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Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 11:18 pm by hbg
Oh, how rewarding. I sit on a throne of blood and roses, watching from afar all that has transpired, and all the marks and footsteps that were left behind, one after another, remarkably the most recent one that I'm afraid that I can never take back -- the decision to gun for the Championship over my trust for my former comrade Tiberius Jones. I have won against him and that waste of air Ryan Marx, and it was the win that caused a standing ovation from the crowd, it was the day that the Heart Break Gal made history as the first woman to become EAW Champion! It shook the ground of the Land of Elite because what they deemed impossible happened right before their very eyes, and now I am not only a four-time Vixens Champion, I am not only a Hall of Famer, but I also am the EAW Champion. But ofcourse the long fruitful reign of the queen won't look strong if there weren't challengers that tries to force open the gates to the peaceful kingdom, and Tiberius Jones shows up the first chance he gets to fill that void. He is somewhere out there spending the holidays with his fellow hobos as they get drunk in the streets, begging for scraps and waiting for the day when he gets his rematch that he is never going to win. Why does he even deserve a rematch? Why is he allowed to exist in my presence? Brian Daniels should have banned his autistic ass and threw him out of the arena! Tiberius Jones is a thief who has no place in the squared circle. He stole my EAW Championship and god knows what else has he stolen from all the other roster members? How do you know that he hasn't pawned your cars already or took cash from your wallets, like the scum that he is? For gods sake, he would prance around to the point of intentional disqualification, or ensure that I am rid of by pushing me off a ladder during the title matches we've had, because that's what cowards like him do! No one believed me when I told the world who he really is. No one stuck by me for they believe that his words are gospel just because he represents Showdown as the EAW Champion, but one fateful night changed it all. I became Champion and I not only took his place, but I ensured the world knew it was me who did it. Now that he has nothing, no one stops to listen to him anymore, no one takes his words to value anymore. Now he pursues the title he claims he shouldn't have lost, why? For not getting pinned nor forced into submission at Kingsroad? It was the very idea that he dismissed when I was fighting for it a few weeks ago, now on a normal day, I would tell him to fuck off and drown in his misery, but since I am the kind of Champion that forgivingly, openly accepts challengers who want to embarrass themselves by getting beaten down by a girl half their weight, I would say bring it the fuck on. Forget the fact that TJ let his guard down. For get that he was made to look like a clueless little bitch when I leaped and landed on Marx for the deciding pin, Tiberius Jones can challenge me over and over again, and I will ensure he falls flat on his face every single fucking time. 

Right now, Tiberius, you can go ahead and tell me how terrible I'll be as the one who represents this godforsaken brand, because at this point, your words are nothing but air that just passes through my ears. Without the EAW Championship, you are nothing but a clown who only exists to make his jokes.. The kids will laugh, the adults will be amused, but you know deep down that this is nothing but a dead end. This rematch is the only light at the end of the tunnel... you even have a foolproof plan that will lead you to victory, and that is to use the same tactic that you did before that ALMOST worked: a ladder, thinking that somehow I'd fall for the same trick twice. You really are a fucking clown. But let me make one thing perfectly clear, Tiberius: What you see as my weakness through a ladder match based on ONE event is no indication of my abilities and in turn your inevitable loss. I will do whatever it takes with my title on the line, I took a hard fall before, but through that I could still take a leap, and right now I will certainly do whatever it takes to first and foremost keep the title around my waist. You have reigned long enough for people to remember that there was once upon a time a Tiberius Jones in the roster list, but it's time to let the world know that it's the Heart Break Gal that caused that name to fade away as she obliterates him and his future chances. The Heart Break Gal will continue her fruitful reign as EAW Champion, while you will be the one stuck on the floor unable to move wondering what went wrong, as I run off celebrating with another standing ovation from the crowd.
Lars Grier
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 11:13 pm by Lars Grier
 KING OF ELITE PROMO #2

 You’re right.

At King of Elite, I’m not facing the same man who I faced on Voltage. I’m not facing the same champion I walked into the chamber with at Road to Redemption. I’m not even facing the same man I saw two weeks ago, three weeks ago. No, instead I’m seeing something else. A different vibe, an aura of omnipotent danger hangs above me as your grand threats become more and more personal, more inclined to hurt me and only me. You’re absolutely right on that, Jamie, for I am not facing the King of Bullets, Fortissimus, or even the World Heavyweight Champion - I’m going against Jamie O’Hara. No names attached, no invincible persona or demeanor…..just the raw truth that lies within all of that. Jamie O’Hara, born December 4th, 1985. Jamie O’Hara, the kid who grew up in Melbourne Australia, honing his craft in hopes of one day ending up a legend just like ao many others before him. Jamie O’Hara, the man who found love even inside this hellish hate-filled business that we live, breathe, and die for. Jamie O’Hara, the man who watched that very same beloved torn to pieces by a man covered in face paint, glass exploding in a beautiful display as she slumped down to the ground, lying in her own personal pool of blood. A mental image never to be forgotten, forever imprinted within your mind; a mental scar that will never go away: the day you had truly felt pain. It’s a memory that will never fade from the limelight, despite you trying your hardest to combat it, to make it go away. The pain. The anger. The sorrow. It all replays in your head like a tape, subconsciously playing in the back of your mind…...a never-ending pain. That’s who I’m facing this week. No more the smoke and mirrors, the mirages and facades. Gone the matters of kingdoms and castles, even the World Heavyweight Championship has become null to you. That’s right - I’m battling the true Jamie O’Hara. Untethered to matters of responsibility and care, is a man who has been hurt by me so much that he is willing to throw everything away, everything he had in his possession - his status, his kingdom, his crown, and his gold - all for the sake of beating me within an inch of my life. You don’t even care by this point, do you? You don’t care what happens at the end as long as you hand me scars that will last me forever, reminding me of who I am and what I did to you. Wow, O’Hara. I never expected you to go this far just in order to make me suffer in that ring. As a matter of speaking, I’m actually honored you’d do such a thing. A grin spreads across my face as you say this, knowing that I was able to make you feel true pain to the point where nothing else in the world matters except for me. You’ll come down and stoop to my level all because of the pain I caused you. A ludicrous plan? Maybe, but it’s certainly noble of you to fight for the honor of her, and for your own personal agenda. Even as you’re backed against a corner, my eyes glistening in the night, my talons ready to strike, you still find the time to try and attempt to reach into my mind and play games with it. But by this point, you’ve asked me the same goddamn questions ten times in a row with only the slightest of differences in wording. My past it all you can talk about, isn’t it? That’s all you really have against me. My past failures, miniature successes compared to the grand falls that I have taken over the course of this year. That’s why I can’t defeat you, right? I couldn’t possibly achieve the impossible, end your record-breaking Championship reign to shock the world, right? Man...you really are a fucking hypocrite. Tell me this, Jamie - What happened when you lost that precious EAW title at King of Elite 2015 to the man you could never defeat? What happened after that? What was going through your head, how did you cope? Don’t worry, I know what you’re going to say, so there’s no need to give an answer to those questions. It was a rhetorical question and when you ask me how do I cope with each loss I take, we’re both going to give the same fucking answer: When I lose, I go back home, and I sit and wait. I take time to process what has happened, before I go back to recollect my thoughts and composure. I find what I did wrong, then I revert back to training. Working. Fighting. A grind that will never stop, a grind that continues to flow as I stand on this green earth. I work every day to right the wrongs of the past so that when the time comes that I’m faced with another situation like this, I’m prepared and I fight. I fight harder than I’ve ever fought before, so that in the end I can be the one to stand after the dust has settled. Did you not do the same? Each time you took a loss against him, it was on a far, far grander scale each and every time. Didn't you do the same? Didn’t you stop wallowing in your misery and go back to work, so that when the opportunity arose again, you’d be ready? Did you not strive? Did you not fight? Or are you just going to come up with another bullshit excuse as you’ve done to my other questions? 


Bullshit excuse - the one I heard from you when I brought up those matches you couldn’t win by your own accord. “I did those things because I enjoyed it.” Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that in your filthy echo chambers. You’re a sadistic man, right? That’s why you did those things, just for the fun of it. It was fun, right? Being greeted with the hate from the people of pthis universe, the people who once adored you. That anger and rage flowing into you, did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy as your music was drowned out by the bashful and spite of the EAW Universe? At the end of the day, actions speak volumes, Jamie, and yours tell us that you’re on your last legs. Your integrity, fighting spirit and ability has dwindled ever since you became the Champion at Grand Rampage. Your fire has dwindled, and eventually, it will go out just like the rest. How does a man go from retaining his World title in a match  of the year candidate at Pain for Pride, to barely managing to escape from Chris Elite, by the skin of your teeth in one of the most pathetic displays in the entirety of professional wrestling? Oh yeah, you know I have you beat there, seeing as when I brought up that “victory” at Shock Value, you suddenly backed off and said “I embrace hypocrisy, why don’t you?” Why don’t I? It’s so I don’t make the mistake like you did and base an entire point about me being desperate, shameless of the fact that you were - if not MORE desperate than me just a few months ago. The shaky platform you stand on doesn’t support you anymore. That crown, that championship isn’t enough to keep you afloat. You act like you’re supposedly superior to me when in reality you’re standing on my level. Do you know why you’ve fallen to these depths? Is there enough brainpower up there to process the fact that you aren’t the same man you were all those months before? It’s because of me. I cut your legs out from under you so you fell into my world, my domain. I’ve made you so incensed, so riled up as the anger and the rage pours out of you like a rushing river to a waterfall. I got you where you stand today because I orchestrated this: I know what must be done in order to get under the skin of someone like you, and that is to expose their one, true weakness. The singular dent, the one hole in the armor - I exploited it to bring out the Jamie O’Hara I always knew existed….the human within. You call me a false prophet but I knew from the very moment that we first met, that there was a weakness to you. Everyone has one, even me. It’s just the matter of who manages to use it, and that’s what I did. In order to prove my truth, I pushed you out of your comfort zone and to your breaking point to show you all what I had preached all those months ago: There are no gods. No monsters. Nothing divine, nor hellish. There are no devils or gods among men, only man, and it is he who makes miracles. That’s what I have in front of you today: A human Jamie O’Hara who has felt pain unlike anything he’s ever experienced. With emotions, with feelings and the doubt lingering in his mind. Not so false now, am I? No, I speak the truth, and the truth is that Jamie O’Hara isn’t invincible.. He isn’t untouchable. He doesn’t even care about his own championship anymore after what I did to him. 


Just like us, he will bleed.


And he will fall. 

Even now, you still lie. You lie through your teeth, into my face, so expect those teeth to be knocked down your fucking throat. The lies that I can’t accept my faults, that I’m too afraid to embrace them for what they are and face them. The truth is though, is not that I can’t, but that I haven’t. Because I haven’t, I’ve paid deadly prices. King of Elite just over a year ago. Gold Mine. Pain for Pride. Road to Redemption - all were the end results of me not answering the burning questions and facing what I’ve always dreaded to face: my mistakes. But that…those were times of the past. Tonight, I’m shedding my skin and I’ll humble you, Jamie. I’ll answer your question and address my issues, because it’s about fucking time. Within me, there lies a heart of determination, desire, and fury. But sometimes, that drive turns into something else, something worse. Arrogance. Delusions of grandeur, the thoughts of what lies at the end of the rainbow without ever truly preparing myself for the actual battle. I talked shit, on and on, driving myself to push harder, but when I look back on those days I could see my words of defiance had become mad ramblings from an individual without a damn clue of what he was getting into. I thought becoming The Raven would fix me, fix my problems and start me on the path to glory but those were just dreams that I could never reach. Each defeat taking larger tolls as time passed by me like the wind. When Road to Redemption came, there wasn’t a depression that fell onto me - it was stunned silence. Disappointment. Anger. I didn’t talk for an entire week because I needed to rethink and regroup. I could have given up right then and there. I could have said “fuck it” and left without making my mark on history but that flame inside of me still raged on. It continued, burning and pushing me to train and fight harder than I’ve ever fought before. I fought with my life behind me at Shock Value, proved the world wrong and came out of that chapter the victor. As I stand, I’m not holding onto any delusions. I’m not holding onto my arrogance or a false hope - I’m done with that shit. If I were deluded, then you wouldn’t have proved my point of only there being humans in this world, no gods or monsters. If I held onto a false hope, I wouldn’t have dragged you down to my level and made you sacrifice everything that mattered to you all for a night where you can take that hatred out, pouring it onto me like melting lava. You said it yourself, didn’t you? Nothing else matters, all will be gone, even at the expense of that coveted World Heavyweight Championship. The very same one you strived so hard to protect, to keep within your grasp of an entire calendar year to leave a legacy that everyone will remember….gone. 

All because of me.

Doomsday truly is upon you.

But, I couldn’t possibly do that, could I? I’m a bottom-feeding rat, the scum of the earth who isn’t even worthy to shine your shoes. I’m the rat, right? The one facing you for that championship. The rat who turned you human. The rat who has shown that as time passes, I have evolved and grown stronger, faster, better than the garbage of the old. The rat who caused your beloved to lie unconscious, swimming in her own ocean of blood. The rat who has made it in his own swimming in an ocean filled with sharks who smell blood in the water. I stand here, facing you, without championships. Without meaningful victories. Without anything tangible to hold in front of your face, and yet here I am. Challenging you for your World Heavyweight Championship, reducing you to a broken man who will stop at nothing to get his revenge. Now what does that tell you about me, Detective? Since you’re so fucking good at coming up with conclusions, Sherlock, how about you explain why I’m here? I’ll tell you: It’s not luck. It’s not chance. It’s not because I conformed to management or because I was paid to be here: I made it through hard work ethic and a drive, an EVOLUTION you will never come to understand because your eyes refuse to believe it. The biggest mistake you ever made in this world was humiliating me in front of the entire world watching me, turning me into a marionette with your strings tethered to me, and letting me live on to tell the tale and survive. Now I’ve come back. You humiliated me, you hurt my pride, and now I will take everything….EVERYTHING you ever cared about, everything you’ve built away from you, and burn it to the fucking ground because hypocrites and liars like you have live on for far too long. You may be the king of the jungle but even the lion has a predator, and that’s me. I’m not a rat.

I’m the motherfucking Raven, and I will cut down the pillars of your castle with my wings, burying you under the stones of your own kingdom.

I’ll take your throne and reshape it into my image, my liking. You will watch as I turn everything that you’ve built into mine, along with that World Heavyweight Championship.

Long live The Raven King, motherfuckers.
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Theron Nikolas
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 10:42 pm by Theron Nikolas
If I was as smart that I think I am, I would have prepared for Tiberius Jones to bring in two names he’s had no association with to make sure that he walked out of Dia Del Diablo with the championship that he cherished more than anything else in the world. If I was as good as I think I am, I would have walked out of Territorial Invasion with the EAW World Championship in my possession, not as a loser - even if I wasn’t the man that gave up under the strength of Lannister.

They’re excuses, right, Darkane? The reasons for my failure are excuses. It’s not the fact that I was screwed out of the championship by Ares Vendetta, Lannister, Jaywalker and Tiberius Jones. It wasn’t the fact that Jack Ripley’s body surrendered, in the process cutting my chances to taking that championship short. I lost because I wasn’t good enough to beat the champion, right? We’ll forget that the only time that Tiberius and I have had a match where there was no shady business, interference - any form of fuckery, the great champion fell at the feet of a man that wasn’t meant to beat him. I know my worth. I know what I can do in certain situations. I know my limitations, and I know how far certain people are able to push me. I guess arrogance comes with it, right? I’m not going to try to hide it. I’m an arrogant guy - a bit a cunt to tell you the truth. But, I’ve held merit to everything that I’ve said. From the moment that I first walked through the doors of this company to this very moment - I’ve always kept my word. I said that I would beat you all those months ago, and I did it convincingly. I said that I would walk into Pain for Pride and outlast every single name that threw their name into that proverbial hat for the chance to walk out with that contract. King of Elite isn’t going to be any different; just like Pain for Pride, Darkane. You’ll sit outside the ring as I make my way up to that throne; I’ll place that crown on top of my head and you’ll hate every single piece of it. I’ll be right again. I’ll be right like I always am when it comes to the two of us. I’m always going to write you off. I’m always going to see you as a man that is a non-threat. Just I do with almost every single person that I’ve come across - and if I was wrong - I wouldn’t be a man that still hasn’t been beaten cleanly in ten months.

But, I should.

I should see you as a threat, shouldn’t I? I mean, you’re a fucking champion! It may be a third championship that so few actually care about, but in the same regard, it’s more championship success than I’ve found, isn’t it? We’ll forget that I’ve been swimming with sharks, while you’ve been standing in ankle deep water with kids that are still learning how to swim - but, a championship’s a championship, right? Oh, don’t let me forget - the Rookie of the Year award. Fuck, man. You got me. I don’t know how I’m going to come back from that one. Darkane… he beat me in a popularity contest. Wow. I mean, I may as well retire now. There’s no way that I can do this - there’s no way that I can beat the Rookie of the Year than was crowned through a fan voting system. I don’t you seriously, Darkane - simply because you haven’t once given me a reason to. I don’t have any hangups from the National Elite Championship situation from months ago, anymore, but I’ll make sure to keep in mind not to use things from the past as examples to reaffirm my points because you’re bound to take it in the wrong fucking context. Every single time that we’ve been in the ring together. Whether it be one on one, a tag match, a battle royal - the result has always been the same. You’ll constant throw these threats. You’ll talk about what you’ll do to me. I’m meant to buy into this expectation that I’m walking into the worst beating in my life - but, it never happens. That beating never arrives. I’m left disappointed, and you fall. Winning a championship off a man that’s been over the fucking hill for years isn’t something that’s going to impress me. Beating disappointments in a King of Elite tournament won’t either. I’m going to be as more honest than anyone else in this business has been to you. There are no accomplishments that are going to change my mind about how I see you. I have no reason to take you seriously when you’ve never been able to stand on my level. I’m not going to be happy if I lose at King of Elite. I’ll be fucking livid, but if you’re the man that manages to do it; if you finally managed to find what it takes to keep down, deep down inside - that’s when I’ll give credit where credit is due. But, until then - you’ll always just be the scum that I wipe off the bottom of my boot.

There is a question that I've been thinking about for the last few hours though. When did I change, Keelan? You brought up Pain for Pride; you brought up the fact that I forced every name in this business on me when I was in nothing more than a battle royal that was looked upon as nothing more than a throwaway. Have I changed? I don’t think I have. With the effort that I produced at Pain for Pride - people dreaded the thought about having to stand against me. You’re acting like I’ve fallen off. That I’m less than what I was. You make moves in this business that are going to get you noticed; we all work as hard as we can to create that overwhelming spotlight over our heads to make sure that there’s no possible way that we can be ignored. Was there anything different to the person that I was at Pain for Pride and Dia Del Diablo? The result may have been different; the class of opponent was drastically different, but I still had the man beat if memory serves me correctly. I had him beat until others placed that hand in a place it never really belonged. It’s a story that I’ve constantly been forced to tell. People jump from story to story; clutching at straws with the hopes that they don’t grasp onto the shortest one. It was the supposed mistake I made by turning my back on Tiberius. It was the fact that I’m not as good as I think I am. I’ve been so concerned… that maybe I bought into their words. But, the more and more I look at it. Is there a problem? Have I really changed, Keelan? I’ve lost World Championship matches. I can’t change that - but, everyone does. Nobody in this business holds a perfect record when it comes to chasing that grand prize. I’m still a man that still makes more names than not fall at my feet. I’m still a man that hasn’t been beaten in one on one competition cleanly throughout my entire career. I mean, fuck man, I walked out into the finals of the King of Elite Showdown bracket final, barely being able to stand and still managed to drag himself out of the arena with my head held high.

Is that a changed man?

No, of course not. But, you try your hardest to look at certain situations in the best possible way you can. There’s a major difference walking into this week feeling like you’re facing a man that’s not what he’s shown he could be in the past. It calms you down. It gives you a sense of security. It may even help you dig a little deeper than you would have through the belief that you can actually do it. You see, Keelan, there is something about you that I do take some form of admiration in. It’s not your work ethic. It’s not what you’ve proven. I admire the fact that you can look at this situation and take losing into consideration. I couldn’t do it. I hate failure. I hate thinking about it. You sit there and you talk about what if. If you lose, it’ll suck, but you’ll pick yourself back up. You’ll dust yourself off and you’ll find a way to continue moving forward. You’ll continue trying to find a way to make Keelan Cetinich great. I’ve been thinking about how you do it, but it guess it comes with experience. You kind of get used to it, right? You get used to falling inches short of the goal that you’ve set for yourself. How many chances have you had now? The Interwire Championship? Cash in the Vault? The World Heavyweight Championship? Even your chance to grasp onto the number one contendership against Lars Grier. Each defeat gets a little easier because you’ve been in the position before. You could be so right, Keelan. This could be it for me. Only god knows what I’ll do if I fail to take that crown at King of Elite. Only god knows how I’m going to deal with being forced to watch another name walk off with something I lust for. But, it doesn’t worry me. We all find motivation from different places. I hold a fear of failure. I’m not going to hide that, and even if I tried I wouldn’t be doing an extremely good job.

But, I use that fear as motivation. It’s the place I dig down to when everything else seems lost.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. In my eyes - failure isn’t an option at King of Elite. I know everything that I’m going to bring to the table. All I ask is for you to step up, or just get the fuck out of the way.
Cameron Ella Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 9:12 pm by Cameron Ella Ava
IV.

You are so right, Sheridan. I am jealous.

I am jealous of a selfish cunt like yourself. I am jealous of how much of an ego you possess. I mean, I am jealous of how far you have your stick up your ass. I am jealous how how delusional you think I am. I’ve been here a long time. I’ve faced many great talents. I accomplished amazing things. I was the women other female wrestlers looked up to. I was the desire of men around the world. What do I got to be jealous of? I’m not jealous of a disrespectful cunt like yourself. After all the shit we have exchanged to each other in the past day, all you can respond is with me being jealous of you. Man, you are such a comedian. You say some of the most ridiculous shit and I have heard ridiculous things from the opponents I face on Voltage -you know, the brand you got kicked out of after two weeks. What I have done on Voltage these past six months, you could do with your time on Dynasty. Despite what things look like, I’m fucking proud of what I have done for Voltage. I was in a promotional FPV match following Pain for Pride. I stood alongside the man I love and we took on the obstacle of Voltage. I have been the proudest fiancee in the world as I watched him defeat men like TLA on multiple occasions- something you couldn’t do once; Aren Mstislav, Keelan Cetinich, Carlos Rosso, Amadeus, and Lars Grier. Do I dislike being by his side? Yeah and I get the idea that he doesn’t want me there by his side either. Not because he’s annoyed by me like the rest of the company is with you, but because he knows I am so much more capable than being his arm candy. By referring at Ground Zero and Shock Value, I knew this is not the closest I wanted to be near the World Championship picture. I knew, I was destined for great things. I didn’t want to watch the action ringside. I didn’t want to officiate a match. No, I want to be part of the action. The moment I was granted an opportunity to represent Voltage, I knew this was my calling to get back in the World Championship picture. I knew in my heart that I could play my part in honoring the Openweight Championship and set the bar higher than what Ryan Marx did. With each reign, they want to be the next champion to be better than the last one. If you were to win at King of Elite, it would be the biggest slap to the face of Elite Answers Wrestling. There will be not a single soul applauding you. There will be no one worship the ground you walk on. There will be no one to hug and congratulate you. Sheridan Elsa Muller will not only feel alone, like she has millions of times before, but she will literally be alone. You can say that you have Azumi and Haruna, but they have each other to talk shit behind your bank. I mean, those two hated you with a passion. Now, they all of a sudden love and want to team with you? This does not seem suspicious, no? Perhaps, that is where the saying “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” comes from. The three of you don’t have to like each other from a personal level, but enough to get your mission across Empire. What happens when three entitled and egotistical pieces of shit join forces? What happens when they begin to clash? When it comes to the three of you, there is no Beyonce. There is no Justin Timberlake. There is only a bunch of women that we cared about at one time, but couldn't care less if they rage quit tomorrow. If you’re looking at two-faced, you might want to look at tag team partners. I mean, weren’t these two talking shit about you in the past? For example, you have Azumi who will tell you something nice and talk shit to you guys when she’s done talking to you. You have Haruna who thinks she can get away with her slide and passive aggressive marks of her mistreatment on Empire. Then, we have Sheridan herself, who believes that she is the greatest person in the world, who can do nothing wrong. When it comes to 2017, there is not one single thing she regrets. She doesn’t regret being a bitch backstage to everyone. She doesn’t regret mishandling anything presenting in front of her. She doesn’t regret anything because in her eyes, she thinks she didn’t do anything wrong. Sheridan, how does EAW thing that you did a lot of things wrong, but YOU are the only person who thinks nothing bad happened? Are you going to respond with that’s the majority’s opinion? No, I pay attention to the facts. I listen to what the higher ups have to say. I don’t pick and decide whose side I’m on or not. I don’t get involved in the majority opinion without taking everything that has been told to me without consideration. I do my research. I go to reliable sources. They say that you did something wrong. They say that your attitude is the problem and that is their reason for firing. Now, before you go “they can’t fire you because of your attitude”, uh yes they can.

