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@PicPerfectMichaels:“Never have these words had so much meaning. See over the past week, hell over the past year really, we as a nation have been divided over ideals, over our past, present, and most definitely our future. Not that we haven’t been, but over the course of the past 12 + months, We’ve been divided seemingly more than ever, to the point of where it might tear us all apart for good! I’ve kept silent about these issues till now, mostly because I felt it was not my place to speak. There have already been enough people who have either shouted for joy at the results of what happened last Tuesday, or have shouted in anger over the same result. I wasn’t going to speak at all, until I found out that this week’s episode of Dynasty will take place in Louisville, Kentucky. It was then That I recalled Kentucky’s state motto. That Perfect Motto of United we stand, Divide we fall. Why you might be asking? Because it is a motto that I live my life by.
See I have said it before, and I will say it again, I am YOUR social media champion, and Every week I go out there and give my all to do each and every one of you proud! I do my damnedest to represent each and every man, woman, and child that may be watching Dynasty live in an arena, or catching the show as it airs on tv, or even reading a transcript of the show online, I go out there every week to entertain each and every one of you. So this Friday night, whether you’ve voted red or blue, regardless of who you are, or where you’re from, or where you work, or where you pray, or who you love. Whether it be sitting in the front row of the Freedom Arena, or your laying down on the couch, I am asking that you would all stand with me, because our unity is our greatest strength!
Together there is nothing we cannot accomplish! We can move mountains together, we can part seas. And as long as we all stand as one, nothing, not even the darkest depths can ever hope to overcome us! No, not even the pits of hell, are stronger than all of us combined. That is why this Friday night I ask that you all stand with me when I go one on one with Hades.
Now I know a few people are out there saying ‘Mark there’s no way you could ever hope to stand against a foe like Hades.’ And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it would be easy to. Hades is one of the strongest forces in EAW has ever known. Just take a look at his resume (go ahead and look it up, I’ll wait) And it’s plain to see that Hades has earned every last bit of his reputation. He’s won countless titles, and he’s been a nightmare that still haunts some elitist to this vary day. SURRIVING against Hades is a hard enough challenge, let alone winning the actual match. Make no mistake about it, I don’t dare underestimate Hades, but by the same token, Hades should not underestimate me. He may have the strength and size, But he sure as hell can’t match me in determination. The same determination that drove me since I was a kid to become a professional wrestler. The same determination that has brought me to the biggest wrestling promotion in the world, Elite Answers Wrestling! The same determination that has inspired me ask everyone, from every side of the spectrum, to let me prove myself as their Social Media Champion.
Hades has done it all in this business, but he has never faced anyone who was more willing to walk to hell and back to get a win. Friday night I’m asking Hades to bring his A-Game, because you know I’m bringing mine, and when the people of Louisville start cheering at the top of their lungs, and I’m talking feeling the ring shake from just how loud they’re gonna get, I am gonna be feeding off of every last one of them. Soaking up every last ounce of energy they send my way, I know that they will give me all the strength I need to get my hand raised.
And Hades if you happen to be reading this, just know that even though I respect you and everything you’ve accomplished here in EAW, this Friday night you are gonna see first hand just why so many people have gotten behind me on social media, turning me into a twitter trendsetter, and Instagram icon. You get to know why so many people the #Hero when mentioning me. It is because from bell to bell there is nobody who can go quite like Mark Michaels. No one will ever take everything you have to dish out, and still be standing wanting to go quite like me. No one will ever bring you to your absolute limit the way that I can. And whether you believe me or not, no one will ever make you wonder, what is it that I have to do to actually put this guy away like me.
For the love of god, can someone please tell @MexicanSamuraiJ, that 95% of those nerd references he dropped went over my head. The reason why is because while he was busy playing with his own joystick, I was busy getting laid in real life. so now that the fun and GAMES are over, let's get down to what really matters, this Monday night in Colorado Springs. Now you were able to put 2 & 2 together, and figured out that the reason I wanted to face you on Battleground, is because you are the holder of the EAW Interwire Championship, which means quite a bit in this company. Since you won that title, you've taken that next step in becoming a certified, first ballot hall of famer. And if I could ever expect to do the same, I have to be able to say that I'm at least as good as you are. But don't get it twisted, to say I've never faced anyone with your level of talent would be a bit of the stretch. Just ask guys like Mr. DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Zack Crash, Tig Kelly (I still want my rematch), and Lucian Black, and every last one of them will tell you that Mark Michaels is no push over. See I've taken every one of those great men, and pushed them to their limits inside the ring. So don't be surprised if beating your ass is just another day at the office to me, because I've gone to war with some of the undisputed best that EAW will ever know. But still the question lingers, like foul stench that fills the air. 'Can Mark Michaels win when everything is on the line?' that's what I need to prove, to everyone. Because while there might be some how are content to just meander around, and let the chips fall where they may, I refuse to allow my relevance in this company fall to some pencil pusher who wouldn't know the first thing about wrestling a match. I am taking my destiny into my own hands, and I will fight till the very last breath, to stay a member of the EAW roster.
So this Monday when we face off Mexi, do me a big favor, and bring your A-Game because I'm bringing mine. I want you at your absolute best when we face off, that way there'll be no excuses from who ever doesn't get their hand raised when that final bell rings. There'll be nothing held back in this one. Not a a submission, or suplex, nor a top rope risk that can change the tide of the match. This is everything, or nothing, and you better bet your ass that I'm coming to the World Arena for the former, and sure has hell not the latter.
This Monday night, I am going to show you exactly why my in ring preformances have led to me being called The Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero to millions of people from all around the world. These people have humbled me but always voicing their support, and even going so far as to call me their Social Media Champion. I owe them so much, that's why win, lose, or draw this match is for them. And if this is the last time they see the bastion of Battleground, then I promise that they will get a show, like nothing they've ever seen before. And when all is said and done, they can say that they got to see the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, put on the match of a life time.
"Just got this DM'd to me from one of my biggest fans. #Thankful."
(The video opens with a montage of shots, first some of Michael's getting his photo for match cards taken)
"I"m So fancy, you already know, I'm in the fast lane, from L.A., to Tokyo."
(*Cut to shots of Michaels warming up before his match, slipping on his ring vest)
"I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold, remember my name..."
(Cut to a shot of Michaels backstage at the gorilla position, stepping thru the entrance curtain.)
"... Bout to Blow."
