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(Cloud is still driving in her car)

Cloud: Just for the record Revy, I AM Asian! And BLACK. I'm Blasian, bitch! Get it right!

Minica: Babe, stop being petty.

Cloud: No! How dare she say I ain't Half-Japanese! I have an authentic kimono at home! I have a goddamn samurai sword! I. Eat. Sushi!

(Cloud grins)

Cloud: Especially Monica's.

Monica: Damn it Stephanie!

Cloud: jajajaja. PS: You're okay with me Revy, but that ass is still mine.

"I owned up to my two recent Dynasty losses, I never once tried to shy away from them because I knew that if I did, the five of you would gang up and throw them back at me."

You mean like how I owned up to my multiple hiatuses that you guys still decided to gang up and throw back at me with the same rhetoric that every opponent I have ever faced in 2017 has thrown at me? You can't have your cake and eat it too Scotty. I guess now you know that just because you call it out before it happens, despite the fact that you did the same thing, you aren't exempt from having your skeletons be pulled out of the closet. I don't have superiors, period. I have men who are on a higher plateau than I currently am based on their recent success, therefore they may tend to get placed higher on the card, maybe they even have more of a "following" at this point.. but I have a legacy. You do too, but you're so busy letting the people define you by your failures instead of the success that got you into the Hall of Fame that you disregard everything good that you've ever done simply because you're afraid of the prospect of somebody reminding you of the not so good things you've done. The only time when you have the confidence to brag about what you DID accomplish is when talking to someone you look at as a bigger disappointment than you so you gain confidence. You'd never brag about your accomplishments to Jacob Senn, I have though. I would think that someone like you would have the decency to take a better approach than the rest of my opponents since I actually had a lot more respect for you than the rest of the men in this chamber given our history. I would think that someone like you who knows how it feels for your opponents to give you the same repetitive rhetoric about a "failed career" who's had heights they could never dream of reaching.. but nope just like the sheep you are, its the SAME... OLD... SHIT. But as I was saying, these men perceived to be MY superiors who you feel are YOUR superiors, are just that.. perceptions. I guess me and you don't think the same, because in my head I know that I have the capability of being in the position I once was in, we clearly see what a motivated Hawk gets us, right back at the top of Dynasty. So judging by that, you can obviously assume that if I am still here in the year 2018, continuing the consistency that I have displayed, it's only a matter of time until the perception changes. The reality is already there, I am every bit as good as Jacob Senn and Pizza Boy, hang that quote on the wall, frame it, I don't care. I know what I can do, and maybe you know what you can do as well which is why you're doubting yourself because you know your limits and know that you aren't good enough anymore. Whatever though, to each his own, but don't project your insecurities onto me.. I'm well aware of what I can do. You compared our hiatuses and I'd love to break down the holes in your argument but I'll just leave you wit an excerpt from your Wikipedia page: 

He's become notorious for his "short burst" stints where he rejoins EAW for a couple of months, usually during the Summer which plays host to EAW's marquee events and then leaving shortly afterwards. When asked why he does this in an interview with TMZ in 2016, he answered in kayfabe stating, "I do what I want, when I want to. And no one dares question me because if they do, they'll be on the floor." However, backstage the brief stints have become somewhat of a light-hearted running gag. 

Don't hate me, hate the source. You disappeared in 2012 after Bank$ kicked your ass. You had a nice little run before you disappeared in 2014 after failing to take down EAW. You disappear in 2015. You disappear in 2016. So here's my conclusion of our comparisons of hiatuses... I leave more often, you stay away for longer periods of time.. it doesn't make you any better than me. We're sitting here comparing who is the bigger fuck up, it's not going to make you look any better. Besides, for as much as you want to make it seem like you've accomplished so much you still haven't captured a world championship since around the last time I captured a world championship. Since your last world championship reign, you've had a failed Hall of Fame championship run and a failed Hardcore championship run, yes I said failed. It's easy to hold a title for two months when you aren't defending it in that timespan, we all saw what happened when you actually did. I have more world championship reigns than you, I got inducted into a Hall of Fame class that you weren't good enough to get into despite how bad you wanted to. When you did get inducted it was the most underwhelming induction I have ever seen and you still don't even have your ring from it. I beat you for the 24/7 contract several times, and I'm going to beat you again this week for old times sake. 

All of those things you've told me that you've done Pizza Boy, it doesn't impress me. You've held guns to peoples heads and yada yada because they pushed you to the limit by doing something super disrespectful. Here's the thing, yes.. I cross the line to get what I need to get regardless, it doesn't take much. It doesn't take my family being held hostage or somebody threatening to kill me.. I just do what I have to do. You push, I punch. You slap, I kick your ass. It is what it is. What I did to Eclipse was simply a sacrifice, it was needed in order to send a message to men who would take me lightly going into this match to show that I am not a pushover, I am somebody to keep eyes on, because what happened to him could happen to anybody. Just push me. But you know what Pizza Boy, you're half decent. You're not like the other guys in this match coming at me with the same tired "you aren't good enough because you don't stick around long enough". You KNOW that if I stick around long enough that I am more than capable of being right where you stand by capturing the championship. You know that all it takes is time and consistency and Hurricane Hawk will once again reign supreme, you understand my talent. I guess that's why you're champion and that idiot Scott Diamond isn't. You know your opponents, and so do I. But then again, I'm sure that regardless of you acknowledging my abilities barring my consistencies.. you're banking on me not being able to be consistent, which I can't wait to prove you wrong about. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going into this match thinking I'll be able to walk all over you without you putting up a fight.. that doesn't mean you aren't a joke of a person though. You can be a little twerp and still know how to fight, but then again.. you haven't defended that championship against me yet. So we'll see how good you really are when you're put to that ultimate test come Road to Redemption. Prove me wrong.

DYNASTY PROMO #4

I've listened to every word you've said Senn, it's not hard to comprehend at all, and it's not different from what any other opponent I have had since returning has said to me. Cliches about how my best days are behind me and how I always return and disappear isn't as difficult to follow as you think it is. Maybe you're right and you do actually want the Answers World Championship, but that has never been the problem. My point was that the problem is your loss to DEDEDE possibly being a distraction that clouds you from achieving the goal that you set for yourself, as displayed in prior situations, but you knew that though. But all that aside, even if that isn't the case.. this isn't your first opportunity at getting a shot at the world championship. So lets say you absolutely positively from the bottom of your heart truly DO want the championship, that means nothing when you don't possess the ability to get it done anymore, whens the last time you even won a match? That's where you're wrong, I know I am not the man I was five years ago... I'm much better. The man I was five years ago is nowhere near as wise as the man today, the man I was five years ago didn't go through nearly as much adversity in a company filled with entitled disrespectful low grade so called legends who try to downplay his impact. Five years ago I probably would have seen the disrespect I'm getting today and walked away because of how ungrateful these people are about my talents. But now? Now I just laugh at it, I use it as fuel to the fire to go harder and prove them wrong, I know that if I leave it's just going to prove people like you right... and that's just not going to happen. Failed experiments don't get inducted into Hall of Fames, they win Bust of the Year. Failed experiments don't get as many "chances" as I have, only a sure thing does. Failed experiments get aborted and thrown to the trash, yet here I am still here all these years later despite everything. But let you tell it and my induction was due to a lack of talent, coming from the guy who got inducted into a class full of people getting their second induction. Not to mention it took me three years compared to your five. But let's chalk it up to a "weaker era" that guys like you like to call it, an era none of you were around to experience yet have all of the answers about and more than likely wouldn't have been as successful as you think you would have been had you been around during those times. The fact is, everything I did was in my early 20s, I came into this industry as a young pup and took it by storm, maybe you can say I won too much too fast and had no incentive to continue to go hard but I basically embarked on a Hall of Fame worthy career as a kid. That is why there is no doubt in my mind that as a grown man who already knows what it takes to get to the top, that I can reach that place once again. 

I think I figured out why so many of my opponents are fixated on using the same tired insult about my constant departures, or vacations as I'd like to call them. It's because they wish they were in my shoes. They wish they could come and go as they please and still make a return to the company and be accepted by the fans with open arms. Still be considered a hot commodity by the men in power who sign the contracts. But they aren't and they know that they are nothing but replaceable nobodies who would become instant afterthoughts had they left this company as many times as I have. Me on the other hand? Sure I've failed in front of many people, sure I've made my grand return just to make a grand exit shortly after, yet each and every time I come back the people can't get enough of it. That's because of what I built for myself before all of the nonsense. That's the true definition of relevance, thats the definition of being a legend, that treatment is what guys dream of having and it eats them alive that despite how consistent they think they are at the present moment, they will never come close to me. My run from 2009 to 2012 remains amongst the best runs in this company's history and that's why from 2013 to 2016 I was able to do whatever the hell I wanted, because I afforded myself that luxury. You will never relate. But 2017 and beyond vacation and playtime is over, I'm here for the long haul and I'm here to make sure that when it's all said and done, I will be a world champion again. They say he who laughs last laughs best, so whether it is this upcoming Dynasty, Road to Redemption 11, Pain for Pride 11, or even whether it be Pain for Pride 15.. I don't care. I will somehow someway end up back where I belong, at the top of the food chain. And when that happens, I'll be sure to look back at all of the doubters and detractors I had over the years who belittled me about the later half of my career, and tell them "I told you so". People love to talk about all the "failed" runs and chances I've gotten, but you would know a thing or two about getting chance after chance. Despite the fact that you're acting as if winning the Answers World Championship is a new revelation that would get you closer to Mr DEDEDE, you have had several shots to put yourself in a position to be in the grasp of that Answers World Championship that would ironically get you in the spot that you think would lure DEDEDE into giving a damn about you again. Now explain to me what happened in those chances, actually I'll save you the hassle and tell you myself. You walked into Territorial Invasion and got eliminated in the Divide and Conquer match. You walked into House of Glass and lost a chance at winning the Cash in the Vault. Both huge opportunities that would have made you number one contender. So lets just say hypothetically you do manage to keep your head in the game and beat me on Dynasty, we already saw you constantly come up short in world title contendership situations on big stages, so we already know to expect another shortcoming at Road to Redemption. Let me guess though it's different this time around right?! Isn't it funny how me of all people is the one who's belittling you about how many chances you've failed at? That's how you know you're in a bad situation. It's not even about the cliche as you like to call it talking point of Mr DEDEDE being in your head and causing you to lose, at this point it's simply about you not having it anymore. Decline sign perhaps? Is it time to join ol' Hawky in the washed up gang? Whats that thing about glass houses you were saying? Yeah, it applies to you as well. Your career is fragile.. easily breaking down, while mine is still able to burst forward. I could have easily given this all up and stayed outside of this business, but I came back still able to claim a position. I'll see you in that ring on Dynasty, and maybe after I embarrass you and take that spot to the Extreme Elimiantion Chamber, you can finally get your focus back to Mr.DEDEDE where you can take another LOSS.

HOUSE OF GLASS PROMO #4: THE ANTIDOTE #IWILLNOTFALL

The antidote
 
I step back into a business that seems a little off. Something does not feel right as it was before. Time after time things evolve and pieces change, but it was one thing that sent me off: extreme to elite. I am a man of EXTREME. I was BORN with hardcore in my blood. I was born with the vicious matches and taking anything I could to get the victory. My problem in this business right now is that it is hard to find myself. I have sat in a locker room looking for an answer.. asking for an answer, and still none has come because week after week I have not gotten what I exactly wanted. I see myself in this mirror and I realize that I am Hurricane Hawk. The man that was able to come up from nothing and build a legacy that gained Hall of Fame status. So why do I feel lost? Why do I feel like I’m down with a sickness? Everyone is willing to take everything that I need, but they will NOT take this chance from me at House of Glass. From rags to riches, I bounced back from everything but every single come back I have fallen out of the business into a disappearance that gained me nothing but disrespect from every single elitist that has known me. They think that this is just another one. They think that I’m just a test and a joke that is going to see his failure and lose himself once again, but that is not me. You see I have SEEN myself walk forward from the obstacles.. every fall.. every loss, I gained myself the FIRE inside of me to KEEP GOING.. and that is exactly what I feel inside of me right now. The fire that is going to keep burning and WILL NOT STOP.. even when I get to the top I will keep going because it is in my BLOOD. I am not a scavenger.. I’m not here to just take the opportunities from the elitist that are looking to come up.. I’m looking to revamp my name. I’m looking to rebuild this legacy and make sure everyone knows exactly who I am and what I am. I have been through some of the darkest days in my career. I’ve been fired.. I’ve seen myself on the edge of quitting, but there is one thing that is not in my option this time and that is GIVING UP. I will not BE HELD DOWN. I don’t care who feels the need to, because even when you hold me down I’m getting right back up to burst through this flame and get EXACTLY WHAT I DESERVE. I cannot WAIT to step into that ring at House of Glass because I will NOT BE DENIED. I WILL NOT FALL. Neither of you see exactly what is going on. All of you want the opportunity just to step into the ring with Darkane or Scott Diamond, just to get the spotlight.. while I want the opportunity to get what is MINE: The EAW Hardcore Championship. I left it out of existence and I was the last name to hold it, and this time I will GET IT BACK.
 
