EAW Promoz!

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Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2017, 9:32 am by **Abelard Becker**

Nothing I've said yet has been just my opinion, subjective or wrong.

You haven't had to face any tribulation, you don't know what adversity is. This is your first opportunity for a championship of any kind in EAW and it took you a very short amount of time to get it. All facts. Just one match to determine who would face the Hardcore Champion, and you won. Just one match. A fact.

Yet here you are preaching falsehoods, actually trying to prove that one match and three months constitutes a long enough journey for you to NEED this Hardcore Championship.

You sit here and try to push this narrative, this nonexistent narrative that you've had it so hard and rough while men like Nasir Moore are also on Dynasty. A man who's faced actual hardships, a man who's actually been held down, somebody who's been given the shit end of the stick far too many times to count. A five year veteran who has accomplished all of nothing in his career, and who is now only getting his chance to shine. And you, a three month rookie who succeeded when given his very first opportunity, you're comparing yourself to him. It really is despicable, the lowest of low.

This isn't about you trying to prove yourself to the "high and almighty" Scott Diamond, it never was, and you know that. Just another tale of fiction you're trying to twist into reality. This is and always has been about you proving yourself to this Championship. I'm just the beacon that happens to hold it, you're worthy enough of facing me... I never said you weren't, what I did question was your legitimacy as a contender for this championship. A championship that has been dragged through the mud for seven years, only to be finally pulled out of it and shined up by me. You've yet to prove that IF you're so lucky enough to win this championship, that you won't drop it right back into the mud like everyone before me.

I'm the only one to ever hold this Hardcore Championship with pride, I'm the only one that's never been ashamed to lug it through airports, the only one ever willing to show it off, to be proud of it. I've done my best, despite protest from the General Manager, despite disinterest from the fans and crowds, despite all of that I've made a concerned effort to make the Hardcore Championship mean something for the first time... and if it goes to you it runs the risk of not ever meaning anything, it'll continue spiraling down until EAW is forced to yet again retire it and introduce a brand new championship.

You say that it fits you perfectly, that it was designed to sit around your waist, but a championship is so much more than a fashion statement or aesthetic tool, it's an honor... one that you haven't earned. And a champion who hasn't earned his championship is doomed to fail.

This championship is the visual representation of my redemption. After years and years of being called over the hill, after years of being called past my prime, after the constant speculation around my talent and abilities, after the doubt, the laughs, the name calling, THE ACTUAL ADVERSITY AND HARDSHIPS YOU CLAIM TO HAVE FACED... this is my proof that they were all wrong. This is the proof that I'm at the summit of the hill they talk about, that I'm squarely in my prime... Darkane you claim that I don't know who I am, believe me I do. I am this Hardcore Championship. Everything that's in me has been melted into the gold of the deformed plates of this championship... it is my life, my soul and you run the risk of taking it from me and soiling it.

I'll be damned if I let you do that.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2017, 5:24 am by **Black Mamba**

1-3b
"Captain Renzor and Company"
vs. Mark Michaels, Lucas Johnson, Lance Hart

Not a moment too soon, Michaels is determined to play divide and conquer, with a pinch of bravado that can only be matched by sheer ignorance. You have to wonder why its a six man tag team match. It is interesting to note, you are banking on me just sitting on my ass while you pretend to provide me with a some level of basic level wrestling clinic. What exactly could you offer me that i have not witnessed before i recieved my contract? Your proclamations hold no weight, without the full backing of your teammates, who you claim give you full support by being silent...its foolish. What new arrival would take a back seat? What punk who cry “gimme gimme” week in and week out to our General Manager, would willingly be outclassed by the likes of something who believes he is unbeatable?

The Elimination Chamber for the National Elite Championship is merely weeks away, clearly you rather have a three on one handicap tag match. If Lucas and Lance don’t have the balls to speak up and say they’re all in right here and now, what do you think is going to be the outcome at Road to Redemption? Sure as hell is not going to be either one of them holding that belt. Sure as hell is not going to be either of them getting the winning pinfall in our tag match. What will happen is from corner post to corner post, your blood is gonna paint the ring. It will be all legal, you will be covered for any immediate insurance, as the fans will like the video provided by EAW and the follow up post by your agent, that you will get a Youtube award and a nice check to heal your wounded ego and body.

This match is going to have its troubles. I am sure that Lucas is going to have a few words to say, he cannot just punk out of this. He basically got on his knees last week, just to get the golden ticket that i essentially got as well. Personally, I rather face you one on one, but the cards were dealt. So three men will get a piece of the so called one man wrecking crew. At the end of the night, you are the one walking up the ramp with a loss. I can stare down with my tag team partners another week, cause its going to happen. None of us are going to stay frosty leading up to our match. POP is going to have to accept that he will have to do better than before. He will have that support in our match. As will Nobi, who fought to victory. I confident that Nobi will be the man to pin you on Showdown. A win by any means necessary is still a win. I do not have to be the man to knock you out, but i can clip your wings and leave you to the others.

Lance Hart….you’ve picked a poor time to hold someone’s pocket lining. How can you say you are the man of the hour, if you cannot showcase who you are once more? Do you truly like being the supporting cast? I cannot accept a challenger for the National Elite Championship to simply to stand by the sidelines. To stand by Michaels means you want to win, which is fine, but the guy clearly has been chasing champions’ shadows for some time now. Pretending to be the biggest threat to a reign just now? Cocky at best. Shame you have to be on the wrong team Lance. Shame your “team leader” has everything figured out to look good himself, but not his teammates. Shame that he mocks and spits on my teammates’ words, but he knows a united team that opposes him and him alone, unified in the fact that defeating you three requires more than barking orders. Snap reflexes that are sound, judgement that is wise, is essential in this match. Nobi, POP, myself...the past, present, and the future is represented on one team. Its looking downright ugly for you three.

Lady Luck is not smiling for you.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2017, 2:57 am by **DampshawIII**

The large oak doors of Reginald Dampshaw III's childhood home in Ryde, Isle of Wight. Reginald had the EAW crew flown in to his home especially for this occasion. While Reginald's L.A. estate is luxurious, his main English home is palatial, twice the size and more ornamental. Paintings and pictures adorn the walls, including the pictures seen in The History of The Dampshaws. The cameras move to Reginald's main room, where he is standing, holding a glass of wine.

Reginald Dampshaw III: Hello there, lads. I would be more ecstatic and jovial, seeing as I am finally making my PPV debut Saturday night at House of Glass, but...for what? An opportunity to fight for a championship that congratulates a barbaric, no holds barred way of fighting. Now, that sounds like that would fit me, but I don't feel like putting my health and well being on the line wrestling some backyard hooligan who'd rather wrap a baseball bat around my skull than wrestle me. No, this should be a triumphant moment, EAW seeing the error of their ways from sticking me in the bush leagues of NEO and finally giving me the platform I deserve, yet...no. They put me in a multi-man match. Really? I have to fight 5 other men? Ridiculous. Now, you may think I'm complaining, worried that I'm going to get lost in the shuffle against established stars. No, no. I'm merely stating the fact that I should be put in a one on one match where I can show my dominance. Speaking of established stars, let's look at these elitists.

Behind Reginald is a large bulletin board with pictures of each of his opponents at House at Glass.

Reginald Dampshaw III: Why don't we first talk about the two men that everyone else in the promotion seem to be falling over saying in no uncertain terms, that they're the favourites to win.

Reginald walks over to pictures of Hurricane Hawk and Ahren Fournier.

Reginald Dampshaw III: First, Hurricane Hawk. A man who panders to the crowd with stupid jokes and tries to fool them into believing that he's some sort of lothario. Then, Ahren Fournier. Another delusional ladies' man. At least with Hawk, he carries himself with some sort of normal confidence. Fournier is just...creepy. I don't feel comfortable being in the ring with him to be perfectly honest. So..I have two men who have some sort of complex with their own genitalia, thinking that women should be falling all over them. Tough men? I'm not so sure.

Reginald then walks over to pictures of Target Smiles and The Mexican Samurai.

Reginald Dampshaw III: Look at these imbeciles. Target Smiles, yet another idiot in a mask. I swear, I thought moving up to Dynasty I'd be free of masked freaks. Target, you say you'll win at any cost, save for breaking the rules. Well...then you don't really want to win, do you? In this match, there are no rules, so will you actually dig deep to get the job done? I don't think so. You may wear a mask, but I know I'll see fear in your eyes come Saturday. Then we go to...

Reginald face-palms and shakes his head in disgust.

Reginald Dampshaw III: ...The Mexican Samurai. I mean...what is there to say about this man? He believes in some sort of goat? Deer?
Moose? I don't even know and I certainly don't care. This is another man I want nowhere near me. Is he even sane? Is he on drugs? He could snap and kill someone. Who knows? I just know these are two weird people and I'm just tired of circus freaks.

Reginald walks to a picture of Ryan Savage.

Reginald Dampshaw III: Ryan Savage. A true physical specimen indeed. Now here's a man who has an interesting story. A former thug and delinquent, I know he has the capacity for that vicious edge you need to win. Truly, I think he's my main competition...or he would be, if he actually wasn't soft. Trying to leave his more dubious past behind for his daughter? What a shame. Once I have a child, I'll never let them come between my success. Mr. Savage, you could be a force to be reckoned with, a real intimidating presence. Instead? You're just a weak little boy.

Reginald then moves on to the final two pictures. The pictures are of Khamsin and Brayden Wolfe. Reginald sneers at the pictures.

Reginald Dampshaw III: Khamsin, don't come. Don't get into that ring Saturday. It's for your own safety. I'm not going to stand for you embarrassing me last week on Dynasty. Please. I don't want to be responsible for destroying you. Now Brayden Wolfe...Mr. Wolfe. You took the EVO Series away from, not that I gave a damn about it, but you took the opportunity to wrestle for the New Breed Championship from me. I'm not going to forget that. You're not going to win the New Breed Championship and you're not going to win the chance for the Hardcore Championship. I won't allow either. Saturday night, I'm breaking your bones. No one takes anything away from Reginald Dampshaw III. Both of you won't leave that ring on your own accord, and that's my word.

Reginald turns from the bulletin board and sits down in his large chair.

Reginald Dampshaw III: No one is giving me a chance to win this. It seems not many people are giving me a chance to make it far in the match. That's fine. No one thought I was going to make anything of myself in NEO and I became arguably the most fearsome force on that brand. I always rise to the top of the throne because I am a king. I always ascend to the very highest point because I am a lord. If I have to fight 6 other men for a chance to wrestle for a brutal championship, so be it. I'll win and then go on to become the Harcore Champion and be the most ruthless, cruel, wicked bastard that's ever held that belt. And again, you have my word.

The camera fades on Reginald smirking.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2017, 2:49 am by **Black Mamba**

1- 3
“Enemies of My Enemies Are Allies?!
Vs. Mark Michaels, Lance Hart, & Lucas Johnson

This wasn’t how everything was supposed to play out.

Here i sit in my oh so pleasant hotel room, modest and yet, comfortable beyond measure. Damn, let me rethink this. Upon arriving on Showdown, i make the damn near impossible possible. I set forth on a grand adventure to prove that my climb from NEO into the land of grandeur wasn’t make believe. Clearly i let some of that steam go when faced with the challenge laid down by Nobi. In a true display of gentlemen, i was bested. I gave him every bit the struggle he would face in the Chamber. POP showed how petty he could be in a split second moment after being blackmailed, but hey. Its just business.

My hats off to you Nobi and POP, opening my eyes a bit more. We have a bit of work in getting clear messages across to each despite the last two weeks of history. I can trust anyone to get the job done. I am always open to new ideas, this trifecta will be a well oiled machine this weekend. There is no question to the task that is laid in front of us: putting down three men freshly introduced into the chamber match. Though it would be foolish to take this undertaking blindly, i would guess I am expected to exceed the level of performance any one man could do under pressure.

I am not the new guy fresh from the market it seems, but I have seen great things from Lance Hart down in NEO. It would harsh to say that we cannot be seen as equals, but we haven’t crossed paths one on one. Your team has individuals set with prior memories clashing with the memories of my tag team partners. I could say that you and I have the cleanest slates in this match. We’re bound to impressed, but I should be much clearer. Defeat is on your hands Hart. I am looking to the future, the present is us right now making yet another statement at the expense of others, but i was already okay with that the moment i signed with EAW.

If it wasn’t for you yapping away in the manner you are going, i would take our conversation to be a proper and civil one. Instead, I am faced with the displeasure of facing someone who got the honor of pinning POP on their first week. You have a problem with the golden ticket i was handed? Step up and wait in line. You will be addressed on Showdown, just like POP, i will put you down and roll out of the ring. Why waste time pinning you when i can focus my time showing you that whatever you’re selling is just not good enough. When i cross the bridge over to Showdown, i was already set on being the example to lead. You’re not the first person to barkr in my direction about “false hopes and ideas”. Skip the bullshit and give me your best or step aside.

There is no certainity in your words Michaels, but let me help you understand better so you can speak clearly next time: My future is your future, twenty four hours a day, three hundred and sixty five days a year. Straight stomping my foot on your face, into the mat every Saturday Showdown. Regardless of what happens, our match ends with you tasting not a sample but a full dish of flavors you couldnt stomach before but now someone has to force feed you the shit until you puke red. It is alright to accept that someone else came up the ladder with a bit of denting in their armor. I’m not shiny like those pokemon everyone wants, but the National Elite Championship picture has gotten more interesting with my arrival. There is nothing you could demonstrate to convince me i stepped out of my comfort.

Teamwork is the name of the game in Indianapolis. Clearly the other side has a blind alpha trying to drag the rest of the pack to victory. Can’t bare your fangs at us, when the others have clearly not joined your side with the intent of backing you. The way i see things, victory was sealed the moment you pretended to be greater than sum of your worth. A Street Fight isn’t the ticket, the solution to all problems. You scrapped, barely the time i would consider a decent scrap on a street. Maybe enough for a worldstar vid of fame.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2017, 1:56 am by **showster26**

Showdown Promo #2

@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:

“You know something followers, it seems that every single time I try to clue some of the lower I.Q’s in the common locker room as to how they're all beneath me in the pecking order here in EAW, those same empty headed knuckle draggers tend to shoot their mouths off and make even bigger asses out of themselves. Case in point being Nobi, and Prince Of Phenomenal. Two of the most overrated acts that managed to net themselves contracts with company. I’m sure by now everyone has had a chance to hear these neanderthals grunt out something that would sound like an argument to anyone in their special needs class. But with every word that spills out of their mouths, it is just dripping with tension and passive aggression towards their teammates. Oh yeah, see while Nobi and POP (and I'm sure Ranger will be joining them soon) are busy trying their best to make it sound like there is any cohesion between them, we all see right thru it and know that their trying to one up each other in their own little pissing contest. Hell Nobi practically admitted as much the last time he opened his mouth and wasted five minutes of time that we’ll never get back.

Instead of doing the smart thing (well the other smart thing, because both of them still haven't just dropped out of the National Elite Championship match.) they yammer on and on, every syllable another wedge driven between them. Meanwhile my teammates have more or less elected me captain of our team and as such they have given me every right and privilege to speak on their behalf in regards to this six man tag team contest. They allow the true star of he show to shine, because they know that not only am I the most charismatic man on the mic (or keyboard in this case), not only am I the best between those ropes, they know that by allowing me all of this precious screen time I can get their point across better than they can, I can keep us solid as a unit, and I can personally assure them a victory this week. Unlike how I can only assure them getting an ass kicking the next.

Now I certainly realize some of you doubt the validity of my claims. Some of you are wondering just how in the world I could possibly claim that I'm gonna carry Lucas Johnson and Lance Hart to a victory. And granted it won't be easy with these two. But I can stand here confidently and proclaim Victory for team Michaels, because while every one can speculate about who has the edge physically, mentally there is simply no comparison. I mean I've already talked about how a sack of potatoes has a higher I.Q. Than all three of my opponents combined. But what about the other side of the coin? Well for your information you are looking at the man who played Brian Daniels better than the first chair fiddle in the local philharmonic! In one moment I managed to not only score a match where I could put an end to Kaise Boetius, but I got Daniels to fast track me right to the National Elite Championship. See while Nobi, and POP are running their mouths and fooling themselves into thinking they ain't gonna get run over like rat underneath a Mack truck, I'm already got the Perfect strategy on how to walk away with the W. while their out there puffing their chests out, I'm sitting back laughing. Because believe you me, the moment is gonna come where their too busy bickering with each other, and in that spilt second where they'll take their eyes off the ball, that's when I'm gonna put them down for the one, two, three faster than I could snap a selfie! This Saturday night, it's gonna be all too easy, same as it's gonna be inside that Elimination Chamber match.

Now yes Nobi likes to brag about not getting pinned since the last time he got his ass handed to him. Guess what pal, you haven't been pinned since Dia Del Diablo, well neither have I. Look it up, MY shoulders haven't been counted out since well, to be honest I haven't been pinned at all this season. Oh sure driven thru tables, and tossed over the top, and even an occasional count out. But push come to shove, when my back is to the wall, there hasn't been a man who has gotten a three count on me! And there is not a chance in hell that you of all people are gonna be the first. How do I know that? Well considering that you don't have the balls to get pull out all the stops in a match where there aren't any rules, and I am, well that says enough right there. See what that means is that between the two of us, I'll always go that extra mile to get the win. Doesn't matter how high I have to climb or how low I have to sink, if it means winning, and more importantly, if it means winning championship gold, I won't have a second thought about it. So think long and hard about what that means if I decide to bash the few brain cells you have left out of your thick skull with the ring bell. Or if I should decide to shatter your ankle with a steel chair. Or more simply, your fists aren't gonna do you any good when a sledgehammer turns every bone In your hand to dust! Make no mistake about it, you may have gotten past Lucas without a weapon, but right now your in the water with a much hungrier shark. Your right in the den with a lion who will chew you up and spit you out quicker than a heartbeat. I am a man who conquers in that ring, while you just drift along. I take charge of the situation and grab my future right by the horns. You somehow manage to just eek by barely above irrelevance. That's why you got creamed by a stoned out his goard stark, that's why Your mentor left this company in a disgraceful whimper instead of a shining moment that would have stood for all time! That's why I'm gonna pin you right in the middle of the ring this week, the same as I’m gonna pin you next week in Lexington.

