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HOUSE OF GLASS PROMO #6: Are You Even Serious?

Depature.
 
It’s truly cold. Time after time I’ve seen myself out of this business. Disappearances and being fired, and everyone like Ahren Fournier just loves to bring it up. They truly think that leaving is my weakness. They think that it makes me the weakest link, when really it is far from it. It’s sad that guys like Ahren Fournier can come at me about my departures, while I watch from the outside and Ahren Fournier cannot even do anything to even see himself become successful. A year into my career and I was already holding my first world championship in EAW. So how exactly can you think that you’re better than me? Because I’ve left this business multiple times and I’ve failed to make a successful comeback? That does not do anything to the things that I have done in my past. Yes, I have the weight of history on my shoulders but I am still able to lift it up with the things that I have done. Everyone always likes to ask why did I leave.. why do you give up so easily? It was not giving up.. it was giving time, to make things right for myself. But it’s sad to see what EAW is coming to. We have “The Trill Fairy” here now.. and to be honest Ahren.. that is the silliest thing that I have ever heard. That name does not come with any type of territory. That name comes with you being so feminine, and if you want to be like that how about you go be a bitch somewhere else. This business is mad for men. People who are willing to put up each and everything that they have inside of them to show that they can be the best.
 
Have you done that?
 
No..
 
When will you do it?
 
Never.
 
You aren’t BUILT for this. I’ve stood upon the best in this business and I’ve beaten some of the best in this business unlike you. Do you really see yourself to become something? If you think your “success” is going to start at House of Glass, something is wrong in your mind. It’s funny how I can step out of this business multiple times and STILL have a name for myself in this business under Hall of Fame.. and I STILL have a seat at the table every single time I come back. I’m closest to one of the only extremist from my ERA to be here and STILL be able to build a success out of a legacy that is ALREADY labeled as major. I might have left over hundred times and these FANS.. and each and every elitist that are at that TOP level.. have welcomed me back because I DO WHAT I WANT. You could never do that because you do not have what I have. You don’t have the DRIVE.. you don’t have that posture in this business like me and you sure as hell do not have the juice like me. So if you want to keep on going about my depature.. go ahead but that does not mean anything. What means something right now is House of Glass.. and I’m looking to not only run through to grab my opportunity to complete my statement once and for all: I’m STAYING.. no matter what. I created myself in this business. I went from the low bottom at Pain for Pride II which WAS an opportunity for that EAW Hardcore Championship.. to holding that EAW World Heavyweight Championship in my hand twice. You can’t even say you’ve done that.. let alone say you’ve done anything in this business. You might have a couple of people supporting you, but they are really going to see who they need to support after House of Glass. I do not need anyone on my back.. I got me. I got the man that MADE himself. You will never be as good as me and you will never be BETTER than me. You say that I have a fragile composure when you can’t even take a mistake to your name. You say that I’m pathetic when you’ve had nothing to prove yourself with. Tell me when you actually become a REAL elitist and then we can actually talk about something that matters for you. Right now.. you do not mean shit to this business and you don’t mean a damn thing to me. Go ahead.. please step to me at House of Glass.. and I’ll make sure to make you regret it. If anyone is FRAGILE here.. it’s you.. If anyone IS PATHETIC here.. it’s you. You get into this business and you stand for a year and you can’t even BUILD yourself to become something. Honestly.. you’re truly useless. I honestly do even know why you’re still here. And I know you would want to ask me the same question so let me just answer that for you now: because I can still get back to the top and reveal my name ONCE again. You haven’t seen a main event.. You haven’t seen getting into at FPV and running for a world title. All you have seen is these small chances that you just cannot grab. I’m not falling this time. Ahren.. you can say everything that you want to say and you’re just going to trip over yourself. You speak loud.. but your actions are silent, unlike me. You see.. we are completely different, I have the taste of success.. and at House of Glass you’re going to get another taste of defeat. You’re going to realize that you do not belong here. Go back to all of the little other fairies that are around you and go play your little games there, because here.. that is not going to get you anything but defeat. House of Glass is MY time. I’m going to MAKE that opportunity mine and if you can’t believe it then you’ll just have to see it at House of Glass after that Glass Gauntlet match when I’m standing over a broken you.. with my hands raised by the referee. You want to talk the talk but the walk that you’re going to take is down the road of darkness. I’ll make sure you see me at House of Glass Ahren.. because then..
 

You’ll just be another named crossed off the list of guys who can't DO what I do in that ring.

[size=15]Voltage Promo #6[/size]




[size=15]Sunday 7:45 P.M., Des Moines, Iowa.  [/size]





[size=15](The scene backstage at the Wells Fargo arena. It's here at the midway point of the long hallway that leads from the locker room to the main stage, that we find the Arena’s custodian sweeping up the floor.  A withered man in his mid 50’s, he works diligently, or as diligently as his body will allow.   As he sweeps the last bit of trash, he gazes up. On the wall is a thick, running stain, a dark shade of crimson contrasting against the white painted bricks that reads ‘Two shall fall, deep down into the darkest depths from which there is no return. Bound by fate, to a noose they have tied for each other.’[/size]


[size=15]The custodian stands awestruck for a moment. Trying to figure out the meaning of the message. Slowly he approaches the stain, a cloth pulled from his pocket in his hand.)[/size]



[size=15]Custodian: “What the hell?”[/size]


[size=15](Suddenly something grabs the custodian by the back of his neck, and he is driven head first into the wall.  The custodian collapses to the ground, unconscious he lays as his attacker stands over him. The camera pans upwards as the attacker stands silent.  He turns to face the camera, his face a thin vail for the countless sinister, and evil plans that lay in his mind. This is the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]







[size=15]Caine:  “Here we stand at the chosen hour, what must be done, ever so clear. Those whom have become worthy of  even greater of scorn and  ridicule than we have spoken, delivered right into the palm of our of our hand.  Soon we shall silence their double talk.  Soon we shall make them gaze upon all of their flaws that have turned a blind eye to for years. Soon their tombstones shall be as pillars that our truth shall stand upon. Their demise another stone beneath the feat of the Nightmare.  [/size]


[size=15]Yes Madison, you shall be turned into nothing more than a hill of us to place our flag atop. You Madison shall be one whom we conquer simply because it is the gateway to spreading our influence across all the nations. Across every brand of EAW. [/size]


[size=15]And yet even as what we are doing is simply the bring forward our message to the masses who know not of our words, nor our deeds, there is still another matter between us. One that has become more and more personal with every passing day.  One that has grown from a small cut, to a gaping wound that cannot be stitched together. Our issue with you may have been born of you deserting the ones whom you dedicated yourself to. But it has grown into what it has become because of the rotten words that seep out from your wretched tongue.  We should give no mind to one as yourself who does not have enough conviction nor integrity to uphold all she speaks. But all of your double talk, all of your half truths and whole lies, they are an abomination. And what's more they spill from you without even a moment’s pause.  Do you deny that with your words speak pleasantries and odes of respect and gratitude to the ones who took you in and gave you meaning.  The ones who welcomed you and did all they could to teach you to stand on your own strength, despite you never wanting more than to leach off of theirs.  The one who till you found another with whom you could bleed dry, they had tried time and again to make you your own woman who depends not on a savior. The ones who tried to make you the purest gold by passing you thru fire.   And will you deny that when you knew you could no longer suckle upon their bosom, you would go on align yourself with their enemies?!  It is obvious from your actions that your words are meaningless and within them lies no value. When every action you commit is in contrast to all that you say, when you are proven to be a lying wretch every single time you attempt to undermine all that those you called ‘loved ones’, than why should we not reach into your mouth and tear your rancid tongue out of your mouth?!  Why should we not silence your forever lying mouth?! Truly Madison, it would have been better had you been born a mute, for at least then you wouldn't have heaped nearly as much woe and damnation upon your own head.  [/size]

[size=15]Much has been made of you having two minds. How we so wish the one that would address us now, was not thus pathetic wretch who without ever realizing it, blindly follows an empty headed fool. How we wish the spark of promise we, along with our brethren, saw within you would come alive again and burn away this dim, dullard, heathen that you have made yourself Into. How we wish to see the beast within you be revived so that it would slay this detestable weakling you have become.  How we would have hopped for you to learn the lesson that this brotherhood had tried to teach you, how we wish to see you cast off your dependency on Keelan, or any other for that matter. But as much as we would wish that, you remain this leach, this parasite that travels from one host to the next, and in its wake leaves those whom it stole strength and life from, ill.  As much as we should desire to see the poet who spoke with words that drew from her own strength, we are instead met by the lost little girl who takes inspiration from paper muses whose words all ring hollow and empty of any substance. Cling to your false idols Madison, in but moments you shall see how not one of their words will grant you strength, nor endurance, nor speed, nor even a moment's grace from our hand when we reach out and inflict every manner of terror upon you.  [/size]


[size=15]Step forward, and learn that while you grew soft and complacent, while you let others labor and  you stole the benefits, ourself and our brethren grew stronger. While you may leach off the victories of Aria Jaxion, and Keelan Cetinich, we our going forth and conquering all that stands in our path. Yes from the day we last encountered your beloved Keelan Citinich, we have torn down every heathen who has been placed along our path. We have torn down Chris Elite, we have laid low Anthony Leonhart, and we have certainly conquered Keelan himself.  [/size]



[size=15]Oh yes Keelan, though you always turn a blind eye to it, it is an inescapable fact. You have never truly conquered our flesh, same as you have never bested Jon McAdams. And that you never shall is truth we shall shove your face in till you learn. Till you fall upon your knees and admit your own weakness to yourself and to the masses, never shall you rise above this endless monotony.  Never shall you find the treasures and glories you seek, while you remain this vain, ignorant, and pathetic wretch.  Go on and mock us all you like. You only dig a deep pit of mockery for yourself. For with every petty and impotent insult you hurl, only comes back upon you as mud on your face when we stand over you in victory.  Yes Keelan, you take every possible action to ensure that you remain forever the Epitome of failure, always but inches away from all that you desire, always witnessing it slip right thru your fingers. This is the fate you are bound to, this is the destiny that shall manifest all the days of your cursed life, till the End Of Ages!  Already you must certainly sense this, you are certainly not so blind and incompetent that you could not have an inkling of this fact.  So here and now we say onto you to receive all we foretell. Let this truth rest within you, and may its fruition be witnessed by all the world. Let them witness your whole and total failures and think back to this very day. You have been warned. [/size]



[size=15]Keelan, Madison, enjoy these few moments you have together. Savor them. Hold on to them while you may. For sooner than you realize, all that we speak shall be made so.”[/size]




[size=15](Caine steps out of the frame. The camera holds on the message on the wall for a long moment before fading out.)[/size]




[size=15]THE END. [/size]

[size=15]Dia Del Diablo Promo #6[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens backstage at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas.  It's here outside his personal dressing room that we find EAW’s Self Proclaimed Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, in his ring gear, entrance vest, and gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses. His million dollar grin, smirks confidently on his face as he raises a microphone to his mouth.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Well the day has finally arrived, The day when this handsome devil gets his due. Now I've spent the last week telling everyone in this match that I was gonna win, giving them the heads up for when I put them thru those flaming tables.  And making damn sure they don't piss and moan about getting their ass kicked afterwards.  I've offered fair warning for each and every one of these taking traffic cones in my way, and now is the time when I am gonna make good on my promises. [/size]

[size=15]But for some odd reason, all of these knuckleheaded assholes just can seem to com to terms with the fact that I'll be grilling them like I'm Bobby Flay from bell to bell. But first r some reason all of them seem to think that I can't back up everything I'm saying.  Just goes to show you how far their heads are buried in the sand. They doubt my abilities, they are blind to my greatness, and they show just why they got left behind in special ed class when they try to deny my Perfection!  These rat bastards are green with envy, it makes them sick to their stomach when they see me shine in ring. They know they could never reach my level as a professional wrestler, so the very best they can do is drag my name thru the mud, and try to bring me down to theirs.  Well tonight these four fucks are gonna get bested by the best in the business. I'll be walking all over them on a path to bigger and better things.  Things like the National Elite Championship, things like top shelf competition, things like main event matches, my face on all the promotional stuff, and my name hanging over the Showdown logo every time we go live on Saturday night.  Things that I've craved, and deserve, and have been denied since I signed on the dotted line with EAW.  All of it will start rolling In the second I’m done trouncing all these good for nothing jagoffs, and when I do, maybe they'll finally come t their senses, shake off the jealousy that has been biting them all on the ass since they found out they would be working on my brand, and maybe even come to appreciate the fact that they've shared a moment in time with a man who could only ever be defined as Perfection Incarnate. Maybe they'll start to see how my dedication, and hard work has propel me to greater heights with every passing day. Maybe they'll see how all the hours in the gym, and every moment in the ring has shaped me, and how every set back I've encountered is now another log on the roaring inferno that's been lit under me.  [/size]

[size=15]Every time I've put everything on the line in that ring only to walk back empty handed, every time I was moments away from pulling off the big win only to have it all ripped away from me, every time I was inches away from having my hand raised high only for some numbnuts with a case of Michaels envy to screw me out of my destiny, it's all set me on fire. And when I walk out to that ring, I will be coming out red hot, and ready to burn thru every mother fucker in between me, and my long overdue title shot!  I am not letting anyone stand in the way, not Lucas Johnson, not Nova, nobody is getting between me and who ever is holding that belt by Territorial Invasion.  Do you all hear me?  You step up to me, I'm bitch slapping you right the fuck back down. You try to test me in that ring, you get charbroiled by those flames faster than a fucking hiccup!  If you know what's good for you, stay out of my way, because winning here tonight means far more to me than it does any of you. And I will not hesitate to force all of you into early retirement from the ass whippings I'll be handing out tonight!  All of you will be hashtag hurting if you try me in that ring, and believe you me once I'm done, there won't even be enough left of you to give a farewell speech on the next Showdown. I'm tearing thru you four like a chainsaw thru butter. Tonight you'll be feeling the heat from the brightest burning star that this company will ever see. And rest assured whether you all like it or not, it will be me who'll be winning it all tonight. [/size]

[size=15]You hear me POP?  You ask me why I haven't ‘won the big one’ so to speak. Well if you would have been paying attention to anything I've had to say over the course of the last month, than maybe you would know it's because I've robbed by shit heads like you for two years, and my former General Manager would only ever hand out opportunities to the guys he had a hard in for. Hell if you were on Dynasty, I'm sure your has been ass would have been promoted like there was no tomorrow, and you would have been handed title shots just by snapping your fingers. But as it stands you're in showdown, where you have to actually earn everything you get. This isn't a place where HBB can pop up out of retirement and be hand a world title match, this isn't a show where Lucas Johnson can trip over his own feet for six months before he finally gets a fluke win for a title, this isn't where a guy like you can get the world handed to him on a silver platter just because he had a rep as being good a decade ago. Tonight is the first Pay Per View event of season eleven, this is the event where the future begins, and that future belongs to Mark Michaels!  You want to talk about me not having done anything meaningful here in EAW, well how bout kicking the crap out of so called legends, and puting the rest of the locker room on notice if just who’s the top dog in this company. I beat you POP, I sent Scott Oasis Running for the hills, I've been apart of innovative and memorable matches that have changed the landscape of this company and will be remembered forever in the annals of this sports great history. And the thing is, I haven't even gotten warmed up.  The future keeps getting brighter for me. Like the sun rising on my day, as it sets on yours. [/size]