All of you elitist.. Target Smiles.. Ahen Fournier, Ryan Savage.. you will see the side of me that will never fall short to anything that steps forward to him. You are going toe to toe with a true legend. A man that has the resiliency of a god and the force of a BEAST. The weight that is on my shoulder.. the pressure that is on my back.. it’s BUILDING ME to keep going. Week after week here I’ve fallen but I see myself getting CLOSER AND CLOSER to getting to exactly what I’ve wanted. Sure, Target.. you have beaten me.. and now you think you can do the same exact thing at House of Glass, but I have taken myself to a newer height that you have NEVER seen. Ahen Fournier, you can speak every word you want out of your mouth, but best believe that when you step into that ring with me, I will make you look embarrassed. I MUST NOT FAIL. I seen myself get to the top before and I know for a fact that I can do it again. It starts here. IT starts at House of Glass when I step into the ring for this Glass Gauntlet match.. and I take down Target Smiles.. Ryan Savage.. Mexican Samurai… Khamsin… Ahen Fournier.. Brayden Wolfe.. and Dampshaw. I AM READY. Brayden Wolfe.. as much as I have respect for you, I will BURN you just like I will everyone else. I am not giving this opportunity up to anyone else because none of you are ready for it. I will fulfill my destiny. All of you have never stepped to the things that I have, but I am going to take this like I never had a chance before. I feel the hunger inside of me. A voice in my head telling me “EAT, HAWK.. EAT,” and that is EXACTLY what I am going to do. Every chance.. every opportunity.. I will step forward to it and take it to be my own and then step forward to grab whatever that is POSSIBLE. House of Glass is where I become the number one contender of that EAW Hardcore Championship and in the future.. I become EAW Hardcore Champion. So each and everyone of you can believe in yourself.. you can think that you are going to take me down, but it truly is hard to take a lie to yourself. Throw your best and it just will not give enough. When all is said and done, I will be the one to be at the top while the rest of you are BELOW me. This is just another test for me. While everyone is saying that I’ll just fall to Target Smiles once again.. while all is saying the new kid in town Brayden Wolfe is going to step up to the plate.. both of you are going to strike out. While each and everyone of you are seemingly a sickness to me.. I will be the cure that everyone sees. I am just the man with the spotlight and even more. House of Glass.. may God help you all..
 
Because I am not giving anything to anyone but MYSELF.

[size=15]Voltage Promo #4[/size]



[size=15]Friday, 1:21 A.M., Des Moines, Iowa. [/size]



[size=15](The scene opens on a clear night’s sky. The moon hangs high in the sky casting its light down on the eerily still waters of the Blue Heron Lake. The camera pans down to find a peculiar sight, as the larger stones that sat by the shore have been arranged to spell out a message which reads ‘those with two faces live half lives, chained together by a fate worst than death, so shall it be till the End Of Ages.’[/size]




[size=15]The camera pulls back, as it does it slowly brings into frame a lone individual, kneeling before the stone message. The howling of the wind begins to grow louder as the man stands himself upright and turns toward the camera. His wicked, and evil filled eyes pierce thru the darkness. Unmistakably this is the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine:  “Madison, again your mouth offers nothing but double talk. Again you offer up not a cry of might, nor a plea of mercy, but only the same failing logic and utter blindness to your own flaws. For with one breath you both curse the  Sanatorium for not giving you aid when you had faltered time and again. You offer up distain and blasphemy for all the times you yourself failed and none were there to soften the blow, and in the same sentence you speak of how you have never failed. How you never have been laid low nor conquered by any other on Empire. You say how you left the Sanatorium because you were held back one moment, and the next you speak of how you left for the good of the group because you were a weak link!  Which is it Madison? Which excuse for your betrayal shall come from your rotten tongue next?  You and your beloved spread lies when you speak of us speaking contradictions, we say you are but a hypocrite who is so enamored with her lies, she has wholly and totally accepted them as proven facts. Madison, we are so very disappointed in you, for the way your mind has been twisted, for the way you've allowed yourself to become now better than that wretch Cetinich in such a short amount of time, we almost feel sorry for what we must do, the way an owner feels sorry when he must put down a rabid dog. [/size]


[size=15]Yes we shall put you down Madison, and you know that we shall. That is why you feel the need to resort to labeling us jealous of Keelan Cetinich, why you speak of our genitalia, and why you cannot offer up a single word in your own defense of every horrible thing that shall befall you by our hand.  What we do is not because we envy Keelan Cetinich, what is there for us to be envious of him?  He has not any gold that keeps the eyes of he masses upon him. He has not power or authority over any other besides you. And should you believe yourself the reason of this envy, how gravely mistaken you are. For what would we desire from a harlot such as yourself?! What role would you play in the glorious reign rising up upon this earth, when all you are good for is lying on your back, and spreading your legs for every rotten wretch that should pass by?!  Yes Madison, what good are you to anyone?  For at the slightest shift of the breeze, you look to find another whom you may leach off of.  You are a virus Madison, you only move from host to host, and eat them alive from the inside before moving on to do the same to the next. And as a final insult, you speak of your love and respect for those who gave you shelter, for those who made you as their own family, AND THEN YOU SPIT ON THEM BY ALIGNING WITH WRETCHES WHO WOULD SEE ALL THAT THEY HAVE MADE UNDONE!!!  Your mouth forever condemns you, And with every syllable that escapes it only further proves how you will say anything to gain favor with those whom you desire at the moment. You have no real conviction to any cause, any reason, nor any other in this entire earth!  So again, we do not envy Keelan Cetinich, for he knows not that the one he holds on to dearly, his most prized possession in all the world, is a wolf in sheep’s clothing anxiously awaiting the moment went she may feast upon his flesh and blood. [/size]

[size=15]For this reason Madison, this is the reason why we must break you. At week’s end when you are placed before us on our altar, we must tear away the flesh from your body, we must crush every bone within you, we must strike you with all our might that your blood run should like a river, because although Keelan Cetinich is wholeheartedly devoted to you, and will do all he can to keep you safe and guarded, he does not know you for what you truly are, a poisonous snake in the grass.[/size]


[size=15]We must do this, for your evil is so foul, and so devious, that the very though of it sickens our flesh in the pit of its stomach. It disgusts us to think that you should go about doing what you have done to each and every member of the great beast call Sanatorium, doing what you are doing to Keelan Cetinich, doing what you have to every man ad woman who has ever shown you pity, and let the world think that there is not a consequence for doing so. We cannot allow that Madison. We cannot allow you to simply leach off the masses till the day of the great fire.  No, we shall see to it that you suffer greatly for your horrid and shameful actions. We shall see to it that you learn what lies in wait for you and all the other parasites that walk upon this earth. You shall fall, and the eyes of the world shall bare witness to you being another who has been crushed by the never ending Nightmare. [/size]


[size=15]And when you, and Keelan Cetinich, when you are both laid low, and trampled under our feet, the world shall Cower as they begin to realize that no matter the bond between any in the Grand Prix, they are no match for the great beast named Sanatorium, and of that great beast, there is no stronger arm than that of the Nightmare. Yes, the world will witness this monster rise up, they shall see it tear thru any who would be placed before it, they will understand the might that we posses when we demonstrate it upon all who would stand in our way!  Each and every pair to be sacrificed, they shall be a testament to strength. With every battle won, it shall serve as further evidence that none can escape nor overcome all we planned for them. And when we capture the glorious gold, it shall stand as undisputed proof that there is no greater force than that of the Nightmare. [/size]


[size=15]Come forward Madison, come forward Keelan. You both are to play a role, an important one, in what is to come. Our triumph over you shall be another brick in the foundation of our legend. You tears, and your blood, shall be what our future Conquests are built upon. You shall be remembered well for the slaughter that shall make out of you. Never shall the scars fade from neither your bodies nor you minds. Till the day our glorious reign has wiped away you and the rest of the heathen scum from this world, you shall never be free of the mercilessness that shall befall you at week’s end. This is our promise to you, a parting gift to our former sister, one she shall never forget. [/size]



[size=15]Take heed of the words we speak. Though you would mock them, and discard them as fools discarding gold, their truth cannot be forever denied. Learn well from them, for your own benefit. Learn well, that you might prepare yourself for a lifetime’s worth of agony and suffering. Prepare yourselves, for in such little time all that we speak shall come to pass, and you shall be forever afflicted by it.  Listen well to these words, for sooner than you realize, they shall be made so.”[/size]





[size=15](With that Caine walks away and out of the frame. The camera closes back in on the stone message, and holds on it for a long moment before fading out to black.)[/size]




[size=15]THE END. [/size]

DYNASTY PROMO #4: TARGET PRACTICE

Legendary.

I've been on a simple mission. I've come back to the EAW business to take of the things that I felt as though were needed and now I'm looking to grab something that's above me, that EAW Hardcore Championship. Of course, I do have small things in front of me like Target Smiles that wants to mess with me and truly thinks that he has a chance, but soon enough he'll step into that ring with me on Dynasty and see that he will never beat me and he will never get a chance at that EAW Hardcore Championship. I don't act like I'm a god nor a prophet. I hold myself HIGH because my standards are at the highest level. I learned that from some of the greats because why would I try to hold myself low Target? I'm not you. I'm not going to stoop down to your level just to make you think that I'm just someone you're going to take out. I don't care if I'm facing you in 2017.. 2018.. or in the future.. I'm going to BEAT YOU. Do you truly think that I'm not the Hurricane Hawk from 2010? I'm the same man that I was before and I always will be. I came to this business ready to step into battle.. Ready to become one of the best in this business and I did just that. I stepped back into this business and I see the evolution of things and then I realized that there was evolution in me. Sure, I've returned many times and I haven't gotten things done, but this isn't that Target.. This is me actually TRYING.. this is me actually ready to step into that ring because I know this is not the end of this war this is just a battle. The end of this war is at House of Glass when I'm going to battle a bunch of competitors in that Glass Gauntlet match for an opportunity at that EAW Hardcore Championship. I'm READY. Friday, you're going to see that I'm not some washed up hasbeen like Lethal Consequences that you can just break apart.. I treat myself as a legend because I AM a legend Target. Everything that I've done, I've did it in the ring. I stepped in the ring and earned it. I know you want an opportunity at something to make a name for yourself but this just will not be it. I'm not going to fall to you. You think that I'm just in this silly dream world where I think I'm the best, but I KNOW I'm the best and I KNOW I can prove it. 

Smiling faces will not be in sight at Dynasty and they sure will not be at House of Glass. I want you to take in that I'm going to do everything in my power to beat you. I went out there and asked StarrStan for this opportunity to GET IT. Target.. I'm better than you and it's not just my accomplishments proving that. I've been outside of these rings and outside of EAW and there's people like you who think that I cannot do this anymore. You think that you're just going to go to Dynasty and embarrass me in front of everyone. You think that you're going to "bring me to reality," when in reality, we're already here buddy. Open your eyes.. because in this little world of Smiling faces that you're in, I'm going to bring you back down to reality and show you what it's really like to have REAL competition. Dynasty is in just two days, and I'm going to stay focused. Not only am I going to beat you Target.. but I'm going to show everyone around that I'm a force to be reckoned with. Dynasty is where you're going to fall and House of Glass is where you're going to BREAK. Target Smiles.. I'm the one that's going to take the opportunity and SHOW that I can actually beat someone when it matters. I'm going to step into that ring with Scott Diamond or Darkane and I'm going to take that EAW Hardcore Championship and show everyone that I STILL HAVE IT IN ME.. I'm an EAW Hall of Famer for a reason, and I'm going to show you why they inducted me when we step in that ring on Dynasty. You want that 2010 Hurricane Hawk? You got him. Just don't regret it when you've brought it out of me and realize that you just stopped your own chances of even GETTING CLOSE to being a contender of the EAW Hardcore Championship. It's my time to shine. As long as I've been in this business I'm STILL the future. And I'm going to back every word that I have said..

Because I'm not a liar like you. 

1. Kazuchika Okada - He has the undisputed best title reign in the past ten years of the industry currently. He's put on multiple 6-star matches with Omega (Who should be #3 imo) and is a household name despite never setting foot in WWE as a wrestler. 
2. AJ Styles - He is a walking dream match. In less in a year, he's made Smackdown his show and the US title the second most important belt in WWE.
3. Kevin Owens - The other reason why the US belt matters so much. He can put on a great feud with anyone, and somehow he and Jericho kept Raw afloat before Goldberg and Brock returned. He should be #4 though with Kenny occupying this space.
4. Roman Reigns - He had a slow start after Wrestlemania, but the work he's done with Strowman has been the highlight of the summer. He's starting to gain momentum but he needs a couple of more big feuds to make him the face of the company. That'll be tough if... 
5. Kenny Omega - This guy gets signed. That won't happen though because NJPW isn't stupid enough to let him go (i hope). What can I really say? His collection of 6-star matches speak for themselves. He's a natural in-ring storyteller who can do so much with so little. 
6. Shinsuke Nakamura - From the moment he walked into NXT he owned WWE fans. He has something that the company hasn't seen in a while: instant marketable charisma. He had a great NXT run and has put on great matches with Bobby Roode and Samoa Joe.
7. Dean Ambrose - This may sound controversial but he shouldn't be in the top 10. I love the guy, but his feud with Miz was carried by the latter. He did good work with AJ, but once again I felt the feud was carried by the latter. He's been given a raw deal with WWE, but things are starting to look up since teaming with Seth.
8. Samoa Joe - Like Nakamura, since arriving to WWE, he's connected with fans but in the opposite way as a heel. He's a natural promoer and was a great NXT champion. Now I'm just waiting for that world title run
9. Bobby Roode - When he said NXT was his, I believed him. It's been a while since a champ elevated a whole brand under his reign, but I felt like Bobby Roode did that with NXT.
10. The Miz - This dude should be higher, but then again look at the people on this list. The Miz is at the top of his heel game at the moment. He was the valet/wife, the miztourage and can promo with the best of them. His current IC run is probably going down as one of the best in a while.

