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Burning Desire #2



@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:

"Just landed here at JFK, and the moment the wheels touched down I felt a tingling sensation running up and down my spine. Because the moment the plane landed I knew that countdown was officially on, and that my time to finally capture gold here in EAW was now. Now time to shut the mouths of every head in the sand hater like Lucas Johnson and Anthony Leonhart. Now is the time to stick it to every last doubter who said that I would never be more than a preliminary match player. Now is the time to cement my name in the record books of not only a of this company, but of the entire sport of Professional Wrestling. I was born to do great things, and this Friday night will be a preview of things to come. When it is all said and done I will go down as the greatest competitor to ever step in the ring. Titles wins, five star classic matches, leaving a lasting legacy and impact upon the entire industry, that is what you can expect from me. The start of a new golden age in professional wrestling begins the moment my hand is raised at Burning Desire and I am crowned the Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion.

And to me, no better way to kick that golden age off than with that New Breed title. Because even though it has been marred by being passed off from one mediocre talent to the next (especially in the case of our current so called Champion), that belt is the symbol for those who will lead the way in within the next generation of top guys here in EAW. It has been the Championship that has brought national awareness to men like CM Banks, Devan Dubian, Brian Daniels, and even TLA. This title is one that should be celebrated and cherished, because to hold it is a sign that you are a legend in the making. Instead because of men like JJ Silva, Maxwell Dacsh, and our dear Lucas Johnson, and this once gleaming torch that lights the way for the future of this company, has died down and dimmed to just the faintest of embers. But that will all change after Burning Desire, because once that title is placed around the waist of the brightest burning star, the New Breed Championship shall shine like never before. I am coming to restore pride to that title by being a champion who is actually deserving to hold it. I am here to uplift it from the gutter of the B minus bastards who have soiled it with their grubby hands. I am coming to save the New Breed Championship!


And to do so I am gonna have to kick the ever loving shit out of two of Dynasty's biggest jackasses.


First off we have the roaring pussycat Anthony Leonhart (you know, the guy who is outclassed and has no business being in this match). Don't ask me how the hell this dumb fuck tripped over his own feet and fell into a title match, don't ask me how after getting his ass handed to him by both myself and Lucas Johnson he somehow wound up back in the ring with both of us, he'll don't even ask me if he'll bother to speak coherently this time around. I can't answer a damn question about Anthony Leonhart save for one thing, he is gonna walk into the Barclay Center having lost his last match to Mark Michaels, and he's gonna walk out the exact same way.

You know it really is something the way that Anthony went into the world for months to better himself both professionally and personally. How he studied in some of the finest dojos, under some of the best teachers in all of Japan, and at the end of the day it did all of jack shit for him. In fact if anything he's worst than when he left because now he's duped some of the lower I.Q.s in the crowd into expecting a modicum of excellence out of him. It takes more than a quick make over and a copy of samurai speak for dummies to achieve true excellence. It takes a lifetime of dedication to a craft, and years of hard work to earn the right to challenge for Championship gold. Anthony you simply can't compare to me. You are to short to measure up to the best professional athlete across the board. You don't have snowflake's chance in hell of getting the better of me, because there is absolutely nothing better than perfect.

It might be hard to swallow, but it's better to accept the fact that I'm gonna beat your ass quicker than last time. I'm doing so for your own good. I'm doing this so that you'll learn your proper place in the food chain here in EAW. You might think you're the king of the jungle, but right now you are dealing with the big game hunter who is gonna mount your head on his wall. Get those pipe dreams of you becoming the New Breed Champion out of your head right now, because there is no way that I will allow either you or Lucas to walk out the Barclay Center with what should rightfully belong to me. I am the future of this company no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You, you won't even be a footnote in the ultimate history of EAW. So now that I've told you exactly what's gonna happen this Friday (kinda like how I told you what would happen last Friday) go ahead and soak up all the glitz and glamor that you can, because once I hit that screen Cracker, it's all going bye-bye for you pal #sayonaraShithead.

And now that I've analyzed Anthony, that just leaves that bloated, cream puff looking mother fucker who has my belt.

You know something talk a lot about guys who are overrated, but there is not a man in EAW today who is more so than Lucas Johnson. You know everyone likes to talk about how Lucas has dominated... well the fleas of EAW when you look at it realistically. He's beaten low ceiling talent such as Chris Paradise and our own Anthony Leonhart, but when it comes to true top tier talent, he simply can't cut it. I mean take for example the fact that he lost to Scott Oasis just a few weeks ago. I myself on the other hand beat Scotty in less than a minute #Fact.