[size=15]Keep trying to knock that rust off your game,  everyone already sees that it filled with holes. You need to start accepting the fact, that the twilight of your career is one that won't be celebrated. You won't have a sixty point game like Kobe Bryant, you won't have a super bowl ring like John Elway, you won't even get a one of those highlight packages they put together when someone takes off. No, the only thing that you'll be able to hang your hat on, is that you where there when Mark Michaels snatched the torch out of your hand, and used it to light the way for a greater era than EAW has ever seen before.  Tonight you get to see the Elite of Elite answers Wrestling shining brightly, and the last ember of all your stuck in the past, Extremists crap die out here now and forever. [/size]



[size=15]And my friend Kaise, I hope you don't take it too hard when I roast your ass over an open fire. I told you from the start that everything that goes down in that ring is business, and that's all this is. Now I know you started getting to like having me carry your ass in matches, and getting a chance to see how a true star in this industry gets to live.  But understand that when I send you thru that flaming table, Its not business, its personal. See I've had it with being sandbaged with curtain jerkers like you, I'm sick and tired of dragging no talent fucks like you to victories, then having to beat you from pillar to post because you don't know when to keep your mouth shut. I'm done wasting my time with peons like you, guys who wouldn't know a wrist lock from apple butter, or however that old saying goes.  I am a man who has dedicated his life to this sport, you're just some bum off the streets who for some reason took up combat sports last year. Kaise you are dealing with a man who has spent countless hours training to be a champion, what good can you're weekend at wrestling fantasy camp gonna do against that?!  [/size]

[size=15]What can you possibly hope to accomplish against a man who is a better natural athlete, has more experience, and whose skills unmatched by anyone in the game today?  What is the best you yourself can gain out of all this, and don't try and feed us anymore of that watch you suffer bullshit that you've spitting. No, the best thing you can hope for is for is that I'll allow you to walk away in one piece, because truth be that told you are an insult to everything I love about this business. You're some jackass in a suit who was too much of a pussy to fight, and now presto chango you’re out and about making an ass out of yourself playing pro wrestler. You're a  stain, a goddamn blemish upon this company, and it would make me the happiest man on face of the earth for you to crawl back to that pile of ash and soot that used to be home,  bury yourself there, and stay buried. Go find some other place to play around in, because I won't stand for someone who tarnishes every thing this industry was built upon, just by his simple existence within it. Kaise, I'm gonna weed you out of this company, I'm gonna run you right out of this sport, and I am gonna make you wish that you never stepped foot into my ring. [/size]



[size=15] Lucas, good to see you back to screaming your head off again you know, I gotta tell you that I'm happy you're in this match. No really, I am. See not only do I get the chance to get MY National Elite Championship finally placed around my waist, I get to put you thru a flaming table while doing it. This is great, this is like one of those times you’re at the bar, and not only are you taking an absolute ten back to your place, but her hottie friend is more than happy to join you. My god life is good when you're me.  I finally get back to my proper place of taking on champions, and I also get to break that Lucas Johnson Jinx that's had me stuck dealing with the bottom of the barrel in EAW.  Now sure you'll run your mouth about how you rigged the odds and got lucky on top of it all to beat me, but tonight all that bullshit goes up in flames. Tonight the world learns beyond a shadow of a doubt that no one, not even the wrestling machine is better than Perfect. [/size]


[size=15]So go on ahead and yell your fat head of till you're blue in the face. Scream as loud as you can about how you were a paper champion for three months, or how the only people you could pin were ham and eggers like Leonhart, and whatever the hell Hackenschmidt was calling himself. Go on Lucas, because in a very short amount of time, every argument you've been resting your hat on, as well as that bullshit reputation you have, is all about to go right out the window. Lucas, I am conquering the demons of my past this season in EAW,  and I will be grinning ear to ear as I watch you sweat off the pounds when I slam you into that fire!  Tonight Lucas the biggest loser is you, and I'm sure that all of Friends, Followers, and Subscribers will be liking that. [/size]


[size=15]And that just leaves the Macho Miracle Gimmick guy coming straight outta  HUD’s housing. You know something Nova, I get it. You don't like me because I grew up in a better home. I went to a better school, And I in general have a better life than you from the food I eat, to the women I fuck. You're petty and that's to be expected jackasses who need to wear silly gimmick sunglasses and cowboy hats for anybody to give a fuck he's on their screens, even if it's only so that your attention seeking ass can be laughed at. Johnny Let this momma’s boy share with you a piece of advice she gave me when I was young. Fuck those who are less fortunate than you, if they can't keep up, that's their goddamn problem. See the thing you need to realize is, just because I outclass you in every category in and out of the ring, and you're nothing more than a piece of flea shit compared to me, that doesn't mean I’m gonna let you get away with trashing my name, and screwing me out of my title shot. [/size]

[size=15]Johnny, you might not understand it right now, but I am a superstar. A crossover phenomenon that people from every corner of the globe adore. That's why the media wants a sound bite or photo opp every time I show my face in public. That's why I can live he life I live and afford everything I have, because I'm the hottest thing this side of the sun. So while you're down in he minor leagues begging for an opportunity to get noticed, I'm out and about building an empire that crosses borders, that crosses age groups, that crosses media platforms and more.  But just because I’m doing all that, it doesn't mean that I haven't put this match at he forefront of my attention.  I want that National Elite Championship more than you can ever know, and I will be pouring out every drop of blood, sweat, and energy just to get the chance at it!  [/size]

[size=15]Now I know that you don't want me to be one of the final two in this five way match, just like you didn't want me to be one of the final two in the ring of Fire. I know that you're scared to take me on one on one. I know that you're dreading having to stand toe to toe with hands down the single greatest professional wrestler alive today. You know I'll leave you mangled, and embarrassed, and burnt to a crisp when you step into that ring with me. Johnny you say I'm a big joke, funny. By night’s end I'll be the one laughing as your smoking carcass is wheeled into an ambulance. Johnny, you don't want to fuck with me, you're on my hashtag hitlist already, don't make yourself the top target. Because faster than you can blink your eyes I will put you down and end you!  You think it was hard getting out of the gettho, just wait till I send you back in your brand new wheelchair![/size]


[size=15]Tonight, all of you are gonna see the devil in Mark Michaels, you're all gonna walk away worst for wear, and when it's all said and done, the smoke clears and the ashes settle, I'm the only one who'll be left standing. Because I'm the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero, and in a matter of minutes , the number one contender to the National Elite Championship, so all of you can Picture THAT! “[/size]


[size=15](Michaels drops the mic, and walks out of the frame towards gorilla position.)[/size]



[size=15]FADE TO BLACK.[/size]

[size=15]The Extreme Enigma Fatal Fourway Elimination Match @ Pain For Pride, Promo #6[/size]




[size=15]Thursday, 1:09 A.M.,  Newark, New Jersey. [/size]


[size=15](The scene opens inside the hotel room of Solomon Caine. The camera sweeps over the room, slowly  bringing into frame a waste basket in which various pieces of paper and small pieces of broken furniture peek out the opening. On the basket is a text made from a dark stain which reads ‘within lays the future within lays the past. All rendered void’. [/size]

[size=15]The camera continues to pan up slowly to reveal a man who is on mistakable to any who seen him. He is the being known as Solomon Caine. He stands over the basket with several items in his hands. Photographs of his opponents at the upcoming pain for pride event. [/size]


[size=15]Caine: “And now here, with so little precious time before the chosen hour. With only a handful of moments before the Great War is waged. Here We stand before the world. We stand before those whom belittle and mock us. We stand before the ones who cling with all desperation, to the same frailties, and defects that have brought them to their ultimate demise. We once more plead with them to open their eyes, for their own sake. We implore them to accept all that fate has in store for them. [/size]

[size=15]We say this, for our flesh both praises the sacrifice to come, and loathes it that it must take ones so young. We rejoice at all that shall be done to bring about all we have foretold, and we mourn for those who could have served a greater purpose, but instead threw away all the potential they had shown by becoming slaves to the demons that poisoned each of their minds. [/size]

[size=15]Is that why in the eternities we searched, only one was willing to listen?  Only one was able to free himself from the shackles his mind were held prisoner with. Only one cast off his vanity, his ineptitude, his infirmary. He casted these off in our name. He did so that he may become our messenger, and now we have bestowed the honor of becoming our flesh upon him.  Now salvation is his. Now he is ours. [/size]


[size=15]And thru him the wretches of this earth shall meet their deserved ending. They shall know horrors that not even we speak of.  You shall reap all that you have sown, you shall swallow all of the bitter drink that you have made for yourselves. You heathen masses are an infection, and we are bringing about the cure. [/size]

[size=15]Tarah, Smiles, Marx, Oh how sad is it that each of you brought a miserable fate upon yourselves. Our flesh mourns as it once did for allies. It weeps for all of you once could have shared in a better life. All of you would have rule over this world, once our glorious reign had taken hold. We could have molded you from roughened clay, to become kings and queens. Now we must lay your bodies low. We must break you in every fathomable way. We must rend your flesh. We must break your spirit, we must shatter your minds, and we must tear out your goddamn hearts!  You pay a far greater price than blood at week’s end. The world to come  shall not remember you. No tear shall fall, nor any monument to your honor.  “[/size]





[size=15](Caine holds up he first Picture, an image of Target Smiles that he holds firmly in between the tip of his thumb and the fleshy part at the base of his index finger.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “Target Smiles, you claim to have overcome your own personal demon of arrogance. Yet you see no arrogance in all that you speak. That is the problem.  Like the rest of the masses, you have become blinded to your own faults, to your own iniquities.  You know you are imperfect, but you know not why.  [/size]

[size=15]We asked what made anything you spoke credible, and here now you still have not answered. You still evade confronting the truth we speak.   You speak of your charity, you speak of your frugality. We care little about how you use money. For silver and gold are not the greed we refer to. We spoke of how you were greedy for your rotten desires. We spoke of how you are greedy for glory that belongs not to you. We spoke of your greed for the souls and minds of men. [/size]

[size=15]And now You have found a gathering of filth with whom all you do astounds, and amazes. Whom bask in every word you speak, and showed you with adulation. Could those who carry you upon their shoulders lift you up from the grave? Could any praise for you shield you from everything we are about to do onto you?  No, it could not.[/size]

[size=15]There is not a man or beast that walks that can prevent what lies ahead for you.  You think you've fallen to the lowest valley, smiles you haven't left level ground. You have not seen dark times nor their consequences. You know not a pain that leaves you confined to an existence watching the world live blissfully ignorant. Unaware of how short their time is. [/size]

[size=15]You have never see the aftermath of tragedy as we have. You have not felt the heat creeping up your body, you have never witnessed those who stood by your side spend their final moments in agony. You have never have never had to bare that loss, as you yourself were preserved. [/size]


[size=15]Do not speak to me of dark times Target Smiles. Our flesh bore witness to them, and we shutter at the thought of seeing them again.[/size]


[size=15] We shall not allow this. We shall see this world born anew. We shall make it perfect, we shall make it as it was before the heathens twisted, and corrupted it, AND TOOK THE LIVES OF MY BROTHERS!!!!”[/size]


[size=15](Caine stares intensely at nothing. He inhales deeply, his body tension loosens up.)[/size]


[size=15]Caine:  “We know you Target Smiles. We know you well. We have looked deep into your mind, and even deeper into your soul. We know your worth, and you are not worthy of possessing the golden key to the fire. [/size]

[size=15]Target Smiles, there is much you shroud of yourself. You cover your face, but there is no masking your words, or thoughts, or actions. There is no hiding away all that you do, and there shall be no covering to hide you from being sacrificed and making us whole.  The world shall see you exposed for all that you are, and all that controls you, when you are laid down upon the altar at Pain For Pride. [/size]

[size=15](Caine let's the photo fall. It lands in the basket.  He takes out the next photo, that of Tarah Nova, and cradles it in the palm of his hand.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “Tarah. Oh poor Tarah. It amuses us how you try to put on this show for those you claim to lead. It makes us erupt with the grandest of laughter when you almost deceive yourself, and nearly convince yourself that what you speak is truth. You speak of the false idols you stood side by side with, but you were never their equal. You were merely their conquest that they would boast of to the world. You were merely a pawn to draw the ire and envy of men about those so called kings. [/size]

[size=15]And yet there was so much more that laid beneath the surface. If only you would have let it run free, it might have led you to rule over a paradise. Instead you suppressed it for the sake of the unwashed masses and their praise. You sacrificed eternity, for a moment that shall soon be forgotten. Do not deny it Tarah. The filth that live in this world pay lip service praise to few, that they might turn around and see them brought to rack and ruin in their prime. Those who bow before your feet now Tarah, they shall wait for you turn your back to them, and plunge a dagger into you. That is the nature of these vile and envious creatures.[/size]

[size=15]You are young, and in such a short time you have done mighty things. But you are influenced by those who would have you dragged down to the darkest depths that they would take your place.  You are their leader, but even now as we speak they conspire against you. What should coke about if you acquire the ultimate In Victory, and take both the key and the Throne?  How long till they bring about a plot against you? How long till you are made as Julius Cesar?  [/size]

[size=15]How long shall you worship the fallen?  How long shall you cling to them? You know not what hardship it is to live for the dead. We do. Our flesh does. Long ago we felt as you did. We were shown the error of this way. We must let what is gone, be gone. That is what we must do with you Tarah. We wish it weren't so, but your pride, your addiction to the adulation of the masses, it has stolen you away past the point of no return.  Though it stings us, we must leave you to the fate you have carved out for yourself. We must leave you to burn amongst the heathens. [/size]



[size=15]Awaken child, while you still have the chance.  put aside your ego, and awaken the beast that dwells inside you. Already we see it stirring, do not muzzle it, nor let it lay dormant. Awaken!!!  For we shall hold nothing back when we strike you. We shall leave no piece of you battered and broken!  We shall let flow from you a river of blood the same as we would a man. We shall show no mercy.  We shall not  be lenient with you.  We shall not remember the sixteen you slaughtered for us, nor shall we allow you to take the key of fire. [/size]

[size=15] cast off that which cripples you, bring forth that which earned fear to your name, and  meet the End Of Ages with dignity.”[/size]



[size=15](Caine takes a long look at the photo before allowing it to slide out of his hand and tip into the waste basket.  He hold up the next photo. A rare snapshot Of Ryan Marx.)[/size]


[size=15]Caine: “Ryan Marx. Do you truly believe they are your life in the realm of eternity?  When all of them are made made nothing but dust blown about by the gentlest breeze how will they preach all that your mind had pondered?  Or all that your body had preformed. When they all lay before you of victims of all that we have brought about, who will tell the world of you?  You speak of how your legacy shall live on after death, how the body means nothing to you. Ryan Marx if you do not understand than when the world witnesses the end your flesh, they shall turn away from all you have spoken. All the deceptions you have passed off as the truths of the universe, the lies that you called the meaning of life.  When we smash your skull between our hands. When you scream for mercy till we tear your tongue out of your mouth. The world will see where the path of these words and thoughts lead, and turn from you, to us. [/size]