 
 
Now last week’s big mess of a verbal warfare is out of the way, the Ace of Empire is here preparing for the Empress of Elite, the big tradition now for all the women of EAW to compete to find out who the next holder of Empress of Elite will be and get a title shot for Road To Redemption for the title of their choice. Either take a gamble and go up against the supposedly unbeatable champion in Aria or true your colors as a workhorse of this company and attempt to become the Specialist Champion. Pick your poison when it comes to this tournament, even when you win you’ll be considered the underdog. Speaking of underdog have gone online and seen my odds of winning when it comes to betting. People are about to lose a crap ton of their life’s work when I win EOE. It’s not over-confidence here, it’s more like self-confidence. It’s the self-confidence when I tell you that I’m the best wrestler on Empire. It’s self-confidence when I say that I’m better than Empire’s so called best. Which my opponent for this week definitely isn’t, I’m stuck facing some piece of trash that’s pretty much on her way out this company and towards the unemployment line. I really mean it, honestly things won’t be looking good for Heidi by the end of this week. Everything will be upside down when you suffer your eventual loss to The Ace of Empire.
 
Personally, I want to say this but don’t be surprised by it but I’m going to bored by EoE if I’m given low rate opponents on my way to becoming the winner of Empress of Elite 2017. Opponents like Heidi aren’t going to spark up my interest anytime soon. I understand that Champs aren’t in this tourney but still, it’s boring with the lack of competition right now from my opponents. Like really? Revy, Heidi, Amy FUCKING JAYNE. Are these the people who we think can be The Empress Of Elite…. NOPE! The brand would collapse, the stocks for EAW would plummet, and in general, it would kill the Women’s Division again if someone like those three were to win the tournament. Now, do I care about winning EOE? Of course! If there’s something that benefits me then I’m taking a full on chance with it, a title shot for the winner.
 
What a way to leap your career to a new level, a big match at one of the big four FPVs of EAW.
 
But that’s for one of us and that one is certainly not you Heidi. No matter what you say or don’t say, you’ll be out in the first round because you got paired against me. Someone else would not have tried against you but in my case, I’m just not going to care about you in this match. You’re just nobody #4, a step above La Diva but will always be below the ones with greatness in them like yours truly right here. As much as I don’t agree with most people on this roster, they’ll probably agree when I say that you aren’t worth the time and effort that I’m wasting right now on you. Just for this single match where the odds of you winning are slim to none.


It’s simply like that; someone like The Ace of Empire doesn’t need to worry about someone like Heidi, who is destined for nothing but disappointment in life. That’s what your time in EAW will be like and as your Ace of Empire, I will show that to you, Heidi. The Kamigoye is usually reserved for killing gods but I guess I can settle with killing an annoying roach for this week. One knee strike, it’s going to take only one as I’m heading to the top of the mountain with not a single soul in my way of getting to there.


Heidi, if you decide to even say a word this week and I don’t care if you or don’t because either way I won’t I’m still beating you in that ring, I want you to remember the phrase that I always say…. You can simply
 

Assen! Na~yo!

 
It’s always such an honor when I can get the read from The Queen’s tone that she’s so much more concerned about me than she really is with anyone else in this match. She’s attempting to put me on full blast as she usually does, but in all complete honesty she’s coming across completely flat. Let’s just paint it like it is, Aria. Nothing about you reaching for success disgusts me, and you know that. The truth is we’re both always reaching for success in our careers and that’s why we’re constantly intersecting paths in the way we do. And the thing is I’ll never be content with anything either. And that’s the whole dilemma, isn’t it? You want to be the best. I want to be the best. And the other truth is you seem to have a problem with everything I’ve done since last November, so isn’t it a tad bit self-righteous for you to attack me for disagreeing with anything that you do? We hurt each other, it’s just what we do. But like I said before, you need me more than you’d care to admit. Because we make magic in that ring, and that changes everything. You and Maddie last month, it was ok. It was an ok match. But the game changer was Cailin Dillon showing up after and dropping you like a chump. That’s all anyone really cared about that. And that’s just because of that magic that we do create together. It’s like a drug for people. They want more. They absolutely crave more. And maybe in some way we both do, too.
 
In the same way you’re trying to look like a bad ass and come at me, let me check things back with you. Did I have to ask you to zap the fuck out of Sheridan at Shock Value? No, I didn’t. Did I have to ask your permission for the OGs to decide to surround themselves around me? I didn’t even ask for it so of course not. Was I supposed to ask your permission to be a part of Pain for Pride alongside you? You might actually say yes to that one, but no. And did I need to stop and ask you for one fucking second if running alongside Eclipse’s family was right for my life and career? No, so seriously go fuck yourself. You stand there and tell me I’m wrong about everything and it’s all just opinions you don’t have to believe. But you’re no different, honestly. In fact, you’re so much more judgmental about the things I do than I am about you. The best part about this week is you have proven my points for me in the way you are so dismissive of the clear moments I show you respect. You say I’m obsessed, but you’re so obsessed with discrediting me that you go out of your way to show that extra bit of Aria shade and shove it in my face.
 
You know what I’m getting at with the queen thing. You’re the one they called the queen. They called you the queen after you were Vixen’s Champion and lost it in, what, a month? That’s not on you and I do admit that. But it’s an annoying affair to see you trumpet it around as not a nickname but a whole persona. Because what I just heard from you makes it sound like I should have been called the queen far before you. Do you know what I did long before you ever won that title? Of course you do. I defined an entire fucking title for this new generation. I beat the Vixens Champion and watched her walk out of there with her belt still safe between her arms. I defeated your precious Heart Break Gal, the queen of extreme, and shut her fucking mouth when she claimed my title. And you know what I dealt with long before you even heard it once? Months of her telling me I didn’t matter and I’d never make it. Months of her pleading with me to quit before I got myself hurt by her and Hexa-gun. And even today when her or her friend Cameron come face-to-face with me, it’s the same shit. They were always threatened by what WE did. That whole time period wasn’t just about you. It was about US and so many others that were taking significant steps to change the course of this division forever. Are you so dismissive of what I did to help the women in this division? Have you decided now that because you don’t like me any longer that this is your division and yours alone? Because I still think it’s ours. You might hate me, but we’ll always be sisters and only death can change that. We will always have a certain degree of love for each other, even if it’s cornered in by a currently immeasurable level of hatred. But I don’t hate you like you think I do. I’m just annoyed. Its never once felt like you were just trying to beat me. More like you were trying to overshadow me. Maybe because in the end you want this to all be YOURS. I’m not nearly the snake you make me out to be. Just a long lost friend trying to go her own way but still serve this division in the best way possible. You don’t have to like it, and you never will until I’m doing things exactly like you say I should, a step behind you and in my place.
 
How many times this week, Aria, seriously. How many fucking times this week am I going to have to say this isn’t about hurting you physically? Seriously. I thought there was a clear layer of sarcasm and humor whenever I mentioned incapacitating you. What the fuck would I do if you couldn’t fight anymore? Punch around Madison every other week? No, that’s really quite a drab conclusion to my career. The girl who defeated Madison Kaline 1,000s of times in boring fights. You have to admit. We are so similar it’s sickening. But also so different in other ways that it brings on a totally new level of nauseous feeling. We both claim to be super competitive people who just love to fight and refuse to quit. But that is why you need me. If you truly are this great legendary protagonist, I’m the antagonist in a story they won’t stop telling for years and years to come. Every single time we’ve fought, we one up ourselves from the time before. We bring new levels of competitiveness to the ring that they didn’t know possible. In the end of our careers we will still be those same to girls smashing light tubes over an EAW legend at Fighting Spirit 2, but maybe we’ll also be legends in ourselves. I don’t know. I used to worry about those things more. I used to truly care just how much people talked you over me when I felt we were more equals. And all those times you spent trying to ensure me that it wasn’t your shared opinion were just wasted worries. Because who the fuck cares about what they say about us in the future when we have too much to be written right here in the present? Fighting me isn’t about proving that you’re worthy of your place. It’s about making your heart beat that extra pace faster because of the excitement of the chase that boils within both of us. We always want to win.
 
Naturally we talk shit like one team us better than the other, and I think it’s a huge waste of our time to really spend our time comparing teams. It’s 5 on 5 but everyone is truly fighting for themselves in the end. If one person goes down, someone else has to pick up the slack and take over. There’s no new, exciting concept here. I could go down the line and talk about your teammates’ lack of success of their issues in this match. I mean Savannah is just as troubling as Sophia, isn’t she? In just one message Alexis completely clouded over what most of your team has said. But I’m not focused on what everyone else is doing. It’s not truly about leading this team through the fire. Once we hit that ring, all four of your teammates will be doing their own thing, too. No matter how much they promise you they’re on the same page as you. You think I’m obsessed? I think Alexis takes the cake with wanting to be the one that personally puts you down and makes her own stamp on this division. I’m just telling you things will be different. We both want to win so much, but as much as you think I am obsessed with beating you and ending this streak, you have your own fascination with making sure I don’t win so you can continue to hold it above my head. Because really that’s all you have at this point, Aria. Everything else you say is just filler until you can reach your ultimate punchline and mention your streak. And you know, your teammates have picked up on it, too. With all the mistakes they make in their own words towards me, all the wrong things they decided to focus on, they’ve now figured out my team has no chance to beat your team because I’ve lost a few matches in a row to you. But how many times have you really pinned me in a row now? Twice? It’s not some great long streak like you make it seem. There’s been some disappointments, but you know disappointment well. It’s as much an unwanted friend to you as it is to me, so what are you really trying to hit at with me? What are you really trying to say? Maybe it got lost in the shuffle when you were so concerned with proving me wrong. But I’ve just proven all you’re doing is saying things that apply to both of us. All you have is your one little kicker line. And when I personally pin you in this match and cause you to leave it or, worse yet, lose it. That’s gone. And then I set my sights on the title. Not because of obsession, but because that’s the next step. I’m sure you dream long and hard of holding that title tight between your fingers for months and months to come. But the truth is the clock is ticking on that, and your time comes to an end sooner than you expected.
 
April don’t ever make another interview with Erica Ford again. This is professional advice. You don’t have to take it of course, but soon you won’t be the Specialist’s Champion and then you’ll literally have nothing to do but scream out at people in interviews “But I made that person tap that time.” You being the champion is nice and all, but your time in the spotlight is quickly fading because you are so fucking stale. You think you’re hilarious because you have this whole bit where you talk about people and why you want to fight them and then you get all lit up and threaten to rip someone’s head off or crush their wind pipe. This is the ridiculous equivalent to the promise to destroy someone. I don’t need to destroy someone like April Song. All I need to do is bring so much chaos to her life that she realizes even in all of her growth over these last several months, she really hasn’t grown that much at all. I respect that you present a challenge to so many with just your size and technical understanding of holds in the ring. But past that there really isn’t a lot to you. You’re like a single layer onion. Once you peel back that first layer you see that there’s nothing there. And no one will care about your opinions on “The Coven” and no one will pay attention to your counter arguments about you being boring. Empire will kill you if you treat it as a joke. That’s what I see you doing right now, and it’s pretty despicable. You can disagree, but as a former Specialist’s Champion to a current one, clean up your fucking act and bring some actual dignity to yourself. The only destruction you’re about to bring is to yourself. It’s going to be so fun to watch your career completely blow up in your own face.
 
But fuck, this is why I keep telling you to just get your shit together and beat her, Consuela. Because Empire deserves better than this idiot. So to your questions since I’m feeling generous. Officially I defeated Aria in February. If that’s how you’re saying she “beat” me at Pain for Pride, right? If you’re going to talk about us really fighting head to head, well, it hasn’t even happened that much where a real result could happen. I don’t really know what you’re trying to get at still. I don’t think me losing to the Women’s Champion is the same as losing to April. Because April is terrible in like 30 different ways. She just has your number, and maybe Aria has had mine on a few occasions. Don’t try to act like your desire and readiness to fight makes you different or unique. I’m proud that you, of all the other people on your time, have stood up to this challenge for Territorial Invasion and really put yourself on the line. You are putting yourself out there to help your team win while some people can’t even be bothered to really show up, and others still are barely putting in effort. You’re doing this for the right reasons. Live all you want for the team, but at the end of the day you will have to do it for yourself because your own teammate doesn’t care about the team. And it’s not that I don’t care about my team and I’m doing this all for myself. I care about all nine of the other women in this match more than you probably even understand. My expectation for them is to be able to handle themselves. I can’t hold their hands, don’t deny that. They have to fight for themselves. And when they fall, I will fight for them. That’s not a promise to do this for myself. That’s a promise to do that for them. Don’t get it so confused, baby girl. For someone that things they’ve got me so pegged, you’re quite a bit further off than you realized. When MY team wins this match, I’m going to make sure I did everything possible to make that result happen. All for the best of my team.
 
Madison. What the fuck are you talking about? Who am I using? Did you watch Pain for Pride when the Sanatorium abducted me after the match? Did you? Nah, you just need something hammer home some kind of false point. You call yourself a sister and a part of the family, but you roll Alexis under the bus in two seconds for the chance to somehow look tougher than her. You aren’t all that tough. And the 2017 version of Madison only started acting like she was the best thing since Amazon launched when she won the Divide and Conquer match at Pain for Pride. There was this fire lit under you where you became even worse than you ever were before. And I hear you’re trying to make people like you more or crowds like you more or something. But you’re way more full of shit than you ever were before and you’re way more of an egotistical bitch than ever before. The thing is you can’t back that shit up. If I met you in this year’s Empress of Elite finals I would beat you once again and make history. The third time’s the charm? No way. You can’t just wake up one day and claim the past never happened because you’re turning a new leaf and you’re going to pretend to be some sort of a star now. I’m quite pleased you’ve never liked me because the feeling has always been mutual. I remember one time you went out of your way to say I was only a champion because I hadn’t fought you. Fucking idiot, I challenged you right then and there and you said I wasn’t worth it. It’s 2017 and people talk about this division as Aria and Cailin. You can deny that all you want. But it’s not Team Madison. It’s Team Aria. And you aren’t the No. 2 top dawg facing her and leading the other team, either. I’m not fading away and I’m not falling back. So good luck watching me from behind while I continue to stand right here near the top, and you continue to slowly slide toward the bottom until you reinvent yourself for the eighth fucking time, only to fail once again. I have to laugh at your flip flop you irrelevant idiot. Last month you said I was jealous because attention was on you 24/7. Now you’re pissed at me and claim attention has to be on me 24/7. I don’t demand attention. I don’t ask for attention. The light that shines on me comes from what I do in the ring alone. And when you can figure out how to do that yourself, try coming back at me again.
 

