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Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 4:58 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

UNCHALLENGED -- COPENHAGEN, DENMARK.

At a certain point, I realized that your view of this match differed from mine, just slightly. The way I look at it, it’s just you and me one-on-one. That was what I thought you felt, too. But, as I’ve listened to you, I’ve realized that’s not completely true. It’s you vs. me on paper, but in your head, it may also be you vs. me, the people in the crowd who may not understand your motivations, everyone in the back who’s been blind enough not to see your value, and any of the powers that be and imaginary gods that you think would rather see me at the apex than you. It’s far from a conspiracy theory, but it’s got me raising my eyebrow anyway. I never knew you felt that way before now. I’m beginning to think that, for you, a victory over me isn’t just a successful defense, a means to establish dominance, or a way to notch a certified Match of the Year candidate. If you beat me, you feel like you’ve beaten the establishment, like you’ve upset a sort of precarious balance. This isn’t just about me anymore. You’ve passed off the delusions and fuck-ups of everyone from Sheridan to Kendra off on me, and...I can’t help but be understanding. I don’t really like the idea of potentially being a stand-in for every hard-headed bitch before me that didn’t grasp the severity of the situation she was in, but I get it. I can’t guarantee I wouldn’t have a chip on my shoulder if I saw things your way. Despite how great you are and the fact that anyone who’s ever seen you in action knows what you're capable of, there are still people who haven’t given you your just due, and more often than not, it’s been what tripped them up in the end. But not me. I know you can’t truly call yourself prepared unless you know exactly what you’re dealing with, and if anyone in the world knows how much it will take out of you to beat Cailin Dillon, it’s me. I’ve been there. I don’t think it necessarily entitles me to a victory this time around, but I’m sure it’ll be refreshing for you to be dealing with someone who actually acknowledges what you can do. And yes, I know you don’t really care if the person you’re facing gives you your props, but I’m sure you enjoyed knowing that people like Sheridan were handicapping themselves beyond repair ahead of time by going into the whole situation with blinders on. I know what I’m up against, and even when I take into consideration the odds that I’m facing, I still feel like I can do this. I can’t afford to feel any other way. The person I’m facing doesn’t doubt herself, so why should I?

As it stands right now, being a champion again means everything to me, and it doesn’t matter much to me that I’m chasing a completely different championship than the one I held previously. If anything, having had it slip from my hands so quickly the first time around has only strengthened my resolve to get back to that point. Before I’d ever held a title, I used to think I’d never put that much effort into anything again. I used to think I’d never chase down something the way I chased down that first championship win, but in retrospect, I know that was wrong. The fact is, if you do it once, you’ll pour even more of yourself into making sure it happens again. I’m sure you know that. And now I stand here having to put you on the opposite end of what I felt back at Pain for Pride, not out of malice or with ambitions to shorten your career or because I hate you, but because that’s what has to happen if I wanna get back to where I need to be. You’ll fight me every step of the way. You’ll put your foot down, and tell me there’s no way in hell I’m taking that championship from you. I wouldn’t expect anything else from you. Just like you said, you’re my test, and I intend to pass with flying colors. Even if I ate a loss in Copenhagen, I know I’d have a few consolation prizes to hang onto, but that’s not enough for me. I’d still get to call myself one of the poster girls of this division, I’d still be the Woman of the Year but...isn’t it nice to back things up with hardware? I’m out to prove that, despite my backslides, I’m more than worthy of having the right to call myself a champion again, and it just so happens that the task presented to me is to go through you to do it. We all change when we lose. Getting as close as I did to winning at Road to Redemption only to not be able to seal the deal in the end might’ve had a lesser woman focusing on maybes and could bes and thrown her off-kilter going forward, but not me. It made me hungrier. It made me realize I had to fight harder and push back with more force against anything that stood in my path. We’re both giving our own versions of what we expect King of Elite to be. We both obviously are banking on different endings. This is where your version of events and mine intersect. Now it’s just a matter of seeing which one of us has been preaching the canon conclusion and which one was writing fan fiction. I need my ending to be the one that comes true.

And when it does, I’m not doing it for anyone but myself.

I can’t allow myself to be crushed under the weight of what other people want from me. In the days leading up to Triple Threat, I remember Eris saying that she had an inkling that I only wanted to be Vixens Champion because Aren was EAW Champion at the time and I wanted to have some cute power couple aesthetic going on. That probably got on my nerves more than it should’ve. It was dumb as hell for her to insinuate that I was about to put my body on the line and throw my entire being into winning that championship for the sake of what? Cute photo ops? Nah. It was dismissive of her. I knew if I wanted to win that match, I had to be in it for me and me alone. I’ve known what it’s like to go to bat for the greater good and to place other people ahead of yourself. Twice over, I found myself standing up against what I felt was wrong and standing unafraid when groups of wannabe dictators told me I should just shut up and fall in line. Twice, I failed. I don’t regret having been on Team Cross or joining The Sirens. I know that, when you go with your gut and try to do the right thing, everything still isn’t guaranteed to work out. I’m used to being selfless, but for a change, this is about me. This is rooted in MY hopes and dreams. If there’s another uprising of assholes waiting around the corner and a team is needed to stop them, I dunno. Either shit will have to wait or I may have to dodge the draft this time around. This match is too important and has the potential to be too contentious for me to be focusing on anyone’s goals but my own. That’s why I can’t help but furrow my brow when you talk about all the people I have in my corner. I’m not doing this to get a thumbs up from management, to sell more merchandise, or to score myself another sponsorship. I’m chasing gold because that’s what any sane competitor would do. Everyone in the locker room talks a big game. Everyone is sure of themselves, but who are the only ones who are believed when they hype themselves up? The ones that are worth their weight in gold. When you say that you don’t feel like the masses want you to be champion, I know you’re doing it as a means to highlight a supposed difference between you and I. I’m the “chosen one”, the handpicked candidate of the establishment who’s “supposed” to stand at the top unchallenged. You’re not on board with that, and I wouldn’t expect you to be. I never anticipated for my rise to be without challenges or people along the way who flat out told me no. But, regardless of what I’m told, and no matter how hard I know you’re ready to fight back, I’m here to win. Does it matter if I’m “chosen” if I don’t actually make good on all the promises I’ve made? I’m not so oblivious that I don’t know what endears me to people. I keep going when things get hard, I don’t resort to underhanded shit to get ahead, and probably most of all, I believe in myself every step of the way. That’s the perfect storm for someone who will have entire audiences on their feet when their music hits. And, as much as I love it, being loved hasn’t made me into what I am now. If people turned on a dime and withdrew their support of me tomorrow, would I keep pressing on? You bet your cute ass I would. Having the crowd behind me is just a nifty little bonus prize that I’ve had in my back pocket for the entire time I’ve been here, but if I woke up tomorrow without it, I’d be just fine. I’m not here because people love me, and you know that. I’m here because when that bell rings, few tandems in the world can do what we do. There aren’t many pairs of opponents alive that can pull from each other what we can. We FORCE each other to bring nothing but our absolute best to the table. I can promise you’ll get that from me, and I know you wouldn’t dare show up with anything less. I have to believe my best can top your best here, or I won’t make it. Feeling like I can do it is the thing that’s guiding me ahead to the light at the end of the tunnel. And when I get there, it’s for me. Nobody else.

EAW is always changing, and as such, so are my goals. The progress made by the women of this company has changed this division so much, even in the relatively short amount of time that we’ve been here. It hasn’t even been two years yet and sometimes I look back on the summer of 2015 and think the division is almost unrecognizable. That’s because of the change that WE helped to bring about. When we burst onto the scene, it was the Vixens title or nothing; unless your name was Heart Break Gal or Cameron Ella Ava, that was your ceiling. That beautiful belt was the highest height you could hope to reach, but things have changed drastically since then. We’ve got two titles of our own, two tournaments all to ourselves, our own Rampage match, and a weekly show. We got down in the trenches and helped to change the fortunes of the women in this company because we knew we deserved better. The sky has always been the limit for me; just now, there are more milestones for me to hit on my way up there. Being Vixens Champion is no longer the goal that’s central to all of my plans. It happened and I’m glad it did, but that’s in the past now. I’ve set my sights on something grander, something that has been prestigious and coveted since the moment it was revealed, and that’s your doing, Cailin. Already, you’ve elevated the Women’s Championship to lofty heights just by being you. Just by winning it in the fashion that you did and by being as great as you are, you’ve already begun to define the legacy of that title. Years from now, when people are recounting what will be the storied history of the Women’s Championship, no one will be able to ignore the influence of the inaugural champion. But, all in the same breath, they won’t be able to glaze over what I’ll do, either. For you, it’s like sending your kid off to daycare for the first time; it doesn’t matter how qualified the caregivers are, you never feel like anyone can love and protect your child the way you can. You not wanting to lose to me isn’t a knock on me. It’s just you firmly believing that no one will be as protective of the legacy of this championship as you will. But I believe I can do wonderful things as champion. I believe I can continue what you started in making it a prestigious championship from day one. I can build upon the foundation that you laid...all I have to do is win. My chapter as Women’s Champion will be written sooner than you ever planned.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 3:47 pm by **The Heart Break Boy**

"The Greatest of All Times."

I can't lie to you. I can't give you any reason to call your opinion invalidated about the Heart Break Boy torn to become the greatest that this company has ever seen. It's been evident that I haven't lived up to the name. It has become crystal clear that my name hasn't lit up in the sky at the very top for a long time to even consider it. So a man like me that always keeps it real, one hundred perfect of the time. I won't go on and challenge this assessment. However, I will simply prove to you why that label has never left my veins. Because once upon a time, the entire world knew it and most of them still have it under their skin that at any given moment, anytime, any place, I can take that crown back. But there's always been a poise in me at times to give myself this benefit. I am still considered the greatest in my eyes. The greatest legacy is something that you can pass down for generations to come. I have influenced many things inside this business. Without the Heart Break Boy, a lot of old bridges would still hold EAW's standards back from breaking out in certain areas. Without the Heart Break Boy, there's less stellar matches that any would try to replicate. Without the Heart Break Boy, many careers would have become extinct in their early beginnings. I'm pretty sure Jacob already knows that I'm one of those guys that has paved the way for guys like him to even consider this line of work as a profession. And I'm also pretty sure that he believes in his carnal mind that our EAW World Heavyweight Champion has surpassed our Golden Boy. Now we have our opinions a lot and like I said, I'm not the guy to go crazy over someone's degradation of my career. However, I know where facts lie regardless of the situation. The fact of the matter is that Jacob Senn would never be up there with me. He will never surpass me, he will never be considered as the "Greatest of All Times," and he will never be anything more as just great! Now I know that stings a little bit for someone that voice seems pretty confident about The Heart Break Boy being out of his league that he even laughs at my reclamation as the Greatest of All Times. Then again, as I already see it, I put in this world to achieve my purpose. My purpose has always been kicking in teeth and placing names on the bottom of my boot. To me, that screams out greatness, because I'm destined to become the greatest that ever stepped foot in this ring. And if your purpose doesn't match with this reason then you're completely lost. I will become EAW World Heavyweight Champion once again. I will knock our poster boy down beneath his own level, where he belongs. At King of Elite, only time will tell and I'm surely going to make jump on this opportunity at my fullest capability.

Many should already know before the Drake & Jones "retired me," my foot was already out the door because of one common man that I don't want to name. Because you should already know, Jacob instead of acting ignorant about it. There's no way in hell that I will acknowledge any Drake or Jone as the successor of my name. It was my decision to call it a day and a decision that I wish never happened. You see, this company is in my veins. Competition never runs from my mind and I can't just leave here without completing the main mission that everyone seeks to capture. This is why I have returned and which is also why I tell you that I have no other choice but pull all stops and make sure you're not returning home in all one piece, Jacob. My past matches has nothing to do to where I need to truly place you. They have no significant reason to become mentioned because all my competition recently on Dynasty have never impressed me. I look over at you as one of the many that can give me one hell of a match. This is another reason why I'm here. I don't love reflecting off slouches much like you did when you defeated Lucian Black to capture that title. I don't depend off lackluster because there's no reason to continue this line of work if you have nothing to knock you down off your throne. I bet if I never returned, maybe only one other Dynasty roster member would give you a hard time of your life, Jacob. It's good that I have returned in time to make sure that Dynasty's prestige never rots by the hands of an emotional World Champion and undiscovered, unmotivated talent that we have. Once again, I know no choice but to ride those waves back into the spotlight. Which is funny because I never really wanted this. I never really cared for the spotlight before. All I was ever concerned about was putting on a show for the fans and enjoying what I have always been known to do since birth. This time is a bit different. The pressure is on my side to finally break out of that trend of failure and make sure that Jacob Senn's words are bounce back into his face. I need this showcase to become elected for my better half. Jacob Senn says that he wants that type of man that stares into the eyes of adversity and shuns it off as impossible. He has more than that. He has a man that has loss every single thing and needs nothing to lose except another golden run in his career. I want to snag this chance to have the possession to create something into a much bigger advocate to display for millions around the world that actually believes in me. This shot, this chance, this once in a lifetime event against Jacob Senn is a must contribution to shoot off that rotten propane that has derailed my career into deep oceans. I will stop at nothing and if that means a broken arm, leg or neck then so be it. I will lay absolutely everything on the line and make sure that even if I fail yet again, at least you couldn't say that the Heart Break Boy never performed at his best. At least you can say that the Heart Break Boy was the only chance and hope to best Senn at his own games.

And here's another thing, I don't want this to happen. I'm tired of saying these kind of things so there's no question about what I'm really aiming for and that's a clear cut victory and another platform to be held over my head as the show piece to let them all know that I am truly the greatest of all eyes that has ever seen. I do have a burn inside of me to put away all the laughter at what I used to do. But one thing that God has taught me was patience. However, sometimes patience has lost it's juice. I have waited too long to put an end to another ending point of my career. I have fought and humiliated myself for way too long to be able and win the big one yet again. It's time and sorry to say for you, Jacob. You have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time while holding the wrong crown jewel that the Heart Break Boy seeks to go along with his new attire. All those names that have raised their own legacy have never been able to duplicate a stellar career like the Heart Break Boy. So why do are you willing to compare yourself with them, Jacob? No one on that list except for maybe two can become considered an all-time great. Like I've said, the only purpose to be on this earth was to become the greatest at what you were born to do. We are born to fight in this profession. We were born to lead. We were born to develop and master our own skill. It's not like the Heart Break Boy has ran away from training even considering what I've already done to a champion like TLA in just one week back inside EAW. I'm always developing and making sure that I find new ways to outdo newer competition. That's the thing about me, I take this thing very seriously. Not even my personal trainer could make the Heart Break Boy leave the gym. I have always been a man of focus. Nothing can retreat me from trying to develop each and every day. At my age and time in EAW, I know it's quite surprising to say that I still need to get better at things. No one is perfect and I'm surely not. You're definitely not a perfect man, Jacob. And I'm sure you know that already. What will be perfect is this match that has been set. You see two men with a common goal of prevail and honor in their names to be respected. You see two men with similar move-sets, similar work ethnic, similar desires and chemistry to break out an all-time match of the year. Jacob Senn vs. The Heart Break Boy. Golden Boy vs. Champion. All eyes are set to see what we really want to accomplish. The Elimination Chamber was nothing more but a distraction for me. To see other guys trying to scratch and claw in front of me were just in my way! This time, it's emano-emano... I have no excuses, no other person to hinder me from this chance. And you Jacob, don't have men to hide behind to protect your chances to remain as champion.

I will become your next EAW World Heavyweight Champion. The must will hit like a high-praise to God. In the end, Jacob Senn will get on his knees and bow down for mercy but not from God. He will bend over to ask your Golden Boy for one final chance to remain relevant before it's all over. And you know what I will do? Place his head into the mat with... the Heart of Doom. This move will explain much about Jacob's chances of retaining. He's doom by the Heart Break Boy. He's doomed by one of the greatest performers that this industry has ever seen. And his career is doomed by what my hands will do to him. January 28th, 2017... I will make Jacob Senn wish that he chose another profession. I will make him believe that I am still...

"The Greatest of All Time."

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 3:15 pm by **Ares Vendetta**

Do not ever make the mistake of likening yourself to me, mongrel.

You don’t comprehend what true mercy is.

You’ve spent your entire life weak. Every second, every hour, every day, every week spent building walls around your frail existence dedicated to ways you now look in the mirror in disgust for. Every moment you spent in agony, questioning if what you had been doing up until that very point was no more than a blow to the structure you’d built, and it’s become abundantly clear to me I was the one to finally send it toppling over. You seem to recognize everything you lived by was an unmitigated lie, and yet, you dare compare yourself to the man who opened your eyes?

Nearly breaking your neck, beating you bloody, beating you into unconsciousness, defeating you, and shattering your arm - do you understand mercy? Do you understand the difference between redemption and mercy? Do you understand why you walked out there with hate filled in your heart and hungry for my blood, and yet all you could do was break my arm when you should have gone further? The difference lies in power, mongrel. That’s the difference between you and I, and it’s the difference between myself and every other fool that’s crossed my path. Every other piece of trash that’s come along, playing by their imaginary rules that have made them no more to me than prey. They’ve been no more to me than a means to an end. They were the cogs in my machine, and each and every single one of them fell in line, including you.

Since the very moment I stepped into a ring, I’ve had the power to hurt others whenever I so please. Why? Because I can. That’s all there’s ever been to it. It’s so very simple, and yet you mongrels rack your brains attempting to understand it all. You’ve lived lives based on fairy tales where people strive to be heroic figures that put their lives on the line to defend what is right. You’ve spent your miserable existences chasing something you could never grasp, but you’ve witnessed me take what I desire. You’ve seen me make good on every word I’ve spoken. You spit at me and you point your fingers and call me a monster, but I believe the true monsters are the ones who hide in the shadows driven to the point of insanity by their broken little morals. So many have squandered their power, but I’ve never been interested in doing so. I’ve never been amused by the games you mongrels play. I’ve always wanted to maim those I find in front of me, but never once have I gone so far as to leave them completely unable to step inside a ring again. Not once have I ever simply ended their lives.

That’s power.

That’s mercy.

The ability to pull the executioner’s switch, and yet never doing so. What fun would the World be if I spent it alone, sitting atop your pathetic corpses? I take no pleasure in putting you out of your misery. The struggle you give is what makes it all worth my while, mongrel, just like you do now. You have come to be a truly exceptional toy. All the rest haven’t had the guts to come as far as you have. None of them were willing to break my arm or even interfere in a match. You’ve gone well beyond your limitations, and that truly warms my heart. Of course, it’s no more than a farce. One that you created while you spent months and months despising me for what I did to you. One you spent hating yourself for allowing what happened. You were weak, mongrel, and you still are. You always have been. Believe it or not, this is what I’ve always wanted. Not a piece of gold, not some boring accolade to put up on a mantle. This is a true trophy - pushing a good man to his breaking point and then stomping out the embers of what remains. Nothing satisfies me more than this. The look in your eyes, the absolute disgust for me. Every single time you clinch your fist so tightly thinking about caving in my skull with that pretty barbed wire baseball bat of yours. I love it. Make no mistake, mongrel, you are everything I’ve ever wanted in an enemy. You have risen above all the others. You are an exceptional dog.

Yet, you’re still a dog.

Still a mere mongrel.

Still weak.

For all of your big, scary talk, we both know the truth of it. We both know what kind of a man you truly are when you strip away the black attire, the baseball bat, and that scowl upon your face. Deep down inside you, you are still no more than Brian Daniels. You are still an honorable man. You are still a fool. You will fight for your life, there’s no doubt about that. You will scratch and you will claw to survive once we step inside of that ring, but that is as far as you will ever go. If you had what it takes - if you had true power - you would kill me this Saturday. You would literally beat me to death and end all of this once and for all. Yet, you won’t. You won’t, and you never will. You fool nobody with all of your hollow words. We all know what brings you to this dance, and it’s not a thirst for my blood. Your eyes are still on my shattered father, and that’s all they’ll ever be on. You still cling to that ridiculous little dream of facing him just one more time. What you desire more than anything is to beat Ares Vendetta, and get back Robbie V. How disappointing. Truly disappointing. You will no doubt leave me perfectly able to keep going, and all you will fight for is to simply win. The same mistake you made before, you will make again. It’s no surprise to me. Mongrels don’t learn.

Take solace in the fact that you have come this far.

Take pride in knowing you still have dealt a good deal of damage to Ares Vendetta when nobody else could.

Cherish my kind words when I tell you that you are an exceptional one who’s gone further than the rest.

Yet, you haven’t come far enough, mongrel.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 12:59 pm by **Bloody Jack**

KING OF ELITE PROMO #1

[Our scene opens up with Zack Crash standing amidst a crowd of–]

Zack Crash: NARRATOR…I KNEW YOU’D COME!!!

[…What?]

Zack Crash: …

[…]

Zack Crash: …

[…Anyway, our scene begins with–]

Zack Crash: What a most splendid occeeesion that you and I should finally meet. I give thanks to both Lord Nero Maxwell and the Shatter-verse for granting me these abilities to communicate with you beyond our dimensional barriers.

[Uhhhh…say what now?]

Zack Crash: With such a vital and momentous battle approaching us, I had a vezion that told me I was to reach out to you so that we may work together towards victory! Can you not see?! Would it not be glorious if I, with my Broken Enlightenment, were to work hand-in-hand with my creator to create the greatest promo evaaaaahhh!

[Ok seriously?! What’s going on?! How are you doing this? Why are you doing this? You’re screwing up my whole promo.]

Zack Crash: Yes. I had a premonition that if you were to work alone, we would taste bitter defeat! So I sought Lord Nero Maxwell for guidance, and he suggested I meet with you to offer up my wisdom in these matters. In preparation I have had private councils with some of the greatest writers in hestory! Shakespeare, Steinbeck, and Oprah to name a few.

[Well can you please stop it? For one it’s really kinda creeping me out. Two, I don’t know how the rest of the fed is going to understand this promo. Hell I’m losing track of it and I’m the one writing it! And three, IT’S REALLY KINDA CREEPING ME OUT!]

Zack Crash: Exactly! You are but a simple human typing away at a keyboard a cumputer screen. But combined with my powers and knowledge, our mession in claiming the Hall Of Fame Championship is all but assured.

[So let me get this straight…you, my own creation, know you’re an e-fed character, have sentient awareness and now you want to help me…you’re creator…write this promo? I don’t think I have the ability to process all this right now.]

Zack Crash: Yeeeeees! What an insightful individual you are! Now to begin we must create for us a proper setting. SCRIBE!

{Suddenly, the former blank space turns into a glorious decorated hallway that exists outside both planes of existence. Along the wall are brilliantly framed photographs of current EAW Hall of Fame members.}

[Hey! Who the hell is this that?!]

Zack Crash: Oh do not mind him. He is but my loyal scribe, sent to me by the powers of Broken Enlightenment to take down my deeds for future “Damaged” generations!

[Yes but how is he able to create a setting like that. Only I’m supposed to do that cuz I’m the narrator!]

Zack Crash: I do not claim to understand all the powers that the Shatter-verse has given me.

[You mean that I gave you.]

{Zack appears to have not noticed this statement.}

[Stop that!]

Zack Crash: But this is locale not most appropriate?

[Yeah I guess so. But-]

{The narrator says most reluctantly.}

Zack Crash: Excellent! Now we must put together the words we will use to bring down the Devan of clan Doooobian!

[i][Why don’t you let me do that? A lot of people here seem to enjoy my promos so I think I can–]

Zack Crash: Fool! They require something more! SCRIBE!

{The scribe appears at Zack’s side, notepad and pen in hand and at the ready.}

[How can he be hijacking my job and appearing in this promo at the same time?! That doesn’t make any sense?! It doesn’t follow any of the rules I’ve established for your powers in my promos?! Or hell, any of the rules the rest of the guys and girls have established in theirs! There’s a narrator and characters…THEY DON’T INTERSECT OR INTERACT!!!]

Zack Crash: Hahahaha! Oh you poor Earthly mortal! Broken Enlightenment is not bound by such petty things as rules, or walls of fourths! It goes and does what it may in order to seek greater enlightenment and glory! Now back to business. Scribe, begin taking notes on points of attack for Doooobian!

{The scribe immediately begins writing down several long lines of notes for his “Damaged” master.}

[Then what exactly do you need me for?]

Zack Crash: All I need for you my dear creator is to sit back and bare witness to my actions, and to be the vessel from which my brilliance flows. Is it not the most noble of tasks?

[So then my idea of you jumping over a robot shark while riding a fiery jet ski isn’t going to be used at all?]

{The scribe takes down that idea for a later date.}

Zack Crash: No at all.

[And my purpose in this promo has been entirely pointless, as you, my own creation, have hijacked my own writings and thus are secretly controlling me and what I type down?]

Zack Crash: Precisely! I am glad you are so quick on the uptake. Perhaps when this is ovah, as a thank you for my creation, I shall impart unto a few blessings of Broken Enlightenment! What say you narrator?

{The narrator’s expression appears blank and stoic, unsure on how to take his words. But from the aura, one can sense a deep anger, frustration, and total lose of control Then, slowly, his lips break into a small smile as a tiny giggle escapes his lips.}

[ha…haha…Hahaha…HAHAhahahaha….HAHAHahahahahHAhahahAHAHHahahahaHAHAHa!]

{And with that, the narrator begins to bang his head against his keyboard, all the while laughing like a maniac. Then…}[/i]

[i][AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!]

{He lets out a vicious scream of raw emotion before running for the window, which he seamlessly dives out of, shattering the glass as he does so. Then, still screaming, he runs off into the woods.}

Zack Crash: For one who came up with the idea of Broken Enlightenment, he does not appear to be personally ready for its blessings. But no matter. We must press onward!

{Zack Crash takes a few deep breaths as he mentally prepares himself finally for that glorious moment. That instance when he shall give unto you, the reading audience, his words of wisdom so great that they defy your comprehension. That moment when he shall begin his glorious verbal assault on his opponent for the show Elite Kingdom! Zack looks around at the faces of past and present EAW Hall Of Famers, as if taking strength from them.}

Zack Crash: Look around you. What do you see? You see a hall of heroes and legends! Much like the warriors of Greek mythology, the deeds and tales of the select few who inhabit this hall are passed down through the ages!