( The cuts become more rapid, a new scene for almost every chord change. shots of Michaels walking down the entrance ramp, mouthing words to the crowd, connnecting with the discuss punch.)
"Two, three, four. First things first, I'm the realest, drop this, and let the whole world feel it."
(Michaels nailing a swinging neck breaker, a knee drop, and a discuss punch.)
"And I'm still in the murder business, I can hold you down like I'm giving lessons in physics."
(Michaels nailing several closthlines, and a fist drop. several close ups of his Million dollar grin.)
"If you want a bad trick like this, drop it low and pick it up like this. Cup of ace, cup of goose, cup of crys, High Heels, something worth a half a ticket on your wrist."
(Michaels using a selfie stick as a weapon against several different opponents)
"Take it all straight, never chase that."
(Michaels lounging in a nightclub with two beautiful models.)
"Rooftops like we bringing eighty eight back."
(Michaels with both a snap, and fisherman's suplex, and the DDT)
"Bring the hook in, where the base at?"
(Michaels getting his hand raised by a referee.)
"Champagne spilling, you should taste that"
(Scenes from several Michaels promos)
"I'm so fancy, you already know. I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo. I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, bout to blow."
(Michaels getting busted open by Trent Yoder, Diamond Cuttered off a ladder, walking back up the ramp with a disapointed look on his face.)
"Baby I do this, I thought that you knew this. Can't stand no haters, and honest the truth is."
(Michaels with a double under hook back breaker, and the satio suplex)
"That my flow hypnotic, each beat it departed. Swagger so stupid I can't shop in no department."
(Michaels with figure four leg locks on several different opponents)
"To get my money on time, if they not money decline. I swear I meant that there so much I'll give that line a rewind."
(Michaels with the reverse DDT neck breaker, a stiff clothesline, and a shot of him mocking his opponent in the ring)
"To get my money on time, if they not money decline. I just can't worry about no haters, gotta stay on my grind. Now tell me who that, who that? That do that, do that? put that paper over all I though you knew that, knew that."
(Michaels checking himself out with his camera phone.)
I be the M-A-D-D-Y, put my name in bold. I've been working up in here,with some change to throw."
(The guitar's rythem keeps up in the background, as we cut the scene from Michaels house.)
Michaels: "I have to prove this to everyone, even myself. If I can't beat Mexican Samurai, I don't belong in EAW."
(The vocals pick bak up, as we see shots of Michaels hitting the spinebuster, and the second rope leg drop.)
"Crash the hotel! We party on till the break of dawn. Make the Phone call. Feels so good getting what I want."
(Michaels connecting with the Picture perfect, and the screen cracker.)
"Yeah keep on turning it up, chandelier swinging we don't give a what. Film star, yeah I'm deluxe, classic expensive. You don't get to touch."
(shots of Michaels celebrating a win.)
"I'm so fancy, you already know, I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo. I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name bout to blow."
(an echo of Michaels word's, as the video nears it's con conclusion.)
Michaels: "It's all, or nothing, somethings gotta give."
The scene opens inside the private dressing room of EAW's Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, who just minutes before, promised the world wide audience of Dynasty Wrestling, that he would soon make his play to acquire more power. Currently we find Michaels (dressed comfortably in his #HERO t-shirt tucked into his Kenneth Cole blue jeans, and black suede Ferragamo driver loafers pulling the outfit together) sitting down while fervently typing status updates acriss his social media accounts, almost unaware that his agent, Johnny J, has entered the room.
Johnny: "Okay Mark, I just talked to the matchmakers, and..."
Michaels (interrupting): "Hang on a sec John, the trolls are relentless tonight."
Several moments pass as Michaels types up, and posts several replies in rapid secession.
Michaels: "Okay, sorry about that John. Go ahead with what you were saying."
Johnny: "Well I talked to the match makers, and next week you're facing..."
Michaels: "Wait, let me guess. Maxwell Dachs? I've been waiting for them to announce my rematch for the New Breed Championship."
Johnny: "Umm, you're not facing Dachs next week."
Michaels: "No? Oh they must be giving me, that National Elite championship match that I'm owed. Seeing as I did technically beat Tig Kelly, and never got another crack at that belt."
Johnny: "No."
Michaels: "Well then I must be facing Tig, and Zack Crash to determine who is gonna get to kick Scott Oasis' ass, right?"
Johnny simply shakes his head no.
MIchaels: "Well then who? I've named every one who is long overdue for an A-list ass kicking, and seeing as how the Management bumped the presentation of the certificate declaring it Mark Michaels day in the state of Minnesota, to the goddamn pre-show so that there was some 'exclusive content' for the EAW Network, I figure they owe me one."
Johnny: "I figure that too, but next week they have you facing off against RedRum."
an expression that reads 'Who?' paints Michaels face.
Johnny: "He's a new guy, used to be a clown I think."
Michaels: “A clown? A mother fucking clown?! I’ve told John Conning, and the rest of the polyester platoon who serve on the board of directors for the past month, that I deserve only the best! The best in hotel accommodations, the best private dressing rooms, and most importantly the best in terms of opponents that I face every Friday night. And this is the best that they can pull out of their asses? Some sideshow freak in face paint who’s untested, unproven, and frankly unworthy of the opportunity to face me. I swear, just when I think the board is finally coming to their senses, and have recognized my natural Perfection, they pull stunts like this. How many more times am I going to be disrespected like this? How many more curtain jerkers am I going to plant head first into the mat? What more do I have to prove? If it wasn't obvious before, then it must be now for sure, every single member on that board of directors, is a head in the sand, Michaels envy suffering, good for nothing hater! So for right now I'll play their game, but when the time is Perfect, I'm going to make my move, and when I do, I'll be the one calling the shots around here on Dynasty.
So let DumDum, or what ever the fuck his name is, step in the ring with me next week. He'll find his ass filled with so much of my foot, he'll think I'm pulling a clown car routine on him. Next Friday, I am going to wash the stain of little goofy looking piece of dog feces, off of not only the Dynasty brand, but off Elite Answers Wrestling as a whole. This joker is in for the ass kicking of a life time. A beating uglier than the bearded lady. And it all going to happen center stage in Hersey, Pennsylvania! Before a packed house, filled to the rafters with my followers, inside the Giant Center. Nothing will be sweeter than when I leave this overhyped, under developed, jackass laid out in the middle of the ring, staring up at the lights.
