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Purple light shines on The Franchise Demon after his six man tag team match at Voltage.....

"Hey ......TERRY MCGUIRE......VINCENT PALMER........JACK PIERCE i hope you all learned you're lesson to not face The New Ministry. Good luck recovering from that Double Spike Tombstone Piledriver."

- The Franchise Demon begins to laugh....then looks down at the floor. The camera man then points the camera at the backstage floor where their is three empty body bags. -

"You see this? Well if you're a cold soul and don't relate to our current society you will see these are body bags. Body bags are used for dead corps...and The New Ministry has their eyes on three people to be put in this body bag next Sunday on Voltage. The higher power told us that were facing three new brave souls next week in a six man tag team match...get ready the darkness is continuing!"

- The Franchise Demon closes each body bag and walks off the scene...the camera man then zooms in on the body bags and you can read three names on the body bags that were spray painted in purple coloring. "Jamie O'Hara, Clark Duncan, and Evan Stark" -

"..Caster, Oh, Caster...

...Deliver this dream...
...Caster, Oh, Caster...
...Deliver it, upon me."

Seasons greetings.
It's about to become a merry, merry thirty-one days for the month of April, as we escape from the winter. The flowers are blooming across the fields, the birds are flocking together in the sky, the waters are bringing back beauty with the return of its turquoise, crystal-like colors. That is just the description of the spring. However, within the borders of Elite Answers Wrestling, Grand Rampage is quickly approaching us. Men have begun to take an early lead for themselves, hopefully in order to tamper with their adversaries on a much rather quick note. How silly and futile these attempts are! Quite bizarre rather, because these are the same people that become infuriated after they get eliminated from previous Grand Rampage, just because they thought their mouths produced some cheesy contents. Just mouthing with no actual significance. Unlike those people, I will actually speak about this event when the time fully arises, when the hourglass pours its last grain of sand onto the bottom. There I will see the message, there, I will know where and when to cast my next objective.

However, it seems people have already dispatched their minds away from me. With the "unexpected" outcome that took place during Reckless Wiring, I have been booted down to the ground, as people stare to laugh. I don't get it, what is there to laugh? For the past couple of days, that has been the main action, laughing. Laughing at the fact that I lost to Alex Anderson at Reckless Wiring? Laughing at the fact that Venom and Nick interrupted this match and had their egos far-fetched? It is...just such a pity that you people observe one mistake, and think that it is going to be the ultimate fallout for that individual. You think that my run as this "Caster of Dreams" will finally terminate because Alex Anderson has "conquered" me. In case any of you people aren't aware, Alexander is still under my collar. He is still my property, HE IS STILL CASTED INTO DREAMS! He just managed to raise the bar one layer above, but he still remains in the dreary, unconscious state of time. I have said that for many weeks, and months before, even stating that even if I was to lose, someway, somehow, it would still be a "win-win" situation for me, because I always have a plan---the Holy Brigade always has a plan. We don't approach a task without a blueprint lingering above our heads. We don't walk down the ramp without having a game plan mentality. Sure, a mistake from Venom standing in that ring at the wrong time resulted to my loss, but I am not affected whatsoever by it. We are still a solidified embodiment. We are still incorporated into one, with a sole mission to dominate the diseased lands of this company, and we will not stop until our bones are finally rotten. By then, we will be riding on the dark horse of righteousness as we gallop across every fallen man and woman this company has to offer. You haven't escaped yet, Alex Anderson. You just escaped through one door. There are several many other doors in front of you that I have the keys to unlock. I am the overall winner out of all of this.

And with my loss, I cannot face for the Answers World Championship until the EAW Draft. A stipulation that also shows its defect. Even with this stipulation taken into full effect, I still have two other titles that I can approach freely, the World Heavyweight Championship and the EAW Championship. There is always a leeway from a small predicament that the Holy Brigade encounters, so for those that are remaining joyful after all of this has transpired, it is quite amusing to me as well.

This week on Showdown....I encounter one my old socks. I go one-on-one against a guy that sold himself under the power of Lannister at Reckless Wiring, with Lannister screwing Norman Hellion out of the Answers World Championship. I actually though that this man was going to change from his criminal, thieving ways, but it just turns out that he continue to become one of the most disgusting wrestlers to ever walk around in this company. That man, is Starr. You finally did it once again. For months, you kept on talking your mind to everyone around, saying that you are destined for a fourth reign as a World Champion. You didn't show any methodology as to how you would acquire that feat, because you cooked something up your sleeve that you didn't want to unveil. You forged yourself a way to get to another championship, by having assistance, ASSISTANCE. And you think that is marvelous? A man that you have been rivaling with before in the past, THE LEADER OF RAGNAROK, Lannister, was all it took? At this point, this just spells out desperation. You are revealing to each and every person in the roster that you are a ludicrous individual that can never achieve anything individually, just having assists and nothing more. Do you think that will leave a golden lining all over your career? Do you think your children, if you will ever have any, will peruse through and actually go in-depth about the "success" that you had in this company? You are not benefiting from this at all, but you are rather hurting yourself to the point that you will become vulnerable, where you realize that everything that you will have will vanish right before you know it. When you realize that this "protective barrier" that you now have with Lannister weakens, he will then emerge and attack you with anything you got. What happens next? He attains your title, and you will be left standing in awe, wondering what just happened. No one's fault but yourself.

However, the difference between you and I is that you are having this sought of "artificial enjoyment" right now. You are having this ego, rubbing your "reign" in front of everyone's faces, but the fact that remains is that you know how you feel about the decision. You know that you didn't seal the victory under your own dominance, but you need to require an outside source. On Showdown, even if I have faced you for the millionth time, I will expose your weakness this time around. The Holy Brigade are still standing tall, and will always remain like that. The mistakes that happened at Reckless Wiring is beyond me, because I still necessarily won at the end of the day. But in regards to you, you haven't "won" anything. You are just looming around under a labyrinth, created by Lannister.

~A blue tinted camera zooms in on TLA sitting at his own personal bar at his resort in Chile. TLA mournfully stirs his apple martini as a frown spreads across his face.~

TLA: I can’t do it anymore mang. It’s all hopeless. What’s the point of even trying anymore? I just can’t make it in EAW. I’m a fat, out of shape old man with no talent in the ring. I just can’t. I try to lift weights but I just can’t get them up. When I fuck bitches, I just can’t get my dick up either. Michelle and Mustafa abandoned me. They think that I am a failure and to be honest they are completely right. I am so pathetic. I have no friends and I spend all my days online watching interracial porn of Mexican men banging Asian chicks while pretending that it’s me. Even the fat girls don’t want any of The Sexual Panther these days.

~Opera music begins to play as a montage of TLA’s training is shown. TLA attempts to run the ring ropes but screams in pain as they cut into his back. He tries to hit a 450 Splash but fails landing on his neck as he screams in pain in the ring. TLA begins to cry as he reaches out towards the ropes to pull himself up. The ropes break leaving TLA down on his ass.~

TLA: My parents disinherited me after my loss to Christopher Corrupt. Now their fortune will all go to one of my brothers or sisters all of whom are more successful in life than I am. I see Christopher Corrupt hired a personal trainer. I tried to hire a personal trainer as well but they told me I was a lost cause and couldn’t help me.

~TLA begins scribbling down a note on paper furiously atop his wooden desk.~

TLA: Nobody ever saw the potential in me because there is none. I might have been able to be somewhat respectable if I actually tried to be good. I would never have succeeded because I am not good enough but at least I would be slightly less of a failure.

~A montage of EAW officials screaming and pointing at TLA is shown as he cowers in fear.~

TLA: They told me that I wasn’t even worth paying anymore. I thought that I could make some money doing what I love but I was wrong. They are right not to pay me because I don’t belong here. The sad part is that they won’t even fire me. They keep me under contract out of pity. Christopher Corrupt was right. I don’t have a plan for our match and I never did. I mean he is so obviously smarter than I am. When someone teases that they have a plan to beat you and the best you can come up with is “You have nothing, except a plan to try and win.” you are obviously a genius. I mean only someone who is truly a master at the game could figure that out. Christopher Corrupt is always ten steps ahead but I am always shoving ten hot pockets into my mouth a day. I can’t keep up because I get tired. My lovehandles hang out over my trunks and my body oil makes women in the stands vomit. I am just so ugly that nobody will ever give me the sexy loving time that I so desire.

~TLA begins shoveling Doritos into his mouth as he continues writing on the piece of paper which is now being stained orange from his fingers.~

TLA: I am so jealous of Christopher Corrupt’s weight loss. I have tried all of the programs out there and none of them work. I must be genetically deficient. Probably even autistic but that is an entirely other matter.

~TLA takes out a jar of weight loss cream and begins rubbing it into his skin.~

TLA: I think that it’s time I acknowledge that Christopher Corrupt is simply better than me because he is white. I used to be all about racial equality but I am so inferior to Corrupt that I can no longer ignore the evidence that his race is superior. I will now bow down to the white man and allow them to do with me as they please. Their chains shall comfort me as I sleep at night grateful that I am allowed to live in their world, mowing their lawns, and cleaning their homes.

~TLA finishes scrawling on the piece of paper which now has orange stains and cream stains on it making it nearly unreadable.~

TLA: I can’t believe that it has come down to this, but unfortunately it has. You see before I was in EAW I was in a number of other smaller companies. We ran hard against the EAW machine but in the end we failed and I sold out to the EAW overlords. I am here to say that they were right all along and I could never make it in EAW. I tried my best but nothing I could do could show me the superiority of Christopher Corrupt. Even pinning him in a championship scramble match only further proves just how little competition I truly am for him. So why even bother with this match? It is a waste of time because we all know that I am going to lose. So I am officially giving up. Not only on this match, but on EAW as well. I would like to thank everyone who supported me although few did because they all knew how much I sucked.

~TLA clears his throat before he begins to read on.~

TLA: First to my best friend King Mustafa. You always believed in me even when others told you how big of a failure I would be. You invested everything into my career and I failed you. I apologize for this because I know that I should have been honest from the beginning and told you not to waste your time.

~TLA runs his fingers across the paper.~

TLA: Actually that’s all I got. I only had one friend but now he has left me and I have none. Oh well I guess it is time to end it all. Goodbye EAW you were too hard for me to overcome. Too much of a challenge, too many people with actual skill for someone like me to hope to compete. So I hope you all have fun without me, I will be sitting at home in Mexico eating popcorn and watching Christopher Corrupt go on to take his rightful place as a future world champion and inevitable Hall of Famer. I will cry every week knowing that I could never even come close to achieving that.

~TLA tears up the paper and throws it into a nearby bin, missing the shot by a mile. TLA opens the drawer of his desk and pushes his razors aside to find a gun which he takes out.~

TLA: I refuse to suffer like that! Not only am I ending my EAW career… but I am ending my life as well! I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR ANYMORE! IT’S ALL HOPELESS AND I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!

~TLA screams out in wild fury as he puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger.~

TLA: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

~A small popping noise is heard as the camera goes black.~

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~The camera turns back on as TLA takes the gun out of his mouth. TLA smiles deviously into the camera.~

TLA: APRIL FOOLS! I’m still gonna kick your bitch ass Christopher, and there is nothing you can say or do that will stop that, but then you already knew that…

~TLA winks at the camera as it again fades to black.

*Charlie Scene is in his locker room immediately following his victory over Diamond Cage on Voltage. Max A Million walks in with a microphone.*

Max: Charlie, first of all congratulations on your win, you are now the number one contender for the EAW Championship in what was a great match with the former champion Diamond Cage. How are you feeling right now?

Charlie: This is where I’m supposed to say that I feel so overjoyed and I can’t believe my time has finally come, right? This is the part when you and everyone else start to kiss my ass because now I’m gonna be in a world title match at one of the biggest EAW shows of the year, right? Max, you wanna know how I’m feeling? I feel hungry. This is the most overdue world championship match in the history of EAW, no one in EAW has ever been screwed the way I have, no one in EAW has ever had to go through the trials and tribulations I have just to get to this point. A week ago, you nor anyone else gave a damn about anything I did, and now all of a sudden everyone wants the inside scoop, they want some ground breaking interview with me, right? Well it’s not gonna happen. The fact is the only person who had any faith in me this entire time is Y2Impact, so he is the man that gets all the credit from me. He orchestrated the match between Cage and I being a number one contenders match. Y2Impact is the only just person in a position of power here in EAW, and yes that includes Zack Crash too.