On multiple occasions, you were told to shut up. Instead of doing that, you decided to push authority figures a little more and get them riled up. They fired you because you were impacting everyone backstage. You were impacting the environment around us with your constant arguments on authority figures. You could have been an adult. You could have went to their offices complained there. You do not take it to a public area. Sure, they could have send you to a few attitude management classes, but how can you help someone who things nothing is wrong with them? Thus, this lead you to your termination. It wasn’t a sudden thing that happened. This was building up for a while. This imploded on one day. The Board had it with your shit and the company itself was done with you. I mean, you make it seem like you did nothing wrong? However, it was a series of events that led to your termination. I mean, were you oblivious to everything you did before your firing was wrong and STILL, you want to play the card that you were fired with no reason at all? Go ask the people that were fired what you did wrong? Go ask someone backstage what you did wrong as a human being? I mean, people bring it up backstage, EAW fans bring it up, commentators bring it up and STILL you have no clue what you did to get fired? All those things come in full circle with you attitude. I know the holidays are over, but “It’s been said many times and many ways”... YOUR ATTITUDE IS THE PROBLEM. AND YES, YOU CAN BE FIRED IF IT IMPACTS THE WORK ENVIRONMENT! You weren’t fired for being blunt. Trust me, there a few outspoken people who go against the authority when necessary. I mean ,what were you saying that we all dying to say? What is this so called truth that you, out of everyone in this company, have the balls to say? I’m dying to hear it, Sheridan. I’m anticipating you enlightening my ears with something that I haven’t heard four different times already. I don’t care about how alone you felt. I don’t care about things you did two years ago. I don’t care about how you think of yourself as a superior athlete or someone who is blunt, when she’s just another arrogant bitch. Almost in the same category as Vance Tybull and Lucas Johnson. Yet, you want to call me generic? Just because I’m not like Azumi and Haruna and side with you? Just because I am not easily manipulated by your fake sob stories about being a victim? I’m sorry, I am smarter than the average bear. I am sorry that everyone in this company has turned their back on you, but they do it with a purpose. It’s not because it’s human nature to turn your back on those that get fired. It’s not because it is the popular thing to do. The reason people turned their back on you because of reasons I have stated like a broken record. Even though Stark and I will be opponents at King of Elite, I am so glad that he is smart enough to see what should be seen to the world. Nah, you wanted to be edgy. You wanted to be one of those generic outspoken wrestlers that these people cream over. Instead, you become the most hated wrestler in the wrestling world. It’s not hated like Ares Vendetta or Y2Impact. It’s almost not loved like Aria Jaxon or The Pizza Boy. The only list of all time you will be apart of is whatever fucking list Eclipse Diemos and Dark Demon are in. You did this yourself, Sheridan. You could have made wiser choices, now you have to live the rest of your career with the consequences. What consequences? Of being another Carlos Rosso - so close to gold, but not close enough. Not the Carlos now, but the Carlos everyone knew him as. Yeah, that will be the lesson you will eventually learn if not at King of Elite.
The High Rollerz
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 7:57 pm by The High Rollerz
(We start this promo off backstage at the Stade Velodrome with the annoying stalker interviewer with no name. The guy that only seems to interview the Unified Tag Team Champions because of his unhealthy obsession with them. In his mind he thinks he is the third High Roller and is also one of the tag team champions. He thinks he matters. He thinks he’s a big deal, that people just line up to get a picture with him or perhaps even an autograph. But of course, people just use him to get to The High Rollerz, even though he has no true connection with them. Just an illusion of a friendship. So today, the interviewer is sharply dressed. In a three piece suit, just like The High Rollerz usually wear. A suit that is way too tight for him. A button will surely pop off and his fat will just spill out...an image that only belongs in nightmares. A nightmare that even Freddy Krueger wouldn’t live in. And of course, on his shoulder he has his toy belt version of the Unified Tag Team Championship. The interviewer sees something on the floor. He takes off his $2 dollar shades and sees a trail of food on the ground. He picks up a piece of what seems to be candy and doesn’t even sniff or inspect it. He just shoves it down his throat because food is just one of his many weaknesses. He keeps following the trail of food)

Interviewer: Mmm good, it wasn’t drugs this time!

(He looks down and spots another)

Interviewer: Ooooh more candy!

(He bends over and picks up another)

Interviewer: Mmmm, anotha one!

(He continuously gets surprised by a new piece of candy, even though it’s a straight line. He keeps following it, not suspicious of it at all)

Interviewer: Wow what a good day! My luck is looking up!

(He continues the lane of candy, until he turns a corner, and spots more in a crate box)

Interviewer: That’s probably where the entire bag is! Yay!!!

(He runs into the box, and the lid slams shut. On top of the box none other than Jack Ripley and David Davidson appear, holding it closed. The box shakes from Interviewer struggling to get out, but only a matter of seconds because he couldn’t exert that much energy in doing so.)

Jack: See told you it could work

David: Why haven’t we done this from the beginning?

Jack: I don’t know man, but it had to be done. 2018 is gonna be a good year

David: So that’s it then? He’s gone for good?

Jack: I think so David, we’ve finally rid the interviewer from our lives forever. 

David: It’s as if a million pound weight has been lifted. 

(And just like that, the interviewer will never be seen again. At least, we can all hope. But who knows, the guy is a cockroach and he will probably find his way out of this box. Although, he is rather dumb, so perhaps I am giving him too much credit. As for the box, it will be shipped to a mysterious location. Probably like that island in Arrow. Yeah, twas a good show. Jack and David turn towards the camera, with real titles on their shoulder. They have that look on their faces like they are about to cut some masterpieces that common folk call “promos”. Let’s listen in.)

Jack: Sooo here we are a new year, and a lot of the same shit. High Rollerz are still on top of the food chain, and we’re given new challengers that aren’t worth our time. We go into King of Elite with the challengers of Cam, and HBG.. I must say this is a waste of our precious time. I know how this sounds, I’m disregarding them because I don’t think they’re on our level, and how could I think that when they’re both Hall of Famers? How dare I think such things! But let’s look at it this way, these two have other things occupying their mind. How much thought are they really putting into this match? Cam is obviously thinking of her Openweight Title match, and HBG is thinking of her World Title reign. Which makes it seem to me that the match that we’re partaking in isn’t thought of in such high regard. You want to talk about a waste of time, let’s talk about how they even got this match to begin with. They went into the Tag Team Grand Prix match, and they beat each and every single challenger that they had to go against. A tournament so grueling that they had to face off against… We Are The Bollocks.. I mean the name says it all. What a waste. I just don’t get it, why enter that tournament, go through all those opponents, just to waste the prize you got at the end of it? Onto bigger and better things? Didn’t foresee such a future for you, and you settled for a tournament that anyone could join? New year, same old shit. I thought maybe, just maybe, a new year could bring new competition. Competition that had real tag teams, tag teams that cared, but no, it’s more of the same. We go on and we faced off against..AND BEAT the Triumvirate, the team that these two thought they would be facing; a team that they have past endeavors with. Obviously they were more interested in the events of this match when that was the case. Well sorry girls, your dream match didn’t happen, and we disbanded the team that you wanted to face. 

So sorry to disappoint but you’re not facing off against a makeshift team that won’t be around in a week, you’re going up against the premier tag team in all of wrestling. That’s not something you can take so lightly where you can just wing it and come out on top. I don’t care if we’re going up against HBG the current World Champion, and Cam the…. Cam! It doesn’t matter who you two think you are, we KNOW we are the goat tag team of this industry. We will continue to be that whether you’re willing to admit it or not. Of course I could be all wrong, and you’re not just looking to wing it; although your actions would speak otherwise. It could just be that you’re scared, and already know what I’m telling you. Or another scenario you’re both just so busy with other endeavors and you just can’t show all the same importance to all your engagements. Either way I don’t think you’re going to be so lucky with us as you were during the tournament. We will prove once again you can’t just throw two people together and think that they’ll work. We showed it before, and we’ll show it again. Doesn’t matter if they’re hall of famers, doesn’t matter if they’re nobodies, fact of the matter is Jack Ripley and David Davidson epitomize tag team wrestling. The one thing everyone says to discourage our accomplishments is that we’re not good enough on our own, that we have a low ceiling, that we have had an easy path to success. You know what all of those people have in common with each other? They all got in the ring with us, and they fell to our feet. I don’t know what your opinion of us actually are, I can only assume. But like I said you two seem to have the mindset that this will be easy, you aren’t showing us the respect we deserve like so many others before you. We ended 2017 as the greatest tag team in EAW today, and 2018 we continue our path of dominance, Starting with the so called hall of fame team of HBG, and Cam Ella Ava. 


David: Very well said, Jack. You hit the nail right on the head on a plethora of topics. Now allow me to reiterate some of these points. Let’s start with why? Why does EAW keep trying to make The Grand Prix Tournament a thing? Like it’s some crowning achievement if you win it? The fact of the matter is, winning that tourney is essentially worthless and we proved that last year ourselves. The tournament as a whole, is a scam. I would like to believe that the end goal of it all is to bring new life to this tag division..a goal that is never truly achieved or checked off. It’s a short term solution, sure. You see some of your favorite elitists team up and just wreak havoc for a few weeks, cool. It brings excitement. I get it. It creates a little bit of buzz. Again, I get it. But let’s not fool ourselves here. If you must, peel the wool from your eyes. The men and women that participate in this annual tournament..they don’t care about tag team wrestling. They just care about the accolade of winning another title. To add another feather to their cap, if you will. And hey, that’s fine. Creating tag teams and remaining as a team for the long haul, is no easy task...unless you are tagging with your childhood friend that has always had your back, then yes, it comes effortlessly, but I digress. What I am getting at is The Grand Prix is no fix to this division. It’s like putting a bandaid over a bullet wound. I could go on and make more comparisons, but I think you get the gist. And this isn’t just an opinion of mine, oh no. The proof is in the pudding. Just like last year’s Grand Prix Tourney, all the teams that participated, lied through their teeth along the way. They would tell you all kinds of lies. They told you what you wanted to hear so you could emotionally invest in their shitty attempt of a dynamic duo. In the end, all the teams would disappear. Just like the winner, that being Matt Squared. Now, I don’t think I have to go on some long-winded tangent about how we beat them. The important thing is, we did. We didn’t give them an inch to breathe. As soon as they won the tag titles, we got in their faces and we challenged them. They are gone now. Every team from that tournament is gone, as a matter of fact. Nothing more than failed experiments with half-assed execution, or a complete lack thereof. And this still rings true with this year’s Grand Prix Tournament. There is one team left standing, that being Di Consentes. A team that is holding on by a thread, as far as I’m concerned. Just another short-term tag team. Or as Jack put it, a makeshift pairing. 

Jack is right when he said you don’t truly care about this match and don’t worry, I am not offended. Not in the slightest because to us, this is just another match, while to you, this is a chance at history, right? To become the first ever female tag team to win The Unified Tag Team Championships. Or maybe someone has already beat you to the punch. Maybe I need to brush up on my EAW title history. But I don’t care, I am telling you that right now. I don’t care about the teams that came before us. Just like I don’t care that RoViper won tag team of the decade while the team with three Unified Tag title reigns didn’t even get a mention. I know our worth, so there is nothing to be insecure about. Just like I know this tag division starts and ends with us. Now, in your response, you can go right ahead and try to downplay this. Something along the lines of, “well, you are like the only tag team, so I guess you are right by default.” But nonetheless, I take pride in it. I take pride in what we have done with these tag titles. I take pride in our battles with RoViper, The Triumvirate, and hell...I will even throw in Haruna and Azumi, as well as Stuffed Crust. Just like I take pride in the fact that the three reigns I have had with this very title, has all been with the same partner. Nobody else can say that. Well, other than Jack of course. The fact is. EAW has never seen a team like this before. Hell, EAW has never seen loyalty like this before. We have teamed for over a fucking year. There’s gotta be some kind of record. Or close to it. Just like there has to be some kind of calculation to prove how remarkable that is. Like dog years to human years. You see what I’m getting at and we aren’t going to stop any time soon. We are far from satisfied. We are still champing at the bit to collect more tag team accolades, such as Tag Team of the Year Awards. I still have plenty of room on my mantel. But when our time comes to retire, roughley fifteen years from now, so no need to start weeping for it won’t happen for a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry long time.. but like I was saying,  just like every other elitist, there will be a time to hang up the boots and when that time comes, the answer to the question, “Who is the greatest tag team of all time”..the answer will of course be The High Rollerz. Then you can ask the follow-up question, “So who is the second greatest tag team in EAW history then?”...the answer will be, who cares? It’s such a distant second, so who gives a fuck? 

But let’s talk about my opponents some more. Cameron and The Heart Break Gal..unlike my partner, I do have a shred of respect for the both of you. Both Hall of Famers. Both with trophy cases at home that have to be filled to the brim with titles and awards at this point. Oh and there is HBG...by the way, can I call you that? Shorten your name to HBG? I know nobody has ever done that before so I think I will roll with it...HBG, of course made history by dethroning Tiberius Jones and becoming the first ever woman to win a men’s EAW World title. And when this happened, all kinds of people, whether it be your peers, family, or friends congrulated you on Twitter or any of the overrated social media sites...but you never heard a single peep from Jack or myself regarding this historic moment and I just know that ate away at you. I really hope I don’t have to clarify that was sarcasm, but some opponents struggle to detect it, so I decided to point it out. So yeah, I never said anything because I knew that as soon as you won The Grand Prix Tournament, our paths would cross. It was inevitable. So HBG, here is my belated congratulations, you earned it! I truly mean that from the bottom of my cold and black heart. But..yes, there is always a but, one thing you won’t earn are these Unified Tag Team Championships. At least, not again. Yeah, I remember when you and Y2Impact held these. In fact, we challenged you for these titles a while ago when they were in your grasp. I recall it was some multi-team match clusterfuck, but hey, you won. Which reminds me, you must have a really good sales pitch when you create these teams of yours. You used to team with Y2Impact, like I pointed out. Then there was Lannister...creating the team that lost to Matt Squared a few years back in the Grand Prix and as a result, we had to hear all about it. 

What do I ever mean? Simple, every challenger would discredit our first title reign because all we did was beat two laughing stocks, that being Matt Ryder and Matt Miles. That could have been avoided if you and Lannister got the job done, but I guess it is what it is. He was never the greatest tag team partner, was he? I mean, Jack and I just beat him and Ares. I am such a humble brag. Name dropping and such. Such a little twat I am. But, to backtrack a little bit, I remember that year, Lannister also had two matches at King of Elite. Just like you do, this year. Same goes with Cameron. Good shit. You two are workhorses in every sense of the word. You should be proud of that. To us, this a big match. No secret about that. I mean our titles are on the line. That’s really the only time we care. I can admit that when it comes to weekly Showdown shows, we coast a little bit. We save our energy for big fights. So we have no excuses if we were to lose this match. Plus, we need to get this monkey off our back when our critics say we can’t beat “super teams” in our first encounter and I wish I could dispute that. I really do, but I can’t. First time we faced RoViper, we lost to them. Sure, we got our titles back a week later, but it still stung. Same goes with The Triumvirate, but then again that was a six man tag with a partner we knew little to nothing about, Theron. We got our titles back a month later. So by the off chance you take these titles from us, we would just gain them back because we aren’t going anywhere. We will make your lives a living hell, one way or another. We’ll basically stalk your every move and it won’t be in a funny innocent way like Drake, HBG. But luckily for you, it will never have to come to that. Sure, you will lose this match to us but look on the bright side, I am sure you will beat Tiberius so there’s that. Going 1-1 at King of Elite wouldn't be so bad, right?

As for Cameron..there it is! There’s that pretty little face of yours. I almost forgot what it looked like because when our paths have crossed in the past, your hood would mostly cover it. Hold on, this reminds me, before I continue, speaking of pretty, what is Consuela’s story? Like, if I were to hand you a note before our match to give to her, a note that says “Do you like me? Check yes or no” would you give it to her? How about food? Does she like it? Tell her we should go get food some time. At the same restaurant. While sitting at the same table. Across from each other and you know, just talk about our day. Or would me beating the shit out of her sister be frown upon and hurt my chances? Ah, oh well. Well then, what do I say about you specifically? I think I have already said a lot. My whole message has been directed towards you, even if it seemed like i was talking about your partner, you know, the partner that pinned you at the Shrine? It’s whatever, I am sure. Just like your heated rivalry in the past. Again, I’m sure it’s whatever. It’s like when Lannister and Ares put their differences aside to compete against us. Everything worked great for them, so I’m sure you can duplicate it. Oh wait, I forgot, he pretty much murdered him, oops. My memory isn’t the greatest, my bad. But yes Cam, you are a fierce competitor and a worthy one at that. I know Jack said the exact opposite and it’s not him doubting you as an in-ring talent because you my “friend” have proven yourself time and time again..it just has to do with you running your mouth about the Openweight match these last few days and not a single peep about this match. I think it shows how you have ordered your priorities this week and that’s fine. Everybody prefers singles success, I get it...well, except Jack and myself. We are different in that sense. We color outside the lines and don’t just follow the crowd, but it’s cool. 

Let’s move on, shall we? You have had so many opportunities in this past year alone. You competed for a world title against your boyfriend or husband...I don’t know your relationship status, add me on Facebook because this lack of information about your personal life really keeps me up at night. Again, if you could not tell, that was in fact sarcasm. So yes, you challenged for a world title, won the Grand Prix Tournament, competed in the King of Elite tournament, and are now challenging for the Openweight title. God damn sunshine, that’s quite impressive. You should feel proud and I am sure you do. Here’s a golf clap for you! Lastly, I want to talk about something I briefly mentioned. The King of Elite Tournament. Did you know that Jack and I were also in that tournament? I have a hunch that you do because well... you kinda cost us both of our matches. My first round match against Rex and Jack’s second round match against yep, you guessed it, Rex. Now why would you do such a thing? Must I roll up the newspaper and hit your nose with it and tell you bad Cam? Because you did in fact do a bad thing and that is getting involved in our business. Notice how Jack and I never laid a finger on you because we don’t feel the need to get involved in your matches..or let alone, step on your show’s turf and I think that shows just how much thought we give about Cameron Ella Ava. You are just another opponent to us, Cam. Nothing more and actually, a lot less. But why? Why wouldn’t we return the favor? Simple, it’s because we don’t have to intervene when it comes to you. Confused? Let me simplify this for you. It goes back to all of those opportunities you have had. Just soooooooo many...and yet, you squandered them all. One by one! And our match at King of Elite will be no different.  

Jack: You may be looking at a new version of the High Rollerz, a more intense more focused team, and that’s a scary thought. We’ve always been one for joking around, and making light of situations, but maybe that’s not what we want. To be the team with the most tag team title reigns in EAW history and not even get acknowledgment for Tag Team of the Decade is pure ridiculousness. If we strip the name of the High Rollerz of the jokes and games, do we then get taken seriously? Does it matter? Meh, doesn’t matter to me, like David said we know what we’ve done, our track record speaks for themselves. We don’t look at this match as a big chance to prove ourselves, because we’ve already proved ourselves time and time again. This team of Cam and HBG, they’re aren’t this huge obstacle that we have to hurl ourselves over. All they are is just another team that will be gone in a few weeks. I mean look at them, they’re already being pulled apart. HBG, and Cam have 2 matches each, and they’ve already shown where the loyalty lies, and I’ll tell you right now it’s not right here. I refuse to let this tag team division be dragged down by the likes of you two. I refuse to let this tag team division be thrown into obscurity and an afterthought once again because you two want to play tag team for a little bit. That’s all this is to you two, a fun little thing to do because you thought it would be fun. But let me tell you what would happen if you two would actually become tag team champions.. Which is a hilarious fictitious thought, but bare with me. These two would be so preoccupied with other objectives that they wouldn’t even realize that they would have challengers for the titles they held. They would look at the card and be hit with the cold hard reality that they actually have to defend the titles that they claimed. First title defense they would fail, simple as that. But have no fear, that fairy tale will not happen for The High Rollerz will still continue their historic run as the true Tag Team of Eternity. 

(Jack and David give each other a stern look and a nod, and walk off camera. Camera fades to black)
Sheri-dun
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 7:15 pm by Sheri-dun
King Of Elite 04

'' It is quickly becoming apparent that Cameron is envious of me. She challenges every belief I have, for she knows they are genuine opposed to the opinions she holds purely to agree with the majority. I'm more than eager to admit to you that yes, I have pride within myself, with every word that situates from my lips, and every action that I perform in the ring, pride personifies. I am also the best on Empire, from a wrestling standpoint or as a general attraction, my name holds weight, not only due to the fact that I am a controversial figure, but also because I am a genuine superstar, matter that shall put people in their seats, and something that shall always have eyes fixated upon every moment. You're jealous of the fact that I still stand, despite stating my own opinions freely, having my own platform to express myself upon, being so drastically different, it is something you secretly wish for yourself. You hide on Sunday nights, protected by your boyfriend, willing to jump in front of a bullet for him, as if he were not there, you would struggle to know what to do with yourself. What differentiates yourself from I, is that you are so generic. Have you ever stopped and listened to the things that come out from your mouth, you're saying the same things that Stark is, only in a higher pitch, and it is quickly growing frustrating, as a woman with so much intellect as I can only tolerate so much of the same boring, average conversation. Saying that I put on a fake facade is laughable, as I am the most open minded and spirited person to ever grace this continent, I am blunt and honest about everything I say, and I will never apologise for being this way. I don't need you to buy an act, for there is nothing to purchase. Before my extradition from this industry, and since my return I have been nothing but a transparent woman, every thought that I have had, has ended up in these promotional videos, how contradicting your speech is, coming from one of the most two faced people I have ever met, my best friend whilst we're together and then criticising every single factor about me whilst I am not there. You bring up the names Kendra, Madison, Cailin, and then you'll complain that I continue to bring up the past when I reply. It's all fine acknowledging that I have had my differences with them, but you've failed to point out the obvious, I am here, they are not, it's imperative to assert such as you for some reason believe I cannot justify my personal opinions of them, when actually such an assumption is so far from the truth. I own to the fact that I've had my challenges, and I don't exactly need to express that not many people like me, not a single soul in this world is oblivious to that fact by now. But in all these battles you mention, not only was I right throughout them, but I was also victorious, justified by the fact that I am still employed, and they are not. Kendra was jealous of my success, jealous of the fact that I won the Vixens Cup, she attempted to defend her cousin Rey, and then watched as I broke her arm, she attempted to disparage and ruin the blueprints I had illustrated for my revolution, and I retaliated by defeating her on the grandest stage of them all. Cailin is a woman who betrayed everything she stood for, purely to stand a chance of beating me. She turned her back on Tarah, Aria and myself, to align with the original bitches, that's you, and I'll happily admit that she beat me, to become the inaugural Women's world champion, this is not something I am ashamed of, for she and I made history, but it took absolutely everything from her to do so, she betrayed her friends, dropped all her beliefs, her core morals that had stuck with her since her upbringing. As for Madison, I can't really explain her problem with me, you would have to ask her, I think she is just the best. I don't blame every loss, every situation that has gone wrong, on one singular person, I acknowledge that I should have performed better on Dynasty, and maybe I have said a few things I shouldn't have since my return. But the thing which you are not getting, is that you cannot fire somebody because you don't like their attitude, and that is exactly what happened to me. I was removed from the business because I say things nobody else wishes to say. Extradited, left in the dark, alone, all because my personality unsettles people. Why should I apologise for being the way I am, I know you can't relate Cameron for you're essentially the most generic woman I've ever met, but when you have a personality, it is natural in wishing to defend when people attack you. So I am a shit person, what is your point, I am also a superior athlete, a woman who illustrates the future, and engineers her own path. You and Stark continue to state that I am a bad person, that I am a German, like you've uncovered and exposed information other people have not known. What does me, apparently, being a negative influence have to do with our upcoming bout, what does the things I have said months ago, and women who I have faced a year ago, have to do with our Openweight Championship bout. We operate in two different systems, you lurk in the shadows whilst I bask in the light, you would much rather whisper the things you are saying to me behind my back rather to my face. I may be the things you say Cameron, but I know who I am, and that is something that you cannot repeat, you're generic, monotone and an overall bitch, and I cannot wait to cave in your skull with the edge of my boot. If you have complications with the women I associate with, that has nothing to me with me, I'd ask you to talk to them directly but we both know you would much rather bitch behind their backs. I won't justify that Azumi and Haruna are the second coming of a saviour, for they are not, and perhaps they are not as athletic as you and I, but they have been conspired against, look me in the eyes and tell me this is not so. The general manager you hold such an adoration for, has been openly racist, unfair and xenophobic against them, as if they have no feelings. You keep mentioning the point of how without their help, I would not have defeated Tarah, and it's just such a massive lie. It's not as if I begged them to interfere, that I ran up crying to them, pleading with them to help me take down the big bad boss, oh no, they insisted, they took pleasure within it. Without their interference I would have delivered a much grander incineration to her, you speak upon the matter as if during the seven years you have been here, you've never had somebody interfere in your matches, and show favouritism to you. You cannot deny that since their alignment with me, they have fared much better in their fights. This is why Azumi was capable of pinning Aria Jaxon, this is why Haruna now wishes to stay with the promotion, I am truthfully a saviour, you keep asserting these false implications on our group, that I am only using them for my own benefits, as if without them I would be incapable of ever accomplishing my ambitions, and yet without their help I've managed to become a champion, win rookie of the year and oh, defeat you. I insist you stop masquerading as if I am useless without them, and they without me, for we are strong on our own but much stronger banded together. Oh Cameron, it is such a shame you fail to acknowledge the burdens that I have been through, for when we meet my hands shall slash at your throat, and you'll be incapable of pleading for me to stop. I am going to incinerate you, physically dominate you, mentally exhaust you, and capitalise on your weakened state, all whilst earning a championship. This is not simply a wrestling match to me, I no longer stand for the merits I once did, and that is due to the troubles that you applauded and happily laughed about. Whilst I was suffering, my best friend turned her back on me, and an opportunity for retaliation has emerged. I am a different woman, a new breed, a level above, the woman that you faced all those months ago, who you pushed to her limits, who you won match of the year with. I am despised, my wounds are scorched, and my reputation is tarnished. I represent an era in which the likes of yourself found success, an era formed on a thirst for blood, a craving for vengeance. Your world celebrated the death of my beautiful lifestyle, and then cried as the poison slowly emerged from the shadows. I embrace conditions I once loathed, and my athletic superior runs through vengeance, not efficiency. Emotion shall strike with every action I deliver, and I shall find liberation for the Last Vixen, regardless of how many massacres I have to commit to do so. ''
Cameron Ella Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 4:58 pm by Cameron Ella Ava
III.

Arrogance?