And POP, you wonder why I haven't gotten any good around my waist. You wonder why I
Haven't gotten a title reign here in my EAW tenure. But the question I would be asking, the one I would be most concerned about, is why whenever that National Elite championship needs a contender I'm the guy who's right there in the thick of the conversation. Whereever that title goes, I'm following right behind. I'll tell you why, because my talent in that ring is too good to be denied. My style in that ring is as graceful and dominant in a wrestling ring as Muhammad Ali’s was in the boxing ring. My technique is one that is unmatched and unparalleled by any other, least of all some paper champ who's too full of his own shit to swallow the fact that his days of holding my title are numbered! This Saturday you're gonna get a reminder of just how much substance I have in that ring. You're gonna feel the heat that's coming from the brightest burn star that this company will ever be graced by. I'll give you a point I'm not as good as you, I'm better in every conceivable way. Don't believe me? Go on and ask any of followers who have declared me the their undisputed Social Media Champion because I make the guys in the textbook look sloppy. And if you don't believe them than ask my haters a whose eyes are glued to every pic, vid, and status update, hopping that this will be the time that I fall flat on my face, only for them to be disappointed yet again. Rest assured POPS, there isn't another man who can do it all like I can. I can take it to the mat, I can brawl, I can give you a catch as catch can classic or a demolition derby in that ring. And no matter what the situation, no matter the stipulation, no matter what gets thrown my way by anyone fool enough to go toe to toe with me, I rise above it all, and walk away the worldwide trending topic. The guy whose name is on everybody's tongue while they're chatting at the water cooler. Saturday night, you want to see just what makes me so special? You should be a bit more careful what you wish for.

And as for you Ranger, do yourself a favor this Saturday and just stand on the apron looking like the doofus you are. And pay close attention to the beat down I'm gonna lay on both of the numb nuts in your corner. Study just how I'm gonna dominate then from bell to bell, because after I get thru with them in Indianapolis, I'll be doing the same to you in Lexington.

So all three of you better get ready because you are about to get a sneak peak of what's gonna happen inside that chamber when my hand gets lifted high. My foot is about to send all your asses a direct message, when it sends each and every one of you sailing thru the front door of the Bridgestone arena! Get ready because by this time in a few short weeks, there won't even be a question in your minds as to why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero who'll be the sole survivor in he National Elite Championship Elimination Chamber match! You will all soon have no choice but to start coming correct and recognizing me as Perfection incarnate, and hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots. You all are gonna have to bow down before “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, and like it or not you all will be Picturing THAT!

#EAW #Showdown #Saturday”

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Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2017, 12:15 am by **ThePizzaBoy**

House of Glass Promo No. 4: Pepperonis from Heaven

The camera opens on a musky, blasted out, barely standing warehouse. It's dank and the earth has taken most of it back in a short period. Through the underbrush covering a gaping hole where a wall used to be, two headlights cut through the darkness and then come to a full stop in momentum before flickering off. Fertility Lynch grabs onto the vine like curtain and parts them in the middle. PB peers inside with a nonplus expression. Rhea smiles and clasps her cheeks as a barely self-contained squeak tries to escape her body.

Fertility Lynch: This should do I guess.

Rhea Dire Wolf: What do you mean 'it should do?' It's perfect! It's just like the dilapidated warehouse at home!

Fertility Lynch: I mean...yeah, we're in Detroit. They're kind of a dime a dozen.

Rhea Dire Wolf: Ooooh and I saw a half-buried crate just outside of the building across town that reminds me of mine! Do you think I could have it?

Fertility Lynch: That crate and that building are both probably empty. Again...Detroit. Have at it.

Rhea dances in place with excitement before rushing out of the warehouse. Lynch approaches PB, whose still hanging back at the car, perhaps in hopes this isn't their last stop in their search for an away game training facility. Lynch leans back on her elbows on the hood. They both study the space for a moment before Lynch pushes off the car and heads toward the trunk. PB looks up to the heavens and sighs in defeat.

Fertility Lynch: Think you can bump on some pallets.

PB: It looks like I'm going to have to.

Fertility Lynch: Problem?

PB: Why are we here?

Fertility Lynch: IIII thought that was clear. We're here to train for this match of yours, which is the type of match, by the by, that we're trying to break you from choosing or accepting by teaching you how to actually wrestle.

PB: No, I mean why are you here?

Lynch stops unpacking and stares at PB with annoyed inquiry.

Fertility Lynch: 'cause some guy with a toupee less convincing than a merkin paid me to train you instead of...other...stuff...

PB: Is that your god? Money?

Fertility Lynch: No. I'm my god. I'm a lot of other people's god as well. It's actually quite the unwanted bit of attention at times. People ask so many questions while you have a gun to their head. I swear, it's like they think just because they paid for an hour of fun that I'm going to finish them off before...well, finishing them off.

PB: Why not take the money and bail? You clearly have no emotional or ethical investment in me. You could care less if I live or die. Like you said, before Barney got to you someone had paid you to kill me. Why not just do it and stiff Barney on the pay? It's not like he's coming out of witness protection to hunt you down or anything.

Fertility Lynch: You know, I don't say this often in my daily walk of life, but this isn't about me trying to kill you is it?

PB: It's this Nasir Moore guy. He says God showed him the way.

Fertility Lynch: So?

PB: So? What do you mean so?!

Fertility Lynch: Doesn't that whack job Nico believe the same thing? Why does it bother you? Nasir's clearly just another nut talking to god.

PB: Yeah, but he's talking to my God. The actual God. The one that led HBB to success, and the one that led me to HBB.

Fertility Lynch: Joan of Arc claimed the same thing you know? Same goes for a lot of people in history.

PB: So you don't think any of those experiences were authentic?

Fertility Lynch: Personally? No, but I also don't believe that any faith is based on direct contact with a higher power. It's like science with law and theory, except dumb and made up.

PB: Those are my beliefs you're calling made up.

Fertility Lynch: So? Why do you care? To you I'm the most amoral scum of the earth.

PB: No you're not.

Fertility Lynch: Yes I am You know I'm a prostitute, you know I'm a professional killer as well, and you know that I'm a liar who will say and do anything to get you to shut up so that I can finish this job.

Lynch tosses PB a bag. He puts it down and approaches Lynch cautiously.

PB: OK.

Fertility Lynch: OK what?

PB: Sell me your lie then. That's what you're here to do isn't it? Tell me why I shouldn't care about Nasir's direct link to the man upstairs?

Fertility Lynch: Seriously? You know how lies work right? I mean, you're not that much of a goody two shoes prude are you? I can't lie to you if you know it's a lie.

PB: Maybe you'll say something I need to hear. You're quite skilled with your mouth.

Fertility Lynch: Kid, you don't know the half of it.

PB: Gross.

Fertility Lynch: See? Why should anything coming out of this mouth, physically or metaphorically, impress "Mr. Holier Than Thou Art" Andrew? I'm here to get you into a position where you're not killed every match, not be your damned little league coach.

Lynch flips her hair in Pizza Boy's face and begins to walk off. She's stopped in her tracks when she feels a hand gently clasp her wrist. She turns back to find Pizza Boy looking vulnerably sincere in his action. She begins to open her mouth to curse him out, but he quickly lunges in for a kiss and stops her mid sentence. Lynch lets him, rolls her eyes as the Pizza Boy makes the best of the moment, before pushing him away after a quick glance at her clock phone.

Fertility Lynch: Jesus, don't tell me you're in love with me.

PB: No, I just wanted to prove that you didn't disgust me. You say you stick disgusting things in your mouth?

Fertility Lynch: Yeah, and I just added another to the list.

PB: I'm merely displaying that I don't believe whatever you put in your mouth is too good for mine.

Fertility Lynch: Oh yeah? Plan on glory holin' for rolls of quarters now?

PB: Just tell me what you meant by theory and law.

Lynch, still clearly disgusted by the events that have just taken place wipes the remaining lipstick off of her mouth, spits on the ground, and lights a cigarette.

Fertility Lynch: OK, so science dweebs spend most of their academia writing papers and presenting theory. Some do it just to keep the flashy title of 'doctor' in front of their names, and some do it to actually change the world. The ones who do it to make a tiny dent in the plight called life sacrifice social time and luxury by spending years in a lab trying to turn a good theory into a law. With most well known theories, like the theory of relativity, the big bang, or evolution ., they're almost taken at face value as fact by most of the community without having all of the answers. Sure, there are debates, but no one's come up with anything to disprove them. This is no different than any other faith out there that preaches about floods or famine. Each culture has their takes on a major global event that happened in the past and did the best within their means to interpret the happenings of the world around them. When they inevitably found a new answer, they'd burn a few people for sorcery before finally falling into reason.

PB: And what of laws?

Fertility Lynch: Laws are a bit less interesting because it's the end game. It's the equivalent to finishing a book: I'm sure the scientists feel accomplished and a bit empty after spending so much time changing their theory into law. I bet some of them are even sad about finishing, maybe even miss the familiarity. Once something becomes a law you know essentially everything you need to know about it and it cannot be refuted.

PB: So you're saying Nasir, if he's indeed talked to God, is destined to be champion no matter what?

Fertility Lynch: Ummm yeah, pretty much.

PB:....

Fertility Lynch: What?

PB:...Thanks Fertility...great pep talk.

Fertility Lynch: Doesn't that seem sad to you? HBB told you that your destiny was the National Championship. He didn't tell you how to get there, what to do with such a burden, or how to conduct yourself. You figured out who you wanted to be and it led to more gold. The National Championship wasn't your end game. Nasir Moore's end game is the Answer's World Championship.

PB:...So you're saying I'm cursed by God to lose?

Fertility Lynch: Damn it kid, listen to me! You may lose, but there's a tomorrow for you. If you lose, which you wont or I'll kick your ass for wasting my afternoons, then you have free reign to come back again, and again, and again. Once Nasir loses that belt he loses his purpose.

PB: I don't want that for him. I don't want that for anybody.

Fertility Lynch: Then what do you want?

PB: I want answers from God. I want his reasoning for sending someone to take my place. I want to know if this is truly his will.

Fertility Lynch: Aw, kid.

Lynch cups PB's cheek in her hand as a facade of sincerity passes over her face.

Fertility Lynch: If there's a god, then he certainly doesn't work that way. We're alone. All you have is the love of others and seventy years give or take to kick around on this planet before you even get close to knowing if you have that sort of closure or not.

PB: Then what's the point?

Fertility Lynch: To make a little pocket of paradise for yourself and do what you feel is right.

PB: OK...OK, Thanks.

Pizza Boy begins to relax. Lynch's evil grin creeps back up on her face. She pulls her hand away from PB's face and turns to walk off.

Fertility Lynch: Was that a good enough lie for ya?

[/b]PB lets his head drop and then shakes off his dread with a hopeless and dismissive shrug and chuckle. He catches the sight of Rhea coming back down the road with the box dragging behind. He waves and smiles as she approaches. She begins to wave and smile back,but suddenly all of the joy drains from her.[/b]

PB: What's up?

Rhea Dire Wolf: Was she holding your...

PB: Hmm? Oh! You saw...? It's nothing. She was just giving me a pep talk.

Rhea: Oh...I see. I also see the lipstick on your mouth.

PB: Wha?

Pizza Boy self-consciously starts rubbing off the lipstick. Rhea scowls and nudges past, letting the box run over PB's feet as she does so. As she trudges into the darkened warehouse, Fertility holds the vines open for her, gives Pizza Boy a wicked smile, licks her finger, and marks a point in the air before following the jilted Rhea inside. PB sighs once more and lets himself fall back on the car hood, stretching his arms out at his sides as he looks up toward the heavens.

PB: Destiny's a tricky thing isn't it? Being a tool of the all-knowing makes decisions that should seem linear quite the jumbled road map. If either of you were truly sent to me with an ethereal task at hand, you best understand that doing something for a higher power doesn't mean the higher power intervenes on your behalf. I was in my darkest and most torturous hours of my humanity when I set out for my holy grail. I fought wars as one man in the name of God, and lost battles while swinging the Christian banner into oblivion. Destiny isn't a law. Your path to the promise land isn't placed in front of you. You have to find it, and if the good book tells us anything it's that simply finding it doesn't allow you entry. You've made it thus far Nasir, but it took a visitation from an incorporeal messenger from God to get here. That's a clear indicator of a lack of faith from both sides of the pearly white gates. Clearly God didn't think you were devoted enough to find your true calling on your own, or to trust your judgment enough to send a mentor to show you your way to the light. Likewise, you mustn't have been showing all that much faith to begin with if God had to quite literally move heaven and earth to get your attention. Maybe that's not my place to judge. Maybe these are just unkind words coming from a jealous and broken man, or maybe to each his own, but if I were you I'd feel a bit self-conscious about the lengths God took to get you on your straight and narrow. That's me, but I'm not here to preach gossip. I'm here to tell you that destiny can be rewritten, or it could be something completely different from what you believe it to be in the first place. God's set a lot of men up for failure just to test their faith in Him. He's covered men in festering sores, made them walk through the desert for a thousand years, and even tried to see if they'd sacrifice their only child in His name. He's also given a National Championship to a kid who wasn't mentally or physically ready for it's responsibilities. I came out the other end of those trials to become champion of the world twice. That wasn't initially in the cards for me, and it was more than I've ever felt that I deserved, but since that initial championship reign I've taken my titles seriously. I wouldn't have put us in this sort of match if I didn't think my faith was ready for the slings and arrows that you and Eclipse can bring to a fight. Make no mistake in thinking that I'm overlooking you. I am staring through you to the man on the other side, but I'm very aware of your presence and ability. I'm not looking for any allies in this battle. I plan on disposing of you if I have to and finishing out my business with Diemos. I don't deny that you're a sizable obstacle in my way, but at this point I'm pretty sure there isn't much that could keep me away from Eclipse. Now if you feel the urge to throw in a few kicks while I'm raining down blows on that half-whit, then by all means, help yourself. If you think you're going to make this thing about you though, you best let me finish my business and wait your turn. I'll face you one on one. I'll do it next FPV if you'd like. I'd love nothing more actually. All I ask in return is your cooperation in staying out of my business for the time being. Now here's the part where you're asking, "and if I don't?", and the answer to that is "Then you'll be a part of my business that needs tending to." It doesn't have to be this way between you and I, but I'm pretty sure you're going to make this a 'thing', so I'm done wasting my breath trying to convince you and use it resourcefully in my training."

Pizza Boy sits up off the car hood and makes his way toward the warehouse. Rhea meets him at the vines, her lip trembling as her eyes well up in anger.

PB: What are you mad about?

Rhea Dire Wolf: Nothing! Today we're studying striking!

Rhea lays into Pizza Boy's arm with a flurry of tiny hammer fist pummels. PB tries to guard himself and consul the upset Rhea at the same time. Reluctantly he swoops in and picks her up by the waist. She hangs in his arms with her head hunched over and her arms crossed.

PB: I didn't want to do this, but clearly you're upset about something.

Rhea Dire Wolf: No. Nothing. Nothing at all. Hmph!

PB: Is it because I kissed Fertility?

Rhea Dire Wolf: No! You're ugly! And old! Nobody loves you!

Her voice cracks a little on the last words. PB puts her down and hugs her as she bawls into the front of his shirt.

Rhea Dire Wolf: I *hic* thought *hic* you *hic* liked me!

PB: Oh I do. I do, but I didn't want to complicate things with training. Listen, Fertility and I are barely friends, can't you and I just be really good friends? Like I said, I do care about you but you're young, and like you said, I'm old and ugly. I mean, I'm only 23, but still I'm older and-you know what? I'm rambling. Friends? or is this going to be weird?

Rhea Dire Wolf: *muffled in PB's shirt* maybe...but you gotta do something first.

PB: Anything to make this less complicated.

Rhea blows her nose on PB's shirt tail and wipes away her tears. Still pouty and on the defensive she mumbles something. PB leans in to listen closer. When he does so, she pecks him on the lips giggles.

Rhea Dire Wolf: Was I better?

PB: Huh? Than Lynch? Without question. At least you didn't taste like cigarettes and I don't want to know what else.

Rhea Dire Wolf: Wow. My kisses are better than cancer. You're quite the charmer aren't you?

Rhea laughs and nudges PB with her elbow. She struts past Lynch as she enters back into the warehouse, letting her pelt tail wag behind her. Lynch glowers at her suspiciously, and then at PB, who in return smirks and slides Lynch's pantomime point to his side of the imaginary scoreboard. The camera starts to fade to black around Lynch's eyes staring daggers into PB as he walks away.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 11:23 pm by Guest

House of Glass

Tabula Rasa

Nico Borġ: The stage is set. Their tabling their bets. Weighing risk and reward in a chaotic swirl within their heads. As faith in one contender topples as that in another rises meteorically. In a twist of fate unthinkable even six months ago, Jacob Senn has found himself on the wrong end of long odds. But desire does strange things to the mind. It is a carnival mirror; it distorts proportions and teases the perceptions. Some will see that carrot hanging before them and immediately all sane doubts will be expunged from their minds. The risks that they begin taking appear less than they have been warned, not because they are so, but because they wish them to be so. Because deep down that is what they are praying for. Yet, prayers of this kind are seldom answered. This phenomenon, this ‘deep play’ as it has been dubbed, where the stakes are so high that it is irrational for men to play the game at all...is the curse of a certain kind of person. That is to say: addicts, fetishists, fools, savages and the like who need only to be protected by themselves. With those weak promises that you you continue to make, Jacob, it is clear that you haven’t a care for the well being of such people, even though they are the only ones that continue to hold some misguided faith in you. Of course, when it comes down to it, you can count yourself amongst them.