Like the old saying goes, there's no such thing as better than Perfect, and chuckles over there is going to find that out first hand next week. He's going to see why I'm the Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, The Hash tag hero to millions upon millions of people from every corner of the globe. Followers who aren't entertained by some asshole in over sized shoes, tripping over his own feet. Followers who enjoy the sophistication, of seeing a once in a lifetime athlete, at the top of his game, plying his craft before a world wide audience. The people who recognize me as Destiny of Dynasty. The people who stand as witness to me being the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, the people who have lifted me up, to stand on their shoulders, and represent them as their Undisputed Social Media Champion! I am a man who grows more powerful with every person who clicks the follow button on any of my social media accounts. And soon, very soon, Red Rum, and all the other clowns in the locker room, as well as back at EAW corporate headquarters, will have no choice but to bow before my feet, and no matter who likes it or not, everyone will be Picturing THAT!"
"Everywhere I go people always ask me, what is the difference between a Trend and a fad. To me the answer is that a trend leaves an imprint on the culture that that adopted it. Like how Tie-Dye clothes, and Volkswagen vans are almost synonymous with the America in the 1960's. Meanwhile a fad gets tossed aside almost as fast soon as it becomes popular because there isn't much to a fad besides the novelty of it. Now everyone and their mother already knows that I'm a trend who has forever changed the landscape of EAW, and in case you happen to be wondering, I can tell you right now, without a single shadow of a doubt, that the biggest fad in EAW right now, is Phoenix Winterborn. I mean this guy has been here about two months, barely ekes out a win in a match that had absolutely nothing on the line, and now every lame brain halfwit wants to jump on the Phoenix Winterborn band wagon. And you can tell that all this sudden popularity has gone straight to his head, because now he want to talk some kind of bullshit about him being more popular than me. allow me make one thing perfectly clear pal, If I had been one of the options in that vote, you're ass would have been stuck on the couch watching Reckless Wiring on EAW Network. #WhereYouBelong
And while I have your attention let me ask you something, How can you claim to be a a longtime veteran of this industry one moment, and then act like your a total rookie the next? let me tell you something, if I had worked for almost TWO decades, and then had accomplished barely to compare myself to someone who's been wrestling less than five years, I'd would start thinking about calling it a career. Yes I've had my wars against greats in this company, and I've had title shots (Because I, you know EARNED them by winning matches, and proving myself as a competitor) against men who will one day be counted among the select few who are chosen to enter the EAW Hall Of Fame. So why don't you do yourself a favor, and call up some of those guys who like you, thought they could discredit my natural greatness. Ask, and they'll tell you about how Mark Michaels gave them an ass kicking they will never forget, and that they won't be so quick to talk shit about me the next time we face off.
This Saturday night, at Reckless Wiring, I am going to make you wish you had never even been considered for this match. You are in for the biggest, grade A, ass kicking the world has ever seen, and no it won't be eloquent, there will be nothing fancy about me tearing you to shreds from the word go. Just like I've done to everyone who's stood in front of me this past month, and just like I'm going to do after the bell rings in Kansas City, and I am declared the EAW New Breed Champion.
And let us not forget about @MaxwellDachs (even though he's given us no reason not to). Why have you been so quiet Max? Is it because you know that I'm going to cut right thru you like a hot knife thru butter? Or are you just so far gone into your self-loathing that you can't even muster up more than one sad, mopey, pathetic sorry ass, diatribe, that sounds more like a cry to be put out of your fucking misery than a an actual statement about our match. If that's all you've got left in you Max then you may as well follow thru with your promise to retire after I'm finished kicking the ever loving shit out of you. But before you go Maxie, I want to dig deep down inside yourself, and I want you to bring your absolute best to Reckless Wiring. I want you to leave whatever you have left of you inside the ring. I want the Maxwell Dachs who will throw caution to the wind and do whatever it takes to try pull out a win. Not because you might against all odds actually pull out a victory, but because I will not stand for you phoning it in this Saturday night, and giving all of those head stuck in the sand haters a reason to run their ignorant, shit filled mouths!
You boys can go ahead, and start begging for mercy right now (Not that you'll find any) because the two of you are about to be outclassed in every imaginable facet. I am going to go out in front of a sold out crowd at the Sprint Center, and proceed to torch both of your asses. And after I am done I will finally start getting the proper recognition that I deserve. It's my time now, and neither one of you jackasses are gonna be enough to stop me, because to be able to do you'd have to do the one thing this isn't humanly possible. be better than Perfect. After this Saturday, there will not be a doubt as to why I am called The Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, the #Hero to millions upon millions of people from ever place, every race, and every walk of life around this great big world. These people have set their eyes upon each and every action I take, every place I go, and Every word I say. And in doing so, they have chosen to exalt me as their Undisputed Social Media Champion. They know that I am the total package who is unmatched when it comes to Looks, charisma, and in ring skill. That is why I am the Destiny of Dynasty. That is why I am the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, that Is why, I can say without a single moment of hesitation, that I will be the next Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion! #RecklessWiring8#EAW#NewBreedChmapionship#BringHomeTheGold"
The scene opens inside the Dynasty Media Room. It's here we find journalist from most every major news outlet, waiting to get a word from the competitors from tonight's episode of Dynasty (Or at least the ones who wouldn't be too banged up to grant an interview). the slight murmuring of the reporters' indistinct chatter ceases as hot shot, super agent Johnny J, walks up to the podium.
Johnny: "Ladies, and gentlemen of the press, at this time I would ask that you give a very warm welcome to EAW"s undisputed Social Media Champion, and the man who on March twenty sixth a Reckless Wiring, will become the new Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion. Please give a round of applause for 'Picture Perfect' Mark Michaels!"
A medium ovation heralds Michaels as he strolls into the shot, and up to the podium. dress in his black '#Hero' T-Shirt tucked into his Kennith Cole blue jeans, and the whole ensemble is complimented by his Black suede Ferragamo driver moccasins.
Michaels: "I've got flight to catch, so I don't have a whole lot of time. Please keep your questions short, and to the point. Lets start with you, with the hair."
Michaels points towards a bald headed reporter with one hand, while running the other thru his own hair.
Bald headed reporter: "First off congratulations on your victory tonight, and good luck in the New Breed Championship match."
Michaels: "Thank you."
Bald headed reporter: "Tonight's triple threat match was action packed, and had big moves from every competitor, was there anytime in the match that you thought this one might slip away?"
