Dynasty 5/29/15 – Promo #1


Vance: If I told you that I wasn’t waiting for this moment with bated breath, I’d be lying to you. This week, management has finally deigned me worthy of a shot at the National Elite Championship. A shot I’ve been clamoring for, for weeks now. Many people would put their own spin on my proclamation, trying to pass it off as whining or complaining or being another example of this “era of entitlement” but I will be the first to remind everybody that I was willing to back my talking up every step of the way. Even when I felt it was time after I defeated Jacob Senn, I still allowed the doubters their chance to prove me wrong by putting the former champion Christopher Corrupt in my path. Yet even after such a decisive defeat, I still hear people doubting me; touting that Tiberius Jones is an entirely different beast than either Jacob Senn or Christopher Corrupt. And they would be right… for the most part.

Tiberius, I watched your match at Triple Threat closely. I heard every bit of trash talk that came my way from you. You’d have me believe that I’m caught on a line, like a dumb fish, flailing about for dear life as you pluck me out of the water and cut my head off. But what happens when a fisherman catches something he didn’t mean to? We’ve all seen Jaws by now, haven’t we? Look, Tiberius, I understand you’re honest with yourself, but I want to get one thing straight with you. The EAW National Elite Championship is not your tool to lure prey. It is an accomplishment, symbolizing that one truly deserves to be here in EAW. And there’s no doubt that you deserve to be here and that you’re a worthy champion. But you made the decision to have your throne crafted with bullshit. And you decided to place it down and cast your “bait” in to shark infested waters.

But of course somebody as arrogant as you would believe they have it all under control! That’s what I’m banking on. Do you want to know how I got this undefeated streak, Tiberius? By people thinking they had me all under control, by people writing me off as just another opponent to be defeated. Many men thought God himself came down from the heavens and ordained them as the chosen one to end “the streak” for no greater reason than the fact that they happened to be my opponent for the week, and they thought that somehow constituted “fate.” But I showed them what real fate is; and I showed them that fate is one thing you simply can’t fight.

The reality is, fate is in your own hands, and is yours to do with what you set after. 

But I’m not so dumb as to think I’ve stepped in to the ring with a complete novice, so don’t worry about that Tiberius. I know exactly who I step in to the ring with. On Dynasty, I step in to the ring with a man who has no quarrels about what he does. While I may have had a spiel for Christopher Corrupt about how he has all the talent and ability in the world to be successful without dirty tricks, I know I’m simply wasting my time with you.

I grew up surrounded by this business. This is what I grew up knowing and loving the most, and when it was all taken away from me - like the rest of my freedoms in jail – I came out on the other side seeing that it had decayed. This business that my father gave his life for had been corrupted by a taint. That the competition that I’d grew up loving, had utterly died because men would go about selfish means to attain glory. Men much like your colleague, Jaywalker, who would stifle the skill and hard-work of other great athletes by slitting their throats, because he was so threatened by them. Men such as yourself, who would rob Jacob Senn not only of his eyesight, but try to rob him of his livelihood in the process, rather than simply pointing out the error of his ways. You see people as mere pawns in your sick and twisted game, and it’s that behavior that has brought karma your way in the shape of a big, bad, pissed off wolf.

That’s why I’ve sought you out Tiberius. Yes, my goal this entire time has been the National Elite Championship, but after what you’ve brought upon the sport that I love, it’s become a little more personal than that now. You see, you aim to make a mockery of EAW. You aim to destroy the last bastion of purity this sport has left: the spirit of competition. And you seek to do it through lying, trickery, and thievery, in order to advance some convoluted agenda you seem to think takes precedence over so many others here in EAW who would fight with honor and dignity for a prize worthy enough for such efforts. Over my dead fucking body. 

You can give me all the cocky grins you want. You can make all the plans you want. You can pull the lights, spray mist in my face, you can even have Jaywalker try… TRY to cut my throat, but you’ll fail every damn time. You will always fail at stopping me and my crusade. The simple fact remains that while I am unbeaten, I am not unbeatable. But I will ALWAYS be unstoppable. There is absolutely no amount of planning and trickery that can keep me down for good. Sure, maybe you could send Jaywalker after my throat, but then again how exactly do you kill a force of nature? How do you stab an earthquake in the face? How do you slice a hurricane’s throat? How do you maim a tornado? The simple answer is, you can’t. I may be but a man, but the passion and desire inside of me is as intense as any of those forces which I just described, and it is that same passion that drives me to be the best. It is the desire to be the best that makes me unstoppable.

So come Dynasty, there will be no convincing to change one’s ways. There will be no spirit of competition like I had with Senn or even Corrupt to a certain extent. There will simply be me, coming at you with everything I have and one objective: cracking your skull on the mat. Then once I’m done, I’m taking that National Elite Championship that to you means power over the denizens of Dynasty, and restoring it to what it truly means: Opportunity. And believe me, I’m not doing this just for myself, but for all the people who want that opportunity. I came here to fight the best, and that title will allow me to see exactly who is the best. 

