honor. I am the woman to praise. I am the woman who represents this division because I am the woman who got what she wanted and did it at any cost. I'm going to keep what I have learned at any cost. I could have taken the easy route, and be a coward like half of the roster, including yourself. I could have given us a basic exhibition match. Just a simple one on one. A one-two-three, but fuck no that wasn't good enough for me because I think outside the box. I the woman to look out for. I wanted to put you through pain, and wanted to go through the pain to remind myself of why I do this, and to get the satisfaction that I am a survivor. When I came up with this match Haruna, I knew it was something that's going to go down in history forever and I know it's going to be the match of the night because when people see what I do to you, when people see the lengths that I will go through to maintain my success, not only will they respect me as they should, they will finally give me the praise that I deserve. To be frank, they're praise doesn't really mean shit to me because in my heart I already knew that I am the best. It’s the beautiful ego stroking and the fact that I continuously prove people wrong that drives me to orgasm. I am the better woman between the two of us and you're going to find that out, very soon. I know that honor is such a big thing where you come from, it's all about honor and you don't bring honor for them, you don't represent your country well and they're going to be so disappointed. They're going to laugh and they're going to shame you for being humiliated at the hands of me. They are going to see that you are exactly what I said you are. A cowardly, settling, bitter little bitch."

"& there will be no doubting that. "

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 11:18 pm by J-Dynasty 2?

Well isn’t this the eve of quite a dark day to many, I see riots and carnage in the streets to come as the elect becomes president. It makes me wonder, how will the streets of EAW fair when I am crowned king? It’s like people are ready for war out here, yet the people had the power, and they are ultimately as a collective responsible for what has occurred. Here in EAW? There is no elect, only an heir, and the people have no say in my ascent to being EAW’s one and only ruler.

See I’ve been dealing with my own form of protesters all week, all these petty, pesky, peasantry, Rex fans trying anything they can to promote this idea that he ought to represent Showdown at King of Elite, even demanding I play fair against their dimwit favourite! Not that I would need to go dirty to win, but regardless I make no promises. They don’t see that you don’t just get whatever you want out of life by putting your faith in most likeable guy in the picture, you have to put your bets behind the one that’ll do what it takes to get the job done. Sometimes you gotta flirt with the deplorable, you got to be the one who lives on the knife’s edge, and find ways to make the dominos fall the way you want by shifting the pieces ever so slightly. In these performance arts, you have to have a mastery over power, finesse, and how you effect others in their hearts and minds, that is something a bore like Rex could never come to grasp, which is why he’ll always be solid, but never great. He, at the height of his wit, goes into a long diatribe about my troubles with Lannister and Devan Dubian, as if I’m the first person in history to lose to people, and therefore they cause a rejection to my stance of superiority. Honestly, aside from knowing that Rex obviously lost his championship, before this tournament he was not someone important enough for me to track who defeated him. But I feel safe to say, he is not someone who is foreign to defeat, in fact he use to be under a legend’s tutelage, and considering his current stature he obviously failed to live up to the role. But hey, I’ve spoken of this topic before…..yes Citius, Altius, Fortius, means I am all those things over others…….but they are also motivational words for myself. Those words do not mean fastest, highest, strongest, rather they simply mean more, so thus as they say I must still get even faster, higher, stronger!

Besides, don’t mistake me not being down in the dumps and having my style as beign satisfied.

These days are the return of the Gorillaz, and what was it they said? I’m useless, but not for long. The future is coming on.

Basically, just because Jordan lost a few basketball games doesn’t mean he wasn’t the best, it especially didn’t mean wasn’t going to be as he rose through the ranks. Great players are never satisfied when they don’t have the utmost place in the ranks, but that doesn’t mean they doubt their own greatness! You’ve got a nice time on the court Rex, you even broke a few knees with Devan and Tyler, but it’s about time I place you back on the bench a warmer like you is accustomed to. How many people in sports have a few great games that people start slobbering over, and a short time later people forget their names entirely? You removed a few high ranking officials on the countryside, and now you think you can rise from those dirt roads where you caught them and become king? Pure insolence to the crown. Most people know when to get out when they’re on top of what they could ever get, they take their lucky shots and live off it, in the olden times lowborns who won a few knight fights would know to go home satisfied, but here in EAW unfortunately you fools are forced to fight on to the point that far exceeds the point of no return. You think this is just the beginning? Maybe for your EAW career, but as far as this tournament goes, it is the last stop for you. The best thing you can hope for, is that I remember you, and feel like knighting you and allowing your name to live through history with the most meager of my praise coming your way, after I take the crown.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 10:39 pm by **Adrian Christ**

To whom it may concern… a.k.a. the poor sap who is facing me on Dynasty,

I don’t care what your name is. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you’ve done up until this point in your career. I don’t care if you are a rookie or a veteran. Just for this week, I don’t care if I get disqualified, or beaten. The only thing I care about this week is my fist connecting to someone’s face as many times as humanly possible before they have to pry me off your carcass. I’m growing tired. Tired of having to face losers who are beneath me. Tired of the aforementioned losers finding a way to win against me. This causes Dynasty management to pit me up against more losers. It’s a vicious cycle which I just can’t seem to get out of. More important than being tired, I’m pissed off. I’m furious that this is happening to someone as talented as me. But I think I know just the thing to get me out of this rut that I seem to be stuck in. I’m going to take whoever comes out of the back and beat them within an inch of their life. You’re going to beg me to stop but I won’t. I’m going to beat you until you’re unconscious and then I’m going to keep going. I’m going to keep beating you until they have to bring out an entire army of people to stop me, and you better hope they do a good job because after all that I am going to keep going. Seems like you drew the short straw.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 9:46 pm by **Ryan Marx**

Showdown Promo 2 – Battle of the Brains

The scene opens up with Ryan Marx seated at his desk as usual, though there is one minor difference to the setting. Behind him, just close enough to the camera to be obvious, is a TV set. On the screen plays his first match with Mortimer Gotch, or more specifically, the last few minutes of the match. It loops over and over, static consuming it at times, corrupting the clear picture of victory for Marx. He looks at the camera and smiles, confident as ever.

Just as intelligent as ever, I see. Thank God your time here hasn't dumbed you down, Mortimer. It's always more interesting to fight against an opponent with brains as well as brawn – makes for more of a challenge. Yet, there are still some pitfalls in your argument. It's to be expected. I did say you were almost incredibly impressive, so it allows some leeway for your flaws.

First of all, I fail to see how you could replace me as the leader of the new breed. You can try to build your walls, but building walls takes time. I can march an army through your barriers and to the promised future long before you manage to build another wall to stand in front of me. And as for you actually taking over the new breed, I fail to see how you would be able to unite them. What are your beliefs? What do you stand for, Mortimer? An army won't rally behind someone with no clear cause or goal, just as the new breed and EAW Universe won't follow your lead. No, they are far more stable behind me, considering I have a set of beliefs for them to follow. Besides, I've said it before – those who don't choose to follow me now will soon fall in line, as they will have no choice but to do as I preach. Perhaps it sounds like a dictatorship or tyranny to you, but the future I have in mind is one that people will enjoy. It will be a utopia of sorts – once the hard work is out of the way. Though I don't want to talk too much about such things, considering you'll only turn them against me and call me idealistic or deluded once more. Let me just say this though: despite what you said, I am not merely doing all of this to 'line my pockets'. The future I have in mind may be very dependant on me and my influence, but that doesn't mean it's not for everyone else. I do know what is right for these fans, and they will realise that once I have broken enough of you 'heroes'. The EAW Universe will see that you all have broken ideologies, and that the only way to gain actual security and happiness is through my method of enlightenment. This coming Showdown will be just another step towards that realisation for them, and perhaps even for yourself, Mortimer.

Although, you're half-right with some things. In my current state, I am flesh and bone. These bones can be broken, this flesh can be torn, and eventually, both will turn to dust. But unlike other human beings, I am not limited to this body or even my mind. When I die, that will not be the end of me. I will live on through the boundless amounts of influence I would have accumulated, and that would make me a dead yet alive monument. I know it's a concept that may be beyond the likes of those who think in very physical terms, but it is the truth. Everything fades away eventually, and I am prepared for that. Though whether you're ready for that is left unknown, Mortimer. You appear to think in physical ways. You say you want to beat me and disregard my 'mind games', but you fail to realise that the only way to truly defeat me is to win at the games you love to dismiss. They are labyrinths of higher concepts, mazes of inspired thinking, and impenetrable for anyone who doesn't know me. Now, I know you like to think you know me, but trust me Mortimer, there's a lot you can't even begin to understand about who I am. And this transcendence of flesh, this unbreakable maze of mind games, are parts of me you can't understand – meaning you'll never be able to truly defeat me.

A pause. The video on the TV plays a few more seconds of Ryan's previous victory over Gotch.

I must say, what resolve you have. Even when I present you with hard facts, you still try to find ways to weasel out of the uncomfortable reality they present. I would call it admirable, though even I've grown somewhat cynical of this plucky belief that you can just 'keep on going'. You're not like me – you haven't been through the darkness I've experienced. It's why I'm able to continue on my path, why I didn't give up a few years ago when one of my trainers told me I wasn't meant to be in this business. It drove me to my current destination, and this darkness – this pain, dismissal, disbelief – is what will allow me to continue going on. You on the other hand, appear untouched by the same level of suffering I have experienced in my past. You are not on the scale of enlightenment. Other people have tried to keep going no matter what. Nick Angel continued to fight against the establishment despite all of his setbacks in recent months, and look where that got him. I'm sure there are countless rookies who have stepped into an EAW ring and told themselves to continue no matter what, yet I don't see an abundance of rookies wherever I go. Sooner or later, that attitude will fade away unless it has a fire to keep it burning, and at Showdown, I will be the one to extinguish the flame completely. I just can't let Nico get the honour of doing that at King of Elite.

Ryan chuckles.

Mortimer, you try to tell yourself that you're not clueless, but only an ignorant person would deny such a thing. I know I may speak of the truth, but even I am willing to admit that I am clueless in some aspects of life. I am clueless as to what people's true opinions are of me. I am unsure of who will be the next person who takes aim at my New Breed Championship. And I don't know why HRDO would give you a National Elite Championship shot so early on, before even I got one. Admitting a lack of knowledge allows you to gain it with time. It's a strength. Yet you don't know how to accept it, do you? Mortimer, you can say you're not clueless all you want, but the truth is that you have no idea what kind of position you have been put in. You think that the belt you're fighting for is just another championship, just one of many in your so-called 'championship-filled future'. But that shows to me that you are clueless as to what the true power of a title is. The reason why so many men and women have succumbed to short or underwhelming reigns is because they didn't understand the titles – they didn't use the belts, the belts used them. The titles took another victim because the holder didn't know how to wield it's power. Me, I knew exactly the kind of influence the New Breed Championship had before I won it. It's why I will become one of the best New Breed Champions in EAW history, whilst you will become a man drained by his innumerable championship chases.

You cannot rewrite history, you can only reflect on it. It's why I take every defeat and injustice seriously. I look back on the past and I learn how to change from it, how to adapt to suit the future. Unlike you, I don't just ignore most of my issues by 'bouncing back' and continuing on regardless, shifting back into my usual and flawed demeanour. You talk about how I am not a 'true philosopher' – just as many others have done in the past – yet you fail to realise that real philosophers adapt to the world around them. There's nothing worse than an outdated philosophy, except for an outdated philosopher. People are so quick to revere the old masters of philosophy, but they fail to realise that beliefs such as theirs would not withstand in modern society. Hence the need for adaptation. And just as I have said many times, I am able to adapt myself to any match or situation I may find myself in. That applies to your hypothetical situation as well. Say I were to lose to Lars Grier, and then you were to win against Nico Borg – it's fair to say that people would perhaps lower their expectations of me, consider me 'beneath' you. But I would change. Just as I did during the build-up to my match with Matt Ryder, when I changed from a somewhat insecure and incomplete man into the egocentric and enhanced leader I am now. No matter what happens to me, I would change, and I feel it is safe to say that whilst there would be some initial damage if your hypothetical were to become reality, I would be able to rebuild myself. I know that must annoy you to some degree because yes, I do know so much more than anyone else – especially when it comes to myself.

I understand myself, and that is why every time someone tries to psychologically evaluate me, it makes me laugh. Mortimer, you may be a gentleman with quite a bit of intelligence, but I'm afraid your attempts at psychoanalysing me are futile. To you, I may seem like a deluded man who sits in his office for most of the time, speaking of false philosophies and acting egotistical. But step back and think for a second: how can someone who isn't special become what I am today? If I truly didn't have any extraordinary qualities, then how could I become so 'conceited'? How could I reach this level of narcissism? A man does not become a beast without a catalyst, and I did not transform into the pariah I am now because there was nothing special about me. Do you know what it's like growing up and being told that you're destined for great things? I don't. My parents had a very strict idea of who I would become, and needless to say, it was far from the great things I am destined for in due time. I knew that I was meant for more, that I wasn't supposed to be restricted to their ideals. I rejected God because he wasn't good enough for me, and I forged my own path. That is why I am the way I am. It's what has given me the strength to become as successful as I am now, and it will continue to fuel me through my future.

But can you believe me? After all, according to you I'm nothing but a delusional man sitting in his ivory tower. You can continue to think that this is all a façade, but deep down, you know that this is real. Just as everyone else does. I'm an anomaly. I am a man who is narcissistic, egomaniacal, prophetic and above all unapologetic. And I accept all of these traits. I embrace them. Yet, I also know that those traits will not last forever, and I understand that my mortal death will come, and with it will arrive my immortal rebirth. That must worry you, even to some small degree. After all, for some people in this company, all it takes is a little jab at their supposed ego and they're crumbling, trying to defend themselves by saying there's no shred of ego to be found in their personality. I don't do that though, do I? It's why you claim I'm deluded, why you try to dismiss me as so many others have done in my past. But guess what, Mortimer? Dismissing me doesn't get rid of me. If anything, it only makes me stronger. So continue to ignore my true self, keep burying what you really know about me deep down in the back of your mind. All it does for me is make me even more determined to prove you wrong, which I plan on doing this Saturday at Showdown. And then I will prove Lars Grier wrong at King of Elite, and then after that, I will dismantle anyone else who dares to try and undermine me.

Mortimer, please continue to misunderstand me. Please try to one-up me in all I do, and then watch as it causes your downfall. There is no way to really look down on me because I'm already high above you. And no matter how many swings you take at me, you will never have arms long enough to strike me from where I stand.

