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Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 8:33 pm by **Ryan Marx**

Showdown Promo 2 – Ascension

The scene fades in and we find Ryan Marx seated at his desk, one hand holding his head and the other resting on his EAW Openweight Championship as it lies beside him. He stares at the belt, brow furrowed, before he looks to the camera.

I am appalled. Not at Maero stealing my trophy, no – that thing probably means more to him than it ever did to me, because you see, the value lies in the Openweight Championship. Which is still around my waist. No, what I am appalled at is the utter entitlement of some of the people on this show. Or maybe it's not entitlement, maybe it's just being handed everything. I am sickened that whilst I have worked hard for almost a year now in EAW – and even longer outside of it – I have only just been realised as deserving of a title again. Meanwhile, we have people like my opponent for this week, Theron Nikolas, being handed everything as if he were a beggar on the street. Not only do I have to deal with Maero acting as if his ability to try exceptionally hard to be intimidating makes him worthy of a shot at my title, but I also now need to fight a man who represents most of what I despise.

Handouts. Undeserving people. Vagueness.

Anyone who has witnessed my transformation into the Zeitgeist will know that I am not one to show anger, but there are times when it is called for. This week is one of those times. Last week, Maero stole a representation of glory from me – he didn't take the most valuable thing from me, though he dealt a blow with his symbolic thievery. And now this week, I fight someone who, despite only having been in EAW for a few months, already wants to steal the EAW World Championship. This is what Showdown has been reduced to post-draft. Their champions, their greatest assets, are being shoved aside and disrespected. Meanwhile, those who still have a lot to prove are being allowed to run this place.

Ryan slams a hand down on his Openweight Championship.

I am glad that I painted over this blue strap, for it does not represent me. I am not a man who will stand here waving the flag for a brand that rewards entitled men such as Theron and Maero. I am disgusted by Showdown, by what it represents as of now. And all this disgust, all this frustration, shall be directed at my opponent this week.

You have already heard of my initial opinions from Soledad earlier this week. Those opinions still remain. For I am resolute in what I believe to be the truth, and thus, I gain strength. I gain the ability to stand before people who deny me, who slander me, and not tremble. It means I can confront this man, Theron Nikolas, and not feel fear. At first, I was content with not showing my face this week. But I knew that I had to grace your screens, that I had to sit here and prove that I am unwavering. An undefeated streak? A 24/7 Contract? Those achievements do not cause my knees to break under the weight of terror. I have faced men with greater achievements: world champions, Hall of Famers, men who would have you believe they are the living embodiment of God. And though I may not have been successful in every venture, I never showed fear. I never allowed their achievements, which many would argue outweigh mine, petrify me. Many men have fallen before Theron, but am I afraid of the trail of blood that follows him? No, for the streak of red that I leave in my wake stretches far beyond his own.

And that streak is made not just of the blood of my enemies, but of my own blood. It is a testament to the hard work I have put into being recognised. But it is also a statement on my philosophy. I don't walk on mere stone, I tread upon a path painted with my own suffering, for in sacrifice I grow stronger. It is that sacrifice, that ability to die and then revive yourself as a stronger person, that leads to success. That is something Theron does not understand. His winning streak has hindered him from feeling actual pain, the kind that makes you a better person. All warriors fight, but they fight harder when the possibility of death scratches at their skin. But if death happened to strike, and you were revived, you would know better than to fall into it's grasp the same way again. Theron does not have this knowledge. He is not prepared to fight a man who does not care about wins or losses, or even the idea of materialistic legacies. He could still win, of course, but he would experience hell. And that is something I would be proud of, it is something I want to do this coming Showdown. Taking your contract? A non-factor in the grand scheme of things. I just want to show you how unprepared you are for the glory you hunger for.

But the most humorous thing about your entire situation, Theron, is that you are blind to the reality of it all. You are so entitled that you dare to go against that which made you. The King's Guard. Now, I have already pointed out before how that group was a sinking ship from the moment it was created, yet you seemed loyal to it. And why wouldn't you be? They gave you everything. Then you left. What are you doing, cutting away the fat? But it is you who was the fat of the King's Guard. You are not the World Champion, and are instead the one who leaps across precarious platforms to find the prize you desire. Some would say you are courageous, that your honourable use of the 24/7 Contract is inspiring. Bravery? No, it is stupidity. If you were intelligent, you would have played that group for all it was worth. You would have drained them until they were a corpse hanging from you, and then you would drop them. You would do what I plan to do with every title I win, what I plan to do with this Openweight Championship. However, you are not me, Theron. You are not similar, and you need to reconsider your comparison to me. You got it wrong the moment the words left your mouth.

“We fight with the very core of our being to prove that we deserve to stand at the top of this company”. I do not fight to prove that I deserve to stand above everyone else – I know I already deserve that and more. No, I fight for the recognition that I have been denied over the years, I fight to prove my point: that I am superior. Not in terms of accolades, not in terms of 'legacy', and not in terms of how many people chant my name. I am superior in terms of my beliefs. My school of thought is the greatest of them all, for it empowers through a very simple message. Feel pain, and grow from it. This belief has made me better than all others for it allows me to withstand the greatest of wounds. It means that I do not need to cater to others, that I do not need their belief to thrive. I thrived when I was alone, I thrive now as I have followers who listen to me, and I would thrive even if the whole world was against me. That is success – the ability to excel despite the conditions. “Stop and start success”, you say? No. I know you aren't familiar with losing so you're not knowledgeable on pain, but success is not defined by wins. It is defined by how you develop from them. Success is a continuous cycle, and if you were to stop that cycle, you would have failed. Quitting after losing? Failure. Continuing and growing into a superior force that cannot be stopped, regardless of defeat? Success. That is what I am, Theron. “Three steps forward and two steps back”? No, I only ever walk forward, and if the path takes me to a dark place, I rise through the shadows a stronger man.

A pause, a smile, and then Ryan continues.

You said you wanted to be honourable, to cash-in your 24/7 Contract in the 'right way' – but let's face it, you're a spoiled brat at heart. Why else would you have jumped at the opportunity to join the King's Guard? And then why would you abandon them when you see them for the weak unit they are? Oh of course, because you got that contract, that key that doesn't even guarantee you a chance at the title you desire. You are right when you say you are getting ahead of yourself, though not just in terms of talking to Tiberius as if he will lose to you. No, you are getting ahead of yourself in terms of your value. Though you have many victories, you still have a long way to go before you will earn what every person here seems to crave. Respect. You could beat me, you could beat Tiberius, and you could run this ruined Showdown as its main event champion, but do you know what you wouldn't hold? My respect. You have not endured hardships, you have not proven you deserve this spot, which is what you wish you could do. Gold means nothing if it does not have a good reputation, and if you were to win that EAW World Championship, you would not be held in the same regard as others before you have. You would not paint that belt a glorious red with your wounds, for there would be none. And thus, you would not impact that title. You would instead be crushed by it, by the insurmountable suffering that has been infused into it from previous champions overwhelming you. Victory requires pain: pain you have not experienced, and pain I am well-versed in.

Accolade? Don't consider yourself that highly. I can see why you left Tiberius and his court of fools, you just don't know your value. When you joined that jester's stable, you were fed grapes as you sat back and relaxed, you observed a world painted in gold and were told that when you were ready, it would be yours to take. You didn't count on the thought of someone else stealing that world. On someone painting it black. And through all this ego-stroking, through all this coddling, you failed to realise that you did not yet compare to the gold statues you surrounded yourself with. You are not an idol. You are a man, a man who can and will eventually fall. And the day your world crumbles around you to reveal nothing but shadows, you will be forced to thrive or die. Right now, Theron, I fail to see how you could ever survive a world where defeat is the greatest gift you can receive. It hurts, but it saves you, and I have tasted it enough to become stronger through it. You though, it could very well kill you.

Ryan shoves the Openweight Championship off his desk, and it hits the ground off-camera. He looks down the lens, coming to sit upright.

Theron Nikolas, you believe yourself to be a god. You may not say it, you may not confess to it, but deep down, you feel it. You believe you will ascend using the bodies of those you have defeated before, and you are convinced you will sit atop the throne of EAW with not a single scar on your body. Your power comes from your name. “Hail Theron Nikolas”. But names mean nothing. A throne means little. And godhood is not something attained without bloodshed. Theron, you believe you are a god because you are yet to encounter one. You are yet to see what it looks like when a mortal is on the cusp of becoming a deity.

Rising from his seat, Ryan looks down at the camera, a smirk on his face.

This coming Showdown, you will have the displeasure of witnessing first-hand what that looks like. You will see the trail of red that follows me, the cloak of shadows that I wear. And you will hear the screams of agony ripping through your skull before you even feel the force of what a god can do.

Cut to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 7:17 pm by **Macho Man Johnny Nova**

What a frat boy douchenozzle we got over here. Ain’t nobody trying to drop a mic on you, you tend to do that to yourself when you insult this loyal EAW fans like you are God’s gift to the world. Let me let you in on a little secret…. The only drops I care about is me dropping each of my opponents over that top rope during the battle royal and making sure that I am the last man standing. You are so far off base if you think you have me pegged. You are dropping names like Jaden Zaxria and Gambit who aren’t even in the company anymore like they are supposed to mean something to me. For all I know you are just listing off people that catfished you over the past few years. You are trying to be a playboy coming off more like a cosmo. With your worn out two tone shirt and your expensive shades, you really think you are something don’t you? Let me let you in on another little secret…. None of these fans care, I don’t care and no one in this match cares. It doesn’t matter what you wear, it doesn’t matter how many insults you throw, none of that is going to stop each of your opponents from trying to rip you limb from limb to make sure that they walk out the number one contender for that National Elite Title. You are so wrapped up in your own little social media world you fail to see the big picture. You're the kind of cat that would walk out in traffic and get hit by a buss because you got your head down looking at that iphone, begging for the love and appreciation you will never receive in the real world because you are just a plain unlikeable person. Let me spell it out for you chicken legged mamma’s boy. S.U.R.V.I.V.E! That is all that matters and if I have to dismantle you in the ring in front of all my fans to see and toss your limp body over the top rope so be it.

You didn’t gain a win over POP, you stole a win by breaking up a pin and letting Kaise do the rest of the work. The world saw it. That being said a win's a win so let me once again congratulate you, but nobody has your back this week when that bell rings. No amount of followers and retweets can save you from getting tossed over that top rope ass over tea kettle when that bell rings. You are all bark no bite, call me a curtain joker, call me what you will be the entire world knows your soft. Baby lotion soft. If you eliminate me in a dream you better wake up and apologize. You are in for the fight of your life, continue to take me lightly, continue to treat the fans like they are peasants beneath you, we will all have a good laugh when your laying on the floor crying like the little titty baby you truly are. I will humble you, I will expose you and I will survive. So bring your best, but do me a favor don’t forget you facebook live your disappointment when you are one of the first people walking back up that ramp.

This Saturday night "is going to be ugly", you are right about one thing. The ass whipping I am going to bestow upon you will make children cry, women weep and make you utterly unrecognizable by anyone you have ever loved. Remember who you called a curtain jerker when you are laying on your back outside of that ring, remember, because the fans will remember and after all the shit that has spewed out of your mouth this week they will never forget it. #NovaGonnaMakeABitchHumble.

(Nova pauses, reaches into his pocket to put on his shades….and then stops.)

No additional gimmick needed for this clown.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 6:26 pm by **Mstislav**

It takes time to build a kingdom, but it also takes time to topple one. A few battles won cements one’s standing, however it takes the loss of a war to end it as well. I’ve lost battles among battles, and yet I still conquer the war. Because while it seems I have lost something indeed, it only feels like it due to the unrelenting issue that people have with me. I’m not mad TLA beat me, hell he did his god damn best, and I just happened to get the shorter end of the stick.But that isn’t now, that is the past. Because now TLA and I are being heard. Kenny Drake is doing a better job than Lance Hart ever did in giving people chances. Because now we have contender after contender vying for that title, and the people most able, and the people willing to try whatever it takes to win, are in this. And you know what I welcome the fucking challenge. TLA you and I we go way back. This is the first time we are in this against each for a title we both want. And this also isn’t the last time we both teamed up to face a man we had animosity toward. Remember that time on Dynasty, we both wanted what we believed to be ours, the National Elite title, but now we want something bigger, better, and more prestigious. Because when we chased for that title, we fought against scum that did everything he could squirm his way to keeping the title. He cheated you out many times, and Monroe turned a blind eye to it many times. And the sad thing is he cheated his way to take that title from me. But why bring this up you ask TLA, because I want you to know that Jamie, oh Jamie is even worse. Because unlike Corrupt, what you bring to the table is all you can do to beat him.Everything you throw is going to help you beat him. You can’t be complacent and I know you know this, so you must be annoyed that I am even considering telling you this. But you need to know. Hell I needed this reminder for myself. Because I got to remember something. This isn’t going to be easier than all the other matches I’ve been in.

I’ve been in a rut lately, a rut of dominance, and I too have gotten complacent. It was with my defeat at the hands of Nas and TLA that truly opened my eyes to what I need to do. I need to reinvent myself. I am still the king of Voltage, I am still the Russian King, I am still the being of magnificence that people can only dream of being. However that doesn’t mean I’ve reached my peak. I’ve got a long way to climb and I know it will take more fire, it will take more pressure, it will take my god damn life to do what I need to do in order to get to where I wanna be. Because my kingdom right now it is under fire. And the poor pauper wants to take what is mine from me. I don’t need a title to keep my crown, all I need to do it make a point. However that goes I do know one thing. Whether or not I win the title, Jamie is going to know first hand that I am not to be trifled with. Because that is what I fucking do I reinvent, I reconsider, and I recommit myself to showing people like Jamie why my yard is my yard, and why they’re just inhabitants in a world that I have made. I’ve beaten him before, and you know what I did have help in the end anyways. Because I took a crowbar and smacked his head in, and due to force unknown, a man named Demon decided to stick his nose in it. Could Jamie have come back and beat me I don’t know. But what I do know is this one thing. I did what I could to take advantage of Jamie’s mindset in the match. This man was on a roll and on a mission to get what was his back in his possession. Because he knows, he shouldn’t have lost to Lannister, he knows he shouldn’t have lost at King of Elite, He knows all of this and yet it happened, and he had nothing but hatred in his heart since then.

Jamie, I don’t even need affirmation from you that I am right. Because from your anger alone I can already tell that you hold an animosity towards me that is unwarranted. You call my reign a dud, a sham that because of the man I won it off wasn’t comparable to you. And you are right, Vic isn’t comparable to you, but you know what else isn’t comparable to you. My Match. My match was better than anything you could’ve ever done in my time here. At Pain for Pride 9 I stole the fucking show by not only beating Vic into submission but stomping a man’s head clean into a turnbuckle. I did things to survive and you know what I’ll do it again. Because on that fucking campaign to get what I wanted you know what I did Jamie. I took advantage of YOUR complacency. While yes Demon did help me out in the end, you know what he didn’t do. He didn’t swing a crowbar into your fucking skull because you got cocky. That is one of the reasons that you are so fucking angry at me, because I did the one thing people have never done, I tricked you. While it’s not an achievement to beat someone others have beaten, it is quite the achievement to get into their heads and show them that they are in over their heads and they aren’t as calm as they think. Jamie that was you. You were so hellbent on getting your title back, you were so hellbent on mowing through everyone and you were up until me. That mindset you came with just diluted the world to you until you felt a crowbar to your temple. One swing and damn you were deader than Jason Todd was before Joker blew him up. You were down for the count and I took advantage. It was glorious and for the first time in your life man, you were duped. And you’re still angry. But the question is Jamie. Are you going to lay down again, or am I going to have to take another crowbar and make you my bitch.

