Dynasty Promo #1












The scene opens backstage at Full Sail University inside the private dressing room of  "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.  Inside we see the self proclaimed Social Media Champion surrounded by his entrouage consisting of T.J. Yoder, his Agent Johnny J, and several beautiful women who can't help but peek as Michaels finishes putting on his ring gear.


Johnny: "Big night tonight Mark, this thing with Trent Yoder comes to an end..."


Michaels: (Interrupting) "For now, knowing Trent he'll be back to bitching about how kicking his ass tonight is bad for the environment, or something along those lines.  Guys like that just can't help but to be haters, right T?"


T.J.: "Damn straight Picture Perfect."
 
Johnny: "Well for the time being, it ends tonight.  But there's another thing I wanted to tell you, Tig Kelly signed the contract, and you will be facing him this Friday night on Dynasty for the National Elite Championship!  How does that sound?"
 

Michaels: How does it sound? Well let's see, it's the of the new year, so I think it's only fitting that a new National Elite Champion is crowned that day!  And who better to be that new champion than yours truly?  I mean I am the man who with the help of my millions upon millions of followers, has made Dynasty into the ratings phenomenon it is today  I'm the man who has plowed thru the best that the National Elite Division has to offer, from Angelo Brando, to Donny Diamond, and even Regulator.  I've beaten them all time and time again, just like I'm about to beat Treat Yoder for the billionth time, and now I am finally getting the opportunity I so rightly deserve.  


 And unlike the guy who's keeping my belt warm for me, when next years award show rolls around I won't be going 0 for two.  Now don't get me wrong, Tig Kelly is a fearsome competitor, who's mastered such techniques as not bathing for days so that the stench becomes the only thing his opponents can think about.  Or the art leaving just enough that cheep hooch he drinks on his breath, to leave his opponents dazed.  And who can forget his most deadly technique kissing up to Conning and Monroe to get placed in title matches that he had no business being in.  And he somehow thinks that I don"t belong in the ring with him?  Well now that I think about it, he doesn't!  because for all the talk about how I haven't beaten anybody, I can't think of a single title defense that Tig has had against grade A competition.  I mean yeah those guys in the Highrollerz can get luck from time to time, but they're not exactly the best that Dynasty has to offer.  No, far from it in fact.  But don't worry Tig, you will be face the absolute best, and no I don't mean the vodka you dumb Irish Mick."


Michaels and his entourage gets a good laugh from that one.


Johnny: "Sounds like you got this one wrapped up already Mark."


Michaels: " Johnny, you, me, everyone in this room, and even Tig himself knows that I got this one Hashtag in the bag baby!  Because this Friday night, the greatest athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots is going to walk into the Forth Worth Convention Center, where in front of all of his followers watching from around the world,  he's going to step into the ring, and rescues the National Elite Championship from the bloated waist of a paper champion.  The ender will meet his end, and after I'm done with him, he'll be exposed as the fraud that he truly is, and with this win I will once again prove just why i am the Hashtag Hero, the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Destiny of  Dynasty, and the Brightest Burning crossover star that the EAW will ever know.  I'm going to give Tig a Texas sized beating, wait scratch that, make it a Dallas Cowboy sized beating, one so bad he'll never try to steal my copyrighted catchphrase again, and the best part of it all is that there's nothing he can do about it, now who here can Picture That?"



Michaels' entourage raises their hands "I do"


Michaels: "Alright than, lets go kick some Yoder ass!"


Michaels puts on his gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses, and walks out the door.


FADE TO BLACK.

Dynasty Promo: Pro log


 
We open on the Fox Sports Road to Redemption Pre-Show already in progress.




Fox Sports Announcer: "... I tell you ladies and gentlemen this FPV is jam packed, so if you haven't done so already, call or go online to order it right now!  Speaking of right ow, it's time for our special guest this afternoon, please welcome with live in studio "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. 


The camera pulls wide to reveal Michaels dressed sharply in his charcoal grey "Huge/Genius" style suit from Hugo Boss.  




Fox Sports Announcer: "Mister Michaels, thanks you for joining us here."


Michaels: "The pleasure is all yours."


Fox Sports Announcer: "We are under an hour away from Road To Redemption, and I along with everyone else at home are all wondering who going to be going home with their hands raised tonight. would you care to give us a few predictions?


Michaels: "Sure, why not?"


Fox Sports Announcer: " Let's start with the New Breed Championship match, how do you see this one going?"


Michaels: "TLA has been a bit of a loose Cannon recently, and that can work both for and against him.  I'd say that if he can keep his temper in check the Champ will retain."


Fox Sports Announcer: "What about Aria Jaxson and Brent Kennedy versus Drake and Jones in the Tag Team number one contenders tournament finals?"


Michaels: "Well both teams have gotten past some tough competition, so that means they are working well together, and more importantly they know how to win together.  The match is a bit of a toss up, but I'll be hoping that Jaxson and Kennedy get the win so that we won't have to hear Heart Break Gal going on and on about gender equality in her interviews."




Fox Sports Announcer: "Haruna versus Cailin for the Specialist championship?"


Michaels: "Haruna."


Fox Sports Announcer: "In the first of four Elimination Chamber Matches, we'll see Devan Dubian defending the Answers World Championship against  Liam Catterson, Scott Oasis, Ares Vendetta, Ryan Savage, and Mr.DEDEDE."