Once again, I’m seeing a lot of really stupid shit happening this week and all it’s doing is making me anxious to get in the ring and get a couple of you the fuck out of this thing so a real match can begin. This should be a huge match with 10 of the top Empire talents squaring off, but its turned into some of you taking roads so low or directions so wrong that you’re embarrassing Empire all on your own. At least when this match comes to an end you can say you were a part of it.  This match is going to be so incredible, and I have faith my team will do what is needed to come out of Territorial Invasion with the victory. And I have just as high faith that some of you are going to seriously fucking up your own nights in this match. Sorry, not sorry. The right team is winning this match and that will be so delicious. Team Cailin has this bitch in the bag.

[size=15]Dia Del Diablo Promo #5[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens inside the grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton Dallas hotel.  The room is filled with members of local, National, and foreign press, all of whom are looking to score a quote at this private press conference for EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels. Cameras flash as Michaels takes his place at the podium.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I’d like to thank al of you for coming out on this fine afternoon. Before any questions I'd like to make a statement.”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels pulls out a pair of reading glasses out of the pocket of his Hugo Boss Dress shirt, adjusts the microphone, and clears his throat.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Fuck those four pissant, piss ons who think that they are gonna rob me of my chance at the National Elite Championship!  Fuck them, because they hold no respect for the man who is making their small and insignificant careers relevant, even if it's only till this Saturday night. Fuck them, because not a single one of them deserves that title shot more than I do!  Not Lucas, or Nova, or Boetius, or Prince, not a goddamn one of them can compare to me in any way, shape, or form both inside and outside the ring.  This Saturday night at the Dia Del Diablo Pay Per View, it will be a joy, to roast them all in a flaming tables match, like a hog on a spit. They talk about Texas style barbecue being good, well just wait till you see Michaels style, it's absolutely Perfect. [/size]

[size=15]Now with that Aside I want to make clear, that this Saturday night you will see me more motivated than ever. You will see me more determined, and more ruthless than I have ever been. I am done being pushed aside for lesser talents and flavors of the month. I am sick to my stomach with having to compete in preliminary that hold little to no value. I am a superstar. I'm the biggest thing this company has going for it, hell I’m bigger than EAW itself, and all of these curtain jerkers better start catching the drift that I'm the future of this industry. I'm the man whose gonna come to mind when you think Professional Wrestling, and there isn't a goddamn thing that anybody can do about it.  This Saturday, is the first step in cementing all that. This win will be the foundation on which the Mark Michaels era of EAW is built. Because from here, I'm going to Territorial Invasion, where I will win the National Elite championship, and save it from the mediocrity of the men who have possessed it over the past several months. I am that title’s savior, and it's rightful holder. Oh that's right, remember, I did not lose the last time I challenged for that championship. I was never granted a rematch, hell, I was never even given a straight number one contender’s match. No, for the better part of two goddamn years, I've been faced with having to be thrown into these human demolition derbies. The ones that shave years from your career, if you're lucky enough to be able to wrestle after. [/size]

[size=15]Hell’s Warpath, the Ring of Fire, now this flaming tables match. It seems like management is trying to see how they can push me before I break. Well I got news for them, I'm the ironman of EAW, and you can send out chumps like the ones I'm facing Saturday by the boatloads, and I'll still be here the next week kicking ass like it's nobody's business. There's no breaking Mark Michaels. Trust me, plenty have tried, and each and time I was still standing ready to go one more round. I'm the man who is undeterred by each and every attempt by all these Michaels envy suffering haters who try to bring me down to their level. I raise above them every single day just by being everything I have always claimed I am. And it drives all of them crazy because they know that they’ll never best me, because there is absolutely no such thing as being better than Perfect. [/size]

[size=15]Saturday night, at our first Pay Per View of the year, I will set the tone not just for the night, but for every major event to follow, here in season eleven of EAW.  [/size]


[size=15]Now  I'll take a few questions.”[/size]


[size=15](The reports all become frenzied, in trying to get Michaels attention.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Umm, let's start with you in the tacky tie.”[/size]


[size=15]Reporter #1:  “Mister Michaels, the Vegas betting odds are placing you as the favorite to win,  ow the odds are still shifting but you are still considered the man with the best odds. Given your track record with multiman matches, typically with some stipulation added, and how you've come up short on practically all of them, what is your best guess why the odds makers are taking you over your competitors?”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Well I believe it boils down to a few factors. First I have the experience, I have the stamina to last, and I have more talent In my little pinky that all four of my opponents combined. I possess a perfect combination of speed, strength, and technical acumen that makes me able to adapt to anything that's thrown my way. But more than that, I think it's because I want it more than anybody else. The bookies have seen that with my win over POP and Nova, my place in the ring of fire, and my most recent victory over Kaise Boetius.  They see my determination, they see I have the momentum. You know Nova is spreading himself thin with NEO, Boetius doesn't have the refinement needed, POP is over the hill, and Lucas is on a major losing streak. When you look at it objectively, I'm the absolute best candidate to go on to face the National Elite Champ, whoever it might be after Saturday.[/size]



[size=15]Umm let's try you, older, balder, whiter Lucas Johnson.”[/size]



[size=15]Reporter #2: “Recently you and Johnny Nova have been trading shots in a war of words, have you had a chance to hear his latest comments?  And if so do you have any response?”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels:  “I have and I do. It's sad when jealous Johnny rears his ugly head. I mean he first he sucker punches me in the ring of fire battle royal, then because even though he took out the best competitor in that match, and still couldn't get the job done, he feels he need to belittle my talent and skill.  He's convinced himself that every word I've said over the last week, is nothing but empty threats. This Saturday he’ll find out that every single word was a goddamn promise that I followed thru on.  He knows that I have it out for him, so he's trying to drag my name thru the mud.  Like when he said that I'm not the MVP of this company, What would he know about whats valuable in that ring. This little bastard lucks out and wins one match in the span of six weeks, and all of a sudden he gets a big head.  Meanwhile I've added another hall of famer to the list of men I've bested, the same one who beat the hell out of Johnny last week.  I've proven that I wasn't a weak link when I teamed with Kaise Boetius, when I beat Kaise’s ass up and down The Rocky Mountains.  And at Dia Del Diablo I'm going to finally get a shot at the National Elite Championship.  So Now that I'm about to  wash the muck of men like Nova off me, and take start to take on opponents more worthy of my time, Johnny has to puff out his chest and make a ton of ridiculous and redundant claims.  Let me make one thing clear, every word Johnny uses to try and put me down, I'm gonna make him swallow.  When I get done with him, it'll be a miracle if the miracle child can even walk. Trust me, he does not want to see how aggressive and violent I can get. Glass Gauntlet, Hell’s Warpath, and every other train wreck contained within a squared circle, all of it will seem like nothing compared to what I'm gonna do this Saturday. I'm gonna beat Johnny like there's no tomorrow. His neon colored ass is gonna turn a darker shade of black and blue, and crimson from all I'm gonna dish out. [/size]

[size=15]Johnny is gonna run back to whatever dumpster he crawled out of, because after this Saturday, he'll never want to run he risk of crossing Mark Michaels again. [/size]


[size=15]On to you with the cheep shoes.”[/size]



[size=15]Reporter #3: “Over the past month you've also had your share of encounters with Prince Of Phenomenal. What has it been like to be in the ring against an EAW legend?”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Wholly and totally disappointing. That kinda sums up POPs big return thus far. When I first heard we would be in the same brand, I relished the opportunity to prove myself against one of the biggest legends in the company, but after doing so, I see past all the hype and mythos, and see him for the whining little bitch he is.  He's comparing himself to fine wine, I say he's more like a bucket of piss.  He says his best is still to come?  I'd like to know what the fuck he's been smoking.  If he's been holding back, than I'm a goddamn frog. Trust me POP, you're fooling nobody. We all see thru the mopey little messages, and the cry for attention talk about being ready to snap at any moment. We see you as a man who realizes that he can no longer hang with even the curtain jerkers. You can keep up with how this sport has evolved and changed, and how it no longer views you as a top shelf talent.  Face it, you're no longer the can't miss prospect, you're a stuck in the past jackass, who can't face up to the fact that he's not even half the man he used to be. [/size]

[size=15]I know it's hard, but the time has come for you to accept the fact that your time has passed POP. But you need to look in the mirror and tell yourself that it is now Mark Michaels’ time to lead the charge. It is now Mark Michaels who'll be carrying the torch for the next generation, and leading the this company, and this industry to a new age of prosperity and glory the likes of which shall never be seen again. But look on the bright side. It's off of your legend, that my own will built on top of, it's from your defeat that I'll be launched into a whole new stratosphere in this great sport. [/size]


[size=15]You with the glasses that are way too small for your face.”[/size]




[size=15]Reporter #4: “A new comer here in EAW is Kaise Boetius. It's obvious he has some talent, because this is the third number one contender’s match he’ll be competing in. What are your thoughts about Kaise, and the challenges he presents.”[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Let me correct you on something.  Kaise is no challenge to me.  He is just a guy who managed to ride my coattails in a tag match, and managed not to trip over his own feet while doing so.  Besides that, he hasn't done much to impress me. Just last week he threw everything he had at me, and I beat him one, two, three in the middle of the ring. How's that for proof of elevating myself above dickheads like you Kaise.  You talk about clearing thru bullshit, that is exactly what I'll be doing in that flaming tables match. I'll be flushing you and everyone else whose dumb enough to test me in that ring, right down the commode where you belong. [/size]

[size=15]I command respect not just because of how long I've been working, that's POP you're thinking of.  No, I command respect because every single time I step thru that curtain, there is not a man alive who brings everything I do to the table. I command respect because I am the single greatest professional athlete to ever have ever stepped between the ropes. Kaise, you keep waiting for me to stumble, to miss the big catch that wins the game so to speak. It ain't happening, not anytime soon, and not against you or any of the four stooges who'll be in the ring this Saturday night. I demand respect in that ring, and if you don't respect me now, maybe after you've been served up to all my Friends, Followers, and Subscribers blackened over broken wood. Kaise, you don't really appreciate, or understand the position you're in. You are about to jump into the water with a great white shark that smells blood!  This Saturday I'm gonna chew you up, and spit you out. I'm gonna kick your ass so hard, You'll be headed right back to suing people for nickels because you tripped over your own shoe lace. I'm about as desperate as you can get, and I will not hesitate to end your venture into professional wrestling before it's even begun. [/size]


[size=15]And last one, you with the nice rack.”[/size]



[size=15]Reporter #5: “You’ll be reigniting your feud with former New Breed Champion, Lucas Johnson. There has certainly been no love lost between the two of you, what can we expect this Saturday between the two of you?”[/size]




[size=15]Michaels: “Well for starters, Lucas has been a giant pain in the ass to deal with. For the past six months I've been having to deal with that loudmouth bastard, and I'm sure he's just about as fed up with me. So when you put both of us in a match where the objective is to send your opponent crashing into fire, well then you better believe that one of us isn't walking out. [/size]

[size=15]He asked what's different about this time we meet. Well for one he can't win without beating me, and he can't hide in the back till the end of the match. The big difference is that it's me and him from the get go, no running, no hiding, no bullshit. This time Lucas, you're not gonna find an angle to get around me. You're not gonna pull some little trick like you did when you threw Anthony Leonhart into our match just so that you could have someone you could pin.  You're not gonna have the advantage of coming out fresh after I've battled thru every other opponent.  This time you have to do the one thing you could never do, beat me yourself.   [/size]

[size=15]The proof is in the pudding Luke?  Well when I force you to choke on the fact that I've always been better than your overrated ass, we’ll see how much you like it then.  [/size]

[size=15]Let me ask something Lucas, how does it feel to know that the days of you living in this lie that you're better than me are coming to an end?  How does it feel to know that nobody is buying anything you're saying. Hell I’m sure you can't even fool yourself into believing any of the dribble that comes out of your fat fucking head.  The world sees thru you, just like I always have. I've always called you out about being an overrated chump who bought waaaay too much into his own hype.  I've felt that ‘pain’ you bring Lucas, and now it's your turn to feel it. To watch as everyone starts to shower me with praise, while you get stuck in the opening match for the next month. Now is the time when you get to have everything you've ever done in that ring questioned, and every achievement made a zero sum. Now you get to spend time grinding away every day wondering when the management will come to their senses and get you back into the title hunt. Lucas, this is my time to shine, and I promise you that there is not a goddamn thing you can do about it. [/size]


[size=15]In fact there is not a thing any of you overhyped, underdeveloped dicks can do. Because I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero who'll be entering the American Airlines Center to uproarious applause, and exit the number one contender to the National Elite title. You are all about to see just what makes me the brightest burning star this company will ever see, you are all about to see firsthand that in that ring not a one of you could ever hope to compare.  You are looking at the man who'll walk thru hell and back at Dia Del Diablo to get the win. That's how far I'm willing to go, if it takes my last breath I'll be the one to have my hand raised then so be it. This Saturday I'll be tested by flames, and come out of it the finest gold. So all of you go on ahead and Picture THAT![/size]