[size=15]You once again speak of the Sanitorium. What else could you have to ponder of them?  You see the body of Zack Crash here and now. But was it not just before he crossed our path that he was held as a man of power?  Did he not bend the will of men to his own before we sacrificed him on the day of Shock Value?  Behold him now. All but powerless. Made ridicule of. And far and away from harming all the great beast has planed. You speak Of Y2IMPACT seeking to inflict his wrath upon HeartBreak Gal. Strange how he ended up far away from the Sanitorium. How he bickers with the one whom he so cherished. I You speak of Eclipse Diemos no longer possessing the golden glory. How it now sits in the hands of Drastik, whom we promised to hunt down till what he holds was ours. We long ago foretold of this and now we are but a stone's throw from seeing its fruition. Have  you never pondered how he in such a short time he went from one who hid himself away from the world, to becoming its champion?  It is all as ourself has designed. The key leads to the golden glory, Is that not why you seek the it?  That you might posses your own?  How little you heathens see both in foresight and hindsight. How you do not hear when we had told you that all we have done with the Sanitorium, was but a means to an end. And now that we have told you of what lays on the path behind us, allow us to foretell the path ahead. With our victory at Pain For Pride we shall possess the key that shall lead us to the eyes of the world. With it we shall take that golden glory from whom ever holds it, and with it the eyes of the masses shall weep. for at that moment they shall see that all we spoke is true. They shall weep for they will witness our rise. They shall witness their downfall. Wether it be Tiberius, or Drastik, or any other. We shall soon be coming to do onto them as we shall soon do onto you. [/size]

[size=15]And of Eclipse Diemos. We ask you to ponder What shall come about when HDRO meets his end. [/size]

[size=15]We do not loath your questions Ryan Marx. We merely ask what good should come from repeating them to no end.  Is not such the definition of insanity?  Does not expecting a different answer when nothing has changed, is that not lunacy?  We say to you listen. Hear us. We wish for you to truly understand, for our words are not for our own good. They are for yours. We have spoken this time and again. And as often as we have said it, you turn a deafen ear to it. We wish for you to understand, for somewhere in our flesh lies a needle of remorse that one such as yourself should meet the fate you are headed towards. How it wishes you would come to your senses and save the ones who follow you. How it yearns to see you take place in the glorious reign, and spread its truth to be nations. How our flesh feels remorse at what must be done onto you. For though a great man is ended, and great multitude may survive the great fire in his place. Though his words shall lie dead, his example of what becomes of those who stand against the fire, shall linger on. Though he placed his hopes in five high towers that became his prison, with their destruction, many were set free. [/size]

[size=15]You doubt our power. Many have. We shall be most glad to demonstrate it at Pain For Pride. We shall rejoice as our strength brings you to your knees. We shall laugh heartily as we see fear shatter your gifted mind. We shall show you with action how pointless all you say and think of us truly is. We shall look into your eyes and see what is behind them coming to the realization of what we are. And With your sacrifice upon the altar, we shall become what we must to bring about all that we have foretold. [/size]

[size=15]Can you comprehend all this Ryan?  Does the meaning of all I say penetrate thru the thick wall of ignorance?  And if you could not understand all that we spoke of, the corruption of the earth, the cleansing that is coming, and the glorious reign rising up in its place than what good should it do to repeat it all?  You would cling to your high pillars with all your might, but what shall come about when they crumble and fall down upon your head?  What shall come about when the foundation of all you believe erodes beneath your feet?!  When all that you have built your church upon, lays shattered, what shall become of Ryan Marx. [/size]




[size=15]Ryan Marx we promise you not just utter destruction your small comprehension of pain. We promise you not just the end of your flesh. But  We promise to burry all that you wish to spread, your words, your text, your follower, your pillars, into the the grave along with you. We promise to make you see before we bring about your end. How in your last moments you will understand how great the folly of all that you pursued, all you cherish, all you have dedicated your life towards, was all in vain. And we promise you Ryan, that you shall curse the day you discovered all these things. [/size]
[size=15]You shall hate what the hands of Destiny have brought you to. You shall curse yourself that you could not escape all that it had stored up for you. You shall weep bitterly for you shall know our words are the truths that cannot be shaken. Our foretellings shackles that cannot be broken or picked. You shall rue the day you discarded our warnings, and paid no heed to the wisdom within them. [/size]



[size=15]You spoke of your hardships, how thru the years they made you who you are now. You are welcome. [/size]

[size=15]Step forth that we might bring about the End you desire. The End you so rightfully deserve. Bring your beloved that she might witness with her own eyes all that we have spoken of coming to pass. Learn a lesson that every mind must face. History is written by the victorious. History is written by us.”[/size]


[size=15](Caine crumples up the photo and tosses it into the basket. He hold up one last picture. One of himself. Though the face is younger, it most certainly must be him.)[/size]


[size=15]Caine: “And here is our flesh laid to rest. And with it, all the weakness it bares. All of the infirmaries it holds. The weakness named mercy. All of it, dead and buried, never to rise again. Forever shall it remain dead, and forever shall our glorious reign rule over this world. When the flood of fire sweeps over it, we shall rejoice. When the masses within it parish in the worst imaginable fate. When the empires and armies of this world are crushed under our feet. [/size]

[size=15]There shall be no mourning, or weeping. There shall be no memorial in their honor. There shall be no regret at having brought forth their End.”[/size]



[size=15](Caine let's his picture fall into the waste bucket before pulling out a zippo lighter.)[/size]


[size=15]Caine: “Thru fire, we shall all be cleansed.”[/size]



[size=15](Caine tosses the lighter into the bucket, immediately the contents inside catch, and soon are but crackling cinders.)[/size]


[size=15]Caine: “Heed our words, for all that we are saying, it shall be so.” [/size]



[size=15]The End is near[/size]

[size=15]The 24/7 Battle Royal @ Pain For Pride, #6[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens inside the Roof Nightclub in New York. Between the posh atmosphere, and the over priced drinks, it's easy to see that this particular club caters exclusively to affluent. It's here that we find EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, seated comfortably at the bar, and dressed impeccably in his black virgin Italian wool suite by Hugo Boss, his as he sips his Tom Collins as the camera takes place beside him.  A sigh escapes Michaels’ lips as he swallows down a gulp of his cocktail. A Brief moment later, Michaels sets down his his glass and turns to the camera.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “You know, there's nothing like a well made cocktail after having put a few of these big headed bitches on blast. And after having thoroughly done so today, as well as putting in a hell of a set at the gym, I can take a moment to relax and soak in that Pain For Pride is just about flirty eight hours away. Fourth eight hours till that bell rings and I become the new Mister 24/7. Forty eight hours till I shove the selfies of me holding that contract, right In face of all my haters. Forty eight hours before I stand vindicated and validated as the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots. [/size]


[size=15]It's been a long time coming to me, all I need to do is wait out those forty eight little hours, and that contract will be as good as mine. [/size]



[size=15]Now sure, the dumbshit dickheads who are stepping across from me at Pain For Pride are gonna give a bunch of bullshit excuses as to why that's not gonna happen. But the fact of the matter is that there isn't a goddamn thing they could do to stop me.  See when I set my mind to it, you better believe that one way or another, sooner or later, I get exactly what I want. [/size]


[size=15]Oh it's true Johnny Nova. Judging from that little rant you went on, I think safe to say you're starting to crack under the pressure. Oh yeah, don't feel bad. It tends to happen to a lot of guys like you.  You come in to the company, get thrown to the wolves, and then poof, your gone, never to be seen again.  Now I'm sure you convinced yourself that your this big, had, og mother fucker, who is gonna run roughshod over everybody in the ring. But anyone with half a brain can see that your nothing more than a scared little boy who got tossed into a den filled with hungry lions.  Enjoy your Pain For Pride kid, sign a few autographs, take a few pictures, get wasted at the after party. But don't think for a even a second that you are gonna fare any better than the rest of the deadweight that I'm gonna toss over the top rope. And get any idea you have about winning the whole damn thing, out of your your head right now.  Because when  that bell rings,  it's gonna be all Mark Michaels, from start to finish. [/size]


[size=15]And Jon McAdams. Seems you can't go a moment without dropping my name. Now my career is far from bullshit. Not to say it hasn't had its share of pain In the ass moments. But on the whole, the future is just as bright as it has always been. And what's better is knowing that I didn't need to pay off some jackass to do my dirty work, so that I could get my first and only title reign on the C plus brand of EAW.  When I win this 24/7 battle royal, and the championship match to follow, there won't be any bullshit to excuses. There won't be some henchman, or an alternative lifestyle partner in my corner, like there was with you.  When my hand is raised it won't be because of the shenanigans or bullshit, like every single one of your victories came about from.  No, When I hold Championship gold around my waist, it will be because I am simply the greatest professional athlete in EAW today. Get ready Johnny, because  all your talk about a sovereign crusade, and a grand design, is about to come to a screeching halt at Pain For Pride. You might be a survivor, but you sure as hell aren't better than perfect. And when I kick both you, and Mike Showman’s, no class having asses all over MetLife Stadium, we’ll see that glass ceiling shatter like your teeth after I hit you with a Screen Cracker. [/size]


[size=15]Darkane, shut up. Just shut the fuck up. Because there isn't a thing worth a damn that comes out of it anyways.  You don’t respect me, that's fine because I couldn't give two shits what you think. When we step into the ring, it won't be a tweet that sends you right over the top, nope it'll be this size twelve boot kicking you square in the ass!  You want to throw down Darkane, go right on ahead, I'll be only too happy to plant your fucking skull into the canvas. And before you know it, you'll go from staring up at the lights in a daze, to gazing at me in the center of the ring with my hand raised in picture perfect clarity. [/size]

[size=15]Poor, naïve  , little Haruna. As hard as it was to listen to That broken English of yours, I could just manage to hear something along the lines of you still thinking you have a shot of winning this Battle Royal. Let's see if I can make this simple enough for you to understand stand. You. No. Chance. In. Hell. Win. [/size]

[size=15]You get what I'm saying sweetheart?  You understand that you are about to step into the ring with the absolute best to ever step into the ring. And right now he's desperate for a win.  I want that contract more than you can realize Haruna. I would hate having to hurt a little thing like yourself, but I'll get over it.  You best just Eliminate yourself, and Azumi while your at it, because I'm coming thru like a fucking hurricane. And you don't want to be caught in my path. [/size]


[size=15]Teddy Hilfiger, you're still here?  I figured you would have smartened up and called for your chauffeur to get you as far away from here as humanly possible. I guess you're dumber than you look. Oh well, I guess I just have to kick your overprivileged ass up and down the Meadowlands.  Tell me something Teddy, what makes you anymore qualified to win than Johnny Nova, Kaise Boetius, or any of the other newbies in this match?  If the only thing you can come up with is ‘the people daddy pays to kiss my ass told me I'm good.’, than pal you are in for either a really long night, or a really short one. Because you're not out there in a soaring match. There's no kid gloves, or head gear to protect you from getting kicked upside the head. You are a guy who's had everything you've ever gotten handed to you. And you are about to step into the ring with thirty three guys who have had to work themselves to the bones to get here. So what makes you think that they won't each be looking to take out a piece of your rich ass as they ship you back home to papa in a body cast? Teddy, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, because this is the biggest show of the year, and there is way too much on the line for anybody to take it easy on your silver spoon licking ass!  Teddy of all the guys in this match, you're the one who belongs here the least. Why don't you come back when everything you own, and every dollar to your name, and every bit of fame comes from your own hard work. And not your father’s. [/size]



[size=15]Oh and what do we have here?  It seems that Irish thorn in my side finally decided to show his ugly fucking face.  You know Tig, as long as I've been here in EAW, you've been the biggest pain in the ass I've ever had to deal with. From my debut match where JJ Silva ran out like a little bitch. To just a few weeks on Dynasty when you cheated me out of a win. It seems like every where I go, every time I turn around, there's Tig Kelly again.  And like always, someway, somehow, you manage to fool the management round here, there you're the better of the two of us.  That's why when I heard the rumors floating around that you were entering this 24/7 Battle Royal, I jumped at the chance to enter it as well. Because  not only do I need that 24/7 contract, I need to beat you. I need to prove to the world exactly what both of already know. That Mark Michaels is, was, and always will be, better than Tig Kelly. [/size]

[size=15]I need to prove this Tig. I need it worst than a five dollar hooker needs another bottle of Guinness to be able to touch you. I need this because for too long I've been passed over and pushed aside for your Leprechaun ass. You talk about fighting and clawing your way up the undercard, mother fucker your ass has been privileged since Before House Of Glass 2015!  Monroe and his yes men have been bending over backwards to kiss your ass for the longest time. This weekend, I am putting an end to all of that. This is my time. This is my match. You are going to get my absolute best and this time there won't be a question that Between us, in the best.[/size]


[size=15]At Pain For Pride you all are going to get torched in the ring, by the hottest thing to ever hit EAW. Each and every one of you are in for an A-List ass kicking from bell to bell!   I am going to unload two long, excruciating years worth of frustration on each and every one of your asses!  When I'm standing tall in the middle of the ring, I will shatter every doubt, every preconceived notion about Mark Michaels that this company has about me.  I am coming to break thru in the biggest way possible, and with one match, one win, I will etch my name into the EAW history books!  Pain For Pride is where the best of the best become immortals. And there is. It a man alive better than Mark Michaels. [/size]


[size=15]You all are about to see the absolute best of the  Twitter Trendsetter, the instagram icon, the hashtag hero. The finest from the man whose skills are unparalleled by any other in the entire industry. You are all getting to see first hand what has earned me an army of followers, you are all gonna get to see the single greatest professional wrestler alive today!  And one by one you are all gonna bow down before the undisputed Social Media Champion, and the new mister 24/7. You are all gonna be bested by “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels. And like it or not all of you are gonna Picture THAT at Pain For Pride!”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels raised his glass in a mock toast before taking another sip.)[/size]



[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

 
Your fire has always burned so brightly, Aria. It’s always been so fiery that people haven’t had a choice but to get behind you. That’s probably why even when they want to hate me so damn much, it’s hard not to get behind me at least a little when I’m on a roll. See, I think people just want to hate me right now because I have been that barrier between you and being the champion. It started at Empress of Elite where I think people were so anxious to see you repeat and make amends for the way it all turned out that first time around. But it didn’t happen. Flash forward a few months later and I’m sitting with the brand new Women’s Championship on my shoulder and watching you fight Sheridan Müller to decide the next contender. I never wanted anything else than what I go, a match with you. That’s always been the competition since Day 1. We were just two bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, sassy bitches looking to walk in here and turn this place on its head from the start. In a way we did. And in a way, we were also turned on our own heads and slapped around a little bit. But every moment we were supposed to fold up our tent, pack our belongings and head back home… something else happened instead. We bucked the system. When the legends felt us creeping in, they always upped the ante. We never belonged here and we were never good. You took it and ran with it and became this world beater. For me, that stuff seeped into my head just enough to develop that chip you like to bring up so much. Every moment since the beginning has been something to learn from. You win, you learn. You lose, you learn even more. You lose big time, you get your ass back up and head to the gym and start training again. We have DNA unlike everyone else here. I was never content to just wait. When someone tells me to wait my turn, I cut that line by fighting my way higher. The line can wait in their spots happily. I’m going to pass them like they’re standing still. That’s never been popular with all of those girls, but if they wanted it as much as I do they’d put in just as much work to make sure they get this same chance. I was never born to be here. I was never born to be a champion. I was told a long time ago that I might never be good enough to make it as a professional wrestler. I’m still told these things today. And every single person who tells me that somehow tries to continue to say it even after I kick their worthless asses all over the mat. But I can’t hold you accountable for any of that, because all you ever do is insist that I belong here and that I’m capable of anything.
 
