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Reckless Wiring promo #5

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"After what has felt like the longest week in my life, here I am inside the locker room in the Tokyo Dome finally about to take my rightful place as a champion here in EAW. At this very moment I can tell you that every one of my senses are turned up to 11, my heart is pounding, my focus is laser like, and all because The journey that I started nearly two years, two long years ago, I am now finally about to reach the first major milestone. The first accomplishment as a testament to all the miles on the road, all the time in the gym, and the years of striving to reach this very moment. I want to take a moment right now to thank you my followers for voting for me, and assisting me in achieving my destiny. Thank you for recognizing that My unparalleled excellence, my unmatched ability, and my unequaled determination in achieving all the I have been dreaming about since that one faithful Saturday morning when I was six years old.

Thank you for having the foresight to recognize the only man who is capable of carrying not just EAW, but the entire Professional Wrestling industry on his shoulders in the years to come. Only I, your Undisputed Social Media Champion, has the tools necessary to ensure the health and prosperity of this industry for the next generation. Unlike these good for nothing jackasses who think they can step in the ring with me, and not get absolutely torched bell to bell, only he who is the unquestioned Picture of Perfection has brings the mix of speed, strength, and technical ability that propels me past the five unfortunate schlubs who don't stand a snowflake's chance in hell of getting their hand raised tonight!

Yes it's true that every man in this match just chomping at the bit for their chance to go down in the history books tonight. And yes everyone and their momma have listed the reasons why they could be and should be the New Breed Champion, but Tonight we are separate the fact from the crap. The truth from the tall tales. Tonight In hell's Warpath, we find out exactly who can back up everything they've had to say this past week, and just who has been taking out of their ass! Everyone inside this hallowed arena is gonna find out just who is willing to push themselves The furthest, who has been working the hardest, and Who is willing to do whatever it takes to put that belt around their waist. Who is willing to bash someone upside the head with lead pipe, and shatter their ankle between a steel chair, or send them crashing thru a flaming table. And more importantly who is willing to get back up and keep on fighting after all that has been done to them! That's the real key to this Hell's Warpath match, it's not just about being the most sadistic bastard in that ring, it's about taking his best shot and the. Getting right back up to look him in the eye and say to him 'Is that all you got?!', this match is about endurance, it's about having the hearth to go that one more round. And there is not a single member of the roster, regardless of brand, that can match me In terms of ability to withstand all the punishment that comes with being in a match like this, and still find the way to pull out a victory.

It's my ability to tough it out that has made me the only man who can say that he has competed in every Hell's Warpath match to date. Don't believe me, just look around, the nine men who stepped in to this match last year, they had more than their fill, just like these the schmucks who are gonna feel the same way after tonight. Let me say it now, out of the six men who are about to risk their careers, and even their well being, only one of these men can stand the test of time. Only one man will stand head and shoulders above the rest when the ultimate history of Professional wrestling has been written. That man is the same one who has cultivated an army of followers from each and every corner of the globe. The man who has become a must see sensation. That man is Mark Michaels.

You got that boys?! Have you gotten it thru your thick skulls that not a one of you jokers can match the energy and effort that I put out each and every week. Not a one of you take time to promote this company the way that I do, and not one of would be worthy of representing this company.

That's right because there's more to being a champion that just sitting on your ass and collecting a nice little pay day. No you have to be the man who can take the ball and run with it for as long as you possibly can. That's why a chump like Lucas Johnson can't be the New Breed Champion, because for all the whining and complaining, and bitching, and moaning he's been doing for months on end, the one thing he has yet to do is actually back up a single word that has passed thru his double chin. Young Lion's cup this, pain for pride that, we've heard it all before Luke, and we've were sick of hearing it after the first time. You say people look at you like you're a joke, that's because you are. You go on and on about how you were one of the top amateurs in college, well guess what? It a whole different level of competition as a professional. You are about to step in the ring with men who have spent their lives working to get to this level, not boys who are worried about an algebra test in the morning. You are dealing with men who have chosen to make their living from this great sport, not kids who want to get a certificate in Theater Arts. It's time to grow up a bit Lucas and let go of the glory days, because hanging on to them isn't doing you a damn bit of good right now. Snap back to reality and see that while you were a big fish in a small pond in your NCAA days, right now you're nothing more than a helpless little guppy who's about to be swallowed by a shark. Face facts, you peaked in high school bro, and now you have to stand against the absolute best this business has to offer in this, or any generation. You are about to go toe to toe with Professional Wrestling's hottest commodity and top prospect. The number one draft pick is about to get the first of many title reigns, and honestly Lucas, you should feel honored because you're gonna get the best seat in the house of when I do so.

And where is Jacob Moore? I haven't heard a peep out of him this whole week. Maybe he's busy looking for his balls back in Sebastian Monroe's office. Or maybe that stiff in a cheep suit forgot to take the ball gag out of Jacob's mouth? In either case it really doesn't matter to me, I'll dispatch of Jacob just the same as if he was to run his mouth. You see I don't like when someone is placed between me and the title that I am so deserving of. Especially when said someone is only there because he got down on his knees and kissed the boss' ass so hard he could see what he had for dinner last night. So when someone who is such an unfiltered suck up enters my ring, I take it a a personal mission to make sure I plant his skull into the mat with a picture perfect. So why don't you do yourself a favor and skip this match the way you've skipped everything else in the past week And Jacob, if you do somehow find enough manhood to step between the ropes, just know that when I send you on a one way trip on the end of my boot, it's not just business it's personal.

Now while I'm on the subject of cowards who think that if they keep quiet, I won't proceed to dish out the most embarrassing ass whipping they'll ever receive. El Ironico you wondered if you deserved to be a part of this match, I can tell you right now you sure as hell don't. You're nothing more than a pathetic waste of space. Hell your a waste of perfectly good oxygen. Nothing about you says that you're an exceptional talent. Why you couldn't even beat Jacob Moore a few weeks back. You manage to pin the bottom of the barrel that we call Lucas Johnson, and for somehow you got voted into this hell's Warpath match. I tell you, the people must be wanting to see you get trounced by the Social Media Champion. I can't wait for you to make your way down to the ring so I can smack that silly looking mask off your face. Maybe the. The circulation might return to your brain, and your words will actually make sense. You think I'm scared of you? I gotta ask what have you been smoking? The only thing scary about you is what might happen on the off chance you somehow manage to win the New Breed Championship. You'd make a mockery out of the title, just as you've made a mockery out of the entire sport. Well if you think for one second that I'm just gonna let you turn the sport I love into a bigger joke than Cody Marshall's title run, then you better start guessing again. I refuse to let a clown like you tarnish everything I have worked so hard to be a part of. I refuse to let you kill off an already ailing title. I swear on everything holy that if it is the last thing I do, I am going to beat your ass and make sure that the New Breed Champion is a man of respect, of class, of skill. I will guarantee that the man who walks away with that Championship belt is me.


Oh and to the creepy dude in green, the one nobody gives a fuck about, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up. You keep running your mouth about how you want vengeance on the world. What, did you want a my pretty pony for your sixth birthday, and your father instead tried to make a man out of you? My god I am getting sick and tired of the side show freaks tarnishing this business with their mere presence. Well tonight, I am gonna savor the chance to run off one of these oddballs before they add another black mark on the face of this sport. You said something about me being a black knight in your way, wrong. I am a king who is taking his crown. And my first act as such is for you to be beheaded in that ring tonight. This is my time, and I will not stand for some special needs freak, coming in and trying to steal what is rightfully mine. Tonight I'm solving the riddle, and sending you back to whatever hole in the wall your rat ass crawled out of, and when I do, you can tell the Moe, Larry, and Curly running around inside that empty noggin of yours, that you got to meet a wrestling champion.

And that of course leaves that overgrown oaf who is getting his greasy fingerprints all over my New Breed title belt. I talk of course about that half wit Jed Clampett, I mean Cody Marshall. Considering their blind luck you can forgive me for getting them confused. I mean one day Cody was shootin for some food and up thru the ground came New Breed gold. Now Cody has found success on a show where I'm not around to kick the shit out of every last son of a bitch in the locker room. But between Cody, Ryan Marx, Rex McAllister, Chris Elite, and my old friend JJ Silva, showdown has done its absolute best to reduce the New Breed Championship from the flag barer of the years to come, to some chump who stumbled and landed on a belt, and if he's really lucky he'll be able to hold on to it for a whole month until he trips himself up again And loses the damn thing. But in just a few minutes I am going to save that Championship. I am about to bring a new era to the New Breed Title. One that will wash away all the mediocrity that the once prestigious belt has had to suffer with. Soon the Mark Michaels era in EAW will rise out the rotten taste of you Cody, and the rest of Dickheads who nearly ruined this title.

How you may ask? Well in case the six generations of in-breading has Made you blind, it's because I am the greatest technical wrestler who's still drawing breath. Now I get that with someone as big, lazy, and immobile as you that's considered just flippy bullshit, but in the world of real athletes, I'm kind of a big deal. How big? Well you'll find out first hand when I'm done kicking your three hundred pound ass from bell to bell just like I did to the jackasses I faced off against last year. Now you may not understand how being the only man in this match with previous experience is a valuable thing, but you will because whether I pin your ass with the screen cracker, make you tap out with a figure four, or send you sailing over the top rope and own to the floor, nothing is going to keep me from sending you back home to Red Neck county with empty hands. But look on the bright side, after this you can focus all your energy into that Make EAW great again campaign just like Maxwell Dachs did. And while your busy with your fools errand, I'll be standing over every brand as the New Breed Champion. Cody, call the wife and tell her to get that bottle of shine you cooked up ready, because every inch of your seven foot ass is gonna be more black and blue than you momma was when your old man used to come home from the tavern. Right now you are in for the longest night of your life, because you're about to step into hell with the devil himself. So bring you best you're gonna need it.

