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Aria Jaxon
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 10:33 pm by Aria Jaxon
HOLD YOUR BREATH -- MARSEILLES, FRANCE. 

“Astraea Jordan meets the winner of the Bloodletter main event at King of Elite,” was the headline that people laid eyes on weeks back.

The funny thing about it to me was that there was some sort of uncertainty that punctuated it. “The winner of the Bloodletter main event,” as if it wasn’t about to be me. As if I wasn’t about to do exactly what I’d promised I would, again. To me, there wasn’t a lot about that match that was up in the air. I could’ve put money on a whole bunch of shit, namely the facts that Stephanie and I would tear the house down, that we’d throw everything but the kitchen sink at each other, and that it’d be an emotionally and physically draining affair. I also would’ve put money on the fact that I was about to march toward King of Elite still with my title over my shoulder, but oh, that would’ve been so egotistical of me! How dare I believe in myself? How dare I tell every single one of my opponents that I’m not about to accept anything less than victory, as if that’s not how this shit fucking works? It’s practically criminal of me to tell every woman who looks me in the eye that she’s not taking this title from me, even though I’ve kept that promise for 194 days -- and my word’s as good as gold. Still, if we take the Bloodletter news at face value, my status as the standard bearer of this brand wasn’t taken into consideration. In that moment, Astraea, you got a taste of what it means to be in my spot. You were the constant. You were what was already locked in, and I know you’ve been brimming with pride, dwelling in that sense of security ever since the news broke. After all, you were quick to remind Daisy that you had a guaranteed date with me that you were in no hurry to jeopardize. And why would you? You’re looking straight ahead to what you think will be the biggest moment of your career, even if it turns out that you’ll have to be content with just having taken this trip to King of Elite and not having a coveted gold souvenir to take back to Chicago with you. You’ve had a new pep in your step knowing you had a golden opportunity in your back pocket. The way you’re carrying yourself now, it’s almost surreal. If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t have guessed you were the same chick getting used as a punching bag by the likes of now-irrelevant ass hoes like Alexis Diemos and Elena Miles. But hey, things change, and that’s a fact you’ve cited as a big part of the reason why you’re just days from seizing my throne. In your mind, the Empire landscape is due for a makeover, because things just aren’t *exciting* enough with me at the helm. This lovely brand isn’t stuck in a rut with me as champion. On the contrary, my title reign is the ONLY thing that can be counted on from one day to the next. All the upheaval that’s taken place, and you got the gall to say things have gotten too predictable around here? The woman who started this season -- and ultimately ended her career -- with a near-insatiable need to see my head on a silver platter is nowhere to be found, thanks to Stephanie. The first woman who tried her hand at taking this title from me is now hobbling around on crutches at home, which you know all too well. The woman who many people touted as my heir apparent and the most likely candidate to take me out Road to Redemption is no longer with us. Of course we also have the broken promises lobbed in my direction by my fellow Chamber participants. And fuck, that’s just in the Women’s World title scene. You were in the always-shifting Specialists title scene not too long ago, and you mean to tell me things don’t move quick enough around here for you? That title got ping-ponged back and forth between Consuela and April before Maiden Spain ultimately prevailed and everyone from you to Chelsea to Mallory got a crack at it. In one breath, I’ll still maintain that change is a beautiful thing. In the next, I’ll straight up admit that Empire’s propensity for change ends the second that my reign enters the conversation. If I was sitting on this belt, taking the easy way out and never defending it, I could see why you had an issue with me having been on top for so long. But I’ve spent the last six months taking on all comers, refusing to back down, and taking my fair share of shots on the chin along the way. That not being good enough for you ain’t shit for me to lose sleep over. “We’ve got the same people in main events,” you say, but did it ever cross your mind that maybe that’s not a coincidence? If certain women are good, wouldn’t it be logical to think they’d continually find themselves standing center stage? Or as someone who’s just barely getting used to seeing your name on the marquee, is that not a concept that dawned on you? Don’t assume I’m so delusional that I think I’m gonna be champion forever. But like any sane, self-confident champion, I don’t plan for the end. The new unit of measure of time for me is tracing the path from one title defense to the next. And trust me, time is still on my side.

Good as you are, high as your ceiling might be, I’ll be damned if my title reign comes to an end at the hands of somebody who came up off beefing with the right person. Like I told you a couple weeks ago, I don’t necessarily disagree with what you did to Madison. She tried to take your livelihood from you, and you made her pay for it. Apparently she never learned that you should make sure the people you take out never circle back around to collect. Be honest, you weren’t looking ahead to this point when you beat her ass and gave her a taste of her own medicine, were you? You weren’t thinking about me or my title. The only thing on your mind as you rehabbed the worn-out rubber band known as your ACL was getting back at the woman who tried to take everything from you. All you wanted was revenge. And while I can’t fault you for latching onto every single one of the “extras” for dear life, you don’t get to walk around like this is where you anticipated you’d end up. You’re here because your benefactor wanted you to be. Nothing more, nothing less. You caught a lucky break. You impressed the right person on the right day with the right well-placed display of aggression, and you think this puts you in a position to look down on every single person I’ve defended against and declare yourself the challenge I’ve been waiting for. Even with emotion clouding her vision, Stephanie was still a hell of a challenge. Bloodthirsty as she was, Cailin was still tougher than I can accurately describe. Sky high ego aside, Cameron always put me through my paces. You keep telling me that you’re different, but you’re not the first person to insist that I have to be deposed. Everyone I’ve toppled and everyone who’s tried to topple me, but yet you think you’ll barely have to lift a finger to beat me? And somehow I’m the one who’s not taking the other woman seriously. Be real with me, what makes you different, really? You’re a stronger than me? Cool, so were Cameron and Cailin. You want this so badly you can’t put it into words? Yeah, so did Stephanie. You’re the best you’ve ever been and all roads lead to you beating my ass? Madison tried to hammer that one home. You need to notch this win to show that my time is over and you’re due for a title run? Funny, Azumi said that, too. I could keep going, so I’m glad you copped to the fact that there wasn’t anything you could say that hadn’t already been said. And I’ll be honest, when you deal with as many challengers as I have that come from 50 different angles with the same M.O., yeah, at a certain point, certain facts are gonna be repeated. It’s true, we’ve never faced each other one-on-one, let alone with my championship on the line, but you sound pretty familiar regardless. Only thing that makes this time different is that all your promises of victory are interspersed with footage of you from the NEO Combine. Otherwise, this is just a field trip back to very familiar territory for me. You need a North Star to look toward so badly that you’re out here tryna live vicariously through Chelsea. More than once before this match, I’ve already been pretty honest about how that match went for me. I went to the well one too many times and risked my body against an opponent who really didn’t deserve it. I didn’t have to do what I did. That kicked off me not feeling like myself for damn near the entire month leading up to Bloodletter. I could’ve cost myself a lot more than just a few weeks sidelined from Empire. And she walked around touting the match like it was her crowning achievement. Fast forward a number of days, and I’m winning the headliner and she’s coming up short on the undercard. Life comes at you fast. That ill-fated match on Empire was a wake-up call for me, and it’s made me think twice about some of the moves I make. I learn from my mistakes, Astraea, so that window of opportunity you thought you were gonna have was closed before this match was even made. Self-made problems tend to be the biggest pains in the ass, but I got through that rut regardless. But, according to you, it’s no match for all that you’ve overcome to get to this point! Nothing I’ve dealt with could’ve ever made me strong enough to contend with someone who’s teflon like you! I’ve contended with my fair share of issues, most of them out under EAW’s bright lights for everyone to see. Maybe you’re right, though. I’m a twenty-three-year-old prodigy dragging a list of Hall of Fame qualifications behind me. How would I ever be able to truly understand the desperation and uncertainty that comes with having notched multiple career-threatening injuries and still being titleless when I’m pushing thirty? It makes me laugh that you say you’re dangerously close to bringing me back down to reality, but what’s wrong with where we are now? Did it ever occur to you that this IS reality? There’s a reason why I haven’t budged, and despite what that egotistical voice in the back of your head is telling you, it’s not because I haven’t dealt with quality competition. It’s not because I’m drawing on what you think is some energy transferred to me by virtue of indoctrinating an entire fanbase either. And you’re grasping at straws if you think being popular is a weakness of mine. You wouldn’t be the first to suggest that, though. Fact of the matter is, not a single one of those cheering fans is hopping the barricade to help me during our match. None of them are shouldering this burden for me. I’m handling you and sending you back down the ladder all on my own. I’m just giving them a reason to cheer.

You said you wouldn’t stop at anything, but in this case, it’s not up to you. Wouldn’t be the first time someone with a little momentum thought it’d be enough to carry them right through me. Everything you’ve ever wanted won’t be coming at my expense. You’re not using me as a stepping stone to seize the brass ring. If you’re waiting for an opening to sprint past me to get to the finish line, you’re gonna be waiting an awfully long time. I suggest you hold your breath ‘til it ain’t none left. 
Theron Nikolas
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 9:02 pm by Theron Nikolas
Fuck man - and here it comes for I believe is the fourth time this week.

I'm sorry, Darkane.

I wholeheartedly apologise for being so foolish. I was blind, but I now see the light! Let me see you in the light that I should; the Hardcore Champion! The Rookie of the Year! The modern day personification of barbarism and brutality. The slayer of Hall of Famers; even if they were the likes of Scott Diamond and Hurricane Hawk - two men that were a mile over the hill, but seeing that I haven't made the Hall of Fame, I’m certainly in no position to criticise their accomplishments. The conqueror of the supposed FOUR TIME World Champion, The Pizza Boy - even though the man has only held the Answers World Championship twice - but, we’ll play into this fantasy that makes the man seem more special than he really is. I should be a little more respectful, shouldn't I? I haven't even able to accomplish the feat of becoming a World Champion, so I'm in no position to judge their time as champion. I should praise the fact that they've managed to get that far - even if they were a man that was expected to break barriers and become one of the greatest champions that this company had ever seen and didn't manage to come close. I should respect people like Nasir Escobar; a man that's touted as being World Championship material - even if it's just a name to make people in his position feel a little bit better about themselves. But, most of all, Darkane. You beat them both. I should respect you, right? I definitely shouldn't overlook you. I shouldn't see you in the same light that I once did. You're a man who has grown. You're a man that has gotten better than the last time that we had the chance to stand against each other. How could I be so foolish, my friend? You're Dar-Motherfucking-Kane! I should be preparing for a war - not believing that I'm days away from walking out of King of Elite with that crown resting on the top of my head! I should be trying to work out how I'm going to manage to survive the onslaught of the devastating Hardcore Champion. It doesn't matter if he's never been good enough to beat me. It doesn't matter if we constantly go through the same motions that leads to the same result every single fucking time. None of it matters! The stories that history tells us - it just doesn't fucking matter!

Darkane has improved!

Darkane has taken steps forward!

Darkane isn't the man that he once was!

There's a chance. There's a chance that things don't go to plan at King of Elite. There's a chance that I'm forced to watch, speechless - absolutely fucking furious as you ascend up the ramp and sit in that newly acquired throne. But, if I concern myself with chances - I'd be shitting bricks every week. I would find myself spending more time thinking about every single fucking possibility that could happen, rather than focusing on what matters. I'm set in my ways; words aren't going to change that. You're right - only god knows what would have happened if John Doe hadn't appeared and Rex McAllister didn't turn his attention to a man that was there to fucking help him. Rex may have found the answer that he was so desperate to find. Rex may have been the first person to find the answer to the question; what does it take to keep Theron Nikolas down with your own two hands, but we’ll never know. But, I'll put money on it being Theron Nikolas still standing in this position. If Rex was ever going to find an answer - John Doe never would have been there, would he? If Rex was ever going to find an answer - he never would have found himself thirty minutes into a match with one fucking leg. You can spin stories which ever way you want; you can try to paint the picture that you want the rest of the world to see. I can do too. I don't care. I don't care about how good you think you've become. I don't care about this idea of you being better than you were months ago. I don't care about the names that you've beaten that hold so fucking little merit. I'm not shaking in my boots. My mentality isn't going to chance from the walk from my locker room to the curtain. There is only going to be one constant. I stand and you fall, Darkane. But, it doesn't end there, does it? While your sitting there, trying to swallow the foul taste of falling at my feet, like you always have. I'll simply say one word. One word that you will never forget, Darkane.

Kneel.


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Consuela Rose Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 3:01 pm by Consuela Rose Ava
III.

Megan Raine wants to fuck me.
Megan Raine wants to fuck EVERYONE.

Gee, I don’t know how to respond to that. You see, I’m just not interested. I’m not interested in women. There’s nothing wrong with being lesbian. I mean, we got a shitload of them on Empire. I’ve always been a mass supporter of the LGBTQ. I think anyone should be with anyone they desire to be with. I think that if you love a male or female, you should be able to marry whoever you want and start a family with them..or no family and maybe just a lot of cats and dogs...or none at all. It’s their life and they cannot control who they love regardless of gender. I know that you just want to sleep with anyone with a pulse, but why would you want to cheat on Ryan Adams like that? I mean, he is your boss. He is the one writing your checks. He is the one who is helping you build connections in this industry. If you lose him and want to get with me, you lose a major connection and that is a no-no. Between you and me, I think I am the hotter twin. Please, do not tell Cameron that! I cannot blame you for that, Megan. I cannot blame that I am quite attractive looking. Between you and I, I am the type of woman men want to settle with. You on the other hand, you’re just another pretty thing that men want to sleep with. You are someone who men cannot picture calling you their wife. Ryan is in the age where he should want to settle down and find a wife. I am a believer that you can find the one at any age. There’s no such a deadline that concludes that you will never find the one. If Ryan is listening to this, I just want to tell you that you don’t have to settle for a Marilyn, there is still enough time to look for a Jackie. You just need to look at the right places. I recommend a coffee shop or library. I don’t think you are going to find a wife on Instagram or Backpage or where you found Megan at. As your employee, I am just looking out for you and I hope you take this advice to heart.

Fuck, that’s not what you meant when you said “fuck you”, huh? This is awkward.

What reputation, Megan? Your reputation was already trashed the moment you stepped foot into this company. Don’t try to convince anyone that you were some saint who gave a damn about wrestling. The only reason why you bothered to become a professional wrestler was because of your loser ex. You were just getting into whatever your ex was into because you wanted to find something that the two of you could bond over. I mean, Cameron does the same thing with rugby. Whenever she’s in Australia, she’ll cheer for whatever team Jamie roots for, even though they suck. Why? Because she wants to be supportive. That is the same thing with you, Megan. The moment he threw your ass to the curb, you should have realized that you did not need to pretend anymore. You didn’t need to pretend that you gave a damn about EAW. Yet, you’re still here. You think that you can return and believe things will be different this time, but you are more wrong than ever. Once again, you find yourself in the same situation. You think that you can return with a new boyfriend and everything will be different. You think Ryan is not going to break your heart? You think that he won’t throw your ass off his bed the moment he sees a shiny new toy to play with? You keep telling yourself that you’re going to be the one that tames the beast within him. In your mind, you keep telling yourself that “this time will be different”, but if you haven’t learned history, you will be doomed to repeat it.

There you go with the sob stories again, I thought we established that I don’t give a hoot. I don’t care if this was a dream since you were a little girl. You just told me a couple days ago that your ex was the reason why you wanted to be part of the business? Now, you’re going to try to feed me another lie by stating that this was a dream of yours? Are you going to fool me and anyone watching this promo that you’ve always wanted to do this? You think this will be the reason why people rally behind you? If it was really been your passion, you would have placed all your time on attention to get a wrestling contract. Modeling, acting and singing would have been a second priority. Sure, you can defend yourself by stating that you wanted to be the best at everything. You can say that these had a purpose to help you make it here. My question is: why not put your heart and soul into all of this? Why not focus on wrestling as a whole? Why not get into all that stuff after you accomplished your dream of getting an EAW contract? For me, it was always my primary focus in life. Being part of a cleaning crew was always the second option for me. I mean, I could have focused on that and be set for life. Why didn’t I? Because I love wrestling. I love entertaining people and putting a smile on their faces. I’m not as insecure as you, Megan. I don’t care about being in a relationship. I don’t care if I’m on Empire for the rest of my life. I have no desire to be part of an all-male brand. I have no problems with Cameron dominating the company. I wish her the best and I will be supportive of her no matter what. I don’t care about you, Megan. Just like you claim that you do not care who talks about you. Just like you don’t care about being in a relationship with Ryan. Just like you don’t care about what people who make up false stories to put you in a negative spotlight. I don’t care if people prefer Cameron over me or vice versa. People have their preferences in this world. Just like those would prefer me as Specialists Champion rather than you. I got pinned in a tag team match. Does it seem like I’m concerned about what it does for my momentum at King of Elite? At King of Elite, this will be your test to see how much you want to dethrone me and have this title in your grasp. This will be your only opportunity to shine I’m not Syndey St. Clair. I’m not going to be so simple to put away. I thought I just tell you know before I throw you off guard.

I’d tell you to fuck you too, but that’s Mr. DEDEDE’s job.
The Heart Break Boy
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 1:08 pm by The Heart Break Boy
[[FLASHBACK SEQUENCE: PAIN 4 PRIDE "Heart Break Boy vs.. Extreme Enigma for the EAW Championship"]] *You cannot visibly see Extreme Enigma*

(Cameras open backstage after a great clash between titans; Heart Break Boy against the late great, Extreme Enigma. HBB is shown being carried by EAW officials then he eventually leads them off as he regroups himself inside the locker-room)

HBB: Thank you, Jesus.

(HBB closes his eyes for a moment in disbelief of his best run ever as EAW Champion until suddenly Extreme Enigma is shown standing right next to HBB with his hand out)

Extreme Enigma: Great match, HBB. You truly shown the world why you are EAW Champion!

(The Heart Break Boy nervously looks down at EE's hands then shakes it with a huge smile on his face then the two eventually hug and pat each-other on the back)

HBB: It is always great to compete against you, EE. Every single place we've been throughout our careers, we have always collided with one another and thrown down classic after classic. This one is no different from others and you could have easily been standing here tonight as EAW Champion. After this performance, it would be to no surprise that we will see each-other again. Love you buddy!

(Extreme Enigma and Heart Break Boy hug each-other once more as EE is about to leave the locker-room until HBB stops him)

HBB: Why not bud? (EE looks confused)

(HBB grabs the EAW Championship and places it over the shoulders of Extreme Enigma)

HBB: Tonight and forever, this will go down as one of  the Heart Break Boy's most spectacular matches. And with it being the biggest stage of em all, I have finally stole the show therefore, I dedicate this to you, buddy. You are a true champion. A leader. A showman. You light up an entire locker-room. Eat it up, champ. I'm dedicating this belt to you. Thank you.

(As Extreme Enigma and HBB shed tears of joy with one another, HBB couldn't help but feel someone watching him. So he quickly leaves the room and spots a man with a long hooded sleeve jacket. HBB confronts the man and turns his attention onto him)

HBB: You alright man? If you wanted an autograph or something, you could have just knocked.

???: ....................

HBB: What are you? Deaf? Hold on.... (HBB grabs a pen placed right next to him and then a "Golden Boy" t-shirt and signs it for the unknown man)

HBB: Here you go... Take care, man. Love ya.

(HBB turns away from the unknown man)

???: I must say, I love your spirit, Michael.

(HBB stops in his tracks and turns back around to the unknown man)

???: Allow me to introduce myself, I am Prophet Carn. I am the head-founder of Prophet Ministries of North Carolina.

HBB: Well hello, Mr.. Carn. I'm glad to see that you can speak. You're enjoying the show?

Prophet Carn: Yourself and Extreme Enigma had an amazing match. But I'm not particularly a fan of wrestling. I'm just here to deliver a message.

HBB: OK............. For?

Prophet Carn: Yourself, Michael.

HBB: What is this all about?

Prophet Carn: God loves you, Michael.

HBB: And I love Him too.

Prophet Carn: Oh really? Do you really love Him? Or do you just love the things that He has done for you?

HBB: Nonsense... I had to use my own will power to get into this position.

Prophet Carn: Truly, truly, I tell you, without God's guidance, you wouldn't even joined EAW. Michael, I just came to inform you that you shall turn to God quickly or everything that you have now will perish along with your career.

HBB: What do you mean? I'm a die-hard consistent worker and will never let my career drop at any point. I've been doing this thing for almost five years now.

Prophet Carn: Yes you have. You have worked hard. You have become one of the best in your profession and later on this year, people will praise you. They will praise you as potentially the greatest of all. There's nothing that you haven't touched and right now, your stardom is very untouchable. It seems like nothing for you can go wrong at this point and all those long hours of worrying and hoping has paved way for your rise to become the face of EAW. At this point, no one and I mean absolutely NO ONE can say they are better than you.

HBB: Well thank you.

Prophet Carn: It's just too bad that long star is going to sprinkle very soon. What is the first thing that you said when you were coming backstage?

HBB: Thank you, Jesus?

Prophet Carn: Michael, I will urge you to keep up this prayer or else. It will be a very easy road if you do. You're a great man, great father and inspiration for others that look up to you. However, I'm afraid that if you don't change your ways now, your career will fade away.

HBB: Whatever.. Get out of here. Ha! I am the Headliner, Showstealing, Main-event and Mr.. Pain For Pride! You're being ridiculous sir. You didn't come all the way from North Carolina to speak this propaganda.

Prophet Carn: Let me show you something Michael. After this championship reign, your struggle will begin and Mr. Pain for Pride will longer be no more. You will fight hard to stay in the game but you will continuously fail as punishment of your betrayal.

HBB: What do you mean, betrayal?

Prophet Carn: In the year of 2012, six cubs have grown to become male lions. These six male lions have become the Mapogo Lions. Together, you're a breed of dominant species. No one can tame or defeat you. In your eyes, Michael, lies someone with a heart-broken spirit. You will become very non-chalant and heartless to the fans that you once loved. You will turn your backs on your own partners. You will go out your own way to become the best but always fall miserably. You probably already know about the legendary Mapogo Lions, Michael. They're the world's most famous Lions of Africa, in which they took over the Sabi Sands for decades. They killed every coalition that came by them, even their own cubs and other families. They were mercenaries that actually loved being a lion. Likewise, Michael, you will take over EAW at one point without a belt on your shoulders. But these Lions symbolize you the most, Michael. Because you have grew up from an unfortunate background. You were practically fatherless and had to learn on your own and take your own poison. With these six lions:

1. Dreadlocks (Dark Demon)
2. Kinky Tail (Cleopatra)
3. Makhulu (Jaywalker)
4.  Rasta ( Christy Cruise )
5. Pretty Boy (Prince of Phenomenal)
And you, Michael.
6. Mr.. T

(HBB continuously listens on confusingly)

HBB: Mr.. T?

Prophet Carn: Mr.T was the most ruthless of them all out of the Mapogo Lions. He was never afraid to dictate the show and lead his brothers into meals after meals. The only thing that haunted Mr.T was his pride. He would clash with his own brothers, leave the pack for his own selfish ambitions and become a very hard relative to get along with. No one comes close to Mr.T as you, Michael because you need to cleanse your heart.

HBB: Haha.. This is very funny.

Prophet Carn: Is it? Let's watch your demise...

(Prophet Carn directions HBB to a television right behind him and shows him a clip of Mr. T, one of the Mapogo that Carn compared him to)



HBB: OK... So a lion got killed by other lions, what's your point?
Prophet Carn: That lion that was killed is Mr.. T. Those lions that killed him are the generational curses that lie ahead of your career, Michael. Like I have said, you will struggle until you finally realize that God is your true savior. After this, you will spark but it's only temporary. You will become a blind-man turned believer. A believer turned into great competitor. A competitor turned into a gold hunter.

HBB: What's so bad about that?

Prophet Carn: Your demise will be so pitiful that you will just keep coming back for more and more until you achieve that goal. You will never achieve that goal without doing what God says. You will never be the man that you are now in 2011 than you are in 2017. Your fight for gold will turn into an obsession; a very unhealthy obsession. You won't just retire once, twice, three times, or four times. You will become a laughingstock and that laughingstock will turn you remind into greed to prove your doubters wrong. But you're a little bit too worried about what others think instead of the Man that you should really be thinking about. This spirit that you have now is one of a kind, Michael and I beg you to hold onto it. Make the right decision and hear me out. The one's that you love, that followed you and you have mentored will not forgive if you don't stop and your career as I saw it will become a distant memory. Good day, Michael.

(Prophet Carn slowly turns his back as he walks away while HBB just shakes his head)

HBB: What a religious nut...

[[FLASHBACK ENDS]]

(Cameras transition to current day as the Heart Break Boy's face is shown off guard. He doesn't move, blink nor flinch while hes zoomed in even closer)

September 6th, 2007. The Heart Break Boy was born.

June of 2011, The Heart Break Boys EAW career became legendary.

2012, The Heart Break Boys selfish ways led him to his own self-destruction.

In June of 2014, the Heart Break Boy accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior.

In the summer of 2017, the Heart Break Boy became the very first ever legendary bust. 