And speaking of bitch, man oh man do I think Cam had a lot to say. Now I say that with much contempt because really you annoy me. I don’t give a damn of the mess you made at Empire, because as far as I’m concerned you have yet to make a mess here. Hell the only thing you did was get bumped by TLA when I threw him at you, and even then, oh you only got livid.Now I know the saying that Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned however, you’re not scorned, you’re just annoyed that TLA and I stand in your way of getting the World Heavyweight title shot you oh so think you deserve. But listen to me, you don’t deserve shit, yet. You just got finished getting your ass whooped by Aria, and you think that means you could get ushered to the head of the line. Now if you were someone like HBG then I would say you’ve earned your keep. Because unlike you HBG beat Imp and retired his ass, while you lost your title in spectacular fashion. I’ll give the benefit of the doubt but believe me you aren’t doing me a service with this prattling on what you’re going to do. Like you said you could give less of a damn of what you think about me, and I could give less of a damn about how others think about you. Because what I think is this, you want a shot, you gonna have to earn that shit. And the fact that you’re coming off not only a title loss, but also you’re just starting out on Voltage. What you did on Empire doesn’t matter, what you did elsewhere doesn’t matter. And as far as Voltage reps, and I’m concerned you haven’t done shit yet on Voltage but prattle on about me throwing TLA into you. And if that’s all you have to bring to the table, then well you’re going to have a hard fucking time trying to knock me out.

Voltage is my Kingdom, time for me to show you people why.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 6:06 pm by **showster26**

Showdown Promo #4

@PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:

EAW Promoz! - Page 30 47754-Shout-Out

(The scene opens on the above image as an instrumental version of “Despacito” by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee starts up.)

Announcer (off screen): Its the shout-out show, and now here is your host, MMMMAAARRRRKKK MMMMIIIIICCCCHHHAAAAEEEELLLLSSSS!”

(Michaels steps into the frame from the right side, dressed dashingly in his two tone off white ‘Iseo’ dress shirt by Hugo Boss, his gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses, and his million dollar grin painted on his face.)

Michaels: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the hottest, most must see talk show across all of social media, welcome to The Shout-Out show! Now we are happy to be back for another amazing season, and we know all of you out there just can't wait to hear all the biggest news in EAW, so why waste time, let's get right to it!

Last week, yours truly added another name to the list of those who I have sent right back to the retirement home. Last Saturday, I gained a win over a hall of famer, and former National Elite Champion, when I defeated the Prince Of Phenomenal. And gave a proper start to a new era of Showdown, the Mark Michaels era.”

(CGI confetti falls in the background while the sound of party horns ring out momentarily.)

Michaels: “Yes, but unfortunately there seems to be about as many head in the sand, fingers in their ears, Michaels envy suffering sons of bitchs in the locker room as there were in Dynasty. While that might piss off most, the good news is that I'm gonna get the opportunity to kick the ever loving shit out of a bunch of them this Saturday night, when in the main event of Showdown, I win the Ring of Fire six man battle royal! Now I know a few of you out there are say ‘but Mark, how can you predict yourself to win it all this week, and then go on and beat the hell out of Stark for the National Elite Championship at Dia Del Diablo?’ Well the answer is simple. I'm the most qualified to do so. I'm the most qualified to do so because I'm the man who has been tearing it up with Hall of Famers since the moment I walked thru the door. I'm the man who had Tig Kelly beat and was three seconds away from winning that National Elite title. I’m the man who has been thru multi-man ladder matches, Glass Gauntlet matches, Hell’s Warpath matches, and walked away without a scratch against my Perfect Face! I've proven that I can outlast anyone in that dressing room, I've shown that I can go move for move with the absolute best, and I have more than demonstrated that no matter what gets thrown at me I keep coming back till I get exactly what I want! And with the exception of the man who was my tag partner last week, I'm the only one here entering the match with a win.

That's why Johnny Nova I won't stand for some curtain jerker jackass talking shit about me. You want to know why I'm calling you out, because I'll be damned if I'll allow you to think you got some mic drop moment over on me. I can out do anybody on that microphone, And what's more, I can back up every single thing I say. So don't think for a second that I am at all worried about you Johnny. I've seen a hundred guys who said the exact same things you've been saying, the. They stepped in the ring with me, and realized they couldn't hack it against the very best in the big leagues. I've been kicking the shit out of guys like you since I waked thru the door. From Jaden Zaxaria, to Trent Yoder, to the riddler and Gambit. Johnny guys like you are a Dime a dozen and all of you couldn't touch me in that ring. I know your probably watching this, just like the rest of the guys oh the looker room who are ghost followers, and I want you to know that this Saturday night I won't be looking down at my IPhone, I'll be looking down at you when your ass hits the flames once you get tossed out over the top. You say I look down on everyone like a king, well your damn right ok that one, I look down at all you peasant wannabes, all you good for nothing peons who couldn't in their wildest dreams compare to me! I look down on all of you, because all of you look at me with eyes that just scream how jealous all of you are. Your jealous of the army I've amassed on social media while you have maybe three people cheering you on more out of pity than anything else. Your jealous because I'm treated like a star everywhere I go, getting the best of the best in travel, hotel, food, and women no matter where I am. Meanwhile you guys are slumming it in the econolodge, scrapping together change for a six pack of cheep shit to drown your sorrows with.

Johnny this Saturday night, I'll tell you right now it's gonna be ugly. How ugly? Well about as ugly as your formaldehyde face having mother. It's gonna be as rough as it get around here, and at the end of it all I promise that the only thing you're gonna get for all your troubles, is becoming the obscure answer in a round of trivia. Meanwhile I'll be punching my Ticket right to Dia Del Diablo, where I burn the house down when I walk out for my National Elite Title Match.

And of course wherever that machole Nova goes, POP can't be too far behind trying to ride his coattails. You're gonna make some bad things happen? I'm calling bullshit. If you could have done something, you would have done it by now. You would have gotten up off your ass and made a statement last week when you had the chance. Instead you only proved just how hard you've fallen off. You can't keep up with rookies like Nova and Boetius, what are you gonna do against the absolute best this company has to offer. Trust me, beating your ass wasn't a highlight, lord knows I've beaten better men than you. I've been in the ring with guys Like Hades, Zack Crash, Y2Impact, and Mister DeDeDe. All hall of famers who I took to the limit. I sent another in Scott Oasis running, because he knew I would have embarrassed him before a worldwide television audience. Hell even guys like Lucian Black, Chris Elite, Nico Borg, all of them never wanted to have to face off against me again, because the ass whipping I gave them was enough to last a lifetime! Dealing with you wasn't the biggest moment of my career, it was just another example of how even the guys who are legends of this company, aren't better than Perfect!

And you're damn right, I'm UNFORGETTABLE! My name, my legacy will be talked about for generations. I will stand out and above even the most legendary of names in this sport. I am the must watch competitor, I am the face of the industry. Jordan, Lebron, Gretzky, Babe Ruth, the greatest of their sports, but all their greatness combined pales in comparison to how I am dominating the world of professional wrestling! Don’t believe me? Just try me in that ring, and you'll get bitch slapped right back to irrelevant faster than a hummingbird’s heartbeat. You are about to get torched in that ring, courtesy of EAW’s brightest burning star.

Say Lucas, how is it down in the minor leagues? I know your busy trying to convince the newbies in the NEO locker room that your a big star, but I don't want you to think that impressing a few chumps who just walked in the door will get you anywhere against me. Hell you should already know that much. You should be well aware that I don't give two shits about how much you yell and scream, or how you bit my fashion sense, along with every scrap of food at catering. Simple fact of the matter is that We've done this this a few times already, and just like always I'm not impressed by your mouth somehow managing to be bigger than your fat ass! I don't give a damn about how you always managed Buy into your own hype when the whole world see thru your ‘ARG I’M A BIG BAD OGRE LOOKING MOTHER FUCKER’ routine. Everyone knows you’re Afraid to take me on in a straight fight, because I'd beat the piss out of you from bell to bell. The world knows it, I know it, and you know it too. This Saturday I'm gonna smack you around the ring, and give your ass the heave ho right over the top rope. This time it's you who's gonna be on the out on the floor looking at the referee raising my hand. This time your the one who gets thrown nothing but preliminary matches. This time I'm the one who gets the white hot spotlight shining down on me. And you Lucas, you get that stick up your ass turning red hot once it touches that fire!

Kaise Boetius, I suppose I should say this now, shout-out for holding up your end of things last week. I can't tell you how many dopey morons I've had to carry in tag matches, only for them to trip up over their own feet and screw me out of a win. So for that I'll say kudos, you didn't fuck up. Now with that out of the way let me say this, come Showdown I'm not gonna be the one to bail your ass out of a jam. You want to clear away the trash that's in the ring with us together, no problem. But don't expect me to be the guy whose keeping you from becoming roasted Boetius. And definitely don't expect me to just bow down and let myself be thrown oit of the ring. I have worked too long and too hard for you to just waltz in here and take what rightfully belongs to me! I've spent the last two years being able screwed over by management in favor of bastards whose contracts still had wet ink on them. I am done being passed over, and I sure as hell am not allowing myself to be pushed to the side. So when the time comes, don't be surprised when you hit the fucking floor. And when you do, don't go around whining and complaining that I didn't tell you so. This is my time, this Saturday night, there won't damn thing that’ll keep me from my National Elite Championship match, not even you Kaise.

And Nobi, you sure do have a lot to say about how much I did and didn't do in my tag match last week. Let me ask you something, if Lioncross had been the one to reach up and claim those tag belts at Pain For Pride, wouldn't you be happy about the win even though you weren't the guy who ended the match? And keeping on with this thread, if he had won, and then Retired like he has, wouldn't you still keep your half of the belt while finding someone else you can leach off of? I tell you right now buddy you're a hypocrite for trying to talk shit about me. I did what I had to do, and my team won. Your team lost, so what does that say about you?

You think that any of the guys you've wrestled impressed me? You've heard it already who I've tangled with, and in such a short time frame. You want to talk about why I'm still waiting for a title shot, well for the better part of two years I was mismanaged by Dynasty’s general manager. I was never given my rematch for the National Elite Championship even though I won the match! I was squandered by a GM who let his hard on for guys like Lucas Johnson, and Tig Kelly do his thinking for him. I'm the happiest man on earth right now because I am free of that crap. I am now on a show where my efforts are to be rewarded. I'm on a brand where I'm not hancuffed By some jackass in a cheep suit who wouldn't know real talent if it came and kicked him square in the balls!

I'm telling you, and the rest of the talking safety cones in my way exactly what to expect, because I am coming at each and every one of you like a house of fire. I'll be a fucking inferno in that ring, one that's so hot you'll be begging for me to take pity on you and toss you over the top! You’ll see first hand why I am the undisputed champion of all social media, and why you needed to keep dropping my name just to try and keep yourself relevant here in this match. You want my best shot Nobi, you got it, so don't go around bitching about It when I you flying into the flames at ringside via a first class seat on the end of my boot! I am going to show Damien Murrow just how right you are when you said you don't deserve to be in this match. I'm going to cement myself as the the guy here on Showdown and not you, or anyone else is gonna be able to do anything about it.

Get ready, because live from the Maverik arena, you are all about to feel the heat coming off the crowd the moment they see their Twitter Trendsetter, their Instagram Icon, their Hashtag hero, who'll be leaving grill marks across all five of you. You are about to see the Perfect combination of Speed, Strength, and technique that has earned me millions upon millions of friends, followers, and subscribers. You are about to enter the ring with the man who is hands down, the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots and step thru those ropes. And when that bell rings, you'll be looking at the next EAW National Elite Champion, so all of you can go on ahead and Picture THAT! Oh and Stark, I'll see ya soon buddy.”

(The video fades out.)

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Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 5:44 pm by **Jon McAdams**

“Right, just decontaminate the place,” McAdams is on his cell phone, he is wearing his completely black suit, his red hair slicked back. He is sitting in the back seat of his limousine and he sounds annoyed. “No, we are not going to press charges, he didn’t do anything.”

McAdams hangs up the phone and places it next to him.

“That was quite the stunt you pulled. The restaurant managers also saw your video. You have them quite spooked. If they weren’t so afraid of me, they may have already quit out of fear of you and your kin. Your kin… Perhaps comparing the Sanitorium to a restaurant may have seemed a little too out there but I feel like you might be missing the point. The point was that you are a people who strive to make things work in spite of yourselves and who you are, and who you’ve always been. Your people make changes, but it seems to be minimal, all sides of the same coin. All victims of small success but outside of the three titles all eight of you have collectively held, I find your lack of ambition to be saddening and your lack of success to be all too spelling. I understand that your goals are outside the norm, and you wish to live on the fringes of society and you count success differently than most, but in wrestling success is clearly defined by victory and gold, and you lack in fifty percent of that definition. Popularity can play a key in that but we both know you could care less about that. Just like you don’t care about the system, in fact I would wager that part of Sanatorium’s unwritten beliefs is that the system is erased, or more accurately, replaced by the ideals and ways by which your family works. You still don’t understand me. The system is already changing, it is already being molded, it is being transformed by the very will of Sovereign. I do not cheat the system, or bend it. I once did that to get to where I needed but I will have soon arrived. I am the system. You scrape by day by day making your moves and doing what you need to, each of you making plans as the arms of Sanatorium spread out in hopes of capturing the world within it and bringing about a vision you all cant seem to clearly define and believing that this system, this mindless thing is all you have to manipulate but it has a mind now, and that mind is not willing to break, or bend for you, but it is at the will of Jon McAdams.

I have been spending this week trying to get to know you and understand you, see how your head works, figure you out, with each step we take, I understand you a little more but do not presume that I am a man who doesn’t understand or comprehend you. I am not the one talking out of two sides of my mouth, and declaring that you have a plan and that if you stick to it you will find success while at the same time saying you ride the winds of chaos. These are two things that are not amicable in the sense that you speak. You can adapt sure, but in the end, what you speak of and what I speak of, a plan, a scheme, a grand design, despite who says it, it is of the same thing. I used to think when I looked at you, I was seeing a completely different person staring back at me. One who was opposite me in every way. A monster and creature of chaos that threatened the system that I worked within. But I realize that was false. Perhaps Caine, Maero, and Eclipse fall a little closer in that regard, but when you told me you were nothing like them I am not sure I believed you, but now I realize we are two sides of the same coin, but one of us chose family, and the other chose success. You are order playing for chaos and forgetting that the two are like oil and water. Your identity crisis that you claim is evolution looks more like your mind is rejecting the path it has chosen. Underneath that calm and cool collected exterior is a brain fighting to keep control as a heart ravages the body. I do not speak from narrow mindedness, I am simply driven by decision and choice and commitment. You say you are going to stick to your plan and its going to get you to victory but I truly wonder how often you’ve stepped into that ring and second guessed your plan, and when your brain and your heart went to war, what went out. I wonder if that is truly why you have yet to find the success you chase. Why you have yet to reach your goals and why you keep changing at every second.

It is unfortunate because I believe you when you say you wont stay down. I see strength matched by tactics, I see brilliance inside that tough exterior. You are resilient, it is how your body has withstood so much change, so much battering and so much pain. I see a man who sets the ring on fire when he enters and when he is clear headed is capable of crushing anyone who gets in the ring. But as I learn more and more about you, I realize that the problem here isn’t the path you’ve chosen, because I think you likely can accomplish anything you charge head on into, but I think you are in your own way. You speak of your own plans and I don’t doubt that they are solid, but as you said, battle lies in chaos, not order, but chaos sides with no one, and order can happen when control is attempted. I am such a man that can and will read those winds and bind them to my will. I do not bow to the ideal that chaos should control a man, or that fate and destiny are truly the pathss that everyone will walk. Chaos is no way of living, it is a way of dying slowly and watching the world pass you by. I know you don’t believe in fate so heavily like your brother Solomon, but equally concerning is that you rely on the only thing in the world that by definition is unreliable.

You have plan. I have several. You ride the winds of chaos. I am the mountain unmoved. You want to destroy my dreams? You couldn’t handle the weight of them, and I promise you as my knees connect you will buckle underneath them like a child under a falling refrigerator. I see you in front of me, and I see my dreams right behind you. You are the target. Our futures are on direct collision with the item that I want the most, and the thing that you desire, and knowing what you are capable of and knowing that I cannot stop it will be the weight of our dreams, it will be the measure of our resolve, it will be a battle of minds that will show who truly deserves to have exactly what they want and who has been wrong since the beginning.

