EAW Promoz!

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Re: EAW Promoz! November 6th 2017, 8:27 am by **April Song**

Carry On

I know I’m going to hopelessly date myself with this massive influx of young millennial wrestlers that has come to EAW lately, but bear with me. One of my favorite movies growing up was called “Glory”, about an all-black (well, mostly black since the commissioned officers who let them were white) regiment in the Union Army during the Civil War. Right before the climactic battle, the man in charge of the regiment stood before his troops and asked one question, gesturing to the man who had the honor of carrying the flag into battle:

“If this man should fall…who will lift the flag and carry on!?”

The commanding officer’s childhood friend, the most unlikely of soldiers, steps to the front and answers with two simple words:

“I will.”

That scene left a lasting impact on me. It’s probably one of the biggest reasons other than my family being involved in the military that I decided to join the US Air Force. It’s the ultimate football cliché of “next man up” on steroids.

As you all know and don’t need me to tell you, Empire has seen its share of ups and downs lately. It’s been a place of upheaval, change and tragedy. Certain people who should have never been here in the first place are gone, but we tragically lost one of the people who should have been carrying the Empire banner forward well into 2018 and beyond. Even for a business as fickle and ever-changing as professional wrestling it’s been a whirlwind the last few weeks and months.

Road to Redemption was truly a milestone event. The 100^th official Free-Per-View in EAW history, four elimination chamber matches, the crowning of the High Rollerz as the record-breaking three-time World Tag Team Champions, Stephanie Matsuda’s brave challenge for the Openweight Championship coming up just short and Cameron Ella Ava and Heart Break Gal making history in their own right by winning the Tag Team Grand Prix. This show will probably be most remembered for the emotional farewell that the roster gave to Brody Sparks, and it should, but it was indeed a monumental night for wrestling.

And I was not a part of it.

I stood on the sidelines, watching on a monitor in the back as Aria and Savannah battled on despite the odds against them. I saw Revy, a woman who beat me, getting quite creative. Haruna was impressive. Azumi Goto made some statements that made me nauseous while watching the match, but it was a bitter pill to swallow not being able to participate. I wanted to be out there, fighting for that championship, pushing myself to the limit against the best that Empire has to offer.

And it was not to be.

I could not bring myself to be out there for the celebration. Not because I have any disrespect intended to Aria or the memory of Brody Sparks, but I felt like it was nowhere near my place to be out there, to bask in that moment. I want to create my own legacy, my own moments, not mooch off the residual success of others. Aria, I congratulate you on a spirited defense of your title and hope that you continue to be the standard bearer of Empire until I’m finally ready to stand toe to toe with you in the ring. It doesn’t seem like I’m at that point yet, but I know I can be.

However, there is another golden siren calling out to me right now, an old friend that I am familiar with: the EAW Specialists Championship. Consuela Rose Ava beat me for that very same title, and justifiably so she is the standard of the division. The last time that we met will now have an even more special place in my memories considering the circumstances that have followed, but for now I must find a way to put personal feelings aside and be the absolute best that I can for Empire.

Megan Raine, Sidney St Clair, both of you are talented. One of you has a talented mouth…allegedly, the other is teeming with potential and could one day carry the flag of Empire. I think both of you know which of you is which. I respect both of you, and honestly, I’m quite confused as to why the two of you are handcuffed together. Is this some weird Empire social experiment? Does management want to see the two of you co-exist long enough to defeat me and then figure out which of you will get a match with Consuela? I don’t know, and truth be told I don’t care. This match is more than just a specialists’ championship opportunity being dangled in front of me. This match is a STATEMENT match for me. Ever since I was able to finally defeat Madison Kaline, I realized that I belong here. That I’m not just some wrestling vagabond here earning a check, that I can reach the summit if I push hard enough. I don’t consider the Specialists Championship my ceiling and I don’t think anyone who has been in the ring with me has, but it would be damn awesome if I could take that title back before finally having that encounter with Her….

I know the two of you will come with everything you have. It will not be good enough. Because I have made a promise to myself and everyone on the Empire roster: from this moment, you will never see a wrestler push as hard as I will push for the rest of this season. You will have never seen someone work as hard as I will work to make an impact not just on the Empire stage but in all EAW. You will never come across someone working harder, doing more, elevating themselves to a level that is seemingly beyond physical expectations.
I see that while Aria carries the banner of the present, the banner of the future is tattered with uncertainty, loss, and doubt.

I WILL PICK UP THIS BANNER MYSELF.

I WILL CARRY EMPIRE FORWARD.

AND I WILL CRUSH ANYONE AND ANYTHING THAT STANDS IN THE WAY OF DOING SO.

You two, Megan and Sidney, have the most unfortunate circumstance of facing an angry, motivated and hungry April Song. May God save you…. if He feels that He should do so. As for the Specialists Champion of the present, I welcome the opportunity to fight you once again. We’ll have another classic after I’ve disposed of these two young women. And I will take back what I worked so hard to earn and prove one and for all that April Song is not going anywhere anytime soon.

With all our strength, the battle’s won.
With all our love, we can’t go wrong….
We have the strength to Carry On!

Re: EAW Promoz! November 3rd 2017, 11:51 pm by **Darkane**

Road to Redemption III

Do I want to be the EAW Answers World Champion? Absolutely. Are we fighting for the Answers World Championship? Last time I checked, we're not, so put your world championship aspirations on the back burner for a bit, you need to focus on the here and the now, focus on what is standing in front of you at Road to Redemption and that’s me, the devil you don’t seem to quite know or understand. Being the Hardcore Champion isn’t the end of the road to me, but it’s the road I’m traveling on right now and considering it is my first championship, I hold it in godly regards and that seems too high for your liking. When I ripped away this title from the hands of Scott Diamond and got my first taste of a championship, I swear to you it was like a magical high that you can’t rid yourself of and you don’t want to rid yourself of either. You should know what that’s like, maybe that’s why you’re so desperate to gain it again, you miss the feeling of a title being wrapped around your waist like one of your seductive whores, you miss the way people looked at you and the way their eyes would fixate towards your championship, but above all else, you miss being in the spotlight and that is a feeling that is like no other, believe me, I know and the day Zack Crash ended your reign was the day your brittle heart shattered into a thousand bite-sized pieces but that's no one's fault but your own and I'll get to that in a bit. You haven’t been the same since. You tried to rectify your credibility yourself by taking Nico Borg’s cash in the vault and launch yourself into that World Championship stratosphere that you so direly yearn for, but you failed and since then you’ve been glossed over and lost in the shuffle like a lone wolf led astray from its pack, you've wandered around for a while looking up at the great full moon in the sky and howling, as if you were praying to the powers that be until you won that gauntlet match, that’s when things started looking up for you. My job at Road to Redemption is to send you back out scurrying into the vast wilderness, out into that black and wicked forest, where you’re just another name on the card trying desperately to make it back into the fray. Where people skip over your name as they slide their thumb down the roster list. That’s when you’re at your weakest, when you have nothing to do but flounder about, waiting for a hand to drop out of the sky and pluck you from obscurity and you're also at your weakest when you're not in the limelight when shadows from your betters cast over and swallow you whole. If you took this championship as seriously as you say you do then why has it taken you so long to weave your way back into the Hardcore Championship picture? If I were in your shoes I would have demanded a rematch right after Pain for Pride X until the people in charge's ears would bleed, even if your effort was lackadaisical at Pain for Pride X, instead of ducking below the surface like you did to lick your wounds and hope that you weren’t set back too far down the ladder. Like I said, in the following months you tried your hand at Nico Borg who is main event talent and shit the bed and before you say it, so did I, but at least I have my championship to catch me when I fall and there’s no shame in losing to Nico Borg, but if you want to be in the main event picture you’re going to have to beat the Nico Borg’s of the world, you’re going to have to beat the Jacob Senn’s of the world, if you beat me and don’t manage to fend off some main event talent along the way, then your whole charade about bringing the Hardcore Title to the main event level will be all for not, instead you'll be downgraded a level where people like Target Smiles and other Dynasty turds will be nipping at your ankles week in and week out.

You paid your dues at House of Glass, I'll give you that, you went through hell to get a shot at my championship, but not to resurrect it, no, you wanted to win it for another reason entirely. You want to carry this title to be noticed by the higher-ups, the ones with the brass rings on one hand and a cigar in the other, you feel like this is the only way you'll be able to catapult yourself into the main event scene which has always been like some sort of mythical gateway that has consistently managed to elude you. I get it Ahren, you don't have to spew any more bold-faced lies in hopes of deceiving everyone. If the main event scene does come knocking at your door and you're the Hardcore Champion at the time, you'll drop this title like a bad habit, you'll cut it off like it's some appalling growth attached to you at the hip. It's all about you Ahren and not the Hardcore Championship, you could care less if this championship thrives in your hands at this stage of the game because you feel like you're a main eventer, it's simply a placeholder to you, it's like you've been there and done that already with the Hardcore Championship. Right now, I'm content being the Hardcore Champion because I CARE about it, better yet, I adore this championship. I've nurtured the Hardcore Championship back to full health. Gone are the days of when it was in the repugnant hands of Scott Diamond. I believe the Hardcore Championship will lead to bigger and better things in the future for me, no doubt, but right now I want to show my appreciation for the Hardcore Championship every single moment of every single day and I have done that with flying colors and if I really want to show my undying appreciation for the Hardcore Championship I will retain at Road to Redemption and bash your fucking brains in the process. I would prove to her that I'm willing to go to hell and back in order to keep her by my side. I may be a vulture picking up the pieces of a division that not many people want to be apart of, but I think that makes me special in a way. It's like I picked up the Hardcore Championship up off the side of the road when it was left for dead by Scott Diamond and anybody else who passed it by, if anything that's a testament to my character, it shows while I have a black twisted heart deep within the chambers of my body, when I see something with potential like the Hardcore Championship which is something I can relate to then I don't mind showing a softer side. I'm the one who cleans up after it, I'm the one who tucks it in at night, I'm the one who is willing to travel the world and the seven seas just to put a smile on her chipped face. She is your ex for a reason and just now after all these months you're trying to make amends, you're pleading for her to take you back, you're on your knees, which granted isn't anything new for you, but you're begging her to grab your hand and reach the heights that you may have created with her once upon a time, but you also happened to destroy in a matter of three seconds and unfortunately you plan to use and abuse her like you did the first time around as I explained earlier. Ahren, I’m not interested in your wearisome reign as champion whatsoever and while I acknowledge your reign, as you've tried to hammer it into my brain mind-numbingly so since the start of the week, I live in the here and in the now, I live in reality and the reality of the situation is that I am the champion, you can't travel back in time and teleport yourself to the days of gaiety before Pain for Pride X that you obviously long for. Your reign? That was ended abruptly four months ago, it’s dead and buried, it's as dry as a bone, it’s sitting on the EAW shelves collecting dust as it should, you can go on and brag about it to your heart’s desire but in the end it means nothing in this match, I said before that this match is a clean slate between you and me, however, I should have expected that you would piggyback on your reign as Hardcore Champion like it's the only thing you have in the bag because truth be told, it is.

One thing that you said that really blew my mind is that the reason you managed to lose to Zack Crash at Pain for Pride X is that you lacked proper fucking motivation? Are you fucking kidding me right now? That's beyond.. you know, I don't even have any of the right words to describe that, pathetic doesn't even do it justice. I'm almost speechless and that is a rare feat in itself. The incomparable Ahren Fournier, who was the reigning and defending Hardcore Champion at the time of Pain for Pride X, who won't stop gloating about his illustrious reign as champion managed to slip on his own dildo at the biggest stage of them all, because again, he wasn't smack dab in the spotlight and he lacked the motivation to defend the championship because of it. That's the way this business works sometimes Ahren, it tends to deal you a cruel hand but you have to make the absolute best of it. So you got thrown on the pre-show? Boo fucking hoo. I'll be sure to send you a heartfelt sympathetic postcard that I bought at Dollar General your way. If you're gonna come at me, you better be motivated this time or you'll be lying where you stand. It boggles my mind as to how you can lack the motivation to defend a fucking championship, the same championship that you're trying to take from me no less, at the biggest pay per view event in EAW's history in Pain for Pride X? It shouldn't matter what the circumstances are. It shouldn't matter whether you're on the pre-show or not, you still managed to crack the Pain for Pride X card, if anything you should be eternally grateful for your opportunity to compete on that show. That says a lot about you Ahren, that says if you're not in the right place at the right time, if you're not under the bright lights with all the seats filled to the brim with fan upon fan, even though they should be taking a lengthy piss break during your matches then you're liable to not give your best effort night in and night out, you should know that Rome wasn't built in a day but you somehow expect it to be. What else do you want to be unreasonably given to you on a silver platter? You know, If I'm still the champion by the time the next Pain for Pride rolls around, I'm going to show you how a real man wins on the biggest stage of them all and how a real man battles to keep what is his no matter what obstacles or in your case at Pain For Pride X, a lack thereof are thrown his way. Better yet, I'll show you at Road to Redemption up close and personal on how to dignify a championship. It shouldn't matter at all what show you're placed on or what unfavorable situation you may be in, you always defend your title with the best of your ability and with the heart of a lion. The fact that you didn't at Pain for Pride X is downright fucking shameful. You basically just labeled yourself a lazy champion by not showing the proper motivation that the Hardcore Championship deserves to be defended with. A motivation that I certainly have at least. You're Scott Diamond lite, you're lethargic; a no good former champion that should have never been given the chance because what did you do with it when the final bell tolled on your reign? You squandered it completely, I don't care if you managed to successfully defend your championship on numerous occasions, the fact of the matter is you took one night off and you got burned and that's all it takes, just one chance and that's all I'll need to pin your ass for the victory. You're a parasite and that's saying something coming from me, you're someone who shouldn't even be in the Hardcore Division let alone the main event picture. Even if the Hardcore Division isn't that desirable, even if it's not at the tip of the EAW championship pyramid, it will always have a distinct cult following and you can be certain that it wants absolutely nothing to do with a spurious former "champion" like Ahren Fournier who lacked the motivation and a sense of urgency to defend the one thing he's been bragging to wit's end about; his Hardcore Championship reign.

I'll see you at Road to Redemption Ahren, I'm just not sure what side of you I'll actually get to see.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 3rd 2017, 11:49 pm by **Lars Grier**

ROAD TO REDEMPTION PROMO #5

Ain’t nobody praying for me.

That’s the way it’s always been. Never changing, never ending, even when I try. From the beginning of my meager, short human existence on this planet, it’s always been like this. A statement that has followed me since I came out my mother’s womb to where I stand today, one I wish weren’t true, and yet it still follows me like a shadow. When I was born, I wasn’t recognized. Not as if the Queen decided to have another child, not as if the President of the United States had a son, but just like everyone else: Everyday, born at the same time, crying as the lights shine on your face. It’s so nonchalant for the doctors and the nurses in hospitals taking care of these children; they pass by so many of them each and every day, it’s not like they remember any of them by the next. I wasn’t born special, not with powerful, supernatural abilities, or coming from a royal background. I was just like everyone else: in the crowd, forgotten by everyone, remembered by no one but the few who did care. The few who witnessed me grow into the man I am today, the one, singular person who ever gave a damn about me - my mother. Maybe it’s cliche. Maybe it’s been said too much before, but I can’t lie. I truly did love my mother, with all of my childish, naive heart. I believed every word she said, I believed her words of kindness and compassion, as she attempted to set me up for a great, grand life where I’d be able to do so many things and impress so many people. Not once did I ever stop to question her, to think whether or not she was right, because that’s the way it is when you’re a kid: You follow the group script. Nobody wants to be left the odd man out, nobody wants to be that one guy who does everything differently compared to everyone else. And so, you listen. You don’t act out of line because you think it’ll get you in trouble, you don’t talk back to any adults because you’re aware of the fact that they’re going to slander your name and drag it through the mud to assert their authority. But my mom….she was different from the rest. Different from the rest of the adults and authority figures who would look down on me and treat me like a naive child who knew nothing about the world - she was kind. In a world of dead men and women, she was the only one living. The light she brought to me every day, every time I was feeling somber and sorrowful, she’d be there. She’d be there to cheer me up, make me feel better about myself, and truly was the only one who could have time to give even a semblance of compassion and kindness towards me. I miss her. I really do. But now she’s gone, and I can’t do a single thing about it. A beacon of light in my life was taken away from me so early, because retards in the back told me “It’d be fine.” They told me that everything would be alright, that everything would be fine and dandy and I’d live a happy fucking life, but no, no. I know too much about this world and human nature for that to even be a possibility. There she went. Gone. One of the one true people who prayed for me, pushed me to fight harder and battle until my very last breath, until everything went numb and I was left a hollow corpse; gone from this world. My world. But if there’s one thing I can take away from her words - it’s that she was wrong. Dead wrong about EVERYTHING. Everything in this world - there’s a reason for it to happen. Our actions, our thoughts, our beliefs all happen because either you or someone else is in control. An evil resides within all humans, a dormant savagery that is natural and destructive, if it were ever to be unleashed on this world. This evil, this lust for all things tangible and of prestige is what causes so many honorable and noble individuals to take such evil and vile actions to achieve their goal. Murderers, rapists, thieves - all are driven by their uncontrollable desire for gold, fame, or just pure sadistic pleasure. This is an evil that can’t be helped, it can’t be contained unless we attempt to. And yet even then, it still seeps out of the pores of our skin, and causes chaos wherever it goes. This is the natural state of the human mind, what purveys even today. I’d always be told that in this world, evil is nurtured from parents and adult figures…..but that’s nothing but a lie. A false hope spread in order to make us feel even the tiniest inch of security and safeness. Lies, lies, lies.

Ain’t nobody praying for me.

I’ve been lied to my entire life. From the waking moment of my birth into this world, I have been told so many lies that I’ve become insensitive to it all, I couldn’t give less of a shit anymore whether people tell me the truth, or if they give me red herrings and false facts. Before and in EAW, I have met men who lied to my face. Either out of their own stupidity, doing it intentionally, or because they were pathological individuals who truly believed the bullshit that crawled out of their mouths. Heading into Sunday, I have witnessed five men tell thousands upon thousands of lies. Each men with a different story to tell, each man with their own set of beliefs heading into something such as this. I have listened and have lent each of them an ear, hearing what they have to say, because I’m not ignorant. I’ll listen to the fool across the street like a sage, I’ll give him the time of day because I know that at any possible moment, he could take everything I’ve built, and burn it all down. Each and every one of us are are proficient and dangerous in that ring, and we will all be stepping into the devil’s playground. A place of steel, of metal and blood. We will all do whatever it takes in order to get that prize at the end of the jungle, and that’s the World Championship. We know what is at stake, each of us know what we are fully capable of doing in that ring - at least that’s what this is supposed to feel like. We’re all supposed to be equal in strength, in speed and ability in that ring. We’re in a competitive sport, competing for one of the most prestigious and valuable titles in modern wrestling history, and yet where is the respect? Where are our manners? Are we nothing more than savages and cavemen who kill for bananas just as they did in the Stone Age, cause that’s the feeling I’m getting from this - the vibe that radiates from the tension in this match. Amadeus hasn’t said shit. Carlos is going on about this plan that he thinks will work. TLA doesn’t give anyone a straight answer, Keelan simply ignores everything that I’ve said and Jamie sits on his throne like some gluttonous pig. Maybe I should give some ounce of credit to Cetinich, however - he treats TLA and Jamie with respect, right? They’re the only ones who matter, the only ones who will truly be a challenge for the great Keelan Cetinich! That’s the story he’s been spinning this entire week, that I’m nothing more than a fly, a nuisance in his way of becoming World Champion. And….I can’t help but feel mad. Who wouldn’t in this situation? Who wouldn’t be mad if someone brushed you off as nothing more than gum on the sole of their boot, a piece of garbage compared to them? There is no respect for me. No one gives a shit about me. Even when I stand in that Chamber, even when I send Jamie through the fucking skybox glass pane and down onto production tables…..they’ll still scramble and find an excuse to call me garbage. For the past two weeks, I’ve pondered the answer to the question: “What can I do?” What can I do to show all of you that I am worthy? What can I do to show each and everyone battling me, or standing in that crowd that I deserve to be in that Chamber? WHAT ELSE COULD I POSSIBLY FUCKING DO IN ORDER TO MAKE YOU SEE THAT I WILL WALK OUT OF IT AS CHAMPION, AS CONQUERER AND AS THE RAVEN? ...For weeks, I’ve wondered it myself. I’ve wondered the answer to this question, but now, now I think I have an answer: It won’t be my words. It won’t be what I say heading into this match. It won’t be my past, my sob story or my rough life before EAW. It won’t be what I did when I debuted, when I was but a mere fledgling on the Showdown brand, fighting for the top. None of it will matter. Nothing I say or tell will ever change what you believe about me, what you see in me; so I’ll just have to make do with my actions instead. My actions, the pain and the storm that I will bring forth inside that abomination of steel. MY actions in that ring are what will change the beliefs people have held towards me, and what will make you all finally respect who I am. Words, truths and logic can’t win any of you over, so I suppose a title and broken men will have to suffice. And to answer your question, Keelan….Oh yeah, I’ve got shit to say. I’ll lay it out on the table for you, for EVERYONE to hear: This isn’t a fight that was spawned from just EAW. No, this has followed me throughout my life. For years and years and years, I’ve climbed an uphill battle against the very best of the best, the people who looked down on me and tried to cast me aside as nothing more than garbage. I’ve witnessed them come and go, attempt to push me down, so what do I do? I hear their words, then GRAB THEM BY THE FUCKING NECK AND PROVE THEM WRONG. PROVE THAT EVERYTHING THAT THEY’VE EVER SAID, EVERYTHING THAT THEY’VE EVER BELIEVED ABOUT ME WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A PILE OF BULLSHIT. DO YOU THINK I’M HERE BECAUSE SOMEONE ASKED ME TO? DO YOU THINK I’M HERE BECAUSE SOMEONE JUST WANTED TO FILL THE BODIES IN THIS CHAMBER? NO. I’M HERE BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR THIS SPOT, JUST LIKE I DID AT KING OF ELITE, JUST LIKE I DID AT GOLD MINE, JUST LIKE I DID TO APOCALYPSE, AND IF ANY OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TRY AND STOP ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THOSE WORDS ARE YOUR LAST.

Glory comes, oh yes. For me. For the Raven. For the foundation I have built.

Ain’t nobody praying for me.

But that’ll all change.

Just you wait.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 3rd 2017, 6:49 pm by **Bhris Elite**

Bodega Bhronicles: One last Stop

(Chris Elite is shown in the bodega with a bunch of his gang banging homies rocking a “Free GS9 shirt Nike tech sweatpants and high top custom Air Force Ones that read “Big Bhris Elite on the right shoe” and “Gawd Given Greatness” on the other, he also has a Henny in his hand. Flannery McCoy hesitantly walks up to Chris ready to interview him while all of his gang banging homies stare her down)

Flannery McCoy: Chris it’s been an interesting couple of months for you and it all leads up to this weekend do you have any last words for Ryan Adams and did you hear what he had to say?

Chris Elite: Yeah I heard what he had to say and it sounded like I got under his skin. Did you hear the tone of his voice? The delivery of his words? This match has become something he didn’t want it too this match has become something he’s denied it’s been since it was announced. Kissing my superiors ass Ryan? Has that ever been me? Come on now I’m not like the rest of EAW and maybe that’s another reason I’m not as successful I wasn’t kissing enough ass. I mean shit I don’t think I would have made it this far if a little birdie told me to be like the rest of EAW and start bitching about everything. That little birdie was right I bitched and now look what I have going on me this weekend. Chris Elite versus Ryan Adams for the first time and for the last time ever. Ryan are you retarded or something I never placed the blame on Rex for our loss in that tournament. You saw who got pinned right? Exactly I didn’t even speak on the match after I lost I kept it pushing and placed my focus back on you Ryan. That was just something to do on the side. Tag teams have never been my thing whether it was Elite Warning or that one group of freaks like Carlos Mencia, Cailtlyn Jenner and John Wayne Gacy. Tag teams was never my thing I’m better on my own. I know everyone is going to get a kick out of that yes laugh all you want however I believe a man once said “Who laughs last, laughs best”.