{Zack walks the hall until he comes to a picture that should be very familiar to most in EAW.}

Like this man! Jay of the clan Walker! His tales as one of the greatest in history are well known. Stories tell of his great undefeated streak. Of how many a challenger stepped up to defeat him, only for them to fall into agonizing failure. All fell before him, fellow legends, kings, and those who would one day become legend. He alone stood atop the mountain, and he believed none could vanquish him. But as in all tales of hubris, there is a lesson to be learned, for one day, a lone man came from a far away land. He emerged quite suddenly and stepped up to challenge this mighty foe in a moment of weakness. And then, when all others thought this undefeated warrior would never taste defeat, this virtual unknown challenger came with a golden spear in his hand…and the great was finally slain! And just who was that unknown, mysterious challenger? Why it was none other than I, Zack Crash, in one of my previous forms who slew him. Yet regardless, Jay of clan Walkers deeds both previous and future of that glorious streak were so spectacular that he earned himself the greatest gift any hero can receive…immortality amongst his fellow legends!

{Zack walks a few feet down the hall and stops at yet another framed photograph. This one as well is someone most well known in EAW, although not in nearly the same light as the previous.}

Or what about this man? The Dark of clan Demon! Until just recently, it was he who wore the golden crown longer than any king who came before him. He ruled over the land with an iron fist, and many sought to destroy his reign of tyranny. But the king was a powerful man, and any who stood up to him soon found themselves a head shorter. But then, when surrounded on all sides by his foes, a most peculiar thing happened. The king was beaten at last by the most unlikely person imaginable. His own protégé, the one whom he had selected to inherit his throne, had come to collect on the king’s promise. And even when the king afterward tried to destroy his own creation, he failed for his student had become a master. Who was his most learned scholar? Twas again I, in my earliest form, who cut off the head of the Demon. But as with all villains, they too can live in infamy, and he finds himself for his dark deeds immortalized along side his foes and victims.

{Zack walks along the hall gazing at the framed photographs of all the Hall Of Fame members, silently contemplating over the deeds and actions of each one that won them this honored spot among EAWs elite among elites. But that’s when you start to notice there is something off about this “Hall Of Fame”, for there appear to be several photographs of wrestlers who are wholly unrecognizable and don’t appear to currently be in EAW.}

As you can now see, this is not your ordinary EAW Hall Of Fame. Now this Hall exists outside the realm of space and time. This Hall holds the tales of all heroes in EAW, both those previous and those still to come. EAW is a nexus for Broken Enlightenment, and thus the Seven Deities keep a close eye upon it. So they have created this Hall to pay homage those who bring honor to the land of Wrestling that is Elite. And with the particular crown that is on the line in this coming battle, I find coming here brings clarity to my mission. In EAW there three men who claim to wear the crown of the world and two women who claim to wear the crown for all women in this land. There is the king of Hardcore, the king of the New Breed, the kings of Tag Teams, the kings of National Elites, there are many many crowns in this land. But there is one that stands out above the rest…the king of the Hall Of Fame! It is the only crown that asks certain requirements of its wearer in order to hold it. And even those who do not have these requirements are granted them upon grasping it. Quite a delightful little thing isn’t it? One could easily say that he who holds the crown of the Hall Of Fame is the greatest in all the land. For the Hall Of Fame is where the best of the best reside, and to wear the crown of this majestic Hall makes you its greatest resident, and conversely the greatest in the land!

{Zack walks up to one of the unknown framed wrestlers and gazes upon it with admiration. The wrestler within its frame appears to be a wearing a space helmet covered in sparkles, while a fur coat covers most of his husky physique.}

You would rule over such great warriors, like this man…The Master! Hahahaha yeeeees! Wait until you see all the great things he shall do in EAW. I daresay you will be quite shocked, for he will one day be banned from wrestling in at least 3 continents and 4 dimensions!

{Zack walks to the next one over, this one of a lady. Or at least I think it’s a lady. The image is so muscular it’s a little hard to tell without closer inspection.}

And this lovely lady…Femme Fatal! Probably the greatest debut of any Vixen past or future. Oh what a beautiful and graceful lady she will be. Quite a credit to the Vixen roster. And such a lovely dancer too.

If I were to claim the crown for my own, I would be king over all these great names of space and time. My deeds would stand out as the greatest evah, for it would be I who represents all that stand in this Hall. And because this all is where the greatest reside, I would rule over all kings and queens in EAW, for what are they who do not stand among legends and Gods?! I have seen it in my dreams. I stand victories, the gold in my hand, as the crowds cheer in rapturous glee. The Shatter-verse and Lord Nero Maxwell, they require me to wear this crown so that I may show the world the power and blessings of Broken Enlightenment. But in order to bring my premonition to fruition I must bring down one such legend, hero, and God. A man who joined me on that same fateful day in his prestigious Hall for all time.

Devan of clan Doooooobian!

What a most illustrious occasion when together you and I both walked past the veil of mere mortal into the realm of the immortal. Tis a day that will live on in the ether of space and time for all ages! I must commend you on your entry into such august company, for it is truly well deserved. But some are more deserving than others, wouldn’t you say? And one must ask themselves who is truly more deserving of the honor. Who has done more throughout their career to warrant such a grand title? For when the two of us are compared side-by-side, the differences become as plain as the divinity of Lord Nero Maxwell. You are a skilled and courageous warrior, but what truly sets you apart from all the others in this Hall? The sad answer is…not very much I’m afraid. You have achieved accolades, but your predecessors and successors have overshadowed all of them. After all, did not I achieve a world crown before you yourself were able to? Even your recent return, as desired and welcome as it was, has yet to be blessed with much notoriety. After these queries, the question then becomes…do you deserve to wear the crown of the Hall Of Fame? I do not think you do! The wearer of such a crown must be the elite among the elite, and you are anything but this. A talent and a credit to this federation yeeeesss, but a true king of the Hall Of Fame…that you most certainly are not! You are but a pretender to the throne, unworthy of the crown you wear! You tarnish its legacy with every passing day you hold it. If this Hall is to maintain its greatness and dignity, then it is I who must reign supreme over all!

{Finally, Zack comes to the last framed picture within the great Hall. Unsurprisingly, it is of himself, although this one is different from the others. It has not just a picture of himself as he is now in it, but cropped together are pictures of all his previous forms in EAW.}

Look at me! Look at me in all my glory and Broken Enlightenment! Even my previous forms, as flawed and unblessed as they were, were far greater and more deserving than you in your current vessel. My career has flowed across many different lands and taken on many different forms. I have been a man of comedy and laughter, reigning as the longest running tag team champion at the time. I have been a man of danger, seeking to push myself beyond its natural limits as the Ultimate Thrill Seeker, which may have been my “Damaged” self seeking exit from this vessel. I have been a rebel, seeking to upset the status-quo of corruption. I have been a leader, both in the business and criminal worlds I ruled with absolute authority. But all these are yet as nothing when compared to what I am today. You, as well as several others, have said you see this form as a joke, as nothing more than a shell of my former self. But at least I had a shell to break, whereas you have no former self to disgrace. Your vessel is so without anything special, that nobody would notice if you changed in the way I have changed. But I digress. Your belief that I have but a man to be laughed at now does not offend me. Rather it does nothing but reveal your own pitiful ignorance. Have you not been watching? Have you not seen the men who, like yourself, looked down upon my new form, only to taste agony and defeat? You laugh and you scoff because you have yet to see the true power of my new abilities. But you shall experience them very soon, and you shall understand that they are not to be trifled with! You shall witness the immeasurable endurance of my vessel, the unshakable will of my four souls, and the great power of my mind! I have powers, knowledge, and abilities beyond your basic human comprehension. Once I have taken the crown from you and placed it upon my majestic head, I shall finally have physical proof of all that I claim to show you all that Broken Enlightenment has chosen me as its avatar upon this plain of life! No more will you doubt or mock, for you will see now with your own eyes what this path as given me. It will be Broken Enlightenment, Lord Nero Maxwell, the Seven Deities, the Shatter-verse, and all my newfound abilities and powers that have granted me what I have been absent from for too long…A GOLD CROWN!!! But it shall not end here. Nooooooooo hahahaha! This shall be but the first of many great accolades achieved under my “Damaged” form. With every victory I obtain, I shall draw more to me seeking Broken Enlightenment as well. And I will gladly teach them what I know. And with every foe I cast down, their arrogance and ignorance shall be ERASED from this world! Perhaps you will be my first student…or perhaps you will be my first true victim! Regardless, none shall deny my greatness after our epic battle, for how can they deny me as they witness to the slaying of one of the true greats in this world!

My reign as champion is just about to begin, while your reign as Hall Of Fame Champion will soon be…erased…erased…Erased…Erased…ERASED!!!

{Fade to black.}
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Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 11:15 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

I took every opportunity I had and it left me as a weak, vulnerable champion.

I took every opportunity to race to the pinnacle yet I couldn’t bear the weight it brings.

My lack of desire last month makes me a hypocrite and if it’s a stain I must wear then I have no issue; it will blend in with the rest that cover my career. Defeat was needed; I was always needed. The Mighty Don’t Kneel brought back the arrogance that I thought died by the hands of Dark Demon; the humbling I undertook of having my “perfect story” come to a collapse. No matter my actions in recent months arrogance was something I desired to see the end of. Yet when I recognised it, I knew it had to die and there was no greater place than the chamber. Defeat was something I never dared to consider. Defeat was something I thought was impossible when I clutched to my own personal agenda so tightly. It still lingers, I’ve accepted the fact I will never be cleansed of arrogance and to some degree it will blind my motivations, my desires. For now it rests settled. I indeed needed to feel pain and I needed to feel the disappointment wash over me; I walked away surprised however. I wasn’t broken, only motivated. I wasn’t just motivated, I was consumed by desire. I walked into Pain for Pride 8 with the same sensation coating every inch of my body; the spine-tingling chills that ran up and down my body - oh how I have missed them. I walked in refusing to let anyone take the moment away from me and it’s something I hadn’t felt since. Territorial Invasion 2015, King of Elite 2016, Reasonable Doubt 2016, Reckless Wiring 2016, Grand Rampage 2016; they have much in common but only now in hindsight do I see what truly mattered. I walked in and thought what I desired was deserved. I deserved to win the EAW Championship the first time. I deserved to retain it against Lannister. I deserved to walk away with the gold once again. I deserved my “vengeance”. I didn’t see the briefcase as something I deserved, I don’t see the crown as something I deserve. But like then, I will not allow you or Drastik to take it away. I won’t let it slip through my fingers. Fight. Fight is what I did then and fight is what I will absolutely do.

Your hate is something that I welcome in this fight; something I hope you bring before my eyes. It’s a familiar feeling I constantly felt regardless of who I stepped into the ring with; people hated what I had achieved. Everyone wanted to knock me off the perch I sat upon but time and time again, no matter how much they fired themselves up, no matter how loud their chants of demise were, I left them defeated. This was no more highlighted than that Cash In The Vault match. They hated the headlines written about my name, they hated the bravado I walked hallow halls with. They hated that they were not deemed favourites to win. Just like you they cried out that my career would have been different if fate weaved it’s threads differently; that I wouldn’t have been there. They hated everything I had achieved but there was one thing that bothered them most. They despised they were not hailed as the future of this business. See I was a humble man Tiberius; it was the world that gave me the arrogance, the confidence that crawled under your skin but to see the hate that has been bred is a delightful sight to see. “Tomorrow’s Legend” was created by the hype machine that made the world know about every insignificant step I took. And it made them bitter, it made you bitter. Everyone who couldn’t amount to my success allowed their egos run wild within and beg and plead with those willing to listen for just a moment but themselves to be handed the same fortune. Never, did they step back and questioned themselves; it was never their fault. Your envy is something that I find sweet to see; it has lasted longer than the happiness that coursed through my veins so what did such rich jealously accomplish for you? Clearly nothing. Hold onto scenarios Tiberius, it’s all you have to give yourself an ounce of hope in this contest that you were ever able to measure up to me. Threads of fate have brought you me, to this match and in your mind nothing will taste sweeter than finally clutching the brass ring that your fingertips have tapped so often while defeating me. Yet in your way, more than an over the hill “legend” is a man who seeks to correct the flaws he made. Someone who never managed to live up the prefixes that were created by the success he attained. I should have ruled for longer, I should have done more. I didn’t and that eats every day that I wake up, drag my body to a mirror and have to face that reality. You are powerless to stop this. No matter your hate, no matter the frustrations that you simply cannot crack the ceiling above, you can’t stop me obtaining the one thing that will grant me my redemption. I failed to cash in that briefcase and IF - IF that one moment never happened I wouldn’t be here. I’m on a list forever beside Eddie fucking Mack of all people as a failure and that...that has spawned hate that far exceeds whatever pathetic reason you have to hate me. NOTHING that night can measure up to what happened to me a year later.

I need this.

More than you, more than Drastik, more than anyone on my brand, your brand, his brand; nobody’s desire - just like nobody could in skill for so long - nobody’s desire can measure up. While you fought your valiant war with Crash and HDRO, I didn’t have it perfect. I never had it perfect. Despite how much you wish it was otherwise, reality is I had to fight for my world title and I’m going to fight for it again.

Turning my attention to the third man; I’m not sure what’s more pathetic? Your desperation to shove your thoughts down our throats or the pathetic excuses you opted to stand by when trying to justify your fuck ups? For quite some time there you didn’t matter and for once, I did this world a favour by not giving you an inch yet, it didn’t stop you did it? You figured but it still didn’t stop you from charging headfirst, only to look like a fool. You figured, but you still went ahead and laid the boot in over “false information”. It was far from a fraction of time, it was a fair chunk of the words that spilled from my mouth pal but hey, you’re the legend, you can do no wrong! Allow me to bow down and kiss the ground you walk upon; allow me to roll over as I “should”. See, your tapes are going to build up because I’m starting to lose interest in your tired, recycled garbage; I could keep coming back and taking a leaf from your notebook but it’s going to take me nowhere. Your greatest weapon is your arrogance yet - as it was last year, as it will be on Sunday when you’re flying anywhere but the next Voltage show - it will be the greatest weakness you possess. Or perhaps you won’t be flying instead traveling to King of Elite ready for your match? Regardless, it’s clear how unsettled you become when a mistake is made in address your career yet your arrogance blinds you from doing anything but accepting the mistakes you make; it’s arrogance that instead breaths more oxygen into the fire and your ego expands just a little more. You sit on your self crafted throne, the one you think this world owes you and judge how we stand today as the ultimate definitions of our careers. Perhaps I have thrown false information around - forgive me there’s a lack of history books dictating the early years of life. However, from what I can gather is something I can stand by boldly and confidently; without ego, without arrogance. You slam my inconsistency yet your career was anything but for years. Not until you left did you find consistency and consistency only exists because of what I’ve said all along this week; you walked away when you had to do any kind of considerable climb. Tapped on the shoulder when someone was going to be pushed right by you, whispered in your ear what laid ahead and instead of fighting you left. Full credit for picking your time to return and building that back up. I could care less for consistency in the grand scheme of things, I care about the wars I wage and those I overcome. You mock my failure but seemingly you always cowered when you stared failure in the face. Your consistency is something only you find pride in and few in this world will agree with you in any way.

Divulge details that show you’re anything but gutless.

That is where you don’t deserve your credit for consistency.

I don’t expect you to do anything but whine constantly - a thirty minute lecture telling me how I’m wrong, thirty minutes trying to take each word and somehow pin it back on me. I find confidence in that belief because I look at the cornerstones of this company today and see the respect they command, I hear their setbacks, I hear their struggles. When I see you, I see a man who could be a cornerstone yet you’re merely an incomplete pillar who was replaced long ago. And why? Because you quit. Because you couldn’t let your ego, your arrogance do anything but guide your hand through this business. That is why I struggle to find credit for your consistency; that’s why I credit theirs. That’s why there is so little respect for you - not just from me, but from everyone. You can say you don’t care, you most certainly will, but your actions speak louder. They always speak louder than the words you say.

Shockingly your arrogance gets the better of you but this time I’m starting to wonder if there’s a hint of dyslexia in you. The New Breed title and the match I felt I “had to lose” are years apart; one end in 2015, the other was last month. No, Drastik, your special little snowflake, you do have it wrong like so much but hanging on every word is like taking a pill of cyanide. But I’m glad you of all people want to bring the title up because your mentality is the very thing I changed around here. When I took that title, it was just a participation trophy for newcomers, it didn’t hold any prestige, it didn’t matter. And you’re not the first person I’ve heard say those words; every time I spoke about it with pride I got shot down. Yet I took it to a chamber match, I carried it deep into this very tournament, I held it with pride as I gained respect from someone like The Heart Break Boy. I made it matter, Drastik. Without me, it remains a participation trophy but BECAUSE OF ME, it now carries the weight of expectation. When someone holds it, they’re expected to rise to the pinnacle. As for the “loss”? I don’t expect you to understand it because any hope of humility is swallowed up and killed by arrogance. Here’s a little secret: you have no fucking idea. You have no idea of what I’ve had to go through this past year and I’ve learnt, much like yourself, there isn’t anything I can say to change your mind on that. This confusion, the Hexa-Gun debacle, the days embarrassment; sorry that I have this feeling that you are absolutely delusional but at this point I’m starting to wonder if you’re just a mental midget. To give you a helping hand, you didn’t matter until I uttered “Turning my attention”. Nonetheless, you’ve once again proven my point. You reek of this stench of desperation for people to remember, you to praise you, to give you attention and like how an addict slithers on his belly looking for his next fix, you will constantly spew whatever twisted, distorted idea of reality you see through your clouded eyesight. You will do and say whatever it takes regardless of how foul that stench becomes to prove to the world that you career still matters. Like the gutless, the coward you always have been you will not face the realities of defeat; instead stick your tail between your legs like the lowly dog you are and fade away. Once again, this generation, this new world that for the second time you will not conquer will forget you ever mattered. You stench will hang for days but will fade.

You never truly mattered Drastik and that’s the sad truth. What you could have been is almost tragic to imagine. You will keep dragging your pathetic body across the mud, that stench will grow and the tapes will build up but I know what will lies in each one. The same tired monologue, one or two instances where your dyslexia becomes more and more apparent.

It’s time to put a bullet in this old dog.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 7:37 am by **Nasir Escobar**

Well here I am. I made it to my first ever King of Elite. I’ve had a ton of firsts here in the land of the elites since returning last April. There was my first Cash in the Vault at Pain for Pride 9, my first World Championship match at Territorial Invasion, My first huge FPV Singles match against Carlos Rosso at Shock Value, and then there was my first time stepping into that cold and unforgiving steel structure from hell itself, the Extreme Elimination Chamber at Road to Redemption X. And now here we are in the new year. 2017 is upon us. Everyone seems to be making resolutions of some sort. I wouldn’t say I have a resolution, more of a goal. And that as every single one of you know, is to be the reigning, defending Elite Answers Wrestling Champion heading into the ten year anniversary edition of the most spectacular showcase of professional wrestling talent in the entire universe, Pain For Pride X! In my home state of New Jersey no less. In Metlife Stadium. A building that is about thirty minutes from my own home of Newark, the Brick City! And as I’ve stated earlier, it’s a new year so how about a new me? Or...more like a slightly tweaked me. Because of course I’m sure very few of you fans want me to change or alter myself in any way, shape, form, or capacity. More of remove whatever bad is in, while accentuating the good. The cold hard facts are there for all to see. I have never once lost a singles match since the very beginning of Season 10 back in mid July without some form of cheating or distraction being involved to cause my downfall. No single man has stepped into this twenty by twenty wrestling ring and proven purely with their own god given ability and that alone that they can best me in a straight up competitive match! Eclipse Diemos? No. Nathan Fiora? No. Aren Mstislav? No. The fact is it works one of two ways it seems. You are beaten by my one, two, three in the middle of the ring. Or, you slither out of taking a guaranteed L from the very foundation and backbone of this sinking ship known as Sunday Night Voltage at this point. Now there were two very highly anticipated spots for me to be in this week. Either challenging Y2Impact for the Elite Answers Wrestling World Championship, or being Voltage’s representative in the 2017 EAW King of Elite tournament, where incidentally I’d take on one man I have deep history with, and another I’ve never crossed paths with. Those two being Jamie O’hara and Tiberius Jones respectively. And of course I’d be very anxious to face either of those two top notch performers in one of the single most important matchups of the year. A triple threat for the crown. And obviously this is the season of firsts, or at least for me it seems to be. I was in my first CITV Ladder match, my first Extreme Elimination Chamber, and odds are at this rate that I’ll be in my very first Grand Rampage this year too. Although the thing is...I wasn’t in the runnings for the KOE tournament to begin with. Instead I was busy fighting for an opportunity against Y2Impact at this show. A chance to compete for the EAW title one on one once again and not only prove that the only reason I lost to Aren was due to a blatant low blow, but also an opportunity to cross paths with Y2Impact again. Now I sure as hell got my licks in on him at Road to Redemption and showed the entire goddamn planet why I am a true warrior. I did not give up. I told Imp from the jump, if he wanted to take me out in that chamber, he had to literally take me out! And you could say I setup my own downfall, because that is exactly what he did. I passed out in a pool of my own blood from the pain and suffering I went through in the Walls of Impact. But even then, when medics tried to pull me out on a stretcher, I showed my heart and soul. I showed my guts and my goddamn balls by standing up off that thing and walking away on my own two feet! This was my chance to pay Imp back and to show him that things at RTR could have went very different. But of course, as you all plainly know, I’m not talking to Imp right now. I’m not the number one contender. I’m not challenging him this week. Instead Eclipse Diemos is. And just how did he overcome me exactly? Did he overpower me as the bigger man? No. Did he surprise me with blazing quickness for a man of his build and knock me out before I could respond? No. Sooo...what did he do exactly? He jumped me during an interview where I was discussing my 2017 goals with Flannery McCoy. Jumped me from behind like a coward! And then from there I’m sure he expected to be awarded the title shot by default. But nope, I went out there with my head bandaged up and still fought. I gave him all I had and that was more than enough to trouble him. To back him into a corner. And to reduce him to the point where he had to grab my bandages, and use them to his own twisted advantage. Eclipse, like many others against him, took the cheap way out against me. He could not get the job done with not only attacking me earlier in the show, but basically raking my eyes with the bandages. The way I view it, no matter who wins between Eclipse Diemos and Y2Impact this week, they’re both cowards and insults of champions. Not the champions that you people, the EAW fans deserve nor want, and of course the champions who are marked men by yours truly.

Unfortunately I myself am marked by another man. So that begs the question…

...are you going to be a cheap coward too...Carson?

Carson are you going to play the same underhanded game that so many others here on Sunday Night have over the past seven months now? Or are you going to stand up like a real man and fight me straight up? Now...whatever the answer is. I have a lot on my mind when it comes to you. First off we need to talk. You know. Ever since Aren turned his back on me, I considered you my closest friend here in the land of the elites. I couldn’t trust my former tag team partner and the man who I called my brother. But I could always count on good ol’ reliable Carson Ramsay to lean on for support. You see because Ramsay and I had been through very similar struggles since July folks. Much like myself, Carson too was stabbed in the back by his brother, whom was bitter and didn’t want to see him succeed. Sound familiar? The months of back and forth battling between Carson Ramsay and Kenny Drake virtually mirror those of Myself and Aren Mstislav. And naturally after that Keelan Cetinich gets deceived by Marco Fedor, welcome to Sunday Night Voltage folks, the brand of broken friendships! That last bit is a story for another day though. You see ladies and gentlemen. When it comes to Carson Ramsay and Myself. It was as if we were fighting the same battle, but a different one at the exact same time. The two of us were like two different sides to the exact same coin if you would. The thing is, Carson shared some traits with Aren, whereas I shared some with Kenny. Carson was the more popular and acknowledged of the two, much like how Aren was with me. Only the thing is Kenny and I handled our situations very differently, essentially if I had been the one to stab Aren in the back, I would be Kenny Drake. A bitter man who was jealous and envious of the success his best friend and a man whom he considered a brother had received. But no. I didn’t do that. Never once in my life have I ever claimed to be a saint however. A prophet maybe, but a saint no. I know I’m not the perfect human being. I am far from it. But that Carson, is the reason these people love me so much and want nothing more than for me to stand on top of the mountain holding the richest prize Sunday Nights has to offer more than any other man on the roster including you whether you can accept it or not. I am just like all of them out there. The people. You blame them for you falling off. You blame your inability to overcome Kenny Drake and live up to the potential that the legendary Starr Stan acknowledged out of you on all of them. Let me tell you something right now. These people never forgot how good you were Carson. No one here did! What HAPPENED was you just were never able to recapture that same magic from last July! And you cannot accept that your mediocre effort since then is to blame. So you take your finger and point it at every last person besides yourself! You honestly are going to sit here and say that I stole anything from you? I took the spot that should have rightfully gone to you? You see that’s one of the biggest differences between you and I Carson. You feel entitled to all of this, just like Aren did. That’s the thing Carson. You feel as if you are owed praise from these people just for being here. You feel as if you are owed EAW Title matches because people believed you WERE on that level MONTHS AGO. You feel as if I should step down and give you my spot because I’ve fought for the title two times now. Oh yeah talk about opportunity after opportunity huh? And one of those was a fucking chamber which you very well could have been a member of, Nathan Fiora of all insufferable ingrates took part in it, the fact that you didn’t make it says more about you falling off than me being handed chances, now doesn’t it? Carson I step into the ring every night with the mentality of going out there and earning the respect out of my opponent, the praise out of the people, and whatever may or may not be on the line during that particular contest. You on the other hand want to walk around here insulting and beating up whomever you please, expecting for us all to get down onto our knees and bow to you as if you’re some sort of great deity that Sunday Night’s revolve around. Sounds like someone else I know around here...a bunch of someones for that matter. Carson look. I didn’t want this to go down. But the fact is I’m not as emotionally torn this time around because I’ve already been through this with Aren. Best friend turns his back on you and targets you? Been there and done that. Only the difference is this time, I won’t let my emotions get the better of me, I’m much more experienced this time around to make the same novice mistakes once again.

