EAW Promoz!

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Re: EAW Promoz! December 28th 2017, 8:02 am by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 91: Genesis

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"I believe that you might be preparing for a different fight then the one I bring, Dubian. Or at least, that is what I can extract from your words. You seem to think me to be one of the arrogant young punks who walk in proclaiming they will take careers left and right, if not ending them all together. You seem to think with my willingness to go to whatever lengths I need to in order to secure a victory is a sign of arrogance to hide a lurking doubt. I’ll correct you in saying that you will find no such platitudes with me. I don’t make such absent-minded steps. I am preparing to fight a Hall of Famer, a decorated champion of EAW’s past, and arguably one of the very best that EAW has ever seen. I am preparing for an uphill fight, but that doesn’t mean in the back of my mind there is a doubt that I can defeat you. This entire year, I didn’t have a single doubt when I faced any of the people that I mentioned earlier, I just acknowledged their status, their body of work and their legacies. The only difference between those occasions and now is that I have grown sick of being the one to taste defeat in the outcome. It’s a bitter taste, but one that I swallow out of the respect I have in the opposition who bested me fair and square. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I have grown sick of that taste, and I want to wash it away with a taste of a paramount triumph. The Shrine gives me that coin to flip. Heads, I find a way to get the on-paper underdog victory and earn the highest calibre victory I have had up to date. Tails, I swallow the bitter pill yet again. The upside far outweighs the down, and that’s all the more reason I will be trying to defeat you December 30th. Though the pros outweigh the cons, that doesn’t mean I have nothing to lose either. I have plenty at risk, as I do in any other match I am in. I seek to be the future of this company, of Elite Answers Wrestling. I seek to become the prodigy that climbs the ranks and works his way to the top. I seek to become one of the very best professional wrestlers in the world. And every loss is two steps back. I have yet to find those promised lands, and every loss takes me just that little bit further away. What I hold in the New Breed Championship isn’t the key to the kingdom, it is but the lever to lower the drawbridge. The key to the kingdom isn’t going to be an easy thing to obtain, and I have always known that. I have to beat the very best and prove that I can not only hang with them, but that I can also surpass them.

This match ultimately is one of age and experience versus youth and ambition. You have faced your countless legendary opponents in these high risk and even higher reward battles, and that has solidified your status as a Hall of Famer for this company. And while you are a man fighting out of the ashes one more time, I am a man who has still plenty of fight to give. I am 21 years old, Dubian. I have only been a wrestler for the sum of a year, and it has not been one too shabby if I do say so myself. My body has taken its fair share of punishment but it is far from broken. I have plenty of years in the tank. So I am not hesitating to flip this coin calling heads. Because I have so much more to prove. So don’t feel the need to make this a comfortable situation for me, don’t feel any form of mercy in trying to go for my throat. Try to punt my head off my shoulders into the rafters of the shrine. Try to drill my head through the canvas with a Bloody Edge. Throw every single punch with every bit of force you can muster up. I welcome it. But I will warn you as you have warned me, don’t take a misstep, because I won’t hesitate to throw my kicks with every bit of force I can put behind them, and I won’t hesitate to apply a submission hold with a vice like grip. My guard isn’t down. The distance between you and I is indeed great, but at The Shrine I am going to fight you at my fullest and close that gap. It is not my intention to take your career in the palm of my hand and watch it wilt like a dying rose. But if I have to kick you as hard as I possibly can in the head to keep you down not too unlike the lengths John Doe had to go to in order to leave you in defeat, so be it. I won’t hesitate to go to that length if I have to, despite my respect towards you. I am a young lion who seeks to be the leader of the pride, and I will fight through all the older lions to get to that point if that is what it takes. Because my ambition won’t die until I am there. People can see this as an easy Devan Dubian victory if they must, but I will assure you it will be far from an easy bout. If I am to go down, I won’t be going down with a whimper. I’ll be fighting with every ounce of my determination and drive until one of us physically can’t fight on any longer.

This match will not only be my claim to be able to hold my own against the upper echelon, but it will also be the genesis of my being there. So Devan Dubian, I beseech you to fight me with all that is left of your power and throw every fist with every bit of animosity you have shown to your greatest of rivals. Let us steal the show at The Shrine and be the match that everyone talks about on the drive home. Make no mistake about it though, this will not be the career resurrection of Devan Dubian, it is the career genesis of Finnegan bloody Wakefield."

Re: EAW Promoz! December 28th 2017, 7:55 am by **Darkane**

The Shrine I

Oh, Stark.

Say it ain't so.

The Shrine is supposed to be a festive get together where a few legends come back for one last kick at the old can and compete with the superstars of today both established and on the rise. It's supposed to be an exhibition full of dream matches to send off 2017 with a bang as we ride mirthfully on into the new year. It's supposed to be all of that, but unfortunately, it won't be. Stark, we've had history, we've had wars in the past but a month or two back we formed a tag team and you know, I thought it was a concept that could better the both of us and eventually land us the tag team titles, not because I like you, but because there was a mutual interest at hand. Unsurprisingly you shat out a gigantic dud which is all too familiar with you Stark. You didn't just fail yourself for the umpteenth time but you failed me, the guy you willingly sought out and asked to be your tag team partner. I stood on the outside after our match and I wasn't dumbfounded at the result, no, not at all, I was thoroughly disappointed that you completely shit the bed. You had good intentions from the get-go, but you would think that you would at least try if not for yourself, for Darkane, but you didn't, you barely lifted a finger. We were supposed to tear through the tag team tournament like no tomorrow, but you dropped the ball big time and as a result, we lost to a pair of testicles with legs. We lost to We Are The Bollocks, who somehow squeaked into the finals only to be slain by a couple of fire-breathing cunts who had their crosshairs set from the start. Your performance was unacceptable to me Stark, it really was and I kept my lid shut for so long because I knew there would be a time and a place that I could exact revenge. Well, look no further than The Shrine. It's been months since I had the opportunity to slap those baked slits off of your eyes and there would be nothing more satisfying to me than ripping the charred lungs out of your throat and throwing them into the crowd like a fucking nerf ball. I don't have many regrets, but teaming with you is one of them, I should have known, I should have expected your half-assed effort but I had tag team gold on the mind, I wanted to win that Grand Prix tournament bad, apparently you didn't, but that's the story of your life isn't it Stark? You're a fucking roll of the dice everytime you step in the ring and opposing wrestlers know that. I guess on one hand that makes you unpredictable, so I suppose you have that going for you but on the other hand, it makes you about as reliable as tits on a fish. Why do you do this to yourself Stark? Do you want to be known at the end of your career as essentially the Eli Manning of EAW? Consistently inconsistent? Sure, you've gotten a few accolades accredited to your name along the way but you also have numerous and downright brutal fuck ups staining your legacy. You're a constant see-saw and that's what you'll always be viewed as in EAW as far as I'm concerned.

And don't bring up your current resurrection tour as a reason to believe that you're trending upwards, nobody is buying it. Congratulations Stark, you have an Openweight Championship shot in your near future but we all know how that's going to end. You'll either A.) Make anybody who is gullible or stupid enough believe that you're going to walk out of King of Elite with the title or B.) You'll actually win the title and then subsequently do what you always do: Let everyone down. Just like your historic for all the wrong reasons National Elite Championship reign that completely floundered and fell flat on its face. Remember how you were hellbent on winning that championship? How you would do absolutely anything to obtain it? You were borderline obsessed with it. Prior to Pain for Pride X the National Elite Championship alluded you like a thief in the night, but then finally after all the build-up and all of the hype, your stick-to-itiveness paid off and you actually won the fucking thing, but that was your end game wasn't it? Once you won it, you were like: Well that's that, mission accomplished, I'm not going to cherish my championship now and count my blessings, I won it and that's all that matters. Defending it? What on earth does that mean? I'm the champion, it's all about me! Me, me, me. Yeah, Stark, it's all about you, you, you isn't it? If you manage to win the Openweight Championship, what will be the determining factor that knocks the wind out of your sails this time? Will it be the same complacency that you showed when you held the National Elite Championship which eventually dropped you in shit's creek? Or will it be something brand spanking new? Something out of left field that leaves everybody at a loss for words but not surprised when it is right in line with your levels of inadequacy. I'll tell you what it'll be: Nothing. You can't afford to look silly again, you've had so many fucking chances to take the reigns and skyrocket past all of the naysayers but if your potential Openweight Championship reign mirrors your National Elite Championship reign then all faith in you will die on the spot, not that there's much in you to begin with anyway. Nobody will take you seriously anymore, you're on thin ice as it is. I gave you the benefit of the doubt when we formed Starkane, but when The Shrine rolls around, I'm not going to be buddy buddy with you, I'm not going to forgive you if you try to apologize or try to beg for forgiveness. Nah, you, my foe, will be smack dab in the middle of no man's land with nowhere else to go, nobody to blame, no excuses to pull out of a hat, it'll just be you versus me and truth be told I wouldn't have it any other way. Your ass is mine for the taking Stark and I've waited far too long for this moment to fly by.

Let me just say that you're lucky that this is a house show, you're lucky that only thousands, as opposed to millions, will witness what is about to transpire, I'm not looking for this to be a fun for-the-hell-of-it shindig where everybody is simply there to have a good time. The fans are going to get what they paid for and then some, but they might hit the exits early for it will be raining blood in that ring, it will be such a gruesome scene that even people with steel stomachs and who aren't usually squeamish will give in and say to themselves that "this is too much for me" and head for the hills. My advice? Do what you do best, throw all of the painkillers that you can find down your throat while you're able, or better yet, drive a dirty needle into your arm of which you found while rummaging through a dumpster outside of a retirement community full of so many soiled diapers that it makes the cover baby on the Pampers box weep. Use that dirty needle and inject some fentanyl into your bloodstream, do whatever you can to numb the inevitable pain. I'm not going to just incapacitate you, I'm going to humiliate you and deservedly so, it's the least I could do for you. I'm going to make you see me, perhaps for the first time ever, in a negative light to the point where you'll ask yourself: What in this world possessed me to choose this psycho to be my partner? He's off the rails. You're damn right Stark. I'm off the rails and I'm coming straight for you, I'm a runaway fucking train and I have been for months just ask all of the fellow superstars who have crumbled in my wake. Come to think of it, I remember several months back you told me that your goal in life was to achieve balance and that you didn't want to be too high or too low. Well, I got some news for you and you probably won't like it: you're going to have to discover new lows if you want to survive and leave relatively unscathed. You're going to have to summon whatever dastardly deeds you can think of and throw everything, including the kitchen sink at me in order to walk out on your own two feet. Remember, we're not a tag team anymore Stark, playtime as you know it is over and the truth is, I rather choke on my own vomit after a few rounds at a local tavern than be your partner, hell, I rather be forced to french kiss my own feces and pick the corn out of my shit with the tip of my tongue than tag your hand ever again, no matter the circumstance. You can't let somebody down and expect nothing to happen. You can't expect to walk away free forever without paying your debt. It doesn't work that way, but that's you Stark; out of sight, out of mind and at the end of The Shrine you'll be out of time.

Because nobody has any more tolerance left for your bullshit.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 28th 2017, 12:20 am by **Devan Dubian**

It is always amusing to draw contrasts between two completely different lads.

Whereas I have yanked on for a completely moderate year by my standards, there stands Finnegan bloody Wakefield rejoicing about his perfectly competent year by his standards. These standards differ by the amount of experience and mileage a competitor has forsaken for this company so whilst a certain someone might be in a hitch of not being named the top contender for next up, another certain individual might find it more demeaning to not be in the talks for the elitist of the year. That is not to say that I have done anything of the sort to deserve such recognition but rather how different mindsets can be of two competitors sharing the same ring. Then you categorize all those perfections and flaws, infuse it into a bubble and then jab it all out at some kind of competition named The Shrine where anything goes. In all the years I have been here, there has never been a freer platform for the masses to lay all our cards on the table. This allows us to go out of our restricted ceilings and possibly produce a result that will do either one of two things if not both; make our names a commonwealth against renowned competitors and also give us the opportunity to head into a new year with unyielding momentum. The way I see it, we both have something to gain from this match-up but your rewards are incomparably richer than mine. Usually that inspires some kind of a lackluster attitude from most elitists in my position but do not be a twit and let your guard down, Finnegan Wakefield. I tend to brand most new colts as dolts who will say or do anything they can to get on top but I have already acquired a bit of respect for you and the way you go about your affairs so do not do anything foolish to tarnish that image I have created for you. I want you to recognize the distance between you and I and then come at me with all your might instead of making pitiful disguises like coming for my career or finishing me where we stand. You will have a much better of actually putting up a good fight if you let aside all the bullshit and face this head on. After all, you have absolutely nothing to lose here. No one is cutting your legs out from under you this time around, it is just two fellow countrymen from two different timelines going against one another in an exhibition that is bound to create memories for all those who wanted us paired together. We will go about our own ways after this is all done and over so we might as well go about this as if it this was perhaps the culmination of a civil war that lasted for months. And recurrent with this current year where nothing has made any sense, we will be the perfect headliner for it. So take my advice, take your mask off for just one day and see a man rise from his ashes one more time to give you perhaps the most captivating encounter of your lifetime.

That is not to say that I will make this situation comfortable for you. After all, there is the case of my character too. And when I have prided most of my career in making my opponents extremely uncomfortable in their positions whilst in awe at my flexibility, I will have no trouble doing that to you as well. There was a point in my career where I could make the mass jump off their chair through the air but now it is all psyche and technical, something I have noticed that you too are an adherent of. Whereas it took me a couple of years to get used to these mechanics to overwhelm my opponents, it seems you have been doing it right from the start. For that, I commend you but at the end of the day; there is no living mate who can instruct better than experience itself. And that is where you have to fold your cards. You can project yourself in these positions whilst you train all you want but there is no curve more intense than when you are in the actual fight yourself. That patience you pride yourself on so much can only be contained so much and with the weight of being a champion character, there is no doubt in my mind that you will crack. And in promoting the stigma that you are willing to go to any length to put me down, you are acknowledging that there is doubt. And this doubt will eventually formulate into arrogance in the ring and ultimately your defeat. Whilst I respect the matter of fact that you are willing to recognize all the differences between us and also commended at the same time that you would be willing to go the extra inch to get the upper hand of me, you are digging yourself in a hole that might be even too deep to get out of The Shrine and might carry with you for the rest of the year. Do not turn a certain double positive result for yourself into a negative one with underwhelming effects for the future by taking a foolish step when one is not necessary whatsoever. There is an existing desire for this match because of all it promotes, instead of ruining it with your hesitation, try to live up to the moment. But my God, if you take a single misstep at any point through this whole venture, I will not be one to hesitate in putting you down for good. A man may pick up and lose many of his instincts over time but the natural instincts to wipe out the enemy regardless of the position will never disappear. And through it all, it is exactly what I expect to happen by the end of the match.

The irony will end up speaking for itself when the undisciplined will eventually end up tripping to the experienced. And by now, I think you realize who is who, Finnegan Wakefield. It is most becoming of me by this point to just walk out victorious.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 27th 2017, 10:21 pm by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 90: 2018

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"I reminisce on the year that 2017 was for yours truly, and with it, I find a great fondness of the progression that has been made. I look back at my humble beginnings as a promising young fledgeling with an albeit brief stint as a member of the Knights of the Dawning and I see the leaps and bounds I have made since. I look back at my long treacherous path towards the New Breed Championship and all the frustration and teeth-grinding moments throughout and I see how worth it they were. And then I see how I am closing this year out. With the critically beloved We Are The Bollocks tag team with my good ladito El Ironico as Tag Team Grand Prix finalists for 2017. And coming off the heels of a stellar Triple Threat match at the Christmas Eve Voltage special, I have cemented my status as the EAW New Breed Champion heading into 2018. With it, I hold a great sense of pride. Not many would agree with me I am sure, but I believe this feat has also cemented that 2018 will be another year where the career of Finnegan Wakefield will continue to rise in the ranks. I have thus far carried this torch high and proudly as a beacon to carry this companies future to the promised lands, leading this ideology that a strong work ethic can and will vanquish any naysayer or egomaniac that dares to defy. Lars Grier won an award that essentially proclaimed him to be the next big thing for 2018. That is all fine and dandy, but a simple popularity contest won’t cement that claim. Week in and week out, I am working my way to being the next big rising star for 2018, and I don’t need any awards to prove that. What I hold is justification enough. With the 2017 that I have had, who can argue that Finnegan Wakefield can’t adapt to be something much more by the time 2018 comes around? No one. And even if they do I will prove them wrong like everybody else. But there is always that one blemish, isn’t there? That one blemish that sticks out in the fond memories you hold. That small detail that holds great weight on your mind. In 2017, there has been one blemish that has kept me up some nights. And that is the quality of the opponents I have bested throughout the year. I have beaten some real promising talent on the rise in EAW, that is nothing to be ashamed of by any means. But that is proclaiming kingship over a nation much too small to rival the armies of greater nations. It is against the top tier athletes, the upper echelon, the true elites of EAW that I find myself at the mercy of. I have faced some real quality elitists in the forms of Cameron Ella Ava, The Heart Break Gal, Tarah Nova, Jamie O’Hara, before he was fired TLA, Diamond Cage and Scott Oasis. And each time despite my best efforts I have been knees in the dirt. That bothers me. No, that vexes me. I hate knowing that I still have a limit to my potential. I hate the idea that I can’t beat the best of this company. The only former world champion I have ever beaten is one of 2017s most notorious firings, and even then I pinned his wife to do so. Existence still pending. That’s hardly a means to be called a bragging right. Point being, I hate that when it comes to Finnegan Wakefield versus any established EAW main eventer, Finnegan Wakefield in the dirt is the foregone conclusion, and my 2017 track record supports that idea. That is a glass ceiling I intend to break in 2018. And if I am going into 2018 with any claim to support that becoming a reality, I have one chance to prove that point before 2017 comes to a close.

The Shrine presents a unique opportunity. An event where elitists old and new raise their hands and volunteer for one more match to ultimately culminate their year. I was one of those volunteers, in an attempt to keep the forward momentum of the New Breed Champion strong. What I thought I was signing up for was to be a spot in one of these marketed multi-person dream team matches that we would probably never see otherwise. As nice as it would have been, the name that I saw opposing me on the dossier was one that ultimately peaked my interest. I felt curious as to why I was put in such a match, and when discussing it with the event coordinators they made it very clear as to why. EAW Management wanted to test a theory, and in turn, they presented me an opportunity to put the remaining woes of my 2017 to rest. The theory they wanted to test was how well would this young upstart fair against an established veteran of the sport? How would the New Breed Champion showcase himself against a Hall of Famer? How would Finnegan Wakefield prove his worth against Devan Dubian? That’s all the reason I needed, accepted with a handshake and a smile on my face. I am not ignorant to the caliber of opponent that Devan Dubian is; one of the all-time greats of EAW. All the more reason to try my hand at triumph. Triumph in this match would change the perception of the New Breed Championship worth and the man holding it. I’ll do whatever it takes, go to whatever limits I have to and surpass whatever limits presented to me to make that happen. If it means I have to put everything on the line against a Hall of Famer, so be it, I accept the challenge. I will best the former Prince Amazing to become the new Prince of Elite Answers Wrestling. I have all the motivation in the world to walk into the Shrine with the intention of winning, and I plan on walking out with the biggest singles victory of my career thus far to send of the year. Dubian, a motivated man can fulfil such promises, especially if his name is Finnegan bloody Wakefield."

Re: EAW Promoz! December 27th 2017, 3:46 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

I.

Robbie V and The Heart Break Gal vs. Jamie O’Hara and Cameron Ella Ava.

To most, it would seem like a dream tag team match. A tag team match which seems to be brought to life by fantasy booking. To me, it’s the tag team match I never thought I’d want to be a part of. Just a week before, I participate in what would be the most important match since my World Heavyweight Championship Match, I decide to ignore the possibilities of King of Elite from my mind for a moment and focus on this supposed fun, but competitive match. The one thing I love as much as my other half is winning. The spirit of competition pumps through my veins and it will refuse to be ignored approaching this match at The Shrine. The same goes for Jamie as he would hate to end his year with a loss. A perfect record of not being pinned shattered by a Ravensbeak, the exact same move I would fall victim to a week later. A beautiful and monumental moment ended with glass stabbed on my back. The visions of being speared through the glass raven have been played like a broken recording through my mind. Do I regret taking that spear? Do I regret putting myself in harms way to save the man I love?

No, I do not.

Would Jamie have done the same for me?

No.

He wouldn’t have let me get in the way of danger, period. He wouldn’t have let me be in the crosshairs of a monster like Lars Grier. He would have kept me out of harm's way. He would have protected me. Even though he knows that I am a woman fully capable of taking care of myself, he protects. He stands in front of me as he looks death in the eye so I wouldn’t be able too. If that is not love, then I don’t know what love is at all. That is something that Robbie V or The Heart Break Gal fail to comprehend. They will go and try to persuade everyone that they are the better team. They will go on about how they’re always in sync even without the art of communication, but they do not have the connection that Jamie and I have with one another. No, not the connection relationship wise, but the connection of being able to understand what the other one is going through. From title matches to title defenses to everything in between, we are able to relate to one another about our constant struggles. We are able to relate to one another when it comes to our hopes and dreams. It’s not always about having a full understanding of someone inside the wrestling ring, but outside of it as well. That is something that our opponents need to understand.