I suppose you are right about me in a sense. I have no middle ground, I find that to be a cloudy mess that leads people down paths that may make them more comfortable, sure. But I am here seeking so much more than comfort. I could retire now if I wanted to, but that is not in the Grand Design. The Crusade is reaching its peak but it has not quite arrived and until it does, I cannot stop, and I will not be stopped. You say you are the torrents of wind and fire, storm and disease, well, as man has overcome them in the past, as man has survived and thrived beyond it, and as man is still here and a testament to what it is capable of. Sovereign will reign, Sovereign will rise, and Sovereign will defeat you.

I hope you stick to your plan. I hope that you manage to hold tightly to your goal and I hope that everything you say is true. Because it is the only way you’re going to have a chance at defeating me, but I promise you, if your conviction falters even for a second, it will be the end of you. I see you. I know you. I believe I almost have you. Let our dreams clash, and our worlds collide, I am most intrigued by how far you will take me. But in the end it will always remain the same. The Sovereign Crusade marches on. The Sovereign Crusade claims Victory. Behold, the future of Voltage stands before you. Mr. Ten”

Camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 4:32 pm by **Macho Man Johnny Nova**

If by bad things, you mean taking a giant bump on your ass to the outside of the ring you are probably right POP. You let me down last week, I was expecting the man, the myth, the legend and what I got was a man who doesn’t really have the desire to even do this anymore. You talk about the National Elite Championship belt like it’s a stepping stone on your way back to the top, you look down at us, treat us as bottom feeders but we all know the truth. You are here for the paycheck. You see unlike the others I don’t think you are washed up, I think you could have a hell of a run, maybe even reach the top if you really, really put your mind to it. But I am smart enough to realize that there isn’t that spark in your eye, that desire that drove you to so many accomplishments in the past. You don’t have the same passion for the business you used to. You don’t have the passion that I have, that Kaise or Nobi has and what that is going to result in, is an early exit from this battle royal. You honestly think you have this match one already, that the rest of us probably shouldn’t even show up. I am waiting in great anticipation for you to come out after hearing me speak and tell the world how irrelevant I am, how I mean nothing. It’s the same old same old and none of it is going to matter once that bell rings on Saturday. I have said it before and I will say it again. The only thing that matters in this match is surviving and that is something I am damn good at.

Maybe I am wrong, but as of right now I expect you to go out first POP, maybe even second. Not because of your skill level between those ropes, not because I am a cocky arrogant asshole like some of the others in this match who refuse to acknowledge your accomplishments in this business, but because I know that your heart isn’t in this. What do you have left to do in this business, name it please we are all dying for you to give us something to hold onto. Just a glimpse of the POP that once was. What I see before me is a man with all the talent in the world, who simply just doesn’t care. I am no prophet, never claimed to be, but if you are asking if I think I can stop you from becoming the number one contender in this match, I will give you a simple response. 1 word. YES.

Yes, I can stop you in this match. Yes, I can outlast you in this match. Yes, I can beat the great almighty POP. Step down from your throne for a second and realize there are 5 other people in this match chomping at the bit to knock off a legend. Step back for a second and realize that you are consistently making yourself the number one target by questioning our validity in this match. You are doing yourself zero favors by looking down on us. Your failure to realize the situation you have talked yourself into is quite amusing. I thought I was for sure going to be the man with the target on my back but you passed me in a hurry on that one. Good job, at least your winning something because it damn sure isn’t going to be this match.

You see the hunger you lack, the passion you lack, I have and I have it in abundance and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that I am the last man standing in the center of that ring. I will scratch and claw my way until the very end to become that number one contender. I will do what I do best and what I said I will do since the match was booked to begin with which is survive. Unlike you I have nothing to lose. No legacy to fall back on, only an opportunity to prove to the world that I deserve to be here. That I deserve to be in the title picture and come this Saturday that is exactly what I am going to do. So, do me a favor POP, find that passion, find what drives you and show up with just a bit of who you once were. You aren’t washed up, you just don’t care and these fans deserve better. I will give them better.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 4:19 pm by **Rex32**

Lethal Consequences wrote:: It's not a sport, you slapnut.

It's professional entertainment.

Go slap your own nuts, slappy! lol!

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 3:20 pm by **Lethal Consequences**

It's not a sport, you slapnut.

It's professional entertainment.

:dave:

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 1:37 pm by **Rex32**

If you notice in our sport, a very heavily competitive atmosphere, everyone is always chomping at the bit. Everything you do is seemingly geared toward staking your claims to something. There is always an objective, a task that must be completed, a hurdle that must scaled. More often than not, that of which stands in our way, if we are competitive enough then we will overcome it. Likewise with the obstacles themselves on the flip side, if they are high up, and they hold a high position and a status that can't be questioned? They rightfully feel this obligation to uphold that position, protect their status. They will do anything and everything to fortify it. Actions. Words. Promises.

Promises. Promises.

If only it were that easy.

To understand how far one has come, you must first understand where they've been. Heart Break Gal, there's much to respect about you. Your toughness is something to revel at. You've slayed beasts, conquered titans. Your work rate may be very well second to absolutely none if we are to take you at your word. But it seems that underneath all that toughness, behind the wrestler appears to be a grown woman that has a superiority complex problem. Do you want me to believe that I'm simply cannon fodder that's going to be zapped back down to reality with the rest of the midcard just to make you look good? Or would you like me to believe that I'm yet another beast, another titan that you will cut down to size? What you need to understand is that however you tend to slice it, I'm in your way of securing that number one contention, and there's no amount of words or promises made that can change that. Save it for the ring, where we make our biggest statements. Spouting off about what you've survived through to be here, there should be no need for it. For one thing, Heart Break Gal, I've not once underestimated anyone male or female that has ever stepped in between those ropes, and you won't be the first. Every opponent that has ever been put in my way finds that out at one point or another, and this week you will too. Secondly, as I've said, what you've survived through, all the matches? To feel the need to even bring those things up reveals more about your insecurity issues than you even know, because it gives off the idea that you need to over compensate, even against someone like me just to feel superior. Another thing you don't seem to understand is that my rise further signifies of why will inevitably reach top tier level, sooner than you may think. My defeat at Pain For Pride, that experience was thrown in with all the rest, and is just one more reason why I am knocking on the door, and am about to break through it. Winning certainly does elevate a career, and on Showdown you'll find out just how much every last one of those experiences I've accumulated, whether through wins or losses, makes a difference. The ones who stagnate are the ones that simply lack in their ambitions, and their overall belief in what they bring to the table. I've also been evolving, Heart Break Gal, and unfortunately, just like with Devan, you haven't been paying any attention. You stand there and make foolish predictions, and based on what? I've not experienced anything else except forward progress from day one of walking into this company. There is nobody alive under the sun that can decide my fate except for me, and the proof lies in the fact that I'm still here, and will continue to be, continuing to rise.

However, I get it. It would've been easier if it were just one foe put in front of you instead of two. It would've been easier if it was just Devan Dubian placed in your way, someone you know and understand a great deal. It just gets under your skin that someone like me had enough courage to step up to the plate, and it gets even moreso under your skin that someone like, who it's very obvious you don't know of from any Tom-Dick or Harry that has the audacity to challenge you at your stead. So what do you do, Heart Break Gal? You hurl useless insults at me that disappear and evaporate in mid-air like dust. You make poor prognostications that I've already heard too many times, when I've already made it clear that results don't define me. My fate can't be decide by you, it can't be decided by Devan, or Murrow. Not anyone, but me. As much as you would love to dismiss most of what I've said previous to this, even now, and disregard it as nothing more than pish posh, most everything I've said is wrapped in nothing but truths. Y2Impact knew the only way he could defeat someone that knew him better than anyone through and through, was to combat you with underhanded tactics. None of his words, none of his actions were ever going to be enough to overcome his better, now were they Heart Break Gal? Y2Impact hadn't been the same since losing the EAW Championship months earlier before his eventual dismissal, and everyone knows that to be the truth. Devan has succumb to me before in that ring, Heart Break Gal. It was no fluke. Defeating him again officially made me a legitimate contender. A victory over you will only magnify that. Do you know how many people have vowed to break me, and haven't? I've actually lost count of how many. I mean there was the loss at Pain For Pride a year ago in Cash In The Vault. There was Territorial Invasion when I failed in my first bid for the National Elite Championship. Then losing the New Breed Championship at Road To Redemption. Losing in the King of Elite semifinals. Grand Rampage. Pain For Pride again. All those were supposed to break me, because of all the effort I kept putting forth to receive very little reward in return. Most would be broken by those types of defeats. You can't break me, and you are wrong in saying that I have a lot to lose, because even if I did, it could never amount to having as much to lose as you or Devan, Heart Break Gal. You have been here mining the gold for years, in search of that last elusive accomplishment that could forever separate you from the female greats, and make you the undisputed greatest female wrestler of all time. So much pressure there. Slip up once more at this stage in your career, you probably don't have but a few left. The well might even run dry after Dia Del Diablo. My legacy, it happens to be something that I'm building all the time with each new experience, and this will be no exception to that fact, mark my words.

Unfortunately facts do not cease to exist just because you have chosen to ignore them. You are hardly in a suitable position to be posturing at this point. You've been the one creating this false sense of security in believing that this match is a foregone conclusion before we even step in that ring. You are proving to be just as predictable as Devan, and soon you will share his same fate in the end. Your conjecture of me is just as poor as your foresight is of the future. In a nutshell, basically all you had to say instead of wasting so much time drawing it out? You don't believe I belong in the match with you and Devan. If that's all you had to say, then you should've just said it, and kept it at that. It makes you look foolish, just as it did Devan by the end. The more you say, the less sense you actually make. You threw in a whole lot of unnecessary drivel that means next to nothing to someone like me that gotten through and past all of that to be here. You try to build up your walls, Heart Break Gal, but I've tore these types of walls down before. If last week isn't enough for you to take me by my word, then certainly this week will do the trick. In the end, Heart Break Gal, promises can be broken. Things don't always happen on our terms. If only it were that easy. You said it yourself, when the unexpected happens, the excuses start pouring in, and that will be the case after this week, but they won't be coming from me. I don't need excuses, because I'm focused on the experience and not the results. The journey itself is my main focus, and nothing can change my focus. You're just a stepping stone, and on Showdown I'm going to tread, and won't be lightly. See you soon.

Showdown Promo: #3 July 14th 2017, 12:38 pm by **PrinceofPhenomenal**

Bad things are going to happen.

I am going to make them happen.

There's important things in life. Like friends and family. Your respective career profession. Some things about life can keep you up at night. Trust me when I say that none of those things will ever be Mark Michaels. You are not a threat to me and the throne. You ask why shouldn't you brag about your win last week and it's baffling to me. It's funny to your boy how being in the ring with me has been the highlight of your career so far. Obviously you can't stop talking about it for a reason, seeing as it has been the most relevant thing to happen in your career. So go ahead and spread the word. Tell the entire world about your win last week. Enjoy it while it last because after this week the only thing the world will be talking about it how the Prince of Phenomenal is one step closer to the National Extreme Championship. What will they be saying about you? I guess the better question is WHO will be saying anything about you? Let's be honest, you and your existence are pretty unforgettable. Mark, you keep talking yourself up like you're some hot prodigy to land on Showdown. Calm down. No one has heard of you before EAW. You are a default performer at this point who doesn't have the necessary ingredients to cook up a victory against a man like myself.

While I can't guarantee that I'll around ten years from now, I can damn sure guarantee that my legacy and impact will be. Can you say the same Mark? I don't think so. History shows that guys like you come around each and every day because you aren't anything special. For your sake, you better hope you reach the point of your career where you can be in my shoes. Remember, it's hard for someone to become washed up if they were never that good in the first place. Nobi, you should get used to getting disrespected. You claim they were you drafted to the Showdown brand to destroy. But I have yet to see you destroy anything. All of these false prophets walking around EAW and I am honestly sick of it. Am I really supposed to believe Johnny Nova or Lucas Jonson can stop me from becoming the number one contender? In what universe can they hold a candle to who I am? A lot of these newcomers need some respect beaten into them. They believe it's cool to walk in here and start throwing around insults to their superiors and I'm fed up. Enough is enough.

Did any of you think I would walk pass the garbage can known as Kaise Boetius without tearing him a new one? I know garbage day was yesterday but I guess since fit in so well with the rest of the trash on the street he was left alone. I don't need to pray. You on the other hand better start calling up every good that there is for this match. With each strike I deliver to your head you will get closer and closer to your god. I can't wait. This washed up extremist by the name of Prince of Phenomenal is going to permanently cripple this young buck who believes he has his whole career in front of him. What you have ahead of you Kaise, is so beautiful. It's already set in stone. While you may think that is a legendary career, it's actually a huge loss. I don't have to be the man I was years ago to defeat any of you in this mach. Because none of you could measure up to me in 2017 even if you fused together on some Power Rangers shit. I have all the power and talent that you need. The brains, the looks, the skills, it's all there and it isn't going anywhere. Oh trust me, retirement is something that everyone dreams up. But before my retirement I have a few things I need to do in order to restore order in this company. This company needs me as a world champion and a poster boy. However, I must respectfully wait for my next opportunity and take what I can get. The National Extreme Championship will be a great first step for me. The game plan is already set up. My eyes are set on becoming the new National Extreme Championship and I won't stop until that dream becomes a reality. And there's not a damn thing any of you can do to stop me. So go ahead and do what you all do best and get down on your backside. Let a real competitor do what he does best and stand, proudly victorious.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 9:38 am by **Macho Man Johnny Nova**

Uh oh! Everyone should be terrified of the all mighty frat boy Mark Michaels. He clearly knows how to use curse words and make insults. I’m shaking in my neon pink boots. You are the epitome with almost everything that is wrong with today’s society. Face down staring at your phone hoping for acceptance and love that will never come from these EAW fans because let’s face it, it is underserved. You treat the entire EAW like we are beneath you. Like you are a king, like you have accomplished as much as someone like HBB or hell even a man who is in this match with us, you know POP….when in reality you are another social media false prophet. The male version of a Khloe Kardashian. Unlike you I don’t need snap chat filters to make what I can do in the center of the ring look good. At some point in your career you started focusing on social media and talking shit and failed to realize that all of the actual wrestling happens in the center of the ring, in front of the fans who pay their hard-earned money that you seem to look down upon for some ungodly reason. They basically sign your paycheck and you have the audacity to call them “morons.” Take a good hard look in the mirror, calling the people who make sure your check clears by spending their money to see you….well not you but to see other wrestlers in this company like Nobi and I, people they actually have respect for makes you the moron not them. I promised not to throw insults, not to stoop to your level but as soon as you start throwing insults at the fans of the EAW, my fans that is where I draw the line you gassed up momma’s boy. Let’s be honest, if you were the all mighty Mark Michaels you claim to be then why are you down here with someone you consistently try to bury, why are you still talking about me, why have we had two matches in a row? Are you going to blame it on management or are you going to take a deep breath and realize that we are on the exact same level and you aren’t the all-star that you claim to be.

It’s simple Mark when that bell rings all the retweets and hash tags in the world aren’t going to stop me from beating your ass pillar to post and this time your partner Kaise isn’t going to have your back. I am going to dismantle you in the center of that ring and I am going to do it for the fans that you chose to insult. So, keep it up clown shoes, I will let my talking happen once that bell rings and I toss you ass over tea kettle onto the floor. I don’t have time for a selfie taking, pretty boy who has more respect for someone like Mark Zuckerberg then he has for the legends of the past, the people who turned the wrestling business into what it is today. You are an absolute joke, I know it, the fans know, the rest of your opponents in this match know it and the punch line is you are going to be laying on that cold hard floor looking up at the bright lights asking yourself what it was you did to deserve that ass whopping that was just bestowed upon you. I want you to think back at that moment, when you were aboard United Airlines Flight 314 to Salt Lake City and remember that you chose to insult the fans, and that was the exact moment that I chose to destroy you.

