EAW Promoz!

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Here you can write promos about shows, Elitist, Vixens, matches, debuts, or just do some character development. Please do not spam, or put pointless things that aren't promos and DO NOT CHALLENGE ANYONE and remember, THIS IS ALL FAKE AND STORYLINE so please do not take anything serious. Thank you.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 11th 2017, 6:14 pm by **Nobi**

I appreciate your advice POP, but I don’t think I can hate Stark, at least for now. I’ve explained it to you and everybody else that Stark really beat me at Diablo. He didn’t use any magic tricks or illusions. He beat me right in the middle of the ring where I can’t get up to break the pin. He really won and I really lost. I know I have to delay my success and I still can’t make Lioncross proud of me all because of Stark. But the thing is, I can accepted it with open arms and I have no hard feeling towards him. If you want a further explaining, then you should know what happened last week. Stark tried to save me from Lucas Johnson last week. He got laid out all because of me. That’s why I can trust Stark very well and I believe he’s ready to knock you and Lucas out for what happened last week. Of course, I don’t hate you either POP. It is Lucas that I really hate at this moment. But you are one of my opponents this week and don’t expect me to show some mercy to you. Nothing personal, it’s just bussiness where I want to prove I’m a better competitor then you really are...again.

Now in return, I want to give you a little advice as well. If you really want to prove that you have what it takes to beat Stark, why don’t you try to wrestle him one on one when you get that opportunity? This is your perfect chance for both you and Stark to add some references for Territorial Invasion. The reason why you’re come back is because you want to bring something new to the audiences right? I have a faith in you that you can do it, but it is the best time for you to show it if you can really get the job done or not.

If I’m seeing you in Hell, then Stark and I are gonna burn you and Lucas there until you both become a bit of dust.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 11th 2017, 6:12 pm by **Ryan Marx**

Showdown Promo 1 – A Crown Doesn't Make a King, a Title Doesn't Make a Champion

The day is overcast, the sky beating down at the ground with full-force rain, but Ryan is dressed as if it is a hot summer's day. The grand tree he and Soledad have found solitude under isn't the greatest of protection from the weather, though neither appears to mind as they look out across the stretch of drowning green towards the small community that lives in the picturesque 'middle of nowhere'.

“I am fully prepared for a loss,” Ryan says out of the blue, his gaze unmoving from the open countryside that sits before him.

Soledad, on the other hand, turns her head to look at him. “What?”

“Isn't it as clear as day? Not only is Jon McAdams and his embarrassment of a new family likely to be at the show, but I'd wager that the Triumvirate will attempt to make their presence known. They have to defend their prized pony after all.”

“So you're preparing to fail?”

Now Ryan looked at her. He stares hard, and though his gaze is harsh, Soledad refuses to look away. Eventually, his expression softens.

“No. I am preparing to fight off all of them. It's sad, isn't it? That this is what Showdown has become. The true future is being drowned out, champions are being sacrificed. Maero interfered before, someone is likely to do the same this time around. Honestly, I'd be amazed if it didn't happen. Thus, I am ready to fight off all manner of intruders this week.”

“I don't think you'll ever be able to change that brand. Look at what it's become. You're better than having to deal with that.”

“And I won't deal with it, Sol. I am past trying to fix that which refuses to be repaired. Though what Showdown cannot understand is that the future transcends 'brands'. It goes beyond titles and legacies. In a way, I should be thankful for the curse of the Openweight belt, for it has allowed me to move between brands in terms of opposition. For I am the future, and the future moves forward. If you do not change, you will be forgotten.”

Ryan pauses for a moment, listening to the rain as it continues to pour. A rivulet of water runs down his brow, and he wipes it away without a single care.

“And that is what awaits Showdown – oblivion.”

We fade away into a new scene, where we find Ryan Marx sitting at his desk, facing the camera as usual. Before him rests the scarred EAW Openweight Championship, a belt he glances at with both contempt and interest before speaking.

Allow me to make something very clear: I am sick of fighting the gang of thugs known as the Sanatorium. I believe I joked that another Sanatorium member from Voltage would be heading my way after I had disposed of Solomon Caine and Maero – but I didn't think that would actually happen. I suppose there really are no other competitors who aren't in the Sanatorium who are willing to face me. Probably because the Sanatorium are the outcasts with no claim to anything else, so they must play tug of war with each other over my belt. Pitiful. Jon McAdams, I saw what you did last week – colour me disappointed. I thought you had more in you than just the potential to be the lackey for the most irrelevant, fallen-from-grace group in EAW, but I suppose you grew desperate for someone to rely on. We will see what you have to say at Showdown. I don't expect it to be enlightening.

Though unfortunately, I am not disposing of another try-hard cult member this week. No, this week I face the EAW World Champion, Tiberius Jones. Or whatever title he wishes to give himself these days, I've honestly lost the ability to care. Maybe he should call himself 'the Yellow King', since he is the yellow-bellied champion hiding behind his more accomplished friends.

Ryan smirks at his own comment.

However, before I go any further into that, I have something to say. Something positive. Tiberius, I believe a 'thank you' is in order. See, whilst I believe that during your time with the King's Guard you were laughable, recent events have made me rethink my stance on you. First of all, I must thank you for putting a bullet in the King's Guard's head. You could have chosen to revive it without Theron Nikolas, but you thankfully put that failed project to rest. And secondly, I must thank you for putting a bullet in Theron's head...or at least, putting a bullet in his knee to halt him momentarily. Seeing utter destruction like that in the main event of Dia Del Diablo was brilliant, to say the least. I admire a man who can see how awful the future that Theron represented was, and then chose to end it swiftly. And though many will take issue with how you dealt with him, I believe it was intelligent. Cowardly, but a smart move nonetheless.

See, I believe that is the best way to describe you: cowardly, yet smart. I believe there is nothing wrong with being intelligent, but being a coward – that is an issue. Nothing new is gained from being too afraid to stand before the incoming storm on your own. And Tiberius, you have continued a cycle of complacency. You have gone from one stable to another, all because you want to protect yourself. You are scared of change, because you know you cannot adapt. Pizza Boy was change, and you failed against him. Theron Nikolas was change – negative change at that – and you only managed to securely beat him with the help of others. And me? I am the future you fear, because it is so different from what you represent.

You represent dependency. Dependency on others to do your dirty work. Remember when Theron announced he was challenging for your title? You cried like a little child who had just found out he had a twin who died in the womb. And to make up for this loss, you hide behind others. People who are either stronger or more accomplished than you to back you up, or people who are weaker and thus make you look better. Like I said, it's smart, but cowardly. I believe those who hide behind a stable need to reassess themselves, for they are either crippling themselves by clinging onto a group, or they are unable to do anything themselves, and thus must remain dependent on others.

A pause.

But it's not just stables you use for protection. I remember you used comedy, and I can see you still stick by it in the form of your Triumvirate, because it is quite humorous. First of all, the name itself is a joke, considering a 'triumvirate' is a group of three men in power – there are four of you, aren't there? Then we have the fact that you continue to hide behind stables, which as I have explained, is humorous in how transparent the concept is to the likes of me. To be quite honest, your entire aura is comedic, Tiberius. Though not just in the obvious way. I'd argue it's a Shakespearean kind of comedy, one mingled with tragedy. Funny because of your desired methods, but also tragic because of the fact that without back-up, you would likely flounder. Well, that is what I assume from how much you rely on others.

However, do you know what is funnier than your attempts at protecting yourself? The fact that we as two champions facing each other are not in the main event this week. No, we've been demoted because an injured brat and the man who was in the opening tag match at Dia Del Diablo want to fight for a shot at your title. Pathetic. Not even management cares about us as champions – they have so little faith in you to be the face of this brand, and so little care for my Openweight belt, that they don't even want to put us in the main event. But you see, my worth does not hinge on this belt. Though you will have a harder time convincing anyone that you are worthy as the big star around here. If even with the EAW World Championship you cannot headline a weekly Showdown over the man you decimated at the PPV and some washed-up Hall of Famer, then what faith must people have in you? What value must you have in people's eyes?

And you can blame it on anything you wish: the fans, the King's Guard, Showdown management, me...but let's face it. The reason you aren't seen as worthy is because of yourself. You have crippled yourself with your over-reliance on stables and human shields. Maybe you will prove me right this Sunday by having your friends interfere in our match. I know you aren't above those kinds of tactics. In fact, you need all the help you can get. I bet you're still sore from the Pizza Boy besting you all those months ago, back when even your miserable King's Guard couldn't help you, and so you are trying to overcompensate with the Triumvirate, legends in their own right. Only, your alliance seems about as fragile as fine china, and I am sure that you are only with them to try and bolster your worth in the eyes of the EAW Universe. Winning King of Elite didn't make you a king to them, becoming EAW World Champion didn't make you a champion to them...thus you have resorted to surrounding yourself with legends and stars, in the hopes you will be recognised as one of them.

But all I see is a fraud.

Ryan glances down at his Openweight title, a slight snarl marring his face as he does.

See, I know that my title means very little in the grand scheme of things. Instead of seeing Theron Nikolas and Diamond Cage shoving each other for a shot at your title, the fans could have witnessed me challenging you for the belt, if it weren't for my curse. These infinite loops I must jump through in order to eventually face you. I know that right now, my belt is apparently nothing more than a shiny object only the Sanatorium is attracted to, but I won't let that ruin me. I grow from that fact. This dismissal of me – a man who should be revered as the champion he is – makes me a more powerful person. It makes me bite with more ferocity. You though, Tiberius, are running out of opportunities to do that. In fact, I see you scurrying around, finding any way you can to prove you are worth people's time.

Though let me burst your bubble. The Triumvirate won't save your plummeting value. If anything, they'll overshadow you. And you will just recede into the darkness, allowing them to take over as you depend on their strength. Maybe, somewhere inside of you, there is a king. There is a champion. Though wherever they are, they are fading away, all thanks to your inability to unleash their full potential. Perhaps you're scared of what you could do. But I don't want you to fear your abilities. No, I want you to give me a fight.

Ryan slumps back in his seat, letting out a low laugh as he does.

But I'm sure anyone with a brain could guess that that probably won't happen. Well, you may fight me, but it most likely won't be fair. I'm fully expecting this match to end with interference, or a disqualification, or whatever else your Triumvirate or the toothless Sanatorium can think of. Though you should know that whatever happens, I will throw my all into it, for that is what I do. Unlike you, I can exert my power to its fullest extent. And I plan on doing exactly that at Showdown.

Who knows? Perhaps me doing that could even help you. Though I'll hold my breath.

Cut to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 11th 2017, 4:10 pm by **Cody Marshall**

Feeling the burn, TLA? Uh oh. Better go to the doc and get that one checked out. There's a lot of things it could be, and ain't none of 'em good.

Bah gawd, this could threaten the very existence of the entire Poon Palace!

Use protection, kids.

...

Oh, you mean "Feel The Bern"? I get it. Campaign slogan of that pansy-ass socialist Bernie Sanders? The man who couldn't win the nomination for his own party, let alone the general election? What a perfect loser for TLA to jack his shitty puns from. God knows that's not the only thing he's stolen this week! You never know with these Mexicans. Of course, that rat bastard Sanders wants to give all the border-hoppers amnesty! Bad idea. Think about it: hard-working Americans put out of their jobs by foreign Mexicans! It's happening already, and it'll get even worse if we ever elect a crackpot like Bernie Sanders! No wonder TLA's a fan of his.

Y'know, TLA's a lot like Bernie Sanders. Think about it. He'll smile and wave and say all the right things to whip up his base into a frenzy. But no matter how much momentum he picks up, he can't seem to win when it counts. Bernie couldn't get the job done in the election, and TLA damn sure ain't gonna get it done in the ring against me.

You hear that, TLA? Need me to repeat it again 'cause English ain't your first language? Alright. Listen up, "Chico". “Amigo”. “Hombre”.

You got your eyes set on that World Heavyweight Championship. Great! So does every other Elitist in the Voltage locker room. Sure, you're near the top of the totem pole now. I'll give you that. Your talent's taken you this far.

But after Sunday Night Voltage you'll be fixing to take your talents back down to Mexico City.

Just look at what happened last week! I heard those haters. They thought I'd be easy work for Lars Grier! But we all know how that one turned out. Surprise, surprise: stupid people make stupid predictions. Who woulda thunk it?

I hate to say I told you so...

Just kidding, I love saying I told you so!

Lars Grier walked into Sunday Night Voltage confident as can be. He thought he could get one over on The Patriot. Oh boy, was he wrong! You punks in the locker room thought I was a big ol' joke, but I had the last laugh! Get used to it, fuckers. You better get used to hearing these words: "Here's your winner, Cody Marshall!". Because from this day forward that's all you're gonna hear. I'm fixin' to shine brighter than my bald head and there ain't nothing any of y'all can do to stop it! You people better understand that the past is in the past. I'm not trying to be GM of Voltage, I'm not trying to win any popularity contests, I'm here for one reason and one reason only. To get my hands on some gold. And once I do, you'll have to pry that Championship from my cold, dead hands.

My journey starts here. I've got one of the biggest matches of my career coming up this Sunday. And I'm all charged up and ready to face off with one of the best this roster has to offer. Yeah, I can't stand the fucking guy, but I have to admit he can fight a good fight. But not as good as Cody Marshall. Don’t any of y’all ever forget that. I’m damn sure nobody tuned into Voltage will ever forget what I do to TLA. I'm ready to face that dirty Sanchez looking thing and I'm ready to kick his ass in the middle of the ring like I did to Lars last week! This Sunday night, TLA ain't gonna be cruising home in that lowrider of his. He's gonna be licking his wounds in a Goddamn ambulance!

Thank you and...

And...

And...

One. More. Thing.

This goes out to TLA and any other spineless shit-talking motherfucker who can't back it up. You wanna shit on me because I lost the New Breed Championship to Lucas Johnson? You wanna ignore the fact that Damien Murrow rigged that match against me? I outlasted four other men, and it took brass knuckles and a fucking ladder to keep me down! You wanna mock me for that? I endured far more in that match than any human should. But I kept going. I kept pushing on until I passed the fuck out. And that's what you're gonna have to do to beat me. You wanna pin me, I sure as hell won't let it happen. You'll have to knock me out cold to steal a win, and that ain't happening!

This Sunday we go one-on-one, TLA. You won't have five other dudes to soften me up. You're gonna have to take your 5-foot-whatever, hundred-something pound frame, and you're gonna have to stand toe-to-toe with the baddest motherfucker on the planet. We'll see if you're man enough. So bring that Latino Heat, try to make me feel that Bern.

Just know that come Sunday night, you're about to get Trumped.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 11th 2017, 11:42 am by **PrinceofPhenomenal**

After all the time I've spent in this company, I've learned that you must always ten steps ahead of your opponent. Just when you think you have this profession all figured out someone turns around and throws down a wildcard. When an extremist has a championship around his or her waist they must also realize that the target on their back gets bigger by the day. There's not enough time in the world for me to sit here and tell you how to be a good champion Stark. I just did my best at trying to school you and prepare you for your last title defense at National Extreme Champion. Instead of you welcoming me with open arms, you question whether or not I am a Hall of Famer? What are you exactly? I am glad that no one gives a shit about me because the feeling is mutual. Whether one person or a million people have my personal well-being on their minds is completely irrelevant. For the simple fact that, none of those people will help me when I get into the ring. Unlike you and your tag team partner, I don't need others watching over me and guiding me to victories. I tend to like to be my own man and do things the honorable way. If I had a nickle for every time someone has called me a has-been the past few months, I'd have enough to buy you some more insults. The reality of this situation is that this ''has-been'' that nobody cares about had you laid out in the middle of the ring last week. How can you sit here and call yourself a credible champion, after having a nobody like Prince of Phenomenal get the best of you? Most of my peers wish they could measure up to what I have been able to accomplish. Wait, no. YOU would love to measure up to what I've been able to accomplish. I could never wrestle another match and I'd still have a more significant career than yourself. Unfortunately, we aren't here to talk about my career or yours. Life isn't about who deserves this and who deserves that. There's plenty of people who don't ''deserve'' the things they go through but that's called life. I had you laid out on that canvas again and trust me when I say that it damn sure won't be hard to do again. Level up.