Maybe that's why this supposed NCAA Badass lost all his balls when it came to accepting my challenge. Maybe that's why he couldn't look me in the eye when I came out and stared him down a few weeks ago. And maybe it's why he waited till the last minute and had to blindside me before agreeing to put up that belt. When it comes down to it everything I've seen out of Lucas this past two months plus screams that he fears Mark Michaels.

That's right Luke, we all know it already that you start shaking in your boots the moment you hear that you might have to step into the ring with me again. You know that no one ever gets one over on Mark Michaels and doesn't get the ass kicking of a lifetime the next go around. I'm about to send you right back to that lower mid-card hell you were stuck in before picking up the biggest fluke win the world has ever seen.

I am fixing to expose you for the fraud you are Lucas, because we both know you're not a conqueror, we both know you're not a bad ass who takes on all comers, and we both know that come hell or high water there is not a goddamn thing that can stop me from planting your skull into the mat with a Picture Perfect. Come at me bro, and I'll be more than happy to show you that he moment you think everything is going your way, is the exact same moment my knee hits your face and leaves you laid out and staring at the lights! In the blink of an eye you go from being on top of the world, to being on the bottom of my boot while I'm standing over your unconscious body taking a selfie.

There is a saying in Brooklyn, Unity Makes Strength, and with over 18,000 of my friends, followers, and subscribers packing filling the Barclay Center, you will be going toe to toe, face to face with the strongest man in EAW. Test me Lucas, and you'll see first hand that I possess the Perfect combination of speed, strength, and technique, all wrapped together by months of frustration at having been jerked around when it came time to get a title match. Months of being passed along in favors of your dumb ass getting kicked over and over again simply because Sebastian Monroe must have gotten a good laugh every time he saw you bouncing off the canvas. Months of having to wait behind pathetic putzes who must have gotten down on their knees and blown of Monroe's yes men in New Jersey. This Friday I am coming at you like a raging inferno, they call this one Burning Desire, well I have the greatest desire to become the New Breed Champion, so I guess that means your ass is gonna get burned in that ring.

But look on the bright side, when your old and grey you can tell your grandchildren all about how you got your ass handed to you by THE Mark Michaels.


Burning Desire, you two assholes are gonna find out just why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero millions upon millions around the world who recognize me for all my absolute Perfection. You boys are in for the fight of your lives because I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest burning star in EAW, the future face of this company, and hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots. This Friday I am going to stand tall over both of you halfwit hacks, while I raise that New Breed Championship over my head. You boys are about to become famous because my victory will be the most shared, retweeted, and liked moment on the face of the earth! Anthony, Lucas, both of you had better start Picturing THAT!


#EAW #Dynasty #BurningDesire #Friday"


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Dynasty promo #4


@PicPerfectMichaels has posted an image:

(An image of white letters against a black background that read 'Sorry that you're just a pussy.')





@PicPerfectMichaels left a comment:

"Nothing makes me feel better than getting a good set in the gym, and putting little birches like Lucas Johnson in their place. So as of right now I can say that it's a good day today. You know someone showed me a video of this little jerk off running his mouth about how he deserved to have a title shot handed to him. How he should have won the young Lion's cup, and about how he's somehow better than actually having to earn title matches. Let me tell you something Lucas, only winners get championships. Not whinny little jackasses who fall flat on their faces each and every time they step up to the plate. Let me ask you something Lucas, what's the difference between now and a month ago? Or even the month before that? I'll tell you right now that there is no difference. Your still the same over privileged asshole, a bully who peaked in high school and longs for his glory days when his buddies would kiss his ass for giving swirlees to the nerds. I dare you to Just try and stuff me, or anybody else on the roster for that matter, into a locker and I guarantee that you'll get smacked so hard that double chin will come flying off your neck.

You wanna talk about lockers, and cars, and tables, and guns, bring all that crap to the ring this Friday and you'd still find a way choke. You'd still find a way to fuck up and watch the number one contenders spot slip thru your fingers... again! Because you are not a big match player, you're not man who excels when the spotlight is cast on him like I do. You're not the main event, you're what they throw out there when the crowd needs a bathroom break. Lucas it's time for you to wake up and take a good look around, because your about to step in the ring with the man who never gets out done in a big match situation. The man who stands center stage and elevates his performance when all eyes are on him. And you my friend are about the find out firsthand just what a true contender to a championship looks like.