Are you telling me that you have no self-pride for yourself? Are you telling me that you don’t think of yourself as the best on Empire? Are you trying to convince the public that you are as humble as you come? I don’t know how bringing up your peak on a constant basis makes you not arrogant at all? You’re hitting the point way too much that no one gives a damn anymore. No one is going to pay attention because we’ve seen it all before from you. We’ve seen the fake facade you have put on for the world to see. You smile across the room. You’ll hide the smirk behind your teeth and when you turn away, you’ll smirk believing that you have something over the competition. You’ve approached this Openweight Championship Match believing that you have something over myself and Stark? Could it be a master plan? Could there be something hiding underneath your sleeve? I mean, I wouldn’t put it past you since other people’s assistance is the only reason you were allowed back in the first place. You saw how you couldn’t get back in so you come up with some story that you have told and rewrote millions of times to paint yourself as a victim. Still, people were not buying your act. People could see past the bullshit. Women like Kendra, Madison and Cailin could see past you. When asked about them, all you can do is hide and take cover for all the backlash you would be receiving for those reasons. You wanted no part of the damage you've caused this company. There are people you have hurt with your words and actions. Instead of owning up to your mistakes, you think you can point the finger at someone to take the blame? You think that by finding the next big scandal that it takes you out of the dog house and makes you a better person? Sure, the company has been wrong with the cancer that spreads throughout the company, but like I have said before - you’re a shit person and you are still a shit person. It does not matter what controversy comes next, it does not make everything you have done any better. It has made you the most hated person in this company since Dark Demon. You treat everyone like shit, but Azumi and Haruna? The thing the three of you have in common is that you’re all passive aggressive cunts. When things are not going your way, you go bitch to one another. You go blame the system for giving women like Aria Jaxon the opportunities they rightfully deserve. We all have been aware of their little passive aggressive remarks. We have been aware of their constant bitching about them not getting the title shots they deserved. I mean, there’s a reason why they have been here for a total of four years and no success still, it’s because the fucking suck. It’s because whenever they are handed an opportunity, they find a way to still be in the backburner. Haruna and Azumi want title opportunities! Haruna and Azumi should win all of their tag matches because they have been here for a total of four years! I mean, when you asked them to be part of your dumb stable, they must have squealed in excitement. It’s not like those two were doing anything eventful beforehand. It’s kind of funny how Haruna and Azumi were losing matches before joining you? It’s funny how you’ve been able to defeat a decent amount of women, yet, you needed help when defeating Tarah Nova. Sure, you can point the finger back on me with The OGs. You can say that we did the same thing, but your purposes were different than ours. The only thing The Axis was made for was to help you get to the Womens Championship picture. You can stand there like Adolf Hitler and preach to a choir who will listen to every single word coming out of your mouth like gospel. You can try to convince to Haruna and Azumi that you genuinely do care about their standings in EAW, but in the end of the day, you don’t give a damn about them. Why? Because no one in this company gives a damn about them. I mean, if Haruna wanted to leave, she should have left. We could have one less passive aggressive Asian on Empire. Hell, she can take Azumi with her and start that beautiful family they always wanted. They can go back to JET or whatever where they are treated like fucking royalty and go back to a place where they’re actually wanted. I bet they almost did that, but THANK GOD FOR SHERIDAN! THE LORD AND SAVIOR OF EMPIRE! HEIL SHERIDAN!

People still think Cailin was in maternity leave? Honey, I don’t think ANYONE thinks that. You got to give people a lot more credit. I like how you think you’re the smartest one in the room. I like how you base our assumptions on false information. I mean, how stupid do you think we are? Next, you’re going to tell me that Eclipse Diemos legit had a cult or that Alexis Diemos was a figurement of my imagination! Next, you’re going to tell me that Stark was actually Starkman! 2018 has me shook so far! Thank you for women like Sheridan Muller who has this ability to know things! Gee, I would have never guessed that Cailin was not pregnant. That is something that you fail to mention - Haruna tried to get rid of Tarah Nova and it failed. Azumi tried to stand up to Tarah Nova and that failed. If you’re going to say that they were capable of getting rid of Tarah, then you are the one that needs to do their research because they did and they failed. Also, what has Tarah done that made her an abusive authority figure? Taking shots at you? When you did the same thing a week before when you returned to Empire? Tarah and I may have had our differences in the past, but she had a clear vision for Empire. She wanted to put out the best product out there. It’s safe to say that she got Empire rolling. “You sucked up to the right people?” -- Isn’t that how you got your job back in the first place? Like I explained in my last promo, I actually worked hard for what I wanted. I took at opportunities that were given. I got the opportunities that I earned. I did not need to stoop down to your level to get a reaction from the public. I do not constantly need to bring up the women or men I have defeated because those victories do not define me. I do not need to bring up people who are no longer in this company because I don’t have an obsession like you do. I don’t need to bring up talent like Brody Sparks or Extreme Enigma to get a reaction for the crowd because I am so fucking boring without saying the same fucking like all the time. What makes you arrogant is that you refuse to listen to ANYONE here. You refuse to listen to anyone who explains your firing. You refuse to consider the thought that there’s nothing wrong with anyone else, but yourself. It wasn’t Tarah, it wasn’t the Board, there was not one person who had it out for you. It was all you and your dumbass. Are you too dense to understand that? I mean, you have to be delusional to believe that Empire fell when you got fired? It was the opposite of that, Empire did a lot better. Empire moved on without you. Empire evolved without your presences. You cannot handle that though. You can not handle a brand not needing Sheridan Muller to survive. If the show can continue with a roster member, then what makes you think that Empire cannot continue without you. You value decreased in over a year. You weren’t the same woman we praised about at the Vixens Cup. With the success you got, your true colors showed. People saw the real you come out. Sure, we may have been unsure about things in the past, but we know for a fact that you are indeed a cancer that has spread to much. We are going to need to detain you. I’ll do the dirty job myself and I will make your wishes of becoming Openweight Champion disappear into thin air. You think that you’re going to push me to irrelevancy? You out of all people is going to crush my moment at King of Elite? Gee, aren’t you hilarious? Your aspirations for more power and what’s not powerful than this title which can make you compete in ALL the brands you desire? So if you win the title, you’re going to defeat the next four challengers EAW offers? You think that you’ll even get through the first challenger on Showdown? Knowing Showdown, they’ll give you Diamond Cage or Rex McAllister-- two men you would not be able to defeat. If you can’t defeat them, then will you’ll just go back to Empire where you belong. I’ll enjoy watching your days of almost winning the Womens Championship and failing on a constant basis. Better yet, I’ll wait until your dumb cunt ass says something to get you fired.
Sheri-dun
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 2:39 pm by Sheri-dun
King Of Elite 03

'' I believe there is little more upsetting than ignorance, such a shame that when certain people cannot comprehend my message, they instantaneously accuse me of stating paper words, and assert that the monologue I speak has little meaning, when the reality is the exact opposite. I would sympathise with you Stark, if you were not so illiterate and vacuous, and I would attempt to educate you of the meaning behind my words, yet through your arrogance that contradicting streak that has quickly made itself apparent shines through once more. You accuse my words of holding no substance, and then fail to offer an explanation as to what that means, you say these things but fail to point out a specific example, it's rather tedious, and the most amusing factor about this is you hold genuine belief in your words, that my accomplishments mean little, that the ambitions that I have, they are fantasy, when since my return to this promotion I have proved anything but, through my vicious assault of our former general manager, and having my hand raised over her carcass, being declared as the victor at the first event I competed on since my removal. You can insult the fact that I didn't go out to party, and celebrate the turning of a new leaf all you wish, I apologise we all can't snort drugs and smoke weed like you do Stark, truthfully I'll try to be more unhealthy between now and the next time my ears are unfortunately graced with your words. It's a shame you already find yourself scratching at the bottom of the barrel so little into the time before our match, insulting things without justification, and pointing out the times in which I release my promotional videos. Is this the alternative for those who do not believe your pathetic redemption story, how you whined and complained because you lost a single match, how you hold genuine confidence that you deserve this more than Cameron and I, how sad, that you show such favouritism to your own words, and fail to acknowledge the music of others, instead instantaneously believing their words to be fallacious, and hold no weight or substance. How ironic it is, that you complain my accent delivers to you a headache, and yet it is nothing compared to the traumatising aftermath you shall witness when my hand is raised above the fallen bodies of yourself and Cameron, and the very name you are so desperate to insult and lambaste, is declared as the vanquisher of yourself. ''

'' I find myself returning to the point you made about my words lacking substance, and how little I value this attempted insult, for it is only a minute or so after you state such, that you call me a worthless failure, yet we both know that not to be true, you previously noted you were well aware of my accomplishments, the historical feats I have achieved whilst fighting underneath the Elite Answers Wrestling banner. How little these words mean to me, coming from a man who has previously quit this very company, and the man who only lost his championship in the time it takes for me to state this sentence. You're also incorrect when you assert that nothing in life brings me joy, how you shall regret these words as you witness my smile before I punt that head off of your neck, and claim the Openweight Championship for my own. Many things bring me happiness. Animals, fitness, wrestling, I could go on but I doubt I shall, for you'll only accuse me of stating nonsense despite practically asking for validation. You go on to speak about stereotypes, and make perhaps the least impactful point I have ever made, you complain that the Axis, a stable, is a stable. Literally, I am not stating a lie when I profess such, you ask how you're supposed to differentiate one stable from the rest, as if a collection of people will show zero similarities each and every time they form. Allow me to rephrase the question you asked me. Oh Sheridan, how can you prove to me that your stable, isn't like a stable? Grow up and stop being ignorant, stating the Axis is like most other stables is like saying an apple and an orange are both fruit. Would you like a round of applause for shining a light on the obvious, if my head were not in my hands, utterly disappointed at your speech, then perhaps I would offer one. You make all these references to the second world war, as if they will have any impact on our match, and quite frankly I am unsure of where these connotations are coming from. Holocaust more specifically means a slaughter on a mass scale, induced by fire or war. Of course I'm acknowledging that you believe I more so consider the execution of millions in the second world war, more specifically jews, but you are mistaken. The Axis more so simply means an alliance between myself, a German, and Haruna and Azumi, who, wouldn't you guess it, are both Japanese. I'm never stated I am a Nazi, that I support the theory that blonde haired individuals are superior to the rest of the world, although at least in this match that very theory applies. It is ever so unfortunate to see you digging this hole, pointing out the obvious and then acting as if you have made a historical discovery, and yes Stark, I did lose to Ares Vendetta, thank you for denouncing the fact that I adore little more than challenging myself against one of the best athletes in this promotions history, a man who was once the main event of Pain For Pride, you state such as if Ares Vendetta is not tremendous, but if I were to ask you if you've ever taken Ares to his limits, your response would be what, exactly. You whine how I bring up the past, how I scroll through the history books, yet adore bringing up the fact I've lost to people in the fact, that I've lost to the likes of Ares and Cailin, it is just so hypocritical, it's unfortunate that you fall back and dissipate the impact of your own words like this, I sure hope you offer up something more than these light attempts once you and I meet in the ring. ''

'' I was waiting for this, where you belittle and trivialise when I bring up my most historical victories, over the likes of Cameron, the Heart Break Gal, where you denigrate and trash the fact I speak of my accomplishments and history, and whine ever so much that it will have little impact on our match, and then, oh, and then you spend a long while speaking about your upbringing in New York like I actually asked. Trust me Stark, when these words emit from my peach stained lips, really grasp every word, I do not care where you were born. Shocking, isn't it, I imagine you'll brand me tasteless and a cunt for having such little care or emotion for your upbringing. You are the mighty Stark, after all, how could I not care that the place where you were raised is a bad place, oh how it strikes fear into my heart. Cameron if you're listening to this, did you know Stark was raised in Queens, we better be on our toes, or else his family might interfere in our match! How I shake at the thought of such. Stark, you affirming that I am worse than the people you have associated with, it means very little to me, although it does validate all I have said about my transformation, for this was not a one day process. You really don't understand the torment and emotional journey I went through, and it's quite upsetting to see you adore your background with such a passion, and then shrug your shoulders at the fact that the majority of people in this business cannot appreciate me, based on the fact that I was fired over something that didn't happen, literally paper words. If you believe my heart to be so dark, then this only justifies what I have been saying, I did not wish to become who I am, and I say that truthfully, As I'm sure you'll appreciate, people live through certain things, events that impact them and change the very core of their personality. Having the entire world betray me, and turn their backs as I was crying for sympathy, needing help, it was tragic. I was thrown to the cold, left, ignored and irrelevant, in the dark. It is more than a simple friend spreading a secret, it is an entire continent trashing and associating your name with the most horrid of things, when the entire time you have been innocent, and despite the fact that the board of directors begged me to come back, and professed their support for me by removing a literal hall of famer from an authority position, just to please me, people still believe that I am in the wrong. Let me address something for you, I am always right. The truth shall always be exposed, it shall rise from the depths and come to light, and I am the woman shining the spotlight upon it. You whine and cry about the fact that I don't like someone who has unfortunately passed away, even though I have already apologised for saying horrid, inappropriate things for her, is this the Stark that I shall face at the end of this week, a man who complains and screams injustice whenever something that he doesn't like hits a sensitive spot? Grow up, you're a grown man boasting that you smoke weed as if it's revolutionary, you remind me of the social warriors, who whenever they are offended by a specific thing, cry foul play and beg for it to be illegal, to be banished. You cry that I mock the holocaust, and mention that people were killed for simply being who they were, yet when I am myself, you slither to your knees and beg for my removal once more, it's so sanctimonious and insincere, you've called me a cunt a good ten times now, and truthfully believe that perhaps the next time I'll realise you're right, and I'll slither under the floorboards and return to my position as Satan's favourite child, but this moment will never come, our match crawls closer with each passing moment, and the time will come when you and I trade eyes from across the ring, and only one out of the three of us shall be able to rationalise their words with superior wrestling ability, and allow me to sour your world by spoiling the result for you, it shall be me. ''

'' You are so contradicting, it is perplexing. You whine that my speeches are fallacious, despite the fact they're realistic and stick to the statistics, and then you take me on this magical adventure, make several references to Donald Trump, tell me about your upbringing in New York, tell me that your grandma has dementia, and yet, if I were to even mention my childhood in Germany, or the family I have, you would throw an absolute fit, fall into a coma, and wake up eight or so months later professing and screaming that it lacks substance. The only negative thing you have to say about me, is your own biggest flaw. I suppose you are right in a way, however, for words to not win the battle, we are given this platform to speak our minds and convert our opinions before the match, but ultimately it is physical prowess, wrestling ability and who is the most driven that shall decide who wins this match. Let me assure you, I am better than you. I am superior, both physically and mentally, despite the fact I am only a four year professional, I am one of the best, and if not for my controversial status, I would have peaked and pressed against the summit of the hierarchy countless of times, the only reason I am not at the summit at this moment, is for the fact that I say things that other people do not dare address, but is it purely my own opinion, and people associate with it. I push people to their absolute limits, and then break their limits with ease, I have elevated and competed against the best, on every brand, and I can state with confidence that once the entrance music dies, once the referee rings the bell, once yourself, Cameron and I lock eyes, that I shall outlast you, I shall outmanoeuvre her, I am a once in a lifetime athlete and at King Of Elite I rationalise every sentence I have said, and every promise I have made against my opponents and to myself. If you can't understand what I am saying Stark, then I am afraid that falls on you. Instead of insulting my intelligence perhaps you should educate yourself and attempt to reach my level, for throughout history my previous opposition have understood what I have stated clearly, before they have fallen to me in the ring, as you will. Oh how I sympathise with you, how short-sighted your approach this match is, I shall take pleasure in emotionally dominating you, destructing your form before the world and exposing the weakest bone within you, before pressing my boot against your head, and crowning myself the new champion through your gruelling decapitation. ''

'' Somebody needs to search up for definition of arrogance, for you are placing it upon the wrong person. The perception I hold of myself is not enthusiastic or exaggerated, it is truthful and realistic, the victories I claim and the ability I possess is not illusionary, these matches happened and at one point in time, I was the best, I was the figurehead, the future of this entire company. Sure, I'm naturally conceited, but I am not delusional, I validate all I state and I prove myself inside of the ring each and every time I step between the ropes. You profess that I treat the people I associate with like utter garbage, but how can this be, the only people I class as associates are Azumi and Haruna, and I won't speak for them considering they have their own mind, but I can only assume they are rather fond of me, or else they would not have taken it upon themselves to help eradicate Tarah Nova as the general manager of Empire, take my word for it, I could have easily finished her myself, she is below her peak, a woman who reached the top because she was literally sleeping with the chairman, and a woman fuelled with such arrogance, see how I placed that term correctly, and somebody who harbours such a passion for abusing power in a position of authority. You can consider me arrogant, but all I have stated since my return has come to materialisation, has it not. The removal of German Efficiency brought dark times to this promotion, with the firing of the inaugural Women's champion and the death of the longest reigning Specialists champion. Speaking of Cailin, isn't it ironic how you cry that I abuse and betray all I associate with, yet whilst you were both in the original vixens, you stabbed her in the back with your Empire Cup, showing her a smile as you pressed the knife between her shoulderblades. You continue to claim that the majority of people think I am a horrid woman, an utter cancer, yet these are the same people who applauded my firing, the same people who still think Cailin is on maternity leave, the people who have fallen for the same act portrayed by those in higher management over and over, people who have gone back on their own words time and time again, whilst I have always remained truthful and stuck to my morals and ethics. I have validated myself a multitude of times, and I know I am correct, you can call me arrogant, say I am universally hated, but the reality is you are only adding stock to the assurance I have of my own personality, and the belief I have in my ability to win this match. You're not respectful Cameron, you're a such up, you suck up to those in the right positions, so that when you betray someone, when you take your fingernails and rake at their eyes, people adore you for it. You're quite similar to the women who I recently removed from power, in that sense, you speak with two meanings and dazzle with two faces, so secretive and quiet, so meek and dangerous. I will expose you for the woman you truly are, just like I have to the names you mention over and over. You insist that I am using Azumi and Haruna for my own gain, but that statement could not stray further from the truth. Correct me if I am wrong, but had Haruna not been on an event losing streak before aligning with me, was she not considering quitting the business before I extended an olive branch, before she and Azumi decided to align to me. Instantaneously she gained revenge on the woman who has been racist to her, openly, for the past two years, how would you feel if I called you things associated with your country for an entire two years, it would grow from a joke to an annoyance, and yet people applauded the xenophobic behaviour shown against her, and that is disgusting. The following week, Azumi pinned our current Women's World Champion, and you have the audacity to say I am not helping these women, I have not elevated them. I played no part in the revolution? My Women's Match of the Year and Rookie of the Year awards say differently, my Vixens Championship reign says differently, might I remind you I was the last, oh you know what I'm going to say. But to state I held no part in the revolution, when you spent the entire year accomplishing little other than losing whilst I claimed success, whilst Aria was the main event of an event, it is so fallacious, the evidence is right in front of you, I don't need to spell it out. Yes, you went to Voltage and had a world championship match, I am not going to take that away from you, but the things you say contradict the evidence the world has access to. You continue to ramble on about winning the praise of the people, as if those are my ambitions. I am so over that, I cannot spell it out for you enough, I was over it the moment they applauded my firing, and then cried when Empire ratings fell, and more women were fired, you speak about Dynasty, as if I was supposed to come out of the experience a better woman, when the majority of people who went through what I did would have quit. I am the revolution, German Efficiency was the conditions necessary to achieve such, you throw out all these names of the past, and yet if they were so talented as you say, then surely the things I achieved would have come under their names, the things I accomplished, they would have done before I arrived in this promotion. I'm not buying your inspirational we did it monologue, you might have provided the tools but I put them to use. I shattered the ceiling, me, all by myself, with my own foundations and my own beliefs, I did not need to associate myself as a Siren, or an Original, to accomplish such, at that time I was the best in the world, and those around me were so envious, when I was nothing but humble. You will show me the gratitude and recognition that I deserve, I shall drag it out of your soul, as your intestines sprawl across the canvas, running the mat crimson red. I shall extract those words, and you acknowledging my superior shall be the last relevant thing you do. I shall incinerate every negative word you have associated with my name, bring desolation to this fantasy world of respect you adore breathing within. Your approach of stabbing people in the back may work for most, but you'll look into my eyes as I claim victory over you, and hold the Openweight Championship high as my boot finds your throat and squeezes you out of relevancy. ''
Darkane
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 11:47 am by Darkane
King of Elite I


Well to be honest Keelan I didn't expect to see you in this match either, I expected Cameron Ella Ava to wipe the floor with you but I guess a dead clock is right twice a day is it not? I think the only person I proved wrong is you, considering that I've been on fire lately. Nasir Morscobar was in over his head, he thought he had it won before the match even started, but he knew deep down in his heart of hearts he was in the path of an oncoming storm. He knew that he was shoveling shit against the tide and I was going to swallow him up, so he'd say anything in order to save face. It's the way he operates. He tries to portray this heartfelt story of a kid whose parents perished in flames and how this mysterious fortune teller swooped him up from obscurity and showed him 'the way'. The way to failure of course. I don't care that I didn't impress you with my victories, you're just trying to downplay them to make me seem like less of a threat, you can join the dozens of other superstars who have tried that same method in order to throw me off my game but it's the oldest trick in the book Keelan, the way you relegated The Pizza Boy a known top commodity, as an underdog who has only won a major championship in this business four fucking times is downright lunacy at best and you know that as well as I do, so I'm not buying what you're selling Keelan. If you're trying to play fruitless mind games, you might as well stick to your day job because you completely suck at it. You're talking to the master of mind games, I make a living out of it. Nobody sees you as the winner of this match so who are you trying to fool anyway? You're just another body because Voltage needed a representative. Yeah, you climbed the ladder and earned your way here. What do you want? A fucking merit badge? Why do you feel like you're owed a break in this business when you've had your chances to succeed and you've blown them sky high. You're one of the biggest choke artists in EAW. You're just like Nasir. You have stars in your eyes but when you get to the moment of truth you collapse like a ton of bricks. It's the same old song and dance with you. Let's see here, you failed to capitalize against Aren and Drastik in a triple threat contenders match for World Championship. You failed to win the Cash in the Vault at Pain for Pride X that would have led to a major title. You failed to eliminate Jamie O'Hara in the elimination chamber at Road to Redemption where you had him right where you wanted him. You lost to Lars Grier to be the number one contender at King of Elite, yet you deserve a break? You're kidding me, right? How many chances at glory are you going to get? How about you make room for a superstar who hasn't gotten a chance at the top title. It's said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results, you're not just insane Keelan, you're a helpless, hapless fuck that shouldn't be in the match. You've been force fed so many opportunities and hopefully this is your last one for a while maybe then you'll realize that you're just not up to snuff with the likes of Theron and myself, maybe then you'll stop breathing down Jamie O'Hara's neck like an annoying pissant because that's about as close as you'll ever get to a world championship anyway, but you'll still go out there at King of Elite, you'll do your thing, you'll put on an impressive match and fight your heart out admirably, but your role is simple at King of Elite; to be an occasional distraction and to be the man to eat the pin. That's it.

You're so predictable, Theron. How is it that everybody you come across you immediately disregard as a non-threat, it's the same old cookie cutter bullshit you've been spouting for months, you haven't changed one bit, you would think after all you've been through, you'd be humbled by now, but you're a different animal aren't you? Oh my god! Theron doesn't buy into the hype that is surrounding Darkane! I'm going to cry my eyes out, grab a rusty razor and slit my wrists silly. It's Theron's world and we're all living in it, right? We're all under the eye of Theron when in reality we have no reason to be. Don't you think I've been forced to listen to the exact same regurgitated garbage that Theron is the next big thing? That there's something GREAT in Theron? That Theron has all his ducks and a row and he's such a calculated, methodical mastermind who plays chess while everybody else is playing checkers. All hail Theron! Please; all I can do is roll my eyes at this point. I mean you're still up in arms about your National Elite Championship shot that you never got when you've had months and months since I fought for it to win it yourself, but no, The National Elite Championship doesn't matter because instead, you were vying for the top prize in the company. It's like, why does The National Elite Championship still matter to you if you're competing with main event talent like say... Ares Vendetta, who did you a colossal favor mind you and for some ungodly reason got himself disqualified which shocked the world and turned it on its axis, if he wasn't such a mongrel himself, he would be in your spot and you'd be licking your wounds and drying your eyes. I guess every competitor at one point or another needs a little luck to get by, not to mention you needed a helping hand by the now-defunct John Doe against Rex McAllister yet you chastise me about how and who I beat in order to get to the dance? At least I didn't need assistance to get by.

You know, I remember at Pain for Pride X where I sat on the outside after that nasty uppercut you gave me and I watched the final moments tick down between you and Sheridan, I watched you two duke it out and then you eliminated her and I watched you celebrate in front of millions. Right there and then I should have been convinced that you were destined for greatness, that all the hearsay turned out to be true but when we locked eyes as you stood on the turnbuckle, I knew that eventually all of your bullshit would catch up to you and guess what? It did. You may have stood victorious above me at Pain for Pride X and I hold no contempt for you, you won it fair and square, but look at what became of it. You cashed that contract with your head held high against Tiberius at Dia Del Diablo, you were as confident as can be, you felt like you were a shoe in for that EAW World Championship, but that aura could only protect you for so long, eventually, reality would rear its ugly head and before you say you got royally fucked in that match and screwed over, one would think, since you're a mastermind and everything you should have expected those kinds of shenanigans from Tiberius, you should have known that's how he operates, but no, you felt you were too damn good, that nothing could breach your armor and that you were invinsible. We all know that you'll use getting screwed over as an excuse to justify not thinking ahead. You'll use it as an excuse to cover your ass from any backlash, but wait, there's more! You had yet another chance and this time the odds were even, so there's no reason to believe that you would lose this match right? Wrong. Territorial Invasion rolls around and you team up in a winner takes all match with the High Rollerz. Something tells me that this is the one that got you the most, this is the one that really ripped your heart out of your chest. This is the match where everyone who you belittled and walked over along the way, would feel fulfilled. Another opportunity fell right into your lap Theron and you pissed it away. I watched it myself from a distance, I couldn't help myself, I had to and wanted to see you fall as much as anybody and when I saw your heart break into a thousand pieces as you held your head in your hands I snapped my head back and I started laughing like no tomorrow. Even to this day, I get a good hearty laugh out of it. Maybe Theron isn't all that he's made out to be. Sound familiar?

But this time, I have the opportunity to shut you up and I'm not going to let that go by the wayside. You don't even know how long I've been waiting for this opportunity to get my hands on you. I'm going to recreate that dismal feeling you felt when you couldn't get the job done at Territorial Invasion, the feeling that has been haunting you for months. That feeling of having your world championship aspirations die right before your eyes. I can't even imagine, it must have been so, so tragic. I don't feel bad for you, you had it coming, you made your bed and now you must sleep in it. You and Keelan collectively have had your opportunities. Why should either of you get any more title shots? What about me? What about Darkane? It's time for a new face to drop into the World Championship picture. It's time to freshen things up around here, but the both of you will continue to doubt my credibility and throw me under the bus, that's okay, I've proven people wrong in the past and I can do it all over again. Try me, see what I'm capable of, you might be surprised at what you encounter. Do you know how many men have downplayed me over the past year? They've said I'm nothing more than a drunken misfit, who happens to have a pair of fists and a will to win. So what? That's not impressive, winning the Hardcore Championship isn't impressive, winning Rookie of the Year over Theron I might add isn't impressive. Winning a fucking title which neither Theron or Keelan have done isn't impressive. There's a lesson to be learned in all of this and that is you can't please everybody, so you should just focus on you. That's exactly what I've been doing and I haven't looked back since.
Jamie O'Hara
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 5:44 am by Jamie O'Hara
Doomsday…

Isn’t that what you believed you were at Road to Redemption?