Finally, we meet, Robbie V. All I wonder is what took so fucking long? I would have thought since 2012, we would have crossed paths at least once more. Even with you bound to a wheelchair for three years, I thought I would have seen you in your emotionless state. The thought of being stuck to a wheelchair for a long time must have drove you to the brink of insanity. There must have been occasions where you wanted to rise up from the wheelchair and become the man you once were before your first Battle of The Gods match at Pain for Pride 7. For three years, I awaited the moment where you would rise out of your chair and give your delinquent of a son a piece of your mind. It happened at King of Elite. It could not happen in the most perfect occasion. There, you spotted your best friend and fellow partner, Brian Daniels on his knees, trying to fight back. Seeing your struggling partner almost being defeated by your son must have been your Bat signal. With your son holding the barbed wire bat, you shocked the world by preventing the continuation of that assault. You snatched that bat from his hand. Thus, marking the beginning of what could be a beautiful comeback story.

However, it was not so beautiful.

Most people like myself wanted you to regain that throne that Mr. DEDEDE threw you out of. They had high hopes of Robbie V climbing to the top of the company he once ruled. What you failed to realize was that in three years, EAW had transformed to a completely different place. The moment you walked back into the locker room, you began to notice all the new faces walking up to you and shaking your hand. This was beyond different from all the smiling faces you knew from three years ago. People were excited to see you back on your feet. You probably had a bunch of guys and girls asking to face you down the line. It was such an honor to be in front of GOAT such as yourself! Those same people, along with the EAW Universe were disappointed to see that the great Robbie V was only a shell of his former self. You haven’t wrestled in three years! He’s dealing with ringrust! All these people on those social media platforms came to your defense like it mattered. Your match with Jaywalker was a completely different story. This should have been a match you won! This should have been you getting that victory over your formal rival and instead, you spend the first part of the match on the ground and becoming his bitch? I decided to give the match a chance. I thought you would make the heroic comeback and get the win somehow, but instead, Jaywalker won. No, Jaywalker dominated you and I was disappointed. Then, there was your match with your son, Ares. This should have been the wonderful opportunity to give Ares the discipline that you sadly did not give him as a child. You fought as well as you could, but once again, I was disappointed when Ares got a victory over you. You spend three years being verbally and at times, physically abused by your own flesh and blood and you couldn’t muster up the strength to fight back and win? Then, there was your last match against your best friend, Brian Daniels. I admit, I was impressed by your and Brian’s performance in the match. I thought it was a Match of the Year candidate the moment the match was over. I thought you put on the best performance of your career. The part of me that wonders was my question in the beginning of this exchange to you: what took so fucking long? Why could you not have put on a stellar performance against Jaywalker or Ares? By all this talk of praise about you, I am not going to argue and say that you don’t have it anymore. Nope, I fully believe that you still have it, but it’s not enough. It’s not going to be enough to stand against someone from this “new era” and it’s not going to be enough when it comes to facing Jamie and I. For once since Pain for Pride, I want the real Robbie V to come in this match. I don’t want to face some easily beaten old man. I want to face a God. I want to face a legend. If that is too much for me to ask, then you might want to let HBG take the reigns in this match.

Speaking of HBG, there is no beef between her and I. We are both Goddesses. We are both Di Consentes. We have made history together and as individuals. In 2018, we will continue our quest to be champions and gather more accomplishments to add to our resumes. HBG will continue to reign as EAW Champion and I will march into King of Elite and become the second ever Openweight Champion and eventually the World Heavyweight Champion. When it comes to our Tag Team Championship opportunities, well...you all will have to wait until 2018 to figure out that, but we are fully aware our title match and it will happen one way or another. I think Jack Ripley and David Davidson are anticipating the moment to happen. I am anticipating for the moment to happen. I know you are as well, but I am fully aware of your EAW Championship duties such as... getting your championship back? Come on, girl. You’re going to let Tiberius Jones steal your championship? You’re going to let that piece of trash take the one thing that proves you that you’re the one who dethroned the 2017 King of Elite’s title reign? It wasn’t Theron Nikolas, Diamond Cage, Rex McAllister or Prince of Phenomenal. It was HB fucking G. It was the one woman who has made Showdown her bitch the moment she returned to the brand. Instead of holding that belt to your might, you’re belittling yourself to a dumb cat and mouse game over a man who is constantly overshadowed by all of his opponents? He was overshadowed by that garbage Drake Jaeger in Drake and Jones. He was overshadowed by Theron Nikolas in the King’s Court and he was overshadowed by you in this entire rivalry. No one was giving a damn about his boring ass title reign. People were talking about if The Heart Break Gal will finally capture the big one and destroy the fucking glass ceiling that had been above our heads for a decade. As your broke that ceiling, I just want you to remember the women like myself, Aria Jaxon, Kendra Shamez and Cleopatra who spent years cracking the stupid thing for you to deliver the final blow and break it. We all played a part for you to make it to this stage of your career. I say that with no disrespect because I really respect you after the occasions where we beat the hell out of each other. I’ve grown to respect not only the performer inside the wrestling ring, but the woman outside of it. The Shrine will not change my perspective of you. I respect you. I respect Robbie V, but there will always be the competitive side looming above my head that wants to win as I know that you will do everything to represent the EAW Championship. We are representing women despite us not giving a damn what those Empire bitches think of us. Robbie V is representing everyone who believes that he may not have it in him to win. Jamie is representing the newer era who can survive and make something out of themselves in this competitive company. As we clash in this main event, I want to be a prime example of how anything is possible.

In this clash between the pairings, which pair will win? The one pair specially made for The Shrine main event? Or the one pair who has proven that connection comes a long way? There is nothing that I will love more than to end 2017 with a victory. Walking into 2018 will prove to be a giant task for me. I am walking into one of the biggest opportunities in my entire career. I hope Stark and Sheridan are watching this match with open eyes because this won’t be half of what they should be expecting from me at King of Elite.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 26th 2017, 7:15 pm by **The Revenant**

The Dreadknight Part 26.5:

“The Shrine”

“Every single time I step into this ring, my faith in the people of the combat sports industry just soars…..obvious sarcasm of course. All three of these men are truly staples of the roster right now….and so it’d be unfair to only focus on one or two. So how about I go and pick apart all three, starting from quality and working down……”.

“Reginald, Dampshaw, The Third. You know Dampshaw you’re actually on my personal bucket list of people to have matches with. Now unlike many who come to get gold, or to win big, I’ve come for a specific mission, so admitting I had an opponent I wanted to be matched up with is odd. Comparatively to the other 2 damned fucks we’re locked in this ring with, you’ve show you actually have merit, and a good work ethic to you…… However don’t thing for a second that I’m going to let you out of here with the win. Like it or not, ‘My Lord’, I may not be Shackleford, but I sure as shit pushed the man to his limits. Go ahead, rewatch the tape of me ground and pounding him at Frontline so hard, his face was bleeding from 5 separate gashes. Or how about when I choked out Ryo Nakahara, or beat the ‘New Main Event’ back into obscurity. Out of all three of them, you’re the finest when it comes to you as a person, and your values, but it;ll mean zilch when we size up on Saturday”.

“Maddox….Aryes…...The First. My god you really take a compliment someone gies you and shove it right back into their eyes. Kid I said you were one of the best on NEO, how about you take a deep breath and quit while you’re ahead, before your arrogant little attitude gets your teeth kicked out. Main Roster? Really? Kid you’re from the same mold many failures have been made out of: Osamu Arcichida, Steve “The Failed Franchise” Sanders, all of whom claimed, right out of the gates, they were main event material, they were destined for this type of greatness. And what? Huh? You’re record’s far more sloppier than mine was, and still is, where I was at your point in your career, and you claim because the higher ups spoonfed you some cheap opportunities, you’re the best, the cream of the crop, and to top it all off, the best argument you’ve made was that I was Dyslexic”.

“Jesus, you’re a piece of work. You’ve got some of the finest in ring work, and some okay mic skills, but it won’t save you from me Ayres. I’ve been backtracking to what really made me soar here before, putting up, or shutting up. You might love to threaten me, say ‘I could talk about your career’, what? How I’ve Won more matches than I’ve lost, unlike yourself. Yeah, it hasn’t been pretty, such is combat sports, and such is the mission I’m on. I could’ve very well branded myself like you. I could’ve come in here, put on a fake face, and strolled on in here as cocky as Steve Sanders. But instead I chose a better path. So how about I bring my ‘Crusade’ to The Shrine as well. Maddox Ayres you’re a cocky, arrogant, and all around destructive little shit, and sadly due to all the spoon feeding by Lioncross and the GMs, you haven't been properly baptized…. So let me give you the same weathering I recieved here in my time in NEO, how about I crush your little power trip and knock you back to size, and I make you the one I pin in the center of the ring. Maybe after that you’ll shape up to be a decent competitor, but before that, you’re a punching bag who I’ll have no, fucking, problem with beating the tar out of…..”.

“And last…..but certainly not least…...the infamous Ryan Wilson. I’ve never actually met you face to face Wilson, genuinely. But my oh my have I heard of you. The EAW Feed Spammer, the bane of Lars Grier’s existence, the person who trolls, annoys, insults, and bullshits, and somehow he’s able to squeeze away with his bright spandex intact. I won’t lie, I’m enjoying this matchup Wilson, mostly because you really need someone to knock you down to size. I’m sure you head that before, Lars Grier, Finn Wakefield, Alex Reynolds, hell maybe even Azreal, god knows what kind of shit happened backstage…..”.

“But the problem is, none of them have managed, for some reason or another. Lars DQed, Finn doesn't want to dirty his New Breed Belt, and Azreal has faded into the mist. Except me. Ryan I have an appetite for devouring shitheads like you, whether it’s due to your attitude, or mostly because I’ve gotten 300+ messages on my feed per day due to your tagging, I feel I’m going to EAW a favor. Your ignorant to anything anyone says, and that will be your downfall, you're so pathetic you drink in a fucking DQ Victory, and maybe that cheap shit morph suit is to hide all the burn wounds you receive on social media by much superior competitors, so you can go ahead, post your outdated white text memes, and act like hot shit all day”.

“But I’m not gonna lie, unlike Maddox, who I’m planning on beating his head in for the sheer gratification of making a point, you, I’m mostly ripping your ACL out for my own personal entertainment. Sick? Twisted? Oh no yeah I’m fully aware, but then again I never claimed to be a good person, just a very angry one who’s here to make a point and clean shit up. Starting with You and Ayres, and sadly due to your imbecility of begging the bookers to put you on the show, Dampshaw is being dragged into the fray. But then again, I’m sure you two will be too deep in comatose to feel any guilt…”.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 26th 2017, 6:07 pm by **Sheri-dun**

Shrine 01

'' You are the causation for my downfall. The antecedent of the incompleteness and constant strife that now circulates my name. Before our paths crossed I was a universally acknowledged superstar, a once in a lifetime athlete, a phenomenon that was indescribable. Listening to your nonsensical, mythological rantings, justifying that they were simple fabrications, and then losing to you inside of the wrestling ring, ignited the anguish that tore through my world, and the firestorm that precedented my eventual firing from Elite Answers Wrestling, as well as the desolation of my beautiful lifestyle. How the wasteland that falls below our mountains has changed since the last occurrence, now we both lack the championships that engineered the meaning of our initial battle, perished from the clouds that generate this heaven for people like us, as the crevice below opens, and reaches for us. I used to hold myself above people like you, and now I wish to stoop to your level, before burrowing so much more deeper and swallowing the personification of your breath. Yes, I would be foolish to believe you are the sole reason for my downfall, my plummet from grace, the reason that my name no longer basks under the spotlight, and instead would be lucky to be credited at the end of the scene, and I must admit my naivety an innocence to the true wrath of this word holds an amount of damage that cannot be repaired, but my story would be fallacious and without completion, if not for you. For now, I am the most despised individual currently under contract within this promotion, a woman scorned and incinerated, and yet holds the role of the villainess under the belief of the general population. How could this be, I ask, that I am the one with justification, and a thirst for retribution, and yet the world around me cries for my removal, begs for my downfall to transpire once more, when I am barely touching the process of establishing my name to this world once more. This is where my need for vengeance coruscates, it rips through the floorboards, bleeds from my wrists and surrounds me until my very essence brings screams of glorification to the throats of those who dare gaze at my superiority. Political imperialism turned me into this, and as much as you shall fail to admit it, you hold as much a part in her materialisation as the likes of Tarah Nova do, names such as Mr. DEDEDE and Cailin Dillon. You all hold different materials, which mix and divulge and ultimately form a concoction, a perception that I cannot acknowledge without feeling utter fury, and a passion for revenge. You pride yourself on being the antithesis of what they wish you to be, and yet you obey at their every call, and fall under the restraints of authority, like a sheep, stopping at the moment the light turns red, submitting yourself to their pleasure, it is why you're a former world champion, it is why you're valued, and given a spotlight constantly, juxtaposed to the truth. There is a reason I have not had a championship shot in over a year, a reason that my name is held under the water, attempted assassinations and extraditions surround the very thought of me, so much to the point that reality is suppressed and my voice is strangled. The reality some thrive in, is orchestrated with bloodstained gloves. Those who obey, smile, and behave like the sheep that they are, are rewarded, appreciated and transcended, given constant approval and praise, their names transfixed with positivity. They are terrified of what they cannot control, and I am the prime suspect when considering such. I realised the sickness when she found me, after I had been removed from the wrestling business, left in irrelevancy, in the cold. Some would argue that I made a deal with the demoness, yet I simply did what was necessary to stimulate frozen muscles, fuel a revolution and arouse once more a fire that had been extinguished within me. I see this world differently than most, they focus on the average and declare it as superior, whilst I attempt to further improve and instil, and holding this different perspective brings me closer to the freedom from this constant, miserable burning that fills my system and explores my body. It's not about wrestling, it is about what they do to our emotions, our hearts, these authority figures hold our pulse within their fingertips, and can squeeze and make most dance whenever they wish, purely to amuse their time and stroke their ego. But not me. I am a human, with dignity, with autonomy, they want to hurt and destroy me so badly for they are envious of what I have, people die by the thousands, every single day, attempting to salvage some of this humanity that they have lost to those in suits. What makes me special, what makes me different, is that I am awake, and they are asleep, I realise the world, whilst they explore a fantasy, they are so desperate to eliminate me from their world, as they know I am correct, and soon they will come to the inevitable, and they will have to wake up, and realise what they have done, acknowledge themselves in a way that I have long ago, and they will not survive. They were so close to succeeding, Ares. Truthfully, I was in a place where I considered ending my own suffering, purely to end their pleasure, to remove a smirk that illustrated on the face of authority, to let them have their win and to return to the torture they enforce in this promotion. I am no longer efficient, and I shall not be the better person coming into this match. Those who contributed to my downfall, I shall step on their carcasses as I incinerate their perfect world, and construct the foundations of utter hell, where I shall thrive and they shall dance. The Last Vixen is scorned, left behind for a revolution that I instilled and founded, there would be no such thing as Empire, or the Women's World Championship, if not for me, and history may not attribute these successes to me at this moment, much preferring to appreciate women who aren't even with this company anymore, but regardless, I shall burn my name into each book, bring the black and white against the heat of colour, and I shall claim victory. To me, this is not simply a match, it is something so much more, it intensifies this feeling of retribution that I wish to carry out in the most sadistic of ways. I shall deliver a massacre to the golden boy of their world, and crush his skull whilst justifying all I have said. For conflagration shall not cease, vengeance shall not be restored, until I am the ruler of my world, a world without strife and incompleteness, and if I have to vanquish a man with similar ideals to attain my own ambitions, then so be it. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! December 26th 2017, 4:26 am by **Maddox Ayres**

The Shrine

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A resolution is a firm decision to do or not to do something or the action of solving a problem, dispute, or contentious matter. When every new year comes around, millions and millions of people are hell bent on setting these New Year's Resolutions for the next year, hoping to better what went wrong the year before. Every year, the majority of those resolutions are never accomplished. Some people set resolutions that take almost the whole year to accomplish, some people set resolutions that take just a couple days. There’s a difference between those two types of people and it’s a pretty big difference. The ones that set tougher resolutions are usually the ones who dream big, that see the world in their hands, that never want to settle for something small. The ones that set easier resolutions are usually the ones who don’t see big things for themselves, who lost hope the past year, and who probably will settle for what they get, even when it’s not making them happy. There comes a time when you can’t just settle for mediocrity. When that time comes, push for more. Work for what you want. Don’t just set your New Years Resolution and continue on with the new year just as you were when you ended the last. You’ll be surprised what you can achieve when you set your mind to it and follow through.

I have one last step before the New Year.

I joined Elite Answers Wrestling in early November of this year. I haven’t been around this company long enough to say that my year is going to have a complete turnaround, or that I’m going to continue my dominance, or whatever the rest of the EAW Roster can say. In my time being here, I’ve won two matches, lost two, and one ended in a double count out. Five matches into my EAW career and it’s almost the new year. It’s a surreal feeling. I would say that I’m about to start a new chapter, but I’m just continuing what I’ve started, just bettering myself along the way. I don’t need a fresh start, I don’t need to rebuild myself, I’m happy with who I am and what I’ve accomplished since joining. I got chosen to represent NEO at the Awards Show against Theron Nikolas. I main evented in my second ever match. I fought with the New Breed Champion, Finnegan Wakefield, to a double count out. Yeah, I do wish some of the outcomes were a little different, but they’re molding me to be the Elitist I am today and to be the Elitist I will be in the future. Every outcome - win lose, or draw - has a subliminal message on how to improve. There’s always one little thing that holds you back, that gives your opponent an edge, or that just makes it to where you just aren’t ready in that moment. You can never let an outcome bring you down, no matter how bad it is. When I lost to Charlie Marr, I almost lost my mind. I had him right where I wanted, and yes, he outsmarted me. I should’ve seen him put his arm over Osamu and I should’ve seen the ref counting. If I could go back, I would change the outcome of that, but it’s set in stone. When I lost to Theron Nikolas, I was pretty upset. I tried to hide it as best as I could, but it’s time to be honest. I honestly believe that I had him and that I was going to win. He pulled through without cheating and I respect that. When Finnegan and I fought to a double countout, I wish I had taken him back into the ring and pulled off the victory against the Champion. All these thing have brought me to where I am today. Yes, I wish the outcomes were in my favor completely, but I know that I would not go back and change it at all. I’m still fresh blood around here, I’m still learning the ropes. I have my whole career ahead of me and I’m still just getting started. You can have your ‘New Year, New Me’, you can completely change who you are, but as for me?

Why change what’s not broken?

The day before New Years Eve, I volunteered to compete at The Shrine, a show that was announced for those who still wanted to participate in one last battle before the new year begins. Soon after I signed up to be on the card, my match was announced. I’m opening the show against Ryan Wilson, The Revenant, and Reginald Dampshaw III in a Fatal Four Way Match with a Mystery Special Guest Referee. I just can’t seem to get away from these multi-person matches. Had one in my debut, two weeks after, now this one, and then my Crowned In Blood Match, which I will get to at a later date. I guess the way to prove yourself around here is beating as many Elitist’s as possible in one match. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with it, just prepares me for when promotion time comes. The thing with these multi-man matches is that you really have no idea how it’s going to go. You can be the sly one who just hangs back and waits for the right moment to strike while everyone else beats the hell out of each other, or you can be involved in the mix and put absolutely everything you can into securing the victory. These matches are always an absolute battle. I’ve already been in a couple, so I can say that and actually be able to say it. You can’t even really say that the best man or woman wins in this aspect, because even the worst competitor can walk away with a victory. Me, personally, I’m taking the proper precautions coming into this, considering these three Elitist’s I haven’t faced yet. I don’t plan on ending 2017 with a loss. I plan on ending 2017 with a huge victory and then going into Crowned In Blood to walk out with another one. On Saturday, I face three other men who seek exactly what I do.

The false duke, the uneducated, and the loser.

Let’s start with the uneducated since he was the first to speak. I would like to start this out by saying that I’ve never had a harder time listening to someone talk than I did The Revenant. Not only did he carry on sentences longer than he should’ve, but man he couldn’t even properly pronounce some of his words. Don’t get me wrong, if it’s a legit condition, I’m sorry for bringing it up, but considering where we’re at in this business, I doubt it is. Listening to you talk was like listening to a baby trying to say it’s first word. With that being said, I appreciate you respecting me and my performance thus far. Every man in this match is going to say that they’re going to win, how they are, and why they are. The difference is, who is actually going to pull their weight? You’re busy with The Wilde Boyz and your match with them at Crowned In Blood. Your tag team is your life now. Maybe that’s why it’s taking you so long to get off of NEO? You’re not giving yourself the room for growth. You’re settling for the mediocrity that is your career right now. I’m not going to take the time to dig into your entire career since you’ve been here, but based off of what I’ve seen, that’s definitely the case. I know you’ve been here two months longer than I have, but in that time, I’ve had more exposure to the main roster than you just in my first month. That’s not me bragging exactly, but giving you some fuel for improvement. I see potential in you, but you haven’t tapped into it yet. To be completely honest, I don’t see you tapping into it anytime soon, at least not with me around. Maybe at Crowned In Blood, maybe after, but not at The Shrine. I’m taking on you and two other Elitists in the final battle of 2017. You can place all your bets that I will not walk out of the ring without the victory. I’m not worried about my Crowned In Blood match right now, because before then, I have another match to worry about. You should do the same. Worrying about something that’s just less than two weeks away rather than something that’s four days away is not going to bode well for you when we step into the ring. When the dealer draws the card…

It won’t be a spade that’s drawn.