Now I'd say more but they're telling me it's time for me to go. But before I do, just know that Dyansty will see its Destiny, Showdown will rejoice in its savior, Voltage will take pride in its vanguard. And all eyes will be on me, the twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram icon, the #Hero that is about to set the hell's warpath match on fire! The man who has come to Reckless Wiring to take his place as a conquering hero. The man who brings the people to their feet no matter the time or place. The man who has gone above and beyond being just a simple wrestler, but has captured the hearts of people around the world and made himself the biggest crossover star this company will ever know. The man who is hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever put on a pair of pads and step thru the ropes. The absolute picture of perfection, the Undisputed Social Media Champion, Mark Michaels. And once I'm done you can add savior of the New Breed Championship to that list. So go on ahead and picture THAT!

#RecklessWiring #EAW #HellsWarpath #NewChamp"


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(Cloud’s Inner Thoughts)


I never knew what possessed me to go inside that store after Grand Rampage. Maybe I thought it was the only thing to repair my relationship with Cai. Maybe I wanted a distraction, some bright news to shine on what would become my gloomy life. No matter what was going through my head at the time, somehow beyond the pain I still held it in my hands. I may never give it to her. No matter- it’ll be a reminder of what could have been.




Now that I’m done with memory lane, it’s time to fight.


(The scene opens up to Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda sitting on a chair in the middle of the ring inside of the Key Arena. She’s wearing her signature gray hoodie and has her hands in her pockets.)

Hey. You’re probably wondering where Mao is. Let’s just say she’s transferring money to EAW, pre-empting the unbleeped language that’s about to reach the ears of the EAW universe. Yes, the same EAW universe I refused to speak with for the past few months. Now and only now do they get to the luxury to hear my tale from the horse’s mouth.  It’s been quite the week- words were said, threats made, and promises declared. You guys sure can cast quite the shadow. Everyone in this company- from your Avas to your DEDEDE’s eagerly blankets everyone in the shadow of their success. All I wanted was to establish my own legacy. A piece of that success was supposed to be shared with you guys. I didn’t want to shadow you but stand side by side. That’s all I ever fucking wanted. Instead I was pushed to the back- at least from my perspective. Before I sound like a broken record, allow me to elaborate. I was just coming out of a funk after being mindfucked by Haruna and her on again sometimes boyfriend Alex. Before that I locked eyes with fear itself in the form of Luzmala and flinched. That flinched led to the ill-fated rivalry with Sakazaki, and somehow with all the bullshit, all the madness I ended up with the Specialist Championship. Poetically, by knocking said joshi over the top rope. Imagine holding the world in your hands, getting exactly what you want, and in that moment your world turns itself on its head. Your friends grow distance, your love disappears, and your darkest thoughts begin to surface. The world reaches out, trying to take what you have, taking glee in knocking down everything you attempted to built. You’re backed into a corner, consumed in despair- until a voice reaches your ear. This voice echoes your a reality that manifests itself in the form of absolute disrespect. You’re no longer one of the cool kids. Your attempts to repair your relationship is scoffed at, and somehow you’re labeled the piece of shit.  So you give in to rage, give in to frustration, and let it out all at once. It just so happens that it's the biggest show of the year. 

(Cloud pauses for a moment)

You blaze a trail of vengeance, pouring out your guts for the world to see. You voice your pain and anguish, only to have it thrown back at you. So you decide you have to show and prove. You enter in the Empress of Elite and put on one of the most stellar performances of your career. You beat rivals and legends alike and was never pinned or submitted- but yet you lose because someone decided to stay out the ring and get counted out. A fucking count out- A FUCKING COUNT OUT! Your dreams of becoming Empress ruined because someone who doesn’t even work here anymore decides she would rather take the coward’s way out rather than fight you like a warrior. So the only thing you can do is wait by the sideline and watch the former love of your life- the same woman who made your heart bleed place the crown of success her head. After milling about the midcard scene, you’re placed in the middle of a war- one that has nothing to do with you- and you’re used as a pawn in someone else’s game. Meanwhile, all you want to do is confront the one person who hurt you the most. You search for her everywhere, but to no avail. When you do see her it's in the ring, surrounded by others. All you want to do is look this person in the eye and show them- fucking show them how much they hurt you. All you want is for your feelings to be validated. When they aired their grievances, the world listened. The world just smiled and nodded as she went on and on about her psychotic friend - who she never even checked on once. Not even fucking once!

Meanwhile, the one you gave your heart to takes glee in pouring salt over it. She makes you seem like the crazy one. She prances around with her so-called best friend - one she ends up screwing over anyway - while hiding the fact that she’s a bigger piece of shit than you are. Yeah, don’t forget what she did to her teammates back at Shock Value EAW universe. From Aria’s perspective she surely has. Somehow you’re just gonna forgive her because she whispers sweet nothings in your ears. Heh, I know a thing or two about that. She can come off as very sincere- until it’s time you bite you in the fucking neck. Dillon is the closest thing to a snake you’ll ever find- but yet I’m the villain of this story. Fine, I’ll play that role. I’ll be the worst kind of enemy either of you will ever face. Tomorrow, I’ll be the biggest scumbag, the worst kind of cheater. I’ll poke your eyes, choke you with rope, and beat your fucking faces in. I’ll make you bleed till there’s nothing left. I’ll make the EAW universe weep for you. You want to be victims? Check. You want to be martyrs? I got you. Consider this to be my final gift to the both of you, my last swan song. I sold my soul to the devil to get here and I have nothing left but whatever integrity I managed to retain along the way on this dark road I’ve taken. Here I am (arms out) - Stephanie Mia Mat-fucking-suda. I will fight with all my might. I will aim to maim. I will win. Not because I said so, but because I know what real sacrifice is. I gave my whole universe for a shot at the title. I have nothing left because there’s nothing to go back to. Yesterday no longer exists, only tomorrow remains. 

(The camera zooms on Cloud, whose tired eyes look wet. Her hands are shown twirling a white envelope in her hands.)

Time to fly- one more time.

 
A big dose of respect was something I suspected would come from Aria. Every time we go down this road, we get to a point where we start breaking down just how similar we are. Just how similar our journeys are since we arrived here. But we aren’t exactly the same. I’m not sorry that I pointed out how you were constantly saying this match was going to be yours because of your incomparable desire. Now you’ve killed that. Now you’re coming back at me with a completely different approach. You know, I wouldn’t say I really ever thought you were overlooking me in any sort of way. Actually, Cloud seemed to think we were overlooking her for the most part. All I was saying is I’m not dumb enough to overlook anyone. Look at my track history. Look at the way I took down rising stars when they were giving me their best shots. The proof is all there. I don’t just show up and perform, I steal the show. And that’s where we took different paths. They might not like the way I do things, but they will never forget it. You didn’t like what I did at Shock Value because of perception, and I couldn’t give a shit. That was my show. That was my plan. The OGs celebrated the move because it helped them pin the lone person on our team that was left. But that match didn’t mean a damn thing. It was a complete waste of time. In fact, you still talking about that is an even bigger waste of our time. That would be like Cloud poking her head out of the gopher hole right now and saying “Hey, remember how I was in that match, too!?” But no one cares. Remember how that was supposed to mean anything. But by the time that match was made, it wasn’t OGs vs. Sirens. It was those six and a bunch of add-ins that didn’t want to be there. We had to ass Haruna and Sheridan to our team for god’s sake. No matter what happened in that match, nothing was really set to change. Not by the result alone. So I made the real change. I zapped the bitch and watched her light up like a Christmas tree. That’s the only thing that even matters from then. Because you mention OGs and they’re now just two people, and even those two are on sort of rock ground. It’s all irrelevant at this point. We’ve taken over the show. We’re what matters now. The two of us and the woman who snuck her way into this match. And now we have to deal with it.
 