With the exception of very few, I’m not sure I can think of a person that holds me in a higher regard than you, Aria. But that’s because you know what happens when we get in the ring together. No matter whether we’ve been friends or enemies or whatever, there’s always been a certain level of magic that occurs. Cameron’s going to read that and burst into laughter. Then she’s going to walk out of New Jersey on Monday still in awe at the match she just took part in. That’s just what we do. For my side of this, I think it’s because of the determination I have to be better than you. Because of what we’ve done together and separately, we’re always going to be thrown into a small window together and compared and contrasted and pulled around until someone’s argument can come to the conclusion of which one of us is truly the best. And even that decision might spurn yet another debate that almost devolves into a fistfight. What will separate us in the end are just a few moments along the way. This is probably one of those moments. I just really think this moment is going my way because you’re catching me at the worst of times. The feeling I have going into this match, the pace of my heartbeat, it’s exactly what I felt when I destroyed Haruna to take the Specialist’s title. It’s what reverberated within me when I beat Eris and HBG. It’s what I felt when I beat Cam before Empress of Elite, the win that gave me the momentum I need to keep on down the road and win the whole damn thing. And it’s what I felt when I flipped out of Sheridan’s signature move and took her down to the mat to become the first Women’s Champion. My hearts been beating wildly for awhile now, waiting for another chance to get in the ring. And Cleopatra played games, keeping me out of the ring as much as possible as she tried to mess with my head. All she did is enrage the beast within me to focus even more energy on this moment. Was I supposed to be here? I honestly don’t know. But I also don’t care to dwell on the past and how this decision was or wasn’t made. I want to be here more than Aria can imagine, even when she’s preaching just how much she wants to be in this match. And my hunger to walk into Pain for Pride and unleash absolute fury on both Cam and Aria is insatiable to the point I would be worried if I were either of them. They should worry what I’m capable of doing to them. They should be worried what I’m willing to do to myself to make sure I’m the one who wins this match. They should be worried about letting their guard down for even a second. The aggression that they’ll see in this match has no compare. What I do will be legendary.
 

Aria looks at that title and she wants to do all the things I’ve done and more. She wants to hold that title close and defend it like I did. She wants to relax backstage and sleep in as she keeps it in her possession like Cameron has. This is just a different time in this company to call yourself a Vixen. Women who came before us and couldn’t make it to this point, they just never understood how to survive. The fact that all three of us are here not only makes us survivors of this revolution, it means we’re at the tip top of a food chain that everyone wants to be near the top of. You go from woman to woman and you hear them talking about climbing mountains and hills and ladders and you realize that there isn’t a woman in this division right not that doesn’t realistically dream of being in the same spot that we are. They will never stop coming and not a single one of us can ever take a moment off or they will do to so many what Aria and I have already done to the voices from the past. You can go down the list and you’ll find them, and you can even see some from the past still holding on and trying to find that new thing to grab on to that will pull them from the ground back into prominence. Of course every one of us sees ourselves strutting out of New Jersey as the Women’s Champion, but only one of will actually be able to do it. I’ve listened to Aria do her same thing all week, tiptoeing around our bad history and putting it all out there that she thinks this match will come down to me and her in the end. I can’t help but agree, but only because I’ve been in the ring with both my opponents before. I do believe Cameron is capable of anything, but I just can’t deny what I’ve seen this week. Cameron wants this, but maybe not as much as Aria. And surely not as much as me. No one will leave this match in any less of a position than they are right now. No one will be looked at as bad if they don’t win. But one of us will be looked at as a champion and a winner at the biggest Pain for Pride to date. We all have dreams, and only one of those will be realized. We all have wants and needs, and only one of us will leave truly happy. Aria wants me to believe this match belongs to her. For me to accept that belief is to accept the truth that she deserves anything over me. I don’t believe in Aria as my champion, because that’s accepting defeat. I will never accept a defeat. None of her dreams or beliefs can stop me from doing what I set out to do in this match. Not a thing she says or does will stop me from walking down that ramp at Pain for Pride, bucking the trend of tacking a backseat to the fan favorite and walking out of there with the Women’s Champion. Someone out there probably says Aria deserves that. We deserve another first-time champion and it would be really awesome and grand to see her as the next Women’s champ. Well fuck that person. Cailin Dillon is here to be a two-time Women’s Champion. And there’s not a thing you can do to stop me.

 
You built this division? Oh please… You didn’t build this division, this division was built around you by the other hard working Vixens of your time. Because if you really did build this division, you should still be holding your Specialist Title reign or you would have been put into Women’s Title contention but nope you’re stuck playing mind games with Cleopatra. If you really did build this division, Tarah then you should not have stuck to the Vixen crap when you were the champ. You could have pushed the idea of a Women’s Title way before your fellow Sirens should up and got the ball rolling in but you didn’t because either you truly didn’t care of the Vixens or you were glad to keep the label on forever. If you truly are the leader of this place then WHY DIDN’T PUSH FOR THE IDEA THAT THE VIXENS DESERVED MORE THEN SOME CLUSTER FUCK OF A MATCH AT PFP TWO YEARS AGO?! See Tarah, playing these kinds of games are easy, mentioning your PFP Record or commenting out on my marriage with Haruna must be easy for you. I could totally do the same and reference the fact that your current squeeze used to be my Ex and you got my leftovers with him but I see it as a waste of time and effort because that has nothing to do with the fact that regardless of who your boyfriend is, you will forever be a Below Average Piece Of Trash! So please do watch your tongue when you think about mentioning my marriage or Haruna because if you do along with a concussion that you will get from me, you’ll have a ripped out tongue as well.
 
See I don’t believe in the false hype of Tarah Nova. I don’t see anything worthwhile because just like the woman herself, it’s overrated.
 
I’m the Ace Of Empire than anything. The Ace means that the person who calls themselves that is a figurehead when it comes down to wrestling talent, THE BEST WRESTLER. Clearly calling yourself a leader hasn’t stepped up your game anyways since you’re still worthless as always for this company. Remember no cared about Tarah Nova till she those matches with Cameron in 2014 because really no one wanted to care about “Generic Anti-Vixen” #6. No one really needed to give a shit about some girl who preached about being a Vixen Killer. I, on the other hand, have made people to give me their attention with my statements that I make, I tell people that have constantly looked down upon me including our Bold & Fearless Leader that I’m talking to right now. The Supergirl Of EAW, not the Quinn or some Anti-Hero but the girl scout and let me tell you this Supergirl, I’m going to be your Kryptonite when our match start. I’m going to dent your skull with my knee on my way to doing the same to both Kimi and Amelie.
 
There’s this amazing armor around Tarah Nova right now. It’s her Ego and her stupidity protecting her from harm because if anything happens she’ll apparently turn into Vixen Killer and slay anyo--. I don’t care. That whole thing didn’t help Tarah win the Specialist Title from Brody. It certainly won’t help in your eventual loss to me. So be whatever you feel like, a Fake Leader, an Edgy Vixen Killer or a Below Average Hall Of Famer. I’m still going to dent that suit of armor you have on and as it crumbles, I fire one last shot to the skull of it and once your ego is shattered, I will stand above you in a Complete and utter victory.
 
See I could care less about Tarah Nova right now, but I’m forced to talk about her because she’s in my way. On the path to becoming the Absolute Greatest, I have to get through a giant roadblock that she is but I’m going to tear through it all on till I reach that point and the entire roster know that I am simply The Best Wrestler! I will gladly accept any denial of that because I’ll get change your opinion by driving my knee right into your face. I’ll do Cleo’s work for her and put you away for good as you continue to drop down the rankings and I climb to claim the Ultimate Glory. I will burn the Division and this leader “created” and rebuild it in my image. I’ll make this place into a jungle and only the strong will survive in my image of this place along with me at the top of this jungle. As! The! Ace! As the top wrestler of this brand and finally after months of just clawing to get that respect, I WILL NOW FORCE IT OUT FROM THE ROSTER!! I don’t care if people see it as fear or respect, I will make this division realize that standing right now in front the camera is their Empress Of Empire!


And it’s going start by winning this match and going on to win at PFP. I’ll make it clear right now to Elitists of Voltage, Showdown, and Dynasty. I’m here to win it all and use it as a platform for my future.

Burning Desire Promo #6


(The scene opens Backstage at the Barclay Center. It's here that we find ourselves at the interview area for tonight's Burning Desire super show. And the subject of this interview time? None other than EAW's undisputed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. Michaels stands alone confidently in his ring gear with matching entrance vest, and gold rimmed Gucci aviators on his face. Michaels brings the microphone in his hand to his mouth.)


Michaels: "Finally. Finally the the moment that validates every single mile on the road, every session in the gym, every moment studying film. Finally, I am about to receive everything that has long been overdue to me. The time has come for me to take possession of my Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Championship!

I have waited for what has felt like forever, but now at long last all the hard work I have put in will be worth it. After I have finished kicking the ever loving shit out of two of the biggest pest I've had to deal with in my entire tenure here in EAW. I can't wait to walk out on that stage, and before all of my followers here tonight in Brooklyn, crush the two biggest cockroaches that are scuttling around the ring, under my boot!

This is a Moment that my career has been building towards since I re-signed with EAW.

Now I've already talked at length about how it ate away at me every single day I wasn't able to go out and do the one thing I was born to do. But I'll elaborate just a bit so that the two morons Can get it thru their thick skulls, that they have no fucking clue what a Burning Desire is! Not when either one of them stand in comparison to yours truly. They can't imagine what it is like to be left on the outside looking in. They don't know what it's like to be all but forgotten. And they sure as hell don't know just how much of a fire has been lit under me for this one. This Burning Desire in me, is roaring hotter than the fires of hell and damnation! I am a walking wildfire tonight, and I am gonna absolutely torch those two overhyped, underdeveloped dickheads in the ring.


Oh yeah, you better believe I'm gonna cut thru Anthony Leonhart like a hot knife thru butter. Because you're right, it won't be one of my friends, followers, or Subcribers who you go toe to toe with, no you get to stand face to face with the man whose speed, strength, and technique means that he can change up my style to whatever is needed to pull out a win. You wanna brawl? I can throw fist with the best of them. You want to go to the mat? No one can chain wrestle like I can. You are about to face off against the man who can outdo you at your own game. Take a good long look Anthony, because this is the man who is about to neuter the roaring lion!


This is perfection incarnate, and there is not a man, woman, or child who could ever say that they are better than Perfect!


And that goes double X-L for you Lucas. Well truth be told everything beside your dick is double X-L. I can't help but wonder how you're spending these last few minutes with my belt barely hanging on to your waist. Your probably out stuffing your face like always, I could actually care less what the fuck you're doing, I just don't want you to get grease stains on the belt, their about as big a bitch to get out as you were in agreeing to face me.

Now I know that in a few minutes your mouth is about to spew out a bunch of dumb crap that will only sound somewhat threatening BECAUSE YOU'LL SCREAM IT IN THIS DUMB, OAFISH TONE LIKE I AM RIGHT NOW. You can yell and scream and bitch all you want you ogre sounding son of a bitch, it's not gonna make a difference when that bell rings. Because when it does, I am fixing to unleash months of frustration on you. I am going to show you what inner fire really is, I am gonna burn your flabby ass from bell to bell! Tonight I am gonna show you exactly what a champion looks like, acts like, and how he preforms when the white hot spot light is set to shine on him! Get ready Lucas because the big match player is in the building and he's more than ready. You are about to be beaten from pillar to post, from the top to the bottom and back again all over the Barclay Center! Pack your bags Luke, because I'M sending you first class on the end of my boot back to your grandpa's farm!

This time Lucas, there's not a half dozen guys between us, there's no blindsiding me, there's no more bullshit. When that bell rings I am as good as headed to Pain For Pride as the Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion.


I am a legend in my own time, an icon of the industry, a goddamn superstar who will prove his greatness on the biggest stage this company has ever seen. This is my time Lucas, and there isn't a snowflake's chance in hell that you or anybody else is gonna be able to stop it.


You boys better get down on your knees and pray for mercy from the god of Professional Wrestling!


Right now Brooklyn, Get on up on your feet because you are about to be graced with the presence of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hastag Hero who has come to provide this city with a champion whom they can be proud of! The man whose Friends, followers, and subscribers have made him a national treasure and a citizen of the world. The man who will go down in history not only as the greatest New Breed Champion in history, but hands down the single greatest professional wrestler ever to step into the ring! Get hyped because the man you all paid to see is about to come and hand out two A-List ass kickings that have been overdue for delivery! This is the brightest burning star that EAW will ever know, the future face of he sport of professional wrestling, and the man who will have his hand raised as the next EAW New Breed Champion, and I just know that everyone who can get me can sure as hell Picture That!"


(Michaels tosses the Microphone as he heads for Gorilla Position.)


Fade To Black.

Alright, only a few days to go for the Grand Rampage and things have started to heat up here in EAW. Participants from across the three brands are throwing insults left and right in an attempt to convince people why they are better placed than anyone else to become the winner of the monumental match. Some of them have even targeted me and because I am a man who has never ever backed down from a verbal challenge, I shall send an answer to each and every one of them. So yeah, drop whatever it is you are doing and pay attention because shit is going to go down here!

So yeah, let’s start off with someone who is trying so hard to be relevant and interesting that in the end, he becomes nothing more but a dull broken record that keeps on uttering the same things over and over again. Yeah, I am talking about Lars Grier, a man who is so plain that he makes Nasir Moore’s crap sound like golden Shakespearean. Now first of all Lars, let me point out to you that if you don’t want to get entangled in a war of words with me or the People with Class in general then have a respectful tone when you are mentioning us maybe? Or better yet, don’t mention us because we simply cannot let anyone escape even though they might have said the slightest bit of crap about us. It’s our never losing attitude you see, we simply refuse to lose not only inside the ring but also in a war of words. But you, you wouldn’t know anything about winning now would you? I mean, I was there when you became the number one contender for the New Breed Championship after winning the Battle Royal at the Awards show and if you did train very hard and you are a wrecking machine like you claim you are then, where is your title? Where is the news flash that you have ‘destroyed’ the then champ Ryan Marx and won the title? What I see now is just a man who has secured some random victories and over hyping those little things in order to make himself big. The thing is, ever since that battle royal at the awards show, we might have taken different roads but now when we meet again, I stand miles before you after beating the top guns in Voltage in back to back matches. Not only me but Jon also has been doing the same and because of our combined efforts, The People with Class has reached a point where even the ‘veterans’ are jealous of us. Oh and by the way, you calling our roaster trash is quite a bold move especially when you see that your roster has a guy who is named ‘Pizza Boy’. Even then, all those guys on the roster I beat, all those guys whom you have called trash, most of them have been on Showdown. Hell, most of them have been on Dynasty too and while they may be on Voltage now they might be on Showdown after the event known as ‘draft’ and so, you indirectly are calling both Showdown and Dynasty or in other words, the whole men’s division in EAW trash with that one single statement. You see, this is another reason why you bore me, you talk without even trying to properly consider the things you are about to say even for one second. You don’t even stop and think about the truthfulness of the statements you produce and that gets you into trouble time and time again. Like that luck thing you just said, seriously? You think luck carried us thus far? Even for once you won’t consider something like, I don’t know, my intelligence? My presence of mind? You think it was luck that helped Jon win the Hardcore Championship? Nah man, it was my well planned and intelligent use of resources. I struck at a moment where I knew that Drastik will be at its weakest and so, he was unable to do anything when we destroyed him. It’s a beautiful thing you know, using your mind. But you, you wouldn’t know anything about that because after all, you are a man who only knows how to use his raw strength against everything no matter what the consequence. But hey, maybe after I eliminate you from the Grand Rampage even after experiencing your full ‘strength’, you too will try to understand how much powerful ‘intelligence’ is. Maybe after that, you too will try to be more like me, a man of class rather than a man of dumbness and stupidity. Well either way, it will all happen after you fail to win and so, rest in peace your dreams and ambitions!