Max: Right, well, Y2Impact stormed out of the ring when Zack Crash welcomes the new EAW Champion Xavier Williams to Voltage, any idea what that was about?

Charlie: Of course I know what that was about, but it’s not my story to tell, Max. Y2Impact has a vision for this brand and it conflicts with Zack Crash’s vision, that’s all I’m going to say about the matter. Tune into Voltage next Sunday, and you’ll get your answer.

Max: Charlie, this is your first EAW Championship match, ever. That’s huge! You gotta be feeling somewhat jovial. I mean this the EAW Championship, Charlie!

Charlie: Max, I know what this is, and I know what it means. Don’t get me wrong, I am looking forward to the match at the Grand Rampage and I will be leaving with the championship, there is no doubt about that, but Max, do you know what it’s like to have everything torn away from you? Do you know what it’s like to have society spit in your face and throw you away like you were garbage? Then to pull yourself back up from the pits, out of the dumpster to the top of the mountain and EARN an EAW Championship match? Max, it’s unreal. I always knew I would get to this point Max, but no one else did. I knew as soon as the match ended on Voltage, as soon as I heard the bell ring people would doubt me. Everyone is going to have their money against me at the Grand Rampage, but I’d have it no other way. So that way, when I beat Xavier Williams, and I walk into Voltage as the new EAW Champion, every single member of the EAW roster, every person in attendance and every fan watching on TV can watch me bask in their shock, watch me back in their disbelief and they may not like it, I know they won’t like it, but that’s the way it goes.

Max: Anything to say to the EAW Champion, Xavier Williams?

Charlie: Xav, I give you all the credit in the world. You did what you had to do to survive, you lost your spot on Dynasty in such an embarrassing loss at Reckless Wiring, but you capitalized on your situation and became a champion in the progress. That’s survival at it’s finest, but where’s your honor? Where’s your dignity? That’s where you and I are different, Xav. No matter what I’ve seen or what I’ve been through, I still have my dignity. I still hold my head high knowing that I am the man I am supposed to be, but you? You can’t call yourself a man, not yet.

Max: Anything else, Charlie?

Charlie: Yeah, Zack Crash, I already know Impact is going to give you an ear-full on Voltage, but I am telling you this right now so EVERYONE hears it, and you better not forget it. If you EVER refer to Xavier Williams as the Face of Elite again, I swear on my mothers grave, I will break every single bone in your body. Zack, I am the Face of Elite, not your sell out champion Xavier Williams. I don’t care who you are, what your title is, you will not insult me or Y2Impact by calling that boy the Face of Elite, ever again. I am not threatening you, Crash, I would never threaten a person of authority, I am telling you facts. I just hope for your sake you remember that.

*Charlie pushes past Max A Million and walks out of the locker room, the camera focuses in on Max and fades to black.*

Heads Up

The scene fades in as the cameraman emerges from the double doors that lead us into an empty, run down gymnasium. He proceeds cautiously, not knowing what to expect. As he walks the camera pans around the gym and we get a view of a weight rack with well worn weights. The next image to come into view is a set of padded mats on the floor, some of which are held together by duck tape holding their inners inside. We then see a number of punch bags, and medicine balls on the floor - again, well worn.

The silence is broken by a thud over in the opposite corner. The cameraman turns around sharply and a figure is stood in the ring, standing over what looks to be a black steel folding chair which has been set up in the centre of the ring. We decide to head on over to see who the man is, and it turns out to be none other than Mike Harrison. He looks sweaty from his workout that is pinning his white Orlando Magic, number one Tracy McGrady jersey to his chest. He smiles briefly as we reach the ring and welcomes us to enter it. A few awkward moments later the cameraman is stood in the ring with the camera focused on Mike Harrison as he begins to the address his audience.

‘Last week went exactly as I planned - I walked in, entertained the fans, got the job done, and walked out the victor. Sure, it was only a pre-show match, not the main event; but to me, it was a return that meant the world to me. I had been away from wrestling for a while, and returning to an arena packed with thousands of fans, was an amazing experience. I had almost forgotten what that buzz felt like, but when I emerged from behind the curtain, and walked onto the ramp, it brought it all back home. And it confirmed to me that I made the right choice to not only return to wrestling, but to join the greatest wrestling company on earth - Elite Answers Wrestling!’

He flashes a confident smile before walking over to the corner of the ring. Once there, he springs up onto the top turnbuckle and sits looking down at us.

‘Now this week I will make my Dynasty television debut. Once again I find myself propping up the card, but there is no shame in that. In fact, it is actually a very important part of any show - wrestling or otherwise - because it is at that moment where you need to captivate the audience at home and get them glued to their seats. One misstep and they will change the channel. Bore them and they will change the channel. And when they change that channel, the ratings fall. So the job of the men and women that open the show is to make an impact and entertain the fans, and prove to them that they are watching the best show on television - and that is exactly what I am going to do this week on Dynasty!’

Harrison stands momentarily and thumps his chest passionately. A few moments later he lowers himself back into a seated position and continues.

‘I have made a fortune in this business by entertaining the fans. I have been the guy that put people in the seats and sold out arenas. I have been the guy that drew ratings from the people at home. Now I appreciate that means nothing here, but I know what it takes to put on a show. I know how to entertain the fans in the arena, and keep the audience at home glued to their television screen. That ability comes through experience, and that experience, is going to help me embrace my debut this week against.

Some people struggle making the transition from the independent scene to the big stage, and that happens for a variety of reasons. The main difference between those two stages is that instead of wrestling in front of a few hundred people - which in itself can be daunting for some people - you are wrestling in front of thousands of people in the arena, and millions watching at home. On the big stage, the lights are shining down on you. There is nowhere to hide. That puts a lot of pressure on you, and you can either withstand it, or you buckle. And I have proven time after time that I can not only withstand it, but thrive in it, and I will do that once again this week!’

He looks at the camera and flashes a smile that wouldn’t look out of place on the red carpet of a Hollywood movie premiere, but that smile falls from his face as he slides off the top turnbuckle and walks slowly towards the camera, coming to a stop in the middle of the ring, placing himself behind the steel chair. He places his hands down onto the top of the chair and continues.

‘As they say, it takes two to tango, and my opponent this week is Hunter Spearing. A talented young kid from Canada. A kid that just last week made his debut on television, but sadly came up short against the impressive Vance Tybull. Don’t feel bad, Hunter, sometimes you don’t get that fairytale ending. For most people, it often ends in heartbreak, and that’s what happened to you last week at Dynasty. You tried hard, but you came up short. It happens. Though the one thing you should hold onto is that you didn’t embarrass yourself. You went out there and fought with everything you had. You showed you had heart, and believe me, that means a lot. And by the way you got up and brushed yourself off, that shows that you are not going to run away with your tail between your legs. Oh no. You have shown that you are going to stay with it, and go out there the next time and give that little bit more...

...And that’s both a good and bad thing for me. The bad means that I am not facing a push over this week, while the good means that I am facing someone who will push me to go that extra mile. That is precisely how I like my opponents. I don’t like to face people that I can squash in seconds or a matter of minutes. There’s no challenge to it. I much prefer facing a wrestler that will push me all the way, and that is exactly what I expect from you this week Hunter. I see a bright future for you in this company, but maybe last week was a step too far, too quickly for a man with your experience. Now I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it won’t get any better for you this week, nor will it get any easier, when you step into the ring with me.’

Harrison shakes his head slowly with a serious look on his face, which soon broken by a sly half smile. As he pauses for a moment, he releases his grip on the steel chair and decides to take a seat.

‘The problem you face, Hunter, is that you are facing an opponent with a lifetimes worth of experience. I have been in this business for over a decade. I have wrestled on some of the grandest stages and faced some of the best wrestlers. In that time, I have never missed a step. I have never looked out of place. No matter where I have been, I have always risen up and made my name as one of the best on the roster. And why I have done that?’

He looks at the camera and arches an eyebrow quizzically, awaiting a response that will never come. A few moments pass before he continues, but as he does, he stands and begins to pace the ring.

‘The reason I rise is because I am that... damn... good...

When I step foot in a new company my soul intention is to go out there every week and beat whoever they put in front of me. If I have to cross the line to beat my opponents - then I’ll do it. If I have to lie, cheat, and steal to beat my opponents - then I’ll do it. What you need to realise, Hunter, is that while I may be a warm and welcoming person that has extended an olive branch to you; at the same time, I am also a cold, cunning man who will do whatever it takes to get on. I am unlike anything else you have ever faced in your short career, and that is why things won’t get any better, or any easier for you this week.’

Harrison stops pacing and grabs hold of the steel chair. He folds it flat, holding it by the end. He looks menacingly at the camera with his cold, piercing blue eyes. As they say, the eyes are a window to a person’s soul, and if you look at Harrison’s, it is clear what type of man he is, and what his intentions could be for Hunter Spearing this week.

‘Now I would rather things don’t get nasty. I would rather we go down to that ring and see who the better man is. But I feel it necessary to make you aware of the man you are facing this week. I want you to know that I am not going to give you an inch this week. I am going to bring the best out of you. I am going to make you fight harder than you have ever fought before. But when all is said and done, it will be me that gets my arm raised in victory, as I leave you heartbroken in the ring for the second time in two weeks. Will that give me any pleasure? Not really, but what will is teaching you a valuable lesson this week, and one that you will never... ever... forget...’

Harrison begins to laugh and swings the chair at the camera. We hear a loud smash as we suddenly lose video. Luckily we still have intermittent audio, and what we can hear is Harrison whistling a merry tune as the camera slowly dies. And with that our scene ends.

Voltage Promo 2 4-5-15

As the scene opens Draven is in his home going over stats and accomplishments of each of The New Ministry's opponents this week. Grateful that the higher ups at EAW has heard his plea for a real challenge. A challenge that will make or break The New Ministry.

This last week again The New Ministry took care of business against the same trash of EAW. We are only starting however this week we have a very tough test to face. These three men are some of the best Men in EAW. This is what i have been begging for and have wanted since we have formed. We shall make sure our training is top notch. For each of these men will sure bring their A game.

Jamie O'Hara is someone who has earned a lot of respect in EAW. He has been in EAW for 9 months and has always brought his A game to every match he has been in. I am excited about testing my skills up against someone who was once The New Breed Champion. This Australian beast will be very tough to beat because of his versatility in moves. The versatility that he brings to the ring also makes him someone that we can study and learn from. We must not take him nor any of our opponents this week for granted.

Clark Duncan may be a joker but he is a very serious in ring competitor who has faced some of the best in EAW. Unlike O'Hara his move list is not as versatile but that does not make them any less dangerous.

Stark out of all three is the one I am most excited for The New Ministry to face. Over the last couple weeks him and Dachs have been bothering me and my family The New Ministry. He thinks that he is way better than any one member of The New Ministry, and we must prove him wrong. This loud mouth along with his partners will see what real teamwork is about. However evil The New Ministry may be we are not one thing and that is trolls and we will show this troll stark where he should stay under a bridge.

All three of these men alone make up a great challenge but together they will fall in comparison to The New Ministry. We have been training for weeks for a challenge like this and each week we have gotten stronger. The New Ministry shall fight its hardest fight to date and at the end of the day darkness will thrive within the light. For one by one they will meet their maker.

Wow. I didn't think that last thing I said would piss off Troy Archillo so much.

“Don't be lazy, bring your A-Game.”

I don't even know if he heard the A-Game part, I think once he heard “lazy”, he just lost it. Well Troy—and yeah, I'm going to just keep calling you Troy—it's good to know that I can do that. All I have to do is say one thing, like “lazy” and you Hulk out and throw shit around like a three year old having a tantrum.

I wasn't trying to intimidate or piss you off Troy. But now, knowing that simply saying the word “lazy” and calling you only by your first name will set you off like a white trash guy being arrested on an episode of Cops, that's going to be a semi-unintentional side effect. I have to admit, when you threw that laptop into the trash, it was funny. I mean come on Troy, you're an adult, why would you act like such a child?

And if pissing you off means that you'll amp up your game this Saturday, then that's all good for me. Like I said, I want a challenge, and I know you're a talented guy, I just don't think I have your full attention. So now that I'll be getting “the ass kicking of two lifetimes”, that's all good for me. I'm not intimidated by you Troy. Yes, I'm a rookie wrestler, and you're an experienced wrestler. But you don't know me at all. If you've seen my matches, you'll know that I never back down, and I never just give up. You'll have to knock me out cold to get the pin.