That leaves the false duke and the loser. The loser just hasn’t been having the best of time lately. Not only did he get absolutely demolished by Lang the Irascible, but he hadn’t even won a match since getting called up to Voltage. It wasn’t until this past weekend that he finally got his first win, but only by Disqualification! That doesn’t even count as a win. YOU weren’t the one that won. YOU weren’t the one to put your opponent down long enough to pin them. Someone else interfered, which gave you the win. You still haven’t won ON YOUR OWN. Coming into The Shrine against me, the wanker, and the uneducated, you have quite the work cut out for you. I’m sure you’ve had a good career and you’re just having a rough start on your new brand, but excuses are like assholes, everyone’s got one. Just like I said to The Revenant, this will NOT be your time to step up and turn things around for yourself. Your time is whenever you aren’t against me. I’m interested in hearing what you’ll have to say, just as I am with this false duke we have in the midst. I understand that maybe in your country, you are well known, or whatever. Here in America, things work pretty differently. There’s no duke here besides the College Basketball team at Duke University. We don’t really call them Duke, though. We call them Dook. Short for Dookie. So, unless you’re Dookie, I would really reconsider calling yourself that. You don’t have a throne here, there is no reign that involves you, and you definitely aren’t a King. All that you need to know is exactly what I’ve said to the others already; this is NOT your time. We all volunteered to compete on this show and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. None of us want to lose, but someone has to lose. You all just so happened to have volunteered at the wrong time. 2017 will end with one last victory under my belt before going into my first ever FPV match and beginning the new year. Dook, loser, they’re fitting names for the both of you. In just four days time, I will have won the opening match on the last show of the year.

The loser will lose and the Dookie will fall.

I WILL NOT FALL TO THE DOOKIE. I WILL NOT FALL TO A LOSER. I WILL NOT FALL TO THE UNEDUCATED. These past few weeks have opened my eyes. Losing two matches in a row, one to an imbecile, one to a man who may become the next King of Elite, and then brawling with the New Breed Champion to a double count out… all of this is my motivation to not end the year on a losing note. I walked into Showdown and stood up to Theron, next possible King of Elite. I walked into the main event of NEO and stood toe-to-toe with the New Breed Champion and kept him from winning. Both of those matches - win, lose, or draw - are my motivation. I’m not going to be on NEO much longer and soon I will be in a match with a Championship on the line. I won’t get there if I keep losing. I won’t get there if I let a Dookie, a loser, or an uneducated to walk over me. Whatever you say, whatever you do, I will come back with much more than you can handle. If you don’t know my name, you will know it quite well soon.

I will not fall.

I will prevail.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 26th 2017, 2:04 am by **The Revenant**

The Dreadknight 25.5:

“The Shrine”

“Well I think this moment, for me at least, has been a quarter of a year in the making. By that, I mean the second I walked into NEO. The second I signed that developmental deal, the second my boots hit that ramp, I pointed to that titantron and said change was coming……”.

“I’ve fought in over ten weekly consecutive bouts, nearly broke into the main roster in, what? My sixth? And even as the Dead Spades stable is on an unrelenting warpath towards Crowned in Blood, january of next year, next month, I’ve still been offered a relatively special arrangement: Competing on a Main Roster event, in a fatal fourway against Dampshaw, Wilson, and Ayres. Now after I lost at Frontline, many of my critics, some of which are on that roster, red, blue, yellow, pink, it doesn't matter, what does matter is even after I showed the brutality, the ethic, the skill in the ring, many people still decided to doubt me”.

“How The Revenant was better off staying in NEO as a guard dog…..how I would never break onto the main roster to hunt down those who deserved it, how, even though I have a multiyear MMA career, with over 75 consecutive fights, people still doubt my ability to compete. But here I am, after clawing my way out of a horrid slump, continuing to win again, and again each week, I’ve been seen as worthy enough to compete amongst other elitists who’ve made it to the next level, and even one of the best in NEO today……”.

“My mission in EAW is to balance the scales, to right the wrongs, to be the pure, violent ‘Justice Avenger’ as I’ve been deemed, when many higher ups are too scared to be a man, and fire the corrupt son of a bitch, who betrays his friend, and possibly kills and unborn child. And also at my core, I am a 2 time Heavyweight MMA Champion, a fighter, competitor, whose shown he can still compete in any cage, any ring, and any stadium”.

“And so, at the end of 2017, I’m being penned in to enter the ring against 3 of the best future talents of EAW. 3 of which, I expect to hold a title soon, if not, well within ‘Season 12’. However even as I expect these three men to succeed, and their careers to flourish, do not mistake my praise for weakness. I respect Dampshaw for his proficiency in the ring, his ethic, and values, I respect Maddox for becoming one of the bets rising talents, and unlike others, doing it the right way, and I don’t truly hate Ryan Wilson, even if he is a damn fool, dressed in a neon skin suit. However, even as much as I respect these men, they will not win come the 30th”.

“The fact of the matter is: ever fight, ever loss, ever drop of blood, sweat, and every, single, step, that I’ve taken on this road, has lead to where we are now. I’ve found that in order to break into that next level….. in order to beat the Wilde Boyz, to co lead Dead Spades to victory, to chase the scum that is Shackleford up to the main roster, and bury him, and all the others who deserve justice reckoning, I’m going to need to prove to those commissioners, managers, and other corporate hacks, that they need me, on their roster, in order to replace the corrupt gimmicks they employ”.

“And how do I show them? By paving the road into 2018, with blood, and fire. Crowned in Blood, will be the baptism, and subsequent death of the Wilde Boyz, when I tear them apart in france. And as for our bout at The Shrine, I think I’ll have fun tossing Ryan Wilson’s sorry ass around the ring, right before I show Dampshaw and Maddox, exactly just why I was picked for this match, and why, I’m currently one of the best performers on NEO today….”.

“Get ready for a happy new year, because the kick off party for 2018 isn’t some over hyped match between the god himself DeDeDe and his pet project, nor is it even that clash of titans between Cage and Oasis, it’s really 4 of the best, of this company’s future, throwing down “.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 25th 2017, 10:43 pm by **Mr. DEDEDE**

The idea that energy is controlled by the intentions of the source, and that thoughts manifest themselves into real life outcomes.

The theory that negative outcomes are influenced by negative energy, and in the root of it all, success - regardless of it's degree - is manifest from positive energy.

This sums up the law of attraction. A belief system that was beat into my head since I was a child, and one that's gotten me through my whole career.

This belief stems from various universal truths. Negatives and positives are intrensic in every minor building block of life, woven into the fabric of reality. Reality itself is based upon negatives and positives - polar opposites. One force exists to counteract the other, they exist in spite of each other yet cannot exist without each other. This creates the balance needed for life to exist in the way that it does. So certainly negativity and positivity exists in the form of the energy we put out into the world, right?

That's a rhetorical question, completely up for your interpretation. But I've believed in this way of living called the law of attraction for the majority of my adult life, and so have so many other successful individuals. It's hard to accept the possibility that maybe it's all just a coincidence, when you've made an entire career and living off of the principles of supreme confidence. Verbalizing your beliefs and writing it on your drawing board each and every day can move mountains, mentally. But perhaps the Billionaires and CEOs of Fortune 500 companies are peddling the same lies that fitness trainers and inspirational gurus use to sell snake oil.

My entire career I've promoted the importance of controlling your own destiny. But to cling to the same belief systems and ideas all your life is to stunt your growth. When you see through the lies that keep you comfortable, and when you're willing to endure the pain that the truth may cause, you begin to understand the truth and embrace it.

I used to believe that all men were created equal, and that the difference between a commoner and an all-timer is simply the amount of hours they're willing to put toward one goal. After all, the power of will is a liberating concept. To a degree, it may still make a difference. But recently I've opened my eyes to a more unsettling realization. I've found this bitter pill that's incredibly tough to swallow - so much so, that most people will never accept it. This medicine won't reach the lips of many of those who need it the most. As millions of people dump their lifes energy into the fruitless causes they pursue, so too do many aspire to reach the absolute pinnacle of the craft they immerse themselves in, similar to the craft of being an EAW Elitist. And the lie being sold to them is that you can achieve whatever they aspire to achieve by hard work and dedication.

But what if that's all a lie?

What if you're predisposed to stumble every time you reach a certain height? What if your inefficiencies are as real of a force as gravity itself?

I'm beginning to believe this is the case for the many who walk these hallowed halls of Elite Answers Wrestling. I'm beginning to believe many of them are either fighting for a goal they will never achieve, or have given up on their biggest goals long ago.

For all I know I could be dead wrong about this. Perhaps this is your chance to look into the mind of a madman driven by an obsessive compulsive desire for success. Perhaps I'm too far removed from reality, so feel free to correct me,

But there is no reason to be in EAW if you're not here to be the absolute best.

If you're here to feed your family, start a business. If you're here to gain fame and attention, work in Hollywood. If you're here to make money, start investing. You damn sure don't come this far in the wrestling business for a fucking dollar. The only people who belong in this company are those who want to be the best in this company and in this WORLD.

Maybe that doesn't represent the culture today in EAW and maybe I'm growing old and out of touch, but that's the cloth I'm cut from. That's the mold that I've shaped my entire career out of. Let me know if I'm stuck in the past and too over the hill to understand the new narrative, but the last time I checked, everybody here wants what's best for this business, RIGHT?

Everybody here wants to be the best, RIGHT?

Is my microphone on, can you hear me?

I'll assume every single one of you are here to be great. Good. One problem, not everyone can be the greatest. And that's the dilemma of most of the people who have ever wrestled for this company, because presumably they are all here to be the best, but they know their chances of that are slim to none. In a way, the majority of Elitists are not Elitists at all. To be an "elite" is to rank in a class far above the majority. The fucking Wilde Boys are NEO 'Elitists', can you tell me a Goddamn thing Elite about them?

Aria Jaxon is in the league of Elites. Chris Elite literally has Elite in his damn name. My son Nasir and my daughter Astraea have proven, with their actions, that they belong in the conversation. It's a war for supremacy - and these aforementioned people are the few who have a dog in this fight, because they have the feats accomplished in this year alone to back every claim to greatness that they make. These are individuals who belong in this company, and will have a place here for a very long time.

There are few who are predisposed to achieving the highest of success, and those are who I choose to compete alongside at The Shrine. They are in this position not because of some dogma, or code of honor, or mantra they repeat to themselves. That's the misinterpretation of success - that it's 100% tangible, or that it somehow has a cheat code. That couldn't be any further from the case, especially when discussing precedence like those I've set, or the throne at the summit in which I sit. And all that I've garnered is a result of an assortment of factors; a mixture of luck, mentality, work ethic, life experience, pain threshold - physical and mental pain at that. I am a product of my surroundings, my support system, my upbringing, and DNA. All things considered, if I'm lacking in even a single variable, you don't get Mr. DEDEDE. And that goes for every other pioneer of their trade.

I've seen those who have accomplished the ungodly give every ounce of praise to a God. The blessings, for lack of a better term, that they've been bestowed have been enough to reignite their faith.

I stew over the faith I've had, in myself, for years. Every morning I walk out to the balcony of my Calabasas villa to watch the sun rise over the distant hills, and wonder if everything I had was given to me. In a life where nothing is promised, how is it that I can achieve so much success and have so little of it be in my control? The same reason why a wealthy and powerful man praises a God is the same reason why a man who has lost it all repeats curses. This gives me a newer understanding and a better perspective of Jacob Senn's frustrations. After all, his greatest failure in life was a result of something outside of his control as well. Despite me handing him the biggest loss of his career, neither of us are ultimately responsible for how things turned out. I never awoke with the intention of being physically superior in every way over Jacob Senn.

I can tell you how to manipulate a human being. I can tell you how to break someone's psyche. I made a living off of penetrating the minds of my opponents before I ever lay a hand on them. But I can't tell you what puts me on a higher tier than a man like Senn, who's taken every opportunity he's had at cursing my name. In all of the resentment built up in your heart and the contempt you have toward me, you're giving me bit more credit than I deserve. If there's anyone's name you should curse the most Senn, it should be Gods himself. Though I wouldn't be surprised if you were a nonbeliever. It's easy to lose your religion when you're subjected to the absence of Gods mercy. Some say Hell is only a place without Gods light. Lord knows I'm not a God fearing man myself, but I'd have no regard for a God who created me with the purpose of being inferior to another man. Especially a man who I don't respect whatsoever. Yet that seems to be exactly the fate that the higher power has intended for you. It's as though you were built from the ground up to be the foil that I am to inevitably defeat. And the more aggressively you pursue me, the more devastating your loss will be.

Your teammate at the Shrine, Stephanie Matsuda must be in the same predicament. Which is unfortunate because Matsuda is one of my favorite Empire Elitists. And I certainly know she tried everything to avoid coming to face with this harsh reality, but as fate would have it she was forced to come to face her worst nightmare at Bloodletter - and inevitably come to grips with her inferiority. It's a loss that seems to have felt like a knife in her inferior vena cava, and punctured her heart before ripping it right out of it's chest. But no worthless alliance Stephanie makes will ever change the fact that she's subject to, and predisposed to, being 2nd best - at best.

And Carlos Rosso is a man who has had to give up on the dream of being a World Champion long ago. So much so that he's forced to cling to any title he can find, simply to elevate his sense of self worth by touting the word "champion". Most wrestlers seem to believe that as long as you can call yourself that, a "champion", you're out of the rat race. And when you're desperate enough, you throw a parade for yourself, and ascribe yourself with new undeserved monikers, a all of the pomp and circumstance. But most champions I've seen in EAW are as lost in the great maze of this business as anybody else. In Rosso's case, he's been a rat in the maze for what will soon be ten years. Ten years since he first stepped foot into Elite Answers Wrestling, countless CITV matches, countless World Championship matches, and he's not even in contention for the Hall of Fame.

*shrug*

What are ya gonna do.

None of this is any of their faults. The concept of pride seems to have an unfortunate stigma in most societies and culture. Pride is associated with one's own personal downfall. Those who have pride are considered to be vain, narcissistic, among other negative qualities. But pride is what keeps this business alive. Deserving or undeserving, pride seems to be both the engine and the vehicle to brings an aspiring wrestler and an accomplished wrestler out of bed every morning and carry on with their pursuit at a pipe dream. And I will always have an endless desire to remain the number one wrestler in the world, even if it means redefining what it means to be the greatest in the first place. This sense of pride is what's kept me kicking the door down to every new year of life and rushing into it guns blazing! My energy is in it's 20s, my wisdom is in it's 80s, and in my 40s still just as hungry now as I was ten years before they ever called me Elitist of the Decade!

As fruitless as pride may be for many looking to accomplish the ultimate goal of becoming the best, this fruitless, foolish pride is still enough to turn every single cog in the wheel and keep the EAW machine running. So while my words have often been used as weapons to shatter the pride of so many men who've stood before me, I encourage every single person competing in The Shrine to stake every bit of pride you have into this night. Your mentality may not make you the greatest of all time, no law of attraction will make you The Gawd, but it can make a marginal difference in your performance that evening. I want the best out of everybody I share the ring with, otherwise there's no reason for you to have the honor of breathing the same air as me or even being in my vicinity.

It's appropriate that this weekend's show is called the shrine, because it just so happens that the Land of Elite is my altar. And even if every one of my gifts have been through the grace of God, in the wrestling ring the only God that exists is me.

.....

That's God.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 23rd 2017, 11:57 pm by **Shaker Jones**

Voltage Promo part 2: My time

Shaker laughing wildly.

Shaker: So you got jokes Rossy Boy. This is EAW, this ain't Showtime at the Apollo. You think you're really something with all your cool catchphrases and all your cool moves. Rossy let me tell you something, you ain't shit. Well besides what's coming out of your mouth. Ha Ha Ha.

Shaker: You see you underestimate me and that's fine, many people have done it before and many people have fallen. You won't be the first Rossy, and you won't be the last.

Shaker: You really think that's all I got The 87 and The Anaconda Vice. Well tou are sadly mistaken my dumbass friend. A real magician doesn't reveal all of his tricks that would be foolish.

Shaker: And now you're coming out here like your gonna kick my ass no problem. UH UH. I don't think so Rossy. You are looking at a different, more dangerous, and more focused Shaker Jones than ever before.

Shaker: Rossy I will break you from your head to your toes. Your ass is grass so prepared to get mowed. Hey look at me I can be a poet too. You ain't the only wordsmith here buddy boy.

Shaker: And you have a poem, isn't that cute. This ain't kindergarten Rossy. This is a place where men put there bodies on the line every night to achieve the impossible. And come Sunday I will achieve the impossible. I will do what everybody else says can't be done. Champion of Life, come on Rossy you're more like a champion of uh...uh... oh that's right Nothing

Shaker: And you want to talk about strikes huh. Bro I was in Japan where striking is the name of the game. I learned from the best. I will knock your damn head off. I will ram your teeth so far down your throat that you'll be shitting chic lets. Do you comprendè Amigo?

Shaker: Come Sunday Rosso, all the talk will go by the wayside and I will show you how good I can be. So how's it gonna feel when you're looking up at those lights from your back and wondering what happened, where's my title. It's mine now man.

Shaker: You got a one way ticket to Pain City, so buckle up It's gonna be a bumpy fucking ride.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 23rd 2017, 11:52 pm by **Nathan Fiora**

Voltage III: Your End

I’m hungry for victory. You may be wise, but you continue to doubt my drive for success.

I will bring my best to our match tomorrow night, the night after that and for years to come. The sad reality of our match is that after tomorrow, you’ll no longer be around to interfere with my success in EAW. I will go on and take out any other man who wants to hold down my efforts here. Because at the end of the day, you’re just another pawn in the EAW chess board game. Unsurprisingly, Mr. DEDEDE and other EAW management love putting guys like you in my way so I won’t move ahead. Like you, “Just because you strike first doesn’t mean you strike last”. I know you’re just one trial that I have to get past through. Kevin, him and you believe that an old relic like you will put me down so easily. Who the hell do you guys think you are? I’m someone who has done everything possible just to be in EAW in the first place. I grew up in the poorest and most dangerous places just so I could step into this ring and reach the dream of becoming a world champion. However, this company sets roadblocks every time that I get close to reaching my dreams and I’ve become fed up with this biased bullshit. I made my own decisions when I took you out of this picture because guys like you are the problem. Kevin, guys like you are the man who takes card spots from hardworking talents like myself. When I say my words, I don’t say them full of pride; I say them full of anger and passion for what I do in this ring. You are a man who is full of pride and will even try to ruin a young man’s career just so he can get another match in EAW. You should be ashamed of yourself; Kevin Devastation is one of the poster people for corruption in this industry. I am confident in my abilities because I’ve tasted success and then had it pulled away from me because of bias. My battle with you will have its own slot in my ongoing war with the EAW agenda and I will not stop until I get rid of every single one of them.

This war against the system has been going on since my return in August, so if you think that you can take my will and passion out of my body, you’re sadly mistaken. You may be happy to be in this ring once a year, but I’m delighted to be here every single week. I have the drive and stamina to outlast you and when I get tired, I tap into my pure love for this business and hatred for men like you. I haven’t won titles and opportunities just because I’ve gotten lucky; I can fight until the very end, even when I’m tired and beaten down. Medical staff can come by and try to evaluate me if I get beaten to a bloody pulp, but I’m not going to let them take me away. I will swing and spit in the face of corruption. Our battle will reach extreme heights as we exchange the last of our energy and wait for the other to finally go down for the pin. You don’t have the advantage here because as much as you want to have some hope in this match, you can’t catch a break. My body is fortified and cemented well together while yours is full of cracks and bound to crumble. I can adapt to any setting because I have something that I call instinct. I don’t need to fight in our match in order to know that I’m the less experienced one here. However, I am a man who adapts quickly and will find his way to victory in any way, shape or form.

I have confidence in my own abilities to take you down, but you mistake it with pride. Once I become prideful, there is no point to hide it, but I am just a man on a mission. If I don’t believe in myself, neither will this company who is trying to bury me with dirt. I will climb up from this hole that they’re trying to leave me in and this is when I go on the assault. This is when I will leave you looking worse than roadkill. This will be when you are shocked by my desire to win. My own body won’t be able to move by the end of this match, but I will know that I’ve killed you. I will look into your lifeless eyes and laugh louder than I’ve ever laughed before. A lesson will be learned here, but it won’t be on my part. This lesson will be learned by every person who’s trying to screw me over backstage. Every suit will look at me as a man who will do anything just so he can get equality in EAW. I may not be a legend, but I am a man who doesn’t take stride in such prideful accomplishments and would rather show you what I mean in the ring. I am a young lion, but the part you left out of your story is the part where the young lions take over for the older lions due to their strength and fury. You are a former leader of this company, but you’ve come to an era that is lead by a new generation. Unsurprisingly, you tend to forget that this is no longer the company you came from many years ago. We have more talent than ever in EAW now and you just think about yourself and what you want to do when you come back. Instead of telling me how unwise I am and giving me analogies, why don’t you prepare yourself and watch what I’ve done to other members of this roster? You have too much pride to really see what kind of man I am in this ring, which will be the thing that ultimately puts you down for the count. You speak of this last resort of fire that you might end up getting, but you fail to realize that I’m constantly full of this feeling. You may have a limited supply of this feeling, but I don’t. Due to your own pride, you will be the one who ends up with the men who are no longer seen in EAW. You will meet your reality once and for all and the bell will ring. Rebecca Sawyer will say that the winner is Nathan Fiora and you will stand there, helpless and dead. You fucked with me and that was when you made your own deathbed.