When I look at you Ramsay, I think of the statement:

“You either die a hero, or live long enough to become the villain.”

Well unfortunately for you I’ll always be the shining hero of Elite Answers Wrestling.

Now I’m not some cheesy cape crusading superhero or anything like that. But the fact is I have stepped up into this position because damnit someone has to. And if not me then who? I bare the burden of many others, so they can live happily. Even yours Carson. I was always here for you. You and I were true friends. But now you’ve done exactly what Aren has. Now that you see me gaining traction ahead of you, you’re no longer going to fight alongside me. Instead you’re going to oppose me because you fear that if I continue to grow anymore than I already have now, the distance between you and I will grow too far for you to close. The gap will be much too wide for you to shrink it back down. Hehe, it’s kind of funny seeing you like this now Ramsay. This is exactly what YOU dealt with when it came to Kenny Drake. And now you are emulating those exact same mannerisms and characteristics against me as of the last two weeks. No matter what you want to mask it as, it all comes down to you being envious of where I am now Carson. You want the admiration that the people give you. But face it brotha, you’re not The People’s Choice. :heh: yeah I went old school with the nickname on y’all. But that’s the thing Ramsay. The people chose me to be their knight. Their hero. Their prophet. And I stepped up to the plate because I don’t want anyone else to suffer any longer. And that includes you whether you like it or not. It’s my goal to stand on the front lines and fight the good fight for a brighter tomorrow here in the land of the elites. The fact is I know exactly what it’s like to be all alone in this world. The way things are on Voltage now, I have no one but the people beside me. You were my last hope for a friend and an ally Ramsay, and then you did what they all have done to me in the past. You turned the other way. You’re leaving me all on my lonesome. You’re deserting me for your own personal benefit. Your greed and selfishness will be your undoing in less than a week’s time Carson, I’ll see to it. The fact is I cannot afford to be delayed or held back from my true goals and aspirations by you. I’m fighting a fight that is bigger than the two of us. Don’t you get it by now? I figure you of all people would understand that! I guess it’s more that you just don’t give a damn anymore. Well then, that’s okay. Because you’re my opposition at King of Elite Carson. YOU are my obstacle, and I’m going to overcome you. You’re the next stone I must step on or even better...the next wall that I must climb over on my journey to the very top. My quest for immortality here in Elite Answers Wrestling. To have my name etched alongside all the greats in the history books for the rest of time. To claim the very championship belt that was held by my heros who inspired me to be here today and become the hero to the next generation afterwards. To seek the acceptance and acknowledgement of everyone who shunned me away time and time again when all I wanted was someone to care and understand. Carson the fact is, I cannot allow myself to be sidetracked by you for too long. And even more so, I cannot be caught off guard and defeated by you. It would be an even further delay to my future...our future.

Let me take a quote that essentially sums up you compared to me Carson.

“Fake people are only nice when it’s convenient for them. Genuinely nice people go out of their way to help others.”

I’ve reached out and offered a hand to countless others who were either down, out, or both. Including you! Meanwhile you will accept my friendship and kindness only when it benefits you and your own personal goals rather than the greater good. Now the fact is maybe I’m the one not viewing things the way that they should be seen. Perhaps I’m the one in the wrong when it comes to the ideals that should be taken into account when it comes to this business. Maybe I should take a page out of Carson Ramsays book and just assault and trash talk whoever I see fit. Things certainly would be a hell of a lot easier that way. Unfortunately for you Carson, you’re dealing with the man who has always been a glutton for punishment, and you bet your ass I’m hungry right now. And the reason for that is very simple. Because you see, I’d rather fight to my last breath in order to make my fantasy world for Sunday Night Voltage a reality rather than live in this fucked up reality that you seem to have embraced now Carson Ramsay. We all know it’s the twisted way that things go that Eclipse Diemos and Y2Impact seem to love so much. I am a man on a mission to right all the wrongs with this brand. I’ve already achieved some big things when it comes to that. But the next thing on my list is to claim the Elite Answers Wrestling Championship so that I will not only be viewed as the backbone of Sunday Night Voltage, but also the Head, and the Face of the brand as well! And I am not going to let anything or anyone get in my way of achieving that. Not Eclipse Diemos, Not Y2Impact, Not whomever comes out on top in the King of Elite finals triple threat, Not whoever goes on to win the Grand Rampage if it’s not me, and certainly! Not! YOU! This weekend something of a dream match comes true. Carson Ramsay versus Nasir Moore. It’s a contest many have been looking forward and patiently waiting to see for months and months now. And they’re finally going to get it. But like all contests, there can only be one winner. And that man will be this prophet that you loathe so much Carson. The People’s Choice, Nasir Moore!

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 7:16 am by J-Dynasty 2?

Voices: It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king.

TJ: On such a glorious morning what else can a man do but sing? This is a Count parody, because I’m going to have fun before I make the two bitches kiss the ring.

Voices: It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king.

TJ: The “K” is for Komodo, merely the archetype that defines the dragon of my kind.

TJ: “I”, I am always on your mind.

TJ: “N” is for Noble, just another form of royalty.

TJ: “G” is for gangster, because my body bags have earned me that notoriety.

Voices: It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king. It’s the king.

TJ: No seriously, you’re all about to kiss the ring.

It’s only natural, the masses have always used their lips to prove fealty, or to kiss goodbye what they could not contain. This is figurative and literal. We all know the story of those kissing the behinds of those in power, there is an undertone of it in the very existence of my opponents that mostly goes without saying on my part. Whenever they say things like “I always knew how to manipulate my way”, or the very well known entire flock that put Xavier and his tag partner Jamie O’Hara very close to each other, you can assume that some things are just common knowledge without needing to be delved into. What I’m talking about goes beyond that, I’m speaking the fealty of kissing one’s partner in a mutual worship, I speak of the ground lips hit when graced by a presence so much more divine than the common filth of this planet, and the kiss goodbye you give the days you never wish left you. To kiss the ring is a singular act done in two fashions, you either kiss it under all encompassing awe for the figure above you, or you kiss it because the wielder of that ring is the one that made you kiss goodbye all the hopes and dreams you’ve accumulated over time.

I ask, which between those two choices do my very tiresome friends Drastik and Jamie O’Hara pick?

Come on boys, it must be better than kissing the morning wood after all. I’ve back hand slapped the two of you all week, I wouldn’t want to be forced to slap you with EAW’s sword of the morning too.

Drastik, you’ve often referenced me being a child, and I can’t help but find myself more agreeable with the situation the more I realize how closely you resemble what I’ve heard of this tale of “the emperor has no clothes.” A tale where basically an emperor and an entire empire was swindled into believing that an invisible fabric existed, and only fools could not see it, so the emperor dawned this “cloth” to feed his own ego and weed out those who were of ill report enough not to see his clothes, and the people in kind all pretended to be impressed by his garb despite none of them being able to see it. Only a child was pure enough to look forth, without desire to be worshipped or play along with those around them who fell for the ploy, simply stated that the empire had no clothes. As I observe you walking these lands, treating yourself like some sort of figure of great report due to your history and championships, I cannot help but look at you with these eyes that see no gold upon your shoulders, nor around your waist, and say Drastik has no gold. I hear you speak of the past, and how you learned how things work, and yet even after you returned to this company you were still unable to have a successful championship reign of any note, your hardcore title reign another fleeting blink in time in EAW…so much so I say that Drastik has had no reign, and surely will not begin to have one come when the greatest reign of them all is begun at King of Elite. And while this talk of dates is amusing will now have me enter a state of being out of my usual performer self and be "out of character"-only for a moment-, I will throw it away as a draw instead of prolonging this argument, since EAW is quite inconsistent when it comes to acknowledging these “days” of FPVs, sometimes there are “days” of FPVs where no mention is made that there split days are to professionally be considered as existing, while admittedly once or twice it has been acknowledged, though excluding Pain for Pride that clearly places all three dates on the poster like any event in the world with more than one date does, no other FPVS ever receive such treatment in advertisement despite the fact every FPV aside from brand exclusives would be multiple “days” if such “days” are acknowledged. In fact, I think you and I can find an agreement to get over these details. Either EAW is logical, this encounter of words begins when all participants are finalized, and FPVs are one day aside from Pain for Prides which always has multiple days in the advertisements, and thus I am correct. Or, EAW is pure madness and mismanagement, where matchups starting promo times are created anytime possible future participants decide it is, and FPV events are multiple days with only one day advertised-except Pain for Prides which has all the dates- because “the card is so big” it gets extended…..even though all non brand exclusives are multiple days and it would be disingenuous to pretend like it was surprising, which would make you correct. Whichever the case, as I reenter character, I will expose you and you will be forced to come to the realization that you walk these halls naked to the cold elements of EAW, and Drastik….you’ve been dying all along.

As for Jamie, I have no interest listening to someone who speaks of constantly making so much out of his opportunities than the rest of us, yet hypocritically says he never intended to win the elimination chamber. If you need defeats to remind you of lessons, then be sure to know that there are still a few more to be handed out like free food samples at the mall near you. See Jamie, you think you had to regain a connection with pain, but I think what you need is a firm reminder of your place! Your biggest defeat was by the hand of a king, it was a king who took your EAW championship, and so shall it be that you will again have a reminder of what occurs when you step into the ring with EAW royalty! I would say that king set you back quite a bit, you’ve been on a downward spiral ever since, but it will be nothing compared to what the new king will have done to you once we step into that ring! The last king, he was merciful. I very much doubt Lannister had any true passion and personal feelings for you. Me? I’ve hated you for years for how you walked around without knowing or recognizing how you escaped me by the actions of a man doing Cleopatra’s will. Worst of all, your continuous talks of sympathy for me….I don’t need your pity, I need your head! You have an issue with the term luck, but I do not. I am grateful that I had the chance where the pieces fell into place through a miracle, a miracle that I was able to have another chance to see you. This time, nobody will stop me from crushing you beneath my prowess.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 6:07 am by **Eclipse Diemos**

Edward Gein and T-1000

“Is there such a thing as a man without fear? No. For they no longer exist in our world. Men without fear die young, foolish, and they often pass on into myth or legend. Men without fear triumph over dragons, yet fall prey to daggers in the back. They clasp fame and fortune, and then fall prey to a poison slipped into their drink. Men without fear are courageous, yet idiotic. They are reminders that we as humans are meant to fear. That we aren’t going to survive if we continue to allow ourselves to stagnate about and pretend as if we have nothing to fear, for we do. Since the dawn of time man has found something to fear. Be it the darkness, for when the fire burned out the wolves would consume them. Be it the deep water, for dangers lurked under its rippling surface. Or, they would share my fear...the fear that those closed spaces, those tight confines that shook me to my very core...would close in further and seal me away, for all eternity. That I would be trapped, cold, naked, alone, and in the end no one would hear my cries. My screams. All men fear. The foolish deny their claims of it. The foolish wish to forsake their humanity, becoming like the beasts of olden tales, when dragons could lay siege to castles, and when men would take sword in hand to slay them. The wise recognize what fear is. An instinct. The natural instinct to flee and survive another day, or fight to keep your life. The instincts that made us who we are. And that is why, me standing in your way, is proving to be so difficult for you, isn’t it Impact? Because as much bluster and bravado you put out, you realize that you can’t make me shake. You won’t make me stumble. And you can’t get inside my head. Because you can’t infect me with your words...because I refuse to falter to someone who has forsaken their humanity.”

Eclipse sighs out, the cold air brushing forth like a gentle mist from his throat. His hands wave in front of his face, and he seems to push away all aspects of the fog before he turns his focus towards the starlit sky. Once more, the empty black void. And once more his vision perceives something more. Where once beautiful sky adorned the land, now he could see clearly, the tracing of code. The falling of digital rain as it cascaded down. The world, infected with data streaming through the rushing water that passed under the castle. And among that data he shuddered, for this was the very reason as to why he still fought. He licked his teeth, a nervous reaction, and ran his hands through his hair, glancing down at his fingers. He could see them. Scurrying about on his fingertips, small spiders, seemingly made from bundled code, crawling along his flesh. Fangs ready to inject into him. To bite and infect what could not be infected. To destroy what was, and would always be, human. To remove from him the humanity that still remained. He brushed his arms, sending the spiders flying away and watching them dissolve as they fell.

“I won’t lie. I won't’ say that you don’t terrify me, Impact. Of course you do. After all the times that we have fought, I have never found a man I fear more. See, unlike things like Lucian Black or Zack Crash, what was there to fear from them. They would seek to destroy me physically. To break down all that I was, and leave me broken. But, through all their bluster, they only managed to do one thing. They fought words, with action. For Lucian, he succeeded. He did indeed defeat me. Left me lying upon the floor, but what happened the next night? I destroyed another challenger, and came back home. And Crash? I targeted what others never did, I targeted his mind. I went for the very thing that you know full well, can hurt much more. I targeted what made him who he was, and I destroyed it, and I left him as a Damaged man. I left him beaten. I left him unable to comprehend who he was any longer. And I made sure that the world saw what I did to him. But you, Impact, you are facing me in a different way. A way that I adore. You face me, not as the others, with trying to beat me physically. We both know how we are in physical confrontation. It comes down to who can get who faster. But we both target the mind. You seek to break me, in the same way that I seek to remind you of who you really are. You seek to prove, no matter how much you deny, that your way is the right way. That you are correct. You are the absolute. You are the alpha and omega of Voltage. The beginning and end of EAW. You are the Deus Ex Machina of EAW and damned be the consequences of standing against the God Machine when you are unprepared and unable to accept the horror of what he can inflict on you. That’s what you are, and it terrifies me, because in the end the question remains, burned in my cerebrum. What if...I fail?

What if Impact is right? What if, once again, I step forth into the fray, and find myself at a loss? What happens then? What more could I possibly accomplish. Lance Hart gave me a chance, and I didn’t go to him to get it. I won’t deal with men like that. Men that forsake their armor and fists for a suit and a wad of cash. But, he was a fighter once. And like the fighter he once was, and the fighter he knows you are, he gave you the ultimatum. Win legitimately, or lose that which you hold dear to yourself. That title, which is your makeup. Your proof of existence. It is the fabric of your reality, and that reality for yourself is the fact that you are Seven Reigns. Seven...reigns. For the seventh time you stand at the pinnacle of EAW, basking in the glory of your conquest, unable to be unseated from who you are and what you have done. You stand there, holding up your title on high, the bodies of all that have come before you acting as a pedestal. The light is your gift, and with it...your existence. Because you’ve seen the other side. You’ve seen the shadow, and the heartache. You’ve dealt with the crushing blows against you. So you threw it aside, like you said. Cast aside what makes you the man, and have become the machine.

So what if I fail? What if you are right, and every scar on me is eating at me...well you are correct there. Every scar does still burn. Every wound still scorches the depths of my being, because it is a reminder that I couldn’t get the job done. Over and over I am reminded that I had the chance to take, for my family and myself, that moment in the light, and it didn’t happen. And that still hurts. I had the chance to unseat you from your throne at Road to Redemption and came up short. I had the chance. And I have it again. And once more, the threat comes...what happens if I fail? Well, the answer to that is simple Impact. I won’t. Because, I am afraid. I am afraid of failing again. I am afraid of losing to you. I am afraid of losing to the being that I seek to destroy. I am afraid of falling further into the darkness, so far that I can’t claw my way out. I am afraid! And that’s what makes me stronger than you. Because you say that your strength came from phasing out the weaker emotions, those weaker emotions are my strength. Because I know what they feel like, and I know how to turn them against who I’m facing. I was afraid of being alone, so I surrounded myself with others that had no one to turn to, and I gave them a family. A family with a hardcore champion. A family with a Specialist champion. A family that has overcome everything that has been thrown at them, and remains steadfast and ready to destroy everyone and anybody that gets in our way.

I won’t fail. I won’t fail, because I’m willing to admit that I have before, and that when I did it hurt me deeply. It nearly destroyed me. I can admit that, because it’s true. I faced my own demons, and I conquered them. And that’s what you are facing Impact. All of my failures, all of my inner demons, those aren’t alone. I have taken every bit of your own personal struggle...and I’ve heard it. I’ve heard it call out to me. Like the red letters that those innocent children...those poor children that seek my aid send to me, the mortal that is Impact calls out to me. To be ripped away from what he has become. This shell of a man. This robotic face that seeks only conquest, because that conquest will drive it forward. This automaton that will single-mindedly move forward, because if it stops...it will surely die. The man inside cries out. And I’ll gladly give it what it wants. A release. An end to the pain it suffers. But, you won’t care. I’m not speaking to that man. I’m speaking to the entity that is The Machine. The being that will run through me, add me to the bodies under its pedestal, because that is its purpose. Conquest. Glory. That title, grasped in its metallic hands. The screaming of those that it has destroyed before. You’ll do it again. And again. And again. And again. If I don’t stop you. If I don’t conquer my own fear, and charge at The Machine, what force can stop it?

Fitting then...that the Machine himself seems to find me standing against him amusing...or at the very least a prospect that he seeks to dismiss and destroy. A Machine has no choice. 100% effort into everything they do, without a second thought or excuse. A 100% is all they have. That’s the limit that machines go through every day. They have to put in 100%. And regardless of success or failure, 100% isn’t the end goal for me. And I know that when I face you, I can’t rely on 100%. That won’t cut it. I’ve faced you with everything I’ve had and came up short. Little by little, I got closer and closer. But never close enough. I refuse to believe that I’m at my limit. That I’ve reached the point of my apex. So, The Machine will stand against me...all pistons firing. All data circulating in its network to destroy me once again, maybe this time for good. To crush my ribs. Break my bones. Tear my flesh. And silence me. But The Machine cannot silence me. Impact, will never silence me. Because Impact isn’t facing just me. Impact is facing me, the demons of my fears and failures, and his own demons. And in the end...even a Machine must look into the abyss. And when it gazes back, Impact, what then? What then, when you are faced with the prospect of someone that won’t die. The fight of someone that refuses to give up. The horror of someone that will never forsake their humanity for a win...because their humanity is all that’s keeping them from plummeting into the abyss that you’ve fallen in?

Machine. Impact. King of Elite is going to be hell for both of us. And I’ve seen hell first hand. I’ve seen hell fired from the barrel of a gun. I watched hell as she dropped before my eyes. I watched hell as it pooled at her feet and she choked on her own blood. I watched hell long before you entered my life Impact. And when the flames settle around us...when the fire burns your systems and fries your mainframe, I hope you look up and see...that I have found my place in hell, Impact. And it’s at the throne. And I will be holding your reality. Your hopes, dreams and aspirations. I will walk into King of Elite as the Outcast. I will walk out of King of Elite...as a champion.”

As the vision fades away from his eyes he lowered his head, gazing down at the pool of water that surrounded the castle. Calming. Beautiful. And in the end...the abyss did indeed gaze back, and she smiled up longingly.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 5:18 am by **Jon McAdams**

McAdams is standing on top of his desk placing one of his strings from a few words on the board back to spot on a separate wall and grins while placing his hands on his hips. He’s back in his planning room. He takes a sip of his wine and then slides into the ring before standing up and looking down the camera.

“Whining? Maero. I’m simply stating facts. Facts you seem so desperate to want to ignore. Clearly something about what I spoke of has set you off. Don’t be such a child. Fake coughs? Really? Come now. I presumed you a bit bigger than all that. We’ve already gone down that road and of course you don’t make excuses, you’ve got no excuses for losing. I’ve got real legitimate reasons but you. No. come on. I see what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to convince yourself that because you hold that belt it’s all sealed and good. You’re writing me off because you won one match and you think you deserve it because oh the people how they cheer the thief who stole away my belt. You claim to be a predator, but a predator doesn’t run away with something that isn’t their’s, That belt is marked territory. That belt belongs to me and this hunt only has one end. You know what’s funny is everyone says, ‘Jon, you’re not a gentleman! You’re a scoundrel!’ etc. etc. I am a class above. I come from a pedigree and a society and that in both mannerisms, brilliance, and bloodshed is a class above the peasantry that you’ve grown from. You say I’m nothing but… nothing but… I hope you keep that classless attitude. I hope that you hold on to it and try your best to believe it because we both know that this victory was a fluke. You managed to fluke your way to this point. Nothing about you screams fighting victorious champion. Your record is proof of that. Your longevity here is only a result of Eclipse needing one more pet in his stable. As I’ve said, you’ve managed to steal two victories from me. Steal them. Not earn them. So talk about your odds, they’re never in your favor, talk about how you’ve won and fought and done all these amazing things but we both know the truth. Maero is a losing name, and in that ring McAdams is always the big money draw.

Fallen from grace? Come on, Maero. I am the very grace and mercy and power in this company. I am the one who gives out grace, I am the one who shows mercy. I am the one who sets the bar. It isn’t ever a matter of me clawing my way back up, it’s dragging my title back to my level. Cynical? No, I’m real and for you to try so hard to condescend to me is so unbecoming of you. Maero, who do you actually think you are? You stole a title from a man who earned that belt in an eight the time it took you to win it after you’ve lost a million times before it to get it. You steal that belt from me and you’re a big man now? Maero, no one believes that. You don’t really even believe that. And you’re going to compare me to video games and then talk about them. You’re right, I don’t waste my time with that crap. I have a prestigious belt I have to work very hard to make worthy. Day and night even now I am working to make this whole thing something bigger because I look at you holding my belt and I think, that fool is going to drag that belt into the ground and make it meaningless. Why are you so.. Hell bent on trying to spruce up your victories here? Four times? Maero, we’ve only stepped into the ring three times now. If you’re going to attack me at least make an honest attempt at the truth. I imagine the reason you said something stupid like this was to maybe inflate your fragile and sudden confidence and make you forget what actually happened in those matches. I don’t need to open my eyes, you need to just turn on your computer and watch the matches yourself. Check the records and you need to remember why you were afraid of me to begin with because I think that you’ve forgotten what got you that title to begin with.

I don’t know why you brought Ahren into this, he’s not part of our match, and he wasn’t me. Once again, you pinned Ahren but I pinned you. That’s one for one. Period. As for my toys? Yeah sure, I’ve got a few fun surprises… but that’s not really what I’m counting on. I’m counting on you Maero to just be yourself. Or whatever this is. Your faux confidence is amusing. Your lack of self control has always been your down fall and it’s good to see it flying out of you in spades once again. So go out and find some poor hapless weak individual to murder to try and intimidate me again, Go out and be the edgy little mini eclipse I know you’re just dying to be but remember. You were afraid of me, I was never afraid of you. You talk about walking through hell? We both know what hell looks like, and what the embodiment of it looks like after something has been stolen from it. You won’t be walking through hell, you’ll be slamming into it and being crushed underneath it. I’m not Kanye West. I’m not some soft celebrity on an ego trip. I’m the man with the ear of the company up to my lips, stacking this whole thing against you. I’m the man with money, the power, the politics to make this place a nightmare for people like you. So put on your juggalo make up and pretend like you’re something important, but to me, you’ll always be a homeless man with a gun staring down a regiment of navy seals. You don’t have a chance.

That title is going to need to be deep cleaned when I get it back. Perhaps even re-branded. I may take that title and burn it and create a new and more stunningly beautiful one because what you’ve done is rape that title. Your definition is filth and dirt and chaos. That is who you are. That title is the pinnacle of hardcore. You think you know what that means but you don't. You think it means blood and weapons and all this silly stuff that those stupid fans pay money to see but I know better. You know what makes me far more hardcore than you? You have to do this. You have to be here. This is the only thing you can do. Yeah, you were a doctor for a short time but clearly that didn’t work and now you’re here talking to me about how stars created us because you’re a lunatic with no real understanding of the situation you’re in. Your career isn’t hardcore because you have to be here and do this. Me? I don’t. I’m the millionaire who gets in the ring with psychos like you and shows that I am willing to spill just as much blood as you. I am the millionaire who will spill everyone’s blood just to prove a point. I’ll bring that whole damn company down just to show everyone and remind everyone of who I am. I am Jon McAdams, The Survivor, The Tactician, The True Hardcore Champion. If your definition of Hardcore is what you are, then I hope to always be a disgrace to the values that you hold dear. Don’t misunderstand me outcast. I don’t think the system is rigged. I think there are moments where it can get away from me but I am the system. I am the very power that holds you down. I represent everything that you aren’t and that includes power, greatness, glory, honor, pride, respect, charisma, and money. So you want to try and bite me? Give me a little nibble? I’m going to tear your fucking head off.”

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 3:04 am by **Impact**

“My failures have made me who I am today, and I wouldn’t change my past because I know it doesn’t define my present,” says the man constantly trying to rebuild his confidence.

“I am a reflection of my actions, both negative and positive,” says the loser struggling to come to grips with the fact that he would give absolutely anything to change what happened to him.

“My disappointments and setbacks have allowed me to prepare for an even greater comeback,” says the once-brave leader of men turned into a timid, tortured soul, marred by the regret of what he couldn’t do.

