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Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 20th 2016, 8:35 am by Guest

Showdown Promo #4

The scene opens up to what is distinguished as a news studio. Whilst it was in-fact only Sheridan's hotel room, wallpapers bordered the hotel walls, and these wallpapers were designed to look like the background of a news channel room. The specific wallpaper above the head of Sheridan's bed frame were skyscrapers, much like the ones you would see outside the glass of a news channel's studio. These skyscrapers were all black, excluding very small squares which had a shade of orange, similar to the lighting within Sheridan's room. To either side of Sheridan Müller's bed we had a large television panel. Somewhat like a tablet, these wallpapers were much larger than the skyscraper ones, as a matter of fact whilst the skyscraper wallpapers were split into four separate squares the two panels were one large spread. The one to the left of the bedroom was showing an out of space picture of the earth, opposing the one to the right of the bed, which was presenting us with some bars and charts, although it wasn't focused enough to really show what the statistics were demonstrating. It could be told Sheridan Müller had put in a fair amount of time and effort to turn her hotel room into her own little broadcasting spot. Despite the fact it could be distinguished fairly easily her hotel wasn't a news broadcasting station's room, mainly due to the bed which was within the shot, it looked somewhat professional. Sheridan came into the shot. She rolled onto the bed, and seemed to an extent enthusiastic about promoing, which was extremely, extremely rare. Usually Sheridan liked to speak about how promos meant nothing, and only served as a way to get into your opponents head, and that everyone that matters occurs in the ring and not in a video recording on the EAW network, but the smile on the German native aesthetically pleasing expression could have connoted that she had changed her mind, she had given promoing and the entertainment side of wrestling as a whole a second thought. She had pondered it, considered it, really mulled it over, or in Sheridan's case müllered it. The five foot four blonde had rather professional, executive and white-collar clothing upon her frame, a white suit jacket accompanied with a black blouse made the Munich resident seem more immaculate, pristine and overall gave the recording a more sophisticated appearance. Sheridan held her hair within a French plait, despite not liking many things French outside of chocolate and the Eiffel Tower, she much adored their hairstyles. Her facial was somewhat heavy on make up. She drew her eyebrows darker, she were eye-liner and eye shadow, and her plump lips were painted and shaded with a pleasing red colour. Sheridan sat up in the bed. She ran a hand through the fringe of her hair, coughed, and sorted the white sheets of paper, or documents as Sheridan would refer to them as, upon her lap. With a soft smile, Sheridan began.

'' Hello hello, welcome to Saturdays with Sheridan, I am your host Sheridan Müller and today before I begin with the EAW news I would like to put out disclaimer to the younger ears within the audience, or watching from home, that this particular episode of Saturdays with Sheridan will contain strong language, sexual innuendos and disturbing images, if you wish not to feast your eyes upon such then I recommend that you pause or close down the video, and watch something more peaceful or fun upon the EAW network. Now. Saturdays with Sheridan is a news broadcast that I will be doing every Saturday, regardless of who I have faced or will face throughout the week. This idea came to me as my next opponent, Cailin Dillon, seems to actually have little life outside of wrestling. She puts hours or work into her promos to make them as fun and motivational as possible. I decided that, as Cailin likes to think of herself as the perfect pretty champion, I would too, as on Sunday I will become the new Specialists Champion. So as you would have guessed, this episode of Saturdays with me, Sheridan Müller, the personification of German efficiency, the true heir to the Specialists Championship, the tigress of wrestling, and overall the most beautiful, charismatic, hottest most talented individual within EAW and world wrestling itself, anyway anyway, enough about me, today, this episode, this Saturday we will be looking at Cailin Dillon, who is Cailin Dillon, why does she hold herself in such a bright light, and how I, Sheridan Müller, will destroy her on Showdown, leave her crying like a little bitch as she sits on daddy's lap back home in Texas, and begin the downfall of the cancerous vixens division and the uprising of a division based on true, exceptional wrestling, and not pouting for selfies on Social Media and sucking the cocks of the higher powers here in EAW to get a match. As always it is a pleasure to be hosting Saturdays with Sheridan, and to be talking with my many, many EAW fans, who have caught on that I am the biggest, best thing in wrestling and will make the Specialists Championship relevant. Notice I didn't say relevant again, because it's always been shit, really, has it not? It's always been a little dead in comparison to the Vixens division. Whilst the current champion, Cailin Dillon, likes to parade her championship around and let the majority of the girls in our division jump around with her in the ring, so that Cailin can pin them and then claim she is a credible champion. I will stop that. You have to work for a shot at a real championship. Not one match, not one blowjob backstage in an office, actually be a decent wrestler to get a shot. Cailin of course will try to spin you all this web that because she defends her title in every state, within every week etc etc that she is a good champion. When in reality she is facing talentless whores, who are only here for money and fame, and not actual wrestlers who give a fuck about learning, putting on good shows for the fans, and wanting to elevate their careers, win championships, and leave a mark on the wrestling industry. Like me. Like Sheridan Müller, like German efficiency. I was brought in for the good of the vixens. I can teach them, I can help them. Whilst Cailin prances around giving motivational speeches and getting them off that as long as they get title shots they're good wrestlers, I will work non-stop to improve the skill, the prowess, the capability, aptitude and of course, the efficiency, of the women in this division. Why will I do this? Wrestling is my world. Fuck it, I'll spin you the same story as Cailin just loves playing the harp on how she was born into this business and breaths wrestling and all this shit that really, nobody cares about. She just likes to talk, she adores the own sound of her voice. She goes on about how she likes to see the division competitive, even though it's grown to a point where they're spinning off the two women champions against on another as the rest of the vixens here in EAW have no talent. Excluding myself of course. Cailin hasn't opened her eyes to me yet. She hasn't accepted German efficiency. She keeps comparing me to Madison, to Tarah, to Eris because she fears me. She blows me off, not like Vanessa does to the bosses backstage, but she blows me off like everybody else because in the ring on Sunday, she is too scared to take me in, and take me on. She actually, yes, it's true, Cailin Dillon, the coolest and strongest champion in the whole wide world, fears Sheridan Müller, a mere 'pawn on the chessboard' as she put it herself. ''

'' How can this be though? How can Cailin Dillon fear Sheridan Müller, she's a mere rookie in EAW. Well, let me explain, as the host of Saturday's with Sheridan I will gladly take you all through Cailin's mind. Cailin knows she is going to lose on Showdown. She is going to lose to Sheridan Müller, she is going to lose to German efficiency. She talks so strong in her promos, getting out the soapy sponge and cleaning down her words, she compares me to Madison, to Aria, to Angela, because she's played with these women before. I would tell you she's beaten them but I don't wish to really take the time to find out. Cailin doesn't mean that much to me. Notice how she keeps talking about 'that match with Aria' or 'That time I beat Veena' she doesn't want to face the reality that I am Sheridan fucking Müller. I am the biggest thing going, I make wrestling look easy when it is anything but. Don't let Cailin feed you the lines that I'm like everyone else in EAW because I am not. She says she is going to win because she thinks she's still facing Madison, or Aria, or Haruna, she is too scared to face Sheridan Müller. In her mind she wants to be facing the people she's danced with before, because she is pissing her pants about being in the ring with the tigress, being within the same space as the personification of German efficiency. Cailin Dillon is fearful of sharing a wrestling ring with Sheridan Müller, because she doesn't want to admit she is going to lose the match, lose her title and lose all her supposed credibility she's built up to this point in time. Cailin believes that because I'm new, I'll lose. She has the belief that because I don't say the right things in my video recordings, in my promos, that I will be defeated. What Cailin isn't acknowledging, what she isn't realising, is that all that matters is when we're in the ropes, in the space to axe-handle, enziguri, suplex, crossbody, hit, slap, kick, boot, pummel and abuse one another. So you have a good work ethic Cailin, well done. You have determination and want it more than I do, okay cool. But I am a better wrestler than you. You have motivation? I have stamina, toughness and resiliency. You have a championship? Oh, nice. I have the psychology, the strength and the moves to take that off you. You say you were born into wrestling? Neat. Tell me how much that is going to matter when your bloody, black and blue body is sprawled across the mat, and in my hands I have your belt, your title. You call me immature but crack world war two jokes? Unless you were alive for that then you really have no reason to make them? You have me lost there Cailin. You act like Vanessa giving me a bust lip means you're going to beat the shit out of me. The reality is you are not. Tut tut. You're mis-lead and you've been brainwashed by your ignorance and idiocy again. The fact of the matter is, German efficiency is better than Texan efficiency. Sheridan Müller is better than Cailin Dillon. I can say this ten times over, but it won't give me any advantages in the ring with you. All that will matter is when I take your title off you on showdown, and people are beginning to identify that Sheridan Müller beats Cailin Dillon on in-ring ability. I was listening to you talk before I went to bed, after I put all this up, and you were like a lullaby, because you're just so boring and full of shit. Your recordings are you just speaking about how because you beat so and so you'll beat me. All you do is compare me to other people and then say you're going to rape me in the ring because of such. Do I need to punt this information into your head? I am Sheridan, flipping, Müller. I am not Aria. I am not Madison. I am not Angela Spaghetti. Sheridan is my name. I don't know how to get this through to you, EAW's little paper champion doesn't have the brain capacity to register talent? You hold the impression your title is good because you defend it. When the fact of the matter is it is the opposite. Because you defend it so often, because you beat people so often. You think you are untouchable, well guess what you narcissistic, deluded little cunt, I am going to beat the blindness out of you on Showdown. I am going to physically pin you. I am going to tear your world about, rip the wallpaper around you. Just because you beat these vixens with these stupid names, just because you pinned Veena, or submitted Aria, I don't give a fuck, I will beat you. I am my own individual, I am German efficiency, I am Sheridan Müller. In some of your other recordings you talk about how we should focus on one another, not on Eris, not on HBG, we should stay in the present, and then you bring up this Vixens Cup shit? You're such a liar, Cailin. You're a false prophet, you yet again go back on your word. The Vixens cup isn't going to mean anything at all when I beat you on Showdown, for your specialists championship. It is going to mean jack, fucking shite, ja? I didn't know you could predict the future Cailin, you can predict I won't win the Vixens Cup but you can't predict the outcome of our match? Seems like you are a paper champion, a bullshitter, and a teller of untruths after all. ''

'' Nothing that has happened in Efficiency Answers Wrestling matters before I beat you. It doesn't matter that you beat Haruna, it doesn't matter if you worked out this morning, it doesn't matter if you have a crush on me. In my eyes your history starts with a bang, your history will start when I take your title away from you. I fucked up Vanessa mentally and physically. So yeah, she bruised my ribs, she also bust my lip. You're just a fraud and a liar if you're going to pretend you've never come away from a wrestling match with a scratch. I didn't survive my test with Vanessa, hell, if that is a test and you're a test I am going to ace it, simple. I beat her, simple. I'll beat you, simple. Here's the ting you aren't getting into your head, Cailin. You're under the belief that you're the best in this division. You have this impression and this image in your mind that, because you're a champion, and because you have won more matches than other people in this division, that you're suddenly hot shit. You think you're infallible, unassailable, you believe that the world is all chocolate and happiness, because you're a champion. I am gunning for the chance to prove you wrong. I can taste your blood on my tongue, I think I'm going to just love witness your breakdown, when you lose to me, when the glass shatters, when I have a match at reasonable doubt, against Eris, I want you at ringside, I want to witness first hand the look on your face when it hits you that the real deal has entered your world, not all these wannabe wrestlers who you fight, not the social media models you battle, it's going to cunt punt you like a train that an actual wrestler has entered the battle, they've arrived in the fray. The referee will hold up one of my arms, whilst the other is showing the blood of a fallen champion, of a paper champion. We will have a good match, Cailin. If it makes you feel happy and warm inside I do believe you're an okay wrestler. It's just the fact you face people who can't wrestle for shit, beat them, and then begin to boast that you're a good champion and that you're an amazing worker. I'm not an idiot, the state of this division is cancer. Unless you beat me, which you won't, I am going to maintain my beliefs that you're nothing special, you're just a place holder, you're a blonde who people want on their television screens, so you get put in matches against talentless frauds so you can show your pretty smile to the cameras and talk about how good of a wrestler you are. I'll see you in the ring. I'll see if you can keep your promises that the mat will be smeared and drained with my blood, that you'll be champion, that you'll continue to fight on and be this motivational talking walking Barbie doll. You want to talk about therapists, and talk about showing them where the man touched you? Why don't we talk about your parents, you were born into wrestling? Just because mommy wrestled herself into a grave at the sight of you and daddy wrestled his way into your underwear as a child doesn't mean shit. You weren't born into shit. You're a liar. A fake, a phony. You go again comparing me to Eris. You can't accept I'm something different, are you deaf and blind? Or just too incompetent to see the differences in people? I suggest you stop shrugging me off as some rookie, some easy meat, some model, someone who you can beat. We live in a world where almost anything can happen Cailin. Like me beating you. Maybe you should acknowledge this before we step in the same ring as one another, hm? It'll save you a lot of hassle and grief when I do beat you, sweetie. If you want to send me a Cailin Dillon doll go ahead. Every time I see it, I'll just be reminded of the time I beat you for the Specialists Championship. Hey, if you want, I'll have a sleepover, me, your doll, and the championship. It's the closest you're going to get to my title after you lose on showdown. I think you're all talk. Cailin. I've stated many times now you keep throwing me off as just another vixen, or even a mixture of two or three vixens, because you see me, you see the hunger in my eyes, the sadistic state of my smile, and you need daddy to clean up your bottom. ''