Chorus: Risking it all. Gambling to tumble once again and land on those cruel shards of broken dreams and broken glass, and all for just one chance. No. A chance of a chance, to reinstate a name upon the lips, for however pitifully short a time. How foolish.

Nico Borġ: I have been listening to you mutter on in circles, trying to embolden your position by making false equivalences. But it is transparent to see that these are more attempts to convince yourself than anyone else. Feeble attempts to quieten the storm of madness that rumbles around your head. Useless strokes attempting to wipe clean the slate of all it’s contents, but the scars are etched to deep in your stony complexion for it to matter. The lines on your face make you an easy man to read, Jacob Senn. So let us not allow your passions to overshadow what we both know full well. StarrStan may have his favourites, but he also needs to uphold some semblance of fairness or risk riots in the dressing room. He can be backed into a corner just as much as anyone else. And I suspect that even he can have his mind changed. If the likes of Scott Oasis, TLA, Eclipse Diemos can find themselves with World Championship opportunities after I have outshined each of them then who should deny me? Who even could, hypothetically, if this briefcase never existed? I hazard to guess that if we were having this conversation and no contract was involved, the situation would be very very similar. I’d leave you lying in a pile of glass and your own blood. And then, after the main event or on the next show, I would walk down calmly to the ring and ask most politely for the title shot that I had thus far proved worthy of. Nas or The Pizza Boy would be too proud to back down from who they know to be the most deserving contender left, and I’m sure Starr will agree that anyone is a lesser evil than Eclipse and his ‘family’. Either way, that is not privilege or a blessing or favoritism - that is just the ultimate result of attaining results. What you seem to have chosen to forget is that I know exactly what it is like to not be backed by my General Manager, to be overlooked, to be scorned as you are now. During my first experiences of Dynasty, Monroe probably thought less of me than StarrStan thinks of you right now. After all, Starr did at least attempt to draw you onto his side at Territorial Invasion. But I did not react the way that you have been. I did not drive off my hinges in a petulant rage, wailing for instant satisfaction like a child. I spent a whole year...A WHOLE YEAR proving him wrong. Proving that I don’t just have a future here at EAW...I AM the future. What is more, every grand opportunity that I have ever touched with these hands has come not because I show my worst self when things fail to go to plan, but because I have shown myself at my most worthy by winning matches. That holds true for this briefcase that I have fought for twice already, and hold few qualms about fighting for again. But even if this briefcase never existed, even if I had torn up the contract and burnt it to ashes the day I walked back into a Dynasty ring, it wouldn’t matter at all. Briefcase or not, the man who consistently triumphs holds a stronger claim than the one who consistently sits among the ashes of defeat. That is why when I say I am going to do something, everybody, even those that hate me and do not for their lives want to admit it...even they, despite themselves, have to pause and think “you know, it is hard to believe he won’t”. In the end that is the conclusion that Monroe came to after so quickly writing me off. Infact I dare say that Monroe didn’t even have a choice.

Chorus: Though once he doubted, he was forced to swallow his pride and assent to the Invictus’ great undertakings. The cynic saw the light, and a believer was made out of him.

Nico Borġ: Yet, whatever anyone thinks of me, the most salient fact of the matter is, Senn, that there may never be any better time to stand before you other than right now. And there has never been a worse time to get in my way than the day you decided to tempt my righteous indignation while knowing full well that I am in the form of my life, that I would dare to put the greatest opportunity of my career on the line, and that around the corner awaits House of Glass - a night so hostile to human life that high falls from grace and stab wounds may go hand in hand. Now this isn’t to say that I am taking you lightly, quite the contrary. I understand that a big part of success is the mental balancing act. On one hand, having the resolve to knock crack under the pressure of expectations, but also not allowing complacency to get the better of me. My choice of stipulation merely reflects those very concerns. I am, as it were, raising the stakes. Whether up on that glass ladder or down amongst the fragile landscape at ringside, any one mistake can result in scars that will last a lifetime, any lapse in focus can result in an injury that could shorter a career, or end it. Each man enters this match expecting to be cut open, to bleed, to fall as lightning from heaven through panes of stinging agony. just by accepting the terms, we each know that we will be offering up our blood and flesh to this altar and leaving a bit of each behind us in the ring.

Chorus: Even if the Invictus were so loathsome as to not respect what you are capable of, who can do anything but be heedful and regard the cruel and unsympathetic ground of your reckoning?

Nico Borġ: That is where we are alike, but here is the difference. You are here, as has been mentioned, to wash away the stain of these past months and wipe the table of your shame. And I...I am here to leave a mark. I am here to cut into each and everyone’s consciousness the image of the man whose great undertakings will turn Dynasty upside down. And I am here to punish, the one time punisher with the knowledge, carved into your skin, that your tresspasses will not be forgotten, they will not be wiped clean, and that as long as you tempt fate you will pay for your tresspasses.

Chorus: Ave Invictus.

Nico Borġ: Unvanquished. Unconquered.

Chorus: En Nico, Níka.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 10:18 pm by **Hurricane Hawk**

HOUSE OF GLASS #9: It's TIME

Looking at myself in the mirror I have one question to ask: are you ready? House of Glass is just two days away and I cannot help but think about the things that are bound to happen. Part of me is looking to see if I truly am prepared for everything that is about to go down while the rest of me is ready to kill. The predator is on the run and always is patient.. always is stalking and always is looking for the kill, just like I am going to do at the House of Glass when everyone makes that same mistake that I will take as an advantage to take what I want: the opportunity be the next number one contender for that EAW Hardcore Championship. I’m tired of hearing from the same guys.. Hearing the words coming from the mouth of Target Smiles.. Ahren Fournier.. and Brayden Wolfe. The others KNOW that they do not stand a chance, but the rest of you, really do not stand a chance either. You see I still am on the move and I still will make sure that whether you like it or not House of Glass will be MY show. I am tired of being looked down on. Every single time I make my return people think that it’s just sweet to try and take me as an example, when really this is not that chance. This is the chance for me to get myself back fully and make a NAME for myself. I do not just WANT this opportunity I need this opportunity. Ahren Fournier, I love the fact that you just love to run your mouth. Everything just does not seem to make sense to you, but I’ll make sure to beat into your skull at House of Glass. If you really think that you can beat me Ahren Fournier, it’s time to get out of your little dream and turn your eyes back to reality where you see ME defeating you. You wanted to step towards me and now you got one of the best elitist to ever step in the ring waiting for you to make just that one simple mistake that I know you will make.. and I will pounce on it and make you look foolish. Ahren this is where you will realize that this is not for me to fall but for me to get back to where I was. You believe that I will not make it back to where I was, but watch you see yourself as the stepping stone for me to get to the next step. Then all you can do is laugh at yourself for the words that you said which were LIES. Just like Target Smiles.. you’re a fraud. Target likes to say that everyone is saying “no I’m winning.. no I’m winning..” But YET, he is said that right in his head. Right under that stupid mask that he wears to cover his shame of a face, he knows that he will fall to me. Ahren I know that I do not have anything to prove that I’m ready, but I’ll just make sure to prove it right at House of Glass. This is MY proving point right now and when I step into that ring just know that I’m pressed to get what I want.

I’m stepping into this House of Glass which is fully fragile just like Ahren Fournier and Target Smiles. Brayden Wolfe took a step to a chance and failed to catch it because he just was not ready. I watched what happen to see just exactly you could get to and just like all of these guys you’re nothing. Me.. I’ve done this before. I’ve been at this level.. I’ve taken my heights and then the shame is that after House of Glass I’m going to do it AGAIN before you guys can even say you mean something to this business. I have one thing focused on my mind and that is that EAW Hardcore Championship. And after I take that victory I’m going to watch Darkane and Scott Diamond and I’m going to see who walks away with the championship because right after that I’m going to take it from him. I’m in the middle of a war and this is just the first battle that I need to TAKE as a win. I am NOT going to be seen as a mistake again.. I’m NOT going to FALL to any of you because this is WHAT I LIVE FOR.. I LIVE FOR THE OPPORTUNITIES LIKE THIS.. I live to earn each and every single chance to make myself better each time and I KNOW that I’ve made my mistakes coming back from time to time but this is just going to ADD to the success that I’ve gained on my legacy. So when I ask myself am I ready? HELL YEAH.. I was BORN READY for this. I hope all of you are ready to see me in that ring because I’m going to TAKE away exactly what each of you want. This Glass Gauntlet match is more than just a match to me. This is a piece to my career that I am going to add to the puzzle that connects to every other piece that I already have. I hope that you know that I’m going to take down each and everyone of you and be the man that is going to be known as THE KING of Hardcore.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 7:09 pm by **Nasir Escobar**

Ya know PB, I must admit you’ve surprised me. I didn’t take you for someone who had this much to say. And for someone to hold such a strong opinion of me and my own statements and opinions. And when I say surprised, I do mean positively. I am thrilled at the prospect that you’re not holding back whatsoever on me. Treating me as I feel I should be treated. A top tier threat who is capable of taking out anyone and everyone in this company if presented with the chance to. And you’re right. You are absolutely right. Eclipse Diemos is the sole reason Red Wallz even has to exist to begin with. Without his presence...we could see the two of us compete in a one on one match where real talent and ability takes precedence over brute destructive force. But don’t get it twisted Pizza Boy. You should NOT sleep on my abilities to cause some havoc if put in the right position. When pushed to, I did eliminate ten men from the Grand Rampage match among other incredible feats that showcase that I am not one to be slept on when it comes to dangerous situations like this one here. And what makes the Red Wallz so special? Is it that it seals us in? Or that it seals others out? Well your logic was sound PB. Keep anyone and everyone who could try to introduce themselves to this match from doing so. Whether they be a sanatorium representative. Or they be wielding a briefcase. Or also quite simply are a known enemy of any of the three of us. Pizza Boy we may not see eye to eye on everything yet, but what I can tell you is this my friend. We both have an itch to scratch with the same guy. We both have a bone to pick with the third man in this matchup. We both have unfinished business with Eclipse Diemos. Now I’m not telling you that we should necessarily gang up on the man. But what I am telling you is that he has caused more trouble for the two of us then we could ever even hope to imagine to cause upon one another. And that it would be a cruel fate of irony for him, meanwhile sweet sweet justice for the two of us if for once in his life...for just this one time Eclipse was on the receiving end of this sort of thing and not on the other side watching his mindless sheep do his dirty work. Now Pizza Boy I admire what you have accomplished in these last two years and I respect any sort of insight you have to share with me about your discoveries over said years. However. I know I can complete my mission. The task of uniting all of those that fall under the branch of the Land of the Elites. And to stand atop of it unchallenged as the hero of this tale. The savior of this world. The messiah of the new era of Elite Answers Wrestling. I have been given this divine request because only I am capable of completing it. No matter how many things we may have in common Pizza Boy. That’s the difference between us. More so than any other. God has specifically sent one of his messengers to me and personally tasked me with this mission to complete. And what can I say PB? I’ve been groomed for this for a very long time now. All the pieces are coming together. The former fragments of my memories as a child. I have stuck them all back together chronologically where they belong. And they paint the picture of a frail young boy who rose up and became a powerful man. Powerful enough that his voice alone could move an entire nation forward. An entire Land following the vision of this man. That man of course...being Nasir Moore. Because you see Pizza Boy. I have been specifically chosen to become something beyond that of any simple mortal man such as yourself. This match is quite interesting you see. First of have Eclipse Diemos. Decidedly the representative of hell itself. Then yourself Pizza Boy. You are the common man. However you are earth’s champion. But then there’s me. Now many of you may be mislead to believe Pizza Boy and myself fight the exact same battles. No. Although we share similar visions. Our ideals are still mutually exclusive to one another. The biggest difference comes from the fact that I am as I said. A Prophet. The Sage of Light. The Messiah who will help The Land of the Elites evolve further from what it is now! This is my sacred deed. My mission tasked to me by god himself. But don’t be mistaken quite yet. For you see I have already evolved myself first...I am the example for others to follow. Yes…

I have evolved from a man…

...to a God.

And being a god I know that only I am capable of achieving things that mortal men can only dream of. However do not worry Answers World Champion. Do not fret Pizza Boy. We shall show the world everything that we are in due time. Taking out the common threat is the first priority however. And I have no Idea where you came up with this sense of vengeance. I have no concern for any man anymore now that I have dealt with My brother Aren and CM Banks. If you mean Eclipse Diemos he is not to be concerned about when it comes to my sake. The Answers World Championship is all I see. Well...that and the man who holds it. Pizza Boy if anyone is the threat here it is you. Part of you I am sure is delighted to hear that from me. The other half however...knows what that entails however. Quite interesting that you think I am being arrogant however. You may be one of the most interesting if not the most interesting person to ever say that I had an ego issue of any kind whatsoever. You see Pizza Boy I am proud of who I am and what I am going to accomplish over time. As any man in my position should be. But I am far from arrogant. I more than understand that I am the absolute last person who should be. You see the difference between Arrogance and Confidence as you should know by now is this Champ. Arrogance blinds one while Confidence simply boosts one’s self morale. I’d go as far to say that it is fuel for me to complete my objectives even more so than before.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 6:45 pm by **Darkane**

House of Glass IV

If my career began at Pain for Pride X then I'd say I've done pretty damn well for myself so far, no?

I mean I'm already breathing fire down your neck to get that coveted prize on your shoulder and now all you're going to do is stomp your feet and throw one big hissy fit because what? I'm entitled? Scott, I've earned my way here, whether you choose to accept it or not. I didn't stick my tongue up StarStan's ass and beg him to put me in this match, I outlasted men who were just as championship-starved as I was to get here. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Yet for some reason, you don't seem to get it. It doesn't matter if it took me three months or three years, the fact of the matter is, I'm here and I'm here to stay and from my perspective, that frenzied time bomb inside of your head that is counting down the seconds until we clash is ticking away and once the timer reaches zero it's going to be very messy.

How dare I challenge THE one and only Scott Diamond?!

The guy who doesn't even know what his sole fucking purpose is anymore. The guy who walks around in complete shambles because he got pinned by the guy who's only been here 'three months'. Scott Diamond is the guy who doesn't have the gall to rip down the signs that say lets go Darkane or that say Scott Diamond sucks. Scott Diamond is the guy that can't seem to blur out the mocking chants that are thrown his way. He is the guy who goes home hangs his coat up and walks past his child's outstretched arms who had been there all day waiting for a hug and you collapse on the couch, opening a cold one, completely oblivious to the world around you. You just don't have it in you. You have nobody to blame for your shortcomings but yourself, yet you act all defiant, like it's your last hoorah, like if I can't do anything else for myself I might as well pretend to act audacious and tear Darkane down. What a pitiful effort on your part. I told you to stand up for yourself, I didn't tell you to make yourself look like a complete imbecile, but if this is the Scott Diamond I'm going to get at House of Glass then it is what it is. I still have to do what I have to do and that's put you out of your melancholic misery once and for all.

But I can't do that, according to you I've only been here 'three months', I haven't walked the roads that Scott Diamond has, I haven't suffered like Scott Diamond has, I haven't paid my dues like Scott Diamond has, newsflash; I don't give a shit. I know what I'm worth and I don't need some wizened hound dog barking at me, telling me where I belong. I know where I belong and that's in that ring with you. Come to think of it, why would I want to walk the exact same roads of Scott Diamond or pay the dues that Scott Diamond has? Sure, your career is illustrious, don't get me wrong, but look at the Scott Diamond then and compare him to the Scott Diamond now, if I knew that was to be my fate, then maybe all the accolades and championships over your career aren't worth it after all, compared to what you are now, I mean look at you, you're like a grandpa with his cane pounding on the ceiling and yelling "keep it down will ya" yet there isn't even an upstairs to your house. You're deranged and astray. I'm here to pay the dues of Darkane, not Scott Diamond, I'm here to formulate my own path of success, to form my own legacy that I can look back on at the end of my career and tip my cap too. I want Darkane to become a household name and if I were to try to emulate Scott Diamond then I would be doing myself a steep disservice. The only thing I want to emulate of you Scott, is holding that hardcore championship and I know you don't believe in me and in your heart of hearts, I can actually see you beginning to hate me, just like I said you would, but that's okay, I've been overlooked and scorned against my whole life and I haven't shed any tears over it, I'm not complaining about it and I haven't completely lost myself like you have.

I've explained to the masses over and over on what the hardcore title means to me, to the point where it's like beating a dead horse but still, you won't believe me. I've sat around for a month now, waiting, borderline salivating at the chance to finally get an opportunity at the hardcore title, it's been a long wait, that's for sure, it has constantly tested my patience but now that it's so close that I can almost taste it and the taste is better than I could ever dream of, but I know I still have to knock over the stubborn mule that is in possession of the title, and if I don't, then it will throw a nasty wrench into my meteoric rise on Dynasty, this is my first true step into establishing myself as a mainstay on Dynasty, I realize that you're the champion, I realize that when a man is backed into a corner like you are, by no fault of my own mind you, that is when he is at his most dangerous, but I also realize when a man is holding onto a title for the sole reason of keeping himself above water, when all other positive aspects of his life are just a phantasm at this point, they're dead and gone, when the successes of a man have faded with time and no longer hold the glory they once had, then it is my destiny to put you to rest.