The worst thing you could ever do in a business like this is ''trust'' someone. Nobi, you are a kind soul that needs to be put out of its misery. You should honestly hate Stark more than me right now. Just the fact that you have to sit there and stare at that man and call him your partner should be eating you alive. That's the man who prevented the National Extreme Championship from being around your waist! Think about how time after time where you found yourself laying lifeless in that ring and he repeatedly went in for the kill. I mean I would do the same thing but I wouldn't dare expect you to be so graceful afterwards. You think that you're ready to compete with a world champion? We both know that you aren't ready for that type of leap yet so let's not get ahead of ourselves. This match should honestly feel like a handicap to you, myself and Lucas. Stark is the bad guy here and he should be treated as such. He holds a championship that I am confident all three of us wants. With that being said, there is no credible reason you should trust your partner. He's a spineless snake who will slither away when you need him the most. Psychologically, he's a shit-show right now because he knows that I am coming for him. Where does that leave you? It laves you in a place that no one who wants to succeed should ever be in. Nobi, it's going to hurt me to have to beat you down. However, with every battle there is the possibility of casualties and ''innocent'' people getting hurt. The fact of the matter is that you're standing in my way of getting my hands on Stark so I am forced to do what is necessary.

See you in hell.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 11th 2017, 12:06 am by **Carlos Rosso**

The Glorious Return

Carlos Rosso vs Lars Grier

“The Lars that belongs behind Bars vs the Ni**a who pulls the Trigga”

Chapter 1

[Carlos Rosso, in the tan suit that President Barack Obama once made famous, is standing backstage waiting to be interviewed, Mao, his manager by his side. He is shown looking to be in deep thought as Erica Ford begins the interview.]

Erica: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by with this EAW.com Exclusive interview with former Interwire and Unified Tag Team Champion Carlos Rosso. Carlos, you return full-time to competitive in-ring action this Sunday on Voltage when you face Lars Grier.

Carlos: That’s great, Elena.

Erica: Erica….

Carlos: Whatever. But that match you’re talking about is not what I want to talk about. The very first thing that I want to talk about right now is that cowardly Madison Kaline! She says that she was hit by me and that caused her black eye? Do you know how all these lame “Women’s advocacy” groups like the Women’s Freedom Center have been doing? They have called on me to apologize. They want EAW to fire me but they can’t because “IRON CLAD CONTRACT, BITCH!”. If anyone watched that as it happened, that bitch clearly had what she had coming to her. I mean, look at all the stuff that she’s done in the Sanatorium, look what she tried to do to YOU at last year’s Vixens Cup? She tried to KILL you. Literally. And then, to try to get sympity from these people, she runs into my fist on worldwide television and wants people to blame me? I’ll tell you what, you ever heard of that hashtag #MGTOW?

Erica: Uhhh….no?

Carlos: Well, it stands for Men Go Their Own Way. As far as I’m concerned, that hashtag is for losers and guys who got burned by some floozie so I’m inventing a NEW hashtag, the greatest hashtag since #LOLHarunaLoses…. #CGHOW. CARLOS GOES HIS OWN WAY! So, for all you people who are sitting at home crying about how I abused “poor, defenseless” Madison Kaline and want me to apologize or pay restitution and all this other snowflake bullshit…FUCK. YOU. Let me say it slowly so all of you can understand….

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU.

You step into my ring, you talk shit, you get bit. It’s that simple. And then she talks about me being afraid of Keelan Ostrich? Why would I be afraid of him? The only reason I would have to be afraid of his unthreatening ass is if I were a bloomin’ onion, or a boomerang. I’m neither of those things, obviously. So, she can send her little man out there to get his ass beat again and that’s fine with me. That can wait till Traditional Invasion though in the Territorial…Traditional Invasion Iron Man match! I’ve got more important things to do than worry about that loser.

Erica: Now can we get your thoughts about your match against Lars?

Carlos: Wait, you’re not going to ask me about the greatest Territorial Team ever assembled? Team Carlos Rosso? Team Red Storm? Team Beat Up Keelan? Look at what I got going on with my squad! I have the New Breed Champion, the Big Pickle himself Moongoose McQueen. I got another former New Breed Champion, Cody Marshall. He’s upholding my Constitutional rights to beat the shit out of Keelan Ostrich, and we are going to Make Voltage Great Again by beating those losers up. And of course, you’ve got the big man, the little brother of Eclipse Diemos…are they related? They look nothing alike……

Mao: Carlos, focus?

Carlos: Right. Apocalypse Diemos. Just look at him. He’s probably the size of Madison and Keelan combined. He’s big, he’s tough, and with him on our side we’re damn near unstoppable. Of course, there is the “special opportunity” or whatever it was our General Manager was babbling about, but that’s fine, that’s fine. I’ll talk about this more at our war room meeting on Sunday. Regardless of what carrots are jangled in front of us to try to disrupt team unity, Team Carlos will prevail.

Erica: We still should see Keelan’s team, but now, you face Lars Grier. A grizzled competitor looking to make a statement and make his mark at your expense. What do you think of that?

Carlos: First…who names their kids after characters from Tekken? Lars? Who on earth names a child LARS? Weird name aside, I know a little bit about him. I know he’s eager to make a name for himself. I know he likes nature with all the animal references whenever he speaks. I also know that he must have the greatest bottle of Rogaine ever produced because he went from having zero hair to a headful in short order. I need to get some of that, whatever he’s using, and get some dreads going. Have the Regulator look going…

OLD SCHOOL EAW REFERENCE KIDS!

Lars though, I get where he’s coming from. He’s had a rough go of things. I had to wait a long, LONG, LONG time to get the World Championship opportunity I had spent years toiling for. And I lost. I’ve lost the most Cash in the Vault matches in history. I’ve unsuccessfully competed in at least two King of Elite tournaments that I can remember. I’ve been, to some people’s understanding a bit of an overachiever….

Mao: Underachiever……

Carlos: OVERACHIEVER! Anyway, Lars, I understand all about losing. I get wanting to beat yourself up, but the great thing about this great sport that we both participate in is that if you’re competing, you’re only as good as your last match. My last match….eh, I don’t talk about that. Nasir can talk shit about it forever but I was not prepared. Not like I am now. For months I have plotted, schemed, rehabbed in both senses of the word. I have gotten bigger, stronger, faster. I think about that last match I had, the last title match I had at pain for pride when I let down the legacy of my old home, the CWF. Does it hurt that I have not held an EAW World Championship, yeah. But my legacy is secured regardless. Regardless of if I’m invited into the “fake news hype generator” that is the EAW Hall of Fame, the fans know, I know, and most importantly, the peers that I’ve faced, win lose or draw, know that I deserve respect and adoration. Just one thing though that gets me a little bit antsy. People act like I’m some old, worn down piece of meat like that wrestling movie with Mickey Rourke or something. IM NOT EVEN THIRTY-FIVE YET, MOTHERFUCKERS! DAMN. I still have time to put in the work I want to put in to fulfill my legacy. Not for your fake ass hall of fame, but my own personal enjoyment. Just think about it, people like Y2Impact, Dedede, StarrStan…all great champions, all adored and respected by the EAW community, sitting at home and me…that one kid that nobody liked, Carlos Rosso, representing Voltage as it’s World Champion.

I am all ready to go here. I feel healthier than I ever have. There is no reason for me to be cocky. Did you SEE how my last match went? I’m going to have to pull some significant stuff out of the wrestling bag to make up for that shitshow. I know I can beat this Lars that Allegedly Drives Cars. I’ve beaten some of the best names that EAW has to offer. Aren Mstislav? Check. Jaywalker? Check. Jacob Senn? Check. For reasons unexplained, I never had much luck against some guy named Lucian. Maybe it was the cowardly chest protector he always wore.

Erica: Lars recently brought up your… (clears throat) failed ventures as a General Manager and how…

Carlos: HE DID WHAT!? HELL NO! HELL FUCKING NO! I WAS ONE OF THE GREATEST GENERAL MANAGERS SHOWDOWN EVER HAD! I WAS MAKING WRESTLING EFFICIENT BEFORE SHERIDAN MULLER EVER SHOWED UP! CHAIRS WERE FOR, AND STILL ARE, SITTING! I DID EVERYTHING THAT I COULD TO MAKE QUALITY, PURE, GLORIOUS WRESTLING FOR SHOWDOWN AND PEOPLE HATED IT! THAT PISSES ME OFF! AND AS FAR AS VOLTAGE IS CONCERNED….I’M THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THE HARDCORE TITLE BACK! I MADE THIS SHIT WATCHABLE!

(Carlos crouches down, holding out his hand as a level marker.)

YOU SEE THIS SHIT, VOLTAGE USED TO BE HERE! IN THE SHIT PILE! TERRIBLE! DOWNRIGHT FUCKING UNWATCHABLE!

(Carlos stands up to his full height, holding his hand up high.)

AND LOOK WHERE IT IS NOW! THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY! THE PLACE WHERE YOU CAN SEE THE BEST YOUNG GUNS THAT EAW HAS TO OFFER! A PLACE THAT FEATURES SOME OF THE MOST TALENTED ATHLETES IN EAW! KENNY DRAKE AND LANCE HART DIDN’T MAKE THAT POSSIBLE! I DID! HRDO WAS THE ONE WHO FUCKED UP! NOT ME!

Mao: Carlos…please calm down.

(Carlos, in fact, does NOT calm down, stripping out of his suit jacket and throwing it to the ground.)

AND I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE THE UTMOST RESPECT FOR JAIME O’HARA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! HE’S A REAL MAN WHO DOESN’T ATTACK PEOPLE WITH COWARDLY, FAKE, FALSE PROPAGANDA LIKE YOU DO! YOU WANNA KNOW HOW STRONG MY BACKBONE IS? I, ALONG WITH MY PARTNER, CARRIED A LISTLESS TAG TEAM DIVISION IN THIS COMPANY YEARS BEFORE THE HIGH ROLLERZ PULLED THE TRICK! I WAS CATCHING LEER JETS WRESTLING ON EVERY FUCKING EAW SHOW IN EXISTENCE WHEN YOU WERE IN PE CLASS THINKING ABOUT WHAT FACEBOOK PICTURE OF YOUR FIFTH GRADE SCIENCE TEACHER YOU WERE GOING TO JERK OFF TO ON YOUR FUCKING DIALUP INTERNET YOU SON A WHORE! You wanna find out how strong my backbone is, believe me, you’re going to see. People have made this mistake before. They think all the talk, all the stylin’ and profilin’ means that I’m some sort of punk who can’t wrestle. I have invented more ways to hurt people in a wrestling ring than Miss Manami and Ares Vendetta combined. You have no idea what you are stepping into a wrestling ring with. You want to play and talk about MY failures when you haven’t been here for a cup of coffee and have not done a motherfucking thing? Nope. Not going to work that way. I’m going to show you why people who think my best days behind me are dead wrong. You are going to find out what World Champions, Keelan Ostrich, Madison Kaline and everyone else with a brain already knows.

I AM. THE TEAM CAPTAIN!
I AM. THE MAN WHO WILL MAKE VOLTAGE THE GREATEST TELEVISION SHOW ON THE PLANET!
I AM…….ICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

(Carlos picks up his jacket and starts to turn away.)

Erica: And that’s all from Carlos Rosso.

(Carlos suddenly clasps a hand over Erica’s lips and takes the mic.)

Carlos: Oh, one more thing. Don’t ever again call me boy. I’m American and shit, but I learned wrestling in Japan. I AM YOUR SEMPAI, BITCH. YOU ARE STILL A YOUNG BOY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DO TO YOUNG BOYS!?

(Carlos immediately facepalms as he realizes what he said…. Mao only looks on shaking her head in disbelief.)

Carlos: NOT IN THAT SENSE, YOU FUCKING PERVERTS! LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT I DO TO YOUNG BOYS IN THE WRESTLING WORLD!

(The camera immediately follows along as Carlos trots off to search the backstage area, microphone in tow as he comes across a younger EAW elitist who has yet to debut, dressed in black trunks and boots, texting someone.)

Carlos: Hey, man. What’s your name?

Young Boy: Tim…..

(Before the young man can say anything else, Carlos has immediately kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold.)

Carlos: THAT’S FOR NOT WATCHING MATCHES GOING ON IN THE RING! YOU SHOULD BE LEARNING, NOT TEXTING!

(Security and backstage personnel come to usher Carlos out but he is walking away already, spiking the microphone on the ground.)

Fucking rookies…….

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 11:02 pm by **Stark**

Oh Franchise Demon, when will you ever learn? This is getting out of hand now homie. But to your credit, you are really THAT astoundingly stupid that to this day, I cannot tell if you’re actually a retard or just a super clever troll who’s been running this act for years now - and considering the odds of the latter being true are pretty unlikely… You may need a few CT scans or MRIs to see what the fuck is happening to that pink pile of mashed potatoes in your head that you call a “brain”. Be real with yourself, you know you’re not coming anywhere near this title and uh, word backstage is that you thought you were too good to be on NEO? Listen big dog, you accomplished literally nothing by interfering in Nobi’s match last week other than securing yourself a spot in a tag team match this week for me to pin you. Again. Yeah you’d be the hottest talent Showdown had to offer because you’re really nothing more than a ball of hot air, gassed up with ego and pride but with the talent of a circumcised foreskin, ready to accomplish nothing than perpetuate 3000 year old Judaic standards of living. Yeah, I bet you’re not going to understand what that means huh. Guess you’ll understand how the rest of us fucking feel trying to figure out what you’re ever saying in your promos. I really wasn’t injured by you, you know that right? God damn mongoloid. Who’s “protecting” me? When I go out there half-assed, I lose, and when I go out there and give it 100% against guys like Nobi or Rex, I win bigly. To be honest I really didn’t need to do shit to beat you, I’m pretty sure I was still tripping balls from the night before when I got in the ring, but eh, the inevitable always happens right? I don’t understand your logic. You love the New Breed title so much that somehow even a mental midget like you held onto it for a pretty impressive 106 days… But you get another chance to win it back - real talk, you ain’t winning shit other than that - and you drop it in this mindless pursuit for MY championship? Didn’t you throw a huge fit over me calling you Franchise Demon last time? But AGAIN you’re gonna bring up beating me as the Franchise Demon? Okay so you got one win on me, you’re still gonna live in 2015 homie? 2017 is your year bro, this is your peak, after this New Breed title reign that you just had you’re probably never gonna win a match again! Bring my mask so I can put it on your head and kick your teeth outta your mouth with it on - your superhero name can be the Franchise Diddler. You ain’t 270 pounds of anger, you’re 270 pounds of cellulite and autism. What’s it going to take to get you off my back? What’s it going to take for you to just fuck off? Do I have to call you a “massive cunt” too? I hear that’s an effective insult backstage. Not gonna work with you though is it, your skull is too thick for any measure of words to really get past cochleas. You want your National Elite title shot FD? Pin me this week. Plain and simple. Otherwise shut the fuck up and get out of my life.