'' I never said this was about money. Money is a very minor factor in my life. You make it seem like I fight for money. All I stated was that it's a little unfair I put in three times the amount of effort as the majority of the roster here and get paid the same. I'm just stating that it's a little odd that EAW would rather continue to pay these frauds and these sluts in their division rather than give money to people who deserve it. I'm a realist, Cailin. I'm only bringing it up because they take away what the likes of me, you and Eris deserve and give it to the cancers of the division. I think people should get as much as they put in. Your retaliation on this matter just proves you're happy that the division is in a shit hole, it's cancerous, that you're happy for the roster to stay jam-packed in a toilet bowl, whilst you get to hold your pretty title. You're a bad champion if you don't want the women around you being good. You only care about beating people? So you don't care about having competition, you don't give a stuff that the fans are treated like a pile of dung because they get to see Cailin whip bitches asses in the ring and call herself a fighting champion, even though you're handed the scraps of the roster? Okay then. You've shown your true colours Cailin. You're not even attempting to bring other females up with you, as long as you have the gold around your waist you care for nothing but yourself. But I'm the idealist? I'm the selfish, bad bad little German? If that isn't enough, you dare steal my catchphrase, efficiency is my thing. Just because you say it out loud it doesn't mean you possess such. It needs to be within you, you can't say it three times in a mirror and it comes to you. I know you aren't Vanessa Holiday, Cailin. I am aware that you're not Rey Shamez, or Raven Lee, or Eris LaCeva, or any other Vixen. I know that Cailin Dillon is Cailin Dillon. I know that you have okay in-ring ability. There's two problems with this, though. Problem A, I am better than you, problem B? You say I think you're all these women, but then you have the audacity to do the same to me? What the fuck? You have a little cry about how I think you're going to be a walk in the park, but spend all your time talking about past victories and comparing me to the likes of Haruna or Aria? You can fuck off. Cailin, you can fuck off. You're such a little bitch. You have the EAW audience, the higher powers and the rest of the locker-room wrapped around your little finger. You're not fooling me though, myself and German efficiency can see right through you. I will beat you. I'm not saying it's going to be a walk in the park, I recognise you're not an ordinary EAW vixen. But I know I am better than you. It's going to be a slap in the face where I punish you and beat you to a point that you get pinned, or you submit. I really thought that someone who claims to be as good and as smart as yourself could really perceive and notice when someone better is gunning for them. Clearly I mis-read you, though. '' Sheridan gave a pause, only to check how long she had been speaking for and to have a sip of water. She cocked a brow, re-adjusted her French plait which had made its way down her shoulder, and to very quickly scratch at her scalp. '' I won't lie. I can't wait to fuck you Cailin. I can't wait to get my hands on you. My manicured, clean, soft hands over your sweaty, toned body. I just want to stop recording and play with myself at the thought of you. It's a shame I threw out your cardboard cut-out because I really want to grind you and think about my hands on your body. You're hot shit, Cailin. If I swung that way I'd definitely go further than fucking you on Showdown. But I don't. You're cute, you're a good looking girl but I'm more attractive, I'm hotter. You're a good wrestler? I'm perfect. Whilst the thought of being in bed with you is somewhat pleasing and tempting to me Cailin, the thought of me delivering an enziguri to your jaw and dislocating it, me tanning your skin with the colour of your blood, and me pinning your shoulders to the mat for the one two three, appeals to me far, far more. Maybe if you cry about it enough, you might get a rematch against me when I beat you. But as I have said for a long, long time now. German efficiency never falls. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 20th 2016, 7:56 am by **ThePizzaBoy**

The camera opens on a high crane shot inside the skeleton of a darkened TV morning talk show set. The sound of elevator musac fills the air as some unknown Kenny G wannabe pipe flutes the docile tune of "That's Amore." Below, two figures sit shrouded in darkness, facing inward at almost a 90 degree angle of one another.

???: How 'bout the title 'International Pizza?'

Voice 2: Well, that doesn't make mush sense since we're on local syndication aaaand also it's the EAW National title, not the INTERnational title.

Voice 1: Yeah yeah, but hear me out; we're in Japan and-

Suddenly the lights come up as the camera swoops down to reveal Tony Rolland, clad in an argyle print mask and maroon sweater vest sitting next to a slouched over Pizza Boy sporting a taupe cardigan and his EAW National Championship. They stop talking immediately and put on a fake TV smiles.

Tony Rolland: J-just think about i-

PB: HELLO! It's 8 AM, Eastern-Standard. Welcome to our new show-

TR: INTERNATIONAL PIZZA!

A giant International Pizza logo cues up as the pan flute 'That's Amore' rises in volume, almost phasing out a Pizza Boy's tired sigh and audible face palm.

PB: Actually, it's NATIONAL Pizza, and that's just a working title.

Suddenly the Inter part of the graphic's crossed out, and the sub heading of "(Working Title}" is added in small print below it. Tony takes a deep, frustrated sip of coffee out of a mug doilied up in the pattern of his own mask as PB stares downward, or falls asleep, one of the two. Suddenly his eyes pop back open and his fake smile reappears.

PB: Today we're going to be talking about the physical state of me, the Pizza Boy And-

TR: AH! uh uh uh uh!

PB: Right...sorry, it's just...it's just Pizza Boy.

TR: *under breath* you're damn right it is. EAW hasn't got destributing licensing to your real name...neither do I for that matter...

PB: Well, after Rising Tide I finally got an MRI

TR: After they pried the National title out of his cold dead hands.

PB: Right...apparently there aren't any metals allowed in MRI's. *mumbling* or the doctor was just trying to steal my gold...

TR: Either way, tests have come back positive for acute brain damage, which after his seizure in that abandoned house...well, noooo body questioned.

PB: I'm going to keep working, though. The doc said I could if I took fewer belt shots to the head.

TR: A promise we can't make.

PB winces and stares down at his lap. Suddenly a smile of pride spreads across his face as he picks the gold up in his hands, inspects it with childlike wonder, before slinging it over his shoulder and patting it's face plate proudly.

PB: But until that happens...

TR: If you hold up the belt next to PB's head in the right light, they're twinsies!

PB: UNTIL THAT HAPPENS! I'm going to defend this title of mine until my last dying breath.

Tony rises from his seat and starts loudly clapping. PB's eyes roll, and then narrow on the camera as his title starts to shake on his shoulder, like some sort of foreboding cup of water in an ill conceived dinosaur park. Tony, for once, taking notice of the situation, lets his clapping die down naturally as he slowly lowers back into his seat.

PB: Thanks, Tony.

TR: Still got the migraine?

PB: Yeah...

TR: Is it from celebrating your victory last night or the head trauma?

[In unison with cheeky smiles]: It's probably the head trauma.

They both wistfully smile and stare up into the studio lights before quickly wincing in pain and averting their eyes.

PB: But anyway, I hope this answers a question for all of you...

TR: Please don't...

PB smirks and cuts his eyes at Tony as he rises out of his seat stiffly and holds his belt aloft as his mentor covers the few inches of his face exposed in embarrassment.

PB:...because I want to start a new hashtag.

TR: Stooop....

PB: If anyone asks hashtag where's my pizza? Respond proudly back hashtag

TR: You don't have to say hashtag

PB: HASHTAG THE PIZZA IS HERE!

TR: Good god, sit down.

As PB darts his eyes around, waiting for the approval of the masses to meet his ears in the form of claps and cheers, before suddenly realizing he's in a closed studio. He turns to Tony, whose now buried his head in a decorated throw pillow. PB blushes and slowly starts to sit back down.

PB: ahem...this has been...National Pizza. Until next time...

The lights die back down as the musac picks back up and the vandalized logo reappears.

TR: [under his breath] I told you not to do that.

PB: [under his breath] What? Like #PizzaRunsCold was any better?

TR: [hushed scream] Ray Lloyd was a nice man!

PB: Shhh....I think the camera's still running. I'm sure our mics are cut down, so just quietly wave at the camera.

PB's shadow in the darkness politely waves as Tony's hand awkwardly raises in a hook as the camera fades out and tunes out their hushed bickering.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 20th 2016, 12:59 am by -

Dynasty Promo # 1

Perception Of Legacy

Regret is such a strong word in our universe.

We plan on doing something, we absolutely have intentions of acting on those plans, and when certain things do not go our way... we regret. We regret that we had not acted a certain way. The doctors you see fail to save lives go to sleep each and every night knowing that they could have acted a different way to save someone's life – your loved ones life. The elderly who lie in the bed knowing their life is only a matter of seconds away regretting not living their life a certain way. Why? Because they didn't do what they should have done. They lived their lives slaves to the system – the system that has programmed us to be modern-day slaves. How often do we see men and women living in today's capitalist society and follow orders which they rather wouldn't? The harsh reality of the matter is this: we have been programmed to live our lives being slaves to the system, and you see, the avenue which I am in is far from that. The boulevard which I decided to walk down many years ago is a boulevard of both broken dreams and achieved dreams. On this boulevard, nothing is taken for granted. Everything is earned. I forever had these ideas in my mind that I could... well, I could do anything that I wanted. When it finally hit me that I couldn't do what I wanted and had to fight for my share, it turned me into a different animal. JJ Silva was on the way to finally pursuing his dream once and for all, but what he realized was that the accomplishments he was receiving were not ample. Never. He was never satisfied. In that predicament, what can any man do? I was walking down that path of sanity and insanity, and on that line, I had come to grips with reality: I was no longer a human.

You heard correctly: JJ Silva is not a human being.

He's a vile creature.

I have a strong perception on what chaos truly is.. I’ve looked it in the eyes and quite frankly, I’ve lived through it for quite some time now.

Since the dawning of humanity's existence on Earth, we have changed. We have evolved as beings. Lifestyles have changed. Policies have changed. What was once considered abnormal is now the norm. It's the circle of life. In my tenure in Elite Answers Wrestling, I have seen myself change both for better and for worse. When I had competed in my first Pain for Pride, I lost in the 24-7 Battle Royal. I was devastated. It wasn't merely the loss that hurt as much as the fact that I was inferior to a peer of mine: Matt Miles. I was weak. I couldn't handle the fact that I wasn't able to make the impact that I had intended on doing in my first ever Pain for Pride. Following that loss, every time I woke up, every time I slept... I thought about that loss. It wouldn't leave my mind, and quite frankly, I didn't want it to. I used it as fuel. As daunting of a loss that was for me at the time, it was also imperative for my career. In hindsight, I needed that loss, because it cleared my mind. It brought forth mixed feelings of anger, frustration, and desperation. I'm glad I experienced those feelings early, because I had become accustomed to them in the long-run. In the midst of learning from that loss, I not only improved as an elitist, but I learned my purpose in life. I had to fulfill my destiny of becoming the greatest rise to the top story this company or any entertainment platform has ever seen. I did change. I changed my demeanor. I found something that I knew I had inside myself and will use it to propel myself to heights unimaginable for a guy like me. However... to this day, my Achilles tendon has always been the a championship. In an era of this company where there are so many championships, I simply wanted my hands on one. I was sure that I would have done so by now, because each and every one of my peers has won one. Tig Kelly. Pizza Boy. JD Damon. Zach Genesis.

In spite of these men grabbing that "brass ring" before me, it has finally dawned on me that this game of who-wins-it-first that I have been playing in my head is completely pointless. I don't need to dwell on the fact that I am the last one... because at the end of the day, it's about the more dominant reign. I not only want to hold that championship, but I want to hold it longer than any man has before me. That's what matters above all else. Perhaps the trials and tribulations I have been enduring are fundamental to my success in the foreseeable future. My view on the matter is exactly so. This past weekend at Rising TIde, I wasn't even looked at in the right manner… it was a punishment that I could’ve walked away from and said no. I did not have to show up. I could have stayed at home. I didn't need money. I didn't need to talk to anyone... but I saw the bigger picture. I had to prove a point, and that point was that I can break apart Jaden Zaxaria limb from limb. After experiencing the most tragic sting of events of my life, I needed to show the world that I'm still one of the best men in this industry and on my way to becoming THE man. I firmly believe that I not only proved my point, but I made the statement of my life. I decimated Jaden and displayed the brilliancy of JJ Silva. This company is so caught up on this idea of "elitists" and has consigned to oblivion it's past of extreme. That's where my job comes in. I'll step forward and be the man that everyone hates and achieve all i’ve ever wanted... except I won't be doing it for EAW itself. I'll be doing it for me on the most prestigious brand this company has to offer… Dynasty. As I'm building a legacy of my own, the world is becoming much more clearer to me now. If I choose to be, I am the most cruel animal on the planet.

hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I now am.

The first man to have to understand this is none other than, Kevin Hunter. The perfect way to begin my rags-to-riches story to truly show I began from the bottom and did nothing but excel on every single level. I fear no man.. no brothers.. no chaos. Since day one I’ve wanted you completely show how much a nuisance you are even with your impressive size. It’s sickening to see such a great build was given to someone so incompetent. Your struggle will be something for me to enjoy as I display the code in which I live by, Kevin…

That is: The Code Of Silva.

My destiny is in my own hands.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 20th 2016, 12:49 am by **Stark**

Number one contender versus number one contender live on Dynasty! Here’s the thing though Dustin Brasch, the title I’m going for actually matters! I’ve been the champion you’re the number one contender for and not only have I faced the current champion, but I’ve beaten him too, and let me tell you that just because you tossed nine other men who LITERALLY NOBODY KNOWS over a top rope or pinned after beating them with weapons doesn’t make you worthy of being champion. Your match was nice, and your performance was impressive, but it doesn’t prove shit. Because unless your match against my boy Clark Duncan is an extreme rules or over the top battle royal match, you haven’t done anything to prove that you actually can hang in the ring with the champ. Or maybe you have but if anyone actually knew your name they woulda watched any match you’ve been in at this point and been able to tell just how good you actually are.