Next, let me talk about a man whose very name is spelt wrong, Moongoose McQueen. Now first of all, it’s Mongoose and not Moongoose, get it? M-O-N-G-O-O-S-E. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with your spellings man? Didn’t you go to a place called school? No? Okay. Well Mongoose, let me tell you something very clearly, I am not here to modify anything of the past, I am here to reshape the future. The People with Class exist because we both want a classier EAW in the future, a place where class triumphs and mediocrity is punished severely. If I do go on to win the damn thing then it will be more along the lines of ‘reshaping the future’ rather than ‘making history’. Mongoose, you talk big about how you will kick my ass but the thing is, others before you have things along the same line but here I am standing before you as a man who has triumphed over all those guys. Their words did not save their ass from getting kicked and something along the same line is going to happen to you too. The thing is, you put too much attention in the ‘talking tough’ business and just like Lars, you throw out random shit in the hope that those will be effective. Not saying you both are same though because unlike Lars, you actually have a brain but still, that won’t be enough for you to become the victor because once you come in my radar, I am going to eliminate you. You might think that these are hollow words but if you can, just watch my most recent matches on Voltage and you will see that Mike Showman never utters a hollow word.  

Finally, we come to the legendary Tyrannosaurus Rex himself……nah, I am not going to go down the same road like that spelling error Mongoose did. Unlike him, I respect people who deserve it and so Rex it is. So Rex, I see that your main problem with me is that I brag about the same old things over and over again. According to you, I should go out there and create some more moments but here is the thing, Grand Rampage is going to be that event which sees Mike Showman create enough memories to last a lifetime. Ever since I joined this place, I have been waiting for this because I know that this is one event where I will be getting wrestlers from all the three rosters thus making this the best place to cement your name in the EAW record books. You know what Rex, if I eliminate you from the match then that will be something to brag about. If I become the man who destroys your road to Pain for Pride then that will be a great achievement and something new from all that Nasir Moore and Aren Mstislav crap. Also, now that I have mentioned those names, let me tell you something clearly, I want to move on from them man. I mean, after I beat Aren and Nas, I wanted new challenges but Nasir and Aren are simply refusing to let it go. Even after beating them, they need rematch after rematch just so that they can stay relevant by basking in my spotlight. So, if you want to blame someone for the ‘fresh moments’ thing, you can blame those two jokers. But yeah, back to the Grand Rampage, if I eliminate you Rex, will you be happy for me because I will finally have something new to brag about or will you be mad that I just ruined you chance of main eventing the biggest Pain for Pride in the history of this company? Will you be proud because of my updated popularity levels or will you be looking at ideas for a potential revenge against me? Rex, you know to stir people up but you have put little to no thought about the fact that this can motivate me in an entirely different way. You have tried your hand at gambling but now, things have backfired and that is going to cost you dearly on Saturday. Because if I happen to be in the ring at the same time as you then be rest assured that I will looking at ways to throw you over the top rope. I might be focusing my attacks on someone else but you will always be there in the back of my mind.


Have a nice day!

 
If I’m being flat honest with the world right now, I’ve been waiting for this all week. The moment Cloud Matsuda made such a crazy argument towards Aria Jaxon that she literally gave her the gas and handful of matches she needed to light a fire. And she did it. But even with that, I see the exact way to put out the flames and extinguish the hopes of both of these women when we meet for the Women’s Championship. I don’t care what Cloud thinks is going on in my head. I don’t care if they think that I’m somehow entitled. Their definition of entitled is so ass backward they prove my points every time they open their big mouths. And when it comes to Aria, it’s just a fight to the finish with someone who wants to say that we’re the same. But we aren’t the same. Not at all. And that will be proven at Malicious Intentions.
 
The funny thing is the whole argument from Stephanie and Meow that I’m entitled or becoming like the OGs or that I need to just swallow my pride and accept that they’re in this match. Wake. The. Fuck. Up. I’ve accepted you’re in this match so much that I’m going to deliver a beating that haunts your dreams. Even while continuing to say you don’t deserve to be here. You misjudge me saying that. You think I’m complaining that there are three people in this match now instead of two. I’m just pointing out what a sad and pathetic loser you are to have to completely abuse the system to get this opportunity. I find it funny, honestly. Because the desperation to be cared about is incredible. When you lose this match it’s going to completely crash down on you that you made such a horrendous mistake. There’s no reason, absolutely no reason, to think you couldn’t have actually fought your way into a position to earning this shot. But now it just all comes down to what one singular person tells you to do. You’re just the same person that complained that politics were against her, then took a big shot by showing your hand all at once and then playing those same alleged politics to make sure you got this shot. Even a week ago you were stomping around in Cleopatra’s office trying to get her to force me to defend the title that night. At this point, it’s like you’re asking for handouts. Pathetic. You can’t even decide what you want to do or who you want to be. So you brought in Meow, or worse yet she made you her personal bitch, to decide what to do from week to week. You think I can’t figure you out, but you’re not hard to understand at all. I see Meow is steering Cloud down the same road to multiple EAW championships and long reigns that she did with Carlos Rosso. Oh, wait. Oops… Here’s how I know how stupid Meow is. I’ve never underestimated Cloud Matsuda. Anyone who has is completely idiotic. I’ve never underestimated anyone. We live in a business now where everyone is so talented, you have to come ready for every match. You have to. I guess it could be asked if she has underestimated the challenge that actually exists ahead of her, thinking she’s just destined to play spoiler in this match. She wants so badly to put together this underdog, Disney Channel, puppy dog story of redemption where she becomes the champion and proves to exactly two people that they can’t move on without her. But no one moved on without her from some sort of exact design. It just happened. We’re all fighting for ourselves right now and, honestly, look how often we’ve actually fought. What Aria and I have right now, we did earn. People get what they deserve in this company, both good and bad. I took a chair shot at Pain for Pride because you stupidly thought I deserved that for deciding I didn’t want to be a part of the Formation bullshit anymore. Now you’re still out to punish us for something else. Until you actually figure out that you need to fight for something real here, fight for yourself and not for revenge, you will continually lose and fall short. That revenge isn’t enough to fuel you. And don’t even try this bullshit with me where you tell me it isn’t even about that old stuff, it’s so obviously still about that and now you’re trying to frame different words around it. The thing about you is you somehow believe you’re different. You for some reason think you bring some sort of new formula to this match that gives you an upper hand. That formula comes in a small bottle with a label that says Meow Itchingcream. But that won’t be enough to make this kingdom crumble.
 
It’s so important to you, Meow, that she becomes champion that you’re already endorsing all of the ways she’s going to pull this off. You’ll help her. The coven will help her. You are all the support and family that a toddler needs to get exactly what she wants. You call us out for crying about it? You want to say this is about life being unfair? What this is about is the ridiculous assumption that Stephanie would be a good champion because she is protected by friends. You don’t even have an ounce of respect for what any of this means. This is a cash grab by you. But the antidote to that is the two of you stepping into an arena where there’s no escape. Bring the whole coven, bring Eclipse and rest of the fucking Sanatorium and just try and fuck this match up. The last time I faced the Sanatorium, I stood on the winning side as the laid in the middle of the ring bleeding. I’m not scared of losing. I’m not scared of all the secret ways you think you can affect this match and turn it into a joke. I’m not mad about the Sirens. I’m not about Formation. You still want this to be about Tarah Nova for some reason… whatever. Karma doesn’t decide this match. Meow doesn’t decide this match. I will decide this match, and after it’s over Cloud should return to the coven to reinvent herself for the 1,000th time, and Meow should run on him the litter box she guards in Carlos’ retirement cottage. You’re done bitch. Your game is about to fall flat, and I’m about to kick you right back out of the EAW and back to where you belong. And Cloud, you’re going back to the back of the line again. If you don’t put up a fight and try to get back, that’s not my problem. But both of you can stop being baby back bitches about all of this once we get through this weekend. I hope you’re ready to hit reset and go back to the drawing board. You’re done.
 
Aria I assure you there is no jumping the gun on my part. I in no way believe you think you have this in the bag at all. There are a few reasons I’m going to win this match. I’m winning this as a message to the division that you better get in line and fight your way up this title if you want a chance at it. Cheating your way to the top by using some stupid ass manager or a weird alliance give you no place among the top competitors in this company. I’m winning this match because I was robbed of the chance to rightfully defend this title in my first try. I’m winning this match because it will be my absolute privilege to give you a loss. I don’t want to shy away from the fact that you are maybe my toughest competitor here. If anything, that’s what pisses off Stephanie and what Meow overlooks more than anything. No matter where this title is, we will always be putting up these legendary fights, and she might be standing backstage all giddy thinking she needs to run out like an idiot and wave her arms around like a wacky inflatable waving arm guy. She just wants to be a part of it all. I just want to beat you. And apparently, she doesn’t like that, or can’t appreciate or respect it. But it’s true, all we do is continue fighting for what we want and shrug off the people that want to hang on to our coattails. I can’t deal with her anger when it’s designed to draw attention. She literally acts like a child more than anyone I know for someone who wants to accuse others of acting childish or needing to grow up. For me, there is no worry about emotion being involved in this. You can’t get overly emotional. You can’t roll all that into this match and expect it to be what fuels you. That’s going to be exactly the weight that crushes you. And yes, she is fixated on hurting us and taking from us. I can’t tell you how many times she’s reminded me personally or publically that she’s the only one to really take something from me. She sees that as her top achievement in this company, I really think that. It’s not that she was the Specialist’s Champion. It’s that she beat me, indirectly, to do it and took it from me. And me? I don’t even give a shit about that. I’m not living in April 2016. It’s almost April 2017 for fuck’s sake. I don’t live in the past, that’s why I keep moving forward and keep achieving real things. Maybe that’s her biggest mistake, that she can’t get over the past. Even Meow wants to believe we’re upset about the Sirens or completely dwell on Formation. Both of them are stuck in a time that feels so long ago now that it’s hard to remember. What I remember is the relationships between us that built to this point. I want to beat you both because I know just competitive all three of us are. It was what brought us together as friends. It was what brought Cloud and I together as more. And it was what tore us all apart at different times. No one can co-exist when they want to be the best, not for an extended amount of time. I don’t feel bad for either one of you for what you’ve gone through. I don’t feel upset at the unfortunate way you became the footnote to history by losing at Pain for Pride. And I don’t feel bad that you now get to play a supporting role in my reign as Women’s Champion. Someone had to do it, why not the people who used to call me a friend?
 
I don’t want to compare this to that triple threat cage match. I just don’t think it compares at all. I don’t even feel like that woman anymore. I might have honestly escaped in that match. I think you were still fighting Veena when my feet hit the floor, unaware that I had even managed to make my way out. That feels like an eternity ago. Maybe that’s because in the weeks following that I had to defend that twice in 10 days, along with fighting the Vixen’s Champion and beating her on the 11th. What I am now is an evolution from that. And probably even a second evolution from the Empress of Elite tournament. I felt at a level I never imagined during that tournament. I don’t know why everyone always wants to believe I don’t belong here, don’t deserve to ever win anything and just don’t get me, but I come through for their disappointment every single time. I will never stop disappointing those people and I will never stop smiling about it every time. I can’t wait until I walk down the ramp to the loudest chorus of boos on Saturday. The haters can just enjoy it and fuck right off. They don’t get this. They can love you all they want, they can crane their necks in complete confusion about Meow and her pet Cloud, but they will just have to deal with what happens when I enter that ring. And that’s right, I’ll them they. I love the way they react to us and everything we do. I eat up all of that booing more than they realize. And it jut drives me further, gets me even more charged up to take down this person in front of me. This time there’s two, and challenge seems insurmountable when one of those people is openly admitting they plan to cheat in every way possible to win. But even with all of that, I’ll find the way to prevail.
 
I don’t think you understand how my security system works, Aria. I invite fuckers to try and come at me. You can kick open that unlocked door, but then you have to deal with what’s on the other side. That’s when you come face to face with the Eyes of Texas. After I kick you so hard you need dental surgery, you can feel free to wander around my apartment and lay on the couch in agony, but one thing you won’t put your hands on is the Women’s Championship. No person in this match has more tied into this than me. No person has more on the line than me, that’s the truth. I ain’t tripping. I’m coming into Seattle as champion and then I’m leaving as champion. The same way the Seattle Supersonics left the city high and dry and became the Oklahoma City Thunder. You two are just reduced to playing the other roles. The ones where you come in with expectations and finish way, way below what you thought was possible. I didn’t build this Empire alone, but I am the face of it. I am the one that stands at the top as it’s Empress and champion and that is not changing at Malicious Intentions. The greatest champions walk through storms and weather the damage to come out on the other side still standing tall. I’m walking through fire on Saturday. And when I come out as champion it won’t just be standing tall. It will be unscathed with a smile on my face. The time is now ladies. And, oh Cloud… tick tock bitch.

 
While I continue to lay quietly underneath the radar of most of the women in this Grand Rampage event, I must say that there is one person who stands out in their fuckery as a fake, hollow, shallow human being. All the glitz and glamor and blustering has made it very clear to me that the big time has gone to their head and what’s more they’re trying to convince you that they are a humble, demure little guppy hopelessly trying to swim in a shark tank and survive.


No, this title does not apply to the OG “Vixens” as they are known. While I find Kendra to be reprehensible and others in the group to be a little pompous, they are not liars. They see the truth as they feel it to be interpreted. Cameron and Kendra at least have had the careers and resumes to back up some of the brazen comments they have made. It would not surprise anyone in the universe if they came up victorious in the Grand Rampage.
It’s not Alexis, Jocelyn or Madison either. The first two strike me as a bit odd and Madison Is in that category of pompous bitch with Kendra, they are not liars. Maybe they manipulate the truth to some degree, but differences in opinion are not a guarantee that one side is completely devoid of truth. Azumi Goto is a little odd, but not a brazen liar. In fact, ever since her betrayal of her mentor and partner she has truly flourished because she chose to be what she truthfully was from the outset: a woman who craves attention as much as most would crave power.
We’re running out of prospects, aren’t we? Sophia Rose, who I do think is a little obsessed with her hatred of the likes of the Ava sisters and the Sanatorium, is no liar. In fact, she may be one of the more honest people in EAW today. Considering she spent the last few weeks hiding her identity though, I’m not totally sure if the bar is very high.
Then…. who is the person that I believe has become so petty and foolish that they are obsessed with their own legend? Who is the person who puts up the front of a good person when they are completely trash?


Haruna Sakazaki.


This girl has been the target of plenty of controversy and ire during her tenure in EAW and in the beginning I wondered why? She’s an innocent enough girl, right? Just a hardworking wrestler who models on the side trying to make a living and be inspirational, huh?


Such utter bullshit.


Haruna, I wish that you were as honest as the others. People like you disgust me with your backhanded comments and smiling façade. I’ve seen your wrestling and I know that you can be an absolute killer when you want to be. Why hide it? Why try to play up this side of your personality that everyone in the building knows is a front? I don’t need you to patronize me about training hard. My entire life has been hard, even the happy times. I don’t like my focus being called into question either. Everything that I’ve ever done, even shooting marbles on the side walk in elementary school, was done with focus and intensity. I know what this cup means, even as the rank outsider when it comes to professional wrestling. I know what it can do for my career and reputation. That is not lost on me. There are only three things in this world that you have ever dismantled:


Azumi Goto’s virginity.
The English Language
Your own reputation.


You, miss, are a liar and I can prove it with very little difficulty. For example, you say at this Pain for Pride event a long time ago that you were the only one left fighting as the women stood outside as you fought Tarah for the championship. That is wrong and you know it. Basically, those girls softened Nova up so you would have a shot at her, one on one. And, just like in all your previous title challenges, YOU FAILED. Everything was handed to you on a silver platter and you failed. Those people didn’t stop fighting because they felt like they had no chance or anything like that. They had your back and you let them down.