Every single challenger who has stepped before me during this reign has proclaimed to be the one to take it all away and they’ve all walked away with a shot to the ego. You yourself, Lars, approached me with such similarity at Road to Redemption and yet, couldn’t break the top end of the match. Why should I take anything you say with caution? You’ve proven to be a false prophet in your words, incapable of living up to the promises you make; calling yourself the ultimate demise of my reign, of my grip on the Voltage brand is near laughable. And it’s not as if I don’t consider it a possibility, I ponder defeat all the time. I consider the possibility of my challenger defeating me, at times I crave for someone to surpass me and take the World Heavyweight Championship. Allowing such thoughts doesn’t lead you down the path towards defeat, being weak-minded unravels one’s self belief. The tendrils don’t flow, they’re not a liquid, it’s not energy, it’s not essence, rather they wrap themselves around your feeble mind and constrict...constrict until every ounce of positive thought is rinsed out; like water from a soaked towel. I’ve reigned for this long, all while entertaining the thought of defeat, exploring the grey that exists between your black and white perspective on the mental war we wage. That’s why you’re not my doomsday; that’s why you never will be. When you approach this throne with such a cookie cutter mentality, you’re putting yourself far, far too many steps behind the king to catch up. I’ve been told of my demise since day one; every challenger has threatened to take it all away and every challenger, as the list of names defeated grew longer and longer, remained ignorant to their slim chances. Still, some eight months after I captured this title, you want to foolishly dive head first into this war with the belief that you will strip it all away; without an entertained thought of what lies beyond it in the possible...the highly likely inevitability of defeat. Defeat is nothing to me. At worst, I never hear the end of it from your gutter mouth even if your career was to nosedive into the ground from the stratosphere, a defeat by your hands will be a constant reminder from your lips. Truly that’s a fate worse than death but I guess this world can never be constantly kind to me. Defeat doesn’t send me back to the bottom, the dark, dusty floor where bodies crash and their bones shatter; decay in the ground when they’re incapable of dragging themselves back up. No, I’ve broken the greatest of planes; a name, a career, a legacy that will always ensure my place in this business is never below the top. Always treated right, always treated with respect. The point of doomsday is to strip it all away, but what you would merely be doing is unshackling me from what has become the burden of being a champion.

Hardly a doomsday to be concerned about.

For every low I’ve reached, there are a plethora of matches where I upheld honour, class and prestige. Even as champion, those nights I called upon Cameron for a hand, having Call me a hypocrite as you wish, Grier, but my career speaks volumes in the face of few actions. Stooping to some lowly lows is...disappointing but there lies just another one of the immeasurable differences between you and I - what makes you good and what makes me fucking legendary - I will do what it takes to obtain victory. Is it at times necessary? More often than not, it isn’t but hearing someone bitch and moan about being robbed is a delightful tune to listen to. If you believe, so wholeheartedly, that I needed Cameron to beat TLA, that I needed to endanger a man’s life to retain my title then you’re simply not worth my time, Lars. The joy, the satisfaction it gave me to see both men crumble in the moment is a rare feeling in this business. Where they’re stripped of their pride, their ego, their self belief and all they can do is submit to the will of someone else, someone greater than they could ever be. But I won’t deny that I grew weary of seeing these false pretenders; men who couldn’t succeed on another brand. Faux headliners parading themselves around as greats because they linger on the precipice of the World Heavyweight Championship. How many times did I have to defeat TLA with such a show of dominance and class before the lowly merkin gave up on his pursuit? Bent his knee and bowed his head to the fucking king? Chris Elite? His arrogance, his delusions of thinking he was set for greatness because he picked up a Buster Douglas like win over Mr. DEDEDE. I don’t act as if I’m any different to you, Grier. I’m a hypocrite, I’m a liar, I’m a cunt who freely speaks ill without regard through his teeth; difference between you and I is that I embrace it. Instead what did you do? You used a victory over a now completely and utterly irrelevant opponent as substance. A victory that led to a reward...a reward that led to me...a defeat delivered inside the chamber and another night where you walked away with nothing. It might have been hot shit accolade to hold back in October but it doesn’t cut it in January 2018 fella. I’m sure another straw of similar short length will be clutched at once again in return; it’s an expectation. Can you embrace your faults? Such negative connotations? Unlikely. The precious, frail mind of someone like your’s finds it near impossible to perform such a pivot; no amount of forced, Google inspired, textbook copied philosophy or simple bullshit can assist you in your efforts.

You’re weak.

The Raven is built on a foundation of sand and it slips away into the ocean without you even realising it.

You don’t entertain defeat because you don’t have it in you to stop yourself from falling down into the rabbit hole of self-inflicted fear mongering. Fear, uncertainty, doubt, it all flows through your mind like the broken levies of a dam...and it’s those expectations you hold of yourself. You expected the New Breed Championship to fall into your grasps but you couldn’t defeat Marx. How many sleepless nights did it take for you to climb back out of that hole? How about when you failed miserably to defeat McAllister to become the National Elite Champion? Such grandeur you anticipated to fall merely into your lap and I think the Feed posts are enough to exemplify the immense burden you’ve hoisted onto your own shoulders and carried all this time. You’re a precious soul with armour that is bent, dented with even the slightest and lightest of blows; a mind too feeble to have a mental edge like few others. Perhaps you will succeed. Now...tomorrow...further down the line, success is something that might fall into your lap but it will wither away quicker than you can truly imagine. When the world starts discussing your downfall the second you take that title, how do you cope? When the world starts saying your opponents deserve to be the World Heavyweight Champion more than you...what stops you from doubting yourself once more? It certainly wouldn’t be hard to imagine someone of Ryan Wilson’s calibre taking the greatest of advantages and exploiting your mental weakness. You cannot possibly attain the success you wish to have, you cannot be the leader of the future, a cornerstone of this company for years to come if you cannot endure the POSSIBILITY of defeat. Be arrogant, be stubborn and watch the years tick by, the talent you believe to be lesser pass you by without a drop of ecstasy falling on your lips. And that’s a life that so many succumb to; when they can’t see their faults, when they can’t cop it on the chin, when they’re falter in the true battles, the continue to see grandeur before them but the illusions mask a bleak, bleak future. Every hole in your armour you attempt to plug with your single accomplishment of the year, the Next Up award or the insignificant victories; APOCALYPSE so many months ago, a contendership won by so many before you. You can stand there and speak with a dictionary opened up before you but you’re still going to tell the same conventional narrative others have spoken and have spoken for months when opposing me. You’re a man without substance to prove his worth. You’re a contender that has achieved so little and every reason why you’re going to walk out of King of Elite can be boiled down to the two words of “just because”. I do enjoy the humour of seeing another bottom feeding rat puff their chest out, dismiss what he cannot answer and claim I’m running out of bullets. It’s almost as if I’m facing Elite once again...or every other opponent who thought I was scratching and clawing for something to say...something to fire back. Perhaps you can see past your delusions and your false hope to give me something of true substance to your credentials as being the future...being fit to hold the throne. But I don’t think your mind is capable of that; between the lack of creativity and the same repeated dribble that is present in the NEO ranks, it’s hard to imagine the sands shifting enough so soon.

What makes you different than everyone else? You said you’re not Cameron nor Keelan or TLA; lets throw in Chris Elite, lets throw in Xavier Williams, Carlos Rosso, Amadeus and Jacob Senn. All these names that I’ve beaten when the title was on the line, what makes you more of a threat to my reign than veterans? Than Hall of Famers? From the blokes who uttered the same words regarding the future as yourself? How about yourself? What makes this Lars Grier any different than the one I faced at Road to Redemption or on Voltage weeks prior? I can’t take your mere word about not being manipulated and played as a reason. As I’ve said repeatedly already, I already see a man whose mind is weak and limited; self inflicted but possibly bound to an unfortunate destiny of never achieving his dreams. You understand the idiom of “the more things change, the more they stay the same”, right? Of course! You’re The Raven! You likely have Wikipedia as your homepage on every device! You claimed you had “evolved” between Voltage and Road to Redemption. Thought you had prepared yourself to not walk into my hand, play my game and be bound to the strings, forced to dance the dance I wish to see like a marionette. You believed you had done enough, that you had changed your approach. All you did was walk into my game once more; another manipulation with relative ease. Now you’re claiming evolution once more. Congratulations, you defeated Keelan Cetinich, do you want another EAW Award for that? Evolution is learning to adapt. Evolution is learning to survive. Evolution is being the fucking fittest beast there is and no matter how many times you “evolve” Grier, you’re always going to be a step below the king of this fucking jungle. You’re in the same spot you were at Road to Redemption. You had the wind in your sails off the back of a victory, enough to believe your perceived “destiny” had arrived, you thought you had learnt from your mistakes on Voltage. What’s different now?

Nothing makes you different from my former challengers.

Nothing makes you different from who you were three months ago.

The funny thing about all of this? It isn’t a game I’m playing. It’s the harsh reality you - like so many others - do everything you can to ignore to seem invincible.

You want me to care about this match in a way that elevates you like no other person has done so before. You want me to treat you as a true top tier talent, the one you believe you see every time you stare back into the mirror. I can’t and I won’t. I’m beyond the status of merely being the World Heavyweight Champion, this fight isn’t about success, it isn’t about my accolades, it isn’t about anything that I achieved; it’s purely putting you in your rightful place, your deserved place as another arrogant jester who thought he was fit to sit on the king’s throne. Everything I’ve achieved last year from King of Elite finals to this very championship, a marquee match at the single greatest and important event this company has had, to the records I smashed and the awards I won, I could shove it all down your throat. I could bury you beneath it all and by the time you fight your way up above it all with your pathetic echoes King of Elite would have passed you by. But I don’t need to. Just like every other legend in this business doesn’t throw their awards, their accolades, their success around; it isn’t needed. Allowing someone like you become the World Heavyweight Champion, to call themselves a World Champion at all would be a disgrace but even that is secondary. Even that is secondary to my goal of simply making you suffer. You think I humiliated you before? However you felt after I walked right through you last time isn’t going to be able to measure up to the absolute feeling of shame that you’re going to be carried from that ring with. You say it’s going to end differently but so did TLA. Nah, it wasn’t the second time nor the third time, it was the fourth time lucky for him! Apparently. Xavier Williams. Couldn’t beat me on his own at Territorial Invasion 2015, couldn’t stop me from being EAW Champion, couldn’t stop me from pinning him a year later, couldn’t beat me at Grand Rampage last year, couldn’t beat me at Pain For Pride. Myself. I couldn’t beat Lannister on my debut, I couldn’t beat him in the chamber, I couldn’t beat him on Voltage not once but twice, I couldn’t beat him at this same show two years ago to retain the EAW Championship. You say it’s going to be different this time around but the harsh truth is Lars so rarely is it. And this is quite possibly the most sincere I’m ever going to get; you can channel any piece of inspiration and you can use someone’s lackluster thoughts of yourself as fuel, as motivation but in the end, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I don’t need to twist your words and I’ll give you the respect and not do so; I’ve uttered them myself. Perhaps things could have been different for you. Unlike TLA, unlike Williams and unlike myself, this night could certainly be different than our previous bouts. But you laid a finger on the very last person you should ever do so. You hurt the one person you should never have fucking hurt. I’m not coming to defend my World Heavyweight Championship. I’m not walking in as the World Heavyweight Champion.

Can you wrap your head around that? You’re not facing the same bloke you saw inside the chamber. You’re not facing the same bloke that made you look like a weak contender on Voltage. You’re not facing the same bloke who “humiliate” you. You’re facing a bloke that’s simply going to do every single fucking thing he can to ensure that you don’t walk away from that ring. Win, lose, get myself disqualified it doesn’t really matter; your broken body is going to be worth the sacrifice of anything.

Including the World Heavyweight Championship
Keelan
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 5:40 am by Keelan
So… here we are.

Three individuals. Three very viable representatives to their respective brands. Three men that have fought to the brink -- tooth and nail -- to get to this moment. Not just in this tournament either, but the entirety of our careers here in Elite Answers Wrestling. Theron Nikolas, Darkane… my name is Keelan Cetinich, and I plan on becoming the King of Elite for 2018.

So let’s get started.

The similarities Theron and I share are impeccable. It’s not often you get to stand in the middle of a ring with a man who’s had an almost identical come up like you have. Between Theron and I, we cannot compare our past achievements or accolades to the task ahead for the two of us at King of Elite. This isn’t about the past… it’s about the future. With Darkane in the mix too, this is going to boil down to who the fuck wants it more than the other. This is going to boil down to who is willing to exceed their own limits to reach that extra bit of distance to get over the line and come out the victor. I know what Theron is experiencing. I am well aware of the emotions and feelings he has within himself. I also know that he is about ready to unleash them onto Darkane and myself at King of Elite. But, boy, Theron is also in for my inner self coming out to wreak havoc this weekend too.

Let me ask you Theron… why did you not stick to the same Theron Nikolas from Pain For Pride X? The one that had every mother fucker quivering in their boots, trembling with fear as you demolished 30 other individuals to win that 24/7 contract battle royal? Why did you change from that? In all honesty, wouldn’t keeping that same mentality and allowing yourself to use that same mindset in your match with Tiberius Jones gotten you over the line? Shit, you could have been the EAW Champion. But what changed for you? Was it the bittersweet taste of failure? Did the pressure become too much? Was it perhaps a minor mishap or even one wrong decision? These are just rhetorical questions I am throwing out, of course. I’m not expecting an answer but feel free to throw one back at me for curiosity sake. These are just all things even the best of us face in this industry. But if it’s gotten to you to the point where now you have discovered that there’s something wrong, then I’m sorry but it’s too late for you now. If you’ve truly been watching me for a while, then you’d know that my season 11 has been an interesting pathway. With every minor or major victory I manage to grab to put under my belt, I continue to climb upwards. I see the promise land in sight but with all things it’s a long, strenuous road ahead. With my victories over the likes of Carlos Rosso and Amadeus, I’ve taken heavy losses as well to the likes of Lars Grier and the EAW World Heavyweight Champion himself, Jamie O’Hara. With each heavy loss I’ve taken this season, I’ve come back stronger and way more deadlier than ever. After being successful over Carlos Rosso at Ground Zero, the momentum I carried was at an all-time high for me. I used it to pick up a victory over then EAW Interwire Champion Amadeus to qualify for the Voltage Extreme Elimination Chamber. We all know what happened there, right? We all saw how far I got… and with one mistake that I made that allowed the champion to get a dirty move on me to end it all, the pain I felt was indescribable. I was at the point where I could taste the gold and it was ripped away from me just like that. But upon learning from my mistakes months prior, I knew I had to continue to use my failures as a tool to get better and not to fall into the easy trap of becoming upset and depressed at yet another loss. So I had to take it upon myself to challenge Lars Grier only a short number of weeks later with the winner getting the opportunity to face Jamie once more for the belt. And what happened there? Yes, I lost too. Another minor mishap that cost me what might have been my final chance of being the individual to dethrone Jamie O’Hara and put an end to his illustrious reign as the longest reigning world champion in this company’s history. But again, I couldn’t let it eat me alive like I let it in the past. I refused to let myself complain when I was alone. I had to keep working… I had to keep that grind up. So what did I do from there? I went on an absolute tear. I ripped through some of the best Voltage had to offer just to get to where I am right now. And lo and behold, I am now the representative of Voltage in the King of Elite Finals. To call this just another accomplishment is a vast understatement. This is easily the biggest match of my entire EAW career. But you want to know what I feel when I look into this match, Theron? I don’t feel pressure like I thought I would. I don’t feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I don’t feel the need to impress anybody. I don’t feel like in the result of a failure that I would let anybody down. I just feel… calm. I feel composed. I feel like this opportunity laid out before my eyes is something that is right for me. It’s almost hard to describe, but it’s almost like this is my destiny as crazy as it sounds. And it might very well be. For you are correct Theron, you and I are not so different at all. Again, no championships to show for the type of competitors we are as wrestlers. All we have to show for is how we perform in the ring, and I feel that you and I are very deserving to be in the spot we’re in now. At the end of the day, it’s all about who wants it more. The reason I brought all this up for you Theron is for a very simple reason and it’s this. If I fail, I feel like I would welcome it with open arms this time around because I know that I am able to keep coming back stronger and better and more dangerous than ever before. I will happily fail 100 times before achieving that one victory for that one championship. It’s just who I am. It’s how I was brought up as a kid and it’s how I, as a veteran of this business, want to portray myself as a human being and as an in-ring competitor. But you… you so simply made a mistake in revealing a true weakness to yourself, Theron. For you seem very motivated and extremely determined to finally reach out for that brass ring, but just one more failure might push you to the brink. One more big loss might just have you fade away into oblivion and to the point where you just become an eventual afterthought. So that is where I must correct you for you said that you and I can’t fail. No… I can, but you cannot. With our similar paths with vastly different obstacles on our winding road to this destination right now, it is evident who’s mindset is stronger than the others.

It’s almost as if you’re attempting some mind games with me, Theron. How am I going to be forced to deal with it again? How will I react? Well, I just told you. It will pain me at first don’t get me wrong, but I know that I am able to recover. I’ve competed in almost a dozen promotions across the globe Theron and have been a champion in every single one of them except EAW. I came out of retirement in mid-2016 after almost five years simply because I missed competing inside the squared circle. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would make it as far as I had a year and a half later. It’s definitely overwhelming but my determination to succeed continues to be perceivable. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this more than anything in the world right now, because I do. My goal is to become a world champion one day soon before I retire again and this time for good. If I become the King of Elite, Theron, and Lars Grier does the impossible and ends the reign of Jamie O’Hara, I’m not going to look into some made up mirror and think, “damn that could have been me.” Quite the contrary. I’m fully aware what this match means and that is why I am ready to reach my breaking point. Should Lars and I do the impossible, you better believe I’m coming for him. The man that took the contendership away from me facing the man that will take his championship away from him. What a story, eh? But Theron, your attempt at mind games is very poor which is unfortunately disappointing, because with all of those questions you just asked me I could so simply ask you the same as well. But, I won’t do that because I know that you and I would just give each other the same god damned answer, so I’ll save both of us the trouble there. So, you want to see The Killer at King of Elite? Well then you’re damn right you’re going to see The Killer. You’re going to see the motivated man that builds up stronger and stronger with each obstacle that conquers him. You’re going to see the insistent, adamant individual with his momentum at a skyhigh ready to carry it over as he attempts to become the King of this company. I am ready to push you as far as your body will allow. I want you to reach your breaking point just as much as I am ready to reach mine. I know you’re going to be bringing absolutely everything you possibly can to me, but I don’t know if you’re ready for how I am going to be able to counter it all. It is one thing to be able to watch a man in action, but it’s a whole different story when you step into the ring with him.

Keep that in mind.

Darkane, I must admit I did not expect to see you in this match. I think just about everybody was ready to welcome Nasir Escobar to the fold but you did the unthinkable and proved them all wrong by defeating him. I can't say I'm very impressed with the effort you displayed in the Dynasty leg of the King of Elite tournament, however. I guess you did most certainly showcase a dominant display and I know that you’re not ready to stop there. I know the pain you’re thinking of attempting to inflict on me, and I just have to say that I welcome the challenge. Your 2017 has been magnificent to say the least. You have a championship to show for it and the honour of calling yourself the rookie of the year. I’m sure you’re proud of everything you’ve accomplished thus far in your short career here in EAW. I can’t say I envy you though. You earned the opportunities and you grabbed them by the balls and made them your own. I applaud efforts such as that. But when you look at yourself, Darkane, and then you look at individuals such as Theron and myself, there is a very big difference between you and us. You may have gold to showcase for your efforts, but how many times have you walked into a big match such as this? Cash in the Vault? Elimination Chamber? You’re about to step into the main event match of one of EAW’s biggest shows of the entire calendar year. Are you ready for this kind of commitment? Are you ready to have millions upon millions of eyes glued to you as you attempt to become the King of this place? As talented as you might be, some might say that you’ve had it easy. Some might say that you were able to cruise towards this Triple Threat match. Let’s be honest, Dynasty doesn’t exactly have a lot of firepower to its name like it used to. You defeated a nobody in Reginald Dampshaw III, then you managed to overcome the literal underdog of that whole brand in The Pizza Boy; a man who probably never should have been a World Champion in the first place considering his size and stature but he managed to do it anyway, somehow. And then Nasir Escobar, the man everybody thought would be the Dynasty representative. Those people thought that because Nasir Escobar shares the exact story Theron and I do, and oh what a story it would have been to see three men who are the most deserving individuals in finally catching a break, that they thought he would have been joining us. The three of us would have killed each other if it meant becoming King of Elite. But instead we got you, Darkane. You ruined what could have been a beautiful picture my friend, but it’s okay. I respect that you’re just trying to build up a pretty nifty resume for yourself, but you’re going to soon be struck with a reality check when you learn that you do not belong in this match with Theron and myself. That’s just the hard, harsh, and honest truth behind it. But, you are more than welcome to prove me wrong. I look forward to hearing what you have to say soon, and I challenge to you to say something about me that nobody has ever brought up before. 


Good luck, but until then...

THE KILLER HAS SPOKEN.
Theron Nikolas
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post January 1st 2018, 3:16 am by Theron Nikolas
This is a constant dream.

A dream without failure. A dream without thinking of everything that could have been. A dream without coming so close. A dream without constantly failing to break through that seemingly unbreakable glass ceiling over my head.

A dream I'm so desperate to turn into reality.

I'm not going to lie. I've been wearing a false smile. I should be happy. Sure, I haven't found the success that I thought I would have with the opportunities that I have had, and it pained me so fucking much to watch someone like the Heart Break Gal do what I couldn't and rip that EAW World Championship out of the hands of Tiberius Jones. But, with the amount of time that I've been in this company; I should find some form of pride in what I've achieved. I'm miles ahead of where I should be. I sit at the top of Showdown as a name that has proven that he can stand toe to toe against any name that stands in front of me. I've proven that I have more heart that anyone in this entire business was willing to give me credit for. I had Ares Vendetta, Lannister AND Tiberius Jones hit me with their best fucking shot and it STILL only be enough to drop me to my fucking knees.

But, I'm not.

I'm not happy - I'm not fucking close.

I haven't ignored it. I know that there's something wrong. I know that there's that one piece missing that's stopping me from taking that one final step into prosperity. I've been trying to find the answer. I thought that it came down to me placing focus on things that didn't matter. I spent more time thinking about how I was going to prove that a man like Rex McAllister couldn't stand on his own two feet and that if it wasn't for someone like John Doe - he wouldn't be anything worth mentioning. I made a goal. I was going to place all of that behind me as I walked into that Elimination Chamber. I was going to try to find the same mentality that I held going into my few months in the company. I would focus on myself. I would make the moves that placed me in the best possible situation I could be in. It seemed like things were going to plan. It came down to Tiberius Jones and Theron Nikolas; we proved that there were no other names on Showdown that could keep up with what we could do. But, again; trying to adapt didn't work. What I believed was the answer to the questions that I was so desperate to answer was wrong. I didn't know the solution to the problem I've been dealing with. Truthfully, I still don't. But, I guess that's the problem. I remember when this used to be easy. I remember when I would walk through the halls of the company without a care in the world. It wasn't because of the men that I had standing behind me; it… it was just easy. I never overthought anything. I didn't plan ahead. I was unhappy with watching others get what I have earned, but I still played everything one week at a time.

I've spent the last week clearing my mind of it all; everything that's been weighing on my mind for months. I can focus on what I've lost and how close I've come, but it does nothing for me. Focusing on problems that may not actually be there does absolutely fucking nothing for me. So, I'm going back to what worked. I'm going to back to what made Theron Nikolas so great. I'm going back to made Theron Nikolas overshadow almost everyone at Pain for Pride while being in nothing more than a throwaway battle royal.

So, let's get started, shall we?

I've been watching you for a while, Keelan. It goes back further than just throughout my time in this company. I focused on the things that I was going to need to both do and overcome throughout my first few months here. I watched you and saw the challenges thrown in your direction and how you handled them. I watched you, along with others in your position and learned about the things I should do, and the things that I shouldn't. We're not too different, are we? Well, we are, but we walk into this match at King of Elite with just as much as each other. Neither of us have found ourselves with Championship gold around our waist or hanging from our shoulder. We've been given chances to become great, but always end up being the groomsman and never the groom. Constantly forced to watch as others get to taste that feeling we both long for, while we're left to settle for nothing. I have no doubts that we both hold the same mindset when it comes to King of Elite. We can't fail. We can't allow ourselves to let another opportunity slip between our fingers. I'm sure that neither of us can bare to watch that crown rest on the head of someone else. They say that it's our trials that shape who we are. It's not how we handle success, but failure that shows our true nature. You know how I felt at Road to Redemption. Both placing so much effort to fall just a little bit too short. You got a small taste of what I've been dealing with since Pain for Pride. Your defeat at Shock Value doesn't compare, even if it was someone as disappointing as Lars Grier. You never forget the feeling of falling short of the things you want more than anything else in the world. Being fingertips away only to have someone else pull that rug out from under you.

It's not going to change, not for you at least.

You're going to be forced to deal with it again. The real question is how are you going to react, Keelan? Imagine - just imagine, throughout all your hard work, you fall short again. You watch someone else sit on that throne while you lick your wounds and try your hardest to take another step forward. But, it doesn't end there. No, there's the possibility that Lars Grier does the seemingly impossible and ends the record breaking reign of Jamie O’Hara. You're forced to look into the mirror as you're left with just as much as you walked through the doors of this company almost two years ago. You're forced to look around and see those that have kicked down the doors of this company and have ran straight past you, no matter how hard you try. It brings me back to that question; how are you going to react? How are you going to react when the weight of everything that you've failed to become comes crashing down onto your shoulders? How are you going to react when you see someone like Carlos Rosso - a man you've beaten on so many occasions stands in front of the world as a champion, while you still can't get all of those pieces together. How are you going to react knowing that Lars Grier may be standing in front of the world as the World Heavyweight Champion, months after being nothing more than fucking cannon fodder, while you continue to stumble your way through the ranks of Voltage. You take a look around and for you, Keelan, you see how much more this match means. For you, Keelan, this is so much more than just fighting for a crown and throne. This is your opportunity to prove that there's actually something to Keelan Cetinich; more than anyone has had the chance to see. What I hope to see at King of Elite, Keelan - I want you to stay true that little name you've tagged to yourself. I want to see The Killer. I want to see a man that's able to push me further than any other name in this business has been able to. The world has seen on more than one occasion to what it actually takes to keep me down, and sad truth for you is that everything that you've shown from the moment you first walked through the doors of the company to this very moment.

It doesn't come fucking close.