Michaels: "It's always hard to for  champion to retain in this type of match, and having seen first hand just tough an S.O.B. that DEDEDE is, I think we see a new Answers Champion tonight.




Fox Sports Annoucer: "Jamie O'Hara defends the EAW Championship against Xavier Williams, Thomas Minns, Pizza Boy, Heart Break Boy, and a Mystery Opponent."


Michaels: "Tough one to pick.  HBB is always a top competitor, or so I'm told.  The same can be said about the Champion.  Personally, I want to know who that Mystery opponent is."


Fox Sports Announcer: "The All or Nothing Elimination Chamber will see Zack Crash and Clark Duncan representing EAW,  The Mercenaries representing Hexa-Gun, and Lucian Black and Jacob Senn representing Dynasty, the winning team get control of both EAW, as well as Dynasty Wrestling."


Michaels: "Well I'll obviously be rooting for Black and Senn, that being said however, Lucian tends to be a bit of a choke when it comes to big matches.  And there's no way in hell that I will ever lend any type of support to Hexa-Gun.  And you can say the same about Zack Crash and his cronies, but even though Duncan will be pulling double duty tonight, you know quality control will be getting involved somehow, so that gives me reason to believe that Crash and Duncan might just win it all."


Fox Sports Announcer: "Brian Daniels defends the World Heavyweight Championship against Jaywalker, Rhaegar, the National Elite Championship holder Tig Kelly, Carlos Russo, and Tyler Parker, remember last week o Dynasty, Daniels announced that he would enter the Chamber as the first entrant into the ring." 


Michaels: "You know after everything we've seen him do, how to you bet against Brian Daniels?  You make him have to run through every last one of the guys you just listed as opponents, that's how!  Daniels pride got the better of him I think, and it will cost him the World Heavyweight Championship.  And the sad thing is, Daniels is fooling some people with all that he's doing this to prove he's the best crap that he's talking.  Anyone with half a brain can see that he chose to enter number one to give himself an out for losing the championship.  Now as for who's going to win, the level of competition is so high that it's a pick 'em between the five challengers, but part of me can't help but to hope that Tig Kelly will steal one more championship." 


Fox Sports Announcer: "Let's talk more about that, You've gone on record saying that you want Kelly to win the World Heavyweight Championship tonight because You are currently the next in line for a shot at his National Elite Championship, and you believe that with a victory in that upcoming match, you should be awarded both championships."


Michaels: "Shouldn't I?  If I pin the World Heavyweight Champion in a title match, Shouldn't I win the the World Heavyweight Championship?  I mean it's been bad enough with this whole no World Champion on Dynasty situation, how much worse would it be if the new champion keeps the title after getting the biggest ass kicking in the history mankind?!  And whether or not Tig wins tonight, I just hope that he doesn't use this match as an excuse for losing the National Elite Championship!


Fox Sports Announcer: "Okay, and one last issue we wanted to talk to you about, Last week on Dynasty you attacked Trent Yoder in his return from suspension.  It's pretty clear to see that the feud between the two of you has not cooled off in his time away from Dynasty..."




Michaels: "Whoa,whoa,whoa, firstly the last time me, and Trent were in a Dynasty ring he attacked me! All I did was give him what he was due.  Secondly the issues between me and Trent will never be resolved until he can stop being such a jealous, little hater.  Both to me, and his own son T.J., who from the moment he was born, was subjected to Trent's pettiness almost as much as I have.  Trent is the type of man who is so full if self petty, and worthlessness, that he passive aggressively take it out on his wife and children.  Thankfully little T.J. has seen the light, and he knows he doesn't have to follow in the footsteps of his father.  Instead he has chosen to follow me, because I am the embodiment of perfection, the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, and the man whose Millions upon Millions of followers have proclaimed him to be their Social Media Champion. And T.J. is now , and forever, firmly counted among them, so picture THAT!"


Fox Sports Announcer: "Thank you your time Mister Michaels, we wish you the best of luck in the future. (Turing towards the camera) When we come back we'll have interviews, and all the latest news on the Road To Redemption Pre-Show returns."


FADE TO BLACK.      

Dynasty Promo #7




The shot opens backstage at the Smoothie King Center, at the Dynasty interview area to be more exact.  It is here where just moments before he is scheduled to compete in the Five Man number one contender's match for the National Elite Championship, that we find "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels prepping T.J.Yoder for a backstage interview, unaware that the cameras have started to roll.
 
Michaels (To T.J.): "Now reamember to introduce me as the Undisputed Social Media Champion Picture Perfec..."
 
 The red light of the camera finally catches the corner of Michaels eye. 


Michaels (Under his breath): "Now, Now, do it Now!"
 
T.J. (Obliviously Rehearsed) : "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my extreme honor, and privilege to introduce to you, the Undisputed Social Media Champion, and my personal hero Picture Perfect Mark Michaels." 


Michaels: "Thank you for those kind words T.J., hearing how highly you ,and the rest my flowers think of me, is gonna get me fired up for this five man match tonight."
 
T.J.: "Mister Michaels.  What are you going to do to pull out a win tonight?"
 
Michaels: "Well T.J., all I'm going to have to do is just continue to be Perfect.  It's what's gotten me here, and it will be what wins me that title match.
 
T.J.: "And what about your oppon... the guys you're fighting?"
 

