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Post November 10th 2017, 2:26 pm by Sheri-dun
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'' The fact your first perception of me is that you believe I adore nothing more than drawing attention to myself and gloating, then that addresses to me everything I need to know about your ability to observe and illustrate a perspective. What I believe casts a striking shadow of differentiation betwixt you and I, Chelsea, is that I dislike proving people wrong, I just admire validating myself as correct. Let me just strike the matter whilst it is fresh out of the oven, I do not care for other peoples opinions. Of course, in the situation of my firing it was the first thing I retaliated against, yet in such an insignificant matter such as your speech, it really does not concern me, a rubber bullet running into titanium armour. If I based my approach to this business off of what other people believed about me, I would have been six feet under the moment I stirred my stiletto in my first pot of controversy. People like to point fingers, America wants a hero and they want a villain, I'm fairly certain you can use your intelligence to decide which segment of the paper I fall beneath. Our industry is a narrative, considering I attempted to change that image for eighteen months or so I believe I would have a firmer grasp upon it than most, so let me deliver the unfortunate news to you that, you're not the first individual who has pointed out I have an attitude problem, neither are you the first to walk in with such an egotistical tone within your voice after accomplishing a victory due to your opponent knocking themselves unconscious. You've won four matches in a row, I'm a woman who sticks to the statistics and facts and I'll state that is impressive. It doesn't justify your approach to dealing with an athlete of my quality and presence. I don't acknowledge my mistakes for I have made very little, and then I step a foot out of line I quickly reverse and re-illustrate such a miscommunication. Why on earth would I pinpoint myself as the cause of my firing, when I was not the individual with their hand upon the trigger. If the only matter you managed to extract from the closing stages of Empire is the fact I am not at fault for my firing, then I must insist you avert your optics to the first thing I stated within this paragraph. I am attempting to prove that it goes far beyond the matter that I was simply fired. The brand that you are currently performing on is ran with hands of evil, malevolence and greed. Backstage politics decide who is rewarded with what, and if another person who has accomplished and achieved more, is punished purely to the fact they don't greet you with a bright smile and compassionate eyes. You don't understand what it is like to fit in my shoes, I am the definition of what it means to be hated. People go out of their way to conspire against me, either out of spite or jealously, out of darkness and incompetence. My superiority doesn't rub out the moment I am not on the card, throughout the seventy days I was fired people could not stop muttering my name as if I am a villain in a fantasy movie. I am a force of dominance that cannot be hunted. A woman who contains so much athletic excellence and legitimate ability, I cannot be conquered within the ring so people resort to spreading lies about my name and disparage my words. I can easily criticise myself, I damaged my reputation on Dynasty, I've fallen to names such as Jacob Moore and Veena Adams, yet this perception that differentiates my tone from the rest of the women on this brand does not dissipate. I am a different breed, you might not consider me the best wrestler you've ever laid eyes upon, neither will you consider me as the biggest challenge you'll face during your, I can presume tenured stay upon Thursday Nights. But there is a reason why you're in the main event this week. As I stated, I don't believe in coincidence or chance, allow me to reveal to you that your victory, attained by your opponent literally knocking them out due to how draining, uninspiring and archaic your edgy girl, fishnet wearing act is, is not the reason you are the main event. I am the reason you are the main event. My name holds more prestige and validation than you could ever imagine to pertain from now to twenty years into the future. Instead of holding your own opinions of me, allow me to stick one right into your rib cage, ask yourself why, despite the fact I am universally slandered and despised, am I sharing your stage this upcoming Thursday. Perhaps instead of labelling me as overzealous and categorising me within the same list as Aria Jaxon, you could attempt to differentiate us and leave the reiterating to fall upon deaf ears. My speech on Empire was a warning, not a whine, those who brought knifes to a wrestling match shall be massacred with their own weapons. My ability to maintain a fair approach to this industry has dispersed. The one thing that held me back from eradicating this world of the rats that scatter across the floorboards, and the snakes that lie beneath it no longer stands as a barrier, as a matter of fact, I have rolled such into a cylinder and shall use it to pierce my opposition within their chests, before lifting them above my head, and drilling their carcasses into the mat with a Sherplex. You wouldn't know about my capabilities, you've been paramount here for such a little amount of time. You're slithering betwixt the ropes with someone who will dominate you physically and mentally. As individuals enter against me, their bodies grow cold from the ice that glares into their own optics. The pressure of delivering becomes too much, they crumble through a systematic demolition performed by a revolutionist who wishes for all to touch her level, and not dream of it. Perhaps my statements don't mean much to you Chelsea, I mean why would they? You're a generic bore, who believes wearing a skirt an inch too small is going to drive her to a Women's World Championship match. Slander my approach to Empire all you wish, don't let the shock of me dismantling your words through athletic superiority bring your defeated body to irrelevancy. It really stuns me that yet again I have to refer to this point, and I must sarcastically apologise with as little sincerity within my voice as I state those words, but your analysis of every sentence I stated the previous night just brings me to absolute, unrivalled depression. You speak of the Vixens Division as if you were the primary star of it, when the truth is you would have little to no idea. I'll tell you the reason why I am the Last Vixen, for I revolutionised female athletic wrestling through my superior lifestyle. The moment I lashed my signature across the contract presented in front of me, the landscape and tectonic plates above and below this industry shattered and restructured. I am an engineer of change, be it outside or inside of a ring, I elevate those around me without hesitation and those who breathe the same air as I have a fresh outlook on life. For the small minority who can perceive and acknowledge German Efficiency, it is truly perfection. Feel free to use my list of accomplishments to validate that previous sentence. All the other Vixens did not die out, I slaughtered them. I brought the sharpened point of my fingernail and drew it across their throats, hell, in my first match I slit Alexis Diemos' throat to the point she was scarred for life. I was the first woman to disparage the Vixens era. I stated to the world it was bygone, archaic, a little like your personality and dress sense. I fought and battled the likes of Cameron Ella Ava, the Heart Break Gal, Madison Kaline. I toppled Kendra Shamez at Pain For Pride in an attempt to validate my superior lifestyle. I am the spark of the revolution, I am the woman who brought an end to the Vixens era. It died the moment I cashed in my Vixens Cup, and sure I wasn't the inaugural champion of the Women's World Champion, my hands have never touched the surface of the belt once, but do you really think it would even exist, do you believe Empire would exist if I had not signed my name across an Elite Answers Wrestling contract? If Sheridan Elsa Müller had never touched this unfortunate continent, this division would have spent the last year complaining that Kendra Shamez and Tarah Nova are too good and protected. I am the woman who killed a division to raise another, and now, I will bring an end to the efficient era, and revert back to a time where our champions were not under quarantine or knocking themselves into a concussion against an announcers table. I am not the last of a dying breed, I am the first of a new flame, a new dawn that I shall not rest or steer from until those around me are either influenced or are forced into place. I think you severely underestimate what it means to be a Vixen, I truly do. The Women's division has brought me nothing but a firing and being forced to another brand. You have the inaugural champion fired, the champion after her running for Voltage. Correct me if I am wrong, but more established females have left Empire in eleven months than had left the latter three years of the Vixens Division. Imperialism took my culture, my lifestyle, and suppressed it. I cannot perform on a platform that is enhanced and supported by stained blocks and wooden planks. As I clench a fist, I feel my nails dig into the softness of my palm in pure frustration, my cranium shakes with anger until muscles press against my skin tense and faltered. You yet again validate my point on being incapable of assessing me. You just stated I was a Vixen when I competed on Voltage and Dynasty. Absolutely incorrect. I brought German Efficiency from Empire after it had peaked week after week, I engineered a path of salvation away from the ruins of the Cailin Dillon era, and ventured out witih delightful bliss, and Elite Answers Wrestling rejected German Efficiency. They don't want athletic excellence, neither do they want competitiveness to be held to paramount. Theatrics and narrative fuels the engine, that allows management to hand-pick and formulate regardless of who has worked the hardest. It's about a look, not about skill, you only have to reference my time on Dynasty to acknowledge such a statement with justification. I am fuelled with vindication and vengeance, I fought the entire world with the superior lifestyle, and those who I wished to convey and elevate betrayed me. When you state I thrived in the Vixens division, that is because I was the differentiation, I was the cog, the key, that ignited a change and emerged through the ashes into a new age. You might consider my new form archaic, but the Last Vixen disagrees, and I'll happily demonstrate why when you and I stand across from one another in the ring. You'll see the emotion within my eye slowly fade, as ice runs through my system like gasoline through a machine, as a smirk falls from my cherry lips, replaced with an expression unrivalled in the darkest of nightmares. I wish things were like they used to be, where I could educate and bring you to unparalleled heights through the art of wrestling. But as I state this, my passion for the business is dead, I was punished for attempting to bring a positive change, so as flames burn against the velvet smooth skin I possess, I relinquish German Efficiency to the waters below, and blaze into a new chapter of my life with expectations and confidence. I am the Last Vixen, no imperialism or xenophobia shall knock my stance. I now disregard what previously held me back and I enter a war against malicious hands with boots of toughness and the heart of a lioness. I thirst for validation and shall massacre and annihilate those who stand betwixt me and the championship I need to restore fairness to the world. I feel the pillars structured beneath me burning to a crisp, and as I fall into a pit of bleak jet blackness, my first responsibility is to assure that you fall with me. ''

'' People hate me for my bluntness. They fantasise and thrive in a world fuelled by back-stabbing and malevolence, where the water runs black and their food is served with a side of gossip and aggression. As I said previously, I am a woman who thrives on analytics and field of vision. If I spot an injustice I will attack the perpetrator, if I feel wronged against I call out those who have wronged me, and those responsible for my extradition from Elite Answers Wrestling, I will counter with twice the force of trauma, and press my leather boots against their necks until breathe fails to reach past their lungs, bringing their bodies into a stage of vanquished irrelevancy. Of course people are jealous of me, you stated it yourself. I repeated the same thing over and over, and yet I was the woman who brought the most successful era of female history in this business to colour. German Efficiency is the reason the Women's World Championship exists, it is the reason Empire exists, and from an honest perspective, you're signing is probably due to it. Be it my stunning, European looks, with golden hair and red lips, blue eyes that are captivating and hold. Or be it my superior intellect, my ability to assess and strategies and manipulative, to converse without fear or tremble. Slaughter my lifestyle all you wish, it has accomplished more for me than anything you have stated or said. Your words have brought me to the point I have to apply moisturiser to my skin and hydration to my lips purely due to how dry and generic your insults are. Oh, Sheridan says German Efficiency a lot! That will make her stomach turn with bruises. I roll my eyes at you, no, I roll my neck upon my shoulders and sigh. It's ever so hypocritical when you sit there, with an edgy apparel that has existed since the nineties, and state that I'm living in the past and I repeat myself. I usually like to offer rationalisation to most of the points I attribute but this one speaks for itself. I admit I made an error and misjudgement when I believed German Efficiency and moving it away from Empire was a correct decision and I suffered for it, I have little retaliation for admitting I make mistakes, that I have failed at parts of my career. If I could reverse the entirety of this year, I would do so without a second thought. But then I consider toughness, then I consider that, I have survived that very few people in this business could ever compare to. I have endured an entire year of being mistreated, humbled, exposed, humiliated, insulted, instigated, and I still stand with my legs solid and in the main event of Thursday Night Empire. I'm not insecure, I'm as confident as ever, I took my personality and amplified it against those who groaned and bitched whenever I opened my mouth. I am a Vixen on a mission, a survivor, a fighter. The first of a new wave, the last within the moonlight. Ember crackles with every step I take, emotions now run with ice and a deadly mixture forms within my bloodline. The only thing that is on the line this coming Empire is our bodies. Outside matters play little cause within my mind. I am transitioning, no, transcending, to new heights and you're the name chosen to experience a new flavour of Sheridan Müller. You must feel so honoured to distribute and soak in this moment with me. I didn't mention you for there is little to say, I can't really pretend that I have your entire match history on a television set within my German home, and that I sat with a knitted sweater on, slippers enshrouding my feet and a bottle of red wine situated on the wooden table positioned at the side of my lounge chair, watching your entire collection. I am a woman who judges on face value, I validate your speech and then I embarrass you in the ring, whilst demonstrating and manoeuvring as I go. The pure statement of my name brings the world into fear. You can say Empire doesn't need me anymore, yet that is fallacious and the complete opposite of the truth. Without me Empire fell apart. Our Empress Of Elite is injured for nine months. People have been ran out of the division with pitchforks and grunts. Veterans have considered retirement purely due to the fact their influence, their shining light evaporated. There's a differentiation between surviving and thriving, and when you state Empire survived you're correct. It ate at scraps, it breathed in toxic air, and it suffered through miscommunication, the strings of the heart cutting, and blood exploding across the stage and onto the canvas. Consider me a surgeon, for I will mend this apparent mentality throwing itself around, bouncing from individual to individual, just as I engineered a future for females within this promotion, I shall restore it with a completely dissimilar attitude. I will bandage up the wounds suffered at the hands of imperialism, bring this invasion to an efficient end. I grow bored of attempting to salvage and care, the moment this brand is at a suitable level for me, I shall scorch the plains of those who let down the structure that I helped to establish. I am on a mission Chelsea, I'm aware you're only here to earn money and I really cannot be bothered to even get into how much arrogance I find in that very statement, how you ask question after question about my past, my present and my future, yet you fail to acknowledge that you even care about any of the three formers I just mentioned. The fact is this, I played engineer and nurse for this division for far too long, German Efficiency was a salvation that was thrown back in my face. Every positive step I made to establish this brand was rubbed out the moment the sole of my boot left its print. Every illustration, every match, stained from the moment my contract was terminated. I would be lying if I said I did not hurt, I poured passion and sweat into this promotion and was rewarded with arrogance, incompetence and stupidity. I am on a war path that little can attribute or relate to, the Vixens eminence brought me happiness and athletic excellence, I was blinded by the shadows of my own creativity to rationalise such. You boast that it's taken you four matches to reach the main event. It's taken me two weeks, and I had to suffer through a negative reaction to establish myself. And I'm not just talking about the people of Georgia booing me to the point I yawned. I was on the verge of death, a black marker, a grim reaper toiled over my carcass and considered ending my suffering. Each and every woman on this current roster turned their backs on the person who brought them the very brand that they are on. Our lovely general manager, who might I add is only stationary in such a role because she used to fuck the chairman, another individual who signed a warrant for death with my name, turned her back on me. I was left in irrelevancy, purgatory. Those closest to me didn't even consider my feelings, my muscles fell to despair and tears streamed from my eyes. There's not a feeling worse than having your heart torn from behind your rib cage, and the moment Elite Answers Wrestling failed the superior lifestyle and the personification of it, my heart pressed and broke against my rib cage, and I was left alone, in the cold, to fend for myself and restructure my reputation. You wouldn't know what it is like, you judge my past with such confidence, yet your ignorance blinds you from questioning anything past what others have illustrated about it. I don't state I was conspired against because people didn't like me, there's a fine line between not liking someone, and not saving them from assertive death. If I had been a weak-spirited woman I would be deceased now, if I had not had German Efficiency, I would be rotting. My superior lifestyle sacrificed itself for me, so that I could garner the strength and fire, to restore the venom that brought me such ferocious success within this industry, from the last breathe of German Efficiency, brought the first of the Last Vixen. Ice melts and is replaced with ember, it burns against the heels of my feet, the rotation of my wrist, the edges of my lips. The amount of frustration and energy I am going to supply into repeatedly conquering and dominating your form shall revitalise me to such a point. My hands twitch in anticipation for your throat, my fingernails wait to press into your larynx and drain you of every drop of blood circulating throughout your system. You are in the main event for I have a point to validate, I have to justify if I am all talk, or if I am willing to massacre and establish the Vixens era upon the peak of this division once again, I almost sympathise that you consider yourself a draw, as if one person will perhaps look away from my sculpted, sociopath form and even acknowledge you. The question that shall be illustrated into every newspaper, typed into every word document, shall regard and highlight my name. Continue to boast about how you drew Aria in, and then repent whilst I dominate your skeleton, bring you to your limits and then push past them without a care in the world. The thought of educating you through athletic ability brings a pulsating press against my brain. You're just a name for me to massacre Chelsea Crowe, nothing more, nothing less. I will embrace the light I once shunned, and without a consideration for your health, I will detriment and mischief your words, and leave you lying, sprawled, vanquished. As I stare up into the stars, pondering about your ability, the same thought keeps slithering back into my mind, forcing me to contemplate. I am the Last Vixen, words such as efficiency and revolution die the moment our stares match on Empire, this expressionless attitude dissipates, and unrivalled fire will find my system, scorch your skin, and accomplish me a victory whilst my boot presses against your skull. This is all about me, your streak ends whilst mine begins, your words fall into darkness and I'll be the hand to discompose you with them. Your momentum ends, a cry for blood ignites, and Sheridan Elsa Müller inaugurates a path to liberation, to setting things right, and I illustrate the first step the moment I abstract every opinion you hold of me and extinguish them out of consciousness. ''
Chelsea Crowe
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Post November 10th 2017, 12:11 pm by Chelsea Crowe

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event: thursday night empire | 11/16/2017 edition
promo number: 1
participants: chelsea crowe versus sheridan müller
word count: 2,319 words

scene one:
november 10, 2017 // televised


The Calabasas sun wasn't nearly as forgiving as some people had wished it would be earlier that morning, but in her high tower – or rather, her expensive apartment – Chelsea was protected from its glare. Too bad the sun couldn't hide from her own. But she wasn't entirely focussed on the warm light that slipped through her windows and across the living room floor. No, she was much more concerned about the footage on her TV screen. The crow out-smarting the queen; Aria Jaxon falling to Chelsea's tricks. She held back a laugh as bone connected with the hard reality that she had presented, and though there was hysteria and panic playing back to her, Chelsea was relaxed as she sat back, letting her newly-bought couch soak in any concerns she may have had. There were few.

Though she knew there was still work to be done. With a deft click of a button, the TV was muted, and Chelsea's attention was turned to the week ahead.

CHELSEA CROWE: “No one's safe. Even Aria Jaxon, with all her certainty, couldn't get the job done. You can throw out any argument you want, but in the end, she let her overzealousness win. And me? I used my head, like I said I would. It's too bad Aria didn't use hers – well, she did, she just used it to slam into the floor and win herself a concussion. All because she got too sure of herself. Too stuck in the mindset of proving me wrong and showing off against me. She quickly crashed and burned.

That's what you seem to be about, Sheridan. Being overzealous, showing off, and trying to prove people wrong. You've come back with this chip on your shoulder, one that I doubt many people are going to let you live down. Though instead of trying to brush it off, own up to your mistakes, and maybe learn so you can be a better performer, you've decided to do something...useless. You're blaming other people. That's mostly all I got out of your grand return. Why though, why blame other people? Are you that scared of admitting weakness, even for a second? I bet you think your whole “superior” thing falls apart as soon as you admit you were wrong, or you made a mistake, but that's incorrect – it falls apart from the very beginning. As soon as you opened your mouth, it all collapsed.

I saw your little speech at the end of Empire, and I've got to say, there were parts I agreed with. You're right about people here relying on lies, about the lack of great leaders, and about this ridiculous mentality the fans have when it comes to picking favourites. There was actually a point where I thought Sheridan Müller was back, and she'd changed. She'd adapted. Then you cried about how people treated you, you bragged about being genetically superior, and all those statements you made – those stingingly honest things you said? They stopped meaning a lot. Sheridan Müller isn't back as a recharged, redesigned version of herself that none of us can see through. She's back as the exact same thing she was before, only with ten times more crying, and a new name.


Chelsea smirks.

CHELSEA CROWE: “'The Last Vixen'? Cute nickname. Though haven't you thought that maybe there's a reason you're the last? And no, it's not because you're “genetically superior”, it's because all the other 'Vixens' died out. Priding yourself on being the last of a dying breed isn't as awe-inspiring as you might think. It makes you sound outdated. And you can say you're 'The Last Vixen' because you've had the strength to live on and persevere, but it doesn't change the fact that you're still relying on qualities and a title everyone's evolved past. The Vixens era is dead for a reason – and the fact you want to cling onto it like it's something to be proud of is just pathetic.