[size=15]No more questions.”[/size]



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[size=15]Dia Del Diablo Promo #4[/size]


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[size=15]“You know it just never ceases to amaze me. the fact that any damn fool can yammer on and on about himself till he’s blue in the face. Especially when their either over the hill, or tripping over their own feet. Whenever I hear a simpleton run his mouth from sun up to sun down, the only thing I can do is shake my head, laugh it off, and then beat the living shit out of them for disrespecting my natural perfection. [/size]

[size=15]That's what I do, I put people in their proper place, from every comment on social media, to every word I speak on a microphone, to every beat down I dish out every single week on Showdown, I let people know where they belong in this world.  Now some (such as myself) are above others because they possess greater amounts of talent than others. And the rest (such as the four stooges I’m facing Saturday night) serve only to either bow down and recognize our greatness, or drift along blissfully unaware of how truly insignificant they are, all the while puffing out their chest and taking up how they're hot shit. It seems that their isn't a week that goes by where this isn't the case, some halfwit runs his mouth, and I have to smack him around for a while till he comes back to reality.  Wash, rinse, repeat. [/size]


[size=15]Oh sure some of these jackasses get an extra moment or two where they can keep their heads in the clouds, but in the end, the guy with the superior skills in that ring, always comes out on top. So make no mistake about it, when the bell rings this Saturday night, and smoke clears, the dust settles, and every other turn of phrase is said, I'm the one will be standing tall. [/size]


[size=15]Yes I will POP,  see while you don't think of me as a threat, I've battled men who you wish you could be, took their best shots, and threw a few right back at them. I’ve been here for two years tearing thru chumps like you who thought that just because they were hot shit five years, that it somehow means they're not broken down and washed up. You talk about people walking on egg shells whenever they're around you in the locker room, well step right up to your face and knock your goddamn lights out!  I don't respect you, and I sure as hell don't fear you, because when you've been thru Hell’s Warpath, and stared Hades straight in the eye as he makes his way to the ring. When you've taken on hall of famers like Y2Impact and Mr.DeDeDe in a glass Gauntlet match, when you've been went thru hell and back to earn a bit of respect from the people who matter in this company, no past his prime prick is anything close to threatening. See I don't really care if you snap or not, I don't really care about anything you do at save for when you talk shit about me, and I need to remind you about whose the top dog in this company nowadays.  After I beat you (again, because Tag Matches DO count) you'll have no choice but to get in line, and join all the other haters who are gonna have to kiss my ass when I stamp my name for that National Elite Championship match.  [/size]

[size=15]You talk about leaving in a better position than you entered with. There is zero chance of that happening at Dia Del Diablo. When we face off, I'm gonna prove that I'm not like any of these flash in the pan fucks. I'm the ironman of EAW because I've been grinding and scratching and clawing my way to get this chance. And there is no way that some old nostalgia act who doesn't even know that A.) he's wrestling for a title shot and B.) doesn't even know the name of the fucking belt he's chasing after, is gonna fuck it up for me. This Saturday I Guarantee that you’ll exit not with a bang but with a whimper. When I drop your ass thru that table, I'll show you that I'm the biggest thing in this company here and now, Maybe then you'll get it thru your thick head that There's nothing, and no one better than me because there's no such thing as being better than Perfect!  You will find this out be hard way, when I send your legacy and your body up in smoke. [/size]



[size=15]And Kaise, what the fuck are you smoking/snorting/freebasing that makes you think you're even half a step ahead of me. So let me get this straight, you intentionally lost matches, because if somehow me, or Nobi, or Nova lose another it means you won?  I think you need to get your head checked their buddy, maybe all hits to the head I gave you last week got to you. That's to be expected when you just suddenly change from being a stiff in a suit who never fought a day in his life, to trading bombs in the middle of the ring with someone who wouldn't give two shits whether or not you get so concussed that you can't even stand straight. You're calling this a war, well the best one to compare it to is Grenada, cause I'm ending this sooner than it started. You want to see my dreams crushed, and everything I've spent my life in devotion to burn right down to the ground?  Get in line, cause there's a whole locker room of Michaels envy suffering shits like you who want the exact same thing. And just like every single one of them, I'm gonna beat your ass time and again until I get bored, and do the same to the next in line. [/size]

[size=15]So do yourself a favor Kaise, when I'm done beating you from pillar to post, and I go on to have an incredible run as the National Elite Champion, don't go around bitching a moaning that I didn't give you fair warning, or that you just took me too lightly. Because I've already beaten you once, and I'll be more than happy to beat you again and again. You step on up, I send you right back down. You try to test me, and you’ll get knocked right down on your ass.  You are dealing with a top tier, once in a life time talent, the Jordan, the Babe Ruth, the Joe Montana of pro wrestling.  And you should be thankful for having the opportunity to share time in the ring with me.  You keep asking if this is my time to break out, you're goddamn right it is!  Not only am I going to shatter that glass ceiling you keep mentioning to smithereens, I am going take down every last one of bastards who have been ducking me, and rise above all of them, till I'm the only one standing at the top of the EAW mountain. You said it yourself, I'm the favorite to win this match, maybe you should think about just why that is. [/size]


[size=15]And Johnny Nova, just because you went down to the Minor leagues, and finally won a match, doesn't mean jack shit when you stand against the league MVP. Beating a few dipshits by sheer luck, doesn't impress me. Call me when you've faced someone with someone who has some modicum of talent. Till then keep your your fucking mouth shut, before I decide to hurt you worst than I already am at Dia Del Diablo.  Because what's worst, being a ‘momma’s boy’, or getting your ass handed to you by one?  Sunday Morning you're gonna know with out a doubt that Mark Michaels is the genuine article of in ring perfection. He's no fraud, he's the real deal, when it comes to sending good for nothing bastards like you back to the Ghetto via a first class seat in the end of my boot.  I'm gonna knock you so hard upside the head, that mongoloid looking beard will go flying into the fifth row. [/size]

[size=15]So keep telling yourself that you're “machismo” will keep you from getting beat down like there's no tomorrow. Johnny, not a damn thing is gonna keep me from outright embarrassing you from the second that bell rings, till the moment arrange a meeting between you and the flame coming off the table!  Nova, when you get carted off in a stretcher, maybe you'll understand why you should have never screwed with Mark Michaels. Or at the very least, you'll learn not to sucker punch a man who can and will end your career in split second. [/size]


[size=15]And that just leaves Lucas coming in last (kinda like every foot race your fat ass has ever been in).  You know for some reason I can never figure out can have managed to have your head rammed so far up your ass that you think that deserve a goddamn thing just for showing up.  I mean you keep getting all your facts twisted, saying one F-5 had me down for the count. Last I checked I'm still here and ready to beat you up and down the I-35. Or how you single handedly eliminated me from the Hell Warpath to win the New Breed title. Las I checked it took a chokeslam, a chokebomb, a shot to the nuts with a cane, a dozen body blows with brass knuckles, a kimura, and an F-5 to put me down in that one. Oh and you had the advantage of not having to even bother with half the match because you were the last guy to walk out thru the curtain. This time, thing are different, for one, you'll have to look me in the eye from bell to bell. There won't be any last minute entrances, or blindside attacks after I've  dispatched with one of the pathetic peons who couldn't hope to touch me in that ring.  And that includes yourself Lucas, because whether you can admit it or not we both know that I've already far surpassed you. I've always been the better between the two of us, and I've always called you out on all the bullshit you constantly spout off.  Bring your best shot Lucas, throw everything you got at me, because I don't want to hear your moaning when I send you to the back with yet another scratch in your loss Column.  This time Lucas there is no getting around me. You are gonna have to beat me, and to do that you’re gonna have to stand in front and face me.  And to do that you are gonna have to find enough manhood about you, to take on the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots!  You talk about waking us to reality, Sunday morning I'll be waking up to being the number one contender to the National Elite Championship. And you'll be waking up to that one little fact that you've been in denial about for the last six months, Mark Michaels just better than you are, have been, or ever will be. [/size]



[size=15]So come on down because you are about to dance with the Devil in Dallas. You're all about to see the rise of the brightest burning star that this company has ever been graced with. You are all about to witness the rise of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero who’ll not stop till he walks out holding gold up over his head.  At Dia Del Diablo, I will be bringing the heat in this flaming tables match. I will come out like a house of fire from the moment I step thru that curtain. This Saturday night all four of you get to figure out that when you play with Mark Michaels, you're gonna get burned. So go ahead and Picture THAT![/size]


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[The camera fades into an unattended podium with Dia Del Diablo posters hanging from the wall behind it. Reporters sit in chairs in front of the stage waiting as an attendant slowly walks out from behind the curtain and begins to speak.]

Attendant: Thank you for joining us today; with Dia Del Diablo a few days away we’ve decided that it would be in EAW’s best interest to allow you people the time to speak with the man that will be competing in the main event for the EAW World Championship. He’s a few moments away, still throwing the last few pieces together. We as a company thank you for your patiences and this thing will be underway shortly.

[A few whispers and murmurs can be heard until “I Hope You Suffer” blasts through the speakers as Theron Nikolas makes his way through the curtain at the side of the stage sporting a black jacket, pants and a brand new “No Love” shirt underneath. He clears his throats as he approaches the podium.]

Theron: I guess we should get this started; who's first?

[Theron’s eyes shoot across the room as a young male reporter rises to his feet.]

Reporter #1: This is without question the biggest match of your career; you're essentially walking into this match at Dia Del Diablo against Tiberius Jones undefeated, seeing that you haven't been pinned or submitted. How are you feeling heading into the event.

[The hint of a smirk crosses the face of Theron before he answers.]

Theron: I'm not going to stand here and say that I have all of the pieces to this puzzle figured out. I said this to Tiberius last night; I have no idea on what I'm going to have to do to walk out of this match with that EAW World Championship, but I’m not going to stop until I do so. As for how I'm feeling; I’m feeling great - greater than I ever have throughout my time in this company. The benefit of being in a match against Tiberius is that I've had the chance to work up close and personal with the man. I've watched the man’s movements; I've watched how the man plans for battle. Obviously some of those things are going to change and I have no doubts that they already have, but I'm not walking into this battle blind.

[The first reporter takes a seat and another immediately shoots up to theirs.]

Reporter #2: This is your first singles match at a Free Per View event here in Elite Answers Wrestling. I don't remember the last time that someone in your position had the chance for their first to be for a World Championship.

Theron: Indeed.

Reporter #2: There has to be plenty of pressure resting on your shoulders.

Theron: Without a doubt. I have the world lying at my feet, but I need to be the person to reach out and take it. But, with that being said, every situation like this has an immense amount of pressure that comes with it. This is all about the EAW World Championship; this is what every person on this brand dreams about becoming. This chances come few and far between, so when it comes you need to make sure that you take full advantage of the situation while it presents itself. In the same regard, he may not admit it, but I have no doubts that Tiberius is feeling that same pressure. This is his first title defense, and it’s against a man that stood by his side for months. Could you imagine if I were the man to take this all away from him? He's the man that supposably taught me everything that I know - there's certainly no way that Theron Nikolas could be the man that tears away the one thing that he had been working towards for months before he even had the chance to get used to the feeling of being World Champion.

Reporter #3: Deciding to announce your cash in rather than doing it while the champion was at his most vulnerable was a bold decision; one that I don't believe too many would have made when in your position. I have two questions when it comes to this one; did the idea of taking out Tiberius while you had the chance ever cross your mind, and what's going to happen if you come up short?

Theron: Truthfully… No, I never once thought about the idea of stabbing that knife in the back of Tiberius. He brought up the idea of this decision being what burned the bridge between us, but it's not even close. Tiberius showed me a whole lot of respect when I first arrived on Showdown; he took me under his wing when nobody else was willing to turn an eye my way. I was just coming off falling short in my debut at Reasonable Doubt and he helped me get back to my feet. But, in the same regard, he didn't help me stand. Everything that I managed to do throughout the last five months came from my own hand. I meant it wholeheartedly when I said that I would still be in this same position whether I had been apart of the King’s Guard or not. I beat people who were looked upon as those who will carry this company into the future and those whose career had been celebrated as Hall of Fame worthy by my own hand; no one else's. But, what comes next if I were to fall short? Who knows? It's certainly something that I've thought about, but it's a bridge I'll cross if that day comes. It’s one of those things I've had to think about as the weeks have gone by; what if I didn't beat the names of the past? What if I couldn't walk into Pain for Pride, outlast the other thirty three names gunning for that contract and find myself forced to swallow that foul taste of defeat. I've managed to run through those challenges, and I have no plans to make Dia Del Diablo the time where I don't.

[The reporter takes his seat as Theron looks around the room as a female reporter rises to her feet.]