Michaels: "Well, they're a talented group, (Under his breath) who can remember their lines correctly.  (Normal Voice) But they aren't better than me.  How could they be?  there's no such thing as better than Perfect!  I mean just look at these guys.  First you have poor Donny Diamond, who's so old, and has one too concussions, and that's all together is making him think that he is some kind of locker room leader.  You talk about delusions of grandeur , who would ever want to follow in the footsteps of a loser like Donny?  Especially when they can chose to follow the man who has single handediedly turned Dynasty into the powerhouse it is today?  But leave it to that senile fool, to think that he stands better than a snowflake's chance in hell of beating me!  


Regulator is no better.  He steps out there every week and thinks that because he used to win matches, that we should fall down on our hands and knees, and kiss his feet.  Well I'm not here to kiss his feet, but he can go right on ahead and kiss my ass, if he thinks he's just gonna waltz back into this company, and steal my spotlight.  After I get done with him tonight, I guarantee that Regulator will be headed on back to whatever hole he crawled out of.  


And if Lance Hart even bothers to show up for this match, I'll give him the ass kicking of  a lifetime for a reward.  


And that of course leaves me with that Mark Michaels wannabe Angelo Brando.  The guy who is so lazy he probably never even learned how to spell the word champion.  The only thing that good about have a match against Angelo, is getting to see the look on Garrett's face after I leave Angelo laying, and not in the way Celia always tends to."  




T.J.: "And finally, what about my dad, Trent Yoder?"




Michaels: "Well T.J., I know that your dad has issues with controlling his  jealous impulses.  So if he decides to stick his nose in my business before, during, or after my match, I'll beat his ass from one end of Bourbon street to the other.  Than I'll sue his ass for every red cent that he's worth.  So Trent, I know you're listening, it would be in your best interest to keep your haterific tendencies under control.  


And that goes double for the unluck bastard that's gonna keep the National Elite Championship warm for me.  Because whether it's Tig Kelly, Or Rhaegar, or Ronald McDonald, You're going to be facing off against the embodiment of Perfection.  Whose Millions upon millions of followers have made him thier Hashtag hero, The Destiny Of Dynasty, The Brightest Burning Crossover star that EAW has ever known, and The undisputed Social Media Champion, and you're gonna lose, So just Picture That pal!" 


With that Michaels walks out of the shot towards the Gorilla position.


FADE TO BLACK.

HBG: I never thought that Zack Crash would be one of those people to throw around some flashy phrases here and there, in hopes that when put together they would actually make sense and don't make anybody's ears bleed. The lack of depth in what he says is astounding. It amazes me how someone could garner so many followers despite lacking anything even slightly resembling a plan. Such a big man worth an entire wrestling company when you speak to your audience live in EAW or Dynasty Wrestling, but when you address your opponents as a competitor taking away your seat of power, things suddenly are different and you're just about the same level of moronic as most of the people I've come across in the ring from your godforsaken company. No wonder it's so goddamn easy for Hexa-gun to succeed!

The big problem with you elitists is that you always assume that just because someone brings a weapon to the ring for their protection, it makes them cowards, when they simply are thirsty for violence with an appetite for destruction. They open the minds of these cretinous beings into a world of brutality and animosity, a world where you push people to their absolute limits every single week, a world where nobody would dare call foul or disqualification to the referee when they think the situation is too much to handle, giving the match an indecisive ending. Nothing says "Welcome to EAW" better than getting hit by a chair right to your face, am I right? Nothing makes the audience scream in excitement better than when they see their favorite Extremists bleed pints of blood just for the sake of their entertainment. Because this is what wrestling is all about -- taking extreme measures. And from everything I have heard and seen, you were one of those guys to live by lawless rules earlier on in your career... You took it to heart and enjoyed every moment of it. What pushed you to decide to take control of EAW is the fact that you have become nothing more than a little bitch crying about the judgment of these dumb fans that you can hardly please. The reason why you don't want to have extreme reign once more is because you feel so fucking unappreciated, you know the authority of being Chairman and feeling like you matter in the grand scheme of events is your only solace. If you just stop minding what other people say and start doing what you want for yourself, then things wouldn't be as bad as they are now and you won't have to live your life fighting on every single big event with your authority in question and your company held hostage. The reason they attack you is because nobody likes how you run this company. People have concerns, and when they're not addressed, these same people get ideas. They start to look themselves for the light that you refuse to give them and slowly realize that Zack Crash is nothing but a bumbling idiot who wants to give the impression that the situation is under control and EAW won't slip away from the grasp of his hands, when one single fuck-up and you could lose it along with everything you've worked for. 

I, along with Hexa-gun, fight for extreme for I know that it's the true test of strength and endurance, the real battle of wits and survival, that none would get taking part in practically hugging contests between two greasy guys in their wrestling trunks. It's where you leave your humanity behind and focus on the task at hand. Indeed EAW is the best place to find wrestling, but you also must keep in mind that the big moments that found themselves as part of wrestling history were made under Extreme Rules Wrestling. We've displayed our dominance more frequently than anything that's been consistent in the entire Crash regime. We have overcome whatever group of raging misfits wanted to put an end to us, and all along we've made sure that we make a statement by trampling over their limp bodies and shattering their dreams of finally creating a defining moment in their careers at our expense. THAT'S the new generation of stars that you feed your elite rules with, Crash. THAT'S the breed of competitors that you claim that we are afraid of being overshadowed by -- just a bunch of weaklings who couldn't find a place in this company, whose knees are too brittle to support their bodies, who haven't been driven by the need to destroy their opponents so they're taking their matches too easily, who are too afraid of the dark side of this company they didn't think was there. And you just hate that Crash, don't you? You've had yourself fooled and deluded, thinking that despite bending the rules and competing on our terms, that Hexa-gun won't be a problem to you because we're still wrestling in your company, until such time we've come to target you, and you realize that it's far too late to stop what you could have gotten rid of in its infancy before it sprouted and became the unstoppable giant it is today.