And then the brazen fisherman will be consumed by the sharks he so arrogantly called simple guppies, and the “throne” he’s built himself of deceit and trickery will be swallowed by the ocean. All because he underestimated the power a simple “tool” had over the sharks’ desire to be the most dominant beast in the seven seas.

Brett Kennedy and his camera man Jarvis arrive at the EAW arena, looking at the sights of the venue. As he exits his old 1972 Nova vehicle, Kennedy notices the stern looks he gets from the other roster members. Kennedy realizes that he has to break the ice himself, and takes a folded piece of paper out of his pant pocket. As he unfolds his paper, he and Jarvis start snickering while they look at the unfolded piece of paper. Once they stop laughing, Kennedy turns the paper around to show the other roster members. The paper says 'I'm Brett Kennedy. Kiss my ass!'.

Kennedy: Can you believe these guys, Jarvis? No sense of humor, the blandest ass faces - well, except for the guy with that massive beard. Damn, I would give up my right lung to grow a beard like that.
Anyways, this place does seem nice enough. Brand new shit all around the place. I just hope that our locker room is at least nice. Please, questionably-existent god, do not put me in a locker room with a bunch of generic idiots in black tights.

Kennedy and Jarvis continue walking through the backstage area, and stops right at the Vixens' locker room. He notices a woman walk and stop at his sight. Kennedy gives a small smile to her, in which she replies the same. Kennedy then takes out another folded paper, and quickly unfolds it and shows it to the woman. It reads 'How Much?'. This question is answered by a swift slap across the face of Kennedy.

Kennedy: Christ, woman! You've got quite the hand. Got any other uses for that?
God, that shit stings, Jarvis. Could you get me a soda, and pronto? I'm stupid fucking thirsty. That's what happens when you don't stop at the gas station for snacks!

As Jarvis leaves, Kennedy is encountered by a man in a very nice black suit. Believing him to be a member of EAW administration, Kennedy gives the man a cheque for $25,000.

Kennedy: Yeah, I get it. No referencing of boobs in promos. Fuckin' tell me next time, and we wouldn't be in this predicament. Now, out of my way before I give you another 25k for assaulting an administrator.

The suited man leaves quickly, and Kennedy is left to himself in an empty hallway. There are boxes of equipment around him, as he rests his arms on one of them, flicking a mosquito off of it.

Kennedy: You know, every basic ass rookie would give some kind of 'I've been ready since I was born' kind of ordeal. 'I've been dreaming to be here', 'It won't be long before I'm champ', 'I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my fuckin' spout!'. Me? Well, tough to say. Prior to the commish telling me about this business, I knew nothing about it (Kennedy continues talking as he takes items out of the box he is leaning on. The first item is a state-of-the-art camera). I'm a guy that really doesn't care about businesses or finance, hell, I don't give a flying squirrel's ball sack about 'wrestling etiquette'. I love to wrestle, simple as that. Okay, I like to wrestle, then talk about various things about my opponent as well (Kennedy throws the camera to the ground, then picks up an EAW microphone). I hope that I made things obvious that I have no filter, because these little promo thingys I have to do now won't follow some kind of path, nor will it be nice to the censorship company. I just got fined 25k for talking about boobs. Why in the hell would I get fined about a thing all dudes talk about on a daily basis. What a fuckin' company this EAW is.
Dear questionably-exsistent god, please give me a good fight with some people in this company. Who? I dunno, just someone to bash their face with another face. Hell, I'll fight a chick if I have to in order to get my name out there. Do I deserve my name to be billboarded on a poster, you're damn right. Do I deserve a championship, you're damn right. Do I deserve a lucrative deal with Playgirl? I don't know about that. Anyways, Jesus, just let me have my fun without paying any money, okay?

After Kennedy finishes his 'whatever the fuck that is' prayer, Jarvis returns with a can of Coca-Cola. Kennedy looks at him with disdain.

Kennedy: Jarvis, what did I tell you about Coca-Cola? I told you this thirty five thousand times that we have 2 days left with this RC Cola sponsorship. If he sees me drinking this Coke, I'm losing money. I fucking told you this!

Kennedy gives Jarvis a swift slap across the face, followed by a pinch of the nose. After Jarvis apologizes to Kennedy repeatedly, they walk off screen, with the microphone and camera being zoomed in close up. 