Reporter #4: What about the claims of Tiberius looking at the King’s Guard as nothing more than bodies used at his disposal. Your opponent on Saturday addressed those claims by comparing it to other units. If there were an injury to a player of a team, there's no possible way that they would finish their year with one player down--

Theron: Look, I've thought about it. I understand completely when it comes to where Tiberius is coming from. But, look at the names that he aligned with himself; other than myself, what strength did we really have? I was strapped with The Burned Man and was forced to carry the man constantly. The moment that he was forced to stand on his own two feet - what happened? He was slaughtered by Darkane in a matter of seconds, twice. He was brutalised by Cody Marshall; a man that had barely won a match after losing the New Breed Championship to Lucas Johnson. Lars Grier? What a superstar that guy has turned out to be? A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Tiberius and I could have tried our hardest to push it forward, but those anchors in the form of those two men were always going to weigh us down. So, why not trim the fat? If Tiberius was so concerned with his King’s Guard being everything that it could have been; why not break those weaker links and replace it with something different? Like I’ve said: in the eyes of Tiberius, our worth wasn't our competitive nature, but instead, it was his beating that we were intended to take while he soaked in the benefits that came with it. On paper, sure, replacing empty spaces isn't a bad thing, but when those people replacing those said pieces don't come near what they were - what does that tell you about it? It didn't come down to strength. We were replaceable. There was always going to be another name to take ours if we were unfortunate to fall, so why would I continue to walk down a road that always lead to a dead end? The answer is simple. It would have been stupid for me to do so. Tiberius knows it, and I'm positive that he would have done the exact same thing as I did; perhaps not in the same manner by giving the Champion time to prepare, but I have no doubts that he wouldn't have settled for the commands of a “King” whose mind was on himself alone rather than on the people that he so called ruled. But, for now, that's where the questions will end. Time is running thin and I have a championship match to prepare for. Thanks.

[Theron adjusts his tie before leaving the stage before the camera fades to black.]

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[size=15](The scene opens backstage at the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado.  It's here that we find EAW’s self proclaimed Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, sitting down on a large, leather love seat as he unzips his gear bag. Michaels begins to sort out his gear as his agent, Johnny J, takes a knee next to Michaels side of the couch.)[/size]


[size=15]Johnny: “Mark, have you had a chance to hear Kaise Boetius’ last message?  Sounds like you may have crossed a line with this guy, and that could make him dangerous, not just tonight, but at Dia Del Diablo. I mean who knows what this guy might try to do to you?  If you get injured just think of all the television time, and visibility, and MONEY you'll miss out on.”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “I heard every word of it John, and I'm not sweating him. He wants to end my career?  Better men have tried and failed. See it won't matter if he's gonna keep his cool in that ring, or if he's gonna take a fit and start raging at me the moment I step thru the curtain, because at the end of the day he can't hang with me in that goddamn ring. Wether he tries to work me at a methodical pace, or starts off with huge flurries, the bottom line is that whatever he throws at me I'll still end up getting my hand raised and heading into Three D with a W in the column.”[/size]



[size=15]Johnny: “But how can you say that?  I mean this kid has shown some impressive skills in the short time he's been here.”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Yeah, but so did Trent Yoder, Jaden Zaxaira, and the Riddler, and I personally sent all of them into early retirement. See John, when I say I am perfection in the ring, I damn well mean it. From forming a strategy to adapting on the fly to take down my opponents, to having the skills needed to pull it all off, I am not lacking in any single area. So when Kaise tries to out wrestle me, he's gonna find it out it would have been easier to punch out God. And if he comes at me like a madman, with every ounce of furry and anger that's bubbling inside him, then I'll be more than happy to out step, out smart, and in every imaginable way out preform that overhyped, underdeveloped son of a bitch from bell to bell. Because Its not a fear of fire that's gonna beat his ass up and down the Rocky Mountains tonight, it's the only man in this company who is worthy of being called Perfect. [/size]

[size=15]Because I am the man who has worked his ass off to possess the best combination of speed, strength, and technique humanly possible. I am the man whose skill set is unparalleled in this, or any other wrestling company period. So again, whatever that bastard Boetius tries, I'll be more than ready to adapt to it, and leave Kaise Staring up at the lights in daze. [/size]

[size=15]Kaise says in gonna burn out, well if that's the case then I'm taking him, and everyone else in that flaming tables match with me. Because I have not worked as hard as I have, for as long as I have, to be stuck having to scrape off guys like Kaise off the bottom of my shoes like cockroaches night in and night out. I have not amassed an army of followers across all of social media, just so I can be stuck jerking the curtain with the bottom of the barrel. No, I am a world class athlete, I am Championship caliber performer, and I will be damned if I don't get my hands on that National Elite Championship this season. Kaise thinks Dia Del Diablo is where he's gonna rise above the Newbs and the flunkies who don't have the talent to take them to that next level?  I myself don't feel like waiting that long, because starting tonight, the rise of Mark Michaels is out to elevate himself here, and prove that he is the guy that puts the Elite in Elite Answers Wrestling!  I am the top of the heap, the cream of the crop, and it is about goddamn time I have gotten my due. [/size]

[size=15]I am the man who has tangled with the best this company has produced. Guys like Impact, and HBG, Hades, DeDeDe, Crash, Scott Oasis, I've given them ass kickings they will never forget, and my reward for such is getting tossed out in a preliminary bout against the likes Boetius, and Nova, and POP. Well no more. Mark my words that come Dia Del Diablo, the hottest thing on that show will be me when I get my hand raised high, and set out on my journey to rescue the National Elite Championship. [/size]


[size=15]And as for tonight. Once I'm done beating Kaise Bostius from pillar to post, and sending him sailing a mile high via a first class flight on the end of my boot, fire will no longer be his greatest fear, I will.  [/size]

[size=15]Get ready Kaise, because when you step in the ring with the brightest burning star that this company will ever see, your ass is sure to get burned. Tonight, you get to see that I'm not cocky, because I can back up every single word I say. Tonight you get the best, from the best. You get the man whose captivating performances in the squared circle have earned him an extraordinary number of Friends, followers, and Subscribers, who have in turned made him the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero who will conquer each and every one of the jackasses who stand between him and his destiny. Tonight you will see just why I am hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots. Kaise, tonight you are gonna be left laid out and embarrassed before a crowd filled with my followers. But look at the bright side, at least the pictures of me standing over your unconscious ass will get tons of like. So why don't you just go on ahead and Picture THAT!”[/size]



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[size=15](The scene opens on the above image as an instrumental version of “Despacito” by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee starts up.)[/size]





[size=15]Announcer (off screen): Its the shout-out show, and now here is your host, MMMMAAARRRRKKK MMMMIIIIICCCCHHHAAAAEEEELLLLSSSS!”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels steps into the frame from the right side, dressed dashingly in his two tone off white ‘Iseo’ dress shirt by Hugo Boss, his gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses, and his million dollar grin painted on his face.)[/size]




[size=15]Michaels: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the hottest, most must see talk show across all of social media, welcome to The Shout-Out show!  Now we are happy to be back for another amazing season, and we know all of you out there just can't wait to hear all the biggest news in EAW, so why waste time, let's get right to it![/size]



[size=15]Last week, yours truly added another name to the list of those who I have sent right back to the retirement home. Last Saturday, I gained a win over a hall of famer, and former National Elite Champion, when I defeated the Prince Of Phenomenal.  And gave a proper start to a new era of Showdown, the Mark Michaels era.”[/size]


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[size=15]Michaels: “Yes, but unfortunately there seems to be about as many head in the sand, fingers in their ears, Michaels envy suffering sons of bitchs in the locker room as there were in Dynasty. While that might piss off most, the good news is that I'm gonna get the opportunity to kick the ever loving shit out of a bunch of them this Saturday night, when in the main event of Showdown, I win the Ring of Fire six man battle royal!  Now I know a few of you out there are say ‘but Mark, how can you predict yourself to win it all this week, and then go on and beat the hell out of Stark for the National Elite Championship at Dia Del Diablo?’  Well the answer is simple. I'm the most qualified to do so. I'm the most qualified to do so because  I'm the man who has been tearing it up with Hall of Famers since the moment I walked thru the door. I'm the man who had Tig Kelly beat and was three seconds away from winning that National Elite title. I’m the man who has been thru multi-man ladder matches, Glass Gauntlet matches, Hell’s Warpath matches, and walked away without a scratch against my Perfect Face!  I've proven that I can outlast anyone in that dressing room, I've shown that I can go move for move with the absolute best, and I have more than demonstrated that no matter what gets thrown at me I keep coming back till I get exactly what I want!  And with the exception of the man who was my tag partner last week, I'm the only one here entering the match with a win. [/size]


[size=15]That's why Johnny Nova I won't stand for some curtain jerker jackass talking shit about me. You want to know why I'm calling you out, because I'll be damned if I'll allow you to think you got some mic drop moment over on me. I can out do anybody on that microphone, And what's more, I can back up every single thing I say. So don't think for a second that I am at all worried about you Johnny. I've seen a hundred guys who said the exact same things you've been saying, the. They stepped in the ring with me, and realized they couldn't hack it against the very best in the big leagues. I've been kicking the shit out of guys like you since I waked thru the door. From Jaden Zaxaria, to Trent Yoder, to the riddler and Gambit. Johnny guys like you are a Dime a dozen and all of you couldn't touch me in that ring.  I know your probably watching this, just like the rest of the guys oh the looker room who are ghost followers, and I want you to know that this Saturday night I won't be looking down at my IPhone, I'll be looking down at you when your ass hits the flames once you get tossed out over the top.  You say I look down on everyone like a king, well your damn right ok that one, I look down at all you peasant wannabes, all you good for nothing peons who couldn't in their wildest dreams compare to me!  I look down on all of you, because all of you look at me with eyes that just scream how jealous all of you are. Your jealous of the army I've amassed on social media while you have maybe three people cheering you on more out of pity than anything else. Your jealous because I'm treated like a star everywhere I go, getting the best of the best in travel, hotel, food, and women no matter where I am. Meanwhile you guys are slumming it in the econolodge, scrapping together change for a six pack of cheep shit to drown your sorrows with.  [/size]

[size=15]Johnny this Saturday night, I'll tell you right now it's gonna be ugly. How ugly? Well about as ugly as your formaldehyde face having mother. It's gonna be as rough as it get around here, and at the end of it all I promise that the only thing you're gonna get for all your troubles, is becoming the obscure answer in a round of trivia. Meanwhile I'll be punching my Ticket right to Dia Del Diablo, where I burn the house down when I walk out for my National Elite Title Match.  [/size]



[size=15]And of course wherever that machole Nova goes, POP can't be too far behind trying to ride his coattails. You're gonna make some bad things happen?  I'm calling bullshit. If you could have done something, you would have done it by now. You would have gotten up off your ass and made a statement last week when you had the chance. Instead you only proved just how hard you've fallen off. You can't keep up with rookies like Nova and Boetius, what are you gonna do against the absolute best this company has to offer. Trust me, beating your ass wasn't a highlight,  lord knows I've beaten better men than you. I've been in the ring with guys Like Hades, Zack Crash, Y2Impact, and Mister DeDeDe. All hall of famers who I took to the limit. I sent another in Scott Oasis running, because he knew I would have embarrassed him before a worldwide television audience. Hell even guys like Lucian Black, Chris Elite, Nico Borg, all of them never wanted to have to face off against me again, because the ass whipping I gave them was enough to last a lifetime!  Dealing with you wasn't the biggest moment of my career, it was just another example of how even the guys who are legends of this company, aren't better than Perfect!  [/size]

[size=15]And you're damn right, I'm UNFORGETTABLE!  My name, my legacy will be talked about for generations. I will stand out and above even the most legendary of names in this sport. I am the must watch competitor, I am the face of the industry. Jordan, Lebron, Gretzky, Babe Ruth, the greatest of their sports, but all their greatness combined pales in comparison to how I am dominating the world of professional wrestling!  Don’t believe me?  Just try me in that ring, and you'll get bitch slapped right back to irrelevant faster than a hummingbird’s heartbeat.  You are about to get torched in that ring, courtesy of EAW’s brightest burning star. [/size]



[size=15]Say Lucas, how is it down in the minor leagues?  I know your busy trying to convince the newbies in the NEO locker room that your a big star, but I don't want you to think that impressing  a few chumps who just walked in the door will get you anywhere against me. Hell you should already know that much. You should be well aware that I don't give two shits about how much you yell and scream, or how you bit my fashion sense, along with every scrap of food at catering. Simple fact of the matter is that We've done this this a few times already, and just like always I'm not impressed by your mouth somehow managing to be bigger than your fat ass!  I don't give a damn about how you always managed Buy into your own hype when the whole world see thru your ‘ARG I’M A BIG BAD OGRE LOOKING MOTHER FUCKER’ routine. Everyone knows you’re Afraid to take me on in a straight fight, because I'd beat the piss out of you from bell to bell. The world knows it, I know it, and you know it too. This Saturday I'm gonna smack you around the ring, and give your ass the heave ho right over the top rope. This time it's you who's gonna be on the out on the floor looking at the referee raising my hand. This time your the one who gets thrown nothing but preliminary matches. This time I'm the one who gets the white hot spotlight shining down on me. And you Lucas, you get that stick up your ass turning red hot once it touches that fire!  [/size]



[size=15]Kaise Boetius, I suppose I should say this now, shout-out for holding up your end of things last week. I can't tell you how many dopey morons I've had to carry in tag matches, only for them to trip up over their own feet and screw me out of a win. So for that I'll say kudos, you didn't fuck up. Now with that out of the way let me say this, come Showdown I'm not gonna be the one to bail your ass out of a jam. You want to clear away the trash that's in the ring with us together, no problem. But don't expect me to be the guy whose keeping you from becoming roasted Boetius. And definitely don't expect me to just bow down and let myself be thrown oit of the ring. I have worked too long and too hard for you to just waltz in here and take what rightfully belongs to me!  I've spent the last two years being able screwed over by management in favor of bastards whose contracts still had wet ink on them. I am done being passed over, and I sure as hell am not allowing myself to be pushed to the side. So when the time comes, don't be surprised when you hit the fucking floor. And when you do, don't go around whining and complaining that I didn't tell you so. This is my time, this Saturday night, there won't damn thing that’ll keep me from my National Elite Championship match, not even you Kaise. [/size]