You think time is my enemy, Crash? Oh, but that's never the case! As the minutes pass and the hours follow, I find myself only getting better. With time, I learn, I improve and I only get stronger and more unpredictable. Because while other legends are still looking for every shred of relevancy they can hog from others, I continue to live the moment and defeat those who are foolish enough to get in my way whether it be legends, monsters, beasts and killers... And especially these incompetent new generation elitists that you continue to support.

I can't say I'm surprised in the least to witness Zack Crash spreading more propaganda about the merits of "elite," even going so far as to state that elite represents wrestling in its purest form and insulting the supporters that pine for and herald "extreme" as the ground and the roots upon which EAW was founded. Hexa-gun is going to reverse the course of history before more damage is done, and to any skeptics and sympathizers of the Crash regime that dare defy me, understand that your resistance is futile and there is neither honor nor valor in becoming collateral damage because you're riding a corrupt, malevolent dictator's coattails. I'm a fairly established extremist, and regardless of the elite undertaking Zack Crash has been on over the course of the past year with the enactment of several unnecessary, unwanted rules, I'll stack my resume up against his any day of the week; so when he says that extreme is "beneath true wrestlers," who exactly is he referring to, I wonder? Certainly not me or any of my Hexa-gun cohorts, we've dominated our competition ever since our formation and we've managed to succeed because our philosophy doesn't restrict us to fighting and scheming in one simple-minded style. Crash has painstakingly attempted to restore purity to wrestling with these "elite" rules, but the only thing he's proven capable of doing in the process of his goal is watering the product down. You've contributed to the devolution of this industry and you've needed a helping hand every single step of the way; but the lackey position doesn't come with much job security, does it? It's a revolving door job title that can eject its occupant as soon as they arrive on their first day of work, and if Clark Duncan was fully aware of the detrimental affects of his unwise career decision to place his allegiances in the grimy, disgusting hands of a tyrannical threat to the livelihood of the wrestlers that immortalized themselves through extreme warfare during this company's rich history, he'd understand that it doesn't get you anywhere and reconsider his involvement in the farcical Crash regime. Your crimes against this profession won't go unnoticed and they absolutely won't go unpunished, because every now and then through the course of history, a born leader with the ambitions of a King rises up and gains the personnel to overthrow his enemies, and my ambition and the Hexa-gun soldiers of extreme that are fighting to see the dream come to fruition are exactly what's going to stifle your plans and halt your quest dead in its tracks. You've come within inches of completely indoctrinating all of these followers into the belief that you're right and the opposing forces are wrong, you've gotten so close to reaching your destination and turning the EAW I once loved into a dystopia riddled with and marred by faint-hearted insects that are more concerned with the longevity of their careers than actually accomplishing something saliently notable with the time they have... But backed with the forces of Hexa-gun, I am reversing the course of history and returning EAW to the philosophy with which it attained so much prestige, cleansing the industry of the damage you've done while I savor every last bit of revenge I exact on this spineless worm. But in the meantime, I'll give you credit where credit is due, you've survived Senn, Xavier, DEDEDE, Lucian, and so on, but since the birth of Hexa-gun, you've been living on borrowed time... And on Dynasty, the Heart Break Gal and I are going to cut off another one of your lifelines before we pull the plug on you entirely and mark the dawning of a new era; the Impact Empire.

{David is standing in a dark room, with his own camera in his hand. David is sweating and panting for some unknown reason.}

How do you record on this stupid thing? Oh wait, we are rolling, that's nice. Sup? I am here, what are your other two wishes? What's that? You want to use up your last two wishes on making Jacob Senn shut the fuck up? I don't know man, that might be next to impossible, but we’ll see. Before I get to my match this week, I want to go back in time, to a place where I beat that old man, who should just be put down so he no longer has to suffer.. Regulator. I wish I could say it was difficult to beat such a “crafty veteran”, but it wasn't. In fact it was quite easy. Regulator, how did you get bodied by a tag team n…. yeah I won't finish that sentence. Even though I clearly get a pass on my street cred alone. Yeah people thought I'd lose because they think I can only wrestle in tag team matches. They think Jack carries my weight or I carry his. But the fact of the matter is we are both just great wrestlers or elitists or whatever the hell they call us these days, in our own right. It doesn't matter what you throw our way. We will always come out on top! But David, you and Jack lost to the Mexican Samurais a few weeks ago! A, that was on Showdown, I was sick to my stomach being on EAW soil, and B, Jack was feeling under the weather. They had to stick IV’s in his arms, give him tons of Gatorade, just like when Michael Jordan had to play with the flu that one game. The point is, Jack was a warrior! A man’s man! He could've gone home, disappoint those fat hicks that they call Showdown fans, but no! He was determined to put on a show and that he did! But in the end, we lost. We lost because of a lot of reasons, one which I already mentioned. The other being the ref did such a quick count. They obviously paid him off. Which makes sense because well, it's Dark Demon and Mexican Samurai. You see we weren't gift wrapped a trip to the second round like Lucian Black and Jacob Senn, who faced Team DCW? Was that their name? Man I don't even know. Yet, EAW’s management hates you guys, isn't that right Senn? Are you also a big believer in aliens or Bush doing 9/11? I just ask because you seem to love your conspiracy theories. And another thing, why is it that..