The great new year of 2018, another story will become written. Whether people love it, like it or feed into it, the Heart Break Boy will never leave this company until death. As you can see, my downfall was already spoken by a greater power. I felt that vision and even had dreams about my own predetermined demise. I could feel the regret about things that have went viral but I refuse to capture excuses into my own hands while already knowingly seeing what lies in front of me. It was just the inception that caught my attention. I was headed down a dark place and I didn't care anymore. I fought with God; I thought he had taken away part of my family. I thought God had no direction for me and refused to believe he was real. Honestly, I thought it was unfair that God chose me out of everyone. Why did he have to choose me? I was doing just fine. I was already at the top of my game and I had no plans of looking backwards. Nobody could outdo me in the prime years of my career and no one could beat me when I'm competing at a higher level. Why does my life have more downs than up? Why did I have to feed off a single mother? Why does his own father neglect his son? Why? Why? Why? Why God? Why?

I kept thinking about these questions over and over again and it hit me one day after tending to one of the horses on my farm. This happened just last year before I decided and agreed upon returning one last time to EAW in November. I could overhear my daughter, Hayden Mikayla in the background as I was feeding my horses and she yelled, "Dad! I finally did it!" I quickly dropped everything to see what Mikayla was talking about. And once I entered the small home that is complimentary to my first house, I saw something that amazed the hell out of me. Mikayla screamed again, "Dad! Look I finally broke the record! It took me like forever! I had stood there just about amazed and confused. Hayden was overjoyed about finally beating some dance revolution game that I bought for her at the age 12. She is currently 19 right now. "Thanks for everything you do, dad!" Mikayla said as she hugged and kissed me on the cheek. I didn't know why she was so happy about beating some old video game record. But what I really was very confused about is why she thanked me for beating it. "Dad because of you, I finally won! I just kept thinking about all the times you have never given up and kept trying again and again until you eventually caught your spark back!" She told me. I cried and hugged my daughter after this. I guess at this point, I finally realized that I was an old man. Life truly sucks when you can do  just about everything there is at one point in your life then there are some points where you cannot relive these moments because time moves on from you. However, the great thing about it is that as time moves on, wisdom carries on with you to teach the younger generation. As a man raised by a single mother, I would think of nothing more but to care and share my experiences with my family. So why does God hold these large boulders on my back? He doesn't just want me to learn how to struggle and overcome my demons. He wants me to show and lead by example. He wants to use me because this is what life is really all about. It's about progression and no matter what age, old or young, you'll continue to see this progression until you're gone. I already knew what lied ahead of me.

All of my favorite people from Jaywalker to Y2Impact, to CM Banks, to Brian Daniels, Mr. DEDEDE and even Robbie V had made fun of me. Majority of EAW didn't see me fit or classified in their legendary class of fame anymore. I was even considered of never being allowed back to EAW. Prophet Carn was right, Mr. T died by the hands of his own kind. I was dead by the hands of those I considered friends. No one ever checked up on me to see what I was going through. People that really knew me can see the demons that kept clogging my career. So what did I do? Unlike Mr. T, who stood there and fought until death. I left. And I left again. And again. And again. I left with zero warning because why should I let anyone know when no one ever checks up on me? This may sound selfish but I had to do what I got to do --- survive. There's a life outside of EAW that I have no control over. Only God does. I had to realize that wrestling is something that I can control. There is no excuse about how I handle business inside EAW. I chose this path and it's up to me whether I want to fight and bring it back to where it rightfully belongs. With God sending me that message after a great match with Extreme Enigma, I felt it more as encouragement than a warning. Because now I know that God is absolutely real and my career will live on if I continue to keep the faith. And as long I keep the faith, I will stay hungry just like I was six years ago.

Nico Borg, you can skim through this speech because none of what I have said deals with you at all. But it answers the questions of many on why I keep on returning for more. At King of Elite, I have another opportunity to become a world champion, potentially my LAST shot. I will have Pizza Boy, one of my greatest protege's on my side. I can feel a negative vibe between myself and Pizza Boy at this point. I didn't return to become involved in another title match but after seeing how EAW's wave of conspiracies filled up it's arch, I felt like I had no other option but to step in for myself. Pizza Boy may feel envious and perhaps a little upset that I have this match but trust me, there may become a conclusion to where I finally get to face off against my young lad for that piece of gold that Nico Borg holds. You know what's truly funny though? It took a crossface to finally convince Nico Borg to accept this match. A match which he didn't think I deserved. Riddle me this, do the people really believe that Nico Borg deserves that title right now? I mean, I understand the laws and boundaries for a briefcase but come on now, Nico Borg cashed in on Pizza Boy after he just shed blood, sweat and tears to become champion and defended it against other men. It's simple as this, Nico Borg basically stole that title from Pizza Boy. And I'm about to steal it from Mr.. Borg at King of Elite. I've heard a lot of things, positive and negative about Nico Borg. This is a meaningful dream match in the eyes of many. Nico came in preaching and enchanting the gospel while I had enforced it. This led me to watch and see how genuine Mr.. Borg has been to the Gospel of Christ. And judging by his actions, I wouldn't say he's nowhere near as God's Chosen Son.
Now, I'm not speaking far as being saved and holy filled because God truly loves us all. I'm speaking as the one to carry EAW on his shoulders but God doesn't plan things that easily. He wants his people to struggle so they can learn and become the best that they can be. Nico Borg has suffocated the minds of EAW to believe that he actually is a reinvention of God's Son when he's truly just another counterfeit to God's plans. I'm going to single-handedly expose this poor excuse of a champion and finally regain what I should have been captured years ago. Therefore, I will not be preaching the gospel to Nico Borg. I will be preaching the wraith of God to Nico Borg. This certain age of my career only speaks out about death. And death is what follows Nico Borg and his championship reign. I don't care how long it takes or how much blood that I shall receive. I'm going to make sure that Nico Borg's teeth needs a new alignment after I knocked them to the back of his skull. It's been weeks since I ever envisioned of this moment but you know me, I do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it! I'm the Golden Boy after all and you will see a new meaning to the name "Mapogo." Because I may fight until the end like Mr. T but one thing is for certain, the climax of the Heart Break Boy's historic career won't die in vain like Mr. T. I will be gone on my terms! I will be gone on top! I will become your NEW Answers World Champion.

(The Heart Break Boy slowly grins into the camera as it fades to black)
Darkane
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 12:50 pm by Darkane
King of Elite III


Damn Theron, for someone who said he wasn't going to use things from the past as examples to reaffirm his points you sure are using things from the past as examples to reaffirm your points. You should be a historian! You should be the headmaster for the EAW archives because you love digging up everything you can on an opponent just so you can say I told you so even if it's collecting dust. Congratulations, you have two measly victories over me. That must mean you own me, that must mean that I'm stuck in this endless void of despair and I'm just a meager puppet while Theron is pulling the strings. I must be the same person I was months ago, the one full of empty threats and futile promises even though I have gone on to win a championship that I've held onto for three months. Even though I'm recognized as one of the most brutal and barbaric individuals to ever step foot in an EAW ring, even though I've slain countless hall of famers along the way as a rookie that means nothing because I lost to Theron twice in my EAW beginnings. Do you know how egregious you sound? You act as if I haven't done anything to improve myself. You act as if I'm under your spell and I'm stuck in limbo when it couldn't be further from the truth. I'm not under your spell, you don't weave a web that I'm tangled in. You're not this god-like figure that constantly casts a black cloud over my head. You're just a man who acts like a spoiled, entitled little twat, but when things go amiss he erupts into a frenzied temper tantrum. What you need is somebody to humble you and I have no problem obliging to the task. I get it, Theron, your job is to be an instigator, you like to ruffle people's feathers, that's your role and you do it well, but you also do something else well and that is piss and moan when things don't go your way case in point that National Elite Title shot that you never got, but that's neither here or there. Somebody needs to grab a saliva drenched pacifier and stick it down your fucking gullet just for the sole reason of experiencing pure serenity. I'm not trying to knock you off your pedestal for good Theron, I don't think that's possible, you're too headstrong for that, but for one night? Why not? Why is it so foolish to think that Darkane can finally overcome the proverbial thorn in his side? Because I haven't done it before? So? You could beat me ninety-nine out of one hundred times for all intensive purposes but all it takes is that one opportunity to turn your world into a steaming pile of shit. As I said you're just a man, you're mortal, you're not something out of this world, you're not impenetrable, you eat sleep shit and piss like the rest of us but the downside of it all is that you haven't realized it yet.

Oh, so The Pizza Boy is just another pretty face huh? A four-time, count it four-time world champion, he's somebody who given the chance would wipe his ass clean with you but no, he's just someone and done fraud like Montell Smooth who still managed to capture the one thing that has escaped you time after time after fucking time. Here's an idea: let's just throw every world champion under the bus Theron that has ever existed, put it in reverse and roll right over them one by one and even a dead and smushed fucking carcass still has the one thing you just can't seem to get. I can just picture you storming out of the bus, walking over to the rows of bodies and pointing your finger at them while blaming each and every lifeless corpse for their past successes. You would be telling them how they're below you and it doesn't matter if they're a one time or a seven-time world champion, they're below you no matter what because what Theron wants, Theron gets, except for a world title of course. What you need to do is point the finger at yourself, you need to walk up to that mirror, pull your chin up and say: I'm Theron Nikolas and I'm a failure when it matters the most. It's okay, say it loud, say it proud. It's like going to Church for confession. First, you enter the confessional and say "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." to the priest like a good bitch boy. Then, you pour your fucking heart out, you pull out all the excuses and all the feeble material that you can and that you do so well and by the end of the session the priest would flip you the bird and say "You're on your own kid." Nobody in their right might would sit there and listen to you whine incessantly and beef yourself up. The priest has better things to do than listen to you such as checking out the new altar boy or maybe hanging himself from the ceiling in his back office.

You're missing the point, Theron. You don't know what would have transpired had John Doe not stuck his nose where it didn't belong, if I were to make an educated guess, Rex would have finished you off and quite handily at that under normal circumstances, he had been mercilessly beating you down like a red-headed stepchild during the match anyway, then you would be back to square one, deviating some twisted schematic on how to get back at Rex McAllister for beating you cleanly because that's not allowed to happen in Theron's world. In my estimation? You should be thanking John Doe with everything you have, wherever he may be. Part of me thinks you already have. Part of me thinks at the time, you gingerly walked into the back like Forest Gump, you got down on your knees even through all the ligament damage and praised him as if he was the lord and savior himself. "Thank you, John! Thank you for everything, you beautiful beautiful man! I owe you everything, I am eternally loyal until you get in my way, of course, then I'll show my true colors." It's too bad he left the company, isn't it? He's not going to be there to help you indirectly or not along the way. If you somehow someway crawl out of the King of Elite tournament with your hand raised in victory everybody should know what will become of it. The same old bullshit story that we're all accustomed to. Imagine it, Theron, two failed cash-ins, one with the coveted 24/7 contract and one as a result of winning the King of Elite tournament. I mean that's downright brutal, it's almost unimaginable but the sad part is, is that it's highly possible, but you would get your wish; at least you would be up there among the greats... at pissing away glorious chances.

You're right about one thing though Theron, you don't have anything weighing you down at all, you're as free as a bird. There's no pressure in this tournament right? You're calm, cool and collected except there's this whole perfect standard that you have to abide by. I can only imagine what your daily routine must be like. I bet when King of Elite rolls around at 6:00 AM your alarm blares, but you don't need it, your internal clock is flawless but you have the alarm as a backup just in case. You get out of bed and head swiftly into the bathroom, you brush your pearly whites with that extra strength toothpaste that you double checked at the market to make DAMN sure it has enamel protection. You floss your teeth, you throw back your hair like an easy, breezy, beautiful CoverGirl model and wink at the mirror. You trim your nose hairs with the precision of a surgeon. You spend the next hour dusting every nook and cranny of your room even though it's a hotel, due to the fact that you're just that much of a fucking neat freak. You put on your clothes and head out into the night, in your sleek fancy jet black Maserati, you arrive at the Stade Velodrome in a parking space that you expertly pre-scouted to be the best one in the venue so you paid a little extra to get it. You go through some shady back entrance that leads to your locker room because that's the cool discreet way to do it and you spend the whole day going through your over the top pre-match rituals and when it's finally time for our match to begin and you open your lockerroom door, it hits you like a ton of bricks. That it's really time for you to put up or shut up. That this time will be different, that you won't soil yourself in front of millions, but then you start to panic, all the what if scenarios play out in your head and you enter that ring a nervous wreck. I thought there was nothing weighing you down? You've built yourself up so that failure isn't an option, but you're out here sweating bullets before the match even started because you know that deep down, there's that one chance that I mentioned, one chance for that inferior Darkane to shock the world and overcome the odds.

But there's nothing weighing you down right?

Except yourself and the pedestal that you stand on.
Cameron Ella Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 2:27 am by Cameron Ella Ava
II.

Don’t worry, David. You have my full undivided attention.

I don’t know why, but I am done with taking Sheridan’s bullshit. I mean, there is so much I can take before it messes up with my mind. You should know the feeling when you’re facing such opponents with advance dialect and stuff. That kind of stuff is not my thing. I don’t think you have been challenged enough, David. There hasn’t been much competition which has gotten you to yell from the top of your lungs in proclamation of whatever the fuck you are talking about. I’m quite a passionate person - if I believe in something I say, I will say it with such confidence. When I say that we will walk out of King of Elite with the Unified Tag Team Championships, it is something that you should be concerned about. Every super team that has crossed your path has made it so simple to take the titles from you. Sure, you manage to get the titles back eventually, but there never comes a day where we find you and Jack out wrestled and out classes by established talent. The idea that you and your partner believe that you have this match in the bag is so ridiculous. Just like Claudia covered yesterday, you have no right to say that when your record of losing the title is larger than you retaining them. I mean, who have you retained the titles against? Azumi Goto and Haruna Sakazaki? Oh yes, David! There are such intimidating competition. I am trembling in my ring boots because there is no way Di Consentes could ever compare to two boring Asians who are stuck in a rut on Empire. I mean, I could see why you don’t talk so negatively about them. The High Rollerz are just of the few individuals who can relate to them. You are stuck on a rut on Showdown. You may have the tag titles, but what’s the fun of showing them off when there is no tag team that seems to give a damn about you guys? I mean, does EAW still know that the Unified Tag Team Championships exist? Should we put missing posters around France and on the EAW site, so people know what to be on the lookout for? MISSING: THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS. LAST SEEN: AT ROAD TO REDEMPTION XI. IF FOUND: CONTACT BRIAN DANIELS. I would have put Jack Ripley and David Davidson, but it’s not like you do anything with them. You went almost three months without a single title defense. I mean, you could have found us at anytime. I was more than ready to have the Tag Championship Match. You may have come up with the conclusion that Claudia and I care about our individual opportunities. We see the Unified Tag Team Championships as a huge opportunity for Di Consentes. It is just another accolade to add to our very established list. It is something that we hold over every loser team that won’t have the balls to face us? Why do we want to be champions in a dead Division, you will ask? Well, I think by our names itself, it will gather the attention of ANYONE who will try their best to stop us. People will begin to form their alliances and team up with one another to try to face two Goddesses. They will try to compel us and the board of directors about why they should be the ones to face us for the Tag Team Championships. People may look at us as just a couple of women who got lucky at the finals of the Grand Prix, but when approaching, we should be the team to bet on. We should be the team that no one should count out. We haven’t lost a match yet. Sure, you could say that we haven’t faced decent competition, but it’s way more competition than you guys faced within a year. I think, it’s about time that we change all of that. It begins with taking the titles away from you.

Oh...there’s Jack.

Would it kill you to be grateful that you’re even booked in this title match? All I’m hearing is a bunch of bitching from your end. I mean, are you really going to tell us that we’re not worth shit? Are we going to listen to a man who let a woman like myself outsmart him for weeks? It must make you mighty pissed off that I was the one who made your experience on Showdown a lot more interesting. Without me, you would find yourself quite bored with what to do with yourselves? What were you and David doing to occupy the time? Besides the King of Elite Tournament, what were The High Rollerz doing for the sake of their tag titles? What were they doing to elevate the Division? Let me guess- NOTHING AT ALL. You guys just sat on your lazy asses as you waited for the competition to come to you. I mean, were you even paying attention to the Grand Prix? Did it ever cross your mind to scout out the potential competition? It did not matter if they were eliminated first or last, there’s the possibility that you will face one of these teams in the future. We just happened to be the team you are doomed to face at King of Elite. You think you find yourself a compelling point. You managed to get those titles back, but if you guys were such a fantastic team, you would have prevented teams like RoViper or The Triumvirate from ever touching gold. I mean, just like you are in this match with us, you are unprepared. You are oblivious on what to expect from Di Consentes. Just like you were for RoViper and just like you were for The Triumvirate. I am speaking to the same losers who thought RoViper was some old tag team who thought they could be untouchable as they once were. You tried to convince them that they couldn’t get the job done and they did. You say that the ego within The Triumvirate would be the demise of team. They managed to get the job done in their first title match. That is something that The High Rollerz have failed at doing? I mean, isn’t this your first title defense since winning the titles back? Does it make you concerned that it takes three seconds for your reign to end? Di Consentes will wait for the moment where you or David makes a mistake. That is the moment where everything just falls apart. It happened with the past times you have faced. Just retaining the titles against us will finally put those doubts to rest. The High Rollerz can make it through one title defense. The High Rollerz are the best tag team in this company! They have gotten rid of another super team! If not, then it just proves everyone’s suspicions. The High Rollerz are just victims of beginner’s luck. You should know that from gambling. You may be lucky on the first try, but you keep going and soon, you will lose everything. Hey, maybe, your wife is watching this! I would advise her on leaving you! Why? Because do you think that it would be considered disrespectful with how you’re treating me? You calling me stupid and a bitch? I mean, what do you say to your wife when the cameras are off? What kind of things go on in the Ripley household that should be reported to the authorities? Am I stepping too much into your business? I mean, you’re doing the exact same thing with me and the Openweight Championship. You and David are so obsessed with what I am doing. It is almost contradictory to what you have been trying to say. Yeah, you let me compete in my matches. You claim that you don’t care? Yet, you and David just love to bring up my six videos for the Openweight Championship? You are like two jealous boyfriends who cannot let their girlfriend have some personal space and deal with her shit. Would you like it if I pay attention to you? Do I now need to post four more videos in dedication of The High Rollerz? Will that make you feel better?

Well, you both got your fucking wish.
hbg
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 2:26 am by hbg
THE QUEEN OF EAW

All the times you've spent putting me down have eventually amounted to NOTHING in the end... I hope you feel good about it, Tiberius. You have given up your crown for a much more needed prize, a bigger piece of gold that completed your transformation from a hard working rookie to an athlete nearly reaching legend-status. You have fought off every pitiful creature that attacked you for what you had, and in the end you did nothing but fall in the trap of the woman you never thought would snatch away the gold that you worked so hard to protect. I have said it once and I will say it over and over again until it sticks in your fucking skull and you never question it again -- I fucking told you so! 

Oh, come with me, Tiberius. Let us be friends again! Wasn't this what you wanted when you tried to discredit me for all the work I have done? Wasn't this the end goal of you trying to kill me off seconds after I worked with you as a team in that fucking cage? You, and the rest of Showdown, the rest of EAW, belittled me and tried to trivialize everything that I have accomplished and all that I have yearned for, and now that you're on the losing side of the situation, you give your darnest to get what little attention you deserve after being put away in a triple threat match with a goddamn rookie. You try to poison me with your predictable tactics and half-assed schemes, being the typical, obvious Tiberius Jones who would steal away a title because he has nothing to call his own, that is until you realize that I have dealt with more than enough poison like you to actually be affected and tainted. My Championship reign overtakes yours a million times over, I am the one who made history with that belt and I will continue to do so, while you can keep on existing as another person on the list that didn't do anything remarkable in his time as Champion. You are a lazy pile of garbage that has reached the end of the road, Tiberius Jones, you may have tried to make yourself half decent while you had something to brag about, but this time, no matter how much you knock on people's doors and irritate them with the things you could bring to the table, suffice to say, no one buys what you're selling anymore. Then again, I don't expect anything different, all the oh-so-great decisions that you have made in the past few months put you to a point of desperation and unworthiness this time and there's no one to blame anymore than that guy that you see in the mirror. The Triumvirate that you so willfully bragged about that would cause the grounds for their domination and strength, two of them are nowhere to be found! I told you they can never compare to Hexa-gun! I told you it was a bad idea to abandon me and Drake, and you didn't fucking listen! But the biggest and most fatal mistake that you have ever made was allow me to ease my way into the main title scene. You should have done a better job convincing me to be comrades again, because that misstep caused the dominoes to fall one by one, causing the inevitable victory of the Heart Break Gal as the EAW Champion. This is happening, Tiberius Jones, and no matter how much you waver and wobble in the downward spiral leading to your demise, I am not letting you drag me down with you. You have tried to kill off my passion and ambitions for so long, but no matter how tough and tedious the journey has been, I always managed to keep them alive. Now off you fucking go to your Triumvirate brothers, and no, I won't fucking miss you.

But hey, you can still be the Leader of Showdown if you want! You can still lead these disgusting bulldogs to the right direction as the leader of their bulldog pack! Do you honestly think I am the slightest interested in becoming some kind of role model to these idiots? Rex McAllister? Theron Nikolas? Ryan Marx? They were the same piece of shits that tried to drag me down in their going-nowhere careers. They were the same names and faces that just pushed my goals to the side because they thought they're clever enough to execute theirs... doing what? Grunting? Snarling? The Heart Break Gal deserves all great things for being the best female athlete of all time, and I was punished for it. I was picked apart and almost left for dead because I wanted to be EAW Champion. So Tiberius Jones, you can show them the way, you can lead a revolution to the Showdown roster to not allow a female World Champion again if it makes you feel better... make a Hexa-gun of your own with the purpose of disbanding Empire as a brand to keep them from aspiring to be me for all I fucking care. Because at this point the only thing I am interested in, the only thing I care about, is prolonging my reign and rising a level higher in my greatness each passing day. 

Especially thanks to you, Tiberius Jones, I have succeeded. 

And thanks to you, I will again.


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hbg
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 2:25 am by hbg
Not enough fire!


Not enough fire! 


Yeah, cause I totally care if there's any fire in you. Just pour gasoline all over your fucking face and light it up if you're looking for fire. You would do the world such a good favor!


(The Heart Break Gal is seen excitedly hopping on an office chair in front of her computer, while Cameron is on the background, eating cereal early in the morning. HBG smiles for her webcam, and Cameron on the background, slightly annoyed but amused at HBG's excitement, continues to enjoy her cereal)


Heart Break Gal: IS THIS BETTER HIGH ROLLERZ!?!?!?


Cameron Ella Ava: I don't think this is what they meant by....


Heart Break Gal: Oh, Cameron, I aim to please! If they don't want a fancy setting, then we're going to tone it down! We have to prove that we can level with the peasants! You know how much I like to prove myself to people! I CARE ABOUT WHAT THEY WANT!


Cameron Ella Ava: That's, like, the opposite of what you do. 


Heart Break Gal: Its ALL I know to do!


(HBG rolls her office chair towards the computer, she tilts her head to the side watching The High Rollerz side by side, wondering what the difference is between the two skinny dudes)


Cameron Ella Ava: Yeah, I know, HBG, nothing about it makes sense. They call themselves Champions, but still takes offense in our line of questioning. We're supposed to put double the work this weekend, and these people just insist on...


Heart Break Gal: Wasting our time with their bullshit?


Cameron Ella Ava: ... I was going to say they're dragging things on, but that's a good way to put it too.


(The Heart Break Gal immediately faces the webcam)


Heart Break Gal: Did you just want us to stay silent while you continue to spiral and ramble, hoping to say something so terrible that it would hit a nerve?Let me make something perfectly clear, Di Consentes have faced half dozen versions of you and we will never be sick of putting you in your place. It's the same sad tale, really, and it truly is a shame that there is nothing better to do than to have one more "We are the Bullocks" on the way to the finish line, it's almost surreal! At least we would be facing former World Champions and main eventers if The Triumvirate are the ones we're standing across in the ring, but alas, it was not meant to be! Lannister decided to get Athena pregnant before they were married because he hates bastards so much that he decides to make one, and Ares decides to change his career and become an abortionist! 


Cameron Ella Ava: Didn't Ares and Athena become your step children recently?