For good.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 3:24 pm by **Scott Oasis**

“So tell us, with your Glass Wallz match coming up in just a matter of days, what are your thoughts on your opponent for that night: Tyler Parker?”

(Scott Oasis and Sebastian Monroe are sitting next to each other on set, being interviewed by a man behind the camera, the person who had just asked that question. Sebastian Monroe is biting his tongue and fighting to not talk while Scott Oasis is scanning around the room as he thinks of a proper response to the question, looking annoyed more and more as he remains quiet. He turns back to the camera and shoots a look to show how ridiculous he feels it is.)

Scott Oasis: What are my thoughts on Tyler Parker? They’re the same as they were weeks ago. Fuck Tyler Parker! Fuck him as a person, an athlete, a brand -- and don’t forget a big “fuck you” to his fanbase, especially to the clowns in management who blindly overrate him and threw what I am sure was an unwarranted amount of money at the guy to bring him back here. There is no pretending that I don’t have an issue with this man, as one sided as it may come off to some! As the face of Dynasty I have taken up a role of the brand’s gate keeper, checking for the quality of Elitist who comes on in here, and when Tyler stepped foot into a Dynasty ring and entered what is my “jurisdiction”, my radar immediately went off. His addition was not only questionable, but downright insulting. He does not fit my criteria to say the least. Everything about Tyler has annoyed me since he has decided to return. Tyler Parker comes back after taking a seven month break to simply lay around because things got tough, seems like he barely prepared for his return in any of that downtime, seems like he barely cared about getting into the ring PERIOD even, and he pretty much phones it in on every single appearance he’s had. Legacy or not, you’d be lying to yourself if you said Tyler’s performances have been up to par. Tyler Parker has been far from impressive since returning, he’s been blatantly half-assing it in fact. The Tyler Parker we are seeing in 2017 is a far cry from the fiery Tyler Parker in 2014, 2015 or even early 2016. This is a Tyler Parker that isn’t even going to try, who would much rather float around and be guided to opportunities off of his status. This is a Tyler Parker who is coming to collect a check and pad up some stats. I’m sure what he’s thinking. He’s thinking that he has got his Hall of Fame ring, he’s got his big world title reign and a well protected reputation - now instead of building on that and keeping that hunger inside of him like a true legend, like a true athlete; LIKE WHAT A REAL MAN WOULD DO…..he can just show up and have stuff given to him. He’s become the thing that he hated the most back when he was an angry young kid going against the big dogs. He’s using his tenure and connections as an excuse to fuck around and treat his newest runs as a vacation. He doesn’t think he has to put in work anymore because of the work he put in in the past.

That is something you’d see from a Kevin Devastation or a scrub like Hades, not someone who is respected like Tyler Parker! It’s an idiotic way to treat the business and shit like that does not fly around here. There are too many good competitors chasing after top spots for you to be lazy. Knowing people in high places - StarrStan - might get you pushed far at first but eventually the actual talent will lap you in the end. You want to be in that upper echelon, that circle of big, almost untouchable title contenders; the tier that everyone desires to be apart of? Well then you’ve got to be ready to fight to stay in it so nobody else can take your position! Don’t say that you’re in that select few, show us that you are! Now I know I am also one who likes to tell people things. I proudly mention my status all of the time as one of Dynasty’s greatest draws, but don’t get ahead of yourself and shout out “contradiction!” because you need to keep in mind that I don’t say what I do without evidence. I am working my ass off in and out of the ring to be deserving of my claims. Look at the revenue I bring into this company, look at the matches I compete in and my performances for them, screw it, all you have to do is just look at my entire win/loss record from the moment I became a World Champion to now almost two years later! A loss on my end is a rare! And a night where I don’t steal the show is even more rare. Not even that, it flat out doesn’t exist! Name a match where I didn’t deliver in that squared circle. You can’t. But you can bring up plenty of mediocre matches from Tyler Parker. There are tons of dead spots in his career and points where nobody was even checking for his matches. He’s been building up to this drop toward rock bottom. He’s been slowly but surely slipping and now here we are for that big fall off of the mountain! That’s all this new run is, him falling off of the mountain and true wrestlers like me losing respect for him as he descends to the ground. Not even five minutes into his comeback and Tyler was already getting old. He’s not been doing anything new, he’s not doing anything interesting, he’s not even doing anything that is somewhat on the level of what he used to be, he has downgraded entirely. I don’t understand how with all of this decreasing in positive attributes, somehow the height of his ego has increased through it all. Tyler still talks like he’s a main eventer and as if he is going to have his foot on the neck of our World Heavyweight Champion sooner or later yet he’s not putting in the effort to validate that claim.

Tyler Parker has always had the mentality of a diva, complete with the pampering from the people he works with, but credit to him in that he was very good at covering it up. Sure he was whiny, sure he was a douchebag who liked to run his mouth on people, but back then he was able to back it up. You could see why he was saying these things since there was legitimate reason to believe in him, but now? I don’t know how anyone can believe in him. There’s no reason to back this guy up. Not even he can back himself up, come to think of it, where is he lately? That’s the thing that pisses me off the most. These days he can barely bother enough to show up in time to promote the matches he has and even then it’s the same narcissistic, unself aware ramblings of him acting like he runs this place when EAW has been passing him by for almost a year now. That type of behavior has become noticeable more and more as I’ve grown wary of this guy. At Territorial Invasion he barely had a thing of worth to say. He was pretty much talking out of his ass - it was almost like he didn’t even know what was going on, or did any research on his opponents, he just got out of bed to a dump truck full of money from Starr Stan and figured why not finally put his wrestling boots on! I bet you that was his exact attitude! Does anyone honestly think Tyler Parker is back out of love for the sport and a spirit of competition? No, it’s the love of fame and being greedy. Give Tyler his way and wag some perks in front of his face so he can feel like a big shot and suddenly he’ll start showing up to his job again. That’s all he’ll do too: show up. He’s too good to actually get his hands dirty and dive back in fully like the rest of us. Nooo, not at all, he’s too into his own hype for that, he’s Tyler freaking Parker, a tenth of his ability could trump mine or anyone else’s! That was shown in spades for Team Starr vs Monroe, right? I mean, he did pin me! Why am I even talking right now, he really got me good!? That night negates my whole argument should it not? It’s funny because that night was the big motivator in me wanting to go and lay out Tyler the following Dynasty. That whole week in particular is what made me set my sights on him. Tyler Parker was the huge name on that team, he was the surprise member and he got a good amount of the glory for being in the final two of the individual phase, but when you look at the match as it was and all of the lead up to that moment…..Tyler didn’t contribute much, if any. He knocked me off sure, but is anyone going to mention the fact that he hung back and let me clear the ring before landing a lucky kick on my jaw? Tyler let his whole team get their ass handed to me, including his own before he was able to sneak in and get a surprise win over me. He pretty much hung back in the individual phase too until he lost to the person who is literally the biggest choke artist EAW has seen. You get this spectacular return and all of this stuff invested in you and you don’t come close to giving back what is put in. Hurricane Hawk is trying more than you on his eighth run and that is incredibly telling of where you are at! That is why I am gunning for you, that is why you are a member of my hit list in this crusade I am on to clean up Dynasty! I deserve to be at the top, I deserve to be in the conversation, and seeing guys like you getting shine over me is not a slap in the face but a knife in the heart - the heart that I have this business, the heart that I have more of than you. I know I’m the Iceman, the killer, the destroyer of heroes, the villain to you all but at the end of the day nobody cares for or does more for pro wrestling than I do! I know what is best for Dynasty and having a guy like Tyler Parker anywhere near the forefront of it is not for the best!

After House of Glass there is going to be plenty of debate on who is next in line but I am going to make it a bit shorter once I take Tyler Parker out of the discussion and place my name right front and center. Tell me otherwise, say I’m full of it, promise that you’ll beat my ass, I don’t really give a damn Tyler. Any word you have is gonna be empty, the only thing being spoken that is truth is coming from me. You HAVE been slipping off that mountain top and this Saturday I’m going to go ahead and stop you from wasting time by pushing you all of the way off the spot Starr Stan placed you on. Be ignorant to my warnings, it’s your career. Keep on going thinking you can last. We’ll see who is right in the end. In a few months time you’re certainly going to be gone and I’m still going to be here, giving my blood, sweat, tears - My fucking life to this company….and doing so as the leader of Dynasty you could never be. I’m tearing you apart this Saturday. I’m going to break every single one of those Glass Wallz with your skull. You may not care about this run but you will care about this match, the match where you get dragged off and put on life support. Cliche as it is, I’m out to end your career and with the match stipulation you were foolish enough to want I have been given the tools to do it.

(Scott Oasis motions at the camera man and smirks.)

Scott Oasis: You got my thoughts on Tyler Parker now?

Sebastian Monroe: He definitely does. Now Scott, let’s get out of here, there’s still a lot more promotion that needs to be done.

(Sebastian Monroe nudges Scott Oasis and then motions to the door as they get out of their chairs and head out while the scene fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 12:45 pm by **Abelard Becker**

"I didn't come this far to lose".

Oh boy.

I don't have the time or the interest to look it up, but if we were to look through the annals of EAW history, I would bet that phrase has been uttered by just about every elitist to ever walk through the doors. Some say it in their debut match. After a long, tedious journey... they've finally reached the big time, they've come this far and they're not gonna lose! Some people, like you Darkane say it as their starting to get a whiff of success and get their first championship opportunity. You beat this guy, and that guy, and you did this, and you did that to get a shot at my Hardcore Championship, and you don't plan on wasting that opportunity, you haven't come this far just to lose!

Others say it later on in their career, maybe when they're close to accomplishing they're life long goal of becoming World Champion. A few might save it for those very, very special matches... the rare occasion where just a good ol' grudge match can surpass that of a World Championship match...

But here's a harsh reality, often times when it's said... that person loses.

Why is that?

Because they haven't come nearly as far as they think they have.

If I'm to be understood correctly, you signed with Elite Answers Wrestling some nine months ago. nine months. Not even a full year. Don't come at me with what you did before, I don't care to hear about what your life or career was like prior to EAW because it's all irrelevant. January 10th, 2017 is the day your career started.

Officially, at least.

We all know the first few months of an elitists career are more or less a feeling out period. You learn how to be accustomed to this place, this place accustoms to you. For a while there's no one around willing to give you even the time of day, you're floundering until one day, if you're lucky enough... someone scoops you up, places you into a bowl of nice, clean water and finally your career has a direction! When did that start for you, Darkane? I realize I wasn't around much for the first half of this year, but on occasion I would pop in... ask who's doing what, who amongst the newer elitists I should look out for... and never once was your name mentioned. And I know to you that's probably just one more feather in the cap added to the tragedy of Darkane, but we're not talking about your character here, we're talking about talent. I asked about talent, who had the talent... I asked a lot of people, and not once did I hear "Darkane". Now... before you or any one else overreacts, that doesn't mean that you don't have any talent or that I don't think you do... but it's safe to say that it took you A WHILE to get noticed. Your period of floundering and feeling out lasted much longer than it normally should, maybe through no fault of your own... maybe your General Manager was blind to what he had right in front of him, no one really knows... but he kept you caged for months... and if it wasn't for that battle royal at Pain For Pride and your impressive showing there... you might still be surrounded by those bars of iron.

Pain For Pride X. The day your career REALLY began.

So in fact, not even nine months... just three.

Three months.

THREE GODDAMN FUCKING MONTHS!

You little entitled piece of shit.

You've traveled a distance that's the equivalent of the top of your driveway, to your mailbox... IF you traveled by car. If we're talking about walking, then you haven't even reached the other side of the room yet.

"OH BOO HOO I'VE COME SO FAR, I'VE OVERCOME SO MUCH, PLEASE THESE TEARS ARE REAL I PROMISE, RALLY AROUND ME".

You don't know what far is.

You THINK you've done so much to earn a shot at my championship when in reality you've done so so little, you THINK you're gonna be the next Hardcore Champion, but you're not, you THINK you need it, but you don't, you haven't done enough to need it, you want it.

You want to be champion because you think I'm a bad one, you want to be champion because you think you think you're a perfect fit for it...

In other words, you want to be champion... "just cuz".

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 11:20 am by **Ahren Fournier**

(Ahren can be seen leaving his bright pink lambo, in his Trill Fairy gear)

Ahren: Time to make some dreams come true...

(Ahren sees a guy give money to a homeless guy.)

Ahren: TRRRIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL!!

(Ahren points at the guy and starts running at him with a satchel)

Guy that gave money: Ahhh why are you yelling at me!! Stay away!

Ahren: TRIIIIIIILLLLLL!!!!

(The guy starts to run away from Ahren)

Guy that gave money: Why are you chasing me! Leave me alone!

Ahren: I must reward you! Come back here!

Guy that gave money: Please leave me alone I'm so stressed!

(Ahren reaches into his satchel and starts throwing condoms at him)

Ahren: Take your reward bitch!

(Ahren is causing quite the commotion, a crowd is starting emerge. Ahren chases him into a corner, and the cool kids start chanting.)

Cool Kids: Fight! Fight! Fight! FIGHT!

Ahren: Quiet you blood thirsty savages, I'm rewarding his good deeds

(Ahren walks up to the guy, who's crouched in the corner covering himself in protection. Ahren walks up to him, crouches down and removes his arms from his face. He comforts him with a nice pat to the face, ever so gently.)

Ahren: Hey man..

Guy that gave money: Hi

Ahren: Oh you cut me off, I wasn't done

Guy that gave money: Oh thought you were...

Ahren: No, there was more to the sentence..

Guy That gave money: Oh well now I'm on the edge of my seat with anticipation with the next part of the sentence.

Ahren: As you should be... Anyways, what you did back there was pretty trill fam, I just wanted to reward your good deed.

Gave That Gave Money: Wow, I'm glad I hung in there to hear the last of the sentence...

Ahren: Right! See I'm not a bad guy.. You want a carrot?

Guy that gave money: Uh.. sure...

(The crowd disperses as they see that a fight isn't happening, they're not interested in good deeds. Ahren takes out a carrot from his back pocket and feeds it to the guy like a horse. He starts petting his snoot... Which means his nose.)

Ahren: There you go... And here is your condom, and $100, I've upped the game.

Guy That Gave Money: Oh wow! Thanks a lot.. Wait I know you!

Ahren: As all do.. Now I must be off, I have words to speak

Guy That Gave Money: THANKS TRILL FAIRY!

(Ahren hops and skips away back into his car to find more good doers)

Sigh Target you're so generic it hurts my platinum soul. You haven't talked all day because you're training? Ok, well we're talking because we don't have to train all day to actually be good. Well that's the case for me, I don't know about Hawk. Maybe you need all this time to train, and be better, but I don't, I'm naturally gifted. There's still time in the day to go train, I mean I'm only talking for like 10 minutes tops per speech. You know there's 24 hours in the day right? I can find time in my day, it's not that difficult. I don't sleep, I work off of pure trillness. Perhaps you forget that I'm not a human being like you, I am something more. I'm not saying I'm a Grecian god... But in this world that was built specifically for me, I basically am. I'm always going, on the move always. Right I don't sleep, I'm always working.. Earlier I was sitting at a park bench, and before that I was doing sit ups, before that I was having sexual intercourse with a fine female. Working hard, getting that sweat in, naw mean playa? Naw you ain't no playa, you ain't about that life, you ain't about this dope lifestyle. You think you're tough because you have a terrible tattoo? That doesn't make you tough, you're not tough at all to be honest. I remember seeing you after Territorial Invasion on Dynasty, you were broken. You had your head held down, defeated, after that one loss. But then you got that rush of I can't let my fans down, and turned into motivation. But that's the difference between you and me, I never doubt myself or get down on myself, because I actually believe in what I do. That hint of doubt, that hint of beating yourself up, thats your down fall. Now don't get me wrong I care what these people think because they're paying for my mansion. But if you care what they think so much you're beating yourself up and it's actually changing your mood. I never get down on myself, I know it's just a learning experience to get better. You know the thing you say you do? You say things, but you don't actually do them. You just continue to be this unbearable douche that thinks he's better than everyone based on nothing. Don't just say things to try and make it seem you're more motivated than us. We're stacking our claim as to why we're better than each other, because that's what this job entails. is back and he's being ignorant. You know what's funny everything I talked about, you know the things he said I keep saying was me replying to things he said. But now, all the great points I made against him, he can't respond to because he knows I'm right. Target Smiles is pretty similar to Hurricane Hawk in that they both talk like they've accomplished anything, when the really haven't. At least in Hurricane Hawks case he's actually won titles, and accolades. Unfortunately it was a decade ago, but still it's more than what Target has done.