But still, a win at a supershow is still a big win. You’re ready for bigger things now and you did what I did just about a year ago, that you’re almost at the top of the EAW New Breed Division. As for me? I’m reaching the top of Dynasty’s midcard. I have a big match coming up against The Pizza Boy and believe me I’m sweating in worry butttt he’s a concern for some few months later. You know it’s funny, I spent this entire past week preparing to beat the Regulator with Tig Kelly as the eventual opponent I’d have to face in mind but guess things turned out differently, and it’s funnier how the smaller opponent is more cause for worry. I’ll stop talking about The Pizza Boy for now because I’m never one to underestimate my opponents, and the fact that I’m going to be facing you, is definitely cause for concern. Because if I can’t beat the number one contender for the New Breed Championship then what business do I even have being the number one contender for the National Elite Championship?

Beating Regulator was apparently a big deal. Trust me I was in the arena I heard the crowd reactions and it was at least a solid 70-30 in crowd reactions in favor for Regulator. And to be honest, that shit kinda hurts. Again, people don’t want to see me succeed. Of course I have my fans but I still got a lot of haters I gotta prove wrong but believe me, once I tear through every opponent put in my way on Dynasty from this Friday against Dustin Brasch to the inevitable Saturday when I go up against The Pizza Boy for the National Elite Championship, I’m gonna shake off all of the haters. Dustin, you’re a scary guy, all big and intimidating. But so was Regulator wasn’t he? I know I’m better than that tool of a has-been but are you? Because let’s be honest he’s got quite the list of accomplishments and he’s been in some high profile matches, and you’re relatively unproven other than this battle royal. How long have you been here anyways? I’m just saying – beating other New Breed talents is different than going a division up.

I don’t wanna look down on you but so far I don’t have a reason not to. I’m not usually like this, because it’s rare when I need to face an opponent I’m actually senior to. Maybe this is why all the veterans and near-veterans I face act like wise know-it-all cunts, this feels empowering. I’m the number one contender to the National Elite Championship mothafucka, and you’re going for the title I won and trashed in the matter of months. Let’s be honest, should I really be concerned? I don’t think there’s gonna be any competition on Friday – I’m the bigger fish bitch and I’m gonna fucking eat you.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 20th 2016, 12:31 am by **J.D. Damon**

Where. Should. I. Begin? First off, what in the blue hell was up with this year's King of Elite? That punk bitch Gabriel Eden somehow pulled a win out from under me during our semi-final match. But was he even in the actual King of Elite match? Hell no. That son of a bitch gets yanked out of the match days before it even happened. But instead of putting me in the match - the runner up in the semi-final match - they decide to hold a match in which Eclipse Diemos wins. So now we have some weirdo running around wearing a barbed wire crown on the top of his head claiming to be the King of Elite. It's a conspiracy if you ask me. I have told every single person since the moment I stepped my foot in the door of this company that the upper management was against me. They don't like this about me, they don't like that about me. So what do they do? Stick it to me even further by disrespecting me by not allowing me to be in the final match. Whatever. They want to continue to hold me down? They can try all they want, but as long as I have this title in my possession there's not a damn thing they can do about J.D. Damon continuing to rise through the ranks of this company.

And then I have that annoying cockroach Kenny Drake continuing to get on my damn nerves. He wants to continue sticking his nose into my business, getting involved with my matches and attacking me from behind like the scared little bitch that he is?! You see these bruises? You see these cuts?! They may be healing, but this is what that son of a bitch did to me weeks ago. But rest assure, the next time I see him he will wish that his mom had swallowed instead. Hold on, wait just a second... Did I just say "the next time I see him?" Ha! No one is going to see that reject for a very long time. You see, since Mister Drake is just a tad bit psychotic - and when I say tad bit I mean this dude is absolutely bat shit crazy - and talks to a voice in his head, I decided to get one step ahead of our good friend Kenny. I made a few phone calls and had him admitted to a psychiatric hospital for everyone's safety. This guy is obviously on the unstable side and I felt that he was not only a threat to himself, but to everyone around him. So now Kenny can sit in his little padded cell and rot for all I care.

But that is all old news by now. Everyone is talking about a huge blockbuster match that was signed last week by our fearless leader Ashten Cross. A match that is unfortunately being wasted on a weekly show instead of a big event, but shit happens, right? I am faced with the task of going one-on-one with our current reigning Answers World Champion, Mr. DEDEDE. This man has done it all in this industry. World Titles, secondary titles, fastest pie eater contest winner at the Colorado state fair, this guy has done it all! He is the reason why this company is still around today. This guy is a fuckin' Hall of Famer for Christ's sake! But you know what? All of that shit, all of his little accomplishments don't mean a damn thing to me. Most men in my position would be intimidated by stepping into the ring with DEDEDE, but I look at him like he is just another person on my hit list. I heard you DEDEDE; I heard you loud and clear. You admire me? Don't try buttering me up. When I look at you, I see someone who is way past his prime. I see someone who should have hung his wrestling boots up long ago, but unfortunately for everyone you still linger around. Instead of retiring and fading into obscurity, you soak up all of the spotlight - the spotlight that should be for me! Face the facts, DEDEDE, you're done, washed up. You actually think that all of the shit that you spewed about me is going to intimidate me? You think that I am going to back down from this fight? Then you obviously don't know J.D. Damon very well. You asked me if I feel honored to be sharing the same ring with you? Nah, not really. You on the other hand should be the one that feels honored. Honored that I actually take my time to acknowledge you. You see, I am the greatest wrestler that this company has to offer. I don't care if you have the Answers World Championship and I have the Pure Championship, they're just titles. What it truly comes down to is your ability to wrestle. You can doubt me all you want, but when Voltage finally rolls around I will show you exactly what I am talking about. I am going to do what everyone wishes they could do - and that is finally put this old dog out of his misery.

Titles

Maero and Oz sit at a long dinner table. Oz plays with two actions figures and periodically takes a bite of the scrambled eggs in front of him. Maero holds a book in one hand and a spoons cereal into his mouth. Oz stops making fighting noises and talks to Maero with a serious tone.

Oz: “You know, in a way I’m glad you lost to Clark Duncan.”

Maero gags on a piece of cereal before speaking with quiet, breathless voice.

Maero: “Why’s that?”

Oz: “Well, if you’d won you would have to defend the title, and you would have reached your goal right? Plus I don’t want you to be all full of yourself and scary.”

Maero flashes back to the times he thought he was a god. Maero nods and speaks through bites of cereal.

Maero: “I suppose that’s fair, I wouldn’t want to be overconfident,”

Maero pauses and puts his book and spoon down.

Maero: “Still, I learned a lot, Clark Duncan was the most formidable opponent I’ve ever faced. However I was wrong about one thing, I won’t be pushed aside, not today. Even if I have to start from scratch, I’ll have The Sanatorium backing me up. I’m not going to-”

Maero looks over to see Oz playing with his figurines once again. Maero ruffles Oz’s hair and stands to walk away from the table.

Oz: “Where are you going?”

Maero turns to Oz.

Maero: “I’m just going for a walk.”

Oz smiles brightly back at Maero.

Oz: “Okay!”

Maero: “I’ll be back soon.”

Maero winks to Oz, he then turns and walks down the long hallway. As Maero walks down the hallway the lighting turns darker and Maero turns harsher.

Maero: “Erebus… you won’t defeat me and ONI. We are part of The Sanatorium, all of us here have walked through the wasteland you call life, we’ve been to the end and back and we saw the throne of the gods, and it was empty. What we saw was truth, we now fight for those truths,”

Maero turns and walks into a room with three structures hidden under a velvet cloth. Maero uncovers one of the velvet covered things to reveal it to be a marble statue of Eclipse.

Maero: “Eclipse, the King of fear. He knows how fear truly can shape people, whether it be one person or the entire race. He is the salvation so many of us need. Eclipse is the avatar of fear. He has the ability to change minds, and hearts. Just look at ONI,”

Maero removes the second covering to reveal another marble statue, this one of ONI.

Maero: “ONI, the ever changing warrior. He never seems to fight the same way twice. Every time he speaks he seems stronger and wiser. His knowledge alone could end you. He does his research, and unfortunately for you Erebus, this is your second match with him. He now knows every move you make, he’ll know what you’re going to do before you even step in the ring. ONI is surrounded by change, by chaos. ONI is the avatar of Entropy,”

Maero stands in front of the final pillar and sighs.

Maero: “Then there’s me. Even in a house for the outcasts I’m the black sheep. I have looked through the eyes of a god and found immortality a hollow promise. Being alive is the greatest isn’t the weakness some thing, it is nothing but a drive. Greatness feels like nothing if you didn’t bleed to achieve it. I dream of nothing but spilling the Ichor of the greats while my own blood pours from my wounds. Every scar is a natural tattoo that shows how you got this far. I fight for the rush of pain, I fight to feel alive,”

Maero uncovers the final statue, a statue of him in his full plague doctor gear.

Maero: “I am the avatar of life. And you, dear Erebus, have crossed me. I let ONI take the reigns in our last match, but this time I will fight you… and I will win,”

The lights turn off. For a moment there is only darkness. Suddenly Maero appears alone holding a flickering candle, he smiles.

Maero: “We’re going to be on the big screen, and the people won’t be there to watch us fall,”

Maero whispers.

Maero: “Welcome to the freak show,”

Suddenly a bunch of video clips flash by of Maero cutting into some poor soul as well as videos of Maero and Oz playing chess. The final clips shows the man Maero cut open sitting up and looking into the camera, the man appears to be alive. The image switches back to Maero’s smiling face, he whispers.

Maero: “Now scream.”

Maero starts laughing as the scene fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 19th 2016, 11:57 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Silence, I want to give you props for being the only member of team who decided to show up during Battleground but right now I have to talk about our match this coming Voltage. I have to give you props for showing great strength and intensity that you bring during your matches. I have to give you props for showing your two sides to me and the world and know all that respect I was giving you right now was thrown out the window.

Remember when you and your bestie Veena beat me up after our match on Dynasty which I get it, revenge and crap like that is all fair and dandy. But then you try it again this using a distraction thanks to Veena. I think I speak for your fans, why in hell would you join up with Veena. Of all vixens, Veena Adams. I mean what was every other vixen not interested in being your partner. Seriously ladies, she's just one body with two minds.

People would probably just piss themselves just by saying this but I want face the monster, that's the Silence I want to face. I want the Silence that made her presence known when she first arrived in EAW. Silence I'm not going to hype myself because my matches do that for but instead I'm going to give two assignments to complete before our match. Ask Veena, how painful my knee is? And how it feel to tap out to me?Afterwards when you figure it all out then you will be able to have the right to say that “You're going to show all your rage and destruction.” Because I'm not a girl who is scared, I'm a woman and a queen ready to my kingdom by killing a dragon.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 19th 2016, 10:53 pm by **Jacob Senn**

[Darkness fades out as the flickering of the flame is heard, with shadows dancing on the walls, while we are shown the banner of Merek Blackfyre. It flies tattered and a bit scorched hanging beside two swords before the camera transitions over to Merek Blackfyre standing up with a vintage wine in his hands as he stares to the direction of the camera.]

I've made it abundantly clear. My search in this company is for the richest prize known as gold. Gold in my purse, gold on my shoulder, gold wherever I go! Gold is the ultimate motivator of the Salamander. Yet what happens when the opportunity arises for a man, as grand as I, to take that Interwire Championship and claim it to the throne of The Mad King? A disgraceful individual of Mexican heritage who finds humor more satisfactory than the actual prize that he won takes it from the Amazon warrior. I've may have not been here for a long time, and I'm not going to straight up demand that Showdown give me the championship opportunity I seek. I know the chain of command here, I know where my power begins and ends, but I would have figured that Showdown would've realized by now what man they have in their ranks. No, instead I'm stuck with this Zach Genesis character. A nobody, a useless waste of space on the Showdown roster, EAW TO THAT! He's shown that even the resident loser could possibly get one over him, but you decide to place this filth against me? You must have a death wish for this peasant! The black wings of death will descend upon this young man and maybe with his charred carcass displayed on the canvas, maybe then you will recognize that Merek Blackfyre is the true heir to the great kingdom of Showdown and Elite Answers Wrestling! Good day!

