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Azumi Goto

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Grand Rampage #3

“Am I too stubborn for my own good? Maybe but right now, I have to push on and never look at anything else. I’m practically being held together by Injury tapes right now and sure it’s created this glaring and noticeable weakness but it’s made me a lot tougher by this moment.”


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If I continue then yeah, there will be that point where I just need to call a break but that’s then and right now, I have to look towards the Specialist title and Specialist Rampage. Chelsea, you’re right about my stubbornness. Like you said it’s a double-edged sword and I’m just hoping that I don’t get stabbed by the side pointed towards me. You talked about how you will showcase how fragile I truly am. Well, that’s unfortunate for you but you won’t get to. Regardless of how much pain I go through with every passing day, I’m still absorbing all that punishment daily and every time I do, I get tougher. I can’t lie and say that I don’t feel any pain, it truly hurts right now. But I have to fight on, what you think is my will to survive is wrong. It’s not the will to survive but the will to fight, Chelsea. It’s the will to keep going with absolutely no regret that will get me the win. Even if my body won’t be able to take the pain, I have to push forward even without it’s support. This is all I have, my wrestling career and I am willing to throw of longevity of it for this one title? Yes am I.


I will put my future on the line if needed at this point, Chelsea… all for this one road to Pain For Pride. I want that spotlight where I can showcase to the world that regardless of how things have been for me over these last few months, even with overwhelming pain. I will fight on no matter how bad the circumstances. If you think that I wasn’t going to be put everything on the line before then you’re sorely mistaken, I know that there are those who will show sympathy but I don’t want that. I will overcome every bit of pain, aches, and anything else I will have thrown at me to overcome the challenge of nineteen other women to become the Specialist Championship. There’s no option to run away, I’ve kind of thrown that away at this point and I never really wanted to use that option. That’s what taking some time off means, it means I’m running from the challenge set in front of me.


It seems we also have gotten three new people to join this war of words. Revy, who hasn’t said much about me AGAIN. Nicolette, who has beaten both Haruna and Sakuya. And finally Daisy, who’s said a lot about me.


And Daisy, I’m not sure where you get the idea that you and I are similar. The your road so far on Empire is nothing the one I have been through. I’ve been through stable warfare, what literally was a cult of women trying to burn down Empire and anything else you can think of. My long road in EAW could be written into a story if you truly wanted, the story of someone overcoming everything. If anything it’s the story of the classic protagonist in any kind of story, on the long journey to the top. I’ve created something here, the path of someone who will push forward towards something that wasn’t a predetermined destiny. My road to the specialist title is far more different than yours. Mine is filled with setbacks, hardships, and painful losses. I’ve seen people who have come after me reach the spot way before I have. You still think you’re similar to “The Unbreakable”, Daisy?! Unfortunately it’s not the same, the path of “The Unbreakable” is one filled with hardships and setbacks. Where are those for you? Nowhere to be seen. You see, Daisy I’ve grown with every heartbreaking loss and yet while others have left Empire by leaving the brand, getting fired or whatever else you can think of, I stood my ground as Empire original. I’ve stood my ground as the one and only “Unbreakable”! You and I aren’t similar, not even close because through everything your time on Empire is nothing compared to my long journey here.


But you know what, enough of talking about serious stuff and let’s move towards to something a lot more exciting, my little sister. Sakuya Goto, I’m sure a lot of people know by now that she’s kind of my favorite person in the world and I think you know that as well, Saku. When I beat you two weeks ago, there was a bit of me that I felt bad to have done that but you understand don’t you? This is for my own good, challenging my past failures and push on without care about any bit of the pain I am in right now. This is the path I have chosen for myself and you know this well, Little Sis. I’m going this path because I have to, with everyone else on Empire getting close to the top… I simply can’t fall behind any more. It’s desperation creeping up now and I can’t let it win. Sakuya, think of all this as me betting everything on the line. My body, my legacy, everything you think of is on the line. I can’t fall again at this point. Same goes for you I guess, I was there when you had to retire before you truly grew into something amazing. When you announced your comeback, you don’t know how happy I was for you. I think it was the happiest I’ve ever been to see you back. Understand this, Pirate this will be like when I beat on Empire, I won’t be entering the match as your older sister, but I will enter as “The Unbreakable”. Even with you as my own blood, I will not be let you overcome your older sister yet. But I want you to keep fighting, show me and the rest of the Empire. Show your determination and fight for everyone who has helped you get to this point, especially for your new Pirate crew! And while you fight for them, I will fight for myself… but not in the greedy, selfish way. I have a point to prove by winning this, that I will forever be someone who will fight on through everything, even if it means risking my health at this point.


To everyone in this match, whether you have spoken about me or not, let me tell you this. This is where I shatter every bit of my limit and transcend to the top with nothing stopping me, not a single soul involved in this match will be able to break my unbreakable spirit. And anyone who thinks they can, I gladly invite you to try.
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“In the criminal justice system, Championship-based defenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated Detectives who investigate these felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories…”

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7:14 A.M.


稗 A police siren can be heard in the background of a chilly New York City back alley as the black boots of a man are shown walking along it. The camera gradually rises - showing the man’s black tights, black jacket, and various other black attire - revealing Drake Jaeger as he looks on with a thousand yard stare and a cigarette in hand, making his way through a taped off area and to other disgusted-looking police officers. 稗

Drake: Looks like we’ve got quite a mess on our hands.

稗 One of the nearby Officers rushes off to vomit as Drake shakes his head. 稗

Drake: Don’t worry, rookie, you’ll get used to it. Well, that’s a lie. You don’t get used to it, but you do at least feel numb looking at shit like this. It never ceases to amaze me how sadistic people can be. How old was the victim?

稗 Drake looks to a nearby Officer surveying the scene. 稗

Officer: Looks to be about… I’d say at least 9 or 10 years old.

稗 Drake shakes his head again and takes a deep puff of his cigarette, looking up at the sky briefly before looking back down at the victim. 稗

Drake: Poor thing. If I had to guess, it’s had its share of abuse since it was first born. Probably been passed around by dozens of people. I like to believe that even up until death it was still optimistic and clinging to some kind of hope that… I don’t know, that there’s some good in this World. We got to him just too late, but even then, we’ll make sure to bring whoever did this to justice. I swear on it.

稗 Drake squats down next to the victim as the camera pans down to reveal a replica of the EAW National Elite Championship on the ground, with a chalk outline around it. Drake shakes his head, visibly trying to hold back tears. 稗

Drake: Goddamn it… Get ahold of yourself, Detective.

稗 Drake slaps himself, regaining his composure. He stands back up, looking at the National Elite Championship on the ground. 稗

Drake: You can just tell how stained it was by the time it all finally ended. Who knows how many people used and abused it. Not a single one cared about it. Yet, in a way… It almost looks peaceful.

稗 A loud growling can be heard as Drake looks over at something off-screen, raising an eyebrow. 稗

Drake: What’s that, Blue? Did you find something?

稗 A large, blue, computer-generated dog similar to a direwolf walks into view of the camera, growling and baring its teeth as it walks over to the National Elite Championship and sniffs around. One of the Officers attempts to step in, looking annoyed. 稗

Officer: Hey, someone get this damn mutt!

稗 Drake stops the Officer from stepping forward. 稗

Drake: You’d be smart to back off, kid. That so-called “mutt” is the best Goddamn officer on the force if you ask me. Hold on a second… What’s that?

稗 Drake points over to where Blue is sniffing as the camera cuts to a pair of jean shorts laying on the ground with a large blue paw print on them. Drake looks at the skeptical Officer with a smug look. 稗

Drake: Looks like that “mutt” just gave us our first clue and our first step to solving this murder.

稗 The camera cuts to Drake and Blue entering the Police Station as Drake carries the pair of jorts with him, handing them off to a nearby Officer. A different Officer rushes in, carrying what looks to be an envelope. 稗

Officer: DETECTIVE JAEGER! DETECTIVE JAEGER! THIS CAME IN FOR YOU!

稗 Drake looks at the Officer with a quizzical expression. 稗

Drake: Huh?

Officer: WE JUST GOT A LETTER!

Drake: We just got a letter?

Officer: WE JUST GOT A LETTER!

Drake: I wonder who it’s from.

稗 Drake takes the letter, immediately opening it up and reading it. 稗

Drake: … My God.

Officer: What is it, Detective Jaeger?!

Drake: It’s from the organization only known as… N.O.B.I.

Officer: OH GOD! OH JESUS CHRIST! OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD WE’RE GOING TO DIE!

Drake: You know who they are?

Officer: No!

Drake: They’re a terrorist organization bent known for their unusual tactics of being overly nice to trick their victims into a false sense of security. That pair of jorts we found at the crime scene is their calling card. I should have known. It’s clear that their plan all along was to capture, rape, and kill the National Elite Championship.

Officer: Oh no!

Drake: Oh yes. If I had to guess, I’d say they don’t intend to stop there either. More than likely their targeting the other Championships in EAW next.

Officer: Brilliant! You’ve done it again, Detective Jaeger! EVERYONE, THREE CHEERS FOR DETECTIVE JAEGER! HIP HIP HOORAY! HIP HIP--

稗 Drake backhands the Officer. 稗

Drake: Fool! This isn’t over by a longshot! There’s bound to be more bloodshed if N.O.B.I. isn’t stopped soon! Now get me my Handy Dandy Notebook, I need to write this down!

稗 Drake storms off to his office with Blue following behind. 稗

Drake: Now Blue…

稗 The camera cuts to Drake just outside the door to his office, talking to a poorly-drawn stick figure of Blue as the growling noises continue. 稗

Drake: I need you to be a good boy and stay here.

稗 Drake opens the door to his office, revealing it’s been ransacked. 稗

Drake: HEY WHAT THE FUCK!

稗 The other Officers rush over to see the destroyed office. 稗

Random Officer: WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?!

Drake: N.O.B.I.! IT HAD TO BE! LOOK!

稗 Drake grabs a nearby note on the floor, reading it. 稗

Drake: THOSE SICK SONS A BITCHES LEFT A NOTE APOLOGIZING FOR MAKING A MESS!

Random Officer: DETECTIVE JAEGER! YOUR CHAIR!

稗 A panicked Drake looks around. 稗

Drake: MY CHAIR! WHERE’S MY CHAIR!

稗 Drake flips everything over in the Office, looking for his chair. 稗

Drake: I NEED IT! HOW AM I GOING TO BE ABLE TO THINK WITHOUT MY THINKING CHAIR?! I NEED IT! I NEED TO SIT DOWN IN MY THINKING CHAIR AND THINK! THINK! THIIINNKKKKKK!!!!

稗 The Officer from earlier rushes in, looking panicked. 稗

Officer: I CAN’T FIND YOUR HANDY DANDY NOTEPAD EITHER, I’M SORRY! I THINK I LOST IT!

Drake: NO! THAT WAS CLEARLY N.O.B.I.’S WORK TOO!

Officer: OH OKAY! LET’S GO WITH THAT THEN!

稗 Drake drops to his knees, looking at the sky as the camera shows above him. 稗

Drake: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--

稗 The scene suddenly pauses. The camera cuts a large conference room filled with men in suits, looking on in confusion as Drake’s voice can be heard. 稗

Drake: --OOOOOOBBBIIIIIIIIIII!!!!

稗 The camera pans over to Drake on his knees looking up at the sky just like in the paused video on the television next to him as he realizes it’s been paused. 稗

Drake: Hey, what gives? That was my big scene!

稗 The various men in suits look at one another before looking back at Drake. 稗

Executive #1: Mr. Jaeger… This is the second time you’ve decided to pitch something for us now and, again, we have genuinely no idea what we’ve just watched.

Drake: Oh, was it a little tough to follow? I was trying my best to get all the good stuff into, ya know, a short kind of video for this pitch. I had to work with what I had. If you have any questions--

Executive #2: Yeah, I have many, many questions. First of all… What was that?

Drake: The video? It said at the beginning.. It’s obviously a gritty reboot of Blues Clues.

Executive #2: Nobody wants to see something like that.

Drake: You got something against Blues Clues?

Executive #2: I HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST A GRITTY REBOOT! WHY--

稗 A third Executive stops the second one. 稗

Executive #3: Mr. Jaeger, what my colleague here means is… Why exactly have you made this?

稗 Drake remains on his knees, visibly confused by the question. 稗

Drake: Uhh… Isn’t it obvious? Who doesn’t love Blues Clues? Who doesn’t love Law & Order? Do you think anyone questioned why someone would put peanut butter in chocolate and chocolate in peanut butter when the World witnessed Reeses Peanut Butter Cups? I highly doubt it. Look, I’ve recently become an extremely humble, caring, loving man. I care about the children, alright? I’m all about that shit. They’re the future. Kids will run the World and they do some really goofy shit when they’re small, and you know, just lots of stuff like that. Point is, what better way to SHOW how much I care about the children than by bringing them a show they can enjoy AND their parents can enjoy too?

Executive #2: And what was with Blue?! Why was it CG? Why did it suddenly become a terrible-looking doodle at the end?!

Drake: Blue obviously needed a makeover, I mean, come on… He looked badass. Kids will eat that shit up. You think they were gonna be rushing out to the stores to buy toys of that little rorschach-test looking thing Blue used to look like? I highly doubt it. They want something badass. It’s like Nobi compared to me. He’s a great guy, sure. He’s loveable, no doubt. He could even be considered an icon of wholesomeness, but you know what? All that bullshit doesn’t put money in anyone’s wallets! It’s like HE’S the original Blue and I’m the new and improved one, get it? I’m sure he’s a wonderful guy and all, but there comes a time when you’ve gotta realize you’ve become obsolete. It’s time for the new guard to step up and bring in a new era of wholesomeness - a new, badass era that both kids and adults can enjoy. Listen to me… We have to accept that what you’re looking at right now is the new face of friendliness, alright? It’s just how it is now. Nobi had a good run. Hell, he had a GREAT run even. I couldn’t be more proud of him and, you know, whatever he’s done in EAW. I’m sure it was very notable and worth mentioning if I had paid attention to any of it, but I digress. Also Blue looked like that because we ran out of budget.

稗 The Television Executives look at one another in confusion once more before looking back at Drake. 稗

Executive #2: … WHO? Who the Hell even is Nobi?

Drake: Exactly. You don’t know him, but you DO know me, because I have more mainstream appeal.

Executive #2: What? No! We know YOU because you’ve been constantly harassing us about doing your ridiculous projects! And by the way, Blue was a girl!

Drake: You’re fucking with me, right? No way. Blue was way too badass to be a girl. I spent like my whole childhood and half of my adulthood watching that show and looking up to Blue, so you’re not about to get inside my head with those lies.

稗 Executive #2 rubs his temples, too frustrated to reply as #3 steps in again. 稗

Executive #3: Look, it just doesn’t look like this is gonna happen. The tone of it… The cursing… The budget and the overacting and the--

Drake: Okay, with all due respect, fuck you, buddy. Anyone else? Any of you other guys want to invest in this?

Executive #1: This isn’t Shark Tank, Mr. Jaeger. When one of us says no, it means we all say no.

稗 Drake remains on his knees, looking down in disappointment. 稗

Executive #1: … Alright, look, maybe if you fix it up and just turn it into something more kid friendly, then maybe we’d be more inclined to give it a shot. But--

Drake: But nothing! You think I’m gonna compromise everything just for your sake?! I am an ARTIST! I very humble artist! A man that’s given up his wicked ways to come before you with nothing but the amazing clothes on his back and the best in-ring skills you’ve ever witnessed, and pouring out his heart to you! And you! You just go and rip it out of my chest and stomp on it like I were someone that wasn’t me! I’m a good man, damn it! I’ve paid my dues! I’ve given my leftover trash to the homeless! I’ve paid so much to the Drake Jaeger Vague Charity Foundation! I’ve sold so much merch! So much fucking merch to promote how good I am! I will not rest until you people accept me and my ways, and my ways summed up right there in that video you all deem “less than great”! You know what? It’s clear what I gotta do. I HAVE to beat Nobi tomorrow, and I HAVE to become the National Elite Champion, because it’s become abundantly clear to me that a piece of gold around my waist is all that’s stopping you greedy pieces of trash from listening to me! I get it! I see it in your eyes! You see someone on their knees in your little conference room and can’t comprehend that they’re not collectively blowing you right now! Well zip it back up because Drake Jaeger isn’t gonna play ball nor is he going to play with balls!

稗 Drake slowly crawls on his knees over to the television and ejects his VHS tape from it. 稗

Drake: I don’t need you people nor will I ever! I’m an enlightened man! I’m better than each and every single one of you in every way and you’ll all see that soon enough when I come here waltzing in with a Championship around my waist and you’re literally throwing cash at me to stay and hit you in the face with more of my awesome ideas! You people are no different than Nobi! You put on your little fucking guises of being nice and polite when really deep down you’re as vile and corrupted as they come! You get off on humiliating guys like me, and you know what? You know what? That’s fine, you go ahead and do what makes you happy, because I’m a nice guy and would never think of doing something like assaulting you when I could easily get up right now and make a human centipede shish kebab with my foot up each and every single one of your asses, but I won’t! I’m not gonna do that! I’m gonna remain calm and I’m gonna let it slide, because I know you’re all still doing your best! Nobi, however… Well, our dear Nobi, I’m afraid, gets the shit end of the stick here, because he officially represents ALL of you! As of right now, Nobi has just become public enemy number one in Drake Jaeger Land! I hope you all tune in tomorrow and see what I do to him, as I strip him of his Championship! I strip him of his stupid jorts, in a non-homosexual way! And I strip him of his dignity, again, in a non-homosexual manner! I will strip him until he’s left naked and alone and abused in that ring by me! And I’m gonna enjoy every single second of it! Nothing would bring me more pleasure!

稗 Drake begins to crawl away on his knees before briefly turning back. 稗

Drake: Seriously, in a non-gay way! Have a nice day!

稗 Drake continues to crawl away on his knees with his VHS in hand, struggling to close the door behind him with his feet in the way before finally giving up as he leaves. The baffled Executives look on as the camera fades to black. 稗

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Stephanie Matsuda

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Iconic Cup Promo #3

“Victory Lap”


Brooklyn, NY - Night

(Cloud is driving her Toyota Camry down the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway with the Manhattan skyline in the distance. Monica Vaughan is sitting next to her in the passenger seat, looking at her phone.)

‘Twas the night before Iconic Cup, and these hoes still don’t get the point. They’re behind enemy lines and don’t even understand it. They might know it, but the realization hasn’t set in. For most of the “Iconic Eight”, this is the most important match of their life. For me, this is just another avenue towards my eventual goal of becoming Queen of Empire. For the woman next to me, it’s a chance to honor her sister’s legacy. And for one woman, this is her opportunity to screw me and get that legendary excellent match she always wanted with a particular women’s champion.

Nobody wants Aria Jaxon vs. Tarah Nova. They think they do, but only because this business convinced them. Every time they hear a combination of the names Aria, Tarah, Cameron, or HBG their ears perk up like puppies, trained to bark on command. “HBG vs Aria!? Time to hit the interwebs!” Meanwhile, you have the likes of Azumi Goto and Zakkii who spent the latter part of last year being forced down everyone’s throat as this psychotic lesbian couple (rolls eyes). Sure they’re a little gay and a little crazy, but they’re more than that. What I'm about to say might sound weird based on my previous rap marathon, but I light a fire under everyone’s ass because I want them to be better than the day before. To do that, I have to run this shit. I have to show Empire just how real it can get. Aria’s not going to do it - after whoever takes her title, I wouldn’t put it past Showdown or Voltage to pick her up. Chelsea has her self interest, Zakki’s push to reset button to her career, and Tarah…

(Cloud goes silent for a moment)

Tarah doesn’t give a damn about anyone but herself.

(Cloud’s eyes narrows as she focuses on the road)

Don’t believe me? Who was responsible for most of the selection of Aria’s opponents? Who put hard-working talent down during her weekly ‘Empire Addresses?’ Who figuratively and literally buried the woman formerly known as Haruna Sakazaki? It was Tarah and her constant need to stay relevant. That’s been the story of her life ever since Madison Kaline took the Vixen’s Championship from her. You’re right - this isn’t a game. These aren’t the glory days where the top three can keekee their way in the hearts of millions while the rest of the Vixens linger in the background like Ryan Adam’s side hoes. 

I’d rather die than be your side bitch, Tarah Nova. I’d rather slit my freaking wrist and DROP to the goddamn floor before I like someone like you exist with the idea that you’re better than me. Same goes for Claudia, Aria, and Cam. I’d rather slit my own throat than to lay around and let you all walk over me. Fuck that, and fuck them.

And. Fuck. You. Too. Tarah.

You’re annoyed that I can rap and wrestle? Well, unlike your poser punk ass, I can play an instrument. I know my way around a studio. The Chairman goes on for days about how he wants us, Elitists, to be multi-talented for marketing purposes. Well, here the hell I am! You talk about being a leader, but there wasn’t anybody around for you to lead. Aria surpassed you and made her destiny; For a good six months NOBODY could touch Cailin Dillon; From spring to summer ‘16 I was beating legends like Cleopatra, Kendra Shamez - (gasp) and Tarah Nova! Whatever narrative you created for yourself is null and void; the peak of your career has long past, but yet you’re so adamant about people remembering who you are. OF COURSE, WE REMEMBER YOU TARAH JAY NOVA! You can’t let a moment slip by without reminding us that you’re the Vixen Killer.

Well, I’m no Vixen. I’m a grown-ass woman who already beat your ass twice. If you think you can throw hands on me then bet your career on it - wait, that didn’t turn out so well for you last time, did it? In fact, ever since I’ve been in EAW all I remember is people beating the living hell out of you. From Maddie to Sanatorium, to Xavier Williams, to anybody else you claim is on your list - oh yeah me too. I’m beginning to think that your list isn’t about vengeance, but some sick masochist checklist. Listen, Casper, I might be a little freaky, but that’s too rich for my blood. I’m currently doing victory laps around you, and you can’t even see it. Go ahead - rely on your one-liners and kicking the ass of women who are not as good as you. But when a real bitch gets in that ring with you, Ms. Novacaine doesn't have shit to say. Even Aria herself dreads the day we reunite in the ring. Speaking of which, the two of you almost made a mess of this brand and all I wanted to do was help guide it in the right direction. The Gawd can wish for me to win or not; I don’t give a damn. What I give a damn about is keeping you from getting your sticky fingers on OUR Cup.

(Cloud points at Monica and herself)

I’m not naive. I know you’re one of the fiercest bitches out there. But have you ever sat around and thought about why you lost to me? It’s the same reason you lost your job to Sheridan - you’re too god damn arrogant. You think everything is going to fall into place if you wish hard enough. This isn't Disney bitch - well, if it was, think of this as a Black Panther Marvel flick. Know who I am? Guess. 