You’re a Hall of Famer POP? Gonna low blow the National Elite Champion while you’re a Hall of Famer. Oh boy these next few weeks are gonna be fun. Don’t flatter yourself POP. There’s no “target on your back”. Nobody gives a shit about you. Hell I didn’t even realize you were back until Dia Del Diablo. You’re a has-been, the truest fucking has-been there’s ever been in this company. The men who once stood in your ranks are now legends and Gods while you’re still here, low-blowing the National Elite Champion in 2017. Whew. When I look back over my shoulder POP, it’s not you that I see. There’s at least eight more people more deserving than you. You know what the most telling sign is that your run is wholly disappointing? You’re a Hall of Famer who ain’t good enough for the World Title scene anymore, so you’re - again - low blowing the National Elite Champion… Territorial Invasion isn’t gonna be a problem at all. Cut the big talk POP. I’m not scared of you. I don’t even respect you. How about you give me a reason to?

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 10:52 pm by **The Mexican Samurai**

DYNASTY II

The druids, chants, hymns and burning torches. It’s so boring, so passe and out of touch with what society needs nowadays. It seems as though you couldn’t quite get what I was saying about this crusade that you are trying to accomplish in the 21st century. Just take a look at all the damage that Christianity and religion have spread throughout the world, it’s why this planet is such a shithole. You’re mission to alleviate the wickedness through the Christ of Light is about effective as it was when the Spanish Inquisition was beheading the Aztecs who tried to maintain their own culture. You’re nothing but a disease that has been plaguing our world for far too long, pushing your belief system onto others and spitting in the face of those who might think just a little bit differently. Sure the Christ that you followed might have been effective during a time when morality consisted of how many goats it cost one family in order to marry off the young teenage woman you just raped, but it’s meaningless in the here and now. Christ’s love is bullshit and all you have to do is take a look at the morals and guidelines you follow while you try to spread his message. A message of conceit, where he is too be praised at all times, even during the waking hours of non-stop tragedy. He sends his angels and knights in his stead because he is too much of a coward to face the population’s crisis head on, and it’s people like you that carry on his worst acts and atrocities merely disguised as good deeds. He can’t even get his act together when it comes to determining which of his laws humankind should follow; with his many devotees spitting out Old Testament while arguing against those who only follow New Testament. It’s why Gays, Straights, Males, Females, and Millennials are quickly moving to The Golden Jackalope. The Book of Jackalope doesn’t have the slavery, misogyny, murders, and wars that plague The Bible. All it simply says is to take my hand and ride the Galaxy with me.

That’s the difference about The Golden Jackalope, you don’t have to seek it out when it comes to asking for forgiveness because there is nothing to forgive. The Golden Jackalope is all about opportunity. I didn’t want anything in my life, but it found me through its wanderlust. It’s not simply a religion that I’m trying to shove down their throat, it’s a movement for this generation, and it’s very accepting of all kinds of life.

The Golden Jackalope just drew up very important Hymn, and I just received the musical score. Please give a hand for my fellow Jackalopers, formerly of Destiny’s Child, T-Boz… or was it Kelly Row-something, or whatever, they used to be big in the 90’s.

Chorus: FUUUUCKKK YOUUUUUU NICOOOOO BOOOOORGG!!!

Oh! I love the sound of this!

Chorus: FUUUUUUCKK THHHEEE STUUUPPIDDD WAAAAAYYYY YOUUUUU TAAAALKKKK!!!

Michelle! I’m going to need you be higher on that pitch! I wanna hear that Mariah Carey whistle note. Okay, ...ahem… First of all, The Golden Jackalope says, “FUCK YOU!”

Chorus: FUUUUUUUUCKKK YOUUUUUUU!!!!

If you want to have sex and get into physical debauchery, then do it. If you want to eat a whole tub of ice cream rather than eat grilled chicken breast and spinach, then more power to you. If you want to stick a firework up your ass and light it, then...um..sure, but I’m pretty sure that it’s going to hurt.

Chorus: YOUUUUU DOOOO YOUUUUU BOOOOO!!!

The Golden Jackalope accepts one and all to his mighty carrot patch, as we all place a hand in the air to stroke his golden fur. Also, make sure to buy his brand new t-shirt which is now on sale for the low price of $19.99 from XS all the way to XXXXL.

Chorus: BUUUUYYY THEEEE SHHHHIRRRTTT!!!

Nico Borg claims that I’m just a carbon copy of other fanaticism that run wild on Dynasty but little does he know that this isn’t a mission to take over Elite Answers Wrestling. The fanbase just continues to build because it’s so damn fun to be one with The Golden Jackalope. Remember a time when people had fun going to church? I don’t. It’s so goddamn boring. Remember the time when a religion actually cared about you and didn’t think of you as nothing more than a number to its ever-growing army? I do! It’s that time you decided to ride with me on an extraterrestrial trip through our solar system.

Chorus: FUUUUUCKKKK JEEESSSSUUUSSSS, FUUUUCKKKKK GOOOODDDDD!!!

Fuck Jesus Christ! Fuck God! Fuck Blasphemy! Fuck monks! Fuck his light! Fuck his Angels! Fuck his Bible! Fuck Sin! Fuck churches! Fuck prayer! Fuck zealots!

Chorus: FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK NIIIIICCOOOOOO BOOOORRRRGGGGG!!!

And mostly, fuck Nico Borg! Here is a man who is stating that he will end The Pizza Boy’s run just because he has the Cash In The Vault. A man who wants to criticize someone else who has had 10x more success than him. Who are you to make bold claims when you don’t even have the gald to cash it in right now? Instead you have to fight me, while people like The Pizza Boy main event and are the focal point of the brand. You can beat me, and I wouldn’t even be mad, but you will still be stuck in the exact same place, and that is at the bottom while The Pizza Boy looks down from his throne. This match isn’t about you, it’s simply an advertisement towards StarrStann and Sebastian Monroe for myself.

Chorus: PLEAAAAASSSEEEE PIIIICCKKKKK SAMMMUURRRAAIIII FOOOORRRR YOOOOUUURRR TEEEAAAMMMMM!!!!

I know you want to follow The Golden Jackalope too, Monroe and StarrStann! I just want to let you know that I’m available and this time I won’t run away like a coward. I’m going to stick with Dynasty for the long run! It’s understandable if you don’t have any faith in me, but listen to The Golden Jackalope, it’ll tell you guys that I’m speaking is the truth. There is no more old Mexican Samurai, I want to show my reliability! I want to show that I can carry my share bring your team to victory. Also, did you know that I’ll throw in a free Book of Jackalope and T-shirt? Just tell me what size you want.

Chorus: FREEEE TSHIIIIIRRRTTT ANNNNDDDD BOOOOOK OOOOFFFF JAAAACCCCKKKAALLLLOOOOPPPEEEEE!!

I can totally see why Nico Borg uses these hymns and chorus singers. This rocks!

Chorus: THIIISSS ROCKKKSSS!!!

Okay, you guys can stop now!

Chorus: WWEEEEEEE CAAAANNNN STOOOOOPPP NOOWWWWWWW!

I said, “STOP!”

Chorus: STOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!

Oh god damnit! I’ll see you this Friday, Nico!

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 10:16 pm by **Lethal Consequences**

Well. Shit.

Didn't want it anyway.

It is I who is now wading the waters of stagnant EAW after a program! Jokes on me! Now I have to talk about literally nothing. Talk about how I'm devastated about a loss of a title match.

Talk about how I really didn't think Scott was going to win. Legit caught me by surprise.

I should've won. I deserved to win. I didn't win. Now the unification of the Lethal Consequenchampionship will be delayed. That is really the whole shame in this all. An entire empire will have to be halted for, what, MONTHS, NOW?!

STARR?!?!?

This is the fault of a shitty bureaucracy and horrible management. Scott should've never been in this match. And I'm really, really, really, mad. Outraged. Argh. How I've been forsaken.

Now I'm down on the card. Look at me. How do I feed my family? Hmm?

STARR?!

I'm a man with no motivation now. It must be written in the cards now. I am a slave to the happening on Dynasty. Look at me run. Look at me dance. Walla-walla bing-bang.

St. Anger is a shitty person and a shitty wrestler.

Not like me. I'm a pure wrestler. A great wrestler. The best. I don't need hardcore. I'm great. Huzoo, huzzah. I am Lethal Consequences, lord of the universe, master of the earth, King of the Mountain. I am the best in the world. I am all, I am omega. I am facing St. Anger and he's gonna feel the POUNCE.

I have many frustrations and many plots pulling my emotional strings and that shall be seen on FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! 100 YEARS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! AND 100 MORE!

:dave:

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 10:14 pm by **Lars Grier**

VOLTAGE PROMO #2

(The camera fades into a small building, looking no longer than the size of a fast food restaurant, filled with reporters and attendants holding photography equipment and microphones. Behind the stage and the podium, a Voltage banner is held, along with other banners featuring the Voltage roster scattered across the room. Whispering and murmuring can be heard from the crowd, until what is presumed to be the host of this conference steps onto the stage, standing behind the podium which holds several microphones on its own. The host then begins to speak.)

Host: Hello, and thank you all for coming to this special Voltage-exclusive conference. Tonight, EAW has given the chance for the media to be able to speak with Voltage roster members on the road to Territorial Invasion, including some men who previously have never had the chance to be able to speak with you all. Please welcome to the stage, Lars Grier.

(Slight clapping as heard until a raven sound effect is heard from the speakers, to which then “Nice to Meet Me” by Zack Hemsey plays as Lars Grier steps out from the curtain, brandishing a new shirt design with a Raven with Grier’s face paint, sunglasses, as well as some blue khaki jeans. He walks towards the podium, as the flashes from the cameras begin to manifest sporadically, He appears to be unfazed by them, as he sports a serious expression on his face, as well as a tied-up bun for his hair. Lars then coughs and clears his throat, before speaking.)

Lars: ...Thank you. This is a first-time experience for me, but it’s fine; not too jarring. Now, let’s get started, shall we?

(Lars scans the room before eyeing and acknowledging a thin man wearing glasses, to which he then stands up.)

Reporter: What are your thoughts on your recent track record on Voltage so far? Are you proud of it or do you wish to work harder to be more successful?

(Grier chuckles slightly at the question, before eventually responding.)

Lars: I’m sure anyone would like to work hard to be the best version of themselves, to be as successful as they can achieve. But to tell you the truth….I’m not proud. I’m not proud of it in any way whatsoever. It’s not something to laugh at, or one to drink champagne to. Personally, I don’t even think it’s a record that I could take a look at without reeling back at the sight of it. I’m not even sure how I lost to men like Keelan Cetinich and Cody Marshall, men who I saw as nothing more than stepping stones but when it came down to it, they were much more than simply obstacles in my way. My only wins have come from Anthony Leonhart who is no one to be proud of defeating, and Carson Ramsay, a veteran who still tries to feel like he can still go against the future. I’m not sure if any of you have noticed, but I’ve started to become more aggravated; filled with rage in my heart, and these losses only serve to make my current state worse. It’s fucking pathetic, to be quite frank. For me. For someone who claimed that the Raven was the cycle of evolution in human form, where every time it would be knocked down, it would rise back up, stronger than ever. That’s the idea the Raven was built upon, that it would learn something new each and every time it was in a battle, and yet it seems that it hasn’t been doing what it was designed for. It’s almost like that my whole speech and propaganda about being “changed”, and how I’m not the Manifestation of Destruction anymore didn’t mean a single thing. But even if my record is complete and utter shit, it won’t lower my self-esteem. It won’t lower my determination and drive, and grind, to finally achieve my goal of becoming a champion.

(The first reported sits down, which then prompts another to stand up almost immediately, as he asks another question.)

Reporter: Your opponent this week on Voltage will be the returning Carlos Rosso, a man who had been terrorizing Keelan Cetinich for the past few weeks now. How do you feel about him, your match with him, and what are your thoughts on his contract stating that he cannot be fined, suspended, or be fired from EAW?

Lars: I don’t underestimate Carlos. Not one bit. The last two times I underestimated someone, I got a Killer-KO and a Rapture because for my troubles. I know that many of you who have seen me since the beginning know that I am not the type of man to credit another, but it cannot be helped in this situation. Carlos, unlike me is a former champion not only in EAW, but in CWF, where he was also a World Champion, which already gives him something he can say that he has over me. But….that was a long time ago. A LONG time ago, nine years to be exact since Carlos first set on his journey, his dream to get that elusive world title. And since I’m an honest man, I’ll say this: I believe that Carlos’ age has caught up to him. I think that if he truly believes he is the greatest wrestler in the world alive, the strongest, the fastest, the man with the heart of a lion, then he should have been a world champion a long time ago. He should have had people talking about him; he should have had people chanting and whispering his name if he truly was something so fucking great. Not only that, but Carlos? He’s a man without integrity. He’s a man who doesn’t have any insides within him or any sort of balls, because if you have to assert your dominance by attacking a woman without hesitation, then all respect is lost. I’m not a “social justice warrior” who fights for the rights of women, but if you truly did have a pair, then you’d stop running from Keelan, stop being a little bitch and actually learn how to fight.

(Lars pauses for a moment, the room quite stunned after that tirade from Grier, but he resumes.)

Reporter: But didn’t just a few months ago, at Pain for Pride and on your Voltage debut, not only did you attempt to spear Keelan Cetinich’s girlfriend, Madison Kaline, but you did at Pain for Pride? How is it unforgivable or barbaric when Carlos Rosso does it?

(The room murmurs before Lars puts his hand up, signalling them to be silent, as he shows off a slight grin.)

Lars: The difference between Carlos attacking Madison and me performing the Ravenbeak was at that moment, Madison was deserving of it. At Pain for Pride, she ran in on the match that she wasn’t even placed in, and became involved with it despicably. I only saw fit to serve justice that time, and on Voltage? Madison cheated yet again, and distracted me from finishing Keelan off. Every time I have assaulted Kaline was because it was justifiable; there was a reason for it. I’m not a psychopath who attacks people because he feels like it; there is ALWAYS a reason. When Carlos attacked her….there was no rhyme, or reason. Just an act of cowardice from an attention-seeking child. As for Carlos’ iron-clad contract? He also might have the conviction within himself that the contract you signed was perfect; that it means that he can run around, doing whatever the fuck he pleases, and while that may be true, it doesn’t mean a thing. All that Rosso had essentially done is sign a death wish. That’s all he’s done. Whichever enemies he makes, whichever people he alienates….they’ll come for him. When they do, they’ll find every way to attack him, to hurt him personally, and by that point he’ll WANT to leave. Every part of him will want to leave, to escape from the company, but he can’t. What was once glittering gold has now turned to shackles for him, shackles that he can’t escape from even if his life depended on it.

(Lars nods his head, as the second reporter then sits down, then a third comes up.)

Reporter: For the past few weeks now, you are in what appears to be a rivalry with the Sanpaku Eye, Apocalypse Diemos. Do you have any words for him, or questions?