 
They say that one of the hardest things to do in life is admit when you’re wrong. People allow their pride to get in their way; even when they know they’re in the wrong, their pride forces them to push forward in the wrong direction. Since I’ve taken my first steps in this company, I’ve always had the intention of because the greatest wrestler that has ever graced this business. It was a goal that helped me take another step forward when everything else seemed lost. My second week in this company I walked out and overcame the late, Extreme Enigma; the same week he walked out and beat Y2Impact to become the number one contender to the Answers World Championship. I looked at that as a starting point in my career. Something I could look back at when I found myself struggling and know that I had the potential to do great things in this business. It was funny how quickly I was brought back down to reality when I first made my way off NEO and onto Dynasty. I felt as if I was on top of the world; after four long months I was finally given the opportunity to truly make a name for myself. I had the chance to begin to create a name that would be remembered throughout history forever; I knew that it was going to be a slow process, but I had the patience to slowly chip away at the dream of standing at the top of this business that I had always had. I found myself with the opportunity to stand toe to toe against a man that was only fingertips away from the Answers World Championship. I gave everything that I had; I poured both my heart and my soul into that match; but, when it came to its conclusion, I didn’t find myself standing with my head held high. I gave up. I submitted. I quit; whatever you really want to call it. Now look at us; we’re now on the same level. We’re now on the same playing ground. I’m sure you remember that night, don’t you Starr? You brought me back down to reality. I was no longer a big fish in a small pond; but, instead I was in a brand new world. I went on to almost break your neck and side with Dark Demon. I watched you go to war inside that Extreme Elimination Chamber. I watched you put everything on the line; that Olympic Slam off the top of the chamber; making Y2Impact pass out to that Infamous Ankle Lock of yours. It was nothing short of remarkable. But, even with my alliance with Dark Demon and the war that you both waged against each other; our paths never crossed. The memory of our first match remains imprinted in my mind; almost like it happened yesterday.
 
I call myself the Best in the World, but slowly I’m starting to lose my claim to it. As I’ve said in the past, I thought that this EAW Championship brought the recognition that I thought that I had earned months prior. The Face of Elite; that’s what Zack Crash calls me. I’m his champion; the champion that EAW needs. He’s willing to do anything he can to make sure that this championship never leaves my shoulder, but when it really comes down to it; I’m far from satisfied. I threw out this challenge for the right to call myself The World Champion of World Champions; but there was so much more behind it. I need this. I need it so much. I always wondered why I plagued with what seems to be an incredible amount of doubt and I could never seem to find the answer. I walked out on Showdown and beat the World Heavyweight Champion, but none of that doubt seemed to vanish. From the moment that I finally grasped onto this EAW Championship, it’s been surrounded by nothing but controversy. From Zack Crash dragging me away when I found myself on the brink of unconsciousness; Y2Impact trying to screw me out of it, resulting in accidentally costing Charlie Scene his chance at become the champion. I was so determined to overcome Y2Impact on Voltage, without controversy; I wanted to walk out of Voltage knowing with every fibre of my body, knowing that I am the EAW Champion because I am undoubtedly the Best Wrestler in the World, but I didn’t. I retained this championship through the help of Zack Crash. I don’t know why he has this need to attempt to protect me; maybe he’s just like everyone else. Maybe he doesn’t believe in Xavier Williams. I’m more motivated than I have ever been. I listened as Y2Impact said that it was quite possible that I’m content with the position that I find myself in and hasn’t been more clearer than I’m not. I need to win this match at Triple Threat. I need this more than anything in the world. I’m going to fight until I cannot fight any longer. I’m not going to quit. I’m not going to give up. I’ve regained something that I feel like I lost; something that drives me forward. At Triple threat, when it’s all said and done; there will be no more doubt. My reign will go on unquestioned. One man is going to walk out of Triple Threat as the best thing this business has to offer and it’s not Tyler Parker nor is it Starr-Stan. It’s going to be the EAW Champion, Xavier Williams.

In our extended absence, I utilized every moment. Ever second was spent refining my skills, improving my abilities, and discovering ways I can improve. But during our absence, the question that always hovered in front of me was what happened... what went wrong that drove us into hiding? We all asked ourselves the same question. After such strong performances in the Grand Rampage, how can momentum suddenly vanish in an instant? An instant that ended the hopes of three men, these hopes crushed solely by a man who had not shown himself for over a year. Then an answer came to me.

Vigilance.

We had become complacent, caught up in the performance we were having. Our vigilance was lacking. Constant vigilance is something we had often told ourselves was a key component to success, but we still never expected for the one man who Ventura resented the most to appear. In this absence... in our time spent hiding, we did more than refine the group that seeks to ascend to the top of this company... we became new. The Holy Brigade of the past is just a memory. The new Holy Brigades has one constant that motivates us to become better. This constant is revenge.

One would think it would not be wise to attract and seemingly welcome the wrath of three men. But then again the individual in front of us isn't exactly wise, is he? Liam, you may be intelligent, but you are far from wise. Your conviction of further embarrassing Ventura when you returned is what has put you in this current predicament. This environment of 5 on 5 isn't the ideal stage we desired to exact our revenge, but The Holy Brigade serves its purpose to those who have chosen to recruit us as temporary allies. We owe something to Team Dubian... a victory.