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 19th 2016, 9:55 pm by Guest

I’m not ‘second’ on Showdown, I’m number one. What makes Lannister ‘number one’? The fact that he’s the EAW Champion? That title doesn’t make him number one. How can a man who point blanked DUCKED me and my challenge to him for a match at Reasonable Doubt be even in the discussion for ‘number one’? Lannister and everybody else in this company, not just Showdown, but the entire EAW is second to me. Lannister isn’t the true champion of Showdown, I AM. I’m the one main eventing Reasonable Doubt in the biggest match in a very long time. They moved Reasonable Doubt from one location to Ireland because of ME, because I’m the money-maker of this company. I took this Hall of Fame title and actually made it relevant, Jaywalker, Scott Diamond and Cameron Ella Ava never took this title and put it on the highest level. Lannister is the so-called ‘number one’ and yet, he’s terrified to face me, a man who has ALWAYS prided himself on ‘paying his debts’ refused to pay his debt to me and give me what I’ve earned five times over now in a EAW Championship match and yet, I’m still main eventing this show over him. He’s a paper champion who defeated a guy who was injured half of his reign and even then, still needed my help for him to get that title. He knows exactly what I know; that if he had the balls to get in the ring with me and face me one on one for his title, that he would lose and he would lose fast and that is why he is ducking me. That’s why he’s fighting Vic Vendetta at Reasonable Doubt, because he knows he actually has a chance in that match against some guy who might be one of the biggest chokers in the history of EAW. How many times do we REALLY have to go through this entire ‘Vic could be EAW Champion’ thing before we finally give up on this guy? How many times does this guy have to come SO close to finally breaking the glass ceiling above his head before he chokes that we give up? We’ve been going through this entire thing with him since 2011. I didn’t know gaining victories over some bums and teaming with the biggest embarrassment to the Hall of Fame in Kevin Devastation warranted getting a title shot. I didn’t know being one of the biggest failures in EAW history along with Scott Diamond and Cy Henderson WARRANTED getting a title shot over me. I didn’t know never drawing a dime for this company WARRANTED getting a title over me. I didn’t know only being here for three months at a time WARRANTED getting a title over me. We all know the end-result of Vendetta/Lannister, we know Lannister is going to get the easy win because he’s a fake champion compared to me.

‘’BUT DEMON YOU FACED CHALLENGERS LIKE PEOPLE DRESSED UP AS JESUS, BIG E LANNISTER, HADES THE DICKRAISER AND OTHERS, YOU AVOIDED FACING REAL CHALLENGERS FOR MONTHS!!!!! YOU’RE JUST HOT AIR! YOU JUST TALK A LOT WITHOUT BACKING IT UP!’’

And while calling out every single Hall of Famer or person in this company to step-up and face me. Every week, I called them out and DEMANDED they face me. I called out Mr. DEDEDE but he would rather face one of the most overrated people in the history of this company and somebody has NO place being anywhere near the world title in Ryan Savage and Liam Catterson because it’s easier for him to defend his title with people on his real level than face me. I called out Y2Impact but he would rather team up with a woman and defend his tag team title against the likes of JJ Silva, Chris Elite and Ryan Savage, people on his real level than want to face me. Jaywalker would rather come and go from this company whenever it pleases him and fight guys like Jacob Senn, another person who has to be one of the biggest chokers in this company considering how many times he’s failed in title matches, than face me. Jamie O’Hara acts like a pussy and decides to not compete here for over a month as EAW Champion because he has a little injury in his arm. Cameron Ella Ava ‘who never backs down from a challenge’, never asked for a rematch against me after I took her title because even she knows that she can’t get on my level. Every week, I call them out and nobody has the balls to step-up to me and challenge me. Every week, I had open challenges for my title and not one serious person wanted to step-up and face me. I’M the one who had to call out the winner of Jamie vs Lannister and I’M the one who challenged Xavier Williams.

They say I’m all talk but I’m the only one doing any walking around here.

But make no mistake about it, when I go through you in a fast manner, I’m going to get on the first plane to Ireland and then I’m going to end the biggest fraud in the history of EAW and the biggest spin-off of my name, the biggest Dark Demon wannabe that I've ever seen in my life, Xavier Williams, and then I’m going to get Lannister or Vic Vendetta. What honestly makes you think Carlos, that you DESERVE to face either Lannister or Vic after Reasonable Doubt? What have you done to get that? Two straight victories on Showdown? That it? You’re pretty much like Vic Vendetta, aren't you? You’re the choker of this company. You want to talk about how being one step off from being ‘triple crown champion’ doesn't make you a bum but yet you said it yourself, since the last time that we faced off in 2014 – I’ve been more successful than you. I don’t need to go into my accomplishments, because you already know them but you know what HASN'T changed Carlos? You haven’t amounted to anything in this company since we last fought. You’re always on the cusp of breaking out into the world title scene but yet you always fail when it really matters. You ALMOST won Cash in the Vault two years in a row, that’s your biggest claim to fame since we last fought. You’ve won no titles, you’ve done nothing but lose big match after big match, time after time. When is the last time you actually won a match against somebody that mattered? You failed against Lucian Black too many times to count, you failed in the Dynasty Elimination Chamber, you failed against Drastik, you failed in the King of Elite tournament. You see the pattern here, Carlos? You’re always the bridesmaid, never the bride. You have done NOTHING to warrant calling out whoever wins the world title match at Reasonable Doubt, especially after me when I END Xavier Williams. You bitch and moan all the time about how poor old you ‘gets screwed’ over and you ALWAYS got an excuse for every time that you lose, don’t you? What’s going to be the excuse when you lose to me?

‘’Oh I wasn’t ready! I didn’t have enough time!’

‘He got lucky!’

‘That damn referee!’’

Winners don’t make excuses.

CHAMPIONS don’t fail. And that’s why you’re not a champion.

Here’s the thing – I wasn’t even ‘at my best’ when I did what NOBODY could pull off and demolished HBB in two FPV’s in a row and DEMOLISHED Cameron in a triple threat. I wasn’t ‘at my best’ when I went undefeated since November of 2014. I don’t need to be at my best to beat you or be at my best to beat anybody in this company, I call you a bum because you ARE a bum. You don’t need to worry about me ‘being at my best’ because me in second gear is STILL better than you, STILL more complete than you and STILL a better ‘wrestler’ than you. It’s YOU who needs to be at his best if you want to even have a chance at surviving against me. But don’t worry, win or lose, I’m sure you and Lioncross can share your fond ol’ memories of CWF when you actually were good enough to be a world champion and you can boast all you like about beating nobodies like Jason Cage and Clark Duncan! I’m not just the ‘man’ Carlos…

I’m the Greatest of All Time.

Voltage Promo February 19th 2016, 9:27 pm by **Moiz**

Moiz: Uhhhh, I already started winning , even though this just the beginning and I swear this the best feeling

Moiz's Trainer: STOP THIS AND GET BACK TO TRAINING

* Moiz is seen training with his trainer *

* Punching the punching bag as his trainer yells *

Trainer: FASTER .. AND HARDER YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT

*Moiz ignores and continues punching*

Trainer: WHO YOU GONNA HURT WITH THOSE TYPE OF PUNCHES

Moiz: STFU

Trainer: YOU HAVE A MATCH SOON , AS A TRAINER I NEED TO

PREPARE YOU

Moiz: You can't do shit nigga, I train how I wanna train and I'm gonna win my match.

Trainer: MOIZ... Whats getting in to you, I've been your trainer for your entire career and I think i deserve some credit for the great amount of success that you've had

Moiz: Well you've been my trainer for all this time yet still don't know anything about me. Im a fighter on my own, who wont listen to anyone and will give it all to win. You're just my trainer cuz I know your a broke ass nigger that has no one with him so I let you hang around. And don't ever say you deserve credit for my success, I told you already and I'll tell you again, I win on my own did you see how I won my first match I didn't need any of your help bitch.

Trainer: LOOK AT WHO YOU WERE FACING IN THAT MATCH YOU THINK IT'S GONNA STAY THAT EASY. IM THE GUY THAT CAN HELP YOU STAY SUCCESFULL OTHER WISE YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST QUIT.

Moiz: You don't even qualify as a trainer get the fuck out.

* Moiz kicks trainer in gut and takes him down *

* Get's steel chair and repeatedly hits him on his head *

* Spits on his face*

Moiz: Oh fuck, I was getting recorded wasn't I. Goddamn I need to be more aware of getting recorded randomly wouldn't want something to spill...

* Moiz picks up dumbell and starts curling *

Moiz: Well now that you just saw that, I hope it gives you a slightly better understanding of my aggression and how little I care about the people that try to get into my life. I've been with that trainer for like 5 years now, and sure he was a shitty trainer but if he starts talking shit I gotta take him out.

* Moiz takes a sip from water bottle *

Moiz: Speaking of taking people out, I was able to take out my opponents and win my debut match with in 10 seconds. I told you guys, I did as I promised.. I'm getting things interesting quickly. The only problem with my match was that it ended to quickly and you guys didn't have enough to see to be amazed. But that match was a little to easy for me, and I promise to come out even stronger in my future matches. Also on that match, I was extremely happy with that 50k I got cuz boyyy I spent that money like it was my dutyyy... and it was a perfect way to start off my EAW career.

Moiz: Now that my EAW career has officially kicked off, there's no time for slacking cuz I already got put on the card for another match. This saturday im making my debut for voltage babyy. And I can't wait to see my wins double as I slowly make my way up to the top in this fed. So who am I facing this week? The same old jobbers damn, why so many new kids coming the same time I made my comeback. I gotta put an end to their career before it even starts, damn that's harsh. Now luckily for me, some the people I facing this week actually think there good, oh well more fun for me. We got guys like Ryan Young in the house ayyyy have yall seen this guy? Dont kill me, this man is so lanky I could squish him. And theres a bunch of other clowns in this match with some funny ass names which I don't even remember, well that won't matter cuz there name won't be coming up in EAW much any time soon. But if there's one person who I'm really gonna enjoy beating in this match it's that same guy Mr. Vance the guy that I pinned in 5 seconds wow what a wanker. Idk why he's got another opportunity he's just gonna have to cry it out one more time than I guess. But with that being said, I guess I've gotta go back to training.. without a trainer now since I've still got a match to win and I'm not trying to slack off and lose so peace yall.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 19th 2016, 8:40 pm by **TLA**

#ouTLAwz

Awwwwww yeaaaaa… una… vez… mas… it’s yo boi TLA comin’ at you live…

as the NEW EAW Interwire Champion!

And we yolo swaggin’ straight outta the Poon Palace like we do, gonna add some more trophies to the rack. So many racks, so many racks, it like we got a whole city of racks up in here. Cuz yo boi TLA went hard this week… they callin’ La Pantera Sexual… La Pantera Campeon! Cuz I styled on that bitch comin’ in hard while she comin’ up soft, yo don’t even matter how we do it cuz when we do it we do it big. Got that Chuck Scene comin’ on up with that run in, Cam turnin’ that back to La Pantera Sexual like she want some from behind and I just gotta give it to her. Sneak on right up with the Miami Quickness and roll her on up for the 1… 2… 305… cuz as soon as that 3 get counted we goin’ straight to the 05 to party. Yo bitches errywhere, drank errywhere, got diamonds on top of diamonds, this be a real milestone. And y’all thought I was a bad guy…

They say TLA be goin’ over to the dark side, he don’t give no fucks about the people no more… but how he gonna stop givin’ those fucks when he people cross over with him? Nah I ain’t never left no one behind cuz I be loyal. Straight up loyal like Steroid Dawg, always there for a vato when you needs me… and TLA gonna be right there when you needs him at all times cuz you betta believe imma fighting champion. Ain’t there any other kind? Nah nah there ain’t cuz you can’t even call yourself a champion then. So Mexican Samurai wants to come at take a shot at the Franchise then imma hold up this target real nice and let him take that shot cuz I’m generous like that. Just don’t miss tho cuz then it’s my turn and you know imma zero on in on my target, and trust me… tha big dawg always gets it in.

People gonn talk. They always talk and they always talk shit. So they gonna come at TLA like he ain’t the most valuable motherfucker on the planet no matter what nobody says. They gonna act like this a fluke. Believe me I know how this game works. Imma be champ for a year and some homie gonna say it’s a fluke and I ain’t done shit. So fuck them and fuck you cuz we don’t give no damns about your rules. James Shields and all his bitch ass rules what a fucking faggot he is. I give no fucks, I just go hard, and if anyone gets in my way they get dropped. That sound like a rule to you? Nah it ain’t. And if it is imma break it just like imma break everyone’s arm they even get within five feet of yo boi.

Cuz we ouTLAwz. And we live that ouTLAw life. Do you got what it takes to be an ouTLAw? Nah I don’t think you do. I ain’t think you even comprehend what it takes to be an ouTLAw. You gotta go where ain’t nobody gone. You gotta do what ain’t nobody done. And you gotta do it in the way they done told you that nobody could do it. Homies like Jason Cage thought they could play by the rules, kiss ass, be a nice dainty little clean technical wrestler and do you know what happened to him? He ain’t the EAW Interwire Champion. That goes for all the motherfuckers that Cameron Ella Ava beat to prove herself one of the greatest EAW Interwire Champions of all time. But all it took was one flaw… one rule being broken in her game plan to cause her entire world to come crumbling down. All it took was one lil hoppa named Chuck Scene, a blast straight outta her past, to come poppin’ up in her present. Cuz I didn’t even ask Chuck for no help. Nah we still got some beef after I whipped his ass at Pain for Pride last year. But he did help and I ain’t no idiot. I pinned that silicone filled sista to the mat when I got the chance. She want a rematch? She gonna get one. Cuz I would’ve won that whole thang even if she ain’t got distracted by her ex-boyfriend. That goes for anyone who even thinks they want to step to TLA. You want some? Imma bring you some no matter what you motherfuckers want. Por que?

Nuestro nombre es… ouTLAwz… y tenemos CERO MIEDO.

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+ THE SOLEMN HYPNOTIC!

