OOC: (I'm sorry this is short, I'm a bit sick today so I didn't want to be typing for too long. Also, this is Kerry's and Keith's Promo. Thank you.)

Dynasty Promo:

*Kerry sits on his porch, drinking a beer and reading a book, he smiled as he saw Keith's Jeep pull up in his driveway.*

Keith: *steps out of the jeep, fuming*

Kerry: What is it, Keith?

Keith: Don't give me a "What is it Keith?" You didn't see the Dynasty matchcard!?

Kerry: *looks surprised* I usually don't check it because it's not my show.

Keith: well it is your show tomorrow night!

Kerry: what are you talking about?

Keith: You and I are facing The Savage Ryans in a tag team match.

Kerry: we might be able to win if we...

Keith: *interrupting* we're going to win if you don't hold me back!

Kerry: Hold YOU back!? I'm sorry, when was the last time you beat a Hall of Famer?

Keith: *looks down, face red with embarrassment* never...

Kerry: I advise we work together, we take one of them, isolate them from their partner, and beat them senseless.

Keith: sounds fun!

Kerry: but that might be the strategy Ryan and DEDEDE are going to expect, what should be our back-up plan?

Keith: how about we bombard them with tag outs, just tag out when they least expect it, and keep doing that, we have to be unpredictable.

Kerry: yeah, that can be the backup plan...

Keith: so, you think we got this?

Kerry: if we can follow...

Keith: *laughs* we're going to win, we're facing an idiot and a geezer.

Kerry: have just a bit of respect Keith, both of them are very skilled wrestlers. We're going to both have one hell of a fight on our hands.

Keith: this is why I'm the future of Dynasty and you're going to be left to flounder on Showdown.

Kerry: that's all up for debate, what happens with our careers is solely based on what we can make of ourselves, and my only goal is to make something of myself.

Keith: yeah, yeah, I gotcha.

Kerry: you wanna come in for a drink while we discuss this further?

Keith: I knew you would ask that.

Kerry: *saves the page in his book and smiles over to Keith* that wasn't a yes or a no.

Keith: *looks behind him and then back to Kerry* Ah, what the hell. I got time.

Kerry: that's what I'd hope you said, lets go!

Keith: *climbs up the porch steps as they both go into Kerry's house*

Kerry: drinks are in the fridge, I got some EAW tapes, maybe we can study some Mr. DEDEDE ones so we can better understand his style of wrestling huh?

Keith: good idea *grabs a bottle of Miller and an EAW tape, putting the tape on and sitting on the couch*

Kerry: alrighty then... *sits on the couch next to Keith, watching the TV*

*the camera fades to outside Kerry's house and then fades out*

OOC: Again, sorry for the lackluster promo. I haven't been feeling too good this past week. Thank you all.

Lately, all I seem to have been feeling is anger. El Maestro has opened my eyes to so many things that I was once blind to about this industry and all it has served is to make me discontent with what everything around me has become. All I see around me is selfishness. Even those who dwell within groups seem to all have selfish agendas. It's all about the betterment of one's own standing without concern for the standing of anybody around you. People want wrestling to be a one-man show and each person vies for his own selfish desire to be that one man. They'll do anything, including selling their own souls to greedy businessmen just to get ahead. And this idea has been apart of this industry for so long that it's practically irreversible. The sad, depressing fact about pro wrestling is that of you want to be successful you have to be able to get as grimy and dirty as those who are trying to steal what you have, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. That's what forced El Maestro to become a villain in the eyes of millions. That's what forced me to punch Tiberius Jones in the throat at Midsummer Massacre forcing him to choke on his own poisonous intent. That's what forced me to dump a crazed psychopath like GI Styles on his head so many times that he's now retired. So let me ask YOU a question Yukon John, what makes you think I should cower to your bear? Because he can rip my throat out with his teeth? In my eight months in EAW I haven't run across a single one of these vile, worthless vermin that wouldn't do the same fucking thing given the right set of circumstances. If it meant becoming World Champion, each and every person in that locker room would put a bullet in your brain.

So no, Yukon John, I don't fear your stupid bear because Vance Tybull has a sense for combat that has reached beyond what your bear's pea brain could ever comprehend. Your bear is going to need more than claw strikes, bites and a bear hug to defeat me. If anything, John, your bear should be afraid of me. Because the anger that I hold inside of me is nothing close to what your bear can experience with it's limited range of cognition. Your bear may be quite ferocious, but the ferocity contained within me is fueled by the unquenchable wrath brought forth as a result of my habitat. My habitat has forced me to adapt in ways you can't even imagine. I am going to the top of this business one god damn way or the other, and that means I'm just going to have to destroy whatever they put in my way in a fashion that will leave no doubt in their minds who the man really is. And unfortunately for you and your bear, that means I'm going to have to hurt Horrible Harry and make a statement to everybody around me. Everybody will realize that in order to topple me, you'll have to have more fight in you than a real grizzly bear. People are going to wake up to the harsh realization that these fists are more devastating than a bear's claw could ever be.

Let's reflect for a moment.

That's right - this is a time of reflection. I'm not here to sugar-coat anything. I'm simply here to address the facts, because I have a lot to get off my chest. When I say a lot, I mean a great amount of things I would like to talk about. First and foremost, I want to congratulate Jacob Senn. You have gotten yourself something that every man in this company wants: a championship shot against the greatest champion EAW has to offer currently. I'm sure many of you are shocked that I would compliment Brian Daniels, but I give credit where it's due. Brian Daniels is great. Brian Daniels is a hall-of-famer in his own right. He's done great things in this company, and guess what? I respect him. I respect you too, Senn. You deserve this championship shot, but let's cut right to it: no matter who wins, that championship will be back around my waist. I don't care if Tyler Parker, Zack Crash, Mr. DEDEDE, or even CM Banks is champion... I am coming for that title. The question here isn't me attaining what I set out to do, but the question is rather when. Millions of people felt I didn't have it in me to become a world heavyweight champion, and that's exactly what I did. Before you even use the whole fluke champion debate, just know that I pinned the greatest extremist of all time, and tore apart both Lucian Black and Jacob Senn himself - two of the best professional wrestlers this industry has. But hey, guess what? I can say anything. I can try to prove any point, but at the end of the day, no one will listen. They will hear me out, but they will never truly comprehend my words. Each and every single one of you that puts money into this business is a puppet; essentially, that's what it all boils down to. Oh well. I can't even worry about any of you. This is about me. It's always been about me, and it will continue to be this way until the day I die. Fortunately enough, I don't plan on dying anytime soon. There's still a long way to go for me, and you will all know exactly what I mean tomorrow night when I prove the number one contender to the world heavyweight championship the real phony.

What does it feel like?

Such a vague question, such a stupid question. Really not much more I could have expected from Jacob Senn. In the end, Jacob Senn is nothing more than a character, a gimmick of sorts. He will present his words in a way that you all will eat up, but how intimidating is he really? He doesn't scare me. In that ring, I don't fear you, Senn. Your career has simply been on the decline since you held the world championship, whereas mine--from day one--has been going through linear progression. That's a testament to MY drive, MY work-ethic, and MY talent. This is no coincidence. You don't need to repeat history to me. I know exactly what happened at Territorial Invasion. Brian Daniels was undoubtedly the better man, but what point are you trying to prove? I lost a match. I'm so appalled. I truly am. Jacob Senn, the man who is able to come up with such inspiring and intelligent speeches, is telling me things I already know. That's not even the funniest part. What's absolutely hilarious to me is the fact that you're trying to use Pain for Pride as a way to put yourself above me. Should I begin listing off my accomplishments? The entire fabled conqueror shtick is old, boring, disgusting. I can't stand it. I can't stand you, quite honestly. I'm not the child, you are. You need to resort to nicknames and gimmicks to feed your own ego. You're insecure. Really, you're no different than a teenage-girl with her insecurities. The resemblance is unreal. I feel like nowadays, EAW isn't for men. It's for little girls to do their talking and have their little cat-fights. I can't stand it. This company was built on the extreme, and now it's stuck with men like you. The Jacob Senn I knew was a strong and bold man. I guess the prime of your career ended as fast as it came. 