Heart Break Gal: Cam, don't speak such evil! THE POINT IS, instead, we have to sit through these pointless ramblings of a couple of pungent donkeys in their miserable existence... They are the High Rollerz known as the Unified Tag Team Champions, and yet they have done nothing to highlight the tag team division. The crowd sees nothing special about them. The world only sees them down there at the bottom of the foodchain, digging for scraps and hopping from one place to another hoping for a better spot to fill their empty stomachs, it's a sickening sight, while Di Consentes, who collectively and individually are at the top of the pyramid, don't even see them. You know, High Rollerz, maybe the reason why those you faced have brought up the same topics is because they see the same things -- they see the fact that you couldn't keep your titles in hand if your lives depended on it. You couldn't get yourselves to win when the legends are the once you're dancing with in the ring! Don't you ever fucking lie to my face and say that you won the Unified Tag Team Championships a month after joining, because if I recall correctly, didn't you fall to the Mercenaries a year prior to that? Didn't I pin one of you to retain the gold? Didn't you join the FIRST EVER Grand Prix tournament and FAILED to win against a drunk irish and a samurai from mexico, or are we scratching that from the history of fortunate events now for the fact that it's an inconvenient truth that you thought all have forgotten? You've had to fail your defenses when they actually needed to be defended, and the only ones you retained the title with are the teams that don't fucking matter. Stuffed Crust, really? You're fucking bragging about that to ME? I held the Unified Tag Team Championships with pride, and I was half of the longest reigning Unified Tag Team Champions in history, I'm sorry that you've had to face bumbling idiots and incompetent rookies who think they're good enough to be legends when they're only as good as the next sign-up, because when I was holding that title, I didn't have to worry about every little team that tried to take my belt because I knew I'd defeat them if they tried. I led a group of soldiers and took over brands, it took a massive power tripping to stop that. And yes, I held the titles for 7 months too, except I didn't make a bunch of excuses and say "ohhh I lost it for a few days for this reason", I fought for it like it was my lifeline. Who says I won't try to overtake my own reign? Cameron and I intend on taking the belts, make history as the first all-female team, and make history AGAIN as the longest reigning champions! It's going to happen again, High Rollerz, this is history being made, people tried to stop me from becoming EAW Champion that they had to nearly injure me, but in the end, I stood tall... You're not doing a very good job trying with me right now. 


Cameron Ella Ava: Which one are you addressing?


Heart Break Gal: That one!


Cameron Ella Ava: Which one?


Heart Break Gal: Does it really matter, Cameron!? I told you, they both look the same to me, they can figure out themselves who I'm responding to!


Cameron Ella Ava: You need to start paying attention!


Heart Break Gal: I REFUSE!!! THEY SAY ITS THEIR ROOKIE YEAR, BUT THEY HAVE BEEN ROOKIES FOR ALMOST THREE YEARS NOW, CAM! But anyway, I see that one of them despises the Grand Prix tournament. So much that they have conveniently blocked it in their memory that they were part of the first teams that were in it, and I can see why... ITS BECAUSE THEY FUCKING LOST THE FIRST ROUND! DOES ONLY ONE OF THEM REMEMBER THAT AND THE OTHER ONE GOT HIT WITH THE MEN IN BLACK DEVICE? WHY THE INCONSISTENCY? I NEED ANSWERS! 


(HBG giggles by herself, Cameron is still in the background not paying any mind to what's happening or if she's being filmed)


Heart Break Gal: They are so incompetent, so mediocre and they try to hide it behind the thought that they "only lost twice as a team" like nobody fucking remembers their failures and their ragequit after their first run, but the fact is that when rats are faced with lions, there is nothing left to do but wait for inevitable death. And if you want to call me a moron, and call yourself smart by bringing up ALLLL of these accomplishments that you are so proud of that I have already won before and still wonder why I'm not that impressed, then that just makes you an ignorant piece of shit! My claim to fame is not the Womens Division, its not Showdown, and it most certainly isn't my Hall of Fame status, it's just me. By simply existing and being part of grand matches already graces this world of the greatness that even it doesn't deserve. I never said that Women's wrestling is lower quality athletics, I say anyone who isn't Di Consentes is low quality, especially the women of Empire! Is it my fault that I am better than them? Is it my fault to yearn for better competition? Is it my fault to want TWO Championships to keep? You have no ambitions outside of the Unified Tag Team Championships, no dream of becoming a main eventer or an EAW Champion not because you choose to stay in the same area in your comfort zone, but because you know you can't even if you tried. You're too weak, and you have spent so much time of your career being carried by your partner that its impossible to function by yourself, one thing that you have accused me of without taking into consideration that I have stood tall on my own leading to the world title! And honestly, if I have to re-trace my steps, do anything different, or take lesser hit, I would undoubtedly not only make the same decisions that I did, but also take the same steps if it meant it would lead to this moment. And at King of Elite, I am going to take things further and walk out carrying two belts. And at that point, none of your long, incoherent babbling would matter. This tag team division doesn't matter. Only gold matters. Accomplishments matter. Di Consentes matters. And all that will come to place at King of Elite.


(The Heart Break Gal pops a small pack of confetti, and each thin piece of paper falls on her hair, HBG remains at an excited expression while Cameron looks on seemingly disappointed at the small strands of confetti falling on the floor)


Cameron Ella Ava: Well, that was anti-climactic. 


Heart Break Gal: It's just fitting, honestly. You expect something better, and you just get a bag of air and a small pop. We should be used to dealing with this by now. But don't worry, we just have to endure it for a few more, because in a matter of days, we only have to be concerned about what fancy bar we're going to to celebrate! 


( The Heart Break Gal chuckles as she turns off the camera, end of scene!)
Moongoose McQueen
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 1:50 am by Moongoose McQueen
December 25, 2017 - A Christmas Letter
 
To whom it may concern, here is a letter to wish you all a wonderful holiday and a happy new years as well as providing an update and status of the McQueens in 2017.
 
Shimmer, aka Dusty McQueen, the elder brother has given up on his goal of wrestling full time for EAW, for now, that is. He has, however made a pursuit to try for an acting career in Hollywood, and to be honest, he’s a regular old Gary Oldman. I mean, if Cody Marshall can do it, why not him? He recently went to audition for a role and would had gotten the part but he had to turn the offer down for “creative difference.” The movie was “Slim Shady: An Eminem Biopic” all in which Shimmer was able to have the look, the rhythm, and even the stare on point, in which multiple call backs were made, but unfortunately, when offered the lead role, they requested he did it without the black and gold face paint, which he decline. Sadly, the role might go to someone else not as qualified or talented like DEDEDE, but if he does get the role, he should know that he wasn’t the first choice. Regardless, Shimmer is on his way to becoming an actor and I’m sure he’ll do great.
 
Now one thing I didn’t expect to see this year was Rebecca Lee. “Revy” as she wants to be called. After all, it had been 10 years since I last saw her before she ran off to join the Army. Despite all the crap that comes out of her mouth, I am very proud of her. While she could had joined us when we all started in the business together, she went on to do some incredible things, and while there are still some things that can be improved, like her in-ring skill….. behavior…. Drinking problem….. ok, a lot of things. But I guess it’s just in the family blood and she couldn’t stay away for long.  But she made a new friend. And I don’t have to pay them to put up with her. That’s something? Right? I mean, I always knew that Savannah girl was weird and not to be trusted, but I won’t complain if she is will to put up with that nutcase. But none the less, she is making strides on Empire and making a name for herself, I’m happy that atleast one McQueen has been finding success.
 
As for me, what can I say. 2017 hasn’t been a great year for me. Sure, people will tell me that you won at PFP X and were the New Breed Champion, but that does not change the fact that 9/10 times were all failures. I didn’t meet expectations with the Grand Rampage, I didn’t go far with the Grand Prix tournament, I’ve lost all my shots for the Interwire Championship, the new breed reign was nothing spectacular, I didn’t go far in the King of Elite tournament, and to make matters worse, I’ve failed to legitimize NEO as it will be closing its doors soon. This year has been rough. It has sent me down a spiral of self-reflection and doubt. It is almost as if I’ve made no progress in 2017. The only name I’ve made for myself is legitimizing myself as the stepping stone for EAW as every person that has beaten me has found my success than me, as I continue to be further left behind. I have come to terms that I am weak, unqualified, and no longer relevant. The thoughts of hanging up the boots have come to mind multiple times this past year as it becomes harder to push the proverbial boulder up the hill. It doesn’t help that as each day past, the boulder feels heavier and the gap between the top and I gets wider. At some point, you can’t even see the top anymore. Perhaps this is the end. Perhaps I should just let go and let that stone roll and crush my ambitions and my dreams.
 
But alas, I didn’t not necessarily end my 2017 on a sour note. I went ahead and did what I’ve haven’t done in a long time, and took matters into my own hands. Instead of sitting idly by, drowning in my sorrows, I went out there and put myself in King of Elite. I went out there and showed Carlos the ghost of his past, that he did not deserve to forget about me. I was never going to eventually let it go. Despite all my failures, I was driven by one thing. Not revenge. Not the Interwire Title. But Justice. Sure, Justice can be interpreted in multiple ways, like as in Carlos will say he deserved it. But for me, he has to earn it and all he has done is beaten lesser men and cheated to win that title to begin with. At this point, he must pay for his crimes, but alas, on Voltage, when I had the Interwire title in hand, and I saw my reflection upon. I knew already, that I was not strong enough yet. The conviction was there, but was the man that has failed in 2017 be the man that can get the job done? No. I can’t afford to fail again. I have to become stronger, so with that, I will take my leave. And I will come back with new raw power…. In 2018.
 
Moongoose McQueen will be back!
 
Sincerely,
 
Moongoose McQueen
 
 
 
1/1/2018 - Romance Dawn
 
Narrator: The land of the elite, there was a time, long ago, when EAW was called by the name. Now, the world has entered a Great Pirate Era! By a twist of fate, our hero, Moongoose McQueen has eaten the White Priviledge-Priviledge Fruit, become white and more charismatic than ever, and set out to find treasure, and left on a journey to become the one.
 
Moongoose: I’m going to be the King of Elite!
 
Narrator: On his travels, he met a girl looking for seven balls that can summon a shining Dragon: The Brilliant Brawler, Revy.
 
Revy: I’ll make you all feel lit!
 
Narrator: On the way, they also picked up a monster to travel with them.
 
Shimmer: Shimmachu!!
 
Narrator: They all worked together, defeated the terrifying  evil overlord, and one week later, the three of them reunited at the Jabroni Archipelago and were about to take the World Chunin Hunter Hero Exam …..
 
(Camera shows Shimmer reading from a script. Shimmer rips it apart.)
 
Shimmer: What the hell is this crap?! Are you kidding me? Do you realize how many copyright infringement we just broke there?
 
(Camera shows Moongoose McQueen, Revy, and Shimmer on a yacht in the middle of the sea where Moongoose is in a fancy sailor captain suit and Revy is just wearing what she always wear with a bottle of henny in her hand.)
 
Revy:  Hey, numb-nuts, we’re in international waters, so those copyright laws don’t apply to us.
 
Shimmer: That’s not how that works.
 
Moongoose: Besides, we’re pretty much advertising their stuff so we are helping them.
 
Shimmer: You are both clearly stealing from them for your own gain though. And why the hell are we out at sea. It’s freezing out here, my nuts literally are numb!
 
Revy: A few shots of these will warm you right up. Ugh, you might need to take some away from me. I swear to god Moongoose is starting to look different. Hell, when I look in the mirror too.
 
Shimmer: I don’t think we are suppose to be acknowledging that. But where the heck are we going?
 
Moongoose: To France. Where King of Elite will take place.
 
Shimmer: Why not just fly there on a plane like a normal person?
 
Moongoose: And miss out on going out to sea and growing this beard in less than a week? Facial hair doesn’t grow as fast as when you are doing a manly activity.
 
Revy: Ok, Sailor Moon-goose.  Talking like a man in his little sailor outfit.
 
Shimmer: Stop namedropping animes!
 
Moongoose: I make this look good. Besides, this is nice. All three of us hanging out on a boat. I’m surprised she hasn’t pulled a gun out on all of us and killed us yet.
 
Revy: It’s my boat, so you know I’m stocking it up with ton of booze. But as soon as I run out, you’re all getting in the sea.
 
Shimmer: Crap, we don’t have much time.
 
Moongoose: She’s joking.
 
Revy: Sure, I’m joking. Here is another one. They can’t convict me of murder in the US if I do it pass international waters.
 
Shimmer: That also isn’t how it works. That’s just what they say in the movies.
 
Revy: Haven’t gotten caught yet.
 
Moongoose: Seriously though, I can’t thank you both enough to accompanying me to King of Elite. This year has been pretty rough and I really need all the support I can get going into this match.
 
Shimmer: Of course, we’re family.
 
Revy: I’m just here to make sure you don’t off yourself and leave trails that can leave me convicted because this is my boat.
 
Moongoose: Anyway, I do feel great being out here. I feel free, almost as a bird released from it’s cage, spreading it’s wings and ready to take flight.
 
Revy: Gay.
 
Moongoose: Why yes, I am happy. But Carlos Rosso. Surprised we haven’t heard much from him, considering how much he was running his mouth on the show and the past few weeks. I mean, I barely just kicked him in the face and nothing.
 
Revy: Maybe the repeal of Net Neutrality got him.
 
Shimmer: Rev, that’s not how that works. He still has internet.
 
Moongoose: So what you are telling me is his silence if voluntary? Should I be happy about this or further disgusted with how that man perceives me? After all, the constant disrespect to both me and our name has gone on too long. That man has not only beaten me once, but on two occasions, he has suckered punch me. But the difference is, Carlos is that I don’t know how to stay down. Whether it’s his Southern lariat or being pummeled by his electric gloves, you just can’t put the beast down! In some sick twisted way, he and I are similar in that we both have seen our fair shares of failures, yet something in us just allows us to get back to our feet and hold our heads up high. It truly is a damn shame though that instead of improving himself, he goes out of his way to make a deal with the devils and relies on divine intervention to lead to his own success.
 
Whether it’s working with the higher power, or joining any group or company that will accept him, he has strayed off the righteous path. The one in which seperates the leaders from the followers. Carlos Rosso is no leader. I said this before at Territorial Invasion, and my stance still does not change. It must be sad to not be able to say that you won something through your own merits and skills. To lie to yourself and have others lie to you so you can justify your strength. And despite all your damn advantages. You have yet to do one thing, and that is put Moongoose McQueen down.
 
Not going to lie, Carlos. You were close. You were so close. After all, I even admitted that I’ve been frustrated, on the verge of quitting and moving on. I couldn’t focus on the task at hand. And while you will say it’s obsession with you that almost drove me to that breaking point, but don’t flatter yourself. It’s not you, It’s what your victory represents. The injustice, the constant burying of the truth, that anyone can win that championship as long as they know the right people. But guess what? I’ve won championships before, and I didn’t need anyone to pull any damn strings for me, and here you are, having Mao and Kenny Drake in cahoots to make sure you constant get what you want. Whether it’s revenge on Keelan, a shot at the world title, or just throwing yourself into the Interwire Championship match at Shock Value, I honestly can’t think of a better time to attack than now. After all, it was “divine intervention” that saw to it that Amadeus went after our, no, you so-called “General Manager” and gosh, he might not even make it to King of Elite this year. Boo-hoo-hoooooo.
 
 It’s almost as if the stars are aligning. I get my revenge match. Kenny Drake is out, and the only thing left to worry about is whether or not Mao can keep her nose out of this, but truth be told. I wouldn’t mind if she came out for some fun. After all, Carlos, you and I, King of Elite. It’s not just about the Interwire Championship. I mean, I do want it, because it looks good on me. But it’s about taking so much more from you. And all for the sake of what? Karma. Balance. Justice, because when you won the title, it was an upset in the cosmic universe where life is just unfair and the rich get richer and the poor continue to struggle. But I don’t believe in that. Call me a nut case, but it’s funny how these things just work out, and that’s my secret. The secret to why you can’t stop me, no matter how hard to punch or how often you beat me. I will come back, and I will continue to target you non-stop. No, It’s not because things will magically get better. No, no, no. Never have I been the type of guy that just hopes for the best. No. No. I won’t stay down because there needs to be a guy that brings balance to the force. Did I say Force, YOU’RE GOD DAMN RIGHT I SAID “THE FORCE!”
 
After all, life is all about balances. Ying and Yang. Black and White. Good and Evil, and time is running out for you, and all you can do is just keep counting your blessing that you’ve made it this far without any problems. After all, Finnegan Wakefield beat me, and you don’t see me coming after him. So what makes you so special? Well, something about Finnegan winning that belt felt right. But you winning the Interwire Championship the way you did, makes me want to throw up and walk away, but that would be very VERY irresponsible of me, now wouldn’t it? After all, by allowing you to pin me at Shock Value, I’ve created a monster. Maybe it’s Kenny and Mao’s fault or maybe it’s my fault for falling for it. I don’t know. But one thing is certain, you were not the reason why you’re champ now, but you will be the reason why you lose it at King of Elite. This is the end for you Carlos Rosso. It’s time to put up or shut up.
 
Bring it. Bring in all your past accomplishments. Bring in all your Crazy. Bring in Mao. Bring Kenny Drake out here on the hospital stretcher. Bring every single thing you have, because I can tell you right now. It’s not going to be enough. It will never be enough. As long as that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach exists, seeing you carry that belt so proudly, that pain will only make me stronger, more compelled to take you down. Thank you, Carlos Rosso. THANK YOU! For reminding me exactly what I need to feel, what I need to do, what I need to be. Irony. How someone has horrible a leader as you has inspired me, and not only that, inspired me to make your life a living hell. And I promise, it won’t be quick, after all, do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment? I’m going to savior this, Carlos.
 
(Moongoose licks his lips and smacks it)
 
They say Revenge is a dish best served cold. But I disagree, so I’ll be bringing the fire, and I just hope you can take it. Or not. Doesn’t matter. It’s going to hurt either way. New Year! New Man! New EAW! NEW…. MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN!!
 

(Moongoose McQueen poses with his arm stretched out as he stands in the starboard screaming off the top of his lungs. Revy is passed out drunk on the side while Shimmer is trying to read a map to make sure they are going the right way. Will they make it to King of Elite in time, or are the McQueens trapped at sea? Stay tune to find out)
Megan Raine
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 3rd 2018, 12:53 am by Megan Raine
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God damn it you do not need to tell me every time you are being sarcastic, Consuela. Jesus, I get it. You’re hilarious! HAHAHAHA!!

Fuck you.

Why do you speak about what some fucking low life prick at TMZ is writing about me? You think the negativity gets into my head? It doesn’t. I’ve told you time and time again that it just doesn’t. It used to and that was evident in my first run here in EAW, but ever since I took time off and came back, I came back with a whole new attitude. I don’t care about what some pussy ass bitch who makes $500 a week that probably wants to fuck me too thinks of me. He’s paid to exaggerate stories. That’s what journalism is all about. That’s what media attention is all about. Your sister is caught in it as much as I am and I PROMISE you it’s worse for her. But you’re right, none of this has anything to do with my wrestling skills but yet you were the first one to bring it up anyway so that is why I had the need to respond to it. I’m not going to just let you sit there and trash my reputation. YOU ARE LITERALLY A FUCKING AVA. SHUT THE FUCK UP WHY DOES YOUR REALITY STAR OPINION MATTER TO ME?! Again, you continue to misconstrue my words, Consuela! You can’t get anything I’m trying to say through your thick head because you just won’t allow yourself to accept that I am right. You won’t allow yourself to face the fact that I am so clearly showing you in broad daylight. My motives to get to the top? God, you really are a fucking moron aren’t you.

I mean how can you be so fucking stupid? Does Empire just allow women with mental retardation to hold championships here? Consuela, please clean out the Lemon Pledge from inside your ears and listen to me just for once. I trained my ass off in Australia to get signed to EAW. This place didn’t sign me because of my looks although I’m sure it was taken into consideration just like all the women here. I had one tryout here and I outshined the rest of the pack of women that were there too. Again, look me up. Research me before you make blatant assumptions that are just plain wrong. It makes you look even more like an idiot. I didn’t wake up one day and decided that I wanted to be a wrestler. How fucking dare you. Your accusations really piss me off to no end. This was all I ever wanted to do as a little girl and now I am doing it and living the one dream I wanted my whole life. You are one of the biggest parts of Empire’s problem because you’re just like the rest of these stuck up cunts in this damn division. You’re bitchy, you’re conceited, and most of all you’re pathetic. It’s easy to throw judgement at somebody when you’ve never even bothered to take the time out to learn their story. Perhaps it’s not something you want to do, but in this case, you probably should have done read up on me huh? You know you throw shade at me for bringing in all this personal shit even though it was you that brought it up originally, and yet you continue to do it. Who the fuck cares about all these relationships in the end? I promise you anybody that matters just doesn’t bother about it. Dense, brainless individuals like yourself might. True Avas, anybody?!?!?!? Yeah, no, you can’t be the one to speak ill of what I do outside of this company when you literally live the lifestyle of a reality television actress. Fuck you, Consuela. Fuck you so hard. I’m not in a relationship with the Chairman, I am just on his dick. I don’t want him to change. I don’t even want him to settle for me. I just want to have some fun. Is that such a problem for you? Ohhhh, does casual sex make you angry, Consuela? Are you upset that you’re facing a woman who isn’t sleeping with a man after they are married? Ohhh, noooo, we’re not in a relationship we shouldn’t be allowed to do what we’re doing WAAAH WAAAH WAAAH. God, I’m sorry no man ever wanted to stick their dick inside of you because they were afraid of smelling like laundry detergent the next morning. I’m sorry that you’re so envious of your sister that - even though she is with a man - she still gets more attention from the male gender than you ever do. That must be why you’ve surrounded yourself with an all-female cleaning crew, right? It must be why you didn’t follow in your sister’s footsteps to an all-male brand, right? You must be a feminist, and if you are, then my god it will motivate me to end you even more. Oh, we’re getting personal now, Consuela! Throw shade at me all you want for it but you brought this on yourself, you fucking bellend. Fuck you.

I am surprised you haven’t brought up the fact that you lost this past Empire to Astraea Jordan and I. Despite me not being in the final moments, I still put on a pretty dominating display. If I still don’t have your attention then allow me to give you even more of a beating at King of Elite. Tag team action doesn’t mean too much when a singles championship match dawns on the horizon. Yes, I do think Empire is going to value me over you. I have the millions upon millions of followers and supporters on social media; a fanbase behind me who are wanting me to put an end to your reign more than anything. If you had any fans that also weren’t fans of your sister, you would understand this. I have support, you have a cleaning crew. You’ll go the way of April Song soon, I can guarantee you that. You could leave Empire tomorrow and everything would be fine too. Hell, you could leave EAW tomorrow and everything would be still in tact. You aren’t as special as you think you are. The better Ava would still be around if the shitty one decided to pack her bags. The better Ava is who everybody prefers anyway. You may think you’re valuable but upon defeating you I will prove otherwise. So even though you said that you are such a real person despite saying that it’s your maid persona that’s kept that championship around your shoulder, I will make it my duty to hand you this fucking loss so you can be exposed to the scary world of obscurity. Back to where you belong. Back to where you need to go. Because without your sister and without that championship, you’re just as irrelevant as Camille Ava and the rest of your stupid family.

The storm is coming…

The storm is coming…

THE STORM IS FUCKING COMING.  
Jack Ripley
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 11:56 pm by Jack Ripley
(Jack and his wife can be seen standing in front of the Eiffel tower, holding hands, and gazing at each other lovingly)

Jack: This is amazing babe, truly amazing. Here I am in one of the most romantic places in the world, with the love of my life. What could be better.

Wife: With your wife, and the EAW Tag Team Championships, and your Tag Team of the Year award, AND easy opponents at King of Elite.

Jack: You know you're right, I'm one lucky fellow. I've got a lot of things going for me.

Wife: What is with these girls? Why do they act like they're in high school? How did they never grow up? Aren't they like 40 by now?

Jack: I don't know to be honest. They sure have a high opinion of themselves. All the while try to diminish anything that we have done. You're right it is quite childish, and two can play at that game. Honestly it's quite easy. While David gives them credit for what they've done.. I'm going to take the low road, and tell them why each and everything that they've done is hypocritical, and or, doesn't matter. 

Wife: Oh I love when you get all fiery, and passionate.

Jack: You know how it is, arguing with people on the low end of the spectrum can get a little frustrating for the Rip Daddy.

Wife: I know, I get it. It's not like they listened to anything you guys said in the first place. You honestly laid out exactly what they were going to say, and they said it. 

Jack: Right? It's like I wrote out what they were going to say, and they just read off the script I gave them. The thing is though, I've already explained everything.

Wife: Well, I guess you're going to have to do it again. They are much like high school girls, arrogant, stupid, and unwilling to get out of the bubble.

Jack: I do apologize my lovely wife, but I think it's time that I rip into them.

Wife: By all means.

(Jack kisses his wife.  She sits down on a park bench next to them. He turns to the camera and takes a big breath before letting out his barrage of words)


Oh stupidity, it's like a disease around here. Every single person that we've ever faced off against seems to have it encompassing there very being, crippling them to very meager, safe thoughts. I came out here yesterday and I named every single flaw that has been brought forward against us. Challenging the challengers to come up with something different, but could they? No, of course not, the most basic thoughts that could possibly be brought forward, brought to the table yet again. I'm craving something more, I don't want these leftovers. Imagine dinner as a kid, and your father.. Or mother, just keeps making your least favorite meal night, after night. It's bland, its not interesting, you want steak and potato's, but yet again you get to the dinner table and there it is, another heaping pile of haggis... My mom is Scottish don't judge. 