"You know I never really liked the name Angela. She said as she sat in a corner holding and petting a stuffed bear Is it a mockery? So I suppose that you are an “angel” she makes quotations with her fingers yourself? Were your parents so self-righteous and egostatistical they would name you that? You know how some people see things they like, they become so obsessed with it, so infatuated and when they are around said thing, some people sweat, some people bite their nails, no but me? I break out in hives. I itch she raises her hands to her chest as she began to slightly itch herself, she looked uncomfortable and I have an itching for you. All of you. she smiles Every little part. Your body especially. I guess the cat is out of the bag, or is it? Do I like girls? she raises one hand out Do I like men? then putting back one hand she sticks the other out Maybe both? she then sticks out both hands Maybe not. she shrugs Maybe just maybe it’s a fun little mind game for me to play. However you,..you do cause that itching, that skin crawling feeling like a thousand fire ants eat at my skin. she says as her voice raises she shakes her head shaking off that urge to itch I try to fight the urge to itch but it builds up ; the anticipation builds until I snap, I crack i just can’t take it i just have to itch! she scratches her arm without question or without control I don’t like feeling this way , she shakes her head as she stops itching but there is something about you. I’ve seen a lot of girls but none of them give me the feeling you do. It’s almost like on some weird twisted level you have a little power over me.. she then makes a pinch with her thumb and index finger just a smidge. Isn’t it amazing what power can do to some? It can get to their head, give them an ego. Do you have an ego Angela? Oh I think you do, my little angel. she pets the bear once more Shall I worship you? This is all so fun for me, it’s a dream job to cause pain, physical pain to people for fun, all to get the glory the recognition that I know I deserve and worked so very hard for. I know what girls like you think about girls like me. I’m so weird to you huh? I’m a freak.. I’m a nut, I shouldn’t have contact with the human race… my therapist thought the same until I ripped his fucking larynx from his throat chewed it up and spat it on his face! her voice raised as it was filled with anger, she let out that curse word and then as quickly as she got angry she was calm again I watched him choke on his own blood with that gaping beautiful open hole. Don’t tell anyone, she made a "shh" noise as she placed one finger on her closed mouth and batted her eyes they still think he’s missing. she winked The blood was so hard to clean, so much bleach used… her eyes widened look at that we’re even sharing secrets, she clapped with excitement and glee oh Angela what you do to me. Well now.. now he doesn't say that anymore. He can’t say it. she giggled I think i’m just fine. I won’t lie to your face pretty baby girl, I won’t hide it, I’m fucking weird, but I love it. a smile came on her face You see I unlike the history of “crazy” women I never deny it but I embrace that side, it is part of me and hate it or love it .. it is all me. It’s no act. If I married a husband and shot him, there was no stockholm syndrome in me.. she said as she brushed it off I just wanted to hurt him. she whispered and then giggled hugging her teddy bear Are you really “Angelic”.. because every angel has to face the temptation of their own personal darkside; Everyone has to go face to face with their demons at some point. I was Hayley’s demons… Lia? I was her god. I still am. a cocky smirk came upon her face For you my sweet? I am the demon that you cannot face but cannot hide from. Our paths were bound to cross. she nodded"

"I bet you are watching me right now huh? she cocked her head to the side Wondering why does that crazy bitch have a teddy bear? Well.. Angela it’s you. she pushed out the teddy bear into view then brought it to her chest squeezing it It’s my friend. I tell it all my secrets, just like you! I love him and I love you. Can’t you see Angela, I really really don’t want to hurt you. she said pouting her lips However the voices in my head and well the company wants me to get in the ring with you. she twisted her mouth with a dissapointed face I’d rather have you in my bed laying next to me until I decided to lift the sheets and have a mouthful of you. My tongue works wonders you know. she winked as she placed a finger in her mouth and licked the air with her tongue See I can be nice, I can be your friend. however if you piss me off Angela, I may just have to hurt you. I know, you’re thinking, this bitch can’t do shit to me eh? Did you see last week? Did you see how i repeatedly smashed Lia’s head on the steps? she said notioning slamming Lia's face in the steps by using the teddy bear as lea and the floor as the steps It was so fun and I really didn’t like her, but you I like you but if you hurt me Angela, I will stomp on your neck. she smiled Angel’s are supposed to be sweet and guide us, but you are going to guide me to squeezing your neck so tight till your eyes pop out of that head of yours. she said as her voiced raised a little, she squeezed the teddy bear by the neck until she threw it on the ground next to her Then chew those eyeballs up like hubba bubba bubble gum. It’s my faaavorite. she said smiled rocking a bit consider this a warning Angela. Don’t make me play god for you and cast you out of my heaven."

+ MY DAHLIA BATHED IN POSSESSION +

You know, the past couple of weeks have been arguably the most thrilling moments since my return. Who would imagine that an esteemed dickhead like DEDEDE would become the man taken out by someone the fans would least expect. A man who was never capable of challenging men like DEDEDE and yet, here I am. Taking him out so easily, yet there he stands, forcing his words to spell out his name as a god. One has to admit, DEDEDE is a narcissistic prick who thinks that whatever he says is law and that no matter what is issued with his talentless words, it will affect things to his satisfaction, no matter the cost. Except that belief is now only an illusion and DEDEDE is forced to undertake my rules, the law I will lay out for him, which will eventually sacrifice the only thing he loves more than abusing his bitch. You can all credit him as a ‘God’ because in the end, the only people who have the audacity to brand themselves as that iconic word are elitist pricks who paint themselves as men with capabilities that exceed the truth. Then again, DEDEDE defines himself as ‘God’, not only because he thinks his skills surpasses anyone else in EAW History, you could be Banks, Dark Demon, Scott Diamond, you could be the man to personify all their capabilities at once and he will still claim that you are on the level of Hass Johnson, for those who remember him at least. But as I was saying, he not only believes he defines the ultimate package of an EAW Wrestler but he likes to think that his word is right, that whatever comes out of his mouth cannot be wronged and personally, that makes me sick. If there is one thing I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for, it is that he is correct over my desire for the main event spot again. But who doesn’t want to be in the main event of EAW? I know that DEDEDE has never been in the lower leagues before, so he may have to excuse the thirst for glory being demanding on a guy who is trying to climb the ladder but you’re not wrong about my thirst for people to see the world as I see it. But the restrains you hold against me are not a distraction to my focus, if that is what you’re aiming to do to me because I know that sharing the spotlight with me would only be cancerous so you decide to warn me that I am in danger of the untapped potential you have inside you. I guess hitting you with the hammer did you more damage than I thought, which is apparent to what you later try to claim, assuming that my actions were an act to injure you. Once again, the egotistical prick who thinks his word is legit is wrong again. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. I was not trying to injure you, you brainless fuck…I was making a statement to present to you that I do not fall short on damaging you to the point of collapse. Think about it, if I did that to you at Fighting Spirit, you would’ve LOST the championship and then who would be the one labelled ‘fail’? It certainly won’t be me because I will be the one taking that championship, heading home and enjoying mocking those who said I was never going to be a success on my return to EAW. What you need to get inside your head is that I am not trying to come off as some ‘cool’ person that thinks picking on EAW’s greatest legend ever is one of the bravest moves I ever made. I am trying to make a statement, to silence those who are addicted to brand me as a failure and a loser and finally becoming correct over them to be the man who was right about the condition we are forced to suffer under with moronic idiots. You’re quick to say that it isn’t ‘cool’ to pick a fight with DEDEDE but after what I did to you, I am destined to fuck you up to the point where Tarah will be your carer rather than lover. Oh, I am sorry, that was too edgy from me. It is about time that you learnt never to dictate a man’s actions. I will do anything and I mean I will literally go to the most callous routes in this company to not only claim a second world title to my name but to prove to you that there is honesty in brutality. If my actions were dumb, the actions that are to come will be downright retarded.

There will be no limits to what I will do to get to the top, to dethrone you from that crown of superiority that you christen with ignorance. If calling yourself a ‘God’ is not ignorance to you, I’ll be one to consider the fact that you are in relation to the likes of Donald Trump. For too long, people have shadowed my words and felt that I am just a failure of who I was a couple of years ago and I will pleasure them by confessing things have not gone the direction I was expecting. But that is about to take a severe turn because people have been too passionate to celebrate the failure that has followed me for quite some time. But even failure has to end at one point in life and I am gracious enough to say, it will end at Fighting Spirit. I know you are a man that likes to live in his own world and I have spoken about that but even if you somehow, miraculously survive the shambles that alternatively gift you the succession of a championship reign, I will not be one to live in regret. It was either try something that many thought was risky or be hounded by the millions of voices that think they are clever by taking the piss out of what transformed me and I am adequate in my choice because you’re not going to make me irrelevant, nor are you going to take me out permanently. Coming from a guy who many sheep get entertained by just his voice alone, it is quite a clichéd threat you’ve sent to me but not one that will come to fruition, unfortunately for you. But sometimes, you have to live in the reality that shit does not always go your own way, does it? Of course, I will be branded as stupid for believing I will survive your vicious approach but like I said, anyone but you will always be a league below your intelligence, you egotistical, selfish bastard. You’re not a god, you’re just a parasite. You will never, in my eyes, amount to that word. You don’t deserve to be considered a god. Anyone who feels they are wise enough to label you as a god are just people that have no right in being alive. Why should you feel the need to class yourself as a god? I may be a selfish asshole who doesn’t value the life we are surrounded by today but even I wouldn’t equate my name to that of a god. It’s just an opening to egotism and you have always believed yourself to be that, DEDEDE. Which is why I am going to finally silence your egotistical approach come Fighting Spirit, then we’ll see if you still feel the need to call yourself a god?

That is actually an interesting question. What happens WHEN you lose the belt to me? What happens to your name, your thoughts, your approach? Are you still going to have the balls to think of yourself as a god? I would prefer it if you played Mad World whilst you and Tarah slit your wrists knowing that someone you once considered a nobody beat the shit out of you well enough to remove the championship from your ungrateful shoulder but we all know you’re going to jump to the conclusion that you didn’t feel well or some load of crap that people would laugh at me for stating. Personally, I would drop the name before things turn to shit because as soon as you’re beaten, as soon as the person who takes the belt from you leaves that arena and reality has sunk in on you, you’re going to be thrown a hoard of questions that will annoy you. The one thing that will be annoying is acknowledging that I will give you a battle that will test you, force you to exceed the limitations. As unrealistic as that sounds, the truth shall unravel and the opening possibility that DEDEDE will no longer be fit to be champion.

Battleground, an opportunity for redemption for one particular opponent who I dealt with a couple of weeks ago. It may not have awarded me the greatness of victory but I believe my present to him was more rewarding than a victory with zero progression. In fact, I’d like to believe the punishment he endured was more rewarding than a victory against him could hold any day because that day, a statement was made and this week, the depth of that statement will only expand. I have given you the chance to speak your mind, waiting to pounce at the opportunity but I am sick of waiting for a response from a failure of an athlete. My actions when we last fought were unethical but do you think that adds some discouragement as I progress, especially with the imminent match against DEDEDE to take my second world title? My actions were created for a purpose and it did not matter if they were done with victory in my pocket or not. I live by a new creed for people like you, as long as I deal enough damage to my opponent to silence their annoyance that’s purpose is to discourage me, I only care for that purpose itself. Battleground will see you collect more damage than you did last time we faced off. You requested…no, you DEMANDED me to bring you a piece of ruthlessness to weaken the rumours that Liam Catterson could not produce the action his words promised and I think it is fair to say that you underestimated me. You thought deeply that this would be a job that could not be achieved just like the idiots who preach the end of the world occurring and like those theories, you’d have to be dense to believe such prophecies that are delusional but then again, I think we’ve figured that the EAW Universe just can’t stay away from idiocy like the proverbial moth to the flame. It is a good job that this match has been organised for Battleground because now I’d like to imagine that beating you suffered was only a minimal of what I can potentially provide and Battleground will extend the damage you suffered. I am just waiting for you to speak because I found it really interesting how you could berate me so much and yet, what did you achieve in the end? You could say victory found its way to you in the end, like you expected but that wasn’t really a victory unless you live like the scum that finds a 5p coin on the floor and contributes it to his or her collection to wealth. There are two definitions that outline the term ‘Handed Victory’. The alternative term would be to describe how a loser cannot express a secure enough defence to keep him or her from admittance to failure but the term I’d like to refer to is having to hand away victory deliberately so I can tear your world down and show you how wrong you are. Mockery was the key during that week due to how I was unable to retain momentum and it forced not only you to take advantage and slander me but also Ashten Cross, who provoked me to go and grab that opportunity and I did. I made you look like a bitch and it is unfortunate for you to actually come into this match on Battleground because like I said, the beating you took during our match a couple of weeks back was not even close to reaching the tip of the iceberg. It is going to be a painful struggle for you to conjure up not only a defence to excuse you from humility this week but something that actually sounds legitimate coming into this match because if you have the balls to actually assume you have the high ground for this match, I will not only tear you apart during the match itself but I may even find you backstage and give you a sample of your match. Heck, I won’t mind leaking your family’s location and beat the shit out of them until they scream for you to save them so it can register in your dampened mind that you do not have any leverage over me, so if you are taking your time putting together a threatening message to reach to me in preparing for our match that looks optimistic for you, revaluate your choice of words and accept that I am going to tear you worse than what transpired on Voltage a couple of weeks back. Success is a desire only the strong can control and that is why your challenge will not be for the World Championship at Fighting Spirit. You are an irrelevant nobody who wants people to keep believing that this is 2011, that thought will never die until you come to terms that you’re nothing in this company, you will never achieve the greatness I have shown and that will continue to be the fact until you decide there is little purpose for you in this company. The only salvation for you is if someone actually cares for your existence in this company so I would prepare for an incoming devastation that will see me destroy you not only mentally but physically, where you can be the lighter representation of what DEDEDE will suffer.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 19th 2016, 5:36 pm by **Carlos Rosso**

EAW.Com/EAW Network Exclusive!