You say that you've watched how I move in the ring, and that I have weaknesses. Well, no shit Sherlock. Of course I have weaknesses, I'm a human being. We all have weaknesses you dumb bastard. You clearly have some, all I have to do is say one word and you flip out. When someone gets angry, they make mistakes. Hell, all I have to do is probably just whisper “Don't be lazy” into your ear in our match, and you'll make mistakes because you're so mad.

You say you pity me Troy. You say that you're not paying me any attention. But, just earlier you said that you could think of one hundred things to torture me with in our match. Which is it Troy? That's a little bit of a contradiction. Whatever though, moving on. I don't really care if I have your respect or not. I don't care whether or not you think I'm “in your league.”

This match isn't for me to gain your respect, or prove whether or not I'm in your league like some pathetic pissing match. I'm just looking to keep you from weaseling your way into contention for the Interwire Championship. If that's all I accomplish by Saturday night, win or loose, then I've been successful in my eyes.

"Don't You Play With Me."

(The scene begins as Troy Archello is watching Daniel Marshall's promo, and he pauses for a moment. His expression tells it all; he is angered. He throws the laptop that he was watching the promo with in the trash and sets up a camera. Static comes in and out until Archello begins to speak.)

"Don't be lazy, Troy. Don't be lazy."

(Archello begins to toss things around.)

Don't be lazy? Do you know who you're talking to? Are you out of your damn mind? You're talking to the one and only Troy Archello; there has been nobody like me and there will be nobody like me. You see, I don't like the fact that you're talking to me as if you know who I am, because if I'm correct, you've only been here for a month. I've been around for much longer than that, and I believe that a rookie like yourself should not be talking to someone as high and great as myself. I know what you're thinking, kid: "If I try hard enough, I'll beat Troy Archello, and maybe I'll be able to get more credibility". I'm sorry to pop your bubble, but you won't be seeing your hand being raised; you'll be seeing stars in the ground, exactly where you should be at, you nuisance.

First off, if you’re ever going to insult me, please refer me as TROY ARCHELLO. Nobody has the right and deserves the privilege of calling me by just one name. Like you’ve said, kid, you’re only a rookie, and for a rookie, you’re a very stupid one for trying to intimidate me and piss me off. You’ve done one of those things; you did something you shouldn’t have done in the first place which is piss me off. Nobody in their right mind should try to anger me because if you already thought I was going to give you an asskicking of a lifetime, you’re in for treat because I’m giving you one that’s worth two lifetimes. This is me putting your arrogant little body into place and teaching you that you should never mess such a destructive force like me. I am thinking of so many ways on how to torture you this Saturday that I can come up with a list of a hundred things in under a minute. You want me to bring it my all because you’ll feel “cheated” out of a challenge? This is not a challenge, this is going to be a beating that I will give you second after second. I’ll be savoring all the time I have in the ring with you until I decide to put you down like the little pest that you are and get the win.

You, like many other individuals that I’ve faced in my illustrious career, have come out and talked a lot of trash and have called me a coward, a bully, etc. When did we suddenly come back to Elementary School? I don’t know, but it just shows that you and your lame ass anti-bullying campaign aren’t going to get me on the mat and pin me. You’d rather be focused on the fans and doing the greater good like any other superhero. The thing is, every superhero is meant to fall; Superman has his Kryptonite and you have your weaknesses. I’ve been watching how you move around, what you do, and everything else about you, and I know that you have a lot of weaknesses. Obviously you’re still a rookie and all, but it doesn’t matter when you come into the ring with an experienced wrestler like myself. If you expect to do anything to me in our match this Saturday, you better pull your head out of your ass and reassess what you’re doing because I’m not doing this for Scott Oasis, I’m not doing this for these idiotic fans; I’m doing it for me. You should be in that training room, preparing for what I have in my arsenal and not talking about how I’m underestimating you; you’re making yourself underestimated and weak.

You know what was one of the funniest parts in your little comeback? It was when you called me Scott Oasis’ little hound dog. You see, I don’t take orders from anybody, I just listen. I decide if I should do certain things and be the sneaky bastard that I am today. I’m nobody’s little dog; I did what I did for obvious reasons. There was a title contract that I was about to sign, but guess who decided to get in my way? You. You see why I think you’re a joke? You don’t see the true light that I see; this whole thing is all about ME; it isn’t about Scott Oasis, it isn’t about Showdown’s ratings; it’s all about me. I wouldn’t have come out last week with Scott Oasis if I wasn’t going to get anything in return. I don’t work for free, and this week, I have my intentions to get a paid asskicking on you and that other obstacle in my way, Zach Genesis. I will be the next Interwire Champion simply because I am the best this business has to offer, and my journey starts this week when I not only beat you, Daniel Marshall, but when I make sure Mr. Genesis doesn’t get that title that he’s wanted for so long.

I pity you, Daniel. I pity the fact that you’re going to whip out some godly skills and end up beating me, and in reality, I’m not paying any attention to you and what you’re capable of. If you were WORTHY of being in the same ring with me, maybe I would pay attention to you more, and maybe I would give you a bit of respect, but that’s not happening any time soon. You know why I don’t mind you? You’re simply out of my league. I am a great in this business and I feel disrespected that I have to face a puny individual like yourself. Why must I be DISRESPECTED after having one of the best runs in Answer’s Wrestling Federation’s history? I don’t know, but I’ll make sure that everyone realizes that I’m still the greatest in this industry. You won’t be crushing anything this week, Daniel; you’ll be on a mat crying for your mother and anything that can save you, like Zach Genesis. I’ll be bringing my A-Game, son, but I have concerns on whether you can keep up with me or not, even if you’re in your A-Game.

You came to EAW to face the best in this business, and I understand that, but will you be able to keep up with the best? You shouldn’t be asking me to bring my A-Game; you should be very concerned about yours. If you don’t bring your A-Game this Saturday, you’ll be laid out in the middle of the ring, full of your own blood. If you do bring it, maybe you might have a chance at beating me, but things could end much worse than I’m planning to. This is not a fight, Daniel, this is one of the biggest matches of your career. You better Show Up or Shut Up.

EAW, the future has finally arrived, but the question is: Are you ready for it?

(Archello walks off as the camera continues to record. The camera eventually fades into black.)

Carlos Rosso Battles His….”Losing Addiction”?

::Carlos and his manager Poison are sitting around playing cards in a Los Angeles apartment that a well-off friend of Poison’s was letting them room in before departing for Chile. Poison looks over at Carlos as he examines his hand, having already placed her bet.::

Poison: So, you going to call or not?

Carlos: Give me a second to think…..

Poison: It’s not the World Series of Poker, hell we’re playing for chump change. Just call my bet and let’s get it over with.

::Carlos bites his lip, glaring down at his cards for a long time before going ahead and tossing his money in.::

Carlos: Alright, let’s do this. I have two pair. Sixes and sevens.

Poison: (Grinning as she lays her hand down) Queen-high straight.

::Carlos immediately gets up from the table and goes on a profanity-laced tirade about bad beats in poker that for the sake of children and innocents we’ll skip past. He slams a chair down on the wooden floor and storms off, furious.::

Poison: HEY! TAKE IT EASY! For one, this isn’t our place and jeez, it’s just a game!

Carlos: FUCK! WHY!? I CAN’T WIN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW! I’ve lost sixteen hands just sitting there and I did not win a single one! No more. I’m going to find something else to do.

::After moving into a bedroom that had become his room/office for a few days, Carlos turns on his PS3 to play one of his favorites, Ultra Street Fighter IV, online. After a few minutes Poison comes in and sits on the bed next to him, toying with the hem of her skirt while talking.::

Poison: You’ve been at a slump in just about everything right now it seems like. You’re usually pretty solid when it comes to cards. I’ve never known you to lose quite like that. Plus you know you’ve kinda been struggling in matches. The losses to Jacob and Donny have set us back, plus not winning the Championship Scramble hurt. But we still have a qualifier coming up for Grand Rampage, as you know.

Carlos: ………………….

Poison: Something I’ve been meaning to ask you, what was the deal with not tagging in GI Styles a few weeks ago. That’s not like you two to be out of sync like that. It was as if you didn’t trust him…or you were concentrating so hard to break out of your slump you tried to do it all on your own.

Carlos: I don’t wanna talk about it.

Poison: Well I do! Your wrestling school and other business things are doing well, but if you don’t win some gold soon I don’t get my bonuses . If I don’t get my bonuses, I get very cranky. You don’t want me cranky.

::Carlos’s eyes are fixed on the screen, wide and optimistic as it looks like he’s finally about to win at something for the first time all week before the game lags for a split second. During the lag, he’s hit with his online opponent’s special, knocking him out of the match.::

Game Announcer: ULTRA COMBO FINISH…..MAN THAT’S GOTTA HURT!

::Frustrated, Carlos flicks the controller out of his hand and onto the floor before falling back against the pillows.::

Carlos: ……….Have I won at anything lately? How’s my bracket doing?

Poison: You’re in 4th place. The highest you can finish is second.

Carlos: What about my bets on horse races.

Poison: None of them won…none of them even placed or showed. You’re good at wrestling and decent at cards but you suck at gambling on horse racing. Seriously.

Carlos: What about teams I root for? The Pelicans?

Poison: Two games out of the playoffs with 10 left.

Carlos: LSU Baseball?

Poison: Lost a series to Kentucky over the weekend.

Carlos: Softball?

Poison: They lost a series too….to Kentucky. Yeah..I thought it was weird too.

Carlos: -sigh-…Not only am I losing, it’s like I’m rooting for losers too. I don’t get this. I was a double champion here in EAW barely a year ago and now I can’t even win a match? Why is that? I’m in much better shape, I study tape religiously, I cut pretty much anything bad out of my diet but right now I can’t even beat the lowliest of lowly wrestlers.

Poison: I think it’s a mental thing. You’re letting things get to you that shouldn’t. For some reason teaming up with GI kinda got to you. It seemed to me like at Reckless Wiring you held back some, almost like you didn’t want to win. I know the National Elite title is a Title you think of GI holding for so long, but it was a chance you didn’t take full advantage of.

::When Carlos doesn’t answer her, she gets up out of the bed and starts looking through files, bending over in the skirt she’s wearing. Before Carlos can even turn his head to look she speaks again.::

Poison: If you even so much as look, not only am I fining you I’m kicking your ass.

::Turning away, Carlos grumbles to himself before Poison throws a file onto his lap::

Poison: Maxwell Dachs. An Intergalactic Champion, according to him at least anyway. Claims to be the best wrestler in the Universe…or something. I don’t really know much about him other than most people think he’s a loon. I’ve been watching some tape on his matches and I have to say he’s not bad. I think you’ve wrestled more dangerous opponents lately, but this is for a spot in the Grand Rampage. You better take him seriously.

Carlos: Right. Look, I’m going to take a nap for a little while. I really don’t feel very well. Maybe I can sleep this whole “loser” thing off.

::Carlos rolls over on his bed and begins to sleep, but not before tossing the file on Dachs into a nearby trash can. As he starts to doze off, Poison pulls out her phone and begins to search for someone on the directory.::

A Few Hours Later

::Carlos, refreshed a bit after a long nap, awakens and is greeted by the sight of Poison standing next to a tall, burly man who is pretty sharply dressed. She’s happy to see him awake but instantly frowns when she sees the glum expression on his face.::

Carlos: Hey Poison…and who the blue hell are you, guy with the hat on?

EAW Promoz! (Part 3 - Locked for posting...) - Page 21 Babyb_stl_14_CR

??????: Peace, brotha. My name is Dr. Kentrell Octavian Jones. Your manager called me earlier today saying that you were in need of some assistance. She told me it looks like you were suffering from something that I was able to quickly diagnose as “Losing Addiction”.

::Carlos looks at the man, then at Poison with a laugh, sitting Indian-style on the bed now.::

Carlos: What the hell is this? Some early April Fools joke? Your “friend” have hidden cameras in here, Poison?

Dr. Jones: This is no joke, my brotha. Losing Addiction is a very serious matter. Athletes, Presidents, Businessmen, ANYONE can suffer from this disease. For whatever reason, people have problems wanting to win. Instead of trying harder to attain victory, they start getting addicted to the mediocrity of losing. Losing to THEM is winning.

Carlos:….Oookay. Whatever. Look, I don’t know who you are and what Quack Factory of a college you went to get a doctorate, but I’m heading down to Chile to wrestle a match on Friday.

Poison: Actually…..I got us a red-eye flight Thursday. You’re going to work with Dr. Jones for a day or two, see if we can figure out your slump this way.

Carlos: Huh?