Though I can imagine why you want to cling onto it. After all, the 'Vixens era' was when you had the most success, right? You were the last ever Vixens Champion, you won the Vixens Cup...no wonder you want to cling onto the 'Vixens' title as if it still means something now. Let's forget the failures you suffered on Dynasty when the Vixens era died and you believed yourself to be more than Empire and the women's division. But you know, I don't blame you for aspiring beyond the women's division. After all, why restrain yourself like that? In the eyes of most, you had the potential to be more than the division, and some people were threatened by the possibility of you going to other brands. Maybe, if you'd taken a different approach, you could've actually done something on other shows. What I do blame you for though, and what you should blame yourself for, is sticking to this idea of being 'The Last Vixen'. That's what screwed you over, and it's what'll continue to fuck you up for as long as you wear it like a badge of honour. Forget evolving and adapting to the new climate of this show, when you can just stick to what worked a year ago. If only it was that easy!


A laugh, one that floats around the room and lingers like shadows on the walls, soaks into the scene.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I actually admire the fact that you can go out there whilst being one of the most hated wrestlers in EAW history. It takes a lot of courage to stand up in front of a crowd of brainwashed idiots and say the things you said. But I think you've gotten confused as to why you're hated. Did you say some things people didn't like? Yeah. Though you basically chalked some of this vitriol up to jealousy, which is just plain wrong. Jealousy comes when people want something they can't have – and if the fans and the locker room wanted to be like you, they wouldn't have to change much. They'd just need to repeat the same thing over and over again, assure everyone they're “superior” despite doing little of anything in recent times, and then walk around like God's gift to the world whilst blaming all your wrongs on others. See, those are all things that are easy to do, so people aren't jealous they can't do them. They're just bored because you've come back thinking those things still make a difference.

Let me ask you something: why do you bring up your “superiority” so much? Do your matches not speak for themselves? Are you that insecure that you have to bring up the same points every single time? I could list of a bunch of my achievements, I could throw every single claim to dominance I have in your face. But I don't need to, at least not nearly as much as some people on this brand do. Though I guess suffering defeat after defeat and having to eat your words would make someone insecure, wouldn't it, Sheridan? I can see why you're so eager to talk down about every single woman on this show and every member of management, because how else are you going to feel better about yourself? You could do what anyone else would do and show people why they were wrong, you could focus on this main event, and you could actually address me. Then again, that wouldn't make you feel good, would it? It'd make you realise that you have a lot on the line this week: your reputation, your future, your aspirations. It's all on the line in the spotlight of Empire. And unfortunately for you, you're against someone who isn't here to take the fall.

Though judging by how you've acted, you'd think this match is already decided on. You're so above me, you don't even need to address me by name. Or are you so scared to even talk about me? Actually no, I'm not that deluded. I know why you didn't speak about me: it's because you don't give enough of a damn to look into me. In your mind – your narrow, small mind – you've won this. Hell, you probably think you're already back on top of Empire just because you stepped back into the ring. But that's just not true. See, the best thing you did, Sheridan, is establish something that can live on without you. You can claim you built Empire, but Empire doesn't need you any more. It survived when you wandered off and suffered loss after loss on other shows, it lived on during the short period you were fired, and it'll keep on living past your defeat this coming Thursday. You can complain about the 'quality' of those on top since you've been away, but you can't deny that this show kept on going without you, and it won't stop just because you tell it to. Not even all your “superiority” will stop it from mowing you down.

Wait, I have something else to ask you. If your lifestyle is so superior, how come you admit that it suffered? Legitimate question. You'd think if it and you were superior, you wouldn't be bitching about a lack of respect and care – you'd get on with your life and prove why you're better. Instead here you are, crying about how no one cared about you, no one patted you on the back, no one bent over for your 'German Efficiency'. It's utterly contradictory. If you were so superior, so excellent, then why bother complaining about how other people see you? Because that's what you did. You want to call everyone else inferior, and yet here you are, sitting in the dirt with them and crying about how no one cares. News flash: no one will ever care if you keep doing that. Sympathy points don't win matches. So pull your head out of your arse, focus on this match, and try to win before you start acting superior again – otherwise your celebrations are going to turn into a pity party after Empire.

Oh, wait, but the pity party's already begun with you.


She can't even bring herself to laugh. She just scoffs, smiles, and carries on.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Oh, hun, you don't know what I've been through. I don't need to sit here and give you my sob story, because this isn't a sympathy contest, but you're far from the only one who's been through some hardships. You think you're so special because you got a Vixens Championship reign, and then got 'screwed' on Dynasty because of everything you failed to do? Then you want to blame the higher-ups for supposedly orchestrating your firing? Maybe they saw the way Empire was still afloat without you and decided it was better to save money by not having to pay you per-suplex. Or maybe they saw how abysmally you did after you said you'd prove to be more than the women's division. You went from being the leader of the women's division to not even winning the 24/7 Contract battle royal at Pain for Pride. What a fall. I love seeing examples of your 'superiority'. And a word of advice: you don't get to call yourself a queen and say everyone else fell into irrelevancy when you left Empire, when it was you who fell from grace as soon as she stepped away from the women's division.

Who am I to say that, though? Who am I to confront 'The Last Vixen', the goddess that's returned to strike us all down back into our places? I'm the woman you're clearly underestimating. I'm the person in the main event with you, and I'm here for a reason. Four matches – that's how long it's taken me to get here. I didn't need to cry about mistreatment, I didn't need to boast about my superiority. I just needed to use my head, take every opportunity that came my way, and win. And you'll still probably come into this acting as if you have the advantage over me, when I'm the one between us who's actually focussed on this match, and not other people's opinions. Just look at Aria in my last match if you want to see what happens when you undersell me. She played my game, and just when she thought she had the checkmate, I proved her wrong. You'll probably do the same thing: walk into this expecting to win because it's 'your' moment, it's 'your' main event. Then I'll make you crash and burn. Aria's season-long streak ended to me, and how? Because she got too cocky, she didn't realise that I don't play games for fun. I play to win, which is why I go all in, all or nothing. You'll probably be the same, Sheridan. This is your big comeback, but don't think that intimidates me. If I wasn't threatened by the current Women's World Champion, I'm not going to be terrified of someone who still drains a dead era dry.

I feel like there's a lot of people who want to see you fall...again. I mean, just listen to the crowd reaction you got when you came back. But don't worry, I don't hate you like that – I'm just here for business. And I bet I could get a really nice bonus by putting you away in your return match in the main event of Empire. So come into this main event expecting an easy victory. Come here expecting some newcomer to lie down for you and give you the moment you think you deserve. You may be the last of a dying breed, but when I'm done counting my bonus after beating you, you'll know what you really are.

Extinct.


Chelsea smirks and unmutes her TV, watching on as the last Empire show continues. Fade to black.
Finnegan Wakefield
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 10th 2017, 12:07 pm by Finnegan Wakefield
Chapter 74: alive and kicking
EAW Promoz! - Page 16 QDe3t5a
"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"It is safe to say that Ironico and myself are feeling a little bit disappointed and down in the dumps following the result of our match at Road to Redemption. From the get go, it was clear to see that the two of us were the underdogs going into the match and on paper it only made sense that we were headed into an uphill battle. Despite our confidence and our best efforts, we’re here tonight licking our wounds instead of shining up those Tag Team Grand Prix trophies. That night, we were bested. We won’t be giving any excuses or complaints about it -- it simply just wasn’t our night. We took our loss like a bitter pill and swallowed it with our first pitty pint as a team for a chaser. The very first time that We Are The Bollocks have had to taste defeat. But with the Tag Team Grand Prix over and done, a lot of questions are left unanswered. Questions such as ‘Is this the end of We Are The Bollocks?’ Ever since this team was formed, we’ve been on a wild ride to say the very least. We’ve fought some really formidable teams, and we’ve bested all of them until we met defeat in the finals. We’ve had to face each other for the New Breed Championship as a true test of our friendship and when the dust settled we still stood together as a strong unit. To call it quits here would contradict the one thing we set out to do; become the EAW Tag Team Champions. And seeing as we don’t have those belts around our waists, I can assure every single patron of the WATB Tavern that we’re only just getting started. As far as I am concerned, second place means second in line for a shot after the High Rollerz and Di Consentes fight it out for the championships. In the meantime, we have to cement our place and hold it down. We need to start picking up some points in the win column to prove that we’re the next contenders, and this week we’re looking to earn a point in our favor against our opposition in the team of Ryan Wilson and Azreal.

I will admit to not knowing much about your collective stints on NEO, as I had essentially been removed from the brand to focus on my career here on Voltage. I will admit to not knowing who you’s have faced, what you’ve accomplished, or even how allegedly shit hot this feud with Alex Reynolds was that Wilson is so adamant about. What I do know is this; none of that matters here. Where the two of you find yourself now is a completely different proving grounds than the one you’ve been conditioned two on NEO, one where the hungriest of wolves have called their home. And you two are merely the newest runts of the litter. What I do know about the two of you though is anything but compliment worthy, both clinging onto gimmicks ripped from fan adored comic book characters. Unfortunately, being a piss-poor parody of a popular trend or character doesn’t migrate said popularity onto you. If nothing else, it becomes quite annoying. Look no further for an example than Ryan Wilson's use of social media -- to which he has been blocked over the last several months for not knowing when to keep a thought of his in his head instead of making it public. Not even half as entertaining as his source material Deadpool I am afraid, though about three times as annoying. Pretty much copy and paste the same statement about Azrael, plus some El Landerson levels of english butchery. Not sure how one takes the source material of the maniacal and otherwise ingenious character of The Joker and do an absolute one-eighty by presenting him to the complete opposite effect. Doesn’t even remotely strike as threatening, mostly just annoying. Collectively, I wouldn’t be surprised if the locker room tosses their bags out and force them to change in the halls until they get their act together. As much as Azrael would like to think I enjoy kicking around the newbies of EAW, he will sooner or later have to realise if you walk in acting like a jackass before you can even hang up your hat, you’ll be kicked out like a jackass at the door. As for you, Wilson, I took it as a personal challenge when you stated your intentions of one day taking this New Breed Championship from around my waist. I encourage as many people as possible to step up to the plate if they feel like giving it the ol’ college try and will accept the challenge with no complaints. But I feel like I should give you a bit of a fair warning before you get ahead of yourself; you are far from ready. If you feel like you can take this championship from me, the very least you can do is something to validate a claim to it. This lukewarm feud with Reynold simply doesn’t cut it. Hell, even put up a fighting chance against Ironico and myself this week and even I will consider that to be enough to at least put your name on the list. If you challenge me with this headstrong mentality like you have the tendency to do, I can assure you the result will be as one sided as they come.

If this match is nothing else, it is an effective way to put We Are The Bollocks in the shoes of Di Concenties by wrestling against the team they easily dispatched in the first round in the Tag Team Grand Prix and comparing performances. Not to sully your first night on the brand lads, but you’re mere foundation for the reestablishing of the WATB’s credibility, a launching pad for our claims at the Tag Team Championships. These fans want to see the continuation of WATB, and they’ll be getting it for as long as it takes to become the Tag Team Champions. The T2GP might be over, but We Are The Bollocks are still alive and kicking!"
Sheri-dun
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 10th 2017, 9:41 am by Sheri-dun
Empire 01

'' In the space of seventy days I have overturned and invalidated the dissimilar revolution occurring within the floorboards of this promotion. My perception within the eyes of each and every individual competing across the four brands under the Elite Answers Wrestling banner has realised and witnessed a revolution. I have abrogated a sinister attack, outmanoeuvred all who opposed me through determination, toughness and drive, before restoring my immaculate, sculpted image as one of the most brilliant athletes this continent has ever had the pleasure to lay their inferior eyes upon. Within a fifth of a year, my resemblance has transitioned from being the most despised female in American history and an unchallenged favourite to win bust of the year, to being the main attraction of two consecutive main events, and those higher than me, who orchestrated my initial firing, trembling at the very thought of pitching their tone and stating my name from their lips. I am a visionary, a revolutionist with intelligence asphyxiated against the pores of my skin, leaking like radiation from the blade of my shoulder to the heel of my foot. The rodents that infest the walls of this business have attempted to apprehend and out-muscle the predator, and their mouths fall agape when, weather they hold words within their system or an automatic rifle betwixt their fingers, I still rise like a phoenix from the ashes, ricochet their trigger fingers, and roll my head upon my shoulders with an emotionless expression falling upon my fair, cascading features whilst their attempts of crucifying me are rendered yet justified as useless and ineffectual. I am fully under the impression that the woman I am facing this coming Thursday, as well as the rest of the women upon Empire, would have taken their sunglasses, attached their backpacks, and hiked off of the brand if they were put through the challenges and barricades that I have smashed against. I have been punted from Empire twice within the same twelve months, my words have been twisted and my personality over-exaggerated for the benefits of theatrics. I have defied expectations, held a middle finger to imperialistic opinions attempting to hold me down and sedate my outlooks, and every sole wall that has been engineered in an attempt to prevent me from achieving my perfectionist vision, I have exploded with words of validation and athletic excellence that is unrivalled within a square, circular or six-sided ring. Sometimes I take a moment and reflect on all the words that have been written about me. Be it that I am an inhuman demoness, or an innocent victim of discrimination and xenophobia, or perhaps that I am too arrogant and ignorant to know the consequences of my actions, that my firing aligned with judicial murder. That my disposition of sullen and snarky, cunning and calculating with a heartless, aggressive temper, juxtaposed to this I have a pliable, quiet nature, that I am misunderstood and miscalculated. I stop and consider these words to myself, and it leads me to an indecisive conclusion. How can I be all these things at once, how can people have such contradiction statements to align with my name, to state with passion of love or hatred. Yet one thing about my living is never doubted. People may consider me a murderess, a bitch, or a black sheep, yet they never doubt my statements on injustice. I have the capabilities to eliminate right from wrong, I crash through waves and eradicate lies and slander to uncover an absolute. I have faced many challenges within my short professional wrestling career, yet it is as if my ability of losing is fantasy and hallucinatory. Kendra Shamez was the first female to have a problem with me. She returned specifically to target my superior lifestyle, she eradicated my plans of cashing in on the Specialists Championship and ridding the world of such an awful championship, which ultimately guided us to having a confrontation at Pain For Pride. The question I pose is, where is she now? How about Cailin Dillon, the woman, I say that enthused with sarcasm, who aligned herself with the OG Vixens, ditching her morals and twisting her heel against them until they were buried within the mud. She eliminated any remains of authority and personality from her carcass, the moment she turned her back on the superior lifestyle so that she could simply have an advantage. Yes, she defeated me for the inaugural Women's World Championship, but I pose the same question. Whilst I am the main event of Empire, a show which wouldn't be validated without my name sitting at the peak of the card, where is Cailin Dillon, where is Brody Sparks, where is Alexis Diemos. I can list a surprisingly long amount of people who have openly doubted my wrestling capabilities, the legitimacy of my personality, to even the way my accent sounds or how I dress myself, but my retaliation to all these individuals is how come I am still standing with confidence flowing within my system, and a fresh outlook on life and the problems that are running like toxins throughout the Empire ensemble. The moment my influence was suppressed on this show, was the moment that it began to go downhill. You remove the queen and the subjects fall into irrelevancy. The sun loses the rays that press warmth against our backs, the trees repress from their strong aesthetic, leaves falling elegantly against the concrete flooring. Empire is orchestrated with cuts upon the fingertips, and a shadow crawling against the skin. The dark age has truly fallen upon our brand, athletic excellence either fired, injured or untimely passing, I do not think it's a coincidence the moment that I am removed, green and yellow turns to black and blue, the temperatures decline and the talent fades. My elevation and arising supported those around me, my compassion and care for Empire was treated with disrespect, and my drive was punished when it should have been nurtured. People speak about the likes of Haruna Sakazaki, how she is unlucky and mistreated, the same words are applied to the likes of Madison Kaline, but the truth looming over their unfortunate situations is that nothing will compare to the torture and strain that me and my superior lifestyle was put through. Every positive was illustrated as a definitive negative. I am the reason Empire exists as a brand today, I was the figurehead and ace of the brand when it was initiated. My ideas and foundations laid the way for the path that it was constructed upon. I applied the finishing touches to every moment, every cornerstone. If you competed upon the first show I am the reason that such occurred, I completed my coronation as the visionary behind such a validation when I cashed in my Vixens Cup and crowned myself, resilient and irrepressible, as the last Vixens World Champion. I elevated each individual inside and outside of the wrestling ring. I brought an era of revolution, that very word emitted from my lips, staining the canvas with gloss far before the likes of Aria Jaxon and Cailin Dillon even considered to mutter and take credit for the spark that I ignited. I will not cease and rest until my name is combated and discussed with such force, I have not touched unparalleled heights for the entirety of this year, and my stomach grows with retribution whilst vengeance presses and drills against the temple of my cranium, like an irritant against my skin, or metal scratching against the armour of my skin. For all who held malevolence and bitterness against the conditions I instilled within the brand, I will bring down a massacre upon the wastelands you know scurry to with such force, I will not stop, your skin will flash blue, and blood will seep and run from your wrists without mercy. My arising and elevation was assassinated, conspired against and credited as a downfall juxtaposed to the truth that lies behind the doors to upper management. As the likes of our chairman and our general manager groan at the fact my name returns to their visage, they also place me at the top of the card which I can only address as everything but hypocritical. The extremity in which my lifestyle was extradited brings thoughts of nothing more than xenophobia. It brings rage and arrogance to new heights, replacing the limits I brought to myself with German Efficiency. I now embrace the situations that I did not maintain once before, as anger and emotion resonates throughout my skeleton, my thirst for retaliation and reprisal coruscates. The sole thing which held my form back from annihilating all who stood before me without hesitation has dissipated. With the death of German Efficiency comes the arrival of the Last Vixen. I will welcome the conditions I once frustrated against. Empire is my frozen wasteland and the carcasses I will slaughter to justify those very words shall soon assemblage. Tyrannised, vanquished, lifeless and inefficient. ''
Nobi
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 10th 2017, 7:43 am by Nobi
I’m honored that you look me as an equal.

That’s one of the reasons why you’re a great individual.

You gave me a good reason why we are both equals, Theron Nikolas: that we are fighting for a certain prize for ourselves. We both failed a few times to win a championship yet we always want to fight for it. No matter what the odds is, we both want to be champions. I’m going to admit this, I did have some self-doubt on myself, especially fighting againts a world champion material like you, but don’t get me wrong, I never really lose all of it. People always look at me as one of the most self-driven people in this company and that is something I don’t want to change. I don’t want to dissapoint people anymore. Didn’t I say I have to beat you this week in order to make an impact in this company? I believe I did. You gave me a good reason why I have to go all out againts you and trust me, we are going to tear the house down together this week. Like I said, I really want to beat you, but I’m not going to hate you if I lose to you. Will I be dissapointed if I lose to you? Of course I will, who doesn’t? We all are just ordinary humans. But let me say this to you: my perception on you, will not change. I can accept a fact with an open arm and I don’t need to feel ashamed if I lose to you. You’re a great wrestler and I’m really looking forward to our meeting this week. This is a test for me how far I have become as a wrestler. If I can score a win againts you then it means not only am I ready to challenge POP for his National Elite Championship, but I’ll be ready to challenge Tiberius for his EAW World Championship as well. I’m not trying to get under your skin, Theron, I’m just trying to make you believe that I haven’t lost all of my confidences.

I know you aren’t in the best mood either, especially after what happened at Road To Redemption, but I’m not going to crumble under your boots. Please understand this, I can’t leave this company without leaving a mark. That’s what really drivens you as well right? We all have countless dreams in this company and we will do anything to realize them and I will not leave this company until I get what I want. You can beat me this week Theron, I’m fully aware of that, but you won’t be able to make me stay down. Countless men already said that to me but here I am still trying to win a championship, The National Elite Championship to be specific. Mind you, a few of them aren’t even in this company anymore, funny right? My point is, I will never quit and I will never give up. Not to you and not to everybody else.

That’s one of your codes as well, Theron and that’s why I like you so much. I really want you to be the man who dethroned Tiberius, I really mean it. I honestly want to see you going really far in this company. You honestly don’t know the direction that you’re headed? The direction that you’re heading is a success, trust me on that one. It could take a few days, weeks, months, or even years to achieve something what we want, but you’re clearly going to be a success. You’re one of the fastest rising stars in this company after all, you’re clearly a future for this company. That’s what I’m honestly thinking about you. Which is why I’m going to be really happy if I beat you this week. It could be considered as my biggest win. If I lose to you though, you can definitely be considered as my toughest opponent that I have ever faced. Don’t be confused on your next step, Theron, all you have to do is getting ready to get your hands dirty in order to get something you want. I know you’re ready but so am I. That might be too much coming from someone who still have self-doubt at times like me, all I want is just to see you succeed. I really believe that there are no extra pieces in this universe. Everyone is here because they have a place to fill. Every pieces must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle. Do you want to know where your place is? It’s at the top of the mountain. You will win that EAW World Championship someday, possibility before the year ends, you have to believe that. You’re not clueless about your direction Theron, you know where you want to go.