It’s not T’Challa. (winks)

So before I stop talking to your Pasty K. Ross ass, I want to sum up on how we got here. We’re at odds - and always will be - because you got jealous. You saw how close I was becoming with your friends when we started Formation. I rained on your parade because The Sirens was supposed to be a thing after The Vixens Cup. I took that from you, and instead of talking to me about it like a grown ass woman, you went behind my back in an attempt to turn everyone against me. A year and a half later I was looking forward to burying the hatchet! There was a moment where I thought we would be good! But nah, because business - once again - came first!

And for the record, I’ll beat both you and Nassy’s ass at the same time. Tell Starr to book it. 

So to sum it up for you, TARAH: (mocking Tarah's voice) I’m not going to let you snake my way into the title scene. After all the hiding and bullshit I have haven’t done, I don’t deserve it and deep down you know I’m right. I’ve been right all along, but of course, YOU won’t listen to me. Frankly,  I’m not shocked, to say the least, but no matter, I’ll still here to prove you wrong in that ring when we meet off.” And even if I prove you wrong this week, I know our two-way dance is far from over. I’d be a fool like you if I genuinely thought it was. I mean, am I okay with beating your ass over and over again? Eh personally, its practice for me for when others get in my way. See, that's all you are, Cloud Tarah. Just practice for bigger and better people. Remember that-

(Cloud pauses)
 
Wait. It doesn’t get any bigger and better than me. Not in this city. I’m the Queen of New York; I run this set. How dare you come into my town and think you can come at me with that a-ra shit. Kick rocks bitch. Hey Moni, is there anyone else I need to go hard at?

Monica: Andrea says you’re not cut out for comedy.

So, in other words, Aria Valentine had nothing to say at all? Okay, cool. Anyone else?

Monica: Just another Azumi rant about her being the Ace of...whatever it is she thinks she’s the Ace of.

She’s the Ace of Deez Nuts if anything.

Monica: But you’re a wo-

Ace of Deez Nutz, it still stands.

So I guess there it is. Seven women enter, one War Queen leaves Brooklyn with Brody Sparks’ legacy.

(There’s a long pause as the camera fades. A moment later, the camera comes back on with Cloud’s face glaring at it.)

No, wait I’m not finished. I have one more thing to say to Tarah. You know, there was a moment where I did trust you. There was a moment in time where I felt terrible about all the shit I did. There was a brief period where I thought maybe, just maybe I was in the wrong. All I wanted was my best friend back. All you two wanted was to shove your careers down people’s. For that, I’m taking away your shot at the title, and the belt itself from Aria. I’m no longer concerned with being the bad guy. Just another icon about to  make their victory lap. Know it. Understand it.

Believe it.
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Iconic Cup #3
“Go Beyond”

(Camera rolls with Azumi in front the camera as it begins to film her. She’s got a black jacket with white top and black jeans on, a mic is attached to her jacket


I’m Azumi Goto, the self-proclaimed Ace Of Empire! Here I stand against the world, on my road to the top. I guess you can say this is going to be a reflection of a very long journey. One filled with ups and downs, highest of highs and lowest of lows. Over the time I’ve spent here, I’ve attempted to kill my own ex-best friend by throwing her from the top of a steel cage, I’ve feuded with an authority figure, taken on the most dominant tag team EAW has had, failed a cash-in of an item that I’ve been the only winner of and a lot. It’s been a long and hard journey, a lot of losses and only maybe one or two major moments under my name.


Regardless of my time here in EAW, this is something I can’t leave. This isn’t a hobby or my dream that I’m living out anymore. This right here, professional wrestling. It’s become my very livelihood, it’s my way of being true to myself. True to that person I once was. Walking to Iconic Cup and expecting an easy win is not something on my mind, I’m walking into the biggest chance I have. The chance to have that one big leap to the top… but what’s stopping me? Eight different egos which include my own…. Yes actually. I get people that I’m not everyone’s favorite or second favorite to win. Maybe I rank somewhere around the bottom when it comes to doing that stuff in people’s eyes, but even with odds stacked against, I’m gonna push forward without any care! It’s kind of a thing we Aces tend to do. Honestly, I’m not sure how many people plan to cheer me on but maybe enough to be my strength to victory or something cheesy like that, I’m not really sure. People are right though, I’ve lost important matches. I’ve failed big time, I get back up after every loss expecting different results every time but something like that, it’s going to continue. I will continue to push on through expecting a different result every time I’ve been pushed down.


Sounds about right for the story of Azumi Goto. Each time an Ace falls, they will always get back up.  It’s not the role of a figurehead that makes the role what it is, it’s that ability to go beyond normal limits that people set for themselves that makes being The Ace truly mean something. It’s a tough journey and I hate to admit but there have been times where I’ve wanted to quit but here I still stand. Unbroken from anything. It’s like how every time I take a step, I’ve got to stop on glass shards but who cares right? There are those who willing to do that if it’s blocking the path to success. That’s what separates me from this Iconic Cup. If anyone of those people in that match is as willing, as driven as me to win this whole thing then tell that person to step up. Till then I know that I will win the Iconic Cup with no one stopping me.


Over the two years plus, I’ve seen people come and go. Whether fired, retired or whatever else you can think of. When it comes to Empire, I’m been here since day 1. Always a survivor, I’ve gone through a lot but here I still stand. It’s that stubbornness to be at the top that’s kept me going, it’s that same will to fight and wanting to rise above all that oppose that brought me the Control In The Vault when I won it. Here I stand a year plus after I won it. For a shot to win another golden ticket at Women’s Champ or Specialist Champ.


Not sure how long one can keep absorbing failures but here I am, still fighting and still going through everything to be here. It’s probably the fact that if I give up than two years of clawing my way through this division would have gone to waste. I’m just not going to quit, not until I reach the top of the mountain.


With this recent change of heart, I guess you can say I’m shedding my past and breaking the chains from now on. I’m still not playing to the crowd, I need to put stuff like that on the backburner. This is the one chance I’ve wanted and I simply can’t pander to the crowd while in this match.


The climb to the top of Empire has been a long and treacherous journey. Anytime you lose, it’s down the card you go, a complete reset of your momentum. And this comes from someone with experience


There’s this countdown going down in my right now and if hits zero, I’ve probably hit my breaking point. So with every loss, I inch closer and closer to a breaking point. Who knows maybe when I break, where I will…. Maybe I finally am done but even at that point possibly coming soon. I’ll continue to push on without any care. At this point, winning this Iconic Cup is all that matters, nothing else. I’m not for someone like Stephanie. I’m doing this for myself with everything to gain and nothing to lose, Stephanie. I’m not going to back down in any single way possible to you, not now and not ever! We’ve been on opposite paths for the longest time. One destined for greatness and the other on the road to claw towards that greatness. Every so often, we both change sides of the coin, one of with the support of the people, and the other hated by the world. You can fight all you want for, Monica… in the end, none of it will be enough to stop me. Same goes for everyone else in this match, I’m going to blast through all of you on my way to victory.


The same goes for all of you. Everyone single person whether you decide to show up and fight or not. I’m going to fight for everyone and go beyond towards greatness. Towards the top and not a single soul will stop me, doesn’t matter if it’s Tarah, Stephanie, Andrea, April or anyone else that has spoken out this week! This story of my journey enters the next big chapter and it will be resolved with me winning the Iconic Cup!  


(Azumi takes a deep breath before getting up and taking off her mic before walking from the camera.)
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James looks annoyingly as the cameras click rapidly, Joy Long reviews notes on her tablet. He groans as the journalists haven’t spoken yet, yet the cameras continue to take pictures of the bruised wrestler, he does his trademark smirk nonetheless for the cameras, at which the speed seems to increase. He clears his throat loudly before speaking.


Ranger: Can we begin? I would like to apply an icy hot sometime tonight.


Journalist #1: First match is done and over with, did you expect to bring it to Chris Elite?

Ranger: Expect? No. I simply went on auto-pilot, set myself to deal with the problems as they come. Chris Elite is an exceptional wrestler and i simply look forward to having another crack at him again in the future--


Journalist #2: The match was given a score 3.25 on the--


Ranger: Next question.


Journalist #3: Up next for you is facing El Ironico, a formidable wrestler who has been with the EAW company for some time. A veteran wrestler labeled by many to be a title contender in the coming months. How do you propose getting the W against him?


Ranger: There is many things i don’t appreciate. Getting a L the first week in is one of them, but managment is eyeballing their new talents. I am no exception to the process, you can only hide in the shadows for so long. Its no different with El Ironico, train hard, study harder, accomplish the impossible is the hardest, but simply looking forward is the easiest.

Journalist #1: Aren’t you concerned about the expertise of the luchador style of wrestling?

Ranger: As concerned as i am of our Assistant General Manager coming to ringside to “observe” our match. There’s something in this business: consistency. Consistency is what draws attention, be it good or bad...mix it up with the drive to never give up, you got yourself a business model for attracting yourself to others. This match is reflection of that, management decided that it wanted to observe a match with its new talent, I got the lucky lotto ticket.


Ranger rolls his eyes as he grabs his bottled water, taking the cap off and chugging the water down before setting the now empty bottle aside on the table.


Ranger: The assistant GM is of no consequence, I have Joy Long to look at every week in and out of the ring, I have no need to be concerned about her, its El Ironico, the man who has been on Voltage for some time. i cracked a few jokes about pizza at him in passing one week in my early months being here. He wasn’t fond of that.


Ranger smirks as he ponders more.
Ranger: Yet there is reason to be alarmed about him. He has in-ring abilities that far outstrip mine, yet he is not holding any gold since i have return,ed...why he has fougt alongside our current New Breed Champion, i don’t think he has shattered the glass yet. Granted talking like this is really not good for my health, yet here i should be making a better case against a Voltage Regular, who has more to show off than i do.


Ranger grabs a bottled water as another journalist raises their hand, his manager pointing at them as he continues to guzzle the water down with no regard.

Journalist #2: Have you given up on a cross-brand match up with anyone in the entire EAW locker room? If not, who would you consider challenging first?

Ranger gets up, tossing the bottle into the trash as he clears his throat. Clearly starting to head to the exit.


Journalist #2: Mister Ranger!


Ranger stops to ponder, staring back at the journalist as he proceeds to slowly leave the table area.

Ranger: I have not given that any thought in the last few months. So I cannot say there is anyone outside of Voltage worthy of hunting down.

With that, Rnager proceeds towards the exit alongside Joy as the journalists continue to call out and the cameras continue to click.
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Empire #3
“Started From the Bottom”
 
The will to fight, heart, burning spirit, fighting spirit or simply the definition of insanity. They all mean the same thing to me, yeah every time I get up, I fight hoping for different results and maybe that’s a way of thinking that has gotten me down at the bottom of Empire’s food chain but here I still stand, Megan. I don’t see any kind of self-doubt in my mind about my abilities and that trend will not stop. For you, I can see what you mean by saying it’s myself who has doubts about my abilities but you couldn’t be any more wrong. When I look at my time as a wrestler, the 6 years or so of my career and I look back, there has never been the thought of self-doubt creep in. Never did I think I wasn’t good enough and even when I was points where others would quit. I think that’s what you said is Unbreakable, it’s the unbreakable will to not quit. This is my limit breakthrough. If I showed any self-doubt in myself then I don’t deserve to be a wrestler, I don’t deserve to stand in that ring. Everything in this business revolves around your self-confidence and your pride. And to be honest, I’m not completely oozing with self-confidence right now but I still want to compete in this match. I’m not sure on my game plan, I’m at best going to fight the way I’ve always had and that’s with a chip on my shoulder.
 
And possibly all this here may just become another failed attempt at reaching the top, who fucking knows. And even it is, I will to do what you call the definition of insanity. I will stand right back up.
 
You want to keep firing what you call the truth, please go right ahead. If that’s your way then I’m not going stop you. You may absolutely fire shots towards me, but I’m not like Consuela or anyone else you’ve faced. I just care about climbing the ladder of success and nothing more. I will forever be someone who will be looked down up by people but it hasn’t stopped me and it never will. Take every single shot you feel, and usual Megan, I’m going to fight back my way. The road to glory for me isn’t like yours and I have to give you credit, you returned at Manifest Destiny and now after just a couple of months you’re at the top of the division as a champion. You used your opportunities to your fullest and that deserves your big title win. In return, I’ve started from the bottom and now I’m here. But the journey has been a roller coaster, huge amounts of ups and downs. And you’re right, in front of me, in my mind will be everyone I’ve lost to or that have looked down and said I wasn’t going to make it to the top will be my opposition.
 
I’m not sure why you think that I’m my own biggest critic. I’ve always believed that while in the ring, I’m one of the best. That is the self-confidence I have in my own ability, it’s the self-confidence that outside of my will to fight has kept me here. It became my greatest strength throughout my time in EAW, from humble beginnings to where I stand today. Look back through every big I’ve had last year, my self-confidence shows through every single one of them and even with every fall, my confidence never broke. So wherever you came up with the fact that I’m my biggest critic then you might need a fact check, Megan because inside of me, I’ve never had any kind of self-doubt. When you have an unbreakable will like I do, then there can never be a point where you start to doubt yourself. For 754 days, there’s never been any sense of self-doubt because even with every fall from the top, I know I can stand right back up and claim, why? Because I have the fighting spirit to continue fighting, I’m not like someone who has left because they just gave up. I believe the word for what I am is persistent, regardless of the past results; I still will continue my fight and push on to the top.
 
No storm is stopping me, I’ve fought against worse. See you always end every reply by saying that “The Storm is coming”, well let me tell that no storm even if it’s an actual fucking storm can break or stop me. I’ve withstood the test of time, I’ve become unbreakable, you just can’t break me down regardless of how good you think are. When most of this roster couldn’t then what makes you think that you can. I’ve stood up against Psychos, Golden girls, legends, and even my mentor. I’ve had to deal with greedy bitches and having to take orders from a German piece of shit. What makes you think I can’t brace a storm? You might as well just say that a cool blast of win is coming because honestly the real storm I’ve dealt with, and it ain’t even you.
 
Started from the bottom, now I’m here.
 
And I’m certainly going to lose this chance at gold, regardless what comes my way during this upcoming ladder. With every single step on the ladder rungs, I’m going to remember every time I’ve failed to capture and once I pull down the Specialist Title, I’ll finally be ruling the Golden Castle that I’ve desired to rule.
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“Here’s last month’s expenditures James.”


A small cardboard box of manila folders neatly stacked are placed on the corner of James Ranger’s desk. His office overlooking, strangely looking like a condo suite made into an office. James groans as he writes and types one handed on a wireless keyboard for a tablet.



(yelling) “This is not how i wanted to start my vacation Joy!”

(background) “Should of tasked your executives to do it in your absence.”



He groans again as he stops to stare at the box. The last three months had been nothing but overhaul after overhaul, failures, successes, contracts expiring and restarting anew. The new year was anything but cheery, let alone a prosperous for his investments. He pushed the calculator away, stepping out of his chair as he grabbed his jacket.


His manager, Joy Long, is seen lounging on the comfortable couch, reading up on the latest fashion as he walks by, her eyes watching him as he reaches for a glass in the kitchen pantry.


Joy Long: We got a interview panel coming up in a few hours. For EAW.


James Ranger looks over as he turns on the sink faucet, filling the cup with water.


James Ranger: I heard they were shaking up the rosters for the show. I suppose i get another chance to redeem myself on Showdown--



Joy Long: You’ve been relegated to Voltage.


James raises an eyebrow as he turns off the faucet, he leans back to ponder this as he sips some water.


James Ranger: Another crack at the New Breed Championship? Openweight Championship?


Joy Long: Possibilities don’t end there, but anything is possible.


James Ranger: Well, lets prepare for the panel. I am sure i have to address a lot of things.


A few hours later…



James Ranger is sitting with Joy Long massaging his shoulders, a friendly smile on his face as the cameras can be heard clicking.


Journalist #1: How are you feeling in regards to the EAW Roster Shakeup?


James Ranger: It is truly a wonder how fortunate i am to be in good hands in this company. I cannot express how truly lucky i am that i still have a contract with EAW. I look forward to working with the show management in taking my career to new heights. Of course, with this shuffle, i get a chance at many individuals that were affected. I cannot stress the excitement of facing wrestlers like the New Breed Champion Finnegan Wakefield, former Openweight Champion Ryan Marx,EAW Interwire Champion Moongoose McQueen, Lars Grier, El Ironico, hell...the joy of seeing Ryan Wilson on the same roster is undoubtedly greater than facing anyone else on the roster as i feel he should have graduated from NEO sooner.


Journalist #2: What about your goals? Now that you are competing under the Voltage brand...is there reason to change any of them?

James Ranger: It is something to give pause and reflect on, but i do not see the need to change course. The difference from the past with Showdown and the present with Voltage is the names of the individuals holding the straps of the show. Nobi and the National Elite Championship was my sole focus. You tend to not carry more goals than you can handle in this business. I am a bit conservative in that regard.


Journalist #3: You’re slated to face off against Chris Elite, a man who some time ago, defeated the likes of Mr. DEDEDE in what was documented as a 6.75 star match--


James Ranger: Excuse me...sorry for interrupting...but 6.75? On a scale of…?


Journalist #3: Five stars.


James Ranger: Ookay..


James pauses for effect, taking in some water, raising a finger as he places the cup of water down and clears his throat.


James Ranger: Before you take on record that i am mocking and disregarding that score as something as fake as the news reported in politics...i watched that match. There is nothing but respect for those two individuals that tore each other apart. Granted...politics were behind that match i feel, but nonetheless...a “God Killer” if there is one, Chris Elite is a very dangerous opponent to be facing right off the bat. Its completely day and night between starting off Showdown with Prince of Pathetic….and then i am facing someone who should already be world heavyweight champion as of King of Elite in my eyes. So when the you mention 6.75 out of five stars, i have reason to pause and consider what and how i should be tackling this mountain placed before me.


Journalist #1: Do you believe you can defeat Chris Elite?
James sighs as he looks away, smirking as Joy Long frowns at the journalist, stopping to take a seat next to her client. She brushes her back as James clears his throat and staring back into the crowd.


James Ranger: In this business, i like to say...believing is one thing...i call it “Hope”, sounds better right? You want to know if i HOPE to beat Chris Elite on the first week in voltage. You HOPE that with that momentum, i could...maybe lay claim to ANY of the belts on Voltage, cause let’s be realistic about this….who HAS...defeated Chris Elite in the year of 2017? Who has truly and cleanly, beaten the man who beaten a god? Not too many on that list. So when tackling someone like him. I have to have already...cleared that thought out of my mind. The first hurdle if you will. That’s the first step towards victory.  The second is matching him move for move and taking it in a different direction than what he is used to. World Class talent i will be damned...he is still human...he might be viewed as Triple A Talent in the world today, but i have a job to do: Entertain the fans and show them that there is more to Voltage than those already well known….already well established in the realm of EAW...in the realm of Voltage. The year of 2018 might start off rough, but i will not just HOPE to kick off with Chris Elite and best him. I do not do HOPE, not when you’re trying to impress and show the fans something they believe in.


Joy Long: I believe that will be all the questions answered today folks. Thank for coming and thanks for your time.


James steps up and leave as the journalists still attempt to inquire with more questions as Joy follows closely behind, her heels clicking on the floor. James’s face darkens against the lighting of the room.


Was there doubt or hope in his eyes?
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KING OF ELITE PROMO #3

    The scales that once tipped unfavorably begin to shift.

Time passes by as what was once forever soons starts to shake, knowing that something else arises.

What was presumed to be forever meets its maker.

In the end, we’re all meant to die. We’re all meant to wither away just like the rest, and no matter how special you may think you are, you know that the you will end, just like the rest of us. I’m sure you know that, don’t you? You’re the man who knows everything, the intellectual who constantly tells people who they are and what they can or cannot do in this world, and why? Because to him, he believes to be standing on a higher plane - higher than the one of a king, a president or any kind of leader that mortal men could come up with, but instead something that reeks of nothing but pure immortality. Divinity. Godship. Everyone wants to be special in life. Everyone wants to be recognized for the life they led, the actions they committed to no matter who you are; it’s a natural human desire that we all lust for. But only so, so little of us are able to achieve that rank, that class and recognition. Select few of men and women who have stamped their names and actions onto that book of history, forever remaining as individuals who will be remembered even well after they have been buried six feet under the surface. The legacies they have made have made an impact on history, leaving their mark so as to never be erased. We know I can’t destroy your legacy, no matter how hard I may try. One’s legacy is like their shadow; you know it’s there, you can pinpoint its exact location and yet you can never truly feel it within your grasp because shadows aren’t tangible things that can be held within your palms like so many other prestigious items - they’re the ones that we generate from scratch, from nothing to everything, and that’s what you’ve did. From humble beginnings to the precipice of becoming one of, if not the all-time great in this business, and that is something I can’t take away from you no matter how hard I try. The highs, the lows, the twists and turns - all things that can’t be replicated nor replaced by us. Your legacy isn’t something that I can rip away from you, Jamie, not something that I can end, because it truly is impressive - but the thing is.....that legacy doesn’t excuse this. It doesn’t excuse your actions or the Jamie O’Hara I stand against today, who wants to tear me to shreds without even giving a thought to being the World Champion anymore. No matter how grand, how gigantic and monumental that legacy is it will never excuse someone for being turning from a destroyer into a punk-ass bitch. The thing is, Jamie - you didn’t answer my question. I never said you ALWAYS needed Cameron to gain victories. I never said that you ALWAYS depended on her to win all the time when you were World Heavyweight Champion, I asked a simple question: How did you go from here, to there? How did you go from point A to point B? How did you go from retaining that very same championship in a main-event caliber match against Xavier Williams, at Pain for Pride of all places, to resorting to being a pussy who used another man’s closest friend? How do you go from the Jamie O’Hara that we saw defeat TLA cleanly at Burning Desire, stomp out his rival Xavier Williams, to being someone who barely escaped Chris fucking Elite with the skin of his teeth, having to exploit a man’s friendship for what? A few more petty days as World Champion so you can break that threshold that has withhold you? But in your head, I can hear it: “You attacked Cameron to enrage me, what makes this different?” And the truth is, buddy….at least I carry enough respect for you to do it in the build-up to this match to get you to this spot. I have enough decency within me to do it as a tactic to get under your skin instead of a tactic to “win” a match. I’m a respectable enough man, Jamie, so I won’t resort to the lows you’ve fallen to when we meet at King of Elite. I won’t need Cameron to put you down, no weapons or bullshiterry will come from me on that night because I’m there’s enough integrity within me to not do what you’ve done in order to grasp onto that belt just for one more day, one more night where the ecstasy enters your bloodstream and fills you with that joy. The thing I’m focusing on here Jamie is not the beginning of the reign, the climax, but the fall after that. The fall that started after you kneed Cameron’s face to knock her unconscious, and those months after that: Ground Zero. You and TLA battled in a match for that same championship, and despite a seemingly lack of need, you used Cameron to help you put her down. Why? Road to Redemption. She wasn’t needed there and yet you put down Keelan Cetinich with a low blow, an effective maneuver that he still clings on this day as his source of weakness….but why? Why leave yourself open for the chances? Shock Value, the absolute rock bottom in your legacy as World Heavyweight Champion. Only managing to “defeat” Chris Elite by making him choose his closest friendship over a reign of guilt that he would never be able to overcome, the night where I saw that you had validated what I had always thought, O’Hara: A man who is on the tail-end of his legacy. His last legs shake as he stands on a floor that slowly crumbles beneath him, yet somehow I’m the desperate man in this situation. Somehow, I’m the dumb cunt who doesn’t have a clue of what he’s saying, but am I really what you name me? Is it desperation, or desire? Is it delusion, or is it the vision I see using the most basic trick you will ever learn: deductive reasoning? Is it truly arrogance when everything I’ve ever said has been the truth that you can never deny? You could bury me with your accomplishments. You could toss me aside as nothing, have no heart and passion for this business and still defeat me inside that ring, but you won’t. You won’t because you know who I am, what I’ve done to you in order to stand here, and so you know that I’m a stubborn motherfucker who won’t give up his fight. Especially when that fight is against a king who has lost his step, and has fallen from his once glorious heights into the depths of hypocrisy and desperation. I won’t end your legacy. I won’t end the record-breaking accomplishments you’ve achieved or the fact that you will eventually be recognized for your status as truly - one of the best in this business.