Ryan smiles as he leans back in his seat, the camera beginning to glitch. In the background, the video stops and the TV screen goes black. Cut to static. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 9:13 pm by **Lucas Johnson**

Dynasty Promo #1 - The Official Number One Contender

How just how? How in the blue hell am I not named the number one contender for the Interwire Championship? Instead of that bullshit Fatal 4 Way match last week the Dynasty executives should have automatically named me the number one contender for being the most dangerous person this company has ever seen in nine and a half years. Don't adjust your television sets because yes I am better then StarrStan, I am better then Mr. DEDEDE, I am better then CM Banks and yes I am better then the legend Hades. It's really sad that it took not one, not two but three....THREE MOTHER FUCKING PEOPLE TO KNOCK ME DOWN WITH A SUPERKICK? DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH? THREE MOTHERFUCKING WRESTLERS TO TAKE ME DOWN, I SHOULD BE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER JUST FOR THAT! I am a former NCAA Division I Heavyweight Champion and I refuse to be disrespected with such travesty here at this promotion. The night after King of the Elite is when my contract expires and I intend to capture the Interwire Championship before a possible re-signing so let me give you some advice Dynasty executives. You either name me the number one contender after I defeat this piece of shit named Mark Michaels this Friday night or I will leave this promotion on January 28th with the most prestigious championship this company has ever seen. To be honest I should be awarded the Interwire Championship because no matter who wins between Drake Jaeger and Moongoose McQueen, they know deep down inside they would have a short title reign facing the Wrestling Machine because I would end there career within minutes when I lock that Machine Break in and bam when I twist that shit they will be screaming for a trip to the Emergency Room with a snap with your fingers. Moongoose with his little jokes that he had last week got lucky plain and simple and I can't wait to get back in the ring with him or even Drake Jaeger who I have never faced before in my career, so it could make an interesting match up. Drake and Jones former EAW Tag Team Champions and are currently split up as Jones is currently on Showdown and now Drake who is now the new Interwire Champion after defeating TLA at Road to Redemption so no matter the victor I am the next in line and that is the bottom line.

Funny enough this weeks edition of Dynasty is going to be at Hampton Coliseum in Hampton, Virginia which is not that far away from my home in Atlanta and I am kind of happy I don't have to fly this week so I don't have to deal with jet lag when I'm in my yard in the center of the ring making Mark Michaels my bitch when I make him tap out to most devastating finishing move in the history of professional wrestling. Driving is so much better compared to flying because I can enjoy a nice cigar when I am driving down I-95 and just reflect on life and how far I have come in my career. I have it all, the women in my life I love very much, the cars, the house now I just need the championship gold around my waist. I am not looking to re-sign here to for the payday and sit in the locker room just to collect the easy money, I am looking to re-sign to jump through all the competition and win championship gold and I will do that after I defeat 'MM' or whatever his name is and I will be one step closer to be the number one contender when I have my official coronation in my yard. I got my speech all ready to go when it happens, all that needs to happen is for the Dynasty executives get there heads out of there asses and look at the real and new talent in this business and open your eyes at the future champion on Dynasty and his name is Lucas Johnson....

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 9:05 pm by **showster26**

Dynasty promo #2

(The scene opens inside the war memorial stadium in Hampton, Virginia. It's here that we are moments away from a Celebrity baseball game, the proceeds of which will go to charity. Down in the home team dugout, we see a group of reporters gathering around one particular celebrity before takes the game's first at bat. He is EAW's Social Media Champion, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.)

Reporter #1: "Mister Michaels?! Mister Michaels?! How are you feeling today? Are there any lingering injuries from your match with Kelly Hackenschmidt two weeks ago?"

Michaels: "I'm feeling just fine, i didn't get banged up too badly against Kelly, and now I'm ready to go out and have some fun, represent not just Dynasty, but EAW as a whole, and help a good cause while doing so."

Reporter #2: "Mister Michaels, are you worried about this game having an effect on your upcoming match against Lucas Johnson this Friday night?"

Michaels: "Not overly. There is a chance of injury, but this is a friendly game so it's much less than usual. And I've been putting plenty of time in the gym and studying footage for this week so when the bell rings this week, I'll be ready."

Reporter #3: "what are your thoughts about Lucas Johnson from an in ring standpoint? What kind of challenges do you think he'll present, and how do you plan to overcome them?"

Michaels: "Well I'll go on record as saying that Lucas is a hell of a wrestler and has been since his collage days. So I expect him very much to want to take thing to the mat and try and pick a part and work it. But Lucas also is a very well rounded guy for his size. He has a nice bit of quickness that can catch you off guard and turn a match in his favor in the blink of an eye. He's also able to lift guys who are bigger than him, so he also has that underrated strength to him as well. Put all that together with a guy who's become more intense, and really motivated to go and get a bigger contract before his old one expires, and you got a guy who poses quite a challenge in the ring. But the thing you gotta realize is that as motivated as Lucas is, as much as he's wanting to get himself an interwire title shot, or any title shot for that matter. As much as Lucas wants to win this one, so that he can use it as a stepping stone to bigger things in EAW, I'm gonna want it that much more.

See I know exactly how Lucas feels right now, in fact if he wouldn't have gotten so butt hurt after last week, I might have called him friend. Because I can feel for the guy, because much like him, I have worked my whole life to become the best wrestler I can be. I've put in countless hours in the gym, studied every piece of footage I could get my hands on, and took as many calculated risks that I could manage. We've both busted our asses just to get this far in EAW, the only real difference between us, is that I was able to crossover and find a following on social media.

So when someone asks what's it like to have to take on Lucas Johnson, I have to say it's a lot like having to fight yourself. But here and now, I want to make it clear, that this Friday night, Lucas Johnson is going to have a career night. He is gonna get the absolute best of Mark Michaels. He is going to get everything I have to offer and then some. The crowd inside the Hampton Colosseum are in for an absolute barn burner, because if the Wrestling Machine is headed off into the sunset, than in the Perfect guy to see him off. Live on Dynasty Lucas is gonna learn first hand why all my followers have made me an Instagram icon, a twitter trendsetter, and a hashtag hero to millions of people from every corner of the globe. I cannot wait for the opening bell to ring, and for that sell out crowd that's will be packing the house up to the rafters cheering us on. I will be more than proud to represent them as their Social Media Champion.

Lucas, you next up to bat, so you better bring your A-Game, because I'm sure gonna be bringing mine. Go ahead and picture that. That's all I got time for guys."

(Michaels walks past the reporters and out of the dugout as his name is called for his at bat.)

FADE TO BLACK.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 8:21 pm by **Kevin Devastation**

You know the first thing I think I am gonna talk about is the fact that this man, this kid around here is gonna come on national television and speak ill of my name, speak ill of the Kevin Devastation that was running the world when he was just breaking in his first pair of boots. THIS LITTLE INGRATE WHO MAKES LESS MONEY IN ONE YEAR THAN I DO A MONTH, AND WANTS TO RUN HIS DAMN MOUTH WRITING A CHECK WITH IT THAT HIS ASS CAN MOST CERTAINLY NOT CASH! You can be the "star" you think you are Nobi, and that's all good and fine brother, but when the reality sets in that this aint play time and you got Blackstar in your face punching every bit of that filth you wanna spew about me right down your throat...then and only then will you stand there and know that not even all of King Midas gold can back up the check you tried to cash with me. It bounced little man, and you will bounce off that mat again and again and again every damn time you step to me. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKIN; TO MAN? DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT KEVIN DEVASTATION DID NOT NEED TO BE A TEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION IN EAW TO BE SOMEWHERE. BUT KEVIN DEVASTATION HAS WON WORLD TITLES ALL OF FEDERATIONS FROM ONE SIDE OF THIS PLANET TO THE NEXT! What have you done here that warrants you to ever speak ill of my World Title reign? To ever speak about Kevin Devastation as a performer? To ever speak ill of Kevin Devastation as a God among you all? What makes you the man? Who has Nobi even stood a chance against?

Oh wait...

THE PIZZA BOY?!?!?! YOU THINK THE PIZZA BOY HAS STAR POTENTIAL? YOU THINK THAT LITTLE INGRATE WHO COULD NOT EVEN SHINE THE SHOES I WEAR, THAT COST MORE THAN HIS HOUSE, HAS STAR POWER? You must be smoking something kid, and you need to seek help before you waste your whole life trying to catch another high that you will never get. Because when you step in the ring with Kevin Devastation, the only person that is gonna be riding high is the man standing across from you when I drop you, tie you up in a figure four, and have my hand raised in victory Nobi. You are nobody, Pizza Boy is nobody to me, and neither of you have ever had the career that Blackstar has had, not even one percent of what I have had. JUST LIKE HE MAKES ABOUT ONE PERCENT OF WHAT KEVIN DEVASTATION BRINGS HOME! I am not just a wrestler, I am not just an entertainer, and by God almighty I am not just a ordinary man like you! You wanna ask how Tiberius Jones can beat me twice? Well I will tell ya now like I would have told ya last time it happened two years ago. TIBERIUS JONES HAS A HEART FOR HIS CRAFT LIKE NO OTHER, HIS HEART AND SOUL ARE IN IT AND THAT IS WHY HE BELIEVES HIS OWN HYPE...THAT IS WHY HE IS A WINNER, THAT IS WHY TIBERIUS JONES SHOULD BE THE NEXT KING OF ELITE! Any man that can do what he has done, and keep going without a bead of sweat coming off his brow about the narrow victory he just got over me two weeks ago deserves that crown. But you are nothing like that, you have nothing in your chest except some butterflies that are flying around right now that you get to step into the ring with a man like me, with a Hall OF Famer like my damn self! YOU GOT NOTHING INSIDE TO EVER DIG DOWN FOR TO TRY AND STOP ME FROM BEATING YOU NOBI! YOU LACK CONVICTION AND PASSION! You can talk about it all day long like you always have love for what you do, like you always have passion for the things you do. But until you have been brought down onto the lowest of the low inside that ring with those lights beating down on you the way it will be on Showdown, you know nothing about what it will take to rise up and be the man. So bring every skill you got Nobi, bring every single trick you got under your sleeves and I promise you that I will have something on the inside to counteract it!

You see Nobi, I don't need this place, I could walk away right now and have no problem with it, I do not need EAW, and honestly EAW does not need me. But I want to be here now because passion is on the inside, I have the cars, I have the fame, I have the women and the houses to take;m to. But one thing I was missing for a very long time was knowing who I was, was knowing that underneath all that was a man who was The Man, who was somebody that would make you Be Still...And you know the rest of that. I have traveled the world over more times than you could ever have imagined, and every where I have been I got guys like you telling me what I am and what I am not. I got a guy like you Nobi, WHO IS A NOBODY TO ME! Telling Kevin Devastation "you are a human" "you are just a hall of famer I get to face". YOU SEE I AM NOT JUST A HALL OF FAMER YOU GET TO FACE, HURRICANE HAWK WAS JUST A HALL OF FAMER YOU GET TO FACE AND MAKE A FOOL OF! And I will not be made into the same kind of fool that that fool made himself into a bigger version of. So allow me to tell you that I know who I am, I know what I am capable of on Saturday when we get to Norfolk. It is you that does not know what he is in for brother, because there may be a lot of guys out there that can tell ya "oh KD is washed up, KD is just a old fool who needs to stay retired". And you know there for a while I might have bought into that, but not now...not in 2017. BECAUSE IN THIS YEAR I KNOW WHO I AM, AND I AM NOT WHAT THOSE PUNKS SAY I AM! And I never will be again, that is what you need to deal with Nobi. You need to learn to deal with a Kevin Devastation that you have never seen before, one who is calculated, one who is calm, and one who is not here to just get a paycheck and move on to the next bar, the next hotel room and the next woman that goes with it. You are dealing with a man who knows who he is, a man who is going to prove a point on Showdown to you, and to everyone else who doubts me. So before you get into the ring this Saturday, ask Tiberius Jones who he fought two weeks ago, ask Tiberius if he faced a old fool who needs to go sit down, or if he fought a Kevin Devastation that gave him a hell of a fight and a hell of a match, that Tiberius was barely able to escape from. And then when he answers that you gotta ask yourself a question as well Nobi, "Do I feel as lucky?". Because Tiberius was a winner not by luck but by skill unlike you! You are nowhere in the same league as the next King OF Elite, so you better stand up and recognize that fact son! And recognize who you are stepping in the ring with on Saturday, because if a King can barely pass by a God...what hope do you, "a regular human" have against me.

Allow me to answer that for ya slick, You are a dime a dozen, I am one of a kind.
Meaning one thing and one thing only my delusional friend.
You will try on Showdown to defeat me.
You will lose just like I say you will.
And i;m gonna beat your ass.
While Wearing $850 Boots.
They'll Be Custom Made.
For Kevin Devastation.
The Man!

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 7:09 pm by **kennydrake**

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Ugh...ok...where to begin here?

There are just so many stupid things to cover…

Elijah whoevertheshit…

God, I’m fuckin’ bored already.

Elijah...or whatever...who gives a shit...

For someone who claims to be “a decently enough educated man” - which, by the way, isn’t how you would say that… “I consider myself a decently educated man” would have, you know, been correct...or just “I consider myself an educated man” would have been just fine - anyway...for someone who claims THAT, you certainly are dumber than a bag of hammers.

“Per people who are well-versed on the subject” - Christ, did you interview wildlife experts for this? - “Wolves have several natural enemies. Including the BEAR.” You know who knows that already?

First graders. You dumb cunt...

So now knowing that, you don't think I've...I dunno...PREPARED for something like this? PREPARED for when a "bear" lumbers through my woods? You...you have no fuckin' idea what's going on here, do you?

Strike One.

Moving right along, I was willing to give you a Bye on the stupid comments - hell, maybe you were in a hurry or something - but then you said “the pack Bitch,” aaaaaand you lost it. I think it’s….cute...how fuck boys like you and Carson and SOOOOOO many others have called my wife a bitch or a slut in someway. Hell, I think Mike Showman did it just the other day. It’s hilarious, really, cos it shows just how desperate you all REALLY are. You just need SOMETHING to say! SOMETHING! ANYTHING! Uhhhhh YOUR WIFE’S A BITCH! Classic, classic, classic shit from schoolyard thugs. You gonna call my mom fat next? Or call me GAY?!? GASP!

Take this as advice going forward in ALL aspects of your shitty life: Try harder.

Strike Two, by the way.

And finally - for now, at least - You said for me to bring Maero.

Like...are you fucking kidding?

You DO realize he’s not aligned with ME, right? He’s Eclipse’s brother? In the Sanatorium? Which is NOT Wolvesden? They're two completely different things?

Go on, I’ll wait. You look that up for yourself.

Are we good?

Not feeling so “decently enough educated” are ya?

Aaaaaaand Strike Three....which those well-versed on the subject will tell you means you are out.

So fucking far? All you’ve proven to me is that you’re too fuckin’ lazy to do your Goddamn homework. “I know his group is called Wolvesden, so I’ll talk nonsensically about being a pissed off Grizzly Bear” is LITERALLY the least you could fuckin’ do. Do you want me to talk about how Wolves actually kill a shit ton of bears every year? Do you want me to talk about how fucking little I care about your “prison record?” You know who ELSE had a gnarly prison record? Big Manks. OOOOOOOOOO….SCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARY! You know who cares about you, your past, and your future?