Poison: Plus I already paid him a $1000 retainer, on your credit card by the way, so we may as well get ready and go over to his office. He even has a support group for this sort of thing!

Carlos: ………………………..This isn’t an April Fools prank? This is seriously a thing? I’m about to go to some shrink’s office to talk about Losing Addiction. This isn’t a joke?

Dr. Jones: We will get through this difficult time together, my brotha. I promise you that once we’re done you will be free of this horrible disease of Losing Addiction. All you have to do is work at it.

To Be Continued?

Dictum Factum Chronicles III

They say that a drowning man will hang on to even a straw.

I've been really assessing myself as of late. I really have. I've been comparing myself to the greats of the past and the greats of today, and with this in mind, I realize that I am not where I need to be. Am I that drowning man? Am I really that desperate? If I am, then I need to make a change. I can't stand being a desperate man, because if I am this man, then I will not become world champion. I know I've stressed this time and time again, but it's all that matters to me. If I had the opportunity, at the drop of the hat I would grab it and seize the moment. That is why I look towards the Grand Rampage, because I know that it is the only chance I have left. Surely, I still have the stipulation of choosing my opponent, but being in this business long enough, I know that nothing can be trusted. That is why I need to win the Grand Rampage; it is my gurantee of having that world championship shot, and I know that my time is now. I've had my fair share of losses, and I have learned from them. Principle. Basic. You are forever told to learn from your mistakes, but until you make mistakes, you do not know the value of this quote. From my perspective, I know that I have learned from them and I will win the world championship the next time around. And I want that next time around to be Pain for Pride. What happened last Showdown isn't something I can dwell on. I lost to Devan Dubian. He is a great competitor. It's time to go back to the drawing board and focus on the next task at hand.

This next task at hand is a man that, admittedly, I have envied throughout my entire career. I have seen this man grow, and I have seen him go through the same things I am going through now. For that, Mr. Brian Daniels, I thank you. I can see someone like you and know what mistakes not to make and what to do right. You have empowered me. But what I know is that you are in a completely different part of your career than you were before. That is why I can't even focus on the time I beat you for the new breed championship, because we are both different professional wrestlers and different human beings. We have changed, and there is no doubt about that. When you evolve as a human, you have to allow that change to be something positive. I know that I have absolutely changed for the better. I am stronger, I am faster, and I am smarter than what I was years ago. I am sure you would say the same thing for yourself, Brian Daniels. Now it's time to see who truly wants to win this match more, Brian. As far as I'm concerned, no one in EAW at this point in time wants to win more than me. That is a strong statement, because many people have aspirations...

But people come and people go.

While men fail to reach their goals, the ace of EAW stays the course.

I know many times I have acted as if I am the best thing since sliced bread, but that is because I feel I absolutely am. I gave all Middle-Eastern a representation in a business that is as racist as they come. I have served to no master. I have been my own boss. I was given a rope, and I have been climbing this to the top since November 2010. Four years and months after that, I think I have done pretty well for myself. If you can't handle the ace, then turn the television off. Actually, wait – don't do that. No. Screw it. Do it. Try it. I want all of you to try and turn off the television when I am on, because none of you will be able to do it. You know that you have to watch Alex Anderson, no matter how much you hate him. The ace is must-watch television, and there's no denying that. Name me one man who manipulated the system as well as I did last year. You can't. This was a blessing in disguise for the entire company, let alone what the management team may tell you. I showed everyone that the men of Extreme—yes, extreme—can be who they want to be. They do not have to kiss the asses of everyone on the board like many men of my generation have already done.

I am influential.

I have burned the midnight oil, sacrificed everything I have, and I am going to enjoy the fruits of my labour at Pain for Pride.

Rags to Riches.

Dynasty promo 1

(A panned out shot of a training facility can be seen where various wrestlers are working out in the rings, using gym equipment and some are spectating, watching others train. Amidst all of this is a man with shaggy brown hair working with a partner in the squared circle. The camera zooms in closer to reveal that it's Christopher Corrupt looking a little trimmer these days. Once standing at 240, he's dropped down to about 210. The bleached blonde hair is long gone and he looks a lot healthier. Almost rejuvenated and fresh, with a clear mind. He sends his training opponent into the ring and hits a perfect and quite devastating lariat, dropping the man to the mat with a thud. The camera pans over to a trainer standing outside the ring watching the action and yelling instructions for Corrupt to apply a submission hold. Quickly, Christopher locks in what appears to be a new maneuver, unlike anything ever seen in his arsenal. Without any hesitation, his opponent taps and Corrupt releases the hold, rolling back up to his feet. He leans against the ropes and takes in some air before being handed a bottled water from his trainer who now stands on the apron patting Corrupt on the back. The camera picks up the conversation...)

Trainer: That's exactly what I like to see. Working the fundamentals with a little bit of a twist. Just what we talked about for the last week and a bit.

Corrupt: I've really appreciated all of the guidance, advice and training from you and your team.

Trainer: We saw the potential in you. We know you're more than a one trick pony. You just gotta prove it to them.

(The trainer points to the wall of televisions currently showing EAW footage of promos and matches.)

Corrupt: Well one individual in particular, TLA. The guy who thinks he's walking away with a title shot after our match this Friday.

Trainer: Wasn't he saying somethin' about a plan he had going into this match?

Corrupt: That's what he claims, but I think the idiot forgot the key thing about me: I am always ten steps ahead.

Trainer: Well, you certainly scaled down in the weight department as we got you focusing on endurance and agility for your training, so you're definitely ahead in that regard and learning some new maneuvers in the ring. I think you're going to shock em' all. You're completely different than before: a new attitude and a new presence.

Corrupt: I have a clear mind too. I know what they're all going to say though: You can change your look and style but you can't change who you are. Thing is, I truly have. This regime, you and your team pushing me and even that dick Sebastian Monroe has created something he and no one thought was possible. Seeing will be believing and we still got several days ahead before the match.

Trainer: I also suggest we continue this further after TLA.

Corrupt: Oh definitely. Having you and this team is what I need. Discipline and a whole new outlook on things.

Trainer: I still recommend you keep some moves in your arsenal, we're just going to tweak things up and add in a new selection.

Corrupt: Well I can move around better, so that all sounds good. I'll still be classic in many ways but with this new twist. I am telling you Mickey, nobody is going to recognize what happened.

Mickey: Ain't that the truth? You're going to shock the EAW universe with this shit.

Corrupt: I gotta address this clown TLA real quick but I want to continue training after if that's cool?

Mickey: Of course. Guys! Let's give Christopher some time with the cameras.

(Mickey and the training entourage leave the scene temporarily and Christopher exits the ring, making his way over to the camera crew.)

Corrupt: Was wondering when you guys would show up.

(Corrupt finishes his water and takes a seat on a folding chair as he addresses the camera.)

Corrupt: This has been my home, this training facility. Day in and day out for the last little while. Directly after Reckless Wiring to be exact. I've been training at 4 a.m. and cutting weight, working in the rings and perfecting my moves. If it isn't correct, I do it again. If the drop kick was a lazy leap in the air, then I get up and jump higher. No matter if my legs kill or if I am tired. This is the transition into a new era...a new beginning...a new chapter. An evolution if you will. Mickey and his training team approached me after the FPV. They congratulated on the win, but knew I could do better and knew I could show the potential I possess. Thing is, they came to me with an idea. And I liked that idea so much that I hired them and have been working with them extensively and exclusively. This idea ain't being revealed right now, but eventually. Soon, everyone will recognize just what I've accomplished. TLA...you will learn that I outsmarted you yet again, but on a different level. A level you can't comprehend or get your head around. I don't need you to get disqualified or counted out to seal my chances. Not this time. I have something greater in my mind. Something you can't stop. And when you lose your chance, you can thank Monroe and my team...you'll never contend for my National Elite Championship for as long as I have it and I plan on keeping it for a long time. You can tell bullshit stories about me and act as if that's how it is, but I have a better view now. A view that I can look clearly at. This is the time where although things seemed doomed for me, I can turn it around and once again walk out the victor. This plan you speak of is a lie. You have nothing, except a plan to try and win. Key word: try. I know I will win, I know I can defeat you in some way. For I am the Evolution of Wrestling...I am the man who stunned the announcers, commentators, fans, staff and wrestlers in the back, including you in the ring. I cannot wait for Friday and I cannot wait to upset you and your family, your followers and everyone who thinks I am screwed.

Be thankful this is a non-title match. It will be less embarrassing for when you lose to me. I am the Evolution that will change everything. It's a process and one that takes time. But it's a certainty I have in my heart. You'll battle with me, you'll throw everything imaginable my way. Everything but a plan and an understanding of your opponent. I am not so one-dimensional or simple. I am the better man. The worthy opponent but more the unlikely winner. I like the odds, especially now when they're stacked. I have a title to defend and a reputation to uphold. I am not allowing you a win for a championship shot. This ends Friday. This is where this chapter ends and a new one begins...

(Corrupt calls out to Mickey and the training team and they head back into the ring to continue on with the training as the camera slowly fade to black.)

Yo Momma so fat, that not even Lucian Black could throw her over the top rope......

But Montell Smooth can, because he is going to win the Grand Rampage.

What came first, the chicken or the egg?

It doesn't matter who entered the Grand Rampage first. Whether they came out 1st or 30th, Montell Smooth is still going to win the Grand Rampage.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Montell Smooth.

Montell Smooth, who?

Montell Smooth is winning the 2015 Grand Rampage.

You know, I never have liked bullies. Not because I was bullied in school, because I wasn't. It has more to do with someone picking on someone who's defenseless, and knows it. They know this person is defenseless, and they use that to dominate them, for whatever reason they have, be it that they had an unhappy childhood, or they're just an asshole.

That's the can of worms I stumbled upon on the last episode of Showdown. I didn't even have a match that night, I was just there because I wanted to be there. I saw what happened to Jah Hendrix, and I thought it was a cowardly, pathetic thing to do. But, since there was nothing I could do to stop it, I just left it at that. I just thought, “Oasis will get his, so will Archillo.”

Then, as I'm just wandering around backstage looking for the vending machines, Troy Archillo doing the same damn shit he was doing earlier, this time to Zach Genesis. Now, are Zach and I friends? No. Are we enemies? No. He probably hasn't thought much of me, if at all. He has had much more important things to worry about than the rookie with a so-so win/loss record.

So what did I stop it? Troy Archillo put forth three theories, lets see what they were.

-I would actually become relevant in my career.
-I would look like the good guy for doing it.
-I'm just stupid
-All of the above

Well Troy, lets debunk these one at a time, and maybe we can figure out my true intentions for doing what I did.

I've only been in this sport for roughly a month, so I'm not thinking that I'll look relevant just yet. I'm a rookie, I'm still learning, honing in my craft. So that one's off the list.

I'm not to worried about how I'll look. Did I know I'd look like a good guy for doing it? Yeah, considering Zach is pretty popular with the fans, and you aren't. So yeah, I knew that this would make me look good, but that's not why I did it. That one's gone.

I'm no genius by any stretch of the word, I admit. I'm not stupid either though. I got As and Bs in school, the occasional C. I have a pretty average IQ in the grand scheme of things. So that one's not the reason.

I think I've established above why the fourth possibility can't be true.

So, if none of these are the reason for why I did it, then, why did I do it? Maybe Troy, and stay with me here, but just maybe, I did it because it was the right thing to do. Come to think of it, yeah, that sounds right to me. I stopped your assault on Zach Genesis because it was the right thing to do.

Now you're probably rolling your eyes now, but I honestly couldn't care less. I saw something going on that I felt was wrong, and I stopped it. If you had been man enough to challenge him in a one-on-one match, I wouldn't have cared. If you beat him fair and square, I wouldn't have cared. But, judging from your behavior last Saturday, I think even you have some doubts about whether or not you can defeat Zach, or anyone for that matter, fair and square. Attacking people after a match is over, blindsiding them? That's the call of a true coward.

You say you aren't going to hold back this Saturday night, and that you'll show me no mercy. That's good Troy, I wouldn't expect any less. In fact, I'd feel cheated out of a challenge if you only half-assed it. But I'm worried Troy. I get the feeling that I don't have your full attention. You seem more focused on doing the bidding of Scott Oasis, like a good little hound dog.

That's a mistake that you don't want to make Troy. You don't know me, you've never faced me in the ring before, so you don't know what I can do. If you take your eye off the ball for one single, solitary second, I will crush you. I don't want this to be just a breeze Troy, I actually want a challenging opponent. That's why I came here to EAW, to face the best there is in this sport that I love. Don't be lazy, Troy, bring your A-Game.