Your past doesn’t define your present, but the memory of what you couldn’t do remains, the memory of what I couldn’t do remains, and what sets apart machines like myself from inferior, more destructively emotive models like Eclipse Diemos is the steadfast, stubborn refusal to acknowledge how big the hurdle of overcoming an enormous failure truly is. Me, I lost to Mr. DEDEDE at Reckless Wiring, I reevaluated, and I gained clarity by committing myself to completely become The Machine. It was a difficult challenge for me mentally, but by overcoming my emotions, throwing to the wayside feelings like fear and uncertainty all the while synthesizing anger and an unwavering passion for success at the forefront of my programming, I reinvented myself by taking something that was great — but flawed — and rectifying those flaws by phasing out what had been holding me back from realizing my ultimate potential. Am I flawless? No, but what made me imperfect, uncomfortably vulnerable and susceptible to failure, is the very thing that will prove to be the undoing of Eclipse Diemos at King of Elite. Rather than idly sit back and hope diamonds would fall in my lap, I updated, and I found the bugs that had been plaguing me in the many months prior were no longer there. My opponents discovered the same — the hard way. My goal has never been to achieve the unrealistic impossible, the child-like idea of perfection that requires you to mitigate all shortcomings, but to build the sturdiest foundation attainable, and I’ve done exactly that. I scratched the proverbial itch that so many of you, Diemos included, have never been able to reach. I’m not unbreakable, but whereas a few pebbles may have created cracks in the foundation before, now a boulder will not. I have truly overcome my failures, silenced my skeptics, and defeated the demons that once dared to consume me, but… Has Eclipse? Has Eclipse Diemos set foot on that uncharted territory of enlightenment that allows you to move past your greatest failures? There have been sports organizations, world-class boxers, chess masters whose names became synonymous with success, genius, cunning, who upon experiencing failure for the very first time never again reached the heights they once stood at because one colossal failure set them astray, never to return to that course that once felt like a personal paradise to these players, aficionados of their chosen fields, because they always excelled. You lose sight of who you actually are when you experience a constant streak of highs, and when the lowest lows set in, the highs often stop coming forever. Eclipse Diemos and his Sanatorium may not know it now, but for all we know, Eclipse could have already reached his apex. That fight in the bright lights at last year’s King of Elite could very well amount to the pinnacle of his wrestling career. Tragic, huh? Or would that simply mean he never truly belonged in the main event to begin with — that he was just another hand who got lucky before flaming out? If Eclipse hasn’t flamed out, who better than me to extinguish the fire? In an alternate universe, maybe George Copeland was the first ever Answers World Champion. Maybe I didn’t beat CM Banks for the World Heavyweight Championship at Pain for Pride 3. Maybe Jaywalker walked out of the second Road to Redemption as World Heavyweight Champion and I ended up just another busted prospect that never won the big one. But no, because of me, because of my success, I have forced all of the men that have crossed paths with me to look at themselves in the mirror and ask the question: “What if?” What if they had beaten me? What if they had won the Grand Rampage? What if they had won the Extreme Elimination Chamber? My success isn’t impressive simply because of what I’ve done; it’s impressive because of what I have prevented. Imagine a King set to rise to the throne in the medieval era who was killed by a vagrant in the days before his crowning. He changed history, and in the same vein that King fell, I changed history for both Hall of Famers and busted flame-outs alike in my own lawless land here in EAW. Need I go on?

Jaywalker could be a six or seven-time World Champion, but I stopped him. I changed history.

CM Banks could have continued to run the empire, but I stopped him. I changed history.

Hurricane Hawk, instead of the perpetual on-again, off-again failure that he became, could have been a staple of EAW’s future with a World Championship win at Road to Redemption 6. But what happened? I stopped him. I made history and changed it at the same damn time.

If it weren’t for me, an upstart’s career could have blossomed, or a great one could have simply continued to flourish. I stunted their growth. I would never let their Cinderella stories, or their pride, or their gratification, come at my expense. And there’s a deeper lesson there, Eclipse, one that won’t be fully ingrained into you until after the dust has already settled on an emptied battlefield, that it doesn’t matter how many times someone claims to have braved adversity. It doesn’t matter how many times someone says they overcame the odds. It doesn’t matter how much you’ve won since you failed to win the World Heavyweight Championship. Those scars on your body, those crushing losses you’ve taken, you pretend you wear them like armor but in truth it’s eating you inside. That through every encounter, every match, when push comes to shove and your actions confess who you really are, you’ve been exposed as second-rate. How could it not? You’ve been eager to answer their questions, but time and time again you’re silent not because you don’t want to, but because you’ve been unable to. Will that be the end of your tale? I don’t know, but you’re facing someone at King of Elite who makes all of the previous chapters in your career look like they were straight out of an entirely different book. And maybe they were. Maybe this is the dawn of a rejuvenated Eclipse Diemos, the end of the old who struggled against Gabriel Eden, bowed his head to JJ Silva, and couldn’t win the World Heavyweight Championship, and the beginning of something new. Something different. A beast unlike any incarnation of yourself we’ve witnessed before. Rest assured, this isn’t intended as a compliment, but that’s exactly who I expect to be standing across from me at King of Elite. Not the Eclipse Diemos from the Grand Rampage, or the lackey Eclipse Diemos, but the patriarch of The Sanatorium. The man who made a statement on Voltage by attacking me. I take no satisfaction in dismantling easy prey, but the onus isn’t on me to prove to you that I’m The Machine. The onus is on Eclipse Diemos to prove that beneath that eccentric personality, those assurances you’ve made, and all the times — including right now — you said a match was the most important of your career only for you to wrestle as if it were just another day in the office… That, beneath all of those layers… He is the Fear Incarnate. He is the man capable of leading EAW into its next generation. He’s the guy that defeated Aren Mstislav and Lucian Black, not the guy whose career is defined by disappointments and setbacks. I’ve faced disappointment before and endured setbacks. I’ve been in the driver’s seat only to crash into another man’s vehicle. But after peeling my layers off, after doing away with the bravado and picking out every inessential quality I possessed until I was down to the bare bones, I trekked through dark peril and found glorious light. Can you say the same of yourself, Eclipse? Or are you just another leader in name only? EAW is full of those. How would you manage to stand out?

You wouldn’t. And you haven’t.

That’s why at King of Elite, you can kiss all the fabricated stories surrounding me that you people have tried to create goodbye. It is not, and has never been, my job to prove myself to you or to anyone else. I’m not the one facing a test. I triumphed over the crucible I faced already. Far more often is it that I hear people questioning me than questioning themselves. And that, above all else, is evidence of the backwards world that we live in, where I get interrogated about my legitimacy as The Machine, where Lance Hart goes out of his way to stack the odds against me by stipulating that if I get disqualified I will lose my title that I worked harder for than anybody trying to take it from me. That isn’t reality. That’s the fiction guys like Eclipse Diemos have created. Like many of those would-be legends and greats whose legacies just won’t quite stack up because of the hell I forced them to suffer through, Eclipse Diemos, who could have been a titan of this industry, will become just another guy. And maybe it won’t be because he was unable to, or because he didn’t have the talent, or because he isn’t World Championship material.

Maybe it’ll just be because The Machine took over.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 2:22 am by **Jacob Senn**

Greatest of All Time… don’t make me laugh!

I’m delighted that you have been able to find that spark to rejuvenate the lackluster years that you’ve had over the last couple of years, transforming yourself into this rebirth of the brash and confident Heart Break Boy that everyone so fondly remembers you as, that I might actually shed a tear at the sight of the smile that’s on your face. However, The Heart Break Boy is going to lose his smile once I make those pearly whites of his become FORCED DOWN HIS THROAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT RING AT KING OF ELITE! That smile will fade away in a few short days, when I defend this championship and carry it on my shoulder with pride and respect, but why don’t you just relish in the moment that you have in even being gifted another opportunity? For it gives cheer unto my soul to hear that you’re thankful for the opportunity that you have, because if I didn’t lower myself into giving a damaged legend that has become wrought in disrepair a title shot, you wouldn’t have been restored to the former glory that you are at right now! You feel like you’re on top of the world, that anything is possible and you can grab whatever trophy that you want, but this trophy on my shoulder will stay with me! For when you enter that ring in Denmark, I know that your family will fly from Missouri to watch you fight me for that championship to see their husband, their father, their best friend become EAW World Heavyweight Champion once again! They want to see the reincarnation of the man that gave them such pride to see steal a show, to headline the big match on the big show, and be the main event that he always used to preach about! THEY WANT! THE FANS WANT IT! I WANT IT! To the surprise of the many, I want you to be the man that you say you are! I want you to be the best Heart Break Boy that you can be and STUN EVERYONE! However, we don’t live in that world. We don’t live in the world that’s all sunshine and rainbows and you can have whatever you want, we live in a world full of sharks and wolves that will devour one another when given the opportunity, and I’m the hunter of all the beasts that believe that their the true champion of this kingdom! You can chase this championship, the prime rib that you salivate over and hunger for more than anything that this world can offer upon you, do it all you want! I don’t mind if you love the chase, but it’s going to be a LONG road for you, because this championship won’t be going anywhere and it is right where it belong on the shoulder of The Punisher that will soon be named the face of not only Dynasty, but EAW as a whole! However, I heard you speak about being the Greatest of All Time and let me tell you, you’re a far cry from it!

See, you went out and retired on a good note and I applauded you for it! Drake and Jones took you out, I understand that, but you recognized that your time in this business was up. You had your nice speech to give to the people, to tell them your goodbyes, and you walked out with your head held high! You even knew what I’ve already told you, that the evolution the new era has passed right over you, and the next generation adapted to the times as the people demanded a greater talent! After a while, you sat at home and spent time with your family! You were able to spend time with your wife, get to catch up on some things with the kids that the business wouldn’t allow you to do, but you were doing that while there was another that was continuing to build onto the brand that IS DYNASTY! I’m the one that has continued to build on this place BRICK BY BRICK, with every single inch of my work ethic and determination, and no gratitude was EVER given to me for it! I appreciate the sentiment that you have to respect me in that regard, the only thing that I’ve ever searched for in my career was that respect, but that’s where the respect ended for you. You don’t care about my putting my blood, my sweat, my tears into each brick that has been placed onto what you have walked into as the cement! You’ve only come into this ring to add a nice little lamp for me to look at, maybe a good recliner to sit in, or a nice little table for us to eat dinner on. What about that nice flat-screen TV that I’ve always wanted and you placed it in the living room for me, and you want to call yourself the Greatest of All Time for it? THANKS, BUT NO THANKS! For that’s what’s happened since you’ve returned to Dynasty, HBB! You’ve gotten a few good wins here and there, really had some classic matches since then, but you’ve only been shown as a flash in the pan because when the man that has been doing the work and has been putting everything into this business, you’ve been forced to recognize the real greatness that stands before you! So if this words are a bit of a bitter pill to swallow, then you can do what you’ve done best in recent years, there’s the door and GET OUT AS IT’S TOO TOUGH FOR YOU! However, I know you won’t do that, you have too much pride in you and you NEED this fight to show the world that HBB still has a lot of fight left inside of him as the best in the business! I know that you’re going to give me the match of a lifetime, a fight that won’t be forgotten and left under the rug, and I intend to do the same and give you a reason to know why I’m the face and you’re the understudy that’s going to find out how it’s done in this era!

You think that you’re the only one that’s going to have to be desperate in this situation, but even though you brought mention to it, you really must have let what happened in the Elimination Chamber slip through your mind! I’m a man that is the epitome of desperation, something that you determined to bring disgrace to this World Heavyweight Championship, and I have to prove to you that the only disgrace is the way you want to demean my woman because you can’t handle being slapped around like a bitch! Trust me, what comes at King of Elite will be more than just me slapping you around, because I’m going to make sure that you feel what happens to you in the most excruciating of ways! You haven’t had the chance to truly experience the abilities that I have in the ring, with the other participants and the Elimination Chamber itself that were all involved at Road to Redemption, but that will all change at King of Elite! While you were doing your pilgrimage for The Church and being reacquainted with God, I was honing my talents and developing my skills! I was fighting wars and winning battles, all in the name of Dynasty and for my own personal sake! I was stepping up the ladder and marching my way to the top TO BECOME THE FACE THAT DEMANDS TO BE RESPECTED FOR HIS TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS THAT HAVE ALL BEEN MET WITH RESOUNDING SUCCESS! That’s what eats you up inside, isn’t it, HBB? That’s why you call me a disgrace to this world championship, that’s why you didn’t respect me for being able to hold this championship high in the air, and that’s why you won’t respect me TRUTHFULLY until I shatter every bone in your body to the point that I’m able to be declared the TRUE EAW World Heavyweight Champion! For you haven’t been met with the same success recently that I have, the same trophies that I have been able to capture, and you just hate to see me as the one to hold this honor and not yourself! I know the feeling because it burned inside of me when I watched Tyler Parker, Brian Daniels, Ares Vendetta, Scott Oasis, Lucian Black, all of these men reign and dominate to be called upon as the man that represented the best of a company! I still feel that fire inside of me that wants to prove them all wrong and show them that there is only one person that is the best and that’s where my desperation takes root! For if I can’t beat you or any other person that desires to challenge me for this championship, how can I make such a claim to be the very best of this roster and any other roster they can find for me? Since the Elimination Chamber wasn’t enough for the people of Dynasty to be able to respect me as their world champion, King of Elite will be the night where there shall be no doubt placed into the minds of the people that I’m just that! THE WORLD CHAMPION!

I want everyone who hears these words to imagine the biggest battle that you can fathom in your mind, whatever can be conjured up in your imagination from the universe of this sport that we inhabit, and vividly go through it in your mind. You can imagine The Heart Break Boy as the greatest in-ring performer if you want to choose to have that fairy tale corrupt your mind, but do so anyway, but place him on the other side of Jacob Senn! Your imagination might find a glorious legend dethroning an arrogant champion that has become wrapped up in his own egotistical boasting that he wasn’t able to meet the threat to his championship with the right style! To most people, that would be the image that comes to mind. Do you want to hear what enters into my mind? What I see when I close my eyes and imagine the match that unfolds between HBB and I, it’s most definitely a true classic! An iconic match that people will know they got their money’s worth out of! The conclusion isn’t the same as you imagine, because what I see is a man tattered and broken beyond repair that his body desperately clings to desire, with the man that has been the cornerstone of Dynasty FOR YEARS standing tall with the EAW World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder and that same smile that people have grown familiar with for the past few months! The music will hit like a church organ, HBB will lie on that ring like he would in a coffin being left out for people to see the loved one for the final time, and I shall walk out having giving him the final masterpiece to leave his adoring fans with! For I won’t be in that match to steal anything, to perform better than man that I brought back from the darkness he resided in, or to outshine a man that considers himself to be the golden standard of this business, but I go out there at King of Elite to do the two things a champion should always do.

Win and retain.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 1:48 am by **Drastik**

(The scene opens up to a hotel room again with the camera facing the bathroom door at an angle. Drastik is heard from around the corner, “Are we rolling yet?” The cameraman confirms that the camera’s on and Drastik pops out dressed up just like Steve Irwin. You had to expect that this joke was going to be played out at some point, right? His pants are nut-huggers and his shirt is way too unbuttoned. Drastik begins speaking with an Australian accent but it’s so bad that the cameraman says to stop and just talk in his normal voice. Drastik sighs and throws his hat on the bed before looking at the camera and speaking his mind.)

Let me start out by saying that I know you weren’t talking to me, Jamie O’Hara. It was pretty clear that the dramatic story of continued failure and being so lost that you have to question the things you didn’t do in the past was served on a platter for Tiberius, a guy who should be able to relate to something like that. After all, when we’re talking about wishing to change things in the past, Tiberius can be just like you, I bet. I’m not necessarily talking as far back as when he was banished from his tribe of goofballs, but the game of inches that kept on victimizing him over and over again. Missing a step, waiting a second too long, being just a finger’s length away from the ropes, misjudging a distance that needed to be closed, whatever it was, when you don’t have too many things to hang your hat on, you’re forced to hone in on these shortcomings. “What could I have done differently?” “What if this happened instead of that?” It’s probably the most honest you’ve been this whole week, Jamie—seeing you daydream about the past and wonder how things would look today had you done something different yesterday. It’s mindsets like that that actually transcend the wrestling industry—even the common man can relate to your struggle of being so lost that you look back over your shoulder while also not wanting to see because you know in your heart JUST how close you were to changing EVERYTHING. I know you say that you aren’t blinded or bitter about the past—about those shortcomings, about that game of inches—but there’s a reason that you think about it, and there’s even a reason why you bring it up to a guy like Tiberius. What you’re talking about is regret. You might not actively allow it to eat away at you because, after all, this is supposed to be a triumphant story about a man who fell from a mountain and dragged his near-lifeless body back up it. But the fact remains. These are regrets. You and Tiberius might think about it actively, but I’ll tell you honestly that I don’t. It’s not because I’m some hardened machine that doesn’t feel a thing, just comes into work to get the job done and leave. It’s not because I’ve got the disposition to meditate on a loss for several hours and release it into the void as if it never happened. I know that they’re there. But the difference between me and guys like you and TJ is that I don’t NEED to even entertain the idea of things being different anymore because my triumphs have paved over it. It’s ridiculous when anyone tries to take something away from me because I wasn’t, at one time, able to do something on the first go. Even now, when people talk about last year and stuff with Cyclone, it’s not like that’s silently been eating away at me. Those things only ever get dug up when people like you try to run the smear campaign against me, grasping at literally anything they can. When this passes up, people are going to scroll back in the record books and cite a house show loss to ETR or a battle royal that I was eliminated second in back on Dynasty in 2009 when I had the flue or a dance battle against HRDO that got ugly and got me carted out on a stretcher in the end. People will do whatever they can to smear me, but it doesn’t have its affect anymore because my greatness transcends and writes over those shortcomings. They fall to the side because there is so much more to me that people immediately realize—that they immediately sense. That’s legacy in action.

If you didn’t already have me laughing enough already, you go on with your story to tell us that you apparently got lost in the sauce as New Breed Champion and needed to subject yourself to losing because it was “right” for you? Please, I know you say I don’t listen to you, but please tell me if I don’t have that right. I get coming off of a loss and correcting a mistake—tightening your laces or wearing kneepads or working on your vertical so you can spring to the top rope faster. But a loss for the sake of a loss? For the sake of your mentality? This is the stuff that makes me lose it with you, Jamie. You spoke of a lowly Hardcore Championship that I won and dropped in a flash—a championship I explained was more a pawn than anything else—but you, at your core, are the type of person to lug around what might as well be an participation award for up-and-comers. I’m not upset that you won that or even that you defended it. But to get LOST in it? To think you had everything going so smoothly that you desperately NEEDED a loss to wake up out of it? I don’t know, O’Hara. The more I think about this, you calling me delusional from the get go probably should have been a giant, waving red flag for me. What you’re revealing to me more than anything else by wondering about alternative universes where little things were slightly different is that you and Tiberius should be chalked up more and more as “could have beens”. You could have been something great. You could have been a two-time champion. Tiberius could have beaten Lannister. The current champions could have been different. The shelf life of everyone’s career could have been shortened or lengthened. It’s all hypothetical mumbo jumbo to me, and I don’t see the point in engaging in that. The more this dialogue continues, the more I’m convinced that neither of you guys are even set on moving forward because you’re too concerned in avenging the past, whether it be redemption for being banished or redemption for falling from your perch. You’re both too worried about the game of inches. And all the while, it’s making me less and less worried because the two men who I pumped up as being the champions of their respective brackets have proven to be nothing more than fragile-minded. Weak. Pathetic. Wishful. I could go on and on about what you are, but this Sunday, I’ll objectively show you what you’re not—King of Elite, better than me.

(Drastik smirks, pleased with what he had to say before diving on the bed and thrashing around with his hat, acting out like he’s wrestling a crocodile. He stops and asks what the difference between a crocodile and an alligator is before putting the hat back on his head and walking out to the balcony. The cameraman flicks the camera off. The screen goes black. The text comes out. And all that counts. Is here and now. My universe will never be the same. I’m glad you came—sorry. White text, as usual for a moment.)

SAIL

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 1:38 am by **The High Rollerz**

(Jack is sitting at the RAD Betting Agency, waiting for David to join him. He doesn’t know what to do with himself without David there to keep him company. He’s bored, he’s just staring at the walls, starting to see things. Shadows on the wall start dancing, and taunting him, saying “David’s not coming back, he’s with us now”. Jack’s going crazy obviously)

Jack: SHUT UP, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT… oh he’s here

(David storms into the RAD Betting agency in a wild fury)

David: Da fuq goin on in diss bitch!

Jack: The shadow people were mocking me again

David: Don’t listen to them, you’re a golden stallion

Jack: I’m a human being, and if I was golden then I’d be very sick

David: Why are you taking things so literally?

Jack: Vietnam

David: That was like 10 years ago, you weren’t even there

Jack: Nam has had lasting effects on many people

David: True, you’re a trooper, a real American hero.

Jack: Thank you, you too.

David: Shall we do this?

Jack: Do what?

(David gets a very serious look on his face, pulls a cool hat out of nowhere, puts it on his head. He turns around, then looks back at Jack, tilting the hat even further before delivering the line that sends chills down your spine…)

David: …. This

Jack: I have no idea what this is but sure, I’m ready to do …this!

(David pats Jack on the shoulder, and they get up and walk over to the stoop)

Jack: Oh are we just going to the stoop? Is that what this was?

David: Haha… No…. TRANSITION SEQUENCE!!!

(A High Rollerz logo flashes on the screen. When the scenery opens up again they’re with the EAW seamstress, Wanita.)

David: Look Wanita, it’s not that difficult, we want the captain C badges sewn to our skin so people know that we are the co-captains of the greatest team of all time, The High Rollerz.

Jack: We are impervious to pain, so slap those babies on us! Watch the nips tho

Wanita: I’m telling you, I’m not doing that. I’m not comfortable sewing into your skin, you’ll get an infection.

Jack: Water you a doctor? You just know how my body works? IT’S MY BODY I’LL DO WHATEVER I WANT TO IT MOM!!

Wanita: Wanita

Jack: Momita

David: Fine, fine, I guess she won’t budge Jack. Just put it on our swaggin tights I guess.

Jack: Ugh… But you better make the design dope. I’m talking Dollar signs, Dice, Slot Machines, Money, Fire Breathing Dragons!! Power!

Wanita: How do I sew power?

Jack: I don’t know you’re supposed to be the professional, you figure it out

Wanita: I don’t know how I’m going to fit all that either, you’re asking a lot out of me

David: They don’t give you the big bucks for nothing, thanks babe, see you in 20

Wanita: Minutes?

David: No dollars… Of course minutes

Wanita: You’re insane, that’s not happening

David and Jack: K thanks byeeee

David and Jack: Whoa, how’d we do that?! Whoa we did it again…

Jack: Ok I’m done with this bit, let’s go back to the stoop

David: K… TRANSITION!!

(The High Rollerz get back to the stoop, and stand there in awe at what their eyes are beholding. David sees someone backstage holding a cup of coffee and rips it out of their hand. He takes a sip of the coffee just to spit it out to show how shocked he is. The camera pans to The High Rollerz’ stoop and it is tragically vandalized. The words “High Rollers sucks” are spray painted onto the steps. Yes High Rollers with an S and not a z, so you can see why Jack and David would be livid.)

David: What… IS.. THIS… SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Jack: Deep breaths, Deep breaths

Interviewer: HEY GUUUUYSSSSS!!

Jack: NOT NOW!!

(Interviewer sulks away)

David: Who did this? Who has a death wish?!! WHO WANTS TO DIE TONIGHT??!!!!!!

(David starts running up to everyone in sight. The first person is some little intern. He picks him up and shakes him)

David: DID YOU DO THIS?!!? WHO DO YOU WORK FOOOOOOOOR?!?!?!

Intern: AHHH WHATS HAPPENING??!?!

David: USELESS

(He tosses him aside and looks around, looking for any suspicious people)

Jack: HER! SHE SEEMS SUSPICIOUS!!!

(David runs over to an elderly woman in a wheelchair)

David: WHY DID YOU DO THIS??? IS IT BECAUSE YOU HATE MY SEXUAL YOUTHFUL FIRE???!! HUH??? GETTING REVENGE FOR THAT OLD WOMAN WE SAVED A YEAR AGO???!

Elderly Woman: AHHHH IMMMMMM OOOOLLLLLLDDDDDDDD! Young man, where are your manners? Just so you know, I will not hesitate to hit you with my purse, which is filled with butterscotch hard candy. So you bout that life, fam? Square up! I’ve been watching a lot of Worldstar Fight Compilations just for a moment like this!

David: Oh wow, respect. I can already tell you would be a tougher challenge than Matt Number 1, aka Matthew Irvin Miles IV. I don’t really know if he is the fourth Matt in his family’s history, but I am going to pretend he is.

???: IT WAS I.

Jack: WHO SAID THAT SHIT!?! WHO TRYNNA GET DEEZ HANDS

???: ME!!

(Both Jack and David look at the man who admitted to doing the unspeakable crime. They gasp!)

David: No..it can’t be! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD STOOP SO LOW! AHHHH, I AM SO HEATED THAT I CAN’T EVEN LAUGH AT MY PUN!

Jack: Oh....Who the hell is that?

David: Oh, I thought you knew who this guy was?

Jack: Ummmmm, no I don’t associate myself with guys with mustaches, wearing trench coats… I mean just look at him, he’s twiddling the damn thing right now.

David: Oh, that’s oddly specific

Jack: I had a bad experience as a child

Random mustache trench coat guy: ENOUGH… I’ve done this to…

Jack: Hey David, we probably should talk about our match or something

David: Oh true, that sloot responded didn’t he.. Which one was it, Miles?

Jack and David: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Jack: That was a good one

David: Yeah, ‘cause he doesn’t talk and stuff.

MTCG: Hey… I was trying to..

(Jack and David turn their back on the dude, because he doesn’t matter, and the spray paint will go away in the rain anyways… because it rains a lot indoors)

Jack: So you want to start this or should I? OORRRRRRRRRRRRR do you want to check if our captain badges are ready?

David: Ugh, I mean I want to check if our badges are ready obvs.. But I guess responding is for the best… I just reeeeaaaaally can’t pay attention to what Matt Ryder says because he’s too...Matt Rydery. What is Matt Rydery? It’s a synonym for dull. Really really...really really really really really really...really dull. Think of Meg from Family Guy to give you a better understanding. Or better yet, Toby Flenderson from The Office.

Jack: I know what you mean, maybe we can get that sloot interviewer to give us the cliffsnotes so we don’t have to put ourselves through the agony?

(Just then the interviewer busts through the door)

Interviewer: I HEARD MY NAME!!

Jack: HA! So you admit your one true name is in fact the Interviewer

David: Gotcha bitch

Interviewer: No… I just know how you two refer to me.. Am I needed now?

Jack: Yes, the time is right to let our lackey off the chain, and help us out

Interviewer: What do you want?