{David stops talking because he can hear somebody yelling his name at the end of the hall. The voice gets closer and closer.}

Interviewer: Davvvvvvid? I need to ask you some questions! David please!

{The interviewer that stalks the High Rollerz goes down another hall and David resumes talking.}

I can't stand that guy. Been running away from him all day. Reminds me of my ex girlfriends. Always being on my case about stuff. Always trying to be near me because they had a problem with me cheating on them. Ridiculous? I know right. Such trust issues. Wait! What was I doing again? Oh right, Dynasty stuff. Yeah I was talking to you Senn, my bad. The thing about you Senn, and Lucian as well is that you are always getting ambushed by all kinds of people. It could be Crash’s goons or perhaps even Alex Anderson that one time. Poor you guys, especially Lucian, who from what I've seen, always gets the short end of the stick. Always so close to taking that next big step, a step to getting a world title or ending Crash’s run as chairman, only for you to fall flat on your face in the end. But that doesn't matter because the Dynasty fans will support you no matter what! They believe in you two! They put all their chips on Jacob Senn and Luican Black! Which is just so stupid. It's like putting all of your money on green zero while playing roulette. You just don't do it, unless you want to be broke. But hey, you'll get cheers no matter what because you two are the victims here! You joined forces to have your own little support group, where you cry about how Crash is unfair! So? That's life in a nutshell, gentlemen. You get knocked down and you get back up.. or in your case, just keep getting knocked down. As you try to get up, using Crash’s leg as a crutch, he’ll just throw you down again and again! But do you know what I think? Deep down I think you enjoy the beatings because you get sympathy thrown your way constantly. You enjoy filling the heroes role! It's Jacob Senn and Lucian Black against the world! If they go out, they'll go out guns blazing! You say you are going after Crash’s head because of Dynasty! You want to make Dynasty and EAW a better place! Perhaps even have Dynasty merge back with EAW one day! Which will eventually happen with or without your help because it's just so predictable. Everything in EAW or Dynasty has a short shelf life. It's all about the fads, man. Which includes this partnership between you two. Because from what I see, Crash isn't the only one with an oversized ego. Tell me Jacob or Luican, have you ever turned on your allies? I bet at least one of you have. If you tell me no, I'll just take a trip down EAW lane, watch some past videos, and find out for myself. I think we all know how this plays out if you don't put an end to the Crash era very soon. Your frustration will just build and build and you'll keep it bottled up. You'll make excuses for why you were unsuccessful, but of course, it isn't your fault! You are the strong link! And then you'll turn on the other because they are nothing more than a cog in the wheel. Only question is, who turns on the other first? Just a food for thought type of scenario. You can try to turn the tables and say Jack or I will backstab the other eventually because that’s what happens to just about every real tag team out there, but that won't happen with us. Why? Because we share something that's called a brotherhood. We've known each other since we were in diapers. And perhaps we don't take each other as seriously like everybody else here. Men, such as Y2Impact hate us because we don't breathe this business! We are just here for the paycheck! And you know, maybe that's true. Or perhaps it's false. I won't answer because everybody already has their opinion about us and guess what? We don't give a single fuck. We don't care if you like us or hate us. We don't live off of the crowd’s reaction. I don't care if they don't respect our tactics when we compete in that squared circle. All we care about is each other and eventually getting those tag titles so we can bet them while playing Texas Hold’em at the casino of our choice. Or at least, that's what people think we’ll do! Just like they think we’ll come up short against the newly formed tag team of Lucian Black and Jacob Senn! Why? Because Jacob said so and when he says he's going to do something he's going to do it! Right?! Isn't that how it goes? But since I've been here, the almighty Jacob Senn hasn't done much. I get he's a former world champion and all that good stuff, but since I've been here, he hasn't been nearly as good as advertised. The same goes for the likes of Mr. DEDEDE and the other men and women you classify as icons or legends. You could think I’m just saying that, so my words’ venom stings a little less, but no, that's how I truly feel. Just like even though Jack and I may be listed as underdogs for this match, I feel good about our chances. This match is very winnable, for many reasons, but one of those reasons has nothing to do with Crash. Will his men interfere? Perhaps! And what happens when they do! Surely the four Dynasty wrestlers will band together and take them out.. ha, no. You see, The High Rollerz don't have any beef with the EAW Chairman. I know we should, but we don't. What he's done up to this point, whether his actions were ethical or not, has had nothing to do with us. I don't care about this lopsided war. The reason why we chose Dynasty over the EAW brands, such as Voltage and Showdown was because of money, not because we wanted to stick it to EAW. That's it, I'm afraid. But as for this match itself, Jacob keeps insisting that he'll give us the beating of the lifetime! When he sees us, he’ll visualize Zack Crash, which is fine by me since he continues to get the better of you it seems. To me, this is just another match. Nothing special. It's not like I circled tomorrow’s date on my calendar or anything. Something else I don't care about is your approval. Telling us that we have a bright future ahead of us.. yeah, we've known that for years, you're a little late to the party, or should I say, you're a little late to hopping on the David Davidson and Jack Ripley bandwagon. So use that anger of yours! Use it all you want because I can guarantee you it will cloud your better judgement. It will cause either you or Lucian to make a huge mistake and when that time comes, which it will, we will capitalize and you can write it down as another High Rollerrrrzzzzzzz win! So please ladies and gentlemen, tune in tomorrow night so you can watch your hero, The Fabled Conqueror.. {puts on shades} be conquered!