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER NINE - ONE…SINGLE…ACTION (ROTTERDAM, THE NETHERLANDS)
(Showdown Promo #2)
"You were on fire…I watched a change…in you…" - "Change (In The House Of Flies)" by Deftones

For every single action that an individual undertakes or performs, there will be either a positive outcome or a serious consequence. This is something that every single person on this planet knows for a fact. Every little movement, every little step, every little action will determine everything. One single action? It has the power to CHANGE everything. ROTATE everything…rotate reality and throw it off of it's hinges…for fucking good.

***

So here I am five nights away from my title match as I'm sitting here with all the rest of the Showdown roster who are needed this week in some little cafe here in Rotterdam for tomorrow night's house show whilst I drink what appears to be some cappuccino with…is that a love heart? Score! The blonde barista digs me! Oh that's right, I have to start ranting about Scott Oasis right? That's what you wanted me to do here?

Well…hate to be disappointing…but that's just a small, small crux of what I'm talking about. Well shit okay not a small, small crux but it's only just one part of this whole picture here…because today, I, the one and only Zach Genesis is proudly going to prove to you HOW ONE ACTION WILL ALWAYS HAVE ONE CONSEQUENCE THAT WILL ULTIMATELY EFFECT EVERYTHING AROUND IT.

So yeah, yeah, yeah I'm going to sound like a broken record here. Yeah I know you've heard all of this shit before but I don't care, because it won't make sense any other way. Six months, I walked into Portland, Oregon and had a my debut match here in EAW. I faced against Scott Oasis and I won! Well yeah I guess I eliminated two people that have somehow dropped off the face of the earth since that match but yeah I won. The following week I had my Showdown Supershow match where yes…yes I lost BUT you were fixated me on that whole week.

So you made the decision to direct all of your energy towards me…that Scott just in case you were worried that I was going to rant around in circles or something and I wasn't making ANY FUCKING SENSE or anything boils RIGHT BACK…to my original point. Every action contains a consequence. So this action has a MAJOR consequence. You SINGLE HANDEDLY decided to single me out from everyone else. That was YOUR action. Now however by doing that you've made yourself my number one target. That is YOUR consequence. And what do I do to my targets?! THE PEOPLE I NEED TO FACE!? THE PEOPLE THAT HAVE OFFICIALLY MARKED IN MY PERSONAL FUCKING CROSSHAIRS!?

…I don't just beat them. I don't just try to beat them up a little bit. I'll put them through hell. I will make them feel fear…sense it…and know that everywhere they look…I'M THERE. So that situation straight up led to you facing Matt Miles, a guy who's been working his ass off…and also RESPECTING THE BUSINESS AND YOUR COMPETITORS that's right - something you obviously don't do if the last six months of me observing has anything to say about it. You faced him for his title…

You won the match but that wasn't enough wasn't it? Because the average wrestler would be contempt with that title belt in their hands…BUT NO THAT'S RIGHT! YOU HAD TO ASSAULT HIM! It made you feel good didn't it. It made you feel damn good. Seeing a fellow elitist on the canvas floor unable to move…let alone breathe…IT MADE YOU FEEL DAMN FUCKING GOOD TO BEAT THE HELL OUT OF HIM! To rob him of any dignity and pride he had left…

That was your action, to make a sick, selfish, horrible beating on Matt Miles. That was the action you decided to take. I saw that. I was not wrestling that night in New Jersey but I was with all of the guys and girls in the back…watching…looking…and one thing came across my mind. What you did was sick. What you did was cowardly. I damn WELL know that you did that because you were scared Matt Miles was going to beat you in the rematch huh? You were worried that your victory was just a fluke right?…So you had to take him out. You had to take him out.

You were horrified…scared…you were worried THAT THE VERY CHAMPIONSHIP BELT YOU SOMEHOW WERE ABLE TO GRAB ONTO BY SOME FREAK COINCIDENCE…that you knew that on Matt Miles's best day…he WILL kick your ass to the curb. He WILL destroy you. And he WILL make you regret ever bringing him pain and nothing but NO RESPECT. You knew that you caught him on an off-day and you were just LUCKY to get your championship belt.

So you had to get rid of him…NOW BACK TO WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS AND YES SCOTT I HAVE A POINT TO ALL OF THIS SHIT! I watched it happen from the back. Your action was to attack Matt Miles…the consequence is that I since I got pissed off by seeing what I could arguably describe as one of the most cowardly displays I've ever seen …I challenged you for your Interwire Championship at King Of Elite…and I came to an inch of beating you too.

OH HANG ON! THAT'S RIGHT! WAIT A SECOND! I DID NOT COME WITHIN AN INCH OF BEATING YOU! I actually DID beat you! How about that! And I don't care how much your new butt buddy that you've brought along to replace Nick Makarov, Mister "Troy Archello". ACTUALLY BEFORE I GO ON! LET ME DIGRESS FOR JUST A MOMENT! Troy…FUCKING…Archello. "Aww… welcome back Troy!" "Aww…how was your extended vacation pal!?"

Listen to me Archello and listen closely kid. What every you think is going to happen with you and Scott Oasis? This so called beautiful, promised land that he promises you? Ain't gonna happen kid. No way in fuck it's going to be happening. And yeah whatever you have up there that you call yourself a brain might not be able to comprehend this and will almost definitely not listen to this but I'm going to make this simple.

The second. I mean it. The ABSOLUTE SECOND. That Oasis thinks you're a threat to him. The absolute second that Oasis thinks that you are going to do better than him. THE VERY FUCKING SECOND THAT SCOTT OASIS, OUR HIGH AND ALMIGHTY INTERWIRE CHAMPION THINKS THAT YOU ARE GOING TO BE STANDING IN HIS PERSONAL PATH TO GETTING HIMSELF TO THE TOP…he will cut you off.

And he won't just cut you off…he'll toss you aside. He'll get rid of you. He'll end this "alliance" as quick as he started it. You saw what happened to Jah Hendrix right? The second it was about to get a little bit too "real" for Oasis. The second that he realised that Jah wasn't just all talk and was serious about competing for the Interwire Championship…he took him out.

He will do the same to you Archello. MARK MY FUCKING WORDS he WILL do the same to you. He will toss you aside. He will dump you away. He will go from having your back TO NOT GIVING A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT YOU IN THE ABSOLUTE SLIGHTEST! Oh what's the use you're not going to listen to me, just don't come running and crying to me when Oasis decides to piledriver you after he views that you are "in his way".

Alright where was I? Oh yeah, back to you Scotty-boy. I beat you buddy. DON'T YOU FUCKING DENY IT! THE TAPES HAVE IT RIGHT THERE! YOU CAN SEE IT WITH YOUR CLEAR EYES! IT'S SO CLEAR THAT EVEN YOUR APPARENT LACK OF BRAIN CAN COMPREHEND IT! I pinned your shoulders to the mat one…two…three…and then vintage Makarov. VINTAGE. FUCKING. MAKAROV! He had to get his hands dirty. He had to cost me the match. Cost me my first FPV match. Cost me my first title here in this company…Nick Makarov's action was to screw me out of the Interwire Championship…so the consequence AS YOU SAW was me beating his SORRY FUCKING ASS TO THE GROUND. TWICE MIGHT I ADD!

You were watching at Reasonable Doubt backstage, don't deny it I know you were. You saw me destroy Makarov. Put him and myself through absolute hell. I MEAN TWELVE STITCHES! TWELVE FUCKING STITCHES TO MY HEAD! That doesn't come LIGHTLY Oasis. Then you watched me do it all over again straight to him. Unsanctioned…that was a hell of beating wasn't it? So what did you learn from those two matches? What did you learn from my two meetings with Makarov? Oh yeah…YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY LEARNT AND WITNESSED WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHO PISS ME OFF.

And my question is this…who do you think is at the top of my "People Who Piss Off Zach Genesis List?" after Nick Makarov? That's right…YOU. Now I'll have to go off now because there's some signing or something that I have to attend to, but I'll talk more about you Scotty-Boy as well as your former best friend Nick Makarov in the next video this company is forcing me to upload but here's the situation, and I'm going to boil it down to simple terms that even someone like you could understand!

I didn't just want to beat Makarov…I wanted to destroy him. I wanted to get my revenge, my justice and my vengeance and prove to him and all you other bad guy whackjobs out there that if you think you can get away with the shit you're pulling…you're sorely mistaken. Oasis…at this point winning the championship belt…that's just a bonus. For me…my goal this Saturday night is simple. I will destroy you…I will put you through hell AND AFTER OUR LADDER MATCH I WILL PERSONALLY ENSURE THAT YOUR CAREER WILL BE NEVER THE SAME AGAIN!

Your actions last week led to me signing that contract…your consequence in that action? Simple…it means I WILL DESTROY you. I WILL TAKE TO YOUR LIMIT. Championship or not…this is over Oasis…DEFINITELY OVER. Five nights…count them down because the second that pyro goes off...your hell…begins.

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"I've watched you change…now you feel alive…"

You know It's funny Dr. Hawke seems to think I should fear GI Styles, because since I came back it seems that a lot of people seem to fear me. First, Maxwell Dachs sends his wife to come trash talk me, and now GI Styles is sending a Doctor. Just like I said I don't blame Maxwell Dachs for having his wife promo for him, I don't blame GI for having Dr. Hawke promoing for him either. Just like Maxwell Dachs, GI Styles knows that in a verbal altercation, in a battle of the witts, he can't keep up with "The Essence of Excellence" Montell Smooth. I don't know what he thinks about when It comes to keeping up with me in the ring, because he's too big of a bitch to respond to me himself, but in the squared circle, he can't keep up with me either. So, I don't know who I should direct this response too, if I should direct it towards GI, or if I should direct it to Dr. Eddie Hawke, so I'll just direct it towards the both of them. I don't understand how GI wakes up every morning and looks in the mirror. I couldn't if I wear him. For one, he's ugly, and also I could not look into the mirror every morning and live with myself knowing that I am a professional and personal failure. In his profession, GI has had more chances than Lethal Consequences, Starr Stan, myself and his boyfriend Carlos Rosso, and each and every time he's come up short. Eddie Hawke might like to sit in his computer chair and spin for dramatic effect and brag about GI's accomplishment in the tag division, but we all know that's just to sugar coat his failures, and to make him feel better about himself. I'm here to Congratulate GI Styles, Dr. Hawke loves to bring up that he won tag team of the year, and he had a long tag team title reign. Congratulations are in order, He had a good tag team title reign. For a long time him and Carlos Rosso ruled that division. A division that at it's best, and the most competitive it's ever been, was when there was two teams in the divison and they had a good match at Pain for Pride 6 years ago. I'm really Impressed, but let's be honest everyone. Nobody comes to EAW in hopes that they have a decent tag title run, people come here to be the best. They come here to be a singles competitor, to be World Champion. When it comes to singles competition, GI is exactly what I said a few days ago. A failure. He knows it. If he really believed he had any chance of achieving true greatness, and being World Champion. He wouldn't come back and immeidatly go back into teaming with Carlos Rosso. GI made a name off Carlos in CWF and Legion, and after he failed in EAW to make it on his own, he has to make a name for himself of Carlos Rosso again.

That's why I couldn't look at myself in the mirror if I was GI. Thankfully I'm not GI. Thankfully, I'm one of the Greatest of all time. Thankfully my Legacy isn't buried 6 feet underground with Legion. I can wake up in the morning and know that I accomplished what GI can only dream. I can look myself in the mirror, and when I do, I don't see a shell of a man, living off a legacy created by Carlos Rosso, I don't see a failure in EAW. I look myself in the mirror and I see a winner, I see a Grand Slam Champion, and I see the 2015 Grand Rampage winner. Just like the mirror shattered at the sight of GI Styles' ugly face, his dreams are once and for all shattered when he realises that this run in EAW, ends just like the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that, a failure. Dr. Hawke can come out all he wants, take up all the air time on EAW airwaves as he wants, and he can come and try to put over his patient as much as he wants. Dr. Hawke, I suggest you don't waste anymore of your breath, because I know the truth, the people watching at home know the truth, and deep down inside, GI Styles knows the truth. 2015 is no different than 2009, 2010, 2011 or 2012. I'm still the Alpha Male, this is still my Serengeti, and GI is still my prey, and just like in the past, the present and the future remain the same. I'm still better than your patient, and He has never been or will he ever be on my level. Instead of having you come out and fight his battles for him, GI Styles should be thanking the people in charge, GI Styles should be thanking God every night before he goes to bed. He should be ecstatic, because this Friday night on Dynasty, for the first time since LEGION died, GI Styles will be close to greatness, he's going to be able to finally get a grasp, and a hold of greatness, he's going to finally feel what greatness feels like. The greatness that is the "Essence of Excellence" Montell Smooth.