 I, personally, am not blinded by rage or the desire to focus on one individual. All 5 men in this match are my opponents. We may all have different ambitions but we all have a common desire that links us... Victory. Norman Hellion, Lucian Black, Alex Anderson, Brian Daniels, and Liam Catterson. Even I have to accept that this is quite the formidable line up. But the tougher opponents, the more challenged we are, and perseverance is something I have always admired and enjoyed having the opportunity to do. Persevering against difficult odds not only strengthens you, but prepares you for obstacles in the future. Team Daniels vs Team Dubian is headlined with the two Grand Rampage winners, two men who have recruited individuals they want to support them and help them achieve victory. That is why The Holy Brigade must carry out its obligation. But it would be foolish to deny that Liam is our main target.

Liam, recently I spoke of how I became of how we became complacent. But mere weeks after the Grand Rampage, you did the same. You, too, became complacent. Us entering hiding to you was an indication of our end and then you too lacked vigilance. You have committed the same mistakes that the ones you believed you conquered did. And that is a weakness of yours that stuck out, one that was painfully obvious, yet you remained oblivious to it. I don't which makes you more of a fool; What I just mentioned or the fact that you chose us as targets in an attempt to solidify yourself upon your return. You and I have crossed paths but once, when Nick and I faced you and Jaywalker in a tag team match on Dynasty, which you won. In your eyes I am a douchebag, and from your ignorance you reference me in other companies which carriers no relevance to current day events. Nick and I didn't just align ourselves for the hell of it, we aligned because we share similar beliefs and know that together, we stand a better chance of furthering our ambitions. Because your ideal world in where you rule everything and everybody below you is little more than scum prevents you from gaining true allies that aren't aligned with you because they have to doesn't provide you the right to criticize others who do that. And for that, I now pity you more than I already did.

Norman, Brian, Alex, and Lucian all are in this match for their own reasons. Well, I suppose Lucian and Alex would prefer to be involved in world title matches that they believe they deserve. Each man brings something different to this match, each man seeks this as something to propel them forward to Pain for Pride. But everybody seems to be dwelling on Pain for Pride, an event that is over a month away. It's a good thing to look forward to, but they are becoming blind to what is transpiring in the present. And when you become blind you too will lack vigilance. The Holy Brigade live in the present as well as plan for the future. At Triple Threat, the "lackluster" Team Dubian that has no chance of victory in the eyes of our oppositions will display why superiority dwells in the most unlikely of places.

Devan Dubian and Psycho Brody were once strangers, but now they are allies of The Holy Brigade, meaning we shall win  together. This match is about more than just trust or teamwork, it's about temporarily putting aside blinding desires and achieving a victory that will benefit and further us all, not seeking out something that we alone desire that could jeopardize the entire team. Alone we can achieve something that we alone want from this match, but together we can and will achieve what we all want.

Victory.

Frank William Abagnale. Abagnale forged checks, feigned fake identities, and pulled off confidence tricks like nobody's business. His charade eventually saw him ensnared and imprisoned for five years, after which he would go on to work for the federal government, a job he holds to this day. Kevin Mitnick. Mitnick was on the FBI's Most Wanted list before launching a successful security firm because he hacked he hacked the computer system Digital Equipment Corporation and stole their software. He turned what made him a criminal into a strength and his corporation helps other companies find security lapses in their systems. He took a skill that seemingly could only bring him incarceration and a criminal record, got out of prison, and now assists people in preventing the very thing at which he was such an expert. By now, you know what both of these men have in common. They went to prison, and once they got out, they used the skills that got them there for the purpose of good. They made a decision to change their lives for the better and turned over a new leaf. It taught them a lesson in what is right and what is wrong, what is just and what is unjust. It can teach all of you the lesson that it isn't what you're at good that makes who you are, but how many corners you're willing to cut on what should be a straightforward path to betterment. Charlie Scene went to prison for his crimes and he's gotten out in a fashion that he can broadcast on a national scale, so how is he any different? He went into prison as a fighter, he fought as an inmate, and now that he's out of prison, instead of making the decision to go on the right path and use that aptitude for a good cause, he's in the same position he was before he entered that cell. This is all because of the choices that he's made with his life, the choice to be a bad person, the choice to be a criminal, the choice to persist and continue to be a fighter no matter how many helping hands he gets. Charlie Scene, like the brainless brute that he is, staged a blindsided attack on a man who tried so mightily to help him become something that he's now proven he can never be; a decent human being. The next week, unsatisfied with the glory that he had taken from the famed "Quintessential Champion" the week prior, he aimlessly ventured out on the streets of Gwangmyeong which concluded with him being right back in the same small, dark cell that ingrate is perpetually destined to occupy. That's because this is who Charlie Scene has always been and is fated to forever remain. That's because, whether he's in or out of a cell, he remains a criminal. He remains a barbarous brute with no etiquette who cares not for the opportunity that EAW gave him when they had him sign on the dotted line. He doesn't care about Y2Impact, and he's said as much himself in claiming he was using me all along instead of heeding the advice I gave him. He has no loyalties, and even the same man who bailed him out of that Gwangmyeong cell would end up being nothing but a pawn in Charlie Scene's game if he let him. At Triple Threat, I'm not going to let Charlie Scene turn me into a pawn or make a name for himself in the process of beheading me; I'm going to embarrass him in front of millions of people watching worldwide and cap off the manipulative sob story his life is with a finale that would put Breaking Bad Season 5 to shame.