David: We know for a fact that you listen to what everyone says because you have no life of your own. Seeing that we don’t have the patience to listen to Matt Ryder, please tell us. What did he say?

Interviewer: Well, let me…. Take a gander Smile

Jack: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Interviewer: Hmm?

Jack: NO NO NOOO NOOO NO! You’re just an interviewer, you are not getting a catchphrase. Especially one as bad as “let’s take a gander”…you awful human. Just do your job so we don’t have to breathe the same air as you any longer than we have to, it would be a great service to the Rip Daddy

Interviewer: Rip Daddy?

Jack: Yeah… All my friends call me that on occasion

Interviewer: Oh I didn’t know that…

Jack: Well yeah… You’re not one of my friends

Interviewer: Huumph… Fine… All right, for starters, Ryder made the comment that…

(Then all of a sudden, interviewer’s brother, Smug Guy, steps into the scene. He grabs the microphone and tells the interviewer he’s got this.)

Interviewer: What...what are you doing? This is my thing. Don’t ruin this for me.

Smug Guy: Well, I thought I was doing you a favor since I just got word that one of your cats died.

Interviewer: Oh which one?

Smug Guy: Sprinkles…

Interviewer: NOOOOOOOOO, NOT SPRINKLES! DADDY IS COMING!

(Interviewer gives Smug Guy the mic and all three of David, Jack, and Smug Guy watch the interviewer attempt to run away, but it’s not pretty because he is very unathletic and uncoordinated.)

Smug Guy: Ha, I lied. So I got this boys, relax. Just like my brother, I heard everything that Ryder said.

Jack: God you’re so smug….

David: So smug…

Smug Guy: Look, we gotta do this! You gotta promote your upcoming match, it’s a very big deal. Don’t worry I have questions written down.

Jack: Coooooool, want a cookie or something? Just get to it, damn

David: Yeah, want a golden star, huh? A pat on the back?

Smug Guy: I am going to ignore all of that because I have a good feeling that you will invite me to poker night in the near future. We tight yo!

Jack: You’re almost as cringey as Matt Ryder… I’m bout 4 or 5 seconds from wildin… Just get to it! You have a smugness cloud the size of San Francisco right now. And I want to punch it out of you… So please… Before I have to do that.. Ask.. Me… A.. God.. Damn.. Question………

Smug Guy: Ok… well

Jack:.... Sloot

Smug Guy: Ok well.. How do you feel about him referring to himself as Ol’ Uncle Ryder?

David: Um...it makes me feel very uncomfortable. It makes me want to contact the authorities. It also makes me want to punch you in the face. Let’s see, oh, it makes me think that he is going to become a country rock singer and go on a tour with his pal, Uncle Kracker. It is just...just so disgusting and if he isn’t fined for that remark, I will be appalled.

Jack: Millions of children worldwide were scared, they ran and hid under their bed covers. They’ve had enough creepy uncles that have a quarter in their pocket for them if you know what I mean…

Smug Guy: What do you mean?

Jack: Well.. Some creepy uncles, not any of mine, but I’ve heard stories, like to cut a hole in their pocket. Then don’t wear any underwear, and tell their niece or nephew to reach in their pocket to grab some candy. Only they don’t have a tasty treat to satisfy their sweet tooth… They grab some creepy uncle dick.

Smug Guy: Oh…

Jack: Yeah.. You can bet creepy Uncle Ryder is very fond of this game.

Smug Guy: Ok so Jack, Matt says that your friend David Davidson getting hit in the back of the head a few weeks ago shouldn’t have affected you losing at all, what do you say?

Jack: What do I say? I say that’s a total complete and utterly stupid, asinine thing to say. So let me get this straight, my friend of 20 something years, gets hit in the back of the head with a championship title belt. Pure gold, and I’m just supposed to be like, eh whatever? No, I’m a human being, and when my best friend gets blindsided, and hurt by a cheap shot, by a little bitch of a competitor, yeah, my attention is going to go to that. I was concerned, perfectly normal reaction to that. I understand you have no idea what it actually means to be in a tag team, but to me, when your partner is in trouble that takes precedent. Just another example as to why you’re not fit to be in a tag team, you’re ruining this division.

Smug Guy: Well he says it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t like or care about Matt Miles. He says that all that matters is the results they have in that ring.

David: Is that what he said, Smug Guy? Because I am just taking your word for it. If you are wrong, it is all your fault and you should honestly be stoned to death. Okay I take that back. Even though I hate your smug face and personality, I don’t wish death upon you. I just want you to get really hurt, that is all. Now back to your little question. Oh wait, you didn’t even ask me a question, that’s cool. You are definitely related to interviewer. But yeah, personally speaking, I think Matt Number 2 does somewhat care about his partner, since they decided to team after all. Although, upon further review, I must remind myself that the only reason why they exist as a team is because of that Grand Prix Tournament, so I am not so sure anymore. I guess what we can all agree on is that Matt Number 2 is a..,what is he, Jack?

Jack: A lil baby back bitch.

David: That’s it! It was on the tip of my tongue, but just couldn’t remember it, thanks!

Jack: No problem! I’m here to help! But yeah, he’s such a lil bitch, just like his partner who struggled to get ahead early on and continues to struggle to this very day. Let’s talk about how Miles had to create a whole different persona, Judas, to try and get to that next level that’s always escaped his grasp. Only to let that level escape his grasp yet again! Whoa, what a let down! That’s basically all Matt Miles career has been, a major let down.

Smug Guy: Oh wow, that was…

David: No, we weren’t done. We are going to stay on topic and continue to call out the man that has seemed to pursue a career as a mime instead of a professional wrestler. MATT MILES! Look, I even called you Matt Miles instead of Matt Number 1. I must admit that your silence up until this point has actually somewhat worked in your favor. How? Because you have tortured our ears by them only being subjected to Matt Number 2’s voice, thoughts and just overall BS. So if this was your intention, then cool. But odds are, you are probably feeling a little down. Feeling a little defeated and rightfully so, since I mean, you did get absolutely annihilated last week...and now this week, you face the same man who did that to you, only this time in a tag match. I am guessing you will most likely try to avoid me during this battle because you will get deja vu every time you look at me, but oh well. Now, you are probably thinking that your luck will change if you go toe to toe with my friend, Jack Ripley instead...but no, it won’t. Just pray and beg for mercy, that’s all you can really do right now. Like what Jack said, you’ve had a really up and down career. You have won titles, you have won battle royals at Pain for Pride...and you have won tournaments, whether it ended with you being called EAW Unified Tag Team Champion, or a Spartan. So yes, you have success. I mean, everybody including myself thought that you were the more talented half of Matt Squared going into this heated rivalry. But after what I did to you, I have single handedly changed that notion. Now don’t get me wrong, I know it’s only a matter of time until you respond to our words with a certain fire in your eyes! You will seek for revenge! Except, there will be a cloud of doubt in your mind because you know, that at any given moment, you will be dropped on your head again and deep down, for a lack of a better term...that “scares” you. Question, didn’t you miss time because Scott Oasis planted you on your head at one point? I am sure after you gained consciousness last week, you feared you faced the same fate. Again, you can tell me how I am wrong. You can puff your chest out and say that you are unbreakable, or whatever. After all, you should still have some confidence. Why? Because you have someone watching your back. And isn’t that when you are most comfortable? For instance I am sure you felt comfortable early on when you decided to become a member of RAGNAROK...but then that ended badly. Kind of like how our match this Saturday will end badly. But it’s okay Matt, at Road to Redemption, we all know how you won more gold to add to your resume and I am sure you will brag about that accomplishment months down the road, when you face future opponents on Voltage. The reason why you will wait to brag about you successfully capturing that Unified Tag Team Championship is because if that future opponent is up to date with current events regarding EAW, then that means they can easily use KOE against you and say you only held onto those titles with Matt Number 2 for a month. But at the same time, that thought shouldn’t worry you, seeing as how you are used to having short reigns, no? I could go on and on about you Matt, but I will stop there. I am just giving you a taste of things to come..that’s all. So, with all that said, I am hoping that my comments, as well as Jack’s, have stirred the hornet’s nest. Let me see that passion of yours, Matt! Don’t let your partner down for a second straight week! You are better than that...although, I am not so sure that’s the case anymore.

Smug Guy: That’s some pretty harsh words about Matt

David: Well, it had to be done. I had no other choice.

Jack: Any more questions?

Smug Guy: Well may I get your thoughts on this quote by Matt Ryder? “The challenges I had to endure in order to be able to call these titles ours is what makes me proud to have earned it with Miles.” What do you think about that?

Jack: Ha! Of course he thinks how he got those titles was a challenge….. Now. Do you know why? Because he isn’t very intelligent. He has a very short term memory. Look he’ll be the first one to tell you who he had to beat in order to get those titles, but what he won’t tell you is that he had an unwarranted bye from the first round. He always brings up the fact he beat Ahren Fournier, but no, he didn’t. He beat Autumn Raven, while Ahren Fournier wasn’t even in the ring. Then of course the biggest one, beating HBG, and Lannister. Sigh, I mean he keeps bringing up all this crap, and we keep having to debunk everything he says because he just doesn’t get it. You beat Autumn Raven, and HBG… I mean sure, HBG is a Hall of Famer, but she also has female reproductive organs. Which means they aren’t as physically gifted. Though I know I don’t have to explain that to you Matt, you are well known for thinking that women are inferior to men. You said it when you were against Ahren and Raven, and I’m sure you said it against HBG. Face it, back then you knew you had an easy road to the finals, it’s only in hindsight you’re trying to glorify what you did. Why? So you can try to show me that what you did actually was impressive. Oh how things change when you’re actually challenged. So what was it? Were they inferior women? Or were they this great challenge? But of course we’ll go with the present Matt number 2’s “feelings”, and how he thinks now it’s was a “challenge”. But that’s Matt Squared, they think that was hard. If it were the High Rollerz that were in this tournament, we wouldn’t have broken a sweat. We would’ve made our impression felt, twiddling canes in the process, high stepping to the finals, and gaining those Tag Team Titles. Tag Team wrestling is second nature to us, wrestling is second nature to us. As evidence to David’s DOMINANT, hear how I said that, I said DOMINANT, you know when I say it like that I mean business. His DOMINANT victory over your partner Matt number 1. Now throw in the fact I know both of you are trying to fight us, and can’t be little bitches about it, your goose is cooked.

Smug Guy: Okay, you guys are being pretty serious about things...it kinda scares me. This next question is a less tense one...at least I hope. Now, Matt Ryder is under the impression that you two smoke marijuana. Is that boy be trippin’ or what?

David: That last line you just uttered? Never again. You are right though, this question is a little less tense. So I won’t have to yell or anything, so that is good for those of you who are watching this video with their earbuds plugged in. In fact, I am going to whisper this next part, so you might want to turn your devices up to the max. I will give you a few seconds. Ready? Okay!! Oh...I just sounded like a cheerleader just then. I am sure you and your brother were male cheerleaders back in high school, huh?

Smug Guy: Darn tootin’! Oh and also community college! Don’t forget that! GO WOLFPACK!

David: Of course, I am not surprised! Okay, so are you listeners ready? Here it is...HOW DARE MATT NUMBER 2 MAKE THE ASSUMPTION THAT WE DO DRUGS!!!!!! THAT PIECE OF CRAP CAN GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE!

Smug Guy: OWWWWWWWW! What happened to being quiet about this?

David: Oh, tricked ya! I am such a trickster! But seriously, why is he making drug assumptions, huh? He is attacking our character! Our clean and bulletproof character! It’s not fair to us and it is certainly not fair to our fans who look up to us because we lead by example at all times. You see smug guy, our bodies and minds are our temples. We don’t do that kind of stuff. So where did that ridiculous thought come from, huh? Ohhh, because our name is The High Rollerz! OHHHHH I GET IT! Matt Number 2 is clearly the first person to make this joke! What a guy! Always thinking outside the box! Is that..is that sarcasm, Mr. Davidson? Why yes, yes it is. No, we didn’t name ourselves The High Rollerz ‘cause of the Mary Jane. Tell me Matt Number 2, what are we most known for? Well, besides being such a beast of a team? We like to gamble! Yes, that’s right! What does a high roller mean in gambling terms? I mean it’s not that hard to know the answer to this...google is your friend after all. So if you type high roller meaning into google, it will come up with, “a person who gambles or spends large amounts of money!” When we hit the slot machines or the poker or blackjack tables, we win a lot of money and we gamble that money because we keep winning! Yes, we are actual winners and you will find that out in a few days when we continue our winning ways!

Jack: So let me get this straight, just because we’re more fun than other people, it automatically means that we do drugs? Hmm, maybe people should lighten up? I mean this is coming from the Woo Woo Warrior! Come on!! We don’t need a foreign substance to be interesting, we’re just naturally interesting and fun to be around. We have natural charisma, I know it’s hard to believe that charisma this fire can be natural but it is. You can take my blood Count Chocula if you want! I DON’T CARE! I’LL TAKE THE TEST!! I AM NOT THE FATHER!!! YOU HEAR ME??

David: Whoa dude, chill, wrong test.

Jack: Oh… What show is this?

David: We’re not on a show right now

Jack: Oh thought this was Maury… But like David was saying, High Rollerz is a gambling term. It’s not that difficult to understand. There is no alternative intentions, it’s just the dopest of the dope names. Sorry we’re more creative than you guys, I mean, Matt Squared? Total yawn fest. Maybe you guys should smoke some weed, then you could compete with us with our natural creativity! You could use all the help you can get with all your carbon copy of a lot of other guys ways.

Smug Guy: So as I listened to Matt Ryder…

David: Who? Who is that?

Smug Guy: Oh sorry, so as I was listening to...Matt Number 2 talk, he kind of gave off the impression that he is already getting tired of these exchanges because he feels like he has to keep defending himself on the same things. Thoughts?

David: I’ll tell you what, I am very offended. I have no other choice but to go to HR and file an official complaint and then he will probably get fired because EAW doesn’t tolerate these kinds of things. Maybe in the past they did, but being the juggernaut that EAW is today, they simply can’t afford to sweep stuff like this under the rug! Especially when there are millions, if not billions of eyes glued to the EAW product and brand every single day. But if Matt Number 2 was in fact implying this because once again Smug Guy, I am taking your word for it...then I kind of agree. We are only a few days in and I feel like we are running in circles, mainly because The High Rollerz are talking circles around Matt Number 2 specifically...I mean, isn’t that obvious? His partner has yet to open his mouth and I hope for our sake, he does begin to flap those gums of his because it is getting old fast. We have already debunked most of Ryder’s theories. We countered them and and then he says he doesn’t like our answers, mainly because he doesn’t want to accept the truth, the truth being that we are right, plain and simple, You see, when I look at the King of Elite finals, between Drastik, Tiberius Jones and Jamie O’Hara, I am amazed by the plethora of topics they cover. They feed off each other like it’s effortless! They have good chemistry and as a result, they have piqued the audience’s interest. I mean, look for yourself if you don’t believe me. They are exchanging blows with their mouths...pause. I suppose “words” would have been more appropriate. We can just edit that out anyways. But when it comes to our match? There isn’t as much interest as there should be because they can see the outcome coming a mile a way. The High Rollerz will walk out victorious. It’s a foregone conclusion! It’s the reason why this match was moved to the pre-show after all...speaking of which, that kind of pisses me off. Actually, take the words “kind of” out of that previous remark because I am pissed. Due to the fact that Matt Squared aren’t fitting champions, we won’t be able to celebrate the beginning of our title reign on the real show. So depressing. I feel like Matt Miles right now. I don’t like it. Speaking of him, I hope he responds soon. Make this more interesting please.

Smug Guy: Ok fair enough. So guys, I just want to get your thoughts on one more thing. There was a poll conducted by EAW asking who the fans, and your peers thought was going to win this Saturday. The consensus pick is that Matt Squared is going to retain. What do you say to those who don’t believe in The HIgh Rollerz?

Jack: Well, that’s fine, I mean we’re not doing it for them. Whether they think we can win or not, it really doesn’t change the fact that we are the more talented team. You know what those polls are? They’re popularity contests. They don’t actually take into fact that we are undefeated as a team since returning. They don’t take into fact that we’re smarter than them. They don’t take into fact that we are out talking them. All they base their votes on is their names. They’re popular guuys, woohoo, kudos, I’m sure you can put that on a plaque in your den somewhere. But the fact of the matter is, those votes won’t matter much when we get our hands raised at the end of the night. Who’s going to remember the results of those polls after this Saturday? Nobody. Those polls don’t matter. I’m sure those votes hold great pride for Matt Squared, I’m sure it’s something that they can and probably will try to shove in our faces, but do they matter? Nope. They can win the popularity contest… We’ll just win the match.

David: Ditto.

Smug Guy: AHHHHHH hahaha Wooo!

Jack: What.. the hell is wrong with this guy?

David: Isn’t it obvious? He’s too damn smug…

Jack: Well, this is true, we’ve known this

Smug Guy: I just knocked that interview OUTTA THE PARK!

David: I’m going to knock you outta the park

???: HEY!

Jack: God damn it what now???

Interviewer: So I went home, and Sprinkles is perfectly fine!

Jack: Oh… That was quick

David: Yeah, how close do you live to this arena?

Interviewer: Oh… I live wherever the arena is.. I live in a trailer

Jack: Oh.. How depressing…

Interviewer: Yeah… Anyways, I’m back! And I can do the interview!

David: Oh awkward… We already did it

Interviewer: WHAT HOW??!!

Jack: Your brother took over… I’m not saying he did any better than you…because he didn’t, your family sucks

Interviewer: WHAAAAAAAAAATTTTT??!!!

Smug Guy: Uh Oh

Interviewer: SON OF A BITCHHHHHH

Smug Guy: Hey don’t talk about mom like that

(Interviewer runs at his brother and they start rolling on the floor together, slapping and scratching each other. Just the sissiest fight you’ve ever seen. As they roll around on the floor Jack opens the door to the betting agency, and they walk out the door. Jack closes it and wipes his hands of the situation. Jack and David go back to the top of the stoop, have a collective sigh as they look at the spray paint. They are still visually upset about Rollerz being spelled with an s at the end and not a z. Just tragic, ladies and gentlemen)

David: Well, it’s ugly, but it’ll be gone when the rain comes

Jack: True.. Wanna play cards?

David: I guess...

(Jack and David go back to the table, and start playing some poker. Scene fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! January 25th 2017, 1:10 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

I always wondered how different things would be if just single moments in time were handled differently. I could have taken one step backwards and Mstislav would have been left grasping at air; one less problem I would have had to deal with and likely, I would have left that night as champion. Had I not decided to poke a slumbering bear, that same Russian Prince would still be chasing his first World Championship. I never learnt as a kid poking snakes in the bush that eventually they all lash out. How wise it would have been to be bitten by such a creature and learnt that lesson. If I just hung up instead of listening, I wouldn’t have had the embarrassment of TMDK under my belt. How differently would the last seven months be if I just hung up? If I just stopped listening and focused on becoming the EAW Champion once again? Would I have been drafted from Voltage? Would Y2Impact stand as champion today? Would I be the man to stand across him this week instead? As I reach closer and closer to the apex of this mountain once again, I can’t help but look back down at the path I walked; the decisions I made, the routes I took. I wonder if it could have been easier, if I could have reached this same point by now. In the end I don’t allow such thoughts to blind me, to distract me, to leave me bitter in any form. But I don’t just tap my finger over the last few months. For entertainment sake I think back to early days and I like to think what might have been in a different reality. Had Corrupt not taken you out, perhaps it would have been your destiny to take the title away from me so early into its reign. Perhaps I wouldn’t be here had that been the case, perhaps you would have walked into the chamber instead of facing the “never-was” in Kevin Devastation. Perhaps it would have been you standing on top of that ladder at Pain For Pride, perhaps it would have been you cashing in that briefcase to secure your first World Championship. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. It’s certainly intriguing to think how differently our careers would have been if one moment, one action didn’t take place. Yet, as I said, you could apply that to much. What if you could have stopped Nico Borg at Rite of Passage? Would you be the Answers World Champion? What if you just paused, for a single moment and waited for Lannister to move the briefcase away from his face; would you hold Cash In The Vault? Or would you do what he did and now stand here as World Champion? It sits deep, well rooted in your gut; an ounce of disdain that I created a name for myself while you could barely scratch and claw. To come so far time and time again, inch so close to the greatest prize there is only to have it slip through your fingertips must be a disappointing reality to accept. Perhaps this is where the crown means more to you than it ever will in my personal quest to correct mistakes of the past; at least one of us will be able to walk away defeated without extreme bitterness in our mouths.

Four bullets.

That’s all I entered the chamber with; I never intended on winning it. When I held that New Breed title I was set on breaking men into thousands of pieces and wait for them to return, better and stronger. It was this idea that hard times breed better men and nothing brings those hard times on more than the emptiness of defeat. I had to lose that chamber. I had to be a fool and waste that opportunity; I needed to be broken again. Eleven months of chasing everything but the World Championship; I needed to remind myself just how bitter defeat tasted, how salty tears truly are. Four bullets for five men. The moment I pointed the barrel at Jacob Senn, I knew what I had accomplished and I walked from that chamber defeated, broken but determined. It’s from that defeat that when I point that barrel against the skull of my opponents, I squeeze the trigger with confidence and pride. Defeat only fueled my desire to reclaim the status I lost and it’s going to be the reason when you stare down my chamber that you will indeed fear the bullet that awaits you. I could care less if it’s a trend some thirteen months too late, firing such true belief and splattering false hole and pride against the canvas has been something I’ve swung around since that night you and I were set to face.

There are two sides to every coin, Tiberius. You believe wholeheartedly that fate spared my career by you being removed from that battle royal. Without your presence, I wouldn’t have the record setting reign, I don’t have the briefcase, I don’t have a world title to my name. Could our roles now but in reverse? Quite possibly, I’m not ignorant to the idea of how much the pendulum could have swayed based on what was then a factor nobody truly realised. But come this match, the harsh reality that our careers were far from decided on that night will shine. Perhaps you and I never got the chance to stand in that ring together then and for all this time, worlds apart, we never got to settle it. Now we do. My rise to the top has yet to be matched; not even those with the greatest of rockets behind them have even managed half of the success I earned. It was never a matter of luck; luck wouldn’t have seen me robbed of a King of Elite finals place in 2015, luck wouldn’t have seen me - the man hailed as the future - miss out on a second World Championship match. No; every time I had to take a backwards step, against the might of it all, against the doubt and the criticism, I took several steps forward. None of that, is luck. You were never capable of stopping it; the souls in that ring could not tie my laces and so, as far as I’m concerned, neither could you. Luck didn’t play a role then, luck won’t play a role now. You only cling to false hope, the idea that you could have defeated me then. I’m sure I could have defeated Diamond Cage, become the EAW Champion WHILE being the New Breed Champion, setting a new record for quickest rise to the top...but fate threw Lannister in my way that night. I’m sure I could have won King of Elite in 2015 if Vic Vendetta didn’t cost me the match. See, I can play this game of what if’s too. I realise you haven’t had the opportunities that I’ve had. You went from being the National Elite Champion, to Hexa-Gun to fighting for that briefcase for months only for it to be end in misery. Truthfully, there’s more sympathy here than I first led on. I can only imagine the frustration that has built over being denied true progression in your career; the sense of jealousy for what I’ve accomplished isn’t surprising and it is indeed forgiving.

My career is not defined by luck and walking into this contest expecting that will only be repeating the same misery you felt last month. What happened two and a half years ago was disappointing and you’ve waited a long, long time to prove yourself against me. Defeating me does little to prove your point; you still don’t have a world title next to your name, you still don’t have the same career I’ve created. Even with that crown on your head you will still be below me in this generation. Cash it in, become World Champion and hope to God that I’m denied my redemption because the moment I have it, I will walk around this place again like I own it. Your what if’s, what I would have been is adorable to hear; you can’t change the past Jones, you can only accept it and move on. Defeating me is just some moral fucking victory that will help you sleep easier at night meanwhile I won’t lose a second over it.

But like Lannister denied you Cash In The Vault, I’ll deny you that crown. All this belief, this hope that you COULD have defeated me will be spilt over the canvas as reality fills the space left behind that you would have just been another opponent I defeated on my rise to the top.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 11:50 pm by **Drastik**

(Drastik is frantically pacing back and forth in his hotel room, not being able to stay still at all. He looks down at the floor muttering something under his breath. There are even more empty cans of Red Bull scattered around the room. Drastik stops and looks at the cameraman, asking if the coffee is done. The cameraman says that Drastik never even mentioned putting on a cup of coffee. Drastik brushes back his messy hair and puts up his hands to speak toward the camera.)

Yes TJ, I’ll be upfront with you and say that I was up all night bouncing off the walls, singing tracks from FutureSex/LoveSounds and awaiting your response. By the time it finally came around, I was so excited to hear what you had to say that—well, I’ll be honest—I didn’t bother looking into the riddles and listening to you a hundred times over. The one nice thing about you is that you’re actually bearable to talk to unlike Jamie O’Hara who’s fickleness has flip-flopped him back and forth between a guy who deserves everything and a guy who deserves nothing but works hard. You, TJ, you’re at least following the same structure every single time. We start off with a little scene setting, get some chuckles out of the way to get rid of the tension, and then you kick off right away with your crying—STILL more crying—about me getting a head start on you. You have no idea how giddy it makes me knowing that you’re still hung up on this. I just love how you put your foot down, crossing your arms and saying, “I’m not talking about this anymore! This isn’t important to me!” and every mention of it sends YOU over the edge—not me. I love it. I love toying with you like that. I don’t know if it’s because you’re the young, eager boy that’s so wound up about the opportunity presented this weekend that your emotions are through the roof, but I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s clockwork at this point that as soon as you say my name, I KNOW you’re going to mention how I’m cheating the system and how what I said before all this doesn’t count, as if there are bookends to memory, as if you don’t have the ability to hear what I have to say before we have our pictures slapped side by side in a match preview picture on this company’s website. Is this how you handle anyone that comes at you? If someone spoke ill of you—and, for the sake of getting my point across, let’s assume this person is credible enough to deserve your attention in the first place—don’t you think that maybe you should take a look into it? I’m not even talking about a random blindside attack where CM Banks comes back and says that Tiberius Jones is a flop. I’m talking about a guy who’s LIKELY right around the corner—who now IS right around the corner. It makes me so warm on the inside when I see you like this because I can tell that you’re worried. You’re really that insecure about me getting a “head start” that YOU have gone crazy and YOU have obsessed over THIS little detail. You talk about me getting hung up on the little details, but every single time—EVERY TIME—you speak to me now, it’s the same old routine of you already making excuses before you’ve even taken your loss at King of Elite. Maybe that’s the best move you’ve made thus far.