Dr. Hawke you might have a PHD, you might be a smart man, and you are a great talker. But I'm not sure if you are an actor, or if you lack common sense. Let's be honest Dr. Hawke for just one second, admit it. You are putting on a front, aren't you? You honestly don't believe that GI Styles has the slightest chance of defeating Montell Smooth. If you do, I might have to start questioning if you are a smart man, and I might have to question if that PHD of yours is even real. You have to be acting. You can't honestly believe that GI Styles' is close to the Hall of Fame, or even more idiotic. You can't believe GI Styles' is closer to the Hall of Fame than me. The only thing that GI is closer to than me, is that his lips are closer to the ass of another man, than my lips will ever be. He has his lips permanently glued to the ass cheeks of Carlos Rosso, and it's been that way for years. I'm not a failure, I went to become a stockbroker, I made millions, I became a Professional Wrestler, I won everything. The only thing that GI Styles' isn't a failure at is making money off of Carlos, making money of Carlos' wrestling promotions, and then coming over to EAW after 20 failed runs, to make more money off of Carlos' limited wrestling ability, as Carlos carried him to the top of a division weaker than the Vixen's division or CWF and LEGION themselves.

I said it before, and I will say it again. I respect GI. He seems like a nice man, a delusional man, but a nice man. This isn't about if I think he's a decent human being, if I think he's a nice guy in his personal life. This is my professional life, this is my job, and in this profession, he might be the nicest guy in the world. He might be a great man, but GI Styles, in the aspect that matters most when it comes to EAW, he is not great. GI Styles is not a great professional wrestler, and on Friday he's stepping into the ring with the best. I'm sure GI won't feel down, GI won't be upset, GI won't even be phased by what happens on Friday. It's going to be exactly what he's accustomed. He's going to fail again, and just like I have done my entire life, this Friday Night on Dynasty, I am going to succeed. So, Dr. Hawke to make myself clear again, I don't fear GI Styles. I have no reason to fear GI Styles. Dr. Hawke if anyone needs to feat anybody. GI Styles needs to fear me. He's walking into a reality check Friday. I'm going to give him a dose of reality, a dose of tough love. I'm going to have to do it, because Dr. Hawke, you won't do it for him. I need to make sure GI Styles gets it into his thick skull once and for all, here in EAW he has always been, and will always be nothing, and since the two closest people in his life, you and Carlos Rosso won't beat some sense into him, I'm going to have to beat some sense into him. This Friday on Dynasty, your patient GI Styles will feel..................

The POOOUUUUUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Period.

*The scene enters in a very poorly lit room, with a remarkable view. While it was late in the twilight, the office structure had an amazing elevated view of the Toronto skyline at the twilight. The lights of the city contrasting only with the stars in the sky, faded out slightly by the brilliance of the city itself. While the office itself was not overly lavish, it was not without its charm*

*As with any office, the main fixture was of course the chair and table, which sat overlooking the same view as the camera. Suddenly, a hand waved out from the side of the chair. With the tattered suit sleeve encompassing it, the audience did not need to guess for long who it belonged to as, with the chair still turned around, a familiar voice narrated itself into the production*

And so, we have 10% of the pool sorted out, with another 27 pieces worrying about needing to fall where they may.

Devan Dubian. Montell Smooth. GI Styles.

Through their efforts, they have secured their place in trying to achieve immortality. To Main Event Pain for Pride. To contest for any World Title of their choosing. To make history.

*Sure enough, Dr. Eddie Hawke spins around in the chair, pursing his fingers across his mouth, as he adjusts his glasses with a smirk*

Hawke: How very fitting is it that our journey to Grand Rampage begins with two of the first competitors to earn a spot on the show? “EAW’s Prodigal Son” up against “The Essence of Excellence”. GI Styles against Montell Smooth. EAW’s promising future, up against EAW’s redundant and outdated past.

You sure love bringing up CWF and LEGION, don’t you Montell? Also, just to clarify, you need to put the emphasis on it. It’s not Legion. It’s LEGION. A company which hosted so many great wrestlers, and could have put EAW out of business at the time if its owner even cared about the existence of the company, deserves to have the correct emphasis put on its name.

Well, it is true. GI tried out on a couple of EAW contracts, and none of them stuck, but this doesn’t show that he wasn’t good enough to make it here. Quite the opposite in fact. When the like of Montell Smooth and CM Bank$ were running roughshod over this company, my client did come here expecting great things.

Then he left when none of them were realised.

When GI came into EAW several years ago, he saw a company with remarkable longevity and a chance to further make his name…But he also saw a company too raw for him to invest his time and energy into. After all, it was the likes of Jaywalker and the Heart Break Boy which had drawn him in, but Jaywalker and the Heart Break Boy were also in CWF and LEGION. Companies where they were standing established with the likes of The Bottomline, The Dragon and Mr. Success. Not complete self-gratifying clowns like Montell Smooth or CM Bank$.

I will say it before, and I will say it again, Montell. GI didn’t fail in EAW. EAW failed GI. EAW had a chance to grab ahold of the man who would become one of the most dominant wrestlers in the industry between 2012 and 2014, but they couldn’t provide the competition, so GI left. This was in 2011, and quite frankly, it was truly telling that this was a time when you were at your peak, Montell. GI walked into a company when you were one of their headlining acts, then walked back out because it just didn’t cut the mustard. What does that say about you, Montell? I will never call EAW a small pond, but the fact that there was a situation at the time to make you the right guy at the right place at the right time was just one of the many things which lead to GI knowing that, as EAW was, it just wasn’t good enough.

Now don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the hell out of this company. Where CWF and LEGION bowed gracefully away from existence, EAW continued, and both business plans should be accepted. EAW is the biggest wrestling company in the world for good reason. Because, not only did it so stubbornly remain in existence, but it evolved to better itself, which is something that you have not done, Montell.

Honestly, Smooth. Have you changed at all since 2011? Because this business has, and you are standing here as a relic. And this is not to disrespect you at all. Quite the opposite. You were one of the men who laid the foundation for EAW to be what it is what it is today, and I respect the hell out of everything you did to keep this company afloat. I am quite sure GI does the same. The problem is, of course, foundation layers don’t really warrant too much respect. It’s the designers and innovators which make truly remarkable landscapes what they are, and for all the work you did, Montell, you were not an architect of what is now the Elite Answers Wrestling company. Hell, based on what the company looks like now, GI deserves more credit for forming EAW into what it is today than you do. He helped pave the way with many others for the so called ‘Extremists’, a term he was famous for violently disassociating with, into what they are now. While of course GI prefers to be called a ‘Professional Wrestler’ over an ‘Elitest’, it is still a step in the right direction.

It’s funny, isn’t it Montell? You accuse GI of accusing nothing in this company…You know. Aside from having the longest title reign in EAW history. While also holding the Tag Team Title. And winning Tag Team of the Year with Carlos Rosso twice. And being the rightful owner of Champion of the Year in 2013, but getting screwed out of it because of this company’s obsession with a gross overachiever. With all of that…And this is something I find incredibly amusing…GI is actually probably closer to the EAW Hall of Fame than you are. God knows he deserves it more than you do, as a true pioneer which put EAW right at the top, instead of just being a niche market. All he needs is a World Title, and everything is basically perfectly in place.

Just remember this, Montell. No matter what you think of CWF, or LEGION…Not matter what you think of GI Styles…He came onto your home turf, and did what you could never do. He dominated, and he changed the landscape for the better. So this week, we don’t need to fear the Pounce, or anything you have to offer. Because, win, lose or draw, GI has created a legacy in the company that you hold dear, that you could never achieve, and he actually did it recently. So feel the Pounce? Don’t make me laugh. Just make sure you don’t get slammed too hard on your head, Montell, because all you have to do is fear….

G. I. Sttttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss.

DEVELOPMENTAL PROMO

I can hear your soul crying out to me. I can feel it coursing through my entire being because it reminds me of myself when I was around your age. Yes. It reminds me how I use to me and I can see that history repeats yourself and I can SEE YOU falling from the heavens and into the depths of a place that is neither heaven nor hell. Oh yes I've heard the news that a little twelve year old girl like you trying to poison your own mother for taking away your little precious gadget that in this generation of children has grown ADDICTED to. At first I pity you but it's only natural for something that you love so much you're willing to do anything and everything to protect it and you would even kill your own mother for it. Oh and what does your mother do to you after she finds out that you try to take her life? Without a second thought she casts you off to jail and in this society we live in we were built to believe that our parents are suppose to love us unconditionally, we are suppose to believe that our parents will do anything they can to protect us but this only shows of what I've said about humans to be true that every single last soul on this EARTH tries to ignore and that we are just selfish beings. Oh how there's a darkness within all of humanity and within ourselves but we are too blinded by preserving our own pride and image that we've lied to ourselves to believe that we can do no wrong and everything we do can be justified! So how do you feel child being abandoned by your own mother, someone who's suppose to love and protect you but throws away your life so carelessly and ultimately thinking about herself!? Do you feel betrayed, do you feel like your whole life has just crumbled RIGHT before your very eyes? Listen well when I say this that nobody what society tells you, they are feeding you lies and that no one truly cares for you and I am the testament to that fact. But don't your worry child I'm here, I'm here for you. I will be the one that will burn this society that causes us PAIN, MISERY AND DISDAIN. I will replace all of it and the people who are the harbingers of those lies that brain washes not only you but all of the masses. The liege of light will soon fade into the black and once that happens that's when we will finally enter the Savage Requiem. Where humanity will be reborn, where will no longer be enslaved by the means that has DRIVEN humanity into a corner and make us look like nothing more than a selfish piece of trash that the only thing we can do it kill others. We will enter a world where you and your mother can truly love one another. All you have to do is just believe in me, put your faith, your soul and spirit to me. I'll be the one that will salvage what's ever left and bring us to the promise land. Once I have taken down every single servant that serves this light that has blinded us all you'll forget everything that has happened between the both of you and with their blood it will be the very thing that will SET YOU FREE! So don't you worry when you think that everyone has abandoned you and there's no one left to turn just turn to don't you fret because I will always be here for you. I'm not a deity or some make believe spirit that you blindly pray and worship. I am a living being that will show you the way and I'll usher in a NEW ERA where we won't be judged, where we WON'T feel abandoned because we act a certain way or we talk a certain way or we think a different way than others. Follow me, FOLLOW ME AND TOGETHER WE WILL RIP APART THIS REALITY AND FORGE A NEW AND WE WILL FIND NIRVANA IN THE SAVAGE REQUIEM! So follow me to paradise because I'll be the one who will take on all of the sins that you commit, I'll use every bit of disdain, anger and misery you have against this world and I'll use it as ammo. I'LL FIRE IT AT THE PEOPLE WHO CAUSES YOU PAIN THAT WILL ULTIMATELY LEAD YOU TO DEATH! Together we will pave the way, we will pave the way to freedom. So watch me take down every single person that serves that light that claims to be false idols and role models and expect you to live a certain way based on their moral code and standards. But like I said before you will witness those lights fall before me and together we will be set free.

~TLA appears staring into a mirror. He straightens out his suit collar as he gazes into the glass.~

TLA: Christopher Corrupt has never pinned me. TLA has pinned Christopher Corrupt. Christopher Corrupt has never made me tap out. These are little things known as facts. There are a lot of people who rely entirely on facts, they ignore opinions, they ignore ambiguities, they stick only to the facts. It’s said to be a proven method of success, a way to clear the mind of anything even remotely resembling the false. The wrong. The incorrect. For these people the facts are all there is. An injection of certainty into an otherwise chaotic world. However, I…

I prefer my world chaotic.

TLA: Just think how boring the world would be otherwise… I really pity those people who live only on facts and certainties. They must have no fun at all! Because where oh where is the harm in a little lie every now and then? A little exaggeration to spice things up maybe?

Or how about doing something RECKLESS?

TLA: I said I would do something reckless at Reckless Wiring but do you think I really lived up to that claim? I don’t, but then again I am always so critical of myself… I am not impressed! No not yet, not at all.

But more importantly… I am bored.