[size=15]And Nobi, you sure do have a lot to say about how much I did and didn't do in my tag match last week. Let me ask you something, if Lioncross had been the one to reach up and claim those tag belts at Pain For Pride, wouldn't you be happy about the win even though you weren't the guy who ended the match?  And keeping on with this thread, if he had won, and then Retired like he has, wouldn't you still keep your half of the belt while finding someone else you can leach off of?  I tell you right now buddy you're a hypocrite for trying to talk shit about me. I did what I had to do, and my team won. Your team lost, so what does that say about you?  [/size]

[size=15]You think that any of the guys you've wrestled impressed me?  You've heard it already who I've tangled with, and in such a short time frame.  You want to talk about why I'm still waiting for a title shot, well for the better part of two years I was mismanaged by Dynasty’s general manager. I was never given my rematch for the National Elite Championship even though I won the match!  I was squandered by a GM who let his hard on for guys like Lucas Johnson, and Tig Kelly do his thinking for him. I'm the happiest man on earth right now because I am free of that crap. I am now on a show where my efforts are to be rewarded. I'm on a brand where I'm not hancuffed By some jackass in a cheep suit who wouldn't know real talent if it came and kicked him square in the balls!  [/size]

[size=15]I'm telling you, and the rest of the talking safety cones in my way exactly what to expect, because I am coming at each and every one of you like a house of fire.  I'll be a fucking inferno in that ring, one that's so hot you'll be begging for me to take pity on you and toss you over the top!  You’ll see first hand why I am the undisputed champion of all social media, and why you needed to keep dropping my name just to try and keep yourself relevant here in this match.  You want my best shot Nobi, you got it, so don't go around bitching about It when I you flying into the flames at ringside via a first class seat on the end of my boot!  I am going to show Damien Murrow just how right you are when you said you don't deserve to be in this match. I'm going to cement myself as the the guy here on Showdown and not you, or anyone else is gonna be able to do anything about it.  [/size]


[size=15]Get ready, because live from the Maverik arena, you are all about to feel the heat coming off the crowd the moment they see their Twitter Trendsetter, their Instagram Icon, their Hashtag hero, who'll be leaving grill marks across all five of you.  You are about to see the Perfect combination of Speed, Strength, and technique that has earned me millions upon millions of friends, followers, and subscribers. You are about to enter the ring with the man who is hands down, the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots and step thru those ropes. And when that bell rings, you'll be looking at the next EAW National Elite Champion, so all of you can go on ahead and Picture THAT!  Oh and Stark, I'll see ya soon buddy.”[/size]


[size=15](The video fades out.)[/size]




[size=15]56,000,000 users liked this[/size]

[size=15]Voltage Promo #4[/size]


[size=15]Friday, 11:54 P.M., Seattle, Washington. [/size]


[size=15](The scene opens high above the city. The light of the moon shining bright over the glittering city below, quiet and at peace.  The camera pulls back, bringing into frame the guard rail of the observation deck of the space needle, as well as the man standing beside the rail. The man whose wicked, sinister facial features, are unmistakable. The man whose bloodshot eyes gaze down upon all he views from this night with both pity and cool contempt. this is the being known as Solomon Cain.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “Tick. Tock.  Tick. Tock.  Time is a most valuable thing McAdams. Do not squander it with silly displays of how you perceive your own influence, and strength. For we both know that every great act you do, is merely theater to impress the weak minded heathens of your superiority. Every word that passes thru your lips, every action you take, a show, a tall tale to convince anyone, even yourself of your own power.  We see thru all this McAdams. We see right down to the very core of you. We see past the ego and bravado that claims you do not fear. We see past the self deception that convinces you that you have become more than you were when we last battled. We see thru you to need of meaning in your life, the need of this great crusade which you proclaim in flawless triumph. We see thru even that and tell you now that should you even see a day when your vision takes shape here in this world, it would be as empty and hallow as every other conquest and achievement to your name. [/size]


[size=15]Yes we see Jon McAdams.  We see how we chose not to speak any word of warning to you for but a single day, and already you are desperate for us to speak again. You are not more than a whore for attention, one who seeks any audience to hear his babbling. You spoke earlier of a power of words, is that what you believe grants you power?  And there is a power within them. But we tell you now, you have not control over that power Jon McAdams, the power controls you.  [/size]


[size=15]Look around, gaze at the sign of the times. Here we stand mere hours away from waging war over whom may possess the good gold, and hold control over voltage. And again you seek us out.  Comprehend this McAdams, your life is like a clock on the wall.  No matter how far you may run, in due time you shall eventually land were you had started. It has already began. You searched high and low for us, you make great claims of your own victory though you have no foresight. The seconds are passing by, and you shall end as you began. And that beginning McAdams, was falling before the might of our hands.  [/size]

[size=15]Again you speak McAdams, and again you see no further than your own nose. It is our destiny to possess the Interwire Championship, but not simply for the sake of holding it. Not for the Pride of a sport, nor a personal dream. That gold is  our fate for it serves as the evidence of all we have ever spoken of. It stands as testimony to the wretched Heathens, of the awful, and unspeakable terrors that await them. It stands as the standard and symbol of the glorious reign, that shall march forth ahead of us as we conquer Voltage. Jon McAdams we our ordained to hold this championship as a foretelling of the plague that shall spread and destroy all of you wretched filth. The unending nightmare from which you shall never awaken. [/size]


[size=15]You think that we would not happily do what must be done, so as to see you crippled?  That we would not unleash every wretched horror we have to put you into your tomb?!  We are willing to wield every manner of weapon made of stone, and steel. We have no qualm of doing all that we must to let your blood run thru the streets and taint them crimson!  But we also know that our bare hands will be enough to break the string of victories that your pride has grown from.  To end your quest to steal away the power and glory, and the eyes of the world from us by laying hands on the Interwire Championship. Our might, is more than enough to bring about the end of your great crusade.  So at the chosen hour this Sunday, Mcadams, we shall crush your pride, and then we shall be more than glad break your body. [/size]


[size=15]Come forth McAdams, for we have not lost heart, and our will and resolve are as strong as ever. It is as fresh and new as the day, eons since last, when we first set forth on our quest to see the glorious reign brought forth upon this earth. If you would not believe our words, come and test our will yourself. Come see firsthand if we have fallen short of breath, or lost an ounce of strength or speed, or if we would show even the slightest of mercy towards you. See for yourself that all we speak is truth and cannot be denied. All we claim of ourself, all we foretell, comes not from words of deception, but from a truth older than foundations of the earth. [/size]



[size=15]Test us McAdams, bring forth every plot and scheme you may. Arm yourself with every weapon you can carry. Come forth and try to bring about our demise, we shall be counting on it.  With every moment that passes we so greatly look forward to showing you again that for all your great plans, for all the labor and strife you suffer to bring them about, and all the influence and power you use to corral the weakest of slime to your side. How we shall smile when it comes crumbling down before you at the End Of Ages. [/size]


[size=15]DO YOU HEAR US MCADAMS?!  Does do you truly hear when we say we shall end your miserably crusade!  That we shall bring an end to all the wicked works as we have brought an end to that vermin Mike Showman!   With the might of our hand, We shall end everything you are Jon McAdams. Every wicked word that comes forth from your tongue, every rotten, conniving scheme, every great triumph you boast about for the sake of your own vanity, alllllll oooofffffff iiiiitttttt… ground to dust in your he palm of our fist![/size]


[size=15]You wish not to hear the words of warning we give to you?  Why?  Does knowing that your ultimate destiny, it belongs to us. That it is only a matter of hours before we bring you to your knees and turn your arrogance to agony. To turn your hubris to horror!  The hand of fate draws you closer and closer to this with a current stronger than the Swiftest river. You are being presented to us on a platter. [/size]


[size=15]You speak of our rage, it shall come down upon you like a storm, one from which there is no shelter or refuge.  Come forth and see all that our mind can plot. Come see OUR great schemes, and master plans. Come forth and with your last moments here within this world, witness the flood of fire sweeping thru the streets. With your final seconds, drawn in your last breaths and see our glorious reign rise up from the ground. And when it does, witness your flesh become nothing more than ash and dust!  [/size]


[size=15]For nothing can stand against us on our path towards our ultimate destiny. None could ever hope for more than to delay this inevitable destiny!  No one shall keep us from cleansing this world starting with the Interwire Championship. None shall keep us from the power that comes with that gold. All shall bend and bow down before the might we shall hold it with.  The gold of a god shall be ours and no heathen foolish enough to try and steal it from us shall not curse the day he was conceived!!!  All of you bastard filth, take notice of what is to befall the head of Jon McAdams, for should any of you find that fate has placed you along our path to the Interwire Championship, you shall all share in the same terrible fate he shall. [/size]


[size=15]Drink in these last few moments Jon McAdams, hold as tightly to them as you hold your victory over the eight you have triumphed over. Bask in the few moments your ego can assure your safety. For sooner than you realize, all you are now shall be no more. [/size]


[size=15]We are coming to remind you of a truth you have chosen to forget. We are coming to brand you with it for the Of your days. We are coming to be the end of you, forevermore, forevermore. [/size]


[size=15]Heed our words well, for this Sunday they shall be so.”[/size]


[size=15](Caine walks out of the frame.  The camera holds on a shot of the city, the Key Arena looming in the distance.)[/size]



[size=15]The End. [/size]

[size=15]Showdown Promo #4[/size]


[size=15](The scene opens backstage at the DreamStyle Arena. It's here, in the Showdown interview area, that we find Eve standing by, a microphone clenched in her hand.)[/size]


[size=15]Eve: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, Making his Showdown debut here tonight, he is EAW’s self proclaimed Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels!”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels steps into the frame, his black Hugo Boss dress shirt matching perfectly with the lenses of his gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses, and takes his spot besides Eve.)[/size]


[size=15]Eve: “Mister Michaels, tonight is no doubt a huge night for you as you are now officially a member of the Showdown roster. And in your first match here, you as well as your tag team partner Kaise Boetius, as well as your one of your opponents, Johnny Nova,  are all looking to make an impact here tonight. How do you specifically plan to do this in this tag team match against someone as established as Prince Of Phenomenal?”[/size]

[size=15]Michaels: “That is an outstanding question, did you stay up all night coming up with that one?  I bet your parents are so proud of the hard hitting journalist you've become.  Now why don't you hand me the microphone…”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels holds up his opened palm for a long silent moment before Eve finally relents and places the mic in it. Michaels grips the microphone and draws it closer to his mouth.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels:”… and get now get out of my spotlight and fetch me a bottle of water. And make it a Smartwater, I don't want any of that arrowhead, Aquafina crap they push here.”[/size]


[size=15](Eve shakes her head, a look of annoyed contempt painting her face as she walks out of he frame. Michaels takes a step to the side, taking the entire center of the frame.)[/size]

[size=15]Michaels: “Now as to how I intend to make my mark here on Showdown. Well I'm going to step out and stage, and do what I always do, shine brighter than a diamond with my absolute perfection.  I am going to go out there and wrestle circles around both Macho Douche Johnny Nova, and Prince of being a total jackass. So from the moment that bell rings, it's gonna be all Mark Michaels, kinda like how this show is gonna basically become all about me. In fact they may as well go ahead and start calling this The Mark Michaels show. Or at the very least bill me at the top of the marquee, kinda like how they used to with Arnold Schwarzenegger’s name over the title. From this moment forward, this is the face that will be on every poster, every billboard and banner, every little 7-11 promotional cup. This is the face that will launch EAW to even greater heights, this is the face that will make Showdown the dominant brand of EAW, this face will be the one you get to see whenever Showdown rolls into town, aren't you people lucky. [/size]

[size=15]Oh that's right pops, your overrated ass, is about to see a true phenomenon in the ring. One that hasn't spent the past few years in  desperate to keep whatever relevance he has left from totally fizzling out like the rest of his goddam career. You want to talk about being the best possible here and now, and for the foreseeable future?  Well take a good long look. Hell check out any one of my social Media accounts, and you'll see what the single greatest professional athlete in the world today!  And for the sake of argument, not a strong one but an argument none the less, and say that I'm not the man who's leading the charge here in ELITE answers Wrestling. I will bet my bottom dollar, that the next big thing here, sure as bell isn't you. See the fact of the matter is that you've had your time here, and That time was about eight years ago. You've come and gone, and there is hardly a memory of you. Your like that time Dwight Howard played for the Lakers. Meanwhile i’m sitting here looking like Lonzo Ball, about to take the keys to the kingdom, and bring about a new era of greatness to a company that has gone far too long without a true Star player in his prime. [/size]

[size=15]So when you put everything into perspective, what the fuck would I ever have to be jealous of you over. Well besides that sweet little spot in the old folks home you've been living in. Get ready POP, because in just a few minutes, you're gonna regret having to compete on the same brand as Mark Michaels. Hell you’re gonna regret ever signing a new contract.  When I leave you staring up at those lights, you are gonna have to face up to the facts that As Phenomenal as you are, you're nothing compared to Absolute Perfection.  [/size]

[size=15]And Johnny Nova, before you start droning on and on about winning with honor, I'd say you better start learning to win period!  Macho this, madness that, listen you better start getting your shit together real quick pal, because I won't show you an ounce of mercy just because you don't have your head screwed on straight. I'll kick your neon painted ass quicker than a hiccup, and no over the hill dickhead is gonna be able to save you. [/size]

[size=15]I am going to bitch slap you, your gaudy sunglasses, and your tacky hat, all the to next week. All the tassels and lousy Batman impersonations won't help you a goddamn lick when that bell rings. When it does you'll see that all the gimmicks in the world don't mean jack shit when you are across the ring from the best product that this sport has ever produced.  You get that?  All that cockamamie bullshit doesn't come into play when you are going toe to toe with a student of the game who has spent his life devoted to this craft!  A man who has worked every goddamn day, and bust his ass to stand here as the A1, top prospect that this company has ever seen. And when I kick both you, and Princess’ ass all over Albuquerque, the pecking order will start to sort itself out here on Showdown, with myself standing at the top, and unlucky, overhyped, underdeveloped assholes like you two at the fucking bottom. [/size]