Are you a dimwitted, lovable goof who simply doesn't understand his own strength like the beloved, tragic Lennie Small from "Of Mice and Men"? Or are you a budding Charles Manson who was intelligent enough to keep his true crimes under wraps while you got a slap on the wrist for a series of petty offenses? I am not at all convinced that you are the man you claim you are. The man that I saw walk out and brutally beat a storied legend to within an inch of his life is no tragic character who simply isn't privy to the fact that what he's doing is wrong. You assaulted me not long after you were freed from your cell, and EAW was gracious enough to welcome you back into its family with open arms. I was gracious enough to conceal the real you in hopes that you could become something else, in hopes that you could become... Someone else. I'm hitting myself now for allowing the wrestling potential I saw in you to take precedence over what I had known all along; that you're a vicious criminal with no remorse who will never change, that you're a psychopath who will never apologize for anything  he's done. Last year when I maimed you in front of a capacity Showdown audience, I did so to prove a point to Tyler Parker. It was nothing personal. It was not personally gratifying to me as an individual to have to do what I did; it was something that I had to do to let everybody know that my losses up until that point were nothing but a fluke, that they meant nothing, and that I was as good then as I had ever been. That's two consecutive occasions in which I lied to myself and became the hopeless optimist I have tirelessly committed myself not to be. I lied to the EAW fans, I cheated an audience out of entertainment that they deserved, and I lied to EAW management when I put in a good word for Charlie Scene and helped you get the contract that you're now abusing. You needed me to get back in the door, and I helped you. I HELPED YOU! I endorsed Tyler Parker, I essentially became what amounted to his mouthpiece at one point, and now he's a multi-time World Champion who is as formidable as they come. He even beat me at last year's Pain for Pride. I did everything that I did for Tyler Parker under the belief that I would never again do it for anyone else, and yet there you were, waiting in the wings with all of the potential in the world to become a World Champion, but a counterproductive head on your shoulders that will result in you never getting to that promised land. For you, I saw eye to eye and I pulled strings that in the past I would not even dare touch. Your nature is that of a mutinous spirit who can't be contained, a provoked wild boar who wrecks all in his path unapologetically, without regret or remorse, and has no comprehension of the idea of loyalty. When I put on a show for the fans under the guise that I was the same as I had always been while I beat you bloody last year, I lied to myself. I told myself that what I had was all I needed. When I told EAW management that Charlie Scene had come out of prison a different man, almost born anew... I lied to them THINKING what I said about you held a modicum of truth. I realize now that it does not. It never did, and it never will. I can deal with a man who openly hates me and says as much to my face... But I will not tolerate a wolf in sheep's clothing that uses the gifts he's been given to deceive others and break the trust they were given. At Triple Threat, I'm going to skin Charlie Scene alive and expose him for what he truly is, what he always has been, and what he always will be. I will clench my jaws around victory as your liar's ambition is snatched away.

*The scene begins showing Tarah Nova sitting in the first row in the National Tennis Center area, watching as the workers set up the ring for Triple Threat. Tarah slowly leans back in her seat as a small smile runs across her lips.*


So after the first time I spoke about my match at Triple Threat, I started to realize that some of the EAW universe doesn’t believe in me like most do. It doesn’t really bother me because I know I have some haters. It makes me chuckle that my many Haters think I’m just a basic bitch and they just don’t see why people like me so much. I guess I’m liked so much because I’m real. I’m one of a kind. I’m not like the other Vixens because I don’t care what I look like or how I act. I’m myself. I’m a Freak and I rather be a freak then a fake, thank you.  Now I am getting sick of repeating myself to you all. Either when I’m talking about myself or the damn Match I’m in. Triple Threat is going to be Reckless, no doubt about that. Its going to be big, bad and the EAW universe is going to scream from the top of their lungs for this match. I know this because that's the reaction everytime I step into the ring. Whether they’re cheering my name or Booing me straight to the parking lot, I feed on it. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks about me. Hell I was even called cliché. Well sucks for you but I’m the type of girl that love cliché stuff. *Tarah shrugs her shoulders* Like I was saying, out of everything that is going on in my life right now, this match is at the top of my list. I’m making it my top priority in life to shut both Maddie and Cherish down at Triple Threat. I have been waiting patiently for the moment when they opened their mouths to speak and to tell you all the truth, I was a little upset. Not at what they said about me but what they said in all. It lacked something badly. Maybe Passion? No. Power? Thats not it. Oh! Now I know what it was. It was Fear and Confidence. I wanted to feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up when I heard you two ladies speak but it didn’t happen. I felt nothing but humiliation for you both. But enough about how I am ashamed of you ladies because that's not going to help any of us if I’m just bitching about it.