I’m going to keep it short and simple for the rest of you. It doesn’t matter if I respect you, for instance Nobi or if I despise you… for instance Kaise Boetius the fact of the matter is I am ready to run through anything that stands in my way once that bell rings. The fans deserve a number one contender they can be proud of not the normal scum that always seems to rise to the top through hook and crook. In a wrestling world full of bad and ugly, I am ready to be the good. I am ready to be the John Wayne so to speak. Heed my warnings, do not take me lightly, do not take what I can do in the center of that ring as a joke, or you will wind up on the wrong end of an absolute ass kicking. EAW Universe, get your popcorn ready.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 2:02 am by **Cage.**

So much I could say. As a oppose to what I'd rather do,

But maybe I am foolish for thinking Ares wouldn't want to exact revenge for me giving him a little bit of medicine. But let's be honest, I planned on it taking some time, the Vendetta family is cold and calculating and when they strike it's usually for the long term, but Ares reacted quicker than I expected. All you've done, is left me wanting to rebuttal, if Lannister didn't get involved, you would of snapped my neck with a steel chair, that would have put a damper on the fun were about to have! Because for every action there's an equal opposite reaction, I'm not even going to lose my temper yet, I'm not going to let my emotions get the better of me, but I don't need Lannister as a saving grace for me. I've proven time and time again that I am indestructible, I can't die simply because I won't die, yet. I don't have a family bloodline to carry, I don't live to put pain on people for no reason and I don't talk like I'm a prince of an already finished legacy that is in ruins, I live to put pain on those who think they can put pain on me and walk away unscathed. I sometimes question Jaywalker, he's really fallen off the deep end if he sided with you, if Jaywalker was smart he would of cut Robbie's nuts off and then cut yours off to make sure you never have the opportunity to reproduce either. But this is the hand I've been dealt and I never get tired of punching a Vendetta in the face so it's a win-win for me. You are going to find out that messing with Diamond Cage is not one of your best ideas and it may be the worse idea you've ever had because you are getting in my way and I will have no shame, no mercy in knocking your ass down. All you showed is that you are one of the most dangerous men in the world like myself except you prove it from attacking people from behind, I do it by stepping in this ring and doing it any kind of style, you want to get hardcore and display violence then by all means I'll take two to deliver one and my one always wins the match, you want to get in here and have a pure wrestling contest? Then I'll show you that being dangerous means adapting to any style and challenge this place throws at you but most importantly I show it by looking the man opposing me in the face and I'll talk trash and tell him what I'm going to do and I go out there and do it. You have to wait till my back is turned, your a coward, your a punk little bitch who made an enemy out of Diamond Cage and your life is about to change, your wars with DEDEDE, Lannister, Tyler Parker, were bloody and they beat the hell out of you but you always took a piece of them with you.

It isn't the first time someone tried to end my career and I doubt it'll be the last ...

I guarantee that the war you are asking for will change your life for the worse, I'll go to hell with you but I'm coming back alone and leaving you there to BURN. Before I was so rudely interrupted with you getting in my way, I made it clear what I am here for and it doesn't change, I now have to face the National Elite Champion. I don't know much about this guy, I don't want to know anything about this guy, all I know is he is holding championship gold, and that is where the money is at, that is what puts food on my table, and I'm getting really, really annoyed with people taking food off my plate. I'll climb and take whatever steps there is to get to where I'm trying to go, and Stark I bet you are a man oozing with confidence, fresh off a main event, you have a championship and everyone is looking to fight you, so much to the point that you have a battle royal where men are fighting for an OPPORTUNITY to fight you, that probably has you thinking you are one of the top men on Showdown. But eh, I just don't see it you know, I see you as just a guy holding money in his hands and you don't know what to do with that money, I don't see a top guy but I see a guy looking to break that glass ceiling and I can respect that because I was that man too. It's just unfortunate what happened to me last week because I'm in a particularly pissed off mood, I'm in a mood in which any and everyone who decides to get in my way will get their asses kicked. I don't expect that to intimidate you because I expect you to want to rise up from the loss you took last week but not at my expense, you will not recover and get your momentum back at my expense because I refuse to let it happen. You intend on carrying Showdown which means you expect others to follow your lead but I refuse to follow the lead of someone who isn't at my level and hasn't been through and crawled through the mile of crap and shit I have had to just to even be considered “worthy” of getting title shots or being in this companies hall of fame, I entered as Diamond Cage a one man wrecking crew and I'll die as Diamond Cage and being Diamond Cage has come with it's luxuries, money, women, power, championships, a nice house, plenty of cars, money to waste at a bar and strip club. But I'll trade all that shit in to get the EAW Championship back, so what I want you to do is bring nothing less but your best, come at me with all you have and with your bravado expecting to get back on track and I'll personally show that it still won't be enough, it just will not be enough to put me away. I'll happily show you that fact when I drop you on your head, you have a bright future but your future is entering a violent storm that is going to derail the sun temporarily and it all depends on what you do when the sun decides to rise again. I can go out there to ring in front of thousands and get hit in the head with a chair and show up in the next town with a smile on my face because it's easy and that's what comes with the gig, I can go out there and bleed buckets and leave flesh in the ring because that is easy and I enjoy every second of it, but I CAN'T live with being the stepping stone, and I will not be the stepping stone, not on Showdown, not ever.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 1:43 am by **Lars Grier**

VOLTAGE PROMO #2

Don’t you find people who try to paint a painting based on one scrap of paper without truly knowing what it means, funny?

It’s the people who are given the tiniest sliver of an idea, or a concept, to which then they use their minds to visualize that idea in their head. They take one piece; one single and small piece, and they blow it up to monstrous proportions, twisting and transforming it in ways no one could even begin to imagine. In the modern world, we call these individuals conspiracy theorists, people who make connections and lines in things that do not even even correlate to each other. They do not connect, and yet they fantasise in their mind that it connects. Their belief compels and controls them, but us? We - we just cast these people away, and label them as insane, or mentally deranged. Leaving them in a hole where their cries and screams fall onto the deaf ears of society. How unpleasant, to say the least. But I beg to question….are you insane, Anthony? Because I think that any man who believes that there is good and evil in this world, is well and truly - insane. Good and evil? Light, and darkness? My my, how infantile and naive you are, leonhart. These concepts are such frail ideas; terms we use to describe our enemies and our allies. When we think of light, we think of good. Kind. Filled with heart, determination, and soul, and for darkness? We reminisce of the polar opposite. Black-heart. Evil. The worst of the worst, but if I’m going to be honest….none of it is true. These concepts? These ideas? They don’t exist, Anthony. You are a complete and absolute fool if you believe in those ideas, because in the real world, there is no clear line between “good” and “evil”. We’re all stuck in the gray, hellish area between those two constantly struggling forces, because that is how the human nature works. Humans from the beginning are programmed with the incentive that you must do what is “morally correct”, but that depends on what YOU believe. If I perceived cold-blooded murder as morally correct, then in my eyes I’d see fit to do that action. So do not even attempt to try and reason with me, because I have already seen the truth, Leonhart. There is no good and evil, or light and dark. Only you, and the rest of the world.

Dog eat dog world, remember?

“Oh yes, Lars Grier. Dog eat dog world indeed, for you are nothing but a filthy dog.”

Shit. The fucking voices are back.

DAMN IT. Fuck! Just when I thought I got rid of those terrible demons, they resurface from beneath me. I kept them chained, and now they’re back. That fucking aggravates me, oh yes it does, but do you understand what angers me more, Anthony? It’s by you saying the “new raven.” “NEW”. You talk about me, The Raven, the embodiment of evolution, and you call me new? You talk about it as if I haven’t been the fucking Raven for the last THREE FUCKING MONTHS. I’m not new, Anthony. The Raven has always been within me, dormant for such a long time, and only after tasting the poison of defeat did I come to a realization that I should have been the Raven a long time ago. Not the Manifestation of Destruction, that bumbling idiot who never knew a thing about what he faced. The Manifestation of Destruction was an old man; a false concept, no better than some of the worst in this promotion. He believed that destruction was the answer to everything, no matter the question that prevailed. I should have realized sooner. Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t have to listen to fucking voices. Maybe if I did, I would have been successful by now, at the top of the food chain. Maybe if I did, I would be holding….a championship, by now. Maybe, maybe, maybe. These were all possibilities and paths that I could have taken, and yet because of my idiocy, I didn’t go on any of them. Do you know how much that hurts you, Anthony? How much the regret and pain hurts of knowing you could have been something better when you were counted upon? Maybe you do, maybe you don’t. To be quite frank, I don’t really give a shit, because somebody like you has absolutely nothing to offer to this conversation between us aside from giving me bullshit. You can’t paint a picture with one scrap of paper, so stop trying to explain things out of your reach. The Raven is not new, but instead a constant factor in my life as I evolve each and every day, trying to get better than the last. That….is the Raven. It isn’t a false truth, or a red herring. It is the hard, cold, factorial truth that is laid across for you, and it is better than what the Raging Roaring Lion could EVER be. It is evolution at its most pure and prime, and yet you dare speak of it without truly understanding it. I harbor the Raven throughout my life, not just in this company but when I sleep. When I walk. When I eat. Wherever I go, I bring the Raven with me, for I know even the slightest of mistakes can turn into the greatest of ameliorates.

The Raven is not new, but instead forever lasting.

What about the Raging Roaring Lion?

Or a restated version: What is the Raging Roaring Lion? Aside from sounding like a poor man’s tongue twister, what is it? What does it do? What is its purpose? The Raven is simple; the manifestation of evolution and how to improve. I have it within me for I know that even if I am defeated, and I am on my knees, I will come back the next day, more experienced and better than ever before. But you...you seem confused, at what the Raging Roaring Lion is. You say that the Raging Roaring Lion is you, your indomitable will and heart, and unbreakable spirit, but in the same breath you say you will spread light across the world? Bring ME light? Oh no, no….you can’t do that Anthony. You can’t do it, because it CANNOT be done. I’ve already explained to you, must I explain again? Must I treat you like a little baby who believes that the world is a pretty and colorful place? Good and evil do not exist. There is no such thing. These dueling forces are within, because inside all of us? There is a deadly mixture of both. You cannot be all-good. You cannot be all-evil. The duality within us is what makes us human, and yet what the Raging Roaring Lion is essentially attempting to remove my humanity by showing me the light. Light cannot exist without darkness. You cannot remove one without destroying the other, so if you even try to share your “light” with me...be prepared to destroy yourself.

You - you think I’m a sick man. You think that I am absolutely no good, with no redeeming qualities, and only by you defeating me can you display your humility and kindness for others. I’m not sick. You saying sick makes it sound like there’s a cure! Like there’s some secret formula, hidden away to cure all wars, all evil and hatred in this world.

That’s a lie.

You lie a white lie, Leonhart. Tread very carefully around these waters, for you know not what you say. You do not know, because a man cannot simply go to Japan for one month and learn to be a compassionate human being, because shit like that takes more months, years, maybe even your entire life, to drive into your head. You are determined, Anthony. You have heart, you have drive, but what you cannot say is that you are a good man. You cannot say you are kind, because you can never truly be rid of the bad thoughts and evil within your mind. Deep down inside, Leonhart? You LUST for the crown, just as you did before. It’s only now that you pull a facade and a mask over yourself in order to hide your true intentions.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

However, you are right with one thing. I am alone. I am without allies or companions; I cut all ties, and to many, they think I have left myself to bleed out onto this cold floor. You? You have the “Ichimichi Zaibatsu Corporation” behind your back, watching your every move, and complimenting when you succeed. But you….you’re acting as if they’re your friends. You act as if you have been with these people since the day you were born, like they have always been kind and guiding of you. Why do you do that? Why do you act, Anthony? Why do you always have to lie in order to fit your story against me? Because we all know the truth, and I know the truth, that this Corporation...is exactly what it is. A corporation. Filled with businessman, dealing business and money. And in business - you don’t make friends. If you do you only end up making a bad ending for yourself, and the others involved. Hell - the Corporation you’re apart of refer you as a “client”. Not a friend. Not a brother, but a lackey in something far bigger than you. Trust me, Anthony, I know. I defended myself on something higher and bigger than me, and now look where I am: fighting a liar and hearing fucking voices in my head, because I didn’t win at Pain for Pride. Do you understand that the moment you fail, even once or twice, you will be expelled. You will be repelled and sent away because you couldn’t get shit done. And once that happens, it’ll set in. Oh, it’ll set in real good.

You’re replaceable. Disposable and forgettable.

And only then will you realise….

You’re more alone than you ever could be.

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Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 1:01 am by **showster26**

Voltage Promo #2

Thursday, 1:44 A.M., Houston, Texas.

(The scene opens on a warm, cloudy night. The moon’s light barely eeks out to fall upon the San Jacinto battleground. In the distance the rustling of grass, and leaves under footsteps grows louder and louder. The camera swings down towards where the noise is emanating from. A figure appears, an outline cloaked in darkness, as if the shadows themselves have taken form. The outline draws nearer, and nearer, till it stands right in front of the camera. The moonlight just rises to dimly illuminate a face that is unmistakable. The sinister, wicked features, and the intense, bloodshot eyes, this is the being known as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: “Remembrance of the fallen, remembrance of those who remain. Forevermore called to battle, till the End Of Ages.

Keelan Citinich, again as before we offer you a word of warning. And once again you spit in our face. We offer you up paradise alongside Our sister, and you in turn offer up disrespect. Should we tolerate this? Should we grant you clemency for the vileness that spews forth from your mouth?! No, we shall not be lenient with you. For the words you speak, the words of doubt, the words of dishonor, the words of slander. They are as a sickness to us. They infect the minds of the masses who search desperately for the truth of life. You plague their minds, you infest them with thoughts that shall bring about their doom.

You belittle us, for this you shall be made example of.

Listen well for though you think our word empty and barren, within then lies a greater truth. Their meaning holds a key of life. And those who discard all we speak of, woe to them for a fate worst than the grave lies ahead. For no man, regardless of how strong he believes himself to be, no matter how strong his will, can stand against all we are bringing about. None lay stand against our will.

You think yourself safe? You think us defeated before we meet on the altar ? You would learn well from the history of this place. Where those once though to be vanquished and banished forever, rose up and crushed their enemies in a matter of minutes. Learn well this lesson, for though we are thought to be weak, thought the heathens laugh and grow fat at what they believe to be our downfall, know well that we shall rise up, that all we desire shall be brought about, that one day your woe and misery and destruction shall come swiftly and overtake you in the blink of an eye!!!

Come forth Keelan, and test our flesh. Bring about every ounce of night you have in your body against us. Do so, for we shall weather the storm you bring against us. We shall continue forward towards the day of our glorious reign upon this earth. We shall wage wars against you till you fall to your knees in surrender! We shall unleash our wrath upon you till you beg us for mercy. We shall here you cry out in anguish and agony when we bring forth the End Of Ages!!!

Again we stand against you Keelan, again you draw our ire. Did you learn nothing from our last encounter? Did you not see all we had done to Marco Fedor? Why is it that with word we speak for your own benefit, you only seek your own demise? We warned you of the rotten wretch long before he had joined that pack of wolves. We laid waste to Kenny Drake long before he had ever crossed your path. What little was left of him, we have to you. Do not think yourself as greater than us Keelan. Do not fool yourself, for we are eternal, beyond this flesh that you see, and you are but a man who knows not that a heavy sword hangs over his head.

Keelan, you dismiss us as a part of the great beast called Sanitorium. You see not how we have bent shaped voltage to our liking, and how our influence spreads more so over all these lands. The head of this Beast, Eclipse Diemos, and our brother Maero seem to rule Dynasty. Our sisters lay claim to an empire. Beware Keelan, for a never ending nightmare shall soon over run this land called voltage. Soon, sooner than you realize, a great and terrible to force shall lay waste to all whom would be unfortunate enough to come anywhere near it's path. Soon your high towers, and grand structures shall lay in ruins. The order which you believe keeps you secure, shall be overturned and cast into the deepest depths of the sea. Soon Keelan, all that you know, shall be no more.