Flannery McCoy: Does that mean you think you’ll be the last one laughing?

Chris Elite: “DoEs ThAt mEan yOu THinK YoU’Ll bE tHe LaSt oNe LauGhinG” Are you stupid or are you dumb Flannery? Yes I’m going to be the last one laughing when I stand over that arthritis having ass motherfucker.

Gang Banging Homie 1: Damn you blondes really are retarded. Of course Chris Elite is going to win of course he is going to be the last one laughing he is going to be laughing from now until after Road to Redemption. Every punch Ryan throws at Chris his hands are just going to cramp up.

Chris Elite: Exactly his bronchitis is going to kick in like 15 minutes into the match I’m going to fuck around and up in jail with a murder case. Do you know the only reason people get hype over that crappy shooting star press he does is because their surprised he can still do such a thing at such an old age. Back page using ass imagine all of the diseases he got can some say Ryan Sheen? I think Methuselah is the name he goes by when his schizophrenia kicks in. You know what Ryan my past does upset me. I do get pissed when my opponents keep bringing it up but that’s going to remain in the past because at Road to Redemption I am going to do what hasn’t been done often and that’s defeat Ryan Adams. That right now means more than any championship until they are all around my waist. You don’t deserve gratitude for a god damn thing expect for letting your ego getting this match to happen. You have set yourself up for failure and it isn’t the other way around. I knew what I was doing this whole time and it was just up to you and see if you would give in. That’s why the world deserves a better chairman because anytime you feel disrespected you put the safety of EAW at risk. Instead of using your powers as a boss, you’re ego kicks in I mean you damn near just handed me EAW. Why do you think Kenny Drake was so worried? Asking you all those questions backstage repeating the same phrase “Are you sure DDD”? Kenny Drake knew what is was that’s why the pussy fired me in the first place. Now you are willing to give me a “Gawd” contract allowing me to do whatever I please. I like that. I like that a lot and unless our match Main Events the event like it should I might just use it for one of those Chambers. Everyone is worried about what Nico Borg is going to do well you should pray that Chris Elite doesn’t take your title. I’ll say fuck Ryan Adams all I want it isn’t a cry for help it’s to let everyone know that I strongly dislike you.

Gang Banging Homie #1: The only cry for help we’ll be hearing is from this clown after Road to Redemption B. Then he’s going to wish he left you unemployed to sell dope with the rest of us. It’s not going to happen though Bhris is going to take us all out of the hood you going to fuck around and see me on NEO next week.

Chris Elite: It’s sad that it hand to get to this point. If you would have just gave me the Interwire Championship like I told you too we wouldn’t have gotten to this point. Of course not though because the only one who can get handouts in this company is and always has been Ryan Adams. Shit I’m sure your daughters are just handed everything too on a silver spoon no worries in the world. Never have to work a day in their life until now. Chris Elite puts an end to their collage fund Chris Elite stops them from getting Gucci, Louie and all the designer things they are used to receiving because Chris Elite stops Ryan Adams. What are they going to do then Ryan? Maybe they’ll go to one of those back page sites you order your girls from. Ryan at Road to Redemption not only am I going to make it hard for you to outclass me I’m going to make it hard for you to breath. I honestly don’t give a damn who you bring to Road to Redemption Hollywood, Methuselah, DDD,Ryan Adams or Gawd fuck all of them because no matter who shows up to get in that ring with me. The result will remain the same Chris Elite wins and Chris Elite becomes the biggest threat EAW has ever witnessed. At Road to Redemption there will be a new king in that court and will witness a beheading of the former one. At Road to Redemption the world will come to realize that Elite Country is not one for old men. So one last time we are going to end this how we started it…

Chris Elite and everyone else in the bodega: FUCK RYAN ADAMS!

(Camera fades)

Raw Thoughts November 3rd 2017, 6:00 pm by **DerkDiggler**

*Scene opens with a pitch black room and a red light shining on Derk's face, which has a sinister grin on his face.*

Yeah, Derk The Jerk!
Let me talk a little shit man
Ahem...

*Hard Hip Hop Beat Plays*

Bitch you done released the Kraken
I'm up on Mount Olyimpus while I'm wrasslin'
So when the lightning strikes, waters churning, thunders crashin'
And them twisters touchin' down like that movie with Bill Paxton
It's me up in the ring, that's what's making it happen
Never doubt me, got a suit of armor big as Gronkowski
And a sword that's even bigger killin' everyone around me
Swingin' like Tasmanian devil till I'm drowsy
Then I pop another collar and blast off like Robert Downey
Like ironman, the kinda man that knows that no one can beat me
The kinda man that's destined to be king just ask Rafiki
The kinda man to step into the ring just like Rakishi
And make you kiss my ass on broadcast national TV
Lay the smack down on all these whack clowns in the circus
That use to be referred to as the fuckin' wrestling circuit
I'll wrestle circles around these cats without scratching the surface
And make these immortal egos step back and start actin' nervous
And if they aren't nervous, they don't know what I'm sayin'
Maybe they can't understand it with that first grade education
Maybe they too fucking high off ego enhancement medication
As they were skirts, matchin' purse while they puttin' braids in
But that shit is just a fad and see I'm here to help phase 'em all the fuck the way out
So real fighters can replace 'em
I'll take this shit upon myself, the fans deserve better
Than some kid who lacks intelligence and puts in zero effort
I mean this shit a job right? You see these kids ain't even tryin' son
If you ran a business and they worked for you, you would fire them
So why you praisin' them for half assin' that shit you kick back to
Not dissin' you, I'm just askin' what the fuck has gotten into you?
See you're the consumer, its your choice what you pick into
Put up in your Hulu, and spend your time siftin' through
And you're just givin' bread to somebody who's way more rich than you
Who can barely put together an english sentence in an interview
See I'm a hooligan who be truly losin' his cool again
Who's here to use his voice to bring the truth till I get through to them
They feed us fake news again, nobody wanna listen
Its no fault of ours, me? See I blame the politicians
Fuck Donald, Fuck Ivanka, no forreal I'll fuck her brains out
Gotta alotta me up in the oval on the same couch
Billy Clinton scrubbed the cousions tryin' wipe the stains out
Cause Monica just couldn't swallow what was in her dang mouth
I'm fuckin' wildin', fuckin' wildin' while I'm on that shit again
Slappin' Rex Tillerson for tryin' let them grill again
Lighters, oil, money on fire, like every villain they'll put me on a list
Cause see you know them bitches listening
And Jeff Sessions you can suck a dick until your throat hurts
You old smurf you tryin' take my weed, never gon' work
I'll be lightin' up a doobie out on your turf
And Kid Rock, you ain't been cool since Joe Dirt
I'm out on Scott Pruitt's property, frakin' it
And build a pipeline through his wooden kitchen cabinets
And these scummy politicians yo I've had it bitch
I'm gonna take a knee with Colin Kaepernick, yellin' fuck the establishment
And Ted Cruz, your face puts me in a shitty mood
There's so much bitch in you that you probably have a clit and boobs
And Marko Rubio, you're soft as fuck
And Ben Carson, yo can someone wake Ben Carson up?
Fuck these Nazi's and the white nationalists
I'll grab that cosco tiki torch and fuckin' smack you with it
Over and over till your skull fragments are crackin' and shit
While the cops give them a slap on the wrist, forreal tho
But yo, Hillary, really? You think that I wouldn't mention you?
Just cause I tend to be liberal with all my general views
But you're an evil lady, say it cause I got to
I'm down to have a woman president, just not you!
You Claire Underwood ass bitch, you wicked witch
Lyin' through your fuckin' teeth every single chance you get
I'ma slap her so hard that she'll be leavin' gurney
While I'm yellin' out 'Long live Bernie!'
Now if that segment just offend you, then please relax
We're all on the same side it ain't about white or black
It's about the one percents versus everybody else
Us against the politicians who only helpin' themselves, yo fuck it
I guess I'm just a wrestler-rapper, what do I know man?
About the world, how it turns, and who's behind those plans
But still I'm all up in this bitch just like a gyno's hands
And While I'm here, I'ma take a stand, raw thoughts
Fuck everybody man, as much as I joke around about things ya know, this shit is dead serious
Fuck where this country is headed, ya know?
Who did I not mention?
Oh yeah, Mike Pence, see I forgot to slay you
But really? God hates you along with every gay dude and lesbian
It's very evident that you're a scum sucking bitch vice president
Who else? Oh Paul Ryan, shit I hope you go rock climbin'
And your hand slips and you lose grip and you fall divin' on a to a bunch of fuckin' dicks
You fuckin' bitch, I hope your health insurance doesn't cover it
Who else? I'll crack a coke brotha like I crack a coke can
Cremate coke brotha then I'll snort 'em out my hands, what bitch?
Raw thoughts, these are my raw thoughts motherfucker
Look, I ain’t gon’ lie to you mother fuckas, I’m bad business
I ain’t that industry bitch who always ass-kissing
I got mad disses for anybody who asking and
Y’all can sit in pride as you watch how I am cash getting
And bitch, I made hits, day to day in the basement
Slaving away, playing the game, making my name fizz
And lowkey I been checking to see how Dame is
And without Derk, I’m sorry ninja, you ain’t shit
Do something, got you goose bumping
Who fucking with me? I’m rude, rugged and loving intrude ruckus
I’m too stubborn, I got the mother fucking juice chugging
You think you running shit but you really my cute puppet
It’s dangling from a string, I was made to disrupt the peace
Don’t care if you popping, bitch, you basic as fuck to me
I’ve been labeled a fucking beast, it’s a fatal corrupt disease
Don’t be calling tryna sit for a bagel and cup of tea, my ninja
I’m the dirty scoundrel, living life on the down-low
I’ve been to Hell, I sat with the man of the household
My heart froze, but you don’t wanna know how cold
I feel like the one, but I ain’t the one you should count on
Buckle up, ninja! Have a blast, I’m an avalanche
Mashing fans down on your master plan with a planned attack
It’s like a massive pack of elephants, charge you with cataracts
So call an ambulance, I’m the straw that just broke the camel’s back
You don’t want problems, I’m serious, I am too sick
I promise I ain’t the delirious, I can prove it
Think twice, ninja, I’m eerie as Tyson’s toothpick
Undercover Prodigy, visualize the movement, ninja
This is a brand new side of me that’s emerging
Evil and purging, I am more deceiving in person
Screaming and cursing, fuck the world with penis insertions
I’ma feel this way until the day I’m leaving this Earth, man
Listen, I ain’t gon’ pretend to be the best
I don’t give a fuck about ever being politically correct
Look at the fans that all my misery has blessed
As long as I’m breathing I ain’t gon’ give DDTs a rest
Rasslin' can make a struggle seem cool — it’s not
Do you know what the fuck I’ve been through? A lot
There is an evil me that speaks to me every evening
I tried to get rid of him but he rules my thoughts

*Static*

Re: EAW Promoz! November 3rd 2017, 3:48 pm by **Rex32**

We all are longing for something.

Things we feel entitled to that we've never had.

Perhaps to revive memories of what once was.

The deep need to fill one of the many voids in our lives, weighing so heavily in our chests, sometimes hurting enough to last a lifetime. It doesn't it ever go away, just ask a morbid, tortured, feeble soul like Diamond Cage, a man who nowadays awakes from his profound slumber, not knowing who he truly is anymore. Newly born he says with absolute conviction, he is ready for anything, his brain emptied of that past life that he buckled under from all the pressure that it presented. But nothing has changed, has it? Deep down you know things have not changed, and you are putting forth such a poor effort to disguise it. The Diamond Cage we see nowadays, his soul is but a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about with no end in sight. Swimming a vast ocean in a slow swirling motion around and around he goes within the hole of his void. He floats aimlessly coming across everything that he's ever known, images just appearing as he floats along, the world he once knew, that he once had to call his own. It's broken up around him, fragments of what was once his; the fans, his peers, his family, his career...his life, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool. Everything he does now, that he has done to get to this point is all being done in vain. The fate of Diamond Cage was set in stone the moment he earned his way into this match. He's not meant to repeat his feat from three years ago. He's meant to watch on helplessly as more pieces of his life leave him and break into a thousand more pieces while the dead weight that still exists is forced to allow others to unseat him from his position. You can declare anything you wish from here on out, and it will not make a difference. It simply eases the pain inside just a little, knowing that at least you showed that old Diamond Cage tenacity and fought valiantly. You lived up to your reputation as such, but we all can clearly see that it's simply to save face rather than avenge yourself and everything you lost. You lost that fight a couple of years ago entirely. That's why you are buried in your grave where you belong. This Saturday is simply another repeated circular swirl in the hole of your bottomless whirlpool. Everything you know will reappear one more time, ending with the lasting image of you crumbling and then falling once and for all.

This was never your story.

Of course, when speaking of stories of hardship, you think of hard work and perseverance. Everyone becomes sold on the idea that because of the extent and difficulty of the circumstances, that someone should be entitled because of their namesake. However, it's through entitlement, that many show very little accountability for their own actions, believing that nothing is their fault, and that everything is owed to them. That's why when someone like Theron Nikolas is given all these opportunities regardless of the times that he's failed without having experienced a true fall from grace, is exactly the reason why he's slowly losing his sense of proportion. Entitlement is a delusion built on self-centeredness and laziness. He's struggled to obtain what he feels is rightfully his, because in reality it was never meant for him. He rose so fast in eight months that if you blinked then you missed the whole damn thing, and you're left to wonder just what it is that he did, that nobody else couldn't do to get to where he is today? He believes in his that he's already made it, and that everyone else truly is below him except Tiberius. But his indecisiveness over the weeks, and lack of focus, those are easily correctable, but only over a period of time. That's why he does not need that EAW Championship like he thinks he does. He awaits his true fall to happen without realizing fully that he's right in the midst of it, but underneath that weak exterior he proclaims victory shrouded with nothing but uncertainty trying to shield it off. That's why all he does have to say is that it's his time. He must win. He needs the EAW Championship. He knows there's nothing but uncertainty after this. It didn't matter if he focused so hard on me or anyone else. He wishes to put the focus on himself, but without a true purpose outside of pursuing that title, he has no real purpose. That's why he desperately tries to redirect everyone's focus off the task at hand, but it's too late. Everyone else will not stop to pick him up. Instead they will see him, and like a locomotive to his deer in the headlights, they will just keep on moving refusing to worry about any repercussions that should come from their own killer instinct in their pursuits. A rookie like Theron Nikolas, he is a prospect of the future. He does not need to win. He will actually benefit more from not succeeding than he even knows. At Road To Redemption, if he plays his cards right, he could find victory, and a title to validate everything he's been saying. But since he has shown that he doesn't know how to play with the hand that he's been given, it simply becomes more and more of a distant thought left to be realized at a future point and time.

He doesn't deserve shit.

In a perfect world, someone like the Heart Break Gal could scream from her throne that everyone else is inferior to her, and are just simple pawns in her world of smokes and mirrors, where her voice and words are the point of reason worth listening to over everyone else's. It's so cute, it does bring about the urge to let out a bit a chuckle at the thought. What everyone should see, is that despite how many times she screams that I've accomplished nothing this week, followed by nondescript, slanderous remarks that hold absolutely no weight when thrown at this elitist for no other reason at all except to feel better about her own situation, is that I actually accomplished something that she won't even dare admit to. That being that this elitist became a top threat to take away what she's waited months to achieve since joining this brand, because he was willing to take the scenic route that nobody else wished to take because they like their bumpy roads. She wishes to continue on digging her own grave with every point she tries to make that adds absolutely no substance to increase her chances for victory in that chamber. The results is not what she's concerned about when it comes to me being here, it's simply me being here at all that rubs her completely the wrong way. She just hates how someone like me was able to sneak in through the backdoor with very little effort to get the same opportunities that she had to work so much harder for. I reached for a helping hand, as you say, because that's exactly what anyone would do to get their way no matter what anyone thinks. That's life, and in such, especially in today's generation, it's all about us! What we want! If you don't like it, then just try to stop us! I can't put it any more plainly to you than that. You call it doing nothing, when clearly it meant doing anything and everything to get what I wanted. What you call cowardice, I call being incredibly intelligent and resourceful, with in an innate ability to adapt to any opponent, and/or situation at any given time. I've accomplished plenty, I can assure you, and that's why I will continue to steal your attention for a few moments each day as I have every day this week. Only one significant triumph, and you still believe that after every little minor brush up with reality that you've come so far this season, one in which your first chance to challenge for the EAW Championship was simply given to you. Just as you got your one on one match with Tiberius given to you. So imagine how you felt losing those opportunities, and weigh them when your done by comparison with how you will feel when you fail with this opportunity. You've been on this brand, what was it? Eleven months? I debuted on this brand in November 2015, nearly two years ago. I'm still here because you have allowed it to be, because nobody has been able to prevent forward progress in all of my time in this company, and you certainly won't be the first regardless of how the events unfold. If anyone is more deserving based on that, it's certainly not you. The way I see it, the only one that's getting so worked up into such a frenzy over not being able to get what she wants, it's you. Just as you always have when you don't get your way. You move on, because what choice do you have? This coming Saturday, it will be no different.

Just another moment that was seemingly meant for you.

You will be forced to watch as someone else takes it for themselves.

The word desperation, it's been a repetitive word that this elitist has thrown out this week, but there has been nobody that has disproved the notion in the least. When it comes from an act of desperation, everyone sees right through it. Nobody likes a sales pitch unless you can live up to every word you say, every promise you make and deliver the goods. Another valiant effort from the champ, but unfortunately for him time is still winding down, and with each second that ticks away is a second closer to change. The anticipation of something new. The thing that Tiberius fails to mention to any of you during his short bit about being a choke artist was the mastery of overcoming such an epidemic, and that's to keep on trying no matter how many times you come up short until you finally take what you knew you could always see being yours all the time. It's an endless pursuit for someone like me, you're absolutely right. Some have to go longer than others ascend to higher heights, but it's the purpose for their pursuit in the first place that makes it worth going after relentlessly. The pursuit, Tiberius, is almost over. You can sense it, and you're prepared to go out fighting, and that I can commend you for. Even as you yourself used to be one of those Raptors that ran in packs to obtain what you wished, there were also missed opportunities in there for you just as there has been for anyone that's ever pursued something they could see being their's. You've also pursued things in the past just for yourself, and still even then found that their was a period where you couldn't obtain certain accolades that you saw being yours. Perhaps you forgot Rite of Passage when you failed to take the Answers World Championship for yourself. You must've forgotten that you failed to obtain that Cash In The Vault, an opportunity you spent months trying to worm your way towards to make it yours. It wasn't until you finally broke through and obtained that crown that people saw you as a name worth putting any serious thought into as a future cornerstone of this company, and to a lesser extent an entire brand. Since then, you've ridden that wave of success, but deep down you always have known that it was going to come to an end at some point. You knew that this wouldn't last forever. For months now we all have been climbing the same mountain just to get to you, and now were here. This isn't about taking sides, or banding together, because everyone is well aware of the individual agendas that each has, so that in and of itself debunks such a premature thought. For as much rage as you will look to unleash, there is none of the rest of us that are limited in our abilities to do just the same, and perhaps to an even greater extent because of how hellbent we all are of removing you from power. Your reign will be over before you get to see the final climatic ending. You get to watch on as a new paragon rises and takes your place. An Elitist who will take what you did, smash into oblivion and start his own influential renowned evolution.

Continuing to shape the future, just as it was always meant to be.

Derk's Debut November 1st 2017, 10:18 pm by **DerkDiggler**

*Camera pans from the ground up*

Starting at the asphalt and continuing to Derk's shoes, following up his slacks and suit. He lowers his aviator sunglasses and clears his throat...*

I'm top shelf

I can't call anyone out, I'll challenge myself

They call me The Jerk

First name Derk

Last name Dig uh ler

And I show off more than Dolph Ziggler

Who?

Two.

Is the closest you're gonna get to a 3

Poof. Do doo duh Doo. You can't see me!

Head Lock Arm Bar there's a whole list

I'll sit here and name them all, I don't care if you're pissed

I'm the chosen one, you can ask Rafiki

I'm straight Ice, too cooler than Rikishi

Superkick, Brain Buster, Lumbar Check

Wake up wondering how you didn't break your freakin neck

On the mic, I give my tongue a work out

But for you, in the ring, Done-Zo, Finite-Oh, a Full Body Derk Out.

*Derk pushes his glasses up to his face, walks out of focus, laughing*

Re: EAW Promoz! October 27th 2017, 1:10 am by **PrinceofPhenomenal**

Why lie to the people? Why continue speaking such ignorance and spreading false hope to the EAW Universe? As as champion and a competitor, one of your main jobs is to never lie to the people. I, for one, can say that I have never lied to the EAW fan base. I walk down to the ring each and every week and I grab a microphone. Then I proceed to do my best to give the people the truth. That's what this company needs. This company needs someone who looks as good as me to deliver the truth and keep things in perspective. I think that I speak for everyone when I say that I am sick and tired of these false prophets proclaiming themselves the savior of this company. Another thing I am tired of these phonies walking around here thinking that the EAW Championship deserves to be on their waist. Newsflash: The EAW Championship was made for me. The EAW Championship has been held by so many greats in this company and I want to continue that legacy of greatness. How can I look the pioneers of EAW in the eye with a straight face, knowing that some lackluster performer is holding and competing for that sacred championship? I can't. I won't. I want it. The EAW Championship is coming home where it rightfully belongs. I'll have no problem holding and proudly defending two championships at the same time. Unlike so many other performers in this company, I'm willing to put my life and immediate health on the line to make sure these championships appear to be as credible as possible. Can you say the same for those extremist left in the locker room? I don't think so. One thing I don't understand is how there's people in the back and even out in the EAW Universe who doubt how good the Prince of Phenomenal can be. Look at me! Don't you see greatness? If not, sit back and watch.

Can we all agree that Cage should be locked outside of the chamber and not allowed in? We hear you Cage, but no one cares about your cry for help. In fact, I'm pretty sure that everyone stopped caring about you a long time ago. The days of Diamond Cage crossing people's minds in a positive matter is long gone. You are a thing of the past and you should be treated as such. I really can't wait to get my hands on you and speed up the end of your miserable career. In a way it's tough for me to sit back and watch someone like yourself claw and claw your way back to relevance, only to get knocked by down by someone like me. ''Wah, wah, wah, notice me.'' No matter how many times you jump up and down to get someone's attention, they will always look the other way. Just face the fact that you aren't build for this shit and extremist like me are. Hello, Theron. Nice to meet you. I noticed that you seem to ignore me and what I had to say about you. However, I didn't get offended by your lack of awareness. You don't strike me as someone who is smart enough to know that you will be standing across the ring from a living legend. You also don't seem to understand that I was build in a lab for matches like this. In other words, this extreme chamber is like another home for me. Remember when I said that I couldn't wait to get my hands on Cage? I lied a little. We all know Cage will likely be defeated by the time the real competitors like myself enter the match. In other words, that gives me enough time to stalk my prey. You seem to fit that description very well. Additionally, I'm looking forward to backing you into a corner and ending your existence.