You want to see the ace in action? You want to see me at my very best? I'll give you my best, but please... for the love of God, sht your mouth. Stop embarrassing yourself. Stop saying I have not evolved, when I very clearly just defeated you for the Dynasty world heavyweight championship. Please, for the love of God, can anyone in this company use logic? Common sense? I'm sick and tired of it. I wish you good luck against Brian, because you need all the luck you can get. I've seen Brian Daniels in action, and the only two men that can defeat him are the last two men who lost to him: both me and Tyler Parker. I don't see you beating him, especially not after the beating you will receive tomorrow night courtesy of me. I've never needed to be on the cover of a poster, I've never needed to be in commercials, movies, television shows... I've just needed a platform to kick some ass. Thank you to Dynasty for giving me one tomorrow night.

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOO!! Are you serious!? Are you FUCKING serious!? PEASANT!! How dare you botch my name, "Angelo Brandon"!  Do you know who the fuck I am!? My name is Angelo Brando, not Brandon, BRANDO! I am the hottest thing going right now, not only in Dynasty Wrestling or Wrestling in general but I AM A POP ICON, I AM A TRENDSETTER AND I AM THE KING OF MAINSTREAM, everyone across this globe knows who I AM! At first Regulator I was going to show you mercy, I was going to pardon you aside from being a wasted has been that's trying to find a way to revitalize career and get people to talk about him once again like they did back in the good ole days of EAW by trying to be me. But you have the gall to take it a step further and show me the ultimate disrespect by calling me "Angelo Brandon" the word "Brandon" is a common name that infest the world of people that I know that are beneath me. Guys like a Brandon, scrubs my floors, clean my toilets and WORSHIP the ground that I walk on. But now you have written yourself a death warrant because now you have a target on your head. I hope you enjoyed every moment you have being back in this business that you hold so dear to your heart, because I'm going to make every solitary moment from here on out a living hell for you. Look at this as a wake up call because this isn't the industry that you found your moments of fame and success because all of it and I mean ALL OF IT until I debuted it meant NOTHING! Every accolade you have achieved, everything you have done along with the other so called veterans that has dedicated their whole entire miserable life to this industry has been eclipsed by me. This industry has became relevant again because of me, no one can even remember what you've deem your proudest moments are nothing more than distant memories of the past because my present and my future will outshine your very existence! You know ever since this brand has lot it's world title, they haven't had anyone to do this brand justice as it's face or as it's leader to drive this company to the top of the mountain. Well you know what despite what Vance Tybull or TLA would love to believe that the titles that they have are THE Championships to be fought over believe that they are THE top guys in this company, they are both WRONG! The person here who is even qualified or have the right to dub themselves as THE MAN or THE FACE of Dynasty Wrestling is none other than Angelo Brando. If it weren't for me nobody on this roster including Jacob Senn, Lucian Black, Carlos Rosso, Mr. Conning, DEDEDE and so on and so forth, would be legit, this company wouldn't be taken seriously by anyone. Dynasty Wrestling wouldn't have the sponsors it has gotten or the fanfare it has right now if it weren't for me and, I have came back to take the ball and soar it into new heights than anyone could ever do in their wildest dreams. I'm a rare breed of guy that has it all and it has shown not only in wrestling but in EVERYTHING I DO. So Regulator, you peasant if you want to know what type of guy you're going up against then remember that you're facing the most powerful, influential, man on planet Earth. I want you to remember this and engrave this bit of information side your head and that's to not underestimate me. Underneath all of this is a man that's willing to bury your ass to the grave and make you nothing more than a slave to my growing empire. So if there's anything I can do to soothe your ego of your past success then let me say this. Before I came along you were in a world of an industry that was slowly decaying away into obscurity and within that time along with many other guys of the past you have made a name for yourself. People of that time remember who you are and how valuable of an asset you were to the old guard. So in that aspect I recognize your worth, even though how small and trivial it is in my eyes. But in the eyes of the old guard you are irreplaceable. BUT unfortunately for you I am the catalyst of the new and your only purpose right now is for you to bow down and kiss my feet and realize how inferior you are and not only that but how sad and bleak your career has been compare to mine. So with that being said Regulator, I'm going to do to you what I have done with many guys that has gotten inside the ring with me. I'm going to make you famous baby boy and I'm going to make you known ALL OVER THE WORLD. Just like James Seymour, just like Caliban I'm going to send you packing back in the slums where you belong and along with Yoder and Mark you guys would be known as the people who lost to me.

Now Mr.WannabeBrando aka Mark Michaels, whether I'm pretending to be a low class wrestler or I'm a legit athlete doesn't take away a cold hard fact that I'm better not only you but everyone in the world. You see Michaels, I don't know what you can't get because the only reason why you are having any gripes with me is because I wouldn't accept your stupid little challenge. It's like you have forgotten who you're talking to. From the perspective from the commoners around us, it's like you demanding God to fix all your problems. That's how similar this situation between you and I are, you've demand me to waste my time on something that I know I can embarrass you in.  I refuse to give you an opportunity to go around to your mediocre friends and fans and use me as a platform to try to boost your career and make yourself relevant. The only relevance you'll get from being inside the same ring is me is when people will tweet, Facebook etc about me beating down three men at the same time and continue going on being UNDEFEATED! But what you fail to realize that a king doesn't have to prove anything to it's subjects, my influence and my power is expected to be feared and taken notice of. If you want proof of anything just look back in my match against Caliban and how I lead him to take his ball and go home when he underestimated my abilities. Or better yet go take a look back what I did to James Seymour and I DROVE A STEEL CHAIR ON HIS KNEE AND FORCE HIM TO RETIRE! Those two men are the examples I have made out of that how my natural abilities surpasses ones own pride and ability they have in the ring. One of them devoted all of his life to this business and I easily took it away from him in front of his eyes! The same can go for you Mark and for anyone else who wants to disrespect me. If I wanted to Mark, I could easily make you go bankrupt and everything you have worked hard for that you love to flaunt in front of everybody day in and day out would go up in smoke! But do you want to know the one thing that separates myself from you despite if we do have similar qualities we may share? What separates from me to you is that I aspire to be more, since day one I have made my wrestling debut I wanted to carry on the legacy of my family and how we have conquered EVERYTHING from all types sports, modeling, business and so on and so forth I will trail blaze my legacy in being the GREATEST WRESTLER OF ALL TIME, while you only want to be a D+ Celebrity! I want more, I crave for more and nobody will stop me from achieving more and with the pure blood coursing through my veins, I will get what I want! I am the product of what everyone in this business wants to be and that's the best! So whether or not Michaels if I didn't have my ancestor's lineage then it wouldn't matter at all because I'll still have all the power I need and I would be the beginning of a long line of Brandos of the next generation. This is how I see it Mark, everyone in this match has something to prove to me because I am the elite! I am the standard bearer of this company because you can say what you want about yourself but there's one thing that is certain. You are not Angelo Brando.