Michaels: "Well all three of us gave it our all tonight, and that's exactly what you have to do to even earn the right to compete for a championship match. But answer you question more exactly, no. There wasn't a moment were I didn't feel in control of what was happening, and things fell almost exactly as I thought they would.
How bout the girl in the glasses next."
Glasses wearing reporter: "You've been on quite a roll since the loss at Rising Tide, does picking up the win here tonight feel like redemption, or maybe vindication?"
Michaels: "I call more along the lines of I told you so. I told everyone exactly what I was going to do tonight, and I did it. The same way I did in that four way on battle ground, and the same as I did with Donny Diamond last week. I say what I mean, and it happens. I said I would win this week, and now I'm saying that I am going to win at Reckless Wiring.
You, with the cheep suit."
Michaels points out a young, good locking reporter (male early 30s)
Young Reporter: "Without knowing all of the competitors you'll be facing until the time of the match, how does that affect your preparation?"
Michaels: "Well it does make game planning a little tougher. I mean not knowing if you'll face a speedy risk taker, or a plodding power house makes it tough to know what exactly you want to work on. But being Perfect, means being adaptable, and no matter who steps thru the curtain in the Sprint Center, I'll be ready. That, plus I'll be putting extra time into review the footage of all the guys on Voltage, none of whom by the way, would ever win a popularity poll against me.
And last one... How about you."
Michaels points towards a middle aged, heavy set reporter, who nervously says...
heavy set reporter: "Umm... I forgot what I was going to ask."
An Angry scowl paints Michaels face.
Michaels: "Really? What type of low rent, gawker wannabe do you work for? You know what don't even bother answering, because I'm sure you forgot that too. Why don't you take your fat, pathetic ass, out of the room, before I kick it out."
The reporter slowly walks away with his head held low in shame.
Michaels: "Now let pretend that fatty fatty two by four over there asked me How I intend to win the at Reckless Wiring, and become the New Breed Champion. The answer is simple, I am going to go out there, and do exactly what I do best. Be the greatest professional athlete who has ever laced up a pair of boots. I am going to go out there in front of a sold out Sprint Center, and prove once more that whether your on Dynasty, Show Down, or Voltage, there's no beating Perfection. I don't care who I have to go thru, if it's Berretta, or Ryan Young, Pheonix Winterborn, or any other overhyped, underdeveloped, bargain bin, jackass in spandex. I'm going to cut thru each and every son of a bitch they place in front of me, until I get that title. Come next Sunday, the good people of Kansas City, along with the rest of the world watching on EAW Network, are going to see just why I am a master of Multi man matches, why I am the Twitter Trendsetter. The Instagram icon. The Hash Tag hero to millions upon millions of followers from every part of the globe. Followers who recognize that I am the total package of amazing looks, endless charisma, and unmatched in ring talent. That is why they have chosen me to represent them as their undisputed Social Media Champion. Now is the time that everyone, even my haters, will recognize me the Destiny of Dynasty, The brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, the man who will win this triple threat match at Reckless Wiring, and be crowned the New Breed Champion, and whether you like it or not, you'd better start Picturing THAT!"
With that Michaels walks away from the podium, with Johnny following close behind him.
"This just about sums up my feelings about @DustinBranch & @KevinHunter. The only thing worst than having to deal with those two jackasses... again, is the fact that I have to do it in this backwoods town that's stuffed to the gills with dumbass, ignorant, redneck, haters, who think that 5 mbps is great internet speed #SMH. How does anyone expect a man of my standing, to tolerate being stuck in this town that must actually be the eighth circle of hell. If it wasn't for the fact that the number one contender for the New Breed championship will be determined in my Triple threat match, I'd have phoned in sick, that's how bad it is out here. Someone remind me to never work this town again. But at least being stuck here wont be in vain. For it is here in this lowly city, that I will correct a egregious error. Because here in bumfuck... I mean Biloxi, Mississippi, that I am going to kick the ever living shit out two of EAW's biggest piles of dog droppings.
First off there's Dustin Brasch,Professional Wrestling's answer to almond milk. A man who is so dull, bland, and boring, you'd find it more entertaining to watch paint dry. But you know what makes it worst? The undeniable fact that Dustin just can't cut it in the big matches. Oh sure, he was the last man standing in that Hell's Warpath, but who did he beat to win that match again? It sure as hell wasn't me, because that meth mouth smelling bastard Hunter, sucker punched me from behind, and screwed me out of winning. But if whoever reading this is just some head in the sand hater in denial of my greatness, then how about some more proof of Dustin being a fluke, I mean just look what happened to him after Rising Tide. He's been showing his true colors, and getting his ass kicked by Dynasty's A-list. And this Friday nigh, he steps into the ring with the man, whose name is at the top of that list. Dustin has failed to learn from his recent history, and even if he did, he's still doomed to repeat it. Because once again, live in front of the entire Dynasty audience, I'm going to leave him flat on his back, and staring up at the lights. #Guaranteed
And don't worry about me over looking you Kevin, someone linked me that cute video you and all the other members of the lollipop guild, and I'll be sure to remember it come Friday Night. You want to talk about beating up Rheagar, and Regulator. I've been there, and done that too many times to count already. And beating both of them before the bell rings for their match, I did that already too! You have a bunch of (small) group of people who hang on every word you say, and you claim that you are gonna be the man who wins this triple threat, You Kevin, are nothing more than a rip off my friend. Hell, the only thing you didn't try to steal (besides my followers, charisma, in ring talent, and general likability) is my Picture That catch phrase. Now don't get me wrong Kevin, I can understand you needing a role model, and hero to aspire to be like, but the fact of the matter is that that there is no way in hell that some filthy, greasy, grimy, exhaust huffing, held back three times in the second grade, asshat like you could ever equal one tenth of my greatness. So why don't you do both of us a favor, and get your own damn style, because imitation isn't the highest form of flattery, when it done by a jackass like you. If I were you Kev, I'd hop on that bike of yours, and run as far, and as fast as I could from the Mississippi Coast Coliseum. Because if you do show up this Friday, I will give you the beating of a life. One that not even your little boy band in leather pants can save you from. And after I'm done with you, the only wheels that are going to carry your ass out of the arena, are the ones on a stretcher! #F.U.S.O.C