Lars: Any words? Oh, I have PLENTY of things I want to say to that fuck.. It would take all day if I stood here and said everything I want to say to that bastard. But since you all have limited time, I’ll cut it down: I meant it when I said I was your punishment, Apocalypse. I proved it when we’ve met that I am someone who can counteract your brute strength and demolition, because I’m a scrapper, with a survival instinct that you have NEVER encountered before. If last week was anything to show….it’s that you can be taken down. It’s that you can be knocked down, and beaten to a bloody fucking pulp, because you’re just like us, Apocalypse. Human. That’s what you are, a human who bleeds, and by fire and the flames I will make you BLEED. You will be hurt; you will be suffering, because you started this war. When we finally have our match, you will come in as one man - and come out another, because that is the effect I will have on you, Apocalypse.

Lars: Don’t be scared, Diemos. Be ready. That will be all for tonight.

(Grier then steps back from the podium, as the cameras begin to flash even more. He walks down, acknowledges no one as he walks back through the curtain, as the scene then fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 9:37 pm by **showster26**

Voltage Promo#4

Friday, 3:02 A.M., Bern, Switzerland.

(The scene opens with a shot of the city from a far. The city is quiet and at rest, with not a sound besides the rain that falls on the ground. Off in the distance, the Bern Minster stands tall, almost presiding over the peace this city holds at this very moment.

The scene transitions closer to the cathedral. Panning down from its high steeple, down to its depiction of the last judgement. The camera slowly makes its way down the mural and its statues, highlighting the the divide between the holy, and the damned. And in the middle, the archangel Michael holding his golden sword, casting down the legions found to be unholy into the fiery pit. The camera continues to pan down to the ground level, where a man stands with his back towards the camera.)

???: “How easy it is for those who lack wisdom to decipher truth. How they can be so close to what would save them, only to completely miss the mark and stumble over their own feet into a grave.”

(The man turns towards the camera. His twisted scowl is unmistakable, this is the being Known as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: “What has brought us here? What has lead us to this house of deception? It is because this symbol so encapsulates everything about you Christopher. How you Proclaim yourself the greatness of a god. How you believe yourself to be the one holding a mighty sword to cut down your foes. How you exult yourself to the highest of kingdoms. You Proclaim all this with the same rotten tongue that has pour out ridicule, and slander upon our name. With ever boast, with every insult, with every word the escapes your wretched mouth, you vail yourself in the veneer of glory. But we see past that thin layer of paint you cover yourself in, we see you for what you truly are. We see how like this mural, you are but a lie! You are a deceiver who preys upon any who would listen to your rhetoric. Which is most amusing, for you have deceived no one but yourself. You are the only one who believes in that which you speak. You are the only one who claims that you are Bred of greatness, or that you should be graced with the presence of Ryan Adams. You are like a dog who chases his tail. Forever running in a circle, never grabbing hold of what you seek, never even realizing what it is that you chase after. Continue to make a fool of yourself, continue onward in this never ending quest for glory which only ever sees you laid low no matter how weak the opposition. Keep along this path you have walked, as we have said before, it leads you nowhere but in a never ending circle.

You say we follow the rules of others, as if you yourself do not conform to this world. We do what we do, for in the end we know it shall bring about all that we desire. We served Eclipse Diemos, for in doing so it brought about the means to our ends. Y2Impact left voltage in disgrace after being made mortal by the head of this beast. We striped Zack Crash of his influence over those in power in EAW. We pulled the teeth from wolvesden, we crushed all who stood across from us! So know this Christopher, we have allied ourself with Apocalypse, Amadeus, and even Jon McAdams, it is because it is for that it is the best route to bring about the end result we desire.

And of ourself, Christopher you claim we have something to prove, what would it be? What in your feeble mind should we present of evidence further, of whatever it is you claim We lack? If my brethren had wished to excommunicate Themselves from me, they have had ample time to do so. If they saw me as a weak link, they would have discarded me long ago. Why would you, or any other for that matter concern yourself with the affairs of the great beast named Sanitorium? Give thanks that you have not been tossed to our brothers, as those who worshipped thus deception were thrown to the lions. What good does it do you to speak of this nightmare that is being brought forth? Why do you attack our association with Amadeus, Apocalypse, and Jon McAdams like so many before you have done? Did you not witness how when Tarah Nova claimed we were nothing but a lackey, we silenced Her with the End Of Ages?! Did you not see the same done to Keelan Citinich when he though us nothing more than Eclipse Diemos’ henchman? Learn from their history, for you are soon to live it. For wether we would stand alone or not, we would still tear thru wretched filth like you with our bare hands.

You ask what is there to fear from us? At week’s end you will know exactly what will send you cowering like a child. With just the smallest taste of our wrath, you shall weep and whimper and hide away your face. You shall curse the day you dared to
Doubt us, you shall cry bitterly for following your hubris to the terrible fate that you have brought upon yourself.

Yes you shall. For all that you Pride yourself on, it shall not be enough to overcome all we are bringing forth. For though you think that all we says is without merit, and is but mindless rambling, they hold the key to life. You fight for what would last but a moment. What would be a grain of sand in the greatest of hour glasses. We are bringing about that which is eternal. You think that we have plotted for a millennia, that we waited for this flesh to be ripe for harvest, that all we have brought about, should be so easily undone by you. You think all we have prepared would be undone by a mere three seconds? What you must realize Christopher, is that all we are doing is not about mere competition. We care not about sport, nor the empty prizes that you have devoted your life to. We are here to spread out truth to the masses. We are here, that the masses may see the seeds that shall grow to be the Glorious Reign on this earth. We are here that these people would see the trail of destruction and ruin left in our wake and turn from the evils that will only lead to their ultimate demise. He eyes of the world shall see your broken body, they shall see what ‘elitism’ brings them. They shall have no choice but to awaken from this slumber where all they do is procrastinate, and bicker over the most trivial of matters. Ourself and our brethern, we are the Nightmare that shall return this world to its rightful order. We shall stir up those who are fit and strong, and we shall watch as all that is not worthy burns to ashes.

Yes, you, and all your words, and all your deeds, and your quest for glory, all of it shall be rendered to a spec of dust.

So bring about the masses. Bring us to the attention of even more. It is what we desire. It is your purpose in our grand design. Strike us with all your might, attack us with all your ferocity. Bring forth all your skills and do all that you can to conquer us. Do all you can to this flesh that serves us, for no matter what you would bring against us it shall not matter. Nothing can prevent our will from running over like a flood. In that moment it shall not matter who is the man of Voltage, or Dynasty, or EAW. It shall not matter if you stand alone, or if the armies of all the world would stand beside you. You shall fall Christopher. And the only remnant of you, shall be the echos of you screams ringing out in the heavens. There is no doubt in our mind. There is no question of if but merely when we bring about all this.

Heed this wisdom, listen well to our warning, for in its due time, it soon shall be made so.”

(The camera pans upward, bringing the mural back into the frame. But this time at an angle where The staute of Michael stands beforr the middle of the pits of hell.)

The End.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 8:35 pm by **Abelard Becker**

It feels damn good to come through on a promise.

Yes. A promise.

After raving all last week about how their are no promises or guarantees, that we can't control fate and that it's all out of our hands... I kept the promise that I made some few weeks back when I told you all that I would become the Hardcore Champion.

What does that make me, a hypocrite? Or am I excused from being called such a thing because I delivered. Had I failed, then would it be acceptable to mar me with that name? What exactly are the standards for being a hypocrite?

I guess in the end it doesn't matter. If I am a hypocrite so be it, I'm not perfect nor have I ever claimed to be. It doesn't mean I've abandoned my morales or way of thinking, I fully know that the only reason I have this championship is because I was blessed to have just the right amount of luck, at the exact time I needed to have it. I was fortunate enough to have my name pulled out of the proverbial hat, for the wheel to stop on an image of my face, it wasn't skill.

I've reached a point in my career where skill... really doesn't matter. Of course their are exceptions and caveats but in cases like last week and this week, it seems hardly beneficial to throw around the juvenile yet classic, "I'm better than you because...". Because who knows if I am. Last week it was two fellow Hall of Famers, this week it's the Answers World Champion, we're all skilled. You don't get to be in a position like that if you aren't. We've all done it in our own ways, it isn't a uniform thing. Yes, I'm bigger than Zack Crash, I'm bigger than Lethal Consequences, I'm certainly bigger than you, Pizza Boy, but does that make me better?

I feel like at one time, the consensus on that was yes... but it's proven false far too many times to still hold any kind of credibility. You yourself have kicked that notion in the balls on numerous occasions, you know it's not true. The fact that it was ever even considered to be true is insulting. Size doesn't matter and never has. You have ways to combat my size, you have ways to make it a non-factor, you proved that to everyone last week against Oasis... and as if it needed any proving then. It's not as if it's a sudden new revelation that The Pizza Boy is the smallest man on the EAW roster, only rivaled MAYBE by El Landerson, not an insult by the way, just a fact... and you being here despite that, makes it all just that more commendable. Anybody with eyes can see that Answers World Championship around your waist... well really it looks less like a belt, and more like a full torso of golden armor, yet still for baffling reasons, they don't make the connection that YOU ARE the Answers World Champion.

They just see a small man, and insult him for being a small man.

Maybe it's just selective thinking, maybe they can't stand to give you the props and respect you deserve, a man who is half their size yet has accomplished far more than they ever will. I promise I'm not going to do that. In the past I would've, and I take no shame in admitting that I probably would've ended up like Lannister or Scott Oasis.

You're right in saying Oasis lost to you because he couldn't change... but it's not that he couldn't change for himself, it's that he couldn't change his opinion of you. He saw his 260 pound frame as impenetrable against your fists and your kicks. It's another case of perception blinding the reality. The oh so clear truth. Had he been able to free himself from that, there's a very good chance that in 24 hours, I could be facing him.

I know you see similarities in us and believe me I do too... many... many... similarities, but I think I've proven myself to be no Scott Oasis, at least not as thick skulled as him. I can confess to that but to nothing more. This second leg, this rejuvenation of my career has left me in this limboed grey area where even I don't know what the name Scott Diamond means, if it means anything at all. I don't know anything and I don't pretend to know anything.

... except to question everything.

Think to know nothing and in turn, maybe somehow you know everything.

And maybe that's best. No pre-conceived thoughts or ideas, no expectations, no assumptions, which is all you seem to have on me. It seems rather foolish considering to the best of my knowledge, our paths have never crossed.

I realize this all sounds like hogwash, but I don't know... it's gotten me this far, *pats Hardcore Championship* and I'm baking on it taking me a lot further.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 7:55 pm by **Nobi**

You don’t know me yet POP, I’m not happy about the result of last week either. No celebration, no party, and no drinking champagne. Just me getting pissed off for what happened. I’m pissed off that I was VERY close to beat you in a honorable way until that sucmbag ruined our match. You mentioned it yourself that you were just seconds away from defeat but still, I admire you for acknowledging it and having enough guts to admit it. You aren’t easy to beat though, so I’ll take that as a compliment when you said this inferior wrestler was very close to beat you. That’s a very nice of you, POP.

I’m not asking you to trust Lucas Johnson, but I’ll give you a fair warning. Unlike you, I can trust Stark as my partner. That’s what we have to do in a tag match. And you might not know this POP, but Stark and I have worked as a unit before. I can tell we are good enough to work as a team. I know, Stark just beat me in Dia Del Diablo, but I never hold a grudge to the guy. We pushed each-others to the limit and he beat me fair and square. If you think that I’m just using Stark as my shield then you are very mistaken. First, I don’t think I’m going to challenge Stark again soon. Second, I hate your partner for what he did last week. And third, I want to prove once again I’m capable to kick you in the arse twice. So there you go, POP, that’s my purpose for this week. That’s what I want to accomplish this week. We all know what my real purpose is: to be a champion one day. You can laugh at it all you want, you can insult me all you want, I don’t care. I’m my own man and the only one that can tell me I have to give up is myself. I never thought about it though. It’s not on my dictionary. Who knows I’d be the one who dethroned Tiberius IV soon? But let’s back to the point shall we? I can trust Stark very well and I hope you are wise enough to realize you’re not that good to deal with two wrestlers all alone by yourself. I’m aware of that, therefore I can trust Stark very well.

But if Stark wants to play lonewolf and just focused on POP before their match at Territorial Invasion, that’s fine by me too. Perhaps that’s what you want too, Lucas Johnson. Maybe all you want is just the National Elite Championship and It seems you only used me as your sending message to Stark and our new general manager. You know what? You are a terrible human being but most importantly, you are a dummy. I have to agree with Brian Daniels. What did you do to earn the right to challenge Stark? You lost to me, you lost to HBG, you lost to Moongoose McQueen twice, and you LOST to Stark JUST three weeks ago. You are in a wrong track since you lost your New Breed Championship at PFP. Therefore, what did you do to earn your spot? Is that a good way to impress people? Well, I can’t help but to think you have to prove yourself first before you earn your spot. I know, you are a former New Breed Champion but so what? Even Mr. DEDEDE himself needed to battle againts three other guys to earn a shot at Drake Jaeger’s Interwire Championship at GR this year before he dropped the title. My point is, everyone need to work hard to get what they want. Your accomplishment in University means nothing here. You’re boring, Lucas. All your speeches is nothing but hot air. You want me and Stark to feel pain? What kind of pain you will give to us? Personally, I’ve been thrown into a hood of a car, I’ve been fallen from ladders, I’ve wrestled with broken arm, I’ve felt the heat of fire, but I KEEP COMING BACK. As long as I live and I’m still breathing, I will never stop at any cost. You’ve pissed me off, Lucas and I’ll be sure to make you pay. You can try to put me in sleep if you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you if you fail to do so. Good luck to you and POP because Stark and I are going to give everything we have to beat you two. We’ll see you around.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 7:24 pm by **Scott Oasis**

You haven’t proven shit to me.

Darkane, Darkane, Darkane. You just keep going, huh? I have to say, I’m starting to enjoy hearing you talk. It’s real entertaining, funny stuff. You think I have no right to call you a coward? What else do you call someone who talks such a big game but immediately back tracks and covers himself in case it doesn’t work out? If you can’t stand by your own words how in the hell can you stand up to me? You’re going to enter that ring, make eye contact with me and immediately regret your decision to even show up that. You’ll realize in that moment that nothing you were hoping for has a chance of happening, that you were in over your head and incapable of hanging with someone of my caliber just yet. You knocking me off is simply a dumb fantasy, overexcited aspirations from a bright eyed newbie who experienced some short term success and started reaching far too close to the sun in his goals. You honestly want to say you’re confident in your ability to go against a beast like me and “shred him piece by piece”? Really? Is that the hill you want to quite literally DIE on? You said it yourself, I’m not like Target Smiles or Masaru, I am leagues above them. I am a world class athlete, a former champion, a headliner - I am THE main event of Dynasty no matter what match I am in. I hurt, I maim, I CONQUER. I’m not just some rookie with a few cool flips or an interesting selling point, I am an established brand that has all of the tools needed to carry a company. I adapt no matter the environment or how many times you change the landscape. The proof is right in front of you, go through your archives, take a look back at Dynasty almost a month ago. A whole new roster, a stacked world title scene and in a matter of a week I get placed on top with the World Champion. Not Nasir Moore, not Nico Borg, not Eclipse Diemos; I am the chosen one, I am the one who is above them all. Put me in a room with every favorite in this industry, come back in five minutes and I’ll be the only one still standing. I am on entirely different level, that’s why I don’t give a damn about any respect you wanna throw my way because it means nothing to me. You’re an ant, a little boy in this industry, I don’t care about anything you’ve done up to this point.