But what the hell are you actually talking about? You told me to tell you what I've done, and I did. Ok now I know I've been saying this all week, but holy fucking shit balls you two are the dumbest human beings I've talked to. Target you just had to come back in on this and just show your stupidity huh? I'm saying the same things over again? You literally didn't even know what happened in the Territorial Invasion match so I took the time to educate you on what exactly happened... When did I do that before? But now that you don't have a response to the truth you make have to resort to just saying I'm repeating myself. When did I say my losses didn't matter? You do understand you're the on that's been doing that... Not me. I mean have you just been listening to yourself back and thinking that it's me talking? "All I’m trying to do is ask everyone to refer to history. Yes I have had my failures, but those are my failures to learn from not yours to use against me. Do you really want to come after me Ahren Fournier? Do you really want me to bring up the fact that you could have been Mr. Cash in The Vault but you’re not carrying around that briefcase right now. You want to cite what happened at Territorial Invasion? I’ll tell you what happened at Territorial Invasion." Like bitch what the fuck are you smoking? "YOU COULD HAVE BEEN MR. CASH IN THE VAULT BUT YOU'RE NOT CARRYING THE BRIEFCASE RIGHT NOW. YOU WANT TO CITE WHAT HAPPENED AT TERRITORIAL INVASION? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED AT TERRITORIAL INVASION." Jesus christ man, you are the biggest hypocrite that I've ever seen in my entire life. Well, you lost this match at this time on this day. I’ve lost too but that’s different, you lost because you’re a loser and I just had a bad night.” That's what you said I'm saying, and that's literally what you said.. First of all I never said that, I don't know why you tried quoting me with something I didn't say. But you're literally the person that's doing it, and trying to pin it on me. You want to talk about someone that picks and chooses what he responds to, you're the poster boy for that man. Look at everything that I've said to you, look at everything that you refused to acknowledge. You want a legitimate quote from Ahren Fournier? How about how I said everyone wins matches, everyone loses matches, it's about how you get up from the losses that matters most. I have said this through my entire career, and that still rings true.

I don't like you Target, and I'm sure you don't care about that. But I don't like you because you're the most fake person I've ever met in EAW. You parade around here in a mask hiding who you are, so people buy the masks. You claim that you're doing this for the fans, and that you won't let them down. And every single time you do, you fail every single time. You told me to tell you my resume not too long ago, and mine out shined yours. Simply due to the fact that I was Hardcore Champion, and that shut you up about that. You claimed I just stood out on the apron, and didn't do anything at Territorial Invasion... that I just stood on the apron and I didn't have the intestinal fortitude that you do, and I proved you wrong... And you changed the topic. You really just try your best to make everyone you go up against look like shit compared to you, and refuse to give anyone any credit about anything You've never been in a match like this Target, you've never been hardcore before, you don't know what you're getting into. Have you even ever been in a number one contenders match before? I don't think so. So how do you even know what to expect in this match? Because you've watched tape? I've got news for you, being in the match versus seeing it on a television screen, are two completely different things. I know whatever I say you won't believe me, you won't take what I say seriously, but it's the truth. You ever been thrown through thumb tacks? Been hit in the head with a steal chair and kept going? Thrown through a table? Have you been hit with any weapon at all? Then put on top of the fact that it's for a chance at the Hardcore Title and amp that up quite a bit. Quite frankly you don't know what you're getting yourself into, and no matter what you say, this is the truth. This is a Glass Gauntlet match Target, not a straight up classic match, technique and ability won't help you out in this as much as you think. You can dazzle the crowd with your hurricanranas or arm drags or whatever you do, but that won't do much when I hit you in the head with a Barbed Wire Baseball bat. I mean you do know this is for the Hardcore title right? The title that means you're the most hardcore wrestler in the company? I've held that distinction before, I know what I'm getting myself into, and you're not about this life. But hey you asked me a question. What happens if you beat me.. And well, it would be a loss. I pick myself up, I shake it off, learn from it, and move onto what next. That's really all you can do right? Learn from the mistakes, like i've said a thousand times. Now do I think that I'm going to lose to you? No, not even in the slightest, because I know that I'm better than you. I'm an athletic mastodon that will bow down to no man. But yeah, you with your vast experience will be able to pull it out.. Sarcasm is goat.

Then we still have Hurricane Hawk talking some more, which is fine, I can handle it; he's not particularly good at the activity. More generalized statements and nothing more. But he said that he actually put in effort in his last two matches... Which were matches that he lost.. So... What? You put the most effort into the matches that you lost... So you're admitting now that you're not that good, great glad we could get that over with. Hawk you act as though I've never wrestled at a FPV before.. You act as though I've never wrestled in a high pressure situation before... You act as though I've never wrestled before. This entire time that you've talked you've honestly just sounded like a complete dumb ass. You legit know nothing about me, or anything that I've done, and when I actually try to tell you about what I've done, you don't listen. I'm not ready for the world title? And I'll never be ready for it? based on what exactly? Where is the support for your claims? You think you can just say whatever you want without backing it up, and it's pathetic. And quite honestly, whether I'm ready for the world title or not does that even matter right now? You know we're not going for the World Title right? I don't know why you keep talking about the world title, saying that you're ready for the World title, well ok? I don't think so, because you're not even ready for this match. With your whole losing streak going on I don't even think you're ready for the next episode of Dynasty. This is for the chance at the Hardcore Title, the title that I saved. I'm more than ready for this.. I mean look around you look at the competition in this match.. Or lack thereof. I've faced better competition, I've beaten better competition. You hear only what you want to hear just to fit your narrative that you're just the absolute best in the business. Fact of the matter while you say you've earned this, I actually have. I'm the one that carried a brand last year being the most must see champion on Voltage, and hell I'd say in EAW, and I'm just getting started. You're the one that's at the end of your career just trying to hold onto what little time you have left, stealing all the spotlight from young talent. The only problem is you're not what you once were, and even when you were that guy you weren't even on the level of what EAW expects out the talent now. I mean I have tried to get this one simple point across to you for the past day but you're just so fucking stupid that you don't understand this simple concept. I wasn't comparing myself to TLA or saying how good TLA, and I can't believe I actually have to explain this again. Again... Well maybe I should talk slower so you can actually understand what I'm saying... I... Compared.. You... To... T.... L.... A.... Because... He... Has... Had... His... Fair.... Share... Of... Failures... And.. He... Stayed... With... The... Company.... Where... When... You... Face... Adversity... You.. Run... Away.... That's it.. Do you understand now? I'm not saying he's good, I'm saying he has more resiliency than you. I'm saying he doesn't run when he's hit with adversity. I have faced more adversity in this company in the past year than you have in your entire career, and I've stuck around. You are one of the most coddled EAW Elitists in history, given everything, never actually earned it. You get in good with the people that run it, and get given these opportunities that you don't really deserve. Like you said all you had to do is walk up to StarrStan and ask him for it. How is that earning exactly? You're living off your name like I've said this entire time, and saying that proves it. Congratulations you played yourself. Hawk, you think that being here for 2 or 3 months is actually earning something? You're probably the least deserving in the entire match.. Well.. Maybe that's a little much because of the NEO guys and what not. But you don't deserve it more than me, I've been busting my ass for a year with no breaks to get where I am, you've been busting your ass for 3 months. Sure we can go back in the time machine and say you deserve it based on what you did 10 years ago, but I just don't feel that matters. Based on what you've been doing in the here and now, you're not the same Hawk, this isn't the same EAW, and you're not looked at in the same way. Look around no one really looks at you as a Hall Of Famer... I know I know, you are a Hall Of Famer, and there's no one that can take that away from you. But if someone were to ask me if you could take one hall of famer to team with to take the whole world down no one is going to pick Hurricane Hawk. You can say how motivated you are, you can say how much you earned it, you can say whatever you want without having supporting facts to back you... Which you never have. But the only thing that really matters is what happens between those ropes this weekend. We both have to try and back up our claims, but who do you think people have their money on? Take the names away, just put the stats up.. A young up and comer who just held the Hardcore Title earlier this year, a guy that's been called the next great face of EAW, a guy that's only 25, a guy that's already beaten the best that this business has to offer.. Orrrrr a guy that's over the hill, a guy that the company doesn't have much faith in, a guy that has quit numerous times.. Yeah I'd pick the first guy, and that guy just so happens to be me. So get ready Hawk, if the one thing you have against me is as trivial as me being the goat, the Trill Fairy, then you've got nothing to say. I am the savior or the Hardcore Division, without me none of you would even have a slight interest in this title.

(Ahren sees another person doing some cool ass shit, and he goes on the hunt to reward.. Camera fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 11:07 am by **PrinceofPhenomenal**

Over time we as humans start to realize who we are and what defines our character. One day all of you will wake up and accept who you are for the best. Meanwhile, there will be a group of you who will take a turn for the worst. Some of you will question getting out of bed in the morning and getting on with your love. Before you go and question the mental stability of the drug addicts on the EAW roster, you should take an honest look at yourself Mark Michaels. Who exactly are you? What have you achieved to warrant you running your mouth so much? That's all I see in you. A constant underachiever wit a big mouth who needs to stick to opening the show every week. The fact of the mater is I have a championship around my waist and you don't. Do you know what that means? I must be doing something right! That's pretty impressive for a has been right? If I'm living of my old glory and you're in the prime of your career, what does that say about you? I'll tell you exactly what it means. It means that you ain't shit. It means that after the smoke clears you'll be stuck running on the same treadmill in a repetitive pool of failure. Meanwhile, I will continue to take this company to new heights. Now you're going on about the general managers in EAW as if they're supposed to hold your hand through this process. Newsflash: You aren't that good buddy. The general managers know that I can keep this company on top. They know that someone like you is clearly unfit to be given opportunities to do such a thing. I am a perfect example of a poster boy who has worked hard enough for the chances he has received. Hopefully, the idea of the EAW management knowing you're a joke keeps you up at night. Because it sure as hell gives me a little bit more energy to wake up.

The honey moon phase is over for me Mark. I have a question. When will you ever get hitched? Where's your gold? What are you showing off besides that mouth of yours? Oh yeah, that's right. You have no intangibles to offer. All flash and clearly no substance. One thing you shouldn't do is go around making claims that you can't back up.. You're guaranteeing victories now? You think that it's just that easy to defeat someone like me? Get out of the clouds and come back down to earth with the rest of us. I know that my partners are douche bags and so are you. I guess you all have something in common after all. I am so sorry that I can't relate to your unattractive qualities. Maybe you can talk it out over dinner after my victory on Showdown. The best thing you can do for me and my championship reign is to stay far away from it as possible. There's no need for me to keep picking up victories against inferior talented like yourself and expect people to still care. I mean who is this guy anyway? Who is Mark Michaels? You seem to think that you know what it takes to be a champion but I detect a problem. If you have the recipe all figured out, where is the desired results? I'm still looking around Mark and I haven't found anything. All of those things you think you can be are what I am already are. With half the talent and no where near the ring presence I have, what makes you think you can be as good as me? How are you going to make up for that huge talent gap? The answer to that question remains to be seen and that shall continue after this weekend.

As for the rest of the people on your team Mark, you should let them know what it is like to be in the ring with me. In other words, you have felt my wrath when I am focused on a kill. You have seen what I can bring to the table when I fully set my eyes on the prize. No one else on your team has seen me shift to that gear that separates me from the rest of this roster. It is clearly time for me to shift into that gear. Moments like this is what make and break your career. I can't wait to look across the ring at my opponent as he cringes in fear. Just the sheer thought of having to look at me will have your team stuck like a deer. Don't worry, I am a family man who isn't trying to take away your meals. I understand that all of you have families and responsibilities, so I won't end their careers! By the end of the night, the three of you will be looking at each other in disbelief. Thinking that your team should have won this match as you all have to watch my hand get raised by the ref. It won't be the first time you'll leave a match disappointed. Something about your lack of talent is telling me that this will keep happening in the future. Please save all of us the time and don't disrespect me anymore. I am looked at as a pioneer of this business and I shall e treated as such. I'll be damned if a bunch of second grade extremist comes into my house and think that they can talk to me like I'm a jock strap holder. At the end of the day, the main thing I can do is go out there and win. Winning is usually the best remedy for doubt and that is what I plan on doing to make sure bottom feeders like yourself stay where they belong: at the bottom.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 9:15 am by **Nobi**

I have to be honest, I didn’t see it coming last week. I’m talking about what POP did to me and James Ranger after our match. Oh well, it is what it is. Don’t get me wrong though, I won’t forget what he did last week, it was a cowardly move from his part. But you know what? I won’t be blinded by that fact alone because I don’t want myself to be consume by a temporary anger and hatred. All I want is just winning this 6 Man Tag match. I hope you’re listening to this, POP. It is true that “trust” is a complicated word, but I’d rather make it simple. I trust you enough to be my partner. I also trust James Ranger too. You might want to do something funny just like last week to me during or after the match. James Ranger might have a hatred towards me too for beating him last week. But you both are my partners for this week and I don’t have any problem with it. The truth is, I can’t beat Mark Michaels, Lucas Johnson, and Lance Hart all alone. No matter how good or great I am, it seems impossible for me to win in 3 on 1 match. Brian Daniels understand this and that’s why he decided to make this match a 6 Man Tag Match. I’m not asking you and James to shake my hands or smiling towards me. All I’m asking is, we need to work together to win this week. You both can hold all your bloodlust for this week because we can released everything in our tank when it comes to The Chamber.

Of course, that isn’t applicable to our opponents: Mark Michaels, Lance Hart, and Lucas Johnson. As a matter of fact, we can’t hold ourselves towards these guys. We have to make sure we punch them right in the face and pinning them to get a victory for our team. Or perhaps even making one of them tap out in the middle of the ring? Up to you guys. You heard that Mark? I’m bringing my A-Game to the ring next week. Not trying to be cocky, but the last time I did bring my A-Game towards you and Lucas, you both end up being my sacrifice lambs in that Ring of Fire Battle Royal match. What have I done after Stark beat me? I said this to James Ranger last week but I’ll say it again: All I did after Stark beat me is making sure anyone never pinned me again. In the other words: the last time I got pinned was in Dia Del Diablo when Stark beat me fair and square. I almost beat our current National Elite Championship: POP right in the middle of the ring until Lucas ruined that match for me. Speaking of Lucas, I beat him in No-DQ match just like what you did to Kaisse. The difference between you and me though, I didn’t use any weapons to beat Lucas despite it’s a No-DQ Match. See? I’m not blaming you for using a Ringbell or a Fire Extinguisher to beat Kaisse. It’s a No-DQ match after all. You’re free to do what you want to do. But it should tell you that how difference I am than you really are. I don’t rely myself on weapons that much, Mark. All I need is just my fists and my wrestling skills. It works for me in the last 3 months. Despite wrestling under an Extreme Rules match, I’m still able to conquer any dummies in an Elite way. I’m an Elitist after all. I know one day someone will pin me again in an honorable way, but I’ll make sure it will not happened next week. What have YOU done lately after all, Mark? You beat Kaisse last week, but what have you done before? Just running away from him? Yes, that’s what I thought, dummy.

Oh my, that lead me to Lucas Johnson again. Finally humbling yourself up? It takes a courage to admit your mistakes in front of the public. I like it, I really do. I’m not being sarcastic. I’m serious. You might be able to be the good ol’ Lucas Johnson again: the one who wrestle with a code of honor. It’s much more fitting for you rather than...the annoying version of you. You see, I know deep down inside you miss your old self. You missed the days when you wrestled with respect, honor, and pride. And you know what? We might be able to see it again from you starting this week. Wrestling is much more fun if we wrestle with heart and soul. You have done it before, this is the best time to realize the truth. If you still want to wrestle with meaningless rampage, then so be it. I don’t have a problem to kick your head in again. I better do it several times until you realize it if you still don’t get the picture yet. You know what I’m capable off, it’s not impossible for me to do so. The reason why you lost to me in that No-DQ match is because you wrestle with anger and hatred. It made you reckless. It made you ran out of stamina. Don’t get me wrong, you’re an incredible wrestler, but the only one who is holding you back is yourself. I hate to sound like a Dad or a Preacher, but anger will not solve a problem. You need to have a cool head in everything you do, especially in such a competitive sport like Wrestling. I know you can do it Lucas and you better show it that you have returned to your old-mind set, if you don’t, then say goodbye to your victory.

I did say goodbye, but I better say “hello” now. Well, hello Lance Hart. Congrats on your winning debut last week. Johnny Nova is a tough individual yet you managed to make him tap out. It’s awesome you know? Everyone will agree with it. Brian Daniels made a right choice to put you in The Chamber match. I can’t honestly wait to wrestle you this week. I hope we do get a chance to test our skills againts each others because truthfully, you are an interesting wrestler. You and James Ranger have a bright future in Showdown and of course EAW as a whole. You already have an experience I think? So you will probably surprise me a lot more than I’m expecting right now. I don’t know what kind of strategies you have under your sleeves this week, but I believe you know how to make it work, I really believe in you. However, as much as I am a big fan, I don’t want to let my personal feeling to hold me back you know? You have to understand this, nobody expect mercy from anybody in the bussiness we call wrestling. I admire James Ranger, but it didn’t stop me to beat him last week. You’re no different, Lance. With all that being said, prepare for every worse scenario that you possibility will get. I’m already prepared for it myself. I want to win this week though and I’ll make sure to get it this week. Just be ready, Lance.

Yes, just be ready everyone.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 2:51 am by **showster26**

Showdown Promo #1

(The scene opens on a warm September morning in Southern California. It's here in the city of Beverly Hills, in a Mediterranean style mansion, that we find EAW’s Self Proclaimed Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, looking out over the balcony down on the city. )

Michaels: “You know something followers, for each and every one of you that cheers me, that shares and retweet my posts to social media, and line up for the chance to see me preform before your very eyes, there is a seemingly endless sea of near sighted, narrow minded haters that drone on and on with little details that are totally irrelevant. Like take for instance this one troll who commented on my victory selfie with ‘You lucky bastard, Kaise kicked your ass and had that match in the palm of his hand. You couldn't cut it in that ring.’, well to all those who share the sentiment with loudmouth McJackass over here, let me just say that not a single word that you speak or misspell, will ever amount to jack shit! Because at the end of the day I went out there and took everything Kaise had to offer. All his weak punches and sissy little kicks, the ones that put down all the other chumps who came his way, I took it all and STILL pinned him one, two, three right in the middle of the ring. Plain and simple, end of story no excuses. Push come to shove I beat Kaise Boetius in a street fight! So let this one stand forever as a testament to the endurance and will to win of Mark Michaels. Yes, despite all the heresy and speculation, despite all the Chatty Cathys going around saying that there was no way I'd ever walk out of last Saturday with my hand raised and Kaise laid out on the mat, low and behold, I walked out of the Allstate arena doing exactly that! So in two weeks when everyone is saying there isn't a snowflake’s chance in hell of Mark Michaels walking out of the Elimination Chamber having outlasted five other competitors to have his hand raised high and the National Elite Championship belt wrapped around my immaculate waist, don't be surprised when I walk out of the Rupp Arena doing so. Because there is not a single man in that match who can match up to me in terms of toughness, in terms of determination, in terms of in ring skills! Not a one of these bastards can stack up when that bell rings, and if you don't believe me, than maybe this Saturday night in Indianapolis, when I single handedly carry Lance Hart and Lucas Johnson to a win, maybe you'll all start to wise up then.