Another blatant lie. You talk about destroying Cloud or Stephanie Matsuda without any help from anyone. Do you not remember the Vixens Cup last year? You were on the verge of being beaten by Matsuda when you had an assist from the crowd to propel you to victory? You are not just distorting the facts, you are completely ignoring reality, girlfriend.You talk about how you’re this broken down, worn out warhorse of a wrestler who has grown bitter and mean. To me, you’re just a little kitten scratching on furniture trying to get attention. Barking loud and complaining about the love and treatment others get while constantly trying to get your way through manipulation, backhanded compliments, off-putting insults and immature behavior. If there is one person who is in need of extermination from existence that is in this match, it is you.


I’m sick of seeing all your online Twitter posts. I’m sick of you trying to figure out if you’re losing your mind or are happier and better than ever. And most of all I’m sick of the fact that you have no idea that I am in the Air Force, not the Army. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.


You are not someone I feel to take seriously as a human being. As a caged animal trapped in a corner, I take you seriously. And just like any diseased, deranged beast, you will be put down. Your fans, all twenty of them worldwide that are still left, may cry crocodile tears on your behalf but I thoroughly believe that it would be for the good of EAW, my brain cells, and logic if you were simply eliminated early in the Grand Rampage.



May the Almighty Lord save you…if he feels it right that he should do so.

Dynasty promo #6


(The scene opens backstage at the Olympic Gymnastics Arena in Seoul, South Korea. It's here, in the Dynasty interview area, that we find EAW's Social Media Champion, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, framed in close up. Michaels removes his good rimmed Gucci Aviator sunglasses, and tucks them into the pocket of his blue 'Jarret' style slim fit dress shirt by Hugo Boss. The expression on Michaels is one that reflects his both his eagerness to compete tonight, and his unfettered desire to do whatever is necessary to get the win tonight, and move on to Face the Interwire Champion Drake Jager. In short Michaels is all business tonight.)


Michaels: "After what has felt like the longest week ever to me, here I stand ready to go out to the ring tonight and grab that proverbial brass ring. To take that next step if you will. I stand here knowing without a single shadow of a doubt, that this is my time to do so. Here and now will be a day long remembered in EAW history, because it will be Marked as the day Mark Michaels stepped up and got his due.


Now I'm sure some of the haters out there are trying to write me off as arrogant and overconfident, I'm here to say that's not the case. See I'm here to tell the peon peasants who think that about yours truly, that it's not cocky, it's just being well aware of how good you actually are. Knowing that you are so far above and beyond your contemporaries that you are in a league all by yourself. I know I'm this good, tonight I'm gonna show the three stooges who think they can take me on, exactly how good I am!


I'm going to show Lucas Johnson just why he hasn't been handed a title match in all his time here in EAW. I'm gonna show him just how faulty it is for him to be holding out for a title match to re-sign. Because if that's the one thing his contract hinges on, then he better start heading for the soup kitchen right now, because there is no way in hell that he is gonna beat me for that number one contenders spot tonight.

You want to talk about your book, well here's the ending, you got your ass kicked by Mark Michaels The end!

Now do you have some talent? Yes, a minuscule amount, certainly nowhere near my level of greatness. You were a fine amateur, but that's the key word, Amateur. Me, I'm a fucking amazing Professional, one who is unmatched in every imaginable way. That is why when I re-signed with Dynasty, they handed every demand I had on a silver platter. They bent over backwards, and gave me every single thing I desire in an iron clad contract.

That's what a true talent such as myself, and to a lesser extent those other guys you mentioned, can command, and what mediocre ham and eggers like you couldn't get in even your wildest dreams.

You want to talk about how that ring is your yard, fine, just understand that it's sitting right in the middle of my planet! And I rule this motherfucker with an iron fist. So just try to break me tonight, try with everything you have to put me on the shelf with this emo bully act you got. We both know that better men have tried to do the same, and failed. We both know that you don't have what it takes to beat the best professional wrestler in the sport today, and after the main event tonight I'll be more than happy to have bitch slap you back to opening matches where you belong.

Moving on, has anybody seen Atiliano Castillos anywhere???"


(No reply is given, Michaels shrugs his shoulders.)


Michaels: "Oh well, maybe he's too busy taking up mime or some shit? Kinda makes me wonder if Castillos is smart enough to pull his invisible man act in tonight's main even. Because if he dares to show up in this fourway, his ass is gonna get torched by EAW's hottest prospect. He'd best just hang back in the locker room and let the people who have worked hard and trained to become wrestlers, wrestle! And while he's at it, why don't he go back to whoring himself out around the corner from the men's bathhouse for ten bucks a pop like he used to?

If Atilino thinks he can just hop in the ring opposite the best that EAW has to offer, than he better start thinking again. Because the second that bell rings, I'm gonna send him straight back to Compton on the edge of my boot! So consider yourself warned Castillos, because the second you step into my ring, is the second your ass belongs to me.


And then that leaves just one. Mister hall of famer, mister backwards talk and glowing amulets. The guy who calls himself not just a god, but the god, and then turns around and says I'm too proud and arrogant for my own good. God, I'm gonna love planting that hypocrite's head square into the mat tonight. I'm gonna take pleasure in standing over his smoke and mirror loving ass with my hand raised in victory.

You keep spouting off about my mother, or some cousin who you banged supposedly, son you best pull your head out of your ass, because it won't matter who you've fucked, it's not gonna save you from the all time top ten ass kicking I'm about to hand you. And it's not because I'm jealous, and it's not even because I'm mad, it's simply because I can. And when I do, there will not be a single, solitary soul who will ever again doubt my skills in that ring. Once I have conquered the mighty Methuselah, and forever hammered that final nail in the coffin of his relevance here in EAW, then the collective eyes of the world will be looking to me to lead this company into the future.


And make no mistake about it, I am the future of EAW. By the time I'm done all those great accomplishments that you held, they'll be nothing compared to all that will do. The nights you've achieved in this industry, will seem like nothing more than a mole hill compared to what the lies just ahead holds for me in the months and years to come.

Oh and by the way your creepy spaghetti monster God sent me a Dm on Instagram, and he said he's fed up with all that tired, contrived, hokey smoke and mirror act too. In fact he's actually ashamed that you name drop him whenever you get the chance, and he wants to see other people. So why don't you quit doing a half asses yoda impersonation, and ditch all the glow in the dark gimmicks you carry to the ring with you while your at it. Wake up to reality DeDeDe, snap out of the delusion that has cost you so much pussy it's almost a shame. Ditch the act Because in just a short while, when that bell rings, all that mystic bullshit is gonna get tossed right out the window. When you're out there tonight, all that hoodoo bullshit you run, can't keep you from getting the A-list ass kicking that will forever stand as the foundation of my my path to glory here in EAW. And all that talk about Plord, and cousin fucking gets stopped dead in its tracks, the moment I get my hands on you Methuselah. You've been running long and hard as the top dog in this company, but tonight your running head first into a brick wall they call Mark Michaels.



Tonight marks then beginning of a new era in EAW. The era of Perfection. Nothing and nobody is gonna stop it, not Lucas and his bitching, not the Atiliano and his sucker punching, and not even Methuselah and all that weird bullshit he does. It is my time here in EAW, and I'm am fixing to get all that my hard work has earned.

The money, my name on the marquee, and my perfect face on every single ad spot and piece of merchandise this company can pump out. This is what I deserve because I am a twitter Trendsetter, an Instagram icon, a hashtag hero to all the world whether they recognize it or not. I'm the brightest burning star in this company that keeps this show's rating at the top every week. I am without a doubt the greatest professional athlete to ever put on the pads, hands down end of story. And after I'm finished here tonight I will be the EAW Interwire champion in waiting! So Lucas, Atiliano, and Methuselah, y'all better start Picturing THAT!"

(Michaels returns his sunglasses to his face.)


Michaels: "I'll be seeing you real soon Drake."


(With that Michaels walks to the left out of the shot.)


FADE TO BLACK.

EAW Awards show promo #6

Friday, Chicago, Illinois, 7:00 p.m.

(The scene opens in the rafters high above the United Center. It's here we see the crowd for tonight's EAW Awards show filling into the arena and taking their seats.)

???: "How they gather like ants. How even more view from their homes. They may think tonight would be dedicated to some fleeting glory that shall be bestowed upon the idols on whom they have casted their eyes. But how wrong they would be."

(The camera sweeps left to reveal Solomon Caine, looking down over the crowd.)

Caine: "for tonight is not about trinkets and prizes that shine for a moment, before being discarded. No the true purpose of this night, is for my masters to reveal their power to the world, when they vanquish the chosen for slaughter. When they call forth the men who are to be sacrificed, the whole world shall cast its gaze upon them, and one by one as they are brought to ruin, the masses will come to their senses and shake the dust from their eyes, and see the truth of how this world is nothing but a distraction in and of itself. All of its pain and strife and joy. All of the grand towers and great wonders that have been crafted, all of it is merely to keep the eyes of these sheep upon them so that they will stay docile and asleep. That they will be keep deaf and blind to the will of my masters. Tonight, is a night for them to be awoken.

(Caine turns his gaze from the crowd to the camera.)


Caine: "Have any of you heard my words? Do any of you finally understand? Or are you all as blind as Mike Showman. You try to chastise me for repeating the warnings they have given you, do you not see that it is because you have not heeded them is why they are repeated? Why should your fate be changed when you are still the impotent wretch you have always been?! You still turn away from those who have sent me, you dare to speak ill of them, and then you turn to the silver and gold that has been handed to you since the day you escaped your mother's womb for proctection from them? though you may buy those who would whore themselves like Ramsy or McQueen, I ask Will it save you from your ultimate fate? No. Will it comfort you on the day of the glorious reign? No. Will it even be enough to spare you from the horrors you will experience tonight?!?! Again I say to you, no. For money is not real as you claim it is. It is merely a way for one form of heathen to convince himself that he is any better than the one next to him. One way or another, I will shatter that illusion for you Mike Showman, I shall show you just how low and pathetic you truly are. Ask this if yourself Showman, when your money becomes meaningless, than what becomes of you? Tonight I shall show you.


And I shall show you too Ahren, for though I have told you of your faults with clarity, you still cannot understand. I have told you to cast off the praise of filth for this reason, because he who receives gratification from the filth, shall join with them in the flood of fire! That is why my masters test me, for I prove that on the day I am called to, I shall have no mercy upon the scum that plague this earth. That I shall do as their will commands, and in doing so be spared from the the horrors so ghastly I dare not speak of them. I bring their message, I bring their warning, and it does not change simply with the rise or set of the sun. It is a constant, for all the heathens have condemned themselves with their ineptitude and their sickeness, and their vanity. That is the point of my words, but instead of taking the. To heart, you cast them aside as if they were nothing. DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT SALVATION LIES WITHIN THEM?! No for you would rather be counted amongst those who must suffer simply for the sake of your ego. How you greatly disgust me Ahren, for you had the opportunity to save yourself, and now all you may do, IS BURN!!!"

(Caine takes several deep breaths.)


McQueen, Hackenschmidt, Gotch. All of you hold dear to a code you have fashioned for yourself. You all use it hide your eyes from your own weakness. But at the end of ages, you shall be exposed for what you truly are. McQueen, you misunderstand me. I fight not to relieve myself of some pain that has stricken me, no I do it because I fear possibility of having to be thrown into the fire that shall fall upon this world. They have shown me what will happen to those who will. How their flesh will be eaten by flames. How their bones will turn to ash. HOW THE SMOLDERING REMAINS OF THEIR BODIES WILL BE SWEPT AWAY BY A GENTLE BREEZE AND THEY WILL BE REMEMBERED NO MORE!!! That is why I do as I am told, for if you had seen what I have seen, and heard with the sweetest whispers all that I have heard, you would fall to your knees at this very moment and beg for leniency. You would beg for mercy from your whoring, And charity. So bring forth the beast which dwells within you, it was an abomination to lock him away in the first place. Bring him, and hear the call of my masters, rid yourself of all that keeps you from serving them, that you may be spared from a faith worst than death.

Which is more than Shall ever offered to hackenschmidt and Gotch. Both of those worthless vials of slime, they are doomed for within them, their hearts and minds have been totally corrupted and twisted by words like kindness and honor. And as such they cling to and spread false ideals that will ensure that the masses will burn on the day of the glorious reign. You heartless bastards, what gives you the right to condemn without so much as a second thought. How I will take delight in the smell of you flesh being roasted off your body. How I rejoice in the sounds of your cries of agony, for you have brought many to ruin, and your punishment Shall be multiplied for each soul you have lead to desolation

The same of you Wakefield and Hoffman, the two of you so meek and afraid, you dare not speak, in the hope you that the coming storm shall pass over you, and leave you unscathed. What would give you that right over any other who is a more than a hundred times more worthy of being spared?! I say woe onto you, for your cowardice is even greater than I had thought. It has festered within you and spread like an infection, till now where it has swallowed you whole. Weaklings such as yourself have no place in either this world, or the one to come, and tonight shall bring about your ultimate demise.

Lars Grier, Cody Marshal, do not be fooled by your size nor your strength, for as mighty as you may seem to the wretched weaklings that fond over you, your Strength is but a fly's compared that that of ones whom have sent me. The power which they wield with such ease, it trumps the strength of any man, it trumps the strength of the nations and their armies joined together. So what chance would either, or both of you stand against them?! On this night after you have been offered as sacrifice you will experience just enough so that may recognize their hand and tell the world of their coming. That is their will for the both of you, and none may defy it.
Ross Vegas, and Jakob DeLion, where is it that you have hidden yourselves? Braggarts like yourselves do not easily show reverence. No your kind is the one that speak all kinds of evils and blasphemies. I have no doubt that in whatever den of wickedness you are laying in, you curse the names of my masters, for your rotten tongues are filled with a venomous poison that you infect all whom you come from into contact with you. I am the cure to your affliction, the ending of the curse that you have brought upon yourselves. The time for purity is at hand.

Leonhart, how is it you have made yourself a king in your own eyes? There is nothing noble of you, not even your bastard bloodline. You have fooled yourself if you believe any of the excrement that has passed thru your lips. Tonight the king of fools is carried to a Guillotine of his own making.

And of Ripely and Davidson, hold dearly to whatever life would grant you in these precious few moments. Find whatever pleasure you may, for soon is the hour of my masters bringing about your reckoning. You two thieves who have shared in each other's glories, you must now share in each other's demise. For there is no place in the world to come, for putrid filth like yourselves. When one man cannot stand on his own, then he shall drag another into the grave with him!

You prepare yourselves, all of you who have been chosen. You all serve a great purpose, one that shall bring fear and honor to those who have sent me. The tears you shall weep, the blood you will spill, the cries for mercy, they have all been foretold to me in the sweetest whispers. All that I have spoken is the will of my masters, and it must be made so!"


(Caine walks out of the shot, the camera sweeps back down to the crowd before the image fades to black.)