By the way, I’m not sure if you got the memo, but the King of Elite event got extended into a two-day event since they over-stacked the card. And since I think the King of Elite tournament finals is probably pretty highly regarded, I’d figure we’d be the match on Sunday night that ends up closing the show—I don’t know, just a hunch. You’re welcome to show up Saturday and go on a little spectator date with Jamie, you don’t even have to invite me. I’ll probably be making s’mores with Ahren Fournier—my best friend—somewhere outside of the arena since I don’t really care what else is going on. But hey, I’m the one that glances over the details, misses my mark, and gets everything wrong because I’M the one moving recklessly through things, right? Ha. You’re probably right that this triple threat is turning into a train-wreck the more we spin around and around and around, but I’m getting all the amusement still watching you kick and scream at how annoying I’ve been to you throughout this whole process. I don’t find it unrealistic that you started out at the lowest rung of the wrestling industry’s ladder and have worked your way up to where you’re at now. In fact, I’ve repeatedly commended you for that effort—it shows that effort and drive that you and Jamie both hold to the highest regard. I know full well that someone can start at a point like that, clean bathrooms, tear tickets, stand on street corners with giant arrow signs pointing toward bingo halls, and get their foot in the door that way. Everyone’s got their own way in. You of course did more than just come in—you found a place. You meshed with Hexa-Gun and you stood at the forefront of Elite Answers Wrestling—or, well, the army that you were a part of did. So yes, I do give you more credit than the guys that little Voltage’s roster, the guys who don’t even belong on the show, the guys who I look at, scratch my head, and wonder, “How the hell did THIS guy get his foot in the door?” You’re above that, and I’m glad. Because I’d be immensely frustrated if you were one of those guys; this is far more fun because I know you’re competent. But in spite of that competence, you’re also easily frustrated. I’ve frustrated you with the way that I go about conducting business. I’ve frustrated you by jumping the gun while you weren’t ready. I’ve frustrated you by staying on you like a gnat since the day you opened your mouth. I’ve frustrated you because I come in, take what I want, and leave again and again—so much so that it takes away the credibility of the industry that YOU have yet to truly succeed in. But most of all, more than anything else, I’ve frustrated you because I’ve belittled you by glossing over the ideas you have, by insisting that you’ve been teary eyed about ways I’ve hurt your feelings, by doing every little thing to show you that I really don’t care or believe in a next step up for Tiberius Jones—because there isn’t one. There may never be one. You’re stuck in limbo and that’s where you’re bound to remain. As long as I’m here, you’re not going anywhere. But you’ll have a pretty good view of where I’m going.

(Drastik holds up his hand and asks the cameraman to pass him a Keurig cup with coffee grounds in it. The cameraman looks around the room because he doesn’t see any Keurig machine around, but when he turns the camera back to Drastik, Drastik has the lid ripped off with him chewing on the grounds himself. He coughs violently but forces himself to swallow and holds up a thumbs up, smiling with his teeth blackened. The scene fades out. White text goes in. Then out. Flashing. This part, you already know. Here it is.)

SAIL

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 11:15 pm by **The Heart Break Boy**

Rest in Peace: Jacob Senn's EAW World Heavyweight Championship reign, January 28th, 2017.

Lets take a moment of silence please...

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I said a moment of silence please....

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Now that the burial date is set and the funeral arrangements have been occupied. It's time to move forward onto a new journey with thicker boundaries and precious goals. It's time to embark on another resolution.

January 28th, 2017: The Golden era is back!

And I don't mean the highlight reel of 2011. I mean what once was the Golden Boy will continue to live by it and show it off to the world. It's been too long, it's been too many broken promises and falls. It has been plaguing my entire career up into this point. Nobody believes that the Heart Break Boy has it in him to win the big one just like yesterday, today and last year. But now, it's time to shut down all the opinions and even the "religious" talks that has spiraled my career into it's down-fall. Jacob Senn wanted the old Heart Break Boy. He wanted the ruthless, trash-talking and none emotional Heart-Stealer back into play. And well... HE GOT HIM! But let's take another moment to release the pressure off our backs. The talks about the past, the talks about what happened in many cases of failure that the Heart Break Boy has chased upon since returning in 2015. It's all dead and gone and there's no reason to power-point any of those hard days and nights of tears rolling down my face. I can't move forward onto my yellow-brick road by crawling back and reminiscing about what has already been done. NO! It's a newer level that has come to stomp on those vocal plagues. At King of Elite, I have no other choice but to bring my best. I have no other choice but to resort to a desperate complication. I have told the same thing to Brian Daniels and I'm going to speak this same way to Jacob Senn. In times like this, especially for me... I need to become desperate in order to even peak at another reign. It all comes down to this! This may be it! This is it! I have one final chance to prove that I belong in the indisputable platform that has led me to become an all-time great. I have this one final chance to make it known that the Heart Break Boy's career isn't a complete waste of space on this breathing earth. Jacob Senn has a point and I must agree that he has been underappreciated. He proved to me and this entire industry that he is capable of holding the torch and making his name the face of this brand. He has deserved the respect from many, especially me. I have to give it to him. Not too many people can walk down that ramp and knowing that at any given blink of an eye that the Heart Break Boy can strike with a steel boot that leaves them into the hospital. Not many can walk down that ramp and believing they can outperform one of the greatest in-ring performers that this business has ever seen. But Jacob Senn doesn't care what lies in his face. He has pummeled his opposition and shows no remorse on being undervalued by continuing to showcase what landed him another world championship. I have nothing more to do but respect his decisions and work ethnic. Hell, Jacob pinned me on the mat for the one, two and three count, granted that he showed a little desperation by aiming at my genitals but who wouldn't have done the same thing? Even I would have done such a thing. It was rather a smart move by Senn. And he has made many of those smart moves. So I have to thank Senn for choosing this path. I have to thank Senn for giving this wake-up call. I have to thank Senn for accepting the left-overs of the Heart Break Boy in this match. As you can see, I'm a very thankful man but what if this thankful and most humble thing that Senn has portrayed turn into a complete disaster for him? What if I say that Jacob Senn has awaken a beast that can't be tamed and defeated even in a loss display. What can i say for him? Simple. GET READY! YOU'RE GOING TO FEEL THE STEEL AND THE HEART OF A TRUE CHAMPION! You have broken those bridges, Senn and I want to thank you for giving me another championship to add onto my display. Because I have done more than enough but lose. I mean, what else can I offer these fans? What else can I bring onto the table? I understand many things of this business. It took myself two whole years to become a world champion! TWO YEARS! I HAVE BEEN PASSED UP BY MANY THAT DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE FIRST PLACE! But I have never complained. I took my punishment. I took my intervention of stooping low to whatever EAW brings to me. And for about six years, nothing has ever changed.

But like Senn has said, a newer adaption has been brought into our landscape. There's more excuses, no more complaining because we all have our main weaknesses. It's only hard work and dedication that can bring you up to another point of stardom. Even though I have never been the type to replicate this message. I have always been an donor of success, whether you like or not. I have done absolutely everything there needs to be done except for winning another big one. This may be my final chance. And Senn is holding that part of me that stings so much that I just need to be strapped onto a chair to stop coming back for more and more, only to end up disappointing every single person in my life including God. However, there's a reason why I'm allowed to continue this line of work. There's always a reason for something more. I have been placed on this breathing earth for another reason and that's to compete. Jacob Senn as made me realize what I was made for. To steal. To perform. To outshine. To win. It's pretty evident to me and I don't plan on bouncing this statement into the thin air. I plan on capitalizing and restructuring the broken Heart Break Boy into the era that never should have ended. At King of Elite, the funeral has definitely been planned and I'm going to give Senn what he wanted all along. For the Heart Break Boy to perform at his highest level. And it benefits us all in this type of situation. He gets the greedy and ego-boosting Heart Break Boy while I have the power to kick his ass and meanwhile, take that little slut that sits in front of him, Brody Sparks and show her what it's like to finally become the woman in a relationship. I'm a man of my words and it's always been that way since the birth of my career. All the blood, sweat and tears are all bundled up after every disappointing night for me. I've just been waiting to shower in it with joy and a captivating victory to show it. Just one more... Just one more... I want to have it and I understand that it's not important to pray for it. It's not important to have faith in it. It's important to take it. So I'm going to take it all. I'm going to place my foot up Jacob Senn's ass and break his chin clean off. I'M GOING TO KICK HIS TEETH RIGHT DOWN HIS THROAT! And in the end, it may be satisfying for Jacob Senn. Just picture it; Mr. Senn wakes up in the hospital knowing that he has been in a match of his life. He will be rewarded for his good deeds in the end but put right back to shame once I'm done favoring his career with a heart of doom. It has always been in my bloodline to come in, blow up and show out. I just never planned on emerging this into my hands. None of it ever made sense to me but now it's become very clear that I can't change who I am. I can only change my mindset. And my mindset has always been laying down for every single body. I always wanted to push younger guys in the prime years of my career. It has all broken apart because nobody listens. Everybody has their own lane to run just like I had to learn the hard way. So this hard way is going to come once again for me. But at least it will become sweat in the end. Because in the end, a glass of a wine, a picture of Senn's bruised chin on my wall and another piece of medal to hang over my shoulder will call it a night. This won't be the end and I'm sick coming back again, again... and again.

This war will end at King of Elite. This war will push out all fences that have fought against me. I'm tired of defending myself. it's time to create some moves that will land the Heart Break Boy as your face to be reckon with. Nobody in this industry can outperform me in any given match. And absolutely no one can say that the Heart Break Boy doesn't give his all in these type of championship matches. So yes, I am coming in as a desperate man but I'm leaving out as a rich man with priorities of victory being handed over to me. It's not even up to Senn for this to happen. It's up to me. Then again, I have to ask Senn if he's even up for the challenge. Because in this vendetta, if Senn doesn't show up then there's no way a Brian Daniels vs. Heart Break Boy will repeat at this event. Matter of fact, there will actually be a difference. This time, I won't miss this opportunity to make something of my life. I will land my final shot. Jacob Senn has been floating with bunch of true facts these days. He also acknowledges the depths of my kick to his face on many occasions. Just think about it now... The next one can potentially become my last or the next one can spark another era that is much needed for this industry. People want to see the Heart Break Boy as the next EAW World Heavyweight Champion but they don't believe that I have it in me. But I do. And I have never been the type to please every single individual. I always followed my heart and now my heart is speaking very clear into my brain. It wants to put that golden chip back onto my shoulder. IT WANTS THE HEADLINER, THE SHOW-STEALER AND THE MAINEVENT..... IT WANTS THE GOLDEN BOY BACK! And most important it wants the Heart Break Boy to prove that he is indeed....

THE GREATEST OF ALL TIMES!

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 11:13 pm by J-Dynasty 2?

☤Tiberius Jones sits meditating like a monk in a grassy terrain.☤

Apparently, corrections mean that I have lost my cool, so I have entered a state of zen by the use of practices passed down by the ancient monks of Zangrala-atata-titty-bolungulus, and with the use of these trained monkeys will be educating the people about seeing no evil, hearing no evil, and speaking no evil.

☤Tiberius Jones with the soft grace of a ballet dancer rises, but then abruptly dodges a brown substance that is flung into the scene.☤

What in the world?

☤A man runs onto the scene. ☤

Trainer: Apologies from the staff, the monkeys are out of control.

TJ: Out of control? I thought these were supposed to be well trained animals to follow commands.

☤Two monkeys are seen fighting, one with blonde highlights and one with a long fur coat. Jones separates them. ☤

TJ: What are you wearing? Get in your proper character, pick either see or hear no evil.
☤The coated monkey sticks its nose up in the air and folds its arms. Somehow Jones understands it, as it responds to Jones with arrogant gestures each time. ☤

What do you mean you two already did the performance weeks ago, how can you do the act before the cameras are here for the promo? Makes no sense.

What do you mean I should have showed up weeks ago and been spying on you guys so I would come in to do it, you little shits were trained to do this for my promo today! We weren’t even sure it’d be you two out of all the monkeys here. You can’t do my promo when I’m not here.

What do you mean I should have had random faith in your abilities over the other monkeys?

☤The monkey gestures as if looking far off into the distance, and then points in triumph in that direction. ☤

Sail? What does that have to do with anything.

Trainer: Sorry sir, but you’re making the monkey act erratically, please leave it alone.
☤The monkey suddenly becomes enrages and starts beating its chest.☤

Calm down, he wasn’t telling you what to do, he was talking to me.

No…he was talking to me.

Stop it, nobody thinks you were in Hexa-gun.

Go to sleep Drastik, you’re so tired you’re just saying all kinds of crap and your embarrassing yourself.

☤The coated monkey goes crazy until it gets tired and falls asleep as Jones shakes his head. Jones turns around to see the blonde highlights monkey standing up on a stone being handed bananas.☤

TJ: What are you doing, he can’t eat right now. We’ll get this done if it’s the last thing I do, considering Drastik fell asleep he can be see no evil, this little one will have to play hear.

Trainer: Sorry, he’s our fav and we just love feeding the little guy.

☤This monkey starts flexing upon the rock and Jones begins a conversation with it.☤

Real funny, but it’s time to get down.

What do you mean you’re too good for this?

The best hunter monkey here? You’re just standing there being brought food.

☤The monkey begins to dance on the stone, concerned the trainer tries to talk it out of it.☤

Trainer: Careful Jamie, you might get hurt!

☤The monkey rebels in its vanity by dancing even more rigorously, and slips from the stone and bangs it’s head.☤

TJ: See what you did now?

☤The blonde highlights monkey begins to cry and wail its arms around in baby position. The trainer takes Jones’ attention☤

Trainer: Stop it Jones, I can’t take it, Jamie’s in insufferable pain!

TJ: What? It was his own fault.

☤Jones turns back around and is shocked to see the monkey now no longer has highlights, nor any hair on its head, all his hair is now beneath it’s chin. It now angry and bitter begins lecturing all the other monkeys for trying to climb the stone before him and be fed.☤

TJ: Why would all the bananas belong to you, they deserve it as much as you do, if not more you klutz.

How are you the hardest working monkey on the planet?

Oh real mature…how about you get to the back of the line

☤The monkey covers its ears with its hands and refuses to listen to Jones, while trying to kick any other monkey getting near the rock. Jones looks to the camera in exhausting.☤

See what I have to deal with?

I gotta also tell you, I’ve been dealing with a lot of triple threats lately, first Ares and Pizza Boy at the super show, then Lannister and Lioncross at Road to Redemption, and now this. I’m no fan of multiple man matches, but I gotta say I loath this one in particular, especially since a certain Drastik has so little pride in his work he’ll come out here half asleep missing I said I was banished on one night, and then on the next following sleep depraved speech go in on Jamie not even realizing who the man was talking to. This is what happens when people become obsessed with words, how many said and how many times, instead of the content of those words.

And oh, I’m happy you’re prepping for the big show on Sunday that I honestly am not aware of.

While O’Hara and I will be getting the work done in the ring without you, on Saturday.
And if you even think that you’ll enter this alternate universe where I should be out here speaking to you on Saturday, just like I was apparently supposed to even before your match on Voltage, you’re in for bad time. I don’t care if EAW somehow locks itself in stasis where time ceases to exist, I don’t care if you do one of your cute “I should be in the arena but for some reason I’m not since the EAW schedule bla bla” intros to justify it, I’m not wasting my energy on what doesn’t make sense.

Rejecting another alternate universe, I never claimed my tag team run or anything with Drake was my greatest claim to the crown. It feels like every little detail has you go over the edge. I mention my history, an already told one, and you go crazy “wha, Jones is more than just a dude who was putting up rings as a teen, unrealistic!”. I move onto another topic after quickly restating what I said and it’s “Oh my someone’s changing topics it’s so crazy he must not be what he said he was because he didn’t say it a thousand times in each speech!”, and then when I mention my history of doing things for more than myself its “Jones’ only qualifications in EAW is his team run with Drake, and he thinks that means he’s got KOE”. I swear, if I told you I liked to wear my Onitsuka Tigers, you’d go in on a drowsy tirade that I’m trying to say my career is based off Bruce Lee and the chick from Kill Bill! Though hey, I’ll be delivering so many blows to you at King of Elite that you might in fact think you were touched by the Curse of the Dragon.

As for O’Hara, I don’t know who you think you are appropriating my culture, talking all them bullets! HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR MINORITIES!? The most vilified minority this world has ever seen, the one that spoke truth to power no matter how many people tried to hunt us down, no matter how much people stole from us, no matter how we HAD to use bullets to fight the struggle! That’s right……I’m talking Hexa-gun, the force that took on the majority traitors of extreme that was elite! Don’t talk about bullets, those are extremist words, and if you can’t win a chamber than you best not be acting like being on the wrong end of your chamber is anything to fear for me! On the up and up O’Hara, I’ve been waiting to kick your ass since Christopher Corrupt saved your title reign by taking me out backstage before what should have been my fpv debut on the Territorial Invasion preshow for the title all those years ago! I’ve had to watch you ever since that day, taking the moments that should have been reserved for the likes of me, I watched you walk around like you owned the damn place, and I always knew it was only because I never got to have the swing at you I intended on that night! You think everything fell into place for you because you were just that great of an opportunity taker, refusing to see how lucky you’ve been. Come King of Elite, you’ll know how just one little incident of fate being in your favour allowed your entire career to happen, you’ll know what would have happened if you and I had met in the ring that night!

Here's a hint, you’d have been nothing, and will be so by the end of this fight.

☤End.☤

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 7:28 pm by **вrσdч spαrks .**

KING OF ELITE - CHAPTER FOUR
Hashtag - EAW Promoz! - Page 4 11pERyQ

PATIENCE -- COPENHAGEN, DENMARK -- HARUNA SAKAZAKI

"Patience is the key. Being smart is the key, and you can't be smart without learning how to have patience."

"I am a very patient woman, but a little more each day I am losing my patience with you Haruna. So you think that you're some fairy who's going to sprinkle a little bit of dust and turn a pivotal and grueling match into something beautiful? Give me a break. I don't need to hear any metaphorical, philosophical bullshit from YOU of all people. Let's just be honest and let us be real. This match is going to be horrendous, but you are correct. It is an art. Making you bleed is an art, and you are my canvas, and my weapons? They are my paint brushes. I'm going to make one beautiful little work of art with you. Darling you can bring your sword if that's what you please to do, but trust me I always have something up my sleeve. I'm always prepared and I always have something to counter with, so you can bring your little katana but the only thing that you're going to be cutting in half is your lifeline. I want to take my time with you and I don't want to hurt you so quickly. I don’t want to be done with you so easily, what is the fun in that? I have to have the patience with you. Patience with would I should do and I am going to have to have patience to dissect you. Like a Surgeon I'm going to cut into you, like a surgeon I will prepare myself to cut your skin and do as I please. I'm going to be playing doctor while you are going to play my patient and it is not going to be pretty. It all comes down to winning because winning is what I do. Being this Champion that I am, I know it's not easy, I knew it wouldn't be easy but I am more than prepared to do what I have to do. I cannot stress that enough. I am desperate and people are taught to believe that being desperate is a bad thing. When people think of the word desperate, it is frowned upon but desperation can actually be your best friend if you know how to handle it right. I was desperate to win this title and I was desperate to achieve success and that is what I have now. It’s almost like a story. In just a few short days my dearest Haruna, not only do we have our match but we have the one-year anniversary since I have signed to this company. Maybe a year ago Haruna, maybe just maybe, you could have beaten me. A year ago Haruna, I wasn't the champion that I am. I wasn't the competitor that I am today, but I always knew that I had the potential to be who I am today. The potential to be one of the greatest women in EAW history. So what did I do? I had a few wins, but then the losses came though, and like a woman I respected it and I accepted the responsibility of that. I didn't just give up. I took the time to leave and I took the time to figure out what I could do to change myself, to be better, to evolve. Without Evolution there is no true solution. I did exactly that. A year ago I wouldn't be where I am standing today if I didn't do what I had to do. I was desperate enough for the recognition that I know I always deserved. I was desperate enough for the gold because that is what I wanted. I want people to look back and when they think of me they will know that I am the greatest Specialists Champion they have ever seen. I'm going to make this title more prestige and have more value than the Women's Championship. I can make this title be better than any other titles in this company Haruna but it takes patience and it takes desperation. That is something that I proudly have. Your ignorance truly shows every time you speak. You really have the nerve to say that The Coven has zero results for us? That we have nothing to show? We are the sole strongest standing female stable in this company. The OG’s? We outnumber. The Sirens? Please! They disbanded and it's only a matter of time before the OG's do the same, but The Coven? We have remained strong throughout everything. We never screwed each other like Cameron did to Kendra. We've never done that. We are strong as a unit. We know when it's every woman for themselves but we know when the time to come together happens and we have respect for each other. I don't care… your issues with Stephanie is exactly that. Maybe that’s some business you should have handled prior to now. This isn't about Stephanie. This is about you, me and my Specialists Championship. Now you can talk all you want about her not being fair and square but look at how you complain? I wonder what your excuse is going to be when I end you. We will really see who's the delusional one babe. I see what you're trying to do here right now and if you think that you're going to get me and trick me by insulting my fellow sisters then my dear you have another thing coming darling. I'm fighting this battle for myself. I'm fighting this battle for me now, I don't care what you want to compare or contrast. You want someone worthy? Yet I am supposedly the one who thinks that people aren't worthy to face me? You say that yet you're the one who said that The Coven think that people aren't as good? You dirty little pot calling the kettle black. You are a hypocrite Haruna and you're hypocrite-self shines through. The only ass you will be “owning” is Azumi’s. As for mine baby? I might let you touch it. I might even let you kiss it, but you're not going to ever own it, figuratively or literally. I talk but I back it up. I make mistakes but I accept it and I learned from them and I grow from them. A big difference between you and I and all the other women in this company. Maybe you should stop and think and try to figure out why people call you weak. Why people call you a hypocrite and why people call you a failure, it's a pattern for a reason. Maybe it's time that you do a little self-reflecting and look at yourself and figure out why."

"Sometimes I like to slit my own wrists just to see if I still feel."

"To see if there’s someone deep down. To see if there is some sort of humanity that’s buried deep within me. To see if what people say about me is true. People tell me all the time about how I create this woman you have come to know. That, it isn’t really me, it’s just for the wow factor. So I get a nice sharp and shiny razor. I expose my skin, my wrist to be specific. I caresses my skin, and I cherish the last moments I have with that skin being pure. Being flawless, and scarless. I enjoy and I embrace it, because I know scars don’t fade with ease. I lower the razor to my wrist and I just do it. I don’t wait, I don’t hold back. I do not distract myself from doing what I felt I needed to do at the time. I slowly and carefully go right across. Each inch that I move the blade down the bursting of my blood is expose. I still bleed. Do I feel it? Yes. I would be lying. I feel the lowly sting, the lingering feeling of the bacteria in the world teasing the wound. Ready to infect it. I feel it, but don’t connect with it. It’s a numbness that I can feel. I lick the blood and I move on. So believe me Haruna, cutting myself is fun. It’s cutting you that’s going to be a wonderland. You know that feeling you get? When the anger, and the emotions and the fire inside of you..literal fire. It feels like it’s burning you in the pit of your stomach like you just downed a bottle of vodka on your own. You feel it all filling your body, just consuming you. It takes over and you are no longer you. You are a version of yourself, but it’s not you. It isn’t truly who you are. For most people that is fact, but for me? That’s me ALL the time. I feel the fire and anger and everything just squeezing me from the inside out, pulling and tugging in my stomach. I feel it, as if like a bird I’m going to spread my wings! I feel this all the time. It’s always the ones with the prettiest smiles that hide the most evil. The thoughts that run through my mind, oh god Haruna you just don’t know. It’s a empowering feeling when you are able to inflict pain on others. It’s almost like there’s a voice inside my mind. Coaching me and telling me all the evil doing that I have to do. I have to do it. I have to, and quite frankly. I want to. Oh baby Haruna. You want to leave me speechless? You want to be the one to beat me at my own game huh? I can admire that ambition, but babe it’s not happening. You’ll leave me speechless in the fact that I know that you have good blood. I can tell. That porcelain skin of yours. I can see just the right veins, just the right spots to gather what I need. I can see you’re out to make an example with me. You want to show the world that you can not only beat the big bad wolf in Brody Sparks, but that you can even humiliate her in taking her title. I could see that, it’s painted on your face and it has been since you slide in my way. You think that you can prove to the world that you can do this. That’s all fine and dandy, but unfortunately for you, you’re trying to use the wrong woman in doing so. I don’t know what’s more pathetic. The fact that you’re taking me down memory lane, or the fact that you’re trying to make me feel sorry for you. I mean I truly do not care about your past Haruna. I don’t care about who died in your epic teen drama television show past, whose spirit will be there when you and I face, who’s life you will dedicate what you THINK will be a victory but will actually be a loss. I don’t give a single fuck. The past is exactly that. The PAST. It’s all behind us, but the future is what we have to be concerned about. Maybe I should just do you a favor so you can join Maki in heaven. You can tell her personally, that you’ve failed. You can tell her face to face that you let her down. I could just imagine the look of disappointment on Maki’s carcass when she sees you joining her. How sad of you to try to gain sympathy, but the only thing you’ll be gaining is another loss Haruna. I don’t have to dedicate my win to anyone. I don’t have to look deep down inside and find some pathetic sob story in order to boost my confidence that I will win. I know the inevitable truth Haruna, and that is something that you too should heed and learn. I am building an Empire. I am building a brand, and I am showing the world that when someone wants something, it does not matter how they get it. I’m showing that all the bullshit about honor, and doing things rights, making friends, it’s all for show. It’s all so people can feel good when they close their eyes and go to sleep at night. I’m proving that you don’t need any of that. Those are distractions. If people didn’t have those, maybe people like you would be more happy and more successful. I’m proving that it doesn’t matter what people say about you, it doesn’t matter. As long as I do what I have to do, to snake, steal , whatever it is, I will do it my way. At the end of it all, at least people will realize that someone did it their way. People will talk no matter what. At least people will realize, that I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Believe me when I tell you that I am desperate to hold on to what I have. I am desperate and I am wanting to put everything on the line. I will show you why, and I show everyone that I the queen of elite, at King Of Elite. Have patience and you will see. "

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 7:01 pm by **Brian Daniels**

I stood on the edge of a cliff, staring down at the inevitable fate of death. I was disarmed, cornered, and overwhelmed by the ferocious beast that put me there; Ares Vendetta. I attempted to act out of justice, because Ares Vendetta deserved the punishment of humility. He's been beaten, but he's never once been humbled. I now know that justice no longer has a role in this sadistic tug-of-war. I never felt so disgraceful in my entire life. I had put every ounce of energy I had into just one conflict, and that costed me several months of my career. I underestimated a monster, but the monster admittedly underestimated the hunter. The thought of caving your head in with my barbed wire baseball bat never once slipped my mind. The adrenaline that was fueled by pure disdain for the bewildered monstrosity --- nearly lead to your complete demise. I only acted upon the phrase "an eye for an eye", because that was the mercy you showed me. You testify about me sparing your own life, but you carelessly spared mine. It was only a mere waiting game for you. You knew that there would be a time where I would rise again, and you weren't prepared for that. It's almost as if you thought that I'd wave the white flag. I was never going to submit to you. You may have beaten me to an unconscious state, but you failed to put the fire out within me. That's your greatest flaw yet; mercy. In fact, you are only ever remorseless when trying to twist the morals of your enemies. You've been trying to twist and turn the man that I am, into your deranged fantasy being. But I can confirm that you achieved what you set out to achieve. You broke Brian Daniels, you left his morals, justice, and honor to deteriorate with the carcass you left behind at Territorial Invasion. I still fight for what I believe in, but I'm more dangerous than I ever was. I was far too safe in the comfort zone that I created for myself. I only wanted to do the right thing, but doesn't every villain think they're doing the "right thing"? To them, they're the heroes of the story. I know now, that I had to take that extra step backwards off the cliff you cornered me in --- to expose my true nature.