Now the question is, do I know about my own direction? Well, I don’t know if I could answered that question yet, to be honest. But I’m trying really hard to get a shot at POP’s National Elite Championship, therefore I don’t want to lose to you this week. This is why I have to beat you, Theron. I’m going to beat you fair and square where you can acknowledge me as the better man in the ring this week. This isn't arrogance, this is confidence that YOU want.
Jacob Senn
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 11:52 pm by Jacob Senn
I’ve grown tired of it… 

Every moment that I turn around in this world, I watch everything that I cherish become stripped away from me. This world has struck me with disaster and every single moment that I spent marching along in this journey, I’m left with nothing to cherish. Not a championship to cling onto my shoulder, not a woman to stand by my side, no family to impart my wisdom upon, only myself and the haunting thoughts of what has been stripped away from me to fill the void that has been left within me. Inside of the Elimination Chamber, I had another thing that I had cherished be taken away from me after my world crumbled before my very eyes. The opportunity to become EAW Answers World Champion, the option for redemption to where I could make her proud of me, all ruined at the hands of Nasir Moore. This man eliminated me once more in a match where I could have been the next champion, stripped away a chance to make sure that I could receive my rematch with Mr. DEDEDE to show him that he’s not better than me, he never has been. I should have walked out of the asylum of horror with the EAW Answers World Champion, but what occurred when the dest settled and all was done, that was a bittersweet moment for me. Nasir, I’ve always had a bit of respect for you because you are one of those men that the entire industry decided to regale to nothing more but a dog with all the bark in the world, but nothing to merit behind it. No matter what anyone would tell you, not matter what challenge was being presented to you, you always found away to endure and thrive in those scenarios to where it has led you to being on the cusp of becoming world champion. Challenges of great skill against a legend on the same magnitude of CM Banks was quite a challenge for you to overcome, but you did it anyway. Eliminating ten elitists from the Grand Rampage Match in the past iteration of the match that I’m almost assured will never be duplicated in the match’s history. Being the sole survivor of the Divide and Conquer Match to even earn a place into world championship contention is a marvelous feat in of itself, but all of this fails to compare to the one mistake that you have made. A mistake that you were punished for inside of that Elimination Chamber, a mistake that cost you the same opportunity that you snatched away from me in the match, and that was the mistake of making a rival out of me. You did this before and you know what, I let the opportunity to gain redemption against you for it slide when another chance to get that EAW Answers World Championship presented itself. Winning the Cash in the Vault case might have been able to gift you with salvation from the brutalization and destruction that you were met with by hands of justice, but fate did not allow that. Fate wanted this to happen, Nasir. Fate tempted you into eliminating me to turn the odds into your favor of being crowned the champion, fate made this anger boil my blood until an outlet to vent my frustrations upon was created, and fate is what left you in a pool of your own blood inside of the Elimination Chamber when I was finished with. Every step of your career since Pain for Pride X, since the moment that you stepped into the house of that I have built and renovated with my own two hands to make a successful career out of, it has led you to being made into an opponent towards me. With that said, this is far from over between you and me. In fact, this is just the very beginning because I know that you will search out for a chance to gain your just retribution against me, and I welcome it. For the reason that I will welcome you to try, you might want to pay attention to Dynasty.

Speaking of Dynasty, I have an opponent that I have failed to speak upon throughout all of this, Target Smiles. If anyone has the feeling of frustration and the understanding to know what emotions were swimming through my mind in the Elimination Chamber Match, you don’t have to look any further than him. A talented man, a man that definitely has the potential to be the EAW Hardcore Champion, yet what happens to him when the chance to take that opportunity presents itself? The answer is loss. Loss has surrounded this man as much as it has unto me when the EAW Hardcore Championship has been included into the equation, but he strives to continue to fight towards that goal. Even with all hope lost to him as he stares out into the brand with the bright eyes of eventually reaching that goal, he still find himself stuck in this rut of sharing the same fate that has been placed upon me for the last number of months since my own personal failure at Pain for Pride X. As much as I want to sympathize with him on the journey that he has had, I do not find joy in what will happen to him at Dynasty. For I need to present an example to the world of what will come unto Nasir when he attempts to return the savage favor that I gifted him with and Target, you will be that martyr for me. Just like Nasir, you have all the Smiling Faces in the world clamoring behind you to get this done. They want you to succeed and they want you to live out the dream that you have created for yourself, but I do not care for your dream. Your dream is meaningless to me, a vapid fabrication of your mind to do something that you have proven to be unable to achieve, and the only thing that I have left is the pain of loss that I will attempt to lift off of my shoulders. This vicious cycle of failure that you have had to endured, it will continue to endure until you wake up from the fantasy that you’ve deluded yourself into, believing that all of the fantasies will be realized as you continue this farce of the man that you are. This farce of being the masked superhero, the idea that you’re here for them, when you’re here for you. Once you realize that it’s not about them and it’s all about you, you might be able to find your way out of this. Until then, I’m getting tired of the feeling of loss and Dynasty will give me what a desire.

A change of course and scenery.
Ahren Fournier
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 11:36 pm by Ahren Fournier
(Ahren is in bed with Jennipurr, Bob Barker, and Esteban. He's wearing some swaggin pajamas, with a night cap, and a sleep mask. He's so excited for his match tomorrow he's going to bed early. He pets all his animals good night. But before he lay his head to rest, he has some words to speak.)

Oh boy is Ahren an excited panda. In my first main event on Dynasty, I'm going to show the world exactly what Trill powers can do. I don't have my Trill O Rang or anything handy, because I want a fair fight. Just this sexy temple against the Pizza Boy, in a straight up fight. I can't wait. Pizza Boy despite everything that he has going against him, he comes out on top in most situations. Until lately, he was a beacon of hope for the common folk. Someone they could point to and say, yeah, that's my guy. You could do it for all of them, because how many good guys are in this world anymore? Obviously you have me, the greatest person that ever lived, naturally. But after that the well pretty much runs dry. Pizza Boy was the exception, he was a people person that always put his fans before himself, but now? Doesn't seem that way, and it's a sad sight to behold. He's putting his own pity parade ahead of his friends, family, and fans. The three F's fam, the most important F's in the world... Except for Fuck, because that's a pretty goat F word. Pizza Boy, rightfully, has self loathing, and being a sad panda. He's lost sight of what it truly means to be a pro wrestler, but on it's a journey he has to take. Sometimes we have to be selfish to try and find who we really are in life, and where we need to go. Right now, Pizza Boy tells me he's a shit pro wrestler that doesn't really have any moves, except jumping off of things and punching. But hey the way I see it success is success, you don't need to be the most technical sound, you don't have to be the biggest, you just have to know who you are, and what you're best at. That's how you win matches, that's how you connect with the audience. I like to believe I've connected with the fans on an almost spiritual level, I've got to be one of the biggest fan favorites. Mostly because I encourage safe sex, chucking condoms at everyone I see on the streets. Also due to my porno DVD's that set the world ablaze. It's a good time, they reward you if you reward them. So I just can't understand why Pizza Boy is acting this way, he shouldn't be so glum. I don't have to read off his accomplishments because we already know them. Be that as it may, everything that he did, he was never supposed to be that guy. Statistically speaking Pizza Boy, you're going to have a lot shorter of a  career than most of us. Your body just isn't built for this, you're going to be like a falling star. How much do you weigh? 180? Tops? You should try stepping back, and smelling the roses. Appreciate what you have right now, because it's not going to be here forever. Maybe that's what you're doing now, slowing everything so you can look back and see what you've done so far. When you look back at your career, are you happy with what you see? I would be. Sure it wasn't perfect, all your World Title reigns ended in a less than stellar way, but you got there and no one can take that away from you. As I'm sure you've noticed, I've been complimenting you a lot Pizza Boy, trying to make you into Pizza Man. You think that I'm normally like this? Don't get me wrong I appreciate the first lesson your giving me, "nice won't get me very far", but I don't know what it is, perhaps I just have tons of sympathy for you, but I'm not normally like this. You're like this abandoned puppy that doesn't have a home, I want to shelter you from the cold hard world, and tell you why you're special. Don't know why really, just am. But make no mistake just because I am very aware of what you've done, and i'm trying to help you out, doesn't mean that I'm going to take it easy on you out there. You're right I'm 6 4' and chiseled out of stone like a grecian god, you should fear me. I should want to squash this little bug that is Pizza Boy, because by the looks of things he doesn't belong here. I would make fun of your lack of physique, that weird thing your mouth does when you talk. The way you wear your hair, and of course your height, but I don't want to. You know your deficiencies I'm sure everyone has told you about them. No, what I'm looking at is the track record, I look at where you've been, who you've beat, and I'm not going to take that lightly. I get told I'm going up against a former Answers World Champion, I start jumping for joy, and in the main event no less? Whoa, that's big time. I'm not someone that lets moments pass him by. I don't want to be that bitter vet that looks back on his career and say, damn, should've taken that more seriously who know's what would've happened for me. One false move and you can take me down. I give an inch, you take the whole match. Wrestling is just about as much mental as it is physical as you, I'm sure, can attest to. 

Pizza Boy was the face of this company for a little bit, someone that you'd never think to be the face of it. He doesn't have the best face I've ever seen. There's so much that goes into wrestling, it's more than just the wrestling. It's the photo shoots, the ads, the interviews, the training, the travel, you always have to be on. To be the World Champion, you're the guy that can handle all the business aspects of wrestling. Look at me and you will see someone that was bred and born to be that guy. So when I run into someone like Pizza Boy that wasn't born to be that guy but still made it there anyways, I'm going to pick his brain because thats what top guys do. Once you think you know it all, you've failed. This guy has been where I want to be, and he knows what it takes. Every second I'm in the ring with him I will soak up as much as I can, because that's what top guys do. But most importantly, I will never forget what my primary mission is, inside of that ring. I want the win, I crave the win, I need this win. Because although I do want to learn, I want to learn by doing. It's not like I'm new to this wrestling thing, I've been doing it for a while, and I've won my fair share of matches, I'm no slouch. I will win, and I will learn; because that's what top guys do. I have a down and out Pizza Boy in my grasps, this should be a piece of cake. He's distraught over the fact he lost his most prized possession, that could effect anyone this way, especially how it happened... Again. As bad as I feel for him, I can't go easy on him, and I'm sure he doesn't want me to. Pizza Boy I'm forcing you to be my Sensei this weekend, and I'm going to show you everything that I've learned. I will impress you, and I will beat you. But be that as it may, just know I appreciate you, and all of your efforts. 

You've never been the biggest dog in the fight but you've came out on top more than a few times. That's due to ring awareness, wrestling smarts, grit, determination, and just knowing what it is that you have to do to win. Now I look at this match, Pizza Boy vs. Ahren Fournier, and I'm thinking that could be an instant classic, that should be on a FPV, but it's on Dynasty for free. In my opinion that's a wasted opportunity, maybe your latest attitude scared them off from the idea, who knows. What I do know is that I'm in the Dynasty main event against an ex World Champion, and that's exciting. As trill as I am, I do have my mean streak, I do let the douchebag out once and a while, I'm supposedly human, and we all do let our emotions take the best of us sometimes. I could've berated you this entire time, but I felt that that was pointless. When it comes down the actual wrestling match though, Mr. Nice guy Fournier is out the window. I go into a different zone, I'm a different person once that bell tolls. Watch my matches back and you'll see what I mean. I was one mistake away from becoming the Hardcore Champion once more, and I let that anger get the best of me. So maybe having that anger, that assholeness isn't the best thing in the world. Don't get me wrong I'll always have a mean streak, but I think i'm learning how to calm down. Don't rush, don't be too overzealous, and let the match come to you. I feel in my conversation with you, with my new approach perhaps I've gottan into your head a bit? You expected someone so much different. I mean the first time you talked you had these pre conceived notions that I was going to just whine and complain about what happened at Road To Redemption, and I didn't. That kind of ruined your whole gameplan, you expected me to get in my own way, but that's not happening. That's what I like, that hint of mystery, not knowing where I'm coming from. 

Rome wasn't built in a day as the saying goes, and I understand that I won't learn everything I need to know in one match. I'll take what I can get though, and I'll carry that to the next match, and so on and so forth. So I guess the question is, with me taking a students approach to this match, how do I win it? Well fact of the matter is I have my plans, and i won't divulge on what they are. I could use my size to my advantage, I could just let you tire yourself out. I really could just let you beat yourself, and I can pick up the pieces. Whether you want to be my sensei or not, this week you are. You don't even have to say anything, I can learn from watching, and wrestling. You and I are going into that ring tomorrow, that fact isn't changing. I'm going to pick up everything I can from you, and in the process actually win the match. That's been the whole part of the match that we seemed to have danced around, but not actually mentioned. Who's going to win. You touched on it in the very beginning. I believe you said something along the lines of, there's no way that you are going to win. You're your former self, and can't bring yourself to be the Pizza Boy of old, so there's not a chance in hell that you can pull this one out. I've tried to talk you up, change your mind on things, but at the end of the day it seems like you're not budging. I can see this in a few ways, 1. I'll get an easy victory, and I'm not going to learn a thing. 2. I will win the match, and learn a shit load. I'm hoping for 2 honestly. But I know for a fact I will learn something, even if it what not to do. I want this win so bad, I don't care if your the shell of Pizza Boy, you're still the Pizza Boy to me damn it, and a win over you in this spot light will catapult me to great lengths. I can also say that I didn't need a briefcase to do it. When it comes down to it, I really just hope I don't kill you in the middle of the ring. Now that's not a threat, I honestly hope I don't kill you. 13 concussions and EAW is still allowing you to do this? That's crazy! One wrong hit to the head and that could be it for ya. 

Anyways hopefully during this match I knock some sense into you, and you come back to your old self. Seems highly unlikely at this point unfortunately, but I had to try. Being the Trill Fairy it is my duty to be there for the citizens of EAW in there time of need. Unfortunately for you though I do have my own career to think about, and I have to do what I have to do for it. You'll be a casualty to my rise to the top, and I will brag about it for months. As much as you refuse to look at it in the same light, this is a high stakes match. I took this match as a compliment, and a sign of things to come. Now I'm going to grab this opportunity and I'm going to run with it to the finish line. Sorry Pizza boy, but I tried. Good night my animals, Ahren loves you all.

(Ahren smiles at all the animals in his bed, and turns off the light. Camera fades to black)
Theron Nikolas
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 11:32 pm by Theron Nikolas
I couldn’t lose.

I told myself; this was it. I couldn’t walk out of that Elimination Chamber empty handed - but, here I stand. The EAW World Championship still resting on the shoulder of Tiberius Jones. I’ve been trying to find a reason; there was always something to fall back on after Dia Del Diablo and Territorial Invasion - The Triumvirate got involved and I wasn’t the man to take the fall inside that No Way Out structure, but now - now I have nothing. I simply walked inside that chamber and gave everything I had to offer. I outlasted every single other name that was fighting for a chance to become champion, but couldn’t outlast the champion himself. I walked inside that Elimination Chamber and gave everything that I could physically muster, and everything I could physically muster wasn’t good enough.

So, where do I go now?

I haven’t forgotten about this need to take that EAW World Championship, but if the last few months have taught me anything - I still have a ways to go before I’m ready to take it with both hands. From the moment that I walked through the doors of this company, I’ve had a plan. I’ve always at least an idea on the direction that I was headed. I started at the bottom and knew that the only direction that I could travel was up. I ran through any name that this company had thrown in my way. People that were meant to lead this company into the future; competitors that were said to hold this company on their shoulders, and names whose careers had been recognised as being Hall of Fame worthy. I walked into Pain for Pride and won the 24/7 Battle Royal and immediately knew that the next road I was going to travel was towards that championship resting on Tiberius Jones’ shoulder, but now I’m lost. I’m a man that said to hold a fucking boatload, but no matter what I do, I can’t break through that proverbial glass ceiling over my head.

But, Nobi - you’ll sit there and talk about how you’re surprised that you find yourself standing against me?

We’re no different.

You look at position in awe. How can someone who was so close to standing at the top of this company suddenly be standing against someone who has been trying to find his footing for months. You’ve had your eyes set on that National Elite Championship, just as I have the EAW World Championship, but we fall just before the line. I don’t look past you, Nobi. I don’t see you on a level under me. I see a man that stands on equal ground. I see another man that’s still trying to place off of the pieces to this puzzle in the right positions and when he does, he’s even going to surprise himself with what he’s able to accomplish. I want you to have some confidence leading into our match; I want you to walk in willing to do anything that you must to win. I want you to find something so much deeper than you think you actually possess when things begin to get a little bit too tough. I like you, Nobi. I can take admiration in a man that continues to get up and push forward after every single time that he falls just short. But, the harsh reality is this, Nobi. If you can’t find that place - don’t bother showing up. Don’t bother walking down that ramp. Don’t bother getting into that ring because if you do - I’m going to make sure that you don’t get back up after this one. I’m in a foul, foul mood after Road to Redemption, and I’m looking for anything to get back to my feet. I may not know the direction that I’m headed, but I’m going to do anything that I can to make sure that one way or another that direction is up.

You can truly make a name for yourself this week, win or lose. That part rests in your own hands - make sure the right man turns up or that name will crumble to absolute dust under my boots.
The Trickster Azrael
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 11:06 pm by The Trickster Azrael
The scene begins in the backstage area where the newest member of Voltage, Azrael is having a walk to see if he can get a laugh a little bit but he is disturbed by an interviewer who looks like Milhouse.

Azrael: Go away!!! Don't you see I want to have fun!!  I just won my match versus Alex Reynolds and thanks to my genius intellect and the teamwork of Wilsy, I am now a member of Voltage so that means a new playground to experiment.


The interviewer who look like Milhouse: That's exactly why I'm here....

He was interrupted by the Mad Trickster 

Azrael: Let me guess, you want to ask me my feeling?  I'M NEVER BEEN HAPPIER IN MY LIFE!! Ha ha ha ha! First, we successfully gave the life of Alex a living hell and now he is forced to rotten at his cesspool that is NEO what a sad tragic end for a lone wolf.....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: Indeed, he's still at NEO while you and your Partner Wilson are now at Voltage.


Azrael: It seems that you have done your homework well that's great.

Said Azrael with a smirk on his face.

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: For Sunday you and Wilsy, will have to face the duo who made themself famous at the tag team tournament, El Ironico and the New Breed champion, Finnegan Wakefield. 

Azrael: Ah! Cool two more British to have fun with, it seems that Wilsy and I are destined to make trouble In England. Since our debut, we deal with the like of Shackleboy, Dampshaw, the poor Alex Reynold that I smash the chair over and over and over and over and now these two. What the EAW think we are, some brit hunters?

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: It may be a coincidence or....

Azrael: Or maybe we are bigger In UK, Voltage or EAW should think to make the European title. A championship that Wilsy and I could be proud to defend and proud to put a smile at all my fans In Europe....I have Italian blood so that's could work.

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: I Don't think they will allow having a belt from that continent.

Azrael: Aaaaah! That's just so sad, I was willing to find something to rub into the face of  Mister Finnsy. 


The interviewer who look like Milhouse : Why? He did nothing to you.

Azrael : I Know, but he seems the kind of guy who is always rude, always grumpy to the newcomer. Did he feel threatened? If he wants to talk about it, I'm all ears to listen. I can be a good listener when I feel like it.Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: And what if he doesn't want? he seems like the kind of guy who won't take crap from anybody. Especially after he won the New breed championship from Moongoose McQueen.

He starts to laugh a little bit.

Azrael: Oh! Trust me,  If I'm able to drive a British mad at NEO, I'll do it again and I won't be alone because Wilsy will help me to spread the joy In the world of Voltage. Everyone will know how to have a good laugh with Uncle Azrael.


The interviewer who look like Milhouse: What about El Ironico? He seems to have a good chemistry with him.

Azrael: What he's doing with a guy like Finnegan? He should have fun with Wilsy and I. He has the perfect look to be one of us.