The fuck was that? No seriously what the fuck was that? So just to be clear, we got some ugly tattooed dude running a soup kitchen for dirty little orphans? You just can't make this stuff up. Sup Eclipse? Chillin’? That's cool. So it seems you're upset that Jack and I didn't pay enough attention to you. Really? You sound like the fat friend who gets mad that all the boys hit on her bff and not you. Maybe that's why you got those tattoos. You were sick of getting ignored in every day life, so you thought maybe if I can transform into this ridiculous appearance that we see today, people will be frightened! People would actually take you seriously! Some might be afraid of you. I'm not going to dismiss that possibility. People are afraid of a lot of things though. They might be afraid of guns or monsters under their beds or people from other races, sadly enough. When I look at you, goosebumps don't form on my arms nor do shivers go down my spine. I just see a man who is lost in this world. A man who was never loved. A man who could die tomorrow and not a single person would give a damn. Not even their employer. That's why you're with The Iconomy, isn't it? You wanted friends. You wanted someone to have your back for once because you seem too weak to go through life alone. That's why you cling onto Chris and whatever that other guy’s name is just like you surrounded yourself with a bunch of little you's. I don't like kids. They are little germ balls. So obviously I don't like your little friends. If I can be completely honest you, which I always am, I want to take food off their table. I want them to look at you and see a man who cannot provide for them, just like their real parents who gave up on them and rightfully so. I want to go to that little dungeon and break their little toys and actually burn that home of yours to the ground so they either go back to the orphanage they belong, or return to the set of Children of the Corn. Now that right there would put a smile on my face.  

Does that make me a bad person? I don't think so. I'm a perfect angel. I would never sin. Never ever! But then again, to some gambling is a sin. A lot of people focus on the negatives, like yourself. You talk about how it can divide families or lose friendships and that's very true. But that's what happens to losers. Jack and I are winners. We always leave the casino with a lot more money than what we walked in with. We have strategies. Strategies that lead to success and I believe they will translate quite well to our time in the ring. We are big deals okay? And the sooner you realize that, the better. Yeah I don't have wrestling experience. So what? I'm a play maker. Call me Shakespeare because I make so many damn plays. Besides, neither of you seem that smart. You both seem one dimensional. You both fight with anger! Chris is getting fed up with us for talking all the time and you Eclipse, you said you want to swallow us whole. You sound a lot like my ex but that's besides the point. You want to rip our heads off. Which tells me that our words have gotten to you. You two really need thicker skin because to be honest, I've been holding back a little because I'm still figuring out how Dynsdty operates. I don't want to cross a line and get fined because I really like my money, if you couldn't tell already. Besides who doesn't like money? If Dynasty wasn't paying any of us, I'm sure we would all jump ship to EAW right now. That's the truth and you can deny it all you want, but like I said, it's the truth. I hope that kind of answers your question, Eclipse. But what was the other part again? Oh yeah, offering us fifteen million each to forfeit this match, which was odd. Because here you are, talking about how much you love to fight and the pain that comes along with it and then you're trying to bribe us? I get you were probably “joking”, but you still said it so the thought popped into your mind at some point. I bet you would love for us to forfeit. I thought you wouldn't want an easy victory, but I guess I was wrong. But to answer your question, no I don't want your money. Why? Because I obviously know you don't have that much. If you did you would actually give those little muppets a proper house and you wouldn't have to do push ups on the cold hard ground, which just so happens to be your bed. You also wouldn't have to settle for canned soup either. So where did all of your money go? Probably to get more ink? Those images on your skin are gross by the way. When you went to the tattoo parlor, you probably talked about possible options with the artist such as the classic barbed wire around your arm or a classy  tramp stamp, but you went with the number sixty-seven special: the fuck up my life. And no I don't have anything against tattoos in general, I just don't like shitty ones. But hey, live your life bro. Also I agree with what Jack said, you don't know a damn thing about bets. So if we win..uh, we win? Wow, I had noooooooooooooooooo idea! Thanks bro!!! Can we tattoo a brain on your head? That would be great. Or maybe you already do, who knows. I was going to end it there but then I saw you two decided to go on another spiel, so I'll keep going. I like to run my mouth. It's fun. It brings me joy! But before I do that, I want to talk about this respect thing. It's something you kept bringing up for whatever reason. Usually when you say something, you don't have to repeat it twice or in your case, five times. The mmmmmmooorrrrre  you knnnnow! To clear the air, I respect wrestling. It's fun to watch usually, depending on who’s out there. But do I respect the men and women who do it? Meh not really. Maybe a select few, but that's about it. Why respect someone when you're better than them? It doesn't make sense to me. But listen, I'm here to compete. I'm here to accomplish some stuff as well as make more money. At least I'm truthful about it. But if you think Jack and I are just here for a paycheck, then you are wrong, which is probably common with  you. I'll let you in on a little secret. Jack and I aren't making a lot of money in Dynasty to start, which is smart because let's look at the facts, shall we? The High Rollerzzzzzzzzz are new and we don't have any wrestling experience. Obviously Dynasty isn't going to offer us a ten million dollar deal. C’monnnnn man! 

So yeah you talked again, which I have no problem with. You like to talk while I love to talk. It's one of my favorite hobbies ya know? Ok so let me watch this bad boy. Ok you got Chris and Eclipse entering a hotel room, nothing weird about that. Just two dudes hanging out. Ok and Chris just pointed at the only bed in the room with a smirk and nod. Yeah I'm going to fast forward this. I'm not into that kind of stuff. That's taking tag team bonding to the next level.  Ok and he's still nodding for some reason. Let me quickly fast forward again, and here we go! This is better. Alright so he respects us for digging up new dirt on him, which is adorable. Maybe I was wrong about the guy. What do I do? Send him a casserole or something? Oh wait he's no longer happy. He looks upset, oh boy! He doesn't like us disrespecting his “skills” in the ring. Yeah I wouldn't call those skills, but sure. I mean you can wrestle, I'm not denying that. You just can't wrestle that good I’m afraid. But I like how you keep trying. It's inspirational to other average joes out there who suck at most things they try. A movie should be made about this. Now he's talking about some money and gambling, now we’re talking! Sorry I keep over talking him, but I'm sure you guys don't mind because what I have to say actually matters. So he wants to make a bet! Saaaaaweet! Wait it seems like he doesn't know how bets work either. What a shame. So you're going to gamble that we won't like the result. Annnnd that's it? Yep that's not a bet, sorry. Try again, thanks. And yeah I don't think you fully grasped what I meant by when I said if we lose to you two, there is no coming back. It's because you two suck. If we lose to you two, the bottom feeders of Dynasty, then we know we might not be cut out for this. Ok now I'm waiting for something interesting to be said, so  we might be sitting here for awhile. Wait did he just say “as good as I am..” Haha what? But you're not even good so this is awkward. I remember you saying that what you do best is wrestle and if that's the case, then thee is no hope for you. If you can't even flip burgers better than you can wrestle then you will be homeless within a year. Alright so your brothers and sister will be out there for backup, that's cute. Speaking of cute is your sister hot? Actually don't worry about it, I'll hunt her Instagram down and hit her up. Oh it's Eclipse’s turn, yay? He's smirking, what a doofus. Is this all they do in their spare time? Smirk and nod at each other? It's fucking weird. So it looks like he didn't like it when my friend called him a kid toucher because people have said it before. Well if everybody sees you in that light, maybe you should change something? Just a suggestion. You researched our UNDERGROUND fight club? Okay buddy where's it located. I bet you don't even get the state right. If you say our home state of Nevada, I'm gonna laugh. And God no, we've never listened to you talk to your opponents before. Why would we torture ourselves? Oh because you believe in scouting your opponents and we should do the same? Good for you. But we’ll be fine. Yeah screw this, I'm pausing it here. Can't do it anymore. I'll give you guys one more chance to say or do something that catches my eye. Don't fail me again.