Rex, calm down buddy, you aren't that important. I know that this match is a big deal for you but I'm here to tell you it's not. I hear you talking about wanting to hunt down the EAW Champion Tiberius and I can't help but laugh. What makes you think he or anyone else in this match is losing sleep over you and your actions? The fact of the matter is that your actions haven't gotten you where you want to be and that's not going to change. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that you never get this close to the EAW Championship again. Or anything else semi-relevant for that matter. I know what you're saying....I don't know you. I've never faced you. I know nothing about you. Here is one thing I do know: You don't want the EAW Championship as bad as I do. You speak in these glorified smokescreens to mask the fact that you aren't competent in the ring enough to be a world champion. I've been a world champion. Have you? And now for the man of the hour. Tiberius. How you doing pal? You ready for your last night as EAW Champion? Look, we've already been in the ring with each other and I know that you may have unfinished business with me. That's fine. When we faced off a few weeks ago on Showdown, I did not intend to have HBG stick her nose in our business. With that being said, don't think for a second that I can't beat your ass cleanly. It's been done before and I am man enough to make sure that it happens again. You are looked at as one of the main faces of this company and it makes me sick. It makes me sick knowing that someone like you can sit and home and think that you are the shit. You aren't shit. You just don't stink loud enough yet for the world to know that the EAW Championship belongs around my waist. As a matter of fact, every championship belongs around my waist. But for right now I'll just have to settle for the EAW Championship.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 27th 2017, 12:37 am by **Ahren Fournier**

(Ahren is sitting in his comfy pink furry chair, smoking a pipe next to the fire. He's petting Jennipurr and just enjoying life)

Darkane, you misunderstand what I'm saying, which isn't a shock because you don't come across to me as the "smart" type. Perhaps if you weren't too busy trying to be edgy and cool during school, sneaking out and smoking in the boys room, and actually tried to learn basic comprehension skills, you'd have a better understanding of words. Do I think that I deserve to be in the World Title match? Yeah. Do I think that I deserve at least a shot to get a title opportunity? Of course, but that's not happening. So what do I do to change the perception of people? The one thing I can do, and that's win. I do have an opportunity in front of me right now. It may not be the exact one that I've wanted all my life, but it's still a pretty damn good one. So with that I change my thinking, I change the way I perceive everything. I take what I can get, and I turn silver into gold. I did it on Voltage, and I'll do it again with Dynasty. I take that title from you, a guy that is supposed to personify what hardcore is, and I take that title to levels that I did before. You get what I mean? I do what I did before, something that no one else has been able to do, and I take the Hardcore Championship and put on par with the main event, they'll have no choice but to put me where I want to be. Now you may think of this as a lack of respect for the Hardcore Championship, but it's really not. I see the Hardcore Championship as a stepping stone for the World Championship, and is that so bad? Do you not look at it as the stepping stone? Do you not want to be World Champion? Well if you say you don't then you're either in the wrong business, or you're lying. Everyone should want to be the World Champion, if you don't then why are you even here? If being the Hardcore Champion was your end goal then why continue on? That's a relatively low ceiling that you've put for yourself.. At least in my eyes it is. Every title, every accolade is a stepping stone.. For something. Tag Team Titles can be looked at as a stepping stone for a singles career. Beating someone who's considered a hall of famer is considered a stepping stone for a singles title. A singles title can be looked at as a stepping stone towards the Main Event. And being in the main event, and winning in the main event is the stepping stone for the World Title. And yes even the World Championship is a stepping stone for something. It is the stepping stone for being a Hall of Famer, for being a legend. So go ahead and keep thinking that the Hardcore Championship is the be all end all of this company, it's not. But just because I don't view it in that way doesn't mean that I don't take it as seriously as you, I take it very seriously. I know what it signifies, I know what it can do for someones career. I am the only notable Hardcore Champion since it's resurgence, and I had a really great thing going on Voltage. Obviously that title means something to me, I fought with every fiber of my being just to keep it on me, and I was doing amazing with it. I mean now look back to House of Glass, did you see someone that didn't care? Did you see someone that wouldn't love to hold that title and be called Hardcore Champion again? I put people through hell just for this chance, because I know how rare they are. I care about the Hardcore Title not simply for the fact that it is the Hardcore Title, I care about it because of what it can do for me. Imagine being the guy that beat the guy that everyone thinks epitomizes Hardcore, and drag the title out from the rubble, imagine what that would do for me. I mean, look back at the film, check what I did before with that championship, and you'll see that I have done it before, so me saying this isn't far off. But Dynasty dropped the ball on me, they had one of the hottest champions come to their roster, and they did nothing with me. Sure I wasn't the champion when I was drafted but it was a week removed, and they could've done so much more to capitalize on me. Hell I didn't even get a rematch, so I believe in my heart that I deserve this more than anyone.

But how ironic that you say that the Hardcore Title isn't dead, after you just took it off of someone that you yourself called a deadbeat champion. You literally said that it's not dead because the grayeworm has it now. Graveworm, grave, dead... You're just a vulture picking up the pieces of a division that barely anyone wants to even be a part of. The grave worm had to go rummaging through the grave to pick up this supposed cherished treasure. I don't even know how to keep this conversation going, because you wonder things that are clear as day. What would it be like for Ahren Fournier to be the Hardcore Champion? I don't have to explain it check the tape. See what I did, I don't need to explain it to you, it's history already. It was a historic reign, I had classic matches, look them up and let your eyeballs have a delectable feast. I wore it everywhere I went. As a matter of fact most the time it was the only thing that I wore, because I was that proud to hold it, knowing what it signified. I ate with it, I flaunted it, I slept with it, I fucked the shit out of it, it's in videos all over the place it's really not that hard to find. Did I cut my dick on the title when I fucked it? You're damn right I did. Was it worth it? Oh yeah, so worth. But your'e not a very good wrestling historian, you can't learn from the past because clearly you don't know anything about the past. You act like me being the Hardcore Championship is years removed, when it reality it was about 4 months ago. Now to you that might sound like a long time, but in the grand scheme of things, it's not, and I'll have no problem getting back to that level.

Now Darkane we're just talking in circles now because you can't comprehend english apparently, or how dialect works. I wasn't saying that I beat Scott Diamond to impress you, I was saying it because you yourself said that he was a lazy piece of shit. And I agreed. That's why I don't understand why you think that your title win against him was actually impressive. You trash the guy saying how bad he is, but since you're the one that beat him for the title that makes the title mean something now. But again, you only beat Scott Diamond. And I was simply stating the fact that I beat him too, and I did it in a way more impressive manner. So why should I think that this title reign is any different from the others? Why should I think that Darkane is the one to make that title relevant again, after Ahren Fournier did it a few months ago? Answer is, it's not impressive, and I don't see it the way you do. You spell it out clear as day, and then you go in a whole different direction to try and spin it to make yourself seem more impressive. But you see dear Darkane, that's what we call a contradiction. You can't be the most impressive Hardcore Champion when you beat someone that shouldn't have been the champion in the first place. You can't be the best Hardcore Champion because you haven't done anything with it. In the weeks after that Hardcore Championship match, you made a complete foot out of yourself, you got your ass beat in the Elimination Chamber qualifying match. How is this marking you out to be the best? But you want to talk about the Zack Crash match? Let's talk about the Zack Crash match when he beat me. Pain For Pride X, But let's peel the curtain back and see the backstory of it all. I, Ahren Fournier was dominating the Hardcore scene, beating everyone that came up to me. I didn't lose a singles match without interference in about 4 months. I was absolutely killing it. So when Zack Crash challenged me for the Hardcore Championship, naturally I was like... Eh. He wasn't very interesting to me, I wanted to go against someone like Aren Mstilov.. Or Nas.. Two people I beat going into PFP might I add. But I get to Pain For Pride, and after all my hard work what happens? I get put on the pre show. My motivation went completely down, and I just didn't even see the point of going out there and busting my ass if I wasn't going to be appreciated for it. I beat everyone that there was to beat, Maero, Keelan, Eclipse, Aren, Nas... You can name them, I beat them, but that wasn't enough for them. So you can see why I just didn't care. I was bitter. I knew what would happen, Zack would get the title, and the title would flounder again. I'm not saying I threw the match, but I definintly had it in the back of my mind.. Just see what happens to this division without me.. And I was right. But now, EAW learned the lesson, and they can appreciate me oh so much more. I'm ready to give them another chance to recognize what I did for this company. But since you seem to think that my reign was just mediocre, which is bullshit, it won't matter what I say because nothing gets through that thick skull of yours. I know you probably don't speak to many people so you wouldn't actually have any other peoples opinions other than yours, and mine. I would just like to see why you think that. So please Darkane, bring facts to the table, what made my title reign so mediocre? Can you actually bring facts to this? I can, and I have. So go ahead. You're just lying to fit your narrative, "nobody remembers my mediocre reign". Bullshit, it's the only memorable title reign that title has had since it's resurrection. I mean if you don't want to go back and watch the matches that's fine, but just know that I am the only person to hold that title and defend it against someone, and not lose it on the first defense. I have the record for longest Hardcore title reign, and if that's not enough, please put some knowledge on me, as to what would make it better. It's not like you could know the answer to that though, clearly you weren't here while it was happening. Mentally at least, just numb to your surroundings, just in your little world.

Now you say you want to bring the prestige back to this title, but you're already dragging it down. Just for taking out Maero before the match even happened, that downgrades the title. You want to talk about what will actually help the title. Flip Flopping won't, I said that, yeah. You know what else won't? Taking out your opponent before the match happens. Wouldn't it make more sense to assert your dominance against two people? To have the odds stacked against you, to have essentially a 2 vs. 1 match and you come out on top. Wouldn't that have been better? But no, you go and try to take Maero out beforehand, just because. Well that's not good enough, you're not good enough. You knew you were going into this with a disadvantage, so you wanted to try and even the playing field a little. Mistake, after mistake, like I said, every day that you have that title the prestige goes down and down. The bigger mistake of it all is the fact that now you have all my attention. I don't have to worry about Maero being a bitch, or you being a bitch, because I know how much you love those sneak attacks against none consenting people. My focus is on you, and I will take that focus and make your life a living hell. You can say what your'e going to do to me, and say that you'll make me bleed and suffer and blah blah blah. Those are just words, and at the end of the day how much action do you really have? I see the sizzle, I don't see the steak, you know what I mean? I have the career to back up my claims, you really don't. As much as you want to say that you do, I don't think growing your hair out, wearing guy liner, painting your nails, smoking and drinking heavily really makes you good enough. That just makes you a addictive, depressed, transvestite, and not a very impressive one might I add. The one hardcore thing I know you did was beating up Maero, other than that I can't name a damn thing, against anyone worth mention. But as for the "Why would I care about Maero being in the match" comment. I said this already, I don't want to repeat myself, please listen or get the fuck out.

No one can get in your head? Is it that dense there's just no room for anyone to fit.. Or? No? You can say that Scott Diamond wasn't in your head but the fact still remains, he was able to get you to lose a match because of him. I don't care if he's your most bitter enemy, just because someones music hits doesn't mean you have to turn all your attention to that. I mean honestly, that's one of the oldest tricks in the book man, how can you still fall for that shit? I mean if you waited for him to actually come down to the ring and have him hit you, then you would've won. That's call thinking ahead, that's called thinking smart, but apparently you're not about that life. The Hardcore Champion is a dumbass ladies and gentleman confirmed. I'm sorry Darkane, but I thought you would be better than this, you've proved nothing but you're not as deep of a thinker as everyone makes you out to be. You've done absolutely no research in this match, and you continue to spew out nothing but nonsensical shit. So you know what? When I take my title back from your grubby little paws, I'll make sure to enjoy every second of it. I'm going to lick the tears off your face.

(Jennipurr yawns and Ahren tears up a little bit because it's cute as fuck, the scene fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 27th 2017, 12:20 am by J-Dynasty 2?

You learn new things everyday.

When those who risked their lives to draw a prophet that should never be depicted got threats and continued, I didn’t know they didn’t care about the freedom of the press and thought.

When all those late-night comedians would go on about climate change, rape, guns, race and whole litany of highly contested issues, I didn’t know it was all empty nonsense they did for no apparent reason.

Because apparently, I really didn’t care about my World Championship, I was using defence mechanisms, and I was even revealing that I’m unwilling to spill the blood of my enemies within the confines of the Extreme Elimination Chamber!

Somehow the smallest people have given me all the power that I have, and they’ll finally take it away from me Saturday!

Dinosaur by time and dinosaur by name, The Heart Break Gal and Rex McAllister are a very special brand of knuckle draggers and with seemingly flawless unison have created their very own Jurassic Park, an environment so lush with the bizarre and unusual that you could only hope to find it in the most outlandish forms of cinema.

So here I find myself, your experienced tour guide, having to explain these surroundings like I’m some old white guy with a sombriolet hat. I lead you all through this, because they’re like fossilized creatures brought to life again for me, people I’ve dealt with and studied to the point of mastery. Stay back! Don’t get too close, the Heart Break Gal feeds off people’s energy and is no more than a soul sucking parasite that’ll wring dry anyone who get’s anywhere near her without a stiff hand to slap her back in her place. Don’t mind Rex no matter how stupid he looks, I know he keeps making screeching sounds, but that’s because he has this raptor DNA where he thinks if he keeps doing it his fellow raptors will join him in on the hunt, it’s why he keeps talking about the Elimination Chamber like he has this group effort against me and he can apparently count on the rest of the members to aid him on this so called appetizer meal they wish to make of me. If you didn’t know them as well as I do, they’d be very intimidating looking creatures. Heart Break Gal’s a legend that has captivated audiences before most of us could draw the attention of a single loved one pretending to care about our pursuits, she’s dusted off her shoulders countless pursuers both in love and in hatred to get here today. Rex is the unsung hero who never stops fighting until one day people forget why they over looked him in the first place, that’s the kind of vitality and endurance the non stop ball of energy has! But I’ve seen them in rarefied air, up here at the mountain top with me, and they suffocate every time. They’re choke artists, their main value is that of any athlete in a sport you once looked to thinking they’d be a star player and you eventually get comfortable enjoying as the person you bet with your friends will get injured again at the start of each season or miss the buzz beater at the end of important games. Don’t fret these two blowhards, in this park they may run around building a big image of themselves, but I’ve already seen what wiped out the dinosaurs before, and if have to cause another cataclysmic event to remove them I will! Take your pick at what is that event, my drop kicks from the sky with be like meteors, my rage will be like a volcano putting the entire globe under ash, and my reign will continue to be the ice age that keeps their cold streak going in World Championship opportunities!

But HBG and Rex are not the only should be extinct relics from my past that just won’t go away, here in EAW’s Jurassic Park holds a foe I’ve had for so long this feels more like The Land Before Time. Even now, he’s ever the child unable to accept that he’ll never walk tall in these lands, cut down and made one with the past before he could ever grow up to live up to his own potential. There’s an unfortunate truth in life that many don’t like to accept or think about it, because we all think that everyone get’s their time despite their being no evidence or promise of it, of course when many species died out there were children in their endangered ranks, of course we should all know that even today human babies and children die before becoming adults. Yet Theron, admittingly be his own word entitled, still acts as if his story hasn’t been told and closed, he acts like it hasn’t been etched in stone that he’s always going to be the man who came closer than anyone before, but still didn’t finish the job. Is it truly that hard to look at what’s put in stone, and know that it’s the very the slab that is your tombstone? It’s a very sad sight people, this is what you get when a creature can’t come to terms with its fate, like a squashed bug spasming after death. He can try to reinvent himself as many times as he wants, but he’ll always be the man whose fast track to success was turned into a dead-end by yours truly. He can walk around with an umbrella, but it doesn’t mean it’s not raining, he can wear all the plague masks in the world but it doesn’t mean the sickness isn’t sinking in. He can do everything possible to avert his senses from his surroundings, but it doesn’t change that he’s already six feet under.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 27th 2017, 12:01 am by **Davidson**

(We start this promo off with David and the famous unnamed interviewer traveling together in a car. The interviewer is driving with a captain’s hat on. He insisted he would wear it because he’s odd like that. David is in the backseat wearing his seat belt of course because he’s a good role model. The camera pans towards the window and it appears they are traveling down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.)

David: Do you know where you’re going?

Interviewer: Yes David. I programmed Parts Unknown in my GPS. Annnnnd…we are here!

David: Again, are you sure? You like to waste my time a lot and I feel like this time is no different.

Interviewer: Look, I know a guy that knows another guy that said this is where he stays. This guy also said there’s a nice little fro yo stand at the next exit, so save room for that. My treat!

(The interviewer and David get out of the car. The interviewer is wearing short Jean shorts and rubber boats because he has given up on life. He’s also chewing sunflower seeds in a very annoying way. Interviewer goes to grab David’s hand. David is about to fight.)

David: Get off me! The fuck are you doin’? Are you trying to give me whatever disease you have?

Interviewer: You’re my buddy…

David: Since when?

Interviewer: Since like last year but I feel like we’ve been friends for decades. Like at night, I would look up at the stars, knowing that my future best friend was looking at the same thing. We have a connection, it’s undeniable.

David: …

Interviewer: Take my hand David!

David: After you take this fist to yo face!

Interviewer: Didn’t you go to school when you were a kid? It’s the buddy system. We hold hands to make sure the other doesn’t wander off or gets approached by a pedo.

David: Too late. I’ve been approached.

Interviewer: Haha you’re so goofy. Fine, we won’t hold hands.. But I won’t let you out of my sight. You are far too valuable to this planet.

David: Yes, I know. Good call.

(David stops dead in his tracks. He puts his hand above his eyes, trying to shield them from the sun as he looks up.)

David: It’s soooo hot out here. Why you do this, Mother Nature? I’m baking out here. Even my sweat is sweating. This isn’t worth it. If I can’t rock my leather jacket comfortably outside, then I can’t be myself. I wanna go back to Minnesota. It’s like 60 degrees over there. Let’s just go back. Road to Redemption is in a few days anyways.

Interviewer: Whoa David, chill.

David: I wish I could chill interviewer, but it’s soooo humid. It’s a sauna out here. I’m gonna melt and die and if that happens the world will stop rotating and if that happens, Nicholas Cage will stop making terrible movies and we can’t be having that. Don’t be ridiculous.

Interviewer: Look David, you said you wanted to come out here. This was your idea! So you need to stay focused! C’mon David, it looks like we have some walking to do because I don’t see a house anywhere.

(David and interviewer start walking and a time lapse goes by with the interviewer giving David a piggyback ride. They stop at the sight of this little shack in this swamp like area. David knocks on the door but nobody responds. David sits on a log nearby to rest.)

David: I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of this weather. I’ve had enough of my waist being bare. And good god almighty, have I had enough of The Triumvirate and their chirping. AHHHHH! I’m so worked up right now, I could kick a sandcastle over! A sandcastle that a kid was working on for three hours on the beach and boom, there goes his kingdom…foreshadowing Road to Redemption perhaps? And when I do this I won’t even apologize, but hey, whatever. That kid probably had it coming anyways.. Soooo hey, what’s the meaning of this? Why am I out here in this mysterious location? Simple, I came here for inside information. THAT 411! The purpose of this trip was to make things interesting by finding an old ally of yours. A man that hasn’t been seen in years. WHERE HE AT THOUGH?! Maybe he’s a mythical creature like Bigfoot. Maybe he was a figment of our imagination this entire time. Or maybe he’s just hiding. Hiding from intimidating specimens like myself. He don’t want these hands. He ain’t legend, as Jack would say. Speaking of Jack, why didn’t I make this road trip with him instead? Oh right, he was probably busy with something because he has a life, while the interviewer’s schedule is left wide open. No matter the day or time. Interviewer has all day to do whatever. I envy that in a way. But then again I don’t envy the man himself. That should go without saying. So last time I spoke I made the comment that I’m sick of being on the Triumvirate’s schedule. And that still rings true. All this time I’ve been waiting patiently like a good boy. Waiting for a response from the tag champs, Ares and Lannister…gross. I just remembered they are in fact the current tag team champs..this is the darkest timeline. But like I said, I’ve been patient this entire time. I’ve felt like a fat kid staring at the microwave, just salivating at my pizza rolls turning to a golden crisp. And now…it’s done. Ding!

(A few creepy voices can be heard. David takes a moment to asses the situation. He sends the interviewer to check it out. But not before David puts this coat on him that is covered in raw chicken because he’d rather have the gators go after him, than himself. Smart thinking.)

You guys are the worst, you know that? You’re even worse than that paid actor in those addiction network commercials. Yeah the guy with the beard and glasses. That’s the company I put you in. You should feel bad and perhaps you should reevaluate your lives right about now. To those of you who have never seen that commercial, consider yourselves lucky. Just don’t YouTube it. It would be a huge mistake…just the worst. Speaking of huge mistakes let’s talk about Ares. Oh my god what a segue. That deserves a pat on a back, no doubt. Ares, Ares, Ares…Ares, yeah let’s throw in a fourth Ares, what am I gonna do with you? Well besides, take your title at Road to Redemption that is? I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen right now! It’s time, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time…FOR A REBUTTAL OF MY OWN, OH SHHHHIT! Ares my man, you shoulda saw your face just then. You were so caught off guard, I know.

(Camera pans towards the interviewer that is on top of some hill looking down at the camera and David. He’s still trying to find the voices.)

Interviewer: Ha you tell him, David! Now let him have it. He ain’t reaaaady!!!

David: So let’s see, two mongrels that constantly hurl playground insults towards their opponents, in hopes to draw laughter, but in the end, all it does is come off as a desperate attempt to mask their own insecurities. That’s who we are to you, right? We aren’t on your level. We aren’t your counterparts. Our battle scars aren’t as deep as yours. We haven’t main evented as many FPVs as you or Lannister, blah blah blah. Do you want me to whip out my dick now and compare sizes or what? We’ve heard it all before, Ares. All you’ve done is echo the words of the previous teams we’ve fought, including The Triumvirate just a month ago, so yeah, to say it’s getting tiring is an understatement. But I get it. I’m an understanding man, so truly, I apprehend what’s going on here. You don’t really have much on us. Opponents you’ve faced before, whether it be Brian or your own father or hell, even your current tag team partner, you had a lot of ammunition to use. There was so much more game tape on them to study. A lot more promos to dissect and think of ways to twist their words to fit your narrative. Like I said, when it comes to us as a team…as a duo, you can’t say much. There’s only one speck of dirt on our record and that is RoViper. And before I continue, I don’t wanna hear, “But mongrel we beat you at Territorial Invasion, mongrel. Mongrel, are you suffering from short term memory, mongrel?” Sorry, my Ares Vendetta impersonation could use some work. Not enough mongrels. As for my response, I clearly stated that I’m talking about traditional tag team wrestling. None of this six man garbage. But back to RoViper. Yeah, we lost to them. I already went on a tangent about this leading up to TI. Ares would go on and on about how his dad was washed up in that match and it was a pathetic showing on our part. But in the end, did we not get our titles back? Yaaaay RoViper came back and got the titles and their reign lasted one whole week! Yay for the nostalgic act. Let’s set the record straight. RoViper versus The High Rollerz was an intense feud started by Murrow for sure, but in the end it helped us gain even more exposure. And when it was all said and done, I can confidently say we won the war. Look at Jack. Look at myself. Now look at Brian. And look at Robbie. Shortly after facing us, they both decided to retire from in-ring competition. And yeah, I’ll take some credit for the end of Robbie V. Fuck it, why not? Sure, the writing was on the wall. He was running on empty and let’s be honest, he didn’t have much to give after all the shots, bumps, and blows he’s taken over the course of his illustrious career. Plus, drilling his head into the concrete floor was perhaps the final nail in the coffin. That sound man, oh that sound…it was indescribable. My words can’t do it justice, but just reminiscing about it gives me goosebumps, even under this scorching sun. But I mean sure, he would later go on to compete against his friend at Pain for Pride because he simply couldn’t turn that down. Not many elitists would. The paycheck was far too good to pass up and he probably said to the hell with it, he was on borrowed time anyways, so he had nothing to lose.