Lucas, you need to start setting your sights on attainable goals. You want a clothing line even though you have no since of style. You want a private jet even though nobody would book your ass, except maybe Sebastian Monroe or one of his puppets. You want to hold something as prestigious as the Interwire championship even though you are just simply not up to snuff. What a man of your skills should be focusing on is trying to reach Lettuce washer at McDonalds.


Face it Lucas, you're just not Championship material. That's why you have spent months on end digging, and clawing, and whining, and bitching about wanting a title match, instead of actually you know earning one. You're totally pathetic, thinking you're amongst the true elite of this company because you catch a fluke win every once in a great while. Because anyone can catch a lucky break on any given night, but true greats are the ones who night in and night out put on the show stopping performances. Who go out and pull off a win in convincing fashion just about every time out. The true greats are the men who can actually get the job done when they get their opportunities. That's what separates a chump like you from a an all star like me.

Come on down Luke, lock up with me one more time and let's see if you can go two for two against absolute perfection. Go ahead and lock me in that Machine Break bullcrap, broken arm or not, nothing is going to stop me from getting that Interwire title match. Because bones will heal, but holding a championship, that will last forever.

Oh and in case you thought I forgot about the other two unfortunate bastards who I'm gonna torch from the moment the bell ring, think again.


I keep hearing about how much of a tough guy this Atiliano Castillos is. But for the life of me, I haven't heard a peep out of him since this match was announced. I bet you he's shaking in his shoes wishing he could back out of this match. That he could find a rock to hide under so that he doesn't have to be outright embarrassed by the unequaled ass kicking he's about to receive. Atiliano is about to learn that it doesn't matter how hard you hit, or how fast you can strike, when you get your head planted into the mat via a Picture Perfect, all that you're gonna be able to do is stare up at the lights while I'm getting my hand raised in Victory.

That's what happens to a no talent punk when he steps in the ring with the unquestioned greatest professional wrestler this company has ever seen! He becomes a mop, because I'm gonna wipe the floor up with him. After this Friday Atiliano will wish he had just stuck to trading crack for blowjobs, or vice versa, I'm not entirely sure with him. After that final bell has is finished ringing, Castillos will forever be known as overrated, overhyped, underdeveloped son of a bitch who got exposed as such because he thought he could hang with Mark Michaels.


Speaking of guys who think they could hang, let's talk about Methuselah for a moment. The guy who's a pediphile one moment, a granny fucker the next, and by this time next month a tranny hooker connoisseur, and even then no one would lay the guy. How is it that this joker thinks he can still try and run that hokey mystic crap anymore? Has he been drinking his own goddamn kool-aid? He must be if he keeps running his mouth about some kind of God of flies. Live on Dynasty, I'm gonna do him a favor and wake him up and get him to quit yammering on and on about this bullshit he's been taking, by beating his ass from bell to bell.


Because when you step into the ring with Mark Michaels, all the fantasies you dream up in your playtime get kicked right out the door. And all that's left is is the undeniable truth that Mark Michaels stands head and shoulders over each and every bastard who is dumb enough to even think about trying to best me in the ring.

Let's see these so called powers that you have been granted. Let your creepy hentai monster God just try to wrap his tenticles around me, if he even has enough balls to even try. Come at me bro, or as you would put it, test me brethren. Prove you can still go when it's all on the line, prove that after all the bullShit you spout off about that you still have what it takes to be relevant in the ring. Or at the very least try to die with a little dignity before you are turned into the next meal for the new top of the food chain here in EAW.

Enough with the games. Enough with the amulets, enough with the whining over bitches you were never gonna get with. Man the fuck up, and get your head on straight, becuase I'm not gonna stand from any of your spilt personality crap after I pin you one, two, three in the middle of the ring.

And that more or less goes for the rest of you as well, because after this Friday, I don't want to hear anybody bitching about the best man in the fight winning. I don't want to hear any lame excuses, like how you stubbed your toe in training, or you just plum forgot you had a match this week. You are all about to step into the ring with the only man In this match who's not only worthy of facing Drake Jager, but beating him and taking possession of the EAW Interwire Championship. The man who is a new dawn in Elite Answers Wrestling. The man who is leading the way to a new and better era of EAW. You are stepping into the ring with the twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero who is about to take his rightful place in the pantheon of greatness, starting by winning this fourway match and going on to take that championship belt off of Drake Jager.

The biggest and brightest burning star that this company has seen, or ever will see. The man who is the personification of greatness, and the embodiment of Perfection. Simply put the greatest professional athlete to ever grace an EAW ring with his presence, who is done with waiting and ready to take what is due to him. The reigning, defending, and undisputed Champion of all social media, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.