TLA: If someone doesn’t entertain me… I may have to entertain myself. Do you know what I like to do for fun Christopher? Well you are going to find out. You are going to find out really soon and honestly I don’t think you will be having that much fun with me. But don’t worry about it, your bad mood won’t bring me down. Besides… I have other friends to share in the fun with me.

~King Mustafa and Michelle McGillislutty appear in the mirror behind TLA.~

TLA: Mustafa may have a Pride, but I have an Alliance. The TLAlliance. Or is it the TLArmada? Or even the TLnAtion? But then these are old references and I am speaking to a new audience. So let’s explain it for them…

Exactly who I am.

TLA: Hi my name is TLA and nobody here in EAW seems to respect me but that’s alright because I don’t respect anyone. I am a disrespectful asshole who talks shit about everyone so a lot of the time people forget just how awesome I really am. I can’t help it I am an honest person who doesn’t care if he lives or dies so society can’t really restrain me at this point. I am my own society and nobody else can join it because they just aren’t conditioned for the way my mind works. The society inside my head tells me… Christopher Corrupt is becoming quite a problem. He is breaking the laws of our society and he needs to be arrested. Unfortunately as the only member of my own society it is up to me to arrest him. I am a policeman. I am a criminal. I am a judge, jury, and executioner. I am everything because when it comes down to it, I am nothing. Now… if you are confused and trying to pick apart what I have been droning on about…

You are a bigger idiot than I thought.

TLA: Even worse than the repetitive fact checking and accolade comparisons that most rivals do in this company is the annoying tendency to talk what can only be described as a load of horseshit. Nobody cares about your mental illness! Nobody cares how mysterious or badass you think you are! Let’s say a bunch of random bullshit to show how CRAZY we are! Yeah that will make you seem real tough. But here I am losing my focus because Christopher Corrupt doesn’t even do any of that. He is so easy to understand that it’s almost sad when it comes to hearing what he has to say. It’s really simple and here’s how it works.

~TLA turns around but King Mustafa and Michelle McGillislutty have vanished.~

TLA: Once upon a time… there was a young wrestler named Christopher. He was a terrible wrestler. I mean REALLY bad. One of the worst of all time. Everyone made fun of poor Christopher. They said he couldn’t cut it. That he just wasn’t good enough. Nobody took him seriously. Christopher became an emo loser crying in the corner of the locker rooms backstage.

~The camera cuts to a locker room where King Mustafa wearing a wig to make himself look like Christopher Corrupt is shown crying like a little girl in the corner.~

TLA: One day Christopher decided that his haters were right and he actually did suck. But shockingly that acceptance made him stronger. In fact his delusion was the only thing holding him back from success. For now he knew what he must do. No not man up and become a good wrestler, that’s too hard! No Christopher realized that he must become the ultimate bitch. He found a dusty old wrestling rulebook and started to read, he could’ve used that time to practice and become good at wrestling, but instead he decided to expose all of the flaws of this industry. Oh shit I just said something bad again!

~TLA laughs to himself as he turns back to look at the mirror.~

TLA: It’s funny because Christopher Corrupt is exposing just how idiotic the rules of this sport actually are. No instant replays? No outside officials except in special circumstances? This sport relies on the surveillance of one usually senile old man who I doubt can see clearly from one post across to the other. Congratulations Christopher, you are a master at scamming old men into thinking you are better than you actually are! It’s kind of like giving your grandpa a $5 bill and claiming it’s a $50 because you know he probably won’t be able to tell the difference. See I love that about you Christopher. You just really don’t care about anything other than being a champion. It’s simple. It’s easy. You will do anything to stay a champion, to get out of defending it against superior opponents like myself. I have no doubt you will try to do the exact same thing this week on Dynasty. So let’s examine the possibilities here shall we?

~TLA takes a sip of drank as he sits back in his handcrafted wooden rocking chair.~

TLA: Well there is the obvious route first. I beat you via pinfall or submission. This is what I am sure you would like to avoid so let’s assume you will do everything in your power to stop this from happening. Then what… well you could lose by disqualification or countout again. This is a non title match so really what do you have to lose? Unfortunately it is only a temporary fix. Unless you want another championship scramble match on your hands I really wouldn’t push Monroe too much further. Neither of those options can be looking too good from your perspective so let’s say you actually try to win this one. You’ve never been able to beat me fairly so let’s say you probably want to try to win this one by DQ or countout, maybe interference or using some sort of illegal weapon. It would be only too easy for you to “accidentally” cause me to hit the referee or fake a low blow so obviously I will have to be extra careful as well. But I am forgetting something very important… something that really changes everything…

This is a non-title match.

TLA: That means that I don’t even have to pin you, so Christopher you have no “champion’s advantage” or any bullshit to hide behind. You want to get yourself disqualified again… go ahead. I will personally thank you for giving me a title shot. You are going to have to find a way to either pin me or trick me into getting myself disqualified or counted out and that may have caught me off guard at one point, but I know you now. I have been in the ring with you enough to know how you operate. I know all of your old tricks, and I know you will likely try something new. I know that you believe I will fall for it and I know that you expect you will outsmart me. So after analyzing all of this, after thinking about all that has happened, and all that could happen Christopher… I bet you are wondering… So what is TLA’s plan to beat you this week?

~The camera cuts to Michelle McGillislutty dressed up in a maid’s outfit seemingly cleaning a room. Suddenly her head twists around to the camera.~

Michelle: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Dynasty 4/3/15 – Promo #1

Vance: With each passing week, my confidence grows more and more. And why wouldn’t it? I mean, a lot of people don’t realize this, but the six matches I’ve had thus far are the only six matches I’ve had in my life as a pro wrestler. And I’ve run through people who’ve been trying to get here for years on the indies. Perhaps it’s just beginner’s luck to some, but I don’t believe in luck. I didn’t get here by luck, I worked way too fucking hard for that. Luck is unreliable, anyway. Luck is always a two way road, and being “unlucky” has always sounded like a cop-out used by people who were too lazy to do anything about their bad lot in life.

That’s why I have no sympathy for my opponent this week. This man has been in EAW LONGER than I have, and yet I’ve made a bigger impact than he has. Brian Adonis has complained on several occasions about not being able to get booked but why should they book him? What has he done? What initiative has he taken to get himself noticed? It’s as if he simply thinks that his mere presence in EAW merits some kind of attention being given to him. But when he’s been given opportunity? He’s shown nothing but mediocrity.

So why should I even care about him? Why should I give this guy attention like I gave to Hunter last week? Hunter Spearing WANTED it last week. He showed me a fight like no other has here in EAW, and I have to respect that. But Brian Adonis? He had a huge opportunity against Maxwell Dachs a number of weeks back and he lost. He lost to Maxwell Dachs. You know that guy I’ve pinned… twice? He won. If you are a fan of mathematics like I am, then you’re familiar with something called the Transitive Property. Explained quickly, if x is greater than y and y is greater than z, then x must be greater than z.

So if I beat Maxwell Dachs, and Maxwell Dachs beat Brian Adonis, then mathematically I’ve already beaten Brian Adonis.

But I am not a fool. Anybody can win on any given night. But the odds simply aren’t in your favor, Brian. As much shit as I give Maxwell, I respect the fight he gave me, and I respect his initiative to get noticed. You have done literally nothing of note since you’ve been here. Do you really want to win this match, Brian? Do you REALLY want to get in the Grand Rampage match? Because I know I sure as hell do. And if you do, then please listen to what I’ve said. Use my harsh words as motivation to turn yourself around and finally get noticed. Because if you beat me, the undefeated rookie? I’m positive you’ll finally get noticed.

But don’t get your hopes up. Because you also have to realize that keeping me down is like running against the flow of a tornado. I have far too much fight inside of me to be beaten by anything other than taking advantage of every opportunity and having immeasurable fighting spirit. And your past showings tell me you don’t have the fight inside you need. And come Dynasty? You’re going to have to figure out how to beat a fucking bulldozer. Good luck.

Voltage Promo 1

After last nights match Draven and Scarlett go to the gym to prepare for their next match. While running on the treadmill they start to talk.

Draven: Today we shall up our training for we shall train like we are champions and that everyone wants to screw us over and take our title.

Scarlett: But honey we are not champions we have not even been given anyone that is worth fighting yet.

Draven: I disagree Jack Pierce is definitely worth fighting it is the other two that im not sure about.

Scarlett: What do you mean?

Draven: See the past couple of weeks nobody has steeped up and even tried to challenge our skills or even call us out. Week after week we have been stuck fighting people who have not tried to do anything, and that is all fun and everything, and the only one we have even faced is close to a challenge is Jack Pierce.

Scarlett: Well we don't quite know who we are facing this week yet.

Draven: Yes that is quite true but whoever we face we shall be prepared.

Shortly after Draven finishes speaking the trainer that they hired finally shows up.

Draven: Sir what do you have planned for us to do for training today?

Trainer: First we will start with in ring training where both of you will face me one on one.

Draven: Boxing what kind of pansy crap is that? We are wrestlers my name is not Floyd Ma-weather.

Trainer: To be the best wrestler alive you must not just know how to grapple or submit or jump from the top rope you must also know and become the best striker alive. Wrestling is not just about one aspect of fighting it is about all of the aspects of fighting.

Draven: Yes sir finally we have a trainer who will help us get to where we want to be. Now continue what will we be doing after we box.

Trainer: I do not think you all are ready to know about the next step yet. That is where you all have a problem you are so worried about the "Future" but are not focused enough on the present.

Draven: It is hard to be focused on the Present when we keep getting handed the trash of EAW.

Trainer: Scarlett seems to be quite why is it that you have been the only one voicing an opinion?

Scarlett: I have not been talking because I was curious myself what your answers to my kings questions would be.

Scarlett: However there is one thing I agree with you on we must not focus on the future but focus on the here and now. If we have to we will continue to face the trash of EAW until we get our chance.

After awhile of both Draven and Scarlett switching back and forth boxing the trainer in the ring the trainer says okay time for phase two.

Trainer: Phase two is going to be a weight lifting competition between the three of us.

Draven: Is that not unfair its a fact that women don't have the same level of upper body strength as men?

Tranier: If Scarlett is to reach her full potential she must not train like a women but instead like a man. She should be able to create as much destruction as me or you.

Scarlett: He is right plus what are you afraid that you are going to be beat by me. Is Draven The Monster afraid to get beat by a girl?

Draven: My queen I am not afraid to lose to you in anything you are my greater half and my greatness pails in comparison to you.

Scarlett: That is right it sure does I am queen and all shall bow before me.

The scene goes dark as Draven, Scarlett and their trainer continue to lift weights.

Renaissance.

(There is fog and darkness in a small room. Lights start to turn on in different spots in the room, revealing Troy Archello with a smirk on his face and on a chair. He jumps from the chair, kicks it across the room and waits patiently until a speaker sound is heard.)

Ladies and Gentlemen, the one and only Troy Archello has returned to land of Elite! I bet none of you were expecting me to return? Or...or maybe you’re expecting me to “quit” in the next few days, right? Well if you think that, you can just bend down to your knees and kiss my ass. I have departed for my own reasons and I decided to come back here because I just felt like it. These are my terms and nobody can really do anything about it, and if they want to, they can just come up to me and say it to my face. See, I told you nobody would do anything about it.

I’ve gotten a lot of questions over the last few days, and I didn’t really feel like answering to anyone. I just don’t want to invest any time on you people; you haven’t done anything for me, so why should I give you quirky responses to your half-witted tweets? But I digress. Scott Oasis has been my friend for as long as I can remember. He has done a lot for me in this business and he’s given me a sense of being reborn into a new being. I helped him out because I was going to be given a chance to be someone I really want to be: the face of the company. I’ve been screwed over and over and over again, and I’m literally tired of this BS. I have proven that I am one of the best and hardest workers in wrestling history and I get treated like a piece of garbage by everyone? This is the last straw, and I could give care less about what you and your little typing fingers have to say about that.

Like it or not, I have come back better than I have been in my entire career. I have a mindset of just focusing what matters the most this time around: Me. You see, me focusing on the fans didn't get me anything; I just got smacked around and everyone just saw me lose match after match. Now, with this new me, I have left a gaping hole of mystery on the topic of the Interwire Championship. Only one man can do that and that man is me. I came in as Scott Oasis’ back-up and everything was going according to what I had planned, until a few fellows decided to interrupt my moment of triumph.