I’m going to address our one-on-one history at the risk of you taking it and running with it like a buffoon hyped up on Mountain Dew that thinks the holy grail to ideas has fallen in her lap. We’ve had a lot of classic battles. Already they could make an entire highlight reel of just the moments we’ve had together. That’s both together and as opponents. I’ll admit that in the times we’ve met face-to-face in that ring it hasn’t always gone my way. Even last month it might have been close to going your way. This isn’t a one-on-one match, but it still comes very personal to me. You talk about me as something you need to overcome and you throw the Women’s Championship as the prize that comes with what you say will happen at Malicious Intentions. But with all your steely reserve and belief in your own ability to make that happen, my desire to beat you is so much stronger. That alone isn’t enough to guide me to a win, but it’s the itch that runs up the side of my leg that makes me know I’m about to deliver a kick your jaw will never forget. I understand as well as anyone the chaos that comes in multi-person matches. I have quite a mix of success and failure when it comes to more people. But in each and every one of those moments I learned exactly what I needed to know to ensure I would be the greatest wrestler alive today. I call myself that feeling such ease from within because I have done amazing shit over the last several months that classify me on my own at this moment. It’s crazy to think that when I won the Empress crown there were immediately doubts. Already someone had won that tournament, took her shot and failed. I can’t remember who that was, but I think she rallied and used that momentum to become widely popular with her fans and peers. It didn’t really matter to me. I was off doing my own thing then and creating my own legacy. You might remember before EoE I laid out a plan. I mentioned Cameron last time, and I’ll mention what I told her. She was telling me time was ticking. Well tick tock bitch. And take those words out of your mouth Cloud because I’ve been using them since long ago. I told her I wasn’t just going to win the tournament, but I was going to do what the first winner didn’t and win the title. And that was going to be just the beginning. If you think the momentum you gained from that EoE win was something, you haven’t seen a fucking thing yet. You’re busy over there with pen and paper trying to write the chapter you say is about you. Clever, since you know how often I talked about the next chapter and the story being about me. But understand this: I’m walking into this match and I’m drop kicking that whole chapter of yours into the fire. Back to the drawing board for you. I’m not beating you and squashing your dreams out of anything personal. I’m doing this because it’s what I want to do. EoE was just a sentence for me. Winning the title was the paragraph. I’m just beginning to write this chapter, and it doesn’t come to an abrupt end at Malicious Intentions. I don’t write short stories, Aria. That’s not my style. I write novels. Chapter 1 was the coming of age in this company, cutting my teeth. Chapter 2 was a long read on the historic reign of the Specialist’s Championship. But this whole book? This whole thing is about what I’m doing with the Women’s Championship.
 
It’s not enough for me to just come into this match with the two of you and compete hard and hope for the best result. If you haven’t been paying attention, I don’t operate on hope anymore. When I want something, I take it. That’s what you should understand. Trace the steps, baby girl. Why do you think we even added Sheridan to our team for Shock Value? It was the plan all along. It wasn’t Kendra’s or Cam’s or HBG’s. It was mine. Just like it was my full intention to win the crown and become champion. I think that should tell you a strong lesson about me. What I’m riding right now is a wave that’s not ready to crash against the shores. It’s still growing higher and higher. And at the bottom of it, the victims who could keep from getting swept up in the storm. When you and Stephanie step into my ring, you’re playing my game. You’re setting yourself up to drown in the bottom of this wave that’s not about to subside anytime soon. I understand what you want and what you need and how damn important this is for you. This is your lifeblood right now. This is all you can think about. What you should prepare for is the reality that you will still be thinking about this title every night as you try to figure out what the fuck it will take to win it away from me. I’m not going anywhere. And I’m not letting you take this. Probably what Cloud hates more than anything right now is you talking about how much me and you are set up to have these big fights over and over and over, all while one person is barely mentioned. This is the anger that you’re mostly creating and fueling her with. If she’s the reason you don’t win this title, if she’s the reason once again that this match goes completely awry, that will have to weigh on your conscience. You are the fuel to the fire that keeps her wanting to be the destroyer of our worlds. But look at her, she’s no real beast. She’s not capable of cleansing this company of the women that she hates or blames for any of her failures. The only person in this match capable of ending careers is Cailin Dillon. I am the face of Empire, and for some that would be a weight that is too hard to carry. For me, it means I’m taking women’s wrestling, not Vixens, but Women’s wrestling into the next stage. We’re Elitists now and that would have never happened without the things a few of us did. But as the champion, it’s my job to make sure this title is properly battle tested. To make sure this division keeps getting better. And what better way than to keep the title where it belongs, on my waist, and turning away every single challenge that tries to come along and take it out of my possession? I know I’m not getting an Aria Jaxon that doesn’t know what she’s about to fight. I know I’m not getting a Cloud Matsuda that doesn’t expect to be in for the biggest fight in her life. Like I said, you two are playing my game because this is my stage and this is my title. At Malicious Intentions, I’ll invite to co-stars for the night to share that stage for me. But at the end of the night, there’s only one person who needs to be taking the bow for the show we put on. That’s the reigning Women’s Champion. That’s yours truly. I appreciate the competitiveness that you bring to this fight. I don’t need to tell you this, but I don’t like easy matches. Easy is boring. I’d rather fight tooth and nail and show everyone once again that I truly am the best. All the haters, all the doubters… they can just sit back and frown as I do the exact opposite of what they want and keep on winning the matches. I’ll squash their favorites, I’ll overcome the odds they thought for sure would catch me off guard and I’ll keep on raising this title over my head because that’s what I was put on the earth to do. You better believe that, Aria, because it’s the future you will be dealing with for the rest of your career in EAW. Every time your turn a corner wanting a title you will run into me. Each time you have a title you want to defend, I’ll be there fighting to take it off your hands. That’s the book we’re writing. All of us might share the Hall of Fame someday. Hell, two of us might have our own area in there as much as we’re set up to fight for the rest of our lives. But in my spot, Aria, you’ll be forced to view the book we wrote together. I imagine you opening it up to this chapter and getting a permanent look of disgust on your face. Someday you’ll have to read about how you succumbed to the legendary resolve of Cailin Dillon. But at Malicious Intentions, you get to feel it. That’s where we’ll make those bad memories for you. That’s where both of you fail and I rise as only the Empress can.

 
Well, good morning EAW fans and wrestlers...at least those of you in the United States, I should say. It's a rather dour looking afternoon in Italy. I must say that I’m getting a little bit disappointed and bored. My observations over the last few hours haven’t been fruitful at all. Most of what I’m hearing is coming from the same three people. Sophia Rose, Cameron Ella Ava and Consuela Rose Ava. While the back and forth and banter has been interesting to watch from a distance it’s starting to get repetitive and a little old for my taste. Not that I dislike any of them. I think Sophia is very right to have this energy and desire to be the best in the world and I think she brings up a lot of valid points about the OGs, Cameron especially. I’m also sympathetic to her aims of revenge. But, as I pointed out in a previous statement, I’m just worried that this rage is slowly becoming all-consuming. I obviously want to win and will take any route to the top that I can, but I don’t like seeing someone who has so much talent look so obsessed and single-minded when it comes to such an important match. Sure, there will be other battles to fight in the future but Sophia, don’t lose sight of the entire forest just looking at one or two trees. There are plenty of us out there who will attack and eliminate you minus the apparent personal baggage you seem to have with several folks. Again, this is not a threat with malignant intentions whatsoever. Just a reminder that other people besides the Avas exist out there.  I know I probably should have just kept my mouth shut, kept my head in the sand and stayed out of the way, but I just felt compelled to say something.


As for the Wonder Twins, I have no truck with either of them either. Consuela and I had a match recently and I know firsthand how talented that young woman is. As for Cameron, I have plenty of Erica Ford stories about you. That girl seems to both respect and hate you. I respect you but feel an indifference about you personally. I am a professional. Wrestling, soldiery, being a mercenary. It’s all the same in terms of looking at things with a level, calm mind. As much as people like La Diva make me either laugh or scratch my head, as much as Azumi Goto puts me to sleep or Kendra Shamez seemingly begs for a swift kick in the ass and a punch in the face, I must keep my nerve. I can’t allow myself to be dragged down to the level where Sophia seems to reside at the moment, completely wrapped up in issues and not completely focused on her target. I look forward to the time where I can finally share the ring with you all and prove that I am not some flash in the pan that will disappear at the first opportunity. I look forward to showing you that professionalism and focus pay off.



Where are the rest of the girls though? My observations had led me to believe that people like Haruna Sakazaki, Laura, and Megan would relish in an opportunity like this to let the world know how they planned to triumph. I actually miss La Diva not saying something weird. Cherrise said something earlier in the week but honestly that girl is as about as nonthreatening as a stuffed teddy bear. You people are not making my observation duties easier by any means. So be it. I will continue my diligence as I return to the United States this afternoon. Jet lag won’t stop me from finding the closet gym to prepare for my greatest test as a professional wrestler. Boredom will not stop me from continuing to watch every single move each and every one of you make. Your determination, your focus, and your drive will not stop me from claiming the Empire Cup and shocking the entire wrestling world. 

Dynasty promo #5


(The scene opens inside the presidential suite of the Banyan Tree club and spa Seoul hotel. The suite offers the finest in classic luxury, which is epitomized by this particular Suite. It's here we find sitting down by the small circular coffee table, we find EAW's Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels with confident and cocky smile on his face.)






Michaels: "Nothing better after a long day at the gym then taking the time to address my adoring public, while putting a jackass who has a real problem with flapping his gums, back in line. Yeah I'm talking about you Methuselah. I've heard all that crap that that spilled from your mouth and onto your Social Media account. By the way how many click farms did you have to pay to get all those ghost followers?

You keep going on and on about wanting to screw my mom, and I'll admit at first it got me pissed right the fuck off, but then I took a moment look at the situation, and I began to laugh at my ass off at it. I mean the great and mighty Methuselah, the deranged motherfucker who has won countless five star match awards, held world championships, and waged wars against in the ring, he has been reduced down to nothing more than your mom jokes. I can't help by find it funny just how pathetic you've become. Like it's become so painfully obvious that you have become nothing more than a broken down old man who simply can't take care of business in the ring, so the best you could hope for at this point in your career is to beg and plead for someone, anyone, to take pity on you and give your balls a jiggle. So go right ahead and try to get with my mom, I'm more than sure your not her type. But Hey after she shoots you down, why don't you try and get with a four year old again? Maybe then your half a stick of gum long member might get the job done.