[size=15]You boys are in for an A- List ass kicking, the likes of which neither one of you will ever forget, courtesy of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero to every single man, woman, and child in this fucking arena!  The man who is leading the next generation of EAW to glory right now. The man who is taking this brand over from day one!  The man who is the brightest burning star that EAW has ever, and will ever see. I am the man who is saving Showdown from the mediocrity has been creeping in since last season, and restoring it to a golden standard. The man who in due time, will be holding that EAW championship, and wrapping it around my perfect waist. Tonight marks the start of the Mark Michaels era, and like it or not, all of you better start Picturing THAT!”[/size]


[size=15](With that Michaels takes his leave of the set.)[/size]



[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

[size=15]Voltage Promo #4[/size]


[size=15]Wednesday, 1:51 A.M., Seattle, Washington. [/size]



[size=15](The scene opens on a pitch black screen. Nothing can be seen, but in the Distance, the echoing of footsteps can be heard.  A faint glow hangs in the distance, Illuminating the old, decrepit, structures made of rotting  wood, and bricks made loose from the passing years. The footsteps grow louder, the light grows larger. It stops just a stone’s throw away. The noise of footsteps are replaced by a something metal scratching, and carving at the wood.  The noise stops. After a long, silent moment, The camera pushes forward, dimly Making out a pair of legs. On a wall next to the glowing lantern’s light, a message carved into the wall reads ‘Buried as before, forevermore.’[/size]


[size=15]The camera starts to pull back, but is swiftly snatched by a hand.  The camera operator struggles to get free, but cannot. Slowly, a face turns towards the camera.  Its bloodshot eyes, and evil scowl unmistakable. This is the being know to the world as Solomon Caine.)[/size]


[size=15]Look at all that surrounds you. See that once these catacombs were a city. It's people never once feared what might come of them. And in a single moment, this land was laid to waste by fire. Now what little that remains of it, sits buried beneath, trampled on by the feet of heathens who neither know, nor care of the destruction that their city was built on top of. How the heathens of this world forget that all they have spent years laboring, and striving over, can be taken away in but a heartbeat. How they cast off history and fool themselves into believing they are safe in their high towers. They know not that as this city laid in ashes before, so too shall it be again.  For on the day of fire, the flames shall level this entire earth to its foundation!  It shall shall wipe away all of humanity’s deepest and darkest, and long forgotten memories. And once this world has been scraped clean of the scum who walk upon it, and all their evil deeds which have poisoned this earth. Our glorious reign shall rise up, and stand for all of eternity. Not simply because we have merely spoken of it, but because we have made it so thru our strength and will. We shall see this day, for we have been preparing ourself and our flesh to survive the flames that shall eat away at the masses of heathens, and leave them as nothing more than ashes and dust. Same as What lays here now before us. [/size]


[size=15]Do you comprehend what we say Jon McAdams?  Do you not understand that our destiny is being brought about with every battle. Do you not see how with even a perceived loss, in the end all things align with our will?  Do you not comprehend that with every war we wage, our flesh grows stronger, our imperfections corrected. You should be aware of this for you yourself claim the same against us. You speak of how you've evolved, of how you become more than you once were. We claim the same. With every step we take upon the altar, we shed ourself of the weakness within this flesh. With every wicked wretch we bring to the End of Ages, our strength grows. We both claim to have become so much more than we were when we last met. You claim yourself a sovereign, and we have become one, servant and master made one, that we may become. Let our battle determine who has spoken the truth. Let our war dictate what is, and what is not. [/size]


[size=15]You speak constantly of Pain For Pride. You speak of us as having failed. You see not that we still breath. That we haves greater opportunity, and a greater glory to capture. You speak of how Drastik ran as a thief in the night.  We thought of the gold he possessed as a trinket then, as we do now. We denied him a good death, and let you be the one who laid him low. You as so many others were a means to an end. And now even he no longer stands in our way.  Let Drastik delude himself into thinking he is safe on Dynasty, and Let Marx have his openweight championship, their time shall come soon enough. But now we set our sights on even greater glory, one that shall bring the filth of this earth to tears. Now is the time when we shall rise up and take Voltage for ourself!  We shall have that golden prize Jon McAdams, regardless of whomever dares to rise up against us. None can stop us now, not you nor any other. And with your sacrifice, with your desolation upon our altar, we shall shatter your pride, and take our next step towards the gold we seek.  The gold that shall grant us power and authority over Voltage. [/size]

[size=15]Yes we shall crush you, just as we have crushed so many others. Yes, the victories we attained, the ones which you discount.  We stood tall over foolish braggarts who like yourself, tried to belittle us before the masses with words from their evil tongues. We shattered lives like Flex Rockland and Forrest Wolfe who have never been hear from since!  We laid waste to Ahren Fournier for his mockery of us, and while he possessed the Hardcore Championship!  We shattered Zack Crashes mind, and slew the head of the wolvesden Kenny Drake where they we sure their power would never faultier.  We have crushed your ally Showman, For of the two of you, he was always the greater thorn in our side. He was always the one amongst the two of you who caused us the most grief. Now that he is no longer an issue,  Now he is no longer an obstacle, our path towards claiming this kingdom called Voltage is wide open, and ripe for the taking.   His departure from us, is  but another weed rooted out. It is another stumbling block removed from our path.  Cast into the same grave as Zack Crash’s influence, HDRO’s Authority, and DeDeDe’s claim to the Interwire Championship.  [/size]

[size=15]Yes all things are brought about for our benefit. You speak of a grand Design, we have plotted for over a millennia to stand here before you.  You speak of how you can buy the souls of men with the money you flaunt. What influence, or solace, mercy could it buy you against us?!  What should save your crusade, when you are on your knees before our feet?!  What would all the silver and gold you keep stored away do, when we pour down upon you as a flood?  How can it save you from the becoming another brick in all that we are building?  Your money means nothing to us.  It cannot buy you clemency for your reprehensible words, it cannot give you a pardon for your vile deeds, it cannot give you even a single reprieve from all that lies in wait looking to devour you.   [/size]


[size=15]You claim to be our death, yet we are still alive. You claim to be our exhaustion, yet here we are more than ready to meet you blow for blow till the earth no longer stands.  Our loathing of you runs deeper than you could ever comprehend. Our desire to see you destroyed is older than time itself. We shall satisfy our need to see you broken before us. We shall see it done by the strength of our own hand, for it is. It idle threats we speak onto you, but words of warning that you might come to your senses.  Should you not heed them, do not weep as a woman would, and cry bitterly if how were not given proper advisory of all that is coming at week’s end. [/size]

[size=15]You once again discuss our brethren of the great beast called Sanitorium. You think we should falter without them. Know that  We stand alone against you McAdams, has your endless rambling twisted your thinking?!  Why should  we need any other to defeat you Jon McAdams? We needed no aid in beating you before. We needed neither assistance nor distraction to bring you to the End Of Ages!  we need not our brethren of the great beast, to tear you limb from body, to spill your blood that it may flood the streets, we need not any ally to conquer you McAdams, nor shall we ever. [/size]
 



[size=15]You ask us to share truth with you. Come close that we might share them with you. Come that you may see, and not just hear, all that lays secret. See for yourself the power that goes far deeper than the words we speak, the drive that carries us to where we must conquer our next challenge. Open your eyes Jon McAdams, and we shall reveal our truth. As unpleasant as it may be to your eyes, as horrible as it may ring in your ear, we shall show you all, if you would only allow yourself to see. [/size]


[size=15]Cast off this foolishness, turn away from the crusade of wickedness that you has you blinded to all that surrounds you. Break free of the bondage this world has cast upon you since birth, the chains that forever hold you in the dungeon, the pit that drags you down as quicksand. [/size]

[size=15]Do so swiftly for you are about to share in the Lao our flesh has felt. He pain that Target Smiles, inflicted upon us. The Pain that our flesh felt long ago As it saw ghastly horrors. It saw the flames crawling up its body, it witnessed all whom he surrounded himself with, begging him death. The Pain that kept this flesh awake at nought, the Pain that only we could ever soothe.  We a bringing forth that pain from deep within us.  And we are giving it to you at the chosen hour.  We are showing you what true misery, and fear, and terror look like. We shall show you first hand all these thing which shall haunt your every dream, and break you down to tears with every breath you draw.  We are coming to show you the darkness that beats inside you, buried beneath the mountain of hubris that stands within your black heart!  We are coming this Sunday to let all whom dare to quest for the Interwire Championship, know to abandon all hope as they stand eye to eye with ourself. [/size]

[size=15]We shall sacrifice you to make us whole, and in doing so, make us worthy of the gold once held by a god. We shall have it Jon McAdams. We shall have it regardless of whom should be placed in front of us, for voltage seeks one to rule over it. For one to take it by the throats with an iron fist. And we shall be the one to do exactly  that!   Our time draws near Jon McAdams, our paths cross at week’s end. For your sake, we hope you can understand the simple terms which we have stated. [/size]


[size=15]Hear our words and hear them well, for in due time, they shall be so!”[/size]


[size=15](Caine releases his grasp of the camera, almost shoving it's operator to the ground.  Can stares at the message engraved on the wood, and stabs his pocket knife into the wood, acting as an exclamation to all that was said.)[/size]



[size=15]The End. [/size]

 

 
(While the Hall of Fame ceremony is going on, Cloud chose to spend some time in the currently empty MetLife Stadium. She’s seen walking with a cup of coffee as she walks towards the ring)

 
C9 Productions presents


 
Cloud: Pain for Pride. The place where dreams are either made or go to die.
 

In association with the EAW Network and SNK


 
(Cloud climbs into the ring, and stares at the empty seats with a look of longing on her face.)
 
Cloud: While everyone else is celebrating the legacy of established stars, I’m plotting my course to immortality. What stands in my way are former allies, some newbies, and a women whose earned my ire.
 

24/7: Pain for Pride X


 
Cloud: This woman wears the mask of the nonchalant, but I see her for who she is.
 

Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda


 
Cloud: This woman thinks she knows me, my struggles, and what makes me who I am.
 

Episode 4
 

Cloud: There’s only one woman in this match who knows me better than myself.
 

Stay Woke
 

Cloud: It’s a woman who I spilled blood with. A woman who took everything from me after I left it all in the ring. Once again I have to face her, but no longer on her terms. Here I am going through a period of deja vu. The match is the same, but what’s different are my emotions. My heart is no longer clouded - no pun - by misguided rage. My wrath is zero focused on a She assumes I’m woman who insinuates that I am sleeping around, therefore cheating on the girl I love. She believes that I’m attempting to construct some race war, when in fact all I did was call her out on her bullshit. She even admits it herself. She was looking for a payday, nothing more, nothing less.
 
(sips her coffee and puts it down)
You know how much that pisses me off April Song!? The rest of us in that locker room sacrifice day in and day motherfucking out to aspire to be something more than we were the day before! We sacrifice blood, sweat, tears! We sacrifice time with our family, relationships, and everything else under the sun to answer one simple stupid fucking question: Am I good enough? It may be a question foolish to most, but real athletes, real warriors, understand! This is why you irritate me to no end! There you are on your high horse, insulting the likes of Haruna Sakazaki and Azumi Goto who fought long and hard to get to where they are! That’s why I keep messing with you! I know that YOU know that you don’t belong here sweets. And this is coming from someone who’ve always felt left out in that locker room! I love Aria to death, but I know our friendship will never be the same. I know because of my actions nobody will trust me the same again on either side of my life, but IF there’s anything I know is that I don’t want to be anywhere else!
 
(Cloud picks up the coffee and takes another sip)
 
You keep playing yourself by being something you're not. Who knows, maybe there’s a part of you that wants to be apart of this world. But, I guarantee you that your half-ass won’t get you close to that title shot! You don’t stand a chance against Aria, Cam, or Cailin. They are the finest of our division, and you’re just a new baby, fresh to the game. But yet you keep running your mouth while acting passive aggressive ala Haruna in 2016. Been there, done that sweets. I already had that feud. And from the looks of things (sips) I won that dispute. But one thing I can say about her is that she knows who exactly she is at all times. Everyone here does- everyone but you. You have to understand April Song that these words that I speak mean everything to me. You had to hear this to me- I SACRIFICED TIME SPENT WITH MY LADY JUST TO TELL YOU THESE THINGS YOU HARD HEADED PIECE OF- OoOoO!
 
(breaths heavily)
 
I’m sorry, but accusing me of cheating was the last straw. Something I thought I lost has come back to me. I’m not going to let someone like you ruin it. You might be tough April Song, but you’re not strong. Not the way Maddie is. Not the way Alexis is. Not the way I am. Honestly, I can only foresee one of us three being the last standing- but you best know that it will be me. Anyways, I don’t want to spend too much time on your sorry ass, but I’m wise to your bullshit April Song. You’re right- I don’t like you. I don’t hate you, but I don’t like you. Perhaps, I never will.
 
(Cloud sighs)
 
Tomorrow I’m going to redeem myself. I’m getting that number one contendership and prove that I am that damn good. The time of my Ascension draws near. 
 
(Cloud turns to the camera slightly. Only her left eye can be seen while her blue-streaked hair covers the right eye. There’s a coldness in her stare, similar to the look she had at Terminus.)
 
You’re the first sacrifice April Song. Stay woke.

(Cloud continues drinking her coffee as the camera pulls back, showing the dark and empty Metlife Stadium.)