So yet again, with no substance, no originality, I face the same exact judgements yet again. Yet here I am still one half of the Tag Team Champions. Don't get me wrong I didn't really expect anything different, a year of dominating a division you get used to the same old same old. Didn't matter if they were in the Hall of Fame or just some random team thrown together, they all said the same old things. So even when facing off against two Hall of Famers, one of which being the World Champion you would think that I would expect something different right? Well, no. I know better by now, I know the routine. They drone on and on about something they think is new and innovative; a new argument that would knock us back on our toes.. But it's not, nor is it ever. Such is the case of HBG and Cam, talking forever without an original thought to be had. 

HBG over the course of a year we have had 3 Tag Team Title reigns, which yes means we have lost it twice. Although we've already explained this numerous fucking times you old bitch, I'll fucking go through it again. I know I'll have to do it again and again because clearly retaining information isn't a part of your repertoire. We won our first title within a month of joining this company against Matt Squared, last years Tag Team Grand Prix tournament winners. The team that you yourself failed to beat. A team that did the same exact thing that you did, going up against random teams that have never been together before, and never will again. After a month of having those titles they gained, they relinquished them to us. Why? Well it's simple, like my partner told you, we beat them. 1, 2, 3, and that was the end of Matt Squared, we rid them of this entire company. We went on to defend against Kelly Hackenshit, and Finnegan Wakefield, and beat them. We went on to defend our title against Stuffed Crust, twice... And beat them both times. We faced off against Robbie V and Brian Daniels, RoViper, and yes this is when we lost them for the first time. Made one mistake, that's all it takes to lose everything that you trained, and fought so hard for. But you know what really makes a champion? It's not winning the title, it's what you do to respond to the failures. You know what we did? The very next Showdown that we had, we challenged them for the titles, and we won them right back. 5 days taken out from our title reign, is that really that big of a deal? We knew exactly what we needed to do to fix the problem and we did just that. Then we continue on, we beat Haruna and Azumi, we go on all the way to Territorial Invasion. Cam remembers Territorial Invasion! That was the night he fought her husband for the World Championship.. Which isn't weird or anything. People fight there spouses all the time, of course they normally wind up in jail, but whatever. Keep in mind that Territorial Invasion is in late August, we won those titles in January, you want to add up all those days? That's a lot of fucking days. That's quite the lengthy reign now isn't it ladies? Tell me HBG, how long is the average title reign in EAW? 3? 4? 5 months?  We essentially held these titles for 7 months straight, 7. Then we're put into an unfair situation when we were forced to team with a guy that we really didn't know, against a team that was very much on the same page. That of course is The Triumvirate. A very unconventional match to say the least where we had to put our Tag Team Titles on the line, in a No Way Out match, while Tiberius put up his World Title. Seems to me by the facts, we were always at a disadvantage. We were never in for a fair fight, we didn't even need be pinned, or submit to lose our titles. But yes, I'll own up to it, we did lose that match. But after a month of not having the titles, what happened? We recalibrated, got a TRADITIONAL tag team match, 2 vs. 2, and we won. Now doesn't that say something? What is it, 2 or 3 months later here we are still the Tag Team Champions. Without a single challenger in sight, they make up this Grand Prix Tournament to get people excited about tag team wrestling again. 

Do you know why they have to make tournaments like that? It's because no one wants to go up against the best. Everyone knows that if you go up against The High Rollerz, 2 vs. 2 then they will get burned. Fun fact, we've only lost one 2 vs. 2 match in our entire fucking careers. What is a 2 vs. 2 match HBG? Do you know? Well thats what we call a tag team match! And do you know what we hold HBG? The Tag Team Championships. The High Rollerz don't play any bullshit, we go out to that ring, we dominate, we leave. If you want to go and try to neglect everything that we've done, and say that it wasn't impressive, go right ahead. You'd think someone that's been in the game for 10 years would know how utterly fucking stupid that is. Then again, HBG, much like her comprehension skills, isn't well known for her smarts either. You're a moron, pure simple, a moron. Neglect the fact that we've held these titles for almost 300 fucking days, that doesn't matter. It's the two loses that happened that defines the High Rollerz, right HBG? Just shelves for someone who's more important. Well fact of the matter is for almost 300 days nobody has been more important than the High Rollerz. Tag Team of the year, the team that single handedly kept the tag team division afloat. We are the epicenter of an entire division, and have been for quite some time now. Holy shit HBG might be the most moronic human I've ever had the displeasure of hearing speak. You want to talk about being pathetic? How long have you been here, and you're just getting your first world title now? And Cam still, doesn't have a male title to her name, now does she? We aren't scared to face legends, we've done it before. We've faced legends that are at a much higher level than the likes of you. HBG, you dominated the Woman's division, is that your claim to fame? Are any of those women considered anything of importance now in the annals of EAW? How many of them have been considered Hall of Famers, is it just the one you stand beside now? Let me get this right though, You're going to tell me that you never wanted to move out of the division because it wasn't lower tier wrestling, and you were getting the most competitive matches that you could. Women's wrestling isn't a lower quality of wrestling, and that it was hard work to carry that division. Right? But if that's the case, why is it that you finally did move out of that division? Why now? When the division is actually filled with talent do you decide to leave it, and consider the EAW World Title to be the crown prize of this industry? You want to claim this legendary status, and by happenstance you get it. But let's not get it twisted if you were facing off against real talent all along, you wouldn't have made it to where you are today. I mean your team with Impact? He carried you. Your team is Lannister? Not even he, could carry you. You two lost to fucking Matt Squared, a team that we dismantled mentally, and physically, and embarrassed out of this company within the first month of us being here. You want to discredit what we've done, well I'm going to discredit what you have done. 

Ryan Marx had a guaranteed title match after winning the Openweight Championship at Pain For Pride. I don't remember how you weaseled your way into that match but you did. And after getting your ass kick the entire match, you finally got the help you needed when CM Banks came down and handed you the fucking victory. Women empowerment indeed, holy shit, you needed a mans help to win you that title. I'm not saying men are superior to women, I'm saying you're not the women to prove that, because you didn't. You didn't even win the title on a FPV that actually fucking matters.. Kingsroad? Really? Your crowning achievement was on a FPV that won't even exist next year? For all the things that you've done, how much of it is tainted? It may be all of it, because holy shit, I haven't known you for that long, and you've never been able to accomplish anything by yourself. I mean you can't even tell two people that look absolutely nothing alike a part? Let me help you out you bumbling dumbass. David Davidson is the blonde guy that holds his title between his teeth. The guy wearing a singlet. The guy that has tattoos on his kneecaps. Clean shaven, shaved sides and a long mop top. I'm the guy with dark hair, with a beard, that wears traditional trunks with may name on them... You're going senile in your old age, it's actually quite embarrassing. 

Then we have... And I know this is hard to believe after that train wreck that HBG put out, but someone worse than her. Cam, wow... You're garbage, I mean truly awful. You do understand that you go coming after the High Rollerz time and time again just makes you look pathetic? You know you don't actually stand a chance against us so you have to resort to underhanded tactics? I mean honestly, did you think you were actually proving a point? What was the point of that at all? All it showed was you don't know how to handle your emotions, and you are in no way shape or form worthy of holding any title within this company. You couldn't handle seeing one of the High Rollerz in the finals of King of Elite, why? I don't know, why don't you explain it to us. We left you alone, we let you have your matches, simply because we don't care about you. We don't need to play mind games because quite frankly you're not smart enough to understand them. You're already confused about how elevators work. Cam is someone that, if an escalator stopped working while she was on it, would stay on the escalator because she wouldn't think to just walk up the stairs. That's all they are Cam, moving stairs. I highly doubt it would be that difficult to pull one over on Cam, but yeah we don't need to resort to that at all. We can just sit back and watch as Cam fucks it up herself, just like she has her entire career. It's cute that you're trying to follow the footsteps of your husband, and your best friend, and actually win a title worth having. The only problem with that is winning a title isn't something you can do on a whim, and I feel like that's what your entire career has been, a whim. I mean you would bet that you'd be a better champion than David Davidson and Jack Ripley? You got 300 days in you? I don't think so. But hey, you can keep thinking that you'd be better, while we can know for a fact that we are. Please tell me Cam, how am I wrong that you specifically aren't taking this match seriously? I've watched your videos, what are you up to 6 on Sheridan and Stark? This is the first time you've mentioned us, and it was at a rather mundane setting. A casual talk with your bff, in a break between gossiping about who's sucking who's dick backstage, spoiler alert its you. And obviously it's all the right ones, because here you stand with two chances at championships. Oh I get it, you earned these title opportunities by beating the likes of... Who? I mean I get the tag team thing you beat We Are The Bullocks.. Which was a super serious team with an amplitude of talent... Sarcasm, there name was We Are The Bullocks, because they.. are.. bullocks.. Get it? I know very hard concept to grab seeing that I used words. You and HBG don't understand words, and honestly I don't know how to simplify it any better. Seeing that I have to repeat myself over and over with you two, it's a daunting task to try and get on your guys level of stupidity. I mean Cam you stumble over your words like you're trying to join two thoughts at once. And as this monstrosity you call a sentence falls our of your mouth we're all left with a feeling of emptiness, because we have no idea what the hell you're even trying to say. 

Cam do you even know HBG history? You're throwing Matt Squared under the bus saying how shit they are, when your partner was the reason they were tag champs to begin with! Holy shit the stupidity doesn't end! Let's pull a part this little conundrum and actually take a peak at what this means. You two aren't Matt Squared, meaning that you're better than them. Yet, one half of the team that is you and HBG lost to Matt Squared in a Tag Team Championship match! Wouldn't that mean that Matt Squared is better than HBG? So yeah, doesn't matter if it's Matt Squared or you two neanderthals, it's going to be an easy night. And please don't come back at me saying that you're better than the partner HBG had in that match, because you're not... You're really not. Lannister is an ex World Champion, he was actually someone in this company. Someone that people thought very highly of, someone that had accomplished meaningful shit here in EAW. You? You're not a former World Champion, you couldn't even beat your husband in the battle of the spouse abuse. How was it getting punched in the face by the person you love most? Because I'm sure he loved being stabbed in the back by you. See that HBG? If she's willing to turn on her husband just for a World Title, what makes you think that she wouldn't turn on you for yours? After something like that I don't think you can trust someone like Cam. Picture this, HBG the World Champion, Cam the Openweight Champion.. haha.. Cam has only one goal in mind, and that wouldn't be for the Tag Team Championships, it would be for HBG's title. I know what you're thinking why would Cam go after the Showdown's World Title when she's on Voltage? Well easy. She would pull some strings, like she did to get the Openweight title match to begin with, and she is going to go after the person she knows most. She'd lose obviously because that's what she's best at, but the trust would be gone completely. That's you Cam, a traitor that no one can trust. How does that feel? I'm sure your husband probably thinks you're out cheating on him like every day now, which I wouldn't be surprised if his inclination would be right. 

Cam do you know what slap in the face is? It's this little bitch that thinks she's important just because she's been in EAW for like a decade. When in actuality she's more like the cockroach of EAW, surviving atomic bombs, always staying around even when no one wants her to. And when everyone is gone, and you're the only one left, that's when you get what you want. Not based on talent, just based on longevity and luck, that's all you are Cam. That's really all you need when you're in this company, some people need it; we didn't, but some do. Clearly you did because you're only hitting your stride as an actual contributor to this company now. But holy shit the stupidity keeps on rolling, and rolling doesn't it Cam? You say that it's our fault that the tag team division isn't booming right now? We kept this division dead... Yeah ok.. If by we kept this division dead you mean we dominated every single team that we could, and everyone was too scared to step up to us.. Then yeah. We can't magically form teams Cam, we can't make people want to be a tag team, it's up to them to decide. But the way we dominate this playing field why the hell would anyone want to go up against us? They know who runs this shit, they know they can't handle what we dish out. I mean you yourself said that you can relate to us, carrying a division. Was it your fault? Yeah, hypocrisy in close together sentences, a Cam special. You see how that makes no sense right? We've defended our titles at pretty much every Showdown FPV since we've had this title; with the exception of Kings Road, because I was kind of busy in the Semi's of the KOE. Yeah, we won't go down that road again though; you know what you did you little scalawag. But where do you see all these flaws with us? I see the flaws in you, they're abundant. 

You two want to talk about how the High Rollerz are up against no competition? Well you're right when it comes to King of Elite, because what I'm looking at? HBG, and Cam? They're worth the shit on my boots. Fucking dumbass Cam then goes onto say, "I still can't believe they're self-promoting in a dead Tag Division, we are better than that". And yet you stupid bitch, you're trying to... Do you not understand what this match is? It's a tag team title match to determine the Tag Team Titles. If you were to win, you inherit this dead division. Look around you Cam, nothing would change. These Tag Teams wouldn't magically appear for you, you can't make people want this. Unless of course they see who the new tag champs are and they say yeah, that's an easy win, let's do it. Which I could actually see, and is that a badge of honor you want to hold proudly? A division leader just like Matt Squared? Just like the Triumvirate? Just like RoViper? That couldn't even hold the titles for more than a month tops? At the very first sign defense they failed. Do you not understand how stupid you are Cam? Does it hurt? The stupidity that is. Well I guess when your'e the stupid, you're too stupid to realize you're that stupid. 

Wait back to stupid HBG being stupid, big shock right. After Cam berated us that we run a dead tag team division, she goes onto say that she's only doing this to gain the gold.. That's it. So HBG you don't even care if the division is dead or not? Maybe you should have a talk with your partner and you can make the argument for us that it doesn't matter, yeah? If you don't care that the Tag Division is dead why does it matter? A new tag team pops up every month anyway, loses to us, and disappears. That's the routine that's been for a year, and it's not going to change because two little girls want to play dress up in the tag division. You ruined most of your argument in one sentence, and you made your partner out to be a hypocrite, way to go. But HBG don't worry, Cam isn't making you look bad, you're both making yourselves look bad. Now if you'll excuse me I have a lovely woman to spend all day with today.

(Jack turns back to his wife, as she stands up to greet him, and grabs her hand. And they walk off to the Eiffel Tower)
Davidson
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 11:28 pm by Davidson
(We start this promo off backstage once again at the Stade Velodrome. And would you look at that, no sign of that annoying interviewer. Perhaps he is actually gone for good. Where did David and Jack ship him off to anyways? Coulda been some random island, or maybe he is in Lithuania, shooting some hoops with LaMelo and LiAngelo. David finds a table and chair near The R.A.D. Betting Agency door and takes a seat. He sets his things down and places his feet up on the table and looks into the camera's soul before speaking.)

David: So it’s going to be one of those weeks, huh? It’s only Tuesday and I can already tell that yes David, it is. A little homage to Lannister right there with the third person reference, RIP, but I digress. Under the current circumstances, I wish I could act flabbergasted by it all or treat this situation as if I was totally caught off guard from the very first spark of this “feud”..if you can classify it as such. Maybe it would help if I put my hands on my face and pull a Kevin McAllister. Ha no, this was all expected from the very beginning. The dust was settled long ago, therefore my eyes are clear as can be. It’s like coach whatshisface would say, “Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose!” Yeah, that bullshit. So I see it ladies and gentlemen! I realize what we’ve gotten ourselves into. And it has nothing to do with the match itself. Nothing has changed since the moment this bout was announced/made official, oh no. We were always set to face off against HBG and Cam. The two legends of this business. Two trendsetters and trailblazers at that. Accolades for days. Blah blah blah. Not here to blow smoke up your ass. Not going to shower you with compliments either. Yesterday was me being nice. Today? Gonna be more blunt and if you don’t like it then touuuuuugh. I’m not here to coddle you or walk on eggshells when it comes to your feelings. Okay? Good, glad we have an understanding. So like I said originally, its going to be one of those weeks. A long and grueling one..and it has nothing to do with what will transpire between those ropes. I’m fully expecting an all out war when it comes to the actual wrestling part. I’m expecting to sustain a few bruises and even for my blood to be drawn. I’m not denying your INDIVIDUAL talent. Still not sold on you two as a unit, however. So that’s what’s expected. But what I didn’t expect was all of the complete and utter hogwash to be spewed from such seasoned veterans. I thought we would share similar verbal exchanges to the likes of RoViper and The Triumvirate, when we went toe-to-toe with them. Where their thoughts and opinions would really make your wheels spin and left us ruminating about it all. But when it comes to Di Contsentes, there is no fire inside me. There is no voice telling me that I have to prove them wrong because if I’m being quite honest, I have nothing to prove to the either of you in the first place. Like I stated yesterday, I know our worth to this company with the utmost confidence. But you can try. You can try with all your might to downplay our impact on this company IN OUR ROOKIE YEAR! Go on and be your normal censorious selves, I say. Cast your aspersions. Drag our names through the mud. Hock a loogie right on our reputation as a duo. Do it with zero hesitation. Go on and do it. Don’t worry about me. I won’t be offended in the slightest because well, let’s just say I never truly valued your opinion in the first place.

(David takes a small break by taking a sip of his coffee. He takes his feet off the table. He scoots his chair closer. Next to him is a black duffel bag. He picks it off the ground and plops it on the glass table. He unzips and reaches into it to get a hold of his Unified Tag Team Championship. He sets the bag back down. The title is now sitting on the table, taunting his opponents. Just daring them to take it from him later this week. David sports a smug grin on his face..a face only a mother could love.)

FPV weeks can be hectic. Countless elitists arguing amongst themselves, thinking they are producing compelling points that will resonate with the audience, in hopes it’ll be enough to garner their support and force them to cheer ‘em on while being in their corner. I’ve quickly learned that it’s quite easy to manipulate the masses. It wasn’t long ago that Jack and I had them all under our thumb, that is until we realized it wasn’t worth it to be individuals we aren’t, but that is neither here nor there. Another reason for the constant babbling for every FPV week is because to some, the more you talk, like just spamming messages for matches such as The Grand Rampage for example, the more dedicated you come across as — to me, that couldn’t be any further from the truth, yet, it has become abundantly clear that one of my opponents for this week shares this belief. I could never do what they do. Talking to the same opponent three or more times a day — I’d lose my sanity because you are just talking in circles. I highly doubt any new points have been made or discussed since the very first time you spoke out. All fluff and no substance. Don’t like that cliché? Fine, lets go with all hat and no cattle instead. But who knows, I could be wrong. Maybe Cam and Sher for example, have an undeniable chemistry between the two while trying to out debate the other. Meaning they can keep digging up those cans of worms and it never gets stale. It only gets more exciting after they exchange verbal blow after verbal blow! Again, I have no clue. Personally, I don’t listen to the chatter that has nothing to do with me. Unless it’s a match that is so intriguing, I must dedicate part of my day to listen to the tidbits of what was said. That rarely happens, though. 

But it’s somewhat funny, at least to me, as to how we talk and talk about our matches until our voices turn hoarse during FPV weeks. Sometimes even forcing it because you are told to promote your match no matter what. And I can understand why that is included in our contracts, I really do — and that’s where I’m at this week. I’m forcing it. The only reason why this match intrigues me is because of the obvious.. our titles are on the line and I’m sure Cam or HBG.. most likely Cameron because she seems to stalk the EAW website until one of her opponents speaks out and then pounces, but I’m sure they’ll respond with a “likewise” as to why they even remotely care about this match and that’s because, you guessed it, the tag titles. I think all four of us can agree that this isn’t a dream match to any of us. It’s just business, at least to me it is. I don’t know about the rest of you. It could very well be personal and hey, that’s fine. Some of us get caught up in our feelings more than others. No big deal. But back to my point on how sometimes, us elitists whether it be male or female, just talk too damn often or too damn long and perhaps I’m guilty of that last one. Once I get going, sometimes it’s hard to stop. And I realize that line could be taken out of context, oh well. The thing is, everything that is said, no matter the week or match they are competing in, it can all be summed up in a few words. “I believe in my talents as a competitor, so therefore I think I’ll win.” That’s it. That’s all it boils down to, but I get there is no fun in that. The fans want more. They want to see more emotion and hostility. People are drawn to drama for a reason. And that’s why I’m sure the fans just ate up that love triangle, or whatever that was, between HBG, Imp, and Lannister a while back. Or Cam and Jamie. Just lovely stuff. You have my vote for prom queen and prom king! 

You should have reached the conclusion by now that no progress will be made this week between our two teams. Yeah, I’ll take No Shit for $500, Alex. Yet I’m sure we’ll still go back and forth by pleading our cases as to why the team we belong to will walk out of King of Elite victorious. And the other team will be like “nuh uh” and then the other team responds with a “yeah huh” and then the other team says “nuh uh” and then the other team stands all tall and proud with their chest puffed out, “yeah huh” and this goes on all week. I CAN’T FUCKIN WAIT! If I wasn’t glued to this chair at the moment, I’d for sure be jumping up and down. But this reminds me, I’ll answer a question that you asked Jack, Cameron..since it’s relevant to the topic and all. It was something along the lines of, “You guys can’t be perfect friends. You’ve had to want to bash David’s skull in at least once, right?” Of course, I’m paraphrasing.  And to answer, I’m sure Jack would say yes. I mean, I currently want to find the hardest surface in this room, whether it be the wall or floor and just bash it over and over again until I can no longer hear your’s or HBG’s voice again. And if that doesn’t work I’ll take the sharpest object in this room, most likely that knife on the other table over there and Van Gogh myself. Paints a pretty picture, no? And what about my voice? My stentorian voice, huh? It’s just music to your ears and totally not nails on a chalkboard, I’m so sure of it! So my gift to you is I’ll keep talking..you’re welcome! But back to the question. Have Jack and I ever fought? Yep. Shocking, I know. Childhood friends have had a disagreement before, stop the presses! But as for the rare moments we came up short in that ring, we never placed blame on the other. We just brush our shoulders off and make sure to not make the same mistake again.  

Hmm let’s stick with Cameron for the time being since she called me out individually. Plus I feel like I have responded to most of HBG’s claims in a general sense, so I’ll allow her to focus on her big world title match! Such a good man I am. Now first of all, I’d like to thank you! Thank you for picking me as your favorite High Roller, it means a lot. This thought alone will help me sleep easier at night. I’d offer a hug as a token of my appreciation, but I’m just too shy at the moment. Look at me blushing. I feel so loved I could sing about it on a mountaintop somewhere or I could squeeze a puppy until it’s eyes pop out of its sockets, due to pure excitement! So again, thaaaaaanks!!!!!!!! Let’s get down to brass tacks, shall we? Consider this a rapid fire round because I’m sick of talking about this match for the day. And away we go! First of all, you’re kinda rude. Swearing at me and shit. Put that sharp tongue of yours away. Bite on it if you have to. Yeah? Good girl. Now I don’t see a reason as to why you are trying to sell yourself short. Making a statement such as its your goal for you and HBG to “become some of the best women wrestlers on the planet.” Not just some of the best overall wrestlers planet, but you want to narrow it down to just your gender? My parents would always tell me to shoot for the stars! Yep, papa Davidson and mama Davidson were always there for their little rascal! But ok, girl power it is then, Cam! I mean, I think you accomplished that goal long ago, but whatever. Again this is rapid fire. Seeing as how much you love to respond to your opponents in quick fashion, I’ll probably expand on some of these topics tomorrow or Thursday. But let’s move on. Yes Cam, I do believe The High Rollerz are the greatest tag team that has ever performed in EAW. But I get why some don’t feel the same way. They hold onto the past because they don’t truly appreciate the greatness that is happening in the now, in front of their very own eyes. There’s a reason why we don’t know what the good ol’ days are until we leave them behind. Meaning we will get our due. People will realize what we’ve done for these titles and why we continue to put our bodies on the line for them. I see no reason to explain it any further because all you see is a dead division..such ignorance. Almost makes you think about the vixen’s division back in the day, no? Didn’t you get sick of the lack of bodies back then? Always facing the same couple of bitches week in and week out? Yet you stayed, Cam. You weren’t going to give up that easily because you had a vision for what it would become one day. Most saw it as a pile of trash, a dump, but you saw a palace and now look at the women’s division today! Just thriving! So you see, Jack and I, we are patient, maybe too patient to a fault, but we know that eventually, there will be a boom in tag team wrestling and when that time comes, we dare any of those sons of bitchhes to take these from us. 