Just. You.

That's it. For the rest of your miserable, waste of a life...you will be the ONLY person who cares about you.

See...THIS is the fucking problem here. Arrogant little twats like THIS FUCK have become the norm. Talk a shit game, deliver less, get paid the same. Come in, get shit wrong, under impress, go home with a pat on the back...EAW in a nutshell. I honestly couldn't tell the difference between you, Danny Noxxxxxxxx, Nostalgia...fuckin' any of them. Just bland faces, coming in hot through the front door, crying like bitches through the back.

Ever since you’ve arrived, Elijah, I’ve been waiting for you to quit. Like the rest of them. You just….I dunno, you just strike me as a quitter. I’ve been waiting for you to take your pathetic little ball and go back to your mom, but you just won’t fucking leave. Like a fuckin' cockroach you JUST...WON'T...LEAVE...

So…that’s where I come in.

See, that's KINDA my thing. I CHANGE people. Once you step foot in that ring with ME? You come out an entirely different person.

Carson Ramsay? Mind has been broken in half.

JD Damon? He saw the light and is now my brother.

Christian Locke? Yeah...he's gone.

Keelan Cetinich? Ch-Ch-Ch-CHOKED to near death. Gone.

This Sunday?

It's YOUR turn, Little Miss Vanilla.

There will be no “pissed off Grizzly.” There will be no “Denizen of Carnage,” which is the lamest fuckin’ nickname I’ve ever heard. It will just be you against me, Loser against Winner...and after it's allllll said and done...

There will be no mention of you ever again.

The way it should be.

Wolves Aeternum, motherfucker.

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Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 6:36 pm by **TLA**

UNBREAKABLE

Well I’m sold. This is gonna be fun.

Shit’s real obvious that no matter what I say Jamie O’Hara ain’t gonna break. Let’s keep this shit short and to the point. The hatin’ stops now. I can hate all I want but I ain’t gonna put any doubt in his mind. But y’all can’t blame an ese for tryin’. See Jamie’s been goin’ around saying for weeks about how TLA don’t bother him at all and how he gives no fucks about TLA. So that shit sounded like a challenge. I had to test this motherfucker who acts like he got that perfect armor and just see if any of my bullets could get through. Looks like we found out why Jamie’s the man with a machine gun.

Cuz if I wanna hit him imma need a bigger gun.

The facts are that Jamie is completely secure in who he is, how good he is, and exactly what motivates him. When I get in the ring against Jamie on Dynasty I am now completely convinced that I will get his absolute best. Cuz let’s face it… I tend to fuck with people some. It ain’t no thang to fuck with people who got them issues I can hone in with my hatin’ pistol and blast on a fool. But not Jamie he’s too strong for that. He respects himself too much to let me get to him, and no matter what I try I ain’t gonna shake his psyche.

I love it. This shit’s gonna be the biggest challenge of my career.

Maybe I ain’t ready for the big leagues. Maybe nobody can take me seriously and that’s why nothing I say sticks to Jamie. Or maybe it just doesn’t matter. Cuz you don’t get to the level he’s at without being unbreakable. Especially to motherfuckers like me who be breakin’ through to the top of Dynasty. Jamie is right, when you get to this level you can’t win the game this easily no more. You gotta go farther than y’all have ever gone before. This week all I can do is my absolute best knowing that there is a very good chance that my best ain’t good enough. Cuz it is entirely possible that I will be the one gettin’ that wake up call. I ain’t never faced Jamie before, I can study his matches, try to figure homie out but until we in the ring it’s all guesswork. I may be walking into the asskicking of a lifetime.

But then again, I might pull it off.

You can call it an upset, you can call it what you want but there is absolutely a possibility that I can walk away from this match the winner. I ain’t faced Jamie and he ain’t faced me so when we lock horns maybe he’s gonna be weaker than his armor suggests. Maybe for all his talk of redemption, and being in a higher class than me he just ain’t ready for a vato like TLA. Cuz when it comes down to it, if Jamie lets me walk out of the arena win or lose, I am coming away with something. If I win, I am coming away with absolute knowledge that I belong in the upper echelons of EAW. For all the people backstage who hate and doubt me they will be forced to recognize that I can get the job done and that I am a legit threat. People like Jamie will no longer be able to fall back on the excuses of “he was just successful in another division but ain’t ready for the big time” no more.

You damn right I got a lot to prove.

If I lose that proves all the doubters right, the pressure is on yo I can feel it. But I ain’t stressin’ nah can’t let it get to you… gotta let it motivate you instead. Cuz I shine brightest when the big lights be on and it don’t get much bigger than this shit. The truth is I’m taking this as an educational experience. Jamie O’Hara is one of the few people I’ve faced lately who has legit cred to say he is a main event player. Now I gotta find a way to make that shit happen for myself. Maybe I have spent too much time waiting. Maybe focusing on being the most dominant Interwire Champion in years was just me letting real opportunities fly by. I ain’t one to bitch. I ain’t one to look back on the past and wonder what could have been. Nah I look forward at what I got before me and recognize exactly what I gotta do to go beast stronger and feast longer.

Ain’t no more waiting. It’s time for TLA to get his.

It’s time for me to take what I want and give nothing back. Think I’m giving in right now? Nah I’m just acknowledging the truth so it will be that much more impressive when I beat yo ass Jamie. Cuz I could keep hatin’ I could keep spewin’ out the bullshit tryin’ to get in your head even tho I know it won’t work. Or I could straight up tell you like a man that I respect the fuck outta you and when I step to you in the ring it’s gonna be the biggest test of my career. A test that I fully intend to pass. Cuz there ain’t no time to doubt yourself. Y’all can be realistic. Y’all can show respect and honesty to your opponent and still believe in yoself. Y’all ain’t nothing without that and I’d be spittin’ on all the people around the world I rolls with who believe in me if I didn’t.

It’s time for TLA to manufacture his own legacy.

No more excuses. No more blaming Sebastian Monroe who in all honesty has been nothing but chill to me. No more bullshit conspiracy theories about being held down. Cuz if they are actually holding me down, bitching ain’t gonna do shit. Nah if they try to hold me down… imma stand up. If they try to fuck me over… imma fuck them over worse than they can ever imagine. I may make mistakes… hell I may have already made mistakes fucking with the King of Bullets. I ain’t perfect and I ain’t never claimed to be, and on Dynasty I completely understand that imma have to be. Cuz the same goes for Jamie. If he fucks up… imma know about it. If I fuck up… he’s goin’ in and he’s goin’ in hard. That’s the stakes and they be higher than ever. This ain’t some throwaway match that we can half ass. We gotta go full ass on this one and once we do we gotta keep diggin’ until we find that little piece of ass that remains and throw that shit in there too.

You wanna judge me? Get ready to judge a motherfucker who is fixin’ to blow yo mind open.

You wanna put me down? Just try it puta. I ain’t ready to let this dream end. I ain’t ready to hang up the boots just yet. When you threaten to take all this away from me… That’s when I get serious. That’s when I got no choice but to fight for my fucking life. You wanted to see desperate? You gonna get TLA at his most desperate. You gonna get a man fighting to save his very life cuz make no mistake about it… I live, I breath, I eat, and I drink professional wrestling. We ain’t so different Jamie when it comes down to it. You want your redemption to be the best. I want my redemption to prove to all the haters that I can hang with the best. Only one of those things is going to happen on Dynasty and I guarantee folks that if you want to see ruthless you gonna get rough and ruthless on Dynasty.

Tune the fuck in. This match is going to determine the future of this company.

Cuz I got no doubt in my mind that if I fall on Dynasty… Jamie is gonna go all the way. Maybe it’s arrogant to say that but I give no fucks. This is the real match to decide the King of Elite… Jamie O’Hara or TLA mark yo bets down yo cuz you got a 50/50 chance. Don’t believe the hype… I lied holmes! Jamie O’Hara ain’t broken… nah this motherfucker is unbreakable. Just like I gotta be if I got any chance of surviving tomorrow night. Put the games aside holmes… you ain’t gotta here no more lies… all you gonna get is real and you gonna get a man who ain’t scared to die on yo field.

Cuz I got no choice.

It ain’t in me to just do shit part way. It ain’t in me to not go all out. I appreciate you seeing my potential and you wantin’ to save me from bein’ taken out, but I ain’t even thinkin’ about takin’ yo ass up on yo offer. Sure maybe I’d live to see another day… but there would always be a part of me thinkin’ what if I had just gone harder? What if I had just gone all out? Maybe I could’ve had him. Maybe that was what kept me from becoming King of Elite. Nah homie I gots to know. I gots to know how it really be. I gotta know if TLA at his absolute best going all out in full on desperado mode can take down Jamie O’Hara.

I refuse to kneel to you. You gonna have to kill me first.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 6:08 pm by **Nobi**

HEY KD! YOU DON’T NEED TO YELL! I CAN HEAR YOUR BULLSHIT ALREADY YA HEAR?! ARE YOU RETARDED OR SOMETHING?!

...honestly, just shut the hell up...

Now KD, I’m not surprised that you underestimated me. Because truthfully, you are an arrogant, self-centered, piece of shit. Always was and still is. You think you are going to make me a star? Well, no KD, you don’t make me a star. I’m already a star on my own as I’m going to face off againts a hall of famer like you this week on Showdown. I made my own progress KD. I made my own improvment. I made my own journey. If I’m a star though, then it was The Pizza Boy who made me a star. I took him to his limit. I almost made him tap out. I almost made him passed out. Did I win the match? No. But I proved myself to the world that I can hang with former champions like The Pizza Boy himself. I really made a statement that night. I put myself on the notice that I’m a world-class athlete. Maybe that’s what Damien Murdow has in mind. Maybe that’s the reason why he trusts me to fight a hall of famer like you this week. You didn’t watch my match againts The Pizza Boy when we main evented Showdown 2 weeks ago did you? Why is that? Is it because you were too busy crying after Tiberius Jones beat you in the middle of the ring...again?

You think your 6 ft 2 is going to make me tap out? Well, for the record, I’m 6 ft 2 myself and no, I’m not going to tap out. Do you know how many COUNTLESS men have said that? If I had one dollar for every single men who want to make me tap out, I’m going to be rich and I’ll probably own this company. Better yet, I’m probably going to be richer than you and I sure as hell will be wearing $751 custom crocodile shoes. So yeah KD, you are not a man. You are just another arrogant, idiotic prick in this bussiness. You’re not special, you’re not unique. You’re not even a God. How could a “God” like you lost to Tiberius Jones countless times? How could a “God” like you only won a world champion once? I found it real insulting to the people who believes in Religion, KD. I don’t know how many followers do you have, but you are going to get a karma when you step into the ring againts me. It seems you are relying yourself on submission techniques, and I’m going to prove you that I’m the better submission-artist than you really are. I don’t need to be a star, a man, or a God like you KD. All I need to be is a wrestler. I’m not invisible, I’m a human just like you are. I’m not a comic book character. I don’t have any super or magic power, but I have many skills, I just know how great I am. If one trick doesn’t work, I always have something under my sleeves to beat you in a honourable way KD. Are you going to be pinned or are you going to be tapped out? You chose how you lose.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 5:22 pm by **Darkane**

Night Life

The scene fades into a bright yellow Dollar General sign slated against the gray concrete store foundation that obstructed the sky, but it was a gorgeous Winter day in New Orleans. Altostratus clouds flocked towards the sun resembling a colossal fiery Pheonix, spreading its wings. Back to ground level, the plaza seemed quite busy at dusk. People were scattering across the parking lot like army ants and others were getting into their cars, but amongst the scattering ants was one particular bug that seemed to out-gross them all.

Darkane.

Sat on the cracked curb of a sidewalk in front of the aforementioned Dollar General, a plastic bag in one hand, a scraped up scratch ticket in the other, Darkane had a bottle of Jack Daniels squished in between his legs because the cap fell into the caged gutter, so he had to keep the whiskey from spilling all over the place. Darkane blurted out an expletive as he received the news that his scratch ticket had failed him miserably and condemned the ticket into the same gutter that the cap rolled into. He took off his sunglasses, sticking them into the plastic Dollar General bag that rattled in between random breezes from the not so distant Gulf of Mexico.

Darkane turned his head,

"What are you looking at? Yeah, keep walking." Darkane spat verbal venom towards a young boy who held on tight to his Mommy.

"You're a disease. You need to seek some professional help." The Mom, middle aged with substantial crows feet darkening her eyes and wrinkles radiating to the side of her face, returned the favor to Darkane.

"Professional help, hahaha. Yeah right. You're as good of a comedian as you are a depressed stay at home mom. Make yourself useful and head into the Dollar General, buy me a store-brand bag of chips and then shut the hell up." Darkane smiled to himself, his rotten teeth (or at least what's left of them) gleamed within his crescent grin, a slimy saliva-booze mixture dripping off of his fangs that looked like murky stalagmites. The mom visibly disgusted, ushered the boy no older than four along, covering his ears to block any oncoming profanity.

Darkane seemed to play the role of a drunken wino who makes snide remarks towards everyone that walked him by quite well. So much so that a Policeman arrived, walkie in his back pocket, an assortment of badges on his uniform, a pair of jet black sunglasses (even though the sun was nearly down now) and a mustache that would make Frank Zappa proud.

"You do realize that public intoxication is a misdemeanor and it's punishable by a maximum of ninety days in jail and a thousand dollar fine don't you?"

Darkane somewhat mystified yet apathetic all the same looked up at the officer.

"Yeah. I've only had a few sips. It hasn't hit home yet. Save your drunk and disorderly mumbo jumbo for somebody who cares."

The officer furrowed his eyebrows unimpressed by Darkane's logic.

"So you wouldn't mind taking a breathalyzer test?"

"I wouldn't mind at all, you'll find out that I'm not drunk, I'm just a dick."

A shit eating grin grew on Darkane's face.

The officer wrote down something on his notepad and headed back over to his cruiser. He put on a pair of sky blue rubber gloves as he opened the passenger door and rummaged through the glove compartment eventually pulling out the breathalyzer and attaching a mouthpiece to the device.

"Okay," as the officer walked back over to Darkane's position.

"Now, I'm going to put this device into your mouth and you will blow for approximately four seconds, you will hear a long, steady beep. You must not stop blowing until this beep stops.

Darkane cracked his neck nonchalantly as the officer held the device to Darkane's lips. Darkane sighed and blew on it until it beeped and then stopped.

The breathalyzer decoded the information and displayed a reading of a 0.6 blood alcohol level. The officer seemed somewhat surprised by the result, but gave Darkane a stiff warning.

"You're pushing it. If I see you out anywhere, a bottle of whiskey, beer, even your Nanny's cough syrup, I will take you into custody. You watch yourself." The officer recapped his pen, took the breathalyzer and headed off but not without a my-car-is-more-macho-than-yours rev for good measure, speeding off into the distance and not using his signal to turn.