But enough about him and now the man that's taking the world by storm. It's always been the two of us, hasn't it, Darkane? From Showdown to now standing on two different brands. It's always been me and you. It's fitting. The two of us standing at King of Elite fighting for the same crown. I’ve been forced to listen constantly. There’s something about Darkane. There’s something GREAT about Darkane. Have you seen the man? He doesn’t move forward by steps, but instead he leaps forward. There’s no doubt that one day the man is going to stand at the top of this business with one of those crown jewel resting in both hands. The Hardcare Championship is just the beginning of something that could really go down as one of the greatest that this business has ever seen. It makes me sick. I see you as the man I always have. I see a man that, as great as he becomes - he’s always be below me. I remember watching; I was almost obsessed by it. Rex McAllister was the National Elite Champion and threw out an open challenge. You were the man to answer it, and it boiled my blood. I had work my ass off for it. I beat every name that Damien Murrow threw in my way, but I hadn’t been rewarded for it. Instead you were the man that was given the opportunity to compete for that National Elite Championship. The same murmurs floated around back then as they do now. It was only a matter of time before you became something. There was supposedly this major possibility that you could be the man take that championship from around the waist of Rex. It wasn’t meant to be and my idea on you came true. You were not everything that others thought you were. You had potential; sure, I’m not going to so blind to ignore that. But, I didn’t see a man that could have truly become great. But, they still didn’t see it. They still don’t see it. I gained my opportunity to finally stand against you. The first moment where I was truly forced to put up or shut up. Prove myself right, or be forced to see the same vision that the rest of these people do as they watch through those rose tinted glasses. I won. I won like I always did. But, nothing came from it. Nothing always seemed to come from everything back then. But, with it, I proved myself right. I was above you. Pain for Pride came and went, and like I always did - I stood in front of the world with my head held high and that contract in my hand. But, more importantly - that’s the last time I’ve had the chance to stand in this position.

Against you.

I’ve been to watch as you’ve put your foot forward. You walked onto Dynasty and you undeniably began to make a name for yourself. You found your footing and eventually conquered Scott Diamond to grasp onto the championship resting around your waist, just a mere month after Scott had managed to win it. Things haven’t slowed down, have they? When you look like you’re going to fall - you manage to pull yourself back up. This tournament highlights it perfectly, doesn’t it? You were placed against names that were meant to beat you, and you managed to make them fall at your feet. I guess, this is the part where I’m meant to finally see you for everything you are. I’m meant to see a man who’s grown from the scum that he once was. I’m meant to see a man that holds the potential to conquer this entire business.

But, I still don’t.

I’m sorry, Darkane. I’ve tried. I’m not going to sit here and act like I haven’t. I’ve tried my hardest to see what everyone else does. I’m making a mistake. Good things never come from buying into the belief that your own mind tries to sell you. But, I wasn’t wrong before, was I? Congratulations, Darkane! Congratulations on successfully making the finals of the King of Elite tournament… on a brand filled with cinderella stories of those whose feet are never the perfect fit for that glass slipper - no matter how much the rest of the world hopes it does. Nasir Escobar and The Pizza Boy; two names that go well on a resume, but if you really look at it - ones a man that doesn’t have the mettle to become everything he dreams so hard to become and the other was meant to be a man that would become a GREAT champion, but really didn’t turn out to be all that special, did he? I’m not impressed. I see the same man that I saw months ago. A man that’s building the walls to his own kingdom; sitting on a pedestal created by the hopes and expectations of those watching. But those walls are covered in cracks; that pedestal is beginning to crumble. It’s ironic. It’s so fucking ironic. You do all of this hard work. You begin to prove that you can do it - and then you run into me.

The man that will always knock you right back down to reality.
Stark
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 10:32 pm by Stark
King of Elite 2


While at first I was wondering how anyone is capable of talking for so long about so little, a baseless diatribe that is equal parts amusing and pathetic, a long-winded boring lecture of a monologue that says in an hour what could be said in a minute; my speculation on the topic was cut short by the deflating realization that it’s Sheridan Muller I’m sadly dealing with here. Sheridan Muller, the only elitist hated enough to have absolutely nothing going on in her life on New Years Eve. No party to go to, no family to be with, nowhere to be other than in her perpetual state of misery, staring at her camera while she tortures me and Cameron with her abominations of human decency. Again, I have to deal with another cretin who lacks any comprehension of the concept of SUBSTANCE, knowing which of your words hold meaning and which of your words - and in your case Sher, it’s a loooot of words - are just there to make yourself seem more intimidating than you actually are. You’re a cookie-cutter shell of your former self. Yeah maybe at one point you were the freshest thing out here. Maybe at one point you were the only female elitist that was actually worth anything, just whatever the fuck your retarded version of history is, let it die. Honestly Sher, we don’t need to hear the whole fucking story every time you open your mouth. How you were the last Vixen, how you beat Cailin Dillon, bringing up Alexis Diemos like she actually ever mattered, and only the lord himself knows whatever the fuck else you’re trying to communicate, but please, for my sake, for your own mental health which is clearly ten feet deep in the shitter, just stop it. There’s no bigger headache in the world than trying to listen to you speak.

I don’t doubt that in your fucked up head, you’ll take that as a compliment. Because nothing else in life brings you joy - well, only because you’re too much of a worthless failure to actually do anything that will bring you any semblance of peace or satisfaction - you somehow find joy in the misery of others. I get that when it comes to the world of professional wrestling, there are molds that people fill into, stereotypes and cliches that repeat themselves over and over again, down to the point where the legacies of even some of the most iconic figures in this industries are tainted by the countless cheap imitation acts that have tried and failed to replicate what was once the hottest thing in the business. There’s the sociopath, the cold relentless killer who cares about nothing but themselves - how many of those are there? How many of those have there been? But the real question, Sher, is how many of them are actually worth remembering? You foolishly find yourself on the level of some of the greatest this company has ever seen. You think who you are now, is some fresh new original take on the old adage of the cunning bastard with Cheech and Chong by his side catering to his needs, as if The Axis is anything remarkable or extraordinary. Tell me, how am I supposed to Sheridan with her cronies as anything more than just a cheap imitation of the countless stables this company has had - now I know your understanding of history doesn’t go all that far past World War 2 where you bring out these disgusting offensive references to the fucking Holocaust. You’re running a third class Triumvirate over here while you’re an eighth class Ares Vendetta. Speaking of which, how was getting your neck stomped to the ground by him at The Shrine? Fun?

Speaking of which, I’m the edgelord? Me. The pot-smoking, friendly hippy, is the edgelord. Nah, definitely can’t be “German Efficiency” running the “Axis” talking about inflicting a “holocaust” upon the world. That ain’t an edgelord, no siree, no way. Sure sounds like a classic case of projection to me. Is the almighty Sheridan actually using Edgelord as an insult though? What thesaurus did you find that one in? Urban Dictionary? Because while the Queen of Cunts holds up this facade of being some sophisticated goddess, the reality remains that underneath it, Sheridan might legitimately be worse than gutter trash. Now, I know a thing or two about gutter trash. While I myself was fortunate enough to have somewhat of a nice life, I did grow up in fucking Queens, New York. If you’re not familiar with Queens, Sher, understand this - it’s a melting pot of the worst kind. I’ve seen the worst in people. Yet somehow, your soul is darker, more wretched than anything I’ve ever seen. Not only do you drag the name of our passed sister through the dirt like the insensitive, classless witch you are, but you pride yourself on making a mockery of a time in history where SIX MILLION people where killed because of nothing other than who they were. My profanity bothers you - your tastelessness angers me. So when you come out here with your unfounded superiority complex, I want nothing more to do than to bash your fucking teeth down your throat. You’re a cunt Sher, plain and simple. This company was brighter than it ever was when you got fired the first time, and all we can do backstage is pray that you fuck off back to the tenth circle of hell again for all of our sakes.

Where you once fought for admiration, you now fight in spite of it. That’s an ideal I would normally respect if not coming from you. I don’t care what you THINK the world did to you this year, Sher. Classic victim complex, everyone and everything is wrong except you. How can the almighty Sheridan Muller be at fault for anything? It’s just not possible right? You really sound like my grandma you know that. But considering the poor old hoot has six different kinds of dementia, as do you apparently, I’m not surprised. Every time I go see ol’ gran, it’s the same whole “woe is me” life story, every single fucking time, from the top to the bottom, no boring detail left out, no egregious stone left unturned. The point is Sheridan, nobody cares. No one cares about the injustices you’ve incurred, otherwise there wouldn’t have been as big of a fucking party backstage as there was the day you got fired. Maybe you need to realize that the reason you’ve had such a shit year is because shit gets what shit deserves? Or is that too obvious of a point for you to get through your thick skull? You know what, though? You’re right. I don’t feel as bad about my failures this year once I look at it from the lens of your miserable life. But I don’t feel bad about how miserable your life has been either. You’re still out here talking like you did all the work in putting Tarah Nova away, conveniently ignoring the fact that she had you beat until your little buddies came out to help like the bitch ass fake news Donald Trump looking cunt you are. You can downplay my failures all the same as you downplay my accomplishments, but all that’s proving to me is that you are every bit the paper person I knew you were - you have no legs to stand on, nothing to back up your name, all it’ll take is one flick of my lighter to make you disappear forever - or in this case, I’ll have to drive my knee into your brainium and hopefully realign some of the malfunctioning machinery in there.

Because I, am the Almighty, Evan, Phantom, Stark. I too can speak like Sheridan Elsa Muller. I too can pretend to have class and dignity under the veil of sophistication when in all actuality I have none. I too, can regurgitate my whole life story countless times. I too, can speak like a pretentious cunt, using one, two, and of course, three, adjectives in every sentence, to describe in a thousand words what could be said in two, and ultimately, German Efficiency will bring the holocaust and I lived happily ever after. The benefit I have from experience Sher, is that as powerful, intimidating, or as mighty as you think you are, you’re gonna be nothing more than just another opponent of mine in the long term. You’re not going to be someone I look back on facing and recall having learned from or improved as a result of competing against. You’re just an annoying rat that I have the misfortune of trying to promo against. Idiots like El Landerson at the very least understand they’re idiots. Idiots like Sheridan Muller think they’re the second coming of Jaywalker while they don’t realize they’re just another generically produced second-rate product.

Normally, I try to help, I try to guide, I really do. And sometimes, it works. Sometimes, I’m able to get through to the person on the other side. But in your case, an entire trash year of failure hasn’t taught you shit, so nothing will. That’s why all you’re worthy of is my insults, if even that. I sure wish I knew what the fuck you were talking about Sher, but like a Donald Trump speech, historians will look back at these confusing hieroglyphics of yours and shoot themselves once they realize they’ve found perhaps the most useless string of words ever put together. You want me to sum down your bullshit into one concise sentence? Sheridan thinks she’s better than everyone. At King of Elite, you’ll realize the web of lies you lie upon are inescapable, and until you realize you are nothing, until you realize you are worthless, then there is no chance of you pulling yourself out of that web. So stay tangled in it for all I care. Sure the result of that is me pulling hair out of my head and bashing my head against the wall every time I try to understand what you’re saying, but that same bullshit will be your eventual downfall at King of Elite, and there is where you’ll either understand the effects of your nonsense or continue to fail as you have for all of 2017.

What went wrong with Stark? The question that defines my year after losing the National Elite Championship. Look Cam, I’m not going to sit here and tell you the whole story like Sheridan does so her 40 minute promo videos look they actually have shit worth listening to in them. All you need to know about the circumstances surrounding my loss to Prince of Phenomenal was that my head just wasn’t in the right place because of factors outside of my wrestling career that I just couldn’t control. Personal tragedy has fucked me over before, back when I lost my New Breed Championship, and it did again when I took that loss to PoP for my National Elite title. That’s not an excuse, but I’m not making any, nor did I in the first place. I fucked up, that’s all it was. But, I’m glad you’re not one of the fools who takes that one bad night I had this year and uses it to define my entire career. I know that the fire and energy I brought against Rex McAllister is still in me. It’s not even dormant anymore; it’s been awoken. You’re wrong in that I walked back in expecting to have my title handed back to me. I took a few long seconds to pin POP and Nobi kicked my ass for it. That’s all fine. Maybe I don’t belong on that flagship show anymore, but I’ll do my part in making Dynasty the A-Show. If that requires bringing the Openweight Championship to the red brand, then that’s exactly what I’ll fight tooth and nail to do.

That star in me did fizzle out, but that’s the key. It didn’t die. There’s still hope to bring it back, and like you said, that begins with me once again capturing a championship and redeeming my underwhelming reigns. Maybe I haven’t faced the worst adversary. Maybe I’m not as scornful to the world as Sher is, but does that mean I want this any less than she does? I know for a fact that you’re my biggest threat here Cam. What you’ve done in this company for the past near decade speaks for itself. When Sher talks I wanna put daggers in my ears, but when you talk, I shut up and listen, if only out of respect. You want the guy who beat Rex? You want the guy that beat Jamie? I’m bringing THAT guy to King of Elite. I don’t care whose expense my redemption will be at, but even if it has to be yours, so be it. My ethic never died, it just went away, but I’ve found it again. The star shines brighter than ever now, Cameron. You’ll find yourself wiser for not doubting me in the first place. Then again, even if you do, just like Sher does here, just like how everyone doubted that I’d win the NEC or the New Breed gold, I’m going to do what makes me happiest in this world.

I’m going to smoke some weed. And then I’m going to prove every single one of you motherfuckers wrong.
Cameron Ella Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 10:18 pm by Cameron Ella Ava
II.

BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Let me get this straight, anyone that doesn’t see you as some sort of victim is a sheep to you? I apologize that I don’t see you as the victim because you're not one. In this story, women like Kendra Shamez, Madison Kaline and even Brody Sparks have been victims of yours. Anyone who has to deal with your constant cries and complains about being so alone in a world when you treat everyone you ever associate with like shit are the victim. You Sheridan? You’re not victim. You can justify your actions by tweaking the truth to fit your agenda, but everyone in this company can see right through you. It does not take a rocket scientist to know what you’re thinking inside your mind. You can continue to live in your fucked up state of denial because on multiple occasions, people like myself and Stark have told you why you’re so hated in this company. You’re arrogant. You’re not arrogant because you’re blunt. You’re arrogant because you walk around with your head up your ass and brag about victories that happened during your peak. You like to constantly remind people of how great you once were. You like to bring up women you claim you got rid of like it will make anyone think differently of you. You think for a second that it entitles you to a little respect when you’ve been a disrespectful little bitch the moment you returned to Empire. Constantly, you are looking for someone to point the finger at. No, Sheridan cannot be the reasoning for her firing! There must be someone conspiring against her! Hey! There’s Tarah Nova! I’ll point the finger at her because she’s the GM of Empire! Oh look! It’s Ares Vendetta! Let me point the finger at him because he is responsible for my downfall! Hey look! The Board of Directors! They haven’t given me a reason for my firing! Bitch, I gave you a reasoning and you decide to gloss right over it. You choose not to acknowledgement because you cannot stand the truth. Are you looking for the reasoning to be that they don’t like you? Do you want the reasoning to be something big so you can continue your constant bitching about how the Board of Director are such assholes? You’re vendetta now is to hurt the people that celebrating your firing? There’s a reason why people were celebrating your firing. There’s a reason why I didn’t care enough to reach out to you - you’re just a shit person. You belittle the women, you bring up Brody Sparks on a constant basis to where I think you’re obsessed with her. You constantly believe that anyone who went along with your firing is a sheep. Am I a sheep? No, I’m respectful. I’ve been respectful for the past seven years. That is why I’m in good terms with the Board of Directors. That’s why bookers want me in their brands. I didn’t get anywhere by being a cocky bitch. I did not reach milestones in my career by sleeping my way to the top or having certain people wrapped around my fingers. I received opportunities because of my work ethic. I managed to be so consistent for seven years that it would be silly for them not to get the opportunities I have been blessed with. I did not get to the Vixens Division, win my first Vixens Championship, lose it and be like “I think I’ll go be World Champion on Voltage”. Despite the few amount of females on the brand, I knew it was mission to keep the Division afloat. I did the best I can. I did not need to beg to break out of the Vixens Division, they gave me the opportunity to do so. They contacted me. I never contacted them.

I find is so adorable that you think you’re the reason for the transition to Vixens to Women. No, honey. You didn’t play a part of anything. I know how you like to take credit for everything! You want people to bow and kiss your feet. You want people to thank you for your contributions when you have a lack of them. In 2016, it was the peak of the women’s evolution. We saw women like Aria Jaxon, Cailin Dillon and Brody Sparks take the Division by storm. This was the year Empire became a brand and I did my part to make the Division strong enough to be an equal to Showdown, Dynasty and Voltage. You’re going to point fingers by associating myself with Kendra and HBG? You’re going to call me out for The OGs? Unlike The Axis, The OGs were equals. We were one stable while The Axis is used for your self-gain. The purpose of The OGs was to prove that we can still rule the Vixens Division with an iron fist. It was to prevent arrogant and ungrateful bitches from you progressing. I thought you were different. I was willing to offer you a spot in The OGs, but you were stubborn. You thought you could be successful on your own. You thought the moment you won the Vixens Championship from HBG at House of Glass that you would it would be so simple to keep the belt with challengers like Cailin in the way! Still, in the back of your mind, you thought you were too good for any of us. You loved Empire? Give us a break, Sheridan! We all see through your bullshit. You played no part in this. You wanted no part of this. Now, you’re going to return, pretend nothing happen and take the spot that you ruled once upon a time? It’s not as simple as it looks. It is going to take a lot more than some loser stable and your mindset to get yourself to be on top of Empire. There’s a reason why Aria Jaxon is respected around here. There’s a reason why The Heart Break Gal is respected around here. There’s a reason why I am respected around here. It’s not because that we earned opportunities outside of Empire. It’s not because we kiss up to the right people or sleep our way to the top, it’s because we’re the best. It’s because we know when to brag and when to keep quit. Something that you fail to learn in your year as an Empire Elitist. Voltage learned about your ways before anyone else did. You were sent to Dynasty because they believed it would be a humbling moment. They thought you would be taken down a notch when it came to your attitude. This is an explanation why you were treated so crappy with Dynasty.. That is why they made you face male Elitists who outwrestled you without breaking a sweat. This was supposed to humble you. This was supposed to be your moment of realization. You were suppose to realize the error of your ways and yet, it made you more arrogant. There is nothing wrong with speaking your mind, but bashing people and believe that you’re better than everyone else is not going to win the hearts of people in EAW or anywhere in life. You like to paint this picture that you’re the reason why Vixens was changed to Women. Nah, that was all Cleopatra’s doing. This was the Board of Directors doing. This was the effort made by women from Sabina to Jenny to Tarah to HBG to Aria to myself. It was a contributions that we waited nine years for. Within that past year, we outgrew the Vixen name. We have evolved to be taken seriously by competition. We were having Match of the Nights. Women like Eris LeCava and Cailin Dillon were stealing the show from the men. Women like the Heart Break Gal and Aria Jaxon proved that women can main event a non-female FPV. We were proving throughout 2016 that women can carry a show and they can carry it well. It grew stronger in 2017. Aria Jaxon competed in a Hardcore Championship Match and came so close to claiming the title. The Heart Break Gal won the EAW Championship; the first female to ever win a male World Championship. This can go back to Kendra being the first female to take part of a Grand Rampage Match or Sabina winning the first female match at Pain for Pride. We’ve made history together. We have shattered glass ceilings like I said in my last video. Despite how we all feel about one another, this was a group contribution. We all did this together. There is not one single individual that should take all the credit. For a woman who claims that she got rid of the Vixen name, you sure like to call yourself “The Last Vixen” that is quite contradictory right? You’re proud for being the last Vixens Champion? Nah, you should have wanted to be the first Womens Champion. With every fiber of your being, you should have had guns blazing going after the Womens Championship. Nah, you were dethroned in your first title defense. Just like I asked Stark, what went wrong with you? You thought you were too good for the other women? You tried to get your rematch. Instead, Aria broke your nose and defeated you within fifteen seconds. I expected better from you. I expected for you not to be so easily taken down by a broken nose. I guess, I was wrong about you. Now, it’s your turn to admit you’re wrong.
Consuela Rose Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 10:15 pm by Consuela Rose Ava
II.
WAIT….
YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MR.DEDEDE????
OMG! I AM SO SHOCKED. WOW!
I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

If you couldn’t tell again, I was being sarcastic. It is so great that you got the truth out in the open. I recommend Kylie Jenner to do the same with her pregnancy. The suspense of wondering if you’re sleeping with him was messing with my mind. All week, I have been wondering “are they sleeping with each other”. Multiple questions came bouncing on my mind. I wanted to know the truth! There was so much curiosity when it comes to this little question that I had. I mean, this should be the first time someone wanted to get to know you. You see, I want to face more than a model at King of Elite. I want to face a worthy contender that is going to push me to be the best. I don’t give a damn about your past job occupations. I don’t give a damn about what you’re so great at doing. Does it apply here? No, but it sure can help you get the attention of the Board of Directors, but not the attention you desire. You should learn about being surrounded by paparazzis that there’s such thing as good and bad attention. You want attention for something positive in your life. You want people to notice you for everything that you were able to accomplish since coming to EAW. You think those dirt sheets are writing any positive articles about you? You think National Enquirer is writing anything positive about you? Nah, they’re writing about all the trashy stuff you’ve been doing. They’ve been wanting to know something that does not contribute to wrestling what’s so ever. I guess, that’s why they find you so interesting. I mean, it has nothing to do with your wrestling skills. It has nothing to do with you making an impact on Empire. It all goes back to your motives to get to the top. I guess, you must not give a damn since you don’t mind flaunting your relationship in front of the cameras. You must not give a damn about what the fans are saying about you. Why should you? You’re a model, actress and singer. Are you a wrestler though? I haven’t seen much of your work to determine all of that. What I saw in the ring on Empire last week? It would be nice to see you what happens when you and I are in the same ring. It would be quite interesting to see how much of an impact my knee will make on your face.

You worked your ass off to get here? Save me the sob story, Megan. I don’t understand how modeling requires effort. You thought that EAW wanted you for your talents? You thought EAW wanted to give you a contract because they saw potential in you? Nah, just like most people, they saw a pretty face. They saw how photogenic you were. They saw how well you executed your lines. You woke up one day and decided that you wanted to be a wrestler. You thought it would be so adorable if you and your ex could be this cute wrestling couple. I mean, what are the chances of relationships surviving in this company? Besides my sister and her beau, I can’t name a single couple that has not fade to irrelevancy. I can’t name a single couple that has went to dust. You should have known that your chances of  your relationship surviving were almost zero. Mr. DEDEDE has associated himself with a bunch of women, one being your former Empire General Manager. What makes you think that you’re the one that is going to change all of that? That’s what I see with all of these women, they think they can change a guy. They think they can change a hoe to a husband with just a little love and effort. You think for a second that Mr. DEDEDE is going to change for you? You think he’s going to settle with you? I’m just being realistic. Do you think that I care if I seem like a bitch? You can get angry and expose all of your insecurities for the world to see, but if you and Mr. DEDEDE were so in love, you wouldn’t need to prove anything to anyone. The more you continue to talk, the more I can see that I am getting inside your skin. Calling me fake? Me? I’ve never been called that before. I am an honest woman. I am one-hundred percent real. If I wasn’t I would smile across your face and say that you and Mr. DEDEDE are an amazing couple before vomit to a trash can when you’re gone. If I was fake, I would see that I love your ring attire before saying it was ugly when you left. That’s the thing with me. I can be sweet. I can be a bitch. It all depends on what side you bring out. You decided to bring my bitch of a side out. At King of Elite, you will pay for it. This Saturday, I will finally show the world that Megan Raine is not a woman people should consider to dethrone me as champion. I will defeat you and I will continue my reign as Specialists Champion.

Will I hit rock bottom? You really think Empire is going to value you more than me? You could leave tomorrow and everything will be fine. Empire would move forward without a hitch. Me; however, they’ll lose a valuable player in their brand. They lose a woman who has helped carry this Division for the second half of 2017 and made a name for herself at the same time. You can call me a maid. You can be like Chelsea Crowe and make fun of this “shtick” I’m pulling, but I have proven on a constant basis that it works for me. It has kept this championship on my shoulder. At King of Elite, it will remain on my shoulder and Megan Raine will be nothing but a contender who failed at taking this title away from me.
Lars Grier
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 8:54 pm by Lars Grier
KING OF ELITE PROMO #1

Look up towards the night sky, O’Hara.

Lay your back on the grass, rest your eyelids for one moment before looking on at the starry night sky. A cold, black expanse that lingers over us like a shadow, watching and mimicking our planet’s every move, only barely illuminated by those balls of bright gas burning in the sky ever so slowly, giving it a breath of life. It’s wondrous to see how litle and meaningless our lives compare to those vast lands, those glowing abominations of chemicals that combine to form the brightest light that humanity, as a race will ever encounter. They’re formed from a combustion of materials, an exploding burst of brightness that lasts for millions, maybe even billions of years at a time. Sitting back and looking on towards those enthralling, yet dangerous illuminating orbs; they’re so far from us that to the naked eye, they appear to be glistening diamonds in the sky. Centuries, millennia pass by as life on our planet grows old and dies, rotting in the filthy soil, but that star? It doesn’t move. It doesn’t change. You could look up to that star as a young child, pointing towards it in awe, then flash-forward to decades later and look upwards to that same star as a decrepit, old man telling his grandchildren stories about his life. But….every once in a while, something unbelievable happens. That very star that was laid across that dark plane surrounding our planet, the one that has stood tall for millions, billions of years - gone. Poof. Vanished into thin air, disappeared without a trace except for the tiny, fading light where it once was found. Stars that are so, so far away from us that whenever one explodes into a supernova, we barely notice it. A once-in-a lifetime event occurs and yet we barely acknowledge of its existence. I witnessed one die as a kid. My eyelids fluttered back and forth from opening and closing, and nothing caught my attention until I heard the faint sound, a crack in space to which I saw it: the brightest light my eyes had ever gazed on, an explosion of chemicals beyond comprehension, before it eventually faded back into nothingness. A life that started and ended with a bang. Ever since that day, I’ve always pondered what experiencing that explosion would be like first-hand. Witnessing it all happen right in front of you with your own two eyes; a display unlike any other. Watch as the bright orb slowly expands and contracts, before becoming brighter than ever before until it spreads out. Little bits and pieces of what once was a plasma globe flying out across the echelons of space, miniscule lights that couldn’t even compare to what it used to be. The impact of that combustion sending you back light years away, a blinding light unlike anything you’ve ever seen. For years, I’ve wondered. I’ve contemplated that childhood dream even into adulthood, a seemingly impossible prospect to ever experience.

And now, not only do I get to witness this spectacle….

I cause it.