I have no fear. Your legacy will be gone; everything that your name was written in will be torn to shreds. I will stand a light a match on your part in EAW history and I will relish in your demise. This will be your final goodbye to EAW, so I await nothing else but the best in you, Kevin. You can try everything your wisdom and veracity tells you to do, but you can’t top my instinct and passion. You started this but I’ll damn well end this.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 23rd 2017, 11:01 pm by **Carlos Rosso**

The Receipt was coming.

Everyone anticipated the words of the Champion of Life before his 2^nd Title defense.

And now, in this arena that had gathered, The King of Champions, the Champion of Life, the Interwire Champion stood, wearing a tan suit like only he could, with custom made, handcrafted sunglasses that hid the most intense, piercing eyes in the wrestling world from view.

Carlos: So, as you all MAY or may not be aware, I AM THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION, THE CHAMPION OF LIFE, THE KING OF CHAMPIONS!

(Crowd: GO HOME CARLOS! -clap-clap-clap-clap-clap GO HOME CARLOS!)

Carlos: You all wish I would, don’t you? YOU ALL WISH…that you had my athletic ability, my style, my Championship swagger, my Zaibatsu stablemates, my cars, my house

(Carlos angrily points out a morbidly obese teenage fan who is booing him.)

Carlos: Shut up fatboy before I take your momma home after she picks you up from the show and show her what a real man is like! Now, before I was rudely interrupted, you people don’t realize what kind of roll I’m on right now. I’m doing all the WINNING that Donald Trump promised America with none of the scandals and investigations. Can anybody say they have had a better month? Nope. I BEAT Amadeus to capture this title, Moongoose McQueen has been broken to the point that he obsesses about me. I beat Clubber Lang, Artie Lang or whatever the hell his name is not long after that, embarrassing him on NEO in my first defense in EAW. Keep in mind this is AFTER I toured the world, first class, defending the championship all week before. Can anyone in the world say they are on a bigger roll than I am? And then, on the Awards Show edition of Showdown, I went back to my old stomping grounds and showed the ENTIRE WORLD why I am the Champion of Life. I beat that little Boy Scout Nobi and Darkane, two lesser men but champions nonetheless. They wanted to make me a “Prince”, but I told them to hell with that! I am a king! I live like one, wrestle like one, WIN like one, and rule like one.

(Carlos leans against one of the ring ropes as he continues.)

You know, I have been looking for dance partners for this title. The EAW Interwire Championship deserves to be made into the most prestigious, honorable championship in EAW. It needs to be elevated to an even bigger role. It’s had so many great men hold it, but none of them are as great as I. How many Interwire Champions have willingly dared to go other brands to defend this belt? How many have gone to NEO? How many have been willing to lay it all on the line, every single week. In front of 100 people or 10000 people, on television, no television, it doesn’t matter! I have devoted my life to making this belt the premier belt in EAW!

So, who is my next defense going to be against, you ask? Cameron? No. Cody Marshall? No. Amadeus? Nah. He’s still broken. Moongoose? To hell with that loon. Keelan? Nope, he’s chasing the King of Elite Crown so I can’t say I blame him. Other than being the Champion of Life and the King of Champions, King of Elite is a pretty damn fine consolation prize.

My opponent…the only person in the Voltage locker room brave enough and not occupied who was willing to face me was……

Was………….
SHAKER JONES!?

(Carlos sarcastically flops down on the canvas, pretending to faint before pulling himself back up, laughing.)

REALLY!? Didn’t I just kick this guy’s ass a few weeks ago? Does he think that a shiny new move and doing a poor man’s Lang impression is supposed to frighten me? Look, good for you that you understand that these people don’t give a damn about you. You have finally woken up to the facts. They wanted you to quit for a reason, because you SUCK. Of all the people that are on the Voltage roster, I consider you one of the least credible challengers to my title. Why? For starters, just look at you. I don’t mean your appearance and questionable hygiene. I mean your lack of faith in yourself. I didn’t get to where I am at, a TWO TIME Interwire Champion, TWO TIME Unified Tag Team Champion by jumping onto fads, changing out my moves every week, trying to find an identity for myself.
I got to where I’m at today because while my wrestling style evolved, my mentality and my belief in myself never changed. You know, my career was once at a crossroads not too much difference from yours, Jones. I had dreadlocks, I used to shuck and jive for the cameras, play with all these filthy people’s children. But then, I started losing. A lot. And when I started winning again, I couldn’t win the big ones. So…I did change my look. I changed my wrestling style. But there is one difference between us that I just can’t overlook…..I have talent, YOU DON’T.

Also, words to the wise, I think YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE KEPT YOUR NEW TRICKS HIDDEN FROM ME BEFORE ENGAGING ME. You must be a special kind of dumbass if you think that showing me on tape what you can do that it’s not being studied, dissected, and counters already being made for it. Anaconda Vise? Please, man. The problem with submissions like that on someone like me is that you have to have me in a position to put that kind of stuff on and let me tell you something, that’s not going to happen. Especially not when my title is on the line. I will come for you full speed ahead, guns blazing. I don’t want to just beat you, I want to make this an advertisement for what my reign will be all about. People want to bring up that defense against Lang, but those same people won’t give me the credit and respect that I deserve for beating TWO champions at one time, clean as a whistle.
Shaker, I respect the fact that you are going to evolve. I respect the fact that you came out and said you want this title and accepted the open challenge to come take it. But that’s where the line of demarcation is because there is no way I’m going to let a hillbilly like you, no matter how evolved, take something from me that I worked so long to have draped on my shoulders. The 87 is going to meet the Rosso Revolver and let me tell you something right now, son, it’s going to be a VERY bad thing for you when it happens.

You are not just looking at the Interwire Champion, you are looking at the BEST STRIKER in the game, the man with the Strongest Arm in EAW, an Arm that you have felt the strength of before. And if the Lariat doesn’t put you down, I have weapons like the Rosso Recliner and the Red Spike to finish the job.

See, the difference between me and you is not that I’ve always been the way I am because I haven’t. It’s not that I’m looking as fine as I do in this suit and you’re wearing ya grandpappy’s hand me down jeans and false teeth. It’s not that I’m the Champ of Life and you’re not. It’s that simply put, the talent gap between us is far too great for a week’s worth of pathetic, superficial changes like the ones you’re telling me about to help you. In closing, I have prepared a short little poem for all you fans out there...and especially for Shaker "New Look, Same Loser" Jones...

Twas the Night before Voltage
It was on everyone’s smartphones
Advertisements for Carlos Rosso versus Shaker Jones
The presents were laid out with care
A title shot for anyone would dare
The idiot fans would moan in despair
For Carlos Rosso’s strength would prove too much to bear

CARLOS ROSSO…………………………ICHIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

Re: EAW Promoz! December 23rd 2017, 10:06 pm by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 89: Dawn

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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We are introduced to the scene with the thunderous sounds of a body hitting a crash mat with great force. The camera fades from black to see the interior of a building lined with crash mats along the floor, no different than any other venue that homes the practice of martial arts. Standing in the middle of the room is our familiar Finnegan Wakefield sporting a navy blue Gi, tied together with a red and white panelled belt around his waist as he stands in the attentive position, tightening his belt. He is approached by a much more physically dominating man wearing similar albeit white garb as he stands before Finnegan as the two bow to each other in a show of respect before taking up a fighting stance. Another man enters the scene to play the role of judge as Finnegan and his opposition begin to lock up and jockey for position. A contest of one-upmanship is displayed between the two for several seconds before Finnegan finds a way to slam his bulkier opponent to the crash mat with a loud thunderous sound with an Uchi Mata judo takedown throw. The judge calls for the immediate stop as Finnegan backs away and allows his opponent room to find his feet. The opponent quickly fixes up his gi before approaching Finnegan again as the two return to their fighting stance. Once again the two lock up with their hands on the cuffs of the others Gi. Finnegan’s opponent tries to perform a powerful slam to the mat, but Finnegan is able to keep his footing and maintains his balance. It doesn’t take much longer for Finnegan to capitalize on a step of his opposition as he trips him up with an Okuri Ashi Baraï -- a leg sweep that has him falling flat on his back. Once again the judge calls the immediate stop as Finnegan preemptively takes his steps back while maintaining his fighting stance. His opposition shows a small flicker of frustration with the amount of ease it is seemingly taking Finnegan to take him down. Nonetheless, he gets into position as the judge calls for the two to continue. The opponent doesn’t waste any time trying to pull Finnegan in for various powerful techniques, all of which are countered by shifting his body into positions that counter the holds. Finnegan toys with his opponent a little allowing him to try some of his techniques but shows masterful evasions to the takedowns that could potentially slam him to the mat. Finnegan waits for an opportunity to strike and does so by hooking the arm of his opponent and displays a move that he has used a handful of times in the EAW ring -- the Ippon seoi nage. The judge calls the stop for the third and final time, Finnegan standing attentively as his opponent finds his way to his feet, the two bow to each other and disburse from the centre of the circle of observers. Finnegan makes his way to the side, the cameraman following his every move as he finds a seat away from the action, picking up a bottle full of water and a towel. Using the towel he wipes away the sweat that has been leaking from his pores before chugging down a hearty amount of water from his bottle. He takes his seat and wraps the towel over his shoulders before he turns his focus up to the camera with his familiar smug grin on his face.

"Looks familiar, doesn’t it McAdams? Doesn’t take a lot of effort to get someone to film a physical display of your fighting prowess, and use it as the introduction of your message to try and give to your opponent an impression of toughness. If it were displayed to some knee-knocking sissy, perhaps there would be a stream of piss running down their leg. As you can see though, that is not the case with me. It is an easy tactic to duplicate, belittle and dismiss. What you just witnessed was a parody of the method you tried to narrate a tale of an imposing figure with. And I parodied it to show just how little it separates you from anyone else -- literally, anyone can do it. However, there is a key difference between the physical displays we both presented. The method I used was a combat sport and martial art I have been dedicated to over the last past several years, a discipline that demonstrates focus and manipulation of the body. What you displayed, however, was just a thuggish beating to some paid schmucks who probably never saw themselves on the end of a fight in their lives. Hardly anything to be intimidated by, nor anything to be found as impressive. Let's skip the time wasting and message padding theatrics in future, shall we? Let us get back to the point at hand.

Honestly, it is a disappointment to not see the same tenacity you showed me at Shock Value, Jon. It is disappointing to hear you have chalked it up as conserving energy as you believe me to be expending mine. Honestly, how much effort do you think it takes to assert yourself as a contender for a championship? I assure you if you are this unenthusiastic to display your convictions as a challenger, it is going to be a world with weight too much to carry if you were to ever be champion. Nonetheless, I am still somewhat glad to see that the pitfall that could damage your body couldn’t damage your sense of false bravado. I was starting to believe that you were going soft on me. The lording over of your wealth, the constant need to display yourself as powerful as possible, safe to say I have grown accustomed to these displays of exaggerated self-worth. From the likes of McQueen I have experienced my fair share of baffling narrative twisting, but the ways in which you go about it are a whole new kind of madness. Let’s not pretend that only I had to resort to desperate measures to send your body crashing into the mass collection of electrical equipment, it was an effort also displayed on your behalf as you too desperately tried to claw my fingers away from the railings that spelt imminent demise. Something had to give, and apparently, it was the bodies of the two of us. Yet our wills kept wanting to fight on. So why would I not be on the attack this time around? Why would I not be, as you called it, trigger-happy for our second encounter? I expected to be facing the same Jon McAdams I had faced all those weeks ago. Instead, I am facing one who is making excuses for being caught sitting on his hands. At least as of now, you’ve given me something more to work with then just tapping my fingers impatiently on a desk in wait. It expended no energy of mine to make the proclamations of a defending champion, that is the first of soon to be many mistakes you have made on my account. What I displayed from you earlier, that is only one of many of my training regimens. There is still my kickboxing training that I participated in just yesterday, and my hours at the Catch Sports Pro-Wrestling Academy working my fingers to the bone the day before that. That is just the weekly routine as usual, I display no less energy than I do any other week.

To impress others isn’t my objective. To the likes of Jamie O’Hara, to which you believe me to be desperately clambering at to get his approval, or to the likes of anyone else it is not my concern. If I demonstrate the fundamentals to gain ones opinion in a positive light is but a bonus to the objective I do seek to obtain. I have expectations to carry. From myself, the company I represent and the people who bought their tickets to see what Finnegan Wakefield could do. It piles on but isn’t a weight I can’t carry. That is what being the New Breed Championship is all about -- the self-progression. With this title presents ample opportunities to lock horns with some of the best and see how you measure up. This title isn’t the end-all-be-all, only a fool would believe otherwise. When I had the opportunity to face Jamie O’Hara, it wasn’t necessarily about walking out that night with the victory. A nice feather in the cap it would have been, it was more so about assessing how much more progression I had to take that leap towards being a top contender to one of the more highly ranked championships in the EAW echelon. But I was also aiming to have that feather in the cap moment, that big upset that would make an impact beyond all comprehension. The New Breed Champion defeating the World Heavyweight Champion would have shaken the foundations of Voltage. Lars Grier's distractions during that match, however, were as big of a nuisance to Jamie as they were to me. To taint such a moment with ones outside participation was just not going to cut it. It is not how I wanted it to go down. In the end, Jamie did what would have been the smart bet on paper and defeated me. I held my own for as long as possible, and to that, I don’t feel ashamed. By no means did I take that as a moral victory, only added fuel to the fires of my purpose to be one of the greatest elitists in EAW going. My mind isn’t cluttered with thoughts of failures, it doesn’t clash with my determination or my focus on keeping my eyes on the prize. When I feel I have been cheated, be it by obnoxious decisions of others or by the culmination of my work ethic, I go out of my way to rectify those mistakes. Hence the reason you are in this match to begin with; to rectify our indecisive finish to our Blackout match encounter. You have mistaken my verbal being on the attack for running my mouth, and thinking it to substitute for a lack of preparation. Nothing could be further from the truth. I have been able to train my regular schedule and then some, even have a match a couple of days prior. All I have been doing over the past two weeks has been preparing for this match, and it has left no strain on my body or mind. My body language, my demeanour, and my presence in the ring remain unchanged in the process, I am every bit as good as I crack myself up to be. And it is because I don’t over exaggerate myself to the point of impossibility. I don’t proclaim myself to be a monster when in actuality I am the common man with the common man’s fault, a perspective that you fail to have towards yourself. If you question the Finnegan Wakefield you will see for this match, I will clarify it for you. You will not see a Finnegan Wakefield that will viciously lash out to make a mistake. You will not see a Finnegan Wakefield who is blinded from his objective. You will not see a Finnegan Wakefield who is questioning every move he makes. What you will get however is a Finnegan Wakefield who has his eyes focused on the task at hand, the objective being everything on his mind and executing the actions needed to see them through. If you expect otherwise, that is a blind man's problem. You won’t know what hit you, and when you do the result will have passed you by.

I don’t underestimate my opponents. Every given day of the year, someone could pick up a victory over anybody else. Be it they deserve it or not. What I am estimating you on however is your body of work, which has taken a serious dip in performance between Shock Value and now. Both in the ring and on this microphone, for someone who proclaimed they were oh so dominating in the art of the war of words, I have seen the point in which the tank reads empty. Why would I not be antsy to put the final nail in this coffin that is our feud for this belt? I was willing to be here all day and all night to exchange these words that gave us the Beef of the Week credentials, and instead, that is not being repeated this time around. I have every right to say that my patience was wearing thin. I expected more. This time I brought the fight to you, and you were going out with a whimper. I recognized that at any point you could come at me for an inch, and I have simply made sure that your reach towards this title extends to miles. Color me surprised though, you’ve come back with a mighty roar, albeit one that fails in comparison to the roars that has kept the likes of Harvey Yorke hiding in the hole he has dug. If you are taking this seriously, by all means, give it your all. I don’t fear your power, nor do I fear this monster you claim to be. He has fallen before, he will fall again. That is not an underestimation. That is pattern recognition. If you think that my time is coming to an end due to an ever-mounting pressure that I can’t contain, you are by all accounts making a foolish assumption. I have made zero mistakes in my approach. I don’t have any pre-match jitters. It is you who has learned nothing from our last encounter, to which will be your complete undoing. You by your lesser approach have forced yourself to the status of a blip on the radar, only having yourself to blame. Your excuses are tired. Your methods are tired. Jon McAdams, the sovereign you claim to be and the monster you can only wish to be has become a tired being with nothing but empty assumptions to dictate his career.

The dumbest thing to come out of this whole last minute proclamation has been your claim that I have the incapability of adapting. What an idiotic thing to claim. Was Shock Value not a good enough example of Finnegan Wakefields ability to adapt? Or have you grown fond of wearing your own beloved Arabian Goggles to the point where you are incapable of seeing past yourself? Let’s call a spade a spade. The Blackout match was a stipulation that you were more accustomed to then I, that is without question. Who had to adapt to that kind of stipulation and risk assessment? Who forced you to a point where you had to climb up to the rafters in an attempt to escape my advances? Who sent the supposed monster falling nearly a hundred feet into the electric mayhem that awaited? That would be I. That would be Finnegan Wakefield as the man who adapted. And as evolution goes, I have only continued to adapt. That is why my patience is a virtue that shouldn’t be taken lightly. That is why my disappointment is something you don’t want to have. Because when I am disappointed in the approach of another, if they have tested my patience to the point where it is completely gone, they have no hope. I have become the idea of progression. I have become what it means to be the product of change. I have become the survivor against all odds. The stipulation could be anything in the world and it won’t make an iota of a difference to me. Be it this Triple Threat, be it an Extreme Elimination Chamber, be it an Ultimate X, hell we can go another round in the Blackout match and it won’t change the fact that I will prepare for it, adapt to the situation and find a way to walk away with my hand raised. It is not in arrogance, it is in execution, perhaps the one thing I have learned from my encounters with the likes of Heart Break Gal, Cameron Ella Ava and Jamie O’Hara. There is no reason to doubt myself when I know that I can overcome.

Since you feel the need to brag about your Head Trauma manoeuvre, I think it only fair to give you a warning on a move of my own. A move that not many ever get the chance to be put into the mercy of, perhaps because I don’t wish to see them become embarrassed by the inevitable surrender. The Wakefield Special III is my contribution to my sibling's lineage of submission holds, this one created by myself. Ass firmly planted on the mat with legs outstretched as I hook both their arms and arch my body over their heads, bending their spine and leaving them vulnerable. Many believe there to be an escape from this hold, but it has yet to be discovered, even by the innovator myself. There is no way to shift your body out of the position, no leverage for them to simply shift and turn around, they are deadlocked in the dead centre with nowhere to go. Your Head Trauma, it’s a neat way to knock someone's lights out, that’s for sure, but what I have grown impatient for the most is for the cries of mercy to those who have talked their mindless shite and find their fortunes turned when the hold is applied. I have yearned to make the toughest or most persistent of aggressors have their epiphanies of their delusions and arrogance shown to them, and they realise that Finnegan Wakefield was never one to question. McAdams, more than anything else I hope to see you spending Christmas day drinking your vintage wine through shaking hands after you’ve experienced the wake-up call that is the Wakefield Special III. Your hands trembling, knowing that I didn’t spare you the mercy of simply pinning your shoulders to the mat for the three count, instead humbling you with an admittance of your own defeat.

As for Harvey Yorke, I am starting to believe he will be but a footnote in the aftermath of the Christmas Eve Voltage special. I am starting to feel an iota of mercy kicking the ever so defenseless while he is down. I am starting to feel bad for constantly pointing out how absent he has been from the radar of my challengers. I expected much more from a man with such a sadistic fighting nature. I was expecting to have a challenger that would be at my throat as he made his intentions of being the next EAW New Breed Champion clear, all the while trying to dig in the knife. Instead, what I get is nothing of the sort. Actually, what I get is nothing at all for that matter. Unless he decides to drop a last-minute nuclear bomb before the match, it looks like he will be keeping his silence until the match is over. It is sad to see a challenger already waving his white flag in surrender so high for the world to see, I downright believe it to be rather embarrassing. He has displayed no form of fight in his approach to this match, to have his chance at glory slowly fading away and doing nothing to prevent it. I think that to be the greatest shame of all. By now, I am just repeating my grievances about the lack of challenge that I feel Harvey Yorke presents to me, so much so that I have mentally dismissed him from this match altogether. Maybe it is a fair assessment to say that I am underestimating the lad due to this newfound timid nature. Or perhaps I am right on the money to believe such a thing as he is essentially taking the metaphorical knee. This silent admittance of defeat is a sad display, one that I will point at future challengers and say “come at me, not like this man, who wastes opportunities others would be grateful to have.” Axl Willow, Shaker Jones, Azreal, Ryan Wilson, Cody Marshall, Nathan Fiora and even my good friend El Ironico didn’t get this opportunity, but if they had they wouldn’t be letting it go to waste to this magnitude. Wherever you are hiding at Harvey, whatever dark alleyway you are calling home for the night, or whatever tavern you are drowning your thoughts in with cheap piss tasting brew, I hope you receive this message and it at the very least pokes you to try and bring a fight come December 24th. Your fire that I have been hearing oh so much about in the weeks leading up to this, all the claims to defy my limits and put an end to my ‘miserable and dismissive’ reign as the New Breed Champion has been extinguished by your own accord. You better bring a fight that makes up for this lack of words Harvey, otherwise, you’ll be the reason this reign will continue with my boot firmly asserted into your chest.