DYNASTY PR0M0 #1
 

People say that everything happens for a reason, and sometimes when viewed with hindsight, a tragedy can really be nothing more than an opportunity!  Territorial Invasion was admittedly a low point for me.  That ringing bell vibrated within my memory for days after that lose, and as it all began to sink that this was all really happening and not some nightmare, I felt all was truly lost for me and my mission to reform EAW.  But then I began to think about it…and think…and think…and think!  That’s when it hit me!  This whole situation of me being on Dynasty is actually a blessing in disguise!  I’m the biggest threat to this pitiful excuse for a wrestling brand, and now I’m deep within enemy territory, able to gather any and all the info I need to bury this place forever!  And the most beautifully ironic part of it all is that this was by Dynasty’s own doing!  You’ve invited the lion to sleep in the sheep’s den!  Yes, I may be outnumbered, I may little to no allies within Dynasty, but that hardly matters.  I’m still the most powerful man in the world of wrestling, and I still have Quality Control and other allies in EAW.  You honestly don’t think I couldn’t or won’t bring them here to back me up?!  Plan A may not have gone exactly as expected, but that’s why men like myself always have a Plan B!  Dynasty may have won the battle, but I will win the war!  And it all begins with my first official match back on the Dynasty roster when I fight the “World Heavyweight Champion” Brian Daniels.  First of all I hope you don’t really expect me to take you seriously as a champion Brian.  As far as I’m concerned, you’re like the neighborhood kid who creates a championship belt out of cardboard.  Just because you say it doesn’t make you a champion.  Your claim to being a champion is as flimsy and easily broken as the theoretical cardboard I just mentioned.  But regardless of all that, I’m still glad you’re my first opponent in Dynasty, if for nothing else other than the symbolism that will be behind your defeat, and the personal satisfaction it’ll give to my career!  Even if I don’t recognize your championship claim, the important thing is everyone else on this brand does.  In a sense, that makes you their spiritual leader.  Being champion means you’re technically the best they have to offer, and you’re getting thrown at me right off the bat.  Why?  Because they know how much of a threat I am and need to play their “Ace Card” as soon as possible.  By pinning you, I will show all of Dynasty that I can beat all of them!  How do you think they’ll respond to that?  Their spirit and their will to fight will be broken, they’ll all fall into my hands, and when this brand ultimately dies, it will have begun with you failing them!  Think you can handle that?  I don’t think you can, because you’ve always been a choke-artists!  I remember when you first became World Champion back when you were on a relevant wrestling program how excited everyone was.  It was supposed to be a dawning of a new era of champions.  And what did you do?  You burnt out!  Yet for some reason, everyone still admires and adores you!  Which brings me to the more personal reason it’ll be so satisfying to kick your ass.  When you ended my reign as World Champion in that No Way Out Match all those years ago, I had no beef with you.  But I had to watch and listen as your reign got everything mine was denied.  Namely…RESPECT!!!  Your reign was less memorable than mine, yet yours was the one they still talk about.  I’m going to end that!  I’m gonna show everyone that you’re not, nor were you ever the champion they believe you to be!  That every time you get to the top of the mountain, you’ll lose your balance and plummet right back to the very bottom!  Even if you delude yourself into believing all that Daniels Hype, you can’t deny that my career, my path has been way more meaningful and successful than yours!  I’ve taken everything that’s ever happened in my career, the good and the bad, and turned it into something better!  And this situation is no different!  I rose to the top of the mountain and have remained on top for well over a year as Chairman of EAW!  I’ve ushered a new era of wrestling success, both financially and professionally!  Sold out arenas around the world and new wrestling stars on the rise!  I am like the phoenix of legend!  I may burn every once and a while, but I always emerge from the ashes, stronger and better than ever!  But you and Dynasty?!  You are nothing but a group of mere ordinary, mortal men and women!  Nothing special or unique about ANY of you!  And when you burn in the fires of my victory, you will NEVER…RISE…AGAIN! 

(The scene opens to the wild, snowy Yukon in Canada. There we see the grizzliest of competitors, Horrible Harry the Wrestling Bear, standing in a stream, feeding on salmon trying to swim upstream. Suddenly, the man know as Yukon John appears.)

Yukon John: Hello, I am known as Yukon John, and today I have brought you here to observe what will eventually mean the end to a lot of young Dynast's careers. I want to show you all what is going to change the face of Dynasty Wrestling as a whole. A competitor so fierce he goes beyond the special lines of what it means to be a professional wrestler. The professional wrestler I speak of stands behind me, eating fish. You will know him as Horrible Harry, and with good reason - he's going to bring horrible fates upon poor, unsuspecting men.

Let's start with his first opponent for example, Vance Tybull. Vance Tybull has been an impressive specimen since first joining EAW, having never been pinned or submitted once. It seems like there must be some force conspiring to try and end that little hot streak of his, as now they're relying on a fully grown bear to get the job done. Unfortunately for Vance, that means this is the end of the line. I'm sure Vance is full of confidence, but if he really thinks he's going to be able to defeat Horrible Harry? I have to ask him this.

How are you going to get seven hundred pounds on your shoulders for the Sun City Sunset?

The answer is, you can't. While you're busy trying though, you'll get to be the first man who feels the unbridled, grizzly ferocity known as Horrible Harry. 

(The camera closes in on Harry ripping a salmon in half with his teeth with ease before it all fades to black.)

My success --- it has nothing to do with you, I may have made a deal with the devil, but I outsmarted him as well. Isn't that something? Something to remember, a key memory to attach yourself to, while you mischievously attempt to turn opinion; into fact. We're not fond with one another, Zack Crash, we've both established this over the course of two years. With every encounter, with every approach to one another, one of us ends up in agony, and guess what? It's never me, it never has been, it never will be --- it feels almost as if it was yesterday, when I took advantage of a broken arm Zack Crash, to win his covenant World Heavyweight Championship. Isn't that a bit ironic? The same way you feel as if you suddenly have taken advantage of my current scenario with the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship. Not only did I take what you prized, I refused to let you obtain it once again; in what was an easily executed championship retain. You went on from that one moment, of course to greater heights... as I fell off the planet Earth, not to be heard of --- until one year later, where I now stand as THE Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World. NOT YOUR WORLD. This championship that I defend, that I carry around with me on a daily basis, leads back to you little to none. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, you surprised me with the opportunity, the opportunity that only a naive individual would decline. But you know what that means, right? With the string of failures you've been racking up ever so rapidly; it only proved one thing, and one thing only --- you're unable to get the job done yourself, ever since your valiant step into power... it's been the same old routine. You'd go one to use others, you'd go on to "use" me to retrieve what YOU LOST. Or don't you forget how you used the likes of Xavier Williams to get the pin all that gave you the rights to EAW? Huh? It's shameful really, it's not only that --- it's absolutely dreadful. Hasn't Dynasty Wrestling buried your name in the dirt enough already? I've made an example out of one of your favorable corporate tools last week, it's only fair that I repeat the same notion this week. But I'm not going to do what I did to you when we last squared off --- oh, that's much too easy. I'm going to make you suffer, I PROMISE I'm going to embarrass you in front of the crowd that you exiled. I'm going to make you TAP. It's my greatest chance at proving that these so called strings you have attached to me, they're null; they don't exist, it's much like the power that you're slowly, but steadily losing over Elite Answers Wrestling itself.

It took one defeat, that's all; to prove how weak and futile your current run as the chairman is. It's also made you a feeble competitor when it comes to your in-ring ability, honestly? When was the last time you can say you've earned a victory? Without any outside interference or you abusing your power to do so? You came out of the starting gets strong, you were proving to everyone that you were a force not to be reckoned with, but now this power trip is drifting away into the back of everyone's mind, as your presence is progressively becoming forgettable. Want a clear example of how easily you will be forgotten? One name, Scott Diamond --- he was going to destroy EAW, he was willing to wipe the company clear off the map. And guess what? He failed, as your failing, you two sail in the same boat, with such blatant common traits. Now? Now Scott Diamond is hardly mentioned, hardly recognized when people recollect their memories of history. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and you are that apple. You display no unique qualities that differs you from any other corrupt leader that this company has had over the span of what? Three years? Four even? It's so common to be the bad guy, I've lost count of how many we've had and for how long we've had them. There's always that one guy that promises difference, that promises he'll save the company no matter what the cost... and that's just it. The cost of what? The cost of Dynasty Wrestling? The cost of low morale? I know you hardly care for this, but you'll soon learn that what you care about and what your company cares about is a whole different agenda. I know I might appear as "the bad guy" who's taken the prized jewel from Dynasty, not once, but twice. BUT. There's always a BUT. I'm rooting for the rebels, I'm rooting for their cause, it's why I compete on their show, it's why I give them opportunities to take back what they one had. I'm not like you, I'm not under your control, there's nothing you can do to stop me. I'm a force that you're not able to bring to a sudden halt --- what can you do? Publicly execute me from Elite Answers Wrestling? I'll go join the resistance, then they'll have what they lost; I dare you to cross me, Crash. You'll lose everything you have and then some, that's a promise I know I'll be able to keep.