Oh yeah that's right boys, this week if you could just resist the urge to screw up and cost me this match, I'll let the two of you coast off all of my hard work to pick up an easy W. So for your own sake, let me handle the three goofs on showdown, and you guys just… I don't know, play with a fidget spinner, or what're the hell it is you do when you're not the absolute picture of perfection.

Now I know that James Ranger fans, well fan, are saying ‘Picture Perfect, didn't you see how James Ranger in his first match as a member of the Showdown roster pinned the hall of famer The Prince Of Phenomenal?!’ And my answer to that is yes I did, but you know who else scored a win over POP? Me! In my Showdown debut I stood the victor over our cure National Elite Champ. But did I get the pomp and circumstance that you got just for being called up from the minor leagues? No. Did I get an automatic title shot just for waking thru the front door? No. Will I work that much harder to get what's rightfully mine because it royally pisses me off that your ass was just handed my opportunity? You better bet your ass I will! Listen pal, you better get ready to meet the man who sets the bar for this entire company. You're about to meet the guy who takes the flavors of the month, flashes in the pan like you, and slaps them right out of the daydream that they get sold by management. the guy who makes guys like you, and Riddler, and countless others who just like you thought they were gonna be the next big thing in EAW, until they ran into the man who is the biggest thing that this company will ever see, and bitch slaps them back to the opening match at swap meet. This Saturday, you're about to see why they stick the newbies down in a warehouse in Jersey, is because the minute they cross my path they wind up flat on their asses! Jimmy boy, in this six man tag match, I am gonna do you a favor and give you a small sample of what's in store for you inside that chamber. And after I leave you laid out and staring up at the lights, I want you to really consider about stepping into that National Elite Championship match. Because the ass whipping that awaits you this week, it'll be a pleasure cruise compared to what's waiting inside that steel hell. Consider your future, you could either walk away so that you could get every penny out of your contract, or You could try and test me in that ring, where I will not only torch your ass from bell to bell, but I'll be grinning ear to ear as I send another one of you overhyped underdeveloped dicks into early retirement.

Speaking of retirement, at this point Nobi you should see if Lioncross will let you bunk with him at the shady acres retirement home. I mean besides a single fluke win in the flaming ropes battle royal, what have you accomplished? It seems that every time you are inches away from getting that big win, the one that would prove to the world that your not just some fuck boy who somehow got LC to take pity on him. Now knowing you Nobi you'll probably talk about how you've learned from your losses, that or you'll just bitch about me putting my haters in their place again. Either way it won't matter whatever you have to say. It won't matter if you talk about how you were so close to beating stark. It won't matter that you beat the piss out of the rookie you gotta team with. What will matter is that you are stepping into the ring with a man who makes the most of every single opportunity. Oh you'd best believe it, because just like I demonstrated with Kaise Boetius, it only takes me a single solitary second to turn the entire complexion of a match on its head. I pulled victory right out of the jaws of defeat, I took the kind of punishment that would have put you down for three count, and turned it into a victory. That's what I do, I take your best shot and keep moving forward. It's been the case with every big match I’ve ever been a part of from the Glass Gauntlet, to Hell’s Warpath one and two, to the street fight with Kaise. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I am going bring that same tenacity into the chamber. So bring your A-game because you're gonna need it if you want to even consider hanging with the Ironman of EAW.

And that leaves only our ‘illustrious’ National Elite Champion. You know POP I'll hand it to you. For a nostalgia act living off of former glories, you sure do manage to somehow pull the wool over the eyes of one General Manager after another. You scored the big win against Stark, and reclaimed the National Elite Championship. And then you managed to get your ass handed to you by a guy who just walked in thru the door. I mean come on man, you should ha e figured out by now that not every opponent you face is gonna be nearly as stoned as Stark was. You have had to have realized that by now you actually have to try because not everybody is content to sit back and kiss your ass, take pity on you and let you win, especially since you have that belt hanging on your shoulder. So to simplify and break everything down to a level where you can understand, this lovely stroll down memory lane you've been taking ends next week when I beat you, and the four other knuckleheaded Douchebags. When I do i will restore respect, prestige, and most importantly Relevancy to that title. Without even a shadow of a doubt I promise to outlast, outperform, and overwhelm anyone who's fool enough to be locked inside with me when that bell rings. But as for this week POP, soak up the last few minutes you have with my title. Keep it warm for me till I'm Declared the winner in Lexington. But till that moment, enjoy it while it lasts, because it for much longer. It won't because you are entering the ring with a true champion. A champion of the people. A champion of competitive spirit. A champion whose unparalleled, unequaled, and unmatched skills inside a squared circle have earned him a legion of followers who have in turn made him a Twitter Trendsetter, an Instagram Icon, a hashtag hero whom the people of Indianapolis can cheer for when the colts have gotten their asses whooped once again! A man who's popularity has made him the brightest burning star that this company will ever see. The man who combination of speed, strength, and technical acumen make him hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots! The man who has come to rescue the National Elite Championship, and in turn save Showdown from having to stick your ugly mug on the billboards. You are about to go toe to toe with Perfection Incarnate, and like they always say, there is simply no such thing as being better than perfect, so everybody better start getting to Picturing THAT!”

(The turns stands silently for a moment as the shot fades out to black.)

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Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 2:49 am by **Brayden Wolfe**

" You know I hear a lot of guys talking about what they're gonna do when that bell rings. I hear a lot of guys talking about what's going to happen when they get the opportunity they've been waiting for. What I find funny is how all these guys are talking about how they're going to win, but there's only going to be one winner. I mean sure you can sit there and claim you're going to be the last man standing all you want, but lets face it is that really going to happen? I understand a lot of the guys in this match don't really know about me and honestly that's there own problem because while they were doing there thing. I was doing my own by taking out anybody standing in my way and I'm sure everybody thinks my mind isn't going to be right. I was just screwed out of a match I've been waiting for my whole life, but I'll get another. Finn, I think you know you'll be defending that title against me down the road again and when that time comes. I promise you there won't be any screw jobs and when it's all said and done the rightful New Breed Champion will be leaving that ring with the title. This match I'm competing in for a shot at the Hardcore Championship is a match I've never even heard of before, but that doesn't mean a fucking thing. See because I hear all these guys talking about one guy or the other, but nobody wants to think I have any chance. Nobody wants to believe that The Impact Player knows anything about being hardcore, but that's where everybody is wrong. Just because I don't use weapons doesn't mean I don't know how to use them. Just because I've never been in a match like this before, doesn't mean I won't know how to walk away the winner. It doesn't really matter to me who I'm standing in the ring with because when it's all said and done I will be the last man standing in the ring. When the smoke clears there won't be any doubt in anybody's mind about who deserves the shot at the Hardcore Championship. Now I've worked my way up the ladder and I've done it pretty fucking quick and I gotta admit I've been lucky being able to climb that ladder without having to compete in matches like the one I'm about to compete in. I've been lucky I haven't had to put my body on the line the way I'm going to when that bell rings. With that said once again t hat doesn't mean I won't put my body through whatever it takes to get the job done. It doesn't mean I won't talk out of my match at House Of Glass a bloody mess because the reality is. You can't walk away from a match like that without showing the scars and I am very well aware of what I have coming my way. The question is do all of you? "

" People can sit there and say I'm all talk all they want because the fact of the matter is that's been going on ever since I signed my contract, but I've proven that doesn't bother me. I've proven that doesn't have any effect on me whatsoever because either way I still know I can back up each and every single word that comes out of my mouth. Ever since I came up to Dynasty I've heard people talk about how I don't even belong there and I really gotta ask why? I mean I can honestly say there's not a single guy on that roster who can do the things I can do inside a wrestling ring. Yet I don't belong here because I haven't been with the company long enough? Frankly that's the only real logical reason as to why everybody thinks they way they do. I mean it's not because I haven't make an impact because I've been doing that since I stepped foot through the doors. It's not because I haven't defeated anybody because my track record looks pretty fucking good right now and it sure as hell isn't because I don't back up what I say. They don't call me The Impact Player for no reason and all you guys are about to find that out inside that ring. Each and every single one of you guys are going to realize exactly why I say the things that I say. It's not because I like to talk myself up because lets face it anybody can do that. I say the things I say because they are nothing, but the truth and the truth is Brayden Wolfe will be the last man standing in the ring. I will move on to fight for and I will become the new EAW Hardcore Champion and there's not a fucking thing any of you losers can do about it. "

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 2:02 am by **Hurricane Hawk**

HOUSE OF GLASS PROMO #8:

Smiles, all around the area. All in the crowd you see those smiling faces in the crowd. Fans holding up those smiling posters and masks on their faces. They want to see Target Smiles, walk up and pander to the crowd. Target Smiles is back and here we go with the thought of him taking the chance to become the next EAW Hardcore Champion! Just look at it.. Smiles holding up that championship while every fan in the crowd has a smile to give off. Wouldn’t that be such an amazing dream Target? Too bad this is reality buddy. In this reality, you aren’t going to see good ole Target Smiles walk through House of Glass like he’s the king of Dynasty and take the opportunity that others are looking to grab, but specifically me. Target Smiles it’s really a handful, I mean this Glass Gauntlet match has seven other competitors and who knows what could happen? Sadly, there are some competitors that don’t mean a thing and then there’s others that are just jokes and don’t even stand to the level that I stand on.. which does include you. Even though you did get that flake on Dynasty just two weeks ago, this is another moment. This is the moment where you think you’re going to get over me. Lately, I’ve been on something different. It feels like a new level to step upon and truly, I’m ready to move forward. This mountain that I’m climbing.. it’s a new path. All the way from the bottom once again, and I truly love it. A lot of people would hate to be down here. They would hate to come back and see themselves at the end of the bottomless pit and have to work their way back to where they were. Me? I love to work. I love to EARN every opportunity that is shot my way and what do you know? I was given the chance to grab my EAW Hardcore Championship back but I have to complete one mission: defeat every single one of you at House of Glass. I am in the middle of a battle.. an upward battle. You see Smiles, unlike you I have to deal with the thoughts of “is Hurricane Hawk really going to stay this time?” I have to deal with the critics thinking about me just disappearing and giving up everything in this business. But after House of Glass they will finally move on once I get the chance to step up to a new opportunity. This is a new chapter for me.. something fresh. This is for me to build brick by brick and make everyone see just how good I really am. I am the best thing that is standing here not only in this match but in this company. I’m not just an entertainer.. a performer .. I’m a star. I don’t just come out here stealing these shows and being labeled the show off for no reason.. I do these things because I can and because I can back up everything that I say. I might have made the mistake of giving you that one opportunity that you took advantage of and you know what Target? You’ve earned some respect for that, but that does not mean I’m going to let you take me that easy again. You see I have been on a rust streak and I know I have not gotten fully back to the ropes but I know for a fact that by House of Glass, I’ll be fully ready to prove that I still have what it takes to make it in this business. Everyone believes that you.. or Ahren Fournier is going to walk out as the new contender, when really it’s going to be me.

I don’t have the Hawk Nation like I had before. I don’t have the supporters believing in me anymore Target.. It’s just me myself and I. I know for a fact that this is not going to be easy. I know that I am just getting back.. and I’m still getting used to things but I know one thing is for certain and that is I am going to find a way out of House of Glass to be the next number one contender for the EAW Hardcore Championship. That is the only thing on my mind. I don’t need to draw up a plan like most of you do.. I am going to go off my GUT and show everyone why I truly am an elite Hall of Famer. Why I really came back.. Target Smiles I actually cannot wait to step into the ring with you because I want you to see exactly how I’m going to make up for that one mistake that I made in the ring with you. This is going to be a new Hurricane Hawk. I am going to be the one smiling at the end of House of Glass. All of those fans that are going to be holding up those masks and posters are going to be filled with disappointment and regret for even believing in you when they really.. should’ve believed in me. I am going to prove that I really am still at the top of the charts. So bring it on Target.. give me every single thing that you got and I’ll be able to prove to you that it just is not enough. And those smiles.. they will be frowns. And everyone will see me in beast mode.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 1:31 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

Ever raised a puppy, Chris?

If you don’t train it, raise it poorly, it yaps on and on for attention. Begging to be heard; such a high pitch screech echoing throughout the home. It’s quite disturbing really. Even when you tell it to shut it, it keeps yapping, keeps begging for attention. You can’t give it what it wants, it sets an awful precedent for them to repeat it over and over again, only furthering your frustration with it. Too many owners not fit to raise a puppy in this world; too many who give in and don’t make an effort to correct its behaviour. The simple solution to that is kicking it when it does; even a puppy gets the message. But that is immensely cruel. Thankfully kicking your head in is an option I have. I asked TLA the same question, a question the man dodged to no surprise; what have you done? What have you accomplished Chris to think that you’re not just my equal in this ring but my superior? Or is it just more of the hot air you spew? Maybe it's just me, but someone who is greater than the World Champion wouldn’t be so bitter and upset about being “robbed” of an Interwire Championship shot. There’s a reason that in my years those mid range championships have been but a lowly entertained thought in my mind; I’m above them. I always have been. You’re no different to him, like many. You ride on emotion and your own arrogance; you talk with no substance to your claims, you sit there and spew garbage constantly because it's all you have to grasp for. You can’t give me a reason, nothing of worth because you have nothing to back your claims and your grand bravado up. But it's adorable, I find. The confidence that seems through every pore, if I were to shut my eyes for a moment and listen to your words then I would be believing each and every one of them. Hanging from word to word. But with my eyes wide open I simply see a jester trying to play the role of a king and failing quite miserably at it. Simply standing there and saying the last eight years didn’t mean anything doesn’t make it so; a burden with the weight of eight years still rests on your shoulders and you must carry it into every battle you have. Why do you think you have the right, the option to talk down on someone like me? Someone who has accomplished so much in this business, earned his place at the top of whatever class he enters in, one foot in the door to be heralded alongside the greats. I am everything you and everyone else on this roster should aspire to be. While you’ve done nothing. Absolutely nothing to be proud of. Nothing to hold your head high about. You believe everything you touch turns to gold, let's hope you’re not like the last bloke who thought like that. Sure, your little presser at Ground Zero captured the attention of many but it was more due to Ryan Adams tearing you a fucking new one instead of you actually doing anything to make it worth watching. Ranting and screaming “Fuck Ryan Adams” doesn’t really capture the minds of people. You’re playing second fiddle to the great…

And the harsh reality is that nobody truly cares about Chris Elite.

People won’t chant my name putting you down. People will chuckle at the stripping of your armour and the exposure that you’ve got so, so little to offer in this business. My equal….my friend you’re going to be laying on that canvas, your head spinning staring up at the bright lights wondering what the fuck just happened. And the funny thing about it is I’m not Mr. DEDEDE. I don’t have anything at stake aside my a knock to my ego so when I say you’re going to get mauled, being torn from limb to limb is exactly how it's going to feel. You would stand a chance on Sunday if you were as talented as I am but talent is raw. I succeed the day I stepped foot not just in this company but this industry and I’ve never taken the foot off the pedal. Talent landed me success so quickly that I could count the weeks on my hands. Talent landed Cash In The Vault in my grasp. Talent drove me to win the EAW Championship. Talent got me back to the top to become the World Heavyweight Championship. The truly talented succeed right away, they don’t wait seven years for their first championship - the lowly New Breed Championship might I add. My talent is the reason I run this show. Talent is the reason it sits on my back instead of your’s and it's my talent that is taking it to the fucking stratosphere instead of sitting in the dumps. Not you. No, take pride in selling meager apparel, I’ll keep taking pride in putting arses in seats and ensuring that there’s a ring for someone as ungrateful and delusional as you can compete in. Nobody else sits on the throne, there can only be one king, one ruler of the brand that is whoever holds the World Heavyweight Championship. Even Ryan Adams stands on a step below me. What is great about you, Chris? I’m still perplexed trying to find something, just one thing you’ve accomplished in your career that makes you great at all. And if you can’t give me something, anything, then you’re as laughable as TLA is. I’m going to repeat this over and over and over and over again if you’re tired, if you’re annoyed about hearing those three words then I’m going to drive you to the point of wanting to off yourself.

You have done nothing.

You have achieved nothing.

You are nothing.