One of the men who did that will be in the ring with me tonight. Daniel Marshall, I wonder what the hell you were thinking the second you put your hands on me. Were you thinking that you can actually become relevant for once in your career? Did you guess that you would look like the “good guy” after all of this was over? Or were you just plain stupid? I’m putting my bet on all three of them, but mostly the third one. You’re going to be in the ring with me next week, face to face, and it will be because of your selfish desires. I will put you in your damn place next week on Showdown and show to everyone here, including Zach Genesis, that I’m the biggest threat to this company at the moment. I’m not going to hold back, I’m not going to give you mercy; I’m going to kick your ass senselessly and I’ll have a smile on my face the whole time that I’m doing it. You think what I did to Jah Hendrix and his little posse was bad? Oh, you’re in for a treat Marshall; you’re in for the biggest treat in your miserable and useless career.

You can’t beat someone that is better than you in every way. I am faster, stronger, more charismatic, and definitely better looking than you. I am going to surpass you in every way, and after I beat you, I’ll put my attention to the man who stole my shot at the Interwire Championship: Zach Genesis. You really want to steal a shot that you don’t deserve? You’ve lost 3 times already, so what’s the point of losing again? The title shot should be given to a great man, a man who can defy any odds, a man who is the best in the industry today, me. I would be in the match for the title if the contract wasn’t stolen from me. If I can’t win the title this week on Showdown, you don’t get to win the title, either, Zach. I’m unpredictable; you don’t know where I’ll strike you, but I guarantee you that you will not be exiting the arena with the gold. It would be a shame to see my friend, Scott Oasis, be done an injustice with you cheating your way to win a title that you do not deserve. Zach Genesis, it’s time to meet your Revelations.

(Archello grabs a bottle of an indefinable liquid and takes a drink out of it. He resumes with an intense glare in his eyes.)

This is not going to be another Cinderella story, folks. This is not going to be the END of Troy Archello; this is only my Renaissance. A new era is about to dawn on EAW, and on the miserable beings who want to put their hands on me. I don’t care if you’re doer of Good or a doer of Evil, I will break you in half if you stand in my way. This is MY ring, MY rules, and MY company; I am the true future of EAW. You have never seen anything like me in this industry and you will never see anyone else like me, either. Prepare for a wave of terror that nobody will be able to stop, even Daniel Marshall, the self-imagining superhero. You know what they say: Every hero has their weakness, and the weakness of Daniel Marshall is yours truly. EAW, it’s time to meet the future.

(Archello kicks the camera to the ground, and it becomes static-y. the last few frames show Archello walking off with frustration.)

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER EIGHT - PROGRESS (AMSTERDAM, THE NETHERLANDS)
(Showdown Promo #1)
"I'm falling behind and now I can see…your absence helps me heal…" - "Falling Apart" by Trust Company

Progress. That's a word that can either make you feel absolutely elevated with a sense of accomplishment, and make you feel or realise that you have well and truly hit absolute rock bottom. Progress is what can drive us…and it's what can also kill us…Any industry you work in, every SINGLE thing that you'll one day accomplish whether it be a job promotion, a new opportunity internationally…or perhaps I don't know winning a professional wrestling championship. Every single one of those things is and will be ultimately measured by your personal progress and dedication (which I'll talk about more later on this week but well…when we get there, we'll get there.) It all comes down to your progress…what we do…every ACTION has a CONSEQUENCE…so how you proceed, how you PROGRESS all comes down to you.

***

Six months ago Oasis…it's been that long hasn't it? Been that long since I debuted as well as the first time you and I came face to face in a wrestling ring…I mean I remember what I was going through that night. I couldn't believe that I made it to EAW…the world's biggest promotion. I was standing in Portland, Oregon, and after I had my fourth cup of coffee that night, a phone call to my father who was in tear's of joy, and me repeatedly PINCHING MYSELF TO CONVINCE TO ME THAT THIS WAS REAL…I knew I had to do one thing…AND ONE FUCKING THING ONLY! GO DOWN THE RAMP! ENTER THAT RING! AND DO THE VERY THING THAT I'VE BEEN DESTROYING MYSELF IN AND GETTING MY NECK BROKEN DOING! WRESTLING!

So there I walked into the Rose Garden and then I walked down the ramp…butterflies in my stomach, my heart racing at 90 miles an hour and then I got into that ring. There was some guy named C5 Ion, another named William Black, another nam-well fuck me there all gone aren't they!? Except for you and me that is…WE'RE THE ONLY TWO LEFT STANDING! HOW POETIC IS THAT! Six months ago on MY debut night we faced off…AND I WON!

I won…you were in shock there wouldn't you? I mean your mind at the time Scotty-boy was probably saying to yourself "How in the hell did some newbie from Texas beat me?" So let's go a week later…Showdown Supershow - Interwire Championship #1 Contendership…the final three were Black, you and me. Yes you won…I admit that much. BUT WHAT WAS HAPPENING THE WHOLE BUILD UP HUH!? WHAT WERE YOU FOCUSED ON THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME HUH!? Oh that's right…ME!

I struck a nerve didn't I Oasis? You were thinking that your life at that current point in time was all sunshine and rainbows that you could waltz around because you've "come back" now or something but there I was…this guy who came OUT OF NOWHERE and all of a sudden I KNOW that deep deep deep down Oasis…you saw me as a THREAT. I was the guy that was on your mind 24/7…you were worried about the fact that I could beat you…because you say you LIKE BEATING PEOPLE UP HUH!? Well I'm glad to see that my observations of you three months ago still haven't changed a bit! LOOKS LIKE MY FUCKING STRATEGY CAN REMAIN THE SAME!

You like beating people up…so you think you're going to feel damn good and damn special heading into that match…but with me in the picture back at the time you didn't know whether to feel happy, upset, pissed, determined…you were left in the unknown and that's EXACTLY where I wanted you to be. Because if you don't know HOW TO FUCKING FEEL then there's no chance in hell you'd be ABLE TO CONCENTRATE ON THE MOTHERFUCKING MATCH!

Yes you won but once again I struck a nerve a second time didn't I? I came SO CLOSE to getting you over the top rope. SO DAMN CLOSE…and even though you know you won that match. Even though you know you're the new Number 1 Contender. And even though YOU KNOW that you're heading to Road To Redemption 8 to face Matt Miles for that belt of his…you know that it could have gone either way in a blink of an eye.

So let's keep going on this story Oasis! This little trip down memory lane!? Do you like it!? BECAUSE I SURE FUCKING DO! Let's flash forward a bit. King Of Elite…Athens, Greece…I…Zach Genesis…after being in EAW for less than three months…was getting my first title shot on FPV no less. And do you remember what happened in that match SCOTT!? DO YOU FUCKING REMEMBER WHAT TOOK PLACE!? Because last I recall it, your BUTT BUDDY Nick Makarov thought it'd be funny to take me out of the match! So yeah I lost because some idiot called Nick Makarov decided to team up with an even bigger idiot called Scott Oasis and take me out of the match when I was on the cusp of winning.

But here's the kicker…the commentators said it themselves, deep down I knew it myself everyone in the crowd that night knew and hell as much as you won't want to admit it Oasis you TOO know this deep down…I…had the match WON. I defeated you. I had you down FOR THE COUNT. Makarov might not have physically slapped his fucking hand on the canvas but we all counted 3…THE 50,000 PERSON CROWD ALL COUNTED THREE. Because deep down you know it and THAT IMMEDIATELY PROVES ONE THING…

You getting pinned by me…you trying to attack me throughout the weeks so i can't compete…trying to ensure that your fellow butt buddy Jah Hendrix OH WAIT SORRY! I mean FORMER…on-and-off butt buddy Jah Hendrix gets a title shot before I do? Trying to push me out of the picture? All boils down to one thing doesn't it Scotty-boy? And that one thing is simple…EVEN ON YOUR BEST DAY YOU CAN NOT BEAT ME CLEAN AND YOU DAMN FUCKING KNOW IT!

How else do you explain all of this shit you've been doing? Trying to hit me and kick me in the head to ensure that I can't compete for this belt!? Trying to make sure that Jah Hendrix gets in before me?! You're not scared by me…yeah I can at least say that much because honestly it'd be pretty fucking stupid if I accused of being scared…you're not intimidated by me (because granted you don't intimidate as well…)

It's just you KNOW that you can't beat me. You can't defeat me. If it's straight up one vs. one, no outside factors or anything that can interfere in the match…you know you'll lose. That's why you're running away from me. Hiding. Doing everything in your single power to make sure I can't contend for that belt right!? WELL THE TABLES HAVE TURNED MOTHERFUCKER! The tables have turned! I SIGNED MY NAME ON THAT CONTRACT AND YOU AND I WILL HAVE A MEETING IN AMSTERDAM COME APRIL 4TH! THIS SATURDAY NIGHT! SIX NIGHTS AWAY!

Your days are numbered Oasis…you can't run…you can't hide…you might think of yourself as a "hunter" right? A hunter dominating his craft or division…well guess what…you know what they also say…Oasis…

The Hunter…

Becomes The Hunted…

***
"Complicate me and forsake me, you push me out so far…"

Next Friday on Dynasty I have the great pleasure of facing off against one of the Greatest EAW Eltists of all time, GI Styles, and by saying he must be one of the greatest of all time, I think it's a fair asumption, because he's on the Grand Rampage poster, he's on the Dynasty Signature, he's all over the place. He's being promoted more than I am, and I honestly believe I am the greatest of all time, so if people are promoting him over me then he must be up there with the Mr. DEDEDE's and the Y2Impact's and the CM Ronn's and all them other greats. But in all seriousness, Althought I respect GI for what he's accomplished elsewhere, I have full confidence that on Friday I will once again walk out victorious. GI for a long time you applied your craft in places like CWF and Legion and for a long time you were considered as one of the greats, GI, you were the man. Also, for a long time here, I was considered as one of the greats and I was the man. Where's CWF now? Where's Legion now?..... And where's EAW? Just like back then when EAW was beating your ass when I was the man, this Friday I'm beating your ass, and proving to everyone watching at home that I still am the man. GI, you're back and just like Zach Crash and just like Sebastian Monroe I welcome you back and embrace you with open arms. I can't blame you after your failed runs here in the past, this being the last place you can go, I would do the same. I understand it GI, after each and every failed attempt you had here in EAW you keep coming back living off your LEGION legacy just trying to get the last paycheck, while there is something still left of your, legacy and the name GI Styles to live off of. Fortunatly for you, now that you have the chance to step into the ring with Montell Smooth your stock in this place just went up, so after Pain for Pride when you leave again, people will remember you, people will remember the date of April 3rd, 2015 and you will forever live down in infamy and in history as being the man, the LEGION legend, who got his ass kicked by the "Essence of Excellence." So that way next year when you come back for the 10th time, you can get the last pay day, you can live off of that Legacy that I gave you, and you can get on your knees and pray that on the 10th try something finally clicks, and that you finally maybe just catch a whiff of the scent, or maybe you're lucky enough to just get a small taste of the success that I have, but just like the 9 previous times GI, it's going to end the same, you're going to end up just like CWF, and just like LEGION, and ultimately the same way your partner Carlos Rosso is going to end up, dead, non existant. People right now may be all over your bandwagon, and for some strange reason people of authority might think you're better than me, but when I kick your ass they will instanly be reminded of what happened in 2009, what happened in 2010, and what happened in 2011. GI Styles, I suggest you focus on your little team with your LEGION counterpart, because maybe together the two of you can accomplish something, like a 2 week tag title reign, but you have proved enough times that alone, in the number 1 Company in professional wrestling, you can't hang with the big boys. On Friday GI, you can't hang with me, never could, and never will. When you're packing your bags at Pain for Pride leaving again after another failure of a run, I want you to remember that moment, I want you to remember Friday. I want you to remember so that way next year you won't come back again and save yourself of further embarrassment, instead of hanging around here draining whats left your mediocre legacy, for that one last pay check and getting your ass kicked over and over again, You could live off of that legacy for the rest of your life signing contracts in high school gyms with Lioncross and Dark Emperor and Donovan T at some convention for $15 a picture. GI, I respect you as a performer and I respect you as a person, but I will not sit back and let people tarnish my name, and tarnish my legacy. They've already kept me out of the hall of fame, they already spent 3 years slandering my name. I won't let them tarnish everything I have done for this company and in this company again by saying you are better than me. That's exactly what they are doing by putting you and Carlos on the signatures and on the advertisements and all over the posters. On Friday, I put all of that male bovine fecal matter to rest, I end that disrespect when I beat you in the center of the ring. GI Styles at Dynasty you will feel.............................................

The POOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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