But I will end this reign. I will take that championship away.

I know I will because I fucking can.

I’ve seen what you’ve been trying to do this week, Jamie. The same shit you pulled at Voltage, at Road to Redemption is what you’re attempting to do to me. Really - if I was as weak and as fragile as you said I am, I would have given up already. I would have dropped the ball and took my leave back to home if there was even the slightest shred of fragility inside my mind, and yet I still stand. I’m still here, talking to you and proving you wrong every step of the way. You call me weak in my head and yet you still haven’t given me one good fucking reason to quit, to just stop this pursuit altogether, and you know why? It’s because there’s a fire within me that rages, it cannot be calmed down, it cannot be stopped no matter what, but I’m sure as I say this you’ll chalk it up to me being desperate. You’ll pen it down in your notebook that it’s me being delusional with my chances yet again, without ever stopping to consider. You’re like one of those MGTOW members who say that everything a woman says is a “shitpost”, so ignorant to the truth in my words, so much so that you would push everything away and refuse to face it. You name me a liar and a false prophet, but where are my lies in saying you were human? With feelings, with emotion? That you aren’t a god, a monster, nothing divine or hellish, but a man who’s had his head up in the clouds for too long and it’s time for him to be sent crashing down to Earth. Tell me I’m wrong there. Tell me I’m wrong in calling you out for who you truly are, that you’re just another FUCKING human just like I am, just like Keelan, just like Chris Elite and so many others who stand around us, watching all of this unfold. Tell me you’re somehow different from us just because you’ve achieved “pure fuckin’ immortality.” Do you not bleed? Do you not feel rage, sorrow and joy in your life? Did you not feel true pain when I endangered the one and only love of your life? No...you’re a machine, right? “THE KING OF BULLETS! JAMIE O’HARA! FORTISSIMUS! JAMIE O’HARA! THE GREATEST MAN TO HAVE EVER LIVED! JAMIE O’HARA!” You proclaim it from the highest mountain down the lowest valley, calling out to everyone of your greatness and superiority over them. You want everyone to listen to you, step aside and let you be known as the one true king of the jungle. Every man who tries to step up to you is broken down because you question their ethic, you question their desire, and most importantly, you attack their past. You refer to it in your speeches, citing it as the reasons as to why so many are so little compared to you, but yet even through that facade you haven’t realized. Despite being here for so long, you haven’t realized what so many others have gone through to reach the peaks of their careers.

You couldn’t possibly understand.

Listen, Jamie - if everyone of us based ourselves off of our failures in life, then I wouldn’t be standing here and pushing you to the edge of complete annihilation. If we looked only at our failures and listened to those voices in our head that replay in the back of our mind, telling us that we can’t succeed, then nobody….and I mean NOBODY in this damn business would ever achieve a goddamn thing. Not Mr. DEDEDE, not Jaywalker, not CM Banks, nobody would have ever been able to achieve something in their entire lives if we built ourselves around our moral and career failures. Do you think Nobi would have been standing here today if he doubted himself everyday? Pizza Boy? So many men like those who have been kicked in the face of the world only to spit back into their faces as they now stand on top of the mountain as kings. What about you, Jamie? Have you ever considered what your life would have been if everyone in the world dwelled on your failures against Lannister and your second chance at becoming Champion being robbed from you as you were forced to start over yet again? Where would you be today if Jacob Senn and Xavier Williams had kept ridiculing you for your multiple attempts to capture that same Championship you hold today? Road to Redemption 10, King of Elite, all those other attempts where you were fingertips away, yet so far from what you sought out for? I’ll tell you: your career six feet under the fucking ground. You wouldn’t be where you are today if you and everyone looked at Jamie O’Hara and thought you would never reclaim that glory again, so don’t try to talk shit about my failures when you’re just like me, you fucking hypocrite. You claim I’m no different from your challengers, the ones who have fallen before me, but look at yourself: You’re just like the rest. You’re just like the men and women who have looked down on me my entire life because I wasn’t the right fit, because I came from a shithole deep in the gutter of this world that I couldn’t ever make it. You’re like so many others who I have encountered throughout my life, where you’ve all said the same shit to me. The difference is now….I don’t give a shit. I don’t allow myself to be haunted by my past unlike you. I don’t let that wound open up time after time again no matter what people say, unlike you who has just led the red river flow to the point where you’ve become numb to that pain. It’s not out of fear or because I’m afraid of what I may face when people like you open up that closet of skeletons, but because I know how much of a fruitless attempt it is by individuals who have faced off against me in order to try and knock me off my game or derail me from the prize. It’s not a matter of being so protective and precious about that shadow, judgemental of my failures. Things like that are meant to give you that momentary depression before you eventually realize that you need to work harder, jump back on that horse and ride off towards chasing that sun again. I don’t base myself off of my failures, and neither do you because if we both did then you wouldn’t be the fucking World Heavyweight Champion - the longest reigning World Champion at that - and I wouldn’t have proved another man wrong at Shock Value in order to stand against you once more. Do you even know what The Raven is? What it’s meant to do? I’ll entertain you with a little lecture: The Raven was born from the ashes of my failures, an epiphany formed because I had hit rock bottom. It’s not a different persona - it’s still the same old me who has been enlightened by his failures. EVOLUTION, Jamie. That’s something I apparently can’t get through your skull, but you’ll realize soon: You’ll realize that I’ve constantly evolved, since day fucking one, inching closer and closer to my goals no matter the barrages that you throw at me. No matter how much you may try to throw ruin my way, I’ll persevere. 

I know my truth as The Raven. I know my truth as your future king, as the man who enraged Jamie O’Hara and took his spot on the throne. My past exists as the record of my mistakes, but do you know what I did? I didn’t wallow in misery like you did. I wasn’t poisoned by my kryptonite and left myself open for attacks on your past, because I fought against the current. I LEARNED from my mistakes, Jamie. I learned from them so I could be better, faster stronger. Learning, which apparently is something you just couldn’t fucking do since you kept on provoking TLA and giving him chances for his title. You never learned to just put that maggot down in his place, he was YOUR mistake that you never managed to put down - Keelan did. Just over a year ago I was facing the fucking New Breeds for that title, now I stand as the man facing Jamie O’Hara who stands on frail legs and scrambles to find ways to stop me from coming for his throne, but no. I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop, because my life has built up to this pinnacle. But wait - I shouldn’t get too over my head. After all, I’m battling against Jamie O’Hara, the man who sold the world an idea that he’s some sort of god when in actuality he’s a king who once stood on top of the mountain before stumbling and falling from those heights. Jamie fucking O’Hara, right? Detective O’Hara, he knows all! He sees all! He knows everything, that’s why he’s so sure that I’ll become nothing more than a secondary act on Voltage even as Champion! He can tell my future and come up with conclusions, his word is Gospel which is why he knows all well that I’ll never be the Champion he has become! Yeah, keep conjuring up with those fantasies. Thing is, I’m not striving to be like you. Your accomplishments? Yes, but not you. Not you as a person. Not the hypocrite. Not the lying, manipulative bastard. Not the filthy backstabber who betrayed his own brother just for gold. Not the desperate man who generates lies to prove his “points”, having to make a man choose his best friend or a guilt-filled trip as Champion. I’m striving to become The Raven King. The one who flies over the land and scours for meat, and when he finds them he will rip them apart for believing that he could never become the king of the fucking jungle.You’ll sit back and rest, sipping on fine wine and living a happy life with your family as you lay content with your legacy, knowing that I’ll never become someone like you because I transformed into my own man. A man with his own legacy, with his own desires and all the hunger within his stomach to usher in the era….of The goddamn Raven. Xavier Williams spoke truth at Pain for Pride, Jamie. He warned you. Listen to his words once more:

“That’ll be the moment that you’ll understand that you’re nothing more than another Xavier Williams who did nothing more than build himself up for a greater fall than he could possibly endure. Enjoy all of it, Jamie. The euphoria is absolutely something I’ll never forget, because you’re going to loathe what comes after it’s all gone.”

And you will loathe it. All that comes after. You were once a star in the night sky who glistened bright with every other star that collided with it, but you’ve fallen. You’ve fallen Jamie, and sooner than later, you’re going to crash land back to Earth.

Don’t worry, your legacy will still be there after I take the castle you’ve built and your championship.

After all, it’s just a burden now, right?
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Stephanie Matsuda

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Bloodletter Promo #3

“Clouds of War”


(It’s dawn in Portland, Oregon as Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda is sitting atop the Moda Center with a cup of coffee beside her, watching the sunrise. She’s wearing an old ‘Sky Princes’ sky blue hoodie from her JET days. She has a hood over a ‘C9’ fitted hat and is wearing Brooklyn College sweatpants. She’s kicking her feet a little, covered by a pair of ‘C9’ New Balance sneakers, just released.)

‘Due to unforeseen technical issues, the EAW Bloodletter event has been pushed back to Sunday, December 10’. (laughs) Funny how this happens when we’re the main event, sweets. It’s as if the universe doesn’t want us to do battle if fate itself is trying to avoid the inevitable. All this does is increase my hunger for championship gold. Then again, maybe this was for the best. You and I can continue our conversation with the world listening in. This match will be unlike anything anyone has seen. We’re both not naive. We know we’re in the fight of our lives. This match isn’t about skill or experience, but rather who wants it more. We can give each other all the compliments in the world, but deep down we believe we want to be champ more than the other woman. You may have a fire that’s been going since you started, but my desire burns brighter than yours, sweets. You can’t even comprehend how important this match is for me - or maybe you can. Neither of us can’t think of losing this match. I’ve had three chances to win a title this year Aria, THREE FUCKING OPPORTUNITIES. The first was the Formation triple threat for the Women’s World Championship; The second was the Inferno match against Brody for the Specialist Championship, and the third was against Ryan Marx for the Openweight Championship. I had three chances to get it right in one year - and I’ve wasted them all. So yes, I have to be my own hype man like Ron hyping Dwayne Wayne. So allow me to flip my glasses for a moment to show you my vision.

(The camera focuses on the sunrise for a moment as Stephanie continues to speak)

I have a vision for Empire. Not to say you don’t have one of your own, sweets, but I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders for a reason. You ever notice win or lose both my competitors and I come out of battle stronger and wiser? That’s because I’m a competitor’s-competitor, Aria. There were times where I had to end the careers of those who threatened the direction of women’s wrestling. I had to end Sheridan’s chances at getting the crown, and I’m the one who made the call to lock away you-know-who, giving up the rights to those children who are now in my possession. Ec- no Joseph was the man behind the woman, pulling at Alexis’ strings. Megan and I discussed this; in fact, that’s why she stayed in The Sanatorium. That was her last gift to the world - exposing that snake for who he is. 

(A sigh is heard from Cloud before she continues)

We didn’t always get along, but I loved her like a sister, much like the way I love you sweets. You know you care about this brand more than anything. I see you out there with your title raised, etching in a win after win, shining the spotlight on Empire and women’s wrestling as a whole. With what I have planned next, I wouldn’t be able to do without this reign of yours, so I want to thank you. Though you shade the most at your opponents, there’s many a night where you compliment these girls. We’d be chilling at a lounge or Dairy Queen, and you start going on about how much potential Azumi has, how proud you are of Consuela, how much April should get a push, and we'd agreed on how much of a threat Chelsea Crowe is. You want to see everyone at their best - with you at the helm of course. But, you know that fire you talked about? It only works for you. It enables you to overcome the greatest of odds ‘Ria. My fire? It nurtures or burns everything it touches. My flame has become turned into a blazing phoenix - nurturing those I feel are important and destroying those who try me and mine. I’m the only one who can make this place more than it is and I think deep down, you know and understand where I’m coming from. But, you ain’t no bitch, ‘Ria. You’re not going down without a fight. This match is my rite of passage, the next step in the evolution of Stephanie Matsuda. I need this victory more than anything sweets; if I fail a title match for the 4th time in twelve months, then I have no business being on Empire, or in EAW period. I’d rather fall into obscurity than be the woman who just can’t get it done.

(The camera goes back to Stephanie who  puts her head down as she takes sip of coffee)

There was once a young girl who was lost at a fair. She separated from her mother, looking for the arcade tent. She made her way across the rides and the wooden roller coaster - which looked unsafe - until she ended up in the petting zoo area. There she saw a little girl, several years younger, weeping on a bench. She walked up to this girl and asked what was wrong. The little girl simply said “I can’t find mommy and daddy’. So the older girl overcame her fear of being lost to take this little girl across the Orange County Fair to find her parents. Lo and behold she not only find the little girl’s parents but her mother at the same time. This story seems out of context until it hits you. Who do you think the little girl and older one was? I was just as shocked when my mother told me the other day. I remember that little girl, but you said your name was AJ then, which was a nickname. When I saw you years later, I thought I knew you from somewhere. It’s why I started talking to you in the first place. We both couldn’t pinpoint where, but it turns out I’ve been watching over you since we were kids, Aria. 

(Cloud puts her head up, her eyes red as if she’s been fighting back the tears)

I was reminded of that little girl on that fateful Thursday night in late October. I was backstage with Tarah, Finn Wakefield, and Nasir Moore when you came to us, shaking. That face...I’ll never forget it. I can only hope you never see you like that again. I must’ve held you for hours, slumped in the corner around the production area. Nobody - minus Tarah - disturbed us for hours. I felt that small body shake and shake. I can still hear those weak whimpers buried in my sweater.

(Cloud looks distant as a couple of tears go down her cheek)

I can still hear your muffled weeping, ‘Ria. I can still feel you in my arms. That’s why I wanted to be ‘Family First.’ I may not have known about our expanded history until several days ago, but whenever you needed me the most, I was there. When you needed someone in the first Territorial Invasion match, I was there. When you were fighting Hexagun, I was there. After leaving The Coven, I returned to your side. I had your back when we bumped heads with Azuna. The nights crying about Brett Kennedy being a dick., Cailin’s betrayal, I was there for all of it. How can I think about hurting the woman who begged me not to let go early in the morning in a whimpering voice? Well, that same woman also happens to be a force of nature. You’re so strong Aria. You're possibly the bravest woman I know. You keep on trucking, winning accolade after accolade. You’re the star of Empire, the example everyone should follow. I'm going to carry you out of the ring like I carried you back to the hotel that Thursday night into Friday morning in October, just like I lead you back to your family that summer of '99.

(Cloud wipes the tears from her eyes)

But you’re not a leader. You’re one hell of an inspiration to every little girl out there, but you’re not me, sweets. Your place as a figurehead is the blueprint for my revolution. ‘The War Queen defeats Empire’s True Empress.’ Because that’s what you are - that’s your true form. You’re the last Empress standing, the unbroken. You’re the target I need to take out. It’s not my intention to break you Aria - but to rebuild you. This idea may be a foreign concept to you, but it’s been awhile since you felt a true loss. You’re riding high without a care in the world, and eventually, that roadblock is going to hit you. When it does, it ain’t going to be pretty. I rather become the one who puts it there than one of the Astraeas of the world. You don’t know what it’s likely having your ability come into question - major loss after major loss and regulated to the role of a choke artist. Sometimes I question my place in this business - which is why I MUST win. I can’t lose to you sweets - not in my fourth title match this year. I think that’s more chances than anyone else got in an entire season. The pressure is more on me then it is you; all you have to do is show up, and you’re already considered the winner. ‘Formation’ by Beyonce plays, and everybody applauds - ANOTHER WIN FOR THE ALMIGHTY FACE OF EMPIRE! AND STILL YOUR WOMEN’S WORLD CHAMPION! ARIAAAAAAA JAXOOOOOOOON! Yay, woo, and all that jazz!

(Cloud takes off her hood and fitted, her eyes narrowed as she endures the cold)

Like I said before - nobody expects me to win this fight. Not even my own family, who can’t even tell me good luck with a straight face. The world is enamored with the idea of a ‘GOAT Aria Jaxon reign.’ Well, I’m about to send those dreams crashing down and exploding upon impact. I spent too many years worrying about how the world will accept me. So, fuck it. I’m still going to get mine ‘Ria. I won’t be fighting you come tomorrow - I’ll be fighting myself for myself. That’s The Reality of Empire; every woman is out there on the battlefield, fighting for her glory, just how it is in the so-called real world. Our brand is a simulation of the everyday struggles the female species endure day in and out. I once talked about the concept of ‘fighting like Matsuda.’ I’m about to introduce the world what that means. You can have their love Aria - I’d rather have their respect. Then again, when I sling that title over my shoulder, my only concern will be who’s next and how can I make her famous? That’s what I do best ‘Ria. When I’m involved, everybody eats. All I have to do is focus on what’s currently mine and what’s about to be. That’s the true power of Empire, the true power of every woman - to take what’s rightfully hers and own the moment when she gets what she wants.

(There is a moment of silence as Stephanie stares at the sun. Her breath is seen appearing before her determined eyes. There is no sign of tears, or any form of distress on her face.)

I’ve shed my tears for you Aria-Marie Jackson Lebeau. I gave you my love, support, and undying loyalty. Now you will receive my wrath. The queen is dead.

(Stephanie stands up and puts her signature black bandanna around her face)

Long live the War Queen.

(The next scene is a shadow of Stephanie scaling down the side of the Moda Center, using her parkour skills. Stephanie drops down from above the ‘rip city’ sign and starts walking away with her hands in her pocket. The camera focuses on the sign and zooms in on ‘rip’ as if to signify ‘R.I.P.’ The following is a voiceover from an earlier interview with Stephanie Matsuda after Pain for Pride 9.)

“There’s a moment in this world where you realize all you got is you. If that’s it, then so be it. It doesn’t mean you’re alone - just that you’re the only person who believes in yourself.”
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Irónico

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Voltage Lucha
Rey De Élite: DOS

(The scene opens back outside the Youn Palace where a large crowd has gathered. However, on this occasion nobody is lining up at the bar to purchase beverages. Rather, a crowd watches as El Irónico and a number of others are sat in several lined up rows with multiple pints stood on the tables in front of them. There is much commotion as barmaids, camera men and broadcasters flit across the harried scenes. And a banner is stretched across the Youn Palace reading “WBAA Drinking Championships 2017”. We cut to Paddy the Pub Landlord and Alanis Morissette at the announcer’s table.)

Paddy: A’reet Youns! Welcome to the World Beer and Ale Association Drinking Championships, Boozerweight Division. My name is Paddy and I am happy to be here calling the action for you alongside our beautiful singer-cum-agony aunt-cum-Colour Commentator, Alanis Morissette.

Alanis: I am especially happy to be here because I got stuck in traffic and was running late. Isn’t that ironic? ...Don’t you think?

Paddy: No… No, I don’t think so at all. But on that note allow me to thank our sponsors,The Carlsberg Group, for making this event possible and supplying us with several hundred gallons of Skol lager for our athletes this evening.

Alanis: Well I’m sure they’ll “Skol” it down quickly. Ha Ha! The irony.

Paddy: …

Alanis: A quick run down of the athletes now. This is an open competition so we have a good mix of established professionals and enthusiastic amateurs. Among the frontrunners is the 86 year old Barbara McFadden over there wearing the green and white hoops of Glasgow Celtic. With 80 years of experience since she first began in the junior leagues, she is of course the most experienced competitor here today.

Paddy: Her past exploits in the mixed grape and grain division are the stuff of legend. It usually takes more than lager alone to put her out of commission so you have got to tip her to go very very far this evening.

Alanis: She’s definitely up there, Paddy. Although, the competition may just be stiffer than the drinks this year. The betting favourite just took his seat at the back there.

Paddy: I see him. It looks like one ‘Big Daddy’ Bastiaan, the current European Champion from Munchen, Germany. They say that at his house it is Oktoberfest for 365 days of the year. That is right, ladies and gents, he is only ever sober once in a leap year. And it shows. At 6 foot tall and about 6’2 wide he certainly strikes an imposing silhouette but will he have overshadowed the rest of the competition when this is all said and done?

Alanis: Maybe, but there is one man we still haven’t spoken about.

Paddy: You mean the uno?

Alanis: The only…

Paddy & Alanis: EL IRÓNICO!

Paddy: Of course we haven’t forgotten. The big dual-sports crossover superstar is currently preparing with his patented regime of stretching exercises. Laces untied for good luck. Classic. Back in the world of wrestling, he has set his sights on become the next King of Elite, but first can he prove once again that he is the King of The Boozerweights?

Announcer: ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will proceed by standard international elimination rules until only one competitor remains. Lightweights may resign at any time by pressing their palms together and waiting for an official to escort them out. Otherwise elimination is by loss of consciousness, by the involuntary excretion of bodily fluids such as vomit and urine, or at the discretion of the referee if deemed to be unfit to continue or acting in an unacceptable manner. Each competitor is allowed no more than one toilet break. With that said, good luck to everyone. On your marks… Get set… SCULL!!!

(DINGA DINGA DINGA)

Alanis: We are off and WOW they are really knocking it back like tap water out here.

Paddy: They are really thirsty, Alanis. Some of these drunks have gone days without a drink just so they could guzzle down a few more here. Yes. Our athletes have been braving all sorts of withdrawal symptoms to prepare for this moment and now they just can’t wait to drink themselves into a coma.

Alanis: Thankfully we have Greg and his after-care team on standby. These are some of the very worst alcoholics that I have ever seen, Paddy.

Paddy: The sacrifices that these guys have made to compete here today. We are not worthy, Alanis. Most of these scallies have destroyed their careers, their families, and their livers just to be here. They are all champions in my book.

Big Daddy Bastiaan: MORE!!!

Alanis: AND BASTIAAN! Big Daddy Bastiaan has already final solutioned his first six pints and the barmaids are having trouble keeping up with him and his bottomless gullet.