I mean you weren't man enough to get it done with Kendra, or Tarah, or that little number that dumped your ass just a few weeks ago. Hell now that I think about it maybe you wouldn't have even been enough for Xavier's kid. My god, it just keeps getting worst and worst to be you doesn't it?

Not only is your skills in the bedroom nonexistent, but your skills in the ring, which were at one time thought to be unmatchable, have now been far and away surpassed by yours truly. Because I am the very definition of Elite, the golden standard, simply put the greatest professional athlete to ever step thru the ropes, hands down. And believe me, when I say something I damn make sure to take whatever action necessary to see it thru. This week on Dyansty will be no exception. I am going do whatever it takes to make sure that I am The one who gets his hand raised and moves on to face Drake Jager. And if that means I have to end a legend, or his make believe, Flying Spaghetti Monster god to do so, then so be it. Because I refuse to stand aside any longer, especially when I'm the most talented man that'll be in the ring this Friday.

So bring those glowing amulets you found inside a box Cracker Jack, and all the rest of the smoke and mirrors too. But most importantly bring your A-game Methuselah, because when I pin you this Friday night, and knock you off that pedestal you've been placed on, I want you to know that you gave everything you had, and it still was enough, because there is no such thing as better than perfect. Even the great and mighty Gawd can't top Perfect! And when I beat you, I'm gonna use that victory as the foundation of the Mark Michaels era in EAW, it's the least I can do for someone like you Methuselah.


But don't think for a second I've forgotten about those other two peons. The ones who are at this moment Most likely cowering in a corner somewhere. The ones who are in for the same kind of ass whooping I'm fixing to lay down on Methuselah. Atiliano Castillos, and Lucas Johnson.


Now to this moment I've not heard a peep out of Atiliano, and really I wouldn't care if I did because nothing that could ever come out of his mouth would matter, because whether he likes it or not he is about to step into the ring with the greatest wrestler alive today. And at any moment I can, and will drop Atiliano like a sack of bricks. I'm about show Atiliano the difference between a flash in the pan like him, and an eternal flame like me. How one can startle the lower I.Q.'s in the crowd, and how the other draws reverence and respect from each and every person who comes across it.

Now sure Atiliano can sucker punch with the best of them, but I'll be having none of this Friday night. Oh no, see Atiliano is gonna have to stand toe to toe with me, look me in the eye, and know that the moment the bell rings his ass belongs to me. I am going to show this overrated bastard that it takes more than a knocking some sorry son of a bitch upside the head with a chair to earn the right to face a champion. You have to be an athlete of the highest caliber. A Showman with unmatched charisma. And always giving more effort than every other bastard in the locker room. That is the kind of man you need to be, that is the kind of man that I am. And if Atilino can't look in the mirror and see that type of man in himself, than he may as well sit his as on the couch and watch this one at home.



And Lucas, how have you been? Have you been busy trying to think up some bullshit excuse as to why you're gonna get your ass kicked on Dynasty already? Have you been practicing holding back your tears for when I'm the one who stands tall at the end of the night? If you haven't you may as well start now. Because there is no chance in hell that you are gonna beat me in that fourway match. Hell of you even bother to try, I'll give your fat ass a first class flight on the end of my boot all the way back to Miami.

You are not in the realm of champions, hell every time you open your mouth and vomit that nonsense about wanting a title shot, you sound more delusional than MethuseDeDe over there. Why don't you go and stay over at the kids table this Friday night, and let the men sort out should be the one to face Drake Jager for the Interwire championship? Because if you keep up this charade of thinking your worth half a damn when it comes to Championship gold, the. You are just gonna keep wasting everyones time. Won't you have even he slightest bit of consideration for the good people who watch this show, and step aside so that the men who actually have greatness in them, can shine even brighter. Why not save yourself from another embarrassment, another match filled with broken promises to all three of your fans. Why not just lay down in the middle of the ring and make it easy on yourself, because we all know that its how you're gonna wind up in this match anyways.


You three nimrods better start facing up to the fact that you are on a collision course with a titan of the sport. The man who is the unofficial Interwire champion in waiting. The Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the hashtag hero to millions of followers the whole world over. The man who is the personification of greatness, and the embodiment of Perfection. A man who has yet to even reach his peak, and is yet still the brightest burning star that this company has. The man who deserves the main event fifty two weeks out of the year. The man who transcends the world of wrestling. The man who is the best thing this company has ever laid eyes on. The Undisputed Social Media Champion, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. And after I'm done beating the shit out of these clowns, I'm gonna do the same to Drake Jager, and all of you better start picturing THAT!"


(The camera holds on Michaels before...)

FADE TO BLACK.

EAW Awards show promo #5

Thursday, Chicago, Illinois, 9:44 p.m.

(The scene opens with a wide shot inside the Lincoln park zoo. It's here amongst the bright and colorful lights that shine out from every tree, we find several small clusters of people gazing upon the holiday sights, most of whom carry with them bags filled the gifts and small items that they will be handing out during the holidays. But within the crowd a lone figure walks with his head down, paying no attention to the festive decor, no, instead of waking along with the traffic, he walks against it as the people in the crowd subconsciously part to allow him passage. The camera zooms in on the figure, he raises his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes pierce thru the camera, he is the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: " How perverse this world is. To corrupted and twist the winter solecist, with deception Of the cross, and to replace celebration of gathering what was needed to survive, with rewarding those who poison their fellow man with kindness. From a day of rest for the strong, to a time of letting the weakest of the heathens leach off your lifeblood. How the deceivers have turned the world upside down and made their lies, the foundation upon which the masses build their lives, that is why this earth must be leveled and rebuilt in my masters' image. For the lie has wrapped itself around hearts and minds of these ignorant fools, as a weed takes root and wraps itself with the vine. This is the task they have laid before me, and I shall see it to its completion for I wish not to taste their wrath like so many others will this Friday.

Men who think that they have been called for glory, and gold. Men who realize not that their wills have been manipulated by my masters so they may be brought to the place where they shall meet their destiny. For when they have comes to their chosen place upon the altar of my masters, at the appointed hour they shall all be sacrificed for the honor of the ones who have sent me.

Their honor, not yours Kelly Hackenschmidt. Once again you miss the message they have given you. Your ears made deaf by your own Hubris. You fail again to realize that it is not me whom you have to heal glory or fear upon. It is not my own glory which I seek, oh no, it is only my salvation, for their fire is coming sooner than you realize, and I am the one they have chosen to herald their coming. For when they do you won't have even a moment to look your woman in the eye and say goodbye before both of you are turned to ash. In that moment your code, your honor, your ethics, you will gladly offer them all in exchange for an ending to your suffering. Tread lightly with your words Hackenschmidt, for they may not be so quick to grant you that ending which you will desire, and instead they will take pleasure in the screams of agony that will pour from your mouth without ceasing. Compare me to the liars of the cloth, it will not matter at the end of ages.

Moongoose McQueen, you Believe my words to lunacy? That they are just the ramblings of an addled mind? Or do you only speak these thing to try and convince yourself that all that I have said is merely a falsehood that cannot harm you? Listen well, the words I speak, the words my masters have given to me, they are the purest form of truth. When I spoke of you prostituting yourself, it cannot be denied. When I said that you have taken The gifts they have given onto you, and squandered them by making yourself a puppet who dances upon the strings, the whole world has stood as witness to this. You say this is how you make your living, I say that this is how you have dug your own grave, for you have condemned yourself with your foolishness, and foolishness shall have no place in the glorious reign.


A glorious reign which you had the chance to take part in Lars Grier, but your vanity has gripped you completely, and you have spoken blasphemy by denying them. Your speech is like the dropping of a dog, he stench of which is foul. You shall be made to swallow your word when the appointed hour has come. When your blood has been poured out upon my masters' altar, perhaps then you will see that they are not just phantom specters, but the wielders of power greater than any can comprehend. When they have unleashed it upon you, and their wrath overcomes you, you shall know that there is nothing imaginary about the ones who have sent me.

Davidson, Ripely, how it sickens me that you two are joined together at the hip. How where one goes the other follows. The only thing worst than a heathen weakling, is two heathen weaklings. How you quest for gold and glory, how you both feel as though you've actually earned all that you have received. How you flaunt and boast without a care in the world. Rest assured, when flood of fire sweeps over all that rest upon this earth, both of you shall feel the flames crawling up and eating you alive. Both of you shall hear the cries of terror from the other and weep a pool of bitter tears. For instead each you of preparing themselves for what is to come, you have called upon the other to be the yolk to which your load is bared. But on that great and horrible day, whom shall you turn to when the smoke is so blinding you cannot see what stands just inches from your face? You were each born into this world alone, and so again shall you be at the end of ages.


Cody Marshal, your patriotism has fooled you into thinking that you are the white knight whom will save the kingdom from all of its ills. How would you hoe to save others when you could not even hope to save yourself. You whose mind has been stirred up and twisted by snakes who seek praise and power from you. Snakes who will say anything to massage your ego to gain your trust, so that they may discard you until the time they are in need of you again. They have indoctrinated you, and you in turn have indoctrinated you children. For this reason you must be made example of. For allowing yourself to be swayed and manipulated by the scum who hold office is an egregious enough to bring about your damnation, but spreading your disease to your children, to those who may be called upon in the future, for doing such your downfall shall be made know to the whole world, and when you are remembered, it shall be for demonstrating the works of those who have sent me.