I need to protect myself, the people I care about, and the last extension of my career. I can't prance around as a defender of justice to make my point clear. My hand is forced to do things that may just seem unusual for my character, and I like that. I like this fresh breath of air, because I feel like a whole new person. I've only ever been content when I won World Championships, or any other accolade for that matter. I only ever felt content when I coasted across the top of this company. But for once, I felt satisfied for doing something that may seem so meaningless to everyone else. I shattered that fragile bone in your body. You're left as an incomplete human being, and that will always be because of me. I enjoyed seeing a horrible man suffer --- for once in his career. Should I have battered your head until your brains were splattered across the steel chain surrounding you? Absolutely, positively, no. I wanted you to survive just a little bit longer, because you don't know how it feels to endure pain. You've fought through battles and wars, but the simple thought of being incomplete, that must really bother you. The strength in that one arm will never be one hundred percent again. And I intend to tear down every barrier you put up, because it makes you a lesser being. I simply do not care that I'm facing an incomplete Ares Vendetta. It only opens up the opportunity for further suffering. My sick and twisted smile will form across my face, and you'll look through the crimson mask pouring from your crushed head to see it. I'll break every single bone in your body, and I'll force your companion to admit defeat for you. You and I both know, that's the only way that this ends entirely. You'll walk into this bout with your broken arm, I'll walk into this bout with vengeance on my mind. Won't you feel ashamed of yourself? You won the battle, but the war victory is clearly favored for myself. I've taken your Answers World Championship, your arm, Rook, but that's evidently not enough. But that left me thinking, what matters more to you than that? And I pondered to myself, until I realized that the only thing you have going for yourself currently --- is your precious life. Your life in the wrestling industry is the only thing energizing you right now. But what happens when your life is taken away from all of this? You'll be left in a worsened state than your father is currently. I'll leave you hooked up to several machines, with your comatose father, and your mother will be by your side. They'll be left with the decision of "do we pull the plug?", because that's how much of Ares Vendetta will be left. And how could they ever blame themselves for such a tragic death? When it's your pride that will be at fault.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 6:22 pm by **Ryder**

My deepest condolences reach out for you, Jack. I am sure that is the last thing you want to hear, especially since my views and words mean nothing to you. That saddens me, Ripley, I thought they we were generating a certain rapport between us. You, me, David and Miles all gathering around and sharing a few drinks. That is the sort of vibe you give off while you lionize Miles as if his surface is hotter than Venus. It really does unsettle me. What is this infatuation you have with Miles? I can understand the negativity and mean spirited slander you throw at me, because I have my flaws and shortcomings, yet you talk about Miles as if he is a Grand Slam, seventeen time world champion. Your entire approach to this is somewhat blurred between the lines of clever, cynical, and asinine. I feel as if the goal you are trying to achieve is one where Miles and I are split. Your partner David touched on this as well when addressing what I said. You swing your words like a crowbar between two nailed pieces of plywood. Why try to drive a sense of animosity between us if you two can so easily defeat us in tag team matches? You are the tag team experts per say, why would you want to take us down when we are at our worst? I cannot say for a fact that this was your intention, and Davidson will vouch that it was not, but I can defend mine. I do not want to face you two at your weakest. I preached it before that I want challenges. The challenges I had to endure in order to be able to call these titles ours is what makes me proud to have earned it with Miles. While I did lay into you, Jack, and try to check your ego with statements of inferiority among you and your partner, it was not to split you up and turn this match into a two on one on one. It was simply a gesture to heat you up; get you cooking. A nerve was struck and you two took the opportunity like fish to bait to retort and start laying the verbal foundations for a hopeful brick wall between Miles and I. Hypothetically, you want us split so you can take the titles easier? I do not know that for a fact, but that does not matter. This hypothetical surely exploits an embarrassing insecurity in your plot, but that is all that is is: a hypothetical. A hypothetical that merits no second glances between it is unambiguously foolish. I feel as if my time is most wasted when it is spent regurgitating the words of past orations, but nonetheless I will touch it again. Miles and I are dysfunctional together, but in the ring we function perfectly fine. We do not lose. I will end there because I do not need to spend anymore time on such a mundane, humdrum topic, and I know that mundane topics are one of an issue for you. With your diagnosis and all, correct? The ADHD must be a true burden as an Elitist. Perhaps that is where your marijuana comes in hand. Helps you mellow out and focus. I am only forcing you to roll your eyes at these heinous, stupid accusations because you seem to pride yourself a little too much on the asterisk next to my victory against you. Did Miles attack you? Did Miles knock you off the rope? Just because Davidson provokes my partner and Miles stands his ground does not mean that he is the reason you lost. You could have quite simply just ignored the outside action and finished me off, win the match and that would be all she said, but it is not. You cannot focus your panicky, anxious mind on one thing at once long enough to even secure the victory. If it helps you sleep at night, keep rehashing your same old story. Whatever settles your demons, Jack… But, David, man; where do I start? Although you found it quite meaningful to repeat after your partner and devout your whole heart to denying a victory two weeks ago, I do not think my defense is needed to be said again. Work smart, not hard; same applies to speaking. No need to waste breath on a concept that is incoherent to the likes of you two. Is a well spoken sentence an enigma to you two? I do not use big words for the sake of big words; I do not even speak in riddles that some of the most tedious individuals do. I speak with a purpose and I speak with lucid honesty that is transparent to the point. No alternative facts spew from my lips. I think that maybe you two are the ones swimming in “Da Nile.” You exert the utmost pressure from your brain to refute any success I have had or any fact I have uttered. It is almost cringe-worthy having to address such a juvenile issue openly. It is a waste of my time, which I have already touched on being an inconvenience to me, and it is also a waste of everyone else’s time. You deny, you twist, and then you try to act as if you just fabricated the greatest claim ever sermonized in the history of the world. It is obscene. It is repulsive. It is The High Rollerz in a nutshell. It is also a fine claim that you two are so passionately selfless when it comes to your self image. You claim no ego of the individual, because you are only here to tag? Aspirations of such are worthy of honor, and I will give you some. Let it not be unspoken that boring, eye-rolling ol’ Uncle Ryder would not leave you with a bit of food for thought. Perhaps instead of generating reasons as to why you two are untouchable, why you are the best tag team, and why you are going to win, just prove it in the ring this weekend. We all make mistakes. Jack has said them, I have said them, but Matt Squared has not made them. Do not make any mistakes this weekend if victory is what you two seek more than anything else. Do on your best. You will need it.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 5:25 pm by **Ryan Marx**

King of Elite Promo 3 – Maxim and Maverick

The scene fades in, revealing Ryan Marx stood on the porch of his all-white house. The camera shows how every inch has been bathed in the blinding white: the walls, the door, the porch Marx stands on. Even the windows have been boarded up, and those boards painted white. All except for one window, up on the second floor. His office.

Ryan almost blends into the house itself as he stands atop the porch stairs, an all-white and unkempt suit on, and the EAW New Breed Championship in his left hand. Ryan clutches it like a child holding a blanket – how 'fitting'.

I've been thinking a lot. Well, I always think, but as King of Elite grows closer, I have been doing more and more deep thinking as I prepare for Lars Grier. Like you, Lars, I have begun to notice many things as well. Mainly just how different we are. Of course, a blind man could see how different you and I are. Even you can point out our differences. But the ways in which we clash run deeper than just our upbringings and wrestling styles. See, the main thing I've noticed is that whilst I will address any issues, concerns, or doubts that are raised about me or subjects relating to me, you will avoid your own. You will put up many mirrors and fill the vicinity with smoke, but as I said before, I can see through you, Lars. I can see all the lies you spew, and I can recognise that you're doing your best to distract from the matter at hand: that you're scared of what I am and what I'm capable of.

Ryan begins to stroll down the porch stairs, the New Breed Championship trailing behind him. The metal plates thud down the steps, like an axe against wood. He speaks as he walks, the camera keeping some distance away from him as he approaches.

Your words are deceiving you though, Lars. See, I always believe that if you want to see into someone's head, you need to listen to the words they choose to say. You call me an abomination, you question my humanity, and you act as if calling me a virus and other such things is meant to hurt me. But I've never considered myself just a man. Your call to my humanity is futile as I have very little of it left. In the past, I've called myself worse than what you've said – all to intimidate. When my opponents don't understand my power, I compare myself to the likes of anthrax, carbon monoxide, a virus...all because it gets the weight of my power across to them. You're catching on. Though not entirely. Whilst you are beginning to unknowingly realise my capabilities through your vocabulary, you're not quite there yet.

Ryan stops at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze still fixed on the camera.

How many times have I called myself the 'best newcomer to arrive in EAW'? I know I'm a rookie – in fact, I'm embracing it for the time being. So your claim that I don't classify myself as a 'rookie': a complete lie. And you say it as if you're trying to hurt me. I couldn't be prouder to be a rookie. Look at what I've achieved: I'm the New Breed Champion, I've competed in a WarGames match, I've defeated the likes of Matt Ryder and Tyler Parker, and I've pushed many opponents to their limits. I've stood out. You on the other hand, won a single battle royal and now think you have the gall to proclaim yourself better than me. Oh, and you've got a title shot against me after being here for about three months. I got my first title shot within two months of being here. So you're not as special as you like to deceive people into thinking. I have reason to call myself the leader of the New Breed, as well as one of the best newcomers to join EAW in a while, whilst you still have a lot to prove. And if you lose this Saturday, which is what is expected not just from me but from the EAW Universe, then you will have proved you are nothing great.

He brings the New Breed Championship up and places the belt over his shoulder, a slight smile on his face.

I know all about waiting. I don't need you to give me a breakdown on it. I'll also be a cynic and tell you that sometimes waiting isn't worth it. People die regretting all the time they spent waiting for something great to happen. I won't be one of those people. See, I know what I want to achieve before my inevitable physical death, and I'm already on the path to achieving it. Are you on the path to achieving what you have waited for? Well, let me tell you that if this 'reward' you seek is my New Breed Championship, then you'll have to wait a lot longer, because it won't be yours at the end of King of Elite. You think you can break me, but you fail to realise that I have already been broken. And once you have been broken once, you cannot be truly damaged again. I'm like bone that's been broken – once I'm damaged, I will heal and become stronger. That's what happened to me long ago. I was damaged, and then I healed and became strong enough to become what I am now. You can reach inside of my head as much as you want, but you won't break me. I can't be broken again. Though I have to say, I'm starting to believe you have seen into my brain – or at least part of it. You're right in saying you can't understand it, since great minds are often above those of neanderthals such as you. But I feel you should be more afraid of my mind. If you had looked deeper than the surface, you would have found something to be terrified of inside my head. It's why no one survives my mind games unscathed. As soon as you enter my head, and start making your way around the labyrinth inside, you'll realise you're not alone in there. It's like a black fog, it fills the maze and hunts you down, ready to subject you to the pain I've kept deep inside of my head. You may not see it now, Lars, but if you keep trying to get into my head, it will find you. And at King of Elite, you'll be rendered unable to dismantle me as you'd wish. You may not need to understand how the brain works in order to destroy somebody, but if you do know how it works, you can eliminate an opponent in minutes – which is what I plan on doing to you this Saturday.

A pause, before Ryan shifts to the next topic.

I'll give you credit for trying to talk philosophy with me, but when you try to fight fire with fire, the flames will always engulf you first. Well done on bringing up the whole utilitarian principle of love over pain. I have to agree with you. Life is about the maximisation of love and the minimisation of pain. But you see, love and pain are very subjective concepts. If we're being pedantic, the real quote concerns the maximisation of pleasure, not love, but my comment still stands. For example, I love pain – not just my own, but the suffering of my enemies. For me, true pain is the absence of darkness, for if I never experienced it, I wouldn't be who I am today. So which do I maximise and minimise? I'm not spreading lies, I'm spreading a theory – one that has been proven through my own life experience. The world is not black and white like you seem to be suggesting, and to think so is ignorant and indicative of your low awareness. If anyone is spreading lies, it's you, Lars. You're trying to portray me as the villain, the compulsive liar. But that's just not true. The real false prophet is you, as you make up lies to try and smear dirt on my name and philosophy, which you know deep down is the truth. And just as many other opponents have done, you are spreading falsehoods about me because you're scared of my knowledge. You'll do anything to convince yourself that what I say isn't true, but in the deep recesses of your mind, you know that everything I say is honest. Now, about this claim that I'm running some kind of cult, that is merely more slander from someone who doesn't like what he has come up against. The Five Pillars doesn't have a cult – I prefer the term 'school of thought', both in the literal and definitive form. Those who follow the Five Pillars are a group that have assimilated into one school, one collective conscious. And they have all integrated into me and my ivory tower. So to say you'll rip all of that away from me is a flawed promise. You can never tear my school away from me, for as I have said, my followers and future believers will eat from my body and keep me alive, just as I keep them alive and thinking now. We are one. Unlike you and your scattered thoughts, we cannot be torn asunder. So you can try, Lars, but you will fail, and you'll leave me able to rip your mind apart just as I planned.

But yes, let's talk about war. 'War' is a term that can be used to describe many things. There are numerous types of war, after all. Physical war, such as the kind you love to describe, and psychological war. I have been through war, though I know you don't want to believe that. I'm sure you'd like to think that my upbringing and life is a sign that I don't know what war is, but trust me when I say I do. I have been through mental warfare, the kind I described before. Being mentally tormented, psychologically tested, and forced to change in order to survive. You wouldn't last a second if you went through what I did. Every day I used to question myself, my ideals, my future. It was mentally taxing. You can't even comprehend my philosophy when I spell it out for you, so how on earth would you have been able to deal with my painful upbringing? But do you know what's great about troubled pasts? They build you into something better. My time being mentally tortured allowed for me to perfect the art of psychological warfare, and it's an artform I use against every opponent. I don't just try to win – I try to damage my enemies. I make them feel just a fraction of the suffering I felt, and even that's too much for many. I can see how your upbringing would be considered 'war', but you're not special. You haven't felt that deeply personal darkness that I have. There are people worse off than you. Like I said, there's nothing worse than being given what you asked for, but not what you wanted. It's a more complex betrayal than just 'I lived rough when I was young'. And until you feel that complex suffering, you will never know what actual war is. Luckily for you, King of Elite will give you the chance to experience that complexity when you come up against me.

And still, even with all this discussion of war, you continue to find the time to undermine me by calling me a child. You can keep doing it, but again, I see through it. People like you enjoy calling me a child when you realise that what I'm saying is real. To fight the truth, you dismiss me. It's nothing new. I've been candid about how many times I've been dismissed in my life, and your constant mockery of me doesn't do as much damage as you'd probably like. Though don't you see? I asked for the world, and I was given the means to understand it, but not claim it. Only I didn't realise that. My complaints are not founded in this 'spoiled brat' belief that you like to push. It's more like I thought I knew what I wanted, yet when I received it, I realised it wasn't anything close to what I had desired. What I wanted was so grand in scope, so far beyond my mind at that time, that even I didn't know what it was. But now I do. I want the future. I need it all. And I understand that the only way to capture the future is to allow the world to burn so it can feel the suffering I felt. Only then will the masses be enlightened and ready for me to lead them as I plan on doing. You'll be just one example of what is in store for this society, I can assure you. You and your 'get what I want' attitude. Your philosophy of taking what you want by force can only go so far. It won't be long until you rush into a situation and run into a brick wall. That could come sooner than you'd think. I know you like to think you'll take my title away from me, but at King of Elite, you will hit the brick wall when you run recklessly into our match with the goal of taking what you want by force. It makes it even more hysterical when you're the one standing there saying 'think before you act'. After all, you don't like to sit back and watch the world burn, do you? You don't like thinking too hard. What a great example of your hypocritical nature.

Ryan lets out a laugh as he begins to walk further away from his house, the camera continuing to keep a distance between itself and 'The Philosopher'.

Did you not listen to what I had to say? My whole recap of Dozsa's execution was meant to make several points to you, all of which clearly flew over your dense head. I do want to die like Dozsa did. Clearly you just can't pay attention, Lars, and that won't treat you well this Saturday, I can assure you. I wish I could die a thousand deaths, but unfortunately I will only have to suffer through one – one that you won't be delivering to me, I know. See, if you listened to me, you would have realised that my retelling of Dozsa's fate was supposed to be many things: the reasoning behind why I don't fear death, a metaphor for my follower's devotion and my wishes for them, and it was meant to be a comparison between what will happen to you and what physical torment Dozsa experienced, amongst other ideas. But I can see you've gotten it twisted. I should have expected that from someone like you. See Lars, you're no 'empire'. In order to be an empire, you need to have people who are loyal to you, people you lead. And you have no one on your side. I, on the other hand, am the leader of the New Breed as well as those who follow my philosophy. If anyone between us qualifies as an empire, it's me. Though it's laughable that you call yourself an empire, because if you actually took note of what I was explaining with my story, you would realise that Dozsa's death – the one that can be compared to what you supposedly will be doing unto me – caused the downfall of the kingdom that killed him. So you are accepting your fate. Are you agreeing with me that if you kill me, you will soon fall? Because that's exactly what you're doing when you proclaim yourself an empire of pain. Dozsa is known as a hero, whilst the kingdom that killed him are considered barbaric and moronic for allowing themselves to be distracted. I can see the parallels to our match already, and it hasn't even happened yet.

Though in the end, it all comes down to this elephant in the room that you're just not addressing. If you do destroy me, kill me, rip my heart out...whatever it is you want to do to me...then you too will fall. The only difference is that I will rise again through my work and philosophy, whilst you will fade back into the Cincinnati-based obscurity you crawled out from. You've tried to argue against it by saying that you won't allow me to live on in spirit by burying my beliefs, killing my followers, and taking on anyone who has ever heard me speak. But what you haven't realised is that you wouldn't be strong enough to do that if you were to destroy me. Why do you think I've been calling for you to 'destroy me'? Did you think I was just being a typical self-destructive maniac, akin to yourself? No. I was doing it because I know that if you did somehow kill my physical being, you would also be destroyed in the process. See, when I call myself a martyr, it's not because it sounds like a great title or because I want to come across as 'different'. It's because I am a martyr. I will sacrifice myself for my own success. I will die to remain influential. And I will allow you to tear me limb from limb if it means I will remain the New Breed Champion. You see, it's one thing to be told that someone is immortal. But to actually witness their immortality first-hand is something else entirely. The reason why I am so confident and uncaring of whether you will destroy me or not is because no matter what you do to me, you will see my immortality. When you cut me into a thousand pieces and I still come back with attacks of my own, you will learn to truly fear me. You will regret not accepting your fear earlier. Because fear is the only thing that can save you now. Not passion, not hatred, not blind recklessness. Not even playing my mind games can help you, because no matter what you do, it will all lead to the same conclusion. Your terror-filled downfall.

But you just don't listen, do you? I'm warning you of what will happen, and still all you can talk about is how you'll destroy things: me, my followers, and every God damn person you can get a hold of. Are you that afraid of playing my mind games that you'll allow yourself to self-destruct? Lars, you need to think outside of your 'Black Box' for once – it's the only way you'll beat me. And even then, it's not a guaranteed victory. I'm adaptable, of course, far more than you are, as is evident by how short you come up against men who are more intelligent than you. Considering you admitted yourself that I have intellect, I think it's safe to say I fit into that category of people who have and will outsmart you. I am a tricky one to decipher on a good day, but at King of Elite I'll be impossible for you to work out. Though allow me to give you a hint.

Ryan walks past the camera and it slowly pans across the open field to find him. He stands in the clearing, one arm outstretched, the other clinging onto his title belt.

I will take anything you throw my way in order to succeed. I'll accept your crown of thorn, your ultimate destruction. I will take every punch you throw, every strike you hit me with. I'll let you kill me, bury me, and then set my grave on fire. Why? Because then I will still have won. I am a great, captivating man as you said, but that is such an understatement in the grand scheme of things. I'm a philosopher, a leader, and a messiah. And I will die for my success, for this New Breed Championship. At King of Elite, one of us will be crowned.

Either I will be crowned a martyr.

The camera begins to glitch and distort.

Or you will be crowned the King of Liars I know you to be.

Ryan stands in the open field, his eyes surveying the land that is his. And thinking of the land that will soon be his. Cut to static. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 5:17 pm by **Cailin Dillon**

King of Elite #2

I agree with some of what you said. I am right where I belong. You know it. I know it. We may be the only two that know it. But it will never stop the detractors. When people come after me, it’s always with the same intention. They all took the same approach to make me go away forever. They weren’t out to beat me and score a victory. They were out to erase me. And here I stand above all of them holding the title that is now most precious to all but three of the women in this division. This happened because I fought for me. Because when others stood here and said I was worthless, I proved them otherwise. Where others would cower and fall into line, I took my own place and cut to the front and watched them as they tried to make me fall back. They failed, Aria. These same people who wanted to point to my failures as part of a group, point to the misconceptions that I couldn’t hang because I lost at Grand Rampage, that pointed at my misfired attempts to get that title back — they are all proven wrong now. But I never needed their confirmation. I didn’t need yours or Tarah’s either. You know better than any of us that sometimes you have to do it for yourself. You might not like how I did this and fans might hate me for it. But this is the road I chose to go and I’m comfortable with it. It’s true that some of those same women who have always cast doubt upon my career are the three that stood beside me and supported my move the days after Shock Value. But my heart didn’t lie with them. They celebrated what I did because they saw it as a valiant move that supported their cause. But that was it. What I did was not for them. It wasn’t because of you or anyone else. I did it for me. There may be people who fight back and claim it wasn’t champion-like for me to do what I did. But I am the champion, and I will defend this belt with every bit of the fire and valor that I did the first time around. If you want to be the best you have to go through me. I don’t serve as a road block for anyone to reach the top. I serve as the ultimate test to whether or not you’re worthy of this mountaintop.

Every dog has its day, Aria. I know that some day I will suffer the misfortune of losing this title. I’m not as naïve as Sheridan to think I can just claim repeatedly that I have a ninja fucking grip on this belt and that no one will ever be able to touch it. But being the first champion is not enough for me. I’m not the champion because I want to pretend to be the best for a few weeks. I am here to stay. I’m sorry if you don’t understand that because your own reign was over in the blink of an eye. But at least you got to be part of someone else’s moment on the grandest stage EAW has to offer. MY time is only beginning. And I will fight with every fiber of my being to make sure that I stay champion past our match at King of Elite. I understand your desire to fight your way to the top and ascend to the top. I know that hunger you taste to be back where you were when you stood as Vixen’s Champion. But I’ll remind you once again: this is not the Vixen’s title. I’m sure wrapped up in your mind is another thing to add to your legacy. Why fight for the Specialist’s title and try to be the third person to hold those two titles, when you can be the first Vixen’s and Women’s champion. Everyone here is always obsessed with firsts. I’m not. By my own fortune I just happen to be the first Women’s Champion. But I could give two shits about the fact that I was the second Specialist’s Champion. You know why? Because no one even remembers Haruna’s reign at this point. They only remember what I did with that title. There will always, always be a lasting memory of you main eventing an FPV and winning the Vixen’s title. No one can ever rob you of that. But you will not be dethroning the Empress at King of Elite. I am not content with being the first. It means nothing to me. You say this title is defined as the replacement for an already great title. I say I can make it even better. We’re Elitists now, Aria. We have our own show. We can’t be ignored any longer. And I won’t allow myself to be beaten. I didn’t build this Empire alone. It wasn’t done with just my two hands. I’m sure the masses would prefer the woman who stands at the top to be Aria Jaxon. But I’m not the type to back down. I might not be the underdog, but I’m not the top choice either. You know me well enough to know I don’t care what they think. I didn’t care even when they shouted and cheered my name like there was no one that compared. That love is for you. I don’t need it.