*Donny is seen sitting in a chair in his living room, with a small glass of vodka in hand, watching some TV*

Oh, how things change...

Ever since I have come back to wrestling full-time for EAW, my career finally has taken a turn for the better, after I was basically forced into taking some time off due to getting piledrived on the stage by some now irrelevant clown with dreadlocks. I came back, and though I occasionally lose to opponents who are completely and utterly inferior in every way, shape or form to someone as damn good as myself, I finally have begun to set my plan into motion. The big wigs in the back have finally begun to see the ever-present talent within me, and are finally putting me up against some actual "decent" talent.

I mean, about as decent as a wrestler could be without being as absolutely talented as yours truly, that should be obvious to anybody who has at least half a brain cell left in their skull. There's a reason I call myself so many different nicknames, I don't do it to make myself sound good, I use them because I AM good. After almost a entire year of being stuck in an uneventful and seemingly never-ending limbo of mediocrity and misfortune, finally, at the tail end of the year, things are looking up for Double D.

You see, some of you may remember that a couple of weeks ago, I competed in a 5-man ladder match for a future title shot at TLA's New Breed Championship. As I was craving a true title shot, and it was against someone who I had previously wrestled a couple of times and had bit of history with, so it's no small wonder that I really wanted to win the match and get another match against him. Everything was going fairly smooth, as I was easily doing the absolute best out of everyone in the match, especially compared to the talent of most, if not, all of the other competitors in the match.

Except that somehow, victory was stolen from my grasp at the very last second, by the overgrown leprechaun himself, Mr.(unpronounceable Irish word) Kelly, or as every non-Irish person would rather call him, Tig Kelly. Now, to say that i was rather upset that this man just screwed me out of a chance at a belt that could have finally got my feet off the ground and lend a little bit of credibility to me is HUGE understatement. I felt cheated, and I wanted to prove to everyone that I'm not some coward who just talks and gets nothing done, I want people to know that not only can I get shit done but that I also have the capacity to really fuck up anyone who messes thinks they can mess with me and get away with it.

Tig, you say that I can't stand toe to toe with you, except that the only match situation we've both been in, was a match involving three other competitors. Not exactly the best example to use, huh Tig? Even after I've attacked you twice and cost you a match, you still regard me as nothing more than a fucking pest, what am I going to have to do for your sorry ass to take me seriously? You're just another one of those guys who should've just stuck to what you're good at, you talk a big game and I suppose you're a decent fighter, but you act like you're the baddest man on Dynasty.

I'm surprised your ego isn't a little bruised after getting beaten up by a supposedly "100 year old man", but then again, I bet you're the kind of guy who claims that he's just holding back to just make himself sound like he's a real badass. My dreams are still alive and well as long as I can still wrestle, and I plan to leave the wrestling world on my own terms, certainly not on yours or on anyone else's.

But as much as I may want to talk trash to you and call you out on your own stupidity, you shouldn't be my main focus. TLA should be, because apparently, me and him are going at it yet again, and this time I can certainly promise a different result. Unlike last time, now I have a bit of momentum going into this match, which may help even the odds a little in the grand scheme of things against you TLA, I mean after all, you've certainly been wrestling a lot haven't you?

Meanwhile, I got a straight-forward win over Trent Yoder, and a week or tow before that of some training and relaxation. The fact is, is that you've been working a match every week, whereas, I've had a bit of time to relax. This will ultimately prove to be your downfall, because you may pride yourself as tough son of a bitch who can wrestle his ass off against anyone at any time, but even the best start to feel the effects of working a non-stop schedule like that.

When you're tired, you mess up, and when you mess up wrestling a guy like me then you may as well just walk out of the ring during the match because you're sure as all hell not walking back to that locker room with a win.

That much is certain.

*Donny turns to walk off, when he suddenly stops and turns back to the camera laughing to himself*

Oh and Tig...I'll be sure to look out for you trying to get your own measure of revenge against me, I doubt you have the testicular fortitude to do such a thing but it's important to cover your ass when the situation arises.

It's just a matter of time to see what Mr.Conning will propose as a solution to this little situation that the three of are in, and it will also be a matter of time until I finally I take my place as the rightful New Breed Champion.

*The camera cuts off*

Oh look the other guy spoke up.. and I wish he stayed hidden in the sewers or a warehouse which it seems to be where he likes to spend his spare time... Doing push ups for some reason. Some people like to hang out at night clubs, or bars, or a park, you know somewhere normal. Holy Shit, look at this freak, are those press on tattoos supposed to intimidate me? Is this you trying to act out because your mom didn't love you, and your daddy loved you a little too much? Aren't you a just a ball of sunshine, why is everything so dark and gloomy for you? Look outside it's not that bad, take the gun out of your mouth, stop slitting your wrists, and just relax. You definitely were one of those kids in high school that no one ever liked, or talked to, but always knew that one day you'd shoot up the school. Gambling isn't this awful thing that you're making it out to be; money makes the world go around, money gives people better lives, so what's wrong with making it? In the case of fantasy football, and other sports you're putting faith in other people, so it's really making everyone closer. Just because your parents were alcoholics, and drug addicts like everyone else on Dynasty's parents apparently, doesn't mean that everyone is such a pathetic loser with no self control. Seriously I came from a loving home, so did David, why do you have to bring such depression to the conversation, I was enjoying my time a lot more before you joined the conversation, now a cancerous ball of gloom just walked in and dimmed the light on everyone's day. *in a mocking tone* Oh god look at me, I'm gonna look out this window to make everything I say seem so much more dramatic, god my life is so rough, you can tell by the places I hang out. How does Chris ever hang out with you, I can just imagine a conversation between you two.

Chris: Hey Eclipse what would you like to do today?

Eclipse: It doesn't matter we all die eventually

Chris: You're right Eclipse, I'm so glad we're friends... we're friends right Eclipse?

Eclipse: Friends are just figments of our imagination, we all come to this world alone, and die alone

Chris: Wow you're so cool Eclipse.

That seems to be the gist of what you guys go through on a day to day basis.


*Lets off an awkward loud growl* AROEEESOSEOOOOJFSHAHHH!!! Did I do that right? The growling thing is that a nervous twitch, or supposed to be intimidation, like the tattoos? Good luck getting a job with those by the way... if they're real. And who are these kids you're giving soup to, who did you steal them from? This whole scenario was extremely odd. Where did you get soup, when did you cook it? Why are you working out in a warehouse shirtless with a bunch of random kids? You doing what your dad did to you to them? You freak. Here's the thing, you're nothing but appearance, you try to look tough, but are actually nothing


Look we didn't not acknowledge your existence on purpose, it's just that you didn't say anything so we had nothing to talk about, does that make you feel better? Are you still going to jump out of a window and kill yourself over something so miniscule? I'm guessing you just take little things and blow it out of proportion all the time, just so you can be sad about something else. But don't worry David, and I will take care of all that, we'll give you that beating that you want so bad, unfortunately it won't be you who's giving it to you. One last thing, the bet you set out in front of us, really isn't a bet, maybe you should brush up on what betting is before you try and roll with the big dogs. I have a bet if you lose, you stop being such a downer freak, and try to be a real human being and contributing member of society.