Anthony Leonhart, you think yourself as a king, worthy to be honored and served upon. You are but a peasant in a tin crown, knowing not that he is the subject of ridicule and humiliation. What has earned you any kind of crown? You are not a great leader, you have not proven yourself to be gifted in battle, you could not even be counted amongst the strong who will survive. No the only kind of king you are, is the king of fools. And at the time of their chosen hour t
You will realize that as you are consumed, and made nothing more than cinders and smoke.

Ahren, do you or any of the other scum whom I must eradicate, do you think that you may simply over look their message? If my words were my own, you may as well have, but my masters will no longer stand for being ignored, they shall be heard by all, from the greatest to the least, not one single soul upon the earth shall be allowed ignorance. For in the time to come, those who are too mindless to listen, who are to vain to care, who are too weak to serve, you aaaaalllllllllllll shall be scrubbed away, and this earth shall be made pure. So bask in the glow of the lights while you may, for the disease that festers and breeds on this earth shall be cured. The positions of power, and the empires of the earth, shall crumble away to nothing. The true nature and order of this life shall be restored. So while you may, eat your fill, drink all that you may hold, lay with whomever would have you. Because all of you have been marked for your flaws, all of you mmmmmuuuusssttt be made an example of. And when the world see your destruction, they will know that no one may stand against my masters, and their day furious anger shall fall all of the wicked heathens who would doubt them. Grasp at the straws of your lives, for the time is soon, for with the sweetest whispers they have told me these things, and the must be so."


(Caine continues walking and steps out of frame. The camera pulls back out to where it started before blacking out.)

The end.

 
You’ve gotten to the point where you’re amused by your own fucking thoughts this week. They’re thoughts you’re cooking up inside of your head all on your own. It’s strange, really, how you try to draw something so big out of something so little. It’s almost as if you got to a point where you knew there was no return. It’s inevitable that your back is pinned against the wall and you’re struggling to figure out how to fight out of it. But this is what happens when your mind is so simple and your thoughts so constrained to just a few things. Take for example how you’re unwilling to believe anything but the wild accusation that everything that’s happened to this Vixen’s in 2016 is because of you. I want to take a moment and explain our exchanges at the Empress tournament for you. I urged you to cash in because people were already forgetting you. You had a chance to capitalize on a great deal of hype and I believe probably get people to subscribe to your ideals back shortly after you won the Vixen’s Cup. But you were still so new that your candle had yet to do really much more than flicker. Even beating Cam to take that was only enough to generate the hype. You squashed it on your own by waiting. I was offering you advice. Clearly you took it on the next opportunity you had, so point fingers at me all you want, but I was right. You did what I said and it worked. And there in the distance was the last fucking glimmer of hype that you had left. But so little that you damn near have to build from the ground up all over again. Because maybe you think German Efficiency works well for you. But these other broads, let me tell you hunny. They don’t believe in it for a damn second. It’s because half this place forgot that you were just waiting to cash that in for the “right moment.” The only reason most people remembered you had it was because of your opponents wouldn’t stop prodding you about it harder than I did with the cattle prod.
 
It’s funny, though, how you mention my favoritism of history being embarrassing. Because during my time as Specialist’s Champion, while I was winning big matches, you took every opportunity you could to mock both me and that title. Your Vixen’s Cup was an opportunity for you to cash in on either title, but you made at least half of that equation seem laughable from the get-go. I don’t blame you. Your title will always be seen as the top prize of this division. But I still held a belt for more than five months, and I beat people who were at that time considered to be among the best. Including you. And I get the whole argument that along the way you have adjusted and changed and improved and that shit is all in the past. But we all change along the way. You went from that moment, losing arguably your first notable match, to building a dynasty for yourself. You did it your way. Something to embrace, for you that is. The thing is, no one else really gives a shit when you do things for yourself or achieve great things, for yourself. Just like how all I have to do is say the words Specialist Champion and you roll your eyes, throw your hands up in the air in frustration and immediately turn the camera on to come at me for everything I’ve ever done. But the fact is, there was a time when I was promising to build the prestige of a belt that started with nothing. I told everyone I was going to make it something Vixen’s really wanted to fight over. All Vixens. And I fucking did it, with you putting in your two cents about it along the way, joining in with the rest of the bitches that wanted to call it a piece of trash. So take a big spoonful of your own goddamn medicine and shove it down your throat until you start gagging and choking on the spoon. This is how it works here. You can’t have it both ways if no one else can. I’ve only called you on your straight up bullshit this year. You categorize a few wins and make it seem like you’ve won matches over the entire universe. You won the Vixens Cup, cool. Retiring Rey Shamez? Does anyone care? I doubt Kendra even gives a shit. Retiring Madison Kaline? Weird, she’s fighting for a title this week. Beating Kendra at Pain for Pride? That was in June. It was four months later before you did something of real note. That’s not exactly riding off in the sunset and coming back for a big moment. But that’s it. You don’t run shit. You don’t have any influence over anything. What great things have you done as a champion so far? I can’t wait to hear the list of bullshit you pull out of your ass for that one. Is it the moment when you apparently pledged your loyalty to taking on the evil OG Vixens? Is that it? Because that’s as worthless as the things you chide me for. Yet we keep doing this dance. God, you’re just awful at this. You only have a few real things to say. With every person you face you accuse them of working backstage politics. There was a time when you openly campaigned for me to get a rematch for my title at Grand Rampage… I sure seem to be good at working backstage politics, huh? You’re so fucking insecure about everything around you that you always have to imagine you’re being cheated. Everyone is in their spot because they’re on someone’s dick backstage or diving their faces between someone’s thighs. Well guess what fuck wad, I’m the one person that can assure you that’s not happening with me. So keep searching for reasons to rationalize your puny fucking ideals. I wasn’t hand selected for this operation. I worked my fucking ass off to get this opportunity. I’m doing it the way I want to do it because that’s the way I want to. You’re a complete fucking asshole for trying to make everyone only do it your way. You’re no hero. You’re just a big fucking fraud who’s hoping no one pulls back the big veil and exposes her as just pulling a few switches and trying to work the system. You’re no goddamn beast, you’re a fucking tamed horse just galloping happily in her pen. You used to tell me I lived in a world of rainbows and butterflies. You’re basically creating this same fantasy now with a few twists and catchphrases. And don’t get me wrong you fucking idiot, I’ve never said I’m perfect. It’s not like I’m undefeated or making myself out to be unbeatable. I’ve lost. I’ve had to learn a lot of hard lessons in this business. But I did learn. I actually soaked up those moments and learned how to be better. I trained how to be better. And that’s why I’m fighting in this match with you at Road to Redemption. I don’t need to have a fancy phrase and I don’t need to make ridiculous claims to beat you.
 
Why oh why do we all focus on the same things when we face you. Well it’s quite simple. It’s all you fucking talk about. Don’t act like we’re starting a revolution by responding to the dumb shit you say. You take history backwards when you come back at us with the same generic shit. Oh, excuse me, you changed a couple words here and there. I hope that didn’t leave too big a scratch on your ultra thin skin. You just want so badly to believe that everything that happens to you is about envy and jealousy. You just want to trust your instinct that everyone wants to kick your ass because they can’t live your superior lifestyle and they just can’t hang. It was time to turn the attention towards our match. And to be quite honest, I’m glad we didn’t have to spend a month where you tried to label me the first disciple of your bullshit and we just pretended to play nice and respectful while you tried to take the glove off and give me a few soft slaps here and there as you boasted once again about everything German and how Cailin is the one person who gets me. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with emotions. We all have emotions. Even you, stoic. Everything you do is essentially you standing up for what you and you alone believe in. There’s emotion involved there. So when you come at me and say everything I do has to be emotional, I find that to be really strange. I mean, imagine a monotone world where I picked up a cattle prod and just electrocuted the fuck out of you with a blank expression on my face. Picked you up and kicked you. Imagine hearing your best friend or close family member had just died and responding with nothing but a robotic “oh.” It’s kind of bullshit that you come at me for having emotions. It just feels like such a stretch of the imagination for you to take that approach and pretend as if you’re actually saying something pertinent.
 
I think somewhere in your shallow mind you believe that you created the perfect formula along the way. Say a few of the same things, tell everyone that I’m assuredly better trained than anyone on the planet and then there is no way they can beat me. I have a great deal of optimism that you might actually change the way you do things after you feel this ultimate low. It’s also weird, I already told you I don’t like you this week. I think you’re a worthless piece of shit. Like, I’ve said that this week and now you’re trying to act like I’m hiding that. I’m sorry, I don’t have to repeat the same shit every time. I thought you figured it out by now. I think you’re just straight trash. It would be one thing for you to say you were apart of something along the way. You bash me for saying that. You take full credit like a complete dipshit that’s just so full of themselves. You want me to say I hate you because you want to go on a tirade, jump up and down and point like a trained little monkey and say you knew it. You want to claim that’s the reason I can’t and I won’t win this match. You want to go for the emotions argument all over again. But that argument falls flat when it doesn’t really play into this match. I’m not so fucking over emotional that I’m going to lose control and forget what we’re fighting for her. I’m not Stephanie Matsuda running around and hitting people with a chair because I’m angry. No, this was more calculated than that. I will absolutely beat you at Road to Redemption and I will do so with emotion on my side. If you want to pretend to be a machine instead, that’s fine, but I imagine you’ll be showing your great deal of emotion too. This match is you defending everything you say you’re changing. You might not see it that way, but the rest of the world is waiting to see if Sheridan is the real deal, or a one-hit wonder that came in from the side door in the middle of the scene. I see everything you say you will do crashing down around you at Road to Redemption. You call what I’m doing a masquerade? Wow, I’m just standing here telling you the truth and the way it’s going to happen. I’m offering you the fair warning so you can prepare yourself for the end. It’s going to hurt. You’re going to feel more emotion than you have in some time. Keep it together though, put your big girl pants on and don’t lose control after you lose everything. Actually, what are you really losing? Just the title right? Everything else you think you have is just in your imagination. It doesn’t matter to me. There’s enough to take, and I will take it. But I’m not going to do it because I hate you. I’m doing it because this is what is destined to happen. Your destiny is to fail. And mine? My destiny is to rule over Empire alongside my sisters. You don’t have to agree with the way I do things. But after Road to Redemption, you will be forced to accept a world where I stepped on the throat of German Efficiency and exposed it as not good enough for this company. Your two-month, one-person, unfollowed revolution is over. I took the first shot and I will take the last. This is the end of your era.