This Friday night, live in front of a sold out crowd of MY followers, you two boys will learn first hand exactly why there is no such thing as better than Perfect. Because i am going to tear thru you, and every other rat bastard, son of a bitch who John Conning, and the rest of the board of directors,give the unfortunate situation,of having to go one on one with the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots. the Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, the #Hero to million upon millions of people from each and every corner of the globe. The Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest Burning star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, the future New Breed Champion (whether anyone in the back likes it or not), "PIcture Perfect" Mark Michaels! You dont have to like, but that just the way it is, #PictureThat#InDaBag#Dynasty#EAW"
PicPerfectMichaels left a comment: Michaels: “I tell you , after a long day of training Akio Inoue (the greatest short term trainer I’ve ever met), there’s nothing better than sipping overpriced champagne, in an overpriced Suite at a five star hotel, while posting status updates via an overpriced smartphone. It seem like the only thing I keep that isn’t exorbitantly priced is @DustinBrach’s mother. You give her a dollar, and you can do whatever you want, wherever you want. Is that personal enough Dustin? Have you ever stopped to ask why I didn’t elaborate more on why I think you’re a total waste of space in this match? It’s because much like rest of Dynasty’s audience, I can help but to get this irresistible urge to change the channel whenever I see that crime against humanity that you call a face. But that was until I heard your little rambling press conference. Now don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t give half a shit about what an uneducated, Michaels’ envy suffering, hater like you would have to say about me, or anyone else in this match, but at least you can respect that we’re are actually trying to accomplish something other than making a horse’s ass out of themselves. But I have no respect for you Dustin. You see I heard your foolish words regarding the New Breed Championship. See it might just be some leather and gold fastened together to you, but to everyone who has more than two brain cells it represents so much more. It represents a milestone, a first step if you will, on a path towards greatness (that thing that waved bye bye to you long ago) just think of all the great competitors who haveheld that title, and how it propelled them to even bigger and better things. But there’s more than that, you see when you disrespect a championship, you disrespect the company it belongs to. And seeing as how EAW is the largest promotion of its kind you’ve essentially pissed all over the sport of professional wrestling. And I will not stand for professional wrestling’s equivalent to a kid who ate worms in school, disrespecting this great sport! So congratulations pal, you got my attention. And as reward you’re now my number one target in this match. Me winning this one is just a shred more important than making sure as hell that you don’t. So get ready, because at Rising Tide you get to see what’s so intimidating about the socialite that took men like Y2Impact, Ryan Savage, Mister DEDEDE, Tig Kelly, and Zack Crash to their absolute limit!
And that goes for the rest of so called competition as well.
It goes for scrubs like Kevin Hunter, who are better suited for detailing my cars than stepping into the ring. Tell me Kevin, what type of chance does a no talent, piece of white trash like you, stand against a superior athlete like myself? What makes you think that riding around on a motorcycle with a bunch of other half-witted morons, makes you qualified to compete for a shot at the New Breed Championship in any way, shape or form? Yes you can take a punch, but simply being able to have your ass handed to you wasn’t enough to beat that good for nothing prick Dustin Brasch, and it sure as hell will not be enough when you stand against best EAW has to offer, ME!
And Warbeard, I would have called you losing your debut match a disappointment, but that would imply that I had any sort of expectations of you. You proved last week that you’re nothing more than a giant oaf, who would be more respectable as a side show freak, than as a wrestler. You’re pathetic Josh, plain and simple. You have neat limitless strength, but you lack the tiniest sliver of talent to apply it in the ring. You are one of the tallest, and heaviest competitors in the ring, But you’re so unskilled that all it adds up to is you being slow and clumsy. That’s why you got your three hundred pound ass kicked! And don’t expect this week to fare any better, because Live in the Tokyo Dome, in front of all my followers, you will get the privilege of seeing my in ring skill, up close and personal!
@DennisCaffrey why are you even bothering to show up? We all know that you don’t have what it takes to win in this one. Because This isn’t just another wrestling match. There won’t be any chinlocks, armbars, or rear amateur take downs. This is a war, and if you think that any of those ‘Collegiate level skills’ will save you, then you can bet your ass that you will be the first causality. And even if you could somehow survive this match, how in their right mind would want to see a bland, dull, boring, individual who is avoid of any type of charisma, or personality, like you compete for a championship? Hell not even that old geezer grandfather of yours would want to see you wearing the New Breed Title around your waist.
And to Keith Bathory , yes I know you’re following me, all my haters do ;-) , I would just like to say that you should probably try and get back together with you cousin, because he was always the more talented between the two of you. Maybe if you get down on your hand and knees, grovel a little, and kiss his ass, he might just agree to carry your ass to watchable matches. Or at the very least, make you look semi-credible when when you step into a wrestling ring.
Now I know there has some misinformed dunce out there who’s probably about to type up something about how Caine Kronin is going to kick ass, take names, raise hell, and walk out with his hand raised this Friday. Now let me state for the record that while Caine has an intensity that few others possess, that intensity will only get you so far. Yes you might have been able to psych out and overwhelm a single overmatched foe. But let’s see how you do when you have nine men who’ve all placed a target on your back, because the true measure of greatness isn’t what you do when you’re the hunter, it what you do when you are the hunted! And when you’re in a wrestling ring, I am the ultimate predator. The top of the food chain, and if you just happen to be unfortunate enough to be in the ring with me Caine, I will devourer you (no homo)
@JunNobunaga could you do us all a big favor, and cut it out with this overly pretentious crap. It’s starting to wear a bit thin. Watching you wrestle isn’t art, it more like a child’s drawing that you put up on the refrigerator. You know it’s as ugly as a dog’s ass, but you sit, and smile so as not to break the kid’s feelings. That’s kinda how it is with you, a few well-meaning people said something along the lines of ‘oh my Jun, that’s such a good headlock, It’s so pretty.’ And you being too feeble minded to know better, took their words at face value. Well at Rising Tide, you will be going toe to toe with a true Rembrandt of the ring. A master of the squared circle, whose prowess in the ring, is matched by only by his amazing looks, incredible personality, and endless charisma! And after I’m done with you, the world will rightfully cast you aside like those cheap, knock off paintings that starving artist sell out of a truck.
Which leaves me with two good for nothing, Michaels envy suffering, over hyped, under developed sacks of worm excrement.