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: But.....But....he....can..'t


Azrael: What is wrong with you? You seem to have seen a ghost is he here? The Great Finnegan?

He looks in every direction to see if he look at the presence of the new breed champion.

Azrael:  Or maybe you think that I will do something bad to you because I have bad tendencies of tricking a no-name Interviewer at the end of each interview.

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: You seems like Deranged....

Azrael: You think?

He approaches the face of the Interviewer while asking that question.

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: Please don't hurt me....


Azrael: Oh! Don't worry kiddo! IM IN A GOOD MOOD!!! Here, let's have a hug.

The interviewer who look like Milhouse: Erm no thanks.....I rather a handshake.


Azrael: Oooooh! Good idea! Put it there!

The Milhouse look alike proceed to shake the hand of Azrael and he didn't realize the trickery of the Mad Trickster who starts to laugh like a maniac while seeing the poor man electrocuted for a few seconds before he runs away from him.

Azrael: Oooooh! Bollock! Don't take it personally I'm just a clown who loves to have fun when I crush the competition along with Wilsy....Ha ha ha ha ha!  Voltage is now our playground....get used to it!!

And the scene fade in the black when we hear the laugh of Azrael.


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Irónico
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 9:53 pm by Irónico
Voltage LUCHA


Ay up, Laditos.

I’m sorry to rock up ‘ere in front of t’ camera with a face looking like a slapped arse.Yous know me, I‘m not usually one to mope, but if nowt else there is nae a thing irónico about me being a mardy bum right now because at Road To Redemption everything went to shit. For anybody who still canny remember the night after the day before, there were pity pints all around because in the end We Are the Bollocks came so close to becoming Grand Pricks winners just to cock it all up at the final hurdle. We're heart broken. We feel right tossed off. All that hard work just to come home with our hands empty. I did something that i never do and took a detox from the boozer, that love of me life, and all for nowt. But does yous know what is the most irónico thing about all of this? We spent the whole fucking time leading up to the big night bigging ourselves up. Knowing that, yeah, we are a wee bit rough around the edges.  We Are The Bollocks don't always have the right answer, or the finesse. But in a tag team match when the peas are above the sticks, and all the plans go out of the window...when every place you turn you just tied up in Nottz like that wee box under the stairs where you keep the old scart leads and cables whose uses have been long forgotten...At times like that maybe it is better to not get too hung up on doing the job perfectly. Y' know? We told ourselves that it's better to just be comfortable with having a scrap, getting a jammy result like y' did all those times ago with those gloriously cheeky Sunday League toe punts at the park. Yeah. We are rough around the edges and that means when the going gets tough, when the wrestling match turns into a dirty, messy brawl then we would be right at home. But the irónico thing is that after all of that, it was not your chicos who walked out as Grand pricks winners. And it was not your chicos who rolled out their sleeves and got grime on their noses. Give em their due, Di Consentes were not afraid to get stomping right into the mud. They didnae do it the right way, they did us dirty. They got muck on their hands, but I ain't afraid to say that I have got egg on my face today.

Fair play to Di Consentes...sort of fair... You proved us wrong and you are reaping the rewards right now, congratulations. But hands up, who really thinks this is the end of We Are The Bollocks? Now I swear that if any of you good ladettes or laditos don't have your fingers glued to the  sides of your arse right now, I will personally lamp you into next week because that was a rhetorical question. I was being ironic in asking. Everybody already knows the answer. THIS IS ONLY THE FUCKING BEGINNING, YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUNNNNNSSSSSSS!!!! We were second place in the Grand Pricks, but second is only a short jog from first and we are not about to give u the ghost just yet. We are gonny work double hard to prove that we are the right duo to give a shot at those titles, and that work starts this week on Sunday Night Voltage LUCHA (airs on Tuesdays). Ryan WIlson and Azrael, welcome to the El Ironishów. I am your host, the scallie with the big willy, El Irónico and I am sure we will get a chance to share a few pints and get to know each other when the night is done. But I am warning yous now, pity pints will be all that you are getting out of us. We have already got a bitter taste left in our mouths from underestimating those tarts' capacity to bend the rules so we are nae about to let any funny business get the better of us this time around. As I am sure that yous understand, you really do have your work cut out for you this time, chicos. Here at camp Bollocks we are all about downing pints and downing shites and yous two fall in the latter category. By the honor of this mask and on me dear old mammy's grave, I promise that we are gonny stop at nothing to bounce back and grab this whole tag team division by the Bollocks. The Mad Chavster and the Canadian Lightweight are getting sent back to the hotel Sunday night with DOS! BANGING! HEADACHIOS! And the morning after, me and my boy Finney will awake with the same because we will have the mother of all hangovers from seshing long and hard into the night.


Because we don't just chat Bollocks

We ARE The Bollocks.
DampshawIII
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 9:13 pm by DampshawIII
Scott Oasis...what a beast you are! A true behemoth. In my kingdom, you would be a titan, a soldier with which I could win many battles on the back of. But instead...you're just a pitiful man. You're there leaning on your broken shield, not able to fulfill your task of becoming EAW Answers World Champion. Why would I even want you in my battalion now? You don't spark strength in my heart. You don't even intimidate me. All 260 pounds of you, you're just a man. I'm a bloody king!


A smile stretches across my face. My head begins to shake and I can't hold back a laugh. EAW thought they were putting me to my death in a match against this brute. Instead, they're going to lose another member of the Dynasty Roster.


No, no, no. You don't get to be a part of my kingdom. Now, there's something to say for you being in that Answers World Championship Elimination Chamber match and I wasn't even on the card but that is only because the king had not yet been declared here in EAW. Another egregious error like that shan't happen again. 


The sun shines through the window. Isle of Wight. What a beautiful place. I feel like a man renewed. The days truly are changing.


What lucky people the EAW fans are for this match! They get to witness this generation's own David vs. Goliath. A triumphant hero toppling the dreaded monster. I understand your reservations about me, Mr. Oasis, I do. I understand not thinking much of someone coming from NEO. I wrestled there and I don't even think much of that brand. But that was when I was merely a vessel, a specter floating around this promotion fighting useless battles. Now....now I have a higher calling. No, don't think this is some sort of religious, born-again diatribe. This is something more important. Something more earth shattering. In a dream, like some sort of unconscious waking life, I had a vision. I had a vision of a mountaintop where there stood a large, shining golden throne. I climbed that mountain and sat in the throne and was given a crown. Once that crown touched my head, I saw everything. Every member of the EAW roster, from wrestlers down to janitors were at the bottom of the mountain were trying in vain to climb to the top, just to see the throne. You were there, Mr. Oasis. In fact, you were one of the men closest to the top, but regardless of how hard you tried, you climbed and climbed and climbed, you never made it to the top. 


I close my eyes, trying even for a second to recapture that vision. Everything in one single, solitary moment was in my sight. What a glorious feeling.


People here will fight for honour, for glory and fight for pride. They'll have their own personal grudges and feuds and they'll fight for championships. But every single one of them want to get to the top of that mountain, to touch that throne. I may have been a big fish in a little pond on NEO, or a low rate, low card wrestler when I started on Dynasty, but that was Reginald Dampshaw III. Now I am Your Lord and Master, Your Mountaintop, King Dampshaw. 


King Dampshaw. Even saying it gives me chills. The words come flowing out of my mouth like sweet cloud bursts. 


Mr. Oasis. I feel it is my duty to inform you that you will not touch that throne. You will not climb that mountain. You may overpower me, throw me around the ring. You may even hurt me quite a bit. But you will not win and you will never sit on that throne. Never. But you have my permission to try.


What a glorious feeling indeed.


I will see you in the ring Friday night, Mr. Oasis. If you wish to bow or do something to show reverence to me, I will allow it.


All Hail King Dampshaw. Long May He Reign.
Jon McAdams
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 5:59 pm by Jon McAdams
Jon McAdams
Voltage
1
The Last Remnants


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McAdams stares out at the construction vehicles surrounding his estate. The moon brightly lights up leaving Jon McAdams massive shadow towering over the foundations. McAdams face is hidden by the moonlight. He is neatly dressed in his dark grey suit. A slow snicker escapes his lips.

“You know, you were gone when I first arrived here. When you originally showed up with the name ONI and confronted Maero, I found it so interesting and irritating. I don’t think I ever told you this… Since my arrival I had gone to war with the Sanatorium. It was almost instantaneous. We were two very opposite forces clashing against each other. My ilk was that of the Elite! Power! Money! Fame! Fortune! And doing whatever it takes to make it to the top of anything we put our hands too. Yours was that of the Exiles, unity, violence, family… I didn’t think of it like this when we first started. That was of course with dear brother Solomon. I began battling with them as many had at the time but my aim and goal was control over Voltage. It all feels so small now of course. But nonetheless, I fought Maero, Eclipse, and Solomon. I overcame them at their best and I showed them who I was. Even in the midst of this, I think Eclipse knew he didn’t want me as an adversary. He had even offered me a place in his family. Both he and Maero were trying to get me to join them… Obviously at the time it didn’t work. Why join the people you’re defeating. Sovereign is reigning supreme, and I had no need for the Sanatorium… The ONI showed up. How frustrating. Another member, another thing I have to deal with. Your numbers are exponential, how can I defeat all of you? How can a man keep this up? What can I do… It got worse too. Because even though I had defeated all of these members, and I was making my way through the ranks it all came to a screeching halt with you. Of course it was you. Amadeus. ONI. You kept me from the thing I had been aiming for for six months. You still hold that title and you call it meaningless. I was lost…

Trying to figure out what to do next. So I started prodding the bear. Solomon Caine first but it didn’t last long before all of you came for me. I saw my opportunity. I wondered what could be learned! Yeah, maybe I could even get a semblance of this family. And then at the end of it all, I could tear it all apart after I’ve squeezed everything out of you all and left you with nothing. There was a point where I felt camaraderie but I’d be lying if that was the real reason I’d joined. But I see you may have figured that out. I learned a lot being with you all. From you, Apocalypse… even Caine. And it wasn’t entirely fruitless. I got a front row seat to the destruction of the Sanatorium. I was able to watch the downfall of Eclipse. Watch Mearo be decimated out of existence. Watch that weak link, Solomon Caine disappear from my life for good. All that is left is you and me. Fruitless? Hardly. Given what I’ve done these past few months, the things I got to experience, the brutality that I carry with me and the truths that I now have. I am more ready and prepared than anything. The only thing I am disappointed by is how much you’ve fallen.

A cold calculating warrior reduced to a pitiful ball of rage. That is fine though. I figured that even at the end of my plans to dismantle this organization from the inside, you’d be left this way… but I am disappointed. Because here you are, and here I am. The Last Remnants of the Sanatorium. You are the de facto leader who no longer wishes to lead. No longer cares and here I am, an adversary who joined the group with my own intentions… the surviving members of this dead faction about to go to battle one last time and it’s being given away on a random Sunday Night Voltage. But I don’t blame them. You’re not worth it to them like this. You’ve given me very little since I joined Sanatorium. You’ve shown me little, you’ve even been a detriment to me at times but here we are at a point where you could actually be something of worth. You could actually give me something. You could put your best foot forward and get your shit kicked in and instead our Voltage Interwire champion is sulking. You’ve been non responsive. You’ve been distant for a long time now.

Did you expect me to become your brother? Did you expect that to just happen because you guys said I was a part of your splintered group. I meant it when I said I felt a sense of camaraderie. I really wanted this to work. There was a part of me that may have wanted a family but I’ve grown to see it was all just a big fucking joke. I refuse to be the butt end of that any longer. I refuse to be the guy who had all the potential in the world if only he hadn’t joined that terrible faction and let his career go to waste.

Amadeus, if all you bring this sunday is this broken sad husk of a person, and your rage. You will be dismantled, slowly, methodically and painfully. You will not inflict hurt on me, you will only continue to feel the hurt. The disappointment. The pain of loss will continue to stack up upon you. Above everything else, the one thing I have always cared about is this brand. Voltage. It cannot have a broken man as it’s interwire champion. I won’t allow it. So for once in your life as a leader of this group… GIVE ME SOMETHING.

Cause I am on fire right now. I am ready to rule this place. I am ready to push forward and mutilate this division. Since I debuted there were nine other top prospects who everyone was looking at to change this company. Only two of us are left. Ahren Fournier, and myself. I don’t intend to let that go to waste. I was the stand out then, I am the stand out now, and a year later I will make it known, and I won’t let this momentum go to waste on this thing that calls himself Amadeus. You failed to lead the Nighmare, you failed to make this a brotherhood, you failed to capture the world title at Road to Redemption, and you're going to fail this sunday. So wake the fuck up cause I am not an opponent that you can just roll over and you damn well know I deserve better than this shit.

Stand on your two feet and face Sovereign. Go up against The System and let me rip the heart out of Nightmare and end this for good. And let it never be questioned that Jon McAdams is the Survivor. Let it never be questioned that I was the only nightmare on this roster. But above everything else. Let’s raise glass to Sovereign! For at the end of it all, Jon McAdams is back.
Scott Oasis
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 5:57 pm by Scott Oasis
How to feel….how to feel….

There are so many emotions right now.

Anger.

Disappointment.

Confusion.

Bitterness.

Resentment.

I suppose they all come with the territory of having to experience failure, a crushing failure like the one that I had to come to terms with last week at Road to Redemption. A rare defeat for me took place that night and it did so at the most opportune time. Final two of the Extreme Elimination Chamber -- almost the entire match cleared; the Answers World Champion Pizza Boy is right in front of me, right where I wanted him after months of wait since our last encounter! The perfect set up was there, me being able to pin the champion in the end to truly legitimize the moment of me being crowned as the top guy of Dynasty. I could see my vision coming to fruition! No more arguments over how I can lay claim to being the standard bearer of Dynasty, instead people would finally have to see me for who I am and recognize my greatness as I am awarded the tool that will help me lead the brand into a brighter tomorrow!...The one thing that I have desired for months….that I worked for for almost two seasons now to call myself again….the title of a World champ in EAW…..I was denied it. It was ripped from me. I feel like It was stolen from me as if it was some kind of sick joke being played on me by the universe! I am left questioning everything now. My goals, my career, my place in EAW - my standing with Sebastian Monroe. He’s got a new toy that I have to share his managerial services with: Nico Borg, the…..former Cash in The Vault. The guy who picked up the pieces I left behind to win his cash in, who came out of nowhere to be able to say that he could do what I could not. “What I could not.” It pains me just saying that, I hate it! Is he a potential replacement for me as far as Dynasty’s chosen one? Maybe. It looks like what he is being primed for. Will I accept it though? You already know I won’t. I fucking can’t. We’re both in the same “camp” but that is only a minor issue to me. I’m not letting all of the progress I made this season go down as a waste. This is the best I have ever been and I didn’t get here for nothing. Eventually I will get what I have been chasing after. Everything I have said this year will manifest. Everyone wants to make fun of my performance….”Oasis choked again!”, “He blew it!”, “Back of the line for him, Sebastian is having Nico pick up the slack!” Starr Stan is piling on and playing that game too, kicking me down to the low card, having me square off with the bag boys! My opponent this week is an insult but it’s OK. I’ll play along. I will lower myself and take this match. Throw me the name, give me the target and I’ll take him down.

Reginald Dampshaw The Third? The NEO graduate? Has he done anything since getting off of NEO? Did he even do anything to get off of NEO in the first place? I watched a few episodes of the program in my free time and this is a name that does not strike me as one to look out for, though I do remember it faintly. It’s a name belonging to a middle of the pack competitor, one who never led the pack in his stay there. A second or third tier talent on a small scale show with about ten or eleven guys. I could go on and on trashing my opponent, mentioning our gaps in talent, experience and accolades, but really, the only thing I want to make note of right now is a single question I have for him. What exactly makes Reginald Dampshaw The Third any different from the rest of the no name, roster fillers on Dynasty? What’s the thing that makes him even the slightest bit relevant? The only thing the separates him from the others is that he considers himself to be more “classy” than his peers, flaunting his unwarranted sense of superiority around whenever he can. The fancy jackets, the words ripped directly from a thesaurus, the most likely underpaid butler that he has following him around, they all come together to create an image that he uses to make himself feel better than others. Because he is more refined, educated, rich - or at least appears that way - than the underlings he’s been surrounded with he can say that he is above a whole group of people without actually excelling against them competitively. It actually worked quite well initially. With all of the decorum and grandiose aesthetics, he managed to make himself look like a big deal. At the same time though, being a big deal where he was shouldn’t be too difficult seeing as he was previously on a brand where a main roster reject in Brayden Wolfe could become a highlight of a show and a match with Anthony Leonhart would be considered a special guest appearance. It’s easy to downplay others when they’re already at the bottom of the barrel, but now it’s different. Now Reginald is in the ring with battle tested, dangerous, polished stars who aren’t learning how to move around a ring for the first time. Pampered, cowardly and still a rookie himself Reginald is now walking around the Dynasty locker room having been convinced he can play with the top guys due to the low standards thrown around in development. They’re blindly putting this young boy in a room full of killers and he’s so gassed up he thinks he can actually survive. He’s not even facing just any of the people in that locker room, he’s facing ME! The most polished, the most dangerous, the most battle tested and someone who is making this match personal because he has a chip on his shoulder! I’m looking for somebody to take my stress out on and Reginald Dampshaw is about to fill the role of my human punching bag. If he thinks he’s going to be sitting as comfortable on Dynasty as he was on NEO then he’s in for a very real, very violent lesson. He can stick his nose up and belittle the trainees, but going against me? He better know that he’s rubbing shoulders with the wrestler who keeps the lights on in the arenas.  It could anybody, ANYBODY sharing that stage with me and I’ll be the one leading. I’ll be the REAL elite! Actual wrestling royalty, a top figure in the business, someone who doesn’t just falsely say they are. I hate arrogant little shits like you who feel like they matter without doing anything, and this week I just don’t have the time for it and I especially do not have the patience. I’m angry and somebody has got to pay for the unfortunate events thrown my way; the way the cards fell it looks like it’s going to be you, and I’ll be making you do so in your blood. You’re not just losing, you’re getting knocked out and so will everyone else who comes my way for the foreseeable future until I find my way back to the Answers World Championship.
Aka Manah
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 3:52 pm by Aka Manah
There are things in this world that are simultaneously both darker and greater than we could ever imagine - so tell me why I must trivialize these issues down to professional wrestling? My mind sees further than yours ever could Ryan. You’re what? A spider? A demon hunter? Face reality and realize what the real demons are. Open your eyes and realize where they live Ryan. Look deep into your mind and you’ll find every demon you need to slay. That’s what I did. A dark past, annihilated, and a bright future now lies on the horizon. The light that I look towards lies under an ominous cloud of chaos and dismay Ryan. For every action the pure-hearted take towards a world of peace, there are selfishly-driven men like yourself that bring that cloud of darkness one notch lower towards the world of light we’ve worked so hard to build.

You were great Ryan, once. I understand how it feels, to create magic, to feel like you own the world, to feel like you’re bigger than what you really are - an insignificant speck of life in this dreary existence. I quickly learned my place in this world. I was destined for greatness in a world that laughs upon the one we live for and would gladly die in. I turned down fame and glory, I turned down riches and wealth that extends further than the reaches of our feeble minds - I turned them down to forge my own path. I feel like I take my enlightenment for granted. I see things - I understand things - I know things that you’ll never understand, Ryan, and I don’t blame you for staying in your cave Ryan. While you stay fighting the shadows on the walls, I’m out here facing the cold bitter truth of reality - there’s no happy ending.

Whatever it is you’re chasing, you won’t find. Not in your cave at least. Trust me, I sometimes regret facing the truth. I could be back in there with you, rotting away for the one and only life I get to live. It’s the easier, simpler existence. But that would be selfish of me. Yet your thought process confuses me even more. You lay the claim that you are the apex predator, but with what proof? Is it because that tiny ray of sunlight that shines in your barren cave makes your shadow seem larger than it actually is? Your delusions will soon come to an end. You’re going to wish you stayed at home, with your family, with your sweet dreams, with your delusions.