DYNASTY PR0M0 #1
 
You know what I don’t understand?  This weird obsession so many of you people have with returning EAW back to the days of “extreme” instead of keeping the “elite” moniker.  Don’t you people even understand what the word “elite” even means?!  It is a word used to describe that which is superior, better than…it means being the best!  Which is exactly why I decided to give that name to EAW!  Everyone knows EAW is the best place in the world to find true wrestling, and I wanted to give EAW the title it deserved.  It was what EAW deserved.  Now you want things to go back to extreme?!  Extreme may seem fun because of its blood and violence, but it’s also the cheapest way to get something over in wrestling!  It plays to the lowest common denominator of our audience, and to be perfectly honest is beneath true wrestlers.  Only the ignorant and the stupid would prefer Extreme over Elite!  Any idiot with a chair, or a barbed wire bat, or brass knuckles, or a flaming table, or any weapon can be extreme!  But only a select few with the technical artistry and innate skill can call themselves elite wrestlers.  It’s true though, that I used to buy into the extreme wrestling mindset.  I put my body and sometimes even my life in danger, because I thought back then that was what I needed to do to get your respect.  Yet that didn’t stop any of you from turning on me the moment I did something you didn’t agree with.  The fans who prefer extreme are selfish because they don’t care what happens to the wrestlers, and the wrestlers who prefer extreme are nothing but jesters for their masters!  I took the power away from the audience and put it back where it belonged…in the hands of the wrestlers!  It was I who made EAW the ELITE brand that it is today!  Now, however, the ever outspoken Hexa-Cunts are trying to get Extreme reinstated in EAW, lead by their de facto leaders…The Mercenaries!  First off, I’d like everyone to remember that brawl that took place of Dynasty, and also remember who it was that HAD to bring weapons to that fight.  Now maybe I’m just old fashioned, but I believe any man or woman who needs to bring a weapon to a fight is no real warrior!  They are instead cowards!  I’ll bet Y2Impact and HBG felt like big tough guys ( I used “guys” cuz I’m pretty sure HBG is really a dyke), holding those weapons in your hands.  I wonder how differently that fight would’ve gone if you tried it when we were on equal ground!  But like I said, I’m just old fashioned and prefer using my fists like a man!  But that’s all in the past now, and the past doesn’t interest me.  Yet it seems to matter a great deal to you two doesn’t it?  See ever since Hexa-Crap started, I’ve kept wondering why two Hall Of Famers like yourselves would join such a directionless faction.  Now I think I understand.  Extreme is in the past, and with extreme gone, so to is your relevancy!  When I changed Extreme into Elite, it was a perfect symbolism for the changing of the guard in EAW.  So not only did I take away the identity you placed so much value in, but I also took away the thing that made people care about either of you at all.  Without extreme, you’re just a pair of obsolete wrestlers!  It’s why you’re trying so hard to put down Clark Duncan.  It’s why Y2Impact wants to copy what I did and try and take my job away from me.  You think by putting down a future star and getting me out of power, you can return things to the good ole’ status-quo.  Well no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, even if you get extreme back, you won’t be able to change how obsolete you’ve become.  Because you’re real enemy is time!  You two have gotten old and time has passed you by!  Now it’s for the new generation like Clark Duncan to hold the spotlight.  You two could’ve still had a place in the new world of wrestling.  But instead you picked the side of Hexa-Shit, a group of sound of fury, but signifying nothing!  You wanna try and get me out of power?!  Well go ahead and try it!  Nobody has been successful at it, so why should your story end any differently?  I always have an ace up my sleeve and I keep ready for any situation.  It’s why I’ve survived this long, despite being surrounded by enemies everywhere I go.  Dynasty is a brand of failures and Hexa-Piss is just a team of nobodies!  You may think together you can take me down, but if you put together to halves of a loser, all you get is one greater, bigger loser!  You can't beat me!  None of you can beat me!  I am Elite!
 
Simply put, I’m a survivor!  I survived DEDEDE, I survived Jacob Senn, I survived Xavier Williams, I survived Dynasty, I survived Lucian Black…and I will survive you!

 

The scene begins with Eris LeCava sitting backstage with an interviewer. Eris is wearing dark, tight attire similar to HBG’s as the young, passive interviewer begins to speak. 

Interviewer: Hello, everyone! This is an EAW.com exclusive and I’m here with EAW’s Vixens Champion… Eris LeCava! Thank you for being here, Eris.

Eris smiles and signals the interviewer to proceed. 

Interviewer: Um, okay. Uhh (The interviewer begins looking through her notes.) Ah, right! Uh, I’m so sorry. This is my first day on the job and knowing that I’m interviewing the Vixens Champion got me a little nervous. 