By The way, You’re right, My little psychopath. This is growing quite tiresome. I stood here with my guard down once again for you and I was waiting for you to bear you teeth at me, Cherish. I was waiting for you to jump the gun and call me something worse than what I already am. I fired at you and got nothing in return. So answer me this, what happened to you? Did hanging with Maddie screw your mind up more than before?  What happened to the crazy, skipping shedevil that we all loved to hate? Where is she because the Cherish that stands in front of me today is nothing like the one before. Let's face it, Cherish, you grew soft and it's pathetic. When you returned to EAW I was happy. Hell, I was ecstatic when I watched you skipped around the ring. Once you came out, I knew it meant I had to step up my game and that's what I did. As I stepped up and started to be the best Vixen I could be, I realized you slowly started to give up. Your missing all the fun mind games and the fear that you once had because I noticed that its all gone.  I mean, watching your matches have gotta painful for me. I feel like someone needs to put you out of your misery and soon.  Maybe thats how its suppose to end. Maybe I’m the one who supposed to take you out, Cherish. That or knock some pure crazy back into your skull because I am getting sick of this new you.  Come to think it, this new you isn’t worth talking to anymore. When you get your crazy touch back, give me a call, will ya. This one is boring me, always trying to prove me wrong. Always trying to call me out on things. Things that isn’t worth our time when we should be focus on this match at Triple Threat. So words of advice, My little Psychopath: Stop acting like pitiful human being you wannabe and bring back the Death Eater that you're supposed to be.

*Tarah crosses her arms over her chest as she continues to speak*

Moving on to the other young lady in this match, Ms. Madison. Now, before I go off on killing you with my words, I’d like to say--no--I’d like to warn you to never wish me luck again. You see, I don’t believe in Luck. Luck is nothing but a word to me. I would rather believe in something like Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust then luck. Now to me, luck is for losers and I for one think only the weakest wrestlers believe in it. Hence why you believe in it, right? I mean look at you, Maddie, you're a one trick pony and that trick doing a back flip. Great job, sweetie. Yeah, you're going to need all the luck in this match if you actually think you can beat me with that one move. Though, I guess you’re right for once, I don’t really need to be pinned in order to lost my Vixens Championship on Saturday. I mean you could always pin Cherish, although I don’t see that ever happening either. In fact I don’t see you winning this at all. It makes me laugh that you actually think you have any chance at winning this match. Sure, this isn’t your first in a match that has the  title on the line. You got to fight against the ex Champion herself, Lethal. Then again, wasn’t my title match against her too? It was and yeah, I did something that you could never do. I beat her and became Champion. I know I’m nothing close to the kind of monster Lethal was in your first match for the Vixens Championship. All I’m saying is that I’m better than that over grown Spice Girl. Now if you couldn’t beat her, what does that say about you when you stand in the ring with me, Little girl? *Tarah chuckles softly* Dear Maddie, I need to warn you that this match isn’t going to be like the one on Voltage. You’re not going to have Cherish there to help you. You can’t call a friend. Its just You vs Me vs Cherish, do I make myself clear? So if you ever used that quote in quote “serious” Maddie, you better use her now because if you don’t, I might just have to add you to my Victim List.

Now that it’s all said and done, I think I finally got my point across. Cherish needs to get her shit together and stop being a pansy and Maddie...well Maddie needs to just grow up. I’m getting sick of warning you girls about what will happen at Triple Threat so I might just sum it up for ya instead. it starts with you two ladies walking out. Then I walk out. Some fans will boo. Some will cheer. The bell will ring and I’m going to beat the holy shit out of both of you. Left hooks, Right hooks. Kicks and dodges. The crowd will cheer at everything that happens. Then give or take 20 minutes later, I’m going to lay out Maddie or maybe lay out Cherish with a nice Rude Awakening or the M.C.P. and get the Pin. One--Two--Three. My hand will then be raised in victory and I’ll make way to the backstage, where Zach Genesis will be waiting for me so we can celebrate. *Tarah smirks at the camera* Anyway, that's how the match will go because I know I can beat you both. You girls will found out that I don’t mess around when it comes to my Championship. So by the end of the match, I will be standing over the bodies of my favorite little Psychopath, Cherish and Ms.Madison STILL as you’re EAW Vixens Champion. 


Believe that.