The End

 
You’re beyond listening to anymore. I mean how insistent can you be for answers when they don’t even make a difference in this match. Let me have someone copy the pages of my schedule and send them to you. Let me have Haruna ghostwrite a journal of my apparent thoughts so you can feel like you have a proper grasp of why I’ve done anything I have. That way you can sleep at night. It’s sad that I have to hear you dwell on these same points over and over again. Why did Cailin do it. We aren’t playing a game of Clue. This is a fucking wrestling match. But as much as you want to think I’m vague, you dance around here and there hitting the same two or three points over and over and over and over.  Because that’s all you’re really good at when it comes to promoting yourself. I know you believe yourself to be really superior at this, and as much as you think I’m a brown noser, you have some people with their entire heads up your ass, others with their lips glued to it for what they think to be amazing. To me it’s amusing. I’m not jealous of you or the success you’ve had, but I believe there are people who would be even more successful than you given the opportunities you’ve had since you did win that Vixen’s Cup. You deserve to be where you are now, because you won that shit and you played it like an Ace on a blackjack table. You got your winnings and you didn’t walk away. Now you’re hitting on 17 like you’re playing with only house money. I really believe that you think there’s no way you’ll lose this match. And that’s where we border on the edge of delusional here. You are the same person that would blast my confidence and then shout “a-ha!” at the use of the word if. We live in a world of ifs after all. If Sheridan successfully defends. If she falls out of a taxi and hits her head on a curb, injuring herself for life. Hell, maybe that second one already happened and that’s what we’re witnessing here. You’re best at talking a lot and building walls of text. But I’m better at breaking glass ceilings and knocking down the barriers that are put in front of me.
 
You don’t realize that this match, your first title defense, is going to be far different than you expect. I feel the vibe from you. You think this is going to be easy. But so many people have taken that approach to me and paid for it. I’m not some two-punch chump, Sheridan. I hope you do take me lightly, honestly, it would be a treat to dish up yet another loss to some egotistical bitch that walks in like she’s already won. You call yourself a realist, but you fail to address the possibility of your future after you lose this match. A true realist would study every possible outcome. You’re really an idealist because you essentially promise one outcome as the only possibility. And then you expand on that by telling us what you’re doing later. I don’t give a fuck what you think you’re doing after this match. You have to get through me first. You’re no different than anyone else here who’s tried to place limitations on me because of talent, association or, now, emotion. You see these things as my inevitable undoing. But when we fight you will see they’re what makes me just as strong as you. I can be a straight up, cold-hearted bitch, and it doesn’t change the fact that I’m working on my craft as hard as anyone. You seem to think I changed over night and started to party my ass off. All I did was put my focus on you. You say a rat? No, like a viper. I gave you a warning attack and now I’m enjoying the hunt. You are confident and you think you have this in the bag already, but I’m going to strike you hard in this match and I’m going to put you down. I’ll even do you a favor. After this match, I’ll leave you something. You can continue to be the pretend ambassador and do all the interviews you want with apparently reputable journalists. Do your best baby girl, talking a lot is what you’re best at. I hope they can actually get a worthwhile sound bite from you though. Meh, if not, they can just pull up the last shit they did with you and take something from that. It never changes anyways.
 
I can feel a little bit of annoyance building up at this point as you demand for me to answer all your questions. You see, that’s your power as champion. You can keep demanding things because you’re the champion, and we all will keep ignoring you. You think I’m just talking about the OG Vixens? Oh, no, the whole division actually. You’re only their champion by title right now. Only their ambassador because you continue to call yourself that. After out match you can be the ambassador of Loserville for all I care. It’s just difficult to really connect with you. It’s like the wheel is still spinning with you, but the hamster’s been dead for awhile. There’s no way we’ll ever see things the way you want us to. We can’t get with your point of view because we can’t get our heads that far up our own asses. And I mean, there’s some flexible as shit people in the division, so that’s really saying something. Listen, I know you don’t care what anyone thinks, but you should. You are their fearless ambassador after all, speaking out to the 10s of 11s of people who are your die-hard followers and showing them the way the world should be in your vision. Hey out there Müller family! You didn’t invite your family to watch this right because… yikes. Not going to be the kind of moment they want to save in the Sheridan scrapbook of efficiency.
 
I know you’re smart enough to realize that I haven’t just continued to say I don’t care that much. I’ve said it a handful of times this week but it’s a common phrase. It’s not like I’ve developed a trademark and I’m trying to put out I Don’t Care T-shirts or some shit. See what I did there with the capital letters? That’s some vintage ass Sheridan shit right there. I just don’t have a fucking clue what you’ve been trying to do this week. Trying to make me look weak? Trying to make me look stupid? You’ve utterly and completely failed on both accounts. I won’t argue your efficiency in getting out the same message over and over, but realistically I’m actually over here saying more than I don’t care or I don’t know. What I have said is it doesn’t matter why I shocked you at Shock Value. That was weeks ago. We’ve had more of a story between us besides that one moment. It doesn’t really matter why I stand shoulder to shoulder with the true architects of this division. And I shouldn’t need some grand compelling reason to want to beat the Vixen’s Champion in a title match. We’ve got to a point where you’re trying to reinvent the wheel as it comes to wrestling. Maybe you don’t like the way things are right now because they don’t exactly adopt your mentality. I’ve been successful because I adapted to the matches. Not the culture. I’m not living some entertainment lifestyle, wheeling and dealing and riding in limos or flying on private jets. I don’t know the fuck you think I am. But you will find out exactly who I am at Road to Redemption. What you think you know is completely wrong. It’s a fantasy version of me that you created within you own head. Everything that you tell me about myself is just meaningless droning on at this point. It is actually possible that there’s more to this than you would realize. And the reality is, you don’t get to know all of the answers just because you’re the champion. Even though I actually directly fucking answered your most burning question last time and you freaked out and went on to the next subject. I refuse to continue going backwards in these arguments with you. You’re not very good at taking a debate forward. You prefer to keep going backwards. I now know you’re the last person I’d ever want to be my fucking lawyer. You’d be so confused that you’d confuse the fuck out the jury and the judge, and you’d inevitably lose every time. But this is a wrestling match, so I digress.
 
It’s almost exhausting seeing you do this thing where you take credit for everything over and over. At this point, I don’t even care. The pages of the history book will always tell a different story. No matter how you want to debate that, it will be a fact. And no matter what you think of me and what I did with the Specialist’s title, there are facts there that will always rise to the top. I did more with that championship, bringing it beyond just stipulation matches, than you ever will as the Vixen’s Champion. Vacating that title after winning it? You really are the fucking joke. The blatant disrespect you show to this entire group of people you just called yourself the ambassador of is amazing. Hey you people competing in that chamber match. Might as well just not show up. The whole operation is a joke. The real stinging moment for you after this match should be the realization that you had this in your grasp and you just let it slip away because you underestimated an opponent. It should be when you realize that you took the wrong direction. You’re so focused on protecting your past legacy that you get annoyed when anyone challenges it. You’re so focused on what you’re about to do in the future that the present is about to fuck you over. I defined what the Specialist’s title meant, brought it to levels it was never thought to reach and made it more than just a secondary, throwaway title. I’m going to redefine what it means to be Vixen’s Champion. And when I get my chance to fight an Elitist champion, I won’t fail.
 
I know that you spend your free time surfing in other dimensions and just coming up with new ways to try and spread your same bullshit to the masses, but it’s about time you start developing your backup plan and decide what you’re going to do after you lose at Road to Redemption. This is your defining moment, whether you choose to believe that or not. When you lose this match, people won’t just talk about your efficiency not being perfect yet. They will say you weren’t ready to be champion. They will say it’s because you were far from arriving. There is limitless talent within Sheridan Müller. But the one that stands in her way is Sheridan Müller. When we get in the ring together, I’m going to beat you as you beat yourself. I will watch your confidence deteriorate to nothing. I will watch your forehead drip with sweat as you start to feel the negativity crawl underneath your skin and take over. This match is going to be like an out of body experience. At some point you’ll see yourself getting destroyed and you’ll feel like you’re watching and just wondering how the fuck this ever happened. And right at that moment, I’m going to grab you and beat you right back into your body to make absolutely fucking sure you know who it is that just beat you. After the ring this bell I want you to look up at me from the mat and look into the eyes of your destructor. I’m not just going to get a win over you, I’m going to make you look like my bitch.
 
A lot of things never reach perfection, sweetie. That’s just the facts of the real life the rest of us live in. German Efficiency was never meant to be more than what it is right now. It’s about to experience a complete failure to launch. This match is just a Texas Two-Step between two warriors who want to fight over who’s the best. This division will continue to elevate without you in the equation. In won’t be because of you, it will be in spite of you. And every time you sit down and remember your time at the top, when you’re sitting in the nursing room all alone as an old, broken down woman, you’ll tell yourself about the time you were the Vixen’s Champion in the greatest company on the planet. And how it all ended with you seeing the Eyes of Texas as they stared you right in your pathetic face and brought your legacy to a crashing halt.

Voltage promo #6

Boston, MA, Friday, 10:45 p.m

(The scene opens on the street sign on the corner of Mass Avenue and Melnea Cass boulevard. The shot fades to a street level view, where a tracking shot follows behind a figure as he passes by several people of About mid way down the block, the figure turns, and the camera follows him down into a deserted ally. The figure stands in a way that just allows the faint lighting to illuminate his form. Slowly, he turns to Face the camera. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair unkept, his face slightly dirty. He is the man who this Sunday faces perhaps the biggest name on his hit list to date. The man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "Greed. How it is never denied or rebuffed for long. Vanity, how if consumes en mass the people of this earth. Cowardice, how men will obey its command despite the repercussions of doing so. All of these faults, they have found in you Drastik. You do not deny it. Instead you stand in silence, gripped in the clutches of your fear, lulled into false security By your poisonous ego, and Made ignorant to this by your unending greed.

I weep at the tragedy that awaited you. I regret that you must be the next to be decimated upon the altar. If only you would cast aside that which makes you condemned, but instead you delve further into same wicked desires that have polluted the rest of the filth that walks upon the earth. Now all that you may do, is wait. Like the prisoner, whom is headed for the gallows, all you shall be able to do Drastik is to await the carrying out of your sentence. So I implore you to bide well the fleeting moments you have left. in the pleasures that you know, soon they will no longer bring you any comfort. No not the taste of food, nor the intoxication of wine, nor the touch of flesh, shall ever again give their solace onto you. Do you hear me Drastik? Have you grasped the weight of all that I have foretold you of? Or have you chosen again to hide away? Have you chosen to shield yourself from the truth as you have done time and again.


If you have, then run! As fast and as far as you can, run till you cannot run anymore! Till the last drop of sweat, and ounce of energy has been rung out of your body. That's how far you you would have to flee to prolong your existence by a single second! Try as you might, you can never hope to escape their clutches. It is only a matter of time before they ensnare you in the trap they have set for you. For they have long since been bringing together all that is necessary for their great plan to unfold. They have manipulated your WILL to desire what shall come at the appointed hour this Sunday.

On that night the ones who have sent me shall reveal to you firsthand, all that their great and mighty powers can do. You will hear the screams ringing in your ear without ceasing, you will smell the foul order of the smoke that soon shall waft from every tower and structure that stands. You will see the foundation of this earth crumble under their might, you shall feel the fireeee EATING YOU ALIVEEEE!

And at the end of ages, after you have witnessed all of these things, Drastik you will be made an example of for the whole world to gaze upon. Thru you, those who are strong shall see the truth, and have a chance to heed the call of the ones whom I serve. And the ones who will not, shall experience an unending hell that will have them begging on their knees for an end to their sufferings. And after my masters have poured out the full portion of their wrath upon them, they will grant them that final ending they desire. Just as you will Drastik. Words cannot describe the horrors that lay in wait for you.

The sounds they inflect shall never heal, the scares that they cast upon you shall never fade, and all that shall remain of you will be an empty shell, doomed to wonder the earth until the day of the glorious reign. They are coming to claim you heart, your mind, your sprit, and your body. Sooner than you can even fathom, the only remnant of any memory that shall remain of you, will be the gold that they are sending me to reclaim from you. The ones who have sent me to shall be honored, they shall Recognized, and all who would deny them shall be crushed under their feet."

(Caine inhales deeply, before. Sitting down against a wall. With his knees pulled up to his chest and his head in his hands Caine continues on with his diatribe.)

Caine: "this is what they demand. And I shall do as I am told. For with whispers sweeter than than sugar, they have told me what the punishment for failure is. They have told me that the bitter drink that shall drown the world, shall be the same that I must partake of l should I fail them. Salvation from the great flood of fire, that shall be the reward for seeing their great works thru to the end. I tell you now that will. It be the one who burns. I DONT WANT TO BBURRRNNNN!!! I WONT LET YOU BURN ME DRASTIK! I CARRY OUT EVERY LAST ORDER REGARDLESS OF WHOM I MUST CARRY IT OUT AGAINST! I WILL TEAR YOU APART WITH MY BARE HANDS IF I MUST!!!

I will do whatever i must, to cling to salvation. For all that they have told me, it must be so."

(The camera pulls back away from Caine, before fading to black.)

The end

Voltage #6

Sunday, cologne, Germany, 7:45 pm


(The scene opens backstage at the Lanxess arena. It's here in the hallway that we see several EAW crew members busy with there various tasks.)


Crewman 1: okay, got that latched down, send in the next load off..."

(The crewman freezes as he spots a figure coming towards him. One that he made sure to memorize due the dangerously unstable nature of the man. A man who claims that tonight is the beginning... of the end.)

Caine: "REJOICE! YOUR MENIAL LABORS ARE NEAR THEIR END!"

(Caine says, his voice echoing through the corridor. The crewmen who didn't notice Caine before, swiftly turn there heads after hearing his voice.)

Caine: Yes tonight has been long awaited. Tonight the path will be paved. The path which they will travel down, the path paved in the blood of Jon McAdams."

(The reaction is mixed around the crewmen, some stand still with fear painted upon their faces. Others shake their heads in disbelief of what they figure must be a ranting mad men.)

Caine: "Jon, I've heard your words. They would be amusing if they weren't so pathetically hypocritical. You claim that I have give. You the greatest gift you could have ever received, but yet you are about to do the same for me when you step into that ring. You say that the marking upon my body is the sign that I admire you, but you have been following in my footsteps for a week now. YOU have sought out ME, and now you shall find that which you have been searching for. You have chased me right into my den, as it was foretold. You have laid yourself before me, just as they said you would. Whether you realize it or not it was not your WILL nor that of any other than my masters' that have brought you to this moment.

Just as it is not my will that will be done to you in a matter of mere minutes. The sacrifice shall be prepare as they have specified, it will wallow in pool of its own blood mixed with bitter tears. It will beg and plead for another way, but as it tries to bargain and beg upon its knees the the sword will fall upon its head. And the end of ages will swiftly follow after. When it does the heathens of this world will do as you will McAdams. They will cry out to whoever will listen for salvation, they will pray to that in which they place their false hope that it will all be untrue. But when the time has, in the moments before they are swept away, they will fully realize the power of my masters.

(Suddenly Caine body goes stiff, his eyes look glazed over, his mouth hangs open. One of the crewmen cautiously approaches Caine and waves his hand in front of his face, Caine stands perfectly still. The crewman turns to face his co-workers.)

Crewman 2: "hey get a load of this, he's stiffer than an ironing board."
(The crewman chuckles at himself, unaware of Caine nodding his head yes behind him. Caine suddenly snaps out of it, grabs the crewman and turns him face to face.)

Caine: "WHY?!? WHY DO YOU SEEK TO DENY THEM?!? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WILL ACCOMPLISH JON? HOW MANY TIMES CAN I WARN YOUUUUU?!?"

Crewmemeber (stammering): I'd... id... I don't know what..."

Caine: "You pile of excrement, how completely ignore and invalid you must be. Your pride, your glistening trinkets, your poisonous thoughts and word and actions, which are born out of your scum filled heart. All these things have made you a disgusting sight before my masters, yet it was ALL your inequities that have made you the perfect demonstration. It was all your faults that were perfectly toyed and tangled with that has driven you to your end. And now with just moments before we set forth everything that must happen I want to say, than you.