Get angry, be disrespectful, get aggressive, that’s what I want, make this payday less boring to me. And that’s what this is, an easy payday. You want to look at me with annoyance for saying that but it’s the truth. I’m not underestimating you or anything, I just choose to speak facts. An elite fighter doesn’t lose sleep off of some bum on the street. A wolf doesn’t walk toward a wounded animal and approach it with caution. An armed man doesn’t stand in front of a person who is empty handed and get worried. So why should I, someone who has the clear upper hand in skill and experience feel anything other than certainty when I see a match like this on my list of appearances for this week? Would you rather I lie so that you can feel more legitimate as a competitor? The reason why I’m writing this down as a victory is because I can, it’s expected at this point. I have earned the right to be this way, I worked to get to this point. Meanwhile you have done nothing to give me a reason to not underestimate you. All you have to your credibility as an Elitist is your word. The claims you make for yourself, that’s all we can go off of. Why should I be threatened: you word that you might just beat me. But as we have seen with most rookies we can see that their words don’t mean a damn thing other than some brief comfort before they walk into their slaughter. Let’s talk about this “word” I’ve discussed though. What were some of the qualities you gave me that are meant to make me think twice? Oh, I can think of one. You denied being a coward due to being able to face me here today. You would be on NEO now instead of fighting me if you weren’t up to stuff!

Oh, good point! Bravo, Darkane, congrats. You’ve made it this far, I’ll give you that. You survived a couple of months in this company. Keep in mind that with a company that employs damn near one hundred wrestlers anyone can get slip through the cracks, as shown multiple times. Let’s roll with this example though, allow me to entertain it. What was your path through EAW up to this point. I’ve done my resea You have gotten a lucky draw so far for the most part. Nothing but tomato cans to knock down. Half of the people you’ve met in the squared circle probably won’t even be remembered in a couple weeks time. You’ve been here since January, that’s good for you, you’re nearing eight months but that still does not make you a mainstay. Nobody knows if you’ll be here a year from now. You have been here since January and you only started making noise just now, does that seem like a good sign to you? I can get up out of my chair right now, walk around my house and bang my fist against the wall again and again; Eventually all of my banging will do something yes, I’ll make a hole in that wall but that’s no sign of my strength and who knows what will even be left of my hand when I keep going, You’re persistent, there is no denying that, but that doesn’t suddenly guarantee you won’t perish the further you get in this company. That’s what makes you a temporary Elitist, as I call it. You got some buzz on you but it can’t last forever, you will get exposed at some point. Talk an underserved big game for as much as you want but it’s going to happen. Promise me that you’ll make me vomit out my doubt, choke me out, deprive me of air, talk about the whole nine yards! Give me a heads up that you’ll grapevine me and wrap your arms around my throat. You could do that, you could easily do that if you catch me off guard. You won’t catch me slipping though, that’s the thing. I am not going to choke in such an easy to win situation. Your whole game plan rests on uncharacteristic screw ups on my part. Chances are you’ll already be charged into the corner and getting beaten senseless before you can even begin to have a go at me and put me in any kind of hold. You said that I think you being victorious is an unearthly thought, and you’re right. You winning in any way isn’t even an option on my scenarios to watch out for. I don’t let guys like you get one over on me, I can not afford to. You can eat this loss and people will brush it off as getting defeated by a legend, but I lose and it’s a whole other story. Coming off a World title match loss and being on shaky ground, I don’t need anymore debating going on while I’m giving my case to have a second shot at The Pizza Boy. Losing to you: That’s a blow to me and my career. I have a status to uphold, I have to maintain my footing at the top of the mountain and I don’t need scrubs like you being responsible for pushing me down. I am staying on top and nobody is going to pull me away from that position. People like you can’t touch me and it will show once we face. You’re going to prove something to me Friday, alright, you’re going to prove that I was correct in my judgment of you.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 6:42 pm by **Darkane**

Dynasty Final

The sounds of "Money for Nothing" by Dire Straits filled the atmosphere of the bar with a catchy tune straight out of the 80's. Oddly enough Darkane found out that the Czechs knew how to throw it down with the best of them as he sat against the puke stained bar wall overlooking the sea of tattooed badasses, some with cigars in their hands, others with beer mugs spilling all over a short wooden round bar table, some were burying their faces in the breasts of wild and crazy women who's tits had more plastic than a lego kiosk, but Darkane had amassed a crowd around him since he first stepped foot in the bar, for once he was recognized as the "rat bastard they saw on TV" which he took as a compliment. He had never been recognized before and it felt somewhat rewarding. He never thought in a thousand lifetimes that he would be recognized in a foreign country but low and behold, life is full of surprises, he also thought that he would never walk into a bar in the Czech Republic of all places at the peak of the midnight hour and find a heap of wrestling fans, but low and behold life is full of surprises.

Darkane held his mug that was nearly half full and launched a rancid spitball at a nearby magazine ad that showed a picture of Scott Oasis holding up two balled fists, but he missed the target by about four feet wide and it landed in the ponytail of a blonde bimbo who didn't even notice the beer saliva dripping off of the tip of the tail as she was too busy dancing and getting her tits motorboated by a bald guy who had a tribal tattoo wrapped menacingly around his eye. Darkane tilted his head slightly and caught recent highlights of his fatal five-way match last week on a television that was in the corner of the bar.

"That finishing move you have is such devastation!" A local Czech man exclaimed in a thick accent to Darkane who smirked in response.

"He had no chance." The same man said again.

"That's because Target Smiles is a pitiful weakling; he's a constant disappointment." Darkane spat.

The highlights on the television continued onto Scott Oasis versus The Pizza Boy.

"Hey bartender," Darkane snapped his finger.

"Play that over again, the part where the ref counts the one two three, that's my favorite."

"DIVING CORKSCREW STUNNER! THE PIZZA BOY NAILS HIM WITH IT ALL AS SCOTT COLLAPSES TO THE RING WHILE PIZZA BOY SCRAMBLES TOWARDS HIM FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT BY HOOKING HIS LEG IN! THE REFEREE GOES FOR THE COUNT!"

The voice from Jake Mercer fills the bar as Darkane nods his head in unison with the ref's hand coming down onto the canvas.

"You see that Scott? That's exactly what I'm talking about when I say I can practically taste your fear dripping onto my tongue, that fear of back to back losses scrambling your mind. I know you can't handle the mere thought of it and I know you've watched that same clip over and over, perhaps not on the television but in your mind and in your heart it radiates. I too can feel it and boy does it burn. I mean look at you, the corpse of a hall of famer unmercifully slain by the mayor of munchkin land in The Pizza Boy. Sometimes will beats skill and I think that was the case last week, but enough about last week, this week it's you and me, the time to fight is slowly dwindling towards us, the words we've spat at each other this week will all be put to rest when we lock horns on Dynasty. I'm looking forward to it as should you, but you look at this as a by the numbers cake walk but we both know that you have an established reputation that you cradle like a petite newborn, we both know you cherish vicious beatdowns of your opponents, we both know that your claim as a hall of famer is astute, we know that you can't possibly tarnish your hall of fame tag by losing to me and I know that's what you fear the most, I'm sure you've lost back to back before, but now since you are a hall of famer, since you are a former world and interwire champion you have a lot more mojo and credibility and you can't fathom the anguishing thought of your reputation turning into crushed fragments of what once was. Let us drop the reputation talk for a second and focus on what you need to be doing on Dynasty and that's surviving. This match isn't just about survival of the fittest, but survival of whom ever can wreak the most havoc on their opposite, you're right about one thing; there is no pussyfooting around, you won't find it on my end, no matter if you thought I was cowering before or not it doesn't matter; I realize that I have to execute to the best of my ability against you, you're an aggressive machine of a man, an absolute jackal in that ring, but you will realize in due time that you must survive me and the oncoming storm that I bring, which is a hell of a lot easier said than done."

Darkane brings the mug up to his dry lips and tosses down another refreshing gulp.

"Ah, nothing like a mug of beer to punctuate a hard week's work eh Scott? You see, this is who I am, this is what I will always be and people in the past have tried to drag me down into their hateful realm of insecurities and they throw their awful insults towards my vicinity and they think it has an effect on me, they think that somehow I'm going to listen to 'emo' music, cover myself up with piercings and tattoos, no offense guys,"

A few men with piercings and tatoos waved him off signaling that no offense was taken.

"..And slit my wrists until I bleed out dry. Such obscure stereotypes, then again, I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't throw out a few of them myself from time to time but the difference is that I take a licking and keep on ticking while those others obliviously continue to hound me with mean spirited remarks which bounce of my shield like a tennis ball without realizing that it doesn't affect me. The point I'm getting at is, if you manage to pull out a victory over me I'm still going to be the same old Darkane, you can't humiliate me, you can't change me and I still have my Hardcore Championship opportunity in my back pocket just waiting for the right time to be cashed in on Scott Diamond. By the way, I'm coming for you Scotty, not you this time Oasis, but the other Scott, the one that you know, actually got the job done last week on Dynasty and won a title. I'm sure there will be future title shots Oasis on your horizon but right now I'm the only one who holds a title shot in this match and I plan to show you how and why I got to the dance in the first place."

Darkane pauses, finishing his beer.

"But then I begin to wonder if Scott Oasis is past his prime, as if his best days are far behind him and I tell myself nah, that can't be, he wants your head on a silver platter, he still has the urge to fight; you can't start underestimating Scott Oasis or you are doomed and I believe that voice in my head, but the thing is if I walk out of here with a victory under my belt, if the consensus was that you were still in your prime, that notion will vanish into thin air, it will be stamped out into oblivion. Scott Oasis would be deemed as a thing of the past and Darkane would be thought of the present and the future of Dynasty. That's my whole goal here, however not just the Dynasty brand but the future of EAW as a whole. I know I have a long and grueling road ahead of me if I want to be one of the faces of EAW but I sure as hell know that the road will have to go through you in order for that to happen, you're one of the standards here, but dare I say, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time right now and even though the odds are in your favor for all intensive purposes, you can see the cloud of dust rumbling over the hill and a nasty storm cloud above, hot on its trail, charging right for you. The real question is, will you run for it? Or will you stand there and look darkness in the eyes? My guess is, knowing you, that you'll stay and if that's the case then my last question is how will you feel when you're about to be swallowed by it?"

Darkane looks straight into the camera, wagging his finger, motioning for Scott Oasis to bring it on.

Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 6:05 pm by **Cage.**

The same old song about me being sung and yet nobody cares to listen.

The same regurgitated shit about my past has nothing to do with this but if you want to talk about it then lets indulge. Yes I won the EAW Championship, yes I left EAW, yes I came back and my presence was short lived. Your attempt at trying to be different is failing because you say everything that everyone has said to me every time I do decide to come back. And why is that? Because you have nothing left to say. The past needs to be and stay where it is which is the past, you think throwing it back in my face is going to throw me off my game and make me feel like I can't claim the glory I once had? No, it motivates me, it drives me and fuels the fire to make sure that if I do have to go away and perish that I burn a bright light to where I can't come back. You speak from a man who is viewed with promise and will one day carry a torch, yet you have no IDEA what it is like to carry a company on your back, with everyone trying to cut your knees out from underneath you. Diamond Cage is an anomaly, I wasn't suppose to happen and I happened and people didn't like it so everyday with Diamond Cage as EAW Champion was a fight for survival. I wasn't hand-picked like an Xavier Williams, so yeah my title was ripped from me, just like my career, ripped from me, but here is why I am and forever will be a champion. Because I can pick myself up, I can dust myself off and I can leave what I've done in the past because in this world sometimes you have to learn from when adversity kicks you in the ass. Adversity builds a mans character and let's say my adversity has not only made me see where I went wrong but it's also reassured me not to be the man I once was but to be the man I once was on a whole different level.

I ask myself the question everyday of why I don't become vilified and hated by these people for them believing in me and then I go and let them down.

Then it dawned on me, I finally made the realization that we don't live in a fantasy, people in this world get knocked down, fired from their jobs or replaced because they weren't good enough. People and I mean ordinary people, not people who enter the wrestling business and pretend to be a god, a punisher, or a king, whatever comic book or movie or TV shows these ass clowns get their personas from, they know that failure can happen no matter how high you get in life. The highs are great, I was EAW Champion, making money, putting food on the table for the family, and the lows were losing everything. Falling so far down and hitting my face, almost wishing I wouldn't wake up again because I know my first thought would be to return to EAW. People relate to that reality instead of living in a fantasy of working hard and then you live happily ever after bullshit. There are no happy endings in life and life holds no exceptions no matter if you are Diamond Cage, the man who did all the great things you said. I learned that the hard way and man, maybe it's my fault, maybe it's the path I've chosen, maybe I should have been in a Council or a Guard you know? Have some people watching my back and take the safe route to success? Nah, not really my cup of tea. I've never once portrayed myself as the hero, the people chose me to be their hero, maybe because they were tired of seeing this fantasy bullshit and realized that I'm real, I'm as real as it gets in a business full of snakes and fake bastards. And the kingdom that you talk about, those same people who picked me as their hero, their leader, their representative, they built it. They built and yeah maybe it's destroyed but they are willing to build it back up, the same way how I am willing to bleed more profusely than I ever have, lose more pounds of flesh, teeth, broken bones hell I'll go through three more degrees of hell to get what I want. You've done nothing but reassure my purpose to put people like you to absolute silence, without this, it's “you are a man whose lust for war will be his downfall” or “you are just not what you once was”. It's the same old shit from a different guy every week.

I'm not a saint, never claimed to be.

I stabbed Ares in the back, but you think the situation is the same? Nah, at least when I stabbed him and Jaywalker in the back I didn't need help, I did it all on my own. Hell, I wanted nothing to do with Ares Vendetta but he wanted to test his might against Diamond Cage and he knew he was playing a foolish game with the most dangerous man in the world and so he enlisted in that turn-coat Lannister to make sure that he can escape from my grasp. Nobody in EAW is a saint, I'm a scumbag, I already said this, I don't need to be the victim and I don't paint that picture, I simply spread a message to the children and people all over the world that watch EAW which is a positive message of “ Don't let those sons of bitches get away with fucking you over!”. You look for war because you were taught a lesson in what this business is like. Cutthroat, it's either you kill to survive or you die, and in that lesson you seek revenge, you see it as an atrocity but I simply look at it as another scumbag like myself getting what was coming to him. You speak hypocrisy because Tiberius viewed you as a turn-coat and you aren't mad about any “atrocity”, your mad because Tiberius got even with you like how Ares and Jay got evened with me and showed you that your master plan to get the EAW Championship was a master failure, you aren't as smart as you think you are and it was shown. You were resulted to a outgunned and outmatched man fighting for your life. Your a first timer, new to this war. I welcomed this war with open arms, I don't fight for my addiction and bloodthirsty taste to put pain on those who put pain on me, I also fight to remind those that if you don't shoot to kill when you pick a fight with Diamond Cage then things are going to get really, really bad for you. I knew I had the wrath of Ares Vendetta coming so I am not surprised when I am stabbed in the back by Lannister, Hell, why did you think I didn't even scream for the son of a bitch to come back, I knew what situation I was in and I got back to doing what I do best and that's kicking ass until the numbers got the better of me. Were you expecting what happened to you to happen? Did you expect another one of those fantasies you picture in your mind to come to fruition? I'm not sorry to tell you that you were derailed then and you'll be derailed on Showdown.