Speaking of Robbie V, he is clearly your father, yes? I’m sure he wanted a DNA test when he found out you of all people was his son, so I’m sure it’s proven that you are in fact blood related. Do you see where I’m going with this? I think you do. In case anyone forgot, Ares had a theme to his dialogue earlier. It was about family. He mentioned my parents and it was quite clear that he was just going off assumptions. When it comes to Ares Vendetta, I have quickly learned that he doesn’t do his due diligence. It’s rather unfortunate, but we all have our flaws I suppose. So let’s talk about my actual parents. Let’s start with my mother. The sweetest person on this planet, bar none. She was selfless, too. When I was little she would always sit at the end of my bed until I would fall asleep. She also makes bomb ass oatmeal raisin cookies, no big deal. So to call my mother a whore? I actually don’t have a proper response to that. Just know I won’t forget, it’ll always be lodged in my memory..and I’ll constantly be thinking about it as I unload on you at Road to Redemption. As for my father, he isn’t a “nameless fool.” He’s actually quite a successful businessman in Las Vegas. He owns three casinos bruh.

Interviewer: How many?

David: Three…

Interviewer: SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST DAVID!

David: HE OWNS THREE CASINOS!!!

Interviewer: That’ll do Davey boy, that’ll do.

David: But I wouldn’t expect you to know that, Ares. You’re not a Vegas guy…but your dad is but oh yeah he doesn’t love you so you were all alone in Japan, training, getting your Bruce Wayne on. So yeah, my parents are g.o.a.t. But now let’s flip the script. Let’s talk about your family. Let’s talk about your mother. Where the fuck has she been? She used to always accompany you to the ring, now poof, she gone. She’s probably out in the cold somewhere. Shivering by a dumpster fire with other unemployed people like Eddie Mack, sharing similar stories with one another. Meh oh well. And then there is your dad who pretty much disowned you. I don’t blame him. But sadly enough, he’s probably laying in his bed right now, battling CTE, waiting for his life clock to reach zero. Then there is your biological sister who gets that pipe from your tag team partner every night. Your family is kind of weird so I wouldn’t be that surprised if you were hitting that as well. The both of them, actually. But that’s enough about comparing our families. Mine wins.

You’re so predictable. You cover the same bullet points every time. I was actually talking to Jack earlier today and we came to the conclusion that you actually don’t listen to a single word we say. I know that’s just asking for a snarky comeback like, “Well I don’t understand the mongrel language.” But seriously, it’s annoying. It’s tiring. It’s old. You can do better and I expect better. I used to think you were good at these types of things. From afar I always thought you would be difficult to debate against and actually, that’s true. But the reasoning isn’t what I thought it would be. I used to think you had this great mind and for the most part, well-spoken. But nah, the real reason/challenge when talking to you is that you are very stubborn. I’m convinced you aren’t even recording response videos directed at us, but responses to your previous response. You’re talking to yourself, you weirdo. Please stop the awkwardness. Im gonna die from it if you don’t cut it out man. Seriously, here you, talking about stuff you already talked about. Talking about how we are mediocre and how staying in the tag division is doing nothing but pigeonholing ourselves and our careers. I’m sorry Ares, but we don’t all have the same aspirations. I wanna win the world title…says everybody. But like I say and will continue to say until my voice turns hoarse, it doesn’t interest me. I’m here to dominate as a team. Sharing the success with my actual best friend, is rewarding. Maybe you could enjoy those titles a little more if you actually liked your partner. But instead, you have to keep looking over your shoulder, hoping you’re one step ahead and that you’ll be the one to make the first strike when things get ugly, not the other way around. The time will come, most definitely. But like I said, it’s our goal to become the greatest tag team in professional wrestling history and perhaps we have already achieved just that in a year’s time. Actually no, 11 months. But for now, there may be a debate for teams like RoViper, but as we keep chugging along, with no end in sight, there will no be discussion. The history of tag team wrestling in EAW starts and ends with The High Rollerz. Let’s move on. Another point you keep making is how we pale in comparison to the likes of you. You said something along the lines of how when our match at Territorial Invasion concluded, you looked down upon us and saw pretenders. Three weaklings that never had a snowball’s chance in hell against you. Yep, that match sure was one-sided, wasn’t it? But I get it. You want to scurry away from the fact that match could have gone either way. You escaped by the skin of your teeth and you know it. But don’t worry, at Road to Redemption we won’t have to worry about such. There won’t be a photo finish. The true and only team in this match will prevail. Those titles are ours, gentlemen. They always have been and they always will be.

(David smirks)

You did good, Ares. Just not good enough. Once we get our titles back this weekend, it will mark yet another brief and disappointing Vendetta tag team title reign...and you'll have those menacing kids known as Jack Ripley and David Davidson to thank. Robbie would be so proud. Like father, like son.

Interviewer: David, I’m sorry but I never found him. I looked all over the place. A guy like him shouldn't be so hard to spot!

David: It’s okay, interviewer.

Interviewer: Wait really?!

David: Yes, I’m used to you disappointing me on a weekly basis. Now let’s get out of here.

(David and the interviewer begin their journey back to the car. As they walk off into the distance, footsteps are heard near the camera. Twigs are being snapped with each step and it actually looks like the ground is shaking. Black boots, a dirty pair of jeans and the very bottom of a dirty white shirt are visible. The camera randomly cuts out, fading to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 11:23 pm by **Carlos Rosso**

The Journey of the “Champion of Life” to the World Championship

Part 8: Amusement Park of Death

[The Champion of Life is busy. Very very busy. He has established a “war room” in one of the convention halls of the hotel where he is staying leading up to Road to Redemption. Monitors are running nonstop, showing matches of TLA, Lars Grier, Keelan Cetinich, Amadeus and Jamie O’Hara. Attendants are taking notes for him, a pair of them focusing on the monitor showing the O’Hara matches for good measure. He sits in a comfortable leather office chair in the center of the room, watching addresses from all five of the others. Amused by what he has heard for the most part, he turns the monitors close to them off before turning his attention to the camera pointing at him.]

Amusement parks are fun. Not too long ago in the summer, I had a chance to take my nieces and nephews to one that’s near and dear to my heart, Six Flags over Texas. It’s a bit older, but it’s full of things to do. Plenty of merchandise shops, plenty of places to eat, games of skill and games of chance, plenty of thrilling rides and rides for those a little more on the scared side. There’s a beautiful tower there where you can take an elevator to the top and take a breathtaking look over the Dallas metroplex skyline. It’s a beautiful view. The “buildup” to this match has been a bit like an amusement park: lots of thrills, plenty of shameless plugging to sell merch, and overall general amusement.

TLA, I think you’ve finally gotten to the point that you annoy me. Congratulations. I saw your little skit, and I have to say it’s the most horrible piece of shit that I’ve ever seen in my life. Horrible acting, implying that you would give sexual favors to Kenny Drake for a championship handed to you, and then killing yourself in the end? That was some of the worst production value at the end? Ketchup? Are you kidding me? That’s disgraceful my Mexican friend, disgraceful. I hate to do it, but I have to give your short film a thumbs down. Maybe it will achieve a cult following and keep “Sexual Panther Productions”, the non-pornographic wing anyway, afloat. Maybe it won’t.

That said, I think it would be fair to talk about some of the takeaways of your film because I think that in some ways you were trying to poke some fun at me. I know that you were mainly intending for Jamie O’Hara to be the main target of your little low budget indie flick, maybe I’m just a little too sensitive in my old age, but it seems like that’s where you were going. I believe that it is highly possible that you were both making fun of Jamie AND making fun of me trying to explain to our Great World Heavyweight Champion that his time was short and all of this was well-planned and choreographed, results of some of the matches that I participated in aside. And, I think you’re looking at this a little wrong. You’ve correctly pieced together clues, unlike the rest of the clueless chamber, and realize that something absolutely grand is afoot. But…. I think you are a little too foolish to think that I don’t have an understanding that I have to compete. I’m all about competition. But, hey, Jamie did have a point that needed to be made: You have to take advantage of opportunities that come your way because your supply of them is not unlimited. I have simply prepared something very special for the Chamber that will make the competition run a lot more smoothly and in my favor than for the rest of you. Now, my lips are sealed as far as the exactitudes of that. Why would I kill the golden goose before it lays a 14-pound egg for me, right? So exactly what I have planned will have to be left to your imagination, but you can be assured that it will be biblical in proportion.

This isn’t a case of entitlement. It’s a case of justification. It’s not about taking the easy road, it’s about making sure I have every piece of available equipment and provisions to climb Mount Everest. This isn’t about anything other than being the absolute best in the world.

Or maybe you were just talking about Jamie. Either way, I just wanted to make sure that my position on the film and him were quite clear. As for your other comments, which were very respectful I thought, I just want to let you know that you are dead wrong if you believe that this would be a battle of wills, a battle to see who breaks first. That implies that I can be broken. I cannot. The only true battle would be to see how long you can last against me. How long you can stand before you break. You see, I knew that Keelan, Lars, Jamie and Amadeus would all be in the Chamber. I had planned accordingly for each of them in their own special little ways. But YOU…. with all the planning and everything, I wasn’t quite expecting to see you. Maybe I should have, considering your performances against Jamie and his ring rat, but hey, even the most expensive analysis computers fail, right? You, to me, are the wild card on this match. What you do may determine who walks out of the ring with gold and who doesn’t. But, as much as I’m concerned about your overall ability, it’s not enough for me to believe that you would ever topple me. Not in the chamber. Not in our past. Not in our future. But you are damn sure welcome to try to break the Unbreakable…only to be turned back with a vengeance instead.

Heheheh…. Keelan. That was quite a touching tale you spat out about your career and everything. I really feel flattered that you find me amusing, because honestly, I think you are the far better comedian! You tout ending Nightmare like it’s some grand accomplishment, like anyone outside of Voltage’s most hardcore fans know or give a shit about who Nightmare was. It still doesn’t change the fact that you haven’t been able to claim any glory while here. And…. I can’t believe that you would ask something so stupid: Would MY Triple Crown mean as much compared to those of other men? What? Are you serious? Uh, yeah, I fucking think it would mean SOMETHING to do something that only a handful of men have ever done. And not only to claim the World Championship, but to do it in an Elimination Chamber where I am a combined 0-4 in Singles competition against all the other competitors? To beat the man on the precipice of breaking the record as the longest reigning World Championship holder in EAW history and deny him that very special milestone. To secure my first Singles EAW Championship since 2014? To easily secure myself one of those “Comeback Wrestler of the Year” awards from all those internet sources too?

Uh, YEAH, I think that would be a pretty significant accomplishment.

And you think that…. Jacob Senn, Brody Sparks’ sex slave, Chris Elite, who wants to emulate Dedede so much he challenged him to an honest to God match for the “Gawd contract”, And Aren Mstislav, a man who GAVE UP ON INTERNATIONAL TELEVISION AGAINST TLA AND GAVE UP ON WRESTLING could beat me now? No. Even in my slumping form, I would manhandle the lot of them. Not to say that Chris Elite has not improved drastically since the days we used to come into contact on Dynasty and other federations, he really has come into his own. He is one of the rising stars of Voltage. But…really dude? Beat me? Nah. He’d have a great match with me, a match of the year candidate no doubt, but just no. And Jacob Senn? The Dollar General-quality Punisher? Brody’s Pegging Partner? Pfft. And Aren, as he would tell you himself, has no heart. I, for all the crap you talk about me you damn sure know this, have heart. It’s a dark, twisted heart, but one that beats with a vengeance, thumping in my chest. There is no one with more drive, more will, more resolve to persevere, to survive.

I’ll have my manager hook you up with all the comedy clubs in America if you’re believing the very bullshit you’re spitting out. We need to get you on this stage with this incredible talent you have for telling the most hilarious, fantastical fairy tales.

And…. you fucking idiot, I already said that Lars beat me in the tag team match. Do you just like hearing yourself talk or something, or do you have poor hearing? I thought I was the old man here, but it seems like you may need the hearing aid before I do. Yeah, you threw yourself at Apocalypse. Big fucking whoop-de-do. Do you want a gold star on your assignment to show everyone what a special job you did? Or maybe I can get one of those smiley face stickers instead? And to answer your question, hmm…. I don’t like losing, but my career is still going on and I still wish I had broken your fucking skull with a barbed wire baseball bat. SO…yes, hurting you actually means a lot to me. It means more than it probably should. My perfect morning would consist of a IHOP breakfast combo, a good hard fuck with a beautiful bitch, a line of fresh-cut Nicaraguan cocaine and making you bleed. Now, I’m a little crazy and known to be excitable, but you have become one of the most annoying, repetitive, too dumb for his own good pests I’ve ever had the displeasure to know. You are NOT my main focus. You are not my priority. I have much more important business to conduct in the Chamber and honestly, I don’t feel like being bothered with someone like you. But if I have to, if you insist on once again testing your luck against the Strongest Arm in EAW, I will hit you with the Southern Lariat, and I will put you down and kill your dreams to become Champion and build a legacy for you where they stand.

Lars, I honestly don’t need a lecture on the Elimination Chamber. I keep hearing you talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk about how dangerous it is. About all the stuff we’re going to have to do in it to survive. About how it shortens careers and will change us all forever. You sound like a virgin trying to convince everybody, including himself, that he fucked the prom queen. I get it. The Chamber is a dangerous structure. I’ve been in it before. Don’t have any wins to show for my efforts, but I have been in two of them that I can remember. Maybe there was another one, but you know, old age. But, yeah, I’ve been in enough of these to know what’s going to happen and all the dangerous, wild, violent shit that comes along with it. Everything that you’re probably thinking of doing or plan to do or will do I’ve probably already done or seen done in an Elimination Chamber. Now, somebody like you who I obviously don’t think is stupid, at BARE MINIMUM SMARTER THAN KEELAN AND AMADEUS, I think you should be a little more mindful and intelligent about what you’re saying. You are basically asking me to reveal everything about the strategy I have worked so hard to set in motion. Uh? No. And for the record, I don’t believe just targeting your injured ribs and back and legs and whatever injuries you have internally will be enough.

Believe me, there are plenty of other things that I have planned for each and every one of you if I have to employ said tactics. Am I going to tell all of you what they are to just look like a fucking idiot? No. And…. don’t you think that I haven’t considered many weapon possibilities and considered that Cameron or Madison may intervene on behalf of their beaus or maybe someone from whatever’s left of Nightmare may come to help Amadeus or kill Amadeus or whatever. Maybe Aliens come down in the middle of the match and take TLA away for testing. I don’t know. And honestly, I don’t give a shit. And to answer your question, I don’t have to worry about the plan failing because it’s not going to fail. I don’t really think you and Keelan in particular realize all of the preparation started for this well before I came back. There will be a reckoning Saturday, and the final judgement of Jamie O’Hara’s title reign will come by my hands and my hands alone. If Plan A fails, Lars, believe me, there is always a Plan B.

In situations like these, I prefer to hedge my bets. And…. that leaves just one person left. Jamie O’Hara, the World Champion and guiding light of Voltage.

O’Hara…. I have one thing to say to you….

Right now, I have absolutely nothing to say. No, I tell a lie, I do have one thing…. Treasure these moments as World Heavyweight Champion as if they were your last.

Because they are.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 10:43 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

III.

Sigh.

Once again, El Ironico proves to me that he is the least intelligent person in this match. It seemed like with this idiot, he managed to discuss every point...but this match. Oh how, I grow bored of this. I grow bored of hoping that We are the Bollocks will convince us all that they’re legit competition. On one hand, you have Finnegan Wakefield, as much as he may be annoying to talk to, he seems to have the correct mindset in this month. Then, you have El Ironico. A man with no purpose or direction whatsoever. When you look at We are the Bollocks at a unit, The Heart Break Gal is correct; there is no dynamic between this team. There is no sense of unity. Sometimes, I feel like I have to individually warn you and Finnegan of what Di Consentes plans to do with your team at Road to Redemption. We are not talking to one cohesive unit. We are talking to two individuals. Sure, you could say that you have no experience in teams. You were originally singles competitor, but in this dog eat dog environment we call EAW, you need to learn to adapt. You continue to look for ways to keep yourself on the minds of people. You need to do whatever it takes to find yourself on top of the company. That is something that you don’t understand. You may not care about being a star. You might not give a damn about what the men in nice suits think of their talent. You are El Ironico and you’ll do as you please! You’ll continue to find yourself in hot water until it leads you to your firing. You don’t care about giving a good performance. You’ll take a tainted victory because to you, it still means a victory no matter what. I’m not like that at all. I want to be part of the best match of the card. I want a five-star rating. I want to know that I did whatever it took to make sure that I leave a lasting impression in that ring. I want to be the best. HBG wants to be the best. Di Consentes wants to be the best newly formed tag team out there. One way to accomplish that is to win the Grand Prix. That’s our proof out there other than our performances in the ring. That’s our proof other than us constantly bashing our words through your thick skull. I have sense in my words. You leave us puzzled with whatever the fuck you’re trying to get out of your mouth. Do you honestly think whatever you say comes off as something intelligent to say? Or, do you just not give a damn about your opponents? Do you just not give a damn that you’re on the road to suffer defeat this weekend? You have nothing valuable to bring to this discussion. You have done nothing to make yourself look good this week. It’s honestly a recurring story with you, Ironico. Calling us jokes will accomplish nothing at all. I mean, who are you to call us jokes? Do you think that you will accomplish something if you managed to get under our skins? Do you think that we will start trembling of anger because El Ironico of all people said something to us? Di Consentes doesn’t need to result to any mind games to get our points across. We don’t need to result to any mind games to make sure we win. We’ll win this weekend. We’ll do everything in our might to make sure We are the Bollocks are not the winners of the Grand Prix this year. Perhaps, there is always next year for you two. That is if Finnegan even cares about you. I mean, he is New Breed Champion after all. He probably has bigger priorities than trying to trying to comprehend with whatever the fuck you’re trying to say. You can probably accept the fact that you two aren’t perfect. You two will never be Hall of Famers. You’re just We are the Bollocks, runner-ups in the Grand Prix. The very last team Di Consentes eviscerated in order to win.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 10:28 pm by **Mr. DEDEDE**

Okay Chris, I gave it a nice try. I tried to keep our dialogue elevated to a point of you and I having an honest and productive conversation, but I see you're not interested in that. Fine, let's take this thing another direction.

First of all, don't ever compare yourself to Haruna or Nobi ever again. Three years into Haruna's career and she's been dealt every shit hand in the book and continues to find the will inside to remain consistent, even if she is an underachiever. By the time you hit your three year mark here you had already bailed from EAW 5 fucking times. And you want to put yourself in the same league as Nobi? Literally one of the most self driven people in this entire roster, who takes the blame for every setback he's ever had? While every time you've had a set back you manage to find a way blame it on somebody else. You slander Cameron Ella Ava when she's had an infinitely better career in EAW than you, what's the obsession with you slandering your superiors? You should be kissing her ass and thanking her for even taking the time to compete with you and yet you act like you're better than her because she accepted her loss to Jamie O'Hara. What did you want her to do? Whine and cry like a petulant bitch about how she was "screwed" the way you like to do? Or maybe blame someone else the way you blamed your tag team partner after HBG and Cam defeated you on Showdown - in a short ass match nonetheless. You almost fucked this whole investment up between you and I by losing like a bitch to a couple of bitches, but instead of admitting you had a flawed strategy you tried to save face by throwing Rex under the bus and only ended up showing your hand. For someone who see's themselves as so brave you sure act like a gutless weasel, but in your head publicly talking shit about me somehow means you've got balls? Newsflash, it's not 'brave' to risk your job by talking bad about your own boss when you've been in and out of EAW more times than anybody can count. In reality half the Empire roster has bigger balls than you, and I ain't throwing any subliminals or breaking any fourth wall, I mean the girls in EAW have more cajones than you because behind the coined slogans and bag of tricks you are a dickless piece of shit.

Now you can try to spin my words any way you want to but I BEG you to tell me where I just told a damn lie. I'm waiting??? Because you only have two options from here Chris, either you admit that you're a fraud and a character, or admit that you're really as spineless as you portray yourself to be. I'm willing to accept that every part of you is the real Chris Elite if it means so much to you. Even if this whole show you put on is the real you, all that means is that 'the real' Chris Elite is still a fake motherfucker. You stood up there on your high horse several weeks ago on Voltage with your fake reverend accent on some Hillary Clinton shit preaching to the choir about how you represent the rest of the EAW Elitists who've all been held down by me. If you really give a fuck about the lesser EAW Elitists why don't you split your newest royalty checks with the roster? Why don't you donate your time into pulling other people up since you're so altruistic all of a sudden? I already know why Chris, because you're a hypocrite and you're a liar. You don't give a damn about anyone else in EAW unless it suits you, then you'll throw their name around and use them as a pawn to support your bullshit narrative. It's the same trick that Zack Crash used three years ago to take this entire company from me, but Zack Crash had something that you don't have which is actual clout.

As a matter of fact Chris, it's good that you continue to 'thank' me because I deserve every ounce of gratitude for everything I've done for you. Unlike Zack Crash, or Jacob Senn, or Robbie V, or anyone else you've namedropped, you are the only one who has nothing to show for any of your time in this company. You didn't build anything Chris. All you did was build a reputation that you probably get sick of hearing about from your opponents because at this point it's a dark cloud that hovers over your head. Coming from someone who has never faced you before I can confirm you're just as lowly as everyone else says you are. Eventually when you hear the same thing from different people you have to at some point come to the conclusion that there's a disconnect and that maybe these 30-some odd people aren't all lying their ass off. If you run into an asshole one day, then you ran into an asshole. If you run into assholes all day, maybe you're the asshole. Did you ever consider that, Chris? Or is it this white noise of repeating my name over and over that's blocking you out from any sort of logic whatsoever? Is it really too much of a reach to consider your new little catchphrase a cry for help, when you've turned to "FUCK RYAN ADAMS" every single time you needed to cover for your losses? You haven't been able to pin point a single time I denied you any opportunity. The closest you can come is to the infamous night we first crossed paths at the EAW Draft, when you literally DEMANDED that I hand you the Interwire title. Ask yourself Chris, would anybody else in your situation be taken seriously? Imagine if Steven Adams demanded that he be voted NBA MVP over Russell Westbrook? Would anybody take his hobo looking ass the fuck seriously? Because that is the equivalent of what you demanded, you wanted the EAW Chairman to hand you a championship after you had such a bad reign as EAW New Breed Champion in 2016 that we needed two actual good New Breed Champions to compensate for your shitty run. And by the way I'm not about to let that slide - how the hell do you still gotta compete in the New Breed division when you were 7 years in the fucking game? : mjlol : I understand if you have a bit of seniority on you and you use that title scene to slap around some of the newer kids, but you couldn't even hold on to the title for more than 2 months, you were a filler champion for Rex McAllister. Imagine being that garbage at your profession, I'd sooner kill myself before living a life as empty as yours.

And you're still stupid enough to come at me Chris!?!? ME!? Saying that I held YOU back!? That's where the competitor inside of me starts to froth at the mouth and that itch starts to come back, because on a man to man level it's disrespectful to me that you would go that far out of your way to compensate for your own inadequacy because you knew that it would get you the attention that your attention-whoring self so desperately craves. Well if you get to somehow benefit off of it, I might as well maximize some profit for myself, and that's the only reason why I didn't let Kenny Drake fire your punk ass. What's even more annoying is that you didn't bother going at CM Banks or Jaywalker, you didn't slander HRDO's name when he was CEO, you didn't come after any other EAW legend with that kind of disrespect. No, you chose to fuck with me and try to shame me into handing you success. So here we are Chris, and I don't need an Extreme environment to send the message, I don't need any stipulations or weapons, I just need to completely outclass you - and when it comes to outclassing my opponents, it's easier to me than breathing. That's not the Chairman and CEO speaking to his own employee either, because you and I are no longer at that level anymore. This is the fucking king of this whole shit talking down to a joker who doesn't know his place. Just because you caused a bit of commotion in the king's court doesn't mean you have control, because the court jester doesn't get to make the laws in the kingdom. So if all you've got to say is "Fuck Ryan Adams", well for once we actually agree on something.