Meanwhile, Darkane had sat back down on the curb, taking a fresh Miller Lite out of his short-jean pocket and took a refreshing sip and sent a refreshing, subliminal fuck you to the cop.

"Darkane sir, a few questions please?"

Darkane jolted out of his beer buzz, eyeing the interviewer who was a dazzling doppelganger of Elizabeth Taylor herself. Normally Darkane would show hostility but the sheer beauty of this woman made him hot to trot.

"I'm all ears and eyes as a matter of fact."

The interviewer flushed rose red, yet maintained her composure.

"How do you feel about being drafted to Showdown?"

Darkane thought to himself what she would look like in a pair of handcuffs, oblivious to her question.

"Sir?"

"Oh, yeah, Showdown. One of four shows in EAW. I hope I don't get lost in the shuffle, there seems to be an influx of humanity in this place. I'm not one for people. As I've stated before. As for how I feel? Meh, nothing has happened yet. Once I get on the card, that's when the ship starts picking up speed. But hey if it helps put food on the table I'm all for it."

"Well, what about any of the superstars on the roster?"

"What about them?" Darkane arched his eyebrow.

"Do any of them pose a threat to you?" She asked, squinting her eyes in preparation for a verbal onslaught.

"No. They don't. As a matter of fact, I don't even know who the hell is on the roster and from the glimpse that I've seen, there's nobody I've battled before. Which is fine, when that time comes, they'll be put in their place, one way or another, no matter how deep I have to dig. I came here for one reason only and that's to fulfill a need. A need for tearing people from limb to limb. A need to rip the hearts out of their chest and deep-fry it, serve it with some grits and take a hearty mouth watering bite out of it. I need pain you see, whether I'm on the giving or the receiving end. I said before, it feels like a release and I damn well meant it. So any superstar on the roster that feels up to the task, I'm ready to stand toe to toe, soul to soul and drag you to the depths of hell."

Darkane pauses and continues.

"I grew up in New Orleans or should I say on the streets and in the graves, I've fought robbers, gangsters, even members of the local mob. Boy, that's a story for a rainy day. I've spent my whole life fighting not just against people, but for survival. I hear the term fight or flight gets tossed around occasionally. I fight. I never back down from a challenge no matter how much the odds are stacked against me. I have the darkness on my side. I have experience living in misery. That has built a strong foundation. So whatever jackass feels the need to pick a fight, just remember, that this old dog can still hunt."

Darkane glares at the camera, the intensity of his words pulsating through the night air. Darkane picks up a stray leaf that has fallen and twirls the stem between his fingers.

"I don't lie. What you see is what you get. I'm not fancy, I'm not a Luchadore, a ring technician. I'm a morbid, conniving, rabid animal on the loose again and you know what?"

Darkane takes in a breath and exhales.

"It feels so damn good."

The camera pans upward, into a staredown with a full moon and fills the air with white noise.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 4:36 pm by **Moongoose McQueen**

"Goodbye Horses"

(Moongoose McQueen is sitting on a steel chair playing his theme song “You will Know Our Names” by ACE+ on a violin extremely well and as McQueen finishes up, he stops to take a breath. He seems calm, content, and relaxed. When all of a sudden, he smashes the violin against the floor and the wall.)

Woooooooo!! I’m so pumped for this match.

(McQueen looks towards the camera with an arrogant smirk on his face.)

Wow, so Drake is taking back everything he said about me? But for a moment there, I could had sworn you were admitting that you had actually believed that I was something a little different, something a little special before you went on and on and on with your tirade how you were disappointed that I was the same as anyone else. Well, I got good news and bad news? Which would you prefer to start with first? … Let’s start with the good news. First off, Drake…. you’re wrong. YOUR DEAD WRONG!! I am not like everyone else. Because do you see how quickly you’ve escalated from not giving a damn to caring. Oh no no no. You can’t take it back. We all saw it. You’re angry, you’re pissed off, You’re fuckin’ livid! You had to calm yourself down. And I think I know why. I know you better than you think. You see, Moongoose McQueen does this thing, where I do tend just say whatever to see what kind of a reaction I can get. He wants to get inside your mind. Because at the end of the day, I want my opponent to be uncertain and uneasy. Is this guy being funny or is he being serious? Is he complimenting me or is he insulting my intelligence? Is he really a villain or a hero? What is it? “I don’t know?” And why is that? Because the only thing to really fear is the unknown. No one knows who or what Moongoose McQueen really is? Hell, just when people think they know me, I change the game and we are all back to square one. It’s just my style to constantly have control of the board. It’s how I play. So how is this good news? We’ll, Drake, I’m just fucking with you. Trying to get into your head. I didn’t need Shimmer to be the distraction, because everywhere you look, you see fans chanting my name, you see my names on merchandises, you see random people walking up to you asking “WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN?!!” WHO IS MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN?!!” What is this phenomena? It’s everywhere, and you can’t avoid it, and all you can hope and pray that when we confront one another, it’s all a lie. It’s a myth, a legend. THE HYPE ISN’T REAL?!! …… but am I really the type of man who will build himself up so good only to disappoint you and everyone else? Am I truly a mystery?

Because the truth is, I’ve been absolutely honest the whole time. I’ve told you exactly who or what I am. I am THE CHALLENGER!! I am THE ASSHOLE!! And I am MOONGOOSE FUCKIN MCQUEEN! It doesn’t get any more real than this, Drake. This isn’t just a typical Friday Night. This will be a life changing experience for you. MAYBE , JUST MAYBE, THIS FRIDAY NIGHT!! YOU WILL MEET THE MAN THAT HUMBLES YOU!! LIKE GOD, BY TAKING SOMETHING AWAY FROM YOU, YOUR EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP, I CAN GIVE YOU SOMETHING SO MUCH FOR VALUABLE!! …… A life lesson, I suppose. Somewhere, there is someone that is always going to be better than you. In order to be the best, you have to beat the best, and Drake, that is really all I seek. I want a challenge, and here you are with a title in hand, calling yourself the Final Boss or the Best of the West, I have high expectations of you. And please, before you go off on another rage boner, learn to take a compliment. It’s a real damn shame that I look at you, a man with the skill and charisma to change the world, yet you rather lounge around with your women, losing that tower, absolutely neglecting your responsibilities as a leader. Well, you know what they say about a horse that can’t run.

(McQueen moves his finger across the throat)

We put them down, and Drake, perhaps it’s time we put you down. This might just be the end of the line for you. You’re only there to take up precious space, and with that EAW Interwire Championship, I can make the show you seem to love great again. And maybe that is why you act the way you do? Maybe you don’t want to see your precious Friday Night Dynasty change. Perhaps you have gotten too comfortable with where you are now, and that is huge… HUGE mistake. But sssshh…. Don’t panic, because Moongoose McQueen is going to take care of everything . I’m going to exterminate the pests, and who knows, Drake, maybe if you get a wake-up call , “Ring Ring, Hello? Drake? Do something worth while with your life?” and actually address it, there will be room for you in the world I hope to conceive. Or maybe I’m just fucking with you again? Maybe the ideology is all fake and I’m just saying these things to make you look down on me or give the fans what they want. After all, I love the attention, and nothing gets more attention than yelling “REVOLUTION!!” from the top of your lungs. Maybe deep down, all I really want to do is hurt you. I want to humiliate you. I want to make a modest man out of you. Or you know what? Maybe it’s all of the above, and I want to start a revolution and hand your ass to you on a silver platter. I can do both. Why? Simply because I’m Moongoose McQueen?

Still not sure who I am? Well, I suppose that is where the bad news comes in. You’ll find out this Friday when I will take your EAW Interwire Championship. Drake Jaeger gets his first taste of what I’d say is a very serious Moongoose McQueen, because after all, so much is on the line. Not just your title, but my god damn reputation, and Drake, whether you admit it as well, your reputation is on the line as well. How are you going to come back from being beaten by everything that you hate? Maybe the hate will make you stronger and more vicious, but note, I don’t fight for glory or to make the bad things go away. I fight to protect what is precious to me, my pride, and couple that with a strong will and despising the taste of losing will only bring upon you the toughest son of a bitch you have every faced. Know that Moongoose McQueen is a man capable of rising above his physical limitations and driven by what is beyond the limited perspective of people. The beast is about to bare his fangs and my eyes are locked on prey. You bring your biggest gun and you hope you can put me down before I rip your throat out and take that EAW Interwire Title from your lifeless hands. Now, talk is cheap, and how we fight is all that matters. Drake Jaeger, you may be the present. I see how you look at the Dynasty banner wishing it was the past. But you better prepare yourself to face the future of EAW.

Welcome to Friday Night Dynasty, Moongoose McQueen is Dynasty. WELCOME to EAW. Moongoose McQueen IS EAW!! WELCOME TO THE END OF DRAKE JAEGER!! MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN IS THE END OF DRAKE JAEGER!! …. EAW….. you’re welcome!

(Moongoose McQueen walks off from the camera. The Artist Formerly Shimmers in his robe and wig with a boom box in hand. He press play and “Good Bye Horses” Q Lazzurus plays. Shimmer puts the boom box down. He pulls out a lipstick and stares intensely at the camera. He begins to apply the lipstick)

Shimmer: Would you fuck me? …….. I’d Fuck me….. I’d fuck me hard!!

(Shimmer takes a step back and begins swaying back and forth side to side. Shimmer then proceeds to unwrap his robe, and before he flashes the camera, the camera goes black with “Goodbye Horses” playing in the background)

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 11:28 am by **Anthony Leonhart**

ANTHONY LEONHART // IT'S THE MOMENT DE VOUS FIGHT WITH LA ROYALTY !

Friday Night Dynasty - 1/20/2017 PROMO.

[Anthony Leonhart is in his house in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, looking fierce and extremely confident, wearing a black vest, white shirt, black pants and black shoes with a French flag on one shoulder, one glass of wine on the other and to perfect his look, his EAW Royal Breed Championship is on his waist, looking at the horizon and then throws the glass of wine in the air and he waits that the glass is broke to begin his long tirade.]

Is EAW wants to make me crazy once again ? They want ME, Anthony Leonhart, one of the most prestigious, most talented wrestler on the Dynasty roster to face an ignoramus, a pathetic peasant who thinks he's a badass because of his look, a ridiculous guy who thinks that can he can beat me once again parce que je remember très bien ça Tig Kelly. And I swear to God, that this time I will make you tap like a jembé player on his instrument, you fool. Long and speed taps. I'm not the same that you fought long time ago, I'm more flamboyant, more brutal, more technical, more everything you want. Now I'm better than you because I'm a King and I have this belt around my waist to prove so. I'm the King with an Iron Fist because even I lose, people always remember because I leave a mark on everyone I touch or battle but for this time, Kelly...call me Mr. EAW Royal Breed Champion because that's what I am. A champion. And you're not. You're the first on my new list of people who need to have a royal lesson with the most extraordinaire professor in all EAW. C'est à dire, moi. Bien sûr. Ah ah... how funny I am.

[Anthony Leonhart replaces his black vest to show his greatness after he put himself as the best, finest thing here in Elite Answers Wrestling, smiling with a bright smile. And then, he's back to a disappointed and tired mood because he knows that Tig Kelly is his opponent and then remember his debuts facing him.]

Everybody in EAW, knows that I'm one of the top players of the Dynasty roster, that's why I never left Dynasty since my humble beginning match at Turbo like everyone else. They put the best player in the main show which means me, Anthony Leonhart, the Uncrowned King of Elite Answers Wrestling in Friday Night Dynasty but enough talking about me, moi and myself. And let me talk about you being my opponent, sérieusement you make me laugh actually, you're just a pathetic human being, you think you're a great wrestler but you're not capable to do really big things like I did, did you kill a streak ? Did you broke Atiliano's mind ? Did you face a former world champion ? Did you make him suffer to make him injured ? I did all those things since our last match, I'm longer that mind freak. I'm better than you. I'm a champion. I will known as the innovant prospect of all EAW because of this championship I created, I will make HISTORY by my grandeur. I WILL BE AN HALL OF FAMER HERE. AND YOU WILL REMEMBERED BY THE HISTORY BOOKS...AS A PURE JOBBER DELUXE. Everybody will remember me as one of the greatest. And they will forgot your dumb name, by the way. Slight shot to you dumbass. Anthony Leonhart va être le phenomenal one de cette fédération which means I'm gonna be in the top spot soon. Nobody will be an obstacle to my destiny, whatever you do, whatever you make. I WILL BE RECOGNIZED AS ONE OF THE TOP PLAYERS OF THE DYNASTY ROSTER AND ALL EAW alongside some illustrious names like Jacob Senn, TLA and many others, you will bow down to the King. You will ALL bow down to the King. The one and only, the King who deserves a live coronation. Only a live one not a pre-taped thing like you actually do, EAW. I WILL KILL TIG KELLY'S MOMENTUM. OH SORRY...IT HAS ALREADY BEEN KILLED. OH POOR THING. Remember. The King has always the last word. I will that senrtence true at Friday Night Dynasty. WATCH OUT ! Watch this ...BUFFONS AND PEASANTS OF MY KINGDOM.

Sur ce, au revoir.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 10:10 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

And there it is.

That’s the spark I see the eyes of men who thrive here and you cannot be truly surprised that I turned on a dime? You can’t sit here and pat one another’s dicks day in and day out hoping to get a fair fight. Everyone's a hater, TLA. Everyone will stoop to whatever lows to bring your morality down before the bell even rings so don’t get too precious when even those who you consider mates fail to hold back. I’ve never hid my true colours, the criticism has always been there but it seems there’s not enough between the ears to pick up on that huh? How fragile this facade must be to be so easily set off by harsh words; you will not survive your ascendance to the top. Believe me, it gets far, far worse.

“Go suck a dick Jamie you dirty tranny.”