*Tarah Nova stands up from her seat and pushes the camera out of her way. As the cameraman fixes the camera, he starts to film again just in time to get Tarah hoping over the barricade and walking to the back. The Camera starts to fade to black.*

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[Cameras fade in from black to show the moist, dingy and quite frankly disgusting; concrete abode of Salot.  Shirtless, you can see the swelling in his torso and upper body from Saturday's victory.  As he begins to rejuvenate...]

Salot: That's 4 now  that have fell victim... each with their own excuse.. as individual as the Elitest themselves... I have shown myself worthy to you Satanas... I can feel your presence, bring me to your mercy!! 

[Salot viciously removed the ass end of a Havana Special with his stained and slowly rotting teeth, and lights it from a candle's flame.  Inhaling deep, he exhales and cackles collectively...]

Salot: The destruction is consecutive... and I have still to unleash the Kachina... a manuever as slimy as  the skin of a Copperhead.   Powerful enough to snap your spine and as cunning as a adolescent squirrel.. I will make them burn Satanas! 

[The evil within him is multiplying, and his 2-0 record here in EAW is proving to be an excellent example of "fuel to the fire".  He rolls his eyes in the back of his head as blows smoke rings directly at the camera's lens...]

Salot: I will align myself with you Satanas... I have always given you my all.  Our take over is immenent!  The powers that be attempted to align me with harlot & superficial, and on my own I defeated 3.   The pain I saw on Steele's face as I was victorious was valuable...  Thoughts of envy, maliciously burning throughout his soul.  Although pathetically depressed, not even Haruna is that much of a FEMALE.  He will be crushed when seeks his revenge! 

[Salot breaks into an inaudible burst of mumbling, as he begins to pace.  A knock is heard amongst the door, something that has never happened to this point in his journey to destroy EAW.  As he approaches to grab the handle, a devilish smirk appears upon the jowl of "Black Death".  As he slowly opens the door the light entering the room is blanketed by dust and moisture.   On the other side of the door, stands a man; seemingly in his 20's.  Casual in dress.   As most his age he is eager, but nobody could ever want what he was to receive...]

Man: Umm.. I'm looking for Ted?  I think I may be lost!

[Salot grabs him by the throat, causing him to freeze up.  As his hands open he drops a picture out of a folder, and a baseball cap from the other hand.  Gripping tighter, the hue of the man's skin becomes cool as Salot releases his grip tossing him nearly 2 feet from the door.  Adrenaline rushes over the young man's body as he impacts with the ground, bouncing him to his feet and instantly sprinting away into the sun's rays.  Noticing the picture that was left behind, he grabs it and stares deep while he places the baseball cap on his head; tightly overlapping his mask.  Terror's keepsake's...]

Salot: It is you Satanas.  All you... How many people must I crush and offer to you for you to reveal yourself to me and allow me to basque in your evil!  I will continue to collect them for you my lord!!!

[Removing the hat from his head, he is intrigued by it's heather and forrest green color markings.  As he turns it to look at the front, we see the green trojan helmet logo of Big 10 powerhouse, Michigan State Spartans.  Seemingly confused, Salot's weathered eyes pan to the right, where he see's a crumbled cone shaped Dixie cup, and the lights came on..]

Salot: The Spartan Cup!  

[Rising in volume, his evil laughter grows heavy as the camera feed bounces to static.  Salot is becoming delirious in his chase of Satanas.  The longer he waits, his volitility and violence will boil over on the ranks of Showdown... And what is the relevance of Michigan State?  Tom Izzo looks like the only used car dealer in Hell, but that can't be it....]

You do realize you have to go through four men in order to "end" Brian Daniels, right? And not just any men, Dubian, two former world champions, a FUTURE World Heavyweight Champion... and Alex Anderson. Don't get me wrong, although I consider Anderson to be the weak link of the team I still think he's an incredible performer... When it comes to bitching. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that... But it's true though. You'll have to excuse me, Dubian, there's a few things I'd like to get off my chest. What has Alex Anderson done to earn a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship? Something truly noteworthy because bitching and moaning certainly isn't. The moment Tyler Parker accepted Alex Anderson's challenge he proved each and every single one of you that everything I said about him is true. Tyler Parker is a hypocrite. He said ONLY deserving competitors would challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship after he established dominance over me. That's not what happened. He said I disrespected him and every man that ever held that championship belt, but he did the same when he accepted Anderson's challenge. A man who has no respect for the greats of the past or anyone for that matter but himself. He deems himself superior to all of us. I'll be damned if he touches that World Heavyweight Championship before I do. If you lose that title to him, Tyler? You won't just lose my respect, you will lose their respect. All the people that have been with you through thick and thin, through the highs and lows of your successful career will abandon you. If your heart really is home - in EAW then prove it and beat Alex Anderson for this company. Don't fail the EAW universe, don't fail your fans. I already did and I regret it more than anything, but I am seeking redemption. I'm looking to rectify my mistakes, and when I do. When I am one hundred percent prepared, I will claim the World Heavyweight Championship. I'll dethrone you or AA if you fail to get the job done. Because now I have something worth fighting for. I have been reborn as a man of honor. And I know what the repercussions of that will be. I know I will face many hardships and tribulations for believing in what I believe in, but I am almost ready to overcome them. At Grand Rampage you didn't end my career as you set out to, Tyler, you taught me a lesson. I learned the hard way that the things I was doing would get me nowhere, that eventually they would be my downfall. All the knowledge I acquired I will incorporate into my arsenal and the next time we meet things will be different. That's a promise I intend on keeping.