*Ripley walks away, and can be heard saying, yep he's definitely a kid toucher*

There's been a question, just burning in my mind and it's for you Chris Elite. When? When did you start to suck at life? Was it the moment you were brought into this world? Or did some crazy voodoo lady put a curse on you? Or were you just never blessed with God given talent like Jack and I? Perhaps the answer is all three? Because then all of this would make more sense. Look you might think I don't like you when the fact of the matter is, you're just some random dude that will try his best to embarrass my partner and I during our debut match, but in the end, will fail to get the win.. just like the last time we saw you on Dynasty Wrestling. It's starting to set in, isn't it? You're finally realizing what your role is this week, even if you don't want to admit it. At first you probably thought this match was going to be a breeze. What a walk in the park! But oh how the tables have turned. You might not realize this yet but Jack and I, we are very big deals. We are stars in the making. We are the future cash cows of Dynasty Wrestling! But right now, my words don't mean a damn thing. I'm just the new guy who could be blowing smoke right now. I'm sure that's what you think Chris. That's what you desperately want to believe! I could very well be overrating myself, but tell me, are you willing to take that chance? Are you willing to underestimate me? I for one say go for it. I want you to believe you can kick my ass, just based on experience alone! Because that's one advantage you have over Jack and I..experience. Actually that's the only advantage you have over us and you might think that'll be enough for you and Eclipse to get the  victory! Experience could be a deciding factor in some matches, I'll give you that but this isn't one of them. This match will be all about talent vs talent! Actually let me rephrase that, this match will be all about talent vs Chris and Eclipse. 

Your weekly routine is probably insane! After all your nickname is Mr.200%..a nickname that you probably gave yourself but it's uh..it’s cool. I mean not really, but sure. You probably do a thousand push-ups, ten thousand crunches, five billion squats and all that good stuff. You want to improve and hey, that's something I respect. But while you're doing that, I'll be sleeping in till 3 PM because of the long night at the blackjack table. But I will lift! I will lift the remote, hold it for a few seconds to feel the burn and change the channel to the Big Bang Theory because that shit show is on 24/7. Am I being disrespectful to the men and women of Dynasty Wrestling? Maybe, I mean I've received a few texts asking why I don't show up to the gym with everybody else. Which means yes, I did get those texts but I just didn't feel like answering them you know? I could try to make up some kind of excuse like I was traveling in a tunnel or something to do with my data, but nope, I just ignored ‘em. My lack of training could come back to bite me in the ass, but I don't see that happening because it all comes back to those having God given talent and those who don't. For the record Chris, we've never lost a match before. This is actually our first wrestling match..ever. But we do have some fighting experience, which I can't go into much detail about because then I would have to kill you. Haha..I'm serious. But what I can say is we did lose some of those fights. Why? Because we were the heavy favorites so we each put 50 grand on our opponents and in the end, we walked away with bags of money. But don't worry, taking dives in Dynasty Wrestling aren't in our future, not in a near future at least. Because I don't want to lose to Chris and Eclipse. If you do that, then you enter a place of no return. My reputation can't afford to take such a big hit this early in the game. Even money isn't worth that. 

And apparently you can't tell when I'm mocking someone. When I talked about changing the landscape of Dynasty, I was making fun of those before me. You know? Those people who acted like the shit and then pretty much died? Yeah word on a street is they all lined up outside the arena and got hit by a bus one by one. Sad stuff if you ask me. But the High Rollerzzzzzzzzz will leave their mark when it's all said done.. something the Iconomy wishes they could do. I'll give you guys three weeks tops before you do the smart thing and go your separate ways. But then again that might be a terrible idea because then you'll all get picked off one by one. So basically your fucked regardless. Damn, my condolences. But back to the garbage you were rambling about. I guess either Jack and I talked about women we wanted to fuck? I don't recall that. I talked about disgusting fat chicks back in high school, but that was it bro. However I do realize that they need love too, so I'll be sure to send them your way. 

Yes I did watch the main event last week and yes I walked away with the impression that The Iconomy sucks at what they do. I said “what they do” because whatever you do between those ropes can't be classified as wrestling. I'm not “Thing 2”, which makes me assume you're a big Dr. Seuss fan? Doesn't surprise me. Someone with your intellect can probably only handle ten words per page. Just look at the pretty pictures, mkay? Right on! I'm also not a hater, like you want to believe. When I see hater, I don't even see a word. I see an acronym. H.A.T.E.R.S, having anger towards everyone reaching success. Nobody can be a Chris Elite or Iconomy hater because you guys aren't going anywhere but backwards. Actually you're not even doing that. You're just sinking. A sinking ship! Which will be a theme on Dynasty. The people will see The Iconomy, a sinking rowboat against The High Rollerz, a powerful battleship. I wonder who wins? So much anticipation, I could die! Anyways I've heard you talk twice now, Chris and every time you call me David, it's disrespectful. It's like calling your parents by their first name, you just don't do it unless you want a whooping. So when Jack and I wipe the floor with you this week, it'll be Mr. Davidson to you. Deal? Alright sweet.

 
Laughing is heard as someone walks into a solitary room and sits down, fixing the camera. There isn’t much light in the room, but eventually the girl in the frame looks into the picture and smirks. Cailin Dillon shakes her head.
 
Sorry, I just have to laugh a bit. Last week it was Katie Rotten and this week it’s someone I’ve heard even less about. This chick named Leia Nirvana. Have I become EAW’s way of telling these girls they just can’t hang? Rather than breaking them in with a few easy matches, they’re dropping them into the lion’s den and letting this hungry lioness end their suffering. Let me make it clear for you, Leia. If you find a way to watch this, manage to crawl your way back out of whatever hole you came from, I want you to know this will be quick. Not because I have to, or even because I want it to be quick. You will give up before your suffering gets to a point where it’s fun for me. That’s right, you will make this a boring affair. I’m going to win, and you’re going to leave questioning your future in the EAW. It’s that simple. No one booked this match because they thought you were capable of scoring an upset against a more veteran, experienced fighter. They all know you’re gonna get wrecked in this match.
 
Now, on to the next thing. I’m still tired of seeing all these other girls get promoted while I have to do everything on my own to get my name out there. Cloud Matsada is getting t-shirts? Are you kidding me? She’s been here for like five minutes and done one interesting thing. And now she has merchandise? What’s next, will you put Lumen Gray on a button on the website. Oh, that happened too? Listen, I’m not bitter at all. I’m actually happy. This place isn’t just focused on a couple Vixens anymore. And the girls here are kicking far more ass than ever before. Look at the website and look how big that roster of Vixens are. I love it. I’ve never been to a place that’s so rich with Vixen talent. Of course I would love to be featured more, but I get it. We can’t all be featured at the same time. We can’t just have an Empress of Elite tournament all the time, one after the next. I’m just saying, give me a damn shirt and watch them fly off the shelves. I don’t know if I’m loved or hated, but I hear they like to look at me.
 
Another thing I want to say. Maddie… congratulations you crazy, beautiful woman. I didn’t know how I would feel about you being the champion, but I actually kind of like it. I think this rivalry between you and Aria is going to bring the house down. I mean literally make the roof collapse in on top of people watching you two battle it out. There is something about the feud you two have going. I know how you work, and I know how you consider yourself to be the queen of this division. You go do you, and play your mind games and see if you can keep that title. As for Aria, you are the Empress and I’ve never given you your due. I can’t because I’m just sick about the fact that I didn’t run the table and take that title for myself. You’re just as capable of being the champion as Maddie is, both you both better watch your backs. There’s a lot of bitches around here that just want to steal your titles. I’m one of them, so don’t take my being nice as a weakness. I want to be the Vixens champion far more than I want to be any of your friends. But Maddie, if you wanna buy drinks again, I’ll celebrate your title win all over.
 
Cailin stops speaking and nods to the camera for a moment before reaching out and putting her finger on the record button.
 