Classy. Really classy. Is that what you need to fall back to? Laughable. How can this world take you seriously as a contender if such lowly insults, high school level creativity are your big hitters? The insults worth standing alone are so pitiful. See mate, I could truly fall back to my old slang and with a bloody good crack add more fuel to this blue, walk in and go off like a cut snake -- I’ll walk away with a ripper of a victory throwing down a few XXXX’s while you’re left as no more than a sook spouting the same tall poppy syndrome and running back to ya sheila's because they’re the only people in this world who give a rat’s arse. But I don’t. Instead I sit here and I think through every word that I’m about to say so my message doesn’t get lost in translation. I don’t because no matter how much of an example I set in that ring via my actions, my words will be mocked and ridiculed. Sometimes I fight myself whether or not I should fall back to my roots, poke some fun and throw in some Australian mannerisms but in the end, I realise I can’t. I can’t until I complete this sad, pathetic, retarded, ego driven journey. Not until I stand on top of the mountain once again because nobody is going to listen to a man whose every few sentences has an expletive in it, listen to words for hours until they understand what the fuck is actually being said. Messages get lost in translation; perhaps your career would be much different if those you beat could have realised that. You can allow it to get under your skin now, I don’t blame you for being unsettled but in the end, you’ll thank me for having the guts to use it against you. Now, when it comes to your lack of opportunities, answer me this one question; what have you ever done until this point to deserve it? I’m sorry that people who spend their entire career in second gearing waiting until they outgrow their competition don’t get the same opportunities as those who actively try to climb another rung. And that my friend, is a fact. It’s a fact that you’ve spent two year sitting on your fucking arse waiting for opportunity to fall into your lap instead of trying to seize them. Six months you waited to prove you outgrew the New Breed division. Six months you waited to prove you no longer belonged in the middle of the pack. Look at me. I proved I wasn’t fit for the New Breed after one single defense. I washed the canvas with the blood and salty tears at Shock Value; I EARNED MY PLACE INSIDE THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER IN 2014. I took every match I got by it’s fucking throat and not once did I step back and allow it to breath; not until I got what I wanted and that was recognition. Within six months of stepping foot into this company where not a single person knew my name, I was competing for the EAW Championship. Just a few months later I was close...so, so close to getting a second shot...because I earned it. I am living proof that anyone who puts the effort in regardless of where that match is on the card, regardless of their opponent will someday get what they deserve. But you’re right, my ugly, bald head doesn’t watch anything that doesn’t concern me nor my interests but it doesn’t take much to see that you’ve done anything but dominate your opponents week in and week out. You wouldn’t be here otherwise, instead of the bible thumper it would be you finally getting that opportunity you so desperately crave against Jacob Senn.

The greatest scalp you’ve claimed was Y2Impact but you still ended up on the canvas, still laid there defeated. Whether or not you walked away from that match with any sort of drive, any sort of motivation it was clearly for nothing. A multi time world champion! A Hall of Famer! And you did nothing; absolutely nothing with it. You defeated Tig Kelly? I ruined Tig Kelly’s holidays and if I stood in your shoes the man would have met that same fate at House of Glass. You’ve spent two years either refusing to make your own opportunities or making the most of the ones that were presented; you expected them to fall into your lap just like it falls to many in this position but the difference is we put in the hard yards to earn that right. I walked into the Elimination Chamber at Road to Redemption, not because I won a match, not because I had some grand victory over one of the competitors, it’s because I created the opportunity. Even now, no matter how well established I may be, no matter the foothold I’ve assumed in this place, if opportunity won’t be handed, I’ll take it by force and nobody will deny me it. I should have faced dire repercussions for my actions but I didn’t, I was still given what I wanted. And you wonder why I sit high on my perch and look down, so confident in my words because I know what a man looks like when he rests in a lower gear. I felt so sorry for myself, for months as I watched the likes of Vendetta and Mstislav reign as champions; I sat back on the biggest night and watched three men I could beat, I had beaten multiple times in the past take hold of a spot I believed was entitled to me. But I was more content waiting for chances to fall to me. If I had my time over, I would have been standing there to close the night - as champion once again. Because it was there to seize. Because I could have taken it at any point. This...all this could be a lesson to learn from TLA. You could be humble, take your beating and listen to what I say over and over again; learn from the mistakes you’re bound to make on Dynasty and someday stand back up to challenge me. It’s adorable you want to stand so proud and mighty, raising your fists, ready to punch on at any minute. The big, the bad, the evil Jamie O’Hara casting his judgement down on you; how dare he treat a newcomer to this world like this? How dare he cast judgement upon someone who doesn’t walk a unique path instead one he’s seen walked before? I’m a nice guy, truly, I only wish for good things beyond this fight for you. If it ain't me, it’s Jacob Senn, it’s the Heart Break Boy, it’s Lucian Black if he ever manages to recollect the memory he had a lackluster career in this industry, it’s Methuselah, it’s Xavier Williams. You were always bound to face this criticism, always set to hear what it seems like you tried to ignore for years.

However, you do not want to start beef with me.

Tell me of anyone who has left more people hurt in the last twelve months than me? Whether that’s putting them on the sidelines for two weeks, three months or for the foreseeable future? Hell, I’ll clutch at straws and take credit for the end of Nick Angle; the man lost any hope and fire left inside him after I set his manhood alight. Now, isn’t it a little hypocritical for you to slam me for not caring about what else happens on the show outside my own little bubble when you yourself show examples of similar indiscretions. See, here I’m open, I’m using metaphors to convey my points, I’m talking about what motivates me within, It’s boring, it’s tired, it’s corny. Yet when the lights shine bright I care little about any of that and I do whatever I must to secure a victory. Here, it’s you and me, the world might not as well exist. So it seems you are far from prepare to face me on Dynasty. You expect someone whose sappy, depressed, someone who is a mix of emotions, someone who can’t seem to pull it together for more than a few minutes without talking about his “redemption”. How fucking wrong you will be. Start beef with me and you’re only going to end up like the others; when you think you’re going to finally become the star you believe yourself to be now, I’m going to cut you down. I will force you to kneel. And you will realise just how dire the consequences are for those who want to start beef with me. I said it the first time, I’ll say it again, this isn’t the field you should be willing to die on and by my hands there won’t be any pride or honour, there won’t be a valiant death if you dare to stand between me and King of Elite.

I say and do anything that must be done to achieve what I want to achieve.

Don’t sit there for a second and believe that anything that’s been hurled towards me will stick. I don’t hold many grudges and those I do are not held because of petty comments; mud flung in these wars of words don’t stick. You’re somewhat right in the idea that I don’t care about other people. I’d create a list for it but I feel that has already been done but it would be a very, very short list when it comes to the people I want to see obtain good things. Believe it or not, no, I wouldn’t be putting my name at the top, nor anywhere else. I don’t care just about myself but I certainly don’t care for the people in the crowd. I don’t care for their appreciation, their entertainment. To face the best isn’t an unique desire because we all want to fight the best; I want to compete against the best for the bragging rights. Beyond the personal few I care about, you would be right. However, it’s not done in some act to stand strong, to seem opposing without the need of someone to fall back on. I told one Hall of Famer some time ago that I didn’t need anyone to succeed and I proved him wrong. I’m going to prove it again just this time I’m not going to be this easy target for people; I’m not going to be someone who is full of too much pride, cares too much about people think about him to stray from what is deemed “good”. And you want to call the moment I lay there with nobody to help as fucking karma? Who helped me TLA? When I played the good little boy, who was there to help me when I needed it? TELL ME HOW MANY FRIENDS WERE THERE TO HELP ME WHEN I WAS KNOCKED DOWN? WHO HELPED ME WHEN XAVIER WILLIAMS CALLED ALBERT HITCHMAN TO SCREW ME AT TERRITORIAL INVASION? TELL ME WHO RAN DOWN THAT RAMP TO HELP ME AT KING OF ELITE AS THE EAW CHAMPIONSHIP WAS STOLEN FROM ME? NOBODY. DON’T FOR A SECOND CONSIDER IT KARMA; I SPENT YEARS BEING THE ONE TO HELP OTHERS BUT TIME AND TIME AGAIN I WAS LEFT TO FIGHT ALONE. I WAS DONE; I HAD ENOUGH OF IT. I have had to do EVERYTHING on my own and when I walked out of Territorial Invasion with that win over Dynasty? I knew what was coming. Forgive me for seeing the impending implosion of The Mighty Don’t Kneel and decided for once, I wasn’t going to be the one left beaten and bloodied in the ring. Think about the man Xavier is and ask yourself if he could have lived with the fact that he has never beaten me on his own? See, I’m not suddenly a cold man for what I’ve done, I’m more misunderstood than anything else. Most people - that includes you it seems - seem to forget anything that happened more than a few months ago but the reality is I’ve been screwed. Time and time again. Turn that into some sexualised joke but it’s far from a joke.

I have every damn fucking right to be bitter and to think that standing alone is best.

Here’s the thing, I don’t need to go much further. Everything else served no purpose. You made your jokes - laughed at your own jokes - you built yourself such a wave of confidence yet it was fluff and as that wave approaches the short it’s not a tsunami, it’s no more than a ripple. Nothing more than incessant ramblings and whatever point worth listening to was thrown in there was lost. Even if for a second I believe you and I take your word that you were held down as true, can you blame people? Can you blame the powers that be for not handing you the opportunity to progress your career? You wasted your breath on shit southern food, you wasted your breath about your glorified brothel, you wasted your breath on fucking hair; none of it had any intent but to mock, to have a laugh. That, my friend, is a jester. That is why you’ve been “held down”, that’s why people don’t care for you a main event talent. But don’t worry, there’s a place where jokes get contenderships and opportunities handed to them and it’s called Voltage. No, trust me you would fit right in with the entitled crowd who are truly just mediocre in the big scheme of things but believe themselves to be so special that they should be handed success. It’s unfortunate you didn’t reach this place a year ago; you would have been a very valid candidate for the charity world championships reigns that Showdown had. None of that matters though. What you could be now, what you could have been is irrelevant. Six months ago you didn’t think about this match, I did. Six months ago the idea of King of Elite was a hope; to me this was a goal I had driven into my skull. For six months I’ve been fixated on next week and facing whoever it is for the crown. It’s been almost one year since I lost everything and some of the first words I heard was “Don’t worry, you’ll build yourself back up and stand tall a better man, a greater champion”. They’re words I heard month after month and perhaps at one stage they acted as some sort of motivation but that was twelve months ago. Twelve fucking months of it and right before is the opportunity to silence so many of the doubts that run wild in my head, to put those words to rest once and for all.

I have beaten Hall of Famers, I have beaten legends and I know the moment the bell rings the jokes fade away. I don’t underestimate you, I don’t discredit you. I know for the fact you’re going to pose a greater challenge than Black or Jaeger ever did. You’ve scratched and clawed your way to this point and I truly do respect that, I respect much about what you’ve achieved and how far you’ve come. But I will deny you any satisfaction in victory. No matter the cost, I won’t walk away from that ring without a victory and I refuse to be carried out. Behind every punch, behind every kick, behind every knee is every reason I’m fighting in this tournament instead of bitching and moaning for a shot at the title. Without that crown I have nothing to be proud of and if I’ve got nothing to be proud of? Then I don’t have a career worth being remembered for. I will not fucking die in that ring TLA. This is all my story of redemption and I’ll be damned if anyone stands between it and myself. No matter your jokes, It’s the reason I’m here and didn’t throw it away; it’s the reason why I’m going to risk everything to defeat you and why I will. For twelve months I’ve had this cancer stuck in the back of my head feeding on every doubt and manifesting itself into anything positive. I’m not contempt with the career I’ve forged because I KNOW I could have done better, I KNOW that I am better than the man that paraded himself around as World Champion. And becoming that once again is just a prize, it’s consolation to the fact that I will no longer have any sense of doubt, that cancer is removed for good and I would have found that redemption. The crown is just to prove to myself that I belong at the top; the crown is the green light for me to chase that title and whoever stands tall with it.

I took my rise to the pinnacle and the time I spent there for granted. For months I fell back on the idea that I belonged there. I’ve lost track of the number of reasons why this is so important to me, everything that I hold regret over but I will correct it all by the time this is done.

And you will not deny me.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 19th 2017, 4:31 am by Guest

Nico Borġ (SD1)

Méconnaissance

The Grave and Destruction lie open before the Lord,

How much moreso the hearts of men!

Proverbs 15:11

An accurate grasp of the truth is hard to come by. Even when the truth is handed out plainly before us, it is as though we are those who look at themselves in the mirror; for we look at ourselves and, on going away, immediately forget what we were like. We cannot see ourselves the way others see us, and we seldom if ever see ourselves the way we truly are. When we look ourselves in the mirror, then the mirror is a mediator. It shows unto us an image, a reflection, a mere anticipation of what we could be. It’s not real. It’s a lie. An image of what one wishes to be, distorted by his own prideful delusions and all the ignoble conceits which lead him to temptation. So too do your eyes deceive you when you cast your gaze upon others. One already knows what he is looking for. He already knows what it is he wants to see, and so his eyes will kindly oblige him. Like faces in clouds or patterns in roulette spins. A butterfly...or a dissected cadaver? Neither are really there in the inkblots. What you see says less about what is really out there, and more about what’s inside; your drives, your obsessions, and indeed...your fears.

It is disheartening at times, everywhere I look, the world goes about debasing and misconstruing that most sacred truth. But my God forgives, and in the end his wisdom in this shines through. All the babble and the pomp paraded from one man to another, perhaps it should just be taken with a grain of salt. Father knows, they know not what they do. Every attempt to demean his righteous works are less challenges in earnest, and more the betraying whimpers of human weakness. Take my first contender for the National Elite Championship. Mr Gotch is in the business of very strongly managing his image and his way with words. The ‘Gentleman’ as he dubs himself, does nothing if not with the most vainglorious degree of affectation. Everything about his manner and his speech is designed to be so pristine, so sanitised. Cleanliness is next to godliness, of course, but this is about more than simply due dilligence to hygiene. This is an ostentatious conceit designed, perhaps, to make him appear more disciplined, more regimented. Or mayhaps indeed it is for his own benefit; a mere crutch offering the simulation of control to a man as fallible and uncertain as any other while he strides into the nether.

I shall reserve judgement for now. There is time for a considered decision after all, and I am sure my good friend Marx will do a reasonable job in setting the bar. With all that said, not everyone it seems is inclined to exercise that virtue, Patience. The New Breed contender, Lars Grier, has wasted precious little time in throwing judgements and accusations in my direction. He goes as far as direct comparisons. Caine? Really?Is that what you think of me, Lars? Am I some poor afflicted wretch who cannot shake off his daemons? Do I need a straightjacket to protect me from myself, Lars? I wasn’t aware psychiatrists now considered faith pathological. But yeah I am more dangerous. I have gotten things done in the ring because, contrary to popular belief, I think straight. I know what I am doing. If you will, there is method in the madness. But Lars, if you are willing to take an earnest suggestion, lumping me in with the clinically insane because you do not understand is not an indictment of me or my faith, it’s your own shame.

You arrogantly dismiss the notion that someone might know something you don’t because you can’t handle the thought. It doesn’t fit your narrative nor sit well with the self-proclaimed tenets of your own little one man cult of self-idolatry.What do you do when you have no evidence to support your delusions, Lars? You lower yourself deeper into sin, propping up your your fool’s paradise on pillars of lies that have no basis in reality. I’m a coward, am I? I feel like say this every week, but it’s not my fault, you people force my hand. When I won this championship still wearing bandages for the open wounds I sustained in a First Blood match earlier in the night. When I beat Drake Jaegar and Jon McAdams at the awards show, that came just the week after the Extreme Elimination Chamber. While the likes of the Pizza Boy and Tyler Parker were licking their wounds, I was out there offering mine up to have McAdams’ jab his fingers in them. I wasn’t anywhere near my best when I walked into that ring. But I wasn’t afraid, Lars. The Lord was watching over me and he has anointed me with the strength to overcome odious pretenders like Jaegar, like McAdams...Like you. I’m not afraid to fight. By the contrary I consider it my most sacred vocation. Teaching malignant tumours like you the error of their ways is my reason for being in this buisness and i take it rather seriously. I may have been away recently but that doesn’t mean I have not been watching. Do you think me that haughty? That is rather presumptuous. But I suppose to err is only human. I forgive you, and I’ll forgive you also for that other mistake you made...Remember saying:

“You've beaten nearly everyone who's tried to step up to your level and to take that championship away from you.”