Until then, I will continue to hear the songs of self-grandeur from Jon McAdams, and turn it up to eleven. I welcome his persistence in bringing me proclamations of utter nonsense and assumptions, as it only makes the urge to force him into failure all the more stronger. I don’t underestimate the fighter that Jon McAdams is. He’s aggressive, and dangerous in the ring and only a fool would approach this match thinking otherwise. But I am not intimidated or questioning the result of this match. I will see triumph. I will see victory. I will see my reign as champion continue through the odds that has been stacked against me of my own accord. This victory will dismiss any doubt that Finnegan Wakefield is an undeserving champion. This victory will be the silence of the tongues that whisper behind closed doors as they cross their fingers and wish for my fall from grace. This victory will be the eye opener; that Finnegan Wakefield will continue to march on as the New Breed Champion regardless of how little they like the fact. Because I earn it, I fight to deserve it and day-in and day-out I continue to prove that it is not hyperbole, but the weight of my conviction and the product of my determination. And perhaps to my most harshest of critics it will be at his own expense. Despite your say-so Jon McAdams, you are not fit to walk around this brand, or this company for that matter, with the right to call yourself a champion in the modern day. You have yet to earn that distinction and at my hand you will continue to wait for that distinction. By your own words you have said that I hold this championship to a level of prestige, valor, and worthiness. The same could not be said should you find a way to claw this championship from my hands. It will be back to the dark ages of self-glorifying champions who do nothing to push it past the perception of others. It’ll just return to the fodder champion the top names of this company point the finger at in mockery. I refuse to let my work over the past 95 plus days go to waste and be undone with such ease. You proclaimed this to be the sunset to my reign as champion, but I assure you we are only seeing the dawn."

Re: EAW Promoz! December 23rd 2017, 4:09 am by **Jon McAdams**

McAdams stands before a group of four men within his personal training gym. Each of them is decked out in protective gear and shifting uneasily while McAdams finishes wrapping tape around his hand. He looks up at them and turns to a small table in the corner of the ring. He pours himself a shot of a clear liquid with no label and downs it before turning to the four men. He raises his hand in the air.

“First man to land a punch on me earns himself a doubled wage for the day. First man to take me down earns himself a weeks pay. First man to knock me out? Well, he’ll never have to work a day in his life so long as I am the head of this state.” McAdams stands at the ready waiting for the men. “But each of you is going to have to suffer the consequences of those actions so long as I am here. Good luck.”

One of the trainers rushes forward as a second one slides out of the ring and heads behind him, the other two back up in an attempt to circle him. McAdams meets the first man in the center of the ring with an explosive Head Trauma! The knees crack against the man and bring him down. McAdams rolls underneath a clothesline from one of the circling men. He leaps up into the air and hits a falling neckbreaker. The third man throws his boot up at McAdams who catches it and punches the man right in the crotch before throwing him back. McAdams gets to his feet and begins to stomp on the floored mans head. The man who ducked out of the ring slides back in and clocks McAdams in the face. McAdams shifts his body and avoids a second punch before grabbing the man’s head and slamming it into the small table in the ring. McAdams then proceeds to remove the head gear from the man’s head. He tries to wiggle out but McAdams drives his knee right into the man’s gut and twists the head gear off. He then begins to slam the man’s face into the table. After cracking it against the table three times the table gives and breaks. McAdams turns around as the man who took the neckbreaker is rising to his feet. He catches McAdams gaze and then proceeds to get out of the ring.

“No.” McAdams holds his hand up. “If you leave that ring, you’re fired and I’m still going to chase you down but this time I may treat you like game instead of an opponent.”

The man looks at the other men and back at Mcadams and gets into a fighting stance. He circles McAdams and throws a hard thrust kick at McAdams who backs away and then rushes in. The man tries to follow with a second kick but McAdams slams him with a hard right, followed by a very weighted left. Mcadams then slides his foot behind him, drawing his elbow back and bringing it forward into a heavy overhead elbow slice, cracking the unprotected top of the man’s head. The man stumbles back into the ropes holding his head as blood starts to trickle down. McAdams moves to the otherside of the ring and slides out of it as the man falls down behind him. McAdams reaches back into the ring and pulls out his shot glass and heads to his refridgerator. He opens it up and pulls out another glass bottle of the unlabeled liquid and pouring it into his glass and drinking it. He slides back into the ring as one of the other men begins to stand and slams the bottle into his head. The man drops instantly. McAdams then turns to the first man, the man who took the head trauma and circles around him.

“This isn’t a dance my friend,” McAdams gaze shoots up towards the camera. “It’s clear by how trigger happy you are this week on the microphone that you were expecting the same tenacity brought on by our previous encounter. I prefer to save my energy and to let you expend yours.It seems you have a hearing problem. I have not underestimated you. I have estimated your abilities quite well. Your message was clear, you intend to come back with ferocity and dominance that I would completely expect from a man who is looking at the sunset of his title reign. No, I’m afraid I knew and had anticipated exactly the kind of fighter you would be, so much so that I came within inches of decimating you in the match. As we’ve discussed, I had you so pegged down that you had to resort to forcing a draw and a draw you paid dearly for. Well, I should say… we both did in a way but for myself it created purpose. For you? In the eyes of the man Jamie O’Hara who you so desperately want to impress, it was disastrous. In the eyes of those watching and for your precious record as a defending and fighting champion… it calls into question whether or not you should be the champion right now, eh? At least, that’s what all the hearsay is by the locker room biddies. They weren’t in the fight. They couldn’t comprehend what we were doing in that ring, up that ramp, in the crowd, up the rafters and down into that death pit. Everyone saw this as just another New Breed title match but we both know the truth. We both know what we experienced and what we were aiming to do all for a shot at the glory of that title. People speak of being world champion but how many of us are willing to put it all on the line for a title like the New Breed Championship. Finnegan Wakefield, I know you to be a man worthy of that title. I know that you are willing to do whatever it takes within the scope of your… code of ethics? I know you’re willing to become the best in the business and I have nothing but respect for you as a champion. In fact, I would say there is no other person on this roster who could hold that tile with such prestige, valor, and worthiness… except of course me. Of course, that is the question to be asked in this bout. As much as Yorke earned his spot here, he’s quickly become a third wheel in favor of the match everyone actually wants to see. Two men who grinned all the way down to that terrible pit of destruction, both knowing full well this was far from over.”

McAdams steps over the man laid out at the center of the ring and stops at the broken table before picking up his pipe and lighting it.

“And here lies the problem. As we learn more and more of each other and I can see that turmoil since then eat at you from a distance in the locker room. When you speak, when you eat, when you address others it was written all over your face. Truth be told, though, I had wondered what took Kenny Drake so damn long. Even waiting a week to hear all of this and getting put into the King of Elite Tournament was… exhausting. I would have rather taken the week off to recoup and the tournament… well it served as a momentary distraction. Even if I had won that tournament and become King of Elite, I still would not have been able to hold that New Breed Title. My aim and goal was still not met and I looked down at your future opponent, Harvey Yorke and felt sick. What a brilliant waste of time this would be. And it showed. But it was far more interesting to watch you, The current New Breed Champion, taking on The World heavyweight champion. How glorious that should have been for you. The man you seem to look up too, the one who looked towards you as a possible future successor of his. The way he spoke of you and his curiosity towards whether or not you would be able to live up to what he had done. You took all that to heart and brought that weight with you into our match last time. It had weighed on you then but coming out of our match it was a nasty blow to everything you were supposed to be. A legacy is… a dirty thing. I had high hopes though. To see you triumph. If You could take Jamie, then I know I could take Jamie. Yet… excellence seemingly could not prevail. Even with an assist from his future opponent, Lars Grier, you were unable to defeat him. Your eyes aren’t on the prize it would seem. As you say you’re not… shook. You’re not… worried… I disagree… I see a man who’s skill and determination are colliding with this feeling of failure and the impact has created a catastrophe within your mind. It’s enough that every single day you’ve made sure to run your mouth at me. But while you run your mouth I continue to prepare. While you are trying to prove that I am no mere monster, but a man, you are also trying to prove that you are worthy of that title and defeat Harvey Yorke… I have but one goal, whether it is you, or Yorke, by whatever means necessary, through whatever it is that I have to do, I will capture that New Breed title. There is just far too much on the mind of Finnegan Wakefield and even if you think otherwise, your body language, your demeanor, your presence in the ring, all of it is in disagreement with the many many words that you have spoken as you continue to try and drown out the voices in your head that continue to tell you what you must do. The weight and burden on your shoulders that is pressing down upon you and forcing you to buckle more and more to the point that when we get in that ring you may just break. It could look like a violent and aggressive Finnegan Wakefield, unable to think correcty but still just as dangerous. But more likely, I’ll see the very strategic and careful Finnegan trying to think through the fog of your legacy being tainted and your future being placed into question. I’ll see a man who has already made many mistakes before this match has even started.

How very upsetting it is… to claim you respect me so then, to have but a day pass and become disappointed because you think I don’t care? I am no Harvey Yorke. I have simply… been working hard and preparing for the showdown that we are going to have. I’m afraid I have been taking this very seriously and if this is what you call patiences? Well, I suspect you are getting far too antsy over the coming match. If you are this impatient during our match you’re going to continue to make silly mistakes like believing if you can just slam me with a torrent of words like a hurricane that it will somehow make me shudder in fear. The very fact that you believe that I am no real threat and that… I don’t take this seriously… no. I don’t believe that actually. Either you’re trying to rile me up or more accurately, you’re suddenly trying to convince yourself that what happened at Shock Value didn’t happen and couldn’t happen again. Come now, Finnegan. I am not the type of person to not give this everything I have. I just know that the last time we fought I took the fight to you, I brought myself upon you and broke your very spirit and it forced a draw. I can’t do that again. If you and I had another classic that ended in Harvey Yorke winning or Lord forbid another draw than this would have all been pointless. Don’t you draw a line in the sand and say that you stand over here where people care and Yorke and I are on the other side. I am no Harvey Yorke and you’re making a terrible mistake by underestimating me. And you know that is exactly what you are doing.

Maybe it’s those heavy expectations, or that seat you feel you must fill, or the mounting pressures getting to you but these don’t feel like statements made my a fighting and ready champion but one who is cracking at the seems. This feels more like nervous jitters and blankets statements. You snooze you lose? Finnegan, I am not coming to be a snake who attacks in the night. I don’t honestly care if you’re afraid of me, if you’re worried about watching your back or if you’re sitting around wondering if I’m going to say anything at all to you. The fact of the matter is if all I am is a man who is going to try, if all I am to you is a blip on the radar than you have truly learned nothing from our previous encounter and that will be your complete undoing. I don’t expect you to sit in silence… In fact I was counting on it. I wanted to see where your head is at, I wanted to see the jitters, I want to watch you make mistakes and expend all ou have trying to get the last laugh. Just remember the last time we fought I took the fight to you and you couldn’t beat me. This time I wanted to see what Finnegan offense looked like and it is not promising. For a tactical technician like yourself I had expected a little more… well. Tact. I saw promise early this week, I know there is a brilliant fighter in there. I faced him before… but as the days draw closer I am finding myself… confused.

You bring up my history, a history I’ve had no issue sharing with you and you ike to bring up relics of my past. Men who helped me rise to where I am today. Mike Showman helping me defeat Drastik… yes, that would be relevant if he had helped me when we fought. I could understand you looking at the way I achieved my victories or the underhanded tactics I’ve used to get what I want… Based on your… funny ideology, of course you wouldn’t respect what I do. And all of this would be relative if I used it at all in my match against you last time. But that’s just not what happened. I matched you in every sense of the word without help from others and completely fair. You see, I used my tools, all of them, from Showman, to my weapons, to the Sanatorium, I used them to my full advantage to get me to the platform where I could prove myself. When I arrived there it was all me. When our match ended in a draw, none of these things you looked down upon were in play. None of the mentalities, none of the underhanded tactics. There is no stealing this title. At this point, no matter how I get the pin, no one can look back at the match we had and think, Jon didn’t deserve that victory. You pretend like you’re the only man who has scratched and clawed his way to here. What a stupid idea thing to say to me. Finnegan Wakefield, you are the favored son of EAW. You are a man that has a light shone upon you and the world saying this is the future. I know what my tactics have bought me and my bad decisions have wrought but I have proven to everyone that has ever had a shite thing to say about me that they are wrong and it is… as you have said… disappointing that the one man who should understand that doesn’t seem too. So please, call me a petty thief, continue to underestimate me and please try to carry the narrative of Jon McAdams being…. Lazy or without conviction. You sound like an idiot. No one would question the dedication of Sovereign. No one would dare imply that I don’t care about this title except for the delusions of an overworked and overstressed champion who can’t seem to handle the pressure. Please continue to bring a narrative to the table that doesn’t fit with what we’ve seen against eachother. I will enjoy watching you make mistake after mistake against Yorke and I and your face after I ‘steal’” McAdams throws up sarcastic quotations with his hands. “New Breed Title. At the end of the day, you’ll be just one more step towards realizing everything you’ve ever promised, the hype of your delivery, and your reign are all… worthless.

Because that has always been your problem, Finnegan. For everything you are, your skill and your talent only goes in one direction. You are so incapable of… adapting. You only know one strategy and that is to fire on all cylinders at those pressure points not realizing that while you are so focused on what you think will win based on your pure wrestling ability, your opponent has completely changed his tactics. While we ended with a draw last time only one of us has actually changed since then. I am growth and it happens quickly. I am a dominating monster, a meticulous planner, a ferocious fighter, and a cunning opportunist and the list goes on. Finnegan. You are The wrestling artist. That works for you. But what you are doing right now, and what you did at Shock Value, it was good enough then, but it won’t win you this match now. So please, continue to exhaust yourself trying to prove yourself. You will expend needless energy heading into this match trying to make yourself look good while I am actually preparing. Much like how you fight, you will bring yourself down and ultimately defeat yourself. Because if the immense challenge of defeating me isn’t enough, and the added addition of Harvey Yorke doesn’t take the cake, surely the man with the unrealistic expectations, your mosaic idea of honor, and your delusions will be the end of you”

McAdams steps back towards the ropes and leans against it at the feet of the man who took the head trauma earlier in the night.

“Your plans, your words, your… attack. Is tired. You are unfortunately tired but I know that your consistency and relentlessness are still dangerous and I wouldn’t forget about that or let it slip past me… but your cunning and what seems to be your inability to look at the big picture… or as I used to say… the Grand Design… will cost you. Just like this man here. I laid him out earlier. He took The Head Trauma when our night first started. It is a move that takes people down. But not this long and certainly not against a man who is wearing protective gear. So I wonder, while the others are bloody unconscious and concussed messes why this man continues to lay here. Perhaps he thinks that I am too stupid to recognize that he’s playing dead so that he can jump me and get his life all paid for… that’s more likely. Another man thinking that my arrogance or my way of life will somehow cause me to lose sight of what I am here to do. Another man who would eat crow for underestimating me just like you Finnegan. Or maybe he’s just pretending he’s unconscious to save himself the embarrassment of knowing that he can’t stack up to the pressures of the most important moment of his career, just like Harvey Yorke. Who despite fighting so hard for this opportunity and despite being so incredibly supported continues to squander his gifts, talents, and abilities by being inconsistent and… perhaps aloof? I am not sure but if I could agree with one thing here that Finnegan has said it is that this man seems to not care.

Yorke, I had hoped to see some of that fire you had when you won at Shock Value, and during the tournament but I find it interesting… that you have proved me correct here. And will no doubt do the same this sunday. You continue to show that you lack the most important and valuable virtue in wrestling. Consistency. I don’t have much to say to you. I know how this ends and I am fine with it. A third body in this match is a perfect tool to be used and that is exactly what you will be but unlike Finnegan who is more concerned with legacy, I am going to do what I do best and use every tool at my disposal to win. That includes you, Mr. Yorke. How fun! So continue to sit in silence, hopefully you’re training, or getting ready for the biggest match of your life but more likely than not, you’re hitting the pub. More likely, you’re having a laugh with your mates about how stupid we are for trying so hard. Odds are you haven’t thought about your match with Finnegan since Shock Value and you don’t even realize I’m in this match. But all joking aside… more realistically speaking, you’re likely in a rage that Finnegan took your title shot and had a nightmare like me inserted into it. Most likely you are furious that Finnegan ruined your one chance to win a singles match against him and prove that you belong here. Most likely you have are enraged at the fact that you’re going to have to step in the ring with the very best in this division and your odds went from fifty percent to about twenty percent. I want you to remember that this sunday. I want you to remember who did this to you. I want you to remember how for the first time in your career the road seemed open and you were well on your way to winning a championship match and you had a fire lit underneath you and it was exploding and it was Finnegan Wakefield who made sure to toss a bucket of water on you and leave you with nothing. And when this match is all over and I have the belt in my hands you can know that I wasn’t supposed to be in this match to begin with. That I wasn’t supposed to be in your way. That I wasn’t supposed to have stolen your shot but here I am and it’s all because of Finnegan Wakefield. The man who was willing to do anything he could to make sure you never hold a title in this company.

I hope to hear from you… and quite possibly hear from Finnegan too. I like to speak to his delusion. Be on the attack my friend! Hold your championship high, carry your cracked pride into the ring and the those heavy expectations with you. They will be your undoing. Don’t pull punches. I never asked you to do that and I don’t expect that you ever were. You issue a challenge to me to step up, but we both know that I don’t just have to meet your standard, but you must also meet mine. You’re right, this isn’t about hearsay, but we don’t need hearsay to look back at what has happened and know that you don’t have this in the bag. It doesn’t matter who has lost faith in you, but I find it terribly concerning that you ignore your lack of edge… I am going to teach you a valuable lesson on sunday. Honor is great for morale but at the end of the day it is the thieves who escape with the glory. Last year, I was newcomer that people though very little of. I walked into 2017 the Hardcore champion. This year you have decided to think little of me, and I can’t wait to walk into 2018 with the belt you have so bodaciously declared to be yours beyond a shadow of a doubt.”

McAdams steps up over the guy who took the head trauma earlier in the night and grabs him by the mask.

“Oy, dick head, you can stop pretending now. You’re going to need to get off your ass and actually fight me if you want what you were promised.” McAdams shakes he man’s head but he doesn’t move. He shrugs and then dumps his pipe ashes into the man’s face but he still doesn’t move. “Oh shite. This one’s out too. Guess there was no plan for this chap.” McAdams slides out of the ring and grabs his phone.

“Aye, I’ll need a couple of ya down here. Naw, they’re just… real beat up, and I’d rather you treat them here than at the hospital….” McAdams continues walking as the camera zooms back. “About 12 of them.”

As the camera pans back there are three more rings within this underground gym each with beat up men, groaning and sitting inside of them holding their heads as blood stains the mat.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 23rd 2017, 2:53 am by **Cody Marshall**

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! The Holiday season’s got me in a giving mood, so I’m gonna give each and every one of y’all a gift: the gift of watching the A-Lister ABSO-FUCKIN’-LUTELY WRECK Moongoose the Queen, Cameron Plastic-Tits, and El Nino or whatever the fuck his fucking name is! And maybe some free doughnuts and beer too, if that son of a bitch Kenny Drake clears it.

‘Cause you know my star power scares Kenny Drake. He can’t have me, the A-Lister, outshining his hand-picked goons. That goes to show you he don’t know jack shit about business, ‘cause you know, and I know, and THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS that Cody Marshall is best for business. Cody Marshall equals ratings. This ain’t rocket science, it’s stone cold facts. The world don’t wanna see Jamie O’Hara and Amadeus bitch-slap each other like the couple ‘a hundred fifty pound pussies they are, hell nah! The world wanna see Cody raise hell and kick ass. That’s why America can’t get enough of this Hollywood Hoss! But you ain’t gotta worry ‘cause y’all gonna be seeing a helluva lot more of me! I am gonna win this fatal-four way on Voltage, in front of my Los Angeles home crowd, and I’m gonna move on to ABSO-FUCKIN’-LUTELY WRECK Snark and Sherman at King of Elite and take my rightful throne as EAW Openweight Champion… it’s gonna be ABSO-FUCKIN’-LUTELY AMAZING. Or as Mongoose the Queen would say, *fabulous*.

Let’s get serious for a bit here (don’t worry y’all, it’ll be quick). I am the most dangerous man in this match. Can’t decide if Mongoose or Cam is the most Dangerous Woman though. How old is Ariana Grande again? Asking for a friend... Ok, let’s get serious for real this time. I am truly the most dangerous man, the most dangerous competitor in this match. My size and strength are Godlike. I’ve got the power to ABSO-FUCKIN-’LUTELY WRECK anyone who stands in my way. When I’m in BEAST MODE -- and I’m damn sure in BEAST MODE right now -- there ain’t nobody in the world who can stop me. But I ain’t just a one trick pony. I got speed, I got skill, I can hop up to the top rope and fly through the air like a Bald Eagle, baby! As a wrestler and as an actor, I’ve got range. I can be flashy or fly under the radar. I can get out of a jam with my strength or my smarts. I can be your hero or your villain. Sometimes I’m not even sure which one I am anymore (*Wink*).