Eris: Jeez, you should be a little bit more organized. I’m sure there are a lot of other PREPARED individuals that are willing to take your spot. 

Interviewer: Oh, I’m prepared but I just got my note cards mixed up—

Eris: You know, you remind me a lot of my opponent for this upcoming Dynasty. Every time she had this championship strapped around her waist she looked like a new born calf trying to walk on its legs. Wobbling, stumbling, and frequently falling until it’s turned into fucking veal. Then, no one could deny that Maddie is not champion material. Everyone sighed out of relief when I was crowned as the new Vixens champion. Feels so good, man. (Eris looks at her title that’s placed gracefully on her shoulder.)

Interviewer: Right, I-I apologize. Regardless, Madison has made a statement regarding your match on Dynasty. What is your response to Madison’s claims that Hexa-Gun is going to essentially do the dirty work for you in your match?

Eris: Maddie has made several claims that Hexa-Gun is here to wipe my ass for me or vice versa. She thinks my association with Hexa-Gun is merely for entertainment purposes. She claims that Hexa-Gun saw me, the Vixen’s Champion and thought “Well, she’ll probably give us a good laugh during our dull moments.” She completely disregards the impact that I’ve made in this division just so her ego can continue to inflate with the pure, organic air emitting from her bullshit lies. The gal can go on and on about how my head is so far up HBG’s ass, which may I add is very pleasant to be in, that I could taste what she had for breakfast. The truth of the matter is that I beat Maddie BEFORE Hexa-Gun. I annihilated Maddie with my bare hands before that sacred day HBG decided to give me the time of day. Nothing but hypocrisy is produced from this girl’s cum-filled mouth. Although, what more can I expect from the lousiest Vixen that has ever come across EAW? I mean, this little girl claims and expects Hexa-Gun to be at my corner while criticizing my career choices, although, can we rewind and go back to the first day of Maddie’s Vixens Championship reign? If my memory is correct, both Maddie AND Maria attacked Tarah Nova and egged the dumb bitch to put her title on the line. Maddie continues to preach how Hexa-Gun out-singles its competitors but she’s definitely familiar with that strategy that’s been in wrestling business for years. You, along with the EAW universe can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that Maddie was ready to be champion. Sure, she ended Tarah Nova’s “Reign of Terror” but with Maria’s help. That’s what Maddie is so proud of? Being a hypocrite loser who doesn’t know when to walk away? Pfft, I feel sorry for the gal. 

Interviewer: Wow, those are quite the words, Eris. But let me ask you, are you at all intimidated by Madison’s threats of leaving you in a pool of your own blood?

Eris: (Chuckles) I guess she wants revenge after I left her marinate in her own shit after our match at Shock Value. Maddie reminds me of a trembling Chihuahua, once they see you they begin barking nonstop. The moment you set your foot down they whimper away. Maddie continuously downplayed my ability to kick her ass before our match. She said that I was a joke, that I was simply a crazy bitch who somehow got out of the funny farm. Maddie whimpered away once she realized that I had taken the prize that she strived for. The Vixens championship is the prize that’s most valued in our division. After failed attempt after failed attempt, she finally got her hands on it! Woo!! Great fairytale story, right? It’s a damn shame things didn’t end up working out for good ol’ Madison. I won this title for a reason and it’s because I ultimately surpassed Maddie by my cunning wrestling techniques and my overall talent. I’M better than her and we can all stop kidding ourselves and finally say that there is no chance in hell that Maddie is going to come out as champion. This championship feels so good strapped around my waist. This championship looks so nice with my name plaque on it. This championship even smells like me for Christ’s sake! This championship run has left me satisfied. I love the feeling of importance and I love everyone kissing your ass knowing that you are an important figure to this company. I’m not willing to let go of this power that I have on my hands. Maddie, she had her chance and she let it slip by. It’s not my fault that she couldn’t get up when the referee counted to 10. It should’ve been her priority to leap on her feet even though she had volts of electricity running through her blood. However, something I do notice is a difference in Maddie. No – it’s not the way she presents herself or her overall demeanor.  It’s.. Oh, right! You notice how she says that she wants to pummel me with her fists until my face turns dark and blue? Something that’s missing from the old, vintage, champion Maddie is her telling me that I have absolutely no chance against her! It’s funny how now the roles have switched and she’s beginning to watch her words very carefully. Oh, Maddie. How she makes me laugh. Love the girl. 

Interviewer: Do you have any remaining words to say to Madison?

Eris: (Eris smile fades away and she looks into the camera.) Maddie, stop fooling yourself. With or without Hexa-Gun’s help, I’M going to walk out as champion on Dynasty. The only way you’ll have a second run as Vixen’s Champ is when I’m retired from this fucking company. You have no idea how much I want to grab your twig-looking neck and snap it into four equally sized pieces so I can shove them up your loose ass one by one. You infuriate me for the wrong reasons. I hear your words and they make me chuckle because they’re just empty promises you’re never going to fulfill. You have absolutely NO chance against me. I’m going to make sure I get any object I can find and hit you hard on your fucking empty head. Maybe then something will click and you can pursue some other championship. You know, sometimes late at night I sit and think of the reasons as to why you dislike me so much. Are you just jealous that I celebrate HBG’s beauty and superiority and I pay no attention to you? Are you in love with me, Maddie? Now, you’re dumb and all but you sure do have a great body. Do you just need a little loving, some satisfaction, something that Thomas Minns will never give you? I can give you that baby, but if this is the way you want to get in my pants then it’s not going to work out. And I love how you brag about your past accomplishments, baby. Sure, you beat Cameron Ella Ava, Tarah Nova and Aria Jaxon, but you want to know how I beat? I. BEAT. YOU. And I’ll do it again without a hesitation. I’m ready you ignorant bird looking mongrel. I’m fucking ready. 