Rising Tide Preshow/Showdown Special Remarks from Carlos Rosso

(In a broadcast table sitting near ringside, Max A Million is sitting in for the regular Dynasty Commentary team as the Tokyo Dome steadily fills to capacity around him.)

Max A Million: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to this EAW.Com and EAW Network Exclusive leading up to the special presentation of Dynasty Super show: Rising Tide here in the legendary Tokyo Dome. We’d like to take this time to remind you of other EAW programming heading your way this weekend, starting here in Tokyo of course with Dynasty but a special Sunday Doubleheader with Voltage at its regularly scheduled time on TNT and a live Sunday edition of Showdown on the USA Network. The main event of that card features a man who was no stranger to big events on Dynasty and no stranger to the Tokyo Dome: Carlos Rosso. With remarks on his huge non-title match against the EAW Hall of Fame Champion Dark Demon, here’s Carlos….

(The picture fades to Carlos Rosso standing by dressed in a purple pinstripe suit and tie, nothing behind him but a black background.)

Carlos: One thing, that I have to say first of all is that I have to tell all my fans in the Land of the Rising Sun Gomen Nasai for not being there myself. I know a lot of you all bought tickets hoping to see me live and in person but situations change, things change in life. That’s just the way it is. Hopefully Drastik doesn’t pull his panties up and decide to quit again and maybe you all may see someone kick his ass. Dynasty and Japan in their own ways still have a presence in my heart but my mind and my desires to earn World Championship status have taken me to Showdown. What a situation I find myself in at this particular moment! We’ll get to the big match I have with a great wrestler in a little bit but I have one brief public service announcement for one Chris Elite:

I’m gonna tell ya one time and one time only. You’re not the face of ANYTHING where Carlos Rosso is around, my friend. I’m a headliner, a main event player, top contender, whatever cliché you wanna throw at it. You? You couldn’t draw a dime if I gave your skinny ass a sketching pencil and some paper. So just remember, with whatever you have planned to show you’re the FACE of Showdown, just remember that the end of the day, the face that millions of people across the world are looking at RIGHT NOW is the FACE of Showdown and will be for the forseeable future.

And now, the agenda of this occasion. The black background may not give it away, but I’m already here in Las Vegas. The Sin City…Lots of Money, lots of liquor, all that. It’s MY kinda town. For the last two weeks, I’ve been going through the motions. Exhibition matches for a wrestler of my talent level. The only opponent that I’ve had so far that I have the slightest bit of respect for is Aria Jaxon- that little lady has more guts and you-know-whats than most of the men I’ve ever been in the ring with. She has disappointed me so far only by not showing up at the hotel to ride the Lightning, if you would, but that’s another subject for another day. All respect to Lioncross, a great wrestler, a former great CWF Champion like myself, but I’m tired of the exhibition matches. I’m tired of the matches I have been a part of not having any real meaning! That ends on Sunday, doesn’t it Demon?

The Tag Team Champions of the World, Drake and Jones, they say they’re looking for competition. One of them, by his own words, took a look at me and LC together in that ring and said “Hey, we may have some now, brother.” I’m not going to throw out any challenges, but I want it to be known that I think it’s ridiculous that two boys think they just team together and LOSE to me and the Crossed Lion and think “I GOT IT! WE DESERVE A TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH!” YOU DON’T DESERVE A DAMN THING! I don’t like Drake and everyone in the GALAXY knows I can’t stand the sight of Jones, but I’ll give those two cornballs credit: They won the most prestigious tournament in EAW’s History as far as tag teams are concerned, and then they beat the Mercenaries, two more people that I don’t give much of a damn for but have immense respect for, the LONGEST REIGNING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS IN EAW HISTORY….and now you, Jason Cage and Clark Duncan, think YOU are ready for that challenge? I DON’T THINK SO, PAL! You two need to step to the rear of the line and let grown men, men who know what it’s like to be champions, REAL champions, take the helm. Those champions deserve a match worth their time, not two cornball Young Boys who don’t know their ass from a hole in the damn ground. I don’t know what Lioncross thinks about it, but as for me…it wouldn’t hurt my feelings to hold the Unified Tag Team Championship one more time.

All that stuff going on right now pales in comparison to the task ahead of me on Sunday Night though. You know, a few years ago, I was in a CWF…that’s Classic Wrestling Federation to those of you who are too young to remember such a thing, locker room and I saw this young, kinda chubby Irish kid roaming about. We were actually decent friends for a while and then he left for EAW. While things didn’t translate into much success for him between the blue ropes of my old home, he’s done everything right here. World Champion, Hall of Fame Champion, former leader of the Demon’s Council, so many other accolades and accomplishments that I’ll probably forget em all if I tried naming him. Dark Demon, as much as it aches my beating heart to say it: Other than Lannister, on Showdown, YOU ARE THE MAN.

Let me repeat that for you in case you just spat out your Guinness watching this: YOU ARE THE MAN.

You’re a fighting champion and a great champion and the respect that I have for you will endure regardless of the result on Sunday night.

HOWEVER….

You have the nerve to call me a BUM? You post pictures that I took for ESPN magazine, THE ONLY EAW STAR THEY CALLED FOR THE BODY ISSUE, BY THE WAY, and make fun of me? And on top of that, you post a picture of me inebriated and make a few jokes about it and laugh…. you think that’s a real smooth operation, don’t ya?

First of all, I didn’t realize that being one step short of the EAW Triple Crown is bumming around. I’ve won a lot of titles outside of EAW too, so why are you acting like you’re going against Chris Elite, Mexican Samurai or Jason Cage? You’re going in there against a man who has been doing this wrestling thing for a long, LONG time and you know, despite the dirt that’s constantly being shoveled down on my coffin prematurely, still alive and kicking.

You are right about one thing though: You have done more than me since the last time we met one on one in the squared circle. You yourself were Champion of the World and I was able to get the job done. A lot of things have changed. You have had your legendary career. Being the greedy man you are you want more and nobody understands greed better than I do. I could retire right now and most people would say to me “Hey Carlos, you had a great career man! You have nothing to be ashamed of! Welcome home!” …..

But I’m not done yet.

You see, I want to know what it feels like, tastes like, smells like to be EAW Champion one time. You’ve had that moment in time and I’ve not yet. You want to use ME as a stepping stool to the title and I want to use YOU as the same. You said on Twitter the other day that you saw me sweating. Yes, I am. But NOT because I’m nervous. Do you know how excited I am for this opportunity right now? Think about it! YOU HAVE THE BIG POSTER! THE BIG FIGHT WITH XAVIER AT REASONABLE DOUBT! HALL OF FAME TITLE ON THE LINE! EVERYTHING TO LOSE…. The Final Chapter.

Me?

I don’t really have an opponent yet for Reasonable Doubt. I’m just hanging out, biding my time until after RD where I can challenge whomever wins that Vendetta/Lannister match. I can concentrate on you with laser-like focus. I’ve already watched all the tape I want to; I’ve trained my body to peak physical conditioning. I’m ready. I just want to know how focused are you?
Before you come at me saying “HOW DARE YOU SAY IM NOT FOCUSED!” or “I DON’T NEED TO FOCUS ON YOU!” …let me continue. You went to WAR with Mexican Samurai at King of Elite. I’ve seen a lot of brutal matches but the way you two went to war was something special that I was privileged to see with my own two eyes. But…you lost. And hey, I’m not pointing fingers and laughing, I lost that night too. Drastik, as big of a crybaby he is, is a good wrestler who got lucky with a referee not stopping a match when he should have and picking up the win after that. I’m just asking you that because I need to know am I still getting the Hall of Fame Champion on Sunday night or am I getting a guy who’s nervous about his title situation, who may be feeling vulnerable right about now. I don’t want you struggling to focus. I want you to be ready. I want all the focus, all the intensity. I WANT THE GUY WHO NEARLY ENDED THE CAREER OF HEART BREAK BOY! I WANT THE GUY WHO BEAT THE HOLY HELL OUT OF CAMERON ELLA AVA! I WANT THE GUY WHO HAS TURNED BACK EVERY CHALLENGER TO DATE FOR THE HALL OF FAME CHAMPIONSHIP!

(As Carlos is screaming into the camera, he pulls off the jacket of his suit and throws it to the ground.)

YOU MAY THINK ALL YOU WANT THAT IM A BUM BUT IM BEGGING YOU, PLEASE CONTINUE TO THINK LIKE THAT! PLEASE KEEP INSULTING ME! PLEASE FLAUNT YOUR SUCCESS IN MY FACE! PLEASE FLAUNT THE POSTERS, THE TITLES, THE LADIES, ALL OF WHAT YOU’VE GOT RIGHT NOW IN MY FACE! WHY? BECAUSE IM HUNGRY! I WANT EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE RIGHT NOW! I WANT TO BE WHERE YOU ARE ON THE TOTEM POLE! AND IM NOT GOING TO DO IT BEING SOME SPINELESS CORPORATE JACKASS EITHER! IM GONNA BE CARLOS GODDAMN ROSSO, THE RED ANGEL, THE MOST COMPLETE WRESTLER WALKING GOD’S GREEN EARTH TODAY! AND GUESS WHAT? IN LAS VEGAS, BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY, PRETTY LADIES, MGM GRAND, IM GONNA BE CARLOS DAMN ROSSO ALL NIGHT LONG!

(As he continues to scream Carlos rips his shirt open, buttons flying off in various directions.)

OHHHHHHH IM READY! IVE BEEN READY SINCE THEY SAID WE WERE GOING TO HOOK IT UP ONE MORE TIME! YOU HAVE CHANGED! I HAVE CHANGED! THE SHOWS WE’RE ON HAVE CHANGED, BUT ONE THING IS GONNA REMAIN THE SAME AS IT WAS THOSE TWO YEARS AGO, WHEN THE POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCES ARE OVER AND WE GET IT ON IN ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS ARENAS IN THE UNITED STATES, YOU ARE GOING TO LOOK UP AT ME FROM THE FLAT OF YOUR BACK, AND YOUR NAME IS GONNA GO BACK ON THE LIST WITH ALL THE DOUBTERS AND NAYSAYERS WHO DON’T THINK I CAN STILL GO!

………. Whew…. Showdown, Sunday Night Special, Las Vegas. We’re not getting preempted by some stupid Dog Show this week. Demon, bring your A game. That’s all I want. I don’t want or need your respect. I don’t need that Hall of Fame title. I just want you at your best. And for YOUR sake I hope you are because if you’re not, you’re not going to make it to your big homecoming intact.

CARLOS ROSSO IS NUMBER ONE…….

Dark Demon, for all your titles and glory…. You will be Number Two….

AGAIN!

You know your tactics aren't letting you down when each sentence you throw gets a billion words worth of denial from your opposition. You know you have someone's ass backed in the corner when she doesn't have any intellectual, thought-out response to the pressing matters thrown at her, but instead she just rambles on and flaps her infected gums, making trivial statement after trivial statement in hopes something will stick and make sense enough for someone to fear her, but in all honesty, the only thing it does is make one wonder: What kind of drugs is this bitch on this time?

Yes, Cailin, I know vixens want to come face to face with me with the glittering hope of making a name off of me and a promise to defeat me without ever realizing the consequences that come with that death wish. Yes, Cailin, you are not the same person from a few months ago, and this time, you actually have something useful to offer to this clusterfuck of a group so as to not anymore be seen as the same pathetic fool who provides no contribution to her team whatsoever than dance around like a fucking cheerleader while her friends are too busy getting their asses handed to them by Hexa-gun. Jesus Christ, I don't even know what direction this is going in, or if you're just dancing around in circles with this same tired repetition, the same sorry excuse, the same played out threats, when we both know you're just waiting for your inevitable defeat because you are way too fucking distracted doing your damnedest to convince me and everyone that you are actually capable of moving a big sturdy rock on your own when you couldn't even find the strength to pick up a tiny brittle stone! You are a pathetic excuse for a vixen, just like the rest of them, and no matter how you try to reach the stars and shine like the rest of us, no one can deny that the only reason you're even allowed to breathe the same air and compete in the same arena as I do is the mere fact that you hold a Championship, granted that only those who are equally as brain-damaged as you are, the people who can endure dealing with your moronic nature, are the only ones who actually take interest in taking it from you. No one can ever take away the fact that the reason you even have the right to be in the same ring as I am, is because some people foolishly believe that you'd be the one who can stand as a match against me, one who could put an end to my reign of terror, enough to put me to an early grave, acting as if others haven't tried. You may have the drive, but not the strength. You have the will, but never the way. You aren't mentally nor physically prepared for a fighting battle against the Heart Break Gal, and why? Because anyone can see you are easily disoriented by even the smallest of surprises, any trick on my sleeve that would catch you off-guard, all because you are that one person who seems to think that everything she does is an act of justice, even though she can clearly see that others have already robbed her blind before she even realizes it. I take advantage of every situation in front of me, Cailin, you know that damn well. I focus only on my goals. And when you think you're safe and happy, when you think that you have taken me out for good once you manage to shed a little blood on my forehead, I'll just spring back up and let you taste the heel of my boot just to say you couldn't have been more wrong. I make certain that when you are dealing with me, one way or another, you will always be the loser of the situation. That is why I'm always two steps ahead, while you fall on your ass wondering what went wrong. That is why no matter what happens, people will still see me as someone who stands above you, and I don't even need a goddamn Championship to prove my greatness. I still could present myself with pride and honor, walking the hallways like a damn rockstar with the poise and passion for this business that no one else has. And I could say the same thing about the rest of my teammates, I could say the same for Eris LeCava. I see her as the future of the Vixens Division standing before you as the Vixens Champion. I see her as the best friend who doesn't need to step on my toes just to validate herself. She can fend for herself. She is capable of standing on her own and that is why I rely on her, that's why I ever rely on anybody for that matter despite my distrustful nature. I wish that one moment you could open your eyes and see that I never pick my teams at random like this "Team Cross" pretty much has been, and I place my trust only in those I'm entirely sure will deliver. I wish for once you would grow up and realize that no matter what you do, you just pale in comparison to myself or Eris, despite the fact that you practically debuted right before her and she has accomplished far bigger and better things than you have in that short amount of time, instantly killing Madison Kaline's hype. Because really, what the hell have you even done, Cailin? What happens if Sheridan gets the ultimate upset over you come Showdown and you come to Reasonable Doubt empty handed with no match to participate in? You'd become nothing but a blip on the radar, your appeal would vanish in an instant, your star that was once shining brilliantly would take a dim nosedive and blend into the lonely darkness. What happens the moment you realize that without the Specialist Championship, you instantly transform into an invisible metahuman to fans you mistakenly thought would support you through anything? How will you sleep at night and muster the strength to fight when all you're concerned about are listening and spreading rumors you hear and every lie you've been told just to remain relevant in your otherwise plain pathetic existence? Sure, you can try to climb back up. Sure, you can convince yourself that you learn from every loss, but what happens when you realize how completely worthless and incompetent you've been and there's no picking yourself back up no matter how hard you try? The glamour and fame fades before you've even gotten the chance to truly appreciate what you had, and suddenly you're back to square one.