A pity you rejected us, you could have done great things, you could have seen great wonders, you hand could have brought about great works. Now all you may do is suffer alongside the rest of these putrid masses as the flood of fire sweeps over them, and eats all of you alive! There shall be no mercy, nor forgiveness on that day! None who are found to weak, or inept, or infirm, shall see another moment! All shall cry out, and their terrified screams shall echo out in eternity as sweet music to our ears! You deny us, you deny our truth, and so Keelan Citinich you shall bbbbbuuuuurrrrnnnnn!!!

And upon your ashes we shall make a greater, and better world. Free from rotten wretches as you Keelan. One free of your filth, one cleansed of the poison that has brought this horrid fate upon this earth. Listen well for our words are not empty, they are not spoken lightly, and they are the only warning that you, and the rest of the filth shall receive. At week's end, you shall receive but the smallest taste of the unspeakable horrors that you have brought upon yourself. Shall be made to suffer, every word uttered from your mouth another lash against you. You shall be crushed for all your disrespect, for perhaps one who witnesses what shall befall you, shall turn away from his own evils.

Keelan, our time grows nearer with ever passing second. Our victory shall stand forever, while all you have strived and labored for, shall become nothing more than ash scattered to the wind.

Heed these words for in due time they shall be so.”

(The clouds roll over the moonlight, again bathing Caine in total darkness.)

The End.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 14th 2017, 12:14 am by **Amadeus**

Amadeus walks into an empty dining room of a well maintained restaurant. The room is darkened but we see tables and chairs neatly arranged, ready for the next day's work. As Amadeus walks through the darkened dining room, his shoes click on tile floor and pillars obstruct the view briefly every now and then. He stops at the stairs leading to a loft area, turning to take in the main dining area. He wears his customary white suit, his dark hair slicked back.

"An interesting establishment. Can't say it's a place that I would ever go to, but I suppose that's a point in its favor in most people's books. I tend not to go so high end with my meals. You end up paying more for the atmosphere than the food itself. Ah, but were I the upper crust, like Jon McAdams, where atmosphere is what you want to pay for, maybe I would want to eat here. It's a cute little story that you told about the former owners of this establishment. You're reaching, though, when you try to compare it to the Sanatorium, and myself. You see, the key difference is that this place here was attempting to be something that it wasn't in order to keep up appearance, in order to maintain its spot as a high end fine dining restaurant. It wanted to attract the rich and wealthy and be seen as a part of their lives. The Sanatorium does nothing of the sort. For all its flaws, for all of its cracks and mildew, the Sanatorium does not cater to anyone. We don't seek to be seen as a symbol of social status. We are not looking to take over and run this place, as Hexa-gun once tried to do. People like this place's former owner, people like you, Jon McAdams, you all try to work with the system. Cheat the system, sometimes, bend it to your own advantage, sure. But those things only work if the system itself is still in place. The Sanatorium exists outside the system. The Sanatorium does not care what's trendy or what's considered popular or what's considered to be the proper way of working within the system. We are apart. We are beyond. We spurn society because we do not fit in society. And some of us actively want to see it crumble."

Amadeus walks up the stairs into the loft area. He stands by a table that looks over the dining room. He sits down in a chair -perhaps the same chair that Jon McAdams sat in previously- kicks up his feet on the table and gazes around, a curious look on his face.

"Also, I find it funny that all this time, Jon McAdams has been calling me overly adaptive, calling into question my resolve and comfort in my own identity. Yet now, all of a sudden, I'm like the former owner of this restaurant, who was too stuck in his ways to adapt to a changing world. Which am I? Too mutable? Too rigid? Make up your mind. I think that his confusion comes from truly not understanding me. I don't try to deliberately obfuscate my intentions, although I'm not always straight to the point. I'll admit to that. You cannot comprehend that I can walk a different path and be stronger than you, quicker than you, more determined than you. You can only see things from your narrow perspective. Whereas I can see things from a more ... flexible perspective."

He pushes back with his feet, tipping the chair backwards. As the chair falls backwards, Amadeus nimbly rolls back as the chair hits the ground with a noisy clatter, flipping easily to his feet. Amadeus adjusts his cuffs.

"I can see how your planning, how your scheming, and how your victory-at-all-costs mentality serves you well in EAW. I've said it multiple times and I'll say it again, you are supremely talented and supremely dangerous. It seems even moreso now that Mike Showman is gone. I always felt like he was holding you back. Sure, abrasive brutes have their uses, but he never really had the sheer menace and panache that you had. I believe that you can hold your own against anyone on this roster, that you have the makings of a top tier talent. You're already mostly there, and winning this tournament would certainly make people take notice and treat you as such. You want that, of course. Your style serves your purposes well. It helps you achieve your goals. I see that and I understand all of that. I even appreciate it, as one appreciates a work of art. Everything you do it carefully crafted to further your goals. An almost Sheridan Muller-esque level of efficiency. And it could continue to work for you. But that path, is not mine. I walk the path of instinct and reflex, of speed and imagination, of fire and dreams. What you see as a frivolous display, an unreliable ally, I see as my natural element, my habitat. My home. This match isn't about me proving that you are worthless or your methods are weak -for in truth, they are quite strong. This match is about showing you that the path I walk is just as successful for me as it your path is for you. Moreso, in fact. I see this, and I respect this. While you underestimate me and my own methods, I have a healthy estimation of your own. I know your style is counters within counters, and that you will throw everything you have at me, and maybe, just maybe, it will be enough. Or, you'll hit me with everything you have, use every cheap trick you can come up with, invent a few more, counter everything that you can ... and I ... still ... won't ... stay ... down."

Amadeus grins. He continues walking through the restaurant moving towards the bar.

"Because while you can plan for every angle, every strategy before the match, once that bell rings, the tides of battle are far more in chaos' realm than order's. And when you think that you've done everything that you can to me, when you think that I'm down and out, that's just when the tides of battle will shift. And you won't expect it. You can't expect it. But I'll be ready. And you will succumb to FATE. Ah, but when you hear this, you'll say, 'No, you've fallen into my carefully and needlessly complicated trap!' You've missed the point again, Jon McAdams. The point to this thought exercise is not to verbally counter each other. The point illustrated is that we are both supremely confident in our abilities and either may lead us to victory or to woe. You trust your planning and guile, I'll trust my speed and instincts. Both of us are comfortable in our methods and driven to win. That's what makes this match so special. That's what makes this match so worthwhile. You see, I may not have gold fever like everyone else in this tournament. I think that almost everyone who has spoken has referred to the Interwire Title as 'theirs' at least once. But what does drive me is not the titles and the accolades, but the battles. And this fight with you, Jon McAdams, really ignites my senses. I am almost giddy with anticipation for our fight. It will be a battle like no other that I've been in. The thrill of the hunt. The thrill of the kill. You and I will rip each other to shreds and it will be glorious."

Amadeus reaches the bar. He rummages around behind it and finds a bottle of whisky. He opens it and takes a sniff, wrinkling his nose. Shrugging, he takes a pull and leans against the bar beside a neat pyramid stack of glasses.

"When I beat you, Jon McAdams, I will break and shatter your dreams. Not steal them. I don't know how you misconstrued that. Regardless, I have my own dreams, my own hopes. Holding the Interwire Title isn't precisely, but it does dovetail nicely. Holding the Interwire Title would mean that I would be put in high profile matches against higher quality foes. That would mean more of the competition that I crave so much. More battles where both my opponent and I are fully invested in the fight so much that we make the air sing. Holding the belt will also paint a large target over my head. Many, many people on the roster will dream of being the one to take that belt off my shoulder. And I will be there, to crush their dreams, one-by-one. Because that's what I dream of. And I will fight with everything I have to achieve my dream. Maybe it doesn't fit in your paradigm, Jon McAdams. But it works quite nicely for me."

Amadeus takes another sip from the bottle.

"I understand where you're coming from when you speak about 'Sovereign' meaning a free state, but the way in which you use the word often heavily implies 'Sovereign' meaning ruler. And you are not cut out to be a ruler. You aren't my ruler. You may claim to rule Voltage, and sure, you may be able to pull quite a few strings, but I stand apart from your machinations. Ruling me is like stating that you rule the air. It sounds silly, it gets you nothing, and the air doesn't care that you tried to stick a flag in it. It's like how you were saying, talking about how man forges order in the chaos of nature. Well, sure, man likes to impose his order, and sometimes it really works. Diseases are cured, storms are weathered, and things seem happy ... until a superbug comes out that medicine can't deal with or a storm hits with more ferocity than expected, leaving an entire city halfway underwater. Order makes progress, but chaos is always striking back. An ebb and flow. You say you need to rise before you fall. Well, I think that perhaps you've risen enough. You're riding high on your Grand Design, but it's time for you to suffer a setback. It's time to put a nice crack in that wall that you've built around yourself. It's time to shatter those dreams til they fall around your like shards of broken glass."

Amadeus takes a last pull of the whisky from the bottle. Then with blinding speed, Amadeus turns and rears back to throw the empty bottle into the pyramid of glasses. But as he throws, he lets the bottle roll from his fingers early, sending the bottle spinning high into the air. Amadeus turns back to grin at the camera, and then flashes his hand out to snatch the bottle as if falls. He sets it gently on the bar.

"That might have been funny. But I'll save my breaking for Sunday. Your hopes. Your dreams. Your plans. Maybe even your leg or your arm. I haven't decided. We'll see what comes up. Until Sunday, Jon McAdams."

Amadeus cheerily walks away.

"Maybe I'll have to give this place a shot when it's actually open ..."

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 11:15 pm by **Tomi Venus**

Dynasty vol. 3

You really still believe that discrediting the guy who you’re about to face off against is less that 24 hours is doing you any favors? You wanna ask me if I can bounce back. How do you plan to bounce back after I beat you tomorrow night when not one ounce of respect has been shown for me? How does that make you look? You treat me as though I don’t deserve to step in the ring with you like this isn’t your first match. I’ve been here dude, and I’m willing to bet in five months you will not have achieved a fraction of what I have with that type of attitude. In fact, I’m actually really fucking tired of that attitude. Calling me jealous of you, jealous of what? What do you have for me to jealous of? That you won a single a match against some scrub while I’ve lost three times to guys that are projected to win world titles in the near future?

You know, I’ll admit, maybe I am a bit off my game. Maybe I do need to bounce back. But let’s be honest here. You’re not Ryan Marx… or TLA… or even Darkane. You claim you are, but we both know, everyone knows, your own mother knows that you’re not. And to be fair I don’t think two losses in a row is a losing streak. I did win a match on Showdown the week before Pain For Pride. So I lost at Pain For Pride, lost last week on Dynasty, then tomorrow I’ll beat you. So it’s not much of a streak at that point is it? What I think is so funny is how some guy can just walk into this company, win one match, get high on himself, then come to me, the star of the show, the only man who Dynasty was not willing to make available in the draft, and tell me how I’m a failure. But you know what, that’s fine, because I had other jobs long long ago where the new guy shows up and gets a thumbs up from the boss and thinks he’s hot shit, but back then I didn’t get the chance to wrap him into a Sugar Hold and make his tune a little sweeter.

Maybe at Pain For Pride I slipped up a little bit, got myself beat. I mean I got planted into the mat from Ryan Marx’s shoulders and that dude is 8 feet tall for whatever reason. But I guess you would have kicked out, I’m sorry, forgot I’m talking to hot shot here. But you know what, my next opportunity will come very soon. Because tomorrow I’ll beat you. Then whoever I face next week, whoever it is I don’t care, I’m going to beat them. TLA shows up again, I’ll get payback and beat him. Same goes for Darkane. And I’m just going to keep doing that until I’m given another opportunity at Ryan Marx and take what’s rightfully mine. Because it does belong to me, do you understand that Kasahara. It. Belongs. To ME. I don’t care what I have to do to get it, I’ve done so much in my career in EAW so far. I have beaten men that I shouldn’t have, I have done what people said I couldn’t do. Hell, people said I wouldn’t last two weeks here! Now here comes some disrespectful baby boy, who thinks that he can take everything I’ve done and throw it in the trash and spit in my face.

Kasahara, you may think that what you’re doing right now is ballsy. But the fact that you seem genuinely convinced that you’re as great as you say you are makes me think that maybe balls isn’t what you have, maybe just delusion. You think you’re the first guy to come in here saying you’ve wrestled around the world? Target Smiles has wrestled in every promotion you have ever heard of and then some and the only place I have not been at the top is here in EAW. So if you think I’m a failure here then you’re “I’ve wrestled around the world” argument has no ground to stand on. I don’t even believe that you’ve wrestled around the world because for one; I have never heard of you; and two, you’re accusing me of taking this art as a joke because I wear a mask. If you have wrestled around the world why don’t you understand the symbolism behind masked wrestling. I should not have to sit here and educate you on why wrestlers wear masks if you have wrestled around the world the same way I shouldn’t have to explain how force equals mass times acceleration to a physics professor. Why don’t you wear a mask? Because your ego won’t allow you to miss out on the satisfaction of seeing your face on posters and the side of production trucks? You’re either a fraud or you’re nothing more than an ignorant, over confident joke who won’t even last the five months I’ve spent here. The fact that you’re going to spit in my face is what’s really laughable here because for you this match is a privilege. Do you understand that? As green as you are it is a privilege for you to step in the ring with a star. With me. But instead you treat it as a waste of your time so I’m not going to feel any guilt when I show you what a waste you are to me as I cut off your windpipe and pull your arms out of their sockets and I only wish that you could stay conscious long enough to feel the pain I’m going to put you through...

Woah, that last part was dark. Where did that come from?

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 10:59 pm by **The Mexican Samurai**

DYNASTY III

What has got you so bipolar amigo? At one point you seem as cool as a cucumber… carrot, heh. The next moment you are huffing and puffing about how much I disrespected you when all I’m doing is trying to help you find the rabbit’s fur. All that pink fuzz is just an imitation, it’s nothing more than an illusion that you created yourself, in order to try to compensate for the deep sadness that makes your stomach ache. That loss at Pain For Pride X to the hands of Zack Crash has yet to go away, I know how much a loss stings at the biggest stage of them all, because I lost my Interwire title two years ago under the same circumstances. The difference though is that I realize my mistakes, I know that I ran away and hid, and that I gave up, but guess what? I’m standing right here, right now, ready to accept the hate from all those in the back, to the audience that were shocked about my re-debut only to discover that they still held contempt all those years. I’m ready to sacrifice myself because I’ve accepted the terms of my punishment but you, on the other hand, have not accepted that Pain For Pride X was the biggest thing that you will ever accomplish in your life.

Much like your swaying emotions, you’re spiraling out of control, falling into the same hole that I fell through. The Golden Jackalope staring at you as you desperately try to climb out with all your might. I accepted my position and the Golden Jackalope helped me to escape and to become one. I feel his power MEXMORIZING (great word by the way) me, much like the powerful hip gyrations brought you to your knees, forcing you to simply copy what I’ve done in a vain attempt to imitate someone who cannot be replicated. The self-deprecation on my part is acceptance, the self-deprecation that you point towards yourself is nothing more than a cry for help. Now that the world is no longer noticing you, these desperate attempts to stay relevant in your animal kingdom falls onto deaf ears because believe it or not, these animals can’t understand you. Not in the same way that the Golden Jackalope can understand everything that you are currently suffering through, all those losses that keep building up, including those two losses in a row. I wouldn’t even take the time to mention them, since I lost too, but you are the one that keeps reflecting with the words that come out of your mouth. It’s a daily reminder that you’ve already reached your peak, and Pain For Pride X was your prime. Through all the wear and tear on my body, beating world champions while they still had the belt, going through one of the best Interwire Championship reigns of all time, including fighting for a world title at Grand Rampage. This wasn’t even the start of my prime. I’m only just beginning, because even at that time, I didn’t have my heart in this business, can you imagine how I am when I’m 100% in tune with myself?