You have no claim at being the man who carries this brand. You can no claim in being better than me in this ring. I run laps around you with ease. I can put you down without breaking a sweat. You think you’re a shark in these waters but you’re merely the food someone like me feasts upon. You offer nothing in this business and come Voltage you will have nothing to offer in that ring that gives you a fighting chance. Your “Gawd Given Greatness” is going to still be one too many levels below my level of caliber and my finesse to come close. And you can talk yourself up! You can encourage yourself to believe that you stand a chance against me but there just isn’t enough confidence of the world that can close the gap between you and me. I don’t ponder those questions because I have no reason to. Why would I entertain the thought of defeat at the hands of someone so far below me? I guess I get why Mr. DEDEDE was more focused on his phone than paying attention to you. Likely more of a challenge for him to maintain his interest in your yapping than you yourself. No, I’m not willing to listen to your shit, it’s tiresome and more akin to some bloke on NEO thinking he’s top shit coming from some low rate shithole. But you’re certainly right, Jamie O’Hara can’t be the best on Voltage, this company even when Mr. DEDEDE still exists. But a day will come when he and I stand alone inside the ring and not a chamber. Perhaps when he kicks your teeth down your throat and I walk out of the chamber champion, the man and I can have the greatest fucking match of 2017. And of course you would be getting a worthy credit point from bringing him out of the suit and back into the ring. I have no true quarrel with him, I have no reason to stoop to your desperate levels for a match. But here you are acting as if what you’ve done is a new phenomenon. As if this is a precedent. No, Xavier Williams did this before. Xavier Williams showed that you can challenge the chairman, risk your job and all and still be fine. And he took his feud with Mr. DEDEDE to a level that not even yourself will dare to take it; a far more personal level beyond his net worth. The bitterness he tasted in defeat drove him to ruin; it’s the same fate that awaits you at Road to Redemption. I’ve taken every man I’ve faced for months lightly and I have been correct in my belief. Month after month I’ve sat in second gear without much need to push into first; because men like you Chris, blokes like TLA can’t hold a candle to me inside the ring. Time and time again it's been proven. Men like you can only grasp at straws to give yourself the self-belief that you can beat me but in the end defeat is all that follows. The greatest of a generation is abso-fucking-lutely what I am and you’re going to get a taste of what it feels like to face someone who is superior in every facet of the ring.

You’re going to limp into the greatest match of your career; your fragile ego shattered to pieces. You don’t belong amongst the greats, you don’t belong in my ring.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2017, 12:47 am by **Brayden Wolfe**

" You know I guess I should have known even before walking into the ring with you on NEO that you would somehow walk out with that Championship. I mean you worked as hard as you did to achieve it I'm sure people in the back will do what's needed in order for you to keep it. I'm sure a few of those guys in the ring with the striped shirts get paid a couple of extra bucks to miss a few calls in your matches. Is that the way you've done things around this place? Finn, is that really how you've gotten as far as you have? You know hearing you speak you sound like a man who strives to be the best. You sound like a man who doesn't want things to end without a sure winner and what happened on NEO. Well lets face it everybody saw my foot on the ropes so clearly you didn't defeat me. Clearly the ref was a guy who didn't know how to do his job and I think I took care of that when the match was over. I think I made it pretty fucking clear how I felt about how our match ended. You see because I'm a guy who always speaks the truth and Finn the truth is there are very few guys who can have my shoulders pinned down for a three count. You, aren't one of them and as much as you would love to believe that you defeated me. As much as you would love to think that I won't get a rematch or the New Breed Championship the reality is I will and if I don't. Well lets just say I'll be taking that New Breed Championship instead of you having the chance to defend it. I've always said I'm not a man who plays games and what happened at the end of our match on NEO Finn was nothing more then a fucking game. It was nothing more then a screw job and for some odd reason you haven't said a fucking thing about it. I mean hear you are talking about how you wanna push yourself to be the best you can be and yet you let a Championship match end like that? The fact is Finn you should have told the ref to have the match keep going because that's what a real man would do. Knowing how meaningful the match was Finn, you should have been the one to step up and be a man. Instead you took that New Breed Championship and you ran, you ran like the little coward that you are. I know exactly why you ran too Finn, it's because you know in your heart if that match kept going you wouldn't be holding that gold right now. You know in the back of your mind that if we had a normal ref who knew how to get the job done I would be holding that Championship around my shoulder. I guess that's the way things go sometimes right? Sometimes you end up with the short end of the stick? Well Finn that's not going to happen to me because I'm better then that. Do you actually think I'm just going to leave things alone after losing a match like that? Just think about it for a second Finn. You know you didn't beat me and yet I'm sure you'll run around and claim that you did. I'm sure you'll run around and tell everybody in the back that you defeated me in the center of that ring. If that's the case Finn why not be a man about it and actually try and win the match fair? Of course we both know that won't happen because if it did you wouldn't walk out with the New Breed Championship. We both know if things were fair I would be the man standing tall with my hand raised in the air and it would be like that each and every single time. That's something you know Finn and who knows maybe you knew it before stepping into the ring with me on NEO. Maybe you already knew what was going to happen before it did, but that doesn't matter. Right now the only thing that matters is the fact that I was just screwed out of the most important fucking match of my life and I"m sure right now you're sitting back Finn. Thinking you won't have to worry about me anymore, but you better think again because I know what the truth is. You know you can't beat me fair and square Finn and sooner or later I'll get my rematch. Sooner or later the eyes of management will open up and they will see that you never defeated me. YOu didn't beat me Finn because you can't and the reality is you never fucking will. "

" So, we move on to my match at House of Glass and honestly it's a match I've never competed in. It's a match I've never really thought about competing in, but at the same time this could be the match I could make the biggest impact of all. You see because the winner of my match will become the number one contender to the Hardcore Championship. A title that once again I never really thought about holding in this company, but that doesn't mean I won't. It doesn't mean I won't walk into that ring and show each and every single one of my opponents exactly what I'm all about. You see I had my mind set on walking into House Of Glass with that New Breed Championship draped around my shoulder so right now things have changed a little. See because now that I'm not walking into my match with that title on my shoulder I will want nothing more then to be the last man standing and become the number one contender. I want nothing more then to show the world that I am willing to put my body through absolutely anything in order to win a match. I'm capable of doing whatever it takes to have my hand raised at the end of the match and no matter who I'm in the ring with. I'm always able to make an example out of them even if I don't walk out of the ring with my hand raised. I say that because right now everybody is looking at me as an underdog. A guy that nobody really thinks will make any kind of impact in this company, but I didn't take over the name of The Impact Player for no reason. I haven't been running through this company every fucking week taking out superstar after superstar for no reason. I've done it because my job in this company is to continue climbing that ladder to the top because sooner or later I'll be there. Sooner or latter I'll be the guy looking down at everybody else with the same smile I have on my face right now. House Of Glass is where it all begins because for The Impact Player he becomes the new number one contender to the Hardcore Championship. "

" Finn, I don't want you thinking for one second that things little battle between us is over. I don't want you having any thoughts in your mind that I"m done chasing that New Breed Championship because the fact of the matter is you never beat me. The reality is Finn until you actually defeat me I should still have a match. Until things actually work like a regular wrestling match I'm the guy who should be number one contender and if it doesn't stay that way there's going to be a problem. As it stands right now I'm claiming myself as the number one contender to the New Breed Championship Finn and that's not good news for you. Not only that, but after my match at House Of Glass I'll also be the number one contender to the Hardcore Championship. I'd like to see anybody in this fucking company be the number one contender to two titles. It's gonna happen and it's gonna be Brayden Wolfe being that man. Soon enough I'll have titles for both shoulders and I'll still be doing what I do better then anybody else in the world today. I'll still be standing in the center of the ring as the man who has taken this company and turned it upside down. I am The Impact Player and there's not a fucking thing anybody can do to stop the path of destruction I'm on. Not a soul alive today who can get in the way of me doing what I know needs to be done. I'm on my way up and there's no fucking looking back now. "

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2017, 11:57 pm by **April Song**

Very soon, the time for talking will finally be past. Brody Sparks, Consuela Rose Ava and myself will collide for the EAW Specialists Championship. It’s not the match I wanted, but it’s the match the boss made and a match that a lot of people seemed excited about once it was announced. All the trash talking has come to a head now. Soon words will have to be backed up with action, promises with effort, opinions with force. Most people would be greatly concerned that they have been put in a match like this against two of the more talented women on the Empire roster and all of EAW. This match is a watershed moment in all three of our careers.

As much as I have talked about my indifference to them, they inspire me in their own ways. Our stories, while entirely different in every conceivable way, somehow manage to have a glaring common denominator that I have only noticed as I’ve been sitting down, preparing myself for this moment.

My life has always been one where combat was ever-present. Whether it was military training and work, being in a military family, joining the Air Force myself, and now in my transition into the wrestling world, combat and conflict have always been pronounced and prominent. When I came to EAW, I wasn’t treated as a joke, but not necessarily treated as a big deal. I toiled in the lower part of the cards, just hoping that I would receive an opportunity to prove what I could do. The opportunity came and my life forever changed. I became a part of a family that day, in many ways. I became a champion. The problem was that even though I have achieved this honor, I’ve been derided by some as being unworthy of holding the title, my two challenges tomorrow certainly being the loudest in this regard.

Consuela is the twin sister of a living legend. While she didn’t necessarily inherit the same gifts for wrestling that her sister did, she inherited a fighter’s spirit. There is a reason why I have not chosen to make the stereotypical and cliché argument that she’s famous because of her sister’s name. She’s famous because of the effort that she has put in to become a prominent fixture on Empire. The effort that she put in to defeat Brody was impressive. I may have sparked some controversy when I referred to her as a “one trick pony”, she did earn respect and admiration for ending the longest Specialists Championship reign in the title’s short but very prestigious history.

Brody, the outcast who used her feminine charms to introduce herself to EAW as part of Omerta. Eventually she would find her home in the Sanatorium and Coven, becoming one of it’s most feared members. Ruthless, vicious and dangerous beyond all measure, she turned back challenger after challenger until Consuela managed to defeat her. Sure, before she became the champion that she will not shut up about being, she had her rough patches. Being eliminated from tournaments earlier than she should have been, not advancing very far in the Specialists Rampage and the like. But she has more than made up for it with what she has done.

So, what is the common thread?

Simple answer: respect. We all crave it. We all desire it. Maybe not necessarily from each other, but each one of us has a vision of what Empire should look like and where it needs to go into the future. I’ve made my plans well known and Consuela has done the same. Brody has mostly talked in the vague auspices of destruction and carnage, but even after that she wants to be respected. Tomorrow, we will earn each other’s respect. All of us are winners. All of us have overcome so much to make it to this moment. I couldn’t imagine living in the shadow of a sister that Consuela has. I couldn’t imagine enduring what Brody has to make it as far as she has despite her relatively diminuitive stature.

That said, I’m growing impatient with one person’s perception of who I am. Consuela, I don’t talk to crowds at events to portray myself a certain way. I speak to live crowds because they have a right to know what my thoughts are going into a match. I talk to them so I can understand them more. I listen too, and have had some of my best interactions with fans and fellow wrestlers alike at events like these. While I was in shock and upset when the match was announced, I never cowered in fear of it. And as much as you accuse me of spewing alternative facts, you have, to this date still failed to answer this question that I have for weeks:

What makes Consuela Rose Ava better than April Jay Song?

You have not answered it. In fact, you have stumbled over yourself, resorting to juvenile name-calling and base assumptions. Die your hair blonde and get shitty plastic surgery and you will give Kellyanne Conway a run for her money as a purveyor of Alternative Facts. You were right, the fights between us have been hotly contested and fair, but the fact remains that you haven’t been able to topple me. For all the talent that you have and the deep reservoir of desire and emotion, you can’t muster enough to topple me. And…to answer a question that you posed, since between the two of us I’m the main one that seems to be dealing in reality: Would I take pride in beating a weak, unskilled opponent in dominating fashion?

Yes.

Because when you step into a ring, regardless the combat sport, you know what you are up against. If an opponent is foolish enough to offer himself or herself up to me in battle without fully being aware of the consequences, what fault is it of mine if they come to regret that situation? As champion, the condition and skill of your challengers is irrelevant. You have to be prepared to face any and all of them regardless of what you think or feel is proper and just. I have learned some of this, at least in the pro wrestling ring, over the last few weeks. I didn’t expect to face either of you, and when I somewhat sarcastically noted that I didn’t have an opponent, it turned out that I would have two of them instead. Seems like Karma wanted me to be serious.

I’m aware that the odds of my retention of the championship are not good at best, but I don’t believe that it was a conspiracy to take the title off of me. I should apologize if my words weren’t clear enough for you to understand. My main all along was with Tarah Nova’s decision making. Do I think she may be testing me? Perhaps. Do I think she made the decision she did to reward you two for nearly beating each other to death and putting on an entertaining show? I guess so. Would have I accepted the match if I had been in the position of yourself or Brody. Absolutely, ESPECIALLY if my position was more like Brody’s having never had a rematch that was contractually obligated to take place anyway. Even so, my gripe was never with the two of you for accepting the match. My only gripe, and I hate to repeat myself but since people in this line of work seem to be deaf or dumb I have to, was that you two were rewarded for only putting on entertainment, not achieving a result. Have you seen anything in any other sport like this? Have you ever seen boxers battle to a draw and both be given title fights against an undisputed champion in their weight class? It doesn’t happen. I don’t need lectures about how Triple Threat matches work. In fact, my first match in EAW, coincidentally enough was a Triple Threat match. I wasn’t involved in the decision then. I know how unpredictable and difficult these types of matches can be and I know that they will take something out of me, especially when you throw in a title defense such as this.

Brody, I understand how important the title and this match are to you. And without a doubt, you may be the most dangerous opponent I’ve ever faced. I still contend that Matsuda and Aria are more skilled, but in terms of brute force and unpredictability, you are quite a little badass. That said, I will not cower in fear when I see you. I see a woman who, when pushed to a certain degree, can give up. I know you have submitted before. There is no shame in that, hell I’ve been submitted on the rare occasion in my old sport. Tactical retreats are very much similar to submission: you give up one battle so you don’t wind up losing an opportunity to win a war. I’m not calling you soft or vulnerable, I’m just aware that certain buttons have to be pressed for me to make my second defense a successful one. This applies to Consuela as well, who I have submitted. While a part of this match will be luck, the biggest part of wrestling will always be skill.

Not emotion.
Not championship aspirations.
Not blood feuds.
Not anything else.

Consuela flat out told me that I was lying to the people of Empire, that I was lying to the so-called “EAW Universe”. I have never lied here. I may tell people uncomfortable things they don’t want to hear, I may give a quick witted word or two that makes me appear uncouth, but I don’t lie about things. And so what if people view my ascention to the title as inspiration to make their careers better? This is America, after all. And in most respects, America is a meritocracy when it’s at its best. Your race, your size, your religion, your sexual orientation, none of that is relevant. You seemingly want to make EAW into some sort of feudalistic society where the serfs at the bottom of the card just know their role and fill time while “chosen elites” like yourself rule the show. It doesn’t fucking work like that. You have to earn your way in this world, not just say you’re great because you “got close” once or twice. I learned that lesson well and that’s the main reason why I took from you what you treasured and kept it from you when you came calling for it back.

The two of you are great athletes. I’ve said that enough. What I’m going to say now is the absolute truth: in terms of technical wrestling ability, there is not a woman on this planet who can touch me. Not Aria, not either of you, not Cameron, not HBG, not Matsuda, not Goto, No one. The two of you will come at me with all you have and I welcome it, as I’ve said many times this week.

The two of you will not welcome the result though. I will stand strong, I will rise to the challenge, I will fly even higher than before as I prove to the two of you, the Empire locker room and the world that the words “April Song isn’t going anywhere” were not just window dressing when I said them.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2017, 11:57 pm by **Amani**

MANIFEST DESTINY II - VS. SAVANNAH SUNSHINE, STEPHANIE MATSUDA, AND ???

Thanks for the history lesson.

But it was unneeded. And I didn't know the winner of this match was based on who's been here longest or lost the most, which I can't relate to. I love you, girl but jeez, what the pity party you just threw for yourself. Was it supposed to be inspiring? Was it telling the rest of us that none of us deserve this more than you? Because I call bullshit. You talk about falling down and getting back up again, never giving up, all that jazz. You've been through sooo much! Your friends have turned on you and you've lost big opportunities. It's truly heartbreaking. But I haven't fought enough? Won enough? And that puts you above me somehow? Please. If anything, you haven't won enough either and that's why you made this dramatic flashback of your career and the history of Empire to gain sympathy. "I deserve this! See how many times I've embarrassed myself in that ring by talking big then taking that L? It's only right that I get my ass handed to me by Ryan Marx as well!" I can't say with complete confidence that I have this in the bag myself because I'll only find out once it begins but Cloud, I think it's quite ignorant of you to play the veteran card, especially on me. I can't beat Ryan Marx because this is your home, Empire, and you've been here for quite some time and been in all these matches and feuds and stables, right? If the other Sanatorium slaves couldn't do this, and they've accomplished more than you have, what makes you think you can do this? What differentiates you from them? What do you have in you to take down the so-called "bad man"? Are you saying you're better than the two that have already fallen? I know you want to bring that title home and show everyone the women are no joke but that's well established and not your place. Ryan Marx has dominated each match he's been in and has yet to get a real proper beating and he will dispose of you just as easily.

I saw what he did to CM Bank$ on Showdown. Despicable actions. Contrary to your belief, Cloud, when I say I am dedicated to justice it isn't just a gimmick. And I'm not gonna "fall on my face" while pursuing it. Marx beating our founder in such a way has appalled me and is a whole new level of disrespect. CM Bank$ helped bring me back to EAW and continues to help me to this day, I'd consider him my mentor really. So this struck deeply. At first, Marx was a sort of gentle giant. He was staying in his lane, acting like a philosopher. Now he's wilding out on our legends. That is not something I want to sit and watch from the sidelines. Getting revenge for that wouldn't please me more because THAT is real injustice. I got no problem with how Empire works right now, that's not what I came here to fix. I am here to monitor all injustice on every show, I am just limited by my contractual obligations. I don't need to interrupt a Pain for Pride match for attention because eyes are already on me. If anyone truly represents Empire, it's the new wave of girls that come in each season. Like myself. Empire is a place of opportunity. These women weren't taken seriously before coming here, nor were they viewed as even being on the same level of the men but now we have Cameron and HBG, as you said, crossing over brands and battling toe-to-toe with these guys. The future is now, Cloud. I know you must hear that a lot since you're so experienced along with hearing how this time it's different but I don't rely on my words to convince you. Once my knee connects with your face or I nearly break your neck as I throw you into and rip you back out of the sky, you'll realize that I am no ordinary newcomer and I have just as much skill as anyone else here. Just as much passion, just as much heart.