Voltage promo #5

Thursday, Cambridge, MA, 8:00 p.m


(The scene opens inside the Harvard Square Homeless shelter. Here we find a long line of despondent men and women, lining up for the small portions of turkey, and mashed potatoes being handed out tonight. The camera pans across to the head of the line. It's there, in the background, on the other side of a large window, we see a figure standing outside. The camera cuts to the rainy streets, here we see the back of the figure clad in a long black trench coat, looking in thru the window.)

???: "What kind of perversion is this? Why would anyone give anything to these scum? Is it that they have been so poisoned by the philosophy of the weak, that their Conscience has been distorted into serving those who must be scrubbed away? Or does their vanity fool them into believing that preforming one act of charity, will erase away a lifetime worth of horrid atrocities?"

(The figure turns to face the camera revealing himself to be the man who has shocked the world with the actions he has taken over the past month. The man whose prophecies of doom and destruction seem to come true with every passing week. The man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "How foolish can they be? They cannot save themselves how would they ever hope to save any other? Oh How selfish their works truly are, for all they do is simply garner the praise of other heathens like themselves, all they ask is to stroke their own egos! These fools know not that about what is coming. They are blind to the fact that only my masters can end the suffering of others, and that they will do so when the flood of fire consumes all in its path. All whom are found sick, or inept, or ignorant, or vain, OR ANY OTHER FORM OF WEAKNESS! They will be washed away in a never ending instant. The end is at hand for the the filth that sit before me, and the filth that awaits his fate this Sunday.

I speak to you Drastik. I tell you now that as these heathens shall soon see their fate unfold before their very eyes, so will you at the hour chosen by my masters. The hands of time, push both of us closer to our purposes. The will of those who have sent me, inch us closer to our ultimate destination. Today is known as a day of thanks, and that is what I give to my masters, for providing that which is necessary. This Sunday however, will be known as a day of truth, when the deceptions and illusions perpetrated by the wicked are to be lifted from our eyes that you may finally see. See the world as it truly is. Corrupted by the weak with words like charity and good will. Twisted by those who seek nothing but to steal glory from the ones who have sent me for themselves. Do you understand my words Drastik? Does your silence speak of your contemplation? Of your understanding? Or does it speak again of your fear?! Will you face the punishment that awaits you head on? Or will you slink and slither away like the slimy snake you've always been? Answer me Drastik! Answer me that you may answer yourself, that you may see past the façade that your vanity has fooled you into believing.

See while you may think yourself a great champion, who is worthy of glory and honor, you are not but a mouse who crawls away into the darkness to hide when ever he has been spotted. Drastik, you are not strong, you are not righteous, you are not WORTHY! YOU ARE A GODDAMN COWARDLY WEAKLING! Ddddddooooooo you deny this, to dare and call those whom I serve liars?! Reflect upon yourself, examine all your that is in you, and of you, and you shall know that that all I tell you is what the entire world already knows. Face it now Drastik, for It shall not be any easier to do so this Sunday. On that day you will face Trial and tribulations the likes of which you have never encountered before. Your metal shall be tested thru fire, your impurities scraped away as you melt under the heat from the flames. And when you have been made perfect, your body will be placed upon the altar of my masters, and you shall be made a pleasing sacrifice. Prepare yourself Drastik, prepare.

For sooner than you could ever realize you shall see all that I have foretold, take place. On that day, you will cry a river of bitter tears over every word that your rotten tongue has, you curse the day you emerged from your mother's womb as you are bathed in your own blood. This is the fate to which you are bound in iron to. This is where the long winding journey you have been told which you have been placed, reaches its great and hideous end. Soon, very soon, you will find that you have become no better than these vermin that beg for scraps so that they have neither labored nor sowed for. Then you will see that your quest to bring glory to the gold you possess, the gold that rightfully belongs to my masters, that quest you will finallyyyyyy see is all in vain.

Bring forth thanksgiving to the ones who are sending me, for they will carve your name in eternity thru the breaking of your body. Thru the crushing of your bones, and the rending of your flesh, your name shall live in infamy eternal. What a great service you will provide. What a great number of the masses shall flock towards you, and see their works upon the earth. How wonderful it is to know that you cannot escape it, like you have escaped so many others. How joyous it is to know that they are delivering you to me upon a silver platter. And how great my rewards shall be when I carry out the task they have chosen me for. My masters are generous to those who have heeded their call and served their purpose, perhaps they may be to you as well Drastik, for perhaps you may live to see the day of the great fire, you you present yourself this Sunday.


(Caine looks upwards to the heavens, a wicked smile creeping up on his face as the rain continues to pour down on him.)


Caine: "I thank you my masters, for the chance to bring back what is rightfully yours. I thank you that the body of Drastik, the gold he carries, and the eyes of THE WORLD SHALL ALL BE TURNED OVER TO YOU! I thank you for the glorious reign that is coming, and the end of ages that prepares the way for the flood of fire. I thank you that you have called me to serve, and shall not cast me aside as long as I do so. I thank you for the salvation you are granting to me, and the filthy wretches to whom you are not. I thank you for all that you, with the whispers sweeter than the voices of the angles, have shared with me. The end of the heathens and all that they have made with their words, and their works, and their lies. The crumbling of the empires which is happening now as I speak. And the beauty of what is yet to come. I thank you for all that you have told me..."

(Caine lowers his head, his gaze staring a hole thru the camera with his evil grin still on his face.)

Caine: "...for they shall be so."

(Caine turns and steps out of the fame before the camera blacks out.)

The End

Shock value #5

Oklahoma City, Saturday, 5:45 a.m.


(The scene opens outside the Chesapeake Energy Arena. Slivers of The morning sun just eek past the top of the arena, as a figure Clad in a long black trench coat steps into the frame with his back to the camera.)


???: "At last the day has arrived. The great day of lightning. What joyous celebration shall occur in just mere hours. When the world will bare witness to the works of their great power..."

(The man turns around to reveal himself as one of the participants of the top prospects scramble. The man who the world knows as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "... and watch in horror as a great multitude are sacrificed. Yes the eyes of the world will be watching as the ones who have sent me, lay waste to those who have been called to this moment. Who's evil desires have been manipulated by my masters, that those wretches would serve their purpose. Oh what great and wonderful works will be witnessed tonight, when each those who are to be sacrificed see the beginning of their end.

Do you you hear me? Are you truly listening to my words this time? Have you opened your eyes to the truth, or have you all just buried you heads in the dirt so that you don't have to see anything?!

Is that what you have done Ahren?! Answer me! For all the warnings they have given you, for all the chances you've had to heed their calling, you have chosen to deny them! Instead you feed the monster inside you known as vanity. But that monster's appetite is gluttonous, it never stops hungering for more of the worthless praise and adulation from the putrid scum that walk upon the earth. You Have thrown away salvation! Do you speak of the wings that let you fly, how far will you get when they are ripped away from your body and you are crushed under their feeeeetttt! You will pay dearly for your insolence, you will be crushed by the weight arrogance, your body broken by the boulder that is your own ego. Ahren, when the lightning strikes the earth, you will watch in horror as everything I have said Comes to pass. At that moment do. It even bother to beg for forgiveness, because your actions have proven you are unworthy, and he who is unworthy will be amongst the first to feel the fire.


And Jakob, the son of the lion, the kin of the thunder, how is it that your evil mouth never ceases? Is it that full of poison that must seep out without rest? You still rant and rave, and boast about all that you will do, but the whole world can see thru empty words. The world can see that nothing you speak bares any fruit or meaning. You are a hollow shell of a man that speaks with bravado and competence because you have none that actually dwells within you! When the hour they have appointed arrives, you will not speak boldly, you will not even speak, you will whimper in fear as the ones who are coming tear you limb from GODDAMN LIMB! The pain you will come to know tonight, will be but the prick of your finger on a single stubby thorn compared to awaits you at the end of ages! At that chosen hour all that you have ever spoken against the ones who have sent me, will be thrown back at you as your flesh is eaten alive by the fire!