Liberate your mind Ryan. You want to stand atop your pile of bodies? You want to complete your conquest? It starts with me… And that’s where it very well may end.
Moongoose McQueen
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 1:47 pm by Moongoose McQueen
How does Moongoose McQueen humble a Goddess? That’s a very good question that which will not be answered whether I win or not this Saturday because I’m not facing a Goddess. I’ve never seen you as one, and I never will. Don’t come out and here put yourself on a pedestal like that, you’ll get a little too high and forget about what you truly are, and as often as highly as I speak of myself, I’m often grounded enough to be aware of what I am capable of.  Cameron, you are not a Goddess, never would I kneel or bow down before you. Never would I pray to you, and never would I put my faith in you at this point because of your deceptive you can be.
 
Sure, you can tell me all about how you and Jamie are all fine at home, and act like responsibly adults, but that won’t change how you’ve shown your true colors in EAW, because after all, competition tends to bring the worse out of humanity. To the point in which the referees including yourself can’t even do their jobs right and would go on to tarnish any reputation the competitors had because of all the “what if” scenarios. There are no proper conclusions. And your actions at Ground Zero took away a man’s knowledge of knowing if he was strong enough to win or not. Here you go, once again, playing Goddess in the lives of men, and you really don’t believe I won’t stand up against such injustice and authority. How well do you know me? Cameron? While you spend your free time sitting at home, eating pizza with your man, and losing on some dancing competition, I’m out there helping the less fortunate being pushed down or taken advantage by the same type of ego-maniacs that can get away with it. And while it may bring out a horrible side of me, I have no remorse or regret knowing I’m not acting as god, but simply karma and bring justice with my own hands. And as dangerous as that is, Shimmer understands, my wife and kids understand, and fans that will support me regardless of my actions would as well. I suppose you can say you understand, but I really don’t, as you’ll continue to be a person that rather take than to give back.
 
After all, that is what disgust me about this company. Everyone is out to take take take. And here I am, “Here I am, EAW Universe.” I’m here to give. Despite all the crappy situations I’ve been placed in, I continue to give my all to bring joy and entertainment to anyone willing to tune in and at the expense of my own reputation, because what can we say, sometimes, you just have to let other people have their moments. Note, this is not me taking your moment away from you. This is more me re-adjusting the course for your moment by sending you in the right direction. The right path to be the proper champion that I see you can become in my eyes. Why? Because with your current actions, you’re right, it’s not lonely at the top, but don’t mistaken those people as your friends. More likely, they are enemies, and you don’t want to make an enemy out of me. I can honestly say, in the time I’ve been here, I haven’t gotten to the point where I have made “enemies” or would label anyone as such. But here you are, screwing TLA over because he called you a bitch. And I can see it, I see you holding back, trying to not release the same resentment towards me because I called you a “Revy.” And no offense, … or rather, please take a lot of offense, But Consuela is the hottest of the Ava twins. Why? Because she has virtues of a true champion in her ethics and integrity. All you have is pure strength and the ability to rule with an iron-strength. But I’d pick a stronger morality and ideals over dominating physical presence any other day.
 
What can I say, I’m always more a fan of heroes than I am a villain. And while you may be blinded by the fact people are celebrating you as one of the first women to provide a huge challenge for men in the world title division, I won’t even label you as a hero, let alone, a Goddess. Why? Because there is nothing progressive about this. You got a shot with Jamie because of your connection with him. And after your fight and your loss, you still stick with him. You can call that love, but seems to me more you were playing TLA to get back on Jamie’s good side so that you can get another shot down the line. Sure, you have the Grand Prix going on now, but you have a contingency plan now, don’t you? To claw your way back into the world title scene, and all you’d have to do is demand for it like you did last time. Well, I might be a loser here in EAW because I’m nowhere near the main event. I might be a loser for not making progress since dropping the title to Finnegan Wakefield. But I know deep down, that I, Moongoose McQueen, continue to give more than any man or woman has in EAW, and I’m not going to count on the fact I deserve anything. I’m going to count on the fact I will earn everything that comes my way. And whether you’ll support me or not won’t be relevant, because I don’t want your help, and it’s best I make that clear now so you don’t go ahead and play Goddess and try to take my victories away from me and make it about yourself.
 
You wanted the truth, well, you’re going to get a lot more than you bargained for. I won’t just humble ya. I’ll break you down and build you back up. After all, is that not what a true friend would do? Is that not what a decent human being would do in not only taking something away but giving something in return as a well? Call me what you want, Cam. Friend, Enemy, Knight, Demon. It doesn’t matter. The only thing you need to know is you’re getting all of the above. You’re getting the one, the only, Moongoose McQueen.
 
And don’t you worry about how I’ll feel after the match. I’ve shown I’ve been more than capable of shaking off hard losses and wins. You’ll also know It’s not hard for me to cut ties with people. The only person that has the right to make any decision regarding our relationship is you. Because what will it be when I beat you, Cameron? Will the so called “Goddess” forgive or will she be a petty Revy and try to exact her revenge? Either way, I’m ready
ThePizzaBoy
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 9th 2017, 11:21 am by ThePizzaBoy
Dynasty Promo 3

The camera opens just outside of the elevator doors of the hotel's top floor.  Pizza stands silently staring ahead at the doors waiting for them to open.  He notices out of the corner of his eye as the camera approaches.  As if frozen in place, he only moves his eyes to address it's presence, and then goes back to staring at the doors.


"You seem like a nice guy Ahren.  Maybe a little spoiled, and perhaps a bit misguided, but nice.  Nice doesn't get you far around here though.  Asking for friendship only gets you stabbed in the back, and requesting title shots gets you nothing but the ire of the locker room.  You have to take championship gold if you want it.  My chosen method of doing so is by putting in the work and earning a spot.  I've never asked for a championship title match.  Management notices that I care enough to show up on time, put in the hours, and stay behind late to help tear down the ring and help the roadies load up the trucks.  They've also noticed that when I have to be, I can be a very brutal individual.  It initially came from a mere desire to survive, but I realized that simply surviving wasn't going to put food on the table."

The elevator doors open.  Inside stands an operator in an ornate button up suit sporting a fez and a very out of place blonde handlebar mustache.  Pizza Boy eyes him momentarily as a bout of humility rouges his cheeks.  He nods politely, walks in the elevator, and stands at the back.  As the doors close, PB finds his eyes suspiciously staring at the operator once more as he continues to speak.

"There's nothing wrong with bending a veterans ear and asking for advice like you're doing with me.  If anything it's a gesture of respect and a sign of how serious you take this despite your lavish lifestyle. There's also nothing wrong with being eager about an in-ring encounter, but don't expect to learn everything about someone simply by going against them.  Fighting a former champion doesn't make you a contender.  It doesn't make you on their level.  Going through me isn't your golden ticket to the top of the show.  A lot of people have requested matches with me because, for some reason, they see me as a stepping stone to help them get leverage as they try to crash through the glass ceiling.  

   I'm not here to test you, I'm not here to prove your worth as a competitor.  I'm not here to make friends, form alliances, or even start some passionate rivalry over theology or pizza toppings.  I'm here to do business.  This is my job.  I'm a wrestler.  This is all I have, it's all I know how to do besides make pizza, and I'm not even really that good at it.  From a textbook standpoint there's no reason a guy like me should have ever been the face of this company.  I don't do submissions, I don't know many throws, and half of what I've traditionally done in-ring has been more harmful to my health than my opponents.  I'm bad at this.  Nothing about me is pretty.  I don't look like a professional athlete, I don't fight like a professional athlete, and I don't present myself like one either.  There's no overconfident bravado in me that'll sell a fight.  No, not anymore anyway.  It's been sapped from me by thirteen concussions from guys who are good at this that'd rather take the easy way out and attack me from behind with briefcases and folding chairs.  They've viewed me as their lesser because I didn't come from a legacy, or because I flip pizzas, or maybe it's because I wasn't trained traditionally.  They think I'm not worth the effort of actually putting on a wrestling match, they throw out their gibes about ordering pizza, and then I knock them on their arrogant little fine toned asses.  All you're going to learn from me is how to get back up and sock a loudmouth in the jaw after they've underestimated you and taken a shortcut down easy street."

Suddenly the elevator operator pulls the lever, causing the elevator car to come to a screeching halt between the 12th and 14th floor.  Pizza Boy meekly walks forward and taps the operator on the shoulder.  The operator keeps staring straight ahead as Pizza Boy talks over his shoulder.

PB: Uhm.  This isn't my floor-well actually this isn't even a floor at all and...do I know you?

The operator cuts his eyes over his shoulder at Pizza Boy and gives him a familiar smile.  PB's mouth falls open and his finger juts out in trembling realization, but before he can verbalize his discovery a sudden rustling comes from atop the elevator.  PB's attention turns to the roof of the elevator car as his finger narrows into a point toward the escape hatch as he stands at attention like a SWAT member readying their gun.  After a few gentle thuds, the hatch falls open, and a portly bald man falls through it's opening and collapses under his own weight upon hitting the floor.  PB stares down at him in vibrating fear as the ghost of his past dusts himself off and stares up at the operator.

Barney M. Bailey: Would ya help me up you friggin' putz!?!

PB: Buh-buh-buh-buh...

Barney M. Bailey: HEY! LERCH! I'M TALKIN' TO YA! 

The elevator operator sighs and rolls his eyes.  He turns on his heel to face Bailey.  The operator yanks him to his feet comically and begins dusting him off.  Barney slaps his hands away and straightens his jacket aloofly.

Barney M. Bailey: And take dat stupid blonde mustache off! you aren't foolin' anyone Percy!

PB: Puh-puh-puh-puh

Barney yanks the stache off of Percy and turns to Pizza Boy and opens his arms wide as his demeanor changes to that of a reunited father.

BMB: C'mere kid!

Barney wraps his arms around the still bolt upright and bulge eyed Pizza Boy's waist as Barney removes his fez and waves mutely.  PB pushes Barney away, and then pulls him back by the lapels of his business jacket.  He studies his former manager with mixed emotions, before letting his eyes land on his freshly bald head.  Barney rolls his eyes up, following PB's gaze.

BMB: Oh, uh, must've left the hairpiece somewhere between floor 6 and 9.  Huhuhuhuh!

PB: What the hell are you doing here?!

BMB: We were worried about ya, kid.  Lynch told us everything that happened to ya wit dat moron Daryl and the gay-guh-guys movin' to Vermont.  We figured you'd be lonely is all.

PB: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!

BMB: What? Ain't happy tuh see us? Perc, he ain't happy tuh see us. Do you know the trouble we went t'rough to see you? Percy shaved his mustache off for dis disguise just so 'e could put on a fake'un.

Percy hangs his head and covers his bottom lip solemnly with his index finger.  Barney compassionately pats him on the back, before snapping away and pointing his finger in PB's face.

BMB: 'sides, we figured you weren't doin' too well after the, what? tenth?

PB: Thirteenth

BMB: Thirteenth concussion. Jeez kid, wear a helmet or sumptin'.

PB: I'm fine.

BMB: You don't look fine, and you ain't actin' fine.  I been keepin' tabs, and you were all jovial n' whatnot a week ago.

PB: I'm fine.

BMB: You're depressed.

PB: I'm not sad.  I'm very happy about my reign actually.

BMB: Now dat ain't what I said.  I said you'a depressed.  Normally you'd be chompin' at da bit tuh take the title back from Nico, but you'a just showin' up for work from what I hear.

PB: I'm fine.

BMB: You can say it all you want, but the way you'a sayin' it ain't convincin' me.  It's natural tuh be a l'il down after your friends move away...n' your home burns down...crippled a girl too from what I undastan'.

PB: Rhea's fine.

BMB: Right, right.  She's livin' back home wiff her family.

PB:...Do you know something?

Barney gives an insulted look toward Pizza Boy, turns to Percy for answers.  They share a shrug, and then turn back to PB.

BMB: I know everythin', now don't you fuhget it.

PB: So what if  I've hit a rough patch? Everyone else is happy with their lives.  I can't be selfish about my friends having a family that isn't me.

BMB: You'a depressed.

PB: I'm fi-

BMB: DON'T SAY DAT YOU'A FINE! YOU'A STANDIN' IN AN ELEVATAH WEARIN' NUTTIN' BUT 'RASSLIN' TRUNKS N' A T-SHIRT!

The camera pans out to reveal this to be true.  PB looks down at his black boots, nondescript black trunks, and his own merchandised t-shirt with a dull and dreamy expression.  He looks back up at Percy and Barney with a confused, matter of fact, expression.

PB: So? These are my work clothes.

Barney suddenly grabs PB on both sides of the skull and stares into his unblinking eyes.

BMB: Have yuh been checked out by the EMT's?

PB: Barney, Barney, Barney...I know what a concussion feels like.

BMB: That ain't what I asked ya.  

Pizza Boy grabs Barney by the wrists and holds his hands politely.

PB: Listen to me Barney, OK? Will you listen to me?

BMB: Yeah.

PB: IIIIII'M. FIIIIIIINNNNEE.

Barney cuts his eyes at Pizza Boy, who nods and smiles in half annoyance.  He then side eyes Barney, who once again shrugs his shoulders while still covering his bottom lip with his finger.  Barney nods, clearly unconvinced.  He looks PB up and down once more before letting a self-assured smile curl up his lips.  He gently slaps PB on the shoulder and nods agreeably.

BMB: 'course you are.  You're the kid!  Ain't nothin' can break the da kid!

Barney playfully tussles Pizza Boy's hair and heads back for the escape hatch.  He purses his hands and bends his knees like a diver ready to take the plunge.

BMB: C'mon Perc.  Gimme the ol' alley oop.

Percy lumbers over to Barney, grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and the seat of his pants, and then tosses him up to the top of the elevator in one fluid motion.  He then turns to PB and opens his arms up for a hug.  PB obliges and nearly gets yanked off of his feet and thrown through the elevator ceiling himself.  After losing wind and tapping out on Percy's shoulder, the big man puts PB down.  PB keels over, catching his breath as Barney pokes his head through the hole and nods for Percy to follow.  As the big man wraps his fingers around the edges of the escape hatch and begins to pull himself up, PB tugs his pant leg.

PB: How do I run this thing?

Percy smiles and lets go, nearly sending the car to the next floor with his landing.  He nonchalantly walks over to the floor lever.  He points mutely with his hands, giving direction, before stopping midway through as he feels PB's confused gaze on the side of his face.  Percy shrugs, yanks the stick up from the floor, and then points to the control panel on the side of the elevator.

BMB: He uh...just wanted to pretend to be an elevator operator for some reason.  You know how he is.  Can't reason with the guy.  Once 'e gets an idea in his 'ead, you can't get a word in edgewise.  Anyway, we gotta book before they realize we left the safe house.

Percy smiles and shoves the fake lever through the escape hatch. Barney grabs it and disappears through the hole again.  Percy smiles at PB, waves goodbye once more, and then leaps through the escape hatch and shuts it behind them.  As soon as the two disappear, the elevator car starts moving once more.  PB looks up at the hatch curiously.  He then shakes his head rapidly, as if coming out of a bad dream.  He stares ahead blankly for a second, and then snaps back to life as the car drops past a floor.

PB: Anyway...uh...where was I?

"Main Lobby" *Ding!*

PB: Oh, um, this is my stop I guess.  Uhm did that just-

As if to answer PB's question, the escape hatch swings open, nearly startling him to death as the elevator doors begin to part.

PB: A-anyway...happybirthdayAhren.Bye!

Pizza Boy books it out of the elevator before the doors can even open halfway.  As he exits, the ominously swinging hatch door comes to a full stop.  The lights flicker momentarily, and the hatch door is closed once again.
Aria Jaxon
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 11:58 pm by Aria Jaxon
OBSESSION -- ATHENS, GEORGIA.

Oh, I get it. Not only am I a mainstay, but I’m a mainstay you can’t wait to get rid of and one that you think shouldn’t really be standing in the first place, so the Robert E. Lee comparison is supposed to be valid. Noted. Now, given everything else you’ve said, since you think I’m some power-hungry spotlight whore, you probably think I’m using this match as a chance to keep another member of the Empire roster under my thumb -- the same way the rebels went to war and shed blood to keep the institution of slavery in place. But I’d never have to stoop that low. I don’t need other people to be suppressed to take my place at the top. I’m not running a dictatorship, though you’d scream the opposite from the rooftops. Last I checked, I’m not stomping around here on some Kendra Shamez shit and tryna green light every single person who dares question me. And, American history might not be your forte, but you do know that the Confederacy seceded, right? Like they caught an attitude about other states not fucking with slavery and decided to leave? Yeah, I don’t really play that “my way or the highway” shit, and I certainly don’t have any immediate plans to “secede” from Empire. I’m not Sheridan. I plan on staying right here for the foreseeable future, turning back all opposition and furthering my legacy. And I don’t need to hold your head underwater to do it, either. I don’t have to handicap you to beat you, which is foreign to the ears of a woman who will do literally anything to get a leg-up over the opposition. There will be no excuses when this doesn’t go the way that you want. See, you deal in maybes and could bes. You talk about possible outcomes where you win and ones where you don’t, and you knock me for not doing the same. It’s not arrogance, it’s me not buying what you’re selling. It’s me having complete confidence in myself, something you’re evidently not as well-versed in as I thought you were if you’re already talking about, “If I don’t win…”

Right now, I can’t relate.

And for the record, giving it my all and betting my whole future on a match aren’t the same thing. I could very realistically be playing hurt, yeah, but I never do anything less than try my best when the bell rings. That’s not the same as you making plans for a windfall payday and a gleaming future just based on the POSSIBILITY of beating me. Putting my nose to the grindstone for the sake of picking up a win isn’t identical to you looking at this match as your chance to take my place on promotional material and to spit on everything I’ve built. You can’t possibly expect me to feel the same way. I’m sorry that you see a golden ticket when you look at me, and I only see an opponent when I look at you. What’s pushing you forward now is chasing this high. It’s intoxicating, isn’t it? The tantalizing thought of what could be on the other side of the curtain if you could actually get the job done? You can’t stand the fact that I’m not singing your praises, so you’re determined to make me pay. Hell, you’re saying you want me to beg for your forgiveness! Your brain is going haywire with the prospect of latching onto everything you want. The exposure, the notoriety, the pay bump, the satisfaction of having overcome someone who you don’t think is giving you your just due...dare I say you might have as much at stake as you’re pretending like I do. The burden of proof is on you, and you can’t possibly believe any different. It was on me every single time I stepped into the ring with someone more tenured than me, and it’s your burden to shoulder now. It just so happens that it’ll ultimately prove too heavy for you to carry. It’s my job to make sure you come up short, and believe it or not, it’s got less to do with malice than you think. Wins are how we pay our way forward here. You know that, or else you wouldn’t be planning your immediate future around this match. Your obsession with proving me wrong will ultimately be what trips you up. Because while you’re planning for your future, I’m focusing on the present. But it’s great that you’re planning ahead, though. Start thinking of ways to explain away this loss. Ready yourself to sift through the rubble and pluck out the things you can hang onto, all for the sake of not feeling totally empty-handed. I’ll leave that to you. You leave the winning to me.

When I beat Tarah, I didn’t have any clout. I can admit that. I knew it then, she knew it then, the whole world knew it. On the surface, that triple threat match on a run-of-the-mill episode of Voltage looked like it was just a matter of seeing whether or not myself or Starshine would take the pinfall. At that point, just the idea of survival seemed grand. Just being able to say that I was being entrusted with a match of any kind with the Vixens Champion was pretty mind-boggling to my wide-eyed ass, nevermind the fact that we were gonna have company. I was unsure of myself, almost to the point where I found myself adopting probably the most optimistic approach possible. If I won, I’d be ecstatic, of course. After all, I’d have turned those one-in-three odds on their head. If I lost, I’d just have to take it on the chin and know that I’d have plenty of chances to get better. It’s a lot different than the way I carry myself today, but it’s to be expected. With time and experience comes confidence and the skill to back it up, and I got both in abundance. Not that you’ve been particularly happy about either of those, but it won’t do shit to change anything. The rookie -- and I’ll keep using that word regardless of how much it grates on your nerves -- that I was then and the one that you are now are similar in the regard that they were thrown into the deep end of the pool extremely early on, but that’s where the similarities end. Maybe I was foolish to have not been as sure of myself as you are now, but regardless, I’m standing on the other side now. I’m not the new girl crossing her fingers and hoping to make an impact against the poster girl of a division. I won that match because I was the better woman, and it wasn’t a fluke. I took those roughly thirty-three percent odds of coming out victorious, and I brought about the end I wanted to see. No luck required. “You did it so I can do it, too,” is a big chunk of why you think I’m gonna fall at your feet, and it won’t pay you dividends, but hey, knock yourself out. Better yet, I might wind up doing it for you.