I know it’s been the best part of three months now, but Lars...I’m yet to defend the title. Yes, I know. I really wish I hadn’t needed to wait this long but... Oh dear. Who hasn’t been watching Showdown again? You haven’t even been doing your homework. Now this is what I’m trying to get through to you, Lars. All this information has been right in front of you since the beginning. But you are so blinded by your own ignorant pride that you only see what you want to see. You dream up some fantasy where you are monster among men and noone can stop you, but it isn’t real. You’ve misrecognized what you are up against and you you are a little too sure of your abilities. You know, you are a lot like Gotch in that regard. You know just how you want to market yourself and you repeat it...MANIFESTATION OF DESTRUCTION!!!...You repeat it so vociferously that forget anyone else, even you start to believe it. But I am not so easily convinced. The Destroyer, ‘Abbadon’ in the original Hebrew, is identified as one of the many wretched names of Lucifer himself. Of course, o manifestation of destruction, you are not he. You are not even a shadow or reflection. Despite what you may call yourself, you are naught but a man.

Still, what’s in a name? Names have power. Even those one gives himself. They are less readily legitimised, perhaps, than those imposed by the collective will. But any whimsical fancy spoken loudly enough and with ample repetition will gain followers and taken for granted acceptance. This plain acceptance, this dearth of critical judgement, this misrecognition of the sacred truth is a handily exploitable weakness. I'm not about to insult your intelligence. It would be low hanging fruit to simply mark you off as another brainless brute. Though I would also be wrong in doing so. No, I will render unto Caesar. I will afford you that much respect which belongs to you. As much as any of us, you are a child of God. And the Lord has gifted you many talents: your strength, your deftness as a fighter; this much is obvious. Yet, so too have you been anointed with those qualities which many are loathe to attribute to you. A calculated intelligence. The drive to claim what your heart desires. The tact to carefully construct that image you wish the masses to have of you. On the surface, you have all the tools, Lars. But inside you are rotten fruit. Your spirit is sullied by your sins and iniquities. Hubris blinkers your vision and sends you steamrolling straight down the road to the charnel house of perdition. If I can see right through you, so can God, and he shall have much graver things to say. I honestly hope that you may be redeemed before you must face Marx. Alas, salvation comes too late to save you from me. Recognize.

God Is Watching.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 18th 2017, 11:52 pm by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Empire Promo #3

“No Escape”

(Mao and Cloud appear before the camera)

All the interviews in the world won’t save you from my client’s wrath Ms. Song. Matsuda doesn’t underestimate you, she is merely aware of the extent of your talents. She’s fought the best this division has to offer, which gave her an insight on how to approach every opponent she encounters. My cient’s mother was a military officer, skilled in hand to hand combat. A soldier may be skilled in the ability to take their target quickly, but what happens when you face a foe who refuses to stand down? What will you do when every attempt to make your opponent submit fail? My client has never tapped out in her whole career. She’s fought better submission specialists such as Azumi Goto and Cailin Dillon and either have been able to make Stephanie submit. Do you think think someone like you will be the first? (laughs) You’re just as delusional as your fellow PTSD brethren. War is hell Ms. Song, and Matsuda is your Lucifer. Welcome to the ninth circle. There is no escape from the War Queen’s inferno.

(Cloud whispers into Mao’s ear)

As much as I want to continue about your mediocrity, my client wishes to continue her training. Be grateful for the time we have taken to make you famous. You would do well to take advantage of this opportunity- your fifteen minutes will end soon.

(Cloud and Mao walks off)

Re: EAW Promoz! January 18th 2017, 11:52 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

UNDER YOUR THUMB -- CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA.

Like I’ve said before -- the fact that I’ve entered into alliances was always out of want, not need. I’ve never needed to use anyone else to get ahead in this company, and I never will. That’s for the weak. If I was too ill-equipped to stand on my own two feet, I can guarantee you I’d have been outed by now. I’ve spent enough time outside of a stable for me to have potentially been exposed as someone who doesn’t have what it takes to stand on her own, but here I am -- not backing down from the likes of you and all too ready to take what belongs to your “sister” for only another week and some change. You like to believe I’d be the type to go out looking for allies to serve as insulation to shield me from the cold, hard realities of EAW, but everything major that I’ve done, I’ve done on my own. Vixens Championship? By myself. Empress of Elite? Sans help. Young Lions Cup? Not a helping hand in sight. Woman of the Year? All on my own. Goddamn, that sure is quite a few one-woman accomplishments for someone that you claim couldn’t seal the deal on her own if she tried, so allow me to reiterate -- I’ve linked up with people because I’ve wanted to. I’ve gone into every stable with the best possible intentions. How they’ve ended has never really had much to do with me, but I don’t get hung up on any of it. People like you, those who wanna see me fall, would love that. If anything, perhaps I need to be more careful of who I trust. Maybe I need to watch out for snakes in the grass who throw temper tantrums and swing steel chairs when they know their career is this close to being on life support. Maybe I need to be more wary of those who homie-hop from one stable to another and align themselves with someone who previously talked about them as if they were nothing. That’s the lesson I should perhaps take away from 2016, that I need to put my allies through a more rigorous screening process or something, but I won’t let it make me jaded. Vigilant, maybe, but not jaded, bitter, and overly paranoid. I also didn’t realize “all” the people I considered friends had turned on me. Since when did Cailin and Stephanie form the entirety of my inner circle? You’re just talking outta your ass now. Wanting to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with people I thought I could trust used to be a central desire for me, and evidently it’s become one that I need to reevaluate, but none of that has any bearing on whether or not I can handle business on my own. I don’t need human crutches. Having someone watch my six is now a case-by-case basis, and here, it’s a formality because I know for a fact you and Cailin are more than capable of pulling some shady shit. Still, when you take this L this week, your hard headed ass still won’t believe me. You’ll still be 100% convinced that I can’t do shit on my own. You can come see me one-on-one down the line if you’re really itching for a painful reality check. I wouldn’t need Cameron’s god-awful aim to help me, either.

I get it. You need to believe that I’m a weakling who’s fragile unless she’s got backup. You need to sell Tarah and I short because that’s what makes you feel like you and Cailin have got this in the bag. If, for even a second, you copped to the fact that Tarah and I aren’t the talentless wastes of space you’ve droned on about us being, everything falls apart for you. You don’t have shit to say unless you’re singing your own praises and spewing self-important bullshit. Outside of your neatly-defined little OG bubble, no one is important. No one is worth the time of day. No one else is deserving of anything even resembling praise. You said that it must’ve killed me to give you your props, but no, it didn’t. It never does. I’m not like you. I can appreciate someone’s abilities in one breath and talk about my contempt for them in the next. I do it all the time because I’m enough of a grown-up to do so. If someone’s good, I’ll say so, and I don’t need to be friends with them to say that. I already gave you a round of applause for what you’ve accomplished; you’re just in your feelings because I didn’t follow the gesture up with kissing your ass or saying that I agreed with anything that you said. You’re the one who can’t separate personal bullshit from someone’s highlight reel, not me. I used to think you didn’t bestow praise upon anyone that hadn’t been in the company as long as you had, but now, I’ve had to rethink it. Now, with girls like Cailin in the fold and pathetic broads like Veena having obviously been desperate for your approval, you have an issue with anyone who’s dared to not wanna live under your thumb. I don’t know if you hate me, or if you just hate the idea of anyone defying you. Maybe both? In a perfect world, anyone who didn’t fall in line when the OGs said so would be totally incapable of achieving anything on Empire, and now you’re pissy because you’ve found out that it wasn’t true. I don’t see this show or this division through rose-colored glasses. I do things my way, and whether you wanna admit it or not, I’ve got plenty to show for it...and I’m not even close to being done. It pains you to think that you alone aren’t powerful enough to stop my ascension. You have never been, and you never will be, although you don’t realize it. This match on Empire will be yet another instance of someone trying their damnedest to stomp on Aria Jaxon’s shine -- and failing. You can’t side-track me, Kendra. You can’t make me rethink my entire battle plan before I go to war with your crony. I’m still dreaming of a future where I continue to prove know-nothing bitches like you wrong. So you? You can stay bitter, keep your decommissioned championship, schedule that next appointment with Dr. 90210 for your much-needed Botox, whatever. It’s fine. You’re sleeping on me, and you shouldn’t be. I’m gonna shake your ass awake on my way to success, and there won’t be anything you can do about it. Sucks to suck, right?

Re: EAW Promoz! January 18th 2017, 11:24 pm by **Rex32**

Showdown Promo # 2

"It's Not Really That Simple"

The very basic writings on the wall read the same just as they did the last couple of weeks to me, if they are simply broken down in layman terms of course. The only differences are the who, the when, the where, and the why. Tiberius, if you are indeed taking mental notes at all as you claim to be, then you may have come to realize then that none of the high billing that comes with being hall of famers that Parker and Dubian are never mattered to me coming into this tournament. I never walked into this tournament believing Tyler Parker was on this whole other stratosphere compared to me, even as there was enough reason to revere him based off of his reputation alone. So while I did take that into consideration, I still went ahead anyway and told Parker over and over that I was indeed going to match him blow for blow, and that I was willing to bleed buckets if necessary to defeat him. I told Devan Dubian that I was going to go the length with him and beyond by besting him even as I did fully recognize that that being our second encounter he would have me more well scouted and would dish out whatever punishment to me in that ring was necessary to walk away the victor. What it comes down to though, all it comes down to is that the others underestimated me, it's really that simple. I never claimed at any point that I was at their level, or that I was battle tested like them. They underestimated me, like I said. There should be no doubt or second guessing about that. There is no perhaps. Yes, I did state that they may find better or equally satisfying opportunities outside this tournament and in the back of their minds they knew this, and it looks like that just so happens to be the case. So thanks for basically reiterating what I had already brought to light previous in your last video feed. Thanks so much for that, Tiberius. However, back to what I was saying. They underestimated me, they underestimated the determination and drive that I had to prove something not only to myself, but also from those who were watching on television at home to the people who run the show around here. I needed to prove that it didn't matter that those hall of famers carry stacked resumes and vaunted reputations, because I was going to look past that anyways right from the start and show that I could still step between those ropes and get the job done. So when you start trying to claim that you know me better than I know myself, I start to chuckle a bit at the thought of it. Listening to you stand there and exalt yourself as if I were some amateur, a rookie here with less than a month's worth of experience. It's hilarious. Tyler Parker didn't have to tell me that he knew me better than I know myself, and neither did Devan Dubian, even if it wasn’t true. I could make an argument that they perhaps had me more figured out than you, especially Dubian who really did have his heart set on dissecting his way through this tournament. Point I'm making, Tiberius, is you have me smirking right now rather than wanting to rearrange your jaw, because it's so easy to recognize the conjecture you throw out about me. It's being used in a desperate attempt to find the opening you need to exploit me. Plus points here, minus points there. You figure a bunt is a much smarter judgement call when stepping up to the plate rather than try for the home run in the early innings, so you'll wait until later innings to go for all the marbles and hit that home run when I least expect it, right? That ain't layman, but then again it's easier for our listeners to understand that metaphor rather than bringing up about black clouds, gust, lightning being thrown at me. A storm wouldn’t faze me, honestly. Yes, I understand that my never-quit ever motto and always showing this relentless desire to continue to scratch and claw for everything I get when you roll into Rex City isn't that ideal for a debonair brazen like yourself. It's a concept that doesn’t interest you much, probably annoys you more than anything. The way you might think is, oh yeah, the blue collar work ethic might be great and all, but I'm far too charming and charismatic to lower myself to partake in such an undertaking. Not when I can just take something whenever I want that should’ve been mine all along. All that may be floating through your mind, but that's all you see when comparing me to yourself, because that's all you recognize with the naked eye. You judge a book by its cover and assume that you have everything right in the palm of your hand. It's okay, I get it. We're all only human. We're predominantly visual, but then comes the part where you then have to hope deep down that that IS all there is to it. You have to hope that ole Murphy’s Law doesn't come into play in my favor again, a concept I'm sure you understand full well about, no? See, the first couple of weeks of this tournament for me has shown me that, especially in the case of Devan Dubian, as we all saw Crash make Devan take his eye off the ball for just a moment. I warned him too that his first big mistake would be his last. On Showdown I offer you the same warning, but since you've got me all figured out there shouldn't be anything for you to worry about.

Everything you thought you knew will prove to be null.

You’re someone who acts on a higher plane of existence from those before you, huh? You sound similar to Parker, who believed he was a God amongst men. I mean, how can this be? How can you actually act at a higher plane from those that came before you? Shouldn't YOU be the Answers World Champion then? Lannister got the briefcase, and you didnt. What's that say for him? Does he too act an an even higher plane of existence then the rogue, Jones? No, that's too easy, because as we all have come to understand by now a Lannister always pays his debts. Or, in the very least shouldn’t YOU be in that triple threat match challenging for the belt at King of Elite? Oh, but thats right! Of course you would have had to qualify for the chamber match at Redemption, but you didn’t, did you? That’s why you wish it were Devan Dubian right now, and some lamb being lead to slaughter like me, right Tiberius? Devan Dubian kept you out of the world title discussion. Does that mean he acts at an even higher plane than you too? Oh, but then who can forget Rite of Passage where you were in firm control of your destiny? Can you see at all in the least why I would have quite the hard time finding you to be on a higher plane of existence to be believable? Before you got hot in this tournament to get to this point you were humbled a bit to end of last year as you stated already. You should be more mindful of those humbling experiences instead of poking the bear here. It could come back to bite you when you least expect it, just as it could this Saturday. You hold no sovereign here, and yes I’m able to see clearly that you don’t. Then you want to waste a couple of minutes of everyone's time speaking of things the common man doesn't even begin to explore, when considering this matchup, such as symbolism? That's not what these people care to know about. So I'll do all the listeners a favor this time around and bypass all that since none of that will affect the outcome of our match. You don't really seem to understand how much you are playing right into my hands right now, Tiberius. I'm boring. I'm basically a nobody, and that is something you have pointed out, but that's nothing notable or new to these people. You on the other hand to your credit seem to understand this too, and all you can seem to do is talk yourself up with hopes of not exposing too much to me for me to work with, but that hope has run thin because you have. You have exposed yourself a great deal so far this week, and unfortunately for you I'm picking you apart. Come Showdown I'm going to show Tiberius Jones why he holds no sovereign over this brand, and more importantly over me. In the end, I'm going to show Tiberius Jones that this?...is only the beginning.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 18th 2017, 11:12 pm by **Amelie Larrieux**

The scene opens up and the only thing we see in the room is a red leather couch. The hardwood floors were a light color a nice contrast to the dark walls. Nothing else was in the room except for the couch as the faint sounds of Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” softly flow through the space. Soon the sound of designer heels clicking on the hardwood floor meshes along wit the music as French born Amelie Larrieux struts her way into the scene, taking a seat in the middle of the red leather couch. The song continues to play in the background as Amelie’s legs cross at her ankles, showing off her freshly purchased black Christian Louboutin pumps. In her hand was a sheer silver champagne flute, brimming with the finest sparkling wine.