Paddy: The chasing pack is not too far behind though. Bastiaan is followed shortly after by Barbara, Irónico, and Dennis the Menace to Sobriety at about a half-pint behind. The pace still showing no signs of slowing…

Alanis: WAIT! DENNIS!!! Dennis the Menace to Sobriety has just bolted upright off his stool out of nowhere and now he is sprinting towards the portaloos… NO! HE DIDN’T MAKE IT, BAH GAWD!!! DENNIS HAS JUST CHUNDERED EVERYWHERE AND THAT IS OUR FIRST ELIMINATION!

Paddy: What a lightweight. Why did he even bother entering?

Alanis: I honestly have no idea, Paddy.

Paddy: Well I guess he is not the only one. We are getting to that point now where all the lightweights who were just holding on trying not be the first to go are starting to resign or spew their guts out one by one. We are quickly whittling down to the serious competitors here.

Alanis: Not only that, Paddy, but we are also seeing a lot more people begin using their designated piss break, but is it premature? As Big Daddy Bastiaan makes his way back to his stool you just have to question whether he has broken the seal too soon.

Paddy: That is a good point. I think it is safe to say that we are now entering into “the sesh beyond”, the real endurance phase of the competition. At this point the sheer volume of liquid consumed becomes as much of a challenge, if not more than the actual effects of alcohol intoxication. The pace has slowed right down. Those who broke the seal early are finding themselves up the creek without a piss break, although Bastiaan appears to still be in a comfortable position...

Irónico: ANOTHER ROUND, LADITOOOSSSSS!!!

(Irónico slams an empty pint glass as barmaids hurry to bring him more drinks.)

Paddy: WHAT IN THE WORLD!?!?

Alanis: BAH GAWD! WHAT SPIRIT FROM THE IRONIC LUCHADOR!!! AT 16 PINTS HE MUST HAVE ALREADY DRUNKEN HIS OWN BODY’S VOLUME. AND HE HASNAE EVEN HAD HIS PISS BREAK!

Paddy: I… I have no words… Where does he put it all?

Alanis: HIS LIVER IS LIKE A COSMOS ALL UNTO ITSELF! EVERY DROP THAT PASSES HIS LIPS FALLS INTO THE DEEP BOTTOMLESS VOID!!! HOW MUCH CAN A HUMAN BEING DRINK? ONE HAS TO ASK: WHERE HAVE WE BEEN? WHERE ARE WE GOING? THEIR FORMS ARE LIKE UNTO THE GODS THEMSELVES! THIS IS TRULY AWE-INSPIRING!!! WHAT WE MAY WELL BE WITNESSING HERE TODAY IS THE GENESIS… THE BIRTH OF THE NEXT STAGE OF HUMAN LIVER EVOLUTION!!!

Paddy: We are fast leaving behind the twenty pint mark and all that’s left are three athletes. El Irónico… Barbara McFadden… and Big Daddy Bastiaan. All pushing the limits of human alcohol endurance.But each one is looking absolutely hammered. Any single one of them could drop out at any moment.

(An unstable Barbara MCFadden suddenly collapses off her stool)

Barbara: FUCK MAH HIP!!!

Alanis: OH MY GAWD! BARBARA MCFADDEN HAS JUST LITERALLY FALLEN OUT OF THE COMPETITION! SHE’S FALLEN AND SHE CAN’T GET UP AND NOW EMTS ARE RUSHING ONTO THE SCENE. AND THAT IS THE DANGER INHERENT IN THIS SPORT! THESE ATHLETES ARE PUTTING LIFE AND LIMB ON THE LINE FOR THIS CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Paddy: And then there were two. Two titans of this sport who will do absolutely anything to win the crown. It has been a long and arduous road but finally it appears that the end of the journey is in sight.

Alanis: Irónico is wobbly. He looks like he is about to go at any moment, but he forces himself to chug down another brew. Dare I say it he doesn’t look in a good way.

Paddy: Hold it, Alanis. Check out Bastiaan. He’s crossing his legs and fidgeting all over the place.

Alanis: My god, you’re right Paddy. I think he is starting to regret the early piss break. I think… I think he’s broken the seal and now he can’t hold it in.

Paddy: both men are looking increasingly desperate now. Irónico begins to scull his next pint… BUT HE STOPS HALFWAY! HE PUTS THE GLASS DOWN MIDWAY AND HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOING TO VOM… BUT  NO!!! HE HOLDS IT IN AND FORCES DOWN THE REST OF THE PINT. WHAT A SOLDIER!

Alanis: AND BASTIAAN’S IN TROUBLE! HE’S HARDLY TAKEN A SIP AS HIS FOCUS IS FIRMLY ON NOT PISSING HIMSELF HERE. BUT IT MAY BE TOO LATE… BAH GAWD!!! ABSOLUTE SCENES!!! THE SEAL IS BROKEN! THE LEVY BREAKS ONCE AND FOR ALL AND A STREAM OF URINE SOAKS HIS LEDERHOSEN! THE LONG WHITE SOCKS STAINED A SICKLY YELLOW AND THE OFFICIAL HAS SEEN ENOUGH. HE THROWS UP THE X AND THIS IS ALL OVER!!!

(DINGA DINGA DINGA)

(The crowd roars into a chant of “you fat bastard” as a shamed Big Daddy Bastiaan is escorted away. Meanwhile an almost unconsciously drunk El Irónico has his arm raised to a rapturous applause.)

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… AND THE WBAA BOOZERWEIGHT DRINKING CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… EL IRÓNICO!!!

Alanis: That one was a performance for the ages, Paddy. Legends will be told of this day for generations to come.

Paddy: A hugely defiant performance and a well earned victory. We’ll be back for a press conference with Irónico once he has sobered up enough to speak with us. Until then, I am Paddy… This is Alanis… Signing off.

***** Several Hours Later *****

(The camera fades back to a vaguely cogent Irónico sat in front of a microphone and a seated audience. His new WBA Drinking Championship is slung over his shoulder.)

Reporter #1: Thank you for your time, Irónico. So how does it feel to finally get your hands on the gold.

Irónico: Ah fuckin’ beltin’ mate. A’m at t’ foot of mi stairs ah tells yer. As soon as this bleedin’ hangover shakes itself off we’ll be lish a swine in a mud bath.

Reporter #2: You’ll be returning to wrestling this Sunday to face off against an old friend Keelan Cetinich in the first round of the King Of Elite Tournament. But I have got to ask… Today was the big one, wasn’t it?

Irónico: ‘twas *a* big ‘un. Ah wouldnae ‘ave dwined my time here if that were nae the case. Sayin’ that, ah gots me eyen locked onto King o’ Elite like a G-clamp. A’m nae letting it slip easy-like. An’ yous can expect El Irónico to be givin’ 126% just like he did ‘ere. Next questión?

Reporter #3: Hi. I was just wondering how you feel about your large following in the gay community.

Irónico: They buys us drinks every once in a blue moon so those chicos are a’reet by me. But ah gotta ask what kind of fuckin’ question that was. Stop tryin’ to stir t’ pot tha’ daft ‘ape’th or A’ll ‘ave you outside. Actually fuck this shit. Nae more questións. Especially not from yous cunts from t; Sun. Ah remembers Hillsborough. Anyway, ah did have shit to say so a’ll say it and then that’s the lot.

A’ve been told a lot of shit over t’ years. A’ve been told that ah canny wrestle. A’ve been fuckin’ laughed at reet in mah face by every cunt and his dog cos naebody believed that a sesh gremlin like me could ever make it as an elite athlete without cleaning up their act. Ah guess naebody over here’s heard of Paul Gascoigne but it doesnae matter in t’ slightest. See a’m the kind of claht’ead that isnae much good at taking on advice. Yous know t’ kind. Never listened in class. Don’t fuck with doctors unless humpty dumpty really does need fettlin’ back together again. An’ ah gots nae pension cos ah already decided a’m popping mah clogs young. The reason that a’m here, that a’m competing to be King of Élite, the only reason that any cunt can entice me to do owt at all is cos ah fuckin’ love it. Nowt else. The minute owt stops ticklin’ my fancy is t’ minute that ah stop my faffing with it and turn to sommit else that has me suited better. Even with mah fickle nature, there are two loves that ‘ave  gripped my heart like addictions that ah just canny kick no matter how hard ah try. T’ first is obvious. It’s the sesh, it’s why a’m ‘ere. An’ t’ second? It’s t’ reason why a’m in the runnin’ to be t’ next King of Élite… The Fight. Plain an’ simple. Easy enough that a five year old on ket should be able to understand it. Ah gets more of a kick from proving knob heads wrong than ah does from any drug that can be smoked, injected, or shoved up yer jack.

Usually that is why a’d say ah love it when some spanner tries to question me. The number of chavos who ‘ave tipped up chattin’ macca about me an’ not gettin’ it through their skulls that they are just givin me t’ motivation to keep the party goin’... Usually. This time around the bend there’s some questions asked that really ‘ave given me some gip. Well not really the questions themselves. It’s still the same old shit. Ah couldnae possibly be takin’ things as seriously as my opponent. Ah nae wanty it enough. A’m nae t’ uno who’s ready to represent Voltage. That’s just dandy, but what really grinds me is who it came from. Keelan Cetinich, you’re a good ladito really, ah knows that. But reet now you are gettin’ a wee bit big for yer britches, chavo. Tha’ wanny talk about t’ confidence that Team Keelan ‘ad going into Territorial Invasion an’ our clash with Cuntlos an’ his Cunt Squad. A’reet. Let’s chat. Let’s chat aboot how yous stood ready for war against The Strongest Arm in EAW, A Champion, A Monster… and Cody, but you never once feared the result cos tha’ knew that the team he chose had it covered like gravy on cheese an’ chips.

Do you know what ah find irónico?

As quick as yer wanny be to put down my chances now, you were always one of the first to have any faith in me. At Territorial Invasion, you couldnae afford any dead weight. Everything had to be just so. Nowt a spanner out of place. An’ tha’ had to be confident in every last member of his team. So obviously, it came as a surprise to some when you chose Irónico of all people to be your 4th man. Everybody thought that you were fuckin’ barmy But you saw something that naebody else did. You had the faith. You stuck by yer guns an’ when t’ dust settled, you were proven right. Team Keelan turnt out to be t’ absolute bollocks an’ every last one of us hath proven that ‘twer no fluke. T’ Big un kicked yer up t’ Khyber to move on to Jamie O’Hara. T’ dangly un is New Breed Champo. An’ t’ drunken luchador is about to give you t’ fight of yer life this Sunday. You understand that, really. No need to keep up the bravado, mate. You can wind yer neck in. Because whatever verbal diarrhea tha’ wanny spew, you’ve thought highly of this cunt at least since Territorial Invasion. Since then, a’ve only gotten better, an’ better, an’ better, an’ better. Now that makes me pretty confident. But this is where the confidence that tha had at Territorial Invasion starts to be a reason to doubt. You ken it, a’m a better tosser to ‘ave on yer team than to ‘ave against yer. An’ that is why ah know that yous clutching at whinnlestraws cos deep down you ain’t ‘alf as confident as you pretend to be. As for me, A’ve every reason to fancy my chances:

“Another unfortunate loss for the record books...Lars Grier easily got the best of me at Shock Value”

Y’know what that is, Keelan? That’s yer piss break. That’s the very momento that you decided “ah canny hold it together no longer. A’m gonny let it all out an’ try an start again”. Well you’ve let it all out for some instant relief but you’ve gone an’ done it now. Now the seal is broken an’ there is nowt stoppin’ these grim thoughts floodin’ into yer head. T’ shame. T’ humiliation as if you just wet yer kecks in public. The dirty feeling all over yer skin. Now on paper a’ve not done any better than you. We Are The Bollocks have nae gone down in the record books as this year’s Grand Pricks winners. An’ I’m not getting my rematch with Finn for the title after all. The difference is that I don’t accept for uno minuto that Harvey Yorke or Di Consentes got t; better of me. There’ll be some cow or other that says a’ve just been making excuses. But that doesnae matter. What does matter is that Ah still feel like a fuckin’ winner winner chicken dinner an’ any cunt that chats otherwise is just giving me more salt for seasoning. That is why I am still confident of kicking yer nut in on Sunday. For the first time in probably forever, a’m not here to prove naebody wrong. I’m here to prove YOU right. To prove right all of yer wee doubts. An’ to prove that t’ confidence that you, Keelan Cetinich, had in me doin’ the job at Territorial Invasion is a confidence that you can still have in me doing the job today.

Because I AM The Bollocks

And the wheels on the bus are gonny just keep turning.


You can be confident in that.
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Empire Promo #3

“Ring Ready”


I can’t wait to get in the ring with you, Goldilocks. Seriously - after days of going back and forth I finally get to see how much damage being away from Empire has done to you. You may have seen Aria and I arguing about whether or not she’s a hundred percent for our much. The truth is, a wrestler who is ‘ring ready’ is never a hundred percent. To be physically fresh means it’s been months since your body hit the ropes, or that you’ve taken a bump. The irony is that to be properly accustomed to fighting in the squared circle; your body must be honed to take punishment. Of course, too much punishment can break you before it builds you. You just need the right amount of training and preparation to be considered “ring ready”. The mere fact that you had to resort to cheap tactics against Chelsea showed me that you are not ring ready, Sher. Can you kick out of Cloud City - my patented straight-jacket German suplex that I’ve perfected? Chelsea did. Why? Because she was freaking ring ready! Will you be able to escape from my Blasian Sunrise or rolling kneebar? If you’re not ring ready, you won’t. With all this yapping, all I see is a woman who is not ready to go one-on-one with the Fist of God, wielder of the Final Heaven, the innovator of the Chimeraplex, inheritor of the title of “Goddess of Puroresu”! Some call me sensei, others call me senpai, and come tomorrow night, you will call me YOUR LORD AND F*bleep*KING SAVIOR, Goldilocks!  Enough with the games and arrogant tirades - I’m here for a fight; I want you to give me one hell of a warm-up before my battle with Ms. Jaxon. 

(Cloud takes out a bottle of beer and takes out a sip)

I’m going to destroy your soul Goldilocks. I’m going to devour you whole and not in the good way that Monica likes. This is a different type of dining experience, sweets. This fight is about finishing the job, something I’ve should have done back in September. I may call Cailin’s physical therapy center and warn them that business is about to pick up! I’m going to curb stomp your face into the mat, go all Detroit Rock City on your spine so that you can get a taste of what fighting the Vixen Killer is like. Beating you to a bloody pulp will not only send a message to Aria, but to anyone else who dares underestimate The War Queen of EAW, co-founder of The Zaibatsu. I will break you, and it’ll be for your good, sweets. You’ll be ring ready and primed to reclaim your former glory. Until then, this story isn’t about you - it’s about me, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda and my rise to power. Aria had her chance, and I was willing to back her all the way. Now, it’s time for her to move aside and watch me take flight.

(Takes a sip)

That’s God - or rather, time to fly. This is a Matsuda production after all. Victory is decided to those who know the battlefield, and from where I’m standing you’re unfamiliar with Empire’s new landscape. So get to the back of the line and watch them knock down the rest of the roster like dominoes. Do they want to see a Queen? I’ll show them what it means to run s*bleep*t. I’ve played the waiting game, ran beside those more deserving; all I see now are broken dreams and lost promises. Sheridan Müller, your days in My Empire are numbered. German Efficiency is dead - overshadowed by a Blasian Sunrise. This tale is about more than your blood feud with Tarah Nova; this is the tale of two queens - one who leads the New Guard and a defector who became a War Queen.

Stay woke, Goldilocks.
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SHOCK VALUE PROMO #3

REDEMPTION.

I wonder - what is it like through the eyes of greatness? How does it feel to be on top of the world, to be showered with praise and glory unlike any other? Presidents, world leaders, entrepreneurs, kings and champions - all have tasted the sweet ecstasy of being the greatest and being beloved. I ponder often during times where I am able to lock out everything else, and swim in my sea of thoughts. Pondering, wondering the existential questions that this life offers and the joys and pains that each of us, as humans feel in our lifetime. A morbid curiosity, maybe, but still a fun one to explore. Tiberius, Nico, Jamie. What do they feel? What is the feeling that they get every time they get out of bed, go through their daily routine and meet their respective belts? How does it feel for them to be revered and praised by onlookers as greats and legends of the business? Not even them, either. The ones who came before. Jacob Senn, Brian Daniels, Robbie V, all had that feeling once in their lives of euphoria and bliss. It’s a thing in my mind that has lingered ever since I started chasing the New Breed title, or ever since I started to become entertained with the prospect of gold, rather. The men and women who have come and gone, the ones who have yet to arrive - what goes through their heads? Grandeur, that elation and jubilation….I don’t just wonder about it. I LONG for it. Every man does, as a matter of fact. You wouldn’t be standing on this planet and have not been longing or desiring success - that is just the natural state of the human mind. Us, as humans cling onto material things such as gold, crowns, kingdoms and money, and build our entire lives around them. We create routines that are based on the fact that we consider ourselves legends, greats, and icons of this business. See, routines are what us as human beings generate in order to keep everything in check; we use it to make sure that we get our shit on time, that we are able to do everything that we have set out to accomplish to the best of our abilities, no matter what. Routines are there to remind us of our daily tasks, and how those tasks can help further yourself towards your goal. When you’re a champion, the routines that you have built for yourself are based on the fact that you are the current champion, that you are the one who has that title resting upon your shoulder, and so you dedicate most of your life to it. But routines - routines are precious, too. They’re so precious, in fact, that the moment they are broken it leaves an individual lost. They don’t know where to go, what to do, and how to do it. The routine has been broken - what the fuck are they supposed to do now? Maybe that’s why when one loses something they hold dear to their heart, something of worth, that’s why it’s so crushing for us. That’s why it is so, so painful to know that everything you used to do, everything you once had has been stricken away from you, breaking that all too familiar routine of glory, success, and greatness unlike any other. But routines don’t just come for the champions, no. For the fans of this company. For others in this business, there are routines. See - TLA had a special routine, a routine that everyone knew would happen over, and over, and over again, but he never saw it. He always looked to the bright side, always reached out for the sun, but when it came to it he crashed into the sun, and burned on the way down. Every time - and I do mean EVERY TIME - he’d run. He’d charge forth, run towards his enemies and straight towards his goal like a raging bull. In his mind, everything was going right for him; this would be the night, he told himself. This would be the day where TLA finally has achieved everything, finally breaks through the glass ceiling and becomes who he has always, always sought out to be. Every single fucking time. And the crowd, the fans...oh, they bought into it. They bought into it like a fucking Wall Street banker, and wholeheartedly believed in their hearts, and in their minds that he would finally get his dues paid. Finally, he’d achieve it. But I suppose we know where that ended, now do we? I don’t remorse over the firing of TLA. I don’t rejoice at it either, because he was a man I seeked to prove against, a man I seeked to stand over at one point in redemption for my past failures against him, but now he’s gone and I can’t change it. Seems that the pressure mounting on him was far, far too much for his frail and shivering spirit to handle. That was his routine. Over, and over, and over again, it’d run like a cycle. He’d never see past it, and ultimately his routine is what broke him, what caused his downfall. But see...you, Keelan, have a different routine compared to everyone else. A routine that isn’t based around failure, but instead one of success. In your lengthy and storied career, there has been a common thread that has remained, despite the changes you went through and whether or not the fans believed in you. In every federation and company you have been in, no matter how long you were within it, no matter the trials and tribulations you faced - the thread would always be that Keelan Cetinich would end his run as a World Champion. Time after time again, you proved that you were not only the best, but that you could be the best in every single place that you have been apart of. It’s a routine that has followed you like a shadow since the dawn of your career….a routine that’s sure to be conducted here, right? Right here, in EAW, Keelan will do it, right? He’ll follow his routine, beat me, and beat Jamie to become Champion, right?

How frail.

This - this is what you cling onto. This is your ammunition, your firepower and argument against me. This is what proves you to be better, right? This is why Keelan’s going to take it all, why he’s going to break through that glass ceiling like it’s nobody’s business! How….weak. The poles you hold onto for dear life, what you grab onto to stand your ground are such weak nonfactors that barely make any difference in this dangerous world we do battle in. Surely, you must know the consequences that come with bringing along your past. Oh, so because you did it before, it will happen again, right? Because you were so proficient and efficient back in your days, EAW is just like the rest, and you’ll conquer it just like you did in the past, right? Give me a fucking break. I’ll explain to you why I condemn you for this - the past, while important and fundamental in our lives, is not something that can be tread lightly. It isn’t something that you can bring up and expect to not have repercussions. Important and valuable, yes - there are lessons you can take from it, and learn from. But as a claim? As a stake to your claim to become the World Champion? It’s weak. Weaker than any possible existing object on this earth. Weaker than an ant, weaker than a coward’s spirit, is one’s past when used as a way to convince others. Allow me to phrase it for you: Just because it happened once, doesn’t mean it will happen again. Just because you were some sort of fucking king in another federation with all of the gold and the praise doesn’t mean that in here, you’ll be treated with the same royalties. Tell me - do you see me using my past as a way to show that I’m better than you or shit like that? Do you see me saying that because I’ve beaten APOCALYPSE, Amadeus, and single-handedly pulled your team out of a grave at Territorial Invasion, that I am better than you? Short answer: No. No, because that shit doesn’t fly around here. I don’t cling to the past, I don’t use it in a way to further expand myself and make me seem bigger than what I am, because I know the very heavy consequences that arrive with doing so. Referencing your World Championship success in other companies, and bullshit like “not giving Jamie my 100%” are slippery straws in your hands that are bound to fall and slip away from your grasp. But wait...you’re a veteran, right? Of course! It all makes sense now: Keelan Cetinich, the much older, much more experienced and more aware competitor is going to kick my ass at Shock Value, because of what? Because he knows better than me. That’s right, folks! That’s fucking right, he is better than me, he is greater than me and superior because what he’s suffered through and the trials that he’s faced. I’m nothing more than some fucking rookie, a man getting his feet wet in this business am I right? I apologize, I have no right to speak to a man of such high caliber in this cutthroat world of ours! See, what makes me so….so FUCKING aggravated is men like you. Men who look down on me. Men who think that because they’re a veteran, because they’re accomplished and have achieved shit in their lives means that they get to act all high and mighty, standing over the clouds and over me. Individuals who think they have the right to talk me down and treat me nothing more than just some clueless rookie, lost in the sea of sharks. Is that all I am to you, Keelan? A moron? A rookie? A man who has no place in this business? What a fucking idiot. I’ve played these games before, already. I’ve been faced with this paradoxical countless times before. Scott Oasis. Jamie. You. Over and over again, I’ve been faced with this question like it’s an alarm clock I need to deal with every morning. But now...now I have a definite answer. Now, I know how to respond. Fuck you. I know I’m a rookie. I know that I’ve only been here for less than a year, I know that there are still roads for me to travel and lessons that I will come to learn...but to play the veteran card in this game is such a pathetic fucking way to get in my head. Do you think I haven’t failed? Do you think I haven’t improved? Do you think that I haven’t learned from my mistakes, gotten back up and faced the challenges from before? No - I’ve done it all. All under the span of a year, I’ve witnessed this world we live in, what is to expect and what you can’t predict, so DON’T come up to me and act like I can’t prepare for you, like I can’t prepare for this match and that there is no possibility of becoming a young legend in this business, BECAUSE I KNOW I FUCKING CAN.