I’ll tell you that being sober sucks. The nights where I’m drenched in sweat and shivering, having convulsions as my body tries everything in my power to satiate my desires and ingest another pill. I’m still not all there, the withdrawal is strong but The Golden Jackal stated that I no longer needed the drugs anymore, the dependency on chemicals. I’m going into this match completely clean and there will be no excuses for the results that will happen. There is no one to disappoint anymore, there is no ball that will be dropped, because now I have the whole universe in my hands, including Planet Fournier that you vivaciously get announced from. Planet Fournier will be devoured into the Jackalope’s black hole, until there is nothing left but a crater, a shell of what it was before.

There is so much similarities between you and I, including the similar losses, the important ego checks at Pain For Pride, and the fact that everything came tumbling down so quickly. You can’t pinpoint my career when you following the exact same path! This is where it stops, this is where destiny takes control and the fork opens up. It’s all up to you now on which path you want to take, because the path that I’m going through is riddled with thorns, it’s a path towards enlightenment through damnation. I know that I’m in for the long haul, and I simply can’t hop up the mountain like a goat. I have to face it head on, and persevere like a true human being.

The Golden Jackalope beckons, I’m not the all powerful and all knowing. The Golden Jackalope is. I’m only a follower of it’s light, shining brightly on that long-ridden path as he guides me not only to paradise, but to salvation. You still have a chance to find yours, because if not… I’ll be more than happy than beat your ass until you finally cry all those “human being” feelings out of your body.

I’ll see you on Friday night, “Young Jackalope” Ahren Fournier.

Golden Jackalope is love.
Golden Jackalope is life.
We are all Golden Jackalopes.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 10:31 pm by **Jacob Senn**

Adorable. Darkane believes that I’m some shattered man that shall destroy himself through the vendetta that I have against the false God of EAW. No, you’re very much mistaken by this assumption of the condition that I am in, Darkane.

I’m not a man that has been broken, but a man that has been given a purpose to which I shall bring destruction with.

Accepting a fallacy created from you in an attempt to create this image of a young man that shall be able to defeat the mad king that sits upon his throne, ready to plunge the blade into his heart, would be simple for any man that would walk through these halls. Accepting a defeat from a man like Mr. DEDEDE would be simple for men like you because you don’t share the same high ambition that I’ve carried for myself. You would be content in simply being a world champion, holding a piece of gold on your shoulder to be gifted with an extra zero on your paycheck to be brought before you, but I’m not a man with simple aspirations like the men that would forever be stuck fighting for a chance to be EAW Hardcore Champion. No, I’m a man with a greater plan for my career and the plan that I have is to be the ABSOLUTE BEST IN THIS COMPANY! Not just a Hall of Famer because they’ve allowed a multitude of men to enter that Hall of Fame, proof with the removal of names that didn’t even deserve to be in there, and I don’t simply have the aspiration to be a world champion again. No, my intentions are of a grandiose scale and higher in comparison to those simple avenues of success. I shall gain redemption not simply because of Mr. DEDEDE’s triumph against me and stealing away the prestige that I had garnered over the years because of his egotism, but to snatch the torch out of his hand and raise it above me at his expense. For simply because he decided to latch his hand around that torch for a few moments longer, it doesn’t mean that I will not be right there behind him to snatch it away from him to claim what rightfully belongs to me. I will take everything that should belong to me that he has taken away from me! The claim of being the greatest name to ever be introduced into EAW, the pride in being still undefeated in singles competition at Pain for Pride, and the ability to cement myself as the new age cornerstone of this industry entirely! All of this hasn’t broken me down into a shell of my former self because trust me, you don’t know a DAMN THING about my former self, Darkane. You don’t know what atrocities I’ve committed in this sport and don’t know what I’ve done to people like you who want to carry this fantasy of Jacob Senn being nothing more than a man that has fooled himself! The people told me that I wouldn’t stand a chance against Mr. DEDEDE, that he would win this war between me and him, but trust me in knowing that this war is FAR FROM OVER! My war with Zack Crash lasted for nearly three years… THREE YEARS… and I was the one who ended it with his face buried at the bottom of my boot. Everyone has forgotten the length that I went to be able to stand victorious in the war against him and do you honestly believe that one match is going to end this between the both of us? Simply because it happened on Pain for Pride X? NOTHING has changed and nothing will change between us! I will gain redemption from what happened and if you don’t believe me and want to be like the sheep in the audience that flock behind him as their shepherd, just wait for a little while longer when I come into The John Paul Jones Arena to meet you in the ring. I’ve broken bones, destroyed careers, ended factions, claimed world championships and saved brands with these hands of mine. Do you honestly believe that I won’t be able to handle one man that finds himself to be standing in front of a broken man instead of what I truly am?

A man fueled with a fixation on violence and retribution!

Your gypsy fortunes, the dark magic that you surround yourself with, all of the fantasies that you have cloaked yourself in will be what remains shattered at the end of Dynasty. For I’m here to transform the fantasyland of Darkane with his magic and soothsaying, into the world of reality and truth, one that I rule with severe punishment for those foolish enough to not reside in it. The reality of what happened at Pain for Pride X when Mr. DEDEDE was met with Jacob Senn was that he didn’t defeat me, he didn’t destroy The Punisher on that night with his divine glory, but he escaped by the skin of his teeth his demise as the face of this entire industry! One strike with the Equalizer followed with every move in his arsenal to put me out for enough time to escape as the EAW Interwire Champion, but I know that I would have still been able to fight, if not for his use of the weapon I BASHED ON HIS SKULL ON A WEEKLY BASIS! He went to that level of desperation because he knew that in a straight fight, deep within his charred-black heart and amber soul, that I had his number and had him beat on that night! However, you want to stand there and threaten me with the power of the supernatural because you feel pride in the fact that you beat some masked vigilante that couldn’t get the job done against a philosophical sycophant of his own words to represent Dynasty? WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT ON YOUR PART, DARKANE! QUITE THE ACCOLADE TO ATTACH TO YOUR NAME! To find yourself in a position to where you challenge me and the reason that you find yourself out to claim a victory is not with the skill that you have residing in your body, not the ability of a potential future world champion that you might possess, but the idea that my obsession with Mr. DEDEDE distracts me from the task at hand? False words from a false prophet, I say. As I said the last time your name escape my breath, the last thing my obsession does is cause me to be distracted from the task at hand, but it drives me to complete that task with greater determination and fury than I did before! You believe that I’m in a state that doesn’t pose a threat to you, right? Think I’m like some Alzheimer’s patient that has been admitted to a home because he can’t seem to keep his focus on what’s at stake? Laughable, almost ironic when you think about it, because that’s exactly the same scenario that I found myself in with Mr. DEDEDE. A man that I knew that I was superior to, felt it in my bones that I could outlast and outwit with every step that he took, and what did I get greeted with in return? Humiliation, defeat, failure on the biggest stage that could have been offered onto me. Do you see where this is going, Darkane? Have the messages become clear to you about what the next course of action is? If the next generation of my era was supposed to usurp Mr. DEDEDE from his throne and failed, what makes you believe that you stand a chance to do the same against me? Trust me, quit while you’re ahead. Find another person of your standing to fight with and potentially gain enough momentum behind you to gain a championship opportunity, to where you can find the success you gain, instead of being forced to endure this torture that I deal with on a daily basis. They’ve always said that greatness is more of a curse than it is a gift, but you never truly understand that when someone tells it to you, unless you actually experience it firsthand. Pain for Pride X, it was an enlightening experience of that value, because that’s the moment where my gift to be able to excel in a company like this became a curse.

A curse that shall be passed down towards you as the torch should have been on that fateful night.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 10:13 pm by **Victor Maero**

“You still think I follow Eclipse head first and eyes closed?” Maero spins his scalpel in his hands. He exhales a visible breath and walks further into the freezer. He slides his hand over meat hanging from hooks in the ceiling. “Let me explain the Sanatorium to you since you're so hung up on it. Yes, Eclipse is the leader. No, he is not my boss. No, he doesn’t tell us what to do. The members of the Sanatorium are minded, not controlled. Do you want to know why Eclipse won’t help me in this match? Because I don’t need it and that’s not how we operate. Do you really think a dominant stable like the Sanatorium got this far through orders and cheating? No. We got here through skill, strength, and brutality. You talk like you have all the answers, but let me ask you, where does your information about the Sanatorium come from? Locker room talk? Reddit? Inside of a Snapple cap?” Maero’s hands glide over something clear and plastic. He stops and uses his scalpel to make an incision in the body bag. He squats to look at the closed eyes of the dead man hanging from a hook. He taps the man’s forehead.

“You talk about how I have no past achievements, proceed to ignore the one’s I have, and then tell me that any achievements I have mean nothing. Fine. Tell me, what the fuck have you done? Because I’ll tell you exactly what I’ve done. I made the most dominant stable in EAW what it is. I wouldn’t have been able to do that if I was busy hanging Eclipse’s shirts. I won the top prospect scramble by a fucking landslide, demolishing a man who hadn’t been in the match until the last thirty seconds. I won the Hardcore Title and made sure it had any semblance of prestige. Admittedly, Ahren has been a far better champion than I was. I’ve ended more careers than I can count, Masahiro, Luke Reign, etcetera. And all of that was only on EAW. So, ignore that at your own risk.” Maero pushes the man back making him knock against something behind him with a thump. Maero stands and walks behind him where a long line of people in similar situations looks at Maero through closed frozen eyelids.

“You don’t like people like me. Boo-fucking-hoo. Damn right I’m a freak, good observation. Should I give you a standing ovation like mommy used to or beat you like daddy? People like me should be kept away from you, right? You came to the wrong fucking place. EAW is full of people like me, freaks. Every size and shape imaginable. Unfortunately you pissed of the pack of the darkest bunch there is. You pissed me off and you pissed off the Sanatorium. They won’t help me break your jaw, but they’ll watch and they’ll take notes. For a man of class you really have none. All this talk of testicles makes you sound like a lonely sex ed teacher. Remember to bring protection to the ring. Or just use the only one hundred percent certain way not to have me break your bones and abstain from fighting me at all. You’re outmatched, Hilfiger. I have more experience, more skills, more achievements, more backing, and more strength. Don’t give me that shit. Don’t tell me that I know nothing when you spew nonsense and state it as fact. That kind of idiocy is what’s fucked this world harder than your dick while a Gucci product is in your shopping cart. Capitalism, ho!” Maero runs his hands over the clear plastic covering the bare skin of his victims as he walks down an aisle in the meat freezer with two lines of them on either side.

“I’ve let more blood spill than you’ve seen in your entire life. I’ve stained more clothing red than nice jackets you own. Our worlds, our truths, our beliefs will all clash. Please, give me everything. I want every drop of strength, every bit of life in you. Bring it all so that I can bleed it out of you. I’m the worst case scenario for you. I’m an apex predator, I’m a monster. I want nothing more than to make you swallow every word you’ve vomited toward me. Now I’ll I’m doing is killing time until I can get to you. You’re here to win, I’m here to break bones. You’re about to walk into a ring with me, I let my demons run rampant in the ring. I promise Hell will seem a lot less fictional when you get in the ring with me.” Maero stops and turns back toward the camera.

“Welcome to EAW.”

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 8:22 pm by **Nobi**

Showdown III

We are getting closer to Saturday. We all are going to tear each-other to prove who’s the best man between the 6 of us. Some of you try to get under my skin, but too bad, I’m not hurt by any of your comments. Professional Wrestling is a great sport, but the trash-talking is always a part of it. So it’s natural, we should be mentally ready for our matches and we should be ready what our opponents has to say to us. A’right I’ll start with Lucas Johnson first...

*Nobi takes a deep breath*

HEY! LUCAS JOHNSON! YOU DON’T NEED TO YELL! WE ALL CAN HEAR YOU\R VOICES ALREADY YOU HEAR ME?! STOP WASTING YOUR BREATH AWAY! IT’S NOT GOOD FOR YOU!

God dam it, you’re so annoying...

Why are you so upset Luke? Did I piss on your cocoa puffs cereal in the morning? Oh I get it, I know why. Because you know everything I said is a truth, right Lucas? You know, you are similar to Mark Michaels, you didn’t check my first message to you, but it’s ok, it’s all fine, you don’t have listen to it anymore because you’re clearly not focused, Lucas. You said it yourself that you can’t get Finnegan Wakefield out of your head and it really makes your mind divided. You want to concentrate on both Showdown and NEO at the same time and it makes you really lose your cool. You lost your New Breed Championship because you can’t control your anger. It always make you exhausted instead and it always lead you to your own downfall. If you can’t control your anger, you might suffer the same fate like last week and at Pain For Pride as well. In the other hands, I’m calm, I can keep my head straights, I’m 100% focused on this match. Cooler head always win. I clearly have an advantage over you. You list some people that you’ve taken out. That’s great, it must make you feel really good. Unfortunately, as much as I hate to say this, they never win any titles in this company. In Finnegan’s and *cough cough* Mark Michael’s cases though, they still haven’t winning a big one yet. I haven’t won a title myself, but do you know the people that I’ve beat and forced them to bow down to me? The former National Elite Champion and New Breed Champion, Rex McAllister. We keep trading win and loses to each-others. A very great competitor. Kevin Devastation, a former World Champion and a Hall of Famer, I managed to beat him in a tough match. JJ Silva a former New Breed Champion like yourself, I managed to make him tap out. Stuffed Crust did fail to beat The High Rollerz twice, but I did beat Jack Ripley and David Davidson in one on one match respectively. And the list just goes on. So yes, you supossed to fear me, but I’m not forcing you. You’re about to learn the truth yourself this week. Don’t bother making a “copy and paste” comment about me being the failure of Stuffed Crust. Mark Michaels already said it before and I already answered it. So anyway, why did you fail to beat HBG anyway?

A’right, I’ve mentioned your names a few times Michaels, now please tell me, if you’re the greatest professional athlete this company has to offer, why you haven’t won a title yet? You’ve been sticking your nose in this company longer than I am, but why you haven’t accomplished anything yet? How many times do I have to tell you that you aren’t the one who scored the victory for your team last week? It was a controversial win anyway. If you didn’t break Johnny Nova’s pinfall, you would lose the match, don’t you get it? It was the only thing you did in your match last week anyway. You’re so proud of that fact huh? You even made a statement that you beat POP last week. Guess what? You’re fooling yourself, Michaels. You’re a dummy. You will always be a dummy. It’s all fine if you really DID pin him 1-2-3 last week but you didn’t. I don’t know what kind of drugs do you use, but it must be a good shit to make you really delusional. In the other hand, I did beat Kevin Devastation in a proper one on one match and guess what? He’s a Hall of Famer too. I already said it earlier to Lucas but I guess know you know who’s the better man between you and me huh? I don’t think you can answer all those questions, Michaels. You know, you do care about me being in this match, Michaels. First, you keep questioning my spot and second, you already said it yourself that you want to throw me out from the top rope. If you don’t care about me, you won’t even bother to make that statement. Go ahead and bring your best shot and try to come at me, I dare you, it won’t be enough. Who did the management give a shit about between me and Lioncross? Well, here I am finding myself in the Ring of Fire 6-Man Battle Royal for the no. 1 contender spot for National Elite Championship out of nowhere. I’m still questioning myself, why did Damien Murrow decide to give me a spot in this match, but one thing I know for sure, I’m not an extra guy. He could have made it a 5-Man Battle Royal instead of 6, he already did it last year in Diablo 2016 PPV, he could even named other guys like Diamond Cage or CM Banks, but he chose me to be apart of this match. I don’t think I deserved this match, I really do, but I’m going to make sure not to waste it away and I’m going to make sure, I’ll be the last man standing in this match, Michaels.

Johnny Nova, we don’t have any hatred towards each-other, we both know that. I’m glad you are welcoming a fight because we’re going to have one this Saturday. No matter what the outcome, we will always respect each-others. You want to redem yourself from last week? It’s your opportunity to do so this week. I hope I can make you satistifed about how good I really am in our first encounter. We’re going to wrestle in that very ring and we’re going to push each-others to the limits. Let’s really find out who’s the better man, shall we?