One last message to my opponent. I don’t care who you are or what you think you will do to me this week. You are standing in my way, and I don’t like when people try to create roadblocks for me. You will be just another notch in the belt as they say down in Texas. You’re about to get caught up in a storm, and there’s no way you’re getting out of this one.
 
Cailin smirks as the picture fades to black.

Hey, what are the odds that Chris Elite complains about something again? Oh 100%? Ok what are the odds about him complaining about something that has nothing to do with me or this match? 100% I like those odds, let me put in 1k on that. Seriously you go on about how I was right about how you acted childish, and then.... acted childish again. It's like you want everyone to believe you're so good, you want everyone to believe so bad, but when it comes right down to it, you can't even convince yourself. You're naming victories that I'm sure happened about 4-5 years ago? Even if that was somewhat recent, you've still been here for a long ass time and you're only able to list 2 decent victories? Let me do the math, so you've been here what? 20 years? 20 times 365, then divide it by 6 = 1,216 more or less? So the stats on that? Not good. So how again are you the "best at your job"? See the person with the world title can be toted as best their job, are you him? Have you ever been him? No? So how in the world can you ever be considered the best at your job? Oh wait I get it, you mixed up your occupations, see this is Dynasty, not your job selling faux Versace bags in the city; that maybe you're the best at. You know the job you took when you realized that wrestling can't pay your bills because youre just not good enough? I see what you're trying to do, you're trying to be like David and I, you see us making a bunch of money on a hobby and you want a piece of the action. I've seen you wandering into our betting rink... name still pending..... looking to make a quick buck, and what happens? You lose money every time. It's just like your wrestling career, a bunch of L's.



Side note to all the people out in the world watching this... LOOKING TO MAKE A QUICK BUCK? COME ON DOWN TO JACK AND DAVIDS LITTLE SHACK OF GAMBLING, IN THE EVER SO CONVIENIANT LOCATION OF THE BACKSTAGE OF DYNASTY, DROP BY AND PLACE YOUR BETS, WE DO NFL, MLB, NHL, NBA, HELL WE'LL EVEN DO EAW *shh don't let anyone know* SO COME ON DOWN, EVERYONE'S MONEY IS WELCOME...Anyway what were we talking about? Oh right Chris, look its so cute, that you have kept so chipper and up beat after such failed career, but at some point you have to take a step back and look at how little you've done with your life, and maybe this isn't the best thing you've got going. Look if you ever need a job, and this whole Iconomy thing doesn't work out, I may be nice enough to give you a job at J and D's lil shack of gambling, the name is a work in progress, and no you wouldn't get your name in the title, sorry to disappoint. You're over assessing your capabilities and neglect the past from what I can tell, from where the boys in Vegas stand, we are the underdogs, which works out better for us; we'll just bet on ourselves, and make a fortune. David Davidson and I, we've been partners wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy longer than you and eclipse, and I think just that chemistry alone is enough to propel us to superstardom. When we were betting on the playground and beating up the kids that lost the bets because they wouldn't give us the money that we rightfully won, we picked up some moves because it happened often, often, yeah it happened often....make that PUSSY POP DO IT .... sorry. We learned that beating up one person at the same time got us our money quicker, so when we didn't get out money, shit got real. BITCH BETTA HAVE MY MONEY, DONT ACT LIKE YOU FORGOT... we invented that song, we actually get royalties paid to us. The point is whether you take us seriously or not, you're going to lose, and just like death and taxes, its an inevitability that you can not avoid. And maybe just maybe, we'll knock enough sense in your head to make you get over this denial, and you can stop pretending to yourself that you're actually talented.

About a week ago, and no I'm not quoting Bobby Shmurda, but about a week ago my friend and I had every intention to sign with EAW. After all, it's the place to be when you are pursuing professional wrestling. I often hear how EAW is the big leagues and I bought in. That's what I do best, I gamble. I buy and sell, all that good stuff. We were close to signing above the dotted line, but we got held up. We saw some stuff in our contract that we didn't like so we stayed in negotiations for a while. So recently, Jack and I watched Territorial Invasion. It was a good event, betted on some matches and won a nice briefcase filled with crisp green paper. I would just love to summarize the whole event, but only one match mattered to me. Only one match had me at the edge of my seat! And that was Team Dynasty vs Team EAW and long story short, we are now signed with Dynasty Wrestling because quite frankly, EAW doesn't quite measure up. You see Jack and I are winners. We have a good life because of our winnings. I wish I could tell you that I had it rough growing up just like every other wrestler here but no, I had it great. I didn't sleep in a cardboard box. I didn't need food stamps to nourish my body. I didn't fuck the fat chicks in high school. Yeah that would've been even more gross than laying in piss on the street every night. What else? What other kinds of things do they bitch about? Oh my dad and mom cared about me. They didn't abuse me physically or emotionally. I didn't lose my puppy in a house fire. I didn't have to walk thirty miles to school, uphill both ways because I had a sick ride. The point is I can't relate to these bottom feeders that try to entertain you on a weekly basis but fail to do so. Yeah they fail by a wide margin. It's quite disappointing really. I want to shed a tear just thinking about it. 

But I know what you're thinking:

Aren't we bottom feeders? What have Jack and I proved? 

Well the  answer is nothing yet. Yeah noticed I said yet. You can't accomplish something when you have yet to start this magical journey. Magical journey? Sure lets roll with it. When I say Jack Ripley and David Davidson, you might respond with who? Other than being sexy beasts, we are the guys who are going to change Dynasty’s landscape forever! Yeah doesn't everybody say that? Make promises they can't keep? It might be frustrating as a fan. To be so captivated by some dude’s or chick’s words and then a few months down the road they either disappear or give up. The High Rollerzzzzz doesn't fall under that category. The High Rollerzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz will create some buzz, buzz that doesn't act as a lit candle in the wind, but buzz that is permanently tattooed on the back of your hand, meaning you'll never forget us. Right now our reputation is two nobodies. Two nobodies that have no business being here. Two nobodies who won't make a difference! But little do you know, two hundred years from now.. actually no, ten fucking thousand years from now when people or aliens are in their flying cars, they will look back at EAW’s history, such as the championship page and they'll see the names David Davidson and Jack Ripley over and over and over again!! And no their eyes won't be deceiving them. 

The High Rollerzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz embodies greatness, while its clear to me that our opponents do not. Yeah this week is our debut, get hyped. Throw a party!  Go get laid in our honor. Haha I'll just pretend you aren't all virgins, good times. So we face The Iconomy’s Chris Elite and that Eclipse dude. That's your little circle jerk’s name right? The Iconomy? I wouldn't want to get it wrong. If I did I would have to tread lightly. Okay so I guess I will mainly talk about you Chris while Eclipse goes out and makes another terrible life decision after looking at his tattoos. Chris I feel bad for you son. I see all this hard work you put in and it never seems to pay off. It sucks to suck doesn't it? There there, it will be okay. You and your buddies will eventually turn you luck around, just not this week. For the record I see you talked again which was cute, but I can only expose my ears to so much nonsense before blood pours out, so I will politely say that I will not be listening to whatever came out of your mouth most recently. I tuned in on Dynasty last week  and I saw that battle royal main event. The winner would get a future world title shot, blah blah. It was a good match though and I couldn't help but notice that the first two men that were tossed over those ropes, were The Iconomy's own. Now maybe you've had success before. Maybe you've even done the impossible and won a match, I just don't know. But from what I've seen, you guys aren't that great. You aren't the benchmark like you think you are. Yeah everybody thinks they are the best until they get a swift kick to the face by David Davidson. Mike Tyson once said that, word for word. Google it! So why did you lose last week? Ah because you let your guard down. That's your story and you're sticking to it. Not bad, it's a bit overused, but not bad. Do you know what that tells me Chris? It tells me that you aren't locked in at all times. You don't have ice in your veins. You aren't a closer. And most of all, you aren't a winner. 