So what now, Cailin? You intend to shut me up after everything that's been said? You're gonna tell people how much you dislike Hexa-gun because HBG said nasty things that you didn't like? Why don't you go cry in the corner because your emotionally fragile self couldn't handle the heat thrown back at you because of your own stupid decisions? Why don't you go ahead and tell me more about how you're not the same person I faced a few weeks back who couldn't even hold a candle to the competition? I have said this probably over a billion times, but let me say it once more and let it serve as a warning: You're not the only one who changes with time, Cailin. You're not the only person who has suffered. And to me, you're still the same ignorant little bitch who thinks the world revolves around her, proving it with a complete disregard for her role in Team Cross to instead settle her own personal vendetta. You take any opportunity just to, for once, taste your sweet victory over me, when we both know I've been leaping and jumping forward long before you even learned how to take your baby steps to move around in this industry. I am not a perfect diamond, Cailin, but I could stand among them and nobody would be able to tell the difference. I could take one step forward, recite song lyrics and pass it off as my own words and people will still be looking at me, awe-inspired. I place no important on anybody's streaks, only records and history are what matters. I only support claims that are backed with evidence. I only make educated predictions. And I do not rely on faith enough to believe what I don't see. And do you know what I see right now from you, Cailin? Nothing but empty threats. Nothing but hollow promises. Nothing but "bold" insults to make yourself feel like a million bucks in an attempt to make me taste my own medicine, when you're only honestly appearing as a pitiful tryhard in doing so. But most of all, you've made a big mistake assuming I even care the slightest about your presence, your limited understanding or anything you have to say, and I assure that though you're not really worth my while, I intend to defeat you in this match not to settle scores, but to send a message to Ashten Cross that Voltage will soon be Hexa-gun property. Especially thanks to Cailin Dillon...

Don't ever mistake my ambitiousness with the inability to adapt. I don't shun change, but I only ever embrace it when it's in line with the principles and beliefs that I stand for. It's never about fear of what's new and embracing the old ways, it's about crushing an existing empire to build a better, stronger one under Hexa-gun's terms. If you fight for no cause, you fall for anything a snake oil salesman tells you, and that's where the lines blur between you and me, Cailin. You blindly accept whatever circumstance you find yourself in no matter how disadvantageous, you come to the stage with your arms open even when you know damn well how much you're looking like a fool blindly following people's orders like a fucking maid. But I was never built like you, Cailin, I don't just accept things as they are, I work my way around distressing ordeals, I risk everything just to find my way out. And even when things are out of my control, and you find me barely standing in the puddle of my own blood, I will keep on breathing just to fight again tomorrow.

So pick another dimension. Pick another lifetime. Pick another alternate universe. Because in this world, in MY world, I fight till my last breath to ensure my goals are realized and things go exactly my way. And I've no doubt in mind you'll witness exactly that starting Voltage.

Showdown #4

I spent a little time yesterday, waiting for you to go off on your tangent. I admit I was impressed with the little show you put on with that cutout. Your post-wrestling career in making crazy-ass porn on the international market should be pretty huge for you. But let me get back on track, something you have a lot of trouble doing. You continue to obnoxiously blow this trumpet about how you’re the best in the world and the most talented and all this useless garbage you think everyone wants to hear so much more than anything else. You admonish me for apparently trying to be the savior of the division and then switch courses only to build yourself up as a hero in the same message. I’m not the savior of the Vixens. Do I like to see the division competitive? Obviously. But at the end of the day, everyone has to save themselves from their own problems. I’m not here holding anyone’s hand and guiding them. And I’m certainly not delivering motivational speeches to the masses. That’s not even my style. This has just been me to you, all week. Just like your message of ignorance is directed at me, my message of truth is just to you.

Firstly, you’re not individual. Everything about is something I’ve seen before, something I’ve heard before and something I’ve faced before. For example, you know who else is spending a great deal of this week calling her self the best, most talented wrestler in the world? Madison. Where’s Madison’s title right now? Why isn’t she a champion? Because just like you, she’s totally full of herself. And that’s where the delusion exists. It’s not the same delusion that you illustrated, you rolling around with a cardboard cutout of me. The delusion rests completely with your belief that you’re better than everyone else. You aren’t. Yet you show up here and say this place was shit without you, the past doesn’t exist, it’s only this German future we all have ahead of us as we watch you march the whole locker room into formation. But the reality is you’ll spend this week talking a big game, you’ll drive home your points behind the idea of German Efficiency and then you’ll end up losing. All because you came into a match with a champion, one you labeled as a paper champion, and expected me to be some kind of slouch that’s just lazily lugging a title around. I’m not on borrowed time, but your whole gimmick is. It’s not that hard to be different. There are ways to win matches without giving the same reason every time. If all it took to win a match was to say you’re better than the other person, this place would be a lot different than it is. You just come across as ignorant is all. I’m glad you’ve been able to beat the girls you have, congratulations on that I suppose. Maybe you did beat them because you were better than them. But the way you talk about it, I would have expected you to come out of those matches a little les torn up. I mean Vanessa Holiday truly is trash, but she left you black and blue and dripping red. If she can do that to the best in the world, imagine what I’m going to do with you. It will be the stuff of your deepest, darkest nightmares. But I’m not fake. This is who I am. I’m the one that will talk the talk right here throughout the week and then walk the walk when we step in that ring. I’m telling you that this will be a war that will end with me kicking your ass, and I mean that. It’s not just superlatives and bullshit. Not an empty promise either. It’s not me trying to motivate myself into believing I will dismantle you. I’ve seen you fight and I know you aren’t half as talented as most of the stock around here. To try and prove your point you need props, you need to run us through so many of your emotions. You have to sit and speak to us while you’re drying your hair after a shower. You need us to know that you just worked out so we expect that you’re taking this so, so seriously. No one needs that from me. Everyone knows I’m on my game and I’m not about to suffer a letdown. You need me to be the most cancerous individual on the whole roster to be motivated, you do that. But when you try to administer that cure and it fails, and you get infected with a devastating, humiliating loss, don’t go making excuses. You’ve made your bed this week, and now you’re about to lay in it.

To call me a paper champion is just pure ignorance. You are the same woman that would defend your performances in matches in this places as reason to believe you are the best, only to turn around and say I’ve fought no one. There have been tremendous challenges for the Specialist title, you just can’t get your mind past the fact that Angela Salvetti got a shot at it. This title isn’t worthless, it’s different. That’s why it gets defended all the time. A paper champion would stand behind one win and just hide with the title. They would be scared of challenges. I embrace all the challenges and I remain a fighting champion. What makes me so paper thin as a champion then? Is it because you don’t like the challengers? Why would I care what you think? You aren’t the first Vixen who has challenged for this title around the premise they you think you’re better than the previous challengers. Yet you’ll end up like the rest of them. Aria would beat you. Raven Lee would beat you. And here’s one that will hurt you because you hate her so much, Haruna would destroy you. But you believe that you are the pivotal challenger. You think that you are better than any who have ever come before. Are you talented? Hell yeah you are. Are you better than me though? Not a chance. Your opinions are all biased. You call yourself stronger, more talented and this perfect beautiful creature. I think that’s all up for debate and will be decided where many battles have before, inside that squared circle. Except I only see it turning out one way, and not even close to the way you see it. You’ll bring your already bruised and beat down body from the fight with Vanessa, hilarious, into this match and I will just add more wounds for you to sit on the sidelines and heal from. In a month or so, you’ll get a chance to prove you are the best among a group of Vixens in the Vixens cup. Not only will you not win, you’ll be eliminated alarmingly early. Maybe your loss to me won’t be the breaking point when you realize you don’t possess the same German Efficiency and ingenuity has that made your country so powerful in so many industries. But by the time you find out just how ordinary you really are, you’re going to be completely crushed.

Your lack of common sense has little to do with your performance in the ring. You can find someone as dumb as a box of rocks and run them through a brick wall. But it’s obvious you lack it with the directions you go and the things you say. In your mind all you have to do is compare someone to a whore and you mentally wreck them. All you have to do is make dead mom jokes and you will break their will. In reality it just makes you look petty and weak. Stupid even. If all you can do is make sex jokes and say you’re better than everyone else, than you’re going to fail hard. The fact with this title is that it doesn’t have a traditional hierarchy for challengers. You don’t have to work your way up. The challengers can include anyone from long time vets to future hall of famers, to pipsqueak, bitch ass rookies like you who think they have the whole wrestling world in their hands. But this is your wakeup call. Days ago you challenged me by saying I don’t understand the people you faced in your past and the challenges you’ve fought. This time you have discounted the whole history of EAW before you, because you’re obviously such hot shit. You got that test with Vanessa and you survived it. This isn’t about surviving and advancing this time. This is about you reaching for everything you have and seeing if that shot is good enough. It isn’t though. You’ll take that best shot and you’ll miss wide to the left. I’m not playing a game though. I’m not playing around. I will take you out and I will raise this title high above you, still in my hands where it belongs. And this isn’t an ego thing. This isn’t about me inflating that ego you like to spend so much time talking about, even when yours is bigger than mine. This is just about beating an asshole and sending her on her way. While you call yourself perfect and risk how much you’re about to get exposed, I’m telling you straight up that I have flaws. You have them too. Your flaws don’t have to make you weak though, except when you pretend you don’t have them. And that’s your downfall. I know I’m arrogant and stubborn, and I know I make mistakes. I embraced those and other flaws long ago. That’s where it turned the corner for me in EAW. Those who were reluctant to put in the work to get stronger, embrace their weakness and accentuate their strengths have stood still while I’ve gone right past them. While I have sprinted past them and kept moving forward. The difference is I’m not just content with stopping here. I’m not going to settle for this spot. There are easily double the amount of Vixens now as there were when I first came here. We had a 16 Vixen tournament that featured every girl on the roster. Now we’re talking about a Vixens cup that will leave people out. Maybe you should be left out of it just to save your sanity.

Rainbows and unicorns, this is a real theme for your childlike mind this week. It probably comes as a shock to you that I don’t see the world as al rainbows and butterflies and unicorns. I’m not into that shit at all, actually. I grew up around wrestling. I love wrestling. Just like you aid, it’s an art and that mat is my canvas. That’s where I do my work. That’s where I make my masterpieces. This week I have one planned with much more crimson than I usually deal with. Not of my own accord, mind you. Yours has a certain “perfect” quality that the mat needs to see. I can imagine it not. Smeared red across different areas of the mat, a near lifeless body laying in a heap in the middle of the ring, her blond locks standing out from her red outfit as they string out in different directions. Her bright blue eyes open and staring straight up into the air as her chest rises slowly, up and down. And standing there next to her, the Specialist champion herself, me, raising the title up in the air and looking down on the failed challenger with a smile from cheek to cheek. That sounds like one I’d like to have right there in my apartment. A conversation piece really. People will come in and say, who’s that, I don’t recognize her. I will laugh softly and tell them the tale of the girl that arrived in EAW, an import from Germany. She came in like a shiny new BMW and left like a broken down old Volkswagon. She came in promising German Efficiency, and she left with more and more failed promises. I’d tell them you were a fun one though, and they’d ask how. It’s simple, she took all the worst parts of the Vixens that were already there when she showed up, merged them into one person and then added in a little German flair. Ah, now they’d get it. Not much more to say about her past that. But past the painting, I want to go back and explore this cardboard cutout thing you did for a moment. I’m sending you a therapist. They have this doll they’ll show you. They will point to it and then you’re supposed to let them know where the bad people touched you. It’s a whole ordeal, don’t worry about it. You’ll survive it. I used to think Eris LeCava was individually crazy. I mean she has her moments where she’s perfectly fine, too. But then you did this, vintage Eris. Your trick is to just copy someone else and try and make it your own? I mean, it’s whatever. If that’s your thing, I encourage it. Just let me know if you need me to send you a couple Cailin Dillon dolls to play with. I know Eris really appreciates the ones I bought her. I didn’t expect you to care about me. You made it clear that you care nothing about me. Except for when it was unclear and you do care about me because I’m this huge accomplishment for me and everything. You act like this is nothing and I’m nothing, except for when you change course and it’s a big deal and it shows that you are a big deal if you win. The funny thing is how you act like I’m such a failure. You tell me how I’ve accomplished nothing. But beating me is such an accomplishment for you. I wasn’t brought in to magically motivate people like you say, and this division is far from the joke you believe it to be. The real joke in everything, is that you have come in as an outsider to the best company in the world and pretended that you are both better than everyone else and too good for it at the same time. So truly then, what is it Sheridan? What’s your real goal here? Because you won’t be this hungry lion climbing to the top. You don’t even have the humility it takes to be a lion. They are hungry and humble. You are starved and stupid. You are a hyena. You will stumble into this match with gold in your eyes and trip right back out of it with nothing but a missed opportunity to your name.