Now I’m the one in a position of prominence, dealing with a newcomer who’s infinitely more arrogant than I could ever be. Knowing how things went once before gives you all the more reason to think you could do what I did, but I don’t just learn from my own mistakes. I learn from other people’s, too. Perhaps it’s true at that point that Tarah underestimated me, especially given that she DID walk over the entire division a couple months prior. You wanna talk about the “complacency” you say is lulling me into a false sense of security? That’s what bit my dear friend in the ass. She overcame like what, nine other women? In some hastily thrown-together handicap match where the vast majority of the now-irrelevant women in the match aren’t even on anyone’s radar anymore. I haven’t had it so easy. I’ve had to keep making strides in order to stay one step ahead of every member of this rapidly-growing roster. I overcame two of the most bloodthirsty women in EAW at Pain for Pride, kicked out of just about every one of Azumi and Madison’s signature moves, and had to dig down deep to win the exact same match that damn near swallowed me whole last year, and you think I’m standing still? Last time I was champion, I lost the match in my first title defense. Now I’ve got three to my name. How’s that for growth? You say I’m incapable of changing, but if that was the case, I’d just be the chick who lost her Empress of Elite cash-in, the chick who made it to the finals of the first Tag Team Grand Prix and lost, or as you so often like to bring up, the one who made it to the final two of the first women’s Extreme Elimination Chamber and couldn’t seal the deal. You get the idea. You focus on my failures because those are the things that close this gap between you and I, but tell me -- am I standing in front of you as a woman who let her stutter steps define her, or I am standing in front of you as a champion? You don’t need to tell me that I’m not invincible, not when I clearly don’t have any problem talking about the times that I’ve lost. Hall of Famers and surefire future Hall of Famers have pierced my armor before, but at least I can say that my failures have meant something. At least I can say the times I was outgunned, or the times that I leapt before I looked had some sort of eventual payback. Never mind all the times I let my amount of guts outweigh using my brain. Don’t those sound like flaws to you? Ones that have cost me before, believe it or not. The best of us can find silver linings in those unexpected disappointments, and so will you. “I went a couple rounds with Aria Jaxon” is something you can add to whatever resume you think you have.

Maybe it was a hell of an ace in the hole in my back pocket. Maybe not having eyes in the back of her head and being able to handle a triple threat at that point proved to be what tripped her up in that match. I’m not dealing with two other women, but you’re determined to ensure that I have my hands full, with all your talking about breaking bottles over people’s heads and your plans to flout the rules. You think you’re the first person I’ve dealt with that had a fondness for breaking the rules or getting down and dirty? I know what it’s like to deal with those people and still win. Like it or not, this match doesn’t represent me stepping outta my comfort zone, as much as you’d like to imagine that it does. The cerebral approach, the picking your spots, the taking liberties...people like you have always been around, and I’ve got plenty of experience dealing with them. And really, at the risk of sounding a little bit mushy, it’s kinda disappointing. I mean, the two Women’s World Champions before me were top-tier wrestlers who for some odd reason preferred to fall back on cheap tricks and fuckery, rather than letting their ability do most of the talking. I don’t think you’re some bottom-of-the-barrel scrub, but I do think you might’ve gotten too big for your britches. I said it before, but sheesh, if I don’t agree with every single claim you make about yourself, suddenly I’m brushing you off completely. With the way Empire is now, nobody finds their way here by accident. You gotta have SOMETHING just to get a foot in the door. Underneath all the apathy and refusal to really, truly give a damn could realistically be a super talented woman. But if you wanna phone it in, that’s on you. There will be times when it works for you, but this ain’t one of those times. You can’t half-ass it against me. I’m not sure if I expected anything different? I mean, when you faced Stephanie, you mentioned me more than you did her. And though it was always because of some petty, pathetic attempt at getting under her skin and saying that she’d always live in my shadow, you were choking on my name long before this match was ever made. You’ve been waiting for this eagerly, because you believe so steadfastly that you’re ready. Not just ready to figure me out and to defeat me, but to take the baton from me and take over everything I’ve got to my name. But that’s just not the case. You can reread my playbook over and over and over again, but it’ll never compare to the real deal. This “arrogant” woman is telling you once more than you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. There’s no false sense of security or empty threats here. I don’t have to assign all the extra value to it that you do. I don’t need all the shit that you think is waiting just around the bend for you. When you get to my level, routinely defending an entire kingdom and playing for all the marbles just becomes standard. So forgive me if I’m not all that shaken by your plans of world domination. I won’t beat you simply because I’m champion, but I will beat you because I play like one. And by the time I lift my foot off the gas pedal, you’ll know that for yourself.

For me, the good will always outweigh the bad. I don’t pretend like I’m perfect and I don’t try to pretend like I haven’t bitten the big one before, but I won’t fall victim to your lame ass attempts to tear me down and make it seem as if my shortcomings outshine all the things that I’ve done right. You’re playing a waiting game, Chelsea. In that ring, you’re waiting for me to slip up or provide an opening for you. But it’s hard to be an opportunist with someone who for all intents and purposes doesn’t intend to give you much to work with. Just enough rope to hang yourself with. The woman standing across from you sometimes lets her emotions dictate her actions. She’s got a big fucking mouth. She’s far from a paragon of perfection, but she knows what it is to let her imperfections take a backseat long enough to get where she needs to be, and you’ll soon find that out. I don’t have to play a perfect game to beat you, Chelsea. Imperfections and all, the champion rises. Your best efforts aside, you fall. This won’t be your night. Better luck next time.
Amadeus
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 11:49 pm by Amadeus
"Is he the only one that visits them?"

"Other than the cops?  Yeah.  Doesn't speak to them.  Just sits and stares."

"Creepy.  I hear the big guy is some kind of cult leader."

"I thought he was a professional wrestler or something?"

"I dunno.  Maybe he's both.  I hear he killed some people."

"I thought wrestling was fake."

"Seriously?  Those injuries aren't fake.  Who knows when those two will wake up?"

"That guy that comes in and visits them looks pretty beaten up."

"Yeah.  If he's not careful, he'll be occupying the room next his friends."

We move past the nurse's station and the two aides gossiping to two darkened rooms with a bored police officer sitting on a chair between the two doorways, playing on his phone.  On the bed in each of the rooms is an unresponsive figure swathed in shadow, one hulking and large, the other smaller and thin.  Each has an arm cuffed to the railing of their bed.  The camera moves into the larger man's room and we see another figure sitting on a chair in the corner, Amadeus.  His head is bandaged heavily, his eyes faraway and glazed.  He leans forward, resting his chin on his fists.

"Words ..."

"Words have failed me recently.  I have tried to move past this, to take this as another obstacle on the road, something to be overcome ... but it just seems that those words are but wind now, and not even strong enough to stir a breeze.  I remember the hands that touched my shoulder when life was dark and the voices that said, 'Follow us down a darker path and discover yourself.'  Now those hands are limp, those voices are silent.  I remember the hand that touched my shoulder as i worked myself back into shape, honing my edge, and the voice that said, 'We are brothers, you and I, and we will take what should be ours together.'  His bones are broken, his voice lost, his place gone.  I remember the hand that touched my shoulder as I grasped for new heights, and her voice said, 'Brother, this is only the beginning for you; I look forward to seeing you soar higher.'  Now, that spark has been taken far from me, and I hear her voice no more.  I remember the hand that touched my shoulder when it was time to affect change on a broken system, and the voice that said, 'Brother, I will stand by your side and together we shall triumph.'  My side is empty now and triumph seems so far away.  Eclipse Diemos, Alexis Diemos, Maero, Brody Sparks, Solomon Caine.  Some fell victim to their own hubris.  Some fell victim to circumstances.  Some were taken away by the cruelty of life.  And some just walked away.  For the first time in ages, I am truly alone."

A long sigh followed by a longer silence.


"I had sought a better brand.  I sought to cement myself as a rising star, make good on the confidence that I felt.  But it just all seems so silly now.  Like waking from a dream ... all the logic that seemed to make sense while you're asleep ... cracks and breaks as soon as daylight hits it. What do I care about small and petty men like Kenny Drake?  Where is the meaning in battle anymore?  I felt it within my family, but now ... that family is gone.  And not scattered across the different brands, where we could each take root, grow, and bear our own twisted fruit.  No, we're gone.  Almost erased from existence.  Banished from the company.  Left of their own accord.  Or ... passed on."

Amadeus bites his lip.


"I lived with these people, fought with them, bled with them, laughed and cried.  Maybe some of them were monsters, maybe I didn't always agree with them, but as a family you're supposed to stick together.  A family is supposed to band together ... right?  So why am I the only one left?  Where do I have to go now?"

"It's funny.  It's funny that the only other person that's left from Nightmare is the one that I'm facing Sunday, Jon McAdams.  Yes, you were a part of Nightmare, and you have stated that you share ideals and purposes with us.  But you were never really family, were you?  I believe that we've fought against each other more often than we've fought beside each other, haven't we?  No, this wasn't a family that you wanted to join.  You wanted power.  You wanted leverage.  You wanted knowledge.  You wanted to see the secret of the strength that lay within the Sanatorium.  Well, now the door's thrown open wide and that secret is laid out bare ... naught but sawdust and sealing wax.  I have no doubt that you're quite disappointed.  You must be thinking, 'What a fruitless business venture.'  Meanwhile, I sit here, my heart torn from my chest, the most important thing to me has been lost.  The matches mean nothing.  The title means nothing.  That which mattered most to me was the family.  And now ... now the family is nothing.  I don't ... I don't care that I'm facing you again.  I once spoke of you as someone who could help me elevate my craft.  But now, there's nothing left to elevate.  I don't care about that anymore.  You're not my brother.  You're not my rival.  You're nothing more to me other than a conduit to vent this anger and sadness that dwells within me.  Someone to hurt like I hurt right now."

Amadeus slowly gets up and takes a few steps towards the hulking form on the bed.


"Did you see this is your grand plan, Eclipse?  Did you honestly think that your transgressions would never catch up to you?  It's your fault that this family has fallen to pieces.  It was you that built your house on the shifting sands.  It was you that caused us to fall.  I'm not guiltless in this.  I did not care to notice that you were steering us into the oncoming storm.  Now, your house is left to rubble, your name is in disgrace, and I am left alone, abandoned and orphaned once again.  I've come here, day after day, trying to find the words that I needed to say to you.  But day after day, the words won't come.  The anger fades quickly, and all that's left is the numbing nothingness of apathy.  The cold chill of oblivion.  I don't know where I go from here.  I don't care.  All I know is that 'here' is a place that I need to get away from. So ..."

"Farewell, Eclipse.  See you in hell."

"Farewell, Solomon.  I hope you find your path."

Farewell, Brody.  You were better than we deserved."

Amadeus turns and begins to walk out the door.  He stops and puts his hand on the door frame, seemingly about to turn around for one last look at his former mentor.  But instead, he keeps looking forward and walks away from that room for good.
Sydney St. Clair
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 11:38 pm by Sydney St. Clair
Chapter 6: Count me out
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"Dream Chaser" Sydney St. Clair

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"The day I put my signature on the dotted line, I was told that I have a bright future ahead of me as long as I persevere through the toughest of times and rival the toughest of challenges. Tarah Nova herself told me from the very beginning that she would not hold my hand when it comes to fighting on Empire, she wouldn’t hand me anything that I haven’t earned and she has promised me that knowing I wouldn’t have it any other way. She told me once I have found my place in the Empire, I would run roughshod through it if I kept honing my craft and learning from my defeats, my challenges and my rivals. And to stand across the ring from you, April, is a testament in its own right to how dedicated I am to my growth. I could be opening the shows, fighting the newest talents to also sign up for the proving grounds of Empire, but instead, I am fighting for a shot at a title that has made the legacy of many of the greats on Empire; yourself included. And I know it is going to be a challenge, I would be foolish to think otherwise. I am well aware I am raising my fists against an opponent from a higher weight class than me, someone who can probably even best me on their worst day. But I have to believe that on my best day I can still defeat someone of your calibre. I am not here to participate, I am here to take over one step at a time. What drives me is standing across the ring from opponents like yourself, to see where I measure up, where I can improve and how much stronger I will have to become to get there. I don’t have the arrogance to call myself a champion, or an empress, heck I won’t even dare call myself one of the best on Empire. I will earn the right to call myself any of those things once I have accomplished all the things that I need to do in order to do such. And it won’t be easy, and this match symbolises that greatly. Having to be chain-linked to someone who has been a consistent thorn in my side is one challenge stand alone, but having to try and fend you off and even defeat you is another challenge entirely. You were built for this line of work, you were disciplined and trained to exchange punches with the best of them and that is credit I can never take away from you. I, on the other hand, have been told I would accomplish nothing. I would never become a professional wrestler, I’d never become someone of importance. Well, so far I can say I am doing pretty darn good for myself. I had to scratch and claw to be here but I am standing in an EAW ring fighting some of the best female wrestlers on the planet and I don’t intend to stop there. I intend to be someone to invest in, to become one of the very best on Empire no matter how long that will take.

I respect you April. I respect you as a competitor. But to me, you’re merely a hurdle that I must jump over to keep running through the course of EAW until the next hurdle comes along. That is not to discredit you as an opponent, as you’re a tall hurdle I have to leap over, but I am confident that I can despite the dead weight that I must carry in the form of Megan Raine. So if you take any words of mine into consideration, let them be these words -- don’t count me out because of the gap in experience. Do not proclaim me defeated before the bell even rings. I have the world to prove and proving myself to the likes of you is going to be the driving force that helps me become the future of this brand because that is what drives me most. It is Sydney versus the World and I am not backing down to anyone, not Megan Raine, not April Song, not Chelsea Crowe or Revy, not even Ms Aria Jaxon herself. I came here with one simple goal; prove to the world that Sydney St. Clair can make it. And I won’t stop until I have reached that goal. If you are to beat me this week, April, it won’t be a fight you will win with ease. I will be giving you everything I got, even if I am weighed down by the weight of a blonde bimbo narcissist. I will be throwing everything I have at you and I won’t go down until I am laying across your unconscious body and have my hand raised after it is all said and done. That is my promise to you; you will have to give me everything you’ve got to keep me down!

As far as Megan Raine goes, her expecting me to remain quiet must disappoint her. Because you’ve been brushing me off since the very beginning, you’re also one of the people I want to prove wrong also. I have made the mistake of calling you an ally in the past, I made the mistake of thinking you could be gracious in defeat before, and both times you have hurt me both emotionally and physically. I have beaten you once, but that only redeemed one failure on my part. This week I will redeem myself again by making sure the contendership to the Specialists Championship doesn’t fall into your hands. Because for me, even if I can’t walk away with the Specialists Championship opportunity myself, at least redemption will be at arm's reach the entire time. I am more than confident that I can give April a run for her money, even if I have to drag your unconscious self around as I do so. This match isn’t just to accomplish a future goal, it is also to rectify a past mistake. If you have nothing to say about me, that is perfectly fine. If you don’t find me as a threat to you this match, that is also perfectly fine. But just know if I am not walking out with the contendership to my name, I will be doing all in my power to make sure it won’t be in your name either."

Ryan Marx
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 11:08 pm by Ryan Marx
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Showdown Promo 1 – The Pillar Remains

“The Final Sacrifice has been made.”

Those words echoed, not just around Ryan's head, but off of each locker in the barren room. He looked to Soledad as she stood by him, her gaze focussed down at him as he sank into his seat. The only thing between them was the sweat upon the Zeitgeist's skin, and the Openweight Championship, which was clasped between Ryan's fingers – both brandishing dried blood. Not his own, though.

“Indeed.”

They both looked down at the belt, the 'prize' that neither of them had trusted. That both of them wanted to get rid of in order to move on.

“The curse won't be with you for much longer.”

A low, deep hum of acknowledgement escaped Ryan, and following that was a moment of quiet. Then he spoke once more. “Soon, I will ascend.”

“Or you'll descend.” It was almost reactionary, the way Soledad said it. As if she hadn't meant it. Though it didn't earn much of anything from the Zeitgeist. Except another, much more tense moment of silence, of suffocating quiet. Then, she added, “I don't want that, Ryan.”

“Enough.” He stood, eyes going to his wife. She looked back into them, and saw within them a layer of darkness. “Now is not the time to be speaking about such things. There is still much to be done – things to be taken care of. Let me focus.”

A pause. Eye contact broke as Soledad looked down. “Fine.”

She expected him to walk away, to create distance. Yet, she could still feel Ryan's eyes on her. And then she felt a hand upon her shoulder, accompanied by warm breath against the side of her face.

“Do not worry. I will not fall, and I shall never fail like I once did. Not again.”

We cut to black, and then fade into a new scene. Ryan towers over a small TV, the both of them being the only two things in the dimly-lit room. On the screen, his match with Prince of Phenomenal plays, muted. No, it isn't this week's match – this TV can't see into the future. It is their past match, the one the Prince so desperately wishes to ignore. Ryan's gaze goes from the screen to the camera, and he begins to speak.

Here I find myself, on a path to a grand prize that solidifies the influence of anyone that holds it. I defeated all three sacrifices, I have endured the curse of the Openweight title thus far as I jumped over the obstacles it had set before me, and soon I will reach the position of power I deserve. I have come out of these trials a stronger man, a more resolute force to be reckoned with. And now, before I fight for my rightful recognition, I must fight those who attempt to halt my progress.

One of those people is Prince of Phenomenal, a man I have beaten before. Though, according to him, we've never met before. I am not surprised he wishes to forget our first encounter, considering he suffered a crushing defeat in what was supposed to be his match. He is a man who presented barely-there arguments when he tried to make his big comeback against me, and a man who soon disappeared after I had defeated him. But of course, he came back in time to steal the National Elite Championship, during the time when I was occupied with other issues. Unfortunately for him, he is in my sights yet again, and I do not plan on allowing him the revenge he will most likely want – when he comes to terms with the loss I dealt him months prior. He has spoken in the past about how he wishes to make every doubter a believer, but he will never make a believer out of me. And when Showdown is over, there will be many believers that he will have to reconvert.


Ryan lets out a laugh, one that reverberates around the room.

How hilarious that you mention memory loss, when you yourself have completely forgotten our previous match. But I shall remind you when you step into the ring with me and realise I am not a joke as you have just said. I remember back during our first encounter, when you dismissed me so effortlessly. You attempted to use your status as a veteran to argue that I meant nothing. You truly believed that I would lie down and let you return to widespread fanfare. That failed. You were wrong in so many ways, and your naivety to my actual skill left you with a loss in your return match. Considering your status as National Elite Champion, I expect some shift has happened since then, but I am not going to entirely expect it. Hopefully, you've learned from that loss, and you will try to adapt to give me a real fight, because you certainly have a lot to make up for from our previous match.

But enough of the past, let us look to the present. Let us look to ourselves now, and marvel at the evidence that suggests no matter how much time passes, I shall overcome you once again. Though we will not have to look too far. Just at Road to Redemption 11, I knocked out a competitor who had more fight than you did when we last fought. I knocked her out cold. I have retired CM Banks, a man who surpasses you in terms of career achievements. And I am now in the spot you wish to be in once more: a prime contender for the EAW World Championship. As the unable fall, the fresh faces take their place, and that is what has happened here. You were unable to claim that title, and now it is my turn. This week on Showdown, I shall show you why I am in this position, and why you couldn't make good of it when you were here.

You believe me to be nothing special? Then what does that make you? Going by your logic, you lost to a joke, meaning you must be lesser than me. You are not a prince, you are barely even a jester – because a jester is supposed to be entertaining. You are just irritating. Am I not cut out for this? My opportunity at the EAW World Championship says otherwise. My championship reign speaks for itself. My strength and my absolute destruction of opponents with far more challenging arguments and stronger wills proves you wrong.


Slamming a fist down on the TV, Ryan watches as the screen glitches for a moment before returning to normal. Back to the Ryan Marx of the past beating the Prince of Phenomenal of old.

This week, when I saw you were my opponent, I struggled for what to say – not because you leave me speechless, but because you have not changed since our last encounter. You are still dismissing me because of your Hall of Fame status, only this time it has far more serious repercussions. For I have defeated you before, and no matter how much you wish to deny it or ignore our match, it happened. It is in the history books, for all to marvel and grimace at. Ryan Marx defeated Prince of Phenomenal. Let that sink in before you call me a “joke”, before you say that I am “not cut out for this”, and before you make the bold assumption that this will be a walk in the park. It wasn't easy for you last time, so what makes you think it will be now? Especially with even more ignorance than you displayed in our last battle.