Thank you Jon for your sacrifice for it may still open another, who is more worthy, eyes. Thank you Jon for allowing your body to be crumbled and crushed so that the door maybe opened to my masters. Thank you Jon for understanding that I mustn't fail them this time the way I have failed before. I know the cost for doing so, and I wish never to pay it again. I MuSTn't FAIL. I MUSTN'T FAIL! I MUSTN'T FAIL!!!"

(Caine clutches his head in his hands, a pained look displayed on his face.)

Crewman 2: "Hey you okay there?"

(The crewman slowly, carefully reaches out his hand towards Caine. Caine's eyes shoot open and he cocks back a right hand ready to strike.)

Caine: "stay away from me you cancerous slime. Go and prepare yourself for the time is at hand. Your kind will soon never again see the light of day. You will hear the sweet whispers of the celestial voices condemn you to death, and in that very instance they will carry out your sentence. The little that will will remain of you all will become nothing more than pillars of smoke and ash is that is carried away by gentle breeze. This is the final warning to you, your kin, and to the one who's image you covet, Jon McAdams, they shall lay waste to you, and all you prize. They will topple that which you worship and trample over it so that no stone will stand on top of another. There will be no escape, there will be no compromise, there will be NOTHING!!!"

(Caine inhales deeply)

Caine: "they have told me, it must be so."

(Caine stands silently staring a hole at the crewman)

Crewman 2 (nervously): "ggg... good luck... in your match."

(Caine simply turns and heads towards gorilla position.)

The end.

AFC:
#1 Kansas City Chiefs- 12-4
#2 Cincinatti Bengals- 12-4
#3 New England Patriots- 11-5
#4 Houston Texans- 9-7
#5 Pittsburgh Steelers- 11-5
#6 Oakland Raiders- 9-7

NFC:
#1 Green Bay Packers- 13-3
#2 Seattle Seahawks- 12-4
#3 Atlanta Falcons- 10-6
#4 Washington Football Team- 8-8
#5 Arizona Cardinals- 12-4
#6 Carolina Panthers- 10-6

 
This was pretty funny. For some one who spent time this week accusing me of putting words in her mouth and getting furious at me for it, she does the same. German Efficiency is your belief, Sheridan, and you embrace it. I don’t deny that it exists for you. I don’t deny that it drives you personally and makes you better. Challenging you to a match, feels like challenging German Efficiency because you embody everything about what you have defined it to be. I don’t challenge that exists, not for you. You believe it exists, and that’s all that matters. I believe I function amazingly well as a wrestler without having to adopt any such thing. I never said you don’t know efficiency. That, you came up with as a fairytale in your mind. It’s almost like you’re forcing yourself to create new reasons to get mad at me. You speak in facts, right? I’ll give you some truth. Aria and I were good as a tag team before anyone tried to attach the word Formation to it. Did we naturally play off the name the times we tagged and it was attached? Obviously. Stephanie thought it would be neat to start this group with her friends. It was the typical stable like you see these days. Not like a Hexa-Gun or Sanatorium or not even like Cerberus. The idea was that when we did fight together, we would have a theme song and all that fun stuff, right? But if someone were to read what you say, it would sound as if the Formation lost every single match it ever competed in. Well that’s not true. Also not a fact, Tarah being in Formation. You sorta mentioned that one and I didn’t even bring it up. But no, Tarah was never in Formation. I was a “member” of Formation. But I was never full into it. Listen I’m not trying to treat you like an idiot here, I’m just explaining this to you as carefully as I can. Formation was an interesting idea. My name got thrown into the mix by Stephanie. But I was never rah rah waving the Formation flag and getting excited about all that. You know well that I have a certain feeling about getting involved in these kinds of things. You talk about politics a lot. When they signed me to EAW they told me I was going to join Iconomy. They pushed me there and said figure out how they operate and do that. It failed because I do better on my own then I do in groups. It’s not I’m not a team player, but I prefer to fight for me more than I do the team. There was also a while weird power struggle thing with those boys in Iconomy and them getting mad that I was winning and they weren’t but that’s besides the point. Physically I was a part of Formation. You’re right. It’s obvious. The past you so dearly cast aside and say we shouldn’t talk about proves that. Mentally, it wasn’t for me. I played along with some of that whole idea for my friends. But honestly, I can only think of three, maybe four times in that three to four month stretch that I fought in a match and we were labeled as being the Formation. In fact, the last time we fought, even with all the reported drama from the outside, we tore the Sanatorium. And then Stephanie joined them. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m bothering to explain this to you. Yours was a third-person perspective of this whole period of my life that made me quirk a brow and just laugh. Not at you, just at whatever you were attempting to do. Because you always talk about now, but here you are trying to use Formation as some way to… tear me down I guess? That feels like ancient history to me. And right after I mentioned how I found it funny that Cameron tried to focus on past failures alone to build some sort of psychological advantage over me, you are somehow trying to do something similar? Or were you just searching for more plot points so you could get me with a few more verbal punches? I can’t predict what you were trying to do, I can just tell you that it really doesn’t bother me. I mean these groups were mistakes, but they made me better. They made me who I am right now. And that’s more dedicated to training and improving my craft. A lot of people will walk into a wrestling career and pretend they were the best from Day 1. Some will even say they were graced with such natural talent that they were destined for greatness from the start. But I believe the legends are made, not created. I believe the best separate themselves from what they do when they’re preparing to get in the ring. Not just in the ring. We win some, we lose some, but ultimately it comes down to response. You can wilt and go away, or you can get your ass back up and go back to the drawing board. I was told long ago that I would never make in this business if I didn’t understand how to turn a negative into something positive. Everything from losses to title changes to mistakes, I learned from it all. And now I’m here facing someone who says I’m talking down to them if I don’t agree with every word that comes out of her mouth. I’ve fought this battle before and learned from it before. You criticize me without right or credential. Yet I just speak to you plainly. I’m not even bashing your lifestyle. You’re just conceiving it as that on your own. You’re reaching for something, but I can’t pretend I know exactly what that is.
 
You know I’m not fine with all aspects of what happen in the wrestling world today. But I am prepared to fight for my spot. That’s part of evolution and adapting. If you can’t grow in the atmosphere that exists and learn how to control all you can within it, then the revolution you mean to start is never possible anyways. You know this. You’ve adapted as well as you could despite the phrase Sports Entertainment. You and I both work hard to make damn sure nothing is ever easy for our opponents. We make them have to wrestle to beat us. They can’t just fly around and wave to the ground and do booty shakes or what not. They can’t just post about us on the feed for the extent of a week and expect to come out and find some unprepared idiot standing there and staring at them with a weird expression. In some ways I think people like me and you, maybe a few others, have outgrown what can be offered inside just this division. I’ve been branched out in the past to fight a few of the ones that call themselves Elitists, and quite successfully. There are men in this company that you would tear apart, too. But in this division alone there are people who want to run the show and call the shots. You are extremely passionate about making this division pure. But you can at least admit to yourself that the goal is hard when there are people in this division that will never change anything about themselves. They will always be the same vile bitches they are right now. That will never change. I don’t let these people hold me back. I know they won’t change, so the only way to deal with these types of people is to move past them. You beat them and you move on to the next step. To be obsessed with changing someone like them would be a terrible mistake. It would only bring you down when you are determined to keep yourself built up. Maybe I am owed a Specialist’s title show again. And I mentioned as much in messages after Grand Rampage. But there answers to me were “Here, fight for it in this Fatal Fourway,” and “Here, fight in this wacky match at Pain for Pride with 10 people.” I didn’t whisper my thoughts about it. But I didn’t waste time arguing on the feed with Haruna about it, either. And for the ninth time this week, you are not a robot. You are not a machine. But… I understand how people perceive you that way. If you misunderstand this once again, I can’t help but continue to laugh at it. I probably understand you more than most. People call our messages boring and repetitive, and then they take losses to us. And I’m not calling your lifestyle idiotic. Deep down inside my heart, I know I have everything it takes to beat you. My determination, which you mock more than I ever have German Efficiency this week, is one of the major reasons I’ve experienced any kind of success here. There is no truth of yours I need to accept. Cailin Dillon is not a lie or a fallacy. You give me credit for my ability as a wrestler, and then you take it away in the same breath as you discredit me. That just doesn’t make a lot of sense, and I think you’d struggle to find anyone who didn’t read the back and forth way you do that and just say, huh? You’re a very intelligent person. But you do attack people for doing things that you also do yourself. I don’t need to argue about that with you, because it’s something you won’t admit. It’s something you’ll turn around in such a petty way and call a lie or say I did it first. That’s the reason why we only do this for a portion of the week and then we solve it all in the ring. If there’s a problem between us, I’ll solve it. You can bring all your German Efficiency into the ring and boast about the power it gives you. And then you can act like the match didn’t happen after I win and move on to the next match in this tournament. After all, this tournament doesn’t really mean all that much to you. Or it does.
 
You say I speak a lot of words that hold no meaning and are pointless. But few would really feel that way. It exists as your way to deflect from the fact that this battle of words has been very close this week. It’s been very tight. These words mean more than you think. While they serve mostly to hype up a match, our match is about to be the most talked about during this whole tournament. People have seen what we’ve done this week and their eyes have been wide. They have been shocked at the excitement the two of us have brought. I would ask why the shock and awe. Sheridan and I have been the two most exciting wrestlers on this roster for a long time. Most of the others have just been playing the role of actor or actress on a stage show. I’ve been going out there to fight. And it isn’t because of German Efficiency. It’s because it’s who I am. And you can hate me talking about my background when I do, but you talk about Germany way more than I ever bring up Texas. Thanks for the credit on the name Ms. Müller. I’ll have you know that plenty of people call me Caitlin. It is annoying. I messed up your name, and it was an honest mistake. But no more. Sadly, people will still mess up your name and most will do it on purpose. For petty reason? Of course. But see while you think I’m just standing over you and treating you like a child, I’m actually not doing any of that. There is a great deal of respect from me towards how you work and what you have done here. I know that when we first fought I didn’t understand why you were doing the things you were doing or saying them. But now I understand. Just like I’m fighting for me and what I want, you’re fighting for the same for yourself. That’s no rocket science. And it’s how everyone should fight. But they don’t.
 
I got a bit of a Rocky V vibe from what you said to me this time. Except you aren’t Russian at all, so that was weird. When you are leading this division we will follow your rule or we will die! We will perish and our souls will burn in the pit below where German Efficiency rules us all! Such a terrific little dictator you must make in your dreams. You have attempted to form a world where no one can use the word efficient without you pointing and jumping up and down like a zoo monkey. You hear the word and you point. They’re saying it because of you, right? You took a pretty common word and adopted it like you are one of the ones who was there at the adoption of the word as official language. You know, I think I fight very efficiently in my matches and I don’t think it has anything to do with you. I think if you ever become champion you will try to implement changes and rules and everything will be exactly as it is right now. And eventually you will lose, that momentum behind the one-woman revolution will cease to exist and you’ll be back to spouting off the same stuff again. Next time you win, you will really start it. The division wasn’t ready for German Efficiency yet. That’s the image I have spinning up inside of my head and unless you somehow prove me wrong, it will never change. I have faith in you that you can ascend to the top and become a champion. I do not have faith that you will ever have the power over the people who still make the decisions for you. I don’t think being a champion in EAW comes with as much power as you perceive it to. I feel you trying to control things and trying to pull and tug at my strings and make move around like I’m your little toy. But see, my strings were cut long ago when JJ Silva was trying to tell me what to do. And no one else will ever control what I do, say or think. You can’t tell me you are waiting for this division to be ready for German Efficiency and then say you aren’t ready. You can’t operate a revolution all on your own. If anything that would be the least efficient way to try to revolutionize something. These things take followers and numbers. They don’t happen with just one person. Especially not when you have so many people who will never get in line and I promise you they won’t just go away. And the sink of swim theory isn’t new to wrestling, and especially not new to EAW. That’s why so many people come and go. This Empress tournament is packed to the brim with new faces. This division won’t have 24 people come 2017. It just won’t happen. You say we’re not alike at all? I’ve never missed a beat. Look back, go ahead. I’ve worked more dates than you in the time we’ve both been in this company. I’ve never asked for time off. I’ve fought pretty much every week, and often two and three times a week. You can’t deny that. Those are facts.
 
I’m not pouting about the Vixens Cup stuff. It just amuses me that you build yourself up, you talk all this talk and yet you still save it because we aren’t ready. Go ahead, see your perfect plan through. That’s yours to do with as you please. I will see my own plan through and I will become the Empress of Elite. I don’t care how stupid you think this tournament is. I don’t care how worthless you think this is compared to the Vixens cup you’ve already won. I will take this tournament and then I will go to Road to Redemption and I will win that match no matter who they stick in front of me. I don’t even care to troll people with a cash-in and mess around. The most efficient way I can become champion is to win this and then win that match at RTR. That’s exactly what I will do. This match will be about this week and this week alone. Admit it, we’re going to do this over and over again in the future. We’re too good not to continually meet. In fact, it’s amazing we’ve only fought twice to this point. We’re about to tear the house down on Dynasty. We’re about to have a match people will still be talking about after this match is done. And they only gave us 20 minutes to do it. That in itself is a shame. It only means we have to come with more intensity and more fire from the very start of this match. I’m more than prepared to do that. I’m more than ready to win. German Efficiency might be what drives Sheridan Müller, but Cailin Dillon is what drives me and that’s what will win this match. I’m not here to become Empress this week. I’m here to win the next match that’s in front of me. I’m here to beat Sheridan. After that, I’ll focus on the next one. Everything else will take care of itself when it comes. I will wrestler you to the very end on Friday and this match will be just as you hope, superior to all others. And the superior wrestler will win in the end. Surprise, it won’t be Sheridan Müller.

1. I started efedding in July of 2011, in a company called Online Brutal Wrestling.
 
2. I have known about efedding since I was young, my father used to be the GM for his own when I was young. So when I comfortable with my writing ability I joined the efed he was in. I discovered EAW when I was surfing the web and saw it on an top efed page I was reading. 
 
3. When I first started efedding my father helped me alot. Me and him sat down and built a character who was called Captain Pain, as time went on others in the fed would help me grow as a writer and help my character evolve.
 
4. See above answer.
 
5. Haha sorta, in 2014 I became a leader of a faction, with a bunch of newer members, in another fed. It was supposed to be completely storyline but we actually got close OOC so we decided to keep it around, we would all send promos to each other and edit them to make some pretty boss promos. At one point the faction got up to 15 members. So we all helped one another grow as efedders, writers, and develop our characters.
 
6. My biggest rival obviously was in another fed. The rivalry lasted from 2013-2015. Me and a character named Sid Slade, were a tag team named the Creed, held the tag titles for a while, when we decided to go separate ways, there was no other choice but to be i a feud. Us knowing eachother so well made it so much better, and alot of fun going back and forth. Kinda never was ended, we both had  the series record in our sigs, as if it was a big achievement. Having a huge feud is always the most fun you can have in an e-fed, especially when your close friends OOC.
 
7.) As I said before my dad helped me create my first character named Captain Payne, as I got older, the gimmick changed and I renamed the character Alexander Payne. Was alot of fun being a drunken asshole, then of course that character got in a big feud, he got obsessed, and Alexander Payne slowly morphed into the psychotic sociopath you see now named Rattik, based off of the word erratic. So I guess I have had three different characters, but they are all kinda the same person.
 
8. I would have to say a guy named Sid Slade, look back a #6 for reference.
8. Who's the most difficult opponent(s) you have ever faced both in EAW and E-Fed in general?