Everything I've ever gotten in this company I've earned, blood, sweat, PASSION. Everything that keeps a man like me alive and my heart beating, so do I think I deserve this? You bet your ass I do, this is all in the mission, this is what I came back for, the EAW Championship, BECAUSE I'VE HAD IT, AND PROVED I WAS ONE OF THE BEST IN THE WORLD AND DAMN IT I WANT IT AGAIN! Why do you think you deserve this? Because they ganged together and kicked your ass? You aren't the only one at Dia Del Diablo to get his ass kicked. You lost your shot, you go to the back of the line. Brian threw you a bone, just like they throw every young snot nose little bastard who thinks it's their time and fully believes in their heart that I am an obsolete old timer holding onto old glory, I'm still the same man I was, dangerous as ever, rebellious as ever and this time I'm on a mission, I'm on a mission of not only Retribution which you'll feel, Violence which I will institute and encourage, and Blood I'll take as interest with the EAW Championship. You view this as a threat, but the same people I left don't see it as that, they know I'm the real fucking thing, I'm as real as it gets, one in a million so it isn't a threat in their eyes because when you look in MY eyes, all this talk of what were willing to do to get what we want, I mean it. If I have to end your career before it even gets to flourish, I'll do it because that's the kinda man I am, that's the kinda world we are in. If you aren't prepared to take a man out, you can never be EAW Champion, look at me as an example because they'll definitely try to take you out. So if the opportunity presents itself, and since you think the man known as Diamond Cage is dead, if it's there for you and you have the shot you best not miss because if you do...

I sure as hell won't.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 12:26 pm by **TLA**

FEEL THE BERN

The camera cuts to TLA wearing a Bernie Sanders t-shirt in the shopping district of Bern, Switzerland looking to buy some new ingredients to refill his lean supply after it was spilled by Aren Mstislav on Voltage. TLA is stopped by a number of Swiss fans who want his autograph as a montage plays of TLA posing for pictures with the fans. The camera then cuts to TLA in an alleyway as he holds up his phone to speak.

TLA: Awwww yeaaa this yo boi TLA comin’ at all y’all live with that intensity and electricity of 140 thousand strong STRAIGHT OUTTA BERN!!! Yo this vato be hoppin’ all ‘round the world. Hittin’ up all them countries. From Mexico, to Los Estados Unidos, to Italy, now reppin’ Switzerland I be gettin’ ‘round. Gettin’ all ‘round the world. Collectin’ up all them foreign bitches for the Poon Palace. Ya heard I be gettin’ that connect. Movin’ that product in places they be sayin’ the product can’t be moved. I always movin’ no matter what they say. Run all up in Switzerland, they say this the neutral country, but when La Pantera Sexual is in la ciudad you know we be blowin’ shit up fuckin’ all yo diplomacy straight up. Bern got that electricity that gonna be powering up the Voltage this week. News stories be blastin’, we got our names heard on the streets. Rep lit like that shit on fire and that fire done Bern. But for my opponent Cody Marshall...

He def gonna fall victim straight up to that Bernout!

TLA: Oye chico be spittin’ them puns makin’ yo skin crawl I got all them puns bein’ slung more ‘round this company than that poon. But the Poon Palace straight up changin’ the game. Ain’t nothin’ gonna be slung more than that poon when TLA get done doin’ what he do. Aren Mstislav can hate all he want but TLA goin’ all out for that World Heavyweight Championship shot and ain’t never sayin’ them words he be thirstin’ for. Ain’t no give up in a real one, and a real one is exactly what Cody Marshall gonna get in that ring. Aren gonna be lurkin’ gonna be tryin’ to get all up in mi cabeza but he ain’t gettin’ in. I got that shit all blocked off from haters. Ain’t no way they gettin’ inside. All that gettin’ in is them card carrying husTLAz straight ridahz who been with yo boi since day one. Even them ouTLAwz who be hoppin’ on the bandwagon. Even if y’all some two faced ass motherfuckers who gonna turn they backs on yo boi, you be puttin’ that respeck up on mi nombre imma ride n die motherfucker who gonna be there for all y’all.

Ridin’ and dyin’ all up in that lowrider crusin’ on down to the Voltage ring crashin’ into that shit.

TLA: But ain’t wanna hurt my baby. Them cars all custom made ain’t wanna fuck up real art. Shit should go all on display in them Swiss museums. Real cultural remnants and shit right there. See I be all contributing and shit to society. I be bringin’ that art, bringin’ that product, bringin’ that poon, and bringin’ that realness straight into the ring like a fine ass respectable luchador. What Cody Marshall gonna bring? I be fixin’ to find that shit out. Curious ‘bout this hombre when he step to The Baddest Hombre on the Planet what he gonn’ do? This the first chance we gotten to go all up in that ring and lay it out see what we can do, but I been watchin’. I keep my eye on them yung camachos who be causin’ a ruckus ‘round these streets. Cody comin’ all up in the world with that New Breed Championship, pickin’ off Ryan Marx. That ain’t no small thang he show then he legit. But that shit ain’t lasted long. Homeboi got dropped first opportunity they got by Lucas Johnson. This motherfucker had that taste but he thirstin’ for more. Now he on Voltage, that “land of opportunity” like Kenny Drake be puttin’ on all the posters. But Cody gonna find out the truth real quick…

He ain’t the only one who got that thirst.

TLA: Ahora estás peleando con el perro grande. Este perro grande está más hambriento y sediento que nunca. Cuz I done straight up proved to the entire world that TLA ain’t one to be fucked with. But Aren Mstislav still ain’t convinced. So I gotta give him another lesson. So Aren if y’all gonna be watchin’ you best get ready to witness an asskicking. Cody if y’all man enough to show up y’all best be ready to take one. Cuz that shit gettin’ handed out with more fire and fury than yo boi Trump could ever pull out he culo. This be Switzerland but I ain’t gonna play this shit diplomatically. Fuck neutrality. We pickin’ sides. We throwin’ down. We tossin’ out that fire.

Cody Marshall ‘bout to get Berned.

TLA winks into the camera as some fans nearby are shown watching and facepalming from TLA’s horrific pun.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 11:39 am by **Bhris Elite**

If you really saw through my words you’d just shut the fuck up already but I understand this is going to be a long week you have something to prove to the world. You have something to prove through your “Brothers”. Then again though after what I heard maybe you do see through my words and my insults and me mocking you idiots is indeed getting to you. Now it’s the “Nightmare” that’s so adorable you kids and your imagination just come up with the craziest of things. I guess nightmare is the place where the “Monsters” and I use that term very loosely are allowed to roam free and not be held back. What monsters are we exactly talking about? Jon McAdams he’s damn sure not a monster he’s nothing I’m afraid of. Is Amadaus the monster? No it can’t be he’s not scary either or maybe it’s my opponent this week Solomon Caine nope… After the research I did and all the times I’ve seen his ass being pinned on Voltage it’s defiantly not him so is you Apocalypse it was when you first came around everyone thought you were scary because of your size and demeanor but now I’m seeing guys like Lars take you down so I guess you being a monster was just a fad too. So which one of you guys are really giving anyone a nightmare? You are not what the kids fear, you are not what I fear you are not what anyone fears. Then you have the nerve to bring up insecurities and I know you are trying so hard to find something you can insult about me but it’s just not working. I have nothing to be insecure about expect maybe for the fact that I’m going bald up top but that’s beside the point. In the ring no matter who the opponent is there is never a doubt in my mind he or she or shim can’t get a taste of the Box Office Smash or get one last Long Kiss Goodnight.

Everything you speak is hallow so yes I’m going to continue to disrespect you because that’s just who I am I’m disrespectful and you Solomon Caine you aren’t going to do a thing about it but keep making up lies about me I’ll spit in the face of what you call fear and to make it worse I make sure I’ll win the match too. Who’s will have you broken? It certainly won’t be mine. I’m not Jon McAdams I am not going to join you guys just because it is the cool thing to and because he needed away to become relevant. I’m relevant without leading a group of “Monsters” you continue to talk of your ass and make things up as you go along it’s like one of those shitty wrestling podcast online where think they are talking the truth, and where they think it’s entertaining when really it’s just a bunch of boring bullshit. Then before I can even respond you go ahead and speak on my name again. Can I live, are you that obsessed with me you had that much more to say about me without a response from me and I wouldn’t be complaining if you did that if it was at least some facts thrown in this time. Of course it wasn’t though just some more made up nonsense that you only believe.

What have you done to shape Voltage? I am literally the most entertaining part of Voltage and all of EAW right now I bring in the ratings when I’m on television, when my name pops on the notifications for your phone saying I just realized a video. Everything is dropped and everyone is listening when you pop up on television its piss break time and no one even has their notifications on for you in the first place. You guys aren’t shaping up to be nothing but one of the worst groups EAW has had in the company. It’s funny how upset I got you Solomon I am so under your skin you are yelling at the top of your lungs. Man I should watch out on Voltage this lunatic with PTSD might really make me suffer. If you couldn’t tell I’m being sarcastic keep on screaming at the top of those lungs because regardless no one hears you. No one wants to hear you, no one cares enough to hear you or see you. You are nothing and you the worm who thinks of himself as a dragon not me. I am a dragon and it is going to take an army to put me down, not an army full of you chumps though an army of Elite men and I’m the only Elite man on our roster. I will be the most Elite man in that ring on Sunday and you will remain the worm not one person gives a damn about. People see me and its silence either someone is hating or someone is respecting regardless I get a reaction. When you walk in a room not a single person notices you’re just that “One guy in Sanatorium” and I’m THE GUY on Voltage. So if you really respect your jaw every time you speak on me name you’d speak with respect. You are the one building their own grave and on Voltage I’m the one throwing the dirt back where it belongs covering up your body and letting it rot underneath where it belongs.

You keep on underestimating me and after what I’ve done to you on Voltage I guarantee the “Nightmare “has some type of protection to keep me away from them. Man I knew you weren’t going the whole week without bringing up my “Only accomplishment” and it’s crazy that my only accomplishment is more than anything you’ve ever accomplished. If a woman were to ask you what you accomplished what more can you say other than the truth Solomon? “Well to be honest I’ve played lackey for the Sanatorium for a lot of my career and I follow the rules of other grown men and ride their wave instead of being a leader myself… Oh and I have PTSD too”. What do your parents think of you? Oh I forgot they were probably murdered in cold blood like the rest of the “Lunatics” on this rosters parents. Which really means they just disowned you hell they probably put you up for adoption. Me having the attention of Ryan Adams and having him pay refs under the table to screw me over is more than anything you’ve done.

What you must and what is actually going to go down are two different things. You must defeat me and you must batter me but you will fail at both just like you failed to be your own man and take your own path. Just like you failed your parents biological and the ones who adopted you. You failed your brothers back in the army by watching them all perish. You keep on saying we but you continue to forget it’s just you who is getting in the ring with me and it is just you will let down your brothers again on Voltage. You keep on talking like you are going to murder me and leave me paralyzed but next week you’ll see me back in the ring with 100 percent with not a scratch on me defeating another opponent who will claim do the same. I am doubting every “Ability” you have including the ability to do so. I doubt your ability to even land a near fall on me. I doubt your ability to leave just a drop of my blood on the mat on Sunday and I’m going to be right I’m about every single one of them. The only thing you can change about this Sunday is what you supposedly have planned for me because just like everything else in your life it’s going to be a letdown.

Now look at you doubting yourself all the sudden “. Even if you were to slip past us on Sunday, we would hunt you down for all eternity to see all we have foretold of you come to fruition.” I thought everything you said was going to be done to me was certain and you had no doubt about it. I know everything I’m saying is going to happen but I guess my words are truly getting to you now. I am the force great enough to stand against what you or anyone else in the Nightmare bring to the table. Unleash the fury and I’ll laugh right in its face and I’ll spit on it after it faces defeat and the only thing you can do is make more false claims and continue to be a letdown. Since that’s the thing you seem to succeed at.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 6:52 am by **Theron Nikolas**

Okay, Cage, let's make this one personal.

We're two dogs fighting over the same piece of meat, so let's have both of us act like it. You said it best yourself; you gained Ares’ trust and stabbed him in the back at Pain for Pride. You left him and Jaywalker high and dry to be fed to the wolves. But, that doesn’t paint you in a bad light, does it? We should be impressed! Look at the gall of Diamond Cage, ladies and gentlemen, for he got himself close enough to Ares Vendetta to stab the man in the back! Stand up and applaud! No other name in this company certainly wouldn’t have the testicular fortitude to do such a thing! He fears no man! He fears no group! He fears nothing! He trusts no one! Don’t Trust Anybody! Don’t Trust Anybody! Don’t Trust Anybody! They're the only bad people in this story, aren't they? The things that they did to you at Dia Del Diablo was the greatest mistake that they could have made. Lannister never took in the consequences of walking away to allow you to face… the exact same treatment as they did at Pain for Pride.

The pot calling the kettle black, Cage.

You’re no different; you tried playing this game and now you’re kicking and screaming because they’re playing it too. But, we’re not meant to see the picture like that. We’re meant to see you as the victim. We’re meant to see you as the man standing on the right side and those four standing on the wrong one. We hold common enemies, but the validity of our reasons for your lust for war and mine are miles apart. I look for war because of the atrocity that I endured at Dia Del Diablo. I have Tiberius Jones the respect of allowing him the chance to prepare to defend that championship, rather than simply jarring that knife into his back. In return, Tiberius didn’t afford me the same favour. While you - you look for war because you’re not happy someone simply got even.

But, you’re right in one matter; I did put up one hell of a fight at Dia Del Diablo. A fight that few in this business’s history could accomplish.

It could just be a once in a lifetime thing for me. There’s a chance that I’ll never be able to accomplish the same feat again. That’s what you’re banking on. You’ve made a career on fighting the good fight; placing yourself through unbearable tortures in the hopes of achieving those things that you desire. There may be truth to the words that Diamond Cage is in fact; unbreakable. It was that spirit and belief that turned you into the EAW Champion, even if it were for only a short while. I know, I’m certainly not in a position to judge - but, that’s certainly not going to stop me. You were meant to be one of the kings of this business, weren’t you. Spare me of that, you were never meant to be anything bullshit too. This business was meant to be yours. You had to adulation of the people. They loved you. They live vicariously through you. When you won that World Championship, it was like they had won it too. What happened to all of that? What happened to the man that this business once feared? The war with DEDEDE; the battles against Zack Crash’s armies. The man that stood against the Ironfist; the man that had a four hundred pound monster leap from twenty feet above to crush him, and that STILL not be enough to keep him down. I’d certainly love to meet that man. But, that man’s gone, isn’t he? That man died the moment that Xavier Williams ripped that EAW Championship out of your lifeless hands. You tucked your tail between your legs and you left. You left those around you to pick up the pieces that you broke down. You pissed away everything that you had built for yourself. You tore down to the walls to the kingdom that you had built. You turned your back on everyone that supported you to the fullest. You’d come back, but you were never the same man. The people cheered! Diamond Cage; their unsung hero had returned!

And then, almost as quickly as it had happened - Diamond Cage was gone again.

But, you deserve this, right? You deserve to be standing in this position now. You deserve the chance to compete for the opportunity to fight the champion for his championship. Ladies and Gentlemen! Diamond Cage is back! He’s going nowhere! Rejoice! Sing! Celebrate! It’s time for him to take what is his! It’s time to watch him break down Triumvirate! Run Jaywalker! Run Ares Vendetta! Run Lannister! Run Tiberius Jones! I don’t believe it. Hollow words mean nothing from a hollow man. I’m not going to threaten your career. I’m not going to run on claims that hold absolutely no merit. You can keep your threats; I’m sure you have them by the dozen. Retribution over your own action. Violence comes with the sport. Make me get used to the taste of my own blood. Nothing you do is going to matter on Showdown. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. I’ve played this in my head over and over again; Theron Nikolas stands tall - Diamond Cage falls.