I’m the catalyst in this situation. The one who’s going to send it all tumbling down. I’ve dreamed of this moment for months - years even, to get an opportunity like this. An opportunity to start a new age. The end of an era in order to usher a new one. Well over a year ago, at this exact event, I was a mere fledgling scrapping for the New Breed title, and now I stand face to face against a man who has lied on my mind for months. It’s ever so rare for someone like me to get a chance like this, to make my mark in history. Seeing as how you love to play this game of doubt and unsurity, I’m sure you’ve pondered: The thought of it all crashing down around you. Everything you’ve built, everything that the King of Bullets has fortified and held dearly breaks away, little by little, piece by piece. You can feel it slipping away, can’t you? Not just the title, but everything that ever mattered to you, everything close to your heart is slowly falling apart as I edge closer and closer to you, to the point that my beak touches your armor and my talons reach for that piece of leather and gold across your waist. Relationships, ties, kingdoms, and castles - all crumble as The Raven steps closer and closer towards his goal. You grasp onto that championship tightly because you know with one misstep, all could go wrong and I snatch it away from you just as you had earned it at the Grand Rampage. Grasping onto it like the straws you pull out, mentioning my past failures and callbacks to old editions of The Raven, bygone ages and act as if it matters a single fucking thing at King of Elite. But the problem that I’ve had, the one that lingers deep in the trenches in my mind is that when I’m faced with questions, I dodge them and refuse to answer. I’ve never understood why I did that, to be totally honest with you; whether it was caused by instinct or by fear, it matters little now. Even as you stand, as you speak, I hear the voice of a man talking down a child, telling him that what his convictions are wrong and that he will never succeed in life. Each word attempts to be a knife slicing through my chest, attempting to break my shell and reveal the mushy insides within. It’s intelligent, I’ll give you that - you hide behind your words and proclaim to the masses of the patterns shown throughout my career, my failures and shortcomings. A depressingly effective tactic to remove all sense of doubt in their mind so they can come to the conclusion that you will stand tall once more. The men and women who have come up before you to try and kick you off that mountain, all transformed into the ghosts of past failures. But you know….you’re right. Every single time I’ve attempted to stand up to the champions of this business, I’m sent tumbling down, humbled and humiliated. Each time, each loss taking a greater toll on me before I eventually regroup and try again. Every single fucking time, I’ve stood to step up to the plate, and I’ve fallen. The cycle of failure resonated with me, once upon a time but not anymore. I’ve fucking had it, you hear me? I’m tired of letting myself down, of constructing expectations and plans only to see it all fall down before me. I am sick of the sleepless nights and the mornings where I wake up and absolutely nothing to show for me being here except for some lofty trophy from an irrelevant popularity contest. Am I hurt? Am I broken? Yes. I am all things but someone who is successful, someone who has tasted glory and gold, and that makes me sick to my fucking core. I’ll admit, Jamie - even now you purvey that same champion mentality, that manipulative bastard within you never ceases to amaze, even as the Sword of Damocles hangs above you; that sense of a finale coming closer with each waking moment. You know how to push my buttons, to twist me and my words into your weapons, but I’ll humble you: I’ll play your game, and I’ll win. I will push through the odds and spit in the face of the King, because what I see in front of me is something that we haven’t seen in a long, long time….the TRUE Jamie O’Hara. No Fortissimus. No King of Bullets. No TMDK, just the pure, raw heart of a man who has felt complete and utter pain. A scar left across the mind, never to be forgotten, forever imprinted: the image of your beloved lying in a pool of her own blood with glass shards stuck inside of her, done by yours truly, as you stood on the sidelines, paralyzed with shock and fear. Do I regret anything?

No. 

Not a single goddamn thing. 

And I never will. In this world, especially in a cutthroat business such as this one, you must always be prepared for the inevitable, no matter what happens. I wasn’t kidding at Road to Redemption when I said I was prepared to go lengths beyond your comprehension. In order to break a seemingly untouchable man, you must exploit their one, true weakness. I don’t regret costing you the Champion of Champions match. I don’t regret bringing that glass raven and eventually tackling the love of your life into it, a beautiful explosion of glass and blood leaving her hurt and you forever having that mental image imprinted in your mind. And I won’t regret what more I must do in order for you to fall I’ve speared you so many times this year, I haven’t keep count, and I will spear you a hundred times more if it means I walk out of King of Elite with that title within my grasp. Why should I? Give me one good fucking reason as to why I should repent, why I should feel some semblance of remorse for my actions. If anything, I’m proud of myself. I’m proud that I can call myself the man who made Jamie O’Hara feel weak, feel hurt by my actions against him. Even now, you stand up to me and claim that I’m delusional, that I’m arrogant in the face of adversity despite there being a pattern with matches like this…..but you must ask yourself: Am I truly wrong here? Am I truly incorrect or batshit crazy with my statements? I told you before that you were human, not a god or monster, and even now I still believe that. In all your talks, the euphoria of being champion overwhelmed you and made you forget, but I reminded you. I reminded you for what you truly are, didn’t I? You proved my convictions last week when I witnessed the awakening of something that we haven’t seen for a long, long time: A Jamie O’Hara who has been broken, a swirling thunderstorm of emotions raging inside of him, courtesy of yours truly. That night I made you remember that no matter how many times you wake up in the morning to stare at yourself in the mirror, saying that you’re untouchable, unbreakable, and immortal, it doesn’t change the fact that behind the armor, the glistle and glamor lies a human, just like me. A human who bleeds, who feels pain, both emotionally and physically. Am I wrong there? Maybe, in the end you’ll come up with some kind of bullshit excuse in order to pick yourself back up, but there’ll be no denying that just like me, you will feel pain. Even as you’re backed into a corner by a hungry dog, you still sit there and call me a coward. Coward. Coward, right? I’m such a coward, I mutilated Amadeus in that Chamber just as I had done so to APOCALYPSE, right? I’m a coward, so that must be the reason as to why I proved Keelan Cetinich wrong and electrocuted him to the point where he couldn’t move his lifeless body off the fucking ground, right? I’m the coward here, that’s why I’m the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship and that I will be standing face-to-face with you in that ring for that coveted prize, right? Really? I’m not the one who has continuously used Cameron as his bitch in order to win matches he can’t win against a man who isn’t even in this fucking company anymore. I’m not the one who slapped his challenger in the face and ran away like a little pussy, who now hides behind his words and the thought that there is no threat, that there is nothing who can stop him from reigning forever. You call me desperate? I’m not the man who dangled another man’s closest friend off a balcony in a desperate attempt to hold that gold just for one more petty day. You couldn’t even make him say the words “I Quit” so you resorted to being like the little bitch you are and make him choose between the life of his best friend or a life as a soulless, heartless champion. Now I don’t know about you, but that sure smells like desperation to me.

Jamie “Hypocrite” O’Hara.

The absolute gall of you to act as if you are any different from what you’ve named me as.

The King of Hypocrisy scrambles to find credible ammunition to use against The Raven when he knows how futile it all is in the end. He knows he’s at the tail-end, the spark is running out for him and yet he still fights. It’s noble, I’ll give you that, but you know how this must end, don’t you? The two of us standing in that ring, face-to-face, eye-to-eye. Two very different men, each having a different set of goals, set on a collision course for a spectacle that the world has never seen. I’ve always heard you talking about wanting substance instead of flavour to one’s word; credible thoughts that can actually give you a reason to prepare and be afraid of someone...and I’ll give you it. I’ve failed. You’ve all seen me fallen from the beginning of my career, all the way to Road to Redemption. You saw as I stake my claim to something tangible only to be humble in defeat. You’ve seen it time after time again, but me? I’m done with that shit. I’m ending it now, and since you want proof so much, Jamie, I’ll give it to you: Remember Road to Redemption? Remember when you called me an afterthought, a man not worthy to be in your presence? Keelan went on to be praised by you as you applauded him for doing so well in that Chamber while I wallowed being the second man eliminated in that dreaded match. Flash forward to one month later, and I’m the one walking out with my hands raised, leaving the man who came so close to that championship before broken and beaten to the point where he couldn’t even stand up on his own two feet. That isn’t luck. That isn’t chance. That’s EVOLUTION in play. That’s the reward for working hard, with people like you whose words fuel me and make me want to prove you fuckers wrong. I won’t have to tell you that you’re wrong, Jamie. I’ll prove it. Do you want to know why I have so much desire in my veins? Do you want to know why I’ve done the things I did? It’s a means to an end - I don’t give a shit what happens as long as by the end of the day I’m the one standing tall. I’ve done them because you are a man who has humiliated me, a man who has put me down and crossed off his list because you thought I wasn’t ready, that I wasn’t worthy to face someone of your caliber. You expected your words to put me down and make me reconsider, but all it did was push me even harder so that the next time I’d get a chance like this, it would end differently. That’s the truth, and if you want to go right ahead and twist my words, I don’t care. Nothing matters to me on this road except for you and that title. I don’t ponder defeat because I know the moment you let a thought like that cross your mind, your adversary will take the chance to seize the moment and leave you lying on your back because you let the tendrils of doubt flow in. Not me. Call it arrogance, call it stubbornness, call it whatever the fuck you want - I like to call it being a motherfucker who won’t stay down. You’ll leave scars, but those scars won’t make me remember the fact that I did some of the things I did and still failed, but that it will make me remember the time I crashed through the walls of the kingdom, burned everything to the fucking ground so I could take my rightful place on MY throne. Leave your mark, Jamie - all it will do is remind me of who I am as your new king, the leader of a new era. The era of The Raven. 

When the children ask stories from Xavier Williams, he’ll tell you the painful story of a man betrayed by his brother and his failed quest for revenge. When they ask stories from Dark Demon, he’ll tell you of how much of a failure he was to the point he can’t ever return. But when they ask stories from me, I’ll tell them the story of how I became the catalyst to the supernova or Jamie O’Hara. The Former King of Hypocrisy, Deceit, Manipulation. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, Jamie. 

It’s time for that crown to be lifted.

I’ll tell them that story because I’m not Cameron Ella Ava, I’m not Keelan Cetinich, I’m not TLA.

I’m Lars fucking Grier.

Your doomsday.

RAVEN AETERNA.
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Megan Raine
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 7:21 pm by Megan Raine
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Oh Consuela, sweetheart.

Let me ask you something. Do they not have any internet in Spain? Is it forbidden to use a smartphone when you sign your soul over to become a maid? No? Then why are you unable to do any sort of research before attempting to fire shots at me. Unfortunately for you hun, all you have fired are blanks. And, honestly, it’s a little disappointing considering the position your in on this roster. You are supposed to be one of the shining lights of the women’s division but you can’t even give me anything good. You did exactly as I asked you to do and that was to mention the same shit I’ve heard from all the girls that have fallen beneath my feet since my return. I guess it’s inevitable then, huh? Sydney St. Clair, Mallory Wilde, Kimi Hendrix, Daisy Thrash, Revy. All have been so kind to bring up the fact that I’m just a model with no business of being here on Empire. They’ve all called me fake, they’ve all said that my 15 minutes of fame will be up once again before I know it. They all share a common trait and that is the fact that they’ve all been on the receiving end of my knee straight to their fucking face. They all were put in their place and they learned the hard way that this Megan Raine that you’re seeing right now is a more motivated, more stimulated and a more focused individual then I was in my first run. My first run? Shit, I’ll be the first to admit that it was a pure and utter failure. I don’t need you to berate me about it, Consuela. But the time I took off to wrap my head around the fact that this roster here on Empire is just full of selfish cunts who care for nobody but themselves was needed and most certainly necessary. I came into this place blind; I had no earthly idea what to expect considering this was my first ever promotion. My ex was the reason I was able to become a professional wrestler, and he wasn’t about to be the reason why I was going to retire as one too. I fucking refuse. I do. So, with my mental break I came back a brand new and improved Megan Raine. You said it yourself, Consuela. I began to work on myself and I came back with a whole different mindset. But that’s really about the only thing you’re correct about which is unfortunate for you. I haven’t associated with the Chairman like you think I have. I’m not using him as a tool to help me get the things that I want. Do you really think I’m that low? My whole life I’ve spent pushing myself to reach the goals I’ve set out for myself and I’ve spent countless hours working to the bit to reach them. You want to know my association with Mr. DEDEDE? Alright, fine.

I am sleeping with him.

Ya happy now? Does that give you some much needed closure to your thick-headed brain of yours? I mean, holy shit. That’s why I have been hanging around the Chairman as of late, because I am SEEING him. It’s not because I’m trying to use him to get my foot permanently through the door. I’m already fucking here. You know why I’m here? Because I worked my ass off to get here. Yes, I am hard working and I am sorry that you feel the need to be in denial about it, Consuela. Did you forget that I was handcuffed to a fucking ginger for damn near two months? I worked hard to get OUT of that predicament and it got me a championship match with you. So yeah, that’s why I am the contender to your belt. I’m sorry that you have to be like everybody else and only see what your eyes allow you to see without actually knowing a single thing about what’s going on. I have no reason to lie to you or to anybody else. What would I gain by lying to you, Consuela? I try to be the most realest woman I can be. But you, a champion, feel the need to come out and attempt to spread falsehoods about my life. Fuck you, you stupid Spanish cunt I’ll end your fucking career right now. Don’t even attempt to make this a personal matter because I will drop you where you stand. Sleeping with producers to get on the show… I mean, Christ. I have a whole wikia page about how I managed to sign with Empire so quickly, so again how about you do some research on me before attempting to be a bitch on purpose. This just proves my point even more that you are one of the bitchiest individuals up and down this whole women’s division. You aren’t loyal, you don’t have a heart of gold. If there’s anybody in this match that’s fake, it’s you, and you’re the one digging yourself a whole to reveal that to the world. Me? I’m being real. I admitted that I’m sleeping with the Chairman, and I’ve been as truthful as I possibly can be with you.

You know you talk about how you would have liked a more significant challenger that can you push you to that next level. Well, allow me to BE that challenger, Consuela. Allow me to be the one to show you first hand just how more dangerous and deadly I’ve become in the ring. I want to push you to that next level. I want you to make taking that belt a challenge for me. I don’t have any accomplishments. I don’t have any accolades. But what I do have is my head, and I promise you my head is exactly where it needs to be to put an end to your reign and become the new EAW Specialists Champion. I’ve been here a combined five months. Yes, if I lose at King of Elite, it is back to square one with me. And you know what? I’d be able to recover from it and start over again without having any problems with it whatsoever. But you? What happens if you lose at King of Elite, Consuela? Oh it’s a much different story for you. You fall, and you fall hard. You’ll hit rock bottom which is something you’re pretty used to without your sister around. You and your sister are so much alike but you refuse to to acknowledge this fact. Honest to god, the only difference between you and Cameron Ella Ava is about 300cc’s of silicone. The question remains, though, is will you be able to get back up and try and climb up all over again? Is that something you can do a third time? I don’t get upset about the hateful comments I get anymore, sweetheart. I use it as motivation now. I welcome all the dumbasses that want to throw shade at me because they’ve got nothing better to do. I welcome the hate because I use it as a tool to get stronger and stronger. I’ve been proving them all wrong these past few weeks and I’m not planning on slowing that train down anytime soon. Becoming the Specialists Champion will make them shut up, and if it doesn’t, then so be it. The hate fuels the fire within my heart. You know, being a maid fits you well, Consuela, because I am going to force you to do things like the stupid bitch you are.

You can try and take cover from this storm my little crumpet, but wherever you try and hide, I’ll be there to make you suffer.

THE STORM IS COMING.
Sheri-dun
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 7:07 pm by Sheri-dun
King Of Elite 02 

'' Illustrate me as the insect that cannot be squashed, yet fail to grasp the importance of survival, oh how complex you must believe my approach to this business must be. How so can she remain beneath contracted status and yet so naturally go against all that the promotion itself stands for. It must be nice living in the fantasy world, a region filled with the protagonists, with an attained status, dating a world champion, having your family name pushed into the limelight on a constant basis, our opponent seems to believe that you and I have touched the peak of this world once before, but he does not acknowledge how successful you are in comparison to me. A lesson I learned so long ago was that you can easily thrive in the wrestling business, it all depends on how talented you are, and who you associate with. For the woman I am addressing, I'll happily admit she is one of the better athletes I have stared down from across the ring, but the latter part applies heavily to her. Cameron Ella Ava is the purest definition of a sheep, a follower, someone who shall always go with the majority opinion, and her intentions are to keep as many individuals as happy as they are. You could compare her status to this promotion, to the loyalty of a dog to an owner. If the board of directors tells Cameron to kneel and balance a treat upon her nose, you best believe she shall do it. There is a key difference between thriving and surviving in the wrestling business, and it all comes down to your ethics and morality, and how fake you are willing to be, and how many stances you are willing to erase purely for a few championship shots and online promotions. At a certain point in time, I was the most popular female in this division, on this continent as a matter of fact. I held an opinion that females in the wrestling world were not efficient, they should long be equal to their male counterparts and in Elite Answers Wrestling this was not the case. I signed with this promotion, and my main ambitions were for females to reach this level, to attain this structure that could not be moved, where our gender would be considered alongside the Elitists, the champions of the other brands, for at this time we did not have a brand of our own. Cameron's version of events, is practically spot on until a certain point. I was the underdog heading into our inaugural meeting, and I did manage to beat her, truthfully I was not confident in my abilities to do so, and winning the Vixens Cup, believe it or not, was an emotional moment for me. I was ever so prideful of it, proud of my ambitions and that I had managed to beat a legend such as her, within the space of seventy days since I initially signed with the company. But this did not distract me from my ambitions, my aspirations for not only myself and my beautiful lifestyle, but our gender as a whole, and wouldn't you know it. What Cameron and the Heart Break Gal should have accomplished, and had fifteen years between them to do so, I achieved within the space of eleven months. This is not me blowing smoke up my own ass, neither is this an arrogant, fallacious claim, within eleven months, the women had their own brand, thanks to the work that I had put in, the revolution that I, and I alone, promoted, whilst the entire world around me were content with the Vixen name, with being constantly thrown from one brand to another, I did not cease, I did not rest, until the Vixen name was banished and removed from this promotion, that we had our own equal grounds to compete on, whilst I held the Vixens Cup within my hands, females were the main event of an FPV, we had the most competitive and successful Empress Of Elite tournament, and I vanquished the likes of Kendra Shamez, on the grandest stage of them all. Nobody muttered the words efficiency until I had left Empire, not a single person, and what Cameron is unwilling to tell you I shall happily implore for you all. Remember the Original Vixens, Cameron? That group essentially created with the pure intentions of stopping the new age breaking through, it consisted of yourself, the Heart Break Gal, and my best friend in the whole world, Kendra Shamez. You were my friend Cameron, my only friend. You turned your back on, no, you stabbed me in the back and kicked me in the face, aligning yourself with two women who have constantly tried to block and barricade my career into a slump, and not only that, you then convinced Cailin Dillon to betray her morals, betray her ethics, everything she stood for, it was a gang mentality, it wasn't petty in the slightest. You knew that regardless of the situation I would not associate with the likes of Aria, Haruna, whoever was on Empire. I was a lone wolf, a woman who would stand on her own, and always stick to her roots, and remain headstrong in the eyes of whoever stood in her way. You don't get to talk about revolutions, and pretend to be the causation of such, and praise those who truthfully, had nothing to do with the work that I grinded with so much effort for, you were one of the main names attempting to stop my revolution, so I insist that you stop pretending as if you played the protagonist, you might be all warm and fuzzy with the board of the directors, dating the golden boy of the entire promotion, but you cannot show such ignorant favouritism to the past, I won't allow it, it disgusts me how contradicting and fallacious your words are, how you wish to portray and illustrate a twisted version of the truth. I did adore Empire, I loved it very much, I wished for nothing more but to elevate the competitors beside me, so that we could find and grasp onto that equal footing, something that you had failed to do within your entire time in this promotion. Try all you wish to masquerade as the pioneer, but if not for my existence there would be no revolution to speak of, no Women's World Championship for you to win, insist that I am the cockroach, bitch, but we both are influenced by the knowledge that I did not leave Empire on my own accord, and I was not walking away with a smile of delight. The Original Vixens played politics, they manifested a malicious world, and after Cailin and I placed the crown on the peak of my revolution, your hands grabbed at my throat, and before I even had time to blink, the door to my own world was sealed shut, and I was left in irrelevancy, in the blizzard for the first time in my career. ''

'' At this time, I did not have an understanding as to why the world feared me so much, I could not comprehend it. I had successfully instilled a movement that could never be changed, achieved historical feats that shall always have my name written upon them no matter what others say, yet due to this opinion that I am different, people were afraid of approaching me. It left me in a very dark and lonely place, something that to be truthful, I am unsure if I have recovered from, and that's partially due to you Cameron, we were no longer best friends at this point, but we held a mutual respect, you had attempted to help me into the Original Vixens, and even the moment I had left Empire, you were still supportive, as I were of you. I became the first woman to compete on the new four brands, I had matches against the likes of Ares Vendetta, our current chairman, and your boyfriend, Jamie O'Hara. I paved the way once more, and whilst my success was non-existent, it is not as if I tried, it's quite hard to find success with a conspiracy breathing down your neck, altering your every thought, bringing you to challenges you are not even close to overcoming. My time away from Empire was the worst, the enthusiasm to bringing a change to how the world perceives intergender matches, quickly dissipated. Is it not amusing how I was bullied and insulted constantly, purely for holding different thoughts and not being afraid to speak my opinion, yet the likes of yourself and the Heart Break Gal, you are applauded for shattering the glass ceiling, when it was I who did so initially. This only brings more validation to my stance on ethics, how if you sell your morality to higher management, gold is far easier to grasp, my justifications are only heightened on this, when comparing the opportunities you and I have had over the past year, despite you never beating me in one on one competition. Sure, I'll acknowledge that I was perhaps somewhat arrogant, I believed myself to be the best, but that was the truth in my eyes, and such an opinion only soured due to the confidence I had within my voice when expressing such, because I was the best. That is why the revolution peaked when I was the champion, that is why these changes happened, these historic events, were situated around my name. People were right to label me the next best thing, but what this would could not handle is that I was different, I did not kneel and balance a treat upon the tip of my nose when asked, I did not praise my opposition, and I won't slump to praising people for a revolution that they played no part in. What infuriates me the most about you Cameron, is that you have been in a similar position to what I am currently in, you have been universally hated, you were portrayed as the antagonist, and when few others would listen to you, I was the woman who fought for your name, when people were speaking ill of you backstage, I was assertive in putting them in their place, at a point in time, I perhaps would have taken a bullet for you Cameron, we connected on a level that I have connected with few others before you, and whilst I was suffering on Dynasty, whilst I was extradited and fired for literally, and I stress this, feel free to ask the board of directors as we all know you're well acquainted with them, literally fired for zero reason, other than the fact somebody said something about me, that was not true. If you had endured the things that I had, during the two months that my name was not associated with this company, then you would not be here, you would be bleeding from the wrists, or hanging from a noose. It was horrid. You wonder why I am a terrible person, but it is more so that I am blunt, I am honest and truthful about my experiences, and I am not afraid to state what is on my mind, what the minority thinks. What I state, others believe, yet their mouths remain shut for they fear that their appearance to the public eye, to the higher management, shall change. I don't regret a single thing that I have done, or said, don't speak on situations you have little knowledge about, you cannot sympathise with Tarah Nova whilst not being upon her brand, she is a woman who has twisted every word I have said, somebody who illustrated her signature on my firing, on my removal from the one thing I hold ever so dear to me, and for what, just to fuel her egotistical streak, to abuse her position of authority for the fun of it, and this is not something I have created within my head, for the board of directors would not have removed her, and granted me a match against her, if I were not speaking the truth, if I were not right, like I always am. You might consider me a poison, but you cannot label me wrong, for I validate every little thing that emits from my lips, and when I state this, I would take it with seriousness, for I am going to boot your head clean from your neck, and decapitate your ambitions of becoming the next Openweight Champion, when you, myself and Stark meet at King Of Elite. ''
Consuela Rose Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 6:35 pm by Consuela Rose Ava
I.
What has Consuela Rose Ava done that is so relevant in her title reign?

I’ve conquered odds. I’ve defeated multiple women. I’ve won Triple Threat Matches. I’ve won Fatal Four Way Matches consisting of some of the best women in the company. I’ve defeated newcomers who believed for a second that they can end my title reign. Tell me, Megan? What have you done that makes you such a contender for my Specialists Championship? What have you done in 2017 that puts you ahead of the competition that does not involve you screwing with the chairman? Lets not forget once upon a time, you were some heartbroken woman who had her fucking boyfriend cheat on her. Instead of moving forward, you were a immature enough to get revenge over Madison Kaline. You tried to get payback for her being a homewrecker, but Madison was always one step ahead of you. I give you props though. You took several months back and began to work on yourself. You came back with a whole different mindset and associated yourself with Mr. DEDEDE, but not the way Astraea Jordan associates herself with Mr. DEDEDE. Mr. DEDEDE had different ideas with what you would be useful for -if you know what I mean. No one cared for you. No one sympathized with you. Hell, Empire would have moved forward without your weave and hats fucking up the ring. The only thing people knew you for was being Keelan Cetinich’s ex. No one even bothered to learn your name? Was it Savannah Sunshine? Was it Cloud Matsuda? Before your return, you weren’t going anywhere in this company. Constantly, you lose to women who were above you. What makes you think that you have chance going up against? What makes you think that MEGAN RAINE out of all people will be the one to dethrone The Maiden? Astraea Jordan tried. April Song tried. Chelsea Crowe and Mallory Wilde tried and all of them failed. You? You will be another name to add to the list of women I’ve already defeated.

You’re fucking hilarious. 

Pulling the Cameron card? Gee, how unoriginal can you get, Megan? I’ve never heard such a pathetic point. Yes, I’ve gotten my opportunities thanks to Cameron! Cameron helped me win the Specialists Championship twice! She helped me win every match as champion! If you’re too dumb to comprehend this, I was being sarcastic. Just like I told you from our last confrontation, you can replace the names of the sentences “You wouldn’t get the opportunities if it weren’t for (blank).” You could add Mr. DEDEDE’s name and the sentence would be for you. You can shout to the heavens about hardworking you are! You worked hard for EVERYTHING you have gotten from acting, singing and modeling! If you’re such a hardworking, why are you with Mr. DEDEDE? You could have been with ANYONE in this company, but yet, you associate yourself with the man with the most power here? It makes me think that you were lying about working hard for the things you want. I mean, the entertainment industry is difficult for women. There’s claims of sexual assault. There’s claims of women being violated by such monsters. All you were doing was surviving. It was either do what you were told or be blacklisted. I can imagine that you did whatever it took to make it in the entertainment industry. It wouldn’t shock me if you had to sleep with producers and other powerful men to get what you want. You’re pretty smart, Megan. But, it didn’t work for Tarah Nova, it won’t work for you. I mean, you’re with the same man who wore #MGTOW and #HOH on his ring attire at Pain for Pride. It all makes sense now. Mr. DEDEDE gets hard for hoes like you! I cannot wait for you to get tossed to the side like yesterday’s Chinese food and he finds a new Instagram model to satisfy his needs. I mean, isn’t that with Keelan did with you? There must have been a reason why he cheated on you. It has yet to come out.