Arrogance is never a blessing, always a curse.

You should know better than that. Someone as decorated and as star-studded as you should know so, so much better than to let your own ego cloud the reality of what faces you. We all have arrogance within us, I’m not going to lie. We all have a dark, dark ego that makes us do things that we wouldn’t normally do all to fulfill the greedy desire to have more than what we have. Even I let my arrogance consume me from time to time, and you wouldn’t be human if you haven’t let delusion cloud your mind at one point. But...what you can’t accuse me of, Keelan, is making excuses. You can’t accuse me of conjuring up lies to protect myself - I’ve moved far, far beyond from that route to go back to it. Seeing because you’re a dumb cunt, and still have yet to realize why Jamie had such grand wraps around you, here’s an explanation: Jamie didn’t control me. He isn’t a fucking wizard. By “control”, I meant in a different sense. Indirect control. Twisting one’s words, one’s convictions and beliefs and turning it against them. It is a way to make one self-destruct, crumble from the inside well before you are set to meet them in a ring or in any battle. Less of an excuse, and more of a realization. A realization of just how fucking stupid I was to allow myself to be caught in that trap. It’s genius, not going to lie - it’s a ploy and tactic that as I’ve stated, so many of the legends in this business use to get their way. Do you think DEDEDE would be where he is today if he didn’t know how to manipulate others? Do you think he would be a legend, a multiple time World Champion if he didn’t know how to turn others into his personal marionettes? I wasn’t more of complaining or bitching about losing to Jamie - that was exactly what he was doing to me. I was more mad at myself, more angry that I couldn’t see just how much influence and how he had shattered my willpower and mind before we even encountered each other on Voltage. I ran towards him, full of arrogance, believing all through my heart that I would be the first man to defeat him, the first man to send him toppling down from his throne, but like so many others who came before me, and others who came after, I fell. I realized soon after just what I had done wrong, and ever since then I’ve obsessed myself and have seeked to complete my redemption. Redemption for my failures, for my setbacks, and redemption so that I can finally prove to the world that Lars Grier has what it takes to be a legend...to be a king in this business. It’s just a damn, damn shame that this entire week, the only thing you’ve been able to see is yourself in the mirror, the World Heavyweight Championship along your waist. Calling me delusional, calling me a moron...it only goes to show just how much you truly see this week. Seeing as we edge closer and closer to Shock Value, I’ll have you know that I’m grateful for the role you’ve played in this week. I’m thankful that this week, you played exactly where I wanted you to be - riled up, pissed, and in the palm of my hands. This week, I’ve angered you with valid and powerful statements, but the resilience you have has pushed you to rebel against the very idea of me being the World Champion. You just can’t fucking stand it, can you? You can’t stand the idea, the possibility that there is another man out there who is equally as dangerous, equally as driven and focused to become the same thing that you fight for. So much so, to the point where all that you resort to is calling me childish names like “moron”, and for what? In a petty attempt to seem superior to me? Fuck off with that shit. I will always find it funny how a veteran like you knows so little of the game we play, how easily you can be manipulated as you were this week. Knowing you, though, none of this will hit you until after Shock Value. Until after my name is being shouted, my theme playing and the World Champion in my sight. 

Don’t think I haven’t fought for this. Don’t think I haven’t fucking worked, that I haven’t battled and fought to achieve my goals. I don’t expect everything to be handed to me - what kind of world would I be living in if I thought that? Your bullshit world I presume. I’ve played you into my hands, have made you seem invincible, which is why it will feel all the more gratifying, all the more crushing for you. If you think I’m just going to accept defeat and lay down for you, then clearly, the clouds have gotten into your eyes and have blocked you from seeing the reality - the reality that I have worked too hard for this. Place your bets, go all in, because it will all be in nothing more than vanity in the end. The closest you’ll ever get to that championship will be nothing more than a fucking paper cut-out next to a framed photo of yourself, as long as I am the one standing in your path. I never stated that I wasn’t willing to do anything out of the ordinary - what bullshit did you pull that out from? Instead, I said the opposite. I said I was READY, I was willing to go extreme and fucking break all of your limbs and shatter you if it meant that I would be chasing that World title again. I’m already too, too fucking tired of people looking down on me, people thinking that I will never be able to succeed, all because you bitches have never seen what The Raven does. The Raven doesn’t quit after a loss. He doesn’t drop dead and fall down because he wasn’t able to achieve something, instead he FIGHTS. He fights to prove fuckers like you that he isn’t a joke, that he isn’t a moron, but instead someone who is worthy of being called “Champion.” At Road to Redemption, you may have indeed faced The Raven at 100%, but here’s the thing - The Raven never stops. He never stops improving, he never stops fighting, not even after his goal has been reached. At Road to Redemption, I suffered a loss that broke me. A loss that shattered me, but do you know what I did? I didn’t mope. I didn’t become filled with sorrow, but instead I picked the pieces back up again, and I marched on. That’s what you do too, right? You faced Jamie, you lost, and now you’re learning. I can’t take that away from you. I can’t take away the fact that you’ve gotten stronger, and much more intelligent from that time...but what I can take away from you is this opportunity. I can take away from you your mind, your fighting spirit, and I can take away your fucking career if I have to. I’ll speak again, I’ll speak over and over and over again if it means getting through that thick fucking skull of yours that I will be able to do it. I’VE WORKED, YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? I’VE FOUGHT SINCE I STARTED IN THIS COMPANY TO BE AT THE TOP, TO BE CROWNED CHAMPION, AND I WILL NOT LET A MOTHERFUCKER LIKE YOU TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME. NOT AGAIN. THERE IS A RAGE INSIDE OF ME THAT FILLS. AND IT IS READY TO CONSUME YOU AND ALL OF YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS OF BECOMING THE KING OF THIS BUSINESS. 

I WILL TAKE MY CROWN, I WILL TAKE THAT CHAMPIONSHIP, AND ELECTROCUTE YOU TO DEATH IF THAT IS WHAT IS REQUIRED.

Four words.

REGRESSION. RETRIBUTION. REDEMPION.


RAVEN.
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Empire Promo #3

“Watch Me”


(The scene opens with a close-up of Jimmy Wilde’s face hitting the mat. The next scene shows Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda dodge kicks from Billy Wilde. The angle widens to show that she’s sparring with her proteges in the ring at the War Room Dojo. She catches Billy’s leg and avoids the enzuigiri. She locks in the ankle lock, and moments later, Billy starts tapping)

Billy: UNCLE! UNCLE! UC- I MEAN AUNTIE! AUNTIE!

(Stephanie lets go of the submission and walks to a nearby corner where a water bottle sat under the turnbuckles. She takes a swig and turns to her tag team students)

Stephanie: You’re both progressing - but still have ways to go. 

(The Wild Boys groans and get to their feet)

Billy: Man! You’re kicking our butts more than usual, sensei! Is something on your mind?

Jimmy: I bet you she’s thinking about the kiwi.

Billy: Why would Cloud-sensei be thinking about fruit at a time like this? Kiwis are good though.

(Stephanie grins at the camera for  moment)

Stephanie: They indeed are. Especially when they’re screaming out in pain.

Billy: …

Jimmy: ...Uh, sensei?

Stephanie: Nani?

Billy: Fruits don’t talk?

Jimmy: Fruits don’t talk.

Stephanie: (sighs) Take five boys.

(Cloud watches The Wild Boys leave the ring. A moment later, she turns to the camera)

Stephanie: Queenslayer? My, aren’t we ambitious. It never fails, does it? Some trick gets a streak going with a couple of wins and all of the sudden she’s the best in the world! As one of nine active women left over from the ‘Vixens’ era, I can safely say I’ve seen many a woman make bold assumptions about her prowess in the ring. You’re good Chelsea - but until you can get past me, you might want to tuck away that moniker of yours for a later date. Don’t you worry about my comfort zone - every time that bell rings I’m in my element, sweets. You claim you got in the heads of Aria and Sheridan? Fine, I’ll give you that. Let me ask you this - what are you going to do when you find out that s*bleep*t doesn’t fly with me? How will you manage when you’ve exhausted every move in your playbook? It’s not enough to hope and pray that somehow you; psyched me out. I’ve already shared the squared circle with you sweets - the only thing I’ll take at face value from you is your unconscious body. Until then, I’m just going to wail on you over and over. I’m going to kick you around, bend your body like a pretzel, and toss you around until you pass out (grins). Or just pin you 1-2-3. I’m not a greedy woman Chelse - I’ll take what I can get. 

(Stephanie walks towards the camera and leans over the ropes)

Stephanie: Your illusion is gone sweets - there is no more mystique to hide from. That’s the dependency I talk about in my interviews; you showboat types rely too much on the pomp and circumstance. Sure, a few mind games and intimidation can go a long way, but I spent my whole career fighting people who tried to get in my head. Haruna Sakazaki, Hexagun, Sanatorium, Sheridan Müller, and even The Sirens attempted to play games with my triggers. You’re a new dog barking up the same tree. You want to believe in this idea that I’m not ready for this match, that my mind is clouded - no pun - with thoughts of facing Aria at Bloodletter. To be honest? I’ve never been so focused in my life. Like I said - I didn’t want this match, but she gave me no choice. Aria Jaxon vs Stephanie Matsuda was destined to happen from the moment I was signed to EAW. Sure the Cailins, HBGs, Cams, and Azumis of the world try to cut in line - but that’s okay. I’m here, and now it’s my turn to take a crack at the queen. As for you? Just make several seats over there boo-boo kitty and watch a War Queen rage across the battlefield like the vengeance of the Lord himself. After Thursday, that’s all you can do, huh? Just sit there and watch me.

(Stephanie climbs onto the apron)

Stephanie: Watch me become champion.

(Jumps down)

Stephanie: Watch me become undisputed.

(Starts walking over to the heavy bag)

Stephanie: Watch me destroy my competition.
(Performs several quick strikes and moves on to the speed bag)

Stephanie: Watch me run laps around you.

(Repeatedly hits the speedbag)

Stephanie: Watch me surpass you.

(Stephanie gives one final, powerful punch and walks towards the bench where she takes a seat)

Stephanie: All this talk about ‘hate f*bleep*king’ has me turned on. I didn’t know you were that kind of girl Chelse. I guess you were right - there are many sides to you. The only problem is no matter what mask you choose to show me; the result will be the same - I will kick your ass. Regardless if it’s Hot Topic Chelse, Grown and Sexy Chelse, Freak Nasty Chelse, or whatever your inner Eevee fancies, I’m going to kick your ass. You’re praying so hard that I make a mistake this Thursday, I could swear you’ve gone Catholic. Living on a prayer is a song sweets, God doesn’t exist in MY ring nor MY Empire. I’m the only one you’ll find yourself on your knees for (licks lips). My ambition doesn’t blind me - it’s a beacon that focuses on my objective. Just like April and I ran through Haruna and Azumi, I’ll mow you down just as easily. People can talk about whether or not I earned this title shot, but the memory remains - I was chosen to fight the best in the world. Why? BecauseI’m better than the best in the world. The influence of the best doesn’t affect me because technically, I don’t exist in her world - and by me, I mean the competitive War Queen. In her reality, I am her friend who supports and protects her. In My Reality, I am her soon to be a conqueror. How can these two opposing sides exist alongside each other? Easy.

(Stephanie points at the ring)

Stephanie: THAT is my battlefield. Out here? This is where Aria Marie Jackson-LeBeau and Stephanie Mia Matsuda coexist as the best of friends. I would ask if you could relate, just judging by your attitude I can already tell that nobody loves you. It’s okay - price to pay for being such a bitch, right? Been there, done that (laughs). Being alone isn’t why you’re going to lose though. You will lose because you’re so concerned with being the crafty one in the room which sits in the corner, watching everyone else. While your eyes are on the life of Stephanie Matsuda, you fail to notice the War Queen approaching from the shadows in the corner. She’s creeping up on you, ready to put you out your misery. Even if you turn around, you won’t see her because you refuse to. That’s the irony of this story Chelse - your ego refuses for you to see things as they are. And the irony within that irony? You passed this judgment off onto me. I don’t need to be a bad bitch all the time Chelse - only when I need to aka whenever you’re around. You accuse me of investing too much in an uncertain future, but that’s how opportunities are made sweets. Revealing my feelings about this match with Aria is honesty; I’d rather be truthful about my thought process going into this game rather than hide behind a facade as you say.

(Stephanie gets up for a moment, staring at a picture of her and Michael Hunter, her first trainer)

Stephanie: I spent my whole life fighting against fate, with myself as my main antagonist. Maybe you think you’re the more dangerous animal in this kingdom, but I have more to lose than you, sweets. Those with nothing to lose (laughs) they lack the drive to fight for something beyond their individuality. I’m no hero - but I can’t go through this business without leaving my mark on it. One that I hope would inspire future generations. 

(Stephanie sighs and turns back to the camera)

Stephanie: How many different ways can you tell me that I can’t get the job done? You’re not fighting Sher, sweets - you don’t have to say to me the same story over and over again. I’m not Aria - you don’t have to force me into someone who you think I am. I’ll tell you who I am through - the most significant threat to your entire existence. I’m that itch you can’t scratch, the ex-boyfriend you can’t seem to get out of your head. I am the alpha and omega of your career. My actions from September created a gateway for you to get this far - and I’ll be the one to end your ride here and now. My existence on this roster defines your career, whether you like it or not. The moment I’m going to enjoy seizing is the look we’ll share just before I leap off the top and take us to Cloud 9. By the way, my flattery was given because I know talent when I see it. Don’t worry about what I should realize because…

(Stephanie walks to the camera and speaks in almost a hushed whisper)

Stephanie: Spoiler Alert - I’m not afraid of you. You don’t make me nervous, nor do you keep me second guessing. I know you have stuff up your sleeve - because it’s the only way you can beat me, hell the only way anyone can beat me. It’s been awhile since I lost a match in a straight-out slugfest. You claim to understand me? Newsflash - so does everyone else. I’m not hiding anything; I’m pretty easy to figure out. I’m right here Chelse! In living freaking color! But you? I know you sweets, better than you think. You see, there’s a lesson to laern about the world in general and it's quite simple:

Nobody can hide who they are. There are always traces of it lying around in the person’s face and the sound of their voice. You see you Chelse - a lot clearer than you think. You need to believe people are who you say they are - in fact, you rely on that far more than you realize. You NEED me not to think you NEED me to be unfocused. You NEED me to go for a high-risk, high-reward style just to take you out. You see, you browbeat your opponents over and over again with your opinions until they can’t take it anymore. Once they finally meet you in the ring, they’re willing to do whatever it takes to prove you wrong. I don’t need to show you wrong Chelse - I just need to win. And if you think my past will tip me over the edge, then you have another thing coming. This is the part of the story where the War Queen wins, and I don’t need to recite a Gettysburg address. To put it just - I’m the most real force of nature you will ever encounter here in EAW.  Deep down inside, you know I’m right. In an attempt to my sweat, you just revealed just how nervous you are.

(Stephanie backs away from the camera)

That’s all I needed to say. See you Thursday.

(Stephanie puts her hands in her pockets and walk away)
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Hurricane Hawk

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Dynasty Promo #3: "The Light"

Like I said, you wouldn't understand the reasoning behind throwing away that championship in order to save it from further misery. So instead lets just go on a delusional tangent about me doing something as a result of something you weren't even here for. Me not continuing to hold it because I went on to bigger and better things, far beyond that championship is more than a good enough reason, but I just realized that I don't have to explain shit to you, kid. "Bu-bu-but maybe if you didn't trash that title and save it from being further ruined by other idiots in the future but instead held it with pride and dignity forever it would have established your hall of fame status!", bitch please. My Hall of Fame status is forever cemented, despite the revisionist history and me not being a part of any circles of certain veterans who over exaggerate one another's legacy and impact while downplaying men like Lethal Consequences who was every bit as good in his prime if not better because they had a personal grudge. Which results in uninformed ignorant rookies like yourself actually having the nerve to downplay another man's legacy or Hall of Fame status, a status that you have a long way before you're even considered of achieving. The tired rhetoric surrounding my legacy can be attributed to two things, 1. revisionist history and 2. the fact that I took breaks in he later part of my career. Do you realize how fucking stupid that sounds? I got inducted into the Hall of Fame and nobody said or questioned shit, in fact I was truly the only qualified person to have even made it in that particular class, at the same time I'm a favorite going into an extreme elimination chamber to win a world championship. This tired narrative about my legacy didn't even start until way later down the line when I decided to stop giving it my all. I was already an established multiple time world champion and Hall of Famer with nothing left to prove, but because I decided to walk away because this company went to shit several times... all of a sudden what I did doesn't matter. But it's okay you know why? Because everyday is another day for me to change the bullshit narrative, a narrative that people like you with nowhere near half of the legacy think you can spout, but it ends with you. You know the thing about that "what have you done for me lately" rhetoric that you new age pussies base everything around? It's that one day that same rhetoric will effect you and your legacy by the time you're 8-9 years deep into EAW, if you even make it that far. Nothing lasts forever and nothing stays on top forever, you'll learn that when I take that title from you, but even so.. with that being known you should understand that all that mentality does is make what you are doing right now as the Hardcore champion basically irrelevant in the big picture. It just means that in the slight chance that somebody such as Nico decides to take a step back in the later half of his career, no matter what he accomplishes means anything right now because whoever is the new shiny toy in the future will think they can disrespect him and his legacy. If thats the precedence you wanna set then be my guest, but thankfully for me, I will no longer be plagued with such ignorant and lazy arm chair analysis' about a career more successful than the people critiquing it, because I'm going to win that championship off of you, and make your dreams about it's vengeance being fulfilled finally come true.

The Hardcore Championship will finally rest on the shoulder of a worthy enough individual who can hold it with honor and dignity. An individual who can protect it's legacy and give it the proper care it deserves. One that will protect it from being constantly misplaced into the hands of undeserving jokes of competitors who become nothing more than an afterthought in the long run, rendering the championship the same. At the end of the day, a championship is a reflection of it's holder, and it deserves the reflection of a multiple time world champion, a top tier Hall of Famer, a legend, and the greatest man to have ever held that title in the first place. Not some bum who drove his life into some deep dark demonic path and then dragged himself out of a cardboard box from whatever street corner he came from and into EAW. Low grade busch league garbage filth versus high grade prestigious iconic legend, it's a no brainer. I've been through ups and downs in my career, trials and tribulations, but at the end of the day I always continue to reemerge from the ashes and reclaim my spot, that alone is a legendary trait. Perseverance and resilience is not something that you can teach to another person, it's not something that grows on trees, it is something that you have to be born with, and it it something that I continue to display. It's why I can take as many breaks as I have yet still be deemed worthy enough to be the number one contender for your championship. Why? Because I am just that damn good. It's different now though, I'm not sure if you noticed or not but this time around isn't like the others. I have been back for a tad bit longer than past runs where I would go onto disappear, and that should be a problem for the rest of the Dynasty roster. Because a motivated Hawk is the best Hawk. It's that guy who won the Cash in the Vault, the 24/7 Battle Royal, the World Heavyweight Championship, and even that Hardcore Championship. Which means that it is only a matter of time before I go onto experience similar success in this era with that same motivation and determination that drove me to the path of greatness back in what many would consider my hay day. That was just the beginning though. The first few chapters in the book of Hawk, a book that also includes the several hiatuses I took, but unfortunately for you the book doesn't end at those hiatuses, that book is actually far from being completed, but when it does get completed I can guarantee you that it will end in triumph and prosperity. It's not a thing that I am chasing and just wishing on a star that it will happen, it's a thing that I am grabbing by the balls and MAKING SURE it happens. You have a front row seat to seeing it all unfold so you should consider yourself lucky. My flame continues to burn all throughout EAW now and forever. My light shines and leaves a blinding aura amongst this whole industry, and it's going to take a lot more than a Darkane to put it out. You had a nice year, you made your presence felt as a up and comer with the potential to be decent, but this isn't potential with me.. this is results. You'll get results out of me and more come Dynasty when I take your title and shed that light onto your life that you very so need. The Hardcore Championship is coming home, and it will finally be saved from that dark path it is currently on....... and into the light known as Hurricane Hawk.
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Azumi Goto

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Road To Redemption #3
“On The Line Between Heroism and Villainy”

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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RTR #3 - The Aftershock of a Disappointing Storm

Well if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black. You know Scott, we've been on similar paths.. but heres where we go off in different directions. Lets see, you're berating me for displaying the confidence of being capable of going into a match for a world championship and winning it. You're berating me for not sitting here and kissing the ass of my competitors because they have experienced more recent success than I have, which I have the chance to change this weekend. You're berating me for not calling these men.. my superior. Are you sure I'M the beta? Because that's a beta move if I've ever seen it. How dare I muster the confidence to disrespect the same men who have disrespected me first. Oasis went on a big hot-shot rant about me and my career, Pizza Boy did the same, and you expect me to turn the other cheek? I'm not you.. I defend my turf. You've drowned in your sorrows for so long and let the outside talk convince you so much about how you aren't as good as others that you actually believe it and tell other men that they're better than you. If the result of this match was contingent on who had the most recent success then you would be the second man to get eliminated right after me.. but it's not and that is why I display the confidence that I do. Believe it or not Scott, we have a clean slate. We aren't going to get punished for going into our match with the mindset of winning it all so you can feel free to stop kissing your opponent's asses because they aren't going to spare you. I actually expected better of you though, I expected a different angle considering how much we've been through over the years, maybe a brag about a one-up you got over me back in the days or something.. but nope. Same old tired angle about "Hurricane Hawks past half a decade of his career has been subpar because he returned and left a couple of months later constantly how dare he still believe in his capabilities after all of that waaahhhhhh", cry me a river you assholes. It's especially funny coming from the guy who has had his own fair share of returns and disappearances over the past few years. You had a failed run in 2015, a failed run in 2016, and you're on your way to having a failed run in 2017. The signs are already there.. it all went downhill after losing to Darkane. You got beat by Jacob Senn in 5 seconds and then you turned around and got beat by that joke known as Ahren Fournier in 5 seconds, you should be ashamed of yourself. I guess this is the part of the year when YOU stop caring and take your ball and go home right? I'd rather have a title drought than to win a championship and fail to successfully defend it. Paper champion of the year award goes to you, comeback of the year goes to me. 