Fuck Ryan Adams, at Road To Redemption you get The Gawd.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 10:17 pm by **The Consigliere**

THE CHAMBER - III

Do you know how many bridges I have burned just to get to this point? Me neither. When personal ambitions are on the line, there are no lovers, brothers and friends, no one is true enough to have your back or shelter you without asking for anything in return, you can't have the same goals and ideals that is reserved for one person alone and expect them to not betray, and that is a lesson I have learned with a heavy heart this past year alone. I've had to go through all lengths to protect myself and my best insterest. I've had to keep myself distant, and motivate myself to get up from my slumber while the demons crawl in bed to ensure that I keep my eyes shut. Through all the bullshit, the drama and the emotional stress I have been put through, I survived. Through all the beatings and the physical brutality, I remain strong. With all those facts at hand, I remain seated with anticipation, unafraid of the consequences and the punishment of the extreme elimination chamber, as a matter of fact, it is a sweet joyous moment that I look forward to.

It's so easy to point fingers and jump to conclusions on the things you don't understand. For someone who has constantly bragged about the trials and tribulations he has been put through, for someone who uses his horrible showing whenever a title is on the line as an excuse to deserve the EAW Championship, it seems like you can't even look at the circumstance with a fresh pair of eyes, with a point of view of a person who has gone through heartaches and suffering and is more than willing to endure much more of the same bullshit for the sake of holding the belt. But let me make one thing perfectly clear just so we are on the same page -- I don't have a back up plan. I only have a next plan, and a next plan after that. I refuse to give anyone the satisfaction and the idea of me beaten down so badly, I lose hope and remain stagnant and never-progressing because of what they have caused. I stay alive to spite them. I keep fighting to mock them. Does the weight of the world title have more value to me than the unified tag team championship? Maybe. But does it mean that I would throw that match, leave my partner behind just to focus on another? No. I am the picture of greatness, Theron, and no one else can compare. I am capable of putting in a five star performance in one match before jumping off on another with the same fire, the same drive that has been ignited, because when you're on a quest to seek glory with your firearms ablaze, limitations must only be a speck of dust in your mind, it is non-existent. I can't say I'm surprised that you're having a hard time grasping those simple thoughts, you are too consumed with the idea that a higher being is picking on you and making certain your quest is designed to be more difficult. Come to me with a self-diagnosed paranoid personality disorder, that's fine, but the fact that you easily lose hope, the idea that after you don't win this elimination chamber turns your dreams into graveyard soil sickens me to the core. Some people wait years for their time to shine, I was not given that same opportunity for the fact that I reside on another world fighting other battles, and yet here I am making the most of the time that is given to me, constantly exercising my capabilities... for what? For the EAW Championship! Because I want it. Because I would turn into a beastly version of me just to take it. Because I would be willing to inflict pain and destruction and watch the world burn just so I can keep what I desire in my arms. You feel that I don't express enough desperate need just because I don't spend time crying about it, that's fine. I've been past the point of taking anyone's opinion to value because if I spent too much time listening to these goons and ghouls who dare tell me who I am, then I'd be back to Empire leading yet another pointless revolution. Unlike you, I am not going to let my dreams die because of a handful of losses, if anything it motivates me to try again. Don't ever think that my attention is divided as I reach multiple goals, for I work with many purpose. I am not going to throw a tantrum should one thing not go my way. Demons may dig their claws on my back, but I will stand still ready to go for the attack. I am not afraid of bruises and cuts. I am not scared of the painful recoil that resulted in my recklessness and spontaneity so long as I succeed. I am a survivor. And at Road to Redemption, I will be a victor.

For so long I assumed that Tiberius Jones would at least give his two cents and more when there's a message sent his way, but I'm not surprised that someone who clings on the last thread would finally say "fuck it" and go willy-nilly, virtually giving up on the idea of retaining. From all the handful of threats, all we get is a "got you, I'm not really serious about this" sentiment in a sad attempt to make it all seem like a lesser deal than it actually is. Everyone is working hard, on their computers finding ways to creatively use weapons and attack their opponents to no-end, working out and preparing inflict pain, uploading videos filled with intentions of cruelty that would soon leads to their high spirited success and all the while Tiberius Jones is making a living mockery of himself. His lazy words meshed with an "I don't care this is all comedy" attitude already speaks volumes of how he intends to approach the upcoming match. Tiberius Jones went from a man who calls himself a beast that will terrorize your village, steal your belongings and rape your women, into a walking defense mechanism that is only concerned of clearing his name... so that when he falls, his reputation does not fall with him and he can use that to save his face when forced to make excuses after all has been said and done. It's truly remarkable, and while every Rex, Theron and Cage, would simply ignore and dismiss your feeble attempts, I stand here with a smirk on my face listening intently, finding humor in the fact that another champion has once again found himself in a state most champions go through -- the state of approaching a dead end. And knowing there is no other direction, you are forced to make a decision -- to fight with your life and risk everything to keep your belt, or stay where you are and let it go because you know deep down that there is nothing that you can do to stop the changing wind. You picked the latter because you're incapable of living up to the former. You might as well just show up in the Chamber for formality if you're not interested in shedding blood. But ofcourse it's not just you who seems to be at a dead end here, there's also Diamond Cage. It's like Tiberius Jones, but without the title. So consumed of the idea of brutality that he doesn't even notice the opposition already constructing a formula on the chalkboard that forsees his next words. So obessed with the thought of recklessness without working smart gets him the EAW Championship as he paces back and forth, that everyone can see he has become a predictable mess and a lesser threat each passing day. It's like handing a club to a modern-day neanderthal, he goes forward and beats the shit out of his opponent without even taking into consideration the possibility of someone else using that recklessness to their advantage. A sad story, but one that needs to be told. The irony of a self-proclaimed machine being so full of emotions. One moment he speaks of brutality and violence, and the next he tells tales of all the personal trauma, all of the weakness and vulnerability, it's worrying that in the midst of a wrestling performance he takes a moment to break down and cry because fate didn't do him any favor. Fate put up trials, locked him in chains, placed him behind bars, as he waited paitently hoping to become a stronger warrior, only for the world to witness that he is in a far worse position than he was before with a pitiful mindset set for destruction, a fantasy of dominance hammered directly in his brain because the truth is... he was never being tested, he was just unlucky. He doesn't want to acknowledge anyone else's opinion. He speaks of himself. He speaks to himself. It's quite a sight from where I'm standing. But ofcourse you know the Heart Break Gal, if you don't want to give her the time of the day, she doesn't force you to, just by the end of it all don't say I didn't tell you so. All the brutality that you speak so bravely about. All the hatred. The animosity. The savagery. They will all be proven ineffective once faced with The Heart Break Gal's rage and persistence. Just don't feel discouraged if what you deem impossible happens and you start questioning everything you know... with me out there on display as EAW Champion.

Are you really going to give me a hard time because my confidence doesn't sit well with you, Rex? You seem to always find a problem with literally everything you see. iDubbbz creates a "content cop" on Jake Paul, and what'dya know, its actually for Ricegum and it just fucking ruins your day and you start to break everything in your house! You have that constant grunt on your face that makes everyone that looks at you uncomfortable. And I would say stop, but I know that grunt. I have seen it a handful of times in our previous exchange, it goes with a particular way that you change how you speak. It's Rex McAllister, pretending to be calm and collective, when in truth he is just masking his frustrations due to the fact that he has absolutely no argument left, nothing to point out that is of importance, and he just wants to place his shaky hands on each side of your skull and crack it open with his bear hands, it's almost pathetic. I'm like a bug that's so hard to kill, huh? Like poison that you can never wash out because the symptoms will always come back. I am fully aware that I am in a different environment, and that I have to start from scratch, I am not going to be treated like a queen once I step in a Showdown arena, and those were the precautions and disclosures that I was willing to accept way before anyone realizes that I can lose my head any given week because of the decisions I made. The big change in the rivals list. The physical disadvantage. I have been reminded so many times that I don't belong here. I have been told by a handful of idiots that my place is not to fight among men but to look pretty in the middle of the Empire ring. Tiberius Jones was a big endorser of that, and he was made to look like a fool when he was forced to crawl down the drain knowing that his victory over me was the last one he ever gets. But despite the drawbacks, the minor setbacks, the name-calling and the Rex McAllisters that doesn't seem to get the point as he spins the wheel of his repetitive attempt for a debate, it doesn't change the fact that no matter what he does, I continue to take a step forward in my progress while he takes two steps back. You act like reciting facts and ideas everyone already knows causes an epiphany that will change the way I see the world, like I'm only realizing now after almost eleven months of signing with Showdown that it's going to be a bigger challenge. Well no fucking shit, Rex. Gee, I didn't know that! All this just goes to show that you have no original thought to use against me, no matter how hard you try you can never get me rattled. So why don't you just roll in the mud like the stupid farm animal you are? You're making way more progress that way. Because Rex, there is a reason why I won the very first spot at the Elimination Chamber despite you constantly reaching out for a helping hand in your matches and calling it "delivering results". Tell me, Rex, what exactly have you done at my expense? What is this grand plan that you have fulfilled from walking over me? I'll spell it out to you again: NOTHING. No matter how you hype it up and pepper your speech with the goal of belittling me, the fact remains you have no fucking point because you have no accomplishment to show. I walk this path alone. I worked for my opportunities on my own. You talk so highly about eclipsing your every opponent in your downward spiral existence, when in truth you are just a mere shadow that will never come close to the light. You are not a master-puppeteer, you are just a bitchboy who spends more time being controlled by an outsider nobody knows about, than making bold statements and expressing serious intentions about earning gold. You are not the main attraction, you are just a sideshow waiting to be replaced. You are not the future, you are just an annoying gum stuck under my shoe. You'll be scraped out of the picture whether you like it or not. Brushed off and thrown in the trash like you are nothing. While I take the one thing you have always wanted, place right above my shoulder proudly showing it to the world as they see me for what I am: An image of perfection.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 10:16 pm by **The Consigliere**

GRAND PRIX - III

Never did I brag about any accomplishments. Maybe you should take a look at what your partner has been saying before pointing fingers on how such topics were brought up in the first place, Ironico. Though, I have to be honest, I don't speak retard, you truly caught my weakness so I suppose you have that going. A little gibberish here, some half baked criticisms there, and I get it.. Not all can be William Shakespeare, and all you're doing is abstract art but in verbal form! Correct? Real efforts seem to be lost on you, and it's no wonder why you're in the position you're in today. Nobody sees your potential, if it even existed. Nobody sees you as anything more than a comedy skit that keeps the crowd entertained from all the misery and the tension and the brutality that goes on in the ring, instead of being a part of it. Your presence is not in-demand. And I suppose I understand why Finnegan Wakefield thinks he's suddenly funny, he's got you to thank for that! But do you know what the consequences are of the kind of demeanor you display? It gets you nowhere. It places you in a dark cave, isolated, unwanted, terrified in your miserable existence, and I've heard this "i have nothing to lose" mentality more times than I can count just to save face and have a reason to wake up in the morning after you've realized that stomping on the opportunity to become tag team champion is a vile mistake that you have just made especially upon realizing that you may not get this chance again, and then you think for another moment that all is fine, there wouldn't be any difference whether or not you tried to gun for victory all because you underestimated the competition and the mere fact that you were facing Di Consentes. And back to square one you go sulking in your worthless existence. I know, you don't care about winning, this is all just having fun, it's all about coming to the ring with a brave face and walking out, not necessarily proud of the work you put, but proud to say you tried. And what if you are forced to deal with the devil and the jokes do not suffice as any instrument to your salvation? I suppose that is not for me to answer. You'll deal with that when the time comes, and that moment is closer than you imagine. If you come at us looking like a laughing stock, expect to be treated as such. And any effort you make at Road to Redemption is not going to change that.

"Have you ever started from the bottom?"

I'm sorry, but I don't have a commoner mentality, Finnegan. The idea of starting from the bottom is foreign to me. I became a Vixens Champion one month after debuting as a singles competitor, so I never really know what it's like to start from nothing when you always get everything. Oh, it's so difficult to be me! I was never a rookie. I am blind to the struggles of second-rate performers like yourself. Do you want to know why? Because I never step in a battle in an EAW ring if I knew I didn't have what it takes to keep up with the big competition. Right out of training, if I knew I was just going to be pushed around and left for dead, I wouldn't jump in and try to bash anyone's face in. Sure there were heart breaks and heartaches along the way, losing matches when you weren't supposed to, losing everything because you were outperformed, but in the conclusion of it all, I find a way to win. There is just this big gap between you and me that is a hindrance to a common understanding, Finnegan. I have already proven that I am a star athlete who will thrive to upstage the competition, and it's only a matter of maintaining that standard that will continuously define my greatness. Working hard for you is failing nine times and finally succeeding at the tenth try, you get a cookie for getting one thing right after enduring so many losses against the midcard league, but I define working hard as tearing my opponents to shreds just to get a spot in the main event scene gunning for gold greater than anything you can accomplish. Anyone can say I'm hollow because they lack understanding of who I am and what I'm capable of. They only see what they want to see without taking into consideration how much blood I poured out and tears I shed through the years just to realize my goals. They have conveninently taken out of their memories the flesh I've had to burn and the faces I've had to scar just to be in the position that I am in right now. They see only entitlement. They see only a demand for respect. Rightfully so, so I can't say I'm complaining. It shouldn't be a surprise to you that the crowd only look at you as an first-round elimination, the inferior team never to be heard from again, as opposed to how they speak highly of Di Consentes destined to win by default. They know for a fact that we have the Unified Tag Team Championships on lock. They can tell that we are the force to be reckoned with that will make history and break records, as we eliminate all the teams that dare threaten our reign. I know that you're coming to me with a feast for pity, you try your best to make me see your point of view while you parade your mentally-absent partner, and I understand completely Finnegan. You have worked so hard to get to the finals with that thing, but it doesn't take away my intentions of decimating you to a fraction of what you are now for the mere fact that you disgustingly assume I was ever a filthy bottomfeeder like you. It's not an option, but a need to let the crowd be aware of what Di Consentes is willing to do to secure their dominance in the airwaves touched in this land of elite. We will be there fighting our battles the best way we know how, consuming the victory as we shake the crowd in our already-known greatness. No one is going to remember your alliance after the dust settles, you and Ironico will start to blame each other searching for reasons why you walked out empty handed when the true reason is the mere fact that you were facing Di Consentes, and so whatever bond you thought you had will be buried in the grave just like the rest of the teams that attempted their luck but couldn't capitalize even when the strength in numbers. We are the Bullocks will be nothing but victims, the kind that will take the harrowing impact of the aftershock, while Di Consentes as a unit will move forward in their journey truly as a force to be reckoned with.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 8:39 pm by **Savannah Sunshine**

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THERE'S JUST NO TELLING HOW FAR I'LL GO.

Today was the day Savannah had been waiting for the most, aside from RTR day of course. Today, she was going to go meet up with two of the best friends she had ever met in this business. Two men she had befriended almost instantly during her first go around inside the ring, two men who were members of the stable she was in before her injury. Two men who were practically brothers to her, two men who always gave her that push she needed. After taking the time to shower and dress, she had almost walked out of her hotel room until she realized she didn't have her shoes on. "Who forgets their shoes?" She questioned herself as she shook her head and slipped on some faux fur shoes that were easy to slip on and off. Grabbing her keys, she nodded as she was ready to head out for her day out with two guys she hadn't seen in far too long.

Two guys who were always there when she needed them the most, she had missed them so dearly and she was so happy to be able to spend time with them today of all days. Fingers tapped against the steering wheel as she drove, seated at a red light that seemed to be stuck on red forever. Even with barely any cars passing by as she waited for it to turn green. Her phone connected to her radio as she was playing the Disney Pandora station as the sounds of "How Far I'll Go" from Moana blared through her speakers. "Every turn I take, every trail I track... Every path I make, every road leads back to the place I know where I cannot go. Where I long to be!" She takes a brief pause, inhaling a big breath before she's belting her lungs out. "See the line where the sky meets the sea, it calls me and no one knows how far it goes! If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know! If I go, there's just no telling how far I'll go!" The song continues to play as Savannah finally drives through the light, making a right hand turn she's glancing around as she's unfamiliar with where she is. Another day, another new town and city and everything was always confusing for her. But, there it was with its giant sign just a few lights away. The giant welcoming sign of the local Applebee's where she would be meeting both of her friends. She drove through each light accordingly, stopping at the red lights and slowing down at the yellow lights unlike people who normally slammed on the gas and gunned it. She knew how to follow traffic patterns and she had no time to get a ticket in a place she was unfamiliar with. Pulling into the parking lot of the Applebee's, she stepped out of the car with her sunglasses placed upon her face.

Walking inside of the Applebee's, Savannah removed her sunglasses and took a look around before her eyes landed on her pals who were seated at a booth in the bar area. Happily skipping over towards her friends, she wore a bright smile as they pulled her in for a group hug as soon as she reached their booth. "Andy, Mikey! I'm so glad to see you two again finally!" She exclaimed before they finally released her and she slid into the booth between her two friends. The waitress finally comes over now that Savannah has arrived and she asks everyone what they would like to drink. Andy and Mikey both order a beer and now it's Savannah's turn to order her drink. "Um, I'll have a virgin Strawberry Daiquiri with extra, extra, extra whipped cream!" Savannah clasps her hands together on the table and the waitress nods jotting all of this down before letting them know that she would be back shortly with their drinks. "So, how are you feeling this week with everything going on?" Andy speaks up first, browsing through the menu as if he doesn't already know what he wants even though they've been here plenty of times. "Well, I'm a little nervous but that's to be expected. I've got a lot on my plate with all five women in this match coming up and... I'm a little outta' my element with it being such a crazy match. But, I think I'll surprise everyone honestly." Savannah nods, a small smile on her lips as Mikey slaps a hand on her shoulder with a grin.

"Duh, that's your forte kid. Always pulling out all the stops no matter what it takes, bringing everyone to their feet so that they're cheering for you. That's just the kind of person you are!" Savannah nods, sighing slightly as the waitress comes back with their drinks before taking their order and walking away. "Apparently, doing this for everyone else is a problem..." Savannah rolls her eyes sarcastically, annoyed with Brody's statement. Andy nearly chokes on his drinks as he glances at his friend. "What? Who said that bullshit to you?!" Savannah laughs softly and shrugs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just some lady in the match with me at RTR. Apparently, I need to be doing this for my own selfish reasons like everyone else because proving my worth isn't enough... Because doing this for everyone who has ever believed in me is not enough to get me through this at all." She sighs audibly, head falling into her folded arms on the table as Mikey rubs a hand against her back. "Chin up, 'Vannah. She doesn't understand how people like you work, she doesn't understand that you do what you do for yourself and everyone else." He sighs softly and picks her head up. "Don't let her get to you, you'll only be giving her what she wants." Savannah nods understandingly as she shakes her head a bit.

"I just really hate that people honestly think me feeling that way isn't enough to push me. This is who I am and this is who I have always been. Someone who has had support behind her from day one, someone who has always broke the mold and proved everyone wrong. Someone who always believed in herself even when others didn't and nobody is ever going to change that. Ever." Savannah exhaled a soft breath and played with her straw wrapper as she took a large sip from her drink. Dipping a finger into the large mound of whipped cream on top, she popped her finger into her mouth licking it clean. This whole thing had her on edge and she hated how she was feeling, but that was what was going to get her through this. The pure anger coursing through her veins over everyone doubting her and over people belittling her. "Do you ever get tired of people telling you things you already know? Like, it's almost as if they're repeating things everyone has already told you! Like, I don't understand... I don't need everyone repeating the same old song and dance to me! I need them to come at me with some actual originality for once, not the same old thing." She rubs her hands against her face and shakes her head, Andy and Mikey glancing at one another with a look of shock at her sudden outburst of irritation. She lets out a small growl of frustration before poking at her drink again, this time ignoring the straw and downing a good portion of it and almost forgetting the consequences of her actions.

"Ahhhh, brain freeze!" She said a little too loudly, a few patrons glancing their way as she rubbed at her temples. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She huffs slightly and instead sets her drink aside before crossing her arms over her chest and sinking back into the booth with an audible sigh. "I'm tired, guys... I am so tired of everyone treating me like a child because I'm the most optimistic soul around here. I get it, it's okay to be jealous of someone who has a bright personality! It's okay to be upset that people actually pay attention to someone like me while others are still doing whatever it takes to gain attention in any way, shape or form that they can. I do things my way just like the next person and if anyone else has anything else to say about it then they can say it to my face next time." She slams her fist gently onto the table in front of them and huffs slightly. "Everyone always has something to say about me, everyone always has time to say these things whenever they're not standing face to face with me and that's okay! But, when I'm proving everyone wrong and handing out the SWEETEST taste of revenge in a few days?" She giggles at her own silly pun. clearing her throat.

"Hey, hand me my phone will you?" Andy reaches over the table sliding Savannah's phone towards her as she pulls up the camera app and starts filming herself now. "Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to two of my closest friends for the past... nearly six years... Andy and Mikey!" Savannah pulls her friends in close and they flash matching grins towards the camera before she releases them and sits up straight. Pushing some hair from her face, she inhales a deep breath before nodding. "Oh, by the way Brody! These two have been my friends for almost six years now. Even when I was injured with the possibility of never wrestling again, they were still there for me. See, that's the difference between you and I... I do this because I love what I do and I love seeing those smiling faces everywhere I go. I do this because I am a fighter and I know just what I am capable of but when people like you question my reasons for doing what I do and then tell me why you do what you do?" Savannah laughs and shakes her head rolling her eyes. "It all makes sense 'cause people that do this for the same reasons that you just said? They're selfish. That's all I got out of what you said, all you care about is winning titles and winning this and that and that's not what it's always about." She pauses, shifting slightly as a few patrons are leaving.

"See, it's okay to want things for yourself. But, to basically tell me that I'm acting like a child because I like making the fans happy and I like doing this for those who have rallied behind me? That's a load of barnacles! You know where I would be without all of these people behind me? I would be done, my career would be over because they helped me through months and months of rehab. They sent me letters and tweets and so many other encouraging things to push me through and you're a spiteful witch if you think I'm not going to appreciate them for as long as I live!" She closes her eyes for a moment and rolls her neck trying to relieve some of the tension she was feeling, but it didn't really help. "Y'know... People like you are the ones I have everything and then some to prove to. People like you don't like people like me for the sole reason that people like me are optimistic and cherish everything we have been given. From day one, I have been talked about good or bad but mostly good and I always have something to prove to my doubters and you don't get to say you know how I fell because you don't! You don't know what it's like to let down so many people who believe in you when you have everything to give. So, don't go there with me okay? Just... Don't do it."

She pulls her glass towards her, downing the last bit of her drink before calling over the waitress and ordering a new drink that wasn't frozen. Nodding as the waitress walked away again, Savannah inhaled a small breath. "But, let's start from the beginning of your little statement shall we?" Savannah shifts the phone in her hand and lets it sit upon the table on it's small stand connected to the case. After making sure the video was still filming, she nodded her head as her hands came together on the table. "First mistake you made was comparing Haruna to me even in the slightest because I am not nor will I ever be anything like her. I don’t need to stoop so low as to attacking innocent people just to get some attention I so badly desire. I don’t need to render someone with a concussion just to make sure everyone is paying attention. I don’t need to attack other people with help from my ‘waifu’ in order to look strong. That’s where Haruna and I are different because I can do bad all by myself… Well, good. I can do good all by myself.” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly before shrugging.