But you? You do love that confirmation you get night in and night out. And being champion is like the cherry on top for you. Let’s compare this to current events. You’re no different than one of these potential cabinet members. You are a chosen champion in the eyes of many, even though you fought to earn this chance. You built a longstanding reputation that proved you were worthy. Now everyone is expect a unanimous confirmation for you as the best. But you know what? No, I don’t stand for that. I vote no on that confirmation. My demand is that you prove yourself without a shadow of a doubt in that ring with me. If you want to be a champion you have to beat me until I can’t pick myself up off that mat. You know exactly what that means. You know exactly the lengths you have to go to if you want that to happen. It’s not enough for you to just say, no matter what, that you’re going to beat me and become the champion. These are the empty words that you provide week after week. See, we can all just continually give a speech and end it with the generic no matter what I will be champion spiel. What you’ve always had going for you is a little extra flair before you hit that same dull ending. I’ve been guilty of it myself. But I accept that there are two ways this match ends. Only one of us wins, and the other loses. And I know what has to be done to beat you. You seemed almost shocked when I said last week that I preferred to fight you over Sheridan at King of Elite. Yes, I had her number after beating her. But there was only one way this could happen. From the moment we signed in this company side by side, this was our destiny. This isn’t our final destiny, but we both know this will be one of the most read chapters of our story. I can remember those uneasy first few weeks when we traveled on the roads at all times, talking about our families and what we gave up. We both know the sacrifices that were made in order to reach this level. No one can ever take those moments away for us. They can call us former best friends all they want. But we always clicked in a way different than so many others. It’s because we really are so similar. We’re like mirror images when it comes to the way we move in the ring, the way we fight with an insane level of determination that could never be measured. That will never change. As long as we’re in a match together or on opposite sides, there will inevitably be fireworks. That’s why no matter what side we are on, I will always have love for you Aria. In this telling, we will stand on opposite sides.

You’re right that we’ve never needed something to fight over in order to have a great match. But any kind of carrot dangled has always raised the intensity. I will never forget us decimating Y2Impact together. The carrot then was just saving EAW from its oppressors. I would say too often we stood on the side of good and fighting for those who would never issue so much as a thank you. At some point I started to examine my career and decide if I was giving up too much of myself for the benefit of others. I knew before we ever started Sirens that I was going to do what I did at Shock Value. One way or another, that event was going to end with a pre-calculated message sent to Sheridan. She always believed she was the reason for a women’s revolution here in EAW. I always believed she stood more in line with the beliefs of the old guard that you dislike so much. Not in alignment, but in the way she thought and acted. She wanted to control everything about EAW much in the way that the OGs wanted to at the beginning of our career here, and it’s the same power struggle they are fighting today. But I dispatched of her, and you helped, because it’s what this division really did need. But unlike when I did it for so many others in the past. This time I did it for me. Not because if I won I would be champion, but because I wanted to see her suffer. I wanted to see her ego take the biggest blow when she realized she wasn’t as unstoppable as she believed. I wanted to see her psyche crumble when she couldn’t fall back to yell about the perfection of her craft or her mantra once again. And I did it all. Like a hammer breaking through the Berlin Wall, I broke down all the walls she tried to put up around this division and box us all in. I know this explanation is unnecessary, but this is what it is. I knew if I talked the big game and I failed hard, the second Empress to fail in her attempt, I would be forced back to the back of the line while others took all the opportunities I felt I’d earned. I’ve already watched it happen before. This isn’t about confirmation for me. This is about pride and goals and dreams. I didn’t become the Women’s Champ so I could be a placeholder until Aria Jaxon was ready to be the champ. I won this title because of all of the hard work I put in to get here. When I lost at Pain for Pride, I changed everything. I went back to work. My training regiment was altered. My mentality was strengthened. My resolve became even stronger. I know you see that. And now everything has changed. It will never be the same again.

I’ve never been the Vixen’s Champion before. I joined this company with the dream of becoming the Vixen’s Champ. It never happened and now it never will. But now I stand as something even more important. No one will ever forget the Vixen’s title and what it meant for this company. But now I represent all of us as women. Not an object. But women. We are the best this company has to offer, and nothing will ever change that in my mind. When I say we, I mean us first and then the rest of the women that grace this division. I will retain my title at King of Elite because I refuse to let my legacy be defined as Miss One-And-Done. I refuse to let this title slip out of my hands when I have so much planned for the future as Women’s Champion. I know this won’t be our last match together. I’m damn sure positive it won’t be our last title match together. But this bitch ain’t going down in flames in Denmark. I have a fire inside that burns like no other person here will ever understand. That fire is about to engulf you hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before. I won’t just escape this match clinging to my title as the victor. I will fight you and soundly defeat you like the champion I am and everyone else will soon learn I am, too. You know what it means to be the Empress. You know what it means to be a champion. But I’m a different breed of Empress. I’m a different breed of champion. And this weekend the different breed will come out on top once again.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 4:30 pm by **Drastik**

(The scene opens up to Drastik at a park, throwing a bag of thawed shrimp on the park barbecue. Get it? Shrimp on the barby because of the whole Australian thing? Alright, cut me some slack. Drastik is awaiting his best friend Ahren Fournier who has agreed to meet him for a picnic “friendate” where they plan to eat food and fly kites. But before any of that happens, Drastik has to turn around, dressed in his full chef outfit with a chef’s hat and apron on—reading “Daddy Cooks Best”—before slow clapping toward the camera with a pair of tongs still in his hands.)

There we go. Jamie O’Hara decides to address what I’m talking about for once so I don’t have to spend ten minutes a couple hours later re-explaining myself in the hopes that he hears me. Of course, I think the only reason you mentioned anything was because you figured you could get away with your incoherence amidst your own rambling—and to think that you’re calling ME the rambling madman here. You’re going to have to excuse me for the mix-up in not understanding what the hell you’re even talking about at this point. You see, I figured that it’d be a little silly to vaguely reference someone for two lines in the middle of a monologue that was clearly addressed to me, but hey, I get what’s happening here. As this week has gone on, I’ve seen you shifting your eyes back and forth between myself and Tiberius Jones, frantically trying to cover all the cracks as we take turns picking you apart. And while I haven’t held TJ’s hand or high-fived him for the things that he’s said about you, I certainly agree with them. More than any other reason, though, you’re going to have to excuse me for hearing the things you say and immediately thinking, “God, this guy got his facts wrong AGAIN,” because you have consistently proven before this to have bad information. How could I think any different this time around? Did you have a moment of realization where you figured that it was time to dislodge your bald head from your outback asshole and read a Wikipedia article or two before opening your mouth? Each time I speak to you, I keep thinking that this all comes down to a matter of consistency. Consistently, I have come in here, taken, and left. Consistently, I’ve defied naysayers and risen above any landscape that this company has thrown at me. Consistently, I take absolutely control of the system. I might still argue that I was exceptionally talented and successful even if I wasn’t consistent, but I guarantee you that that consistency is what makes what I say and do 100% credible. You meanwhile have done what consistently? You’ve shown up to work consistently for the most part, sure. But you’ve also consistently stuck your head out a little too far and little too dangerously by speaking wildly of your dreams and aspirations—about your redemption storyline and your rise back to the top. You’ve consistently spoken about things that you aren’t completely sure about because your passion dictates your actions more than your logic does. And consistently no matter how many times I say it, you don’t listen to what I have to say to you: exception can never be the rule. Back and forth you’ve swayed between bragging about your consistency when it comes to showing up each and every week, putting it all out there, doing whatever it takes. And then you follow up with trying to tell me that your shortcomings since falling from the pedestal of a world championship doesn’t play by the same rules of consistency that everything else does. You talk about having proving yourself by referencing your consistency of putting on quality matches to conquer feuds and stand tall above your enemies, but then you don’t give me the same credit when I have consistently walked in and out of these doors, taking whatever I please. I keep on waiting for you to decide where you stand—if you’re meant to be king or if you’re not meant to be anything, if you think repeated evidence is worth something or if all that matters is hot-takes in the very moment. But I’m realizing that you’ll never really decide, and surely won’t decide before Sunday rolls in. I guess I’ll have to make that decision for you.

(Drastik turns toward the grill and quickly flips some of the shrimp, moving them away from the heat before looking at the cameraman and asking if he’s doing any of this right. It’s becoming apparent that Drastik doesn’t really cook for himself often. The cameraman gives him some instructions before Drastik adjusts his hat and begins speaking to Jamie again through the power of a big metal contraption that picks up audio as well as visual—in color! And high definition too so you can see the subtle rash on the back of Drastik’s neck. Anyways, Drastik gets back into it.)

You asked me an interesting question—albeit just a question that I had asked you, but I’ll ignore that to give you some kind of gold star for trying—about what I’m possibly going to do with myself if I go out there and bomb in our match at King of Elite. What happens if all the hype that Drastik has generated for himself falls through? What if he was wrong about the consistency? What if he was wrong about simply being better than his competition whether it’s 2008 or 2017 or 2025? Well, thankfully, I don’t need to answer that question because it’s not remotely a concern. NEVER have I failed when I’ve applied myself. Except for a couple of science classes in high school because I was just never that good at understanding the biology of atoms and all that mumbo jumbo. And I guess I kind of failed that time a couple weeks ago I tried to knit a custom sweater for my best friend Ahren Fournier, but I’m going to keep on trying with that. In the context of wrestling, I have NEVER failed when I’ve applied myself—and I’ll tell you right now that this is me applying myself. I’m sure you’re going to just turn that around and say, “Really? This is it? This is you red-lining?” No, this is me getting the job done. Similarly with your pretty clear line of thinking, I know you’re going to say that there’s no reason that you should answer that question about coming up short at King of Elite if I’m not going to bother answering it. I think you run into this because you clearly seem to think we’re cut from the same cloth or something. Even when you speak of our parallels, I can tell that you see yourself as a younger version of me—a competitor on the same path that I’ve been on, just a point further back. I understand why you think that, and I’ll even tell you that I can see a lot of the parallels between what you’re trying to do right now and what I was able to do many years ago the first time I came back—in a year in a half, by the way, not four, but what’s fact-checking worth anyways? I can see how someone can be traveling down a road that looks all too familiar, trees whipping by as you pass, the asphalt looking the same as any other. It all feels the same, doesn’t it? For a moment you think that you’re riding down the same road as another, but you’re mistaken. Soon enough you come to a bend in the road or an incline or the forest around you breaks and you’re riding through the plains. You haven’t gotten to that point yet to realize, but I’ll tell you right now that I’m not going to buy into the idea that you’re headed down the same road as I’ve been on—that you’re destined for the same greatness as I’ve already achieved. You’re just at the beginning of the path. What I’m saying, Jamie, is that we’re not the same person even if you’re thinking we’ve gone through the same things and experienced similar hardships. Just because you’ve lived out 20% of the career I’ve lived out doesn’t mean you’re on pace to achieve the same great things I have. I’m sure Stephen Curry and I shot about the same from three-point range back when we were both three year olds, but that doesn’t mean I can play basketball for a living. Thankfully, I don’t need to worry about that; I don’t have to worry about how our paths diverged way back then. Because my bread and butter isn’t putting a ball through a hoop—no—but it’s coming and going in this wrestling industry whenever I please. You continue to dangle that in front of me as if you’re airing out dirty laundry, but it really isn’t to me. I’ll tell you right now that I absolutely plan on leaving again once I get my fill this time around. And maybe in the future, I’ll find my way back in here by signing some developmental fifteen day legend’s contract that lets me slip in, take control in two weeks, and force EAW’s hand once again. If you could do that, wouldn’t you do that same? I think it’s nuts that you think I’d take the things I can do in a couple months and spread it out over the course of a year. I’m all about windows—picking my shot and taking it because I know I’ll make it, because I know that it’ll serve as a gut-punch to the company that has falsely advertised that it owns me. So no, I’m not going to shy away from the fact that I’m going to take this King of Elite crown, use it for what it’s actually worth—an opportunity to pick my spot at a world championship—cash in, get my fill, and walk out of those doors. I can assure you that each time I’ve done that, people weren’t calling it cowardice or egging me on to come back; they breathed a sigh of relief because they knew that I was at least gone for the time being, even if they knew I’d come back. I’m not going to deviate from that plan. That’s consistency.

You may repeatedly think less of me because of that cycle of coming and going and coming and going, but it’s how things work, and it’s been the most effective strategy in this industry for the last decade, from any competitor. You may think that I’m on the run from something and that by leaving, I just narrowly escape it, but the reason I come and go is to keep this company on its toes—to remind them who really holds the reins. No matter who sits at the top of the pyramid scheme as chairman, no matter what the stockholders do, no matter what general manager gets a rented out office with a custom nameplate before ultimately getting replaced after a couple of months, I’m the constant power that looms over this company. I make sure to come right back in when people begin to forget about that. When people start believing that they have the power to do anything, they buy into the same cliché crap that you and TJ—trust me though, TJ has it far worse—continue spouting each and every time I hear from you. That freedom isn’t a reality. There isn’t any leeway that consistency adheres to, no uprisings or overhauls that change everything that we once knew. I’ll end on this note to tie everything together, Jamie: when you asked me what happens after King of Elite and I considered everything we’ve talked about, I came to the conclusion that maybe—just maybe—there’s an aspect of fairytales and storybook endings that exists. Maybe everything ends up fitting into the right place, the water settles into the lowest points, the peaks dry because they’re closest to the sun, and rivers form. When I become king of this industry, when I achieve something that no one thought I had in me, I will take what I want, get my fill, and leave like I’ve always done. And you and Tiberius? You two will keep on chugging away because you both find merit in the journey and not the destination, alone. Maybe that’s really for the best. Everyone ends up happy. The two of you keep on working your day-jobs and I cash my check, sign my name in the history books, and take another year-long vacation to chuckle to myself about just how easy it was to live up to my own reputation. There’s your storybook ending. Are you happy now, Jamie?

(All in one motion, Drastik scrapes the prawns off of the park grill and into a tin container before taking it over to the park bench and immediately throwing them all away. He looks at the camera and says, “It was for a bit, okay? Fournier’s bringing Panda Express.” The cameraman, as usual seems disgusted with Drastik and goes to turn the camera off. Drastik gets his attention and asks him to zoom into his apron on the word “Daddy” before fading it to black. Since the cameraman is on the clock and getting paid, he does it begrudgingly. Then, the moment you’ve all been waiting for: white text flashing on the screen for a moment before being gone! Quick and easy, just how Drastik likes it.)

SAIL

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 3:46 pm by **Victor Maero**

Maero sits in a dark wooden room in the Sanatorium. He holds the Hardcore title in his hands and smiles. He pulls a scalpel from his pocket and looks over it as he speaks.

“Oh McAdams.” Maero laughs. “You’re really a piece of work. You think I’m new to this? I was born into blood, bone, and carnage, into violence, having a schedule for it doesn’t change anything. This is nothing new. But, keep whining about how the odds were stacked against you though, that’ll help you beat me. That’ll change the minds and hearts of those you insulted. If whining did anything don’t you think I would have held all the titles back when that’s all I fucking did?” Maero changes and chuckles. “I, However, actually improved and got over that phase, unlike someone.” Maero fakes a cough. “McAdams.” Maero fake coughs again. “See, “I didn’t make any excuses for my losses. Speaking of excuses, some of my family was on that line up when you lost, and I didn’t get distracted. Some of them are on this card, am I allowed to blame them if I lose? No. Of course not, if you lose that’s on you and if I lose that’s on me. This is one on one. This is just you versus me, no games, just blood. I’m not a thief McAdams, so don’t call me one. No, no, no. I’m… you like hunting analogies right? Well then: I went from prey to predator. I did what us humans are fantastic at doing, changing. See, I showed the real me to the world. I went back to who I really am. You? You’re still hiding under that facade of pretending to be a gentleman and “a class above.” But you can’t hide behind that anymore, because I have proved time and time again that if anyone is a class above it’s me, and you have proved that you’re nothing but a generic off brand asshold whining about how someone took away his favorite toy. The only thing that is, and was, stacked against you is me, I’m the only one that you’re fighting in that ring. I know you want to whine about how your friend distracted you and the Sanatorium cheated you out of the title that is rightfully yours. But this is my title, I fought for it with blood, sweat, and tears. The whole world was against me until I won at King Of Elite. I beat the odds, so if you’re a class above me you should’ve been able to do the same. You had the advantage, you had this title. You lost it in a defence against someone that, in your eyes, should have been under your boot. I beat the odds and I beat you. I fought through everything and I earned the Hardcore title, this title.” Maero points to his title. He stands from his chair and begins to pace through the room.

“You’ve fallen from grace McAdams, and no matter how much effort you put into clawing your way back to my level you’re going to fall. You’ve made too many mistakes to stay at my level. So at least take the plunge with dignity. You’ve become nothing but a cynical asshole, just like everyone else in the company. Do you need some Starbucks to calm yourself? Tell me when you’ve made a successful comeback, because you’re not worth my time in your current state. You know what you remind me of? No Man’s Sky. You promised a lot, and you looked fantastic. Then you just came out and… sucked. Ah yes, just in case your lordship didn’t quite catch that as he doesn’t sully his hands with anything technical in his free time. No Man’s Sky was a game that seemed awesome and promised a lot, then it came out and it sucked worse than the vacuum of the space it was set in.” Maero shudders. “It still rustles my jimmies to this day. Maybe even more than you… I mean, come on McAdams. I’ve already beaten you, what? Four times already? You won’t take my title from me. I worked, and worked, and worked until I got this. I earned this, and I won’t give it up, not now. You think you’re the only one who can hold this title? Well consider yourself fucking disputed. You think that you can take me on in my world? The world of blood, gore, and violence? Do you think you can defeat the alpha predator in his hunting ground? For once in your privileged life smell the fucking roses, I beat you. I beat you without cheating, without help, and without the odds being stacked in my favor. Open your eyes McAdams, when you do you’ll see this is my time, your superiority complex isn’t going to change that. This is my title, this is my time. You’re just white noise, you’re just a fly buzzing around my kill. I have no choice but to swat you. You made your bed, now lie in it.” Maero uses his scalpel to make a small incision on his right thumb. He used the small trickle of blood to wet the rest of his fingers as he speaks.

“You keep dwelling on the time that in the midst of the scramble during King of Elite you pinned me, and that I pinned someone else for the victory. The thing you leave out is that: it was Ahren Fournier, not only is he someone that I respect more than whatever this version of you is called, but he wasn’t in that match until the very last few seconds. I pinned someone that hadn’t been there for almost the entire match and is probably as strong as you. If that isn’t enough for you try this: we then clashed for this title.” Maero points to his title with a blood soaked finger. “And I beat you. I pinned you for the three count you claim I’m missing. So bring your new tacks, bring your new toys, bring all that rage you hold inside and release it all into the ring, I’ll still come out on top. I’ll still hold this title. You’re walking into a world you’ve only glimpsed. You’re walking right into hell. Whether you walk out with the same smarmy, “look at me, I’m so great,” Kanye fucking West of an attitude is up to you. But you won’t leave with my title, and you won’t leave without new scars.” Maero slaps his hand onto his title leaving a bloody hand print.

“This title was built on filth.” Maero says licking the blood off of his fingers. “This title is the definition of filth. Blood and dirt made were forged together to create this title. Gore, violence, and chaos is what it represents. Conveniently, that’s also what my whole fucking career is based on. This title doesn’t represent some posh man’s bank account. Did you know everyone is made from star stuff? A star had to explode sending new elements out into the universe. The atoms formed over millions of years, the were reformed in more stars, and more stars, and more starts. Until one day they were put together into one stuck up, excuse making, worthless, hateful, waste of space. You, if you couldn’t tell. You’re disgracing every fucking star that gave it’s life to create you. Your excuses annoy me more than the insults. I’m sure everyone that supported you is so fucking proud that you can’t accept that you’ve been beat. I’m sure they love that in your current state of denial you couldn’t defeat a usb stick containing nothing but Taylor Swift songs. You told me to sharpen my teeth, so I made it them sharp as my tongue, and you couldn’t handle either. You told me to keep biting, so I learned to break bone. You told me that you were a class above and I proved you wrong. But yeah, my victory was complete based on outside influences. Oh my god, I know who you are. You’re Donald Trump. “The whole system’s rigged!” Do you want to build a wall to keep out all Showdown Elitists? You even called me a thief… “Crooked Maero!” Wow, that works far too well. You said I’d become a has been Elitist? Honey, I’m not even an Elitist now. I’m part of the Sanatorium, we don’t really have those. I’m an outcast. I’m the Black Sheep. Here’s the plan: I’m going to teach you some more of those lessons you missed. Like why I’m called the Priest of Life. Or how why I deserve my title. I’ll teach you that I am the most Hardcore guy in the room. I’ll teach you that excuses and ignoring failure gets you nowhere fast. And of course, I’ll teach you something very simple that you keep forgetting…” Maero sits back on his chair and runs his hand over the dried blood on his title. “I bite.”

Fade to Laughter.

Re: EAW Promoz! January 24th 2017, 3:12 pm by **Ares Vendetta**

Believe it or not, I enjoy every moment of this.

The animalistic lust for blood in the air.

The great odds that we will truly rip one another apart in a match not bound by Disqualifications or Countouts or even Pinfalls or Submissions.

The shift in your attitude and personality to go along with that burning fire in your eyes.

It’s a beautiful song we’re playing, you and I, and I can’t tell you how elated I am to finish it for all generations to come to witness.

One month prior to all of this, you stepped back inside of a ring with a bat firmly in your hand and stepped out of your little comfort zone. The man I beat and battered and humiliated in that ring would have never had the guts to do what you did. Rest assured, you got the better of me on that night. Rest assured, I underestimated what you’re capable of. The damage I took, the World Championship I lost, and the broken arm I suffered… That’s all absolutely worth it. That’s a small price to pay for the sheer enjoyment of this. You stand there waiting for the moment that you get to finish off Ares Vendetta, and yet, you already had such a moment. You had me there like a trapped animal, and all you had to do was take your little bat and cave my skull in. That’s all. Yet, here we are. I’ve gained a new ally, you’ve gained the carcass of the man who was once my father, and we find ourselves on the horizon of a bloodbath. There’s no doubt in my mind that you take a deep satisfaction in all that you’ve done since you showed your face once more. There’s nothing more satisfying than doing than indulging in your natural instincts to maim. I’ve done as much since the very moment I stepped inside an EAW ring. This has been my playground, and I’m afraid I’m not ready to be kicked out of it, mongrel.

Clutch that bat in your hands tightly thinking about what you’re going to do to me, but can you? Are you truly capable of going even further? Are you the man you think you are? In a way, I did you a favor. I’m certain you curse my name every moment you think of what happened at Territorial Invasion, but I gave you something you needed. Every second spent prior to that encounter, you went on and on about what it was Ares Vendetta needed. That I needed a reality check, that I needed the beating of a lifetime. It was always you who needed something. You needed a push. I can tell from what a miserable little man you are that you’ve spent your entire career standing on the precipice of something greater. You’ve got it somewhere deep down inside that unimpressive physique of yours to do what I do, and the only thing that’s ever stopped you from doing so are those annoying little chains of morality you bound yourself with. You were beaten and broken not because Ares Vendetta “cheated”, but because you fought a fight that’s long since been obsolete. You fought with honor you never had. You fought by rules that never existed. Now I look into those cold eyes of yours, see that twisted smile upon your face, and know that I did what was right. Perhaps one day you’ll see that. Perhaps one day you’ll come to know you wasted every ounce of your career up until that fateful night at Road To Redemption.

But make no mistake, you’re still so very flawed, mongrel. So very flawed. It’s clear you’ve finally begun playing my game when you interfered and broke my arm, but you stopped there and let it go. You were willing to finish all of this right then and there. I love that bloodlust of yours, but I hate that cancerous sense of justice you still carry with you. I loathe it with every fiber of my being. You walked away from the greatest opportunity you had to get what you so very desired. Had you left Ares Vendetta unable to step inside a ring ever again, you would have resolved all of your problems. You would have finally gotten rid of me, and you would have been free to pursue the shell of a man you want inside a ring oh-so badly. Instead, you foolishly allowed me more than enough opportunity to hurt others and find a whole new way to play this game. You see what you did as just as powerful as what I did to you, but you would be wrong, mongrel. Make no mistake, there’s a distinct difference between Ares Vendetta taking your arm and what you did to me.

What you did was an act of defiance.

What I did was an act of mercy.

It was you who wanted all of this from the very beginning, and I humored you. I gave you what you wanted, even while you assured me every second of the way that you didn’t desire to be the Answers World Champion. That you didn’t desire to go through Ares Vendetta to get to Robbie V. You wanted it more than anything in the World, and the only thing that made the difference was your sense of righteousness. You told yourself it’s greedy to want to be World Champion once more. You told yourself it’s selfish to go through the son of the man you want to face. You’ve been jumping around in that rattle little mind of yours to make sense of everything you’ve ever done. To find a way to make it all seem as that you’re some sort of hero. Look at you now, hero. An honorable man has become no more than a vigilante. Unfortunately, that’s just not far enough. What I did to you was show you how merciful I am. I had the power to humiliate you, to beat you, and to kill you. You are no more to me than a mongrel that didn’t know his place. I took your dignity, and I took your arm. You attempted to mirror that, and yet, you still failed. You let opportunity slip between your fingers. You made your explosive return to us only to hurt me. That’s where the difference truly lies between you and I, mongrel. You’re still the same man you’ve always been. Somewhere deep down inside of you, there’s an animal that’s willing to kill, but we won’t see it at King of Elite. It’ll die along with you, and the World will never get the chance to witness your true potential.

You are no more than an imperfect animal with true lack of bloodlust.

You will be killed when it becomes apparent you can’t kill.

No shift in your personality or attitude will stop me from snuffing out those flames in your eyes.

We’re playing a beautiful song, you and I.

Nothing pleases me more than playing the final note with your final breath.

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