Nice guys finish last Scott. If I were to go out here each and every week and apologize for my failures and use it as reference to why my opponents are better than me and why I don't belong, I would be where you're at.. getting squashed. But instead I'm taking a different approach, because there are a bunch of sharks in this sea we call EAW ready to bite your head off if you aren't willing to fight back and I can't let that happen. You let Darkane walk all over you and that's why you're not champion anymore. You let your opponents come out and emasculate you and you beg for their mercy, but if somebody slaps me, I slap back. I love how you singled in on the one competitor who you perceive to be the weakest link, but I'm here to tell you that perception isn't always reality and you will realize that. Maybe when I verbally slap the shit out of you back I'll have the luxury of my other opponents in this match by having Scott backtrack and show me some respect once he realizes that I too am his superior. Nobody is unbeatable and I've never claimed that, this is evident based on my recent failures in the ring losing to many of my opponents. What gives me the confidence despite those losses are how i've continued to bounce back from them and keep fighting. Another year Hawk maybe would have decided to pack his bags and go home and then you guys would have more bulletin board material to belittle me about, but I stuck it out and let those losses fuel me which propelled me into the situation I am in now. Now I am in a situation to win a world championship, a situation I haven't been in for some time and it feels good. Now that I've gotten a taste of what it's like to be on top once again, I want more and more and I won't stop until this is a permanent spot for me. Which is why losing is not an option for me come Road to Redemption. Nobody is perfect and anybody can lose on a given day but if you come in with the mindset that you aren't good enough then you lost already, and THAT is why you won't be walking out as the champion Scott. You're better off trying to go after Darkane with a rematch clause but then again you might night have enough balls to stand up to him because we already saw how one sided that rivalry you had with him before was. Don't worry Scott, we'll never be in the same conversation with one another after Road to Redemption because you'll be stuck in that "disappointment" category while I move onto bigger and better things, the only conversation I'll be involved in will be the conversation of world champions.
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Lars Grier

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ROAD TO REDEMPTION PROMO #3

Hypocrisy, am I right?

It is such a fickle thing. It changes when it needs to, it is malleable when it is required to be, and whoever holds that power must use it carefully, lest he fails to use it correctly. It is something that I hate with complete disdain, a character trait that is unnecessary and makes you look like a complete idiot, and yet individuals still continue to be them. Hypocrites. Whether it be by ignorance or by intention, hypocrites scour the plains and the seas of the world, trying to find each and every nook and cranny, in every hidden drawer, just to have even one single shred of credibility. If they are unable to find that shred, they resort to flat out lying in others’ faces, claiming with arrogance that what they’re saying is the truth, and nothing but in truth, when in actuality it’s a complete fucking lie. These men and women exist on this Earth, and absolutely cannot stand the fact that the self-image they have painted for themselves is wrong. They can’t stand that there might be a blemish, a spot missing on their record, for it must be squeaky clean. Usually, I don’t mind these hypocrites. Most of them barely mean shit, and they will mean nothing for the rest of their false life, but it’s these rare cases….these once in a blue moon type occurrences that force me to address these issues. Cases where I sit on the question of: “How can someone like Keelan be loved by everyone?” How is it - that a man who, despite his fighting spirit and ability to wage a war in that ring, is adored by many even after the shit he says? He lies his way to even get one good attack on me, and yet even then it’s not like it pertains to the situation at hand. No, because you see - I ain’t the one twisting shit here. No, no. Not me. I’m not hiding what I’ve done, and I’m not changing the story. I simply take it as it is, and use that information in order to gain a mental edge against people like you. I hear you, yes. I hear the words you’re saying, I’m listening to it, but when I put them together and try to formulate the picture you’re trying to paint, it comes out a giant fucking mess. You first arrived as a man who was determined on fighting two men in this Chamber, singling the three of us out, Tell me something, Keelan - what really makes you better than me? What makes you superior, what makes you feel as if you’re so fucking great? You offer no basis, no supporting evidence to make me actually consider your claim of greatness to be the truth. Simply claiming “I’m the best,” isn’t going to mean shit, and you should know that. You didn’t elaborate or explain, so why don’t you give me a good reason to believe a single word that comes out of your mouth? If we talked about this in terms of technicality...then I’ve already got you beat. If we talked about this the way a statistician would, he’d look at the facts, and the fact is that sure; I may have no successes, I may have no championships or accolades under my belt, but how does that make you better than me? How? It’s not like you’re much different, and you’ve been here LONGER than me! If we looked at the situation at hand and simply spouted out facts from our mouths, we’d see that despite me having no successes, you have no successes either. I failed to get the New Breed title, the National Elite title, and the Cash in the Vault, yes. I missed all those opportunities, and so what? So what? Does it change what I’m going to do in that Chamber? Does it mean anything aside from revealing that I am human, just like the rest of you? I mean, you failed to get the Hardcore title at Grand Rampage, on Voltage when you fought Nathan Fiora, and at Pain for Pride X in the same ladder match that I was in, but do you hear me calling you a failure? Do you hear me saying that you are inferior to me, or saying that you are any less of a warrior compared to myself? No - I acknowledge my opponents. I see the prowess they hold when they step into the ring, I see what they are capable of doing and I never let, not even for one second, let them out of my sight. I don’t stop considering them as viable threats, I don’t underestimate them, because I know that at any moment, everything that I have built up to this point could be taken away in one fleeting moment of failure. You need to be prepared for everything in an encounter like this. I’m treating you as a threat. I’m treating you as someone who has been a chip on my shoulder since the beginning of this Season, so why do you not do the same? Is being here not enough for you? Is being in World title contention not enough? Or are you just so lost in your thoughts, that the message you attempt to convey to the rest of us is lost in translation. Your words are clear, yes - but it’s not like they’re coherent enough to mean anything. Shouting out “I’m better! I’ll do it next time! I wasn’t at my best!” isn’t going to help you. Poor excuses from a poor excuse of a man. But, I digress. We could go on all week arguing about who’s better about who twists whose words, but we both know it isn’t going anywhere. Seeing as you’re too stubborn to listen to reason, I can’t change the way you think of me with my words.

I’ll just let you see what I am willing to do to hold that belt.

Watch me, bitch.

Yes, I am willing to disregard my own well-being, my safety and condition, just to be able….to hold that beautiful piece of World Heavyweight gold. Call me crazy, foolish, idiotic. Label me however you want, I know what this type of match is. I’m aware of the shit that we need to do in order to make it to the end, to make it out on top after everything is toppled around you, and you are able to dig yourself up from the dirt, and stand tall over the rest of the broken, bloodied carcasses left around you. Indeed, I’m still recovering after that dangerous fall of the skybox, and I’m sure Jamie is too. Everything in my body aches, every time I try to walk it aches, every time I try and even stand on my two feet, I lose balance and fall back down. I can’t lie - it fucking hurts. But still, I charge forth. I walk forward, I fight and fight and fight, and I don’t stop. A moment was immortalized when me and O’Hara were sent flying off that skybox, and sent down to Earth like asteroids colliding with our planet. Did I regret my actions? No. I don’t regret making the biggest target in what will be a brutal and violent match feel….hurt. Damaged. Bleeding and broken. Feelings that he hasn’t felt in such a long time, it’s almost lost within him, but I gave him that necessary reminder. Everything hurts like shit, but I’m still pushing, and running towards this match with a full head of steam and one, clear goal in mind: Become the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history and cement my legacy as The Raven. And as The Raven, you must find ways to push through troubles such as these; you must find ways to fight, even when you are bent down on your knees, your limbs are weary and weakened, and you barely have the ability to revolt….you don’t quit. Not willingly. Never. Until the day my body rests six feet under the ground, and I am laid to rest in a coffin, I will never - and I mean NEVER - stop fighting. Evolve and adapt to the situation at hand, that’s what I’m about. I can see what you’re attempting to do, Carlos: You’re trying to be smart. You’re thinking that by attacking my previously injured body after that gigantic drop, you’re intelligent in beating me while I’m down. Maybe, it worked in the past. Maybe it worked back when you resorted to being a little bitch, a vulture feasting on somebody else’s hard work, but I….I have an iron will. An indomitable heart, a fighting spirit like no other that pushes me to go to boundary-breaking lengths in order to attain and secure the goal that I have been desiring for so long. Don’t think it’s going to be that easy to keep me down, motherfucker. Actually - don’t even think of TRYING to put me down, because I’ve figured it out. I know the story behind this, I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work. You were once a man who was proficient at what he did for a living. He was successful, he won championships and accolades, and it fulfilled him. But, there was always one title that eluded him. One title that wasn’t like the others, one that this poor soul desired so much, and yet, he was never able to achieve it. Maybe it was his boisterous attitude. Maybe it was his arrogance, or maybe it was because he was losing his shine as time grows by, so now he tries to make ends meet and reclaim that lost glory by inserting himself into this match. Not by actually earning it, not by actually working to stand in the position he’s in, but by bitching, bitching, and bitching, over and over again to the higher up like a teacher’s pet. Disregarding everyone else as unworthy, claiming that we’re not fit and that we conspired against you, you are given a spot. Not because you earned it, but because you were a flea that needed to get the fuck off our backs. There will be repercussions for your words, oh yeah. Everyone in that match will hunt you down, make you out as prey, and each take that pound of flesh that you owe us. You won’t grind my bones to dust. You won’t turn my flesh to a pool of blood. You can’t even get shit done as a corporate businessmen, sitting behind the desk and filing out paperwork as the General Manager, so why should I expect you to be anything more at Road To Redemption?

The stain of blood on your fighting gloves; it’s not our blood.

It’s not even yours.

For you hold nothing in this business, aside from a throne of delusion and a crown of thorns on your head.

Be ready, everyone. Be ready for the fight of your lives. I know I will, for each and every single one of you motherfuckers. Be prepared, make sure you are fully ready before you step into that abomination of steel, chain, and glass. Flinch as the blood spills from our foreheads, and our bodies cut and lacerated from weapons used to destroy each other, just to walk out of it alive, breathing, and holding that singular piece of gold. The engine that fuels this match, the one that drives all of us to fight until the end. EVERYONE better be fucking ready, or else they’ll be a dead fish from the beginning. I will make all of you….ALL OF YOU eat your words, everyone who ever doubted me and said I couldn’t make it, I will make you feel like a complete fucking idiot. I will send The Killer toppling down from his pedestal of hypocrisy, break the arm of the Strongest Arm in EAW and remind him of his place, have the gratification of hunting the Mexican Warrior, tear down the grandeur inside the fantasies of the dreamer, and patronize the Saint of Valiance. This - this plays in my head. Every time I look back, when I seem to be in doubt, I remind myself of what is right, of what is just, and what the future is.

A future where I etch my name in the halls of history as a legend. A future where I prove everyone who ever thought I couldn’t achieve shit wrong.

The future of The Raven.

Brace yourselves.
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DYNASTY PROMO #3: Smiles Won't Mask The Pain


Thanks for the advice Target, I truly wholeheartedly needed it! This whole time here I was thinking that if I talked about it enough that'd simply be enough for me to succeed in EAW. Speak it into existence! But nope, turns out I also have to walk out to that ring and actually fight in order to see results. Thanks for letting me know, maybe if you give me enough of your wisdom I'll follow it and be good enough to make the Hall of Fame one day... shut the fuck up. I don't seem to think that if I talk about something enough it will happen. I know that at the end of the day everything comes down to one thing and that is action, that is what will bring results. Results are what I will be bringing to the table on Dynasty, when you find yourself on the losing end watching me go onto entering that chamber. You speak of your actions, your triumphant victories and your recent success if you even wanna call it that, but where has it gotten you? It's gotten you right at the same place as me. So while you can try to undermine me, you're doing nothing but dissing yourself because you're only as good as your company. That isn't to say we're on similar paths, because we aren't. You have been in EAW for quite some time now, at least longer than I have been since coming back, and you have nothing under your belt.. just talk with nothing to show for it but some wins you can hang your hat on that does nothing for you in the bigger picture. I came back two months ago and I'm working my way up to an eventual spot at the top, by the time I'd have been back for as long as you've been here in EAW I will have already captured championship gold and be the face of my respective brand. You haven't done anything noteworthy and you never will, because you aren't good enough to do so when it comes to those big stages, and thats why you were close but no cigar at House of Glass, and that's why you will continue to be close but no cigar on Dynasty. You compare me to you, who is the better man? Lets see.. multiple time world champion, 24/7 battle royal winner, Cash in the Vault winner, etc etc etc.. orrrrrr the empty handed masked nobody. It's a no brainer. Just because you defeated me in one of my first matches back doesn't make you better and it doesn't mean that you will have that same luck again, never take anything for granted. If I placed my worth in losses experienced on random weekly shows then you know who would have went on to have a better career than me? Some guy named Jeff Cena. But you know what I did after losing to Jeff fucking Cena? I went on to pass his career up ten times over and he went on to fade to obscurity. You're probably wondering, why am I telling you about a tale from a time long before you were even a concept.. well thats because it still applies today. Because my worth is not determined by a random loss on Dynasty a month ago to Target fucking Smiles. That's why I'm going to pass you up by entering that chamber, that's why Brayden Wolfe is going to have a better career than you despite losing to you last week, because people like us have higher career trajectories, and people like you will be stuck in the same place you're in today. You don't belong in that chamber Target, you'll stick out like a sore thumb and be the first man out. You belong in glass gauntlet matches, and feuding with whoever the latest NEO call up is. Leave the chambers for men who have that experience, men who have already proven they belong there, men like me. You can keep kissing Eclipse's ass but it's not going to make him go any easier on you. He might intimidate you, but I've faced bigger, badder, and scarier men and to me he's just another guy. While you're busy with your head up his ass, he doesn't even deem you worthy enough to address. So I guess you're left with the guy who isn't considered a challenge for you, tough break I guess. But you might as well get used to those tough breaks, because you're about to get another one come Dynasty when you once again fail to qualify for the chamber, and I begin MY Road to Redemption. So keep sleeping, you might as well get used to it because you'll be sleeping when you're laid out in that ring. I may not be worth any more of your time and energy hence you "ending" our conversation, but I will be worth something much more important.. and thats being worthy of winning our match and becoming a world champion while ENDING your hopes. Hate it or love it, but come Dynasty the underdog WILL be on top. 
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The Weeping Willow
Promo #3. An Obstruction

Osamu Arcichida sat on park bench next to a large weeping willow tree which leaves were swaying gently as the brisk wind hit them. Wearing a leather jacket and dark jeans, Osamu could bare the cold and foggy morning weather. The EAW camera panned to Osamu's face, which bared a blank expression. The setting was ominous and his expression matched the feeling of his environment -- unknown, mysterious. He quickly stood up, with the camera panning out, the half frozen ground crunching under his boots.

"My debut match... the first time I will ever step into an EAW ring and I'm facing a man who has said he doesn't care about this business or the craft that goes into it. He has come on television, time and time again, whining and complaining about 'sunshine' and telling everyone that all he cares about is being a warm body that gets paid. This sounds all too familiar. This sounds like many people I've seen run rampant in this business and more specifically, in this company. 


Those who've reached the top in this company, more often than not, can be described as just another warm body -- something Axl Willow claims to be with pride. He isn't wrong. This kind of absent thinking, a disregard for wrestling and our business as a whole, and disgustingly greedy behavior is exactly why I've not been in EAW sooner. It's what strips people like ME of opportunity. It's why I am not yet headlining free-per-view events. All while people like Axl Rose are afforded opportunity after opportunity and then are rewarded titles like 'legend' and 'icon' and given spots in the HALL OF FAME.


I've been HELD BACK... while Axl Rose has been given a prominent position in NEO and EAW. This is disgraceful. But, they've made their first mistake. They have made a mistake by providing you -- Axl Rose -- to be my first example. The night I debut, Axl, you will truly be just another warm body. Just an example. A taste of what I'm capable of will be put on display this week. EAW, legends, icons, they will be put on NOTICE. 


But I've been given an obstruction. The first of what I presume will be many. That's fine. I've pledged to do whatever it takes to obtain my goal; to show how weak and frail the old era of wrestling truly is. If that means cutting down a weeping willow, well, then so be it." 


Osamu began walking towards the tree; an axe was seen leaning on the tree, like it was neatly set there. Osamu grabbed the axing, facing the camera. 

"You will get paid to wrestle again, Axl Rose. But let me assure you something, to ensure that you 'care' this time. To ensure that you don't underestimate me as you did your opponents last week. You may get paid, but it will be the toughest paycheck your ass has ever received in this company. It will be the most regrettable check of your entire career. As you're wheeled into the bank to cash this said check, you will be doing so to pay off your hospital bills from the beating I intend to give you this week.


Axl, I will leave you in the middle of that ring with a lesson and a message. You will have learned that you never take our craft for granted. You will be a message to every single man after you -- there will never be mercy. Only pain. Only consequences." 


Osamu turned with the axe, throwing a swing at the willow tree. He repeated it, beginning to laugh. As the camera panned out, Osamu could be heard saying "weeping willowwwww", "weeepingggg willowwww" as he swung the ax in an almost rhythmic sway as he repeated the words.
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VOLTAGE PROMO #3

I don’t question your ability to get back up.

I question why you continue to do the same thing, over, and over, and over again.

There is no doubting your spirit, TLA. Nobody doubts that, except for maybe the ignorant. No one goes out of their way to insult or desiccate the indomitable, fiery fighting spirit that you have which pushes you to do your best even in the most challenging of trials. I don’t doubt it. Hell - I admire it. I admire the way you continue to push yourself to fight, even when all odds are mounted against you, even when you are at your last breath, using the last of your energy, you will still continue to battle until the bitter end. I don’t question your fighting spirit….I question what you do when you are given opportunities to face people like the World Champion. I question why every single time, you come after your adversary with the same fucking strategy. I question why you continue to persist; telling your opponent every time that it will finally be the time where you will knock them off their pedestal. I question why you do and proclaim all of that, when you continue to do the same thing, use the same strategy, over, and over, and over again. Staring into the eyes of certain loss, you spit in its face and stand your ground, proclaiming to the entire world of how eventually, after all is said and done, after multiple and numerous tries, you will be able to achieve what you have sought out to do for so fucking long. You arrive at the kingdom of the top dog, and every time you come with the same guns, the same firepower, the same tactics and strategy, it’s just this time you have more ammo. Firing your shots, you believe in your heart that with each blast of your gun, it repeals a chink in the armor, and eventually, after God knows how long….you’ll get it, right? Eventually, after all your hard work, it won’t be in vain, right? It worked the last time, didn’t it? So shouldn’t I come back and fight harder and more than previously? This - this is what I protest against. Not what’s inside you, but what you attempt to do in order to complete your goals. Every single time you are given an opportunity like the one you had at Ground Zero, you think that by doing the same shit over and over again, it will get you that victory, that success, that glory. But no - everyone’s learned that shit already. Everyone you’ve faced knows the story of TLA. They know what you’re going to do. They know what you’re going to say to their face when given the chance. Spitting the same, tired, old catchphrase of Beastin’ and Feastin’ , and while it is certainly a profound message to teach to children….in this business it’s given you nothing, except remorse. It’s given you nothing except sorrow, it has given you nothing but regret and it will continue to do those things until the day you fucking die unless you somehow learn. Unless somehow, you manage to climb out of that ditch and dust yourself off, and finally be the TLA that we all want to see. However, you make a valid point; Jamie did beat me. Not only that, he made me look like I was no match for him, that I was some worm under the heel of a god. He fucked me up, and I was left to go backstage with nothing but a sore jaw and emptiness within my hands. It makes me mad at myself for acting like such a complete fucking fool. Losses do affect me….but they don’t affect me like so many other have been affected by them. Failures against World Champions don’t make me want to quit; they don’t make me want to just drop my ball and take my leave - they make me want to push even harder. They make me see the devil in the details, what caused my downfall, and how I can make myself something better. They make me EVOLVE, TLA. They make me want to change and soar into the sky, and burn every fucking thing that’s in front of me so that they can feel my anger, and the power of evolution. That loss...it taught me a very valuable lesson: Don’t let your own words be your demise. Don’t let them be the abominations that will chew you up and spit you out, and make you look like a fucking retard. That’s what happened to me; I let myself too caught up in my own ego, in my own words in my protected bubble, and then when it was burst I was left flopping like a fish out of water. And I...I cannot let that be what people think of when they think of me. I can’t just let this slide, allow people to think I’m still the same man all those months ago, the destroyer of his own career. There is no way in this lifetime or in another that I can allow it to happen, which is why I am dying of anticipation, waiting for our match. I crave for that moment where I can have my hands raised, where I can hear my music bellowing like a beast and you either unconscious or in complete disbelief. I fucking need that, and if you want to try and deny me…..I will make those minutes we have feel like days; days of suffering and pain, because I fucking NEED this. I need this, so that when I meet him again, I can prove to Jamie O’Hara and others who think like him my point: Gods, monsters, they don’t exist. Only humans who just haven’t tasted defeat.

The Road to Redemption is a road paved with your loss, and one for me to conquer.

I’ll admit - I need this win, not just because I don’t want last week to be the impression people have on me, but also because I need confidence. I need a boost of adrenaline to fuel me when I’m in that chamber, within those miles of chain and insurmountable weight, in order to achieve my goal, to become something great, for me. I don’t give a shit about what you want, or what you need in order to satisfy yourself. You’re pissed? You’re angry at the world, angry at people like Jamie and Cameron? Congratulations - welcome to the fucking club. On this ground, we can agree. However, I thought you knew better than to trust the backstabbing, maniacal and egotistical vermin that they are, but I guess not. If you knew any better, if you actually took the initiative to learn about this world and its inhabitants, you’d know the kind of people those two are. You’d know that more exist, not just in this business, but in this entire fucking world. You’d be aware of the shit they try and pull off, how often they talk about the bodies they’ve stacked and how many more will continue to fall to them. It makes you sick, doesn’t it? A perverted, twisted variation of what real men and women should be like, and with each word they say from their mouth they make you angry. Their words fill you with indignation, as you beg and wish for a fiery retribution to come their way so that they may be swept of their feet and finally be taken aback. Inside you lies a swirling, violent storm of emotions that make you desperate, that make you sad, yet at the same time ready to beat the shit out of anyone who stands in your way. But that - that is a dangerous thing to have, TLA. It’s dangerous to be so angry, to have so much bottled-up rage and intensity inside of you that is just waiting to burst and explode like the power of a million suns. Not just for your opponent, but for yourself. In a frenzy, you will see nothing but red; nothing but warm bodies that you can rip into and tear apart because you will be so blind to see anything else. All inhibitors will be turned off in this state, and you won’t be able to control it, nomatter how much you may tell yourself. Trust me - I’ve been in the position you were in. I know what it feels like to feel an involuntary rage that wants to kill everything and leave no prisoners, a true beast inside of you; but I know that it won’t do you any good. Your opponents who have intelligence, who have ring awareness and are more calculating than you, will be able to counter your moves and make you run in circles as you  desperately try to recover. You will get even more rage full, more hateful, and your moves will become more reckless and erratic as you desperately try to find anything to help you fight back, but in the end, you will fall. The anger will eat you up, it will slowly kill you and make you feel even more like shit by the end of it all. Normally, I wouldn’t be telling you this, giving you advice on controlling yourself and keeping your composure, but to tell you the truth - I like you, TLA. I like your fighting spirit, I like your defiance even in the face of sure defeat. Out of everyone on this brand, out of all of the dick-eaters and egotistcal fuckswho roam this company like a plague, you stray away from those groups. You were someone, who from the beginning, seemed like you would never make it as a star, a legend in this business, and yet here you are, in the spotlight of everyone and competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. You broke the mold for what a regular “superstar” should be, triumphing over every odd except for the one that lies in front of you now. Two individuals who have continually screwed you over, each and every time you try to reach for that brass ring, swatting your arm away as if it were a fly, and now you’re pissed off at everything and everyone. You want to take your anger out on me; thinking of me as if I’m Jamie and Cameron, the bane of your existence. Wanting to prove a point to them and to the world that you won’t die, that you won’t quit, and that when people fuck you over, they will feel your self-righteous wrath. You want to make an example out of me; showing the world what happens when you cross TLA, when you make him mad. But why should I be concerned? Give me a reason to be afraid of a beating by you. Give me a reason as to why you’ll rip me apart, why you’ll prevent me from gaining what I need. 