I’ll make sure to enjoy my time on that little list of names you have once you do.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 10th 2017, 12:07 am by **showster26**

Voltage Promo #3

Thursday, 1:27 A.M., Bern, Switzerland.

(The scene opens on the city streets as a dense, heavy rain falls, somewhat obscuring most of the lens’ field of vision. Suddenly the camera jerks upward.)

???: “Look at itttt.”

(In the frame is the Kindlifresserbrunnen, or more particularly, the statue that rests inside the fountain’s center. A long silent moment passes as the camera holds on the graven image of an ogre, his mouth opened wide, about to feast upon a small human infant, with several more inside a sack at the ogre’s feet. The camera is tugged away from the fountain, Bringing into frame with an extreme close up, the being known as Solomon Caine. He stares Intensely at the camera with his bloodshot eyes unblinking as the rain pours down over him. An angry and evil expression painted on his face.)

Caine: “Do you see it? Do you understand it's message? How there is no resistance in being devoured, and life ending before it began. Do you see it Christopher?! Or can you only see what lies at the very tip of your nose? Do you lack the basic comprehension to decipher the truth? Let us explain it then. These small, children, they are all of mankind vein gathered up, and being destroyed by a force greater than they could ever fight against. That force consumes them whole without a moment’s pause, and soon enough the last of men falls his victim. We know what your skewed mind is thinking. No, the monster here is not me. The monster is all of the trapping that have brought about the downfall of men for far too long. Greed, charity, laziness, ineptitude, illness, and ego. All of these form a demon that has plagued humanity to the point of where they become willing victims, and live only to feed these evils that have perverted this entire world. Men like you Christopher. Men like you, who whole heartedly give themselves over to their wicked desires as harlots. Oh how you all bend over backwards to serve your masters, never realizing that in exchange for your heart and mind, and they feed you is lies which poison you, and rot your flesh from the inside. This is what comes to those who chase after Vanity, this is what the reward is for those who declare themselves to be Elite. And what is all the worst is that you corrupt all who gaze upon you. You turn them from what is needed to see the glorious reign upon this earth. You turn them keep them blind, and perpetually wandering this earth, making themselves slaves, and forever chasing purpose in that which has no meaning. You keep the masses of this world bound and shackled with every boast and every insult. You condemn millions with your actions. And what for? Have you not toiled and labored for years without any of your deeds baring any fruit? Did not your single moment of glory, come and go with no fan fare, and did it bare nothing close to significance? It was empty and hollow trinket, one that brought you neither the glory nor honor you have sought after. All that you accomplished by taking possession of the New Breed Championship, was to bring down a curse upon your own head for ever man, woman, and child who looked upon you with awe. All it brought to you was woe and misery as a just reward for everyone you helped condemn to suffering in the flood of fire. For every ounce of worship you stole from the masses, another lash across your back. For every child who gazed upon you in wonder, another horror so great we dare not even speak of it.

That is why Christopher, that is why we must do what we must this Sunday. We must beat you and batter you. We must rend your flesh and stain our hands with your blood. We must leave you shattered in body and spirit, for in your destruction there might be a great many who may yet be spared. When the eyes bare witness to your demise, how they could see the folly of following in your path. How they might turn from the same evils that lead you to your ultimate end. How they should see that to deny us as you have, is to chain themselves to a never ending nightmare! One that they shall never awaken from! One that shall haunt them every moment that they continue to draw breath, one that shall terrify them till the End Of Ages! That is what is unshakably, and undeniably the truth. That is what lays in wait for all in this world, and you Christopher, you shall serve as an example, a mere taste of the complete and utter ruin that they all shall know. Yes they shall watch you crumble before us, just as they shall watch all that they idolized fall and lay beneath their feet. All that the heathens had placed on pedestals, shall become nothing more than dust.

You doubt our ability to do so? What should make you so confident? Do you really believe you could our run is? Do you not think that the moment you are in our grasp, that we shall not squeeze the very last breath you take out from you?! Do you not think that with blow that we seek to leave you broken and crippled? Or do you believe that your guard would save you from our wrath? We have no quarrel with him, but should he try and aid you, he shall share in living hell your life shall soon become. No Christopher, there is no escaping what we have planned for you. Even if you were to slip past us on Sunday, we would hunt you down for all eternity to see all we have foretold of you come to fruition. For while you only seek what is gone in but a day, we prepare the way for that which is eternal. We have already done so much, but there is still much to do. This flesh which serves us shall help bring about our rule upon tutus earth. It shall turn back the tide against the wicked filth like you who have ailed this earth for far too long. We shall see the rightful order of life restored, we shall see the end of those who worship vanity, those who are too weak to provide for themselves, those who are ill and inept, and those who protect, feed, and shelter these wretches. The time is coming, every moment it all draws nearer. The flames, the glorious reign, and soon, your end Christopher.

So continue to mock us and our brethren. Make light of us, and slander our names. Obsess over the one named Ryan Adams. Do all this while you still may. For nothing can stop what we have planned. There is no force great enough to stand against it, there is none who can resist it. And when it is unleashed, there shall be none who can escape it.

Take heed of this warning, listen well while you may. Know that all we foretell, shall soon be made so.”

(Caine shoves the camera man away before turning away from the statue, kneeling down on both knees, and turning his gaze up towards the sky above him as the rain continues to pour down without mercy.)

The End.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 9th 2017, 11:48 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Empire #3

Hilarious!!! I’m dying here because of more references to the fact THAT MY ENGLISH IS BAD! Like what the hell? I thought all of those jokes died along with StarrStan’s commentary run on Empire.

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Those people you mentioned. They are and still will be my past. Erica Ford? Someone you let me down all the time when it came down to showing up for matches? Miss Manami? Someone who never saw the potential that I had unlocked on my own? You think these people helped me out in my past? Nope! I had an unreliable partner who had I carried through my time with her who thought she could be anything but a waste of space. And Manami… Well, she became a roadblock when I realized that I was destined for greater things than her. She’s stuck to her way of the past kind of training while I have evolved. Turning Strong Style mainstream again and all of that was without Manami’s help. I no longer see her as a mentor but as a roadblock, just like you’re one. Something stopping my eventual rise, it’s just a matter of time till that. Regardless of what you say or do or even think, it’s going to result in you losing this match. All the effort you put in when trying to get into my head will fail because right now. I’m still not interested in you, April. You’re still not a credible champion in my eyes!

AND YOU NEVER WILL BE! I don’t see someone who has the best chance of leaving Empire before the year’s end to be the person I put my faith as the EAW Specialist champion. You’re like a once every half a decade kind of wrestler, above average at best when it comes to the ring. The people who mentioned throughout this week… well, minus Erica Ford would be a once in a decade kind of talents. I’m still above that.

I’m above the woman considered The Greatest Joshi Of All Time because she’s a normal little roadblock on my road to greatness now. Just like how you are this week’s roadblock for me. I’m crashing right through you without a care in the world. It’s just that you aren’t a big enough threat for me to care about, there’s everything to lose for you and everything to gain for me. After all your trash talk about how I’m a second rate average wrestler, how will it feel when you get put down by that same wrestler? That I truly am THE ACE OF EMPIRE!

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Right now I’m going to come back to you April, I just need to talk to someone else… and a little special message to the ever-so-popular leader of Empire. Hi Tarah, see how badly your chosen champion is failing? If are then good because your attempt in giving me some sort of punishment match has failed! Miserably failed, good luck next time Ms. GM but if you really want to call me out for my loss at Dia Del Diablo then you could have given a better opponent! Watch your little plan crumble! You have a nice day now.

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Back to you, April! We’re just a little more than 24 hours away from your eventual loss to The Ace of Empire. I see you talking about your body in terrible condition from your previous matches and I’m fine with that, saying that stuff won’t make me any less aggressive on my way to defeating you. You’re a professional wrestler! You work through with that shit, if some sort of minor pain is bothering you then leave the damn business because you won’t be able to handle the EAW Schedule! There’s no offseason for you, you fight through the pain or you leave! Regardless of what you do, people will not give a crap about your pain because they’ll see it as weakness.

“Weakness is a sin” They drill that motto into you over and over again in the small dojos around Japan. You show signs of weakness then expect your opponent to completely and utterly rip through you and I’m just going to do that.

And it’s not just you that I have to worry about. See April during our match, we’ve got a special guest on commentary. Can’t forget about good ole Half-breed over there, it’s going to be fun with her over. It’s amazing because I can’t seem to get her out of my way, always being a thorn in my side. What a nice way to absolutely showcase to her how much better am I.

So at the end of all of this, the one that’s going to be the talk of the week will be yours truly. “The Ace prevails against the so-called professional” or “The Swan Song comes to crashing halt thanks to a Hizageri” which do you prefer as the headlines for the Friday Morning EAW News? Regardless of which, the results will still read as “The Ace Of Empire” Azumi Goto beats The Specialist Champ, April Song.

And if you don’t like what I’ve said as I always say you all can simply…

Assen~Na Yo!

Re: EAW Promoz! August 9th 2017, 10:21 pm by **Revy**

-My Apologies to Madison for the late promo. I had intended to post this earlier so you can respond, but my internet died and I had to go to work. Sorry <3-

The Power of Love

Revy is in a Marty McFly vest at a local bar where she has a lager in one hand and a game controller in shape of a gun in the other as she is playing the arcade version of “Wild Gun Men” Revy takes a drink and starts firing and landing all her shots and gets a high score. Revy types in her name “RLM.” Revy puts down her drink and gun and looks towards the camera.

So Maddie, we meet again. You probably don’t remember me, but we met at Pain for Pride X in that Divide and Conquer match. You know, that match you won, got a title shot, I was disappointed, because quite frankly, I don’t care about you. Then you got your title shot, and you lost, and funny as it turns out, I did care because I laughed my ass off when you lost, and now here we are again. It wasn’t that long ago, and gosh darn it, if there was only a certain time machine that can go back to the past so that we can change the events of what happened. I mean, surely, you must have some regret in being unable to beat Aria Jaxon, and you must be asking yourself, “God damn it, if only I did this and was more aggressive here and there, then maybe, just maybe, I would be successful now.”

I mean, that’s some real heavy shit right there. But the past is the past, and normally, I’d say if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything, but I guess your mind just simply wasn’t into it a few weeks ago. But hey, not everyone can be a winner, but it looks like we have something in common that you’re a loser just like me. I mean, we’re practically besties now. Ok, that’s a stretch, but what I’m saying is, you lost and I’m enjoying it at your expense, and I want to say “Thank You.”

Now don’t take these two little words for granted. I’m not really known for being this polite, so allow me to explain myself. I’ve seen what you can do, and now, I want to see more of it. Nothing revs me up more than a worthy opponent that can push me to my limit, and Madison Kaline, here’s look at you, girl. Because you are basically like a roller coaster. First I was sad when you won, then you lost and I was having so much fun, and then whatever it is you share with your little boy toy made me sick to my stomach that I threw up a little, but I am looking forward to ride “Madison Kaline : The New Low.” And you know what? I think I’m going to do it. I think I’m tall enough to ride this ride, and I’m going to own it. I’m going to beat you. Not because I’ve won my last two matches, but because, dare I say, because I’m excited. Yeah yeah, I know. Excitement isn’t the correlation with winning, but it really does add to the ego of things, and I got to admit, I’m really feeling it.

So what can you expect on Empire tomorrow night? Well, personally, I’d like to see you lose again, but if not, it’s not all too bad because I’m finally transitioning into that sweet spot of where I want to be. No longer am I facing the newbies and scrubs, I’m facing Madison Fuckin’ Kaline. And despite what you have with Keelan, the power of love that you share makes me so sick, it’s probably the equivalent of going back in time and your mom having the hots for ya, I really want this. I need this. Because how I do here may very well dictate the direction the future goes for little ole Revy. If I lose, I’ll have to start back at zero, but if I win and put up a good fight, I can face some of the toughest bitches EAW has to offer, because lets be frank, you didn’t win the women’s title, so you aren’t really the toughest bitch. But damn it, you are a start, and I can admit and respect that.

But you know what? Don’t put your head down yet. Keep your chin up. Because Madison, as cheesy as it sounds, I know you can do it. I know you can reach the level of success that you want in your career. I want you to be happy. Because as satisfying as it was to see you have the opportunity only to lose it all right there and then, it’s not that same has seeing you have it all and then losing everything else in the process. Because the bigger they are, the harder they fall, and you have not fallen yet. But I suppose that’s not a bad thing since this, Revy vs Madison Kaline, is happening, and you still got some real fight in ya. So Madison, do yourself, I want you to take your man Keelan, strip that mother fucker down, including the Calvin Klein, grab that D, and just go to town on him. Make him squeal like a pig and ride that son of a bitch until you are all aggressive and intense. Because if the power of love is anything, it’s the damn adrenaline rush you get after you had sex. Atleast for women, I think that was in a science article or something. But but, yeah, you fuck that boy senseless and you make your way to the ring, where I’m going to rough you up so hard, your going to look at your boyfriend the next time you do the dance of the beast with two backs, and you are going to kill yourself, because Girl, these fingers are magic. They don’t just pull triggers, they get you off too. No, not like that. Get your heads out of the gutter. I mean this.

Pulls out the middle finger

Fuck you in both the literal and most nonliteral sense. Your boyfriend’s a bitch, and unfortunately for you, Madison, you are not Empire’s next top bitch. Boom goes the dynamite. You mad, Maddie? I kid I kid, well, not really. Keelan comes off like a bitch. But sincerely, in all behind these jokes, I really do look forward in getting my hands on ya and doing things. What can I possibly learn from you? Probably not much. But what I can show you is. Don’t take money . Don’t take fame. Don’t need no credit card to ride this train. It’s strong and it’s sudden, and it can be cruel sometimes. But it might just save your life. Because that’s the power of Revy.

Now lets see what is in the news. Oh, Revy is rising star of the week. The future is looking real good.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 9th 2017, 10:04 pm by **Keisha Carter**

KEISHA CARTER VS. DAISY THRASH PROMO #2

The video starts with a shot of Keisha's face, and her hurriedly walking backstage at The Wiener Stadhalle. She's already wearing her ring gear, quite shiny, if a bit too much so, and it seems that she's recording this video using her own phone. All in all, she looks much more well rested than she did in her previous promo.

She waves at the camera using her free hand.

KEISHA CARTER: Hey y'all again! It's me, Keisha and now I'm backstage at the site of the next Empire show, getting ready to go out and fight Daisy Thrash in just a few days! Anyways, I'm already backstage and stuff because I wanted to see how I would look wearing my blinged-out gear, because all of this needs to look amazing for my very first EAW win!

Her face goes from a grin to a more thoughtful look, still looking at the camera. She sidesteps an incoming stagehand to avoid breaking any of the equipment.

KEISHA CARTER: Fine, maybe I am getting a bit ahead of myself, but wouldn't you be excited about this shit too? Going from NEO to Empire in a single show, against the same person who beat me? Getting a chance to right some wrongs, come out on top? Like, why would anyone not be excited about all those things? Seriously, if you ain't, that is total BS.

Keisha rolls her eyes, as she continues to walk, turning right and into a room filled with boxes of makeup, a vanity table and mirror, as well as a couch.