@MarcusCreedMX-13 when will you ever learn that anything you could do, I can do better? You can strike, well so can I. You can grapple, well so can I. Now granted, you can do it better than most, but at the end of the day, I will always do it better. And you know that don’t you? That’s why you’re not all over the place running your mouth about how you consider yourself to be supremacy, when all you are is a waste of the psychical gifts you possess. That’s why you’re not trying to brag about any of your past accomplishments (not that you had any but still) and most of all, that is why you’re not trying to do something as idiotic as claim that you would ever stand a chance of beating me! We’ll guess what, you’re absolutely right. You aren’t even in my league. I’ve battled it out with the biggest stars that EAW has, and you know what they will tell you? That Mark Michaels is everything he claims to be! So when I say that I can whip Marcus Creed’s ass all over the Tokyo Dome, with one arm tied behind my back, you better believe that I can, and will guaranteed!
@DonnyDiamond I would say I was saving the best for last, but that would be a lie that no one who isn’t suffering from brain damage would ever believe. You know something Don, I’ve talked a lot about how you’re too old, and washed up, and broken down, but I only say that because it’s true. You’re not a wrestler, you’re a charity case that EAW can use as a tax write off. I mean do you know how much better the hard working men and women of the ring crew would have it if we didn’t have to pay your salary of a two dollar cigar, and a go with Dustin’s mom? That’s why I’ll make you a deal, you announce your retirement from professional wrestling before Friday, and I won’t have to dominate, and embarrass you. Sound good Don? Of course it does, so why don’t you just go ahead and make it official, before I have to go and plant my boot right up your asshole. Again!
Now before any of you start with that “Mark Michaels is just an over privileged S.O.B. who can’t wrestle” garbage, first could you be any less original? I mean at this point that seems to be the only thing that anyone ever seems to say. And you would think that after the ass whipping I laid on the last few guys who said that would serve as an example to all of you haters in the locker room. Second, You all should know by now, that my skills in the ring are unmatched by any other, not by Tig Kelly, not by Zack Crash, not by anybody. In fact it is The same technical ability I showcase week after week, that is the same one that has brought me a legion of followers. It is the same never give up brand of toughness that I display in every single match, is the same one has led those followers elect me as their undisputed Social Media Champion. They recognize me for how great I truly am. They know that I am the Destiny of Dynasty, The Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, the #Hero to millions upon millions of people from every corner of the globe. And even if you haters can’t see it right in front of you, the man who will win this Hell’s Warpath match, and go on to become the next EAW New Breed Champion! And for your sakes, I hope you boys have prepared yourselves for the fight of your lives. Because in just three days, Live on Dynasty, in front of a sold out crowd of my followers, in a match where there are no rules, in a match where young career’s will be shortened, and possibly ended, we are all going to Hell, So Picture That! #Dynasty#HellsWarpath#InTheBag"
"Well I got time for one last tweet on U.S. soil before we head out for Beijing. One last chance to remind loudmouth, jackass, haters like Evan Stark (who I'm glad actually decided to show up, i was starting to get worried he'd already left home again) that I am the embodiment of Perfection, and no one can top perfect. Especially not you Evan. So you say that if you beat me this Friday, it means I'm a worthless competitor. So what you're saying is that your the absolute bottom of the barrel? Hmm, yep that sounds about right. You know something Stark, you're way too stuck in the past for your own good bro. Yes you beat Duncan, and Jamie, and got a fluke run with the New breed belt, but every wrestler (well every good wrestler) knows that the name of this business is what have you done for me lately, because you're only as good as your last match. So since your head is shoved too far up your ass to take see what's going on right now, let me give you a crash course in current events.
First off, I've beaten Donny Diamond plenty of times, so don't even start with that 'he;s better than you' bullshit! second, you want to tlk about a guy who everyone underestimate? than you need not look any further than me. See your whole spiel about how I'm not a real wrestler, or just some pretty bot playing pretend, well guess what you're not the first to say it. And what's more, you can bet your ass that just like every other one of Michaels envy suffering sons of bitches; that when the final bell rings this Friday, the only thing you're going to get is your foot in your mouth, and My foot up your ass! See you can talk up about how I'm not New bread material, but the facts are the facts. I'm undefeated against a former National Elite Champion in Regulator, and I also have a one on one victory against the Current National Elite Champion Tig Kelly. I'm also the man who took Zack Crash to his limit (and guess what belts he's held) So all that talk about me not being championship material is about as much horseshit as your little comeback attempt!
And Just one more for the record, it's my fans, you know those things that you have none of, that have proclaimed me to be the Social Media Champion. you see Evan, the good people of this world with enough brain cells to recognize a truly talented individual, have seen my matches , and said to themselves; This Mark Michaels guy works harder, and has more determination than anyone else ion the face of the earth! His skills in the ring are only surpassed by his amazing looks. He's simply the complete package. That's why I'm their #Hero, because they aren't petty, or jealous. They're not bitter or spiteful. They know how to respect a man who set out on his own to fulfill his destiny of being the greatest Professional Wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots! That's why I'm not only Eaw's Brightest Burning star, it's also why I am the Destiny of Dynasty. See I'm not just the next big thing in this business, i'm the biggest thing it has going for it today! and instead of the boys in the locker room, or even in the board room, giving me the proper credit I deserve, I get a bunch of pathetic assholes cracking wise about why they thing I somehow don't belong, even though I've long surpassed all of them. Or some idiot suit telling me 'duh, sorry Mark, I can't give you another title match until some moron that no one gives a damn about has his turn' dispute the fact that it was me, and my followers, who made Dynasty into the powerhouse it is today.
Well starting This Friday night that all changes. I am going to go out each week, and totally outclass each, and every last son of a bitch in that locker room, starting with you Evan! I'm tried of the nobodies like you, running their mouths, and getting some free press at my expense. So live in front of a worldwide audience on Dynasty, I'm going to make an example out of you. I'm going to show all the haters out there what happens when you try to belittle Mark Michaels. And Evan, mark my words, you will get to see first hand, just why I'm the twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, and simply put the man who is going to beat your ass all over the Beijing National Arena! But when I do, at least try and find enough of your balls to not run back to you mother crying! #ManTheFuckUp
Get ready, because this Friday night, in front of all my followers, your last shred of relevancy in this sports, goes up in flames. And there's nothing youcan do about it, but just sit back, and Picture That! #Dynasty#Friday#StayHomeStark#InTheBag"
The scene opens at a private press conference currently being held inside the grand ballroom of the Ritz Carlton Charlotte Hotel. The event is packed with journalist and photographers, all of whom have come to get a sound bite or juicy snap shot of the man holding the event, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. At the podium stands Michaels' agent Johnny J.