I like to let the world know just how good I am, and I’ve damn sure earned that right. I’ve spent my whole life overcoming the odds. I grew up in small-town Texas, I ain’t never been handed shit. When I graduated high school I enlisted in the Marine Corps. At age 20 I was deployed to Iraq. When my first child was born, I didn’t get to be in the hospital by my wife’s side. I was stationed overseas, fighting for my life. I worked back-breaking jobs to put food on the table while I pursued my dream of becoming a pro wrestler, but I never gave up. I made it to EAW, kicked it into BEAST MODE, and within six months I was the New Breed Champion. I’ve been at the top of this business and at the bottom, I’ve been loved and hated and everything in between, I’ve become the star of Fox’s newest sitcom Bad Cops -- catch it after Voltage on Sunday! -- and the blockbuster premiering on Christmas Day, Rock Hard -- catch that one too! -- but no matter what happens, when tough times come around, I’ll make it through. ‘Cause tough times never last, but tough people do. Put that on a coffee mug.

Told ya I got range. You gotta blend the comedy in with a little bit of serious stuff, otherwise you just become El Ironico. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’d rather be Ironico than Mongoose the Queen. Then again, who wouldn’t? The world laughs AT Mongoose, not with him. Mongoose, Mongoose, Mongoose. I said it once and I’ll say it again: the reason you don’t get title opportunities is ‘cause you’re ABSO-FUCKIN’-LUTELY TRASH in the ring, and even worse with a mic in your small, small hands. And you know what they say about dudes with small hands. Especially when they’re Asian. Ahem, sorry, *Native American*. Yeah right. You’re Japanese and everyone knows it. Didn’t you say your name was supposed to be pronounced ‘MON-O-GO-SAY’ or some shit like that? More like ‘MON-O-SO-GAY’. Sorry, I just had to. So… where was I? I don’t go around telling people to call me ‘Cody MIRAGE-SHELL’. Mirage Shell… sounds like a great name for a movie now that I think of it. I’ll call up Michael Bay and ask him what he thinks.

I put the BEAST MODE into Voltage. I do things people have never even seen before. They say good things come in small packages, but sometimes they come in big packages too and I’m one of ‘em! I’m King-Sized, and my opponents this Sunday are “Fun-Sized”. That’s the polite way of saying they’re fucking small. All the better to toss around like ragdolls. Y’all are in for a show! I may just pick all these fuckers up at once and throw ‘em all into the crowd! You can crowdsurf Ironico, grab a handful of Cam’s ass, and… I don’t know what anybody would want to do to Mongoose, but whatever floats your boat I guess. Maybe shave his head. And yes, I know it’s not Mongoose, it’s Moongoose. But I also know you get ABSO-FUCKIN’-LUTELY TRIGGERED every time someone calls you Mongoose, and it makes for great TV. It’s the only time you’re anywhere near entertaining. Fortunately, the fans won’t be seeing any more of you ‘till January 13th, ‘cause it’s gonna be CODY ‘A-LIST’ MARSHALL REPPING VOLTAGE, KICKIN’ IT INTO BEAST MODE, AND WALKING OUT OF KING OF ELITE AS THE EAW OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Happy holidays and that’s a fucking wrap!

Re: EAW Promoz! December 22nd 2017, 9:31 pm by **Jack Ripley**

(Jack can be seen with his tag team title on one shoulder, and his newly acquired Tag Team of the Year trophy in his hand. He's standing in front of the RAD Betting agency door frame that's conveniently wherever they go, in some random part of the arena. It is decked out for the holidays, as they have there holiday party coming up. He's smiling having a good time, enjoying life, you know the usual. Jack has a lot to smile about, and he's going to tell you why right about now)

I sure have a lot to smile about these days. As you can see I'm a highly decorated athlete in EAW. I'm on my third tag team title reign with my best friend David Davidson, and now we are being recognized as the best tag team in all of EAW. Does this surprise anyone? Well if it does then you've been living under a rock for this entire year. All we did was run right through the entire tag team division, and flush out all who opposed us. We thinned the herd and showed who exactly belongs here in EAW. We beat legends, Robbie V, Brian Daniels, Lannister, Ares Vendetta, and Lioncross just to name a few. We had classic contest against the Triumvirate, a match of the year candidate. I myself have had my fair share of singles success as of late, as I went to the semi finals of the King of Elite tournament until a little jealous little gnat got in the way. But that doesn't matter, I've more than showed what I'm capable of in that ring, we both have; and as we close out 2017 as your tag team champions, and Tag Team of the Year, we can only look back and reflect on what was. I expect nothing more than a million thank you letters in my mailbox by January 1st for all the good times that we have provided you. Especially from Lioncross who we retired. A guy that was flopping big time in EAW after such a long storied career, a guy that was embarrassing, and tarnishing his legacy every second he remained here. And Brian Daniels another guy that just retired, surely we had a hand in that. Lannister, Robbie V, all of these guys that were thought to be the be all end all of EAW fell flat on their face when they went up against the best, and now? They're all gone. Now I won't take all the credit for it, but I will take a majority. You're welcome EAW, we got rid of all the useless old men that were clogging up all the pipes for all the younger talent to bust through. Now in your main events we're getting Ryan Marx.. Someone we beat... Rex McAllister.. Someone I beat.. And even on a lesser scale Nobi! Also someone that we beat. Sooo as the days wind down for 2017, you're welcome for all the memories that we provided you. You're welcome for being able to expose all the talent that you thought were good, but found to be nothing more than hot air. Don't worry it doesn't end there, no no, The High Rollerz will high step into 2018 with the same amount of vigor that we've had for all of our careers. Even with all the success, and the accolades that we've procured, I'm still not happy. You see there was a sub category for awards that were handed out. This marked the decade anniversary of EAW, and there was a specific category that they decided to come up with that seemed right down the High Rollerz ally. Tag Team of the Decade award, and you look up and down the card for who were candidates and it was embarrassing. Not for us, but for this company. It listed a bunch of tag teams that may have lasted for about 6 months, who don't have half the amount of success that we had. The High Rollerz, 3 time, and current Tag Team Champions not even nominated for the award? Well something smells fishy to me, because how could the actual tag team of the decade not even be nominated? What because we've only been here for a year? Bullshit. If that's the case what does that say about the tag team that won tag team of the decade huh? We've already surpassed them, people already know we're going into the hall of fame and it only took a year. Long rant kept short, The High Rollerz were screwed. As compensation I would like to throw out an idea. The High Rollerz vs. Whoever won the tainted bullshit award. To see who actually deserves to call themselves Tag Team of the decade, and I guarantee you that the High Rollerz, aka, the best Tag Team in all of history, would whoop there asses all over whatever shitty town we happen to be in that day.

Speaking of Also Known As, I face him this week actually. Also known as aka Aka, I don't know much, if anything about you I'll be straight up. I've had a hard time trying to come up with anything about you. I wish I did, had I known anything I'm sure I could bring it up, because everyone has some dirt. But there wasn't anything that I could find, nothing worth mention. I searched high, and low to figure out who the hell Aka Manah is, but eh. I couldn't find much of anything at all. I just wanted some facts on you, facts that would give hard evidence that I am better, and that I will beat you on Saturday. I know I don't need them because Jack Ripley is top tier, top shelf, you can't find anyone better, but I don't like just throwing my facts at people with nothing to base it on. That makes me seem like I don't know what I'm talking about. How can you say that you're better than someone when you don't even know who they are? I mean it could be said that if you don't have anything on someone that the reason for that is that they don't have anything worth mention. Or it could be said that they don't have anything on them because they like to keep a low profile. Maybe he's just too new, and hasn't had much of a career to have notoriety. I don't know what the reason was, I just wasn't able to find anything about you other than the a few things. I know you were on Dynasty, and you actually got your first FPV win not that long ago. As a reward what happened? You were shipped here to Showdown, and I get the honor of welcoming you to the blue brand. I don't know your story obviously, but what I do know is that you're going to lose to me, and that's all I really need to know. How can I know this? Well obviously, put it simply, I'm better than you. Don't get let this get you down and befuddled, I'm better than the entire roster. I will say I kind of feel bad though, you're leaving that cesspool known as Dynasty, which must feel good. Only to come here and take a loss in your first match with your newly found freedom. I know that you heard what I had to say earlier about how The High Rollerz are the goat. And you heard of all the things that we've been able to accomplish, and you're intimidated. I get it, any moral man would be intimidated. I don't want you to piss yourself in the ring you know? It'll become this whole thing where I don't want you to touch me because your piss pants, it's just gross man. So to stop that from happening I'll try to ease the pain any way I can. I will just say that I'm definitely putting down a wager that Jack Ripley will once again come out victorious, and maybe, just maybe, be a key factor as to why someone quit EAW. I'm sorry to say it also known as, but if you were thinking that you could start anew on Showdown and forget all your Dynasty problems here, then you were mistaken. There will be no fresh start, there will be no resurgence, it will be you floundering once again. Jack Ripley isn't someone that people can gain a name off of, he is someone that puts people in their places. He's someone that beats sense into peoples minds, and shows them they shouldn't reach for the stars. Aka there is no light at the end of the tunnel here, there is no hope. I know Christmas is the time of miracles but this isn't 34th street. I'm not Santa Clause, and I don't care about your happiness. All I care about is going into that ring, showing everyone why I am one of the best, getting my hand raised, and getting out of there. Then I'm going to go home and enjoy the holidays with my wife and family. I suggest after this weekend, after you get beat up and bettered, that you do the same. Only when you're sitting at your dinner table with you family, with all the laugher, and smiling faces, I ask you to think. Think if all of this is worth it. Is putting your body on the line, getting nowhere in your career, being made a fool of.. Is all of it worth it? But despite this I would like you to have a Merry Christmas. Therefore before your departure I will be giving you a free High Rollerz shirt.. with just a slight donation needed. Anyways see you tomorrow.

(Jack opens the door to the RAD Betting Agency, walks inside, and closes the door. Camera fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! December 22nd 2017, 10:26 am by **Kevin Devastation**

I Won't Back Down...

...Stand Me Up At The Gates Of Hell...

...Gonna Stand My Ground.

I want you to come full force with the power of an army Nathan. I want you to come by land, sea, and air. I want you at your very best Nathan, that way when you get set down you have no excuse left to say when you look at yourself later that evening. But I want you to realize something my very cunning friend. A battle forged onward by pride is doomed to fail from the very get go, because you prove my point when you say it Nathan. You are heir apparent to Kevin Devastations pride, you are the one to take upon that curse. Very fitting if you ask me young man, very fitting indeed. Because this battle, the longer it goes you will expend every ounce of energy, every bit of your furious assault on striking me down in the name of your pride. It will happen and you will strike me down, in that furious and prideful assault you will take every shot you can to end this before it begins. One thing you forget though Nathan, I can take it and I can pick my opening, and trust me I only need one. Because after you exhaust yourself and expend everything then the real battle begins. Anybody can win the opening round, its like taking a pawn in chess Nathan, just because you strike first does not mean you strike last. The longer this goes the more it will favor me, because I know what will happen inside this match. You have no clue of the battlefield, you have no clue exactly what will happen. I do find it funny that you have this much pride in you about your assault...ripping the deed from my corpse...tearing my eyes out...you think that at any stage of my career that I am gonna lay down and take that without a fight? Without any kind of defense? Foolish child, that's what I think of you as at this point in time, thinking that you can throw me into a fiery pit of hell. You see when you throw a fish into water, does he drowned? By throwing me into a fiery pit of "lava" all you do is put me into the fire that I already know so well Nathan. Take heed young man, and learn this next lesson well. No matter what you do, no matter what you think can be done to me to end me...bigger and better men have tried it. Legends have tried to end me, the greatest of all time have tried to take me down a peg and put me into a retirement home. Funny thing is though, most of the men who tried to end me are not here anymore and here I stand.

...And I Won't Back Down...

...March Me Through Those Fiery Gates Of Hell...

...And I'll Stand My Ground...

So allow me to give you an analogy my young friend, allow me to tell you a age old story that reaches from one side of the globe to the other. That is the story of the old lion and the young lion, where the young lion does everything in his power to take down the old lion and be the leader of the pride. The old lion is ill, his limbs do not move as well as they used to, his teeth may not be as sharp as they once were. But deep inside still beats the heart of a lion, not of a mouse, not of a fox, a gazelle or a damn giraffe. THE HEARTBEAT STILL BEATS THAT STRONG LION BLOOD THROUGH THE VEINS OF THAT OLD LION, AND GIVEN THE MOMENT THAT BLOOD WILL PUMP FASTER AND WITH MORE VERACITY THAN ANYBODY EVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE AGAIN! That young lion forgets that, as he is cocky, as he is brash, and as he has taken a few swipes at that elder lion before and he did nothing to combat it. And when that young lion comes to take his rightful place, to lead his pride into the world, he then realizes that in his haste he forgot one thing and one thing only...THAT OLD LION HAS EVERY BIT OF PRIDE HE DOES, BUT HAS THE WISDOM DEEP INSIDE TO USE THAT VERACITY TO ITS TRUE POTENTIAL AND NOT WASTEFULLY LIKE A YOUNG DELUSIONAL BOY...And then you look around that old lions den Nathan, you look around his home and you see that he is not alone, that you soon will join your brothers in arms, as part of the few other young and reckless lions whose bones have made there home in this old lions den. Consider the den full of horror when you see that the spirits of much larger lions have tried, that much greater lions have tried. Then when you realize that the truth I speak is your reality Nathan, you will see that you are in that den of fallen lions, that you are in that home where the horrors reside...that you are face to face with that old lion that is Kevin Devastation...that you are inside his own personal House Of Horrors...And that the reality of the situation is that you really just don't know who the hell you fucked with this Christmas Eve. But since your still a delusional boy, I will send Santa a letter for you, asking for one gift only. A few sacks of blood of your type, because you look like you've got a lot of blood to give...and my House Of Horrors needs a new coat of crimson paint.

There will be no termination, there will be no burning, and there will be no dying on my end Nathan. But I want you and your pride to bring the fight like there will be, get struck down and see the true reality in facing me. Bring everything you got and try to put me down, and look and see that you will be the one to die trying...

...As I'll Never Back Down...

...March Through The Gates Of My Hell...

...And See I Stand My Ground.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 22nd 2017, 8:04 am by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 88: Disappointment

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"I guess the emotion I am feeling right now is disappointment. Disappointment in the amount of fight my opposition brings to this New Breed Championship match. In the case of Harvey Yorke, the lack thereof. My patience is waning and dwindling thin. What is taking so long to hear the proclamations of the supposedly opposing threats to my championship? Why has the battle cries I was expecting from my alleged usurpers been replaced by the sounds of crickets? Perhaps they are not taking this opportunity seriously. Perhaps they are not taking ME seriously. Jon McAdams at the very least gave me the impression that he is planning on seizing the opportunity before him, albeit not saying much to state a serious claim. With Harvey Yorke, I have yet to hear anything at all. Where is this sadistic natured brute that spent weeks leading up to this match saying he would defy my limits? Is he lurking in the shadows waiting for his opportunity to strike? Or is he using those shadows to hide from the writing on the wall? Either way, it is a disappointing display. Where is the threat that should have the hairs standing on the back of my neck? In this kind of stipulation, a Triple Threat, I am expected to have the feeling of the latter -- a imposing threat. I am expected to have eyes in the back of my head at all times. But I don’t sense an incoming threat -- a lurking fear. Jon McAdams made himself a blip on my radar, showing that he is at the very least going to try to pull this championship from my clutches. Strong emphasis on ‘try’. Yorke hasn’t even managed to accomplish the status of a blip yet. The clock is ticking down, the day is upon us, and yet here I am sitting on the edge of my seat watching the seconds tick away. Only to be rewarded for my patience with nothing. If this is the game we are going to play, don’t expect me to be sitting idly by in silence twiddling my thumbs or sitting on my hands whistling a jolly tune. This match to me means everything. Not only is my championship on the line, but also my pride as a champion of EAW. I have heavy expectations to uphold. I am expected to show no less than my all every time I am in that ring or while holding a microphone in my hands. I refuse to sit patiently for my opposition to make a move. As the old saying goes; you snooze, you lose.

McAdams has always been a man driven by his greed. He has always had the push to achieve more, by whatever means he has to. I call most of these methods gutless, most of his greatest accomplishments coming with the assistance of others. He defeated a Hall of Famer in Drastik to win a brief stint as the Hardcore Champion but swept the assistance from his former ally Mike Showman and the paying off of Carson Ramsey to win the title under the rug. I understand his way of thinking. I understand in the mind of someone who just wants more, the ends justify the means. I understand the idea that you can just take what you want regardless of how much or how little you deserve it. But I don’t respect it. I don’t respect these low ideologies that narrate the story of a petty thief. Only men of weak determination steal a trophy, only the men who put in the effort to obtain it earn the right to hold it. To hold this specific trophy, I had to struggle. I had to lick my own wounds, eat my crow and put up with the mindless obnoxious dribble of the champions prior to stand here today with the title of New Breed Champion and this piece of gold and silver that I hold highly and proudly over my head. Despite it all, I never spent a day laying on my back in the misery of defeat. Not once did I ever play the victim of circumstance. That is why I am the champion going into this match on December 24th. This is why I am going to still be the champion in the fallout by December 25th. Because I won’t have my efforts to obtain this rank go to waste. I won’t have it stolen away from me by a petty thief. I won’t live to see the day where I hand off this championship to a man of weaker conviction. This is why I won’t be succeeded by someone like Jon McAdams. Effective as these methods may be against the likes of others, they will not be the methods used to dethrone me as the New Breed Champion. Not now, not ever. My pride won’t allow it. And McAdams knows that all too well. He experienced it for himself. He experienced how far I was willing to push my body and my passion just to uphold my pride. I put my body through the worst pain I could have possibly imagined. A man with a weaker determination to uphold his pride wouldn’t have been able to pull himself up. Yet here I stand, undeterred and unshaken. With that knowledge, he no longer hides behind his arrogance. He no longer hides behind his wealth. He no longer hides behind the twists he inserts to the narratives and the cinematic theatrics behind them. He now only fights with the facts of the matter at hand. And those facts don’t tell a story that favors Jon McAdams and his methods. He can only hope and go all in on a bet that he’ll be able to steal it from under me. He sits at the table holding a crappy hand. All he has left is to hope that I am bluffing with the grin on my face. Will he call? Or will he fold? It doesn’t matter which he chooses, I have the Royal flush. In layman's terms, I have the conviction to retain despite the odds.

Harvey Yorke, on the other hand, is a man driven by wrath. A man that feels that he was robbed of opportunities to be one of the best in the world. He took some time away, went on the retreat to collect himself. He came back with a single mission; to challenge me for this New Breed Championship. He didn’t cut the line, he earned his spot as the rightful contender. But where is he now? Back in retreat, hiding in silence that speaks a thousand words. What has me so curious is the reasons as to why he has been so quiet? Does he no longer feel up to the challenge now that it is mere days away? Or is it because he has already seen that in a way he is already dragging behind? Regardless of the reason, it is gutless to be going so quietly into the night. I have tired all the methods I can to get him to at the very least state his claims, but all have been to no avail. Now I am seeing it is pointless to chip away at the glass that holds down Harvey Yorke from elevating himself further up the ranks, at this rate he can only bash his skull against the glass ceiling until it finally shatters. For three days now, I have been eagerly awaiting the proclamation of a worthy challenger from Harvey Yorke only to be met with the sounds of silence. And in that silence, I have heard surrender. That is what disappoints me most. I have nothing to prove against a man who bows to the winds of my triumph. I am not almighty, I am not omnipotent, but I am also not subservient to the challenge of an empty husk of a challenger. I see no drive on display. I see no determination in the eyes. I see no success in the future of Harvey Yorke. He has no one to blame but himself. When he wakes up on December 25th without this championship to his name, it will be due to his own fault. And that to me is the greatest disappointment of them all. He never had the initiative to light the flame under his own ass, even with championship glory in sight. A man driven by wrath who imposes no threat. A man driven by wrath who presents no challenge. To the likes of him, I can not lose this championship. To someone who no longer has the tendencies of a predator, I can not lose this championship to someone who has resorted to being prey. Harvey, if this is your will to squander your opportunity to call yourself a champion, so be it. The result will be due to your own undoing. But give me something. Give me something to believe you have even a fighting chance. Give me a reason why you’ll defy the limits that I push through. Give me the proclamation of a challenger worthy to become a champion.