Several times you've laid your life on the line and STILL lost. If you can't overcome the same women you've been facing for years now, a new test in Marx is not your calling. Sure, you got two over on girls that aren't even here but they couldn't have done this job either. I'm not saying I'm gonna slay the beast my first time out but it will damn sure not take me six more attempts after that. I give my all every single time I step in the ring and get rewarded. I have the higher-ups shook already at my ability because they realized what they were missing out on. I could throw both you and Ryan Marx across the ring and shrug it off. I am the strongest woman on Empire, mentally and physically. As bold as it sounds, it's true. You're just mentally strong and maybe it's because all these whoopings you've received have just straightened you up It's gonna take all these things I got in me and maybe even more to give Ryan Marx a real battle and to take that belt from his possession but I'm gonna risk it. It's time for a change. We got Azumi in a main event, why the hell not. We don't need to see the same repetitive, tired result of Stephanie Matsuda coming close but once again leaving her followers, friends, and Tarah Nova disappointed. If one of us is bringing that title home to Empire, it's not you, as much as that hurts me to say. You're much like Cailin, who I faced in my first match back here. She had the EAW experience and all and I nearly dethroned her. She was shocked, as were others, at how much of a fight I put up. That's kinda like this, except the end result will be different. Astraea Jordan will not settle for runner-up again, not in a situation this important. And as for the bright ray of Sunshine? Honey, I know I said it'd damage my heart to have to put you down but I will still do it all the same. It's a shame that your whole family will witness your ultimately disappointing performance too because you won't be the one winning the Openweight title either. I don't know how you're gonna put that fake smile back on your face. You may have a big support system behind you but you are in charge of what happens out there. That is, until I decide not to let you have that control anymore. Poor Auntie 'Vannah..just keep hoping for the best, praying to whatever God you believe in that being nice in this business actually gets you somewhere but don't be surprised when I spit in its face tomorrow night. There's a lot of mystery to this match: Who's gonna win? Who's the mystery opponent? Will they actually become Openweight Champion? Thus, everyone will have their eyes on the four of us. So don't worry, Steph, Empire will get the respect and exposure it truly deserves tomorrow night after we tear the house down but not until we tear each other apart as well. There is no "playing nice" and I'm glad you all understand that. Astraea Jordan will not be a one trick pony or a one hit wonder. She will continue to shock the world as she always does and inspire more people than Savannah or Cloud ever will. My claws are out and I'm coming for the neck. Each of them.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2017, 11:56 pm by **Tarah Nova**

Hypnotized---Manifest Destiny
Promo Number Four

“Listen carefully, (Shhh) I know it’s hard for you, (I know). You’re not quite used to vulgarity and verbal abuse, (Get ready). Well first off fuck you and what you represent, Tryna take the money you didn’t earn, you won’t see a fucking cent. I’m sorry, did I just make you feel upset? Wanna add a habit and light about 30 cigarettes? (You should) You’re only mad about the fact that I put a light to you, Basically tracing paper when all we see is right through you! Who doesn’t love analogies with a couple meanings, Especially when it makes a prick like you start steaming, I can tell you’re not quite gettin’ what I said before,What I mean by tracing paper’s that you’re see-through and disposable....Goodbye.”

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When I said I was done with you; it meant I was done with everything. You, you in the ring and outside of it. From day one I have been done with you. Why? Because I all the bullshit that you've pulled over the years. See, I don't care where you came from Honda. I don't care if you came from the Great temples of Japan or the outskirts of Tokyo. Hell, you could have came from a fuckin’ trash can behind this building and I'd still wouldn’t care about your backstory. So STORYTIME: I DONT FUCKIN’ CARE. You don't understand that this isn't about you climbing that mountain to the top and this isn't about you defeating the monster that stands in front of you. This is about me finally showing everyone the piece of shit that you are. This is about me wiping my hands clean for the third and final time. Honda, I have let go of everything you have done. I have ignored the words that you thrown at me. I have went past THIS and I went on to greater things but you? You stood there in the shadows pulling anyone aside just to hear your story about how Tarah Nova ruined your career or How Tarah Nova bullied you and made you quit so many times that you have lost count. See all of these story you've told are lies and I tried to tell you that. I tried to show you that everything you have said these past few days have been nothing but lies but of course you don't listen. Of course you still stand there like a preacher at church speaking this bullshit like it was gospel. You have said numerous times that you aren't the Honda from years past. You are this brand new shining Honda but that is a lie too because you are still standing here; coming at me like I did everything wrong. So what do I do? I come back at you tenfold. I tell you the truth and I show you the facts but then you turn around and you become the victim. You say you're sick of everything that I say? So if thats so then shut up and fight. Shut up and show me that I can't do anything right. Prove me wrong, Honda. Prove me wrong that you can beat me finally after three years that we have went at it because from what I can remember; you've never beaten me. Not once. Every time we have stepped in the ring together, it's always Tarah Nova picking up the win. And why is that you ask yourself. Maybe it's because you can't wrestle on my Level or maybe it's because you're afraid. Yeah, I kind of like to think that one. You are afraid of the Shock Collar of Empire and you can't tell me otherwise. Hell, I can ask every single person on Empire and they will tell me you are shaking in your boots for this match. So I was right all along: You are weak, pathetic and downright humiliation to Empire but soon we will have to worry about you pulling us down because I'm about to end are suffering...

So when the end Honda I'm going to do everything that I have said up to this point to you. I'm going to beat you down I'm going to drag you to my house. I'm going to show you what you have done to me for THREE years that we have known each other. All the hate, all the embarrassment; I'm going to do that to you. I mean its funny that You really believe I can't do the things I've said to you but honey, you have never seen me this Angry. You have never seen me this vile and I am ready to rip your fuckin’ throat out in this war that you wanted. Yeah, You're getting the Fear driven Vixen killer. You are getting the rage that I have been holding in for years. You are getting the Tarah Nova you have only met in your nightmares. I'm going to hurt you as much as I can, Honda. I'm going to beat you until I hear that last breath leave your lips. All in All: Your life is in my hands tomorrow night, Honda; I'm going to do as I please to you.

SO YOU'RE MINE, BITCH. BELIEVE THAT.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2017, 11:45 pm by **Savannah Sunshine**

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I WAS BORN A CHAMPION.

It was a new day, the fire inside of her still burning bright as she awoke that morning. With less than twenty four hours until Manifest Destiny, she would be spending the day at the EAW Performance Center training with Aria Jaxon. Dressed in her own SHINIEST RAINBOW shirt and some sweatpants, she made the drive towards the performance center. As she entered, a few other co-workers had been training as well and she offered a bright grin and a wave to all of them. She was running around giving everyone hugs and even a special big hug to David Davidson before she was running off to find Aria. This was the make it or break it for her, this was now or never. She would either crash and burn or put up a fight and actually come out on top. She knew her chances of actually getting this shot were slim to none, but that didn't stop her from trying her hardest to prove she was in this position for a reason. After a bit of warming up, Savannah grinned as she entered the ring and wrapped her arms around Aria with a huge grin. "Hey! Thanks so much for coming out to help me. I really appreciate it and I know you have your own things to worry about.. So, just... Thank you so much." Savannah grinned and Aria shrugged before offering a smile of her own. Trudging behind her were her two nephews who refused to leave her side, both dressed up in t-shirts and sweatpants for a work out of their own.

"IT'S ARIA JAXON! LOOK TRISTAN, LOOOOOK! IT'S HER!" Jaxon shouted loudly as they both came barreling forward onto one of each of her legs nearly toppling her over. This got a huge laugh from the champion herself who merely scooped up both boys and spun them around in a huge hug. "It is so nice to finally meet you two! Your aunt Savannah tells me you guys are some pretty big fans huh?" The boys both wear matching grins and point at their shirts. "See? It's you annnnnnnd..." They speak in unison now, spinning to show the back where ACE OF EMPIRE was written in big bold bright pink letters. Except the word ace was crossed out and replaced with the word queen. "Aunt 'Vannah made 'em for us! We're gonna wear 'em at the show!" Aria grins and ruffles both boys hair as she steps back a bit. "You two are so cute! Do you guys wanna help me out with some stuff today?" Both boys nod excitedly as Aria starts running through some training stuff with Savannah. The boys trying their best to keep up, of course in their own silly manners to keep from hurting themselves. Cameras were rolling, filming Savannah doing several moves and such. Such as a diving tornado DDT, a Sunset Paradise which was a Rolling Cutter, a Stinger Splash, a bicycle kick and a huge Shiniest Rainbow shining wizard to Aria who was happy to help. Savannah went through each move swiftly and as clean as possible, not missing a beat even though she was growing tired and turning red and sweaty in the face. Brown locks pulled back into a ponytail as she continued for a bit before Aria said it was time for a break. Both nephews stayed inside of the ring, playfully wrestling around and attempting different moves on one another as Aria and Savannah looked on.

"So, big day tomorrow hm? How are you feeling, honestly?" Aria glanced at Savannah who was taking a large swig from her bottle of Gatorade. An unrecognizable look crossing Savannah's features as she inhaled and exhaled softly. "I'm.. I'm not going to say I'm not nervous because I am entirely nervous. My entire family will be there tomorrow and honestly? If I lose this match, I might not get another shot like this in a very long time. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my life, I feel like I have done enough to prove I belong around here and still people don't believe I can do that. So, I guess I'm just gonna go out there tomorrow night, put my best smile on and do whatever it takes." Aria nods, a small smile on her lips. "Cloud is a tough challenge, it's going to make or break you out there tomorrow. But, you keep your head up and you keep pushing, okay boo?" Savannah nods, taking another sip from her bottle. "So, what about Astraea?" Savannah glanced at Aria, raising a brow. "What about her? She's just... there, I guess. I have not a single concern for her, she's just another girl in this match at this point. I have no ill will towards her, she has said not one bad thing about me. However, I will not hesitate to do what needs to be done inside of that ring. I will not be looked at as some joke who has no idea what she is getting into and I will go out there and prove that I have rightfully earned this chance just like the rest of the women in this match." Savannah capped her Gatorade and licked over her lips, a slight gleam in her eyes as she watched her nephews once again.

"How are you feeling having such a huge support system behind you? I mean, not only just your family. But some of your co-workers as well." Aria glances at Savannah, a small smile on her lips before Savannah grins. "It's overwhelming. But in a good sense of the word, y'know? Like, they know I've done a lot so far and they know I can step up to the challenge and do what needs to be done. Knowing that I have so many people backing me makes me feel happy. So, like I said... Win or lose, I'm going out there and I'm not going down without a fight. I will do what needs to be done just as I always do and I will let the world see that Savannah Sunshine is no push over. Savannah Sunshine is no carbon copy of these other women who have been like me before. Savannah Sunshine does things her way and she puts a smile on her face and shows the world just what she is capable of and that is as real as it gets." Nodding, Savannah set her bottle down and pulled her knees up her chin resting atop them as Aria wore a slight grin, almost proud of her friend's newfound super confidence. "I'm proud of you." The words leave Aria's lips and Savannah is almost stunned into silence. Her gaze moving back over to Aria as she swallows for a moment, before speaking up. "What... What did you just say?" Savannah's voice is quiet, but Aria can hear her.

"I'm proud of you. You came in guns a blazing and now? You're turning into this super bright star that everyone tries to sizzle out but you?" Aria smiles, hands gently placed upon Savannah's shoulders. "You keep that shine and you never let it dull and I am... so proud of you for doing that. Proud of you for not letting anyone tear you down and walk all over you. So, you go into that match tomorrow and you show them that Savannah goddamn Sunshine is in it to win it and nobody can dull that light inside of you." Savannah swallows hard, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she quickly wraps her arms around Aria. A tight hug for a few minutes and a soft "Thank you." falling from Savannah's lips as they pull away. "Thank you so much, honestly.. You didn't have to say that to me but I know I needed to hear it with how much everyone's been trying to get to me lately. But, hearing that from someone like you? It makes me want to thrive to be better.. to do better in this part of the world." Savannah nods, Aria giving a bright smile. "It's really no problem. I was the new girl once and you? You've been here for a few months now and just look where you are? You're not only made it to the semi-finals of EoE... But, you're getting a possibility of a title shot if you can win this match. I believe in you, Savannah." Aria grins, glancing at the pair of boys still wrestling before she turns back to Savannah.

"We believe in you and we want to see you thrive. Even if you lose, you know you went out there and you tried your best and that is what matters the most. Aria nods and Savannah nods as well. A smile gracing her features as she cracks her knuckles. "I'm going to show Cloud why you never make Savannah Sunshine angry. She had no right to talk about me that way and neither did Maddie. Neither one of them have no right to disrespect me and when I go out there tomorrow?" Savannah rolls her neck slightly, a small grin on her lips. "There's going to be a new storm coming and I'm not just talking about clouds. I'm talking about a full on lightning storm, courtesy of Savannah Sunshine."

Aria high fives Savannah and they're getting back to training as her nephews clear the ring and the scene fades to black. Tomorrow would be a new day and there was nothing stopping Savannah from proving to everyone that she could handle her own.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2017, 11:34 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

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At Ground Zero, I wanted to be the best referee possible. I want to draw this match right down the middle. I did not want to choose favoritism. I did not want my emotions get in the way of officiating the match. By the looks of things, I let my emotions get the best of me. I let my passion of being World Heavyweight Champion take over my mind and it costed TLA the World Heavyweight Championship. Many are not happy about me double crossing TLA. There have been rumors circulating about why I crossed TLA. Some say Jamie and I were in cahoots the entire time. Others say that I had plot this all my own. What is the true answer to that? Well, you’ll find out eventually, but now is not the time. I knew what I did was wrong, but do you think I was going to be the one responsible for making TLA World Champion? You think I was going to stand it as he made jabs about me dethroning my beloved’s title reign. No, in my heart, I believe that I should be the one to dethrone Jamie. This isn’t some sort of gut feeling or personal right, but it’s what I believe to be true. I was not going to stand as I let TLA take the position that I’ve been wanting since the season premiere of Voltage. As I focus on my intentions to win the Grand Prix at Road to Redemption with Di Consentes, I need to shift my attention to man who I’ve never faced before in Jon McAdams.

What does Jon McAdams have on Cameron Ella Ava? Simple answer: nothing. I have a wave of accomplishments in my resume. What does he have? A Hardcore Championship reign in which no one gave a damn about. A stupid team with a partner who left him high and dry? An even dumber stable who had their first fight within a few months of its formation? I mean, after all the failure Jon McAdams has been through, what makes people want to care for him? There is nothing interesting about him whatsoever. There’s nothing about him that is attention grabbing. He could barely be taken serious with People With Class, what makes him think that we would take him even more seriously with The Nightmare? To me, he is the oddball in the entire stable. You have a intimidating Interwire Champion in Amadeus. You have an intimidating contender in Solomon Caine. You, Jon; you don’t fit in. You are someone who I never thought would be associated with those men. To me, I always thought of you was someone prim and proper. There is not an ounce of intimidating without you. Well, I suppose they just let ANYONE into The Sanatorium these days. I mean, Anthony Leonhart was there for like a month and that was disgrace in itself. I mean, why did they let you into their stable in the first place? What made you so special? You didn’t look like a broken toy. You didn’t look like anyone that needed any fixing. The appearance of the outside is never the best impression from someone because there could always be a different story on the inside. Still, I’ve never understood that. Perhaps, I never will. What I do understand is that I have no conflict with you at all. Unlike TLA, you haven’t said anything to get my anger out of control. You haven’t said anything that managed to get under my skin. That could all change within the next few days, but I wouldn’t be shocked that the intimidation of facing a Hall of Famer like myself manages to coward you into a corner. I sometimes have that impact on men. However, it seemed like you didn’t do that with Madison Kaline. Instead, you embraced that competition two weeks back. You and Solomon faced her and Keelan Cetinich. You two gave it all you had. You brought the competition to Madison, however; her team got the best of you. Then, there was conflict in the five way match at Ground Zero and it was like “yikes”. Could we see the signs of The Nightmare ending once and for all? Honestly, that would be great! It’s not like you guys have done anything worthy. I mean, the tag teams in the Grand Prix have done more worthy things than what you could ever imagine. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a match on Voltage. I miss competing in my brand. I have been so busy competing in the Grand Prix and making it to the finals that I wasn’t able to participate in Ground Zero. To show how much Voltage meant to me, I wanted to guest referee the World Heavyweight Championship Match. I wanted to prove that I haven’t forgotten about my home while I was out accomplishing my duties for Di Consentes. There is a part of me that hopes that I would get to be part of the Voltage Elimination Chamber Match, but with all of commitments, it could be difficult to do so. However, I am quite looking forward to getting into singles action once again. A right way to get back in the World Heavyweight Championship picture would be a victory over you. I don’t care about anything else at the moment. Once I’m through with you, I’ll move on to become a Tag Team Champion. Then, I’ll be World Heavyweight Champion. First female Triple Crown Champion? Interesting, but baby steps. Baby steps.

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