KEISHA CARTER: Now, I have brought you all into my dressing room, where I put on tons of makeup and other stuff so that when I get out there...

Keisha points outside, to the door leading to the Stadium.

KEISHA CARTER: I don't look haggard or anything like that! I need to be ready to look my best when I get out there and fight, ya hear? When I get out there and go fight for my dreams, I need to look good doing it.

KEISHA CARTER: Sure, Daisy, maybe you think of me as a tiny domino to be toppled over, to just be left behind the dust as you conquer Empire. Well honey, Ms. Money don't crack that easy! Maybe you have your mind focused on "bigger things", but let me tell you something.

Keisha raises her eyebrow.

KEISHA CARTER: Sometimes, it's the things you underestimate the most that beat your ass. KEISHA, OUT.

The video ends.

Re: EAW Promoz! August 9th 2017, 9:32 pm by **AlexisDiemos**

“Do you really think that I find you to be something fearful, Vexx? You? Someone who has been around for only long enough to contemplate the idea of my family, and you threaten my beautiful sister with harming me? You threaten Cailin, my beautiful and deadly sister with my destruction, and you think that I’ll just smile and pass you by? That’s adorable Vexx. You really are adorable. Especially with how you think that Cailin is the real threat of my family. Or what is it that you feel about me? Do you think I’m one of those bird mothers...one that will consume her young to survive? Do you understand what my family actually is Vexx? Or are you so reluctant to move away from your viewpoint, to look at me and actually realize what you are facing off against. Do you know what it is that makes things like me such a threat Vexx? It’s that, no matter how many times I am put down or swept away or washed from the face of the earth. No matter how many times people try to move the spotlight from me...what they all discover when they look at me is...I am an inescapable force. I am a sweeping torrent of shadow and laughter. The isle of misfit toys crowned queen. I am the MOTHER OF NIGHTMARES! I don’t think that you are quite comprehending that so let me give you a little background shall I, Vexx?

The Split Mouthed Woman came to me! She answered my nightmares with her beautiful voice, and she gifted me with my calling. Not only would I be the mother of two beautiful children, but I would be the adopted mother of countless others. And not only that, Vexx, but I am a living breathing Urban Legend, a genuine nightmare made flesh, while you play around with the idea of insanity. You toy with the concept of this fabricated reality, as if you are indeed a master of the shadows, but you aren’t. You are, as Erebus once was, a parody. You are the facsimile creation of your own madness, whereas I was my own creation. I have crafted myself from the image of a legend. I am myth made real. I am a mother’s anger and mercy rolled into one destructive package. And you want to talk about how when you go through me, that you’ll come after the lethal destructive force that is the Poison Ivy of Empire...Cailin Dillon? You really do think of yourself as something entirely different don’t you Vexx? Do you think you are the first to overlook me? To look past what I am and pretend like I’m some little fucking joke to you? I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at your vague attempt at a challenge to me, but let me tell you something, little lost lamb. This isn’t your playground yet. This is a world enshrouded in darkness, and chaos, and it is a world that you might think you have a handle on, but you don’t.

Overlook me at your own risk, little lamb. I am a force to be reckoned with by anyone. I have toppled queens and stood face to face with kings and I have smiled in the face of both. I have torn apart prince and pauper alike. I have scaled the walls of deceit and have found my fingers bloody, but I still swung the sword all the same, your threats do not scare me. This scar upon my neck, from my first encounter with my dear Fräulein isn’t just a bit of special effects makeup, this is the real deal. The scar that rests just above my eye, from Tarah Nova cracking my head through a cinder block, that isn’t for show. This face paint that I wear isn’t fear tactics makeup, it is my warpaint. It’s the face that the Split Mouthed Woman gave to me, that is the true face of a nightmare. I am no false darkness. I am no insanity with no cause, I am no raving madwoman with a strong fist. I am a genuine force of fucking nature Vexx.”

Alexis laughed to herself as she laid herself back on the ‘bed’ of broken glass that lay underneath her. Her mismatched eyes gazing up at the camera, her tongue lolling out as the makeup seemed to consume her, covering her face rapidly. With every moment the change seemed to be more and more brutal, almost twisting her until her very gaze seemed to be more animalistic then human.

“Vexx, you’ve only scratched the surface of the monsters in EAW. Now you chose to dive into the deep end of Empire...where the real demons lurk. And you think that because you cut your teeth, that your serrated incisors can compete with mine? My dear...you’re a shark fighting against a Leviathan. And when my teeth close around you...and you drown in your own blood...I think you’ll understand fear. In a far better sense then you could possibly imagine.”

Re: EAW Promoz! August 9th 2017, 9:28 pm by **Lucas Johnson**

Showdown Promo #1 - Reality Is Going Come....

You god damn right it was a threat Mister Brian Daniels....and guess what you didn't want to meet my demands? I took the maters into my own hands, and took out the trash in Nobi and the worst National Elite Champion in history.......Stark! That suit is hiding the true colors of who you really are Brian Daniels, you are not even a few weeks into your new job and I am not one happy camper. I wish you weren't jerking off to Robbie V that much before Pain for Pride X cause if you were still wrestling I would take you out within seconds. I would run in circles around you because you wouldn't be able to hang with the hottest talent that Showdown has to offer. I said this once and I shall say it again the executives around here like to play with old toys even though they have fresh new ones in-front of them just look at Diamond Cage. An old toy that was hand picked by one Brian Daniels for a number one contenders match. The winner of the match heads to Territorial Invasion for the EAW Championship match against Tiberius IV. In my opinion Diamond Cage already has the victory in his hands it is really just a warm up match against Theron Nikolas so Daniels doesn't get hate for hand picking a challenger for an event like Territorial Invasion. Another "star" you could say that the top executives in this company want to some how protect is the man that is sitting on my throne, the current National Elite Champion Stark. Yes the same Stark that was sent to the injury shelf by yours truly. I don't care if Stark had a fluke win against me a few weeks ago everyone knows on Showdown that Stark is being protected and he is another false idol in this company. Why do you people think Brian Daniels is refusing to give my rightful title match? Why do you think he is making me take the long route? Do I deserve to prove myself? Hell no! People around here get treated like kings if they had a hundred and six day title reign like I did holding the prestigious New Breed Championship. A title that was near and dear to my heart, something I cherished and something that I will never forget. The shit I went through in my life, dealing with being bullied in middle school because I wasn't the best athlete. Then finally getting my ass to join something that I loved for my whole life that I grew up watching on television and that is wrestling. I started learning amateur wrestling in my last year of middle school then continued to learn my craft through high school and being the number one ranked prospect coming out of High School so I got a full scholarship to The Ohio State University. Kicking ass in high school gyms in Atlanta to winning multiple NCAA Division One Heavyweight Titles at The Ohio State University. Through it all, the highs and lows and continuing onto signing with the best wrestling company in the world the one goal I had was making sure every person on this roster felt the same pain I did as a child. Bringing out the monster in me and putting the fears in the eyes of children and even adults. Still to this day people see me as just another person. Two years now of hard work. Blood, sweat and tears and YET PEOPLE DON'T SEE ME AS THE TOP STAR I DESERVE TO BE! THE SPOTLIGHT SHOULD BE ON ME, I SHOULD BE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! People only see me as a angry young talent that is crazy and is living in the Fantasy World. Well what these idiots don't know is that they are the ones living in this little Fantasy land. Sooner or later I am going to flip this fantasy world upside down and make it reality and reality is going to slap everyone on this roster across the face when Lucas Johnson once again wins championship gold and take out the false idol named Stark.

You know what blows my mind? People say I deserve nothing, don't admire that I was the one that put the false idol on the shelf. All of you idiots should wake the fuck up and realize I am the one with Stark's mask that he wore back in the day. Marks of blood on it and I am going to bring it Saturday night and bring it to the grand stage on Showdown and show the world that I am going to beat whoever they put in-front of me until they are laying in the middle of my ring in a pile of there own blood. Nine months. Nine long months it took me to capture the EAW New Breed Championship and time continues to tick because I have all the time in the world. People quit cause they can't hang with people like me in the ring anymore it happens all the time here. But another thing that happens around here that refuse to believe is injuries caused by yours truly. Stark is one of them, Finnegan Wakefield, Kelly Hackenschmidt and soon to be Nobi with the false idol. I am two hundred seventy pounds of anger. Pain for Pride X was my day of reckoning as my life flashed before my eyes when my title was stolen from me. Well Nobi and Stark I have some news for the both of you. You may not like it but I certainty do...Both of you are going to experience your own Day of Reckoning when I torture both of you along with my tag team partner Prince of Phenomenal. Now I must admit Prince of Phenomenal proved to me he is truly Phenomenal back at Dia Del Diablo and earned a National Elite Championship Match. But! Brian Daniels claims that I will NOT get a championship match until after Territorial Invasion? I don't think so! I hope both of your pain tolerance is high because I am not stopping the beating you both are going to get until I get MY championship match! If I need to put Nobi to sleep and put Stark back on the injury shelf? Then so be it because I don't care. Both of you are going to experience what I felt as a child and that is pain. Pain you cannot describe. Pain you don't want to feel ever again. After Saturday night I will be the one laughing when reality slaps you across the face. Here comes the pain......

Re: EAW Promoz! August 9th 2017, 8:43 pm by **Cage.**

What we had on Showdown, was a failure to communicate. As much as I YELL, and I BEG, AND SCREAM AND SHOUT AS LOUD AS I CAN NOBODY SEEMS TO LISTEN!! Until... I start piling bodies, until I start swinging a barbwire 2x4, and then I'm viewed as “crazy” or I'm “out of control” or I'm just a barbaric buffoon who doesn't know when to stay down. But I'm not any of those things, I'm a guy who knows what it takes to get what I want and if it's fighting the entire Triumvirate at the same time then so be it, if it's taking them out one by one, so be it. Because this is the hand we have been given, it's either kill or be killed now and I wouldn't want it any other way. Either they kill me, or I kill them first before they kill me and I'll be damned if I sit around and wait and cooperate with a general manager or put my trust and faith in someone once again just to get my ass kicked some more. To hell with that, I live by the code now of D.T.A, DON'T TRUST ANYBODY! Everyone is the enemy, even those who have the same common enemy as me. Right now, at this moment, Brian Daniels is the enemy because of this “I have to maintain order” bullshit, anyone who thinks they are going to take the Triumvirate down is the enemy. Normally I wouldn't do this and I shouldn't but at your own risk, don't get in my way. The world knows my thirst for vengeance and my addiction to rage is equally matched by my addiction to the EAW Championship, I had it once, and it's worse to have had that taste of it on your lips than to never have had it at all and I like it. It's what I live for and it is what has me in this crazed state, a state in which I am willing and GOING to fight anyone and everyone to get what the hell I want.

You replay a dream in your mind of you standing over me that you'll eventually have to wake up from.

One thing you are going to learn about me on Showdown is simply, I don't care who you are as well, I don't care for your story and what happened to you don't mean shit to me. They could have taken your family, ended your career and left your body in Tijuana, don't leave no tear in my eye. It's obvious that you won't stay down and it does me no disservice to put you down, you fought like your life was on the line which garners respect and you haven't even won the EAW Championship. You want to talk about what your willing to do? I've been doing things in this company and in my life that makes your inspirational little performance at Dia Del Diablo look like like an after school special, but what about me that makes you think you'll easily use your sword as practice on me for when you take on those band of cowards? Is it my highs that make you think I don't have anything left in this body? So I put myself in pain as some kind of addict getting his quick fix and I'm just waiting for someone to kill me and put me out of my misery so I can stop coming back to this fucking company? Or is the lows? Is it my lows that leave you believe that maybe my time has passed me by? Maybe it's attrition kicking in? Maybe I'm holding onto past glory? I SIMPLY SAY NO! Your bravado is respectable but let me remind you that you aren't a winner, your a loser, and basically this match is for us to kill each other, I don't trust anyone, I don't trust why this match was made because obviously we both have the same enemy in sight, and obviously we wouldn't mind killing each other for a shot at the EAW Championship. So I'm asking you to challenge my hand, step up to plate because I've been in a really, REALLY, REALLY bad mood and if I have to end your young career then so be it, I don't care because I've been patient, I've been cooperating and that is far too much that I can fucking take at this moment before I explode and tear someone apart.

Pity, I never accept pity. I'm Diamond Fucking Cage.

You think I pay attention to anyone feeling sorry for me? I ASKED FOR THIS, EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED IN MY CAREER IS BECAUSE OF A PATH I TOOK THAT MOST MEN WOULDN'T! Nobody in EAW would get close to Ares Vendetta just to stab him in the back and watch him get his ass kicked because his “wrath” is that to be feared. I fear no man, no group, and I certaintly don't need anyone's pity, I don't put out the message, people feel what the fuck they want to feel, if you want to feel sorry for Diamond Cage then do whatever the hell you want but I don't have time for pity, I only have time for Retribution, Violence and blood that will be dished out and served cold. Can you blame me for trusting Lannister? Do you have a crystal ball like everyone who says I should of expected what the fuck happened at Dia Del Diablo, hell if you know so much you should of expected to get your ass kicked too dealing with Tiberius and maybe prevent that from happening. But you didn't know shit just like I didn't know shit so your just as deep in this fucking pity shit as much as me, but I won't show no pity or no remorse for you. You are in the way and it isn't even your fault, but I am telling you right now, Tread Lightly. You won't listen because your naive, your young and you like to play with fire until this fire shows you how much of an inferno it can become and it burns the flesh off your bones. But you can blame yourself for why you had to lose on Showdown because I refuse to lose on Showdown, I refuse to be the stepping stone for you or anyone who thinks that they know what Diamond Cage is all about and capable. You aren't the only man who is willing to go the depths of hell to fight demons until he comes face to face with the devil, we have something in common, were both scumbags, hell everyone in this company is a fucking scumbag, but in my world I'm the only good scumbag in a world full of shitty people. Bad people who have crossed me and will soon pay for it, I'm a mercenary, an unstoppable wrestling and fighting machine, I'm INDESTRUCTIBLE, I CAN'T DIE, I WON'T DIE! You'll see what I'm willing to do I don't need to talk about it because the whole world knows and the men who have been in the ring with me know I'm real, I'm the real fucking thing.

I have a simple plan;

Theron.

“Defeated”

Tiberius

“I'll commit regicide and burn your foundation to the ground”

Lannister

“ Turn Coat, You'll burn, and you will only have yourself to blame”

Ares Vendetta

“You escaped me, but your running soon ends and nobody in EAW has been able to get rid of you but I will be the hammer that drives the nail home in your coffin”

Jaywalker

“I owe nothing to you but I'll cut the head off the snake and hang it for display”

It's personal. That's your mistake, you think it isn't personal because your beef isn't with me? No it's personal because you are trying to take food off my plate and nobody is taking food off my plate ever again, not you, not the Triumvirate, not no alleged god. NOBODY IS TAKING FROM DIAMOND CAGE EVER AGAIN! So you bet your ass this is personal and when it's personal nobody gets as sick and twisted and violent and destructive as Diamond Cage, you'll find that out on Showdown. You'll find out why only three words keep raging through my mind. The three words that are burnt in my brain, and will continue to help me in my crusade to take those who have wronged me down and not only down but out for good. I'm not longer the monarch for just putting my body on the line to win, I'm the monarch for putting my body and life on the line to make sure the opposition no longer gets to move their body. I'm an executioner.

“Retribution.”

“Violence.”

“Blood.”

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