And when I'm done with the three of you, I'm on my way to terminate the T-1000, so everybody better start falling in line, and start Picturing THAT! #EAW #Dynasty #MainEvent #Friday"



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Not Sweating @Jaden Zaxaria one bit #Dynasty #Friday #JustWin


Later That Day...




We open on the swimming pool of the Royal Palms Hotel and Spa, an up-tempo Jazz tune (which must have come from the Best of elevator Muzac vol. 3) plays in the background.  it's a very busy day out by the pool as almost all the hotel's patrons decide a swim is the best way to beat the intense, dry, Arizona heat.  The camera pans across the lounge chair area where several beautiful women are laying down, having deciding to catch a tan instead.  The Camera continues to pan over to a buxom blonde in a one piece bikini (Which perfectly shows off her best curves) using the side ladder to exit the pool.  After a quick dry off, the camera follows her until she walk past an umbrella shaded table.  The Muzack is replaced with the opening bass line to Iggy Azalea's "Fancy".  Sitting down at the table is Mark Michaels (Dressed not too differently from the picture at the top) sipping a frozen cocktail (Complete with mini umbrella), the beautiful blonde doesn't happen to notice Michaels checking out her ass as she walks by.

Michaels: "Ahhh.... this is just the thing to help a man relax after a long day of  publicity photos, and press interviews.  Yep nothing beats this, just like Jaden Can't beat me.  You know something Jayzer Word is getting around that your not too happy with me.  I mean I understand, after all the only fan you had in the entire world, would rather come get my autograph.  But still that's no reason to bee gulping down the Hater-Aid the way you have.  I mean you talk about the small group of left overs after I spent all day signing autographs, and posing for selfies with people who aren't being considered the missing link.  I mean considering that we're, oh excuse me I meant I... I'm the one out here getting everybody pumped up about Dynasty this Friday.  Considering that I am in the same hell hole of a sate that produced a moron like Vance Tybull, elected John McCain to the senate, and is currently the home of the Cardinals, The Diamond backs, and the Suns, I'm surprised more idiots didn't have to be tossed out on their asses. 

And let's get something clear right now, I didn't want to become the Step-Father to some snot nose, pip squeak brat, but I was making his mother call me daddy all night long if you catch my drift.  Oh yeah see that the real difference between guys like you, and me.  You dress like a DJ, but you're nothing more than the Valet driver's errand boy, While I step right in to the VIP.  You look to find a great party, I am the party.  That's because I am the Marque attraction, I am the must see event of the week, and just like you said I am a leader, because everyone wants to follow me, Whether it's on social media, or it's in the locker room.  They want to follow me because I am the absolute picture of perfection, you on the other hand need to whore out a few front row seats just so that you can think someone will give a damn about you during our match.  Those seats could have helped build Dynasty up a little more.  My followers are willing to pay top dollar when they know I'm on the card.  Instead you gave them away to some ungrateful, nobody and his loser friends. 

Does your petty jealousy know no bounds Jaden?  Are you really that desperate to try and get under my skin before our match, that you'll tear down the entire brand?  You know the same one that didn't need you last week, and sure as hell doesn't need you now.  I guess it must be if you would stoop so low.  You call yourself a man of the people, but yet you try to rob them of what they want to see, ME.  You want to say that I'm nothing but a joke?  Well he who laughs last laughs best bitch.  You say That I' m gonna go out and fall flat on my ass?  I don't think so, Because last week I single handedly dealt with both Trent Yoder and his Gilligan like side kick A-will.  Do you know what the definition of insanity is Jaden?  It's ding the same thing repeatedly, and expecting a different result.  Last week I said I would beat Trent Yoder, and I did.  This week I'm saying I'm going to beat you Jaden, and after I'm done you'll have to crawl back to your "Life Partner" and drown your tears in a bowl of lucky charms, you Irish son of a bitch.

Whether you like it or not, it's no bullshit when I tell you that this match is already Hashtag in the bag.  So if I was you, I'd see if any of Ryan's buddies would be willing to give me his seat, just so that I wouldn't have to be beaten as, as well as embarrassed. Bring your best Jaden, it won't matter if you do, but at least you can say you fought like a man.  This Friday, I expose you for the poser you are, and I show you exactly the type of man I am, so Jaden Picture THAT!"

A waiter comes by and picks Michaels drink up off the table, and leaves a check in its place. Michaels signs the bill to his room.

Michaels: "Finally, the service here is god awful.  Oh and no tip, maybe next time you'll stop dicking around in the back with the rest of the help."

With that Michaels rises out of his seat and out of the shot

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