“But, enough about the one person who likes to pretend she’s done nothing wrong… Let me stop you because you’re claiming I’m complaining about anything. I have never once complained about any opportunity given to me, I have never complained about the odds being stacked against me because that… that is when I am at my best. I will do whatever is necessary to make sure I come out on top and even if I don't, I will make sure I come just close enough if I so happen to fail. I'll brush myself off and get back up because that's all anyone can do in that situation. If at first you don't succeed, you brush yourself off and try again in the famous words of my lord and savior Aaliyah. That's the thing, Brody... I don't need sympathy from you or anyone else. This opportunity has been given to me because obviously there is someone who thinks I'm actually making an impact and yes, this does mean the world to me. But, I'm not just going to do this for myself because I'm not the one who got this far alone. I got here because I've had people pushing me and supporting me through my entire journey eve before I got here to EAW. Cool, you don't care about people rallying behind you but I do! That's what keeps me going, knowing I am doing something to make a lasting impact upon the people who are out there cheering for me... Upon the people who never gave up on me. That is what matters the most to me because I love making everyone happy and that is as simple as it gets. Say whatever you want, I don't care anymore. Your words have no effect on me."

Savannah takes a moment to collect her thoughts as she takes a large sip from her glass of ice tea now. "At the end of the day, I'm happy to know I have made at least one friend around here. I have one goal in mind and that is to win that Women's Championship by any means necessary. Sure, Aria might be upset with me if I do end up dethroning her. But, she'll get over it and we'll be friends because that's how it works." Savannah takes another moment now, trying to collect her emotions up as she inhales a deep breath. "At the end of the day, I know I have made an impact simply by having the opportunity of being in this match and that alone is good enough for me." Savannah nods, proud of her words before moving on. "As for Aria, sure... We might not be friends forever, but as long as she's my friend at the end of all of this? I'll be happy knowing I have her in my life. Aria is right, I am wired differently. I have a different approach than everyone else in this match, heck... I am the nicest person in this match and that's okay! It's okay to be different and I learned that being different makes you so very special. Aria has been the one who has always saw the light shine within me when everyone else has tried to dull it. Aria has continued to be my biggest challenge thus far and now, she'll be my biggest challenge once again."

"But, I will not hesitate to take her out if need be... I will do whatever it takes to have that gold in my hands and around my waist. I will prove everyone wrong and I will take out my idol. There's a saying I have for this exact reason, sometimes we have to kill our heroes no matter how we feel about it. Sometimes we have to take them down with a single shot and no hesitation to take them out of the picture and to take from them what we so badly crave. Something I want so badly and have been given a shot at taking this early on in my career. If that means I have to take Aria and Brody and everyone else in this match out then that is exactly what I will do. Aria has proven that she doubts me much like everyone else, but that's simple. It's easy to doubt someone who is considered the weakest link, someone who you think isn't cut out for this match. But, I'll prove her wrong alongside everyone else when I'm ripping that title from her pretty little hands and putting it into my own hands. I will do whatever is necessary to shut up any doubters and anyone who thinks I can't do this by winning that title and it's as simple as that." Savannah shrugs and shuts the feed off now moving on to eating her food as the scene fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 8:25 pm by **Jacob Senn**

[The scene fades inside of a drab hotel room obscured by the darkness of the curtained windows that prevent the light of the Sun from entering into the room. A buzzing noise is heard throughout the room as a slight groan of irritation found to be coming from the wrinkled mass of blankets and sheets of the bed responds towards the cry of an alarm. A callous hand escapes from the bondage of the blanket to silence the alarm on the nightstand that rests beside him as a masculine physique lifts out of the bed. As the curtains start to drift across the railing to allow the light to peer into the room, the man is revealed to be Jacob Senn awakening from his restful slumber in a sullen state. The gloom and bleak expression drenched upon his face tells the story of how these recent months have been for him and his career. The frustration of being unable to achieve a modicum of success on his path towards realizing the redemption of the most humiliating night of his career, the inability to garner the attention of the divine deity of the company that he has spent his entire professional career towards, it has all burdened him with this toxic obsession that has spiraled down into a existence of despair. Jacob brushes his hand up against his face in an attempt to remain in his awoken state, pushing his body off of the bed to where he can stand as he almost drags himself into the bathroom, as another body has been noticed to be shifting deeper inside of the blanket. Jacob turns his head behind him to where he can look at the person that has shared the hotel room bed with him, a person of the feminine persuasion with golden locks of hair shown. He turns back towards the bathroom to enter as he flickers on the fluorescent lighting inside of it, an almost blinding light to those that have just risen out of their bed as if they did from the dead, to where he finally is gifted with sight to turn over to stare into the mirror. Jacob gazed at the reflection that stared back at him in the mirror, scoffing with a gruff of disappointment and irritation at himself, to where he just starts to have thoughts towards himself. However, instead of these messages being spoken to him through his own mind, he releases these voices out through his own lips due to the fatigue that has still been placed upon him from stress and his own obsession.]

Jacob Senn: Almost time… This time, you will do it… it will be your time to make a statement.

[Jacob Senn almost seems to have become entranced by the thoughts that perpetually are raised by his own mind, speaking to himself about how this moment shall be his, potentially speaking upon the chance in a manner of a few short days inside of a sadistic and vile amalgamation of steel and chain that he has become very familiar with. In this stipulation that strikes trepidation into the heart of even the most mighty of souls foolish enough to enter its domain, the prize of the EAW Answers World Championship has been noted by Jacob to be the final key towards unlocking the gates of the throne occupied by the target of his obsession. Almost as if his mind had gone through one of those flashbacks that you would find in a Hollywood production, he was reminded of the night that haunts him at every waking moment, shown by the wrathful scowl that has appeared on his face and the way his hand grips on the skin that they have been resting on. Jacob finally slams his hand into the mirror before him out of frustration in himself, to the point where you can obviously notice the scream that is about to burst out of him, only for him to be met with the embrace of the golden-haired woman who was with him. This woman would be revealed to be Brody Sparks, the on-screen partner of his that had been made evident to the audience during his reign as the EAW World Heavyweight Champion, as she would make an attempt to soothe her significant other from the troubles of his mind.]

Brody Sparks: Stop it.

Jacob Senn: What are you talking about, Brody?

Brody Sparks: You know exactly what I’m talking about.

[Brody Sparks slithers her hand from the back of his neck, curling her hand around to grasp him by the bearded chin of his, as she turns him around to look into her piercing sapphire eyes. The gaze that was on her face could be shown to be just as intimidating when put against the face made by her partner in Jacob Senn.]

Brody Sparks: Stop punishing yourself about what happened at Pain for Pride X. You’re supposed to be The Punisher, not the punished.

Jacob Senn: I can’t stop thinking about it. It was supposed to be the night where the world would finally respect me, where I would be not only recognized as a Hall of Famer, but as a symbol for this company. A symbol of inspiration, not one of humiliation that I became.

Brody Sparks: I know that’s what you’ve wanted, but Mr. DEDEDE was the one that walked out with victory on that night. We all have a bad night and you just had that.

Jacob Senn: The dreadful nights have been constant since that night, Brody. Every night, I’m left with the same memory tormenting me to no end. Every justified punishment that I’ve done, every war that I’ve won, and every championship that I’ve attained in my career has been eclipsed by this single bleak moment.

Brody Sparks: I know, dear. All last night, I could see the way that you tossed and turned in the night. To be honest with you, I’ve never seen you act this way.

Jacob Senn: It’s because of that bastard, Mr. DEDEDE, with his pompous and sanctimonious perspective about himself and anything that he touches. All I want to do is force him to endure what I’ve had to endure, to deal with the burden that I’ve had to deal with, and be met with the same humiliation that I was left with on that night. The only way that I return to the man that you once knew is by achieving this mission of vengeance.

Brody Sparks: Mr. DEDEDE doesn’t need to be your obsession, Jacob. You don’t have to spend your days and nights fixated on him. Why don’t we go back to sleep? Forget about all of this as we still have plenty of time between now and Road to Redemption?

[Brody Sparks starts to attempt to coax him into returning to the bed to where he can attempt to forget about all that has happened to him, but how could he forget? How could he forget the most embarrassing night of his life? How could he forget the way that he was left on that canvas in front of the biggest audience in EAW history? How could he forget the face of the man that delivered him a loss of the magnitude that would make even the greatest of men become shattered underneath it.]

Jacob Senn: NO! I’m not just going to forget about this! I can’t forget about it. This would be like me telling you to forget about the EAW Women’s Championship, forget about Consuela Rose Ava, or forget about anyone that has done something wrong against you. No, I need to do this.

Brody Sparks: No, you don’t. You’ve given everything to this company and if they don’t want to respect the sacrifices that you have gifted them, then leave them behind. Walk into StarrStan’s office at Road to Redemption and demand a release from your contract. You can spend your time with me and who knows? You can have the family that you’ve always wanted to have when you do it.

Jacob Senn: You want me to give this life up to stand beside you? Forget everything about EAW, Mr. DEDEDE, and the EAW Answers World Championship all for you?

[Brody Sparks takes a moment to consider the request that she had made towards him, already noticing that this might not turn out the way that she expected it to nor how she meant for it to be said, but the emotions of Jacob Senn peaked to where he might be at a breaking point.]

Jacob Senn: I can’t do that. If you knew me, you would know that I won’t be turned away from him. I’m going to gain my redemption and the only way I can do that is to go through the Elimination Chamber Match, defeat every single challenger that has been placed into that match, and finally claim the EAW Answers World Championship to taunt him with. Only then, will I be satisfied.

Brody Sparks: Jacob… do what you have to do. If you want to kill yourself over a petty loss at Pain for Pride X, be my guest. Just don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.

[A visibly upset Brody Sparks marches back towards the bed of the bleak hotel room, tossing the blankets onto her body as she returned to her slumber, while a frustrated Jacob Senn groans to himself about this situation.]

Jacob Senn: I’m going for a walk. Hopefully, this will help me clear my mind for a moment.

[Brody Sparks didn’t move a solitary inch while Jacob Senn walked over to adorn his street clothing of a midnight-black leather hooded jacket, a “Punisher” shirt of his own merchandise, and a pair of tattered blue jeans. He walked out of the door and looked straight towards a camera that was stationed outside of his room, rolling his eyes about this, but decided to go along with it.]

Jacob Senn: Does anyone blame me? Does anyone actually desire to criticize me about the reaction that I delivered towards what happened to me at Pain for Pride X? Did anyone find it unreasonable, out of character, or irrational of me to have the demand of a sequel to the tragedy that I was a part of? Pain for Pride X was a night that I will never forget, a night where every moment of greatness that I had culminated for nearly five years in my professional career with EAW evaporated, replaced with this depressing streak of failure that has plagued me since that fateful night under the event’s strobing lights. Sure, there have been flickers of pride during this dreadful moment of my tenure here with my recent victories of Scott Diamond and Hurricane Hawk, but all of it pales in comparison to that night. All I have been able to think about is the haunting memory of it, the bitter taste still permeating in my mouth of everything that I endured in that match, and the blatant disrespect that was offered in the aftermath to watch a prize that I fought with all of my passion to be left vacant for someone without an iota of brilliance in them to be able to replace the grand deity that sits atop his divine throne. I’ve lived in this torment for months on end now and at Road to Redemption, I will finally silence the voices that have plagued me about disappointment and defeat. The Elimination Chamber with all the sadism and malice that was created to craft such a behemoth to discard souls into to meet with one another in the tides of war, it has been fashioned to be a temple of the punishment that shall be inflicted upon the five foolish enough to defy my penance through the use of the treasure that is the EAW Answers World Championship to create the perfect opportunity for Mr. DEDEDE to look towards me once more. Five men dare to step into this pit of destruction with me to achieve their dream, to resurrect themselves in the golden glow that the world championship radiates, and to remain a symbol of hope to the naive audience that stands behind him. Each and every single one of them shall be met with a punishment that is deserving of them, a torment that shall haunt them much like the night where this all began does unto me, and nothing that they shall do will be able to prevent this fate from becoming a reality. The confidence of a veteran that has fallen from the graces of the heavens has been met with the delusion of the fall being a distant memory, but he shall soon be reminded of this. The memory of feeling the disappointment a goal unachieved, the bitterness harnessed inside of you for allowing this to happen unto you, it shall all soon be remembered like the day had only just begun once more. Hurricane Hawk might be elated to find himself in this match, a scenario he was removed from by my own hands when we met for the opportunity to enter into this chamber of sorrows and anguish, but he was rewarded through second chances. Of course, that would be how he walked into this match, for it has been the tale of his entire career in living through second chances. This match proves to be different and Hurricane Hawk, he’s no stranger to this. For his experience in this match is enough to allow him to know that in this match, there is no second chances. What has been a foundation in his career to be allowed to enter into a company that he has shown to be a failure towards on numerous occasions, it won’t be allowed inside of the chained walls of the Elimination Chamber. As much as we wants to believe this to be his second chance, this will not be that. No, it will be the final chance towards being able to retrieve the position that he once had for himself as a symbol of prestige and pride for this company, but that chance will soon be stripped away from him. Whether it’s by my hand or the hand of another, he shall fall inside of this chamber.

Though Hurricane Hawk isn’t the only devout in the belief of resurrection for another seeks this fabled path towards the famed spotlight that once belonged to him, the person being known as Scott Diamond. Clinging onto the hope that he would return to the promised land that he had once held under his thumb, he has been able to walk into this Elimination Chamber Match with that hope in his heart. With that said, there’s a natural law of the aspect of hope in this business. Hope is for the weak when natural talent and ability doesn’t capture success. I’ve proven this to be the truth when it only took me a matter of seconds to dispose of you in our preview match, shattered the figment of imagination that you have in hope that the Elimination Chamber will prove as your proving ground towards the return of your prestige, for that has been beyond repair. It was proven in the same moment that you were crowned EAW Hardcore Champion to where you were able to hold a championship, but to what end? What was the point of being the champion when you were so easily replaced by another talent that had youth on his side? What was the point when you were erased for a man that represented the values of the Hardcore Division better than you could ever hope to deliver on? Even though you came from the era of extreme that this business was founded upon, you still couldn’t stand against the talented rookie that snatched it from under you. On the night when you enter inside the house of horrors that the Elimination Chamber has become known for, a similar fate shall be made. A fate that was presented towards you on our first encounter when we competed against one another for the EAW Championship and more recently, on Dynasty when you failed to conduct yourself in a manner that begets a true world champion, and that shall be one that was delivered to me by this deity on high! A punishment through the destruction of your hope!

With destruction as the word that illustrates what the Elimination Chamber does unto the body, mind, and soul of a man that walks within its hallowed halls, Scott Oasis is a name that must be considered into the equation. To most of the audience that watches the program, he would be the heavy favorite to be crowned as the new EAW Answers World Champion inside of this unnatural beast of a structure. Can you blame them for this presumption as you have an unnatural beast in the form of the Elimination Chamber allowing the destruction of another beast to inhabit its confines? A man that has brutalized one of the most revered names of this sport at House of Glass to where he’s been almost been forgotten, in the same light that he has decided that my name has been erased from the brand of Dynasty, but this is because of the false sense of pride and security that he has been gifted with this new advocate of his. Sebastian Monroe has made a profound effort into ensure to not only the audience that he delivers his verbal songs of praise to, but to even the client that he represents, the thought of seeing a future EAW Answers World Champion in Scott Oasis to become a reality. Something that has been preached unto the congregation of devout Dynasty fans for months on end, even when he was gifted this opportunity and met with a sound defeat, but I can understand the determination to strive forward when everything has been turned against you. When every person around the entire world wants to tell you that failure is inevitable, with all of the doubt weighed onto your shoulders as you enter into a vile prison forged within the flames of perdition, it might prove to be simple for you to resign to the feeling of disappointment. However, you’ve not fallen into that pit of despair, but rather a trap of pride. When you gaze upon me, you don’t see the two-time world champion. You don’t see the Hall of Fame inductee. The only person that you have seen is a man that has been served destruction by our own hands before, known of the desolation that this beast that has been tamed by Sebastian Monroe will be capable of, but you should know how the resilience that I have. You were inside of this structure with me last year, you were locked in this mountain of steel chains and tools of carnage alongside me for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship, but my obsession has proved to be once more used as an excuse for you to console your pride for what I must accomplish. If you believe that your “ten powerbombs” will prevent me from crawling my body out of this godforsaken monstrosity as your EAW Answers World Champion, Monroe has deluded your mind even more than I first assumed. You’ve proven to be right to where I’ve become maddened with obsession towards finding the key to being able to gain the attention of Mr. DEDEDE, to goad him into a rematch that I deserve after the shame and disrespect he has delivered to me, but you should know that better than anyone. You’ve desired this same thing, you’ve wanted this same rematch from him, and you were answered with it and had it handed it you on a silver platter. This shall be no different, Scott. For inside an asylum like The Elimination Chamber, a maniac is known to be the lord of the domain.

[Jacob Senn has walked into the halls of the hotel room to where he’s met with an elevator and looks towards it, he looks back towards the room to where left his romantic partner inside before he finally presses the button to call for the elevator. Once the elevator arrives, both him and the cameraman enter it, much to his own disapproval with him just simply desiring to be left alone and in his own thoughts.]

Jacob Senn: You need more from me? More from me? Just like the rest of this ravenous beasts that control this company, all you want is more. However as it has always been in the nature of this business, I will do what I’ve done better than all those before me and deliver with the utmost quality. One of the few people in this match that I might actually find a semblance of joy in standing inside of a construct of brutality that this Elimination Chamber Match has become is none other than the EAW Answers World Champion himself, The Pizza Boy. The resident underdog turned into the top name on the Dynasty roster with his glittering golden strap buckled around his waist, he’s someone that I hope to stand across from in this match for the simple reason that he’s the man to beat. For what would the EAW Answers World Championship merit without bringing him the proper defeat in this match before the claim of possession of that title is transferred upon me? What would merit would I hold as the champion of the brand that I have kept alive as its beating heart of passion without proving unto the world that the man that currently holds the trophy wasn’t superior to what I have to offer inside of that ring? I know that one of our previous encounters resulted with me being left wanting and with him prevailing against the odds as customary as it has become with him, but we both have experienced victories within this beast and we know that is very different than the average match of skill and technique. This is a stipulation where only the most savage and ruthless survive, with the ones that have proven to endure the greatest of punishments thrive unto the end, and we’ve both shown that we are able to last the distance that this match creates. I know that you might believe that this obsession of mine will lead to a fall inside of this chamber that I might not be able to recover from and honestly, I would believe that sentiment in my own mind. With that being said, I intend to be a merciless antagonist in the heroic tale of The Pizza Boy on his quest to remain the honored and respect hero of this brand. An adversary that shall use every tool of violence that will be afforded unto him to shatter the spirit of him that has never been accomplished before and once that moment of realization has struck you to where you can’t fight inside of this match any longer, I shall give you a hero’s death before I strip away all the titles that you cherish. Mark my words, Pizza Boy. Road to Redemption will mark the last night where you are allowed to be known as the EAW Answers World Champion as a hero will finally be exposed as just another man.

With one hero left, I find that it will be fitting to find myself inside of this match with him, enduring a war for the prize that he had taken away from me in a Divide and Conquer Match. Divide and Conquer? A phrase with greater significance under the Elimination Chamber stipulation that the namesake itself. For inside of this match, to divide and conquer is the objective to secure the EAW Answers World Championship, a dream that has been escaped your clutches multiple times now. Nasir Moore, the golden child of EAW as he has been known to have the divine favor of idols and icons of this business with CM Bank$ and Mr. DEDEDE being just a couple of the names, you’re no stranger to this match. This match has been something that you’ve been introduced to before and in your last endeavor to be known as the world champion of the brand you represent, you were only inches away from accomplishing that goal. At the end of the night, you were left only to experience the one thing that plagues the bright youth of this industry and the workhorses deserving to the premier positions of this business, nostalgia. A curse on this sport that has ruled over this business, but luckily, you’ve thrived against it when you rose above the challenge of the founder that has been the original nostalgia act around here in CM Bank$. The only problem that I have with you is that you prevented me from my ultimate mission in being known as the EAW Answers World Champion through that Ether kick of yours. I don’t say that I blame you because let’s face it, look at the man that speaks to you at the moment, but that doesn’t change the circumstance that stares you right in the face. You kicked me and eliminated me in the Divide and Conquer Match to give yourself a world championship opportunity that ultimately blew up in your face, qualified into this match to where now the chance for you to finally achieve that dream will be accomplished. Sad to say, but there’s a reason that karma has been praised by many throughout the years. It’s even a scientific principle discovered by Sir Isaac Newton himself to where every action has an equal and opposite reaction in response towards it. Newton’s Third Law is about to achieve wonders in this monstrosity of barbaric proportions for when we meet in there, I will deliver the punishment in the form of this equal and opposite reaction. The world will gift me with the opportunity to snatch away another opportunity of being a world champion away from you, to deny you of the one thing that you wish to have more than anything in this world, and I shall relish in that justified retribution that has been delivered unto you.

[The elevator finally descends down to the main lobby of the hotel room to where Jacob Senn makes his exit while the cameraman starts to follow behind him, only for Jacob to put his arm in front of him while holding the elevator open. He turns his head around with a glare to acknowledge the cameraman to get back inside of the elevator as he presses a floor number for the elevator to go on.]

Jacob Senn: Nasir Moore, The Pizza Boy, Scott Oasis, Scott Diamond, and Hurricane Hawk will discover that the Elimination Chamber will not be to the envy of their peers. It won’t be the night of celebration that they hope for in where everything they wish has been delivered to them, it won’t be the night of resurrection in their careers to where they return to glorious prestige that they were cast out of, but it will be a night of punishment and judgment for all of their personal sins. They will come to realize that my time being shunned and ostracized by all that surround me due to the amount of failure I have been met with has finally ended… with the EAW Answers World Championship placed upon my shoulder. As for you, just hope that you’re not around when I return to this drab shelter of destitution, or you’ll be the next person that experience the torture of those five souls personally.

[Jacob Senn removes his hand from the elevator door to allow it to close as the final sight of his face is one mixed with wrath and frustration, right when the door is sealed and the elevator rides the cameraman up to the chosen floor of The Punisher, as the camera fades out.]

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 7:55 pm by **Theron Nikolas**

There was a time, Cage.

There was a time where I never would have looked forward to anything more than standing in front of a man that once took this entire business by storm. There was a time where this position had been molded for you. They threw everything and anything in your way and as you prevailed on more times than not. I remember watching you conquer that Elimination Chamber; forcing yourself back down that ramp and forcing Lannister to fall - I was one of those people that was riding that wave of momentum you were on. That moment you finally grasped onto that EAW World Championship, it felt like we had too. The thousands that supported you - stood behind you through every time you struggled and every time you succeeded; battling the Ironfist, the wars with DEDEDE, the battles with Jaywalker and Starr Stan - it felt like every single one of us were along for the ride with you. That man, DC; if that man was walking into this Elimination Chamber - that's when I would start to worry about Diamond Cage. The man that always managed to find something every single fucking time he dug deeper. The man that when things got tough, he got fucking tougher - but, now - I said it the first week we had the chance to face; this man is a joke. But, you don't care. Diamond Cage doesn't care about what Theron Nikolas thinks. He doesn't care about what Rex thinks. Tiberius - you don't care about what any of us thinks. Instead, you'll continue to talk about your grittiness. You'll talk about what you could potentially do inside that chamber. You'll do nothing. You'll try. You'll try and try and try - but the moment you're forced to dig down to the place that once helped you find that success; the place that once helped you win that EAW World Championship - you'll find nothing. That's when you'll finally understand the differences. That's when you'll finally understand that the Diamond Cage that once set the world on fire is dead, and now we're left with this. The shell of a man that once stood proud. The shell of a man that once used to be great. It's not a great sight; certainly not one I'm glad to see. But, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it, I'll just simply watch as the voice that once bellowed so loud continues to turn into nothing more than a whisper.