POP and Kaise, I’m waiting for you guys. Go ahead and check my previous message towards both of you this week. Don’t feel so offended if my words hurt both of you though.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 5:36 pm by **Jon McAdams**

The camera turns on, revealing a brightly lit restaurant with black pillars, white tile floors, and post modern chandeliers. The seating at each table is spacious, but currently each seat in the restaurant is currently filled, Sitting at a table set high above the rest of them in a loft area that oversees the restaurant is Jon McAdams. his suit is jet black, and he is looking very relaxed while staring out at the building. In his hand he carries a glass of wine, which he sips as the camera focuses on him.

“I came to this restaurant about three years ago. It claimed to be the fanciest restaurant in all of Houston Texas. It was filled with gaudy decorum. Everything was gold and grandiose and it certainly looked the part. It had all the fixings of a something that would not allow the average person to consume it. This place had been in business since 1948. The owners son had taken over the restaurant and was always under the impression that this place was just too good to fail and it stayed the same for years and years and on the day that I had visited, it was empty with the exception of a server, a chef, a busser, and the owner. The place was ready to go under. So certain of its success it lost touch with the people around it. It was incapable of adapting. It stuck to its plan and eventually fell to pieces. So I made him an offer and told him I would fix the place if he continued to run it. I purchased it for below market value and once it belonged to me, I fired him and all of his staff. I found my own people and put them into positions, I tore down these relics from the past and created something out of it, I kept the name, but I removed everything else and when it reopened, I had success in another business venture. The thing is, I don't know anything about the restaurant business. But I have the resources to find people who do. I don't spend my time worrying about this place because the people underneath me are well aware of the consequences of failure and very much embrace what I give them in success. But the point being, I had a vision for this place, it came to me as I sat here eating their outdated food and looking at what this beautiful building could be. So I acted on it and here is what it wrought. Meanwhile this man had a plan that wasn't working and he stuck to that plan while the whole world passed him by. When I think of this man, I think of members of the Sanatorium. When I think of this man, I think of you.

Please understand, I don't think you are some fool spewing foam from the mouth like a dog with rabies, of all the members of the Sanatorium, you might be the most centered, but you are correct , in some ways, I look down on you, and your kin. Because I see you all as something with so much more potential than what you are being used for. From your looks, to your actions, I see a way you could be used in a far higher capacity but many of you have relegated yourselves to being just as you are, moving at the pace that you are, fine with how fast the world is moving, uncaring of how quickly time can take away everything you have worked for. You see, I believe you have a plan, and I am certain you believe if you stick to that plan, it's going to be fruitful. But I have many plans, and while you execute yours, I have already begun countering it, and while you stick to that plan, I have already whittled at your core, and when you keep pushing hoping that if you just keep going it will work out, it will be too late, you will find yourself desperate, and then at that moment, your plan will break apart, and you will turn to Chaos as your ally, but I know the truth. Chaos has no ally, and you will throw yourself at me in desperation and I will take full advantage, and I will beat you, whether it's by DQ, pinfall, or countout, whatever it may be. You bring your plan, and like this owner, you will find that as I move and change and control the wind that you fly in, the next thing you know, you will have been victimized by me.

But what I like to hear is a man who is willing to change. Beyond your identity crisis I see what you are doing. What you are building and I applaud you, even if it is a slow change, a change is good and I see that you wish to become this dreamer, but I see that the only way for you to do it, is to steal others dreams and visions and that is somewhat disappointing, especially when I have no problem with making you apart of my own.

I meant no disrespect when I didn't answer your question. I thought the answer was obvious. You, as a member of Sanitorium have seen the results of loss in my career. Its funny, because you talk about Crash… the day that man beat me is the same day that I later won the Hardcore title. And the day I lost my title and was unable to retake it from Maero, Sovereign awoke and I have been tearing through the roster ever since. If I fail, if the Grand Design turns out to be something that is broken, then I will make it right. That is my duty as Sovereign. But who knows, maybe something more is born out of loss, something greater than what I am, but I believe that if my Crusade is threatened at this match between us, you may see that manifest itself to save what I hold most dear. So don't sit there and try to make me out to be so rigid, we both know what happens to great men when they fail. They rise up farther than before and there is so much room to get to where I need to go.

Sovereign has many meanings, it can mean a nation that stands alone, or it can mean complete control. Complete control can be used at the discretion of the one who controls it. I control Voltage, but it just hasn't realized it yet nor do I want to exert my authority until the right time comes. It is it only about having the power, but knowing when to wield it. Timing is everything. I know what is best for it, it is not a narrow world view as you see it. Maybe you think that my goal and purpose is simply to eradicate anything that disagrees with me. That my Crusade to establish order is a way to remove freedom. It shows that while I may have misjudged you, you have completely miscalculated who I am and what I am doing. You say lack of imaginations? You have no idea what I am capable of, but look at you, in your current state, and I see the makings of greatness but it isn't quite there yet, as you said, you have not reached where you want to go and I am afraid what you bring to the table right now isn't enough to compete with what I have put together.

Chaos is not the unending monster that rules. Yes, you are correct, in some ways. Empires fall, and kingdoms end but it is not before they rise, and they always rise. When you look at the state of the world, is it nature that has won out? or has the armies and nations of man taken this place? Yes at one point, people were at the mercy of chaos, but now, disasters are controllable, disease does not ravage, and when people are caught in devastating grips of chaos, the damages are far more minimal and at the discretion of how much money those in power are willing to put into it save people. and while nothing is permanent, I must first rise before I can fall, and it is not yet my time to fall. You, however, have a different vision in mind. This is a momentary distraction for you. You cannot achieve what you wish down this path, and I won't let you take this from me. Someday you may be the volcano that falls on my empire, or the hurricane that I must tame, but right now, you, like me, are just a man with a singular plan, going against something that has been preparing for this moment for so very long.

Plans and schemes can fail, but you only account for what you are bringing forward. You want to manufacture something? I am doing the same thing. You want to tie me up? tear at my joints? rip my limbs? come now, you would have to catch me first. All the while, I am taking you down bit by bit before I strike my final blow. I assure you, in the event that you are somehow able to capture me, to hold me, to have me where you want me, and at the moment where it seems like I cannot slither out, and I cannot escape… well then, beyond all planning, beyond all scheming, you will still have to deal with me, as a man, as a fighter, as a wrestler. While we play mind games, while we scheme to gain victories the one thing you seem to forget is that I am no slouch in the ring. I know that if were to just fight you, fairly, within the rules that small men follow, and great men take advantage of. If you and I were to fight cleanly, I am the better warrior. You will take your plan against my many, you will throw your best at my best, and it is quite possible that I push myself too hard but regardless I will gain the victory, even if you take a piece of me with you.

I am looking forward to locking up with you. I don't pay lip service, and I don't care too, nor do I need to pretend that I care for how you feel. I know now, your convictions run deep, and I find nothing more satisfying than facing a man like that and defeating him. When we collide, I look forward to fighting a man who will leave it all in the ring, who will do whatever it takes to win. I have grown tired of playing chess with children who rely so heavily on the referee to protect them. There are no excuses in a battle like this and in the end, one man is the victor and the other is the victim.

So sharpen your teeth, sharpen your claws, practice your strikes, and prepare yourself for the fight of your life because this sunday, you will chase me like I am the prey, and you will bare your teeth and strike, you will corner me, and when you believe you finally have me, you will realize you are out of gas, out of strength and trapped. And it will be at that moment, that I will eat you. Amadeus, the man of many faces, I look forward to taking this one from you.

The Sovereign Crusade marches on…”

Camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 5:30 pm by **Darkane**

Dynasty III

And the crowd cheers as the beast has awoken from a deep sleep, fluttering his heavy eyes, trying to get his wits about him. He scowls angrily across his layer of skulls in search of Mr. DEDEDE. He will slam his fists mightily against the walls of his cave, he will snarl and spew fire incinerating everything in site while he chases around the mystifying illusion of Mr.DEDEDE.

Mr.DEDEDE haunts your dreams doesn't he Jacob? He is the twisted symphony in your head that won't stop playing, he'll show himself occasionally like an apparition and disappear from your sights in the same motion. The vengeance that you seek is so close yet so far. He is always one step ahead of you and you can't stand it. He drives you crazy, he pushes you to the brink of insanity and I'm simply watching you from afar.

I'm watching you self-destruct.

Oh the irony, it shines with such glory. The destroyer himself crumbling to the ground before a self-proclaimed God, as he watches you wither away. Look at you Jacob, you're a mess. You're pathetic. You're screaming out loud but nobody can hear you, nobody can hear your groans and moans of pure suffering, pedestrians will just stare in awe wondering what this man is doing on his knees with his palms pressed against his ears in a futile attempt to stop the madness. Mr.DEDEDE has got you in the palm of his hands. It's quite demoralizing really, The Punisher, stripped down naked in front of the masses and all who bear witness to this atrocity slap their knees in laughter and carry on through the day as if nothing has transpired. You may try to deflect the notion that Mr.DEDEDE is the better man, you may try to plead to anyone who will listen that you can best Mr.DEDEDE but the rumors have spread and the gossip has leaked through the seams that you're a broken man. You're a battered, shell of oneself. Why don't you accept it? I see no error in doing so. Instead of ignorantly beating your head against a cement wall, you should instead stop what you're doing, accept the reality of the situation and shrink down into a fetal position. That's where I come in. Like an unwanted crow, shuffling my feathers about, soaking in all of the pent up spite and sadness that is gleaming off of you. I'll walk over to your sunken body, I'll kneel down beside you and gaze into the eyes of the beast and slowly put my cigarette out on your skull.

And there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

Not while you're mesmerized by Mr. DEDEDE at least. It is written in the tea leaves, that if you're distracted, then it is you who will meet the canvas and it is you who's body will be contorted in inconceivable ways. You cannot change my mind. You wanted to know what makes me so special? What makes me different than all the other wounded warriors that have scraped their swords against your proud bronze shield? The difference is that I'm hungry, no, I'm famished for supremacy. I salivate at the mere thought of laying waste to you and resting my foot upon your crimson stained carcass, but what will I get on Dynasty? The destroyer who aims to sever the head of any man who dares speak against him? The destroyer of old, the destroyer that has scorched this very earth with inexorable acts of annihilation? Or will I get a crying, feeble-minded fool who can't get what he wants, so he, in turn, takes out all of his angst on a man who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Why should I fear to be a punching bag to a man in a weakened state of mind? Your punches would be all but hollow at this point. Why should I fear your rage when I see it brewing from a mile away? How can you use my bones to slam against a bongo drum, when you can't even lift yourself out of your incensed stupor? You have lost your way. You have fallen below the mental threshold of even Target Smiles, which is an impressive accolade if I do say so myself. I thought he was deranged, but you surely take the cake. If you want to devise a plan of punishment aimed towards yours truly, then you will have to shift not just a tiny increment of your focus to Darkane, but all of it. Or else you will experience a baptism by fire and you will be derailed and beaten unmercifully within an inch of your life.

I sang your praises, I glossed over your accolades and you still feel disrespected? I know what you are capable of. The book has been written on Jacob Senn for all to see, but I'm still a lucid yet unknown anomaly, you cannot say with a straight face that you will demolish me because you haven't a clue of the extremes that I have stashed in my back pocket. You haven't a clue of the barbarity I am capable of. You haven't a clue of my pain threshold, it is seemingly infinite. Whatever you decide to dish out, I can take it with the best of them. So I invoke you to send down a wrath upon me that would break any normal man but you should not be surprised when you meet resistance, you should not be shocked when I smile my pearly yellows back up at you after all of the physical vexation that you aim to take out on me has been carried through with. My name is Darkane and that name is starting to gather strength in itself, it is slowly gaining a reputation. It is my reputation that I have to hold to the highest of standards, it is my reputation that I have to defend with the utmost virtue and idolatry.

If you are going to drag me through a baneful and nightmarish realm of brutality then it is my job to clasp on to your feet with my dirty reptilian nails and drag you underneath straight down into the grave. This isn't a one-way street, it takes two to tango. I find it amusing that you seem to cower away from the idea of us becoming heated rivals solely for the fact that you are petrified of meeting a fate such as the one you met at Pain for Pride X. Fear not, you already fall under that category, you are the dragon with ten thousand scales that needs to be slain in order for me to prevail. You are my rival and you have no choice but to abide by that. I don't care if you're distracted or not, you are an enormous target in my eyes and I cannot afford to let you out of my sights.

It is not the burden, but the overburden that kills the beast.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 4:17 pm by **The Consigliere**

“You can’t please everyone". Rex McAllister’s words couldn’t ring any truer. And how sad it’s going to be when he quickly finds one of those people he can’t satisfy is himself. He loses the National Elite Championship and expects to elevate to the EAW Championship scene. It’s actions like these that show everyone that no matter how far Rex has come in his career, he still has that much further to go. You elevate yourself and your career by winning. Boneheaded Rex McAllister has only been capable of doing that on the smallest scales of success, and I honestly can’t help but to feel awful for him. He wants to rise, but he’s doomed to stagnate. Once this whole ordeal passes and he finds out he is not and never will be World Championship material, he’ll settle into an unrewarding and unglamorous but safe career of National Elite Championship contention. There’s nothing wrong with that. So many wrestlers lower on the food chain would love to have that spot. They’d be grateful for it. But I just can’t imagine how humbling it is to know that you’ve plateaued after only a year in EAW, and at the hands of someone so many of you see as “only” a woman? Embarrassing. Of course, that short description doesn’t even come close to telling the whole story. I’m not a woman who happens to be a wrestler. I’m a wrestler who happens to be a woman. Devan Dubian said on Showdown how he won’t make the same mistake my former partner Y2Impact did by underestimating me. I wouldn’t expect anyone to say anything less publicly, but internally how can they not? These men see someone of significantly smaller stature and take me lightly, and all they manage to accomplish with that attitude is poisoning themselves when the tides turn and they’re on their last legs. But I can’t blame them. If I were a man and my attacker were a woman nearly a foot shorter than me, I’d make the same mistake they have and think I’m strong enough to defend myself with no assistance needed. And that’s why even though it appears Rex is in a win-win situation, he actually has everything to lose. Win against me on Showdown, he cements his status in the public’s eye as a legitimate contender. Lose against me, he becomes Y2Impact with all the shame of losing to a woman but none of the riches and World Championships. He truly believes that one fluke victory aided by grabbing a handful of Devan Dubian’s tights launches him into legitimate contender status. It must be difficult being so much of a naive air-headed buffoon, but once you take that into account it’s easy to see why Rex is constantly choking in the spotlight. Choking on his aspirations, staying in the same scene forever while I continue to evolve. While I continue to drop jaws and drive audiences to awe by blowing away their expectations. Barely anybody thought I could beat Y2Impact at Pain for Pride. The silence was truly deafening when the referee’s hand hit the mat for the final three count. Shocking the world isn’t new to me. It’s a habit. I followed my heart and desires rather than the naysayers and I made magic happen in a way nobody ever thought I could. The same can happen with the EAW Championship. On the other hand, I can just imagine the image of Rex McAllister self-pitying after a hard-fought match at Pain for Pride, realizing he no longer has the National Elite title, and has only the very thinnest shreds left of his pride. It must have been tough work patching yourself back together physically and mentally after taking the most frustrating loss of your career. You’ve picked up the pieces of the shattered glass and reassembled yourself, but for what? Just to get broken again… by me.

Whenever something nobody expects to happen, happens, the excuses start pouring in. People can’t just be in disbelief. There has to be some underlying reason the public is oblivious to. Something corrupt. So airheads like Rex McAllister start doing one of two things. Either they start creating idiotic conspiracy theories on the internet, or more frequently when we’re talking about wins and losses in EAW, they begin a smear campaign on whoever the upset winner was to try and delegitimize the victory by trashing her opponent. When it comes to Pain for Pride, I beat a “weakened, delusional” Y2Impact, if you ask Rex. But that isn’t reality. That’s the fiction he created to numb his own little insecurities in preparation for his match against me. Rex wants to make himself feel more confident about his chances for a win, so instead of giving credit where it’s due in what would be the least expected possible option, he does an absolutely awful job of trying to sweep the rug out from underneath me. Take all the fight out of me. Whatever. Because Rex knows deep down inside that if Y2Impact couldn’t beat me at Pain for Pride, neither can he. And that’s the cruel reality Rex is trying to shoo away, trying to convince himself of the opposite. So instead of facing the truth, he’d rather create his own version of events because if he didn’t make the choice to live in this little warped world of his, his self-confidence would be a zero just like his chance of winning the EAW Championship.