Give me one good fucking reason to be afraid of a man who fail because of his uncontrollable anger and stupidity.

But no, not after this. Not what I said now, and not what I said beforehand made you angry and hateful of me, except for when I insulted Aren Mstislav. That’s it, right? That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. That’s what made you go out of your way to say this shit became personal. That’s what provoked you to be more aggressive in your tirade, saying that you’d beat the fuck out of me, right? How….disappointing. I expected better from you, and yet here you are bitching because what? I insulted your favourite wrestler and told the truth? Because I noticed what I observed and stated my observations in order to prove my point? Look - if we judged this world based on accomplishments and accolades all the fucking time, then I wouldn’t be here. If we looked at people and only saw the gold they carry, then I wouldn’t be in a match with you, nor in a match with Jamie, nor in the Extreme Elimination Chamber.  You wouldn’t have faced Jamie at Ground Zero, you wouldn’t have been at the Cash in the Vault Ladder Match at Pain for Pride, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be at Road To Redemption competing for that title. Aren Mstislav is a Pure Champion, a World Champion, and I can’t deny that. But I wasn’t trashing on his legacy. He’s done more than me, sure, but does it mean anything when by the end point of his career, he lost to pathetic jokes like Mike Showman and Anthony Leonhart? Because he gave you a good fight at Territorial Invasion and you lost to him countless of times, now you think me slandering his name is like defiling the house of a god? And here you are calling me petty. I don’t know about you, but it sounds pretty fucking petty to think what I said makes our match personal by any means. Are you just so mad at everything that even when I make an offhand comment about your favourite wrestler it makes your skin boil to the core? Wow - now THAT’S fucking low, to be so mad at such insignificant words. I know he wasn’t the only one you’ve managed to defeat; I know you’ve beaten men like Jacob Senn, Lannister, and Scott Oasis. I know who I’m going up against, I know what to expect. I don’t underestimate any aspect about you, what you’ve achieved in your career...what I pray for is for you to understand the threat I bring. I want you to understand the danger I am, and how much more volatile and vicious I am when I am deprived of a victory. I don’t want you to underestimate me, to take me for granted like so many others have - like Amadeus, like APOCALYPSE, like so many who will come before me and try to prevent me from reaching my goal. You need to understand - when you back a dog into a corner, it’s going to take a bite out of your flesh. When it is desperate, when it is left with no choice but to rip into the opposition that stands in front of it, that’s what the fuck it will do. The world might want to see me fail; I might be in the wrong place at the wrong time, bu it won’t matter. I will fire my gun and fight back until I have what I need, and that is the sweet taste of having my hands raised over the broken, battered body of TLA once again.

I want to win, to feel the taste of victory. You want to beat someone to a bloody pulp.

But in the end, there will be room for only one of these satisfactions.

And it won’t be yours.
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DYNASTY PROMO #3

Senn, what does it really mean to you, to be here in EAW? What does it really mean for you to get to this Extreme Elimination Chamber? You want to go to Road to Redemption, just to fall once again and realize that you will never get the likes of Mr. DEDEDE or any person that you put your obsession to. I will never let someone like you get this chance and then just give it up because they want to go over the edge. You don't even want to become the champion because you're so hellbent and foolish to be up Mr. DEDEDE's ass. You could be something better, but that is not what you want to be. But for me.. this is just where I'd like to be. I'd like to step into that Extreme Elimination Chamber with a chip on my shoulder. I know these past few weeks and months.. Hell, even years I have not been at my best but I am going to fully prepare myself for war. This starts here. Right at Dynasty you step into an EAW ring with me Senn and I am no man to mess with. I am NO man to look down on and clearly I am no joke in this business. You can think that I am just going to leave again but I could still come back with a better legacy than you. Hell, I could come back with a better SPOT than you. This right here, is where I step up and I do what I need to do, and right now I need to step into that ring on Dynasty and I need to gain the victory that I so deserve. Do you really think that you're just going to run over me? Everyone just really thinks it's so easy to take me down because they think that I'm just a quitter, or they think that I'm just a failure because I could not stay in the business for a long period of time, but do you see me going anywhere Senn? No. I could have left right after House of Glass. I could have told myself that this is it, I do not belong here, but I kept my composure and ran through it and now I'm here with you with the opportunity that could keep me on the map and get me back at the top of the mountain. Every step is a must, and every victory is another step to the next one. It's really funny that the only thing that people can really come at me about is the moments where I go missing. The moments where Hawk is nowhere to be found. And while I'm nowhere to be found guys like you are doing what Senn? Going on losing streaks and not making any type of statement and you think you can come at me about my mistakes? Please.. how about you worry about yourself and worry about the next victory you could ACTUALLY MAKE. I know for a fact that even when I was some obsessed with CM Bank$ I did not have my head up my ass enough to blind myself to fall short from opportunity after opportunity. I was actually able to GET back up from that and move forward, but unlike you I know you're going to keep going. I know deep in your mind Mr. DEDEDE is laughing at you and you just can't take it so you just have to get to him, when really you should be focusing on the man that is going to incinerate you at Dynasty. I am not playing anymore of these games. I am no longer going out to that ring just to become the man that looks like the stepping stone for someone to get over, but the man that stepped into this business in 2009 and took off like a rocket. See me and you Senn.. we are different. I'm able to jump onto my opportunities just like I will on Dynasty and you will not be able to do anything about it. Senn you must not realize who I truly am. You must not realize what I've truly DID in this business unlike you. I had the world on my shoulders unlike you and I was able to carry it with no problem but let that be you.. and you'd be crushed under all of the pressure just like you were at House of Glass. What do you think this is? You think you're just going to come to Dynasty with everything you've got and be the man to take the next step to the Extreme Elimination Chamber? No.. I'm going to make sure that does not happen because you nowhere near deserve it and you are nowhere near ready for it. I have stepped into an Extreme Elimination Chamber and I've came close to walking out as champion and this time after I defeat you.. I'm not just stepping into the chamber just to see the championship slip out of my fingers but I am going to grab it. If you think that I'm just some man that is going to stay unmotivated and uninfluenced you thought wrong..

But Senn.. you're just like every other person I've ever faced since making my latest return to this company, the same old tired tales of how my time has passed me up or better yet how I always return just to end up leaving again. I get it, it's a great talking point but it's repetitive and its the only thing that people can say against me because when we stack our resumes against one another they don't even come close, people telling me that I'm not the man anymore when they were never the man to ever begin with nor will they ever be. But you, you're different in terms of stature, in the five years that I've spent not giving all of my effort to this company you made a legacy for yourself that would make many consider you a legend. That's why I have an extra incentive to make an example out of you and use you as a stepping stone to enter the chamber. Despite you and every other opponent's constant nonsense about the supposed downfall of a career they still can't come close to, maybe you should stop and think about why despite me "taking my ball and going home" constantly does EAW always bring me back? It's because EAW knows what a motivated Hawk is capable of, EAW knows who carried them on their back at one point and they know that if I am consistent and determined then there is NOBODY on the roster that can match my output. That's why EAW pays me, because the people that matter knows talent when they see it, they know that even in the year 2017, I am not some shell of my former self who can't get it done. I am every bit as capable in that ring as I ever was, it has always just been a matter of sustaining that hunger for a long period of time, but that will not be a problem this go round no matter how hard you wish it will be. Don't ever mistake the concept of falling off with falling back. By the way, I am an EAW Hall of Famer and one of the most decorated elitists to ever step foot in this company and based off of that alone I will FOREVER be relevant no matter what, my name is etched in stone so no matter what I may have failed at, it will never take away from the work I put in to get me to that point. So you can sit there and underestimate my capabilities, my motivation, my drive, in fact if you're so confident you should sit there and hold your breath until the next Hawk disappearance. I'm not going anywhere though, I've probably said this before but it's just different this time. I have a legacy to protect in a "what have you done for me lately" mentality company full of revisionist history. I know everybody expects me to eventually leave, everybody expects this to not last long, some may not even think I'll make it to 2018, and thats what pushes me. To prove all of you wrong. I understand the fact that there isn't much faith in my reliability and because of that I will continue to get the short end of the stick and be written off before even given a chance. There will be a mountain I have to climb before once again reaching the top. Just based on the fact that there are people not willing to give me a fair shot at their trust is why I have to work harder than everybody, but what people don't realize is that I'm at my best when my back is against the wall. I will not be defined by a couple of setbacks I may have had, but by my success. That is why me entering the chamber and winning it is mandatory, because this is about my LIFE, not some petty score I'm trying to settle with someone who beat me fair and square. You talk about how the Answers World Championship may just be what you need to get the attention of Mr. DEDEDE which is why you need to enter this chamber, yet you had a clear path to the championship by winning the Cash in the Vault, yet you let the opportunity slip, so where was that thinking then? Was it a heat of the moment thing where you ended up forgetting that you may have needed to grab that briefcase to validate your talk? Or did that concept not come to your head until after you failed to beat Nico? So just like you may think "why should I believe that this return will be any different than the others", well to you I ask why should I believe that our match will be anything different than your match at HOG when you had a clear path to the AWC in your grasp? Real legends learn from their mistakes, keep pushing, turn weaknesses into strengths, and not let a simple loss define them or consume them. But you? You've been wandering around crying about what you failed to do at Pain for Pride as if we're supposed to feel sorry for you or as if DEDEDE is supposed to owe you anything. The guy isn't thinking about you, when he isn't making executive decisions and in board meetings he's preparing for a match with Chris Elite, when he's not preparing for that match he's having "meetings" with Megan Raine. How does it feel knowing that he would rather give Chris Elite the time of day than you? So just like you consider me a thing of the past, that's exactly what DEDEDE considers you after Pain for Pride, I guess it's levels to this shit right? He's long moved on and his life has drastically changed, but you? You just drown in your sorrows and whine and complain until you get what you want, which you still haven't by the way so I guess we'll have to deal with more of your whining. At least in my failures, I get back up and keep pushing. I may lose a match but I don't let it knock me off of my game, I keep working hard and not lose sight of what's important. I see the bigger picture.. I see what's next for me unlike you.. so while you keep your eyes on just an area of the painting.. I'm going to keep myself focused on the full thing and show everyone exactly what I plan on doing: beating your ass and going to Road to Redemption to gain exactly what I truly deserve.. my next chance to be at the top once again.
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VOLTAGE PROMO #3

You ever read Johnny Got His Gun, Jamie?

Written by Dalton Trumbo, published in 1938 in the dawn of the Second World War; it follows a young, bright, and promising man named Joe Bonham. Joe is kind, he’s happy and he’s lived a good life, until he is drafted to fight in World War I. That’s when tragedy strikes, when he happened to be one of those unfortunate souls to step on a landmine. But that - that is only but the beginning of the horrors that are yet to be seen. I can’t mince words, can't lie to you when I say that Joe had been turned into a fucking freak show. When he stepped on that land mine, he did not experience the pain. He simply faded away, his eyes closed as he drifted into an empty space, before eventually waking up...or rather not, I should say. He couldn’t tell if he was awake; his sense of sight, smell, and speech...gone. His arms, his legs….gone. No more. At the press of a button, poor Joe had his life turned upside down, into a literal and personal hell. Gone goes the days of bliss and joy, of pleasure and contentment. Gone, the days of fun in the sun with his beautiful wife, his father and his mother; those concepts have ceased to exist. Any chance to gain some ounce of solace and peace are fleeting imaginations that will never come to the aid of poor Joe, as he lives in a constant state of fear and depravity for the rest of his miserable little life. Lost all sense of anything, unable to know if what he is witnessing is real or not, and having flashbacks and remembrances of a past life, where all was good and merry. But because Joe is a resilient and hardworking man, he still manages to find a way to communicate with a compliant nurse: Using Morse code, he is able to communicate to a nurse who seems to be the only one in the building to give a shit about him by this point, as he asks the officials to be dragged all over the country, put on as a display, a message to tell the world about the horrors of war. The inhumanity, the terror and long-lasting consequences it can bring to the individuals who are forced to suffer the aftermath of the blow. He asks, he begs even, to turn his suffering into others’ enlightenment. Even in his pain and personal torture, hinging on the brink of insanity, Joe still tries to find a way to make his pain something worth. But...they refuse. They do not give Joe the chance to turn himself into an infamous icon for all the world to see, not even that ending. They deny him of the opportunity to be the one to end the spark of war, and now he is left with no other option. No other choice but to end his suffering, end his repugnant and sorrowful life, as a man dying from the inside to his own insanity. After all, what is the point of suffering if you haven’t got shit to show for it?  He once again communicates with the doctors and asks them to euthanize him, to end his pain and misery….but even they deny that. Even they refuse to give Joe an ending he so desperately needs. He bangs his head on the pillow desperately, trying to plead and convince them to give in, but they don’t bulge. Not even in his pain, not even in his state of never ending and eternal torment can he obtain the ending he so desperately needs. He wants to die, to end his fucking life, to escape from the horrors and the fire and the flames, but he can’t. He tries and tries, and tries, but he is still left alone to deal with the demons himself. Terrifying, isn’t it? Never has a book, or any form of literature or media for that matter, has dealt with the abominations of war so real, so compelling, and have spoken such truth. In so many stories you encounter in your life, people who come back from war are left disfigured, husks of their former selves, but they always find a way to make it seem like that their loss is what fulfills them, makes them joyful. Veterans and soldiers who have lost their legs or their arms, they smile. They smile, they laugh, and they appear to be in a state of content with their lives. But I know the truth. You know it, and so many others know that while they smile, it is involuntary. They don’t smile because they actually feel the emotion of happiness, but because it is a social norm to act as if you’re having a fine and dandy time even in the face of Armageddon. Inside, deep in their heart, as it beats, they know full and well that they’re suffering. That they’re in pain unlike any other, that’s so unbearable that even if you had the weight of the entire world on your shoulders, you still wouldn’t be able to relate. Joe is the example of what true horror looks like. He is the truth behind the facades, the product from all of the shit and the shitholes in this world. Do you know what it’s like to be like him, Jamie? To be in an everlasting, eternal and internal struggle, as the dilemma of whether or not what you experience is real or fake? Where you can’t see, can’t smell, can’t speak or taste, and you barely have the ability to feel? How do you even know if you’ve woken up from your dream, or your nightmare? How do you know that you’re trapped in a limbo that has planned for you to be trapped within your own body for the rest of our mortal life? I don’t know what that feels like. Nobody else on this roster does, but maybe you do. I wonder, sometimes, if you’re Joe, Jamie. Reminiscing about the past, happier times, when in reality you’re just a man trapped in the confines of his own personal hell and dream. You picture the strawberry fields, and a life where you live and reign forever as the greatest fucking World Heavyweight Champion that ever existed. You envision Great Plains filled with happiness and joy, as you slip along and destroy any demon that attempts to stand up to you, when the truth is that none of it is real, that none of it exists. In the real world, you’re a prisoner in your own body, held back by the shackles of insanity and previous notions, unable to see the bigger picture. If there is one thing that I have learned from being given the chance to speak with you, it’s that you talk shit. A LOT of it. Shit yourself, about me, about Cameron and Xavier and TLA, continuously barraging us with a superiority complex that is absolutely unprecedented in the world of egos. Not only do you talk shit, but everything - and I do mean everything - you say is based on inclinations, notions of the past. Experiences that have happened a long time ago, where you have seen individuals like me who have risen up to challenge the untouchable king, before being sent down the mountain, rolling down like a fucking ball. They then continue; another challenger, another day, a revolving door of people who just continue and continue to come up and battle the king, until eventually that one lucky motherfucker comes and ends the reign,to which then the cycle starts all over again. Trust me, Jamie - if the world has proved anything within the last three years, then I wouldn’t be so quick to think of me as nothing against you. Preconceived beliefs, recollections of the past is what fuels your rhetoric on me, believing that I am still the same man I was all those months ago, the same man who lost against Marx and McAllister as a fool. To believe that I am still the Manifestation of Destruction, something weak or insignificant….is downright fucking retarded. You’re retarded if you believe I stand no chance against you. You’re retarded if you believe I don’t have what it takes to spread my wings, take flight and tear your entire empire and turn it into a pile of shit. You’re retarded if you think I am a hypocrite, that I think to myself as a god or something more than human. You’re downright inept if you think Lars Grier doesn’t have the ability to send Jamie O’Hara tumbling down from his throne. When I look into the mirror, I don’t see DEDEDE. I don’t see Robbie V, I don’t see Brian Daniels. I see me. I see my future. A future in which I have paid my debts, paid my dues, my kingdom is laid out for me and I become what I have always dreamed to be, ever since I ran through the streets of a shithole called Cincinnati, ever since I made a promise to myself, and to my mother, that I would one day become more than me. More than a bottom-feeder, more than a scrapper who looks around in the shit and the filth in cities for food. More than my peers, more than my father, more than just a man barely hanging on the ledge of life, having to skin the cat and barely survive every fucking day. I promised to be more than all of that.

To be a ruler.

A leader, a king who oversees his kingdom and rules it with the harshest fucking iron fist you will ever encounter. A king who has the gold, the championships, the prizes and the glory. I promised myself to be a conqueror, to have the grandest and greatest fucking kingdom you will ever see in your lifetime. After all, isn’t that what all we all want in the end? Isn’t that what we all wish for, deep down in our cold, blackened hearts? We live in a world of society, of civilization and status, and to achieve the highest point on the peak of society will never get old. Humans will never lose that drive, that iron will within themselves to become something more than what they truly are. They will never stop thinking about the prospect of being a ruler of men, sitting atop a golden throne as masses praise them and shower them with glory unlike any other, as will I. I will never stop thinking of you, Jamie; thinking and imagining your god complex finally cut down by someone like me, someone you perceive as weak and insignificant all because my words, the shit I spout from my mouth and my past. Do you want an answer to your question? Do you want to know what I truly feel about motherfuckers like you? The truth….is that I feel both. I feel both envy, I feel both disdain and hatred for people like you. I’m jealous, not for your accomplishments. Not for your accolades, your achievements and your titles.  Not for that bullshit - but your state of bliss. This state of happiness, of fulfillment and success that you live in; it’s almost as if you exist in another dimension. Your qualities that make up the perfect, the ideal king; untouchable. Unconquered, unvanquished, undefeated. Your throne was laid on the ground, built from the ground up, brick by brick, and now you have this vast and expansive kingdom that stretches beyond the imagination of anyone alive in this industry today. I envy that belief within you that tells you you’re a diamond, that you’re such a precious little fucker, that you couldn’t POSSIBLY imagine someone else sitting on that throne. Especially someone like me. I hold disdain for your ego, Jamie. I hate your fancy outfits, your houses alongside the riverbank, your family, your connections and your ties to everyone. I hate the tower you stand upon, standing upright and valiant in the face of certain death. I hate the way you throw stones and spit in the face of men who stand in the same position as me, treating us as if we’re nothing more than bags of dirt you can throw around. And I absolutely fucking HATE this idea that you’re….a god. The man, the myth, the legend; a divine and spiritual being who has the power to wipe out everyone in this entire company is he so chose to. If history has taught us anything, it’s that individuals who looked at themselves in the mirror, looked into their soul, and told themselves everyday that they were gods - it’s that they fail. They fail, they fall, their empire burned to ash by some kind of peasant’s revolt or by their own ignorance and sheer idiocy.  They produce propaganda that tell the citizens that they rule over that everything is great, everything is fair and just, and that they are gods who should be worshipped by all. So many have come, some still stand today and act as these false gods - and so many have fallen, because either someone had the balls to start a revolution, or because they self-destructed from their own fear. Don’t you feel the same, Jamie? That lingering, everlasting fear in the back of your mind; the idea that Jamie O’Hara could have his ivory tower, his entire kingdom torn down. Behind all the lights, the action, there lies mankind’s essential illness: Always so susceptible to fear. Isn’t it scary to be a champion? To have the entire world gunning for you, your head in their crosshairs as they attempt to find ways to knock your pillar down to the ground. To have someone like me, people who hold individuals like you in the worst possible light, who hate you with a burning passion. My hatred for you isn’t without justification; it isn’t without reason. Nothing I do is without rationale or reason - everything I have done up to this point, after the beginning of The Raven, is carefully planned and calculated. Do you think I’m walking into this match without Road to Redemption in mind; without a backup plan to have another chance to remind you that you’re not a god? I….hate false gods, false demons and monsters, not because I’m jealous of them, but because I was once one of them. Once, I was a hypocrite. I was what I hated, what I now wish could fucking die in a blaze of gore and misery. As the Manifestation of Destruction, I truly and honestly believed that I was the next greatest thing to come into EAW. I believed I was hot shit, I thought I was the single most destructive weapon to have ever been produced by mankind. I rode that high horse all the way to King of Elite, up until Grand Rampage. Even when I was humbled, even when fell to the mat and stared up at the bright lights, I still pushed. I held onto that tiny, minuscule shred of credibility that the Manifestation of Destruction had and tried to push myself to continue with the doomed crusade. It wasn’t perseverance - it was stupidity, for ever believing I could achieve greatness with this piece of shit moniker. I whined, I moaned, I barked like a dog until my voice grow hoarse, and everyone became tired of my shit. That’s when I came to the realization: I needed to change. I needed to become better, to transform into something that held at least some ounce of fucking credibility. But no - you’ve heard this story so many times already, haven’t you? You grow tired of Grier spitting words and phrases he barely knows the meaning of, of him retelling the story of how he became The Raven over and over again. You’ve seen the winds of change breeze through this company every time someone is laid with an injury or are forced to watch from the sidelines, and even you have beeen hit by it. What difference does it make when Lars Grier tells the story? Well, I can tell you in one word - everything. You’ve seen many men like me, who come into this company then start off with a bang, only to die like a whimpering dog. But I am no dog, I am not the past, I am the FUTURE. I take the situation then I adapt to it, so once the dust settles I am the only man who stands tall over the corpses of my opposers. You are under the presumptuous belief that because I shattered and cracked my exterior, I am weak. So weak, right? I’m so fucking weak, I was in the Cash in the Vault Ladder Match at Pain for Pride! I’m so fucking weak, there’s no way I could have defeated the Interwire champion! I’m so fucking weak, there’s no possible way I could be facing the World Heavyweight Champion! Yes Jamie - admitting change is admitting failure. Congratulations on figuring that out, Sherlock! I never would have guessed that in order to improve, you must first break. You see - all this just confirms my belief that your ego, your god complex has took over you. I know I broke. I know I cracked under pressure, that I shattered when the odds were too insurmountable for me. If you had any shred of intelligence you’d know that, but I suppose you’ve forgotten the feeling of failure for so long, you’ve forgotten what evolution means. I broke, but I needed that feeling of powerlessness to be where I am today, to stand in your face and spit at everything you stand for. I’m not weak for having to learn, for having to reflect on the past….if anything, I’m more prepared to wage my personal war against you. A battle between the truth and a self-proclaimed god. A battle that will be brutal, that will be gruelling and violent, but in the end….you will learn that my words speak for myself. They speak for the truth, and they will whisper in your ear once more, telling you that you’re just HUMAN.