AMELIE LARRIEUX

“Last week, I made my feelings known about the state of this show. Yes, I am a new person on Empire and it isn’t easy to make my mark on this show. Everyone seems to be aligned with other people and that leaves me out in the cold, but then again I don’t really get along with many people so it doesn’t come as a surprise to me. Yeah, I mentioned the fact that just because all the top ladies have someone in their corner doesn’t mean that they’re not talented… but I was wrong. Because they’re all reliant on those people and probably wouldn’t be in the places they were if they had to go about it all by themselves. And the fans that are out there and watch it are too stupid to realize that the show would be a better place if there were all these buddy buddy groupings out there. I have one loss and one win going for me and I’ve done it all by myself. This is the beginning of a long road that everyone is just going to have to get used to. Now I’m not saying that I’ll pass up the chance to team up with someone to wreak havoc on Empire and put all these ungrateful, stupid bitches in their rightful places. Hopefully the two champions were paying close attention to what I said last week because I was dead serious about putting them on notice. I will be coming for those titles, well one at a time, someday and I want them and everyone else to be ready for that day. Soon, everyone will see me as the best woman in Empire ever.”

Amelie shook her head as she took a sip of her wine. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back onto the top of her head into a long, slick ponytail that extended down to her waist. Her low cut black jumpsuit hugged every curve and even showed some off.

AMELIE LARRIEUX

“Now this week… I have a chance to prove the words that I said last week when I step into the ring against Megan Raine. Ugh… what a basic bitch name. Next we’re going to find out she wears Ugg boots and regularly goes to Starbucks for a vanilla bean Frappuccino.”

Amelie rolls her eyes as she took another sip of her drink.

AMELIE LARRIEUX

“So Megan won last week… congratulations… big whoop. I won my debut match too. I doubt that she’s going to be able to do it again because she’s facing me this week. I’ve been in her shoes and have done some of the same things that she has. But I give her credit for having the balls to step into the ring. We both might come from Europe where being involved in sports is something that is normal and we get very, very passionate about what we do. So I have to applaud her efforts for thinking that she can do this. But I’m going to just have to prove to her that just because she’s a model doesn’t mean she has what it takes to make it. Megan Raine is just another pretty face with an ugly ass lion tattoo on her finger. Every person who walks into this business and wins their first match immediately starts to exude a sort of confidence that starts to resemble cockiness more than anything. Take it from me when I say that’s the truth because two weeks ago… I was that person. Think carefully about the things you say and the way you act Megan because this Thursday you’ll be brought into a reality unlike any other. I’m going to shut you down the same way that Tarrah Nova shut me down two weeks ago. You’re going to have to learn things here the way that I had to learn things. You’re not special just because you’re from the United Kingdom.”

Amelie kept her eyes locked on the camera in front of her as she too another sip from her glass.

AMELIE LARRIEUX

“You have a lot to prove Megan if you think that you can beat me. You’re not the only here on this roster with amazing talent and abilities. You’re not any more special than anyone else on this roster. So you need to get that crap out of your head really fast or you’re going to be going back to the UK with no dignity and your tail tucked under you… full of shame because you failed miserably. But don’t worry… I’ll make sure that happens to you sooner than later so you don’t feel too bad about looking like a total fool. I’ve only had two matches and this one against you is my third… but things are looking really bright for my future. I’m going to be chasing things like title shots and big matches while you are looking on from the sidelines. Did you not see my promo last week on Empire? Oh yeah that’s right… you were too oblivious from your measly little win to pay attention to what I had to say. You are just the type of person that I was talking about last week. You probably earn more money modeling than you do here. So please stop wasting all of our time and go back. None of us want you here. If you want to see what I’m really like, keep talking like you have been and thinking that you’re better than me. Don’t you know my history? I’m here because I have an anger issue and this is my outlet. Nobody wanted to work with me because I would throw stuff at the photographers and slap the other models around. So if you want to lose modeling jobs because you’re bruised with patches of hair missing, then step to me little girl. I’ll make those stupid bum fights look calm compared to what I have planned for you. My goal is to be the next Cailin Dillon or Brody Sparks and I am going to get to that point.”

Amelie took one last sip from the glass before tossing it over her shoulder. The sound of glass shattering can be heard as a sly, devilish smile began to creep it’s way onto Amelie’s face.

AMELIE LARRIEUX

“I’ve worked tremendously hard to get to where I am and sooner rather than later I’m going to be a champion and everything will be just the way that I want it to. And if you don’t like it… pack your bags and get the hell out of dodge. I’m not going anywhere little girl. Besides… everything France is way better than shitty ol’ England. I am richer than you, I am a better wrestler than you and I’m sure as hell way hotter than you. You’ll learn that soon… real soon. See you this Thursday.”

In one swift motion, Amelie was up on her feet and walking out of camera shot as the Beethoven classic continues to play in the background. The scene slowly fades away as the camera remains focused in on the red couch.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 18th 2017, 9:55 pm by **Drastik**

(A video montage of Drastik quickly typing and looking intently at multiple computer screens is shown. He looks to be studying something very carefully, wearing glasses and sipping from a mug of coffee sporadically as he scribbles down notes. The room is completely dark and it doesn’t appear clear what time it is. The camera shifts around until it’s over his shoulder and catches a glimpse of blatant pornography. The cameraman shouts and jerks the camera away, “What the hell, dude? You can’t include that in a professional video package!” Drastik quickly blanks out two of the screens and pulls up a YouTube video of highlights from his match with Elijah Stewart, trying to play off like he was preparing for his upcoming match. He turns around in his chair, not showing any embarrassment whatsoever, tapping his fingers together before looking down at his crotch and pulling his shirt down to try to cover his lap. The cameraman says, “It’s out of the shot.” Drastik nods and then begins speaking.)

I’m over here having déjà vu, to tell you the truth. I mean, obviously we’ve crossed paths before when I was in my little confrontation with Jon McAdams and you were wheeling around his luggage for him, but I’m talking about more recently than that. I know you probably didn’t pay much attention to what Elijah Stewart had to say to me or what I had to say to him, but I’m noticing the same exact trends. First and foremost, sexism for the second week in a row? I get it if this was still 2008 and we had guys walking around this place with name tags that literally read “Jericho is Kewl” or where we still pluralize anything by adding a “z” instead of an “s” to the end, but I thought the sexism was long gone by now. I mean, we’ve had women hold “male” championships for god’s sake, yet here you are running me down by asking me why I’m not on Empire instead of Voltage? You’re asking me why not gun for the Women’s Championship or the Specialist’s Championship as if that’s supposed to be some dig. Newsflash, buddy: the reason I’m not allowed within one hundred feet of any Empire event is because I’m packing heat in my trousers—not as much as Ahren Fournier, admittedly, but enough to get me by—and I guess also that one vacation in 2011 in Cancun plays a roll in it too, but that’s for another time. But my point here is—well, firstly that it’s 2017 dude, and if you’re going to make a joke about me hitting like a girl, might as well insult my mom and threaten to drop me out of your top friends on Myspace too, but also—that really, when it comes down to it, you don’t have any real, substantial thing to say about me that should make me or anyone else believe that you’ve got so much as a fighting chance to win this Sunday. Sure, I can entertain your question with a quick remark about how it’d be pretty rad to cross out “King of Elite” and “EAW World Champion” off of my career to-do list like I’m at Costco shopping for condoms in bulk, but that’s not entirely the reason why I’m here, and I think you know that. Well, maybe you don’t. Because for some reason, you think a lot of things that just aren’t really true. First off, you really think that Voltage was fine before I showed up? Voltage isn’t even “fine” right now and I’ve been back for a couple months. I’ve gone in depth about how much this brand has faltered in the last couple years, and I’ll tell you right now that you filling up the card with pre-show level matches with local indie talents isn’t and hasn’t been getting the job done. And don’t get me wrong; I do commend you for at least getting this far and defeating a couple of guys who were arguably originally seen as being at your level. But for you to think that I need this match to be interviewed and invited to podcasts and have articles written about me is preposterous. That stuff has always been going on, whether it was me just showing up randomly to Voltage two months ago for a return or anytime I’ve won a world championship or all the way back to my rookie year in this industry when I was not only voted as the top new athlete in this promotion but also finished as a finalist in “Extremist of the Year”. I know you’re all about show—all about the headlines and breaking tweets and clicks to the articles about you—but I can assure you that I do it better. You talk about controversy? I bring controversy every single place that I go. And it’s not just because I show up and make wild claims; it’s because I turn the establishment upside down and do things that people feel aren’t how it should work. You see guys who were “next up” get their window passed up on because I decided to come back and steal the spotlight. You see champions just looking to cement themselves for once lose to me even though I’ve “been out of it too long”. It doesn’t ever feel right because each person here is supposed to have a shelf life—they’re supposed to come in, rise up, fall, and leave. That’s how it’s supposed to work. They’re only supposed to have one run in them if they’ve got any at all, and they’re supposed to give way to the next person so that everyone gets their turn and everyone is happy in the end. That’s the idealized fantasy that everyone’s got. But that isn’t how it works with me.

Just like them, you’ve fallen into the trap of letting your own wild, unsupported fantasies take advantage of your better judgment. You’ve blindly repeated yourself a million times saying that you’ll beat me that you, for whatever reason, actually believe that I don’t stand a chance. It’s the same thing I heard from Elijah Stewart. It’s the same thing I heard from anyone before—Liam Catterson or Extreme Enigma or Johnny Ventura or Y2Impact or Captain Charisma. People say this every single time, and it is SO easy to just blindly say things. I can tell the people right now that you leave your pubic shavings all over the locker room bench or that you lost a bet in high school that had you forced to get a tattoo of your fourth period teacher’s face on your left ass cheek or that you have a collection of toe nail clippings in a jar in your refrigerator because you think that it’ll replace the American dollar as currency one day. But with any of these things, if I made any of these claims, you would roll your eyes and scoff at me and call me an idiot because I’m not supporting them. And so long as I’m not right about them, you’ll provide proof of why I’m an idiot—you’ll get a testimony from locker-mate that you don’t actually ever shave your pubes or you’ll show the letter you had your parents write to say you were actually going to drop out of high school or you’ll take a picture of your refrigerator and say, “See! I don’t have a jar of toenail clippings in my refrigerator; they’re in my closet!” And when you do that, then we get closer to the truth, whatever that might be. This is all the same, Showman. When someone throws out that they can beat me but they’re packing a resume like yours, you know what it tells me? It tells me that they’ve already mailed it in—that they don’t actually have anything but blind faith leading them into believing that they have even a fraction of a chance to do what they wish they could do. You said it yourself that everything comes down to winning, in the end. And maybe you’re right about that. Maybe you’ve even strung together a couple of victories in a row and that’s why you’re here. But all the while, you act as though I haven’t done the same—that I haven’t made a career, molded my success, around the fact that all I continue to do is win. Do you think that two-dozen or so championships I’ve won were just handed off to me? That I just happened to be selected by a committee looking to crown an inaugural champion? No. Never. I scratched and clawed and defied the odds when the deck was stacked against me, and then when I figured out how to take advantage of the system, I made sure to put myself in the best position to succeed. You wanted to talk about winning, so let’s hear about it, Mike: tell me about the championships you won. Tell me about the previous tournaments you’ve won. Tell me about the big-time main event that you’ve won. Tell me any of it. Because sure, I hear you loud and clear that you’ve won matches here before, but almost everyone has. Winning matches is a start, stringing them together might be worth a little bit more, but putting yourself over the top and getting that decisive victory that cements yourself is a completely different ballgame. I’m sure you’ll tell me that you haven’t received your opportunity to do that just yet. But after this week, there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind that you had an opportunity to get that decisive victory—and that’s all it’ll be. I don’t have to buy into your potential because you pass yourself off to be some sort of wildcard who has yet to fail. The proof is in the fact that you haven’t been in this position before. You are not on the same level as me and that’s a definitive fact whether you look at the recent or distant past.

It kind of admittedly hurt my feelings when you called me a penis just because I’m confident in my abilities—and really, can you blame me? I’ve won all these championships anyways. I don’t see why I should doubt myself now. But I think what stuck to me more was that you think that I haven’t had this planned out. You act like there was a lapse in judgment when I got jumped by you and McAdams’ kickstarter project, Carson Ramsay. I can see why you might think that, but I’ll tell you the same exact thing that I told Ahren Fournier right before we officially became best friends and got matching friendship bracelets to wear to our press conferences: the Hardcore Championship was only to get my foot in the door. I saw a need that Voltage had and I filled it by coming in to take the Hardcore Championship from Nathan Fiora, and in doing so, any concern there was that I wasn’t at the very least competent enough to compete at some championship level was cast away. And as soon as I won it, sure it was funny to run around the company and act snobby as if I had conquered an almighty beast when it was really just Nathan Fiora, but what I had to do was already done. The 24/7 rule wasn’t just thrown out there because I had a death sentence or thought that everyone would play fair. What kind of idiot would I be to believe that I would be under contractual obligation to defend my championship any time and any place and think that no one would jump me? Of course I knew someone would. And when I was, sure it’d hurt and it’d frustrate me, but the weight of the championship would be off of my shoulder and onto someone else’s. By losing that championship, it put me in the pool of guys that could be thrown into the King of Elite Tournament mix. Who knows? Maybe I would have been in Jon McAdams’ position had I not lost that championship, had I not enforced that 24/7 rule. Maybe Voltage’s inept staff would have looked at me, holding a championship, and thought, “Hey, I bet we could spread the money around the card by having Drastik compete in a Hardcore Championship defense at King of Elite instead of being part of the tournament!” By dropping the championship, I inserted myself into something far more prestigious. This was the plan all along, and I can assure you of it. That’s why weeks ago, I was half-assing my responses. I wasn’t giving you or McAdams or Ramsay any sort of time because the outcome didn’t matter at all. I knew at the end of the day that if I proved to look halfway decent in the ring, I’d get this shot. And THEN I would turn on the jets and show the world that Voltage has captured lightning in a bottle that’s bound to break out at King of Elite. Jesus. I’m on a roll. “Lightning” in a bottle? “Voltage”? That’s clever as hell dude. I swear, I hadn’t even planned that one! We’re gonna have to end it right there, boys. Cut to the outro!

(The cameraman, not even bothering to argue, turns the camera away as Drastik tells him to let him get back to his “studying” for the match. The camera clicks off, cutting the package to black. Before it concludes, solid white text flashes across the screen, but holds a second longer, just as Drastik had asked the editing staff to do. Apparently, Mike Showman really likes it.)