I hope you try again...or perhaps it is best not to. You've made a complete fool out of yourself, and if I were you, I wouldn't speak again. Hopefully, you have developed in terms of your in-ring ability, otherwise this will be a definite repeat of our last match. So do better, because you may be treating this as an exhibition match, but I do not intend on letting you walk out of that ring this Saturday – at least not on your own.


As the TV screen displays the finish to Ryan and the Prince's last encounter, with Ryan pinning him, the scene fades to black.
Ahren Fournier
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 10:37 pm by Ahren Fournier
(Ahren can be seen wearing a birthday party hat in a pitch black room, the only light resonates off of a cake with one candle in it, Ahren has a stern look on his face. A single tear runs down his cheek as he looks up at the camera)

Wow Sesnei Pizza, I can't believe this. I CAN NOT! BE LEAF THIS! I didn't expect you of all people, to be so cold. Cold pizza? Normally I like it, but not at the moment, not when it's you. I tell you it's my birthday, and you just let that little nugget of news go unnoticed. No mention of it, not a happy birthday, no present... no pizza. I'm in shock, I'm shook right now to be honest, shook to the core. I thought someone like you would understand the significance of an Ahren Fournier birthday. This cake? I bought it myself... WITH MY OWN MONEY! Where were you when I needed a cake with a stripper in it? HUH?! Those aren't cheap ya know. You make the big bucks, you can afford it ya jerk. But no, you let my day of birth, the day I busted out of my moms vag and said here I am world! All nude and stuff, with my big ol baby dick flopping around... Go unnoticed. I thought you were the sensei, I thought we were going to help each other! But how can I trust a sensei that doesn't even acknowledge the greatest day of the year. I bet you said happy birthday to Lannister, I bet you said happy birthday to Jack Ripley, i bet you said happy birthday to Sam Bradford, and I bet you said Happy Birthday to Jeremy Kerely... the wide receiver for the New York jets... but Ahren?  Naw why would you do that? I only complimented everything you did, was super nice to you; was as trill as can be. It comes with the territory of being the trill fairy of course how could I not. But I'll forgive you, I'll let it pass, I know you've been going through a lot of shit in your own head, so I'll let it go for now. I'll give you another chance, something we all deserve. So I'll wait here, for those words.

(The doorbell rings. Ahren begrudgingly gets up to answer the door. He flings it open, when he sees a group of people outside.)

Group: SURPRISE!!! 

Ahren: OH MY GOD IM SO SURPRISED!!

(Ahren punches the first person he sees)

Group: Happy birthday....

Ahren: Aww guys! I was so startled 

(Punched guy gets up holding his eye)

Punched guy: I deserved it... anyways happy birthday!

(One by one everyone files into the mansion, including Flannery, jennipurr, Esteban, bob barker, and the nameless chicken. And whole bunch of other people.. and of course a giant cake. They flip the lights on, and the music starts bumping)

Ahren: Aw Pizza Boy you do care! I know you set this up, I forgive you... A STRIPPER CAKE!

(A stripper jumps out of the cake, and starts dancing around)

Ahren: That was awful swell of you Pizza Boy, I can only assume this is your doing. But be that as it may, I still want to get some facts straight, and get a better understanding of your thought process. 

Now Pizza Boy, you have all these conspiracy theories of how the man is trying to hold you down? They don't let you compete in anything other than Hardcore matches? It's the companies fault that Nico cashed in on you? You don't have a leg to stand on in that aspect. At least you've been given the opportunities to succeed here, you've actually been given the opportunities to get achieve your dream. If they didn't want you to succeed you wouldn't have even won it in the first place. You sound kind of like a spoiled little brat. Everyone has these types of matches, I have had them constantly while in EAW. And even with that you succeeded with them, so why are you complaining? If they didn't want you to be the champion, then why put you in a world title match to begin with? At least when I say that the company is holding me down I have some worth to what I say. I've never even gotten the chance to have a world title match, in a multi man match or whatever. I don't care what you say, this is a huge chance for me. Whether I'm looking at the card "upside down" or not, you're a former 2 time world champion, former National Elite Champion and I'm not taking it for granted like you. You were champion just last week, and a win like that on my resume actually does propel me to another level. I want this win very bad, I want to prove that I deserve to be on that main stage. I don't get many chances like this, so even as little as an opportunity as it is, I'm going to go at it with guns  blazing. Even if you are my Sensei, even if I do respect you, even if you are really depressed. Now I don't want to push you over the edge with your depression, you may need this win more than me in some peoples opinion, but not me. I think I need it more. I always think of things this way of course, that's why more often than not, I do really well in matches. With that mindset I believe that gives me an upper hand on life. The secret to success is positivity. If you think it, you can achieve it. And if life doesn't give you the chance to succeed, break the wall down and create your opportunities. They can only hold you down for so long, they have to see it your way eventually if you keep doing what you say you're going to do.

Now I kept calling you sensei because I believed you could teach me a thing or two. You could be my teacher on a few aspects on life, I could pick your brain on how to get better on a few things. I know I don't know everything, I could use help from a guy that's been there, so that I could get to that next level. But it's not contradictory for me to also be your sensei on a few things. By teaching me gives you the confidence that you lack. Just me being around you, exuding my confidence can give you what you're missing. I could teach you to believe in yourself the way that I believe in you, and it makes sense when you think of it. We could be each others sensei.. Think of it this way, a fish will fail the climb the tree test, but if he was taught by a monkey how to do it, and was given the proper tools to Do it, then he could succeed. Hypothetically of course, he still doesn't have the ability to breath out of water. Then in turn that fish could teach the monkey how to swim, because that's what he is an expert in, overall making them better at different aspects in life. You get that? Basically you can be like my teacher in one subject, and I can be yours in another! It's not contradictory just a different perspective on how to get better. Ever hear the student becomes the teacher? Although it kind of means a different thing than the way I mean it, it still rings true.

I know you're not mad Pizza Boy, and that's the problem. You should be mad, you should be roaring to get even on the screw job, but you're not. You should feel that competitive fire inside just itching to get back in there and reclaim what you should never have lost. I understand that you're upset over the fact that this keeps happening to you, and I'm not saying that you should feel content that you were champion, and a champion for a good chunk of time. But you should try to see things from the positive side of things, because this depression that you've got going on it doesn't help you, it doesn't help anyone around you. What good has sadness ever gotten anyone? You're better than this, you have the will to succeed. After all this time of being looked at as someone that will never be able to make it in this business, you're ready to roll over and die? You're giving up after achieving more than you've ever been ever even been able to think feasible. But honestly, if this isn't what you want to do anymore, if you're not living the dream and not giving it your all, I don't even think you should show up. There's a million other guys and girls out there that would die for the spot that you're in right now. There's a million other people out there that would be happy with what they've done. I get not being content with what you've done, because striving for more is always a great goal to keep you sharp, and motivated. Unfortunately that's not what's happening, and I'm afraid that I might hurt you out there. Not because I want to, not because I have to, just because lethargic wrestling is dangerous. So, wish me a happy birthday, give me some pizza, and let's just try to have fun out there. After all this, even if you don't show up and be THAT Pizza Boy, I'm sure I can learn a thing or two from you. I can learn the exact thing that I shouldn't be. See you out there. NOW WHO HAS A CANDLE FOR ME TO BLOW OUT?!!

(The crowd erupts, and dozens of girls run up to him, giving him a candle to blow out. Camera fades to black)
Consuela Rose Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 10:35 pm by Consuela Rose Ava
II.

When did Azumi Goto turn into Donald Trump?

“But, Cameron did this.”

Azumi, you are just like every Donald Trump supporter who tends to point out the flaws of other people to get the heat off them.

“There are people in this very company who have a god complex, those who try to end careers, attempt murder and attempt to kill this company!”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Who has ever accomplished at trying to end someone’s career? Who has attempted murder? Who wanted to kill EAW? Once again, Azumi Goto is brought up total bullshit without having any facts backing her up. I don’t understand how any of the things you mention JUSTIFY using someone’s death to get under someone’s skin? You're saying that it’s alright to use Brody Sparks’ name in vain because everyone else has done something bad? Honestly, you could have fucked off with the Brody comment. You could have shut your mouth, but the fact that you didn’t just say how much of a shitty person you are in general. When Extreme Enigma passed away, there not one single person who used his name in vain. Why? Anyone who had the balls to talk down on Extreme Enigma would get fired in a heartbeat. I mean, it’s common curiosity not to talk badly of the dead. That is something you lack along with talent. Something that you lack along with the ability to cut a decent promo with facts and evidence. If you had to use someone’s death as a tactic, then you’re a shitty person. I mean, there are so many ways to get under the skin of people that don’t require you talking about someone who recently passed away. Instead of upsetting Aria and making her lose hope, it pissed her off. It pushed her to pin you in the middle of that ring.

“Your very twin has a Goddess Complex and  AND yet I’m called out for using tactics in a match of all things?!”--Azumi Goto, 2017

What does Cameron have to do with anything? Yes, Cameron is a bitch. She does manage to get under people’s skin, but even she is smart enough to know that certain things should never be said. You don’t see Cameron using someone’s passing to help get under the skin of people. Nah, she can get under your skin with just saying your name. What tactics did The OGs use on their opponents? Besides the number’s advantage, there is nothing you have in that argument, Azumi. It’s not like they went around the locker room bullying the other women. Nah, The OGs took their place on the top of Empire, and it was survival for them to remain on top. That’s all The OGs ever was. The exaggeration of the “tactics” Cameron did is beyond ridiculous because they were not as controversial as the one you used against Aria Jaxon during your match.

“Let’s talk about you for a second, someone who finished her first reign by losing in first defense.”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Do you want to know who also lost in their first title defense? Aria Jaxon, Stephanie Matsuda, and yet, they could still kick your ass in less than ten seconds. When I stated that I would get the Specialists Championship back, I meant it. Look at my shoulder now; it seems like I kept my word unlike you. I mean, should we talk about you losing your first championship match against Aria Jaxon? Should we talk about you being responsible for having Haruna being slaughtered by the High Rollerz for the Unified Tag Team Championships? Should we talk about how you once again lose to Aria at Road to Redemption? And you want to shit on me for losing on her first title defense? That’s kinda pathetic to be quite honest.

“If you’re so much better than me, why aren’t you challenging Aria Jaxon for the Women’s Title? Oh right because you’re doing your little tribute of a title reign. It’s slowly going to make the specialist title even more IRRELEVANT. Continue to pay tribute to Empire’s past, because just won’t make a dent in the wrestling machine that is Azumi Goto.”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Ladies and Gentleman, Azumi Goto, is now the Lucas Johnson of Empire! Give her a round of applause. You just buried the Specialists Championship, a championship you couldn’t even win if you ever got the opportunity to chase after it. Just like your two pathetic attempts at trying to dethrone Aria. Just like Lucas, it might be time for you to step off your high horse and go back down where you belong. Not in the Specialists Championship picture, Nah. You can’t even hold a candle to me in the ring. How about you go back and try to face talent within your level. I’m talking about Yasmin Hyland, Scarlet and Daisy Thrash. The idea that you think that you can in ANY title picture on Empire is quite laughable, and you better stop it before you break someone’s ribs. 

“How many weapon shots do you think I took at Road To Redemption?”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Wow, Azumi! You are such an inspiration! You took weapon shots at Road to Redemption! You suffered the consequences of what the Extreme Elimination Chamber is all about! That’s not anything that ANY other brand has done. Oh no! No one took the most ass beatings at Road to Redemption other than Azumi!

(“Gaston” song tone)

No one went through a fierce battle like Azumi! No one gets her ass beat like Azumi! No one loses more than Azumi! No one is as annoying as Azumi! No is as shit as Azumi!

Yes, I can sing too. Not well, but I think you get the idea. Quick reminder, don’t bring up my sister to try to prove a point. You’ll always end up looking like a dumbass. Oh, wait, too late.
April Song
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 10:20 pm by April Song
I appreciate motivation. In all shapes and forms. Positive, negative, respectful, disrespectful. Between cheer coaches, jujitsu instructors, and my parents I’ve heard every sort of motivational ploy and tactic known to mankind. I don’t lack for it, and I can grasp at straws if need be to find it. This week, fortunately enough, I don’t have that concern. Even though I was able to save a little face and defeat Madison in an important match for me, the personal disgrace of being left off the Road to Redemption card is a bitter pill to swallow. After competing at huge events such as the Empire Super shows, Pain for Pride 10 and Territorial Invasion it was an extremely bitter pill to swallow.


Sidney, I appreciate the fact that you understand where Empire is right now and that we need people to step up and fight to reach the level that Empire has always had the potential to be at. We have lost so much, but it’s my view that we have gained so much. With your arrival, the arrivals of others like Revy, Daisy Thrash and several others as well as the much-anticipated return of Sheridan Mueller I believe it’s safe to say that Empire will be just fine. We definitely all must step up and prove our worth now, including myself.


You were right to mention all the great Specialists Champions before me, including the current holder of that Championship who I long to face again. As of this moment, only three of the former Specialists Champions are still actively competing in the ring. Cloud Matsuda has proven her worth well beyond the scope of Empire and will almost certainly move on to World Championship contention. Haruna Sakazaki seems a bit lost, trying to find her way again…not much different than the position I felt myself in once I failed to win the Empire Cup earlier this year. But of all of them, I am the one with the opportunity to reclaim the title that was birthed and made great on their efforts and the efforts of Tarah Nova and so many others.


I am part of that legacy too, and my presence will certainly be a test to find out if you and your…. I guess partner isn’t the right word, but…. handcuffed opponent, Megan, who I will address shortly…are ready for the rigors of challenging Consuela for that title.


I’m not angry that you feel that you could be ready to take a position by force. In fact, I’m amused by it. Not because I look down on you in any way, but because I came into the wrestling world with the same mentality, the same belief, and the same fighting spirit. Even though our life experiences and ages are drastically different, you remind me very much of myself in that regard. I welcome the fact that you are willing to take what you want by force. I am absolutely delighted that you want to prove your worth against me and want me to put my words and belief to the test in the ring! Believe me though, it’s a test I plan on passing. While you are apart of Empire’s future, I plan on being the Iron Fist that rules it. While you are a capable wrestler, I believe that my submission style is essentially unrivaled.


 There are many people who have called themselves Champion and Empress who have felt my power, and with all due respect you will be no different. You may be one of the most stalwart and resolved fighters I’ve ever come across, but unfortunately for you the gap in skill will be far too significant. I have the sneaking suspicion that if you keep progressing that this may be the one of the few times I can beat you without really, truly having to go all out. I hope that you can prove me wrong, if only to demonstrate to the entire world that regardless of what anyone brings to me from the most elite of champions to the greenest of greenhorns that I will never be fazed…and I will not be stopped.


I respect that you have the courage and willpower to stand across from me, but in the end, you will fall as so many others before you have fallen, regardless of how well you and Megan can coexist.
You see, Sidney brings out the best motivation in me. She appeals to my thirst for competition, my duty to making Empire a better place, a place that can honor the past and advance into the future. She reminds me of all the traits, as few of them as they are, that I like about myself.


My OTHER opponent…. she appeals to much darker motivations. Megan, I’m absolutely pleased that your mouth is working. It will be quite a wonderful sensation to close it with my fucking fist. Normally I would let such generic and poorly thought out racially insensitive remarks slide, but in your case, I think there may need to be a little extra spice to my moves. I don’t know exactly how long you’ve been in EAW, but I can assure you that my time in the Air Force, about six years’ worth, was longer. And I’m not even throwing in the time I spent at the Academy or preparatory school before this. I have lived my entire life, although respectful of my mixed Canadian and Korean ancestry, as an AMERICAN and have served my country without ever having to use a nuclear bomb. There is just something so ignorant about you saying that it just shakes me to my very core.


I have had the pleasure and displeasure of facing some of the most respected and feared women in EAW and have not been left worse for wear. I have fought for the Specialists Championship on several occasions now and have been proud to hold it. It’s disappointing that I was not given an opportunity to fight with more defenses of my championship in the reign I had, but decisions were made beyond my control. That said, I think it’s amusing for you to try to both discount the fact that I have earned a Championship here, something that you have so far failed to do, yet openly appeal to your chain gang buddy for this match to take me out.


I want to face Aria Jaxon for the same reason I always have: She is one of the few people on this roster, or on any roster in EAW, that I see as being beyond me in terms of wrestling ability. She is the gold standard and flag bearer of Empire and any opportunity to find where I stand against her or a handful of others that I genuinely respect. Iron sharpens Iron. I want to be at my absolute best to remind her…and Consuela…that their time in the spotlight, at the top of the mountain, can come to an end at any time. But if you must know, the main reason I want to face her is respect. Sure, a championship would be nice to add to the mantle, but my fists communicate with people and express myself far better than my words can and a message I have for both is of respect and gratitude for making me realize how far I still must climb.


What happens if I lose? Well, to put on that hypothetical hat for a second, I can safely say that the same thing that happens every time I’ve lost will happen again: I will redouble my efforts to make it to the summit. I will study more, train more, give more. That’s the way that it’s always been. Losses, while painful, are ways for you to grow.


Aria Jaxon
Consuela Rose Ava
Alexis Diemos
Cailin Dillon
Stephanie Matsuda
Amelie Larrieux
Madison Kaline……
Brody Sparks……
Rebecca Lee McQueen
Cameron Ella Ava


Each one of them, friendly or not, straightforward or treacherous, good or bad, have all managed to beat me. I carry motivation into every fight, inspiration for every contest from them. THEY are the ones who elevated my fighting style in such a fashion that I have been inches away from lifting the Empire Cup and managed to hold the Specialist Championship aloft again. THEIR STRENGTH RESIDES IN ME. THEIR FIGHTING SPIRIT SENT A SURGE OF ENERGY THROUGH MY VERY SOUL.


Some of them, for one reason or another, I will never have an opportunity to face again. They are like phantoms, haunting me in my training sessions, spurring me to lift myself even higher. The others are still here, but their presence motivates me in a similar fashion. No matter how many times I have won, I always remember the losses. I always have taken the time to learn from them, even as I allow them to tear my psyche apart.
All those women, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM, no matter how I felt about them personally, there was one thing that I could count on: they had a soul. They had heart. I don’t see or feel any heart when I deal with you, Megan. All I see and feel any time I’m around you is a conceited woman who lacks the chest to lead Empire. Someone like you has no place in Empire and if I have an opportunity to pull something a little harder, twist a limb a little tighter to make sure you make good use of company vacation time, I will do so.


And you call beating the reigning Empress of Elite by submission rock bottom? Maybe you are truly as stupid as you appear. Losing is not rock bottom by any means. Rock bottom is drinking yourself to sleep because PTSD keeps you awake at night. Rock bottom is watching both of your parents on their deathbeds dying and only being able to watch as they slip from this world into another one. Rock bottom is taking jobs hoping you literally die in the field because you feel like there is no need for your existence. Rock bottom is being a shut-in with no friends because the things you’ve seen in war leave you with little taste of human company. Losses and wins are not rock bottom, Megan. There is so much more to life than victory and defeat. EAW has taught me that…and maybe you will learn that one day. It seems to me that Sidney has already learned, but you look like a stubborn one so I’m not very sure.


I’m not going to be in a teaching, nurturing mood tomorrow though. I’m going to be in the mood to run through you and Sidney on my way to another meeting with the only person who I can really call my rival in EAW: Consuela Rose Ava. Seeing as we will be in the home arena of the Georgia Bulldogs, I think it would be quite apropos to inform both you and Sidney that THIS BITCH still has plenty of bite left in her teeth.


That is all.
Chelsea Crowe
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post November 8th 2017, 7:28 pm by Chelsea Crowe

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event: thursday night empire | 11/9/2017 edition
promo number: 3
participants: chelsea crowe versus aria jaxon
word count: 4,027 words

scene one:
november 8, 2017 // televised


Daylight has the amazing quality of exposing every part of a person, every breach in the surface. Though Chelsea Crowe was a woman who preferred the dark – and the secrets it took away and gave to her – she wasn't afraid of the light. Especially not when it illuminated the city below her as if it were her own, acting as a focussed spotlight on the world she was ready to take. She looked down from her hotel balcony, watching the morning light reflect off of the Stegemen Coliseum – the location of her battle this week. Turning slightly to look at the camera, Chelsea begins to speak.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Beautiful introduction, Aria. Through all that poignant language and history, I almost forgot that you'd inevitably bring it all back to you. Though it amuses me that you believe you don't fit the bill of those toppled monuments. Obviously, you're not comparable to the Confederate evil you described, but those additional comments you made... “shoving it in people's faces who truly runs the show”, “reminding people where they stand”. Sounds a lot like what you're attempting to do to me this week. Wow, Aria, if you're not careful, you'll turn into the villain of this story.