Johnny: "Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, thank you for coming this afternoon. My client will be out shortly to take a few questions, but I'd like to remind you that due to his upcoming match with Zack Crash, and his various promotional obligations to Dynasty Wrestling, He will be very limited in the amount of time he can devote to this conference. So with that in mind, I now introduce to you the man of the hour, The Undisputed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels!"
A smirking Michaels steps up on stage shadowed by T.J. Yoder. Decked out in his suede Ferragamo Driver moccasins, Hugo Boss 'T-Delaware' style blue jeans, his Brand new #Hero T-shirt, and his favorite pair of gold rimmed Gucci aviator style sunglass, Michaels takes his place at the podium. immediately reporters launch into their questions.
Reporter #1(Middle age male): Mister Michaels, you've built up a fair amount of momentum heading into your match tomorrow, Do you think you can keep it up against Zack Crash?"
Michaels: "You came all this way to ask that? Yes, I do very much believe I will kick the crap out of Zack Crash, and keep building upon my momentum."
Reporter #2 (Young woman): "You and Zack have engaged in something of a war of words, in his latest statement, he spoke about the numerous accomplishments he's achived in EAW, and also brought up the lack of your own, do you have a resopnse?"
Michaels: "Why yes I certainly do. First, it seems to me like Zack is a guy who likes to live in the past, I mean he's bragging about how he rode someone else's coat tails to having a long run with the Tag Team Tiltes. Then he talks about how he won a few matches Three years ago, and of course he just won't shut the hell up about being the former chairman of the company. now all that stuff was great once upon a time, but yin this great sport, you re only as good as your last match, and last time I checked he got his ass whipped. Meanwhile, I'm the man who had Tig Kelly beat, and had it not been for a certain Greek bastard, I would be holding the National Elite Championship belt as we speak. I'd also like to bring up the who 'People fear Zack Crash' comment he made, and tell you that the only thing scary about ol' Zack is his breath."
Reporter #3 (Young Man): "Are you concerned at all about what Crash might do if he feels threatened? He has been displaying some violent tendencies, such as burring Jacob Senn under tons of glass, and trying to burn down the Elimination Chamber."
Michaels: "Not really. Zack may try and thorw one of his famed temper tantrums, but I'm bot going to sweat it. But just know that if he tries anything funny, he;s going to learn pretty quick that one way or another, I'll be standing over him laughing in the end."
Reporter #4 (Middle age woman): "Why did you agree to this match? With a seemingly huge career in front of you, you've decided to take this match. If you were to lose, or sustain an injury it would be a huge set back for you, but what do you stand to gain if you win?"
Michaels: "Well for starters I'll show what happens when jealous haters step over the line, and try to sucker punch me. Second, beating Zack Crash will only further establish me as the biggest star that Dynasty has. I will once again show, that I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and the greatest professional athlete who has ever stepped into a ring. The man whose skills in the ring, and on the mic have made him a Twitter Trendsetter, an Instagram Icon, and a Hashtag Hero to millions up millions of men, women, and children from around the globe. And those men, women, and children, who have recognized my Perfection, have declared their love and support, by chosing me to represent them as their undisputed Social Media Champion!
And in 24 hours from now, Zack Crash will get to see first hand, that there's more than just sizzle to this steak. That the only top ten he is gonna see live on Dynasty, is the top ten all time ass kicking that he's gonna get from Mark Michaels. If he don't believe me now, he will after tomorrow, so he better start Picturing That!"
With that, Michaels snaps a quick selfie, and walks away from the podium. Johnny quickly takes his place.
Johnny: "Thank you everyone, that's all the time we have."
"For those of you who don't know, Esse Quam Videri is the state motto of North Carolina. And what a fitting motto it is, because this Friday night, we separate what is, from what seems to be. See to a lot of my haters out there, BTW nice to see you checking out my profile ;-), will tend to say things like; I can't wrestle, I'm not on their level, they beat off guys who were world champions yadda yadda yadda. But the fact is whenever those bastards find enough balls to step in the ring with me, they get their asses kicked! Don't believe me, just ask everyone who watched Dynasty two weeks ago. They'll tell you that I'm not just some joker who strolled in off the street (that's Angelo Brando), and whats more, they'll tell you that I should rightfully be the National Elite Champion. But for whatever reason, one hater in particular has just chosen to be blinded by his sudden, onset, case of Michaels envy, that he thinks that I'm just going to lay down and die after he sucker punches me. Well guess what Zacky, I'm still standing. Just like I was after dealing with Angelo, Regulator, Tig, and so many others. I'm more than what I seem (I know, I thought it was impossible too) so just try to come at me bro!
But after I heard you ranting, and raving about me, with all that B.S. about how my status updates pointless, and my videos are crap, I know that you won't because it's become painfully clear; that you're a man who can only seem ,because he could never be. You like to seem like a bad ass who ran thru the so called 'best that Dynasty had to offer', but make no mistake about it; if it wasn't for guys like Alex Anderson, or those dozen idiots in BDSM gear who used to follow you around, you would've been jockeying a register at McDonald's where you belong (I mean all that grease in your hair just makes me think deep fryer). After hearing This whole pot and kettle routine of yours, I guess 'Jackass of the week' just wasn't enough for you huh? Well then I 'm sure you'll be pleased to know, that you're already nominated for 'biggest jackass of 2016'.
You have no respect for me huh? Well that's fine because no one could give two shits about what you think. You say I'm nothing more than a clown, well I say you're nothing more than a joke that goes; who has two thumbs and is going to get Mark Michaels' boot rammed up his ass? Zack Crash! Oh and about wanting to make out with me, I don't usually kiss jackasses, but if you take a number, and get in line, then you can go right ahead and kiss my ass! Now I will give you one thing, I do think Dynasty would be better off being called the Mark Michaels show, but that's a discussion better left for the people who actually have the power to do so (in other words, not you).
Live on Dynasty, you are in store for an A-list ass whipping, the likes of which you will never forget. Courtesy of The Instagram Icon, The Twitter Trendsetter, the #Hero whose millions, upon millions of followers are going to be tweeting pics of you staring up at the lights for days. Hell Zack, you might even get turned into a MEME and become slightly relevant in EAW again.