Don't worry, Tiberius - I remember what you said at Territorial Invasion. But those words certainly don't change those said headed into Dia Del Diablo. The mistake; the biggest one I could have made in my entire career. Dia Del Diablo was meant to be one and done; cash in the contract on the man that first reached out his hand on my career, lose and fall back down. I was meant to cherish my chance in that grand spotlight, because after the decision that I made, I may not ever experience it again. We all know what happened; it's a story that I've told a million times, but that fall didn't come. The first chance I had, Cage fell and we found ourselves standing against each other. You've been right - I still haven't had that second chance against you alone. Territorial Invasion came and went, and you still reigned strong - but that fall still didn't arrive. I went on and I did what I said I was going to do the moment you didn't have anything to fall back on. Ares Vendetta and Lannister banned from ringside; Tiberius Jones forced to stand on his own two feet against the man that wasn't meant to be on the level he had reached. You fell at the feet of your once noble knight, and while I wasn't given the same privilege that the Heart Break Gal had been - I may not like it, but this Elimination Chamber may not be any more fitting. You said it yourself on Showdown - this Elimination Chamber at Road to Redemption becomes your kingdom. The gallant King defending that kingdom against five others that are trying to destroy it. There has been one constant throughout your time as champion; one name you just can't keep away. The man that was meant to be nothing more than a one off, never to trouble you again. There is nothing more fitting that walking into your kingdom and ripping that crown away. There is nothing more fitting than walking into your kingdom, destroying the throne you sit on and building one for myself. There is nothing more fitting that your once noble knight walking into your kingdom and claiming it as his own.

At Road to Redemption, I become the one thing you thought I wouldn't - the Knight becomes the King.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 7:29 pm by **Sandwich Boy**

Do you see how bitter sweet all of this is? I reeled you in on my fishing line, baited you, and now you're willing to throw everything away seek out vengeance. I've mapped out every single move you've made, Dubian. I've foreseen how the average man handles things. Your hatred had to be your biggest exploit of them all. It all started with making you feel helpless. I took away your ability to prevent an event to happen, so what's next? You use these following months to exact your revenge on me. If anything, you should had been like the other victim from that fateful triple threat. Once she was conquered, she tucked her tail between her legs and fled. Have you seen her step up against the unknown force since? You can call her feeble minded, weak, or a coward, but I call that intelligence, something of which you lack. You don't have the wherewithal to step away from a losing battle. Your drive to kill yourself in this situation is greater than your will to live. I'm taking everything away from you and you're on your knees thanking me for it. It's almost as if you don't want to be here anymore, Dubian. Do you not wish to achieve anymore accolades than you have already? Do you not want to impress those you consider peers or followers? I'm almost left in awe on how easy you're making this for me. You've been sworn to a statement of which you believe declares yourself as the winner. Is that so? You're biting off way more than you can chew. I've barely made my presence known, but you're eager to end the entity known as John Doe. I just adore the small comments of "never leaving an impact", or perhaps when people pretend as if I were never here. Do you not understand the type of man I am? I'm not doing this for the "impact". I'm not doing this for the "glory". I'm most certainly not doing any of this for anyone, but myself. I'm doing everything I do for my own self-pleasure. That's all that matters to me till this very day. I dictate the lives of others for my own selfish reasons. I'm not afraid to admit that. I'm not afraid of myself, but you should be. I've accepted the type of presence that I am, but have you fully accepted who you are?

You title yourself as "light" and then go as far as calling me "darkness". But what light shines in you, Devan? I only see the lurking darkness within your heart. It doesn't matter how badly you want to play "hero", you've always been the "villain" deep within. You've had that stain on your record for the majority of your career. You don't shy away from it, but now you're trying to contain it, but you can't. There's no containing the evil inside. There's evil within all of us and those that want to refuse it, they live miserable lives. That must explain the spiraling career of Devan Dubian. Once a man willing to betray his best of friends for his own personal greed. Now stands here attempting to pass judgement on a man he knows so little about. I would go as far as to say that you're not so different than myself, but that would be an awful lie. You don't see the world the way I do. If you saw it my way, perhaps you would be thriving in this industry today. That's not the case, is it? You haven't been that successful as of late. You haven't been able to push yourself past your limits like you once were able to do. You're growing old, Dubian, and with that your body continues to weaken. You try to compete like the peaked Devan Dubian that headlined Pain for Pride, but you're not that same person anymore. You don't move the same way you did back then, but you try so hard to. That's where your errors continue to leak from. It's your inability to accept today for what it is and the inability to see the future what it can be. You could adjust your style, but you won't. You'll forever be the same Devan Dubian, because this Devan Dubian cannot accept change. He lives his life as if he were still in his glory days, but you're way past those. You're still sadistic, aggressive, and determined, but each of those could also be seen as fatal flaws in your style. I've exploited each of those. I've made you hate me, Dubian. I've extended the time it will take for Devan Dubian to rise back to the very top of this business. Why you may ask? It was easy. It was simple. It was effortless. I'd do it all again, but I'm afraid this extension expands in the matters of days. I'm going to give you what you wished for, Dubian... death.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 6:40 pm by **Hurricane Hawk**

RTR #4 - Diamond Tester

"I owned up to my two recent Dynasty losses, I never once tried to shy away from them because I knew that if I did, the five of you would gang up and throw them back at me."

You mean like how I owned up to my multiple hiatuses that you guys still decided to gang up and throw back at me with the same rhetoric that every opponent I have ever faced in 2017 has thrown at me? You can't have your cake and eat it too Scotty. I guess now you know that just because you call it out before it happens, despite the fact that you did the same thing, you aren't exempt from having your skeletons be pulled out of the closet. I don't have superiors, period. I have men who are on a higher plateau than I currently am based on their recent success, therefore they may tend to get placed higher on the card, maybe they even have more of a "following" at this point.. but I have a legacy. You do too, but you're so busy letting the people define you by your failures instead of the success that got you into the Hall of Fame that you disregard everything good that you've ever done simply because you're afraid of the prospect of somebody reminding you of the not so good things you've done. The only time when you have the confidence to brag about what you DID accomplish is when talking to someone you look at as a bigger disappointment than you so you gain confidence. You'd never brag about your accomplishments to Jacob Senn, I have though. I would think that someone like you would have the decency to take a better approach than the rest of my opponents since I actually had a lot more respect for you than the rest of the men in this chamber given our history. I would think that someone like you who knows how it feels for your opponents to give you the same repetitive rhetoric about a "failed career" who's had heights they could never dream of reaching.. but nope just like the sheep you are, its the SAME... OLD... SHIT. But as I was saying, these men perceived to be MY superiors who you feel are YOUR superiors, are just that.. perceptions. I guess me and you don't think the same, because in my head I know that I have the capability of being in the position I once was in, we clearly see what a motivated Hawk gets us, right back at the top of Dynasty. So judging by that, you can obviously assume that if I am still here in the year 2018, continuing the consistency that I have displayed, it's only a matter of time until the perception changes. The reality is already there, I am every bit as good as Jacob Senn and Pizza Boy, hang that quote on the wall, frame it, I don't care. I know what I can do, and maybe you know what you can do as well which is why you're doubting yourself because you know your limits and know that you aren't good enough anymore. Whatever though, to each his own, but don't project your insecurities onto me.. I'm well aware of what I can do. You compared our hiatuses and I'd love to break down the holes in your argument but I'll just leave you wit an excerpt from your Wikipedia page:

He's become notorious for his "short burst" stints where he rejoins EAW for a couple of months, usually during the Summer which plays host to EAW's marquee events and then leaving shortly afterwards. When asked why he does this in an interview with TMZ in 2016, he answered in kayfabe stating, "I do what I want, when I want to. And no one dares question me because if they do, they'll be on the floor." However, backstage the brief stints have become somewhat of a light-hearted running gag.

Don't hate me, hate the source. You disappeared in 2012 after Bank$ kicked your ass. You had a nice little run before you disappeared in 2014 after failing to take down EAW. You disappear in 2015. You disappear in 2016. So here's my conclusion of our comparisons of hiatuses... I leave more often, you stay away for longer periods of time.. it doesn't make you any better than me. We're sitting here comparing who is the bigger fuck up, it's not going to make you look any better. Besides, for as much as you want to make it seem like you've accomplished so much you still haven't captured a world championship since around the last time I captured a world championship. Since your last world championship reign, you've had a failed Hall of Fame championship run and a failed Hardcore championship run, yes I said failed. It's easy to hold a title for two months when you aren't defending it in that timespan, we all saw what happened when you actually did. I have more world championship reigns than you, I got inducted into a Hall of Fame class that you weren't good enough to get into despite how bad you wanted to. When you did get inducted it was the most underwhelming induction I have ever seen and you still don't even have your ring from it. I beat you for the 24/7 contract several times, and I'm going to beat you again this week for old times sake.

All of those things you've told me that you've done Pizza Boy, it doesn't impress me. You've held guns to peoples heads and yada yada because they pushed you to the limit by doing something super disrespectful. Here's the thing, yes.. I cross the line to get what I need to get regardless, it doesn't take much. It doesn't take my family being held hostage or somebody threatening to kill me.. I just do what I have to do. You push, I punch. You slap, I kick your ass. It is what it is. What I did to Eclipse was simply a sacrifice, it was needed in order to send a message to men who would take me lightly going into this match to show that I am not a pushover, I am somebody to keep eyes on, because what happened to him could happen to anybody. Just push me. But you know what Pizza Boy, you're half decent. You're not like the other guys in this match coming at me with the same tired "you aren't good enough because you don't stick around long enough". You KNOW that if I stick around long enough that I am more than capable of being right where you stand by capturing the championship. You know that all it takes is time and consistency and Hurricane Hawk will once again reign supreme, you understand my talent. I guess that's why you're champion and that idiot Scott Diamond isn't. You know your opponents, and so do I. But then again, I'm sure that regardless of you acknowledging my abilities barring my consistencies.. you're banking on me not being able to be consistent, which I can't wait to prove you wrong about. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going into this match thinking I'll be able to walk all over you without you putting up a fight.. that doesn't mean you aren't a joke of a person though. You can be a little twerp and still know how to fight, but then again.. you haven't defended that championship against me yet. So we'll see how good you really are when you're put to that ultimate test come Road to Redemption. Prove me wrong.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 4:24 pm by **ThePizzaBoy**

Road To Redemption Promo 4: Earned Attention Paid In Full

The camera opens in coach as Pizza Boy reaches his seat on the plane. He slides his bag in the overhead, but before shutting the compartment he whips out a headset and a sleeping mask. He then takes his seat, slides on the mask, and puts in his ear buds. Everyone files in as the somewhat rattled looking PB tries to lean back and relax. He's startled when a passenger crosses him to take the window seat next to him. He peaks out of his mask for a second, then up to the overhead, and then measures up the person next to him. They don't seem to notice his gaze as they look out the window contently as the plane starts to move. PB slides the sleeping mask back on and clicks on his MP3 and lets the docile tones of Angel Olsen pour over him.

"I ain't hanging up this ti-hi-hime
I ain't givin' up toni-hi-hight
Even if you walk around
As though you think you're right.
At your worst you still believe
It's worth the fight.

I could make it all go away-hay hay
Tell me what you're thinkin'
Don't delay-hay-hay"

Pizza Boy feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns off his music and pulls up his sleeping mask to find a stewardess hovering over him. He puts on a cordial smile and removes the ear phones and mask completely.

Stewardess: Care for a drink or some snacks?

PB: Oh, uhm, no thanks miss.

Stewardess: First time?

PB: Huh?..oh, uh no. I fly around the globe professionally. I'm just a little keyed up right now. Some things have gotten me a little emotionally unstable.

The Stewardess glances at a TSA agent at the front of the plane. PB follows her gaze and quickly throws his hands up dismissively.

PB: Oh no nothing like that! I'm not uh...it's just that I'm gearing up for a match and my usual support group has kind of split off to different parts of the world it seems.

Stewardess: Match? Are you a boxer?

PB: No, no. I'm a professional wrestler.

Stewardess: What? That fake stuff on TV?

PB blinks at the statement and starts digging his fingers in the armrest. He thinks for a second and then pulls his hairline back.

PB: See that?

Stewardess: What's that from?

PB: Brain surgery needed due to tumors that calcified in my brain after multiple concussions from blunt force trauma.

Stewardess: Oh my. That looks deep.

PB: And long. It goes from the center of my forehead, and stretches to about the center of my skull, and then veers off into a 'j' and ends just in front of my left ear. See?

Stewardess: Wow...how'd that happen?

PB: Pfft! Doing fake stuff apparently.

Stewardess: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-

PB: No, no. It's a common misconception. Again, I'm just on edge.

Stewardess: I promise I meant no offense sir. So uh, what are you? Some kind of referee?

PB smirks awkwardly as his cheeks turn red with embarrassment. He can barely keep his voice from cracking with laughter as he exclaims...

PB: I'm a World Champion actually.

Stewardess: Oh!...

PB: I know. I don't look like much, but there's a golden championship just above my head here that, when wrapped around my waist, makes me look like a million bucks.

Stewardess: I'm sure it does. So, is there a 'match' in-

PB: Uh-uh-uh!. Don't!..don't tell me where I'm going. I'm not going professionally. It's supposed to be a surprise vacation of sorts. It was sort of a parting gift from a friend.

Stewardess: Oh. Well don't you live an interesting life.

PB: You don't know the half of it.

Stewardess: Well, at least we can cover one base today: Chicken or fish?

PB: Chicken. Fish grosses me out.

Stewardess: Uh huh...

The stewardess walks off suddenly, choosing to forego hearing the rest of PB's life story. He watches in offended shock as she suddenly takes her leave out of the blue. As she makes her way down the aisle, PB glares at her, scrunches up his face, and sarcastically mimics her words 'Well don't you lead an interesting life!'. PB spits in the air in disgust. He locks eyes with the camera in the seat across from him. He double takes in shock, then welcomes it with a confiding glance.

PB: People, ya know? They want to peg you as something superficially just because you don't fit the bill of what they think a "'rassler" looks like. I may not appear to be much, but I've beaten every competitor I'm heading into this match against. Did I mention that already?

The camera nods up and down slowly

PB: Hawk has the gall to say I didn't put Eclipse away because I couldn't. That's not the reason. I didn't do it because I treat this like a sport and not some malicious assault. Granted, Eclipse didn't see it my way, but I still didn't do anything to him that I wouldn't do to any other opponent. You think I'm not capable of brutality? I used to wield a pizza cutter against people who gave me a real reason to try and hurt them. I've pushed men off ladders after matches were over just as a receipt. It takes a lot for me to sink to that level though, Hawk. It takes kidnapping my loved ones and holding them captive and threatening to throw them into oncoming traffic! It takes retiring mentor intentionally to rile me up enough to dump you 30 feet through a table. It takes throwing me down steps, concussing me, and smashing my head into public bathroom urinals. I've had my fair share of bloody battles, Hawk. I've got blood on my hands, no question, but I never went out of my way to end someone just because they wanted a championship around my waist. It takes something personal, something detrimental to someone else's health, it takes stabbing me in the heart and walking the blood hole dry to get me riled up enough to do to someone what you did to Eclipse, and when I do have these personal vendettas, I certainly don't promise to end the next person in line! You offered me the opportunity to call you a douche, an asshole, and a cocky bastard. OK, you're a douche, you're an asshole, and you're a cocky bastard. You're not that way because of the frat boy way you carry yourself, and you're not that way because you want to take my championship from me. By all means, I agree, you're a worthy champion as long as you stick around long enough to defend the damn thing. You're all of these things because you fail to recognize the talent in front of you. You blatantly ignore my four months of dominance, which by the way, kicked off with me kicking your ass and sending you back to wherever assholes come from. You overlook the talent and hell I went through to get this title back, and then you run down the brand's top contenders and claim they're so butt hurt because I'm a disgrace as champion. Well, you cocky bastard, if I'm such a disgrace then why the hell isn't it easy to take this away from me? Every man in this match has tried, and every man in this match has failed, and I'm coming to understand that the reason they're sad about this upcoming opportunity is because they're locked in a chamber with some cocky, asshole, douche-tard who thinks it's 'kewl' to hurt the men he's working with. It ain't me killin' the locker room morale pal, it's the part time prick who must be lonely sitting at home by himself, because he just showed up and retired a guy unnecessarily and keeps telling people that he's going to put them on the bench with him! Read the room!"

Stewardess: Sir! Calm down sir!

PB: Oh, I'm sorry? Is my 'fake' rage toward my 'fake' opponent inciting 'fake' fear from the passengers!?!

Camera Man: Uhhh...PB?

TSA Agent: Sir, be seated or we will ground this plane and forcibly drag you off!

PB unlocks his belt and hops up in his plane seat with one athletic leap. He yanks open the overhead and pulls out his title and waves and brandishes it around like a cop badge.

PB: I'm a fucking champion! Show me some fucking respect!

Camera Man: Pizza Boy! Chill man!

TSA Agent: You're about to be the champion of cavity searches if you don't sit your ass down!

Kid In The Seat Behind PB: I'S PITTA BOI MA MA!

Mother of Child: No sweetie, that's a crazy man.

Father of Child: No he's right! That's Pizza Boy! Hey yo, PB!

PB: What's up, folks?

Camera Man: *through clenched teeth* Andy! Sit...down.

TSA Agent: Oh he's about to be SAT down.

PB: Touch me and my camera man will get it on film.

Camera Man: ANDREW!!

TSA Agent: Oh yeah!...well...well. Have a seat, sir.

Stewardess: Really?!

TSA Agent: Sorry, Angie. The public ain't liking airports lately

PB: I'm gonna, but only because you called me sir.

TSA Agent: Thank you sir.

Father of Child: Kick his ass, PB! You could hit the final slice from that seat, I know it!

Mother: Richard!

Child: Fi'al s'ice! Fi'al s'ice!

Mother: Great. Now you've got Gregory doing it

TSA Agent: Nothing to see her folks. Nothing to film or leak to the media.

PB: He's right guys. I'm...I'm sorry. I'm just stoked for Road To Redemption.

Child: Roa' two 'dempshun!

PB: Haha...yeah, what the kid said. Watch it if you get the chance on FPV. Except that little scamp. It'll be too violent for him.

Child: Aw man!!!

Mother: Listen to the nice Answers Word Champion, Gregory.

Child: Otay.

PB starts to slowly crouch down back in his seat as the TSA sighs and backs away cautiously. Even the camera shot seems to drop half an inch in scope due to the operator's shoulder's dropping tension. Suddenly the the big of the intercom emits through the cabin.

Pilot: Uhhhh this is your captain speaking. Things are flyin' smoothly and there's no sign of turbulence or choppy weather on this bright and sunny day folks. We should arrive to our destination right on time. We'll uuuuh have you in Detroit in no time.

PB's face floods with a mixture of horror and disgust.

PB: Detroit?...D-Detroit?

Camera Man: PB...?

PB: I don't want to go to Detroit. No one wants to go to Detroit!

Camera Man: PB, don't offend these people.

TSA Agent: Actually, most people on board are on a connecting flight. I think you and the agitated dude with the camera are the only ones with one way tickets-

PB: -TO DETROIT!?!

TSA Agent: I-I mean I'm not sure man. Maybe I can come look at your ticket.

Child; Is Pita boy getting sad again daddy?

Father: It looks like it son. Maybe he needs a sedative to calm his nerves.

PB: You're right.

PB starts rising in his seat again.

Camera Man: OK, PB. OK.

PB: He's right.

TSA Agent: I agree, you need to be sedated!

Child: PB go night night?

PB: Oh no. Little Gregory your father's right, but not about that. He's right....I can definitely hit the Final Slice from here.

Camera Man: What!?!

PB: I'M NOT GOING TO DETROIT!

Father: FUCK YES!

Mother: RICHARD!

Child: Fut yeth!

As the TSA agent begins to rush PB again, he springboards off of his seat and gets caught in mid air with an impromptu body slam. The TSA Agent piles on top of PB as Angel Olsen's operatic voice begins to pipe up once again.

"Ooooh oh-oh whooa
Oooooh oh-ooooh

Shut up, kiss me
Hold me tight
Shut up, kiss me
Hold me tight

Stop your crying, it's alright.
Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight
Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight.

Stop pretending I'm not there-ere-ere
When it's clear that I'm not going anywhere-ere-ere"

Another TSA Agent joins the fray as PB starts to dominate the agent twice his size and gurth. TSA number two double chicken wings PB off of number one, who spots the camera man, tackles him and the feed goes to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 4:10 pm by **TLA**

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“SOOKIN”

The camera cuts to an office room where TLA’s amigo Esteban is shown wearing a suit and sitting behind a desk. A huge nametag on the front of his suit reads “Kenny Drake”. Suddenly TLA busts in crying in an extremely over the top and hysterical manner.

TLA: KENNY! KENNY I NEED YOU!

“Kenny”: Oh god TLA what is it this time?

TLA: DID… DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED?

“Kenny”: I am a very busy man TLA. I don’t have time for these games, please explain or get the fuck out my office.

TLA: Jamie… he beat me in a wrestling match! Again! How could this happen?!?!?

“Kenny”: Well you see TLA… Jamie is actually a really good wrestler. He is the World Heavyweight Champion after all! You gave it your best shot but unfortunately you just couldn’t quite pull out the victory.

TLA: NO! I DESERVE BETTER!

“Kenny”: Alright TLA what do you want?

TLA: I REFUSE TO LOSE A MATCH EVER AGAIN! I WANT THE WORLD TITLE TO BE DELIVERED TO ME ON A SILVER PLATTER!

“Kenny”: Sounds good TLA. Let’s do that. You see we value you here on Voltage. You are the face of this brand and extremely popular. Everyone has hopped on that TLA bandwagon just like we planned! Your merchandise sales have helped make me a very rich man! It’s the least I could do.

TLA: Thank you Kenny! You’re the best General Manager ever! Would you like a blowjob?

“Kenny”: That would be quite wonderful TLA.

TLA: Imma get to sookin’ then! But I won’t lose anymore right?

“Kenny”: Of course not! Well, I mean you have to actually defeat your opponents in the ring. This is a competitive sport after all and not pre-determined.

TLA: Wait WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!? HOW COULD THIS BE????? QUE? QUE? QUE?

“Kenny”: I’m just trying to keep everyone on Voltage happy TLA.

TLA: Exactly! That is how I will use you to force you to give me everything I demand! Imma bite the fuck outta yo hand until you give me that title! Also make sure I never lose a match again! I will make you my bitch!

“Kenny”: Well TLA it appears that you are quite entitled but of course this is how you have won every match in your entire career. By coming into my office and demanding me to give you that win. You never had to actually go out to the ring and wrestle. I simply made it so.

TLA: So true Kenny. You have them magical powers that make things happen. In spite of that I also feel like you are conspiring against me since I don’t have to actually wrestle and win matches by myself, so it is entirely your fault every time I lose.

“Kenny”: You are right TLA and I apologize. You don’t have to actually wrestle at Road to Redemption. We will simply hold a ceremony where Jamie O’Hara will award you the championship. Don’t worry he will be cool with it.

TLA: YES! VICTORY IS MINE! I EARNED THIS SO FUCKING MUCH!

TLA jumps for joy in the air as “Kenny Drake” dials a number on his phone.

“Kenny”: Hello Jamie? So you cool just handing over the championship to TLA right? Yeah I know he has to actually beat you in the chamber. But we can just skip all that part right? Oh you are saying we can’t? Oh shit that’s too bad. I guess I’ll have to break it to him, he’s going to be really disappointed. I’m just trying to keep everyone on Voltage happy so the fact I can’t hand TLA your championship with him not actually winning it breaks my heart.