Danny Knoxx, you show more wisdom than he who you are bound to. You have learned well just how terrible your fate maybe. You have fell to their powers once before, and now you shall fall once more. You who spoke of all your strength, your silence shows just how weak you truly are. Your fear, the sign that you've learned respect for those who have sent me, it will grant you nothing now. It will not earn you any mercy or favor. It will not lessen the wrath that is soon to befall you. No, you had your chance to show humility, but you chose to lean upon your own strength. Now, after that strength has failed you time and again, now that you realize that you are totally helpless against my masters, now you try to gain a measure of salvation. But now it is far too late for you, you stand condemned for all eternity! You will see nothing on the day of the glorious reign but the flood of fire! You will hear nothing but the screams of the word as they burn along with you!


Alonzo, does your silence reflect your contemplation? Have you examined all of the horrendous atrocities you have committed? Or does it simply mean that your own cowardice has overwhelmed you?! Do you feel regret for lies you have spread to all you come into contact with? Or have you simply decided to try and flee in terror from what they have planed for you?! Run as much as you like, they will find you. Whether you travel higher than the mountains, or Down past the deepest depths of the sea, they will seek you out, and give to you the just and righteous punishment you deserve. You will bare witness as the stars that you hold in reverence, come falling to the ground! And when they do they will obliterate any who are caught In their path, you included! The time for you to face the truth is at hand Alonzo, and whether you are willing or not, you and the whole world will see the truth!

JD Damon, what will you do tonight? Whom will you run to? Whom will you hide behind? No one can save you from what awaits you tonight, just as no one can save you from the flood of fire! Tonight you will be exposed to the world as the parasite you truly are. You have no strength to call you own, so you must leach off those who do. You have not enough to stand own your own feet, so you must use the crutches you call elite guards. I would pity you if you had not tried to deceive the world into thinking you are strong! The ones who have sent me have no need of deceivers in their glorious reign, so they will have no need of you. Run and cling to your master JD while you still can, for sooner than you realize, they will be eradicated, and you shall not be able to cling to them any longer.

Mike Showman, how long will you deny the works of my masters? How long can you live in self-deception? The powers they wield, are not just spectacles to astonish or amaze the simple minded. No, they are the evidence of their coming! WHO ARE YOU THAT YOU SHOULD CAST DOUBT UPON THEM! You who are nothing but a miserable weakling. Are you that blind to their works? Or are you just trying to fool yourself into believing your own wretched rhetoric?! Know this, I speak the truth, that is what they have called upon me to do. They have sent me to spread the message of their coming to all who would hear it. But you Mike, you have closed off your mind for you know what will happen at the chosen hour of their arrival. All that your family has built will lay in ruins. All off their silver and gold will become worthless trinkets that lay freely on the ground next to the smoldering corpses. And when these thing come to pass, all the power that your family had killed and schemed to acquire for you, will vanish in the twinkling of an eye. I'll say it again, your fortune traps you like a rat. And when the Glorious reign falls down upon the earth, that trap will spring, and crush your neck in one swift instance!

The same goes for you Jon McAdams. Now at the hour of you meeting your fate, you cower. You horrid scum who would try and plot against them. You would try to allay yourself to all the others who have been called to be sacrificed, in order that you might over power the one they have sent? Bring them forth I say for it shall not do you any good! Recruit as many of them as you can, recruit all the armies of the earth if you can! None will be able to stand against their will. Have you learned nothing from last time?! Have you not seen that their power is more than man can perceive? Are you that foolish to think that the others in the firing line would be able to save you? You pathetic worm. How glad I will be on the day they erase you, and all your mind off the face of this planet. How beautiful it will be, to see the last shred of all you held dear, come crumbling down to its foundation. How I will laugh as your horrified shrieks echo in eternity for all to hear. That day, cannot come soon enough, but when it does, how truly wonderful it shall be.


And Maero. My, my, my, Maero. How humorous I find it, that you call upon a dark side, when you have no idea what true darkness is! If you did you would not have spoken ill of the call of the ones who have sent me. The ones who have given you the demon that you turn to in this hour. The ones that have cut weakness out of you for their wonderful purpose. But you like a fool have sought out all that they find foul. You allowed doubt to breed in your mind. You allowed ego to blind you. You sought out the vanity, ineptitude, sickness, and all other manner of villainy that has made you no better than the rest of the filth infested heathens! Now instead of serving the ones who sent me, and perhaps sparing yourself from the horrors to come, YOU HAVE SEALED YOUR GODDAMN FATE!!! YOU WILL BARE WITNESS TO THE BURNING BODIES FILLING THE STREETS! YOU WILL HEAR THE SCREAMS OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN RINGING IN YOUR EARS! YOU WILL SEE THE FOUNDATIONS OF EMPIRES FALL BENEATH YOUR FEET! AND AFTER YOU HAVE SEEN THESE THINGS COME TO PASS, YOU WILL PLEAD FOR MERCY, BUT YOU SHALL FIND NONE!!! You are to join the rest of the chosen, you all shall be sacrificed on this consecrated day of lightning. And Maero, when you are, you will know what real darkness is.


Oh thanks be to you my masters, for calling me to do the great work that lays ahead. Thank you for bringing about the end of the weak. Thank you for providing the sacrifices that you require. Thank you for the flesh that they will provide, the blood that they will spill, and the pain... the true pain that they will suffer in your honor. For a these think you have told me, they must be so!"

(Caine lowers himself down to his knees and sits silently as the camera pulls back slightly to bring more of the arena, and the rising sun into the frame before fading to black.)

The End

SHOCK VALUE #5

Hello there lesser privileged people. My name is Mike Showman and I am richer than all of your previous fourteen generations combined. This past week you may have seen me come in front of the camera a lot and with good reasons. For this week we have the much awaited Shock Value pay per view. An event which is already bound for hall of fame status just because it has two of the most charismatic and classy wrestlers in all of EAW, Jon and me. But yes, the amount of times I did come in front of the camera because all the bullshit I have been receiving could have been limited and I could have been spared of the pain of addressing all the hollow men but there are some people whose basic senses work so less that in order to explain them something I have to repeat myself over and over and over again. But yes, this time, I won’t be talking to them. I believe I have spent more than enough time on them, time that quite frankly, they don’t deserve. What I will talking about right now is about winners. Because that is what Shock Value will be about, winners. When people talk about this event now or in the future, all they will remember is which man or woman was the winner in their respective matches. They are not at all going to spend their time on which moves were amazing, which man or woman delivered the most bad ass speech and all that shit. Added to that, with the kind of matches we are having in this event, the winners will most definitely shape the path of the future that EAW will have. Because after this event, we may or may not have a new EAW champion, a new Hardcore champion and definitely a new rising star. With so many things depending on the winner, it is only natural that winning is the thing I talk about standing so close to the iconic pay per view

So how do you define a winner? If you scour through all kinds of dictionaries and encyclopedias you more or less get “a person or a thing that wins something”. Pretty straight forward right? I mean, you go and participate in a competition, win it and there you are, a winner. But is it all? Is the one who goes on and wins it all a true winner? What about those who put their hearts and souls in a match but in the end, ends up just a little bit short and becomes second? What about all those who participate in an event after fighting against events that everyone thought would not even allow them to participate? Aren’t those people winners too? To be honest, no. And yes, fuck those people. Because as I said, people, as miserable as their memories might be, remember the victors and only the victors. For a while after the event is done, they might talk about the heroic deeds done by these so called brave people for coming out and conquering the odds that were stacked against them but a few days later, they just vanish like smoke from their memories. Now that Donald Trump has won the great election, do you honestly think people give a shit to what Hillary is doing? All the media is focused on Trump, the internet is buzzing on Trump and even in the foreign countries, people are talking about only Trump and has given the finger so far to the ‘efforts’ of Clinton. The situation would have been the same if Hillary would have won instead of Trump. Now that we have established who a winner is, the next logical question would be what makes a winner? Again, if we are to believe the bullshit of all the people around, we would get quotes like “Quitters never win and winners never quit.” Probably heard in their playground when they were growing up. The thing is, the men who never quit are the real losers in the world because a winner knows when to press on and when to quit. He understands what situation he is in and acts accordingly. Let us consider a situation when you are in charge of leading an army and the opposition you face has five times more soldiers than you. Who would you call a winner? A man who reads the situation and backs off thus saving the lives of the soldiers or the man who believes in that bullshit line I just said and pushes on and gets himself and his soldiers killed thus bringing total destruction down on his empire. So yes, a winner, a real winner backs off when he finds the situation demands to back off and presses on when the situation tells him to press on.

With these two conclusions in mind, let us attempt to map them to the scramble match that I am involved in. as I understand, each one of them will go there to win, right? But considering the above established points let us attempt to decipher who the real winner will be in that match. Ahren Fournier? He is the guy who tangled with me unnecessarily in a war of words even after I proved my point and later accused me of being repetitive. He fails to understand and acknowledge that I am far superior to him, just like that guy I talked about who goes into a battle outnumbered and gets himself killed. So yes, that’s him off the list. Maero? He probably is sucking some nice juice demon dick right now. Again, just like Fournier, he makes all the wrong choices and just after maybe seeing my picture in one of the vixen’s secret mobile phone he comes to all wrong conclusions. Ironically, Ahren and Maero are pals and thus I strike him off for the same reason I stroke Ahren off. Now, Solomon Caine. You know what, I will just strike him too because while he may clearly be a winner when it comes to special effects, he clearly isn’t one when it comes to real physical challenges. I am not even sure what kind of match we are fighting or what is at stake here. Then we have Jakob and Noxx. These two men are so reckless that in that army example if it were just two of them against the entire might of Europe and Asia, they would still charge forward with their wooden swords and so let’s strike them off as well. Which leaves us with JD Daemon and Jon McAdams. Now about Daemon, I really don’t know if he will even turn up for the match. He is probably hiding under a rock watching the war of words between us scared because he realizes how very obsolete he has become. That leaves Jon and of course, me. Now if you notice, both of us are very careful. We decided to form a team when at the perfect moment, when we both had the same ambition of conquering. We both are careful in our steps and we both know that winning is all and it shows to be honest. We have probably won more matches collectively than all the people in this match. That added along with the fact that I am unbeaten so far makes it certain that you are looking at winners. 