But that’s just talk right? I think your partner mocked our reigns. The number and the length of each one…the latter making no sense. Because all of our reigns have been quite lengthy and this current one will be no different. Yes Cameron, that means The High Rollerz will dominate the tag team scene for at least another year. It’s gonna bore you to tears and that’s fine but you’re gonna have a smile on your face and you’re going to fucking love it because you have no other choice but to. You’ll have your shot to end this, to be given the opportunity to back it all up..yet we know, yes even you deep down, that you’re going to squander this opportunity too and to save face, to help fix the dent in your ego, you’ll act as if it never happened, especially if you win the Openweight Championship…and don’t you worry, I’ll be rooting for you, “buddy”! Just like HBG will most likely sweep it under the rug because she’ll probably beat Tiberius again and act as if our match never happened since it would just be a heavy rainfall on her parade, so she will get that one tool from Men and Black, I have no clue what the proper name is and I’m far too lazy to look it up, but she’ll click it and a flash will go off and it will be erased from her memory, but not her stomach. Oh no, her stomach will still be too full from all the words she’s gonna be eating. Now, this is going to be the last thing I touch on because again, I had no plan to talk this long, but the way I see it, it’s your fault for having so much wrong in your dialogue, that I felt the need to fix it. So you talked about the lack of depth in this division. Faulting us for it in a way? Oops my bad, I forgot we were supposed to go knock on doors and ask for them to form teams, as well as put flyers all over town. “Wanted: Tag Teams!”

Nah, if someone wants these titles, then step forward and we’ll figure out a date to make it happen. Besides, we have never been hard to find in the back and I know, I’m so macho. Such an alpha male like god damn! You want some, come get some. That could be my new catchphrase! I just thought of it now! It’s never been said before. I invented it. Dibs! But on a more serious note, there’s a reason why there is a lack of tag teams. Many reasons, actually. One, most wrestlers will always prefer singles success. In most cases, teams only get formed today because they need these titles to complete the triple crown or grand slam champion criteria. Or because they just want more accolades and stat pad…ring a bell, ladies? Another reason as to why there aren’t many tag teams is because of trust issues. How many teams have turned on each other? Like every one. Hell, in our first “real” tag match we saw the Savage Ryans implode from up close. And just recently we saw Ares take out his frustration on his former partner, Lannister. Moments such as these, no matter how “savage” they are, will only hurt this division in the long run because they know if they ask one of their closest friends in EAW to create a team, it’s ultimately a ticking time bomb. Sure, there will be that typical honeymoon phase, but that soon will wear off once they encounter their first taste of struggle or defeat and when that happens, it turns into a question of who will turn on the other first? Again, not our fault. So for the time being, we’ll just be sitting pretty with these titles draped over our shoulders as we swat away makeshift team after makeshift team. It just so happens that you’re up next. Now, as for a “too long, didn’t read” version: your team is trash and you will fall at our feet come King of Elite. Bars. So the way I see it ladies, you can have your EAW Championship, your possible Openweight Championship and that’s all fine and fucking dandy, but you won’t EVVVERRR…wait, let me put more emphasis on the ever..EVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRRR, lay a finger on The High Rollerz Championships. Yeah that’s right, that’s the official new tag titles name: The High Rollerz Championships. Don’t like it? Fight me. 

(David picks up the title and places it over his shoulder. Again, with a smug look on his face. Camera fades to black.)
Amani
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 10:26 pm by Amani
king of elite one

The time has come, Ms. Jaxon. And I'm not sorry.

Finally, we've made it to the week of our encounter. In fact, it's only a couple more days away. You've been awfully silent for being the face of our division and the so-called Queen. I won't say it's because you're scared, it's probably because you've been so busy partying the New Year away with your family. I won't hold that against you but I hope I'm not misinterpreting this as you not taking me seriously because that would be the main reason for your downfall.  I would barely have to lift a finger to rip that ugly, cheap weave off the rest of your head and it's sad people don't realize that. I've been on social media, I've seen the tweets of people's "predictions". I'm not surprised though. The entire world kisses your ass it seems. Aria can do no wrong! I saw Bloodletter, I was ringside for the absolute best seat in the house. While some idiots saw that as me being scared and not wanting to actually compete, they obviously didn't hear my explanation earlier in the night. Then again, those people are the same ones complaining to management that they've been treated unfairly whenever they take a loss. Anyways, you put up a valiant effort, Aria. At some points, I thought maybe this Hitler regime would be over and Cloud would finally reign as Women's Champion but you always manage to prove me wrong. But in that same moment, when I saw your hand raised in victory and you handed that title one more time, I realized that this was all on me now. I can't expect any other bitch to take out the top dog, I have to do it myself. Azumi hasn't been able to back shit up for ages so I'm not surprised there. She went on another one of her rants about how she's the Ace and her match with me would be the start of something new, a new Azumi, but I beat her quite easily, you could say I got rid of her even easier than you did. Cloud let emotions take over, she let whatever motherly instinct inside of her take advantage of her. I'm sure she'll tell you that when you meet again. It was sad to see. I was one of few cheering for Cloud, although silently, but she disappointed me, as she does virtually everyone who dares to put faith in her. Sis has been jumping around from title to title and always gets close but no cigar. She's not destined for much more than second place, that's apparent. But me? I have no limit. I am destined for greatness and that was solidified as soon as Mr. DEDEDE took me under his wing. Now that doesn't influence my in-ring ability so I sure hope you aren't as stupid as to bring up Gawd Complex like my last few opponents, telling me shit you know absolutely nothing about. I had confidence way before I even heard the name "Ryan Adams", don't get it twisted. That was just a public endorsement. I can't say anything that you haven't already heard in the past, I'll admit that now because I know you're gonna bring it up eventually. I also know you're gonna - once again - run down your list of accomplishments in the relatively short time you've been here but how your failures have molded you into who you are today, remind all of us just how long you've been champion and everything you had to go through to get there, all of your defenses and how no one so far has been able to get the job done. "Cailin couldn't do it, Azumi couldn't do it, Cloud couldn't do it, why would you be able to?", you're gonna ask me. I hear it already. But PSA: Bitch, I'm not Cailin. I'm not Azumi. I'm not Cloud. I'm better. I don't got any wack ass emotional connection to you and I've been able to back up my claims in and out of the ring. No, I'm not just riding on my accomplishments in the NEO Combine nor was I the one who decided I was the new "Empress of Elite. That was MJ and DEDEDE, but nice to know that concussion docked a little bit of your IQ. I'm glad you're aware of those situations though because you'll get to experience all of it first hand. As much as you wanna dispute the fact that my strength and speed and just all around physique won't matter because your ass knows how to run and jump off shit, you're sorely mistaken. Daisy used the same excuse. That I could be as fit as I want but I don't know how to fight, I didn't have spirit, any other white bitch basic bullshit she pulled out of her ass. Then I laid her out. Next. 

The Empire landscape has been the same, repetitive shit since you've been champion and it's time for change. You've become quite the egotistical woman, miss Aria. You damn near risked your life trying to defeat Chelsea Crowe, giving yourself a concussion, and for what? To show your Hitler Youth you can fly? Pathetic. Don't try that at home, kids. Bitch out here looking like a crackhead. Going all out for the slightest thing. You also deemed yourself more worthy than the rest of us, calling yourself "The Queen". Astraea Jordan doesn't get on her knees for anything but dick so you already got me fucked up if you wanna pull that corny ass line out next. If anything, the only woman that can be truly be called a queen is the Heart Break Gal, who made history after beating Tiberius for the EAW Championship. She's above even you, sorry to break the news. If these little girls are gonna look up to anyone else besides Astraea Jordan, I'd at least prefer it to be HBG. Then again, she married a vegetable, so should we really wanna be in her spot? Yikes. A year ago this time, I signed to EAW and didn't even get to have my first match due to Elena Miles being a petty ass bitch now here I am with a world title shot that I have indeed earned whether you wanna acknowledge that or not. As far as I'm concerned, I am the biggest threat to your "crown" and you should respect me as such. You've had a good run, there's no denying that, but EAW is stagnant. We've got the same people in the main events, the same people as champions, all because we decide to sign anyone off the damn street. But I'm special. I was brought here because I am a superior athlete who has overcome ALL of the odds thrown at her. I fully intend on walking out of France with your belt. I am not intimidated in the slightest by your same old speeches. Chelsea Crowe exposed you and made you look dumb and I'm gonna do the same. You aren't untouchable, no one is. But wait - you never said you weren't, right? Yet every week you claim no one will knock you off your high horse and that no one can end your reign. Where they do that at? I know my record doesn't necessarily show up as a typical number one contender's would but all those losses I got in my first month have long since been redeemed in my eyes. My biggest match until now against Consuela, redeemed after I pinned her in our tag match. Sure, it wasn't for a title but it only shows how far I've come in such a short time. Since really finding my footing in EAW, I've been virtually unstoppable, there is no one working as hard as me, not even you, honey. Everyone else who's tried to come for you has been in way over their heads and letting emotions run wild but I'm letting you know now this match is the only thing I've been thinking about since it was announced. I've never been more ready in my life. You say all these other bitches couldn't take you down so why would I be able to, but if a literal career-ending injury couldn't keep me out, why would you? While I don't broadcast my whole life on social media nor is it broadcast on a TV every week, trust that I've been through more than you know therefore I'm stronger than you even realize. You know it's bad when the only thing you can come at me for includes me beating someone else's ass. Good thing this business is all about that, huh? I will stop at nothing. And funny how you think I'm the one with people in my ear giving me special praise when you're the most talked about of anyone else in EAW, the universally most loved. I've seen it, you can't even tell me I'm lying. If anyone is getting ANY kind of special treatment, it's you not me. Consuela said it last week, people talk shit about me behind my back. And I don't blame them because I know I'd get my neck broken if I said that shit to me face-to-face. It's amazing how blind you are to your own influence, truly. You said Megan and I were foolish for thinking we could beat you two yet we did it. You may think I'm not capable of beating you at King of Elite but I'm gonna disprove that as well. I'd tell you to mentally prepare but we all know how delusional you are. It's time for YOUR fire, YOUR weather storm to be snuffed out. Call me naive for believing I'm gonna do this but don't say I didn't warn ya when it does happen. I've been at the very bottom, now it's time for me to be at the top and it's time you get brought back to reality. I don't give a shit if you're the Queen. I'm here to kill the Queen and slice her throat with my Louboutin heel then go throw that ass back for a real one at the club before waking up at six in the morning for leg day. That's how I fucking roll. Don't be an idiot, don't think I'm Savannah, Revy, Cloud, Azumi, or anyone else you've come into contact with. I am a whole different beast, one that is unforgiving and merciless. Our tag match was your warning, now this is the real shit. And this time it's ending with YOU on the floor. Sound the motherfucking alarm.

New year, new Champ.
Stark
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 10:21 pm by Stark
King of Elite 4


How long must the dog chase its own tail before it catches it? I’m sitting here laughing my ass off at this. Sheridan Muller is either the most self-aware meta troll I’ve seen in my life, or she desperately needs an extended stay at the psych ward at the EAW Performance Center. I mean, that’s where they put Zack Crash right? I refuse to believe that you are serious in your conviction, and I refuse to believe that YOU BELIEVE any of that bullshit that comes out of your own mouth. I refuse to believe that you are actually this stupid - I mean, I could believe it, but come on! I wanna live in your world! I really wish I had not the self-confidence but outright narcissistic stupidity to have such an inflated head like yours. Ya know even balloons are filled with helium at the very least but the only damn thing in between your ears is the non-existence that is your credibility. Even a scarecrow can look like whatever the fuck it wants to Sher, so obviously so can you, but nothing belies the charade of a life you’re living more than your own actions. You’re the worst kind of idiot Sher, you don’t just let people think you’re a moron, you go out there and prove it to the whole world, recording yourself each time too! What’s the end game here? What are you hoping to do? Have you forgotten this match is still about the EAW Openweight Championship? You didn’t even mention it once in how fervent you were in that reply back to Cam. Nah, you were just too busy making up bullshit about how -- oh but you just got fired. Bye.
Cameron Ella Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 9:43 pm by Cameron Ella Ava
VI.

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Is it so difficult to get your OWN content in EAW? I mean, I make fun of you in a video and you happen to do the same after? Once again, Sheridan Muller has her conspiracy theories about how much EAW must hate her guts. This is coming from the same bitch who thought I was generic when her whole promo was nothing more than the generic bullshit I heard in 2012. Did you have to look deep into the EAW Network to find something to use against me because you realize everything you have said these last three days have been nothing, but useless? At least, I have brought something new to the table each and every time, unlike this German bitch who has bored us with the same victim act and how I’m the monster that betrayed her. Multiple times, I have given you the reason for me turning my back on her and she constantly finds herself shaking and fueling with rage because she cannot handle the truth that I have been dishing out the entire week. This isn’t news, Sheridan. This is what the entire promotion has been wanting to say to you for almost a year. I just happened to be the woman who has enough balls to say it? But, I’m just full of silicon inside my breast meanwhile, I know for a fact that you didn’t go from an A cup to a C overnight. Yet, you want to call me out for my life choices? Pot meet kettle. I don’t understand how my body choices have anything to do with our match at King of Elite? I don’t get if this is another method to try to rallying me up, but it seems like you ended up being the person angry about everything that I have been saying these past three days. Me? I know what to expect from you. Why? You say it to everyone else. You’ve said it to Stark, Tarah and every other poor unfortunate soul that has stopped in your path. It’s nothing groundbreaking. It’s nothing that should be in front of the EAW website. Why? Because you result to saying things that EVERYONE has used on me. Kendra, HBG, Tarah have used it before you did. Also, calling me generic? Christy Cruise was WAY ahead of you with that. Do you want to know what happened to her? Well, I got rid of her ass a long time ago. Almost the same thing, you have said with Kendra and Madison, but at least, I don’t mention it because that’s the only thing that makes me relevant around here. I’ve got many great things to brag about in my life--I got a nice house, car, clothes and a wonderful fiance who loves me so dearly. Outside the wrestling world, what do you have to cherished so dearly? I know when you untie those hideous ring boots, and go back to Germany, there is no life with you. I mean, that must be why you bother to respond to me twice a day? People have told me not to bother because there is nothing that you can offer to the table, yet, I find myself so compelled to have the last word because I want to be the woman that shuts you up once and for all and puts you in your place. I mean, if I could get a raise of a hand for anyone that wants you to shut up, EVERYONE would want you to shut the fuck up. In someway, this Openweight Championship Match is nothing more than a blessing for people like Stark and I because we are two of the most blunt people in our respected locker rooms. We have been quite vocal about your attitude and you’re shocked that we have the same thing to respond to with you? I mean, if TWO of your opponents are saying that you’re an awful person, do you think that you should take the hint and finally acknowledge that you’re a bad person? I mean, has Azumi been teaching you the game of “I may have done something bad, but you did too?” You have been bringing up The OG Vixens and saying that I always hated Kendra, but you are mistaken. I respected Kendra. She resurrected my career. She brought my passion back for wrestling. There was a reason I wanted you to be apart of that. I thought it would make you better. I thought it would push you to the next level. Instead, you were stubborn. You didn’t want to associate yourself with Hall of Famers. You did not want to know what established women like Kendra, HBG and myself could offer you. As for Cailin stabbing you and her sisters in the back. I had no part of that. I didn't even know it was going to happen. You can replay that moment on the EAW Network. I was as shocked as everyone in the EAW Universe. As for the Dark Demon drama, I was completely done with him at Pain for Pride 9. I had made up my mind about what a negative influence he was in my life. When he tarnished the company, I didn’t support him once. I knew he was lying after all the bullshit he tried to spew. Just like you, he would justify and lie his way out of the situation. He would backtrack on his claims because he knew I was smarter than that. As for Jamie being a part of the board, where in the world did you get that from? Jamie has never even touched a board of directors chair? Just because he has been able to reign since Grand Rampage doesn’t mean anything. The reason Jamie has been able to be champion for so long as he has because he has been able to slay people right in front of him. You claim that I have helped Jamie retain his championship, but where was I in his match against Xavier at Pain for Pride X or where was I during the Elimination Chamber Match at Road to Redemption? Where was I when he snatched the World Heavyweight Championship from Jacob Senn? You claim that I help him a lot, but I just called some of many occasions where Jamie has defended the title and proven to be the top guy on Voltage. Am I sleeping with him? It should be obvious, but I was already established while Jamie was wrestling in the independents. You could claim it’s the other way around, but Jamie was already a former New Breed Champion and one-time EAW Champion before I ever came into the picture. As for stabbing you in the back? Don’t even try to make up a fake accusation about me being harrassed backstage. Stop trying to make up lies to get me or anyone else to feel bad for you. Why would I ever take the side of such a vindictive bitch like yourself? One that trying to mock people with mental health? I mean, who the hell does that? Who the hell would stoop so low? And, you wonder why I turned my back on you? I never did this shit. I would never imagine doing half the shit you have done during your two years in EAW. Are you going to give me shit about trusting the board of directors rather than you? Not my fault that I was always taught to trust authority. Normally, they are the ones who have looked into depth with the situation. They are the ones who are supposed to look out for the company and make sure that it is a great place to be a part of. I mean, you want to claim that I suck up to them meanwhile, like I have said on two other occasions, you sucked ass to get back in the company. Everyone is anticipating the day for your termination and I cannot wait until King of Elite, where I finally get rid of you once and for all. You’re fucking done, Sheridan. I hope you don’t slit your wrists, cry yourself to sleep and contemplate suicide after I win the Openweight Championship.
Theron Nikolas
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 8:52 pm by Theron Nikolas
It's easy, isn't it, Keelan?

It's easy to sit there and make claims that Keelan Cetinich is going to step up. He's going to push himself further than he has throughout his entire career and actually be a threat at King of Elite. I ask for one request before we continue this for the rest of a week; do not make promises that you may not be able to keep.

There will be a day, Keelan. I have no doubts; there's going to be a day that you find yourself with the world sitting in the palm of your hand. You will find yourself looking around as eyes are set just on you; your failures will mean nothing. The moment should have happened already, shouldn't have it? Showdown’s a jungle. A dog eat dog world; a place where we're constantly forced to give the very fucking best we can, because it only takes one slip before someone lurking in the shadows shoots straight past us. A never ending cycle where the strong thrives and the weak crumbles. There's no comparison in this company to it; that's why I don't understand why you've struggled to stand like you have. Voltage is a place built on underachievers. The perfect place for people like you, Keelan; a place for those who wouldn't find their footing against the names that will go down as some of the greatest to ever step foot inside that squared circle, but can still build a career they can take some form of pride with. That's why I take Jamie O’Hara’s record breaking World Heavyweight Championship reign with a grain of salt. I wouldn't lose that championship if my challengers were the likes of TLA, Cameron Ella Ava or Chris Elite either. I'm sure Ares Vendetta wouldn't. Tiberius Jones wouldn't. The Heart Break Gal; the names that constantly fight to be the best that Showdown has to offer. But, you - you still struggle. You say that you use failure as a motivation, but that certainly isn't working at that point, is it? You haven't stepped up. If you had, you'd be the World Champion right now. You would have all the pieces to this puzzle in all the right places; not still trying to find which piece goes where. The question is, Keelan - you speak about stepping up. Keelan Cetinich isn't going to move the fuck out of the way!

How the fuck do you expect to reach my level - when you've struggled so much to reach theirs?

You try to find similarities in the situation we're both in. Sure, we've fallen short on a few occasions, but it comes down to perspective, Keelan. Look at where you've failed, and look where I have. I've fallen to World Champions, while you fall to names with the slightest ounce of merit. I've beaten multiple former World Champions, while you've fallen to names that would be cannon fodder anywhere else. I've beaten names that were meant to carry this company into the future - while you continue to attempt to prove that Keelan Cetinich holds any worth at all. It's harsh, I know. You'll try to counter it; everyone does and you would be stupid not to. But, it'll sting. It always does. The truth is always the hardest pill to swallow. These comparisons - it'll all on paper. On paper, I'm sure that I could make some form of comparison between Muhammad Ali and Jimmy Smith. Two men that sat on opposite sides of the spectrum. On paper means nothing; reality paints a much clearer picture.

The picture that everyone already sees, Keelan.

Me over you.

You got me again, Darkane. How could I be so foolish? The fact that you've never been good enough to beat me means nothing, doesn't it? I should forget about the fact that I hold that perfect win/loss record over you and see the two of us as two men standing on the same level. If I were to fail at King of Elite - what ground do I have left to stand on? What room for excuses do I have to work with? I built myself up for what some people call failure; digging a hole that I may not be able to get myself out of. But, history tells me the perfect story! We're going through the same motions; were spewing the same bullshit that we have every time the two of us have found themselves in this position. You make this scenarios; you're going to take the crown, you'll rub it in my face and it'll be something that I'm never going to forget. I still remember the threats that you've made in the past. I remember you telling me in our first encounter that you were going to rip off my head and shit down my throat. You were going to make me feel things I didn't think were possible - but, none of it happen. You fell on your own sword. You fell straight at my feet. Pain of Pride didn't change and neither did the result. But, this time is different! Pain for Pride was meant to be different, but this time you're positive! It can't go the same way as before! Darkane is going to get his due! Darkane is finally going to overcome that arrogant cunt! You're not the first and you're not going to be the last. People have been claiming that they're going to knock me off this pedestal from the moment I first walked through the doors of the company. It never happens. The face changes, but the words always remain the same.

But, this is different.

This is a man that's beaten men that are World Championship material. A name created to make people in their position feel a little bit better about themselves about the fact they're not a World Champion yet. I'm sorry, though. The Pizza Boy claims - my bad. The dude is a former World Champion. I mean, so is Montell Smooth and I guess we shouldn't say anything bad about them either. But, you brought up my journey into the King of Elite tournament, and fair play to you. It does help with someone gets themselves disqualified and you advance. What doesn't help though, is that same people almost blowing out every ligament and tendon in your knee when you still have another match later in the night. But, luckily for me - I had John Doe! Praise be to the man that was there to make sure that Rex McAllister advanced through to the finals, even when he was facing a wounded animal he still couldn't put down. Rex’s own pride caused his downfall. But, again I'm sorry; apologising seems to be something that I'm doing a lot this week. Next time an opportunity presents itself, and someone is standing there - they haven't interfered, they're making no effort in taking the attention away from somebody competing. Next time I'll wait. I'll wait until my opponent is comfortable; his attention is back where it should be. I'll make sure he's in no pain. I'll make him a meal if he's a little hungry. I'll make sure he's as ready as he can be to continue, rather than capitalising when I could barely fucking stand. The benefit about this week is that I'm feeling better than I ever have. If someone like Rex McAllister; a man that's not so different to you, Darkane. A man with the world sitting, watching and waiting for the moment you finally grasp onto that proverbial brass ring dangling over your head couldn't beat me when I was hurt.

How the fuck are either of you meant to stop me when I have nothing weighing me down.
Sheri-dun
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 7:41 pm by Sheri-dun
King Of Elite 06

The camera slowly pans out, to reveal a typical hotel room. The focus specifically is on the bed, which is in pristine condition, having not been slept in. Rustling and other various noises can be heard from behind the camera, along with a woman's voice muttering something in German, as if she is attempting to make a decision yet is indecisive. Eventually, Sheridan Elsa Müller emerges in the shot, a black wig, the strands of hair greasy, poorly situated over her far more beautiful platinum locks. She wore a simple white pyjama top with a floral print, and matching bottoms. Sheridan almost began her speech, before pausing, and clutching a small pillow that was placed behind her, quickly stuffing it up her top before she meekly coughed, and started her address. 