Don’t expect me to sit in silence, lads. Don’t believe me the kind to wait on the two of you to make your moves. Like you will come to find out on the Christmas Eve edition of Voltage, Finnegan Wakefield is always on the attack. With my championship, my pride and my expectations on the line, I don’t plan on pulling a single punch. Give me everything you have, both in your words and in your actions. If not, you will not see championship glory first hand. You will only bare witness to mine as it continues to march on through all the shadows of doubt. I have heard the backstage whispers of my reign as champion. I have heard many of my peers claim that this person deserves to be the champion, how that person should have dethroned me by now. What they haven't realized is that being a champion is not a matter of popularity. To be a champion is not a matter of public opinion, it doesn't even come into the equation. To hear the whispers of "Harvey Yorke will be the New Breed Champion" or "Jon McAdams is underrated and deserves the New Breed Championship", it is sad to see. Sad to see that my peers don't necessarily believe these people are rightful champions, but merely want to see my fall. To see me flying like Icarus, hoping that my wings burn up from the sun so they can watch me plummet back down to earth. I am a man of honor. I am a man who chose his path and is sticking to it through the thick and thin. If people have lost faith in me because I lack a newfound edge, that is fine by me. At the end of the day, it just culminates in more people to prove wrong. I will be the New Breed Champion regardless of opinion, because I fight to deserve it."

Re: EAW Promoz! December 21st 2017, 11:45 pm by **Darkane**

Dynasty II

RING!

The cashier of a run-down gas station convenience store jolts up at the sound of the door opening and quickly hides the latest edition of Hustler Magazine he was choking his chicken too. In came a man who looked a little worse for wear, reeking of booze and stale farts, his long and squiggly hair spun down past his shoulders, as the menacing man was eyeing a bag of Chex Mix.

"Hey, you can't smoke in here!" The cashier barked out towards the stoic man who completely ignored him.

"Hey greasy fuck, are you deaf or dumb?!" The cashier blatantly insults the man who turns his head, revealing to be none other than Darkane, a few bruises on his face and a dab of toilet paper on his chin covering up a shaving cut.

"Neither, I just don't give a fuck." Darkane said finishing his cigarette and putting it out on the counter and slinging the bag of Chex Mix he plucked out onto it as well.

"Don't give me that look, I'm hungover and I don't need your shit." Darkane said.

The cashier sighed, "Is this all for today?"

"Ye-- no wait, gimme one of those scratch tickets, I don't care which one." The cashier did as he was told and swiped it under the red UV light.

"That'll be $4.95," The cashier said.

"$4.95? No wonder you stores get robbed all the time, keep the change fuckwit." Darkane slapped a torn five dollar bill on the counter, took his items and headed outside, exchanging looks with a husky man who wore a deer covered camouflage hunting jacket as he passed Darkane.

"Take a picture it'll last longer you fucking queef." Darkane spat towards the man who scowled back. Darkane eyed a nearby bench that sat against the bricks of the convenience store and took a seat.

"People, I swear, as we create so we destroy." Darkane blurted out and noticed the cameraman approaching him.

"Let's see if I have any good fortune today Nasir, according to this scratch ticket, titled Stocking Stuffer, it says match any of your numbers to either of the winning numbers, win a prize for that number. Reveal a gift symbol, win double that prize for that symbol. Win up to 30,000 dollars. Seems simple enough let's give 'er a go." Darkane sunk his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket and pulled out a nickel.

"Alright Thomas Jefferson, I'm banking on your ass. Come on baby!" Darkane hurriedly scratched his winning numbers.

"7, 15" Darkane smirked and showed the camera, scratching off the rest of the numbers, his smirk turning into an irritated stern look.

"Son of a bitch. Nothing. Fucking nothing. A perfect example of what fortune or lack thereof does for you." He slings the scratch ticket against the window of the store.

"People all around alike pray to a god that isn't real and to a lesser degree, believe in something that is about as reliable as finding sasquatch shit along a forest trail. That's the problem with you, Nasir. You believe in something that is fabricated and something that doesn't belong, you see so many of these fraudulent shyster scam artists pretending to be mythical voodoo queens trying to make a quick buck whether it'd be telling your fortune or reading tarot cards that she printed from Office Max. She isn't going to predict your future and why the fuck would you want that anyway? That defeats the purpose of living life. You still have to nut up, go out and do it yourself. She took you under your wing out of pity anyway because your parents burnt to a crisp, she was the one who tucked you in at night and she was the one who spoiled you rotten, so I understand that you might think of her as the all-seeing eye, it's too bad she wasn't there before your parents got barbequed or else it may have been prevented right? She could have seen it coming and saved their lives and what a way to fucking go. I've been burned by my fair share of cigarettes that dropped in my lap and even in the few seconds it lasted it doesn't feel too good and to have your flesh peel oh so slowly, fuck, that must have felt like hell, which is probably where they ended up anyway after giving birth to such a gullible fuck like you, but don't fret, I'm sure one of these days she'll get lucky and predict something right and then all faith will be restored. You might say that you've known her all your life and she would never lie or betray you. People are selfish Nasir, that's the way things work, people lie all the damn time. Me? I'm a straight shooter. For example, I felt no shame in going up to one of those bell-ringing Santas the other day who are apart of the Salvation Army and punching him in the mouth and stealing the haul he made in a day's work. You always want to wait until the end of their shift too, that's when you can really rack in the bucks. If I need money and I need it fast around Christmas, that's a great way to do it. Is it a scummy thing to do? Yeah, it sure is, but look who you're fucking talking to. The point is, I'm honest. I'm not going to hide behind the shadow of a fortune teller. When we meet on Dynasty, she won't be there in your corner, you'll be one on one with a monster, who has the King of Elite crown in his eyes. She won't come save you, she won't cast a spell on me, because I'm immune to that shit, I'm real and I'm in the flesh."

Darkane opens the bag of Chex Mix he bought and rummages through it with his fingers.

"I'll admit, I'm picky, I only like the pretzels."

Darkane tosses a few pretzels in his mouth and eyes the people filling their cars up with gas.

"The King of Elite crown isn't just for bragging rights, there's a lot on the line. For the first time ever, I would be looked at in a main event light. Don't get me wrong, I adore my Hardcore Championship more than life itself, but to reach the top; the absolute pinnacle is something that at the beginning of my career seemed unobtainable. What about you Nasir? What is your end game? You've slain mighty dragons in the past, you've overcome insurmountable odds in insurmountable scenarios which is extremely impressive, but you haven't been able to reach your peak, which is disappointing. You have all the talent in the world, but the reason people underestimate you and the reason you tend to go unnoticed more often than not when you're sharing the limelight with main event talent is that you haven't grabbed that brass ring. It has always alluded you in one way or another. You need to shatter that glass ceiling with one of your ether kicks or else you'll go down in the record books as good, no, great even, but not a star and certainly not an icon. Winning the King of Elite does exactly that and that's probably why now more than ever, you have a giant chip on your shoulder. Your story, it almost makes me want to root for you and I probably would if the circumstances were any different. There's nothing quite like an underdog tale. But it ends on Dynasty, you're going to be finishing the year with a bang, so when you finally wake up in 2018, after I've sent your ass straight into the hospital and you watch what went down on Dynasty as the IVs twist into your body, you'll know deep down inside that I'm not like Ahren Fournier who writes checks his ass can't cash. I'm not like Jacob Senn who is a prisoner of his own rage. I'm a whole different animal. You said that I need to prove you wrong and you're begging me to do so, but I think it's you yourself that needs to prove you wrong, I know there's a seed of doubt that dwells inside of your mind of not being able to win the big one. I sense that you're nervous that if you fail, what will be the aftermath? What will be the fallout of Nasir Moore yet again shitting the bed when it matters most? Will you follow a path like that of The Pizza Boy? Where you go into hiding and attempt to find yourself again? Will you sink beneath the surface never to be seen or heard from again? I'll tell you this: When I failed to capture the National Elite Championship from Rex McAllister I blamed myself, I viciously abused myself the day after; pulling table splinters out of my ass and hitting myself in the face over and over again but then I realized, it was a learning experience for any future opportunities that may come my way and I shouldn't take it for granted. I should take solace in the fact that I pushed Rex to his absolute limit. Low and behold a few months later I end up winning the Hardcore Championship and I've never looked back since. I never gave up on my aspirations. There's a lesson to be learned in defeat. So keep your chin up Nas. You'll need to after Dynasty. Or else you will hit rock bottom. Which is a place that you don't ever want to be, it's otherworldly, it's unearthly, it's sickening and it's a place that devours you whole and dissects you until nothing is left. I felt like a hit rock bottom when I lost to Rex McAllister but I didn't, it was just a blip in the radar and it was something that I could recover fro--"

"Yo yo yo, you lookin for a hit my man?" A black man with turd locks who looks like he could be on the 8 mile casting rejected list approaches Darkane.

Darkane eyes him up and down,

"A hit of what?" Darkane inquires.

"Biggest blunts in Sacramento, check it homie!" The black man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small half assed blunt that doesn't seem to impress Darkane.

"That's it? I've smoked doobies as big as your mother's clit, get lost, that's amateur hour, I could barely get a buzz off of that shit." Darkane states.

"Bitch you wack, this right here gets me high as a motha fuckin' kite." The black man tries to explain.

"That's because you're around five feet tall and about thirty pounds, I could fart in your direction and you'd go back into the hood, claiming it's the best thing since sliced bread. I've dealt with your types before, jumping on any new shit that hits the streets and bandwagoning on it until it fades out. You should try a dose of Love Boat and then we can talk." Darkane suggests.

"Love Boat? The fuck man?" The black man who is clearly irritated yet curious asks.

"Marijuana dipped in formaldehyde, that shit is nasty and turns you into a schizophrenic lunatic." Darkane informs him.

"Whatever man, do you want a hit or not?" The fed-up black man asks.

"NO." Darkane raises his voice which sends a flock of mourning doves flying away.

"Dayum man! Take it easy bro."

"Don't tell me what to do, get lost." Darkane commands him and he obliges, skittering off and approaching someone else who looked sketchy.

"You see that Nasir? That's an example of a man who has hit rock bottom. He's got nothing better to do than to hassle people that want absolutely nothing to do with him because he craves attention. That's a place where you don't want to be like I said, but it's a place where I'm going to send you, I have to, it needs to be done in order for me to advance to the finals. Rock bottom needs to be a way of life for you going forward. I will not rest until you're trapped down in there, wallowing in your own self-pity at what could have been, what should have been, but ultimately ended in what has been the constant result of your career and that is coming up just short of the mark. I might have the Hardcore Championship to fall back on if all goes to shit but I didn't make it this far to lose, just because I have the Hardcore Championship as a security blanket doesn't mean it will sit right with me if I come up short. The King of Elite crown is much too precious to let go by the wayside. I'm not going to stand idly by and let you waltz into the final only to be devoured by Theron or Keelan, you would fail Dynasty and you would put Dynasty in a shameful light. You would be blinded by the moment, the festive atmosphere, the intensity of it all and you would shrink back into that red-headed orphan that Hamasa discovered but this time? She wouldn't nurture you, she'd simply skip on by, she wouldn't notice you, you would be just another pretty face at the orphanage. Why? Because you're not the 'one' she's looking for. Maybe I am the one she's looking for Nas. Maybe she has fooled you all along into thinking that you're fucking special, but in reality, she has grown sick and tired of your constant shortcomings, but when she looks at me she sees a success story, she's sees something she can invest her time and interest in. She sees potential, something she can get behind. She sees a man's man and not a little ginger orphan boy like you. Maybe then you'll realize that people truly fucking suck and shouldn't be trusted, but nah, you're too delusional Nas. You're too cheerful and it only fuels my fire to drag you down into the depths where I make my residence. I almost want to apologize to Hamasa, I know this must be hard to hear all of this negativity about Nas, but the truth hurts. It's like the sharpness of a machete cutting through your very flesh. I'm almost sorry you had to take such a disappointment under your wing, I'm almost sorry that he pissed himself silly in bed until he was seventeen and you've gone through so many rubber piss sheets that your whole house has a permanent rancid aroma. I'm almost sorry that the only thing that will remain of Nasir on Dynasty is the discouraged and deflated soul in that ring, but we should remember Nas for all of the good times right? Remember him for his youthful enthusiasm, remember him for his never-ending self-confidence, for his positive outlook on life but above all else remember him for the onslaught that took place on the last episode of Dynasty in 2017 at the hands of Darkane for it will be something that nobody will ever forget."

Darkane unzips his leather jacket, revealing his Hardcore Championship around his waist, spreading his arms on either side of the bench.

"You claim that you're the best wrestler alive and that's a mighty bold claim albeit generic. How can you be the best wrestler alive when you haven't done as much as you should have in order to back up that claim? Just because you don't back down from challenges doesn't make you the best wrestler alive. In my estimation, if somebody is the best wrestler alive, they would be holding championship after championship, accolade after accolade and completely dominating their opponents with ease. I don't see that in you Nas, I get that you have a tremendous amount of natural ability, but I feel like you're overestimating yourself. I look at people like Jamie O'Hara as the best wrestler alive or Ares Vendetta, or Mr. DEDEDE. The latter of which you aspire to be like, but lets face it, you couldn't hold his jock on your best day. It's great to have influences, I have mine believe it or not, you have yours, but being a carbon copy of your idols doesn't set you apart, it joins you together with countless superstar upon superstar who try to be something they're not. Being the best wrestler alive doesn't mean strictly in-ring skill either, it's how you handle pressure and adversity, it's how you would handle being in that triple threat match against Theron and Keelan which wouldn't be very well, in fact, it would be a disaster waiting to happen as I've explained. It's how you carry yourself no matter what situation you're thrown into, it's about expecting the unexpected and you will have to do all of that and more in order to slay me come Dynasty. I'm not just some hotshot rookie anymore, I'm past that stage now, I've cemented myself in the upper echelon of the Dynasty roster. You seem so damn sure of yourself that you're going to get past me when you say that people who believe in Darkane and believe that he will beatdown Nas are straight up delusional and need to be admitted into an insane asylum immediately. Is that so? People are allowed to think what they want, I don't think that it's delusional at all, I think it's a very real scenario for you so you say those things because you're afraid of the truth Nasir and what if you do fail? Then you'll have nobody to blame or point fingers at but yourself and I'll make sure Hamasa isn't there to wipe your tears, I'll make sure that your fans will turn their backs on you in an instant and head for the exits after all is said and done. I'll make sure that your heart which is currently filled with glee shrivels into a black, repugnant dried up and shriveled shell of its former self. So that when you do wake up in that hospital that I mentioned earlier you'll be begging the nurse to pull the fucking plug and put an end to your misery, so that when you do finally kick the bucket you can reunite with your long-lost parents, who are bathing in a lake of fire."

Darkane stands up and stretches, patting his Hardcore Championship proudly, throwing his hair back and peering into the distance.

"Be thankful for what you have while you have it Nas, because once Dynasty rolls around, it will be gone in the blink of an eye. Be thankful for Hamasa, go to her, give her a kiss on the cheek and maybe fingerbang her if you're feeling up to it. My opinion? I think you should say goodbye, for this will be the last time you see her for a long while. Relish the opportunities you have with her, relish in the fact that you have your freedom, because you're going to be locked in that ring with me and you're not going to be the same after you walk out. Nobody is the same after they face me, ask anybody who has and you won't be any different."

Darkane flips the cameraman the bird, turns around and vanishes into the distance.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 21st 2017, 11:28 pm by **Tomi Venus**

Cracks in the Foundation

Dynasty: Two

I’m listening to the Earth breathe. Hearing our Mother tell me to have patience. Telling me that the time to strike is not yet, but soon. With time the cracks in the foundation will reveal themselves to me and so will the time to strike. But that time is not right now. The days however bring us closer and closer to the moment where this place crumbles by my hand! If I stand on top of the remains laughing in the face of everything EAW once stood for it will make no difference to me whether or not there is an audience. If I stand alone with nobody there I will still have accomplished my goal because the attention means nothing! The fame, the fortune, and everything that goes with it fails to stand with any prominence next to the heart of EAW beating its final beats in the palm of my hand.

Jacob Moore places value in the trivial things that this establishment represents and I seek to destroy. Saying I wasted my opportunity at the spotlight by not living up to the potential of Target Smiles, but that merely goes to show the difference in objectives between Moore and I. To think my vendetta against the corporate ego that goes by EAW has to do with what happened between the higher ups and myself years ago is to paint me as a narcissist. Don’t you see Jacob? I’m here to serve the common good. The ring we step in, the money that goes into it, the stations that broadcast, and the people who watch are all blemishes on the face of society! To rid these things is to cleanse the world and make it a better place, even if only slightly. I am exterminating a scourge from humanity. I am not a wannabe madman, I am clearly the least delusional member of this roster! Of course many will disagree but that means absolutely nothing!

The voices who dub Tomi Venus delusional are simply sheep that a wolf like me has no reason to pay mind to. They are simply sheep who at dusk will face my slaughter! Then, by dawn when the farmer comes to tend to his livestock he will find the corpses of his investments. He will find me and look into my eyes as their blood drips from my jaws, and if he is lucky he’ll be able to draw his shotgun and blow my brains out before I rip out his throat… but even if he does it will be too late.

Jacob Moore isn’t going to win on Dynasty, but even if he does the clock won’t stop ticking! Every moment we come closer and closer. I wait patiently not for my turn but for my opening. I listen to the soft murmurs of the great Mother that the rest are too distracted to hear. She tells me things they are afraid to hear. Things none of you are willing to accept! Hehehe… You’re all so wrapped up in wins and losses and accolades and titles that you don’t know where the pressure is. The weak point that spells the difference between EAW being a super power and crashing into the depths of darkness. What will lead us into the end! There is a crack in the foundation that will reveal itself to me in time and Jacob Moore is not that crack. Jacob Moore is nothing but another floor board to violently rip out hoping that it might bring me closer to finding what I’m looking for.

If it doesn’t… Onto the next board...

Re: EAW Promoz! December 21st 2017, 11:22 pm by **Cody Marshall**

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Cody Marshall, here with a little holiday gift-giving idea for y’all! What better way to celebrate the holidays than to buy your loved ones a ticket to ROCK HARD, 2017’s biggest blockbuster film, premiering CHRISTMAS DAY! Have you ever wanted to see me do a keg stand? How about Superbad star Michael Cera? Animal House, Van Wilder, Total Frat Movie: all incredible works of art. But ROCK HARD is on a whole ‘nother level. ROCK HARD is the entire college experience wrapped up into one kickass movie, so I'm tellin' ya: DON'T MISS IT!

Our director told us a little joke yesterday, and it went a little like this. What’s the difference between Harvey Weinstein and Santa Claus? Santa stopped at three ho’s! Three. It’s an interesting number, isn’t it? On our special Christmas Eve edition of Sunday Night Voltage, LIVE from the city of Angels, LA’s hottest up-and-coming STAR -- that’s me! -- destroys THREE MIDGETS for YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE!

Let’s break down the “competition”, and I use that word loosely ‘cause let’s face it: there ain’t no competition in this match.

In one corner, we have Mongoose McQueen. Emphasis on the QUEEN. It’s a good thing he ain’t on Showdown ‘cause I got a feelin’ he’d like to be feelin’ up on Lucas’ little Johnson. I bet he’s gonna come out -- heh -- to “Last Christmas” by George Michael this Sunday. I don’t know if it’s just ‘cause I grew up in Texas or what, but I still don’t trust no man who uses that much hair product. Mongoose is the most… how should we say it… *flamboyant* dude I’ve ever seen, and I once did a short film with Neil Patrick Harris!

Mongoose the type that would help his ex move her stuff into her new boyfriend's house.

Mongoose the type that comes out the shower with a towel wrapped around his head.

Mongoose the type to post comments on porn websites.

Mongoose the type to text another dude goodnight at 3:00 am.

Mongoose is that dude that'll stop you mid-conversation just to wipe a smudge off your face.

Mongoose is the type of dude to have a chick in his bed and say "not today baby I just wanna cuddle".

Mongoose McQueen is THAT FUCKING GUY who will dance with a girl at the club then text her later saying “what are we?”.

Moongoose the type that walks in on his girl cheating on him and then says "sorry I came at the wrong time!". I have a feeling Mongoose has lots of experience with coming at the wrong time. And yeah, I know it’s Moongoose, not Mongoose, but I also know how triggered you get when I call you Mongoose. Man, you think you’re above guys like me and Ironico ‘cause you’re a… I can’t even pretend to know why you think you’re so good, but you ain’t. YOU are the biggest joke in EAW. Been in this business for damn near a decade and you haven’t won shit, you whine and mope and complain like a little bitch, you carry yourself like some kind of big-time star when you ain’t got one-tenth of the fanbase I have, you can’t move the merch the way I do, you don’t spike ratings the way I do, and you can’t get the job done in the ring like I can. Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t. Check the stats, boy. Check the Twitter followers, check the EAW Shop bestseller’s list, look at all the Bad Cops fangirls on Twitter, Tumblr, and the rest of those internets. Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t.

See, in my line of work you gotta keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda.

Mongoose, Mongoose, Mongoose. The world has had it up to here with your bitching and moaning! The reason you don’t get the opportunities you want is, quite simply, ‘cause you fucking suck. What’s with all the hate on Voltage, boy? When I beat your ass and move on to squash those two nobodies you mentioned (can’t recall their names, sorry!) and win the EAW Openweight Championship, you’re damn right I’m gonna represent Voltage with pride ‘CAUSE I’M DAMN PROUD TO BE A MEMBER OF THE VOLTAGE ROSTER AND REPRESENT THE BEST BRAND IN EAW! You’re cold, calculating, it’s all business to you. Well you may be a businessman, but I’M A BUSINESS, MAN!