It all goes down in 48 hours (kinda like your mom), live at the Time Warner cable arena, I prove just why I am the Brightest burning star that EAW will ever know, I prove that I am the Perfect Athlete, and Entertainer rolled into one, and most of all, I will once again prove that no matter how hard you hate, no matter who you've beaten, or how much of bad ass you pretend to be, there's is no such thing as better than Perfect, and that my friend is real! So you better start Picturing That Zacky." #Dynasty#EAW#BurningCrash#InTheBag
@TrentYoder take a good long look pal. This picture sums up the long and short of every single time we step into a ring together. no one, not you, not any member of the locker room, and not any of those haters who are going to be cheering for you just because much like you, it eats them alive to see someone who outclasses their back water, hick asses in every way possible, do as well as I have. I'm rich, I'm great looking, and I'm a self made man who has captured the hearts and minds of people from every corner of the globe. I'm saying this not to too my own horn, but for you to hopefully come to terms with your own pettiness. Because if not, it's only going to end up bad for you. Bad like how even when you try to sucker punch me, you the one who ends up staring at the lights. Bad, like how with the exception of one measly little fluke, I've beaten you in every match we've ever had. "
SRSly bro, think of T.J. on this one. With me guiding him, he'll go to the right places, meet the right people, wear the right clothes, and with time, people will forget that you're his father, and the sky will be the limit with whatever path he chooses in life. That's the kind of life I can give him. But let's say you show up this Monday night, firstly your in line for the biggest ass whipping the world has ever seen, because as much as i would love to stretch this match out, and pound you into oblivion, I've got a bigger fish to fry. So I"ll be finishing you off quick (But not so quick that I won"t enjoy seeing you squirm a little). And if by some odd stroke of blind luck you are able to to get one more fluke, it's ultimately your son who will end up paying in the long run. This Monday night I prove yet again that I am better than you in each, and every feasible way you can compare us, whether it's money, or fame, or who dresses better, or in ring skill, I win every time hands down!
This Monday Night I will prove yet again that You could never compare to someone who is as perfect as me, whether it's fame, or fortune, or who dresses better, and most obviously who is better in the ring, I win each and every time, hands down! And once I get through with you, I'm going to turn around and do the exact same thing to that Pudgy, punch drunk, Irish nobody Tig Kelly, and liberate the National Elite Championship form his sweaty, Jameson filled waist, much like I liberated T.J. from your jealous, envious, Hater-aid guzzling, ass!
And everything I do (or I'm about to do) only further demonstrates exactly why I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest Burning star that EAW will ever know, the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #HERO, and most importantly The undisputed Social Media Champion. As well as the fact that I am single greatest athlete who has ever laced up a pair of boots (Which BTW will be leaving a permanent dent in your ass) and the only man in the entire wrestling world who has earned the right to be called Perfect! So be ready to say goodbye to T.J., because after the bell rings in Winter Park, he will officially belong to me, so Picture That!#BattleGround#Dynasty#EAW#InDaBag"
"Can someone please remind @DonnyDiamond that no one has ever asked to be represented by a broken down, old piece of has been trash! Don't try and fool yourself Donny, you have never stood up for anyone in the locker room besides yourself. Now there's nothing wrong with that, but don't think for a minute that you can spin all the whining you do into getting a pat on the back for some dumb punk who wouldn't know shit from shinola about how thing work backstage. You talk about how diamonds are associated with greatness, but that's not you pal. You're more like a Cubic Zirconia. You try to pass yourself off as something with real value, but you're worthless when compared to the real thing. Just like how you are proven to be completely worthless anytime you step into the ring against me. You spew this foolhardy rhetoric about me somehow being a thorn in your side, remind me again how you got that title match at House Of Glass? because it sure as hell wasn't by beating me (or anybody for that matter) it was by being such an asshole that both TLA, and Tig Kelly jumped at the chance to beat your ass. and as far as me saying I'm gonna flush whatever is left of your career down the crapper, it's only because I think that your spot on the roster should go to someone who actually can make something out of themselves, instead of a washed up fool. Actually when I think about it the term washed up is too good for you, you're not a has been, you're a never were. As in you never were a threat to the National Elite Champion, you never were talented enough to earn a title match based on your skills, and you never were good enough to be a guy like me!
Oh, and before I forget, if I'm better suited for telemarketing than wrestling, than maybe you should take some of your own advice and see if you can get a job at McDonald's washing lettuce.
And @Regulator you saying Donny hasn't eared anything is like the pot calling the kettle black! since you've returned, I haven't seen one damn thing to justify all the hype you get. Yeah you beat DEDEDE, and he is one though S.O.B, but he isn't what he used to be (I know I was in the ring with him) and just to further prove the point, last week you got your ass whipped worst than when the Saints lose to the Carolina Panthers. I swear, I'm getting so tired of guys like you and Donny, trying to grasp and cling to the last straw of a career you have left, like how a guy on life support tries to cling to his last breath. And all you're really doing in the end is holding back the guys who are the future of this industry. Guys who are there to build up this great sport, not leach off it because of their supposed name value, or nostalgia, or false hopes of a comeback. You don't build up the business, all you do is try and hog the spotlight away from Guys like me!
That's right, ME, the one who deserves to have the people's attention, and admiration. Unlike that over privileged pile of donkey shit Angelo Brando, I'm too busy having his handmaid wipe his ass, and being told the shit doesn't smell to even bother trying to get the brand over. And Not like Lance "The Invisible man" Hart, although I can't say that him disappearing a few weeks ago is a bad thing, or even that anybody really cared enough to notice. And sure as hell not that dog ugly, chemically unbalanced, mentally handicapped, bald headed, Michael's Envy having troll, Trent Yoder. BTW T.J says hi ;-)
No, I'm the future of Professional Wrestling, and the reason the whole word will be watching this Friday night because of me. The guy whose millions upon millions of followers fill stadiums and arenas every week with people who dream of getting to see me live, and in the flesh. The guy who has made Dynasty a rating phenomenon with his presence alone. The guy who has made Dynasty strong enough to stand apart from EAW as it's own company, Me! the winner of the 2015 Selfie of the year award. And all my followers who have made me their #Hero, the Undisputed Social Media Champion, The Destiny of Dynasty, and Brightest Burning Crossover Star that EAW will ever know!
Now as far @TigKelly goes, I'm going to say good luck, and I'll be cheering for you in the Elimination Chamber. Because I am going to win the number one contenders match this Friday, and after Road To Redemption, I will be getting that National Elite Championship match, and it would save me a lot of time if the guy I'm going to beat is also the World Heavyweight Champion. so tell me Tig can you Picture THAT? #Dynasty#InDaBag#NextNationalEliteChamp"
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