'' Hi guys, it's Cameron Ella Ava here. Your typical air-head from California, and today we're going to be nothing but petty! You heard me right, because my brain is far too small and insignificant to actually have a complex conversation, and discuss rational points, we're going to resort to running through Sheridan Müller's history, and then complain that she doesn't speak about the immediate future whilst showing favouritism to my own history! Because I am totally allowed to speak about the eight years I've been here, how I've apparently played a part in the revolution, despite achieving absolutely nothing in the year that it took place, but that's no coincidence, because the only time I actually accomplish anything in this industry, is when a member of higher management, or a close associate with the board, is fucking me! I was actually going to have Jamie with me today, because lord knows I can't complete the most simple of tasks without his approval and support, but due to the fact that we're in Europe, he's come to the conclusion that the women here might challenge him intellectually, whilst also looking pretty, so he's totally gone to replace me or something? To be honest I wasn't really listening, because listening and sucking his dick is too much to concentrate on all at once! But it's fine, because I can absolutely make my own rational points to argue with Sheridan about, instead of rambling on about the most insignificant of stuff and then acting as if I've achieved excellence, and like I'm some sort of philosopher. You bet I can match Sheridan in the ring, as well as with my smartness, because each time she has come against me, she hasn't totally dominated me and left me crying about how I always lose and fail on the largest of stages, that's why I've only won once at Pain For Pride, despite competing like seven times or something, but I totally don't bitch about higher management being the cause of this, oh no, I am a good girl who would never bad mouth a soul, oh, unless it's Sheridan Müller, that woman who totally supported me when all of the promotion hated me because I was dating Dark Demon, but it's fine, because when she was in a similar situation, you bet I was the first one to sound off about how arrogant and selfish she is, despite the fact she stuck up for me so many times, when I got mauled and bullied backstage for being a boardroom whore! Regardless, I stuck with Dark Demon until the very end, that is until he got fired, and suddenly I acknowledge that he's a manipulator, and a liar, and he's a total meanie! I definitely didn't do that because I wanted to be in the majority for once, because I am so insecure about how others feel about me, that it affects my poor sinister mental health. Despite the fact I defended Demon until the moment before his firing, that sudden moment everything changed, and I was just as much of a victim as the rest of you were! Oh, and this revolution Sheridan keeps bringing up, totally my thing, it's not as if I spent the entire year feuding with Aria, Sheridan and a whole bunch of people pushing for this revolution, whilst getting my ass beat by my now boyfriend, gosh I have a thing for abusive men! As long as they're good with the board of directors, though, they can totally give me a black eye! But yeah, I hated the word revolution until it was cool, how dare these new women try and take my spotlight, that's why I teamed up with the Heart Break Gal and Kendra Shamez, to form the Original Vixens, a stable designed to stop the revolution, to bury people like Aria and Sheridan, to make sure we retained our dominance, and we interfered in one anothers matches to make sure we did, but oh, I'll denounce Sheridan for aligning with Haruna and Azumi, cheating is bad unless I do it, it's not as if I've ever helped Jamie in his championship defences or anything. But as I was saying, once Kendra Shamez was fired, I was all about the revolution, I totally hated her all along too, please somebody like me, please acknowledge my opinion, I'm not just a generic, common valley girl with plastic breasts and an obnoxious voice, I only teamed with Kendra because she was totally manipulative and abusive too, like my former boyfriend, that's why I stabbed Cailin in the back, the only woman who made me relevant for the whole of the previous year, I'll stab her between the shoulder blades and win the women's world championship off of her, I'll once again betray my morals, and I'll be an absolute bitch as champion, that's until Aria defeats me of course, then I'll acknowledge that she's the best, I won't even put up a fight, I'll leave to Voltage to be with my boyfriend in a move definitely not conspired by backstage politics, and I'll assert that Aria is a deserving woman, because people like Aria, and I like people, I need attention and validation, so I don't fall into a depressive mood, and then blame totally rational and normal people for the fact that I'm a bipolar bitch! I can't help that my mental health is so fragile, I can't help that I'm a twisted, deceitful skank, who talks shit about the only woman who has ever been nice to her, and taken her for something more than name value because I slept my way into the hall of fame. As a matter of fact, you know what, I won't even consider that Sheridan was there when nobody would speak to me, and chased me out of backstage, that she helped me when I was bawling my eyes out, complaining that nobody liked me because I'm so narcissistic and sensitive, no, when Sheridan is fired, I'll laugh, I'll jump for joy, I'll be the first woman to state about how arrogant she was and how much of a bitch she was, it doesn't matter that she used to be my best friend, all that matters is that people like me, I need validation, I need to be heard or else I'm just another generic Californian who doesn't have a brain and constantly considers ending her life because she doesn't get enough acknowledgement. But when Sheridan returns, oh, I'll welcome her back with open arms, I'll pretend I was influenced by the board, tricked, bamboozled, how silly of me to be fooled so easily, but wait a minute, it's not silly whatsoever, because I'm an absolute retard, who cannot comprehend words and sentences to the point where I can have a rational conversation, oh no, that's far too classy for me. Despite the fact I brand myself as a goddess I'm actually little more than untrustworthy, deceitful, insincere trash. All it takes is for one German with actual truth in her words to rile me up, if I can't compete with her in the ring, or intellectually the only thing left for me to do is list her negatives in a ranting fashion because the fact I can't outmanoeuvre her makes me really upset, I think I feel my anger issues coming on again, perhaps when I eventually say something and then get called out for it, I'll blame my mental health, or the fact I was tricked, oh I wish I wasn't such a dumb, decrepit, incapacitated whore! ''

At that moment, the small pillow placed up Sheridan's top to represent Cameron's silicone chest slipped out, hitting her knee before rolling out of camera shot. The blonde paused for a moment, before releasing a subtle sigh, a hand coming to remove the greasy wig placed upon her golden locks, throwing that away from the camera's focus also. She patted down her pyjama top, ran her fingernails through her hair, rolled her head upon her neck and composed herself, grasping a plastic cup placed at the bedside table, and taking a sip of water before turning her attention back to the dilemma at hand.

'' It's so adorable to see you crack under the pressure Cameron, I've said that I'm mentally and physically stronger than you and this latest rant validates the former of that statement. You must feel relieved to get all of that off your chest, but it didn't even scratch the armour, most of what you said is true, but it's far too long ago for me to really care. I've evolved past the stages of having this arrogance about me, believing that I can defeat the likes of the names you mentioned, Dynasty did somewhat humble me but I was fired long before anybody could materialise that. You've taken this battle to the next level, we've left Stark and professionalism behind and it's such a relief for me to say that, I knew your goddess persona would fall apart the moment I outmanoeuvred you, the second you realised you're mentally no match for me, truthfully you've taken me to a level I am untested at, I'm not much one for personal battles, I prefer to validate what I say in the ring, but you're obviously all too familiar with getting personal, it's typical of a woman such as yourself to stoop to these levels. But I assure you, I can stoop lower, I am universally hated for a reason, loathed by my associates and despised by all those who attend events that I perform in. My views have been brought forth to the point it's touched you on a personal level, this signifies how easy it is to get into your head, to delve into what little you have of a brain. But I will show you that I am right, for your words, personal or professional, do not have an affect on me. I no longer crave to elevate those who I face, I no longer place wrestling first, I embrace the conditions I revolutionised out of relevancy, you might not believe it now but I will make sure you show appreciation to the work I am doing, you will see the torment and fires that I have ran through, the battle that I fought in to return to this promotion. It's not as simple as sucking up to the right person, or in your case, sucking the right person. I am a revolutionist, a strategist, I have a deathgrip on planning and illustrating, and I have evidenced such with how little time it took for you to crack under the pressure. You of all people should know how highly I value this industry, how much I appreciate wrestling as an art form, you have shared a ring with me before, and you find it hard to mention my wrestling ability for you know of its superiority. I will show you the darkness, the blizzard, the conditions I was exposed to, when all you hold close to you turn their backs, when the sport you love throws you out, when all lifeforms dissolve at your touch, and you are left with nothing, expect cold weather and black skies. The Last Vixen is more than just a buzzword, she is my saviour, her touch brought fire to my wounded muscles, brought vengeance to a mind that was ever so close to giving up. I am fuelled with a passion for revenge, a thirst for vengeance, and to say I cannot wait to share a ring with you would be a severe understatement. I am always right, Cameron, I have been right since the very beginning, I have stood corrected since my return, and all shall bow in acknowledgement to the brilliance that is the athletic excellence that I possess. This world believes my rise is archaic, that the vixens eminence is dead, I can assure that both beat tempestously, anticipating the golden moment that emotions run onto the canvas, and the canvas in retaliation runs red. All you associate with me, you state not having shared a ring with me long over a year, the intensity I will bring to King Of Elite shall not be rivalled, and the massacre I will deliver, the harlots of hell shall be incapable of describing. ''
Jacob Senn
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 6:42 pm by Jacob Senn
This time of loss will come to an end. It will come through the shattering of The Ice Man and his pride.

I told the world that I would reduce everything to a smoldering pile of ash, the faint bright orange glows of heat simmering from it, showing the blaze that I created to bring a bitter end to its survival. Nasir Escobar and Mr. DEDEDE both have stood in my path to redeeming myself and restoring my name to the former glory that was attached to it, but I have now been forced to take a detour on that path. A detour that was created when this Neanderthal unearthed from the frigid chill of ice decided that he would place his hands upon me to respond to him being disqualified from the King of Elite Qualifying Match. I was not going to wait any longer to get my hands on Nasir Escobar, the man who cost me my opportunity against The Pizza Boy to advance through the tournament as just one of his crimes against me. My intention wasn’t to cost you your match, something that you should know already, but you were just in the crossfire of the retribution that I had to deliver onto the chosen opponent in your match. It could have been The Pizza Boy, it could have been Darkane, but it was simply you that was made into the victim of The Punisher when he was the one placed against you. However, you would know something about victimizing people, wouldn’t you? You have been lauded and praised as a man that could destroy any soul that stood in your path, was destined to become the future of the brand as the EAW Answers World Champion, but I have a question for you. How do you intend to do that while your advocate has another client boasted as the Champion of Champions, The Invictus Champion, and the reigning EAW Answers World Champion? Will you betray and victimize the man that has been put to your side, go against the man that has been your avid supporter and mouthpiece, all in the quest of becoming the world champion? No, do you want to know why? It’s because you enjoy having a hype man stand beside you and spin a web of stories to the people about the great destroyer that stands before them, the measuring stick and gatekeeper for those that want to prove their worth in this business, but you’ve been sorely mistaken on this assumption of your position around here. You’re no gatekeeper, no measuring stick, and you’re definitely not the greatest son that Dynasty has been able to create through its brand. You must have forgotten the man that I am known for and let me tell you that I know how easy it is to forget what I’ve done in this business through the recent months. I know that my reputation hasn’t been able to live up to expectations with opportunity after opportunity slipping through my fingers at each given chance to challenge for that title, but that all changes at King of Elite. This will be the moment where people will remember my name, know why I was inducted into the 2017 EAW Hall of Fame, and why I’m the man that has held two world championships in this business. It’s not because of some power abuse, it’s not because of how I’ve been able to coast by through the years and now challengers are sprouting like weeds, but it’s about what I’ve been able to do in a fight. I know that you have this assumption that King of Elite will prove to be a breeze, no challenge towards you because of the last time that you and I went against one another, I was quickly steamrolled by you. Just like the world has forgotten about what I’ve been able to accomplish through my long-tenured career here in EAW, they’ve forgotten of the days when you were praised as champion. Now, you like your life as a guardian towards the man that was made champion by Sebastian Monroe, the only he truly supports with everything that he has, chained at the master’s hip to make sure you do as he tells you to. However, I haven’t forgotten the night that you met with me last in the ring… the night you became a monster reborn.

The last time that we met inside of the ring was during a special episode of Dynasty, when you took me on this succession of brutality that has been dubbed “The Powerbomb Train”, until you were finished with me and dumped me on my head for the victory. I was humiliated and left broken in the middle of the ring as you defeated me in record time, but I learned from that experience with you. I know the mauling that will await me in this encounter, but I have to push through the struggle that will be set before me and survive against you. Take note to where I said I had to survive against you because with any other man, the tone would be different, but you’ve been the only elitist in this entire roster that has been able to send me to complete oblivion with his own two hands. No weapons, no blood, just your own two hands. I’ve learned from that night and I know that at King of Elite, I’ll have to make sure that I become the ultimate underdog to walk out with a victory attached to my name. I’ll have to find the passion that I once had for this sport and tap into it to be able to defeat you in that ring and Scott, I will do it. I told the world that I will leave Dynasty, leave EAW, reduced into a smoldering pile of ash. Sebastian Monroe and his towering beast that has been placed in front of me, it holds no exception to that rule. You represent a moment of weakness in me, a vulnerability that I need to expunge from the view of this audience, for there will be no need for weaknesses when I step into the ring with Mr. DEDEDE and Nasir Escobar to deliver my punishment onto them. To do that, I will have to survive the steamrolling potential in the brutality that your powerbombs have in store for me. I will have to survive the onslaught of The Ice Man and his path of destruction. I will have to survive certain oblivion against all the odds that have been placed before me! If it takes the last breath left in my body to crawl myself up to fight this beast that stands before me, I will expend it to until there’s nothing left to knock him down and out of this fight for good! This conquest that shall take place in the form of punishment against you for the way that you left me over a year ago in that ring, it will reveal to the world that the man that I once was has yet to be killed, but has went through an evolution through the constant failed opportunities that he has been met with by the hands of others. King of Elite will serve as a night to show the world that I am the true measuring stick of this company, that I am the single most talented performer of this or any generation that has preceded or succeeded me, and that Dynasty is still MY HOUSE that I’VE BUILT AND RESTORED IN MY VISION! I know the strength that you have, I know the endurance that you possess, and I know what destruction will lie in wait when I enter France with the full intention of shattering the visage that has been presented of me being a broken husk of what I used to be. The one last image that will be left inside of the ring at King of Elite is my finger pointed down upon your broken body, showcasing my resurrection like a phoenix born from the ashes of his past life, and making a statement that punishment is on its own path of destruction.

For if you’re the measuring stick of this brand through my absence from the main stage, then I plan to snap you in half and replace you to take my throne back!
Cameron Ella Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 5:11 pm by Cameron Ella Ava
V.

[Cameron Ella Ava stands in a podium in the middle of a street in France. There is a lot of people walking the streets and focusing on their everyday lives. Cameron is dressed in a German commander uniform with the badges and hat - almost like what Adolf Hitler wore. She stands behind the podium in the most confident way possible as she looks to gain the attention of the masses before speaking to the microphone connected on the podium.]

Cameron Ella Ava: *coughs* LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO ME! I NEED ATTENTION!

[There, Cameron stands in silence. There is no one who seems to care about what she has to say. The people are just walking past her and the podium. Not caring about who listens to her, Cameron begins her speech.]

“My name is Sheridan Elsa Muller and I am the Personification of German Efficiency - oh shit! I forgot, Germany Efficiency is dead. Sometimes, I tend to forget that because when I get carried away with my eloquent vocabulary, I hope that I display terror in front of my opponents. I hope that I am able to distract them because Cameron and Stark are too much of neanderthals to ever comprehend with what I am saying. I come for Munich, Germany; a land where the smartest men like Darth Lannister rise from. I consider Lannister my good friend due to me being his German counterpart. Even though, I have never even talked to him much in the ring nor have I ever even the slightest interacted with him. I still consider myself to have a connection which has given me inspiration with The Axis. It is not creepy at all. I bet this will be the method which will make Lannister leave that whore Athena Vendetta and join me in making Germany as great as it was during the Adolf Hitler era of power. We can make the cutest babies, Lannister! The Mullers/Lannisters will be the ultimate power couple that this world has ever seen! NOTICE ME, DARTH LANNISTER! I apologize, I have nothing to say about my opponent, Cameron Ella Ava. She has pushed me so far against a wall that I need to bring up pointless jargon and attempt to get under her skin. Hey! What not take material that men like Drake Jaeger and Robbie V have said to her? Let me empower myself and improve my low self-esteem and bring up her past with Dark Demon! Why not make her Mr. Bean looking boyfriend feel bad by saying that he will never be the man that Demon was! I bet by attacking her boyfriend, that I will be able to push her buttons a little more. I want to be the main witness as I watch her skin crawl like there are a gazillion amounts of tiny spiders creeping up on her body. You know what! Let me just remind people of my accomplishments. I am the woman who beat my said opponent during the Vixens Cup in 2016, I am a one-time Vixens Champion which only lasted about two months and I faced ARES FUCKING VENDETTA! I faced a Vendetta! If I can put up a decent performances on the Showdown brand, I think I am cut out to be in a male Elitist brand! I bet I can canuplaut myself to the top of Voltage. Better yet, I will be the one person to defeat Y2Impact for the EAW Championship! Why not? People have told me that I should be the one to take the title off of Y2Impact - oh wait, I’m the only one that thinks that! On Voltage, I managed to be undefeated for the two weeks I was on the brand? Gee, I wonder why I was moved without notice of Dynasty? I only made my desires to be the main champion on the Voltage brand heard, but why did they move me to Dynasty? You know what? I will make this move to Dynasty the best thing ever! Yeah, I lost for about six months, but I am telling myself that Jamie O’Hara and Methuselah were outwrestled by me because there is no one on that disappointment of a brand and it’s shit booker. Do you want to know the only person who was able to outsmart me? TLA! TLA took me to the limit when the likes of Jamie or Meth could not! I can admit that I lost to someone as garbage as TLA, but I cannot admit that Jamie or Meth are so much better wrestling  than I. I went on a losing streak for six months. It really frustrated me because I am better than all of those failures on the Dynasty brand. Instead of letting those losses take me down a notch and reflect on my attitude, I’ll continue to justify everything and continue to be the arrogant woman the EVERYONE hates in EAW. When it came to Pain for Pride, I thought this would be my chance to prove to everyone that I am the best wrestler in EAW. During the trashy 24/7 Battle Royal. I was able to throw that loser Scott Diamond within seconds of the match, even though Scott peaked at Pain for Pride 6 and is not the same man as he was, but I am going to rub that in his face and say it, so the world never forgets it. I made it to the final two. I thought this would be enough to make me stay on Dynasty. I told everyone that nothing will make me unhappy than going back to Empire, where I was shamed and humiliated out of the brand. Oh darn, I will confront a locker room full of women who thought that I took every accomplishment and accolade for granted. You know what? I will return to the brand with a smile on my face and try to pick up where I left off in 2016. I brought some poor man’s Albert Hitchman with me even though I love to hear myself talk for hours and hours.I approached the brand and I knew that winning Empress of Elite will be the smartest move to get me on top of the Womens Division again. Instead, I got eliminated in the first round of the Empress of Elite Tournament. Then, I was fired when I reached the backstage area. WHY WAS I FIRED??”

[People stop in their tracks wondering why the fuck this weird woman is yelling. As Cameron pulls out a small crumpled up paper and begins to read it.]

“Dear Mr. DEDEDE,

I wrote you, but you still ain't callin';I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom; I sent two letters back in autumn. You must not've got 'em. There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'. Sometimes, I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em. But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man?”

[The audience that somehow stopped to finally listen to Cameron as she grabs the mic and looks at the crowd in front of her with a intimidating look.]

“ANSWER ME!  I NEED A REASON FOR MY FIRING! I WAS A GOOD PERSON. I MAY HAVE CLASHED WITH THE ENTIRE LOCKER ROOM, BUT I DON’T THINK I DID ANYTHING WRONG. I MAY HAVE TOLD SOMETHINGS I SHOULD HAVE NOT, BUT I DON’T THINK I DID ANYTHING WRONG! IF I FIGHT TO CLEAR MY NAME, PEOPLE GOT TO ACCEPT ME WITH OPEN  ARMS. YOU KNOW WHAT? I’LL GO TO MY GOOD FRIEND CAMERON! WAIT, SHE POSTED SOMETHING ABOUT MY FIRING! THAT BITCH! HOW DARE SHE DO THAT? SCREW HER, I NEVER NEEDED HER AT ALL. WHEN SHE WANTS TO MAKE AMENDS, I WILL PLAY THE VICTIM AND JUSTIFY EVERYTHING I’VE DONE. I’LL MAKE HER FEEL BAD AND MAKE HER THINGS THAT SHE FUCKED UP. I VOW THAT WHEN I RETURN TO EAW, YOU WILL GET THE SAME SHERIDAN ELSA MULLER. YOU WILL GET A WOMAN SCORNED AND READY TO MAKE EAW A HORRIBLE PLACE TO BE. WAIT, BRODY SPARKS PASSED AWAY? HOW DARE SHE TAKE THE ATTENTION AWAY FROM ME? YOU KNOW WHAT? I’LL SAY A BUNCH OF THING ABOUT HER AND BE AN EDGELORD? WAIT?? WHY ARE PEOPLE MAD AT ME! WHY ARE THEY ANGRY! I KNOW THAT I DISLIKED HER, BUT DO THESE PEOPLE HATE ME. I’LL JUST MENTION CAILIN DILLON BECAUSE I THOUGHT I WAS ALWAYS BETTER THAN HER. I’LL BRING UP ALEXIS DIEMOS FOR NO REASON AT ALL. I’LL CONTINUE TO SAY THAT I MADE MADISON KALINE AND KENDRA SHAMEZ LEAVE EAW! WAIT, I FEEL SO ALONE. HOW DARE THESE PEOPLE MAKE ME FEEL THAT. I DID NOTHING TO DESERVE THE LONELY LIFE. PLEASE SYMPATHIZE WITH ME. I KNOW I HATE ALL OF YOU, BUT PLEASE SYMPATHIZE WITH ME. PLEASEEEEEEEEEE. I AM THE BEST. I AM THE BEST WOMAN IN EAW. I AM GOING TO WIN THE OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AND PROVE ALL YOU SCUM THAT TURNED THEIR BACK ON ME WRONG. I WILL HAVE THE LAST LAUGH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!”

[The audience still silent and looking amongst themselves as Cameron takes time to compose herself. Softly, she says in her mic.]

Cameron Ella Ava: Yeah, that sums everything up. Thank you all for your attention!

[Cameron grins and walks away from the podium and walks down the streets of France as the camera fades to black.]
Sheri-dun
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 3:22 pm by Sheri-dun
King Of Elite 05

'' Oh how a distinguished smirk illustrates upon my lips, listening to Cameron and Stark constantly use explicits and compare me to the most horrid of things. Perhaps I should value their sentiments seriously, but listening to their insignificant, exaggerated lectures about just how horrid of a woman I am, once the edges of my lips begin to curve, I cannot help but show the most sinister of expressions. How riled up they both are, they would have you believe based upon how much passion they press into their rants, that their years have been worse than mine. The frustration that seeps through each sentence, calling me a cunt, and a bitch, when I have shown nothing but respect to the both of them, it's possible that my immaturity is shining through, but I cannot stop myself from laughing. Cameron especially speaks with such conviction and assertiveness, despite the fact it was her who stabbed me in the back, not only when attempting to import me into her absolute joke of a stable, the Original Vixens, but also when all others had shut me out of their world, and her light was the last to flicker to darkness. I cannot specifically place why she nurtures such resentment and aversion for me. The majority of what she states, is either calling me a cunt, or that I am passive aggressive, when out of the three individuals in this match I have spoken the most bluntly and eloquently. For some reason she's decided to list the people that her boyfriend has beaten, as if I asked, but I could not care less. Congratulations on your championship reign if you're listening to this Jamie, apparently your girlfriend thinks it will have a huge impact on our upcoming match! I sympathise with you, having Dark Demon's sloppy seconds must be such an honour. I acknowledge that you have fought for a world championship, Cameron, that's truthfully something to be very proud of, however I somewhat understood the point you were making the first time you made it, I didn't ask for a repeat of your accomplishments, and all you have achieved whilst under the Voltage banner so if you could please cease in listing a multitude of names that have literally nothing to do with either myself or Stark, I would appreciate it. For some infuriating reason, you believe that when I claim victory at King Of Elite, it shall be a slap to the face for this promotion, how enthusiastic I am to prove you wrong. I have not had a championship shot for an entire year, more than that as a matter of fact. Despite this, I have been one of the hardest working, and most determined athletes to ever grace this industry with her face. With every set back, and I shall admit some were due to my own causation, I have returned stronger. When most people are fired, blacklisted from the business, and told to never show their face again, they would pick up their ball and walk home, a frown painting their expression, but not me. I fought for what I believed in, fought to justify and clear my name and I did, juxtaposed to this, you believe my insertion into this bout is unfair due to the fact I didn't have to qualify, might I remind you, that you insult the board of directors when you say such things. I did not beg to be placed against you, this is not something that I pleaded for, if a chairman who loathes my name and is actively attempting to remove me from this realm can have the decency to place me in this championship match based on my ambitions and achievements, then I would think you would have the intelligence to appreciate such, but no. You whine, like a dog, that it isn't fair, and yet criticise me constantly when I talk about my experiences with the likes of Tarah Nova, and your retaliation to such is, life is not fair. How much favouritism you show to your situations, the events that you are the protagonist within, and cannot hold another perception when I take your place. It's amusing how you have changed your tune about my alliance with Azumi and Haruna also, once you figured out that I am not using them, suddenly they must be using me! Oh how catastrophic it is, listening to you attempt to figure out how three people can stick by one another, without a constant urge for betrayal and bloodshed. We're all well aware of how you value stabbing people in the back, Cameron, but it's time to acknowledge not everyone is as insecure and as paranoid as you are. I trust the women I align myself with, and I can only assume that trust is returned, for they would not have helped me decapitate the former general manager if not. So when all other approaches fail, Cameron resorts to the same use of language that every other person, who has been here longer than I, does. Oh, Sheridan, you're a bad person! You've done bad things! What is your fucking point, seriously, you adore little more than repeating the things I have said and done over the past year, discovering them with an expression of shock each and every time, with justification in your voice that makes me think, do you believe I actually care about the things I've done? Let me drill this point through your skull. I would not have said these things, if I did not mean them. I would not have performed certain actions, unless I feel validated to. These are not mistakes, that is why I rarely apologise. The majority of things you, and the rest of this promotion, love to point out about me, I have done or said deliberately, and I'll happily assist in helping you figure out as to why you are wrong about me, why Stark is wrong about me, and it is because I am always right, and I rationalise everything I say. This is why I was able to negotiate my way back from irrelevancy, within the space of four months of being fired, I am in a championship match, having already removed a woman who is in the hall of fame, from power. My intelligence is only verified, and my words approved, every single time you state and profess that I am a bad person, for you are insignificant, you are uneducated, you fail to see things from a general perspective, always favouring yourself, and that is why all these insults, explicits and statements, are paper to me. You state you listen to higher management, and fail to acknowledge they begged me to return to their flailing show. Once again you have proven my point, when I say you are so generic. Look at you, praising higher management, and saying that you base your opinions off of what they say. You do your research, apparently, yet state in the next sentence that whatever reason they assert for my removal, you automatically assume as correct. A good little dog, you are Cameron, a brilliant comprehensive, common answer you have released from your lips. These words alone endorse how much of a sheep you are, how irrelevant and lost you would be without your precious authority figures, I can only imagine how brain dead you would be without the ability to obey, you already sound so illiterate and idiotic with the confidence you place into insignificant statements, the thought makes me smirk. Continue to associate my name with the worst, profess that I am a demoness, for once your words may rationalise into truth instead of remaining in a fallacious state. I bathe in the fact that I am the most hated woman in the world, loathed more than serial killers and political figures, a sinister halo sketches around my golden hair, as wings burst from my shoulder blades and acidic spit draws from my lips. I am hated for I oppose what the majority think, and that is the beauty of being superior, it brings such joy to my world that my words alone have enough of an impact to strike a nerve, and turn people sensitive. I am pointing out nothing but facts, things that people wish would say the same. You consider me outrageous, but the truth is you cannot relate, as you're nothing but a follower. You're either jealous of my ambitions, afraid of my nature or in awe at my superiority. I am glad nobody shall applause my upcoming victory, the massacre of two idiots who attempted to stand before me, for it means you only wish you could touch the success that I have, I won't distract my efforts by focusing on your beliefs, for the beliefs you hold are fallacious and hold very little meaning in my heart. I will go from the most hated, to a champion, all within one night, and a massacre waits for you if you intend to get in my way. ''

The aggression in Sheridan's tone, and the somewhat structured position she held whilst addressing her former best friend, dissipated. The enthusiasm and delight died within her eyes at that very moment, as lips pressed into a pout, before releasing a sigh which exemplified depression. Dusk brows raised for a quick second as she rolled her eyes, and the seriousness of her promotional video fell to a silence. The blonde looked as if she wished she were not alive at the very moment she started to speak about the other individual in this match, a man that she did not take seriously, that nobody took seriously. 