You might be once in a century, but it only takes one man to remind you of your false godhood, of the false devil within.

One man to remind you of your humanity.


However….there is one thing that I have learned. There is one important aspect about you, Jamie, that I have been able to uncover. One that will shake you, and the rest of the world to the core, that there is a fine line between “deserving” and “need. For all your talk of victories, of your greatness and how untouchable you are, never did you stop to consider truly what the word “deserved” meant. I mean - do you really deserve that title, Jamie? Do you really deserve your victories, your accomplishments and the accolades that you’ve garnered over the course of your lifetime? Do you truly deserve any of those - or do you just THINK you need them? Do you just believe in your heart that you deserve these objects of status, when in reality you just need it to satisfy that hungry ego? It’s just this fine, thin line between deserving and needy that separates you from ever being someone people will care about, Jamie. I know the truth, I’ve been speaking the truth ever since The Raven was born from the ashes of the Manifestation of Destruction, and the truth is that you aren’t deserving of anything. You don’t deserve shit, O’Hara. You just NEED. For you, success, glory, gold, and victory are much more than just what accompanies you every time you step out to the ring. All of it...it’s a drug for you. It’s a drug that you’re constantly addicted to, that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. Every waking moment of your life, of your day is dominated by the thought of your Championship, your success and the words “Glory Glory.” Because you suffered so much before this New Era, thanks to so many men who have stepped on your throne and considered it as broken, never to be treated seriously. Because you have gone through the heart-wrenching pain of King of Elite, of Xavier Williams, there is a part of you that says: “I’ve suffered so much, I’ve gone through so many trials and tribulations, of course I deserve this title!” But how could you? How could you be so deserving of it, when you were born with a silver spoon given to you? How could you deserve it, if you lived a good life in a good school, passing through high school and college, when there’s people like me who have worked so fucking hard to even place a foot inside this company, to live just ONE day? You never deserved anything...you just think you do, because everyone was against your rise, against your chase towards glory. You think you deserve your title because Xavier Williams was the man who ruined you, every step of the way, costing you chances at everything that mattered, except when you forget that YOU were the one who started that shot with him. You think you should have that title because you need to protect it from people like Cameron and TLA, who in your mind are nothing and should never be able to contend against you, and yet here they stand, the ones who pose the biggest threat to you. Jamie O’Hara, you don’t deserve anything, you never did, EVERYTHING that’s happened to you has been your fault, and to think otherwise is to be a fucking fool. You don’t deserve shit. You never did. You need to have that drug that gives you glory, that makes you what you are, but I will deny you of it.

I will deny you of your glory. Then I will burn you, your ivory tower, your god complex, your empire - everything about you.

To the fucking ground.
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Empress Madison

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Empire Manifest Destiny Promo #3

Now, the world don't move to the beat of just one drum,
What might be right for you, may not be right for some

In an disagreement or argument between two people both parties have their own sides, they say there are two sides to every story, and usually there is always one side that a person tends to embellish the story a little bit just to make people feel sorry for them just to get people on their side, with that said do you really want to spew that utter bullshit that just came out of your mouth just now Alexis? I mean do you want to take a minute and maybe take some of what you said back? You want to say that you have earned this Empress of Elite more than me, you obviously have no idea the struggle, the pain that I have fought through this past year just to even be in this position that I stand here today. No of course you don't, you didn't want anything to do with me when that was going on. You just wanted to replace me with the likes of Brody or Cailin, at the end of the day all you really cared about is yourself. You want to talk about how I let you rot in the darkness all alone, wow Alexis can you be a little more dramatic right now? Do you not understand the last few months that I was in The Sanatorium, I was all alone... and I was truly alone, not like you who has Eclipse Diemos and others, I actually had nobody, not a soul to cry a shoulder on, nobody would even talk to me because they knew that I was on a downward spiral and this so called family that suppose to have each others back through thick or thin, well yeah that is just all for show right? I was left to rot in the back of The Sanatorium house with the rest of the skeletons that were left to perish, and the thing of it is while I sat in that house, with my invisible tears rolling down my cheeks, and my incoherent cries for help that went unanswered because nobody not even you gave the slightest piece of shit about me. That was when I saw true colors of my family, because the only one who cared about my well being during this time was Keelan Cetinich. He picked me up and brought new life in to me, he helped me see right from wrong and together we are stronger than ever. So please Alexis, you can sit there and act all innocent and tell your side of the story with a dramatic twist. But we all know what the truth really is, don't we sister? With all that said I would like to add another thing since we are on the topic, I know that nobody in EAW cares about me, I feel like the things I say to people goes in one ear and out the other, as if I just say these things for my own health, people don't hang on my every word like others around here. I have had to work twice as hard from day one just to get into the spot I am in today, and still I am taken for granted,  I am not blinded by any of that, and that is fine and dandy, all I need is Keelan. I don't need anyone else's approval, and I certainty don't need yours Alexis. For far too long I have cared too much about others peoples feelings towards me. People who are beneath me, people who are just holding me back. People who don't have my best interests in their heart, people who ultimately want to see me fail. You see people are going to start and understand that when it comes to the best in this division, it's not Aria Jaxon, it's not Brody Sparks, it isn't Alexis Diemos. Fuck all of those names, because the very best is none it is me, I have done more for this company than all of the Empire roster combined I paved the way for all those bitches. I am the reason there is even a Empress of Elite tournament, because of my contributions to the Vixens Division for all those years.

I know what you are thinking to yourself Alexis what exactly is my point to all this? Well Alexis you are just like these people who don't give me credit for anything. Not only was I the main contributor to the Vixens division boom with ultimately lead to us getting our own shows, exclusive FPV's, tournaments and being treated just as good as the male wrestlers. But I also contributed a great deal to The Sanatorium, I was the heart and soul of that team, I made it into what it is today, I made The Coven too. You have always had a chip on your shoulder towards me you knew deep down inside that you could never bring The Sanatorium to such heights that you always wanted to. Eclipse and you are the creators of The Sanatorium and yet he is the one who brought it to arise while you just sat back and rode his coattails and then I joined up. You were obviously bitter about that now that I think of it, I mean a woman who is day and night better than you joining your family and becoming the main woman in that family it must have hurt to see yourself getting pushed aside by someone who is superior than you, but this is a completely different Alexis Diemos that I am talking to here right now, none of that shit even matters anymore right? I mean this is the Alexis Diemos who isn't afraid of her own shadow, this is also the Alexis Diemos who loves to just hear all the compliments people are saying abut you now that you are finally thriving on your own, and you hear these positive things and they just pump into your ego driven brain up day by day making you your own worst enemy, just remember one thing Lexi, I was the first sister to mean anything in the family and that just eats you alive knowing that. I was the first sister to bring the female side of The Sanatorium to prominence it was all me. Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you Alexis, I don't owe you a god damn thing. In fact you owe me because without me you cease to fucking exist in this company. Maybe just maybe my dear sister you are forgetting the times that I had to bail your ass out of trouble inside the ring because well you just weren't good enough to handle it on your own. Maybe you are forgetting the times we teamed up and I had to carry your ass to even get a victory. You will never admit it because you are so ego driven and just plain old embarrassed to admit it but I made you into what you are today, teaming with me you picked up on my keys to success and my tips to being a all around amazing professional wrestler. You are so ungrateful Alexis it is disgusting, you make me so angry that I wish you were right in front of me right now so I could slap you in your stupid painted up face that makes you look like a person who tries way to hard to be intimidating. Manifest Destiny isn't going to be you beating me and making me suffer oh hell no sister. Manifest Destiny it is going to be me beating the respect out of you. It is going to be me teaching you yet another lesson in wrestling, don't bite the hand that feeds you, and don't poke the sleeping giant that stands before you. This isn't your time Alexis, this just isn't your time to win, this years Empress of Elite is going to the Mistress of Death, because I have worked way to hard to get back to being main event. I worked way to hard for you especially to ruin this for me. I will be damned if I have to walk back for a third straight year with that tail between my legs looking like a fool who couldn't pull the trigger yet again. I will do whatever is nessasary to win. If that means that I have I to end the career of my sister Alexis Diemos then I shall. My god have mercy on your soul Alexis.
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House of Glass Promo #3: IMPOSSIBLE #IWILLNOTFALL

Impossible.
 
All of my career and looking in from the outside of been feeling like certain things were not possible. I used to think to myself that I would never be able to get to the top. I would never be able to be like guys like Mr.DEDEDE or CM Bank$.. I thought that I would be used repeatedly just to fall short, until I started to realize just how good I was. I started to realize how much I needed to put in, in order to get to the position that I wanted to be in. From, looking at some of the best.. to being one of the best. I’ve looked at many chances and I see this one and I start to realize just how big this is. House of Glass, a glass gauntlet match that gives the winner of the match an opportunity at the EAW Hardcore Championship. The championship that I threw in a trashcan and retired. I have always been asked, why did you retire the EAW Hardcore Championship? No one knows what it means to be hardcore. None of the elitist in this match have done as much extreme as I have. I am willing to take every part of me and put it in this match at House of Glass just to come out on top because NO ONE else deserves this like I do. I’m willing to lose my control and do ANYTHING in my power, to be the man to step out of House of Glass focused on my next mission: the EAW Hardcore Championship. Target and Ahen are both loud and proud. Both of these men have been looking forward and trying to step forward in order to get this chance and they both think, that they are going to take it, but they forgot one thing: I’m here. As much as your confidence is sky high because you have taken me to my limits in the ring on Dynasty.. do not count me out because I have much more to give at House of Glass. This is not just some regular match that does not mean a thing.. this is a match that gives an opportunity to ONE of us that steps up as the winner and let me tell you now, I’m not giving that up so easy. Match after match I’ve stepped into the ring on Dynasty and yes.. I’ve taken my losses.. I have no type of momentum.. which is EVEN better for me. I do not need anyone to believe that I am going to win because it gives me even MORE to prove. I am looking to go to House of Glass with a VENGENACE in my SOUL.. AS MUCH as I feel as though no one believes in me I know I have a pack that will be there to SEE.. that I just am who I say I am. I am back with one thing on my mind. I know that I have seven other competitors ready to make it happen for them, but I am the only man that is going to be there with a chip on his shoulder.. The chip that I am ready to take out and prove to every single person that I am going to BUILD on my legacy. Ahen.. we have never stepped in the ring with each other before, but I am going to give you exactly what I’ve been able to do in the past. You can look at the tapes of me.. you can try and ask around, but you will not be READY. I am SO prepared. After every single step forward I was close to losing my mind.. I was close to seeing myself as just a loser because I come back and I fall down…
 
But I will not fall. I will not fall to TARGET SMILES… I WILL NOT FALL TO AHEN FOURNIER.. OR EITHER OF THESE ELITIST IN THIS MATCH. I will not stay in this trap in my mind.. because I’m telling myself now.. that I AM BETTER THAN THIS. I feel like an animal.. a beast.. a lion.. ready to jump on his prey. I will tear apart each and every one of you and take what is MINE. You want to see the Hurricane Hawk that has stepped to the top and has SHOWN that he is one of the best to ever STEP INTO THIS BUSINESS THEN YOU GOT IT. House of Glass I am going to GIVE MY ALL.. I AM GOING TO PUT MY HEART INTO THIS.. and I will not give up anything to either of you. Target Smiles.. I cannot wait until I prove to you that when it comes down to an opportunity.. YOU JUST FALL SHORT.. and it will be SO GOOD.. that you fall short to me after you’ve taken that victory over me. I dare either one of you to step to me, but watch how I find a way to get myself to the end.. as your new number one contender of the EAW Hardcore Championship. People are saying that it is impossible for me.. they’re saying that I will fall short just like I have these past two weeks on Dynasty, and I am going to make them SWALLOW their words and make them regret doubting me. I’m going to walk through this fire without being burned. We all are going into a house of glass.. but Target, Ahen, Dampshaw, Khamsin, Ryan Savage, Brayden Wolfe, and Mexican Samurai.. I’m going to break this chance for each and everyone of you like it’s a piece of glass and cut you with it. It’s IMPOSSIBLE .. FOR ME TO LET THIS OPPORTUNITY GO. It IS IMPOSSIBLE.. for me to step into that ring and give up what I have been WORKING for. So if anybody wants to see me fall, I suggest not tuning into House of Glass, because I promise.. I’m going to touch the first part of my success. I hope all of you start to realize just how raged I am.. just how frustrated.. just how confused… but I am ABLE to put all of that together and step into that ring and PUT ON MY BEST. Target Smiles.. Ahen Fournier.. it will be impossible for you.. to take me down. At House of Glass.. I am not just going to put on a show.. I’m not looking to just show off.. I’m looking to bring back my proving grounds.. I’m looking to be your next contender and I’m looking to be the NEXT champion. I.. am at the top of the food chain, and each and everyone of you fall short to just exactly what I am.. I’m a predator. And in this glass gauntlet match I’m looking to take down each and every single one of you as prey. If you guys want to make it seem like it is going to be easy.. that I’m just going to fall down and disappear once again, you’ve got another thing coming. I felt like I was just a shadow of myself. Coming back into the ring of EAW, I started to see that I just was not fully there. Even with the victory over Ryan Savage and Khamsin.. I started to see that I did not have what I used to have, and now that I realize it.. it’s time to show the BEST of myself. No more falling short.. no more giving in.. House of Glass is where I am going to swing for the fences and hit that homerun, while the rest of you have nothing but RESPECT for me. I’m breaking away from this pack and I’m going to take down any man that becomes EAW Hardcore Champion. So while you guys want to talk..
 

I’m going to make my actions speak louder than my words.
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[size=15]Voltage Promo #3[/size]



[size=15]Sunday, 2:02 A.M., Chicago, Illinois. [/size]



[size=15](The scene opens on the moon hanging over the night sky. The camera pans down to a street level. The corner of Ashland and 63rd street, right In The heart of West Englewood, to be precise.  The camera pans across the sidewalk, passing by various vagrants, prostitutes, and other disreputable characters all of whom are just as much of this ragged ghetto as it is apart of them.  The camera continues down the street before finally resting upon a lone figure kneeling before a message written on the exteriors of of an abandoned storefront. The dark, wet, brownish red stain reads ‘left or right, friend or foe?  There is no choice.’[/size]

[size=15]The man rises up from his knees and turns to face the camera, his bloodshot eyes burn thru the screen with every evil desire that lies behind them.  These are the eyes of the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]




[size=15]Caine: “Fate, all its works, and everything built by its hands, never cease in amusing us in wonder. We always smile in how it brings about all that we foretell of how the path it makes twists and bends and leads they the least expected valley. Yet always in the end, it brings us to where we desire to be.  It brought us to this flesh that cried out to us. It led us here to this land where the eyes of the world would fall squarely upon all that we do.  It gave us allies who would test us with their best, that weakness be driven out of us. And now it brings us here, with a mighty temptation to reach out and snatch this gilded prize that many crave with a might hunger. A golden glory that the greed of the masses yearn and clamor for. It lies just within our reach. Yet as it does, we see our brethren who have stood by our side, and aided us in bringing about our warnings to this world, we see their hands parallel to our own. We see our brothers Jon McAdams, and Amadeus, grasping on to this gold along with ourself. We know that only the strongest among us shall be able to tear it away from their grip and claim it for their own.  And yet as we, the Never Ending Nightmare clutch on to this prize with all the strength our bodies have to offer with one hand, we stand together fighting back those whom would try to steal away what is ours with the other.  Whilst we battle amongst each other, we stand together against rotten wretches who do not deserve this prize. Thieves who only think of their own selfish desires, and know nothing of the true power that ourself and our brotherhood seeks. [/size]


[size=15]We speak of course of feeble minded bastards as Harvey Yorke. A poor wasted existence that Despite how many times we teach him so, he refuses to learn that he shall never conquer over us.  No matter how many times we sacrifice his flesh to the honor of the monster that we have made, he simply does not comprehend that he has not the strength, nor the skill, nor the mind to awake from the terrors that we unleash with every passing week. He has not the facilities to overcome us, nor the worthiness to be counted amongst, the only thing he is good for is to be a lamb slaughtered again and again that those who live as foolishly as he does, would open their eyes and learn that the destruction that we bring about to this man, is but an example of what we shall unleash upon the rest of this earth!   Yes Harvey, this is the course that fate had chosen for you, To be the one whom we and our brothers feast upon till the last piece of your flesh has been devoured.  Do you deny that with every encounter you have with us, your strength is sapped away from you that much quicker?  That your speed fails you even more so?  That your will and determination are even weakened, and thus cannot carry to victory?!  Do not bother to fool yourself, you know well that ever time you stand against us, you meet the same end. You lay there crumbled and broken, and trampled beneath our feet.  Perhaps this is why you stay silent. You have finally accepted all that this live has in store for you, you have given yourself fully to the talons of fate, and from it you know you shall never escape. Of you have, than present yourself at the chosen hour, and we may show just enough mercy to finish you quickly.  Fall to your knees before us on the altar, and we shall in one swift blow, bring about your End to this empty vendetta you have against us, put an end to this quest for vengeance that you would never find, and send you out into this world forever marked as one whom was made our victim. [/size]



[size=15]And what of you Anthony Leonhart?  Do you believe yourself safe from our claws?  Do you think we are impressed that you simply eked past one as Aren Mstislav?  What should it say about you that in the time that has followed your lone triumph, you have been laid low by all whom you come across?  What should it say of you when you were bested by Eclipse Diemos?  What should it say that you were crushed by our own hand?!  Anthony Leonhart, you are only fooling yourself if you believe you have gained even an ounce of strength. You are delusional if you believe yourself as being more than the combined might of our brotherhood. You concerned your so greatly with what Harvey Yorke has done with himself, yet you do not look and see the ravenous beast that stands right before you. You drone on and on about all that Harvey Yorke has committed, yet you fail to realize that you are our prey on this night. How totally and completely daft you are. How Fully unaware of your surroundings you are. This is why you consistently fail in all you try. For all your training, for all you have learned, for all the time and devotion you have poured into this craft, you have no sense of what truly poses a threat to you, you are clueless as to what you actually face.  You are not simply dealing with mere flesh, you are not standing against a crumbling house, you stand opposed to a force great than all that lies in nature.  Yes you may fight with the might of a lion, but even that lion must bow to A flood. We are that flood Anthony that shall overrun you, and drown you in woe and misery till the End Of Ages!  Realize this Anthony, and come to accept it on your heart and mind, as long as we stand here before you, you shall always be made to kneel. [/size]


[size=15]And of you our brothers, we wish you to remember a we have made together after this war has been won. We wish you to keep in your memory that we have made all who come across our path terrified. Even the ones who claim that they rule over Voltage, they cower from us, and plot to turn us against each other. So when the time has come, and we have decided who amongst ourselves should possess the Interwire championship, remember all the power we hold, and stand by our side brothers. [/size]


[size=15]Stand by our side Jon McAdams, for even though you look back and reflect upon all that you have Accomplished in your time here, you still have much to learn. We say this for you betray that you still do not understand all we speak of. You still have so much to grow, beyond being a sovereign, beyond the limits of a system. You still must experiment a revelation within your mind to transcend all that impressions you, and keeps you from beholding the truth and wisdom that we speak. Come Jon, let us awaken your senses and tear down the wall that entrap you that you can finally go forward and reclaim your mantle as a survivor. Come, hunt us as we shall hunt you. Tear into our flesh as we shall tear into yours.  For we are not simply a pawn to you, we never have been, nor ever shall we be.  We are the one from whom you coward away from. We are the one who made you reach down within yourself to find the strength necessary to push forward. We are the one showed you how little your preconditioned notions of this world matter when we brought you into this brotherhood. Now we come forward to test all that you have learned from us. Now we come to you as we have before telling you that all that you once were must die, that you may be reborn.  We shall finish off the last lingering bits of weakness that infects your mind, and your flesh. We shall strip away every inch of flesh from you, that you may proceed as the being that you were always destined to be.  The one that rose up to power, the one that clawed its way thru every obstacle that lay in its path.  The one the masses dare not gaze upon for fear of what he might do if he should catch them doing so.  We shall bring this out of you McAdams, one way or another. If it takes us striking you without end till the day of the glorious reign, than so be it.  Should it take the pouring out of your blood, than it shall be so.  We shall make you into all that we saw within. We shall make you a fine addition to the great beast. [/size]


[size=15]And that leaves only you Amadeus. There is wisdom inyour word when you say there is not much that we have not already said. Still there is much that is left unanswered.  In but hours we shall find these answers. We shall see whom amongst us is the stronger of the two.  We shall see whom is worthy to stand as the one in front leading this nightmare down the path where it may bring about the most destruction. Where it may send the most fleeing in fear. Where it shall tear down the highest kingdoms and grandest towers till all lays in rubble before our feet!  We shall soon find out who is worthy to possess the power and influence that lays within that gold you so greedily cling to. We shall soon see who would go further to possess it. We wish you the best of fortune brother, but we shall do what we must to see a greater purpose brought about.  And to do so we shall unleash every horrific and wicked desire that rests within us. We shall prove to you that we were never the weak link you claimed us to be. We were never one to be shunted aside for you or any other!  We shall come with every last ounce of our might Amadeus. You know that we shall, so prepare yourself in the best manner you can. Do all that you could to cope with the punishment that we shall lay down upon your head.  Prepare for a our wrath to overwhelm and consume you, for though you are our greatest ally, we shall not give you any preferential Treatment, we shall give you no more mercy nor clemency than Leonhart or Yorke. When we land a blow, it shall be to injure and Maim. When you Are within our grasp, we shall squeeze the life form you if need be. There shall be nothing that we would not do to capture the prize you currently hold. This is what fate has brought both of us to. This is what we must see thru to its end. And when it done, we shall embrace you as we always have, as a brother.  [/size]



[size=15]Take heed all of you. For this fate that we foretell shall come about sooner than any of you realize. And in but a short while, we shall stand above you as your conqueror.  This shall be so!”[/size]




[size=15](Caine takes a last look over his shoulder at the message. Slowly he nods his head before waking out of the frame.)[/size]




[size=15]THE END. [/size]
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