This Specialists Championship title defense came quicker than expected. When I thought about defending the title at King of Elite, I would have liked a more significant challenger that can push me to the next level. I want to face someone who has accomplished something in 2017. I mean, what is your greatest accomplishment to date? Getting a victory over Sydney St. Clair and getting this title shot? Yeah, that is going to send chills to my ring boots. That is going to get me quite concerned about my title reign ending.What happens if you lose at King of Elite, Megan? It’s back to square one with you. You are forced to earn another opportunity for the Specialists Championship. You are forced to work your way to the top - or you can make things easier for you and just sleep with the boss. You must get constantly upset about comments about your relationships, but that’s the only thing people will ever know you as. That’s the only thing people will ever give a damn about you. You win the Specialists Championship and what happens? Are you going to attempt what women like Cailin Dillon and Brody Sparks have done? Are you going to try to have a greater title reign than myself? Are you going to finally step out of the shadow of being a heartbroken woman and be a champion? If you want to do that, you’ll have to go through me first. I dare you to try to take this championship away from me. The storm may be coming, but I’m inside taking for cover.
Cameron Ella Ava
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 5:56 pm by Cameron Ella Ava
I.
In 2017, we have seen Womens Wrestling in a whole other level. We saw women compete in World Championship Matches. We crowned our very first female World Champion. We were in noteworthy matches at Pain for Pride X. Whether it was on Empire or on the male brands, us women have capitalized on every opportunity given to us. With each opportunity earned, most have not taken it for granted. We have rose to occasions, exceeded expectations and shattered glass ceilings. Seeing women like Aria Jaxon take Empire to new heights to watching the Heart Break Gal do the unthinkable, it has left me inspired. It left me wanting to be a part of such beautiful momentum which was created by all of us women. Sure, I have had conflicts with the women down on that horrid Empire brand, but I am never going to deny that they did not play a part in this women’s evolution. They’ve done fantastic for themselves. Approaching to this Openweight Championship Match at King of Elite, the spotlight should not be on the women, it should be on each competitor who has been granted an opportunity to secure themselves a future World Championship opportunity. The three competitors in this match - Sheridan Muller, Stark and myself have walked different paths. We have been through our own series of struggles. Why? To reach this destination. Everything we have overcome has led us to this arena in Marseille, France. The three of us have bright aspirations to become the second ever Openweight Championship. We want to bring pride to our respected brands. Most importantly, we want to continue writing the pages of our stories in EAW. Unfortunately for my two opponents, their Openweight Championship aspirations ends this Saturday and mine begins.

How the mighty fell since Pain for Pride X, Stark. You returned to EAW with such an amazing impact. For a man who once carried the New Breed Division with such ease, it almost seemed like the same thing would happen with the National Elite Championship picture. You were placed on a pedestal as the perfect contender to dethrone a great champion in Rex McAllister. Every single week leading to Pain for Pride, people were praising your amazing work ethic. I had high expectations about how your presence on Showdown would do wonders for the National Elite Championship and eventually, the EAW Championship picture. When you’re motivated, you have proven to be such an amazing competitor. There is no denying what you are capable of. You had a championship once. There was much expectation that you would fill Rex’s shoes and take that championship to the next level. There was nothing in this world that could stop you.

But, Prince of Phenomenal.

I feel like I’ve been saying this a lot, but I was disappointed. I sound like my mother. You see, this is what turning twenty-nine does to you? Seriously, I had high hopes for your championship reign. No shade to POP, but who was expecting for him to win a championship in 2017? A man who was eliminated early on in the 24/7 Battle Royal was able to dethrone you as National Elite Champion? A man, who had not wrestled in about three, four years, was able to take the championship from you with such an ease? It almost seemed effortless in my eyes. It almost seemed like you did not have the heart to keep the championship on your shoulder? What was up with that, Stark? What caused for all of this to go downhill for you? Where was your mindset when facing POP? Were you underestimating him? Were you not caring about this match at all? Did the idea of not retaining seem appealing to you? If you don’t have a single answer for all of these questions, I would recommend figuring them out or your chances of defeating me are going to be zero. I don’t want to be in the same ring as the man who let his reign at National Elite Champion go down the sewer. I want to be in the same ring as a the man who defeated Rex McAllister at Pain for Pride. I want to be in the same ring as the “Psychedelic Samurai” who had the amazing worth ethic leading up to Pain for Pride X. For a fact, I know that he is still inside you. I know he is looking for that one golden opportunity to be unleashed. Why not unleash against two women? Why not prove that the Dynasty brand has the biggest chance of taking the title to their brand? Why not prove for once in Dynasty’s entire existence that they have the best talent on their brand. There’s a reason why you outlasted multiple men in the Battle Royal to determine Dynasty’s representative at King of Elite. Was it because the talent pool was so weak? The reasoning can be debated. I mean, there must have been a reason you were placed on what is supposed to be the “flagship show”, Showdown. There is no denying your wrestling abilities. There is no denying that there is a star quality within you. I may not see it, but there are other people who may see it. Recently, it can be questioned on whether that star has fizzled out. Have the past few months of being in the sidelines fizzled you out? When you returned, you did your best to show that you have not fizzled out. You thought you could return and everything will be where you left it. Prince of Phenomenal was still champion, but while in your absence, new contenders began to arose and take your place. Elitists like Nobi began to improve by squaring up against men like POP and Theron Nikolas. Eventually, he was able to surpass you and snatch the championship that should have been yours for the taking. Instead of coming back and claiming the one thing you should have never lost in the first defense, you tapped out. Not only did your rematch fade to oblivion, but your Showdown contract as well. Now, you find yourself representing Dynasty for the Openweight Championship Match. You find yourself a great opportunity to not only prove that you’re still the star that Showdown wanted to invest in once upon a time, but it was their mistake for not fighting for you to stay. There is a part of me that wants for you to succeed. I want to see you get to that peak that you were once on top of. However, I don’t want it to be at my expense. I’m the one individual you should be quite concerned about because there is no other individual in this match who can really step up to you in the ring. For that, I think this Triple Threat Match will be quite interesting.

Speaking of the mighty falling, I’m quite surprised to see us facing again. In general, I’m surprised to see you at all.

Where do I begin with you, Sheridan Muller?

What on Earth happened to you? When I first faced you in 2016, you gave me one of the best fights of my career. You were able to pull an upset and snatch the Vixens Cup from me. After the match, people were talking about you. People were praising and worshipping the ground you walked on. By those positive words, I knew your future was bright. I knew you were destined for greatness. Your name would co-exist with one of the fastest rising stars such as Aria Jaxon and Cailin Dillon. Your name would eventually find itself in the all-time greats list with The Heart Break Gal and myself. By the looks of things, the future was bright for Sheridan Elsa Muller. You were on top of the Womens Division. You had every woman wanting to square up to you. You were fortunate enough to face Ares Vendetta on Showdown! You had the whole fucking world in the palm of your hands.

But, that wasn’t enough for you.

You weren’t happy with being the face of the Empire brand. You can put on a facade and state that you love Empire! You loved being an Empire Elitists, but why were you so anxious to get out of the brand? All it took was once quick loss over Aria Jaxon and suddenly, you find yourself on Voltage. Despite what people thought of your transition to the male brands, I tried to be positive about it. I was very optimistic about what an impact you would make on the brand. Future Hardcore Champion, possibly the EAW Champion. Then, I would hear the constant roarings from backstage. Sheridan got traded to Dynasty! There was confusion written on my face! What happened? As I continued to gather the information, I begin to figure out the reason for your trading. As you constantly tell everyone that you have no clue about why you were traded from Voltage, everyone in EAW was not blinded by the truth. The reason for your trading was because no one wanted to deal with you. No one wanted to deal with your attitude. Before you begin to justify your attitude and state “that’s what I am and you need to accept it”, let me just state that wasn’t always you. This was a product of what happens when people began to boast and worship the ground you walk on. By just looking at you, I can sense that you have a self-esteem issue. You probably crave attention. There is nothing wrong with wanting attention; however, it’s how you respond to that attention that becomes your downfall. The Sheridan I knew was strong willed and poised to be a future champion. This version of Sheridan is disgusting. This version of Sheridan is a cancer which has spread throughout EAW. This Sheridan is not the woman who I considered my best friend once upon a time. There’s a reason why everything fell apart with us. Your attitude was a huge factor. Your attitude threw me off. Your attitude and ego expanding is what caused a wedge between our friendship. When you were fired, there was a reason why I responded the way I did. The person you became made me sick to my stomach. Sure, you can say that I’m just as a terrible person, but I would have never done the things you have done throughout 2017. I would have never have stooped so low to gather a reaction from the crowd. I would have never stooped so low to get a General Manager out of power. I would have never used someone’s death on a constant basis as a way to seem edgy or get that heat you desire now. What do you call that, Sheridan? You call that making an impact? I recall you saying that I wasn’t making much of an impact on Voltage? You’re right. I was making an impact on the Grand Prix with Di Consentes. I was making an impact in Womens Wrestling with becoming the first female to have a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. I was making an impact on the wrestling match scale and performing my ass off wherever I’m needed. What were you doing? You were stuck on Empire, getting eliminated in the first round of the Empress of Elite Tournament and eventually, getting yourself fired by your own stupidity. “The board hasn’t justify their reason for firing me.” Oh, I’m sorry! Do they need to fucking spell it out for you! Do they need to write it in big words so that your pathetic Nazi mind can understand it? Their reasoning for firing you was because you’re just a shit person. You’re literally the female version of Dark Demon and that’s not a fucking compliment. The only reason you’re back was because they felt obligated to bring you back. You have called shots on me for kissing ass and sleeping my way to the top, but the only reason you’re here is because you kiss up to the right people to keep your job. You think the people you surround yourself with are wrapped around your finger, but those are the same people that are talking about when the fuck will they get rid of you again.

Honestly, the idea that you’re in this match is disgusting. You have this championship match on a silver platter. You can justify your reasoning by stating that you defeated Tarah Nova at Bloodletter. You were the one who got Tarah Nova out of power! You weren’t given part of this match because you were any good. Nope, you were given part of this match because they wanted to add a little controversy into this Openweight Championship Match. They wanted to create a little hype surrounding this match. You can say that it worked because there are people in EAW who are praying at the moment that either Stark or myself walk out of France with the title. This isn’t a change of mind. There was only one or two people who actually wanted you back in EAW. Everyone else, had turned their back on you. I turned your back on you. This all goes back to your attitude. Now, you can sit and cry in the corner and be like: “WAHHH!! WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE ME! I TREAT EVERYONE LIKE SHIT, BUT WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE ME!!!” You can blame your personality for people hating you. You can blame Ares Vendetta for your downfall. You can blame me for not sticking by your side, but the only person you should be blaming is you.

I want to be Openweight Champion. I want to be the second ever champion. I want to raise that championship above my head. I want to begin my path to be the next World Heavyweight Champion. This all begins at King of Elite. Stark and Sheridan will have their compelling statements as to why they are better than me. They will continue to tear me down and find faults in my statements, but I will be the last one standing.

*drops mic*
Rex32
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 5:46 pm by Rex32
It's been a while, hasn't it?

No dwelling. No lamentation. No regrets.

Bring in the new year.

As time dwindles down and another year approaches, the thing that comes to mind most is the anticipation manifested through my very own liberation. A strong belief that the stigma that's haunted my conscience, and lead me toward the deep ditch that has threatened to swallow me whole due to the miss-management of my real priorities, that it's finally being brought to it's knees by my hand brings me great satisfaction. John Doe, the man with no name, no identity, no ambitions......no future. He seemingly came from the deep dark pits of Hell the night of Dia Del Diablo. Hell's gates had opened, and as the blazes of fire engulfed the battle ground that night, all I could think about was my big break. Never thought about the events at the end that brought the battle to it's conclusion, just my moment in the spotlight. Never for a second did I question how or why. For months I was doing the devil's work, his bidding. I openly questioned, sure, but misplaced logic had become quite the norm, and soon I began to take pride in it, all of it. The success that I enjoyed, I allowed it to go to my head, and believed everyone I came upon were fools for not seeing me for who I believed I should've been seen as, but I was the only one that was blind. I began abandoning just about everything that I knew to include my integrity and principles, slowly replacing all the hard-earned efforts with dishonorable acts of cowardice that made me out to be the only fool in the end. I had placed belief in an unknown entity to give me everything, but I never wanted his presence. I never asked for anything from him, I just wanted to be rid of him once and for all. 

Now I finally get what I want.

Closure.

It's all that's left.

More festive days are ahead anyways, that much I can assure you of. More opportunities are ahead, and having seized my fair share of them in my time here, believe that I can and will do so again in the following year because I remain steadfast about who I've been, who I am....who I will become as time goes on. Truth be told, I miss it. I miss coming out to the reaction of millions regardless of their opinions and views of me. It's something that I do look forward to the moment the ball drops, the fire crackers go off, confetti flutters the scene, and that's just over in Times Square, but the mood itself is shared all around the world. Feelings of bliss, happiness, and hope. Everyone ready to leave this year behind, and rein in the new year with nothing left to dwell on. No regrets. I think I've been more than an asset to this place, and to a lesser extent, Showdown. That will not change either as I move forward. My laws and principles will be set forth the moment I enter the battle zone again, and it won't be invoked through temptation as it was previous, but rather through my own body and soul rising in mutiny against such rigors. I will not break them anymore. At my convenience I will continue to build through them, become something more. My smile in the face of adversity, the strength I gain through situations that should cause constant distress, the continuous growth and maturation coming from said situations, I want to be to show this coming year that the things I've done to get to this point no matter how they've been perceived can still be built upon toward something else much greater. I will hold firm this time around, continuing the pursuit I've been from day one. It simply does not stop, it's a cycle. Fortifying my foundation, building the walls stronger from any such waves of obstacles that should come my way is easier said than done, but doing it I have for over two years now, watching as those waves break apart against these walls. The fools rush in while this steadfast soul continues to survive and thrive. I accept and embrace the unknown. This year that will not change. So yes, I do look forward to it all. A little while is about to come to a close, and this elitist is ready to put everything behind him. Nothing more to dwell upon. Nothing more to lament over. Nothing left to regret. Bring the New Year on indeed.

See you soon.


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Megan Raine
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 5:46 pm by Megan Raine
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This is it.

This is where I can prove every single doubter wrong. This is where I can silence the naysayers that even still think I cannot cut it here on Empire. The truth is so clear: nobody wants Megan Raine to succeed here in Elite Answers Wrestling. People want to see me fall in a heap with failure pressing down on my shoulders and weighing me down to the point where I am unable to get back up. The funny thing with me is that I’ve succeeded in everything I’ve set my mind to. Wrestling was something I’ve always wanted to do but never found my way into the business up until this year. I succeeded in modelling, acting and music and have made a fortune off of those three occupations and still do to this day. Residual income is a beautiful thing. I worked my ass off to achieve success in each of those ventures, and to those who say I haven’t worked for a damn thing in the wrestling business clearly do not know what I am capable of still. Hatred is a fickle thing, especially hatred that comes off from morons that wouldn’t know the first thing about me. All they see is what they are shown. All they hear is what they are told. Nobody knows a damn thing about what goes on behind the scenes. How hard I work every goddamn day and how much time and effort I put into everything I want to accomplish. I spent equal amounts of time and effort into my other three successful careers, and I’m putting even more into wrestling because this is all I’ve ever wanted to do as a little girl growing up in Hammersmith, London. So what does that tell you? It tells you that it’s only a matter of time.

And oh how I will make that time King of Elite.

For I will be the one to dethrone Consuela Rose Ava and end her shitty reign as the EAW Specialists Champion. I mean, really, what the hell has she done since her second reign to make it a championship worthy enough? It’s barely on the same level as the EAW Women’s World Title. She is unable to elevate the title when her gimmick is to literally clean things. She’s bringing the belt down into the pit of irrelevance where she somehow managed to climb up from. It must have been your sister that brought you up, right Consuela? Oh, how people must envy you. The fact that you managed to know the right people just to get to the spot you’re in today. People can’t see through the facade you display like I can. You come off as this loyal, young girl with a heart of gold, but you have got to be one of the bitchiest ladies up and down this entire Empire roster. But you know I do need to give credit where credit is due, because despite being able to take shortcuts to get to the position you were in, you did manage to end the 190 day reign of the Specialists Championship held by the late, great Brody Sparks. The longest-reigning Specialists Champion in EAW history… that’s pretty impressive you know. But that might be the only thing people recognize you for. Have you done anything else in your career apart from that one little thing? No. Oh, and before you ask what I have done, just remember I haven’t been on this roster longer than six months. The question people should be asking is what am I capable of doing? That’s everything. I’m capable of defeating you, Consuela, and becoming the new EAW Specialists Champion.

I didn’t get this far just to fail. I didn’t get this far just to lose and have it all become redundant. I refuse to let this become a waste of time. I demand to make this opportunity mine for the taking and finish what I started. Consuela I hope you come out and attempt to sway me with your words, I really do. I hope you come out and say what every stupid bitch on this roster has said to me since day one. That I’m just a model, a fake woman with no business being on Empire, a girl who’s sleeping with the boss just to have success in Elite Answers Wrestling, that should I lose I will leave this place again and go back to one of my other careers. Losing isn’t an option for me at this point when all I want to do with my life is wrestle. So, that’s what I plan to do, my sweet little Spanish crumpet. I plan to be the one to end your reign and make the EAW Specialists Championship something that it has never once been before, and that’s high-tier. I plan to make it even more valuable than the EAW Women’s World Championship that that stupid blue-haired alien bitch is currently holding. So, please Consuela, be like everybody else and say the same bullshit they’ve been saying ALL year… I will gladly prove you wrong like I did to all of them.

For The Storm is coming, and it’s stopping for you… so don’t try to run Consuela. It will be all over soon.

The storm is coming…

The storm is coming…

THE STORM IS COMING.
Sheri-dun
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 1:20 pm by Sheri-dun
King Of Elite 01

'' It is amusing how until you have the opportunity to listen to an individual speak as an opponent, you hold certain perceptions of them based upon what you have heard from others. I have had an epiphany listening to Stark speak from his perspective about the manifestation of this match, for until this point I was under the influence that he was a genuine threat, but no, it seems this fantasy world Elite Answers Wrestling thrives in, has thrown a deception into the works again. It's a good job that gloves are included in my ring attire, and frankly I fear for Cameron's safety if she does not proceed to apply the same, for I'm worried that if I touched Stark without them, I would cut myself. Oh Edgelord Stark, why do you have to speak with the same conviction and arrogance in your voice, as if you are a true victim of the system. The overuse of explicits, the constant references to your childhood, it is terribly drab. I pose this question to you, what trails and tribulations have you actually had to ache and deteriorate through, for you speak about proving your doubters wrong and achieving great things, and yet when I seek validation, or evidence of such, silence fills the room. Correct me if I am wrong, because truthfully I have not paid attention to your career much, but you returned to this promotion earlier this year, were thrusted into the championship scene in time for Pain For Pride, winning at the grandest event of them all and I do applaud you for that, but then you lost that same championship just months later, quicker than it has taken for me to finish this sentence, as a matter of fact. Now Stark, I do appreciate that you may feel angsty about such a situation, it certainly can be damaging to the seemingly egotistical streak that you carry within you, but approaching this match with the angle of attempting to make me feel sympathetic towards you, and the fact that you need the Openweight Championship, oh no, it really isn't going to work, for you might consider this year as a whole to have been minorly bad, let me open your eyes to the absolute beauty of the betrayal that my world has suffered. ''

'' For this year has not been the kindest to me, Stark, as a matter of fact I started it out with not even having a brand, I was thrown off Empire the moment I lost to Cailin Dillon, for literally zero reason, and it took me an entire month to find a place I would situate as home on Voltage, ironically it only took around a month or so before I would be removed from those conditions and placed upon Dynasty. Now I won't gloss over the cracks or show favouritism here, for this is quite imperative to the story of how this world betrayed me, but I lost constantly, I managed to assemble an entire one win within four months on Dynasty, and that statistic is less impressive considering it came against somebody who no longer resides within the company, I lost to the current Chairman, to Voltage's current world champion, I was the first to be eliminated from the Grand Rampage, and despite my best efforts I failed to win at Pain For Pride also, although I did eliminate Scott Diamond, imagine your greatest accomplishment for an entire year being that you eliminated someone relevant five years ago from a battle royal in which you didn't even win. Yet this is all fine, as I return to Empire motivated, and determined, with a beautiful lifestyle which had already once revolutionised how women were seen within this industry, and I was ready to accept the gratitude and appreciation, which had previously not seen the light of day. But oh no, Stark, I did not become the Empress Of Elite despite my talents, I did not revolutionise Empire once more, a brand that only exists due to my exertions previously. I was fired. And for what, surely there must be a disastrous, catastrophic reason for my firing, something that would justify a former Vixens champion being thrown out of the promotion and blacklisted from ever returning. Oh, that's right, I was a bad influence. Something that would barely rationalise the naughty step lead to my firing, and it is not as if my removal from this world lead to a better company, for Cailin and Alexis went out of the door literally weeks after myself, television ratings tanked, and as people always do, they began to see the disgusting act that my extradition was, that it had been based on lies, conjured on foulness. So do not cry to me that you need the Openweight Championship, Stark, for your pleas fall upon death ears. This is the first championship shot I have had in an entire year, the first opportunity to capture gold since I cashed in my Vixens Cup over four hundred days ago, juxtaposed to this, you had a championship shot this month right? But you fell flat on your face. You might consider this bout your golden ticket, the rocket to superstardom that you shall need to latch onto but I can guarantee it is quite the opposite. You and the bitch that I shall soon address, you do not need this, you lust for it but your determination is not quite there. If you believe that I have been handed this purely due to the fact I did not have to compete in a contendership match, then I should stress that you should reconsider your stance on such. I have been one of the most consistent workers within this year, and that is despite of the fact that I was fired for two months, forced to starve on unfamiliar brands for six, and I've only technically been competing for a month or so as my first few weeks back here I was solely focused on removing a truthful cancer, a poisonous tree, from the authority position of Empire. Yet here I am, having worked harder than you. How emasculating and undermining that must feel. I am one of the most talented individuals to ever grace this continent, and yet I am universally hated for I have blunt speech and foreign looks. I am hated due to the fact that I am right, that I am superior intellectually, physically and emotionally to the majority of people who thrive within this industry. I can assure you that if I had a southern name, and innocence graced my thoughts I would be in the limelight, I would be a champion, but I have been suppressed by xenophobic hands and those who wish to conspire, as they fear what is different, and they tremble at the thought of myself touching the peak once more. Don't question my merit for being in this match, Stark, I've had walks to the fridge that have lasted longer than your last championship defence, this past year has been nothing but a dark cloud over my head, and now it is time for me to incinerate all above and bring vengeance to the tip of my claws. ''

'' Redemption, from what exactly? As you said yourself just sentences after throwing out such a word, you have not fallen far whatsoever. Excuse me whilst I reach for a tissue, because the past three weeks all you have achieved is gaining another championships shot. You poor thing! We'll have to start up a sponsorship page for you, what a shame it is that you have not held a championship for an entire, gruelling three months. How old are you, grow up. Oh no, I am not on a path to redemption, I am sailing on a red river, filled with vengeance and the blood of all who have opposed me. I recognise that I could not have played my hand differently, that regardless of what I did, how hard I fought, I would always be outcasted and hated, I have appreciated and accepted that. But the situations that have arisen since my initial removal, they cannot be pinned on me, for I was not here. The truth is the board of directors are megalomaniacs, but also terribly indecisive, they fire me stating I shall never return, and yet within the space of sixty days, I am negotiating my return, and within another thirty the woman who illustrated her signature upon the contract of my firing, I am allowed to punt in the head without repercussions. I am a tactician, this is an example of how smart I truthfully am, we all know the power that certain members of the board hold, what the chairman holds, and yet I was easily capable of outmanoeuvring them, outplaying their hand, and within a month of my return, the woman who they so fiercely backed, was gone within a snap of my fingers, because I wished for it. As I have said before Stark, my first championship shot in a year, the first time within a long time that the spotlight has found my name. I would sympathise and feel sorry for myself, but that has never worked, and right now how bored I am growing of your constant speech of being the good guy, being the hard worker. You could be a religious figure, having come to bless this world with your face and I would have zero hesitation in ripping off your arm, if it meant that I could grasp that Openweight Championship. I speak oh so truthfully, when I say this is necessary for me, for the Openweight Championship as you have acknowledged is by far the most unique belt this company has to offer, and whilst I doubt I'll ever reach the heights of having a world championship match once more, because, as you said it I am the most despised woman to wrestle in this continent as of this second, this match guarantees me that chance, a chance at retribution, I have already caved in Tarah Nova's temple for standing in my way of a massacre, I shall not stop until all the figureheads and heroes that situate within this promotion are at my feet, my boot upon their necks, controlling when they are allowed to breathe, so I insist that you take these words with seriousness. If you stand in my way, I shall incinerate you, I shall bring an utter holocaust to your world, a firestorm shall rip into your wasteland without mercy, and you shall exit this match a changed man, dreading the thought of my name, having flashbacks to the time in which Sheridan, Elsa, Müller, brought absolute eradication to all you held close to you. This is not a fairytale of redemption, this is the constant burning of vengeance, and oh how I wish for my hands to clutch at all who have opposed me, and this match grants me a unique, golden opportunity for me to cease such. I truthfully wish you would quit, cease in breathing for all I care, for your motivations and ambitions mean little to me, as I've said your story you are attempting to feed the masses, it is oh so generic. You have not been wronged, not like I have, you are not scorned from an entire year of mishandling and under appreciation. How laughable it is, that you consider me having being handed things on a silver platter, when this past month alone you've had more opportunities to thrive in championship matches, than I have in fourteen months? I am in this match out of vengeance, for the world is slowly waking up to the fact that all I have said, about the likes of the recent general manager, about the inaugural Women's champion, about the conditions of my firing as a whole, that I was absolutely right about every sentence. If the current chairman, who, spoiler alert if you did not know, hates the thought of a smile touching my face, is willing to give me a championship opportunity, then that should speak volumes to you. I did not have to fight in a battle royal to grasp this opportunity, Stark, you're absolutely right. I had to outmanoeuvre an entire board of directors, and if not for my own passion that now resides in me, I would be still irrelevant. I was not brought back for a joke, I was brought back entirely based off my own grind, my own passion to return, I was left abandoned in the darkness, where not a single name under contract in this promotion, would have cared if I were to have died. I am here because I am a tremendous talent, and if the fact that, despite the fact I am universally hated and loathed, I have been placed into this match by a board who only three months ago wished for my execution, does not strike fear into you, then the absolute massacre I shall bring to King Of Elite shall, I shall adore salvation, bring justification to my instillation with this match, I shall kick you in the face, make the canvas run red and then sculpt angels within your blood. ''