By the time I am done with this the event will be one more step closer to us. Tomorrow, when I face the other competitors, you know who the winner will be. You know who will be standing tall after the match is done and dusted. Because I have proven by facts that I am a winner, the rightful winner. 

Cheers

So what do you guys think about this? I'm actually surprised at this, but then when you put in how long someone's been in the company, and title run checks and then the net worth with Total Divas, it doesn't work. Plus merch.

Voltage #5

(The scene opens in a dark boiler room. All is quiet except for the sound of water dripping off a pipe in the distance. The camera slowly pans left to find the barley illuminated form of Solomon Caine, sitting on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest, his face resting In His hands.)

Caine: "Jon, you still turn a deft ear to everything I have said.  You questioned me where is the fire, where is the reign, where is the punishment to be inflicted upon you?  I have told you the end of ages begins Sunday. It is in their time, not your's McAdams, in which they will bring about each of their perfect plans, and lay waste to all of rotten pieces of walking bile like you that roam this world!  

You sicken me Jon,  I've warned you to prepare yourself for the end. Instead you only seek to provoke their anger. Instead of accepting your fate, you claim that you are strong and worthy of being spared. Do you not think they see thru your lies?!?  They know the kind of weak, wretched filth you are. They see past your bold faced lies, and see you at your innermost being. They have heard all of your foolish boasting of how you like to see others laid to ruins by your hands.  But now is the time when that very fate will befall you. 

I've warned you, and still you think that it is I you have to do battle with. It is not me who has cast judgement on the world. It is not me who purifies the lands of the cesspools of those who are like you Jon, the degenerates, blasphemers, inepts, and others who act like parasites and drain the life out of those who are worthy. Those good for nothing shits are all exemplified in you Jon, and so it must be that you, a figurehead, must be decapitated so that the rest of the body may DIE!"


(Caine inhales deeply and stands. His figure coming more into the light reveals a new tattoo on the side of his abdomen which reads 'Jon McAdams R.I.P. 10-23-16)

Caine: "Savor these mmmmooommeennttttssss Jon, try not to waste them. Don't squander them trying to convince yourself that you will not be made an example of. That you will conquer me and spare yourself from every goddamn ruin they have promised to bring upon you. Don't try to fool others as blind as you are, none of them will be able to save you, or even themselves anyways. Instead reflect upon your miserable life. Examine every moment of heartache, every second of pleasure, every crushing failure, and every one of your false victories that you have deluded yourself in believing that they have brought you glory.   Look back upon these moments Jon and you will realize the truth. That NONE of these moments will be remembered at the end of ages!  No one will so much as speak your name after witnessing being made a burnt sacrifice upon an alter.  Your possessions, your wealth, your devious mind which is filled with toxic venom that cripple the others like you, none of it will matter after you are chewed up and spit out my masters' mouths like spoiled meat!

This Sunday there will be no celebration. There will be no adulation.  There will only be people recoiling in horror as they witness the sadistic things that I must inflect on you. Jon McAdams, you pride yourself on being a survivor, you boast about how you will outsmart any in your path, but how will you outsmart anyone WHEN YOUR SKULL IS SPLIT OPEN?!?  How will you plot you next move, after you have  passed out from excessive blood loss?  How will you survive when your body is consumed by the end of ages?  


So continue to doubt me, if you dare. Stand steadfast in the blasphemy you speak when you claim my master is only a phantom fear. Hold dear to your wealth which cannot buy you sanctuary or asylum from what is coming, and coming soon. Cling with all desperation to the inflation of your ego which blinds you from seeing that though you have deceived and withstood the test against men, there is not a single hope that you will escape the darkest pits of the hell that you have crafted for yourself with your own hands!   Voltage will revile the unquestionable, undisputed truth. They are heralding their arrival. No one and nothing can stop them. Any attempt is a futile effort that will PUNISHED!  

THEY WILL SEEK OUT ALL OF THOSE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO STAND AGAINST THEM!  WHEN THEY FIND YOU, THE SUFFERINGGG WILL FEEL LIKE IT WILL LAST FOR EONS!  YOU FUCKING HEATHENS WILL WHITHER AND WILT BEFORE YOU ARE CONSUMED BY THAT WHICH CLEANSE AND PURIFY THIS EARTH!  SOON, SOONER THAN YOU KNOW, THE FOUL DISEASE THAT HAS INFECTED EVERYTHING WILL BE SCRAPED AWAY LIKE DIRT FROM THE BOTTOM OF A SHOE!

(Caine takes another deep breath, his eyes rolling back as he inhales)

Caine: And when their work is complete, the beautiful and glorious reign may begin. These thing they have told me, it must be so."

(The camera holds on a close up of Caine's face for several seconds before abruptly blacking out)

The end.

 
Reina, first off, nice shot. I’ll admit that dart shit was pretty cool. I was just lifting the front of this car over here when someone came over and showed me the video. Ah, I’m kidding. But I was just hanging out in the gym and working on something for this week. Something fun that you’ll probably enjoy. It’s not flashy, but it inflicts a bit of pain. So it will hurt for at least a moment, but afterwards when you look back and watch it again or whatever, yeah, that. So let’s move on from that and get down to brass tacks as they say. Yeah, it’s a cool match. And, yeah, I’m excited. I mean I’d like to say you’re going to push me to limits I didn’t know I had, but I don’t know if that’s the honest to god truth. What I do know is that this will be a great match that might end up stroking that ladyboner of yours until you can’t take it anymore. I don’t really like to talk about the past, but your statement follows a familiar pattern that opponents in my past have focused on. Maybe fixated is a better word. I can’t tell you how many times someone has told me they’re going to take me to my limit and make me prove I can outlast this test they have or something of that matter. But even then, it feels differently when the message comes from you. Maybe it’s that excitement you talk about between us. I’ve fought plenty of new people in my career, but they were all shiny and fresh. You have a little bit of weather and rust to you. You might be a “rookie” by someone’s standards. But you sure come across as a wily veteran. So, yeah, I’m excited to fight that. You understand things that not all the girls do. You fight at a pace that I don’t know if any of the other girls can even understand. You fight with motivation that none of us can even relate to. You’re an alcohol-fueled, sarcastic machine. And I think it’s going to be pretty damn fun to climb in a ring with you and just beat the hell out of each other. This is a message from someone who is supposed to be apparently dainty or some shit because she won the Empress of Elite title. Someone told me, “Cailin you don’t have to push yourself like this. You’re going to get a title shot soon.” Bitch, please. I’m not going to stop fighting. This is like a drug to me, and it even passes the EAW Wellness Policy. So I’m not going to sit back and watch as all the other people take it easy and stroll into matches and throw their lax punches and soft kicks. I’m going to run into the ring with ferocity and throw haymakers and hit them with stiff kicks to make damn sure they fight at my speed or they fall and take the loss. But I don’t have to worry about that with you.
 
So let’s veer off to another subject. I mean I don’t plan on leaving this match without you seeing me as an equal. I don’t expect to leave you disappointed. I see that you’ve taken a liking to Cloudy. That’s great. I guess you could say her and I came up together in this company in more ways than one. We met up early, fought often and then came together as a sort of team. Weirdly also in more ways than one. But anyways, yeah, that came to an end in an act of desperation. But I feel like we settled it. We said our peace back and forth, we fought hard in the ring and one of us won. I don’t have issues with her anymore. I’m over it. Whether she is, I really couldn’t say. But I’ll agree with you, she is a fantastic fighter. She always has been. I remember a day she watched me in the gym and asked me how I specifically did a maneuver. She could have just added her own version of it, but she wanted mine exactly. I was right there when she beat legends and Elitists and established herself as something big. And I was literally right there when she turned the page and hit me with a chair, haha. Anyways, I can see how you like her. Hell, I can see how you respect her. Because at her core is one hell of a fighter. We were so close when we were together. And we were also extremely competitive with each other. We were never willing to let the other person get a step on the other. Somehow I feel like that will never change, and I honestly see you in that same light. Maybe in some small way it reminds me of fighting her. I know you won’t quit and I know you’re capable of changing this match in an instance with pure ability. That’s some of the excitement between the two of us. And maybe, just a little bit, fighting you reminds me of fighting an old friend.
 
I’m laying my cards out on the table, Reina, and I think you’ll see I did just fine. Take a puff on that cigarette and a quick swig of whatever bronze liquor you’ve got there and take a close look at these cards. No matter the combination, they come out the right way for me. I don’t just expect us to tear the roof down on Thursday, I expect us to rip a hole in the universe and alter the space-time continuum, as we know it. I expect us both to leave a hell of a lot in that ring and then walk out of there with heads held high no matter the result. Did I mention I was competitive with Stephanie? You think what you and her did in just a fun match was amazing? Wait until you feel what a match with me leaves you with. It’s going to be mind blowing, baby. See you at Empire.