'' Here comes Stark with his barrage of insults, one to note is that he denounces the fact I constantly like to bring up my historical accomplishments, he states this before vilifying bringing up history whatsoever, saying that we should focus on the now. Stark of course, then proceeds to speak about the second World War and my former beautiful lifestyle for the majority of his video. As a matter of fact, his video is essentially him speaking of my history, and then stating that bringing up history is unnecessary. It's an entire length of irrelevancy, and to those who have yet to listen to his, and I use air quotations here, words of wisdom, I would advise not to. This is coming from a woman who is amused at the most effortless of things, it's a massive bore, do not bother. All he does is bring up the fact that I didn't like Brody, and that I apparently support the holocaust, as if these are incriminating things which I have not already addressed, if you are going to bother giving him the light of day, listen to the arrogance and attitude in his voice, isn't it adorable how worked up he is, how much confidence he has in his own words, for the first time in my life, I find another individuals opinions cute, opposed to not caring for them. I've honestly grown bored of pretending to care, he states the exact same things Cameron does, and uses the same words to describe me. Sheridan's a cunt! I shrug my shoulders. That three letter statement is literally the only thing both of my opponents have to say about me, and I am expected to treat them with respect, and remain humble as they openly attack my personality, and what I stand for. What actually frustrates me is that Stark believes he is on my level, as a matter of fact, he even thinks he is on Cameron's level. Now I do not like this woman, but I can happily state with a beaming, definitely not fake smile on my face, that she is a better wrestler than him. He portrays himself as a genius, resorting to constantly bringing up the things I have said, rambling on about how I always bring up my history, when he is doing the exact same thing. It's embarrassing, it's utterly awful, I've had more fun dealing with the likes of Angela Salveti, and she would just speak in the most monotone of voices. Stark doesn't even address Cameron, doesn't even acknowledge her, and at first I just assumed that's a natural thing to do, for she is awfully generic, but then that streak of arrogance that I hold pressed against my spine, and it made me realise how hypocritical you are Stark. You say you don't care about me, the things I have done, what I am yet to do, the thoughts and ambitions I hold, yet you spend the entirety of your videos ranting, disparaging and insulting my name, and the morality of things that I do. So I have come to the conclusion that Stark must like me, more than competitive athletes are supposed to like one another, he is absolutely transfixed on everything I do and say, to the point that he doesn't even want to deal with Cameron Ella Ava, a multi-time champion and hall of famer, oh no. Stark wants to spend his days speaking about me in such a negative away, because he has a crush on me. He shall always be inferior to me, and I shall never acknowledge him as he wishes me to, and that makes him ever so angry. It explains the ferociousness he holds whilst speaking my name, similar to a bitter young man who isn't a good enough wrestler to reach the peak, always stranded to the bottom of the barrel, whilst the woman he wishes he could be with, associates at the top of the food chain. You say that I've been slapped down and humiliated since my return, but I fail to see where specifically you are referring to. I did not realise beating Tarah Nova into fearing the very thought of my name and myself, Azumi and Haruna beating the current women's world champion, her past challenger and the former general manager, qualifies as a failure. Oh Stark, you'll just have to accept that you can smoke as much marijuana as you would like, and boast about how this is the best opportunity you've had yet during your runs with this promotion, however it fails to bring an impressed stance to my thoughts. Even praising my first year in this promotion, it's a cute attempt, but you're right, perhaps my heart shall always be set on my own ability, on justifying my ambitions and rationalising all that I say. You call me a joke, how ironic. You say I am fragile, but my climb to the peak of this industry proves that wrong, whilst it took you three years to win a championship you lost in twelve seconds. Slow and steady wins the race? Evidently not. The fact that you have had five championship opportunities in the time that I have only had this upcoming one, that is such a brilliant example of how witted an ignorant the higher management truthfully are. You bring up points that have zero relevance to any of the people in this match, you laugh at your own jokes, yet do not acknowledge that you're a jester participating in a match between queens. Oh Stark, I only wish you could lay eyes on this match from a neutral perspective, so you could witness how extraneous you are compared to me. I do not hold a superiority complex, only belief in my abilities, and wrestling prowess that has justified the reputation that I hold, as one of the most dangerous individuals to ever compete in this business. How I lust for the moment you realise I am the best, when your expression changes, moments before my boot rams against your temple, bringing your consciousness to a brisk end, as well as your chances of becoming the next Openweight Champion. I am going to decimate you when we meet in the ring, you are a weak link and I'll happily destructure and contort your carcass so you can witness my athletic excellence before darkness fills your world. I am fuelled by vengeance, the very personification of wrath, yet it shall be wrestling ability alone that defines the showdown that awaits us in France, and I guarantee that I shall topple you and Cameron, before bringing unrivalled incineration to a realm unworthy of my ruling. ''
Darkane
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 12:12 pm by Darkane
King of Elite II


Yeah, Theron, you're right, you beat me twice, nine months ago on a couple of different occasions. I should just hand you the keys to the King of Elite tournament, tuck my tail between my legs and walk on home. It's over. I should give up now while I still can. Unfortunately for you, that's not how I operate so do try again. Do you honestly think two times is enough to solidify complete dominance over an opponent? You've already swept me under the rug, it wouldn't be the first time. You think this whole world is a cake walk, you think everybody should come to your every whim and feed you grapes straight from the vine, yet you haven't even tasted gold yet. Your record might be unblemished except against Y2Impact but shhh that's a house show, we're supposed to keep that under wraps. It doesn't count. Or when you got pinned in the chamber at Road to Redemption by your best friend Tiberius when you were one of the last two men standing, but no that doesn't count either because you were exhausted at the end right? You're not unblemished when it counts the most, but here's the thing: Even the impenetrable Theron has kinks in his armor. If you live in a perfect world, people are going to expect perfect things from you. Don't ask me, that's just the way people are. You can't go around parading yourself as something otherworldly but have nothing to your name. Why didn't you win the National Elite Championship even if it's second fodder to you? Use it as a stepping stone. You've had all these months to rack up titles but you've managed to do jack shit. Instead, you go on wild drawn out monologues that nobody listens to begin with about how you've been dealt a cruel hand in championship opportunities. Boo fucking hoo. Somebody grab the umbrella again, he's going to start dousing us with tears. A real man doesn't cry wolf about drawing the shortest straw, he gets up, dusts himself off and lives to fight another fucking day. Theron, you've torn through the roster, you went for it all but it didn't work out the way you wanted it to, so what does Theron do? Instead of dominating his way into the King of Elite he squeaks in by the skin of his nuts when Ares seemingly sacrificed himself for reasons still unknown and Rex got distracted by John Doe so you took advantage like the weasel you are. So don't give me any shit about the talent that I've managed to beat to get here, every one of them except Reginald Dampshaw is world championship material or has been a world champion unlike you. That's such a pitiful argument from an equally pitiful man and on top of it, you claim that you're swimming with sharks while I'm dealing with a bunch of bottom feeding nobodies. This isn't a pissing contest first of all and I've downed more than enough credible opponents to keep myself afloat, I could list them off one by one but what difference would it make to you? You'd find a way to dismiss it, it's like beating your head against a cement wall trying to get a point across to you but that's how it has always been and that's how it will always be.

I know you don't take me seriously and that's your choice in the end but it's also the mistake that so many men have made when they waltzed right into the lion's den and got torn apart, but you've got everything figured out don't you Theron? What will be your excuse if you lose at King of Elite? Failure might not be an option for you but it has to be, you have to prepare for everything that is sent your way including the possibility of losing to me or god forbid Keelan whether you like it or not and I'm in that same boat. I'm not the person you fought nine months ago. Neither are you for that matter. We've both been through countless wars, our shields have hardened as a result. You've set the bar so high for yourself and rightfully so, but you really can't afford to fail can you? What would it be like for you to see me dethrone the uncrowned king in Theron Nikolas, a man who has basically anointed himself as the heir to the throne and a man who is counting his chickens before they hatch. You said yourself you would be livid but I think it goes beyond that, I think livid would be the understatement of the year. You would be out of this world pissed and you would do what you do best and that's endlessly complain, you would point fingers and you would pull trivial excuses out of your ass as if you were giving yourself a colostomy. I can see it so clearly now and it's only days away from coming to fruition. I can see the disgruntled and dejected look on your face as I ascend my throne, it excites me, I can feel the jealousy and pure hatred pulsating from every fucking pore of your body. To me? That's paradise. It's the exact feeling of what being a King is like. The feeling of making somebody who has berated you for so fucking long eat a face full of crow. I'd put on that beautiful crown and I'd walk up to your fallen carcass and I'd spit right between your eyes, I'd smear the phlegm all over your lips and whisper: It's mine. The best part about it? You would have no choice but to accept it. I would never want to stand on your level either because while you may stand on a golden marble platform that looks completely flawless, underneath it all, is a mountain-sized pile of shit and all that platform needs is one crack and it's all fucking over for you Theron.

You're right Keelan, who are you to berate my year and pull it apart piece by piece? What have you done that is of any recognition? What have you done that fucking matters? Jack diddly fucking squat. Oh, Dynasty isn't as strong as it use to be, it only has The Pizza Boy, Nico Borg, Scott Oasis, Jacob Senn, me and Nasir Morscobar. Yeah, there's no talent at all on that fucking list. They're just a bunch of curtain jerkers, they're enhancement talent, they're not current or future hall of famers or anything, right? You got me pegged on that Keelan. The level of competition pales in comparison to Voltage who collectively have two of the worst superstars to ever plague the industry in Ryan Wilson and Shaker Jones, but yeah keep focusing on brand superiority, I'll be focusing on the King of Elite crown. You want me to prove you wrong? Dude, you need to prove yourself wrong before anybody else does you any favors. You have to prove that you're not a monumental waste of lung butter that would have been better off splashing against a fucking back alley dumpster. You have to prove that you're not an immense choke artist that makes Paris Hilton look like a Catholic school girl who preaches abstinence on the regular. You have to prove that you're not the forgotten man in this match, that you're more than just a body, that you can get the job done. Until then you're simply full of hot air. You're Nasir lite. You're just happy to be here with a smile on your face. Feel free to bring your A-game like you brought against Jamie O'Hara and LOST. You can try your heart out to prove to people like me and Theron that you belong in the main event scene, but it's like bringing a knife to a gun fight. Listen, Keelan, you have talent, I'm not knocking that but if you don't take advantage of that said talent and capitalize on your chances, then you're always going to go home empty-handed, wondering what could have been. I'm sure you're sick of that and I'm sure you're sick of people pointing that out. I would be too if I were in your shoes but thank fuck I'm not. I actually cashed in on my opportunity. You have a mighty tough hill to climb up if you want to reach the ranks of the greats. One step at a time as the pros say. However, with you, it's always one step forward and two steps back. You want this, you want that, you want to be the face of the company before retirement beckons your name, well this might be your final shot, Keelan. I'm not going to take it easy on you just because you might be on your last legs and I want you to fufill your dreams, instead, I have to make sure that you are indeed on your last legs and when I eventually pull them out from under you and I send you into retirement, you'll be thanking me because you've been on a vicious cycle in EAW, you don't know when to let sleeping dogs lie and you don't know when to quit which is admirable, I'll give it to you, but it will lead to your inevitable downfall.

Your failures didn't mold you into a more sturdy competitor either, they molded you into a bigger fuck up than ever before and you have nobody to blame but yourself. Hell, I bet your girl Megan has even had enough. I bet she's sick of holding your head in her hands after your crushing losses, I bet she's sick of the fact that you can't get it up for her anymore. She's sick of cleaning up your messes. She's sick of your lifelessness, just like everybody else is. Everybody is just sick of the same old Keelan act, where he heroically declares that this time will be different, but it never is. You're so tired Keelan, I can see it in your body language, I think it's about time you hang them up and you're right, you have evolved, from a young pup with so much promise in the fucking world to a grisly old haggard veteran that has had all the chances in the world to shine but remains a dull ember at best. I don't think you deserve shit, you don't deserve to be in this match but you're here, so we all might as well make the best of it and I will, by putting you out to pasture, by making you see your career flash right before your very eyes when you look up at me, crown on my head, in the same position that Theron will be in, shocked to the very core that this ugly, repulsive soul managed to prove the world wrong AGAIN. Maybe then, you'll realize that it really is time to put your final card in the time slot and call it a day, it's time to go rot in the boiling sun back in Australia and sit out back on the porch, maybe you could fist a kangaroo or two while you're at it since that's what you crazy Aussies like to do, all the while you admire the sunset from afar because like your career it's going down fast.
Jamie O'Hara
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 10:48 am by Jamie O'Hara
You’re still that lowly fledgling.

You all have such similar minds.

So precious. I can’t judge you on your past...but our past defines our present. Our past defines who are are and every failure and every setback you’ve ever had isn’t going to suddenly fade away because you’re at the top end of the stick and it certainly doesn’t fucking go away if you become the World Heavyweight Champion. Because your past, your failures, your weaknesses aren’t anomalies that you can merely shrug off and mock your opponent for reaching for even the shortest straw over; no, everything you hate, everything you wish never happened, every single goddamn thing you pray for people like me to forget about are wounds that will be pried open time and time again. And you want to know how to deal with them? You become numb to the pain of it all. The EAW Championship? A complex issue where losing the title itself was never the crux of it - ease up there before you jump into a surely stunning narrative about sending me back to that particular low. I wanted justice, justice I felt never arrived. I wanted the heads of the men who wronged me and still to this day I’m empty handed in that regard. I wallowed in my misery, I allowed the dust to pile up on me and was closer to the brink of oblivion than not. You thought that story went a little different, didn’t you? The old cliche of pulling yourself up and getting back on the horse? See it became a wound that I carried; a burden that opponents exploited frequently. It didn’t matter if it was my greatest failure, it didn’t matter if it was my only, truly significant failure then - and still today - people saw it as a weakness, as something to drive me away from my own path and into their hands. Your past is a shadow and no matter where you go, it’s always there. It doesn’t matter if you’re an absolute nobody or if you’re the greatest of all time, our past will always be there and people will always exploit it. You can handle it in two ways; learn how to become numb to it, face it head on and learn to live with it, or you can carry on like this. Carry on like a sobbing child begging for his old man not to take his prized possession away; tears streaming down his face. “Please, please don’t talk about my past it doesn’t matter!” The difference between the greats and everyone else is that they walk hand in hand with their shadows, their past and they embrace every failure; seen as a lesson, as a tool to use in strengthening their future. But here, it gives me a considerable laugh to see you so precious about your past, judgemental of my actions...my past. Oh, but if I were to make such a similar remark you’d be so far down my throat you’d probably see my future kids swimming about.

Which brings me to Cameron.

I never needed her.

It’s quite humorous to see flogs like you call me out for using my missus; you wish to sledge but not give credit where it’s due. What about Grand Rampage? Did I need her then? How about Burning Desire? No wait, PAIN FOR PRIDE! AS CLOSE AS YOU COULD BE THE HEADLINE MATCH WITHOUT BEING IT, AGAINST AN OPPONENT WHO WANTED TO END NOT JUST YOUR REIGN, BUT YOUR CAREER! Surely I needed her then, champ? Ah wait, I didn't. I didn’t need her to beat Tiberius Jones and The Pizza Boy to become the Champion of Champions. I didn’t need her to beat you on Voltage. I didn’t need her to beat Amadeus. I didn’t need her to beat Keelan Cetinich. I didn’t need her to walk out of the chamber with the title around my waist and I didn’t need her to beat Finnegan Wakefield. What’s that there? Nine victories compared to the two? But do continue to twist your little narrative that I need to depend on Cameron to win. Or is everything I just said more bullshit excuses? Am I forced to sit in this lane and have to deal with everything I say be dismissed as bullshit because your feeble is a little too incapable of coming up with something else? Admittedly I am a man who much prefers the chase, the journey rather than the destination, than the prize; to say my passion for being champion has dwindled since Grand Rampage is quite extraordinary. Think of every legend, every Hall of Famer that has ever walked this company and tell me who is the one to stand as the LONGEST, arguably the most successful World Champion. That’s the achievement that gets splashed across my Hall of Fame ticket. That’s the record that everyone who holds this belt or any other of equal value will chase. And you all sit there thinking that it’s easy, right? Lars Grier is going to beat Jamie O’Hara and go on to break his record, right? That’s the dream that you see every time you shut your eyes, isn’t it? Nobody reigns for as long as I do without feeling the wear and tear of it. To be unpinned, unsubmitted for what seemed like an eternity...because every night I gave my fucking best. For this title, for those people regardless if they booed me or cheered me, I gave my fucking all. What more do I have to achieve as champion? Nothing than watching the days, the weeks, the months continue to tick by while having to face challengers who would only be scratching the very surface of the top tier. Perhaps I’d still have the same fire I felt inside me when I won this belt...hell even the last time I defended it, if I wasn’t stuck dealing with the likes of you; men who will never truly be anything more than a momentary thing in this company. I guess it’s like talking to a brick wall; a man without success ever falling into his hands, success never achieved can’t come to understand the inevitable wilting that comes while sitting on this throne. You’re bound to your challengers, incapable of chasing anything else and their best - even if it’s the peak of mediocrity - will always be what opposes you. Perhaps when your body is laying lifeless, I’ll leave the World Heavyweight Championship beside you. You can cling to it and make it yours, fight to be called the champion and the fate of it all can fall into the hands of faceless men. It most certainly not be your’s because you bested me on this night.

Look at you.

Full of self-pride.

Such a cancerous being.

The fact you even entertain this notion of you and I being on an equal field shows the depths of your delusions. Do you truly believe that someone of your lowly caliber, someone who has done so little in this company but merely stumble his way through nothing more than luck and good fortune, can bring down someone on the precipice of immortality as myself? You unnerved me, you gave me a reason to walk away from that ring with pieces of your brain still attached to the bottom of my boot, but that most certainly doesn’t bring me to your level. I like to think of your actions as a person entering a maze with your reward waiting at the end is me being riled up, full of rage and likely to make countless mistakes because of it. Most people - well basically everyone - walks through the maze realising the mistakes, the dead ends and seek the correct path. Nah, you took a fucking chainsaw and cut yourself a hole from one end to another and now you parade yourself around like you’re the conductor leading the symphony that is the destruction of my career, my reign of “terror” on the Voltage brand. When I talk about desperation? This is perhaps one of the finest examples I can provide and the funny thing about this is, this whole idea of “playing a game” and me “falling into your domain”, is a narrative you’re trying desperately to make work because that’s how I treated you BOTH times we faced. BOTH times we faced I pointed out how much of a dumb cunt you looked like jabbering on and on and fuckin oath it’s the same deal now. Mate, you’re trying something on a bloke who has done it with complete and utter ease for the last year and in cases such as yourself, the poor lad didn’t even realise the unfortunate state he was in until I passed him by. To manipulate me, to make me fall into your hands, you couldn’t do it my way; you couldn’t bring me down the same way I dismantled you. So you did the one thing nobody else did. You did the one thing that even Xavier Williams had enough decency to not do; what so many others challengers - even those Cameron wronged - never did. Perhaps finely manipulating me to exploit emotions that would derail my efforts at King of Elite would have seen me give you the credit, the praise you so desperately crave. This however only highlights the utmost importance that a flog like yourself needs to remain in his place; below me and away from this championship. Everything I’ve achieved, everything I am in this business is enough credentials to settle this idea of superiority but you can blindly wave that away at your own peril like much of what I’ve already said. And you think I won’t show up to this contest without the intention of remaining the absolute peak of the Voltage brand? I could lose all the interest in this business, care even less about holding this championship and I’d STILL be the very best this brand has. Could have no heart, no pashun and STILL make you my god damn bitch inside my god damn fucking ring. What reason - grand or small - is there for anyone to believe that Lars Grier is better? Perhaps this will give you a sense of deja vu as I almost grew ill repeating it myself at Road to Redemption; substance validates such substantial claims...and you with your...unwelcomed failures in 2017 hold so little. Do go on and tell me all about your loosely strung reasons as to why Lars Grier can beat Jamie O’Hara; try and convince me with the meager merit you have piled up to back those insignificant credentials.

“But I’m here without nothing to my name!”

Plenty get their one and often only championship opportunity without anything to their name. They’re only more humble in their opportunity and choose not to foolishly believe they’re as as great as the champion, so incredibly threatening. It happens; from time to time someone stumbles their way to a World Championship opportunity with nothing of worth, of significance to give their claims meaning, substance. They become better...they become wiser from their battles and often return - whether it’s weeks, months or years - and walk away victorious. Perhaps you can find a parallel to those people after your efforts at Road to Redemption but yet it’s not the experience that matters, rather the attitude. They are humble in their approach regardless if it’s the first or second time. You give yourself too much credit; your arrogance defines more than it truly should. You haven’t broken me, Lars. You might have given me a reason to fight, a reason to care and a reason to leave you bloodied and victimised in my ring but broken? Most certainly not; you could be El Landerson and I’d still hold such contempt for my current status as World Heavyweight Champion. Seems like you didn’t listen before rudely interrupting Cameron and I. The space between you and I is grand. No amount of your tiresome bullshit can close the gap to where you and I are remotely on the same level.

And look, if you’re this fucking soft about being “humiliated” then my God you are truly not fit to reign.

Again this ridiculous notion of doomsday. What are you taking away from me, Grier, bar the gold and leather piece that rests on my shoulder? Are you taking away the records I obtained? Are you taking away the awards - the prestigious awards - I won only weeks ago? Are you taking away my first ballot Hall of Fame place? Are you taking away ANYTHING else I achieved during this reign? No, you’re not. You’re taking away the World Heavyweight Championship but by this point I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve got nothing to be disappointed about. You can take my World Heavyweight Championship but we both know you’re just going to play a secondary act in someone else’s story here on Voltage. Your future with this title - the moment you touch it - is clear for the world to see and it’s far bleaker than you wish to admit. Maybe King of Elite will be doomsday but certainly not for myself. I’ll walk off into the sunset, get married and return refreshed, reinvigorated for my third reign as World Champion, perhaps break my own record, further cement my legacy. The latter is certainly not tarnished in the wake of defeat. But for you? Victory starts the clock and it will slowly tick away, as painful as it could possibly be. You know your end before it even begins.

Imagine knowing an end, an inevitability that you cannot avoid. I could never imagine such pain. Especially when someone as weak, as fragile in the mind as you will once again become an afterthought in the end.