You agree with me on something I saw frequently. We can spend this whole week trading verbal spars, but it’s going to mean very little if we can’t back it up in the ring. I ensure you that I can and I will. I’ve never once said a match is decided in the week leading up to it. I did mention that someone can be crushed mentally. Neither of us are those kinds of people, though. I’m too stubborn to let something get to me so much that it ruins me. You just don’t understand half of what we’re doing here. For you this time period is an excuse to open up your big mouth and vomit all your thoughts into one place for the world to see. What they really see is someone swallowing as much as they can from their competitors, and trying to somehow become the best version of all of them combined. It doesn’t make you look better than anyone else, it makes you look like a fool. I have let you spend your time barking out your unproven credentials all week long, knowing in fact you will be proven wrong on all the ones that matter. You can have the beauty, I’ll take the fact that I will be the one coming up victorious. You believe yourself to be more talented than me? Then why will I beat you? Why will I make it look so easy? You come across as an over confident robot, yet you’re so rusty in your own craft. All you are is a catchphrase that wants more money. You’re not going to accomplish anything here but getting a paycheck. If you’re doing this for the money, you’re in the wrong business. We aren’t walking millionaires. We make our money and take war wounds along with it. And to be flat out honest with you, I think they pay you more than you’re worth. But in part of your hatred you compare me to the rest of the division by talking about social media selfies and bitching about each other. Alright, so point out all the time I spend wasting my time on the feed. Oh yeah, that’s not what I do. I can’t be compared to them. Because this is one of the things I agree with you on. So many Vixens here are spending their time hashing it out over twitter rather than just bashing each other’s heads in when they get in the ring. That’s not what I’m about. But they aren’t a cancer, they just aren’t as focused as you or me. And they aren’t all like that, it’s about as accurate as you put it — right at half. I don’t care about motivating any of them. I just want to beat them and send them back to the drawing table. I’m not trying to motivate anybody through words, it will be by actions. It will be by letting them know how far they have to go if they want to be a champion. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a long way to go, too.

I want to defend this title to anyone who wants a shot. You wanted a shot and they made you face a gutter slut to get. You won, so this is your shot. I’m happy for you. You did your job. Here’s a cookie. But now you have to go to work. Because I’m not Vanessa Holiday and I’m not Rey Shamez and all the girls you have faced before. This is a new challenge for you. You believe you’re better than me? Well boom, pow, surprise mother fucker, I think I’m better than you. Welcome to the world we live in. It’s 2016 and this is a competitive sport. If you don’t think you will beat an opponent, get the fuck out and go somewhere else. This is EAW, this is where the best are at. And even among the best, there are divisions. You know what, maybe you are above the normal cream of crop that they have to offer by being more mediocre, but you still have more to prove. It’s clear to me that what you would like to be is a paper champion yourself. You want to try and take this title from me, force a rule change that you couldn’t possibly enforce if you wanted to and then sit fat and happy about your golden throne while you deem every challenger ineligible so that you don’t have to worry about losing. You’re insecure. I’ll take on anyone who wants a piece of me. That’s how secure I am in the belief that I will win no matter the challenge.

But you’re oh so right about me, I sit in bed getting off about every single word you say. God it just turns me up to fucking 11. You just know how to turn me on baby. I know you say you don’t feel the same way, but I can tell you want to get those grubby paws of yours on this body and see if we share the same heat for each other. Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance on Showdown. Finally I’ll let you try to run your hands all over this body and see if you want to extend it to more than a test drive. But that’s when this deluded fantasy of yours will be snapped. That’s when all these grand dreams you have will come to a quick end. It shouldn’t have even come to this point this week, but you’ve got me so excited now. Oh I can’t wait to get my hands all over you Sheridan. I can’t wait to rip your fucking dreams right from your throat and see the way you toil about when you realize you walked right into a nightmare you weren’t remotely prepared for. Showdown won’t be the night German Efficiency takes the Specialists title. It will be the night everything comes crashing down around you. This will be a night you never forget, Sheridan. No matter how hard you try to get over the pain of this loss. It will haunt you forever.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 19th 2016, 1:35 am by **Regulator**

Your claim to fame at this point is being the New Breed Champion. Championship Gold is Championship Gold…don’t get me wrong. But you’re going to have to come a little harder than that my brother. I don’t give a damn if you won the world title in your debut match, which I'm sure you would of never had the capability to do anyway, you’re still a rookie in my eyes. That fact that you think I didn’t even deserve to be a champion is also redundant. I want you to go to some of the vets in the locker room that was around during the Rise of Regulator and ask them how it didn’t take any time whatsoever to get to the top of the mountain. Within a year, I was world championship contention. Already dominated the mid card and tag team ranks, it wasn’t long before I knew I was going to get called up to take on a bigger role. You could wash my under wear or lace up a pair of my damn boots so contrary to what you believe, you better tighten up. The art of perfecting what’s known as a wrestling match is such a beautiful thing…especially when it’s done right. I’ve been kicking ass in record time the past month or so because of the talent that’s been put in front of me. Why waste my hard earned time with people that don’t deserve you? You have to legitimately show me that you deserve to stand in the ring with me longer than 5 minutes. Talking a good game is only half the battle. I’ve seen guys just like yourself try to get over by running your damn mouth and most of the time, it only helps create a deeper hole for you. There are plenty of guys that have crossed my path that I didn’t like but I respected them….that’s the way I was raised. Respect is always a major key. You have yet to earn my respect and that is going to hinder you a lot during our encounter. Guys like HRDO, Masters, WWEFan, MAK, CM Banks and other greats that have built the foundation for this organization have crossed paths with me and even though I wasn’t as fond of them back then, I have the ultimate amount of respect for each and every single one of them. That was earned because you and I both know that respect isn’t given to anyone. The way you carry yourself is enough for me to not want to take you serious enough to give you any kind of respect. Those guys I just named have universal respect from everyone that had encounters with them and even amongst some of the locker room now because of what they did and how they conducted themselves, even if they had encounters with people they didn’t even like. You younger guys have thrown that substance of being in the busy out of the window. It’s a reason why the product has been in decline for a while but with guys like myself back, who can help bring back the comradery of what it’s like to be in a locker room full of people that hound respect, is here to stay. Wrestlers court in the WWE served a great purpose back when it took place because people like the Undertaker, Triple H and JBL’s presence alone made their counterparts respect them enough to listen to everything that had to be said when an issue was addressed. The issue here is I’m faced with yet another senseless, young talent that’s going to be another waste of time and with the clock ticking, making me mad in the process, it’s not going to benefit you at all when we step through those ropes and the bell rings. Talk is cheap…I’ve said that once…..a thousand times. Show me what you got to get my respect on the supershow. The best of luck to you…once again…because you’re going to need it.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 19th 2016, 1:03 am by Guest

Showdown Promo #3

'' You're right, Cailin. Maybe I am a little delusional. Actually Cailin I really need to open up to you about something. The thing is Cailin, I think I'm in love with you. You're better at me at all aspects in life. Your personality is to die for, you're way more attractive and in the ring you're just unbeatable. This German girl is just so in love with you. I have a thirst for you, an infatuation. You're right. I should have stayed in Germany. But my love for you brought me to America, Cailin. I wanted to be in the same country as you. I wanted to be in the same company as you. I just wanted the pleasure of letting you kick my ass. I wanted to feel your hands on me, your lips close to mine as you pin me to the mat. It's been my dream for so long now. I didn't really want to admit this Cailin, but, I want to sleep with you. Don't believe me? I even have my own cardboard version of you. I know it's not anything close to the idea of you, but look. '' Sheridan would use the camera to zoom out a bit. It was true, placed upon the opposite side of Sheridan's hotel bed was a pristine, slender cardboard cut-out of the Specialists Champion, Cailin Dillon. It seemed new, it didn't have any tears within it, and although it was maybe a few inches taller than the real life Cailin, it did a god job. Sheridan would run a hand on the hair of the cut-out. '' Look at how beautiful you are, Cailin. How could I not fall in love with you. Your hair is so long, and blonde, and beautiful. I don't know if you knew this, but I used to have ginger hair, ja, I dyed my hair especially to try look like you. I knew I never could be you, look at your face! How could I? I'd need tons, and heaps of surgery to even match you, but then I'd just be a fake little whore wouldn't I. I knew no matter how much silicone I had put into my body I could never get close to you. Just look at these lips. '' Sheridan paused, she would turn the cut-out to her body, and pout her plump lips to a press, to plant them upon the cardboard version of Cailin, Sheridan actually put quite a heap of effort into doing so, she would mesh her lips into Cailin's doppelgänger for a few seconds, releasing the kiss and giving a lick to Cailin's lips as she did so. '' I've slept with you ever since my first night here in EAW, Cailin. You're my inspiration, you don't bore me. You complete me. I love you. I strive to make you happy, just let me sit you up a quick second. '' Pushing herself off of the hotel double bed, Sheridan would saunter over to a wooden table, which was placed between the bedroom and the joined kitchen of the hotel room. She placed the camera recorder onto the table, making sure to walk behind it and get a look at the scene from what the audience would see. She would slide off her leather biker jacket, she had a tank top placed upon herself, it matched her leather black skirt which would begin at her waistline and end at her thighs. A hand came to accentuate the cardboard version of Cailin onto her feet. Sheridan bent at the waist to extend the slot between Cailin's two feet to a side, to that the cardboard type could stand upon its own two feet. '' Look at this body, Cailin. You're fucking hot, how could I not come to America and meet you? You drive my crazy. Look at these boobs! Much bigger than mine, ja, and this ass. '' Sheridan moved herself behind Cailin now, a hand slapping against the paper copy of the blonde Specialists champion. '' I wish it were the real thing. You said how beautiful I am in your little recording for the EAW network. I think the same about you. If I could reach out to you in private, maybe after I lay down for you on Showdown we can grab a bite to eat and spend the night together? Oh please Cailin! You're just such an inspiration to me. You know how much this cardboard copy of you cost? Like, 30 American dollars. This proves my dedication to you. I want you. I need you in my life, I want to feel your body on Showdown, on Sunday, and then feel your body again, in a hotel room, on Sunday. The only problem is, Cailin. Is that just like you, this little prop is paper. It's fake. '' Sheridan would proceed to kick the cardboard copy down, kneeing it in the back, sticking the heel of her trainers into the eyes of copy. She would aggressively pull Cailin up to her feet. Sheridan's hands found a pair of scissors. Sheridan kicked away at Cailin's two long, golden legs. Eventually they would snap, the cardboard would break into two. She laughed, kicking away the legs out of view. She brought the camera closer to herself and Cailin. She brought her head to the shoulder of the cut-out. The sharp blades of the scissors found the neck of Cailin. Sheridan would pierce the paper, and proceed to sever the head of Cailin off her body.

'' You're a paper champion. Cailin. '' The scene had changed now. Sheridan was still situated within her hotel room; however no fake Cailin's were in sight. She was on her bed, a water bottle by her side, and her attire had changed totally, such had the lightness of the day outside. The conclusion to this had been that Sheridan had gone to train, the hotel she was staying in had a gym, whilst it wasn't much, it was something, Sheridan was an opportunist, and a realist, she made best of the situation and spent an hour doing all sorts of weight training, cardio and stretches. Considering Cailin's continuance to compliment the German native in her video recording, Sheridan could only imagine how Cailin would react seeing the blonde sweating it up in the Gym. Sheridan licked her lips, in particular the scab, which Sheridan would get around to making Vanessa pay for the cream Sheridan had to buy. It stung somewhat, not that this could be seen in Sheridan's facial reaction. '' Oh you poor thing Cailin, you thought I actually liked you? Were you getting off on me, hm? Oh dear. You're deluded, I would never. You disgust me. You're like the rest of the vixens division. A cancer, an illness that needs sweeping away, one that needs clearing up. You're just a motivational video on replay, you spread your happy propaganda without knowing you're the sole head as to why the vixens hierarchy is so fucked up. You being this happy, enthusiastic little bitch is why the vixens lose to you. You are a paper champion, you're a filler. Your victories mean nothing unless you can beat me. Which of course you won't. I lack common sense, you say? Ja? Is this what you feel? Silly Cailin. If I lacked common sense, surely I wouldn't be getting a shot at your Championship? If I lacked common sense I wouldn't be good in the ring, I wouldn't be good outside of the ring, I wouldn't be the hottest thing in EAW and by far the most attractive. Unless of course, it's that easy to get a shot at you? Surely not though, people with no common sense shouldn't have title shot