“Kenny Drake” hangs up the phone as TLA has a concerned look on his face.

“Kenny”: I hate to break it to you TLA but it appears that you actually have to you know beat your opponents to win a championship. I thought that since I was General Manager that I could just magically make you champion without you actually winning it but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

TLA: I see. I guess I will ragequit EAW and go slit my wrists.

“Kenny”: That is probably the best option TLA. Or you know you could actually compete in the match at Road to Redemption and try to win the championship.

TLA: Fuck that. Too much work. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

“Kenny”: I see that’s too bad TLA but considering how entitled and pathetic you are I guess I should expect nothing less! However, I must inform you that I have been taping this entire conversation. I will be releasing it to the public and expose your true self to the world!

TLA: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TLA takes out a fake gun and puts it to his head as he pulls the trigger and splatters ketchup all over the wall. TLA falls to the ground motionless as the camera fades to black. After a few moments the words “The preceding short film is the property of Sexual Panther Productions Inc.”. The camera then zooms out to show an empty theatre with TLA sitting in the audience clapping.

TLA: Bravo! Bravo! What a show! It’s always amazing to see something so real! Something so accurate to reality! I must thank Jamie O’Hara for the inspiration! Only a mind such as his could truly create something as wonderful and detailed as all of this! I might even win an Oscar this year! Sexual Panther Productions is back and doin’ things bigger than ever all thanks to the World Heavyweight Champion! I’m still workin’ on a title tho. Maybe I should go with “The Conspiracy”. Or maybe I should go with “An Australian Mind” cuz this shit straight outta Jamie’s head right there. That’s only the final Act too. We still gotta film the parts where the TLA character wins all of his matches without wrestling and somehow becomes number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship on multiple occasions. That’s gonna be the real corazón of the film right there! Or maybe we can call it “What Goes Around Comes Around” since Jamie be doin’ the same exact shit that he was accusing me of doing ten months ago.

I be feelin’ that deja vu but we got them roles reversed.

TLA: I’m supposed to be that anti-authority rebelde right? The one who always be talkin’ shit about the men in suits and sayin’ how the whole damn world be against me. Fuck the white man they just be holdin’ yo boi down. They ain’t givin’ me them shots n shit. They pushin’ all they lil ass corporate champions who couldn’t fight in they lives. They holdin’ TLA back cuz they recognize just how real I go and they can’t stand to see a strong Latino man gettin’ that success. With all the racism I’ve endured in my life, all the double standards and bullshit that I been through in my life, maybe I got a little paranoid. Maybe I got a little pissed off at the world and started to question some shit. After that whole shit with Zack Crash went down I ain’t blamin’ anybody for gettin’ a lil paranoid. But you blamed me Jamie. You made me stop and question if shit was really that bad. If maybe I was finally in a position where I could compete for shit fairly and earn my way to the top. Fightin’ against the best wrestlers out there such as yo self and really test myself without all the political bullshit.

And I believed you.

TLA: I tried to make them amends with Sebastian Monroe tho it may have been a bit too late for that. Maybe I already crossed the line with my paranoia and accusations n shit. Like any of that is really affecting him anyway. When you a General Manager, when you a corporate ass staff member who got that big office, what the fuck can someone like me even do to you? Question your decisions? Question your integrity? Get pissed off about some bullshit? Maybe ask for an opportunity that I don’t deserve? This shit is all child’s play compared to what they are capable of. When these suits hold yo entire career in they hands, nothing I can do to them can compare to what they can do to me. When you got that power imbalance, you start feelin’ a lil uneasy. People start to see things that ain’t really there. Maybe Kenny Drake make a little comment that you read into a bit too much. Maybe he gives someone else a title shot or a main event match and you wonder why that person more deserving that you are. The scary possibilities start settlin’ in. Like maybe he all corrupt n shit and he got that beef with you. He tryna fuck you over and shit. After you be chiefin’ on that blunt a lil too long you start to get worried. I completely understand that shit cuz I have lived thru it myself. I’ve worked for bosses who were corrupt and I never noticed. I’ve worked for bosses who were corrupt and I called them the fuck out on that shit. I’ve worked for bosses too who ain’t corrupt and I’ve called them out on shit that I was suspicious of but ultimately couldn’t prove.

That’s why I took Voltage as a fresh start.

TLA: Cuz maybe it was too late to undo the damage on Dynasty. Although from that shit that been goin’ down over there on Dy, I can’t say that my suspicions about Monroe were completely off. Someone else took care of that motherfucker for me, and exposed him for what I always suspected but could never prove. Either way that’s old shit, it ain’t my problem anymore. Time to move on to present day shit. I showed up drafted to Voltage and Kenny Drake promised this would be the land of opportunity! He lets me main event shows n shit, earn them title shots, so far so good right? I made a promise to myself that I would do shit right this time. I’d be open and honest, I’d work with the bosses on whatever they felt was best for Voltage and we could make this brand the best damn show in the entire company! Again I ain’t one who is good with authority figures. I got them suspicions even now but I try to ignore the fuck outta them unless I am confronted with that proof. Until then, Kenny Drake we cool dawg. I ain’t done you no wrong, and you ain’t done me no wrong. It’s actually refreshing to have a General Manager I am chill with and who I believe genuinely wants to make this show great and make it like he said from day one… the land of opportunity for anyone who earns it.

But now we got Jamie callin’ my boi Kenny out actin’ like I be takin’ that advantage.

TLA: When Cameron got the title shot at Territorial Invasion was I disappointed? Sure, I wanted that shot for myself. But I was also happy for her. I wanted her to get that shot and prove to the world just what women could do in this business in spite of all those who doubt her for pathetic ass reasons like that. Did I storm into Kenny Drake’s office bitchin’ and cryin’ about how I was fucked over cuz she got that shot before me? Not a chance. Jamie can make whatever unfounded accusations that he wants about my character. He can insult me cuz I actually took my losses to him seriously, and claim that I was bitching and crying when all I did and have ever done is express my own feelings, my own disappointment for failing. I never expected nor expect to be handed anything in my life. If I have any expectations they are for myself, to do better, to be better, and to say otherwise is a complete joke, much better than any of the ones I tell. If believing in myself, if believing that I am good enough to show up and win in every opportunity that I have taken on is a crime then fine I’m guilty. I’m guilty of self-respect, I’m guilty of confidence, I’m guilty of trying, I’m guilty of expecting better of myself than I’ve been able to show in so many big matches this year. What I am not guilty of is this illogical onslaught of accusations from the World Heavyweight Champion that somehow I’m only in this match because the fans demanded it.

Nah holmes you can thank Cam for that.

TLA: If you hadn’t pulled that shit you two did at Ground Zero you think I’d be here right now? That is assuming you could have beaten me on yo own which is a pretty big assumption for either of us to make when neither of us know what would’ve happened on that night. You can get fuckin’ sauced all you want dawg, dyin’ inside cuz these fans decided to cheer on a spic like me and not you. Dyin’ inside cuz these people believe in a spic like me, and not yo moronic and unprofessional conspiracy theories like that I’ve backed everyone into a corner and somehow forced the bosses to give me everything I demand. That makes a good story, and maybe my Sexual Panther Production of it will win some awards. Sounds like a real fun story you got there and I’m sure you’ve convinced yo self that it’s completely true. That you must really be onto something. That devious spic TLA is lying, cheating, and stealing his way to a World Heavyweight Championship!

You’re better than that.

TLA: You can decide to respect me less. You can make up whatever story suits your purpose of trying to “expose” me as some sort of hater. Pero in spite of whatever you want to call me, spit on my reputation, insult my fans, I really just don’t give a fuck after this. I used to tho. I used to think, yo this is a smart talented guy, he’s an incredible luchador worthy of looking up to. I even made it my personal mission to earn your respect and prove that I deserved to be in the ring with you. When I lost I thought yo we had a good match, I went hard, I brought the fight and I was proud of my effort. I thought that you could respect my hustle but clearly I was wrong. Clearly you was holding resentment against me despite the fact that you won the matches… and for what? Cuz I refused to “cop that L”? Ay, Dios mio… are you selectively deaf or some shit? I’ve copped that L countless times and I’ve copped it up directly to you repeatedly. I’ve given you props for yo talent, I’ve admitted that I couldn’t get the job done on those nights against you, I’ve called you the best wrestler in the world multiple times. For all the talk of sucking dick and kissing ass you have conveniently failed to recognize that if I have kissed anyone’s ass it’s yours.

And this is the thanks that I get.

TLA: A drunken champion who can barely string together a sentence without making some sort of wild accusation. A champion who hides behind his bitch conspiring together to win matches, and then has the cojones to accuse me of conspiring myself to be somehow handed his championship by management. A champion who in spite of all the shit he’s already accused me of claims that he recognizes that I’m the next best thing but also can’t resist to let his creativity run wild and chant YOU AIN’T SHIT! It’s a catchy chant dawg I’ll give you that. I’ve been called worse and I’ve called others worse. So just don’t be too surprised if I can’t take it seriously brah. I can’t wait until your next drunken rant where you claim I went crying to management cuz Jamie was mean to me!

Maybe I’ll make that the post-credits scene for my next movie holmes.

TLA: As for the rest of you in this match, who have actually shown me some respect and recognize that we are going to decide this match in the ring not in Kenny Drake’s office… I gotta say I’m pretty impressed with what I’ve seen from all y’all. At least all of y’all I’ve seen anything from. Amadeus I’m lookin’ at you boi. Or I would be lookin’ at you if you was anywhere to be found! The rest of y’all are all coming off some hard losses but you ain’t lettin’ that slow you down none. In fact maybe it’s because of them Ls that you comin’ so hard. Respect due. Cuz unlike Jamie I actually show that respect when it’s due, and from what I can tell all y’all are in that right mindset to put on the best matches of yo individual careers. Whatever happens in the ring, well we don’t know that yet. Maybe some will live up to they words, some won’t, some will win, some will lose, some will impress the world, others will be left embarrassed that they failed to do more. What I see tho is that the future of Voltage is in good hands. Maybe Keelan is right. Maybe I won’t be able to beat Jamie at Road to Redemption, maybe I never will beat him. In that case, who is gonna one day be the one to beat him? Will it be Keelan? Will it be Lars? Will it be Carlos? Will it be Amadeus? Or maybe somebody else entirely? Who knows, but everyone in this match as far as I’m concerned has the potential to be a champion, and the potential to be a great champion for real.

But there can only be one!

TLA: I’m glad you got a sense of humor Carlos. Unlike some people ‘round here. I might have been makin’ fun of you just a lil. Or maybe a lot. That’s up to you ese. But it ain’t really no thang. Voltage is my brand homie. Don’t read into that too much tho dawg. It’s my brand, it’s your brand, everyone on the roster can claim Voltage as their brand. It ain’t about claimin’ sole ownership, if anything that brand claimin’ that ownership over you. They got us locked down in them contracts n shit, they ownin’ yo ass except for Carlos and his fancy ass contract that he negotiated before he grand return. Carlos sayin’ he will build up the brand n shit. That’s all great and good and awesome that he fixin’ to give out them opportunities for all. Takin’ all comers and bein’ a fightin’ champion. Much respect. Sayin’ you be a better rep for the brand, we gonna see ‘bout that homie cuz I am all about representin’. Whatever beef I got runnin’ I am down for mah crew and I take great pride in buildin’ that shit up makin’ whatever show I be on the number one show in the world. Maybe my arm too breakable tho. I don’t know. I think there’s some bone in there, I got all the usual human stuff in that arm. I don’t jerk it as much as Harvey so maybe I be lackin’ in that arm strength just a little bit. All I know is that as you be gettin’ up there in age yo bones start gettin’ all brittle n shit. Gettin’ that arthritis settlin’ in and they be crackin’ real easily n shit. So if the STRONGEST ARM ain’t breakable right now, just give it another year and who knows Carlos Rosso might need someone to hold the ropes open for him to climb up in there cuz them ropes just too heavy for that arm to lift. But that day ain’t today so imma take you at yo word that you unbreakable as fuck and you got that STRONGEST ARM! ¡Tu BRAZO es el más FUERTE del mundo! But I ain’t lookin’ to be broken neither hombre. At Road to Redemption…

We gonn’ find out who breaks first!

TLA: As far as Lars and Keelan go y’all may have that intense beef between each other, but I think you both got the right attitude. At least the right attitude for yo self. Y’all different people and all that and for as much talk of people being an “ideal champion” or whatever, the facts are that all of that shit is subjective anyway. What makes a great Lars Grier is not necessarily what makes a great Keelan Cetinich. That’s something that might seem really obvious but ultimately it’s something that people forget a hell of a lot in this business. You see people striving to be just like the best. They find someone they look up to and they try to be like them. Then one day… they realize… they can’t be that person. Not because they aren’t good enough… Simply because they are not that person. They might be a different size, or a different weight, or a different gender, or even different moral character. It’s at that point you gotta look at yo self in the mirror and recognize what really matters to you. Ask yourself why you even care what someone else thinks about you. Maybe you actually agree with what they say, but often chances are you really don’t. It pisses you off not because they are right and you aren’t good enough, it pisses you off because they think you ain’t good enough, and you disagree. You are Keelan fuckin’ Cetinich and you are Lars fuckin’ Grier and that is who you will always be. So as much fun as I’ve had seeing Lars get roasted the fuck out by everyone else in this match, I also recognize that he’s got he own flow.

Just like we all do.

TLA: I think it’s safe to say also that Jamie O’Hara could never be a TLA, just as much as TLA could never be a Jamie O’Hara. Not that either of us would want to. So for as much as Lars might accuse Keelan of changing his personality, or being a hypocrite or whatever, it ultimately makes no difference unless Keelan actually feels like he has betrayed himself and his own beliefs. He might have betrayed Lars’ own beliefs, but different people, different standards n shit. As far as I go tho, I know that both Keelan and Lars want to overcome me. They want to prove that they can beat TLA, cuz even if they win that World Heavyweight Championship, they already took an L from TLA. Regardless of the circumstances, I got they number and if they somehow capture that title but they don’t eliminate me from the match. Imma be gunnin’ for them spittin’ out that truth that they never beat me. And hopefully if that happens they won’t stoop so low as to claim I was kissing ass and sucking dick to management to get that shot. But I ain’t wanna even let it come to that, cuz I’m lookin’ to win the whole god damn thang by myself! As much as Lars or Keelan wants to overcome TLA I plan to make them wait just a little bit longer for they moment. Cuz I been waiting myself. I been gunnin’ for that World Heavyweight Championship, and I want that sweet sexy moment all for myself! So as hard as either of you fight to overcome me, I will be fighting just that much harder to shut you down and put y’all in yo place. In spite of what Jamie says, if either of you beat me, or if any of you do, I ain’t gonna have no problem coppin’ that L. That’s that respect. I’ll gladly shake yo hand and declare you the better man. Then imma work my ass off just like I be doin’ right now to bring that fight right back to you. I expect the same from y’all after I whip all y’all asses from the bottom of the chamber all the way around it, maybe even on top of it, maybe even outside of it. Cuz this shit just might not contain the war we startin’. WE JUST MIGHT BURN THIS SHIT DOWN TO THE GROUND! CUZ WE THEM DRAGONS! WE LIT AS FUCK AND IF THERE IS ONE THING THAT WARRIORS DO…

YO WE WARRIORS WE DON’T SOOK… WE BRING THAT WAR!

The film projector in the theatre shuts off as everything fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 4:10 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Road To Redemption #3

“On The Line Between Heroism and Villainy”

Truth be told, regardless of what your stance is on this little alliance of mine with Haruna. I still walk in as a single competitor. I want to walk in and win the EAW Women’s Championship, I think that’s true in every single way.

I’ll beat the Face, I’ll slay the Psycho, I’ll put down the Revenger and trump the Wildcard. I’ll walk into the biggest FPV of the season with probably the biggest chip on my shoulder. Think about this for a bit, you’re given your shot but no qualifying match for it, it makes want to immediately prove that you are the absolute best and why you got this spot in the first place. You have a chance for not only for World Title but to showcase that you’re the cream of the crop, the best of the best. Glory, fame and whatever is part of the package. It will take that one single moment to become a “Main Eventer”. Take the world by storm, and create a moment.

It’s what I sort of intend on doing at Road To Redemption. Take on the world as The Ace and create that lasting moment by becoming Women’s World Champ. I’m going to step in, with a survivor’s mentality, with low odds of winning, and a person who’s probably going to specifically target me. My chances are pretty low but I’ll still fight, I’ll still walk inside the Elimination Chamber with weapon in hand, ready to fight and take what will be mine.

I mean truth is that, I don’t have much to give up in this situation, I’m not going to be blessed with title shot after title shot unlike some people on Empire, so I have to take my moment right now or wait what might be another couple of months. It’s seems like whenever I decide to get in a wrestling for a title, it’s a go big or go home kind of match for me. See my mind for this week, isn’t focusing on my opponents, I’m focusing on the match itself. It’s focused on the date that is October 28, 2017. The day of Road To Redemption 11 itself.

My opponents can focus all they want with each other for this week, talk about each other, throw insults or whatever they feel like. I’m just going to stand and focus on this one single match.

Sure the idea that I’m just focusing on this match over my opponent is pretty much the definition of Tunnel Vision but that’s what is needed at the moment. Focus. On one single thing is needed to make this my moment inside the Chamber, the biggest win of my career. See this is what being focused can do to you… it turns you from an arrogant person like myself to a driven, focused, and unbreakable fighter. Nothing that Brody, Aria, Revy, Savannah and even Haruna has gotten to me.

It’s not that I don’t want to reply back with insults but it’s because I don’t need to. I tell them how much better I am because I’ll be showcasing that in the middle of the ring. Controlled Chaos, a driven and focused mentality, and an unbreakable fighting spirit. It’s the perfect thing to describe me right now, the constant evolution I’ve gone through all coming together for one big form… The Ace Of Empire.

Everything that I claim and prove that it’s true is something I hold dear to myself but it’s not what will be needed to win. It’s will take a Blooming Villain, one who is right on the line that separates heroism and villainy to conquer all that oppose. One who is both corrupt but pure, a fighter but yet a mastermind, someone is perfect when it comes to playing the role on both sides.

Isn’t that the truth about me though? I pulled the strings that set off not only the double cross where we saw yours truly make your current Women’s Champion for putting faith that I was someone she could consider an ally. When you learn to play your cards right, kids… it comes with amazing results such as the one people know of. The little brawl where due to ability to make people hate me more and more, I had Aria Jaxon, Brody Sparks, Revy, Savannah Sunshine all down while I had the Women’s Title in my hands raised high.

Sign of things to come? Probably. When you try to bring the numbers game, it failed. There’s no chemistry with Savannah Sidekick and her hero because of it, it cost them a chance at becoming anything but sub-par friendship.

In front of me are five individuals… who stand in front of me. Every bit as egotiscal, selfish, greedy as me. Only one has accepted that side while others tend to just hide it, by saying they’re fighting for the folks at home. The little girls who seem them as their heroes.

I’ve said this time and time again, I’m selfish, greedy, cold and callous woman who has no care about your thoughts for me. So if you think that just because YOUR Ace Of Empire isn’t insulting you people because I’m feeling threaten, no it’s definitely not that. I’ve decided to hold my cards this time around.

Just for that right moment. Just till October 28th, 2017 where I beat everyone single one of you that stands before me AND become the NEW EAW WOMEN’S WORLD CHAMPION!

Assen Nayo to every single one of you. It will help from not being frustated at trying and failing to break The Ace Of Empire.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2017, 3:54 pm by **Abelard Becker**

*sigh*

"Before you go accusing me of doing the same, because I KNOW you will"

You still did.

You don't get to do that.

You're confused. Or maybe just stupid. One of the two for sure. Mixing up meanings. Thinking something is this when it's really that, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here and say it's just confusion. There's a stark difference between being nice and being real, being truthful. I stand here with a clear head, not filled with any delusions about myself whether it pertain to my own abilities, or my position in this company. I acknowledge the likes of The Pizza Boy and Jacob Senn as my superiors not because it's the nice thing to do, but because that is a fact, it's real, it's the truth. I owned up to my two recent Dynasty losses, I never once tried to shy away from them because I knew that if I did, the five of you would gang up and throw them back at me. It's blank ammunition, you can't use it against me. Everyone but you seemed to have gotten that memo. You focused so hard on only those two matches and disregarded the rest of what I've done since returning. You like to do that, don't you? Focus on very small specifics instead of the grand scope. Just like you did when you felt the need to bring up the victory against Eclipse Diemos... a man that I defeated three weeks before you did. You used that victory as a spearhead for the resurrection of your career, and yes... if you put that win up against those two embarrassing losses of mine, you certainly come out on top. But let's zoom out to get the full picture. Since returning I've won far more than I've lost. Impressive wins too. I was the Hardcore Championship which isn't a specific, it was a two month reign. You say you'd rather not be a champion than be a paper champion... sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, pal. Now let's zoom out even further so we can REALLY get a full sense of what's going on here.

You lose the World Heavyweight Championship at Road to Redemption 2011... you leave. You come back a few months later on Dynasty... you stay all of about a month and then leave shortly after the Grand Rampage. You return at Pain For Pride V and take part in the 24/7 battle royal where you win by eliminating me, we fight over the contract for a few months until you eventually cash it in unsuccessfully... then you leave. You come back about a month or so later for Road to Redemption... you lose, you throw a fit... then you leave. You come back in early 2013... then you leave. You come back for Pain For Pride... then you leave. And then? I honestly couldn't tell you. Specific dates and times escape my memory but I don't need them to know it was more of the same.

Now, for the sake of continuity let's start my timeline at the same event. I come up short at Road to Redemption 2011. I'm immediately moved over to Dynasty and a month later I'm the Answers World Champion. I lose and I leave. Then I'm moved back over to Showdown and I win the Elite Championship. Then I lose... but instead of leaving I concoct a plan to bring forth the destruction of this entire company, and I succeed. I didn't leave again until March 2014. You left six times in an eighteen month span, me? One in two years. I return sometime before Pain For Pride in 2014 and I don't leave for another year. So here we are, three years and I'm up to two. I stay away for an entire year until returning at the Grand Rampage in 2016. I stay the summer and decide to leave at the end of it before returning again this year. That's three hiatuses since 2011. Half the number of yours and keep in mind those are just the ones I can remember. 2014 through 2017 is a blank for me. Your number could triple or quadruple mine. Also, I pointed this out last time but it's worth mentioning again. In-between those hiatuses I experienced success. I won championships, I fought the best of the best, I was considered a high commodity. I stayed relevant. Something you were unable to do. Even our reasons for leaving couldn't be any more night and day. You left because you have the patience of a 400 pound man waiting in line at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You think everything is just gonna be handed to you as soon as you walk back through those doors... and when it isn't, when you realize you're actually going to have to fight to earn something, you get upset and leave. I leave, simply because I don't care anymore and don't want to do this. If anybody doubts that, in 2016 I walked out the very same week I was given a championship match.

For far too long the world as thought of us as equals, and maybe on the barest of surfaces we are. Two former world champions, coming into their respective primes around the same time (though mine lasting much longer), both taking hiatuses from EAW. But as you dig deeper and deeper you come to realize we're equal in the same way a Toyota Camry is a Lamborghini Aventador, I mean shit... they're both cars right? We couldn't be any less alike. As true colors and intentions begin to peak through the cracks it becomes crystal clear that I'm a man of nobility, I don't claim to be anything that I'm not and as a result I'm able to see things for what they really are. You on the other hand are lost in a quicksand like pool of misconceptions about yourself and those around you. Destined for failure unless you're able to pull yourself out of it. I'll throw you a branch... if you want it.

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