And I’ll sit back, sipping on pina fuckin coladas knowing you’re only ever going to be a fraction of the champion, the legend that I am today.
Keelan
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 7:02 am by Keelan
Darkane I feel as if though you are going to have some sort of superiority complex hitting you hard real soon. In fact, I want to wager that it might begin this weekend at King of Elite. You have a lot of momentum behind you but it is not going to get you as far as you think it will. Again, I feel like I need to mention this once more because even you yourself brought it up with each Dynasty member you have fought and defeated. Dynasty isn’t as good as it once was. The amount of talent it had there at the beginning of this season soon died out. Your career began on Showdown and you managed to begin to make a statement on that show. You started getting wins under your belt and eventually managed to have your first championship match. Hell, you were in the final three of that 24/7 battle royal at Pain For Pride X. At the draft, you were one of, if not the best, young rookie prospects Dynasty brought on board and you stuck through the tough times it faced over the next six months. But you want to know why I think you decided to stick through it? And you want to know why I think that what you’ve done this year, while impressive on first glance, wasn’t really all that impressive at all? I think it’s because you knew the show was falling by the wayside. With every Dynasty warrior that fell, it gave you more of an opportunity to shine. One by one, Dynasty members faded away. With every man that fell, your name began to pick up in conversation. This.... this is the guy! This is the individual that’s going to be Dynasty’s next big thing! It probably gave you the confidence to win that Hardcore Championship you currently possess within your grasp, and it probably gave you the distinct honour of winning Rookie of the Year for 2017. Would you be in your position right now if Dynasty still had the firepower it once had? Who’s to say, really. One thing I feel is for certain is that I feel your success has been of a coincidence. However, these are just assumptions. Who am I to berate your year and pull it apart piece by piece. What have I done that is of any recognition, right? What have I done that fucking matters? With these assumptions I have just made though, I want to challenge you to something Darkane. I want you to prove me wrong at King of Elite. I would like for you to show me why exactly you are the Rookie of the Year. I would like for you to stand toe to toe with me and show me - an incredibly experienced and insanely dangerous wrestler in the hardcore environment - why you are the EAW Hardcore Champion right now. I always want to be as clear as I can when I want my opponents to prove me wrong, so please I really hope you can at King of Elite. But, I just want you to know right now, that with everything you’ve said that I will attempt to address momentarily, I’m not going to be stepping aside or not be on my A-game come this Triple Threat match. I want you to expect the man I’m sure you’ve watched go the length with Jamie O’Hara at Road to Redemption. I want you to expect the man that went through hell and back in his career threatening 3 Stages of Hell affair with Kenny Drake. But, just to let you know, when you expect that side of me, do not expect to know what my gameplan is. You might think you have a strategy to deal with me, but I can assure you right now that I am an unpredictable individual. You’ll see.

No, I’m not over here trying to play mind games as you suggest, Darkane. I’m over here just trying to simply state facts. Pizza Boy, Nasir Escobar, whatever. They’re great, but they’re also very lucky too. I was just addressing what I’ve witnessed with my own two eyes as I watch Dynasty week after week and assess the downfall of that unfortunate brand. If I really am talking to the master of mind games, then when do I get to play? You make a living out of it? You sure? As of right now, you haven’t said anything that I haven’t already heard a million times. I challenged you to throw something at me to throw my mindset off but you failed at it, just as I suspected you would. I see right through you. Nobody sees me as the winner of this match? I know that better than anybody, mother fucker. Why do you think I’m over here trying to prove the entire fucking world that I BELONG in the main event scene here in EAW? Way to contradict yourself by the way saying that I’m only here because Voltage needed a representative and that I also earned my way to my position. Way to go, buddy. No, I don’t want a fucking merit badge, I want a fucking world championship. You’re taking my words way out of proportion and it’s making you look like kind of an idiot. I’m not owed anything when I simply want to attempt to be the face of a company one last time before I decide to fade away into retirement for good. Congratulations for bringing up my past failures. Bravo, lad. Allow me to repeat myself again - failures help mould me to a more sturdy competitor. Unlike the majority of any sportsman in the world, I welcome failure. I want to face failure as much as I want to face success. You know why? It’s because it’s how I evolve, Darkane. Yes, evolution. We all need to evolve as we progress through the days and the months and the years to follow in this business. If we don’t, we simply cannot survive. Trends change all the time. People want to see high-flyers and small dudes as main event talent one month, and then they want to see big, brolic fuckers with a steroid addiction as the main event talent the next. I’m not saying I’m trying to evolve into a 300 pound muscular man. I’m saying that I switch my game up in order to figure out how to defeat those guys. I managed to survive through Apocalypse Diemos at one point this season on two occasions because I learned how to adapt to his style. So, please, for the love of god, if you’re able to read, please do so. I don’t want to have to repeat myself constantly throughout this week before our eventual meeting. I’m not saying I deserve a break, Darkane, but I am stating that I deserve to BE in the position I am in right now. You want to know why I haven’t made room for another bloke who hasn’t gotten the chance at the top title? It’s because nobody here on Voltage, besides maybe one or two guys, deserves that fucking honour. My entire goal in the King of Elite tournament was to BE the Voltage rep at King of Elite because I couldn’t allow Voltage to have an embarrassing rep in the main event of one of this company’s biggest shows of the whole calendar year. Did you see some of the blokes that were in this tournament? Ryan Wilson, El Ironico, Cody Marshall. Could you seriously imagine Cody Marshall being in the position I am in right now? Shit man, I would have asked for a trade to another show if he did the unthinkable. I did manage to face two individuals that I felt maybe did deserve to go to the King of Elite Finals in Harvey Yorke and Cameron Ella Ava. With that, I challenged both of them to prove me wrong in defeating me to advance, but they couldn’t do it. You know why? Because I’m the best fucking thing this brand has got going aside from the world champion himself. And if you think that I’m going to be the man to eat the pin at King of Elite, then you’re even dumber than you look. I hope you realize that the pain I inflict onto your body will be something you’ll be feeling for weeks, but the biggest pain of them all is the emotional one when it will be YOU eating the pin with me hooking the leg.

Fuckwit.

You know what Theron, perhaps I was mistaken. Maybe you haven’t changed at all. Maybe you still are the same Theron Nikolas from Pain For Pride X that had that entire battle royal shaking in their boots. The reason I acted like you fell off is because, well, you did. I mean, didn’t you? Like me, chance after chance after chance but you were just unable to capture that glory. You could smell the sweet scent of championship gold, but you didn’t have the chance to taste it. It’s a shitty feeling, right lad? I mean yeah, you did have him beat, but the final result still remains the same. I had Jamie O’Hara beat at Road to Redemption, but alas, here I am with no championship. It’s refreshing to hear someone being able to relate to me like you do, Theron. The more I hear from you and the more I speak about you, the more it makes me realize that our paths are so damn similar. It’s a story in the making, right? Having to tell this story over and over can be daunting. Having to repeat yourself to different opponents every week in an attempt to get it through their head that, “yes okay I haven’t accomplished or achieved a championship here.” Could you imagine five, ten, twenty years from now, people could be talking about either one of us doing the unthinkable and finally catching that break they so desperately were soughting after for so long. Doesn’t that shit just motivate you to succeed? I know it does for me. I love when people get to talking about me. It gets my motor going, pal. It makes me want to beat a cunt up and not slow down for anything. But here’s my point. My assumption probably was wrong, sure. Maybe you haven’t changed, and perhaps that is a good thing. But… is being the same Theron Nikolas a good thing too? As I just explained to Darkane, shouldn’t you be evolving as you progress through your career to adapt and learn? Isn’t that how we begin to experience more and more success? Isn’t that how we begin to build up more confidence and self-awareness? It’s how I’ve gotten better at least. You might say that it’s different for you. Darkane might say that it’s different for him. I’ve had past opponents say that exact thing, and I defeated them. All of them. Not a single man managed to top me when they said that. But in the end, I can’t change who you are, so who am I to bring this up, eh?

So, if I use failure as a motivation, and you use fear as a motivation, perhaps we are polar opposites in this war to come, and perhaps that is what will make this bout so enjoyable for everybody to watch. Let’s be real, people see you and they see me as two of the most hard working individuals on this entire roster, not just for our own respective brands. You might be the favourite to win the match, but I’m not far behind. I don’t care for odds, but if I’m considered anything more than an underdog then I want to prove everybody wrong to show that yes - Keelan is a man who is READY for the milestone that is being the King of Elite. So no, I will not get the fuck out of your way. I will be stepping up for you Theron as long as you will do the same back for me. Let us see which one of us deserves this more, eh? Fuck Darkane man. A threat he may be, but I’d be much happier if it is either of us winning this thing. I’m glad you know what you’re going to bring to the table, but I hope you’re ready for me to knock it all off.

THE KILLER HAS SPOKEN.
Stark
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 2nd 2018, 12:51 am by Stark
King of Elite 3


Dear Jesus, I know we don’t talk much, and when we do it’s me telling people you don’t exist, but please use your divine knowledge to tell me how many times I need to whack this mole to put her back in her wretched whole once and for all. How many fucking times am I supposed to sit here and listen to Sheridan Muller say the same thing over and over and over and over again? Father God, by what will of the devil was such a tumor of a human being inflicted upon our existence? One who holds no respect for the deceased - both one close to all of us here, not to mention her additional tasteless use of the phrase that marks a period in time where six million human beings were slaughtered for no other reason than the creed they were born into. Forget this one terrible year of her’s, Sheridan Muller must have had the shittiest fucking childhood ever! How, how, how are you just such an irredeemable cunt? How, in your twenties, after being in this industry for so long, after seeing and experiencing things the average human never will - HOW have you not only not grown one damn bit as a person, but also somehow regressed past the point of your initial status as the imposing beast who knew no more than two words; “German Efficiency”, to who you are now. I’m just in shock and awe of the fact that you’ve somehow gone lower than German Efficiency. So what, you compensate for the lack of you shouting German Efficiency forty times a promo by re-telling the story of your life in that same boring droning you subject us to every time you speak? That’s the “new and improved” Sheridan Muller? You traded repetitive yet at the very least original nonsense for this? Please fucking bring back German Efficiency. I used to love the days when I would at least laugh with - no, at you, but still. Those were happier days. Now I’m just, I don’t even know really, confused? Like THIS is THAT Sheridan? You were on the poster for Road to Redemption just last year weren’t you - well, technically two years ago now, but you get my point. I was expecting top of the line stuff. I was expecting to be blown back and amazed. Instead, I find you here just like every other run of the mill mediocre wannabe GOAT, with an ego bigger than the Sun itself and the same amount of backing to it - an infinite amount of dark matter, an infinite amount of nonexistence, cloaked by length but filled with NOTHING. Damn that was some philosophical shit.

I mean really Sher, before I even try and figure out what you’re trying to say - just ask yourself, is it something you’ve already said this week? Is it something important? Something that matters to me, to Cameron, to this match in general? Does your shitty year matter to me? No. Do the torturous woes you have faced matter to me? No. Does anything about the almighty Sheridan Elsa Muller matter to me apart from the fact that you’re going to be stepping into the ring with me at King of Elite for one reason and one reason only? NO! I don’t care about Cailin! I don’t care about Alexis! I don’t care about Kendra! THEY. DON’T. MATTER. STOP. BRINGING. THEM. UP. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME. YOU. SPEAK! You god damn heathen! You braindead mongrel! You like that one - I know something in the inner parts of your fucked up head started going off once Ares called you a mongrel before The Shrine. What’s your obsession with the past? Why is it that everything you stand on, every ounce of credibility you have, is all from the year 2016? Man, people aren’t even the same after one night, after one hard match, and you’re trying to tell me that beating those three exiled elitists, being The Last Vixen or whatever the fuck that buzzword you use is, and what, holding a World Championship TWO years ago - which is the only credibility you hold - is enough to make me quiver in my boots? THAT’S what justifies your superiority complex? Was getting fired from EAW not enough of a wakeup call? Was returning with your head held high only for the fans and all your peers to slap your stupid face back down to reality not enough of a wakeup call? What is it going to take for you to change your ways? Like honestly, after all you’ve already lost, after all you’ve already been through, losing the Openweight Championship match isn’t even going to scratch the surface of the worst things to have happened to you!

I’ve learned from my failures Sher. That’s why I don’t get when people point them out or scrutinize them, because trust me, I’m the first to get on top of my bullshit and work all that out. It goes all the way back to 2014 if I’m remembering correctly - sorry we don’t all have the memories of narcissistic elephants like you do Sher, and I’m sure all the dope hasn’t helped, but ya know, I’m doing what I can. I’m always adapting to my environment, I’m always improvising new things, and this is in every aspect of my career as a wrestler. That’s why while your success was nearly instantaneous, destroying everyone in your path off the bat, having one of the best rookie and sophomore runs this company has ever see - you’ve fallen so far. You’ve fallen so far that the Openweight Championship is the ONLY title opportunity you’ve received in a year. You’ve fallen so far that you’re in a spot where you’re so insecure about your ability to capture this championship that all you can hopelessly do is scream to the world that you’re going to do it, that Sheridan Elsa Muller is going to return to top form where she had not only the Vixen’s division, but all of EAW on notice. Now, frankly, you’re a laughing stock. You’re a joke. You’re even more fragile than a shell of your former self. So, back to my point, I may not have had the fastest rise to the top, and considering I was already a 4 year veteran in this industry when I first came to EAW, it wasn’t exactly groundbreaking that I had captured the New Breed Championship in my first few months. I was always dreaming bigger, and for me, that ultimate goal was the National Elite Championship, which took me 3 damn years to capture. Slow and steady wins the race Sher, you’re so well-versed in cliches that I’d thought for sure the most basic one of them all would be some sort of a guiding light for you. That’s why I’m walking into King of Elite for my fifth title match since just my return, looking for the opportunity that isn’t going to redeem some horrible fate I’ve suffered like poor old Sheridan Muller. This redemption is to validate my entire career by chasing the one belt I haven’t held in four years - a World Championship.

Look Sher, I’m really just about done with your verbose bullshit. Yeah cool you know more words - that you totally look up before you speak, just saying - so you can go ahead and call me illiterate. Anything else in that department Sher? Are we going to sit down, have tea, and discuss the declining value of the euro? Like sorry, if I wanted to get judged on the words I use rather than what they mean, I’d still be in college right? Get the fuck over yourself Sher. You’re so out of touch with what actually matters that there’s just no hope left for you. You’ve come back to square one on Empire after failing on the other brands, and the most hilarious fucking part about that is you have some sort of Cameron, who not only has accomplished more in the Vixen’s division than you have, but, she’s out here representing Voltage right? Did you do anything like that in your great tour of EAW? Did you get to claim yourself as anything other than an overhyped failure, just like you are now, and just like you’re going to be at King of Elite. I started this week with wary caution of you Sher, to the point where I was actually kind of scared by the prospect of having to compete against you. It took all of ten words to come out of your mouth for me to realize the sweet irony in the fact that the great Sheridan Muller has crumpled into nothing more than a torn up brochure for the marquee event once headlined by her name. How’s it feel being second fiddle to fucking Haruna Sakazaki? Because at this point, your friends in The Axis are more relevant and more of a threat than you are, Sher. The primary concern isn’t that the once-exceptional Sheridan Muller is going to run her way through Stark and Cam the way she did through divisions of time past, the primary concern is that The Axis is gonna show up and ruin it for everyone.

Then you’re going to sit here and run a thousand justifications about how I’M wrong. Idiot.
hbg
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 11:20 pm by hbg
DI CONSENTES PROMO


(The scene opens in a fancy cafe in France where Cameron Ella Ava and The Heart Break Gal are seen sitting across each other with a table between them. Cameron wears a blue jacket over her street clothes, sitting comfortably, and the Heart Break Gal wears a coat over her cocktail dress with her legs crossed. Cameron takes a sip of her cup of tea before setting it down on the table, while HBG's coffee is next to her hand. They both laugh and giggle, enjoying their conversation)


Heart Break Gal: Well, it's confirmed. We are royally fucked at King of Elite.


Cameron Ella Ava: What do you mean? Well, it's more work than we signed up for, but we are who we are after all...


Heart Break Gal: Oh, god, you think I'm worried about having two matches for each of us? God no. My agent called me and said that I'll have to look for another outfit because the glossy white tank top that I had her order wasn't available. Can you believe this bitch? I should fire her. 


Cameron Ella Ava: I don't think its logical to fire your agent just because the top is sold out, I'm sure you'll have plenty of others to choose from.


Heart Break Gal: Cam, listen to me, King of Elite will be the night that we both walk out with not one but TWO titles each. It's an event for kings, but we will play the game as goddesses who bow down to no one. In a matter of days, our names will be etched in our respective titles. Me as EAW Champion, you as the Openweight Champion... Don't you think we should both be best dressed during that?


Cameron Ella Ava: Claudia, we can both wear a piece of rag during our matches and I have no doubt we can still win them...


Heart Break Gal: Cam, why do you make such good points? And you don't even have to be mean to do it! You're making me look bad!


Cameron Ella Ava: Well, I've always been the level-headed one between us. This is why we work so well together, I take logical steps and stop you whenever you try to self-destruct! We did take out everyone in the Grand Prix... Aren't you worried though about the High Rollerz? They seem to believe that they have that title on lock...


Heart Break Gal: Oh, Cameron, don't even start with that. In a span of a year they have been Champion three times, don't you see what's so fucking abormal about that? It means they have lost their title twice, they are doing the opposite of having the title on lock because they couldn't even keep the damn thing with them for five fucking mintues, and it's only a matter of time 'til history repeats itself and it happens again. They have always been pawns in someone else's game, and despite their dedication to the tag team division, two people with a legend status or their fucking younger versions can just swoop in and take the titles from them in a heart beat if they wanted to. The High Rollerz are basically the shelves that you put the title on when no one important is holding it, and if its needed again by two people that have a story to tell and need the titles to tell it, then no doubt about it they will just be a couple of goons with no gold to grasp in their hands. Collectively they want to seem unstoppable, but any two people can form a unit and be unstoppable. Look at us, Cameron. Look at everything we have done in this company and for this company. We have both competed as a team with other people and as individual wrestlers, and time and time again, despite the trials and tribulations, we stand at the top of a pedestal. We have had our individual accomplishments. We have had our grand matches that we're so proud of despite the results of it, and at the end of the day no matter what they say, we are two goddesses that banded together to fight off those who stood in our way. All the haters. All the non-believers. WE turn them all into worshippers because are capable of doing so. Now tell me, can the High Rollerz fight those who stood in their way without losing again the next day? No, they can't, because you can't simply say you're great as a team when you couldn't work as an individual, that would just mean you're relying on the strength of the other to boost your own. We believe in our own strengths, that's why we are more than capable of handling two matches with the same confidence of winning, and its exactly the reason why we don't need each other's involvement in our individual matches unlike the High Rollerz. They mask the fact that they will cry over the idea of facing legends and main eventers with their need for each other... they need each other to feel better about it, because that's the only way they'd have a chance of winning. And I don't want to make it seem like they're downright pathetic... but they're downright pathetic. I don't even want to look at them.


Cameron Ella Ava: I know, I know, its gut-wrenching. But we HAVE to do this! Maybe if you have an idea who they are individually, you'll totally get it.


Heart Break Gal: I can't even tell them apart. Which one is Davidson and which one is Ripley? In their last video, they look alike and sound alike... So what gives? 


Cameron Ella Ava: Let me begin with probably my least favorite member of The High Rollerz - Jack Ripley. I mean, it was a tough break for him, so close to making it to the finals of the King of Elite Tournament. All of that ruined thanks to some bitch who couldn’t stay in her lane? I mean, does he even remember her name? I don’t know, but I bet she’s great to be around. I bet she’d be a greater champion than him or David combined. I mean, how dare he say that we, Di Consentes are a waste of time? They should be fortunate enough to have received this match. If it weren’t for us, odds are, they wouldn’t be on the King of Elite card. They wouldn’t even be touching the preshow like they did at Pain for Pride? Or even in last years King of Elite! Man, Jack and David should high five each other, hug their wives because they fucking made it! They’ve finally not irrelevant losers in a dead Division. By the end of the night, everyone should remember who Jack Ripley is. They should, but would they want too? It’s not as generic and boring as David Davidson, but I bet he hears that all the time. Jack is making a huge mistake with thinking that we don’t care about this Unified Tag Team Championship Match. It is almost a slap to my face that he would think that this title match is nothing to be concerned for. Considering that he thinks you and I are a waste of his time, do you we expect him to to put as much effort at all? I mean, we’re not RoViper or The Triumvirate, but as those teams have faded to oblivion, we are still here and we have gold in our minds. I mean, one title on my shoulder and another on the other shoulder. I mean, I don’t think anyone has done that since Dynamite Rain. We are beyond the generic tag team they have faced from in 2017. We are not the generic Grand Prix trash that they faced with Matt Squared. If they’re expecting for Matt Miles and Matt Ryder to walk out the curtain at King of Elite, then I’m sorry to disappoint them, but it’s never going to happen. I’m surprised that these two are not concerned about ANOTHER tag team made from individuals coming and taking their titles. These two should be shaking in their boots. If we’re talking about casino talk, they shouldn’t bet all their chips. That is almost like an automatic loss with them. To guys like The High Rollerz, we’re just another tag team who is destined to fail. I mean, don’t people say the same thing about them? Yet, they’re left still standing. Every team has had their share of bickering in the past, but are The High Rollerz perfect as they seem? Are they going to pretend that they never clashed with one another after things do not go their way? It is so difficult to believe that Jack never wanted to cave Davidson’s head through the canvas! If he does not eventually, I’ll do that in behalf of of him.


Heart Break Gal: Well, at least give me SOME of the work!


Cameron Ella Ava: Oh, don't worry Claudia, there's one more of these gremlins...


Heart Break Gal: Oh, yippee!


Cameron Ella Ava: Let me move on to David Davidson - what a smart individual he is! It’s our chance to make history, Claudia! I mean, he totally gets it! Yeah, like no shit, sherlock. Of course, this moment is fucking important to us. Constantly, we are trying to carry on the high from 2017. We are doing our mission to become some of the best women wrestlers on the planet. Just like him and Jack have aspirations of being the best tag team on planet Earth. I mean, not even being considered for Tag Team of the Decade must have gotten under their skin! Just like I pointed out to Jack, their reign as Tag Team Champions happened in this event last year. It is almost a year since people started to pay attention to The High Rollerz! I mean, wow! They were a tag team for a year! They held that gold for a majority of 2017 and that is something we have to prevent, Claudia. That is something that cannot happen in 2018. I mean, who wants to see another boring High Rollerz Tag Team Title Reign? I mean, who has the stomach to digest another one of those? Do you? I don’t. I got no issue with him or Jack being a tag team for about a year now. The one thing I have an issue is why they kept a Division so dead for about a year? I thought the Grand Prix would be the lucky shot of reviving the Tag Division, instead, it left it in a drought. I mean, NONE of these teams stayed together. We are the Bollocks faded to the background of Voltage. Plus, there is no one who has even gave a damn about poor David and Jack and their feelings! They want to prove that they are the best tag team in wrestling! They cannot prove if it there is no FUCKING TEAM AROUND HERE! Look, no one cares. The only pay people seem to pay attention to them is when there is some dream team that takes them on. I do commend David and Jack for carrying the Division for as long as they have. I relate to them on that level, so the sympathy is there. What I hope for this match is that it promotes the Tag Division to the best of its abilities. I want to go out there, steal the show and make history. This will be said a million times, but who has that kind of time, Claudia? I mean, do The High Rollerz have the right to call themselves the best tag team if there’s no one around to help them back up the claim? I mean, I should really send my sincerest apologies to David Davidson, I mean it must suck to be ignored. It must suck when the woman you love- wait, wrong promo. The point is that it’s not my fault that I have a Japanese Samurai, a German Nazi and two Casino Cronies to face in one week. At least, I’m responding. At least, I am giving them my time now, but they should be concerned about the time they have left with those titles because they’re going to belong to us after King of Elite.


Heart Break Gal: It's not even a fucking question. We are winning the Unified Tag Team Titles.


Cameron Ella Ava: I still can't believe they're self-promoting in a dead Tag Division, we are better than that.


Heart Break Gal: Oh no, I am not like the High Rollerz who makes it seem like they actually give a fuck what happens in this division even when they're the only ones playing in it, I am blunt about doing this for my own gain, for gold to be added on my already existing list of gold... I honestly thought this was all written in our wikipedia! 


Cameron Ella Ava: It is, but people see us and they think we just smile and wave, and that we're leading some kind of revolution...


Heart Break Gal: Idiots. Only Di Consentes matters. What I'm saying is, not a single nerve in me cares what happens in the Tag Team Division. We didn't join the Grand Prix to build a fucking Empire, other women have already ruined the name "Empire" for us enough, we joined the Grand Prix to dominate, to shatter dreams and to eventually make it to the finish line so we can tear more opponents down once we win the Unified Tag Team Championships. Somewhere along the way, two people will form a tag team in hopes of challenging us and taking away our prize, and in response we bash their faces in as we wear a smirk in ours and make them regret the day they decided to team up and speak ill of us... because the fact that you have been denying, the fact that we keep drilling into everyone's skulls, is that we are the greatest athletes this company has known and will ever know... we can cross territories, we can outmaneuver any type of opponents like it's second nature to us. Now, facing the High Rollerz, what do we have to fear?


Cameron Ella Ava: Nothing at all. We are winning our matches. All of it.


Heart Break Gal: That's exactly what's on my mind. Here's to our four title belts by the end of King of Elite.


(HBG raises her cup of coffee, as Cameron raises her cup too)


Cameron: And to reigning as Goddesses.


(The two clink their cups together and laugh. Camera fades to black as Cam and HBG move on to another topic for discussion)
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