SAIL

The Macon Coliseum, Macon, Georgia

Stew-O: I can’t wait for King of the Elite! The tournament has certainly not disappointed. EAW’s future is definitely getting brighter and brighter as we speak. Well we are about ready for tonight’s next match! Let’s get to Amber.

Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first standing in the corner to my left, from the Bronx, New York and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-seven pounds. He is The Majestic One…AGUSTIN...GATESSSSSSSSSS!

Stew-O: Agustin had a very good showing last week in Boston in a deadlifting contest against a local native. Now he’s looking to continue that here tonight, against the newcomer Sin Carne.

Jake Mercer: His Majesty has a sizable weight advantage, that will give him a boost in the power game, especially since Sin Carne has bit of size advantage as a brawler.

Stew-O: I wouldn’t write anyone off in this match, we could have a barn burner here on our hands.

Garcia: And his opponent, standing in the corner to my right, from The Falsifiability Criterion… weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds… Sin Carne!

Stew-O: The introductions are done and we are ready to start this thing!

Jake Mercer: It’s about damn time. Let’s just chalk up another victory for The 24-carat Male.

DING DING DING

With The Armada nowhere to be found, Sin Carne actually felt he had a fighting chance tonight. Sin Carne walked to the middle of the ring showing no fear, waving for PRW’s Undisputed Champion to just bring it. Agustin stood laughing in the corner as he walked in, meeting him mid ring. The two stood nose to nose jawing at each other, when Sin Carne gave Agustin a shove! The crowd actually enjoyed the sight, a brief pop echoing in the jam packed arena. Maintaining his focus on the most arrogant and egotistical gladiator had ever witnessed, Sin Carne couldn’t help but smirk as he pointed to his ears. He and Gates could hear a “SIN CARNE!” chant beginning to kick off. Agustin took a couple steps back and then returned the shove. Sin Carne fell to the mat and rolled backwards into the corner!

Stew-O: Sin Carne definitely has a mountain to climb in the size category, given his lack of speed, this could be a tough match for him.

Agustin walked toward Sin Carne bending over and waves for him to bring it, smiling as he backed up to the middle of the ring. The crowd was booing and jeering the proud World Champion, none of their words having any effect on The Majestic One. Popping his pecs several times before the big lug, Gates had a look on his face that read he wasn’t going to do much sweating here tonight.

Jake Mercer: The greatest Undisputed Champion PRW has ever seen is just toying with him. Sin Carne is gonna have to change whatever game plan he had, and quick, because he isn’t going to out muscle the future King of EAW. Take notes Ironico. Cause this could be you this Friday.

Sin Carne returned to his feet, shaking it off as he hopped around the ring. The Crimson Ghost then lunged into a collar and elbow tie up. Agustin immediately shoved Sin Carne to the ground once again! Sin Carne rolled over standing up slapping the ropes in frustration. Agustin began talking trash laughing at Sin Carne, and The Crimson Ghost met him in the middle of the ring. Trevor Hendricks tried to break it up trying to get the match started, and Agustin LITERALLY picked the ref up and moved him out of the way. The official was left speechless with his mouth hanging open, the audience unable to hold back a few giggles as he gently placed back down on the canvas. Before the ref could turn around Sin Carne kicked Agustin right in the jewls! Right away, the EAW Universe erupted with joy and content, many delighted to see Gates getting a taste of his own medicine. “SIN CARNE!” chants sounded in the arena but this time with more vitality. The Majestic One was engulfed in burning pain in his lower region, inhaling a deep breath with his eyes appearing they were ready to pop out of their sockets. Gates had never felt such pain in his life like the one he was enduring at the moment. While his mind was going haywire from the cheap shot, a single thought crept in his mind. After the match he needed to ask Sin Carne where he purchases his boots from.

Stew-O: THAT will even out any advantage!

Jake Mercer: HE CHEATED! THIS MATCH NEEDS TO END IN A DISQUALIFICATION!

Agustin dropped to his knees, Sin Carne following that up with a snap DDT!

Stew-O: And thanks to that cheap shot Sin Carne has found a way to take control of this match!

Sin Carne knew that he couldn’t allow Agustin to recover, immediately mounting his back and began to rain down hammer punches on the back of the head of his opponent. The Regal One managed to fight over and get back on his back, grabbing Sin Carne with both hands and getting to a standing position. Gates was still suffering from Carne’s cheap shot, a crinkly look on his face as he struggled to fully return to a vertical base. He was on wobbly legs, and his vision was taking too long to clear up. Lifting Sin Carne into the air with a strenuous choke lift and throwing him to the ground, Sin Carne somehow landed on his feet stumbling back into the ropes. The viewers had to admit that was pretty cool, applauding the masked actor for his impressive recovery. With the momentum from bouncing off the ropes, he leveled Agustin with a vicious clothesline. Sin Carne fell to one knee, trying to catch his breath from the choke lift, but ran and hit the opposite side ropes running right back into Agustin. In the nick of time, The Majestic King lifted up Sin Carne and fell backwards dropping him throat first on the top rope.

Stew-O: Ohhh! And this is the kind of fight that Sin Carne is in for all night, if he can’t get the big man down!

Jake Mercer: That’s gonna be easier said than done. Agustin has nearly done it all in only his three years of professional wrestling. He isn’t just anyone you can challenge to a fight, and expect to get an upper hand. The King has been undefeated for exactly three hundred and eleven days! Sin Carne has no chance against EAW’s Best Prospect.

As Sin Carne tried to catch his breath as he stumbled over into the turnbuckle. His right hand was clasped around his throat, breathing through his nostrils trying to push through his pain and grogginess knowing Gates would be on top of him shortly. Speaking of the PRW’s Undisputed Champion, Agustin began hammering down on the head of Sin Carne as if he was trying to bust him open with his bare hands. The intensity and speed of the strikes abruptly picked up, for some reason his opponent’s mask triggering something within him. The image of a man donning a mask similar to a bull appeared in his mind, triggering something vile within the World Champion to emerge. Sin Carne was dazed and Agustin sat him on the top rope, stepping up to the middle rope making everyone believe Gates was looking for a superplex. Many left their seats everyone’s attention fully glued on the impending splash. But Sin Carne bit Gates in the face, the audience filling the arena with grossed out sounds and applause, shoving him off the turnbuckle. As Agustin fell backwards to the mat, tending to his hurting head, Sin Carne stepped up to the top and leaped off the top rope with an impressive looking body splash. Once he connected and hooked the leg, Ash quickly moved in to count the fall.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Jake Mercer: Not enough!

Stew-O: Not yet anyway.

Sin Carne knew what his strategy was now and he couldn’t let the larger man recover, so he immediately pulled him up to his feet. He threw Gates into the ropes and bounced off the opposite side, nailing the champion with a lighting quick bicycle kick to the face! Sin Carne again went for the cover, imploring the official to hurry to his side, tasting a major opportunity in the near future if he somehow defeated the King of EAW.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Stew-O: Another kickout from Agustin!

The crowd groaned loudly, many feeling Sin Carne nearly had the match in the bag. The Crimson Ghost himself couldn’t believe that his bicycle kick didn’t put the Undisputed Champion away. With the baffled look across Carne’s face, the official reassured him that it was exactly a two count holding up two fingers in his face. The electric crowd certainly couldn’t believe how close this match has been so far, especially with Sin Carne’s lack of experience in a EAW ring. But somehow he was holding his own against The Dastardly Monarch. Not wanting to waste any valuable time thinking about what he could have done better to defeat Gates, Sin Carne picked up the Undisputed Champion but this time was met with three hard elbow shots to the mid section. Stumbling, Agustin gained the advantage and lifted up Sin Carne into a vertical suplex.

Jake Mercer: Look at the power from the Undisputed Champion!

Agustin held Sin Carne up in the vertical for a good ten seconds before falling backwards, crashing down to the mat. He picked up the dazed and confused Sin Carne, slamming him with a scoop slam before going to the head looking for The Great Divide (Dragon Sleeper submission). Agustin easily overpowered Sin Carne and locked it in! Macon was pouring all of it’s heart and soul into willing Sin Carne to power out of the move, and extend the thrilling match a little while longer. The straining look crossing his face urged the fans to cheer louder for The Crimson Ghost, his eyes gradually rolling up in his head. Gates was putting all of his might and ferocity into the deadly submission hold, which had claimed him many victories in his three years plus run in PRW and other wrestling promotions. Tonight, Gates was hungry to claim another victim tonight with his infamous move. Trevor Hendricks was on one knee, with enough distance between the warriors and himself, watching very closely in case Sin Carne was ready to call it quits tonight. The Essence of Masculinity, Temptation, and Lust emitted a virulent battle cry as he applied further punishment on the unyielding submission.

Stew-O: And this one is as good as over, if he can’t get to the ropes!

Sin Carne struggled in pain, reaching out for the ropes even blindly lunging toward them but he was just a few inches too far away! Sin Carne was close to tapping out, making the crowd plead him to dig deep and find the resolve to continue, the ref was right there to call the bell if he does… but Sin Carne takes one last lunge toward the bottom rope and this time he grabs it! Macon was beyond elated to see The Crimson Ghost was able to remain alive, a few holding their breaths and others seen high fiving one another. And then all of the cheers and energy was sucked dry at what occurred next. The ref called for the break, but Agustin used up every second of that five count! Carne was doing all he could to prevent himself from passing out of lack of oxygen. Even his grip on the bottom rope began to diminish, the official barking out the numbers in Agustin’s ears fearing for the well being of Sin Carne. Milking in the rapid and blaring five count, Gates continued to emit his contemptible battle cry.

Jake Mercer: And Sin Carne is just barely saved by the bottom rope.

At four and a half, Sin Carne was liberated from the vile hold rolling over onto his back to catch his breath. The rookie’s entire body was engulfed in a wave of magma hot pain, truly unable to get himself up to a vertical base. His limbs were beginning to feel like lead each time he tried to move one of them. Sin Carne definitely needed some time to recover. But not for long. Agustin went to grab him, however Sin Carne pulled him down and Agustin fell through the middle and top rope to the arena floor. The individuals seated in the front row rocketed out of their seats, watching as Gates collapses on his back, once again tending to his hurting cranium. The Bronx native rolled up into a miniature ball of pain, really ticked off at how a rookie was making him look like a total fool on live television. After catching his breath and shaking out the cobwebs, Sin Carne followed suit completely blocking out his body’s wishes to stop and desist. There was too much on the line to pass up this opportunity because of a headache and a few booboos. Sin Carne knew that his career so far in EAW has been nothing but deplorable. And tonight, he truly believed he could turn that all around with a victory tonight against PRW’s forty-fourth Undisputed Champion. Extending his head over the middle rope, Trevor Hendricks demanded that the match be brought back in the squared circle.

Once his feet touched down on the mat, Sin Carne shoved Agustin from behind and he just nicked the turnbuckle post. The Majestic One’s entire world was turned upside down with the collision of the post. The sound of steel and skull meeting one another echoed throughout all of The Macon Coliseum, being drowned out by merciless celebration of the lively crowd. However, when a disoriented Agustin turned around his face became a recipient for further punishment, and a landing spot for a jumping big boot to the face from Sin Carne. It didn’t keep him down for long though, Sin Carne grabbed The Majestic One and looked to slam his head down on the steel steps but Agustin blocked it and slammed Sin Carne down instead. Sin Carne bounced off and grabbed his head, with his back turned to Agustin, Sin Carne was grabbed by the waist and Agustin performed a German suplex on the outside but they were too close to the ring apron! And Sin Carne’s head bounced off the edge of the ring!

“OOOOHHHHHH!!!”

Stew-O: That was nasty! Look on the replay, you can see Sin Carne’s head just snap back after hitting the edge of the canvas!

Agustin showed no mercy as the ref tried to check on Sin Carne, Agustin shoved the ref away and tossed Sin Carne back in the ring who was still holding the back of his head. Sin Carne got up holding the back of his head as the Undisputed Champion stood stoic in the ring waiting for him to turn around. And when he did Sin Carne walked right into the Dethroned (Discus Clothesline)!

Jake Mercer: OHHH boy! Say goodnight Sin Carne!

Sin Carne fell like a sack of potatoes after eating all of that discus clothesline. Plopping themselves back in their seats, all those watching knew it was game, set, and match. With Sin Carne on his back, Gates haughtily covered him with his forearm nailed down on his chin, and the ref quickly made the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Agustin rose from off his opponent, looking down at the limp Sin Carne with a sadistic bloody smile on his face. The ref told him to get back as medical personnel hit the ring to check on Sin Carne.

Garcia: Your winner of this match, The Majestic One Agustin Gates!

Stew-O: Agustin Gates picks up yet another win here tonight. He's off to a great start here in the new year, and will hope to see this continue this Friday night on the FIGHT Network against the company's Ironic Bull, El Ironico. Folks, we will be back after-

Jake Mercer: Not so so fast Stew! His Majesty has something to say here tonight in Macon, Georgia!

While Sin Carne was being checked on outside of the squared circle, Gates had in his possession his Undisputed Championship and a microphone. After hanging his prized crown over his left shoulder, The Majestic One signaled for his theme to be taken off the air. Allowing the live crowd to voice their thoughts on the match and their champion for a brief moment, Gates used the time to regain his composure by checking on his mesmerizing good looks making sure nothing was broken. Moving his stiff neck from side to side, doing a few breathing exercises to calm his nerves, Gates positioned himself in the heart of the ring.

Agustin: I’ll keep this short like Dixie’s run as champion. DID YOU SEE ROOKIE?! DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID TO SOMEONE WHO DRESSES UP EVERYDAY AND NIGHT?! IDIOTA YOUR KING IS SPEAKING TO YOU, SO LISTEN UP! Ironico, from your abecedarian promo it seems you truly believe you’ll defeat me Friday. You sounded pretty convinced that you have the winning formula to once again bring my shoulders down on the canvas. Ironico, you might have weaseled your way in getting Monroe to book us in rematch, and your demise. But get it twisted little man. You might have said you have fought in your entire life. However, this coming Friday you’ll wish you never fought a seething king.

Pausing as he adjusted his championship over his shoulder, a super sweaty Gates stared long and hard at the camera closeby. He hoped his challenger was listening very carefully, and had watched his match as well.

Agustin: Our highly anticipated match will take place on January twentieth, and whole world will witness me taking you to the slaughterhouse. You’re scared of me. And come Friday, Ironico you’ll be given enough why you should request your release from EAW. NOW ALL OF YOU BOW BEFORE YOUR KING……….AGUSTIN GATES!

Jeremiah-I’m a Star played on the massive speakers as Agustin tossed the microphone to one side, hoisting his championship high in the air with EAW’s logo appearing on the bottom right hand corner of millions of television screens. With the house show coming to an end, everyone couldn’t help but wonder how El Ironico would respond after The Majestic One’s sinister comments.

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