A smirk forms.

CHELSEA CROWE: “There's something I don't understand: why you're acting as if I said you should've never been where you are now. I've praised your ability, and I've said that you are where you are for a reason. There's so many people who've put your position down to backstage politics, but I haven't once done that. You're talented, I'll gladly admit it. But it's gotten to your head. So much so that any attempt to knock you down a peg or two is seen as a personal attack on your ability, your worth, and every achievement you've held. You want to call me “pressed”? If anyone's 'pressed', it's you, hun. I've been calm this whole time, because I'm not the one becoming desperate. I'm not the one fighting against truths she can't come back against. And I'm not the one bragging about myself and then saying my opponent is the one calling me arrogant. Oh, it's not my opinion that you're a “self-important bitch”. It's what you've been telling everyone. All your claims to being untouchable, all the times you've acted so above everyone else. “I'm humble, I'm not egotistical,” you cry as you then proceed to say you'll be on top for a long time coming, and try to undermine any attempt to show your glaring weaknesses. Because they exist, Aria, whether you like it or not.

And I know you won't like thinking about this, but you were once in a similar position to me. You used to be someone with nothing to your name. Yet, you didn't need any credentials to defeat the Vixens Champion in your second EAW match, like I said before. So your point about me not having any legs to stand on against you? Redundant. And if you argue otherwise, then I guess your win all those years ago was just a fluke, right? Because everyone knows that being a newcomer means you have little to no ability to beat a champion. God, how could I be so stupid?


Chelsea laughs for a moment, that smirk remaining on her face.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I'm sorry, I forgot that in a wrestling match, the possibility of having a bottle broken over your head doesn't mean anything. I forgot that me having a strong debut means little here. It completely escaped my mind that my in-ring awareness and my ability to make use of any tactic – clean or dirty – would mean shit in a wrestling competition. What do you think we're doing on Thursday, Aria? Having a debate? We're fighting. And if you think that your undefeated streak is going to be safe from any and every tactic that I can pull out from my sleeve, you're wrong. Nothing is guaranteed, hun, no matter how much you believe it. Anyone else – anyone smart – would look at the ways I've taken advantage of my opponents and would consider that a threat. They would analyse all three matches I've had here and take notes. They wouldn't dismiss me because of the 'calibre' of my opponents, they wouldn't say I have nothing to stand on. But I guess you just don't care, do you? You're so blinded by your own delusion that you think every opponent is the same – if they're not a champion, they don't have a chance. Too bad I'll be the exception to that.

A smart wrestler would look at my three matches, realise they don't have a lot to scout me for, and would be paying attention. They wouldn't dismiss me off the bat, they wouldn't hype themselves up. They'd be focussed. They'd look at every single second of footage of me and try to work out my weakness. Instead, you've played into my game. You've shown me just how easy it is to get under your skin and to make you crumble. You've shown off your delusion, your ego, and your complete lack of awareness. You deal with all comers? Then how come you won't even entertain me? How come you won't listen to what I say, how come you won't even realise the kind of challenge I can present? It doesn't matter that I “almost” beat your friend – it matters that I stood toe-to-toe with her and showed my level of ability. But you only see excuses. “You didn't beat her!”. So? I didn't lose to her either, and I certainly didn't let her have much of an advantage in that match. Maybe that's how you deal with fear – you just block it out with excuses to make yourself feel better. God knows you're an expert at doing that.

And another thing you just love doing is assuming things. What makes you think I want to wipe the floor with you? Me trying to take you down doesn't automatically mean I want to destroy you. I can bring you down a notch with a simple rake to the eyes and a roll-up whilst you struggle. I could throw you out of the ring and keep you out there long enough for a ten. I could do all manner of things to beat you that don't involve wiping the canvas with you in a gruesome battle. See, you're going into this expecting me to go along with your plan. In reality, I couldn't care less about what you want to do. I'm here to play by my rules, and they've always been to take the greatest opportunity that comes my way. Your clean record could come to an end this Thursday with a chair shot behind the ref's back and a pinfall. Because I'm not here to make some grand statement by out-wrestling you – not that I couldn't do that, but it's not necessary. I'm here to out-smart you. And it's clearly achievable, considering how much you've been scrambling this week.

You also assumed I'm the same as pretty much everyone else. I'm just the same packaging as all the others, with a different name and stamp. That's all you're going to say to undermine me? If anything, that statement undermines you. It undermines every shallow attempt you've made at taking me seriously. It shows exactly where your head is going into this match: you think you've already won because I'm just another woman. I'm no one special, I'm just the same as everyone else. No. You don't get to assume that I'm the same as everyone else when you admit you've never fully experienced what I can do in the next sentence. And just when I thought you were finally going to admit to a weakness, you decide to pull that shit!


Chelsea throws her arms up in the air with faux-disgust, grinning from ear to ear before proceeding.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Do you know why I can look at you with such detail and slowly pull you apart? It's because you're easier to read than an open book. Every single thing you've said this week has betrayed the façade you're trying to put out there. Because you can act confident going into this, but going by how you've acted, you're either scared or you're unprepared. You're the one out here bragging about your wins, denying and ignoring your blatant weaknesses, and making excuses for every claim to dominance I've made.

You can stand there and say that you're just confident, but there's a difference between confidence and delusion. Confidence is looking at a situation, realising and accepting that there's potential to come out on the losing side, and still believing in yourself and your ability. Delusion is looking at it, ignoring almost every single thing that could go wrong, and pretending as if you're untouchable.

Delusion is also hearing things people never said. I didn't say that your lack of struggle meant you couldn't be in the top spot – I just said it meant you can't act as if you're humble. I never said you should feel guilty about a lack of struggle, I explicitly told you you should stop acting as if you have a sense of humility when you've felt nothing except gold in your hands. But please, continue to spin the story in your own way. It's what you do best. Just don't expect no one to point out the plot holes. For example, you're acting as if I used other people's opinions of me to imply I'm going to win. That wasn't the point. The point was that whilst you think I'm just another newcomer, there's people with awareness who see me for what I am – a threat. It's kind of sad that you as the Women's World Champion can't see me as an actual competitor, yet the people around you can. As the top of the division, you should be looking out for the next challenger to your throne and taking them seriously. Instead, you're acting complacent. Then you come at me, questioning my ability to adapt.

Am I really not adapting? I'll admit, I do think that you could fall to me “cutting corners”, but I'm not relying on it one-hundred percent. Besides, you haven't given me any reason to believe you won't fall victim to me cutting corners. You've just stumbled through arguments as to why you're better, and exposed yourself even more. If you'd listened to me, you'd see that I know you're talented. I've praised you for your in-ring ability, I know about your varied style and skill set, and I've pointed out instances of weakness. I'm more knowledgeable about your ability than you'd like to think. Now, what have you done to show you're adapting to me? I'm still waiting to see.

But what amuses me so much is that you assume I haven't shifted into another gear. How do you know this isn't my top gear? Hell, how do you know I haven't been in top gear since I came here? You don't. Because you have very little to go off of. And please tell me how you know with certainty that you'll do better than me. All I've heard from you is “I'll do better”, “I'm a champion and I'm undefeated this season”, “you're doing nothing others haven't done”. Where's this 'adaptation', Aria? If you really were adapting, you wouldn't brand me the same as everyone else. You wouldn't rely on your past to push you through. Who knows, maybe you'll surprise me by showing you can actually adapt. Maybe I'll surprise everyone. But I know for certain that I'll surprise you – because I'm going to prove to you that I'm not like the people you've painted with the same brush as you're trying to use on me.

Oh, but you're going to make me famous, right? You're not the first person that's told me that during my career. “I'll make you famous...if you sleep with me, come with me to this place, give me your pay cheque, and become my right hand whilst using your own to jack me off daily”. I got sick of hearing it, which is why I did all of this on my own. I moved to the other side of the world on my own, I left my own impression on the EAW talent coaches, and I've found myself in this match against you because of what I've done so far. And you? You won't make me famous. I won't let you. Even if I beat you, I won't let you be my only claim to fame. You'll just be a few additional numbers on my pay cheque – and that's the only honour you'll get. You won't even be considered a trophy, because I'll be too busy dealing with all the people making me the centre of attention to even put you on my mantelpiece. You know, you saying you'll make me famous almost sounded like an admission of defeat. Like you know the only consolation you'll get from this week is me using you as leverage against other people. But don't worry, I won't muddy your name like that once Thursday is over – I'll let you do it yourself with all the excuses you're bound to come up with to explain a loss at the hands of “just another newcomer”.

I made reference to you acting like a goddess once, so I don't know how that constitutes as it constantly coming up – “but go off, I guess”. Though through that thinly-veiled attempt at deflecting your ego, you mentioned that you do have vulnerabilities. I mean, you didn't actually admit to what they are or how you'll overcome them, but well done! I'm so proud of you. Forget the undefeated streak, let's have a party to celebrate you realising you're not all unbreakable steel. You'd do so much better if you actually recognised your weaknesses instead of ignoring them for the most part, but congrats anyway! Oh, but...wait a minute. You just did that thing again of distracting people from your weak points and dragging it back to me. “Your super-inflated ego must be at damn near capacity if you think I’d have to be immortal to get past you”, you say.


Chelsea sighs.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Of course you'd turn this back onto me. Of course you acting immortal is a bad reflection on me and not you, the person who – despite having an undefeated streak this season – has fallen before and has been outsmarted this season away from matches. Azumi and Haruna beating you down, for example. Granted, you got revenge, but they still found a moment of weakness to exploit. Which just goes to show that you aren't immortal. See, I may have an ego, but it's not the way you've painted it. I don't think I'm untouchable. I mean, I had a tooth knocked out of me by Kimi Hendrix of all people, so if I went into this thinking you'd have to be untouchable to beat me, I'd be...well, I'd be you. Truth is, I don't see myself as untouchable, I don't need to make up the excuse that you'd need to be immortal to beat me. But you're going to need to rely on that. Because so far, all you've done is state how you're the constant, you'll never fall to someone like me, and you're guaranteed a victory. So what happens if you do lose? What's the excuse? You can say that if I lose, I'm losing to damaged goods, but if you lose, then you've lost to someone you dismissed as having no leg to stand on. God, I can't wait to see you try and shift the blame onto someone else.

Because that's what you do best. You shift the blame and attention onto other people. “You said that you want to win, so why am I bad for saying that?”. Not what I said. I don't want you feeling bad for saying you'll win, because that's the name of the game. But I want you to concede to the fact that you're not unbeatable in this match. So far, you've pulled out half-arsed attempts at seeming human, and then you've thrown them away by continuing to act like I'm nowhere near capable of putting you away, like you're the one who can take any hit and remain standing. And you can't. I don't want you to apologise for saying you're planning on winning, but when our match is over, I want you to get on your knees, I want you to look me in the eyes, and I want you to apologise for ever dismissing me. See, I don't need to sift through my rolodex – you're pulling out things for me to exploit on your own. Always the generous queen.

Then you do it again as a way to pass off your loss at Road to Redemption 10. “Everyone else was underestimating people and going in with accolades, I'm not the only one!”. But you are the one who lost to the most underestimated person in that chamber match when it came down to one or the other. You came so close to another title around your waist, only to lose it because of your own ego getting in the way. I know what Brody was like, I don't need you to tell me. I knew the moment I met her, before she was even in EAW, that she was strong enough to become a star. She even promised that when she made it, she'd take time out of her schedule to introduce me to the US wrestling scene. What I also knew about her was that she was smart. She never threw anyone under the bus, not even when she came up against the likes of you and everyone else in that chamber match, because like me, she knew she couldn't afford to do that in such a competitive environment. But you didn't know that, not when you faced her. It took you making the mistake of underestimating her to realise that. Now, a year later, you're doing the same to me.

You're saying it's not my time, you're even straight up refusing to acknowledge me as someone who could beat you on the basis that I've done little compared to you. Guess what? I don't need validation like you do when you constantly brag about your victories and titles, expecting people to give a damn. I don't want you to hype me up, because you don't need to. My skills do that for me. My ability to make you backtrack, to make you change up your approach to this match, has done that for me. You “don’t have any reason to treat me any differently than anyone else”? Yes you do. And the reason is because of everything you've done yourself.

You've hyped yourself up, you've basically called me nothing. “Just another day at the office”. It should be easy for you then, shouldn't it? If only I wasn't planning on lying down for you. You're right, I do want all those things you listed: I want the money, I want the notoriety, I want to see myself as the face of this brand so that I can ride it all the way to the end of my career. And with such high ambitions comes a high drive. The fact that you want to mock me for throwing my all into this match begs the question: “are you not throwing everything into this match?”. Because in that case, give me the win right now. We don't even need to wait until Thursday. The worst mistake you could make against me, someone who sees you as the biggest money-making opportunity so far in her career, is not put everything into this fight. Is to write me off as just another opponent with nothing different, nothing notable to watch out for. I hope you throw everything into this match, because I don't want to hear the bitching of “I didn't even give Chelsea my all” when you lose. If you want to act untouchable, you better give me everything, because I'm coming at you with a queen-slaying strategy. After all, you pride yourself on being a queen, right?

So Aria, are you throwing your all into this match?


A brief pause, a glance out towards the arena she is due to do battle in, and then Chelsea continues.

CHELSEA CROWE: “You're going to wish you rewrote your playbook. Trust me when I say I've peeked at it, I've pointed out your insecurities, and I'm ready to tear you down page by page. I think the very admission that you aren't rewriting your playbook shows you aren't going to adapt to me. But that would sound like me making sense, wouldn't it? And we've already heard your vague promise to adapt, so I must be wrong.

Just know this, Aria: I don't need to put you aside permanently. I just need to take you down long enough to take your throne and show you that you aren't irreplaceable. You can still stick around, be the jester in my court, and perform for me when I'm in the mood to see one of the best on this show do whatever song and dance she wants. See, even though I'm confident I could beat you, I'll still admit you're talented. I can do that because I'm not so insecure that I see praising anyone else as admitting weakness. I'm also not hanging my hat on someone else's success, like you said when I mentioned Road to Redemption, I'm just pointing out where you were wrong. Because you can act as if the chamber has never claimed you, you can pretend that you've never underestimated people, and you can retcon history as much as you want. But history doesn't lie, and it speaks a whole lot of truth about you. Do you think I mentioned that you've lost before as a way to compare you to me? I'm not stupid. You've been in EAW for years, you're bound to lose at some point. No, I brought it up because you love to act as if no one has ever gotten your number. I may not have yours for certain, but I'm figuring it out. And at Empire, I'll have it ingrained in my memory for the rest of my career.

I'll never take you down? That's a bit of a grand statement. Almost sounds like delusion. I know I have the talent, the intelligence, and the strength to take you out, or at the very least push you to a point of despair. That's what it's more about to me this week: not necessarily beating you by out-wrestling you, but showing everyone that despite your position on top of this brand, you aren't impossible to beat. Your power and your position aren't solidified like you believe them to be. I don't want to break you. I just want to show everyone that you've got a few cracks. Cracks that you continue to try and cover up.

Try as you might, ignoring those cracks doesn't make them go away. It only makes them deeper, and for those of us who are observant – people like me – we see it all happening. Your words might be etched in stone on bricks, but walls can be taken down. When that wall is scarred, and it starts to crumble, it only takes removing one brick for it all to start collapsing. And what do those words etched on those bricks mean then? Nothing. So you can carve your law onto every wall of your castle, but when I come around, just know that I'll be leaving a breach in your kingdom. When those walls fall, it'll be just like this week: you'll be buried under the weight of your own words.


Chelsea turns back to look over the balcony, the camera following her gaze. It focusses on the Stegeman Coliseum, as we fade to black.
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"In the short amount of time that I have been here on the brand of Empire, the foundation has changed drastically. Many of the staple names that have carried the brands to new height have in one way or another left us. Some of them have been by choice. Others in shame of wronging their fellow elitists. And another taken from us too soon in a tragic event that has shaken up the company as a whole. But we must fight on. We must fight on as the future of the women's wrestling world to not waste what they have started and make Empire a standout brand amongst the rest! And for women like me -- the young lionesses who want to make a name for themselves to one day become one of the brand staples, now more so than ever it is time for us to step up and prove our worth. It’s time for us to prove to not only ourselves, but to the world that despite the setbacks we have been met with we’re going to march on and make the progress we have to and be the change we want to see. And for myself, this week is the time to become that change. The Specialists Championship was held by many of the staple names that have left us, including our late Brody Sparks. It has been a championship that has proven the growth of the women of Empire as most of them have gone on to become some of the best wrestlers the company has ever seen. And despite what many have said about me since Tarah Nova introduced me to the Elite Answers Wrestling world, I don’t want anything handed to me, I want to earn every victory and every opportunity that presents itself to me and this week I have to do that with possibly one of the biggest handicaps any wrestler on the brand has had to have. Megan Raine has been bound to me my whole career thus far, haven’t been able to have a single match without her participation since I first stepped into the door. And now, not only is she figuratively handcuffed to me, this week I have to win a Triple Threat match with her literally chained to my wrist. I am not sure what kind of social experiment this is supposed to be, nor do I know why the person who came up with this idea decided it was a fitting punishment for Megan and myself, but if nothing else this will test me. Even if I have to carry Megan around like dead weight, I will do everything in my power to crawl on and do my very best to earn that Specialist Championship match. I have had trouble finding myself, finding what can separate me from your run of the mill new girl on the block, and a victory despite the situation may be exactly what I need to find who exactly Sydney St. Clair is.

What can I say about Megan that I haven’t said already? From the very moment I was introduced to this company, Megan was the woman that was lined up in front of me and presented to me as someone who could help me grow as a competitor. If only I knew how true that statement would be at that time. Although not in the way that was intended. Someone who I thought was meant to be an allie turned out to be a backstabber and manipulator that cared about nothing else but raising her own profile by hook or by crook. She helped me grow as a competitor by showing me the true nature of the beast, that it’s a dog eat dog world and that only those who are strong of will can survive. The past month and few weeks passed have been a test of my will as every corner I turn all I can see is Megan Raine. In the opposing corner, lurking on the outside, getting twelve or so people to apply her make up and fit her attires, wrapping herself around the arm of our chairman, the list goes on. And the only thing I can hear when I am trying to find my inner piece is her motor mouth running, bragging and hyping herself up to no limit. So having her tied to my side is going to be a nightmare come true to say the very least. Despite all of that, I have to make the best of a bad situation and realise if Megan and I even stand a chance of winning this match, we have to coexist long enough to eliminate the third party before we can settle our personal score. As much as I hate to say it, we’ll have to work together if either of us want to become the number one contender for the Specialists Championship. And we’ve proven in past that when we coexist we can get the job done. Hostility will just have to wait until the handcuffs are off, then we can go back to tearing each other to pieces.

We can’t forget about the third party that brings the biggest threat to the equation; April Song. It’s safe to say when it comes to a situation like this one, April holds all the tools she needs to win this match, and the handicap of her opposition all but solidifies an easy night for her. She’s a tough, strong and determined woman and is toeing the line between the Specialists Championship and being the next top contender to Aria Jaxon. But if she honestly thinks she’s the only women willing to push themselves past expectations, she is sorely mistaken. Because as concerned as she is about the future flag bearers of Empire, standing in front of her this week is someone who is willing to take the flag by force and raise it at the very top. Now, that might be easy to say as someone who has had only a handful of matches since joining, but for it to be true it has to be tested and if April thinks she’s the one to carry the future of the brand on her shoulders, she needs to test that theory herself against the very future she hopes to carry. It all comes down to take and give, and I don’t plan on giving an inch when it comes to becoming a champion. I might be young, green and rough around the edges, but when it comes to pure heart and will-power I am second to none. Yourself included. If it means I have to coexist with a woman who goes out of her way to make my living hell, then so be it. There isn’t an odd that can deter me from being the next rising star of Empire like the Specialists Champions who have come before me, and that includes yourself."
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