Back to Dubian.. Of course I am not fond of my place in this event, Dub. I should be the one representing Dynasty in the main event, but I am not. It's disappointing, it's frustrating. The dissatisfaction is almost overwhelming,  but it's all my fault. I played with fire and I got burned. But I learned from my mistakes. Most people perceive losses as a negative thing, but I think they are the opposite of negative. I learned a lot from being unsuccessful. I'm pretty sure you have learned a lot too after all these years. We've had similar careers, Dubian. We've both achieved the same things and unfortunately neither of us has been able to win the big one yet, but you won Grand Rampage. You're going to headline Pain For Pride and you will most likely become the next Answers World Champion.. I won't. I'll probably be in some match everyone will forget. But maybe I can change that. I firmly believe nothing is set in stone. If I lead team Daniels to victory.. Imagine what that would do for me. It isn't Brian Daniels you should be worried about. It's me you should be worried about. It's me you should be conjuring plans to stop. Because I am THE force to be reckoned with in this match. I'm not fighting for Daniels, I am fighting for honor. And I will willingly fight until my last breath for my convictions. I really feel like punching someone in the mouth. I really, REALLY feel like spearing a few bodies. And I will. The beast that dwells within me will be unleashed tomorrow night. You can run, you can hide but sooner or later we will come face to face and when that happens you won't like it.  I'll emerge triumphant. Team Daniels will emerge triumphant. I'll continue to thrive as an elitist and soon as a CHAMPION.

Triple Threat promo 4

There he goes getting all philosophical again. I am a Komodo Dragon, I shed skin, I adapt, blah, blah, blah. It's funny because there I was thinking you were a human being with human characteristics, but it turns out you're a reptile! Who knew?! All sarcasm aside, you ARE just human. You are NOT special...you have no powers or abilities and you certainly cannot stop the force of Jacob Senn and yours truly in the ring. Your friend Jaywalker cannot help you and nor can anyone else. Here we are in Beijing and the time is almost near. The time to decide who is the better team...who can shut the other down? Who will be humiliated? You waffled on about adaptability and you failed to see my capabilities of it as well. I can adapt like the best of them. I can dabble in an unfair environment or a purer style. I can stand the test of time and be known as a unique article. You TJ are a carbon copy of every flashy wannabe slickster. You think you can manipulate me and fool me with this bullshit of fame and fortune but you're like everybody else...chasing after a dream. I am the dream...I can overcome all odds and difficulties and show just how good I am. This is a tag match. You work as a team...you work as a unit and there's nothing I'd like more then Senn and I displaying the same teamwork Tyler and I had when we defeated your bitch ass along with Lucian Black. It's time to separate the egos and let the skill pour out. 

It's time for our past stories and backgrounds to stay behind us. It won't help you in the ring. Pay attention to the cardinal rules of wrestling....do NOT underestimate me. I don't care who you were, how you grew, what you did and all that other crap. Can you show me up one last time?? Can you get the W Mr. Clutch Win? Let's see just what's possible of you when Senn is gunning right at you and me not too far behind. Ya honestly think Jay wants to save you? Please...he's truly embarrassed to be alongside you in this matchup. 

You want to act like you didn't rip pages from my book but you did. You realized being the good guy didn't cut it, so you started bending rules, demanding shit and being the little punk everyone has known you to be. I never had to change ways, I was always an asshole. But then I had a realization: beat the game straight up...show the doubters you can and it doesn't mean you can't do what you do, but you switch the game on its head. Make me a fool TJ and Jay...pin me. Prove you got it covered, but I see the doubt in your eyes, uncertainty and more. 

You pride yourself on being slickest of the slick, a thieve among thieves...hmmm...sound familiar? I didn't necessarily say it EXACTLY that way, but my goodness...pretty close. You rambled on and on, talking about the great changes you made but I don't buy it. I am the true believer.... I am the one who carries truth. You carry lies and falseness.

Let's settle this once and for all and do me a solid....put your effort in this one. Actually give a fuck and show commitment. Otherwise you look like a tool and will go looking for reasons why you lost. I don't need your history lessons, reasons of how you're a reptile..I just need people I can destroy in the ring. And there's no better candidates then you and Jay.