Who else we got? El Ironico? Alright I gotta give it to ya. You’ve beaten me every time we’ve stepped into the ring together. I don’t know how you do it. You’re half my size, my arms are bigger than your head, hell, my hands are bigger than your head, you seem to not take your career seriously at all… but somehow you just keep on winning. Well, you know how it goes. Even Superman has his Kryptonite. But here’s the great thing about this match, Ironico: I don’t need to beat you to win! I can just pin Mongoose! Or that fag hag of his, Cameron Ella Ava. She hasn’t been pinned down by a real man in a long time… maybe ever. Don’t get any ideas, Cam, I’m a married man. I would tell a joke about your relationship with Jamie, but my lawyers insist I don’t, ‘cause you’re the type of bitch who’ll get all butthurt and go #MeToo on me. "Oh my God, Cody made me feel uncomfortable! I feel violated! RAPE! RAPE!". Don't worry, Cam. When I cheat I don't go for old, used-up hags like you, with pussies wider than the Grand Canyon. I like 'em young and hot. Y'know, Cam said some funny stuff mixed in with all that nonsense. Let's take a look at it, for your viewing pleasure.

"What does he have to stand out to the rest of the competition?" Bitch, take an English class.

"Moongoose... you are my biggest obstacle in the match". WRONG. In every sense of the word, I am the bigger obstacle. Of course, you're dating Jamie, so you've never been plowed by a big man, so I can't blame ya for not having your head screwed on straight.

"I mean, who’d want to watch a television show with a face like that starting?" According to the ratings, 3 million people per week. Men lie, women lie, numbers don't. I know having fans is a foreign concept to you, Cam.

Cam said that Voltage is 'her show'. Bitch please, you slept your way to the middle and you ain't gettin' any further than that! Only championship you're winning is a cum-guzzling contest.

I think that's as nice a way to end this as any. Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!

Re: EAW Promoz! December 21st 2017, 10:22 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

I.

The Openweight Championship.

Such a young and beautiful championship. One which was lived up to the standard by Ryan Marx. I have been eyeing this piece of gold since Pain for Pride. I would have killed for such a beautiful championship. Such a beautiful championship with the greatest of importance, a future opportunity for the World Heavyweight Championship. In order for me to attain a World Championship match, the Openweight Champion would need to face the best of each respected brand. I’ll conquer the best out of Empire, Dynasty and Showdown. I’ll be another living example of how a woman can be a World Champion in this company. But first, I need to qualify for this match at King of Elite. As of right now, Empire and Dynasty have their representatives. Voltage will find theirs on Christmas Eve. That representative will be none other than The Goddess herself. When approaching this Fatal Four Way Match, I focus on my competition. I noticed that I’ve defeated two out of the three men in this match. I have went toe-to-toe with Cody Marshall and El Ironico in the last couple months. I also found myself in a highly competitive match with my good friend, Moongoose McQueen. Approaching this match, most people think that I should have all the confidence in the world. I should have my egotistical self explode of arrogance approaching this match. Normally, I would. Based on last week, I came into my match with Keelan Cetinich with a mission: I wanted to represent Voltage. This week, the mission is still the same. I want to represent Voltage and bring that Openweight Championship here. I mean, Voltage needs to have something good going for the brand other than Jamie burying his mediocre competition. As I look at the names of my competitors, we may share a thing or two in common. One, we both lucked out in the King of Elite Tournament. We are a match consisting of individuals who lucked out in either the first, second or much like me, the finals. Two, the four of us want to represent Voltage. We want to add our name along with contenders like Stark and Sheridan Muller. We want to be the individual that brings it all for Voltage.

I will bring the title to Voltage.

First, we have Cody Marshall. How can I not forget Cody Marshall? I mean, he was the first guy I eliminated in the King of Elite Tournament. He is the same man who has tried on numerous occasions to go after whatever championship the Voltage brand wants to put him in. Even after all of those efforts, it has remained the same, he is a loser. He is a failure. Does it not make his blood boil knowing that his career is nothing? Just like I’ve said before to him, what does he have to hold on tight too? What does he have to stand out to the rest of the competition? The only thing he has to his name is some mediocre television show which no one seems to give a damn about. Personally, I think putting Cody’s face on posters in Hollywood is one ugly mistake. I mean, who’d want to watch a television show with a face like that starting? He’s the star of it? Gee, it’s kind of ironic huh? Plays the protagonist in television series meanwhile when it comes to his wrestling career in EAW, he’s nothing more than just a minor footnote in the credits. A minor footnote in MY show. Cody, you should know a thing or two about the showbiz. What happens to those characters no one cares about? Most of the time they write them out in the most outrageous ways. I prefer it when they kill off the characters. Sometimes, you never see the moment coming. The other times, these are the deaths that grab you by the heartstrings and make you cry. This week, I’m not in the mood to kill you, Cody. The murder laws here are horrible and besides, it’s Christmas. Even a stone cold hearted woman like myself feels bad for starving artists. Do not take this for granted, Cody.

Second, we have El Ironico. Now, I’ve already crossed paths with him at Road to Redemption when The Heart Break Gal and myself not only dismantled Finnegan Wakefield, but El Ironico. We did so with ease, but what is going to stop me from continuing the dismantling? What kind of person would I be to take away another opportunity for El Ironico to mean something not only on Voltage, but EAW in general? What kind of threat has he posed as ever since his tragic loss at Road to Redemption? With the tone and vocabulary he’s been using, it just makes it very difficult to take him seriously. Once again, I am left puzzled about what in the hell is he saying? By having to replay the video over and over again, I was able to collect that he’s hoping that I have bad manners. Oh no! How will I ever expect a present from Santa Claus now? I’ve been such a bad woman. I’ve been such a cruel human being. My name is on the naughty list with horrible people like Eclipse Diemos and Dark Demon! My name will forever be engraved on a naughty list and there is no way I will get my name off it! What a cruel and unfortunate world! Um, I think I am aware of my actions as of late. I know that I am responsible for costing both The High Rollerz an opportunity to win King of Elite! I know I have been on a personal mission to claim the Unified Tag Team Championships for Di Consentes, but that doesn’t mean I can never say no to a shot at the Openweight Championship. I’m not the woman who is going to complain about getting another opportunity at a different championship. Much like HBG has been carrying Showdown on her back, I plan to take the title to Voltage and become a future World Heavyweight Champion. To me, I’m willing to become this horrible and nasty person if it means becoming a champion. It’s worked for me the past, what is wrong with doing it once again? I’m not concerned about you once again, Ironico. I know what you’re all about in the ring. I know what you’re most capable of when you want something, but will it be enough to win? Will it be enough to stop me dead at my tracks? That is something I will figure out myself on Christmas Eve.

Lastly, I face a man who gained my respect about a month ago. There is no doubt that he pushed me to the limit, but I don’t think it was enough to stop my mindset. If he was smart, he would understand that. I would love to see Moongoose McQueen try his efforts in defeating me again. I would love to see Moongoose not think of this match as anything, but a money making opportunity. Moongoose needs to think of this match as an opportunity to turn his career upside down. No longer will Revy be the only McQueen sibling doing shit in EAW. No longer will Shimmer be the only McQueen sibling with more wins in his pocket than Moongoose has common sense. For me, I am thinking this match as an opportunity to continue my aspirations on Voltage. I came here for one thing and that is to win the World Heavyweight Championship. I hate to admit it- Jamie halted my momentum at Territorial Invasion. It wasn’t until Road to Redemption where I believe I had something going for me. Then, this King of Elite Tournament came and seeing The High Rollerz get involved in the tournament, I figured that I would use this opportunity for my own gain and go for the crown. Sadly, things did not pan my way. The moment I lost, I thought this would halt my push forward, but when the Openweight Championship qualifiers match appeared, I knew that this would be my ticket back to the World Heavyweight Championship picture. I knew, this was supposed to be my calling. When thinking about King of Elite, I wanted to represent this god forsaken brand, I wanted Voltage to have one more champion in which you can look up to in high regards. With you, Moongoose. You are my biggest obstacle in the match. You are the only person I have not defeated in this pool of competitors. I vow to change that. I will not be sitting on the sidelines watching Jamie soak in the glory of being a champion. I want a taste of that glory for myself. Becoming Openweight Champion is a way to get my career back on track.

Does anyone see these three men representing Voltage? I mean, the last Voltage representative was pure garbage. He was incapable of getting the job done. I think it’s time for a woman like myself to give Voltage the proper representation that it desperately needs. Cody, Ironico and Moongoose are the three men I need to defeat to make all of those aspirations come to life. I am more motivated than ever to walk into King of Elite and become champion. There is no obstacle that can stop me. The High Rollerz? Not a chance. Moongoose? Not a chance. There is no chance that anyone is going to take this away from me. I will vow that nothing stands in my way.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 21st 2017, 9:13 pm by **Nasir Escobar**

Fortuneteller Hamasa: Well Young Master, tomorrow is crunch time is it not?

Nasir Escobar: What do you mean Lady Hamasa?

Fortuneteller Hamasa: Aren’t you the slightest bit nervous or anxious for your showdown with Darkane? This is the single match that will determine if you head to King of Elite or not after all.

Nasir Escobar: Well it might be a tad bit nerve racking thinking about what this match means, but I’m going to treat it like another day in the office, because at the end of the day that is what it is. There’s a bit more at stake on this particular day, but I am going out there to do what I always do.

Fortuneteller Hamasa: And that would be my dear boy?

Nasir Escobar: Prove to every single man, woman, child, whatever or whoever that I am exactly what I claim to be. The next in line for the EAW Answers World Championship, the next legendary figure in not just the Land of the Elites but ALL of Professional Wrestling, and most importantly...the Best Wrestler Alive.

Fortuneteller Hamasa: You sure do love to spout that out don’t you? What’s the meaning behind such a mentality I must ask.

Nasir Escobar: Well it’s quite simple when you think a bit about it m’lady. I’ll never reach the heights I want to reach unless I believe I am the best. I can never achieve the things I wish to achieve if I don’t think I am number one. The goals I strive towards, it all means nothing if my resolve is not absolute. B.W.A. is far more than just some trendy phrase that I throw on a t-shirt to make some extra cash. It is my personal message of never backing down from a challenge, because those challenges craft you into a better man and push you closer to your dreams and aspirations. I cannot be the best unless I believe I am the best. And none of these people would think I was the best unless I did too. I suppose the main and really only need for a constant reminder is to ensure that my opponents always recognize that I am the best. And they best not forget it if I cross paths with them again after a first encounter.

Fortuneteller Hamasa: A first encounter...you mean like the one you are set to have against Darkane tomorrow?

Nasir Escobar: Well...yes exactly. You see Darkane has something that I don’t when it comes to King of Elite. And that is security. Darkane can be secure with himself that he will head into the event as the EAW Hardcore Champion, which is no easy task, the title is very much desired by many. However Darkane can have security in the fact that he will be Hardcore Champ heading into the show and there is a very good chance with his skill and ability that he can leave the event as such even if he is booked to defend the gold against pretty much whoever on the red brand can be flung his way. And that is well and fine. I will be more than happy for him. However I am here to give out a dose of reality for everyone including Darkane to swallow whole. If you believe for one single solitary second that Darkane will be heading to King of Elite to fight for the Crown over me, then you are straight up delusional and need to be admitted into an insane asylum immediately. And best believe that is not a knock on Darkane’s abilities. Like I said, I am practically begging for Darkane to show me up. If bests me then I will be DELIGHTED! Because then I can be more than sure that Darkane did it of his own accord and if he can beat me with nothing more than his two fists and his determination, then he’s more than ready for KOE. But that’s a huge maybe as of right now. Darkane is one of THE blue chip prospects of the next decade at this rate with the way he performs. Unfortunately though for him...he is going head to head with the one guy who got zero Fs to give about all of that. Darkane got the wrong impression of me and has his priorities in ALL of the wrong places if he honestly believes he should be more worried about Jacob Senn interjecting himself in this matchup like my last one than me actually putting him down all on my own. Darkane Imma keep it real with you boi. I only NEED my two fists to put you down the way I see it. LIKE I SAID, PROVE ME WRONG! But until you do. I’ll run my mouth as I see fit and view the scenario as it seems most likely in my mind. Which of course is me kickin your head off, getting the three count on ya, and confirming what everyone should already be predicting, Nasir Escobar heads to King of Elite TO BECOME the 2018 KING OF ELITE! Escobar Season is upon us. The entire Land of Elite best recognize what it is in store for, and you could think of this match as a precursor to everything that will follow. Darkane you unfortunately have the sad luck of being the test dummy, an example will be made for EVERYONE to understand that it is a new time, and a new Nas is here to put his foot down. I’m not the same pushover who got blindsided by Jacob Senn, I have proven that plenty of times since coming back already. And Darkane if you believe you could do any worse to me than Senn did, keep dreaming junior. Because that’s the only place where it will happen. As a matter a fact I think it’s fitting that I am your opponent in this case, because my Ether will put you to sleep and send you off to dream land to live out your fantasies of “splattering me all over the canvas”.

Fortuneteller Hamasa: Young Master you are growing quite tense. Perhaps you should take a step back and breath. Darkane did make many more points towards you that you need to address.

Nasir Escobar: Right right...my apologies I let myself go there, hehe. Anyways ye, The Man of Miracles VS The Graveworm, period. That’s the match EVERYONE wants to see. Untainted. And that is what I intend to give them just as you do. Because you see Darkane it just like I told you before. I am not The Pizza Boy, young man. With all do respect to him, I am not a sad sack on a downward spiral who can’t even get a return match for the title he had stolen from him. I am the fastest, strongest, toughest, and most passionate I have ever been in my career AND I WANT THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE I’VE EVER CHASED IN MY WHOLE DAMN LIFE! And I’m glad you recognize me as a challenge. As a threat. You realize that this is an uphill fight for yourself and NOT for me like many would be inclined to believe. Kid you’re smarter than most who have been in your shoes. Unfortunately your attempts to intimidate me have fallen upon deaf ears. Because you clearly have NOT done your homework properly on who you are up against Darkane. I am defiant to my last breath ALWAYS! You tell me I should fear you. You try to play mind games with me? Well guess what. You said I should run, guess where I am going? If you said absolutely no where then you would be WRONG! That’s right, but if you said I was going to put my tail between my legs and scurry away, you would ALSO BE WRONG! Because I’m not going to run, but I am not going to stand my ground either. DARKANE I AM CHARGING HEAD FIRST INTO THIS MATCH WITH YOU TO TAKE YOU DOWN! You say I should run away, but I am taking you up on your scare tactics, I dare you to try me. Most would think I am foolish for this, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve acted bone headedly in this manner, and I can promise it won’t be the last. But this time will be THE time where I take down that dark force that stands before me. Darkane I AM THE LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS OF THIS WORLD! I EXIST TO SHINE BRIGHT AGAINST THE SHADOWS THAT YOU SPREAD THROUGHOUT DYNASTY! Oh and believe you me, I am not telling you anything you shouldn’t already know as you yourself said. You go as far as you need to to secure a victory week in and week out. That is what makes Darkane such a monumental success story here in Elite Answers Wrestling. BUT! You’re gonna need to go harder than ever before to deal with me Darkane. Your constant comparisons of me to the Pizza Boy I personally believe do not do me enough justice. I am like nobody you have ever faced before young man. I want you to open your ears and your eyes. That is absolutely fine if you don’t give a fuck Darkane. You don’t need to right now. Because what Nasir does more than anything else is turn doubters into believers! I MAKE HATERS INTO MOTIVATORS! Essentially you could say I turn water into wine. As the great poet lil’ wayne once said, “I make shit taste like sugar cane.” Darkane I achieve the improbable every time you turn around. So if you don’t heed anything else I have said or will say, take this next line with you and never let it go. I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHY YOU SHOULD CARE WHEN YOU GET ETHERED AND I SHOW YOU EXACTLY WHY I AND ONLY I AM THE BEST WRESTLER ALIVE!

Fortuneteller Hamasa: My my, as strong willed as ever I see my dear boy.

Nasir Escobar: Well of course, I wouldn’t be me if I were any different now would I Lady Hamasa?

Fortuneteller Hamasa: Oh no, of course. I am very proud to see how far you have come since Pain For Pride despite the setbacks you have faced in the last several months. Please do not forget who you are at your core no matter how much further you go. Because no matter how massive you become, you only did so because of the way you were initially. As you are now. But of course the question is if you do defeat Darka-

Nasir Escobar: AHEM! When I defeat Darkane?

Fortuneteller Hamasa: Oh my, do I sense a bit of arrogance from the usually humble Nasir?

Nasir Escobar: I suppose so, but like I said. If I don’t believe I can win, then who else will huh? IF Darkane beats me, then like I said before. I will man up and give him his props for beating me. And of course wish him luck in bringing the KOE crown to the red brand. But I’ve got vastly different plans in mind for Friday Nights and King of Elite. So go on as you were saying?

Fortuneteller Hamasa: Well...once the match with Darkane is finished, should you advance to King of Elite. Do you have anything to say to your opponents?

Nasir Escobar: I like to take things one step at a time. Let’s handle Darkane here and now. Afterwards come Keelan and Theron. For now I guess I can say that once Dynasty is over, should I be friday night’s representative for KOE. This triple threat might go down as one of if not the tallest task I have faced in my career. That only should say it all about the quality of the other two guys considering what I’ve done and the men I’ve put down.

Fortunateller Hamasa: Very well then. I doubt there’s anything left to say then.

Nasir Escobar: Hold on Lady Hamasa, I got one last thing.

Fortuneteller Hamasa: Have at it then young man.

Nasir Escobar: Hey Darkane, when Dynasty ends and you see all those shining lights, don’t walk towards any of them. At least not before I ask you how decapitation by Yakuza Kick feels first eh?

Re: EAW Promoz! December 21st 2017, 7:37 pm by **Jacob Moore**

D2

When I said I was afraid of losing my vision, I didn't mean it literally. I'm afraid of losing my vision of the future - my future. Afraid of losing my passion, my drive, my motivation. There's been more than enough times where that has almost become reality. I didn't take damn near 2 years off to fuck around back in Chicago. If there's one thing that scares me, it's that. But what doesn't scare me is a wannabe crazy man smashing bottles over his head. You are nothing I haven't seen in a bar at 2 in the morning, Tomi. Rambling on and begging for attention through your actions. For someone talking down on men who make their money fighting, you sure are forgetting where you're at and why you're supposedly here. You came here to cause chaos not to win any matches, not to make money, not to see your name up in lights. It's funny that the same machine you want to take down is still writing you checks, still booking you. Really, you should be grateful. Every person that claims they hate EAW and would love nothing more for it to be be burned to the ground are the same ones that keep coming back every week. The same ones that still show their ugly faces to the world. If I was in your position, I'd be quite embarrassed. You try to mask your real desire to be the Tomi Venus of old and say you don't need anything EAW has to offer you. Yet you stay. I don't really know what you're trying to do that's different than ever before. I can only recall one man REALLY killing EAW and that was Scott Diamond. I can be bundled into the "people" you mentioned, the ones fighting to get recognition and be respected, but I'm not gonna take offense to it. Why else would I be here? Not to be a fake psycho that's for sure. After several years of being in this business, I think it's time I get just a little bit of acknowledgement. Call me low for it, it doesn't matter. I've been patient enough. I came back to kick ass and win titles. It's as simple as that. While I don't need the adoration of the fans, I'll still take that over nothing. There's people who have been long-time fans of my work over the course of my career and it's time they get a real reason to cheer my name and without hesitation.

You called me the least relevant member of the EAW roster and at first hearing that, my eye twitched. I can't fully deny it, however. Once upon a time, people wanted to see Jacob Moore. They bought tickets to Dynasty to hold up signs and wear my merchandise proudly. It isn't the same anymore. But that's all the more motivation for me to get my head back on straight and march on through the endless bullshit thrown my way. It's what I do. You don't have to care about me or what I can do to you now, Tomi, but you're not gonna be able to ignore it once I have my hands on your pesky little throat. I'm nothing to you now, win or lose, you say. That's fair because you mean nothing to me either. At most, you're a delusional hypocrite. It's a shame a former Elite Champion, someone who represented this company at one point in time, has fallen so hard off his horse. This match means nothing to you but in hindsight, it will only jump start my journey back to glory and when I leave you in the dust, you're gonna wish you put a lot more effort into it. Smash bottles over your head, slash your wrists, or whatever other emo shit you do, it'll only make it even easier for me to dispose of you when we meet tomorrow night. But if you really believe in your preaching about how bad EAW is and how you were mistreated, how you don't wanna be here, how you don't want or need any of this, don't bother showing up at all because I'm gonna put your name in the headlines and you don't want that. While I admire your determination in keeping up this whole facade, it's a lost cause at the end of the day. You just look ignorant fighting for the company you claim to despise. You had a score to settle with Senn and you settled that. It's best you leave now while you're ahead otherwise you're gonna end up in the ground right next to "Target Smiles" at my expense. I took my shot at success last week for granted, I admit it. But now that my focus is where it needs to be, it's over for the rest of you. Anyone who wants to get in my way will be dropped without a second thought. I don't care if you're Pizza Boy, Nasir, StarrStan, Mr. DEDEDE, the Queen of England, or God himself. It's my time again, you had your chances - 5 months to be exact - to have that spotlight on you. It's not my fault you wasted it.

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