'' I adore how much passion you speak with when associating my name, it is so adorable. You genuinely have such a hatred for me, despite the fact this is the first time we will have ever met. This only brings more validation to my ambitions, for I am above the majority and with each insult you throw, it only fuels the fire that shall be brought in our match. How insignificant you truthfully are, yet the ignorance and arrogance you carry, it is ever so curious. You initially attempt to gain sympathy, by crying to a woman who has been conspired against and literally fired for no fucking reason, that you need this more than me because you feel lonely backstage. I am going to beat you Stark, and there shall be nothing you'll be capable of doing to reverse such, I speak with such confidence, and it is not arrogance I assure you, it is general belief in my own abilities, my own talents. I'm not going to fall for the underdog synonyms that you throw around, we all know you're not an underdog Stark, you're perhaps above average on a good day, a six out of ten, but I insist that the average listen up, for a ten is speaking and she is assertive in the fact she is going to win. How awful it is that you have slowly transitioned from constantly stressing your failings, and then for the latter half of your promotional video, you just articulate in disparaging everything I have accomplished, it is this quick movement from being the lowest, to being above you, you literally transition from classing yourself as being underestimated, to saying that I need to acknowledge who you are, that you're on a path to greatness, and that I'll never be able to break down the barrier of being good. The thing that infuriates me most, is that people still believe I am the Sheridan that has been damaged by the war, the woman who starved and suffered on Dynasty, losing matches that I should never be, falling from grace to the very point of considering suicide, people need to acknowledge that the battle is over, the helmets are removed, and I won. There is nothing standing in my way that is capable of stopping me from achieving greatness once more. Nothing significant that can hold the pure venom that is my bite. I have strained in the depths of hell, and Satan himself returned me to earth due too a fear of my awkwardness. I have no god that controls my destiny, and there are no authority figures who can throw me onto another brand, or extradite me for another two months, purely because they hate the sound of my truths. I was not the causation of my downfall, and people need to acknowledge that, it has been validated far too many times, when the board begged me to return, when Tarah Nova interfered in my first match back. Do you really believe she would have been removed from power purely based off of my complaints? Oh no, something truthfully sinister occurred when considering my name, and I exposed that, I shone the light upon it, and the significant people in suits realised such. No more conspiracies control my path, and yet people are not apologising to me, they do not show gratitude, and that really, deeply pisses me off. I am a woman who built an entire division upon her back, who screamed revolution far before the current crop of those in the spotlight did. Whilst the majority adore the teamwork, it was the individual efforts of myself and my superior lifestyle which broke the system, which finessed the barriers, which smashed through the doors and demanded liberation and acknowledgement. The ingratitude shown to my name, the lack of sympathy and justice given to the lifestyle that was ripped from my hands and manipulated by inconsiderate idiots, oh how it burns within me. I was at my dying breaths when she found me, an archaic age which was abandoned but for what? Consider the events that have occurred and ask yourself if they would have ever had the opportunity to, if I had not brought a revolution to this world. The Last Vixen is infuriated, she holds a craving for retribution, a keenness to deliver a massacre, she resides within me, bringing heat back to a form that had truthfully given up. I was minutes away from ending the suffering of my extradition, this business means everything to me, I hold a passion and desire for wrestling that neither you or Cameron can even consider matching, and that was unfairly ripped away from me. I was accused of things horrid, and people still believe I am a villain, despite the fact I have long since proven I was not at fault. The lifestyle I loved is dead, because of women who you aspire and believe are the best, not acknowledging my greatness, and having the stupidity to believe everything they are fed by the board. You all instantaneously assume that the authority figures are the final sentence, they always are the gospel truth, but I proved that to be incorrect, they begged me to return, apologised ever so much, I've had people you consider to be the most brutal crying to me that their inferiority was the reason that they believed others over me, crying. All who have contributed to my removal, all who were under contract, I wish nothing but death for, for a darkness to smoulder in their world, for destruction and desolation to bring them eternal sadness, for insanity to cleanse their mind and prohibit them from ever achieving success. You don't get to label me a paper fighter, Stark, we all know I could have beaten Tarah Nova all by myself, do not lambaste me for she also heavily betrayed the two women who I now align with. It is ever so lovely living in my world, I'd invite you to join however I fear you would shred the invitation with how edgy and dark you are. Oh how I strive to be as cool as you. It's ever so amusing how you constantly bring up the fact you won a match against six people who are incredibly irrelevant, and then blow smoke up your own ass like you've single handedly slain a god, I applaud you for winning your way into this match, I wonder how upset you'll be when I tell you it has little impact how how systematically I shall vanquish you. ''

'' Awh, how cute this is, Stark attempting to form this compact, inconsiderable alliance with Cameron, to take down the poison that is I, how I feel for him when he realises how indeterminate and two-faced she really is. Not sure how to break this one to you, but Cameron and I were actually best friends at a point in time. We fought in the final of the inaugural Vixens Cup, both outlasting fourteen other women to reach such a historic match, a match that won match of the year if I recall correctly, we performed in the match of the year, and believe it or not, I actually respected and appreciated Cameron at this point, she's an excellent wrestler, perhaps better than myself and I admit that without any hesitation. In another world, perhaps she and I would still be friends, and perhaps it would be myself attempting to form an alliance with her, and take out the weakest link in the match before he begins in considering himself upon our level. Unfortunately, just like the rest of you, Cameron believed people over me when she really should have not, Cameron stuck a knife in my back, kicked me to my knees, and for the two months in which I were extradited, forgot I even existed. Sure, I'm not the easiest person to communicate with, but the fact alone I considered Cameron a friend should tell you how much she once meant to me, how determinate I considered her. Yet she is a sheep, as are you. She listens to and automatically assumes is a positive, to whatever higher management tell her. The problem I have, is that she does as she is told, and yes she's an excellent athlete, but without cognitive function, without opinions, how highly can we really value life. You'll quickly come to realise that I hold far more of a passion to cave her head in, as I do you. As a matter of fact, I barely even noticed you're in this match until I had to listen to you whine, constantly, about how this is your redemption story because you lost a single match in a small amount of time. You complain that you have never had your time in the sun, yet fail to appreciate the fact I have just returned from hell itself, from a storm, a fight, much greater than you have ever been placed within, it's indeed quite hard to describe. I appreciate you believe due to the fact I didn't have to fight my way into this match, that I am entitled, but that is quite hypocritical, for you believe due to the fact you've never had your chance in the sun, that you're entitled to a victory over Cameron and myself. How contradicting you are. I acknowledge that I am the most hated woman in the world, and I thrive upon it, those who failed to execute me loathe the fact I am superior to them, and the insignificant, that's you, just believe and obey every word they are told. With each lesson you attempt to preach, it only brings fulfilment and more confidence in myself, my abilities, and the path of vengeance that I saunter down. My veins are scorched, my blood boiled, and whilst I may not be the most concentrated, I can assure you nobody wants this more than me, I have survived a massacre of my own, to only hold the sword within my grip, and oh how I lust to retaliate against all who adored the rise and fall of my beautiful, superior lifestyle. ''
Stark
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 6:20 am by Stark
King of Elite 1

I love my doubters more than anything. Nothing motivates me more than to prove the people who have no faith in me wrong. It’s been that way since I was a kid - someone tells me I can’t do something? I don’t take that shit lying down, I went out and did exactly whatever the fuck it was they told me not to do. Now of course, that kind of mentality has gotten me into my fair share of trouble, but that kind of mentality also brought me here today. Here, ready for the biggest opportunity of my career to-date, a chance to become the EAW Openweight Champion. There’s a few things I do love about the Openweight Championship as opposed to other belts I’ve chased and held. There’s no sentimental value to this title. It’s not the one that always got away from me like the National Elite Championship. It wasn’t the hot-shot title I so desperately needed to win to prove that I belonged in EAW like the New Breed Championship. The Openweight Championship is the belt you wear when you’re the next big thing right? The last guy who had this championship failed, then bounced. There’s no prestige to this belt. There’s no standard I need to carry. Whoever wins this would automatically be the ‘greatest Openweight Champion’ just by default.

It’s for these reasons that this championship is everything I need it to be right now; truly at this point in my career, it’s my golden ticket. But as with all things, there’s always a considerable wall for me to go through before I can get there. At King of Elite, these obstacles come in the form of two of the most dominant elitists in EAW history. Both former World Champions, unlike myself, so that right there is a fact that’s going to be held over my head for this entire week, I’m sure. Maybe the both of them aren’t as equally worthy of my respect, but I highly doubt that matters to the person I’m talking about. After all, it truly takes a special cunt to be the most hated person in all of EAW - and unfortunately for me, Sheridan Muller is in this match. Being handed a spot in this match must have been nice, hm? First management turns a blind eye to you enlisting the help of two individuals who had nothing to do with your beef with Tarah in order to unjustly strip her of her spot as Empire General Manager, then you get rewarded with an Openweight Championship match? You’re out here competing for the same belt I am, for the same belt Cameron fucking Ella Ava is - on what merit though, exactly?

My point though - the Openweight Championship is the perfect opportunity for my… I hate to say this buzzword, but redemption is the best I can use to describe this situation. A fresh start on Dynasty, a momentous debut with a win over five members of Dynasty’s midcard, and a chance to compete at my first King of Elite for the Openweight Championship. Now, I haven’t fallen all that far from grace as the dirt sheets or my opponents would like to push it. Realize this, just a few months ago I won the National Elite Championship at Pain for Pride X from one of Showdown’s top guys in Rex McAllister. I lost that belt - although in seconds - to a Hall of Famer. And since then, where exactly have I gone? I’ve been here the whole time, if not in the ring, but backstage still at every show, just waiting for the opportunity to redeem myself. Redemption is a pretty word, but one that is just as complex as it is defined individually by each person’s arc of redeeming themselves from failure. In her own sick, twisted way, Sheridan Muller herself is on a path of redemption too. Exiled from this company, brought back to nothing but hatred, but now in the same spot that I’m in. And that makes me wonder if I’m wrong about just how far down the totem pole I’ve actually gone.

Still, what am I going to do? Just quit? Hang my boots up? Take up a job at the commentary desk or backstage? Maybe sell weed? I mean, the options are all there, but my stubborn ass isn’t going to go out without doing what I’ve done best since I was born basically. I’ll break the mold, destroy every expectation, and accomplish everything I was doomed not to. So that’s why I don’t care if to the eyes of EAW management, I’m on the same level as Sheridan Muller. I don’t care that despite the fact that I - and Cameron - had to earn our opportunities by going through not one, not two, but three people for her and six for me, we’re still put on the same level as Sheridan Muller. What are you gonna do Sher? You’re gonna bring out The Axis? You’re gonna cheap shot me? Low blow me? Throw me out of the match, destroy Cam, and pin her? As dangerous as you are, you’re just as predictable. Then again, I’m sure you’ve got something up your sleeve. I do wish I did. Playing dirty is just so easy, that I really have no interest in doing it. In the end, winning by your own merit will always be worth so much more than having things handed to you on a silver platter.

But what else would I expect from a spoiled bitch who doesn’t know how to shut her mouth? You gonna lecture me on German Efficiency? Speak with a microphone in one hand and a thesaurus in another? You fire with the same ammunition every time you do anything Sher, on the mic, in the ring, it’s just too easy to anticipate what you’re coming with. Trust me, I’m not going to be the idiot that underestimates Sheridan Muller and her abilities and accomplishments; but I am the asshole that just doesn’t give a fuck about them. I know I’m a competitor that always gets underestimated. If I had a dollar for every time I was a favorite to win a match, I’d have like enough for a pack of gum because I think I’ve faced El Landerson once or twice. So you can go and underestimate me all you want Sher. You can run me down all the way to hell itself. You can think in your head that you beating me is going to be an inevitability. You can think in your head that despite my best efforts, I’m no match for the almighty Sheridan Muller. I’ve been underestimated by better. I’ve beaten better. People you never could and never will hold a candle to. Rex McAllister. StarrStan. Jamie O’Hara. There’s no doubt you’re good, Sher. But there’s a fine line to greatness and you’re just not there. If you think the Openweight Championship is your way there then you need to come to grips with reality and realize just exactly who I am.

You’re the kind of person who sings her own praises then hides behind a crutch when things get too tough. You couldn’t beat Tarah Nova. Think about that. She’s basically on the tail-end of her career, with what, nearly a decade of wear and tear from wrestling. You needed The Axis. So if you couldn’t handle Tarah Nova alone, you’re gonna expect me to sit there and listen to you talk about beating both myself and Cameron Ella Ava all by yourself? You’re a paper fighter, Sher. Not one anyone should fear. Not one anyone will respect. And you can say that adoration and respect don’t matter to you Sheridan, but if that were the case, maybe you wouldn’t need to point out the obvious so much. You wouldn’t need to hide behind all those insecurities as much as you do. Talking about Cailin and Alexis Diemos like they’re still here or they still matter. Talking about rescuing Empire as if it was all you, as if some of the greatest women of all time in this company like Tarah, Cam, and Aria weren’t right there in front of you carrying the load while you held a measly corner, now you’re running your mouth like you did it all by your damn self. I’m the dude stoned out of my fucking mind most of the days - lies, every day - but you’re the one more out of touch with reality than pretty much anyone else I’ve seen.

I’m sure it’s nice living in your bubble Sher, where you’re just the best thing ever, and you got The Axis kissing your feet, while the Board is handing you a spot in this match with a pat on the back for cheating to beat Tarah Nova. Sounds like a good gig to me honestly. Unfortunately for all of that nonsense, you’re still competing against two people that actually live with their heads in the real world. Maybe you should take some lessons from Cameron, Sher. There’s absolutely no question about the fact that she is ten times the elitist that you ever were Sher, despite any protest you’ll make to this claim. Again, it’s just another symptom of you living in your pretend reality. Still, despite how accomplished, revered, and successful Cameron is compared to you, I don’t really hear her brag about it. She doesn’t run her mouth about nonsense, she’s humble where it counts, and most importantly, just like me, she’s actually EARNED her way into this match. She didn’t need any bullshit to beat three other people on Voltage, whereas again, you needed a three on one scenario to win a singles match. I know you’re going to chastise me for bringing that up over and over again, but it’s the simple truth. You’re scum for it. I know I don’t stand for that kind of shit, and I’m sure Cam doesn’t either.

I know I’m in for possibly the hardest match I’ve ever had in my career. I know any match I’ve had with Rex or Darkane or Jamie isn’t going to hold up to this. Factor in bullshit like The Axis and well, it’s going to be a tough time at King of Elite. I know Cam, I know this might be one of your last opportunities on Voltage. You couldn’t win the World Heavyweight Championship, and this is your next best shot. But you’ve held World title gold, and regrettably, so has Sher. This shot at the Openweight Championship is completely new territory for me. I’m stepping into an entirely new division, one that transcends the boundaries of brands completely. The Openweight Champion has challengers from all across the company coming at them. Am I up to the task? I know that most people think I won’t be. I’m not going to lie, there’s some self-doubt brewing too. If I can even make it past Sheridan and Cameron in the first place, there’s still the daunting task of BEING the champion that I still haven’t been able to successfully do. So as cliche as it is, yes - this is my redemption. King of Elite is just the start. You two are here after your time in the sun has already come and gone, you’re just clawing to get it back. For me, this is my time to get there in the first place. This is my chance to become the type of champion that backs up all of my skill, that makes up for where I’ve failed as champion in the past - this is my chance to be the top guy I know I can be.

Most of all - I’m done failing myself. You saw what I brought to the table at the Awards Show. That was for a match where Ahren Fournier was my biggest competition. That wasn’t half of what I brought up against Rex McAllister at Pain for Pride, and for me, the circumstances are even more dire now. You’re not just getting the best Stark you’ve seen yet, you’re getting something even better. There are limits I’ve had that I’m going to break, permanently. I have a lot riding on the line here, and as much as I respect you Cam, you’re not stopping me - nor is that Wicked Witch of Empire. You guys can talk about repping your brands, but I’m not here for Dynasty. I’m here for myself. Just like I said in 2015 when I walked into this company and ran through Showdown on my way to the New Breed Championship - this is just the beginning. But for my path of redemption, King of Elite is a new one.
Jamie O'Hara
Re: EAW Promoz!
Post December 31st 2017, 2:36 am by Jamie O'Hara
It’s easy to feel...invincible.

As if nothing in this world can hurt you.

Everyone thinks like that at some point. They think the pain inflicted by others will be shrugged off, swept off like dust on a piece of cloth. We all buy into the mentality of every blow only causing us to rise further. And for so long I always did. For so long every blow dealt only led to a fierce resistance, a defiance that never wavered and a show of disrespect towards my foe’s efforts. Invincible, I most certainly was. And so few could ever argue against that, Fortissimus was never handed, never a given, it was earned through every scar that forever remained on my body as a reminder of the blows I had been dealt but the times I rose from the dusty floor to fight once more. Invincible, I never felt true pain. You, everyone, talks about enduring pain but you only talk about something that’s temporary. You...everyone...talks about enduring pain but you only talk about something you wake up the next day and a stiff limb or the cracking of a joint is all that you have to endure. When you call yourself invincible, you call yourself invincible for such a small period; a quickly fading second that is forgotten within minutes. I’ve slumped to lows emotionally, I’ve had my body torn from limb to limb and so much in between - none of them compare.

None of them compare to what you did.

I had never felt true pain until that moment. To watch the one I love, the one I care more about than anything in this world - more than this World Heavyweight Championship - laying in a pile of blood stained glass shards, it’s a rush of emotions that is nearly an impossibility to explain. To feel completely and utterly helpless in that moment, it haunts me. I can’t shake it. I can’t shake her cries, I can’t shake the sound of glass shattering, I can’t shake the silence of the world in that single moment. To spend what should be the happiest days, week of my life in an emergency room and swapping bandages over, you robbed us of so much. You took away a moment that shouldn’t be remembered for your actions, it shouldn’t be remembered for your presence regardless. In that moment I stopped caring about being World Champion. In that moment, I couldn’t care less about my career, I couldn’t care about anything else more than her. Even, getting my hands on you became a considerable afterthought; this match itself barely registered a blip on my mind. It should have been me going through that glass. It should have been me being bent by that spear, me spending my Christmas Day having wounds tended to my doctors. She will always be my weakness, the exploitation that leaves me shattered beyond any other. No words, no actions, no pain inflicted upon me will ever measure up to seeing her hurt, seeing her suffer and I fear the scum of the earth, much like yourself, will strike when the opportunity presents itself. No matter her own greatness, the fear of becoming a method to leave me broken, leave me vulnerable is almost too much to bear. But perhaps like so many times before, these moments are only singular. An exploit that’s fixed, a fear that is managed, a wound inflicted that becomes one with the rest instead of one that bleeds a constant river.

And all you’ve done is laugh.

Consider it just another step you took in your “game”.

You’ve played the coward’s game whilst playing one of a beggar; I’ll give you the credit where it’s due, to play such pathetic games at once is impressive. Attacks from behind are hardly something to be proud of, almost shambolic. The raven display was quite impressive but that raven’s head is only destined to be placed on the spike at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my glorious throne. Yet don’t mistaken it as a redeeming factor, still a cowards way to make your statement. And a beggar? You’ve always been one. Ever since your first day you’ve reeked of desperation. Desperate to surpass your fellow fledglings. Desperate to make sure the world knew the name Lars Grier. Desperate to ensure you were in good company with the right people. And if that desperation hasn’t peaked in the last month, then I’m almost afraid to entertain how desperate you can get. You’ve begged for the world to take notice of you and you’ve reached a point where it doesn’t matter how that attention is delivered, as long as they know you exist, acknowledge you, that’s all that matters. You’ve always had the machine pumping your tires, Grier. You’ve always had the people’s attention but merely acknowledging your potential clearly wasn’t enough; you wanted to be viewed as great as someone as myself. You got under my skin, Lars. You crawled under it by doing the one thing that nobody has ever really had the guts to do and that’s attack something that isn’t tied to this business. That’s a considerable low to reach, but you don’t care, huh? You care so little as long as the World Heavyweight Championship lies around your waist by the end of the night. Again, it’s that desperation to succeed, isn’t it? You’ve been here for a tick over a year and thus far you have nothing to show for it. No championships, hell, no meaningful victories. You open your palms to see nothing resting in them; nothing to be proud of, nothing to be happy with. While you’ve watched so many reap the rewards of being a champion, you’ve continued to push and shove your way as a mere contender. But you have the Next Up award! You have an award that surely means you’re destined to become the World Heavyweight Champion? Right? Nothing is given, no matter how much of the kool-aid you sip, having that ounce of recognition isn’t going to turn your fortunes around, most certainly not when you’re hedging your bets on doing that against someone such as myself. Did you ponder defeat, Grier? I mean, you’ve copped plenty of losses this year and every one of them seemed to weigh heavily on your mind. You’ve struggled with it time and time again regardless if it was Cash In The Vault or the Elimination Chamber. I can only imagine the mental hell you endured when you sat back up three weeks ago learning that you lost to Ryan fucking Wilson of all people. Would everything you’ve done to get my attention be worth it even in defeat? I most certainly wouldn’t think so; it only makes you look like a considerable cunt and not in a positive light.

With everything on the line, how does the Raven handle defeat?

Surely, defeat only compounds the crushing weight of your own lofty expectations.

Is that why you find yourself seemingly hounded by the black dog after every defeat? Under a cloud that casts shadows you cannot escape? You can’t possibly live up to your own constructed expectations of success and every passing match where you don’t walk away champion further compounds the suffering. You expected to be the New Breed Champion. You expected to be the National Elite Champion. You expected to Mr. Cash In The Vault. You expected to have walked out of the Elimination Chamber as World Heavyweight Champion. It’s a pattern that seemingly you remain oblivious to or merely you attempt to be defiant in it’s face for some odd attempt to enhance the feel of your perceived inevitable success. You can object to it, I’m sure you will, but even if it’s not something you’re aware of, It’s something the world can see in the way you walk, hear in the way you talk. It’s arrogance but what do you have to be arrogant about? Like I’ve said, you have no gold nor have you held any, you’ve obtained no meaningful victories. So why does this arrogance exist? It’s the belief you have in yourself that success is an inevitability. What becomes of Lars Grier in defeat at King of Elite? Do you scrape yourself off the dusty floor and once again make that climb to contendership or do you follow the path of someone like Ryan Marx and fade into oblivion because your night didn’t go the way you expected it to? Perhaps you could have reached your potential if you unshackled yourself from such grand expectations but after a year of sticking to them in the face of shortcomings and defeat, it hardly seems likely. Nobody - especially yourself - will ever know how great Lars Grier could have been.

Tell me I’m wrong.

Tell the man that has seen men like you come and go for years that he’s wrong.

Humility ebbs and flows in and out of your body like the tide of the ocean. Filled with it when you’re humbled in defeat, without it as you grow closer and closer to your opportunities. Not an ounce remains a constant in your body but perhaps the bitter blow of never landing a scrap on the chin of the champion will see some remain the next time you drag your pathetic excuse of a career to this point. I questioned why your arrogance exists but I guess the answer lies in the battles you’ve lost to me. Whether it was Voltage or the Elimination Chamber, you played my game. I made you doubt, I made you question so much and well before you stepped into the ring, you were defeated. Mentally, emotionally defeated. Your arrogance exists because you think you’ve swapped the roles, huh? Suddenly the pawn is the champion, not the challenger, walking into the palms of the challenger; manipulated and bent to his will. I guess originality is quite dead here; perhaps the the M-O of The Raven is to be a cacophony of other people’s tactics and methodology, rather than being a man who leads the way. I almost feel like I’m listening to an old piece from myself when I hear you and that’s quite disappointing to see to say the least. But alas, you’re pleased to come at me as you wish; I consider it a moronic effort to attempt to outwit the master at his own game but to each their own, proceed with caution. We can certainly play this game, this constant attempt to force the other to doubt, to hold false hope...or to have any ounce of it crushed. Yet the scales tip unfavourably to you; do you truly wish to go down this path? I see so many faults, so many holes in the grime covered armour you don. While certainly King of Elite will be the night Lars Grier is made to crawl on his knees, dragging his bloodied and near comatose body along the canvas, the point of return still exists. Play this game and you will not return from it. Test me and find yourself surrounded by the ghosts of every man and woman who thought they were destined for great, great things; allow their arrogance to sing you a song of comfort that you’re not alone in your freefall into irrelevance. Can you truly outwit the master at his own craft?

I most certainly think not.

But when that bell tolls, this will stop being a game. There isn’t going to be a mental battle to be fought on a battlefield within our minds, there isn’t a quiver with arrows, laced with insults, laced with harsh truths, aimed to break our armour. The pain I’ll inflict on you will be temporary but the scars of your wrongs will remain as a constant reminder of your place in this world. Every time you stare at your worthless self in the mirror, allow those scars to be a reminder of every bit of regret you will hold for your actions; for what you did to my beloved. Most importantly, allow them to be a reminder of the gratitude I showed you on this night. This one night you wholeheartedly believe is the defining moment of your night, will become a nightmare. A nightmare that you will watch in your mind every time you close your eyes but a nightmare that will subside when you realise I still allowed you to have a career. You chuckle at the drop of that, but Xavier Williams has a story to tell you, Grier. So does Dark Demon if he hasn’t necked himself yet. When the bell tolls, being the World Heavyweight Champion is the last thing on my mind and what becomes of that title is not an entertained thought in my mind; only ensuring you don’t walk away from that ring at all is all I care about. But it’s all you care about. It’s all you want to achieve. It doesn’t matter how that belt falls into your hands, as long as the final toll you’re champion. Perhaps I should care about being champion in the moment, dangling that title before your eyes, ensuring you realise just how far you truly are to becoming World Champion...perhaps convincing the world and yourself that you’re not even fit to be champion at all is quite enticing. Your career...your life seemingly resting on this opportunity; how tragic it would be for it all be revealed as shambolic. I am the proverbial light that shines upon any man and your fifteen minutes of fame is quickly running out and you’ve thrown it all on the line. If defeat has led you down a path of momentary depression before, the black dog will hound you for weeks, months...and perhaps the remainder of your days and I will not take a moment to feel sympathy or an ounce of regret for causing you such harm. You will wake in your bed the next morning, beaten, battered and scarred without the glory of being World Champion, without the prestige of the championship in your hands; all but the shattered remains of your hopes and dreams.

The Raven falls from the sky.

And the one true king of this company - the only king that matters - remains on his throne.

Glory, Glory.

Jamie fucking O’Hara.
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