You can try to turn the tables and tell me what you think I am but you don't have proof. You haven't seen what I'm capable of doing in the squared circle, nobody does. That's the beauty of it. I'm a mystery. I'm like a present on Christmas morning. You will shake me, trying to get a clue of what I am and you might have some guesses, but you really don't know until you unwrap the paper and you'll be able to do just that come Dynasty. So patience my dear friend, you'll get your chance. But why does that matter? You don't make the most out of your chances. You had the opportunity to face Brian Daniels in your own backyard at House of Glass and well, you came up short. You let that opportunity slip between your fingers and now your blood is boiling because odds are, you won't be at House of Glass at all and whose fault is that? You can try to point your finger at others and blame them, but we both know that you let yourself down. So now you are left with two options, you can either dwell on the past with your tears forming an ocean, or you can man up, brush your shoulders off and focus on the present. I’ll leave that decision up to you. 

Oh I see you actually did call us nobodies, that was expected. Does not anger me one bit because I'm in control here and the sooner you realize it, the better. But what does bother me is how you act as if you know our situation. You see this week we aren't trying to make a name for ourselves because defeating Chris and Eclipse is just one big meh. Nobody will care. It's been done before plenty of times. It's even expected to see your shoulders pinned against the mat for the duration of at least three seconds. So what were you expecting? Us to brag when we walk out victorious? There is nothing to brag about. Maybe next week we'll face someone of importance, who knows, I won't be holding my breath though. But I am glad that you won't slow us any mercy though. When you said that, you probably thought that was a pretty cool threat, but it wasn't. Which wrestlers show mercy in the first place? Isn't everyone’s goal the same? To win by any means necessary? If not then that's odd. But hey what do I know, I'm the new guy. Before I go and drink disgusting alcohol and eat caviar while watching CNN like an adult, I just want to say that I don't get a few a things and I hope you clarify the next time you speak, which will be any second now. Why is your nickname Mr. 200%? Does it mean that you work twice as hard as everybody else and still lose? Or what? Or is that just you overestimating yourself again? Just like when you said without you, ratings drop. Nah, you're wrong again. You should stop that. It's even embarrassing me. The truth is without you, the ratings don't go up, I'll give you that but they also don't go down. What I'm getting at is you don't make an impact on the ratings at all. You're just kind of..there. You're like the red-headed stepchild of Dynasty. You might as well not even exist. And lastly you said you and Eclipse are the true High Rollerz..care to explain? Oh I get it, you're already trying to be us? Can't blame you, we have a nice appeal to us, we can't help it. So yeah good luck with making that statement of yours this week while Jack and I just go out there and win. Sounds like a plan.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Trendsetter, The Socialite Prince and The Pure Blood, Angelo Brando is BACK! I have been away for a while expanding my brand and successfully launching my projects and recently I have once again been graced on the cover Vogue magazine. Other than that I have been travelling across the globe far and way on my tour solidifying that I am the most PROMINENT figure on the planet today. But now that I have some reprieve away from my other projects, I have came back home in Dynasty Wrestling. But unfortunately I wasn't able to enjoy my homecoming because of one Brando-Wannabe named, Mark Michaels want to challenge me, ME of all people to a runway battle!? Mark Michaels do you understand what you're asking me to do? You're asking me to publicly humiliate you, I have saved you from ultimately killing your buzz, I have saved yourself from committing career suicide and if I have accepted your challenge. All of those years of hard work and dedication that you put into your "fortune" and trying so hard to obtain the fame that you think you have. If I have taken part in the battle Mark Michaels, you would have been and after thought. It's been pretty cute for the past few months or I guess whenever you have decided to come to EAW that you started to mimic me, just like Thomas Minns and Regulator and everyone else who tries to be this well off person that had it all growing up. It's truly awe inspiring how my family's influence has reach and it's creations are standing right in front of my face. But you know it's time for the fun and games to end because as much as it's funny to see the likes of you Mark emulating me, at the same token it's enrages me to a degree that you're mocking me! I'll say this right now Mark and I hope you understand this when I say it and that you'll NEVER BE ANGELO BRANDO! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? I am in a league of my own that no one in this company or this WORLD can even dream to be in! I AM THE REAL DEAL, I am a brand. I am everything that you wish you could be because you strive to just get followers, you just strive to get attention. You try to be me because of the success that myself and my family has made and my status wasn't made in years or months or decades. My status in this world was centuries in the making, I am the definition of greatness! When people come here and say that they were "born to be great" I shake my head and laugh at them because they can barely fathom of what it means to be GREAT! People who calls themselves GOD or GAWD or Quintessential Champions or The Greatest Of All Time are trying so hard to put themselves on a pedestal because they want to feel superior to those around them. That's the problem with this world known as Wrestling because they live in a bubble feeding their egos and shut down the reality that surrounds them. The only man that fits those characteristics is none other than me! Mark Michaels, along with you and many others you have NO IDEA who you are up against because you're fighting an entity who that is way far and beyond than ANY MAN YOU HAVE FACED BEFORE!! You have turned who I AM into a little gimmick so you can make money off of, so you can get the recognition that you have never gotten before! Mark Michaels, I'm going to send you back to where you belong and that some little man working at McDonalds because rest assure you don't want none of me. I promise you that you don't want nothing to do with me because despite my gorgeous looks, behind the glitz and the glam and me being featured in award shows, red carpets, photoshoots, magazine covers and so on and so forth! I am a dangerous human being because I will show you no remorse, I will show you no pity when I beat you down to a bloody PULP! The worse thing that you can ever do is try to disrespect me by trying to copy me, trying to be me, trying to pretend that you are me and pretend that you are this social media celebrity. But in a reality you're nothing but a spec of dust that's ready to be swept away by my unrivaled greatness and star power.So what I want you to do Mark is to continue to try and emulate me, do whatever you can to feel that you have some type of importance because in mere days all of it will go away in an instant. After I'm done with not only you, Trent Yoder and Regulator will follow you as well when I beat every last one of you and continue my dominance within the wrestling world and prove once again why I am not only the greatest wrestler in this world but why I am a living, breathing and actual ICON! Now as for you Regulator, you're just as guilty as Mark Michaels and it seems to me that you don't know any better since you and I have never met nor have we even crossed paths because in all actuality of things I wouldn't be caught dead being not only in the same ring as you but the mere thought of me being on the same planet as you makes my stomach turn! Now you see Regulator, I'm sure that you have been told that you are one of the most polarizing figures in this company or hell maybe all your life you have been this guy that people can only fantasize of being. But I want you to picture this, for so long people has viewed you as one of the renowned men on this planet. But all of a sudden the world you have been accustomed to for quite a while has been slowly burning down around you because there is someone that has been placed on a higher level than you. His excellence, his raw charisma is unmatched and there is no secret that person is ME! Regulator, when people compare Angleo Brando to you, people look at you as a starving little servant boy that gets on his knees and begs for more food! They don't look at you as this super talented college boy, hell I don't even see you as much but trying to be an Angelo RIP OFF and just like I told Mark Michaels, you are on borrowed time my friend. One of the worst things you can do in life is mock me, disrespect me and walk all over my family's name. It seems for some odd reason among you people in Dynasty Wrestling on how much of a star I AM! Do you not realize that I'm undefeated!? Do you not realize that I have helped this company get more exposure because I'm damn well sure that they wouldn't get the numbers they have been getting to show off in front of Zack Crash and EAW because of their "talented" boys and girls on the roster! It's all solely because what you three boys are bound to find out that you are LIVING IN MY WORLD! And you know what? At Dynasty I'm going to do what I haven't been doing since I've been on tour and that's take out the trash. So I hope you say your prayers Regulator because even though you made your grand return, it's going to cut short because I'm kicking you out of my kingdom and put you back into nothing! So say goodbye to your time being in the spotlight because in Angelo Brando's world, there is simply no place for people like you who tries their best to emulate me.