And I wouldn’t expect anything different. I don’t expect Rex, or anyone else, to just up and forfeit. Better to be a proven loser than a coward. But that Rex actually thinks he has to remind me that I won’t be given the luxury to let my guard down just proves how far apart he is from reality. Do you really think out of all the matches I’ve competed in over the past two years, the Glass Gauntlet matches, the Elimination Chambers, the Grand Rampages, and all of the championship matches that I’ve been a part of, that I could ever have escaped if I didn’t know the basic rule to keep up my guard at all times? From all corners, men larger than me and with weapons in their hands would try and slash my face, bloody me, brutalize me, and really try anything short of attempted murder… And you actually think you have to remind me that I’m not supposed to let my guard down? This is why you’ve been stuck looking up at the World Champions for the past year, Rex. You’ve got nothing but air in that thick skull of yours, and with each passing ignorant statement you accomplish nothing but to prove to the people that you’re far dumber than you look. I’ve been forced to be on alert every single match that I’ve competed in. I dealt with assault after assault on a weekly basis from the same Y2Impact you called “weakened” and “delusional.” I’m really starting to think you’re accusing others of what you’re actually guilty of. Being weakened after losing the National Elite Championship. Being delusional and oblivious. I know for a damn fact that if I weren’t as alert and aware inside the ring as I’ve been, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now running down your shortcomings. I’d be in a hospital bed eating food through a straw, regretting that I would be stupid enough to do something as dangerous as competing with the beasts with sharp teeth that roam in the shadows of EAW. Instead, I’ve cracked them all down a few pegs. Instead, I’ve taken those beasts out of their natural habitat and brought them down to my world. I’ve dulled their teeth with skin thick enough that they can’t pierce. And your pitiful resolution to sink your fangs into me will end in the same way every other arrogant bottom-feeder’s try has ended… With chipped teeth. Listening to you, really, you were wrong about a lot. And I mean a lot. So much. That’s why the one thing you actually managed to get right stands out like an eyesore. Showdown is a proving ground, but I’m nobody’s stepping stone, and least of all yours. After I’ve finished banging my point home like a drum, digging for scraps in the undercard suddenly won’t seem like such a bad idea to you after all. That’s a promise.

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 4:08 pm by **Cody Marshall**

Howdy Houston, Texas!

I can’t tell you how happy I am to be competing in front of the greatest crowd in the greatest state in the USA! I’m a Texas man myself and I look forward to every time EAW makes our way back to the Lone Star State because this is where I was born, this is where I was raised, and this is where I live to this day! I tell ya, I could not have picked a better place than Texas. I swear to God there is no place on earth better than the great state of Texas. And there is no crowd better than a Texas crowd. Like they say, everything’s bigger in Texas! Even when it seemed everyone was against me, I could always count on a hero’s welcome from my people in this wonderful state!

My first big ticket match in EAW, when I took on The Philly Kid at Showdown’s Supershow: Rite of Passage, took place in the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas. I kicked Philly Kid’s ass and he was never seen again in EAW! For months, Philly Kid would not stop with his Philadelphia bullshit. He would insult our state of Texas week after week and make some God-awful southern jokes, which he was the only one laughing at. He hobbled around in that Dorito-stained Sixers jersey, interfering in my matches because he couldn’t stand the fact that I was simply the better man. But in the end, I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I was the better man. The Philly Kid was never seen in EAW again after our match at Rite of Passage. That right there is what Cody Marshall is capable of. When I’m operating on all cylinders, there ain’t a man in the world who could stop me. And that’s a fact.

For those who doubt me, I have a few words for you: Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither was the US of A!

While last week didn’t go according to plan, it represents a step in the right direction. I got in the ring with a man most people expected to kick the shit out of me, and I gave him the fight of his life. And although I won’t be moving on in this Interwire Championship tournament that does not mean I have lost hope. It sure as hell doesn’t mean I’m not gonna get my hands on some gold one way or another. Ain’t nothing no losers and haters can do to stop me.

I know there are some people on this brand who are not big fans of me. Our color commentator Nathan Fiora, a former champion just like myself, is one of them. Jon McAdams called me a “fat, balding overgrown manchild”. That’s funny. Now I could rip him a new one over that comment, but I’m not going to. He’s one smarmy, pretentious son of a bitch. Oh, you didn’t think I could use big words too, guys? You think I’m just some dumb piece of trailer trash? Well… ok, where was I? Oh yeah, McAdams. He’s an asshole, but at least he’s the funny kind of asshole. I laughed a little bit when I heard that line. But anyways, best of luck to whoever wins this tournament. They’re gonna need it when they defend against me down the line. Laugh all you want, just like Ryan Marx did before I kicked his philosophizing ass and won the New Breed Championship.

I’m not gonna lie, these last few months have not been kind to me. I think about the struggles, the hardships, and the failures nearly every waking moment of my life. Then I remember: I’m just a human. Each and every one of us has struggled at one point or another. But what separates guys like me from the guys who I’ve sent packing back where they came from, the Philly Kids of the world, is that we have the inner strength to not give up, and not be a quitter, because we know that tough times never last, but tough people do! What you see right here, is 6 foot 8, 305 pounds of American made toughness. I’m the toughest sonofabitch in EAW and I ain’t afraid of anyone on this roster. The only thing I fear is the good Lord up above.

So when I was told I’d be wrestling Shaker Jones, I wasn’t afraid. I’ve heard all about how hardcore this man is. They even call him “The Hardcore Hero”. This is a man who’s not afraid to do whatever it takes to win. Shaker Jones pushes everyone he faced to the limits and isn’t afraid to shed some blood, sweat, and tears along the way. He’s from Manitoba, way up north in Canada. He’s faced down many snowstorms, but he’s never faced a man like me. Although Shaker Jones may very well be the most “hardcore” son of a bitch on voltage, he’s not Cody Marshall level. He’s brash and inexperienced, he’ll make one wrong move, a deadly mistake, and I’ll pounce. One, two, three. I win, cause you don’t mess with Texas. I’m fixin’ to beat this son of a bitch in record time for this Houston crowd, and that’s about all I gotta say about that.

Thank you Texas! See y’all on Sunday!

Re: EAW Promoz! July 13th 2017, 4:06 pm by **showster26**

Showdown Promo #3

(The scene opens aboard United Airlines flight 314 to Salt Lake City. It's here in the first class section, where we find EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels. Judging from the expression on his face, Michaels is most displeased at the lack of superior amenities on this particular airline, and is more than willing to express his grievances to his agent, Johnny J.)

Michaels: … I mean we have to sit next to each other like we're in goddamn business class! I should be stretching out in my own personal canopy, but instead I'm stuck rubbing elbows with nobodies… no offense John.”

(Johnny simply shakes his head, as Michaels takes slug of his gin.)

Michaels: “ I swear, I am sick and tired of half ass, second rate pieces of crap trying to pass itself off as the top of the line, A number one, gold standard of quality. I'm tired of every jackass who can put together three words in a sentence claiming their the absolute best. From this shitty airline, to the five rat bastards who can seem to get the the message that this is the season where Mark Michaels makes his mark on EAW once and for all, and come hell or high water, it will happen believe me. I am out to show the world exactly the difference between all the pretenders who think their the top of the mountain, and the genuine article who stands alone at the very peak! I am here to give these people a real contender, a real champion, one who they could be proud of. One who they wouldn't be ashamed of when the hand over their hard earned money for a t-shirt, or when they pin his poster to the wall. I am making it my mission to reclaim what should have been mine a year and a half ago, and elevate the National Elite title to the must watch, top of the heap division not just on Showdown, but Elite Answers Wrestling as a whole. I am coming to bring a new level of prestige to that belt, I am here to keep it from being lost in a gutter outside some crappy dive bar, and I am here to save it the possibility of ever falling into the hands of one of these overhyped, underdeveloped dickheads who are about to get torched in the ring, before they get burned outside of it, this Saturday Night.

Johnny Nova, I have no idea what Carley Simon, or Johnny Cash have ever done to deserve you spitting on their respective careers by covering some of their biggest hits, with your horse, grating, nails on a chalkboard voice. I mean I don't know what you suck at more, karaoke, or wrestling?! Tell you what pal this Saturday night the only Johnny Cash tune you’ll be singing is Hurt, meanwhile everyone in that arena will join me in saying nobody does it better! See because when I say something, it's not bullshit that shot out of my mouth instead of my ass, as it always seems to be the case with you. Your too sweet to be sour? Judging by your win/loss record, you're just sweet and sour chicken shit! You keep throwing all this random crap to impress the morons in the crowd, the ones who are easily impressed by bright colors, and goofy outfits. But you know who isn't impressed by any of your gimmicks, Me, and the four other guys who you'll be standing in the ring against!

Yeah, you got us talking about you Johnny, but the thing is it's not like we're holding you in high standard as a threat. No, we talk about you the way you talk about a fly that keeps buzzing right by your ear. You can't help but be annoyed with it till the moment you swat it, and leave it as nothing more than some gunk on a rolled up newspaper. I'm not trading verbal jabs with you, I'm not looking for you comeback at me with some lame insult. No, I want you to fucking recognize who is the the man around here! I want you to take a good long look, and admit to the world that Mark Michaels is absolutely Perfect! From his form on each and every one of his suplexes, to the cardio to go all night long, to the combination of speed, strength, and technical acumen he possesses. I want you and all the others to get in line, and start bowing down to man who is hands down, the single best wrestler on the EAW roster! And if you won't do before Saturday Night, than by all means I'll just have to kick your neon painted ass until you do!

And let's not forget about your old buddy POP, even though just about everything about him is forgettable. Let me ask you something POP, why shouldn't I brag about winning last week? Why shouldn't I tell everyone of my friends, followers, and subscribers across all of social Media, that I just added another hall of famer’s name to the list of those who have been beaten by Mark Michaels? Don't be hating on me, just because I walked out with a victory, just as I said I would. Your whole ‘I'm still think I'm still worth a damn’ attitude has really been off putting, I've never see someone develop this big a case of Michaels envy so fast. Now I know you're feeling threatened because the prospects of your comeback meaning anything took a nose dive the moment I got drafted to Showdown, but that's still no reason to acting like a giant douchebag. I mean I have taken guys who are twice the man you are to their absolute limit. Guys like DeDeDe, and Impact, Men like Zack Crash. Hell Scott Oasis turned tail and ran because he didn't want any of Mark Michaels. So if I beat the hell out of those living legends, than it's only natural that I'll kick the ever living shit out of you POP. Because unlike you, I’m in my prime, I'm at the top of my game, and I just keep getting better and better with every match. I’m not out just get by on old glories, I am here to lead the new era of Showdown. I'm here to be the top dog in EAW for a long time to come. What's the best you could hope for? Will you be around in ten years from today? Hell will you even be here next week? I've seen so many guys like you step up to take one last shot at being the man here in EAW, and I've sent a shit ton of them back to whatever hole they crawled out of. This Saturday night POP, don't be surprised if your the next one to do so, courtesy of your Social Media Champion.

Nobi, I don't know if you have a hard time understanding English. It sure seems like it with every time you reply to whatever I have to say. When I talked about being on you being on the Pain For Pride Pre-show while I made it onto the actual FPV, I was speak as to how I was considered a bigger star with more talent. When I spoke about you being missing in the two weeks since then, I was speaking as to how you are so low on the talent totem poll, that you when from championship contention, to not being booked. Guess it isn't hard to see who got Stuffed Crust their title shot, who was the one between you and Lioncross the management gave a shit about. And now here you are stepping into my ring, to earn s shot at my championship, all the while admitting that you don't deserve it. Tell me Nobi, why should I even care that you're in this match? What makes you any better than POP, a guy whose just getting a shot because he's been on the brand for a while, and Murrow needed an extra guy in this match. Nobi right now you're not a contender, you're a number. You're just another guy I'm gonna chew up, and spit out over the top rope into the fire. You're exactly like Lucas, and Johnny Nova, because neither one of them earned their place in this match either. Meanwhile I have a win over a hall of famer added to my credits last week. So don't tell me some bullshit about how you're on my level. Hell you’re not even on the same game! I am the Greatest professional athlete this company has to offer, I am this sports greatest hope to continue and thrive. I am the guy who seizing every opportunity by the throat, holding on with every last ounce of strength in my body. I am coming to the Maverik arena, and setting the house in fire with an incredible performance, the likes of will never be forgotten. I am coming to keep mediocre talents like yourself, as far away from championship gold as possible. So come at me Nobi, and you'll see first hand exactly how Goddamn special I am, after I send your ass sailing over the top rope via a first class seat on the end of my boot! This Saturday I'm getting my hand raised, no ifs, no ands, no buts.

Kaise Boetius, i know you haven't been here long but just giving you the heads up, their aren't any friends, not in this business. Sure there are allies. There factions, there are co-workers, but Friends, not really. Now I'm telling you this because everything that happens between us, it's just business. It'll be nothing personal when I send you over the top rope, it won't be with any more malice than any of the others. And sure maybe of the opportunity presented itself, we could get rid of the dead weight who didn't earn this match like we did, the guys who got early Christmas presents from management. Sure, you got enough potential, that I wouldn't mind clearing the trash off the front lawn with you, but like I said it's still business at the end of the day. And my business is being the best in that ring every single time out. My business is tearing thru chumps like a hot knife thru warm butter. My business is winning this ring of fire battle royal, and than going on to Dia Del Diablo to win that National Elite Championship. So once again, stay out of the way towards my title, and we won't have a problem, buddy.

And Lucas, all your talk about being a ticking time bomb, it's a bigger dud than when you lost that young lion’s cup match against Aria. I what makes you think you should be mixing it up with banks and Lannister, you got your ass whipped by Heartbreak Gal last week. I think you bought way too hard into all that hype Sebastian Monroe filled your head with. You get propped up as New Breed Champion because our former general manager is apparently a chubby chaser, and you suddenly think that just because you beat a few low end push overs that you're some sort of conqueror of the world? My god man, you've been getting your ass kicked for the past month, and it still hasn't shaken you out of the delusions of grandeur that you've been suffering from.

Listen pal, you can keep living in this fantasy world you made for yourself where, and keep your head shoved right up your ass, by thinking that anyone in this match besides yourself give a fuck about your little temper tantrums. You can keep fooling yourself into thinking that I haven't seen thru that bullshit act you've been playing for about a year now. You can keep screaming your fat head off about how you're gonna make me suffer, when the only thing that hard to bare about you is the goddamn odor that fucking wafts from you every time We have to lock up. You can keep fooling yourself Lucas, hell you might be able to fool everyone else in this match. But I've stared you right in the eyes, I've taken your best shots, and I am still standing here, telling you plain as day, that you are not better than Perfect! You never have been, you never will be. And once I roast your ass like a goddamn duck, once those flames dry up all that gross back sweat you always have, maybe once that fire hits you like One of my knees from a Screen Cracker, maybe you'll finally come out of your Lucaszilla fantasy. Or at least Have enough sense knocked into you to learn your proper place in the Showdown old chain.

Those five jackasses better be prepared, because this Saturday night, it's gonna be me who walks away with the number one contendership. It's gonna be me who goes on to Dia Del Diablo. It's gonna be me who burns a path to the National Elite Championship. This Saturday night, those five are about to see the crowd go on fire for their Twitter Trendsetter, Instagram Icon, and Hashtag Hero who will torch all five of those assholes in the ring! They will be clamoring for the brightest burning star this company will ever know, tossing out these chumps like trash bags. Saturday night, the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots, takes his place in the main event of Showdown, and lights the torch for the next generation of EAW! So regardless of whose ready, and whose not, this Saturday Night when that bell rings everyone is going to be Picturing THAT!”

(Michaels knocks back whatever is left of his drink, His displeased scowl still pained on his face.)

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