Eris winks to the camera as the image fades to black. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Dynasty Promo #3








We open on American Airline's flight 2404 traveling non-stop from Los Angeles International Airport to New Orleans Louisiana.  It's here in the first class section that we find T.J. Yoder wandering about.  


T.J.: "Mark?  Mark?"  


the young man calls as his head sweeps left to right until finally he finds The self proclaimed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.  


T.J.:"Hey Mark, I'm thirsty, can I get a soda?"  


Michaels (slightly annoyed): "What do I keep telling you?  When we're on Dynasty you can call me Mark, when we are not, please show some manners and call me Mister Michaels   


Says Michaels as he whips out his IPhone and begins to snap selfies.  


T.J.: "Mister Michaels, I'm really, really thirsty, can I please have a soda?"  


Michaels: "Yeah sure, I'll get you one." 


Michaels presses the call button for a flight attendant who promptly appears.


Flight Attendant: "Can I help you sir?"


Michaels: "Yes, can I get a soda for the kid?"


 
Flight Attendant: "Why yes sir."



Michaels: "Thank you, and while you're at it, can you make it a diet?  The kid could stand to lose a few pounds."


Flight Attendant: "Of course sir."


The flight attendant quickly goes to fetch the drink.


T.J.: "Hey Mar... Mister Michaels, My dad's suspension is over this week right?"


Michaels: "Yes, it is.  Why do you ask?"


T.J.: "Well it's been really fun hanging out with you, but it's been a really long time since I've seen my mom and dad, and I miss them, and I want to go back home."


Michaels: "T.J. we've been over this.  Your father is a lazy bum, who could never give you the teaching, or the life that I could.  Now if I thought that this two week suspension would have helped your father change his ways, maybe I could have go back home with him.  But as it stands, I have zero doubt in my mind that he's still an ugly, spiteful, envious, incompetent, coward who is as much of a failure as a father, as he is a wrestler.  And besides T.J., wouldn't like to be able to say that you had the best seat in the house when I won the number one contendership to the National Elite Championship?"


T.J.: "Well maybe, but how do you know you're gonna win?"


Michaels: "T.J., did you forget who you're talking to?  Perfect is my name!  I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, The Destiny of Dynasty, The Brightest Burning Crossover Star that EAW has ever known, and the guy who is so good in the ring, that Millions upon millions of people from around the world, have made me their Hashtag hero, in addition to the undisputed Social Media Champion.  And what's more as president of my Social Media team, it your job to keep me connected to all of them.  Now doesn't that sound cooler than being stuck taking out the trash, and raking up leaves?"


T.J.: "Well Kinda."


Michaels: (Semi-Mockingly) "Well Kinda..."  (normal voice) " come on T.J., I know that it's way more cooler.  Just like I know, that you know, that I'm going to win this Friday night.  Yeah we are going to go out there in front of all my adoring followers in the Smoothie King Center, and we're gonna hear them cheer wildly when I beat the ever loving shit out of those four losers I'm gonna face off against.


First I'm gonna beat up that old bag of bones Donny Diamond so bad, that after this match their gonna skip past the assisted living community he calls home, and drop him off directly at the cemetery, so his body can finally be laid to rest next to his career.  


Then I'm going to put Regulator back in his place, and by that I mean somewhere far away from a wrestling ring.  Now don't get me wrong, the guy can still hang with other ham and eggers in the locker room, but when it comes to the upper echelon of Dynasty, and in particularly me, he just can not cut it anymore.  


And if Lance Hart even bothers to show up for this one, I personally will show him why I am a superstar who get first class treatment every single step of the way, while he slums it in the economy section seats with the other nobodies.  This Friday night, Lance gets the chance to see first hand the talent, that has made me a superstar not only in the world of professional Wrestling, but in every fathomable form of media known to man.  


Oh, and I almost forgot the cherry on top of it all, I get to beat Angelo Brando again.  I can't wait to see the look on that smug, little troll's face when for the third time in a row, he gets left staring up at the light, while I get my hand raised in victory.  No amount of yes men bull crap is going to be able to help him deny the fact that I am better than Angelo in every conceivable way.  


and after this Friday, I'll be on my way to my first piece of championship gold during my Dynasty tenure.  It doesn't matter who the unlucky son of a bitch who has that belt is.  I'll beat them one, two, three in the middle of the ring.  The Mark Michaels era is about to begin on Dynasty, that much is hashtag in the bag.  and it doesn't matter who likes it or not, because I guarantee that Lance, Donny, Reg, Angelo, and even your hater-aid guzzling daddy will soon be picturing THAT!"


Flight Attendant: "Here you are sir."


she says handing the drink to T.J.


Michael: "What do you say T.J.?"


T.J." It's about damn time."


Michaels: "Good boy, now why don;t you head back to your seat."


T.J. nods his head yes, and hurries off.  Michaels checks to make sure he's in his proper place before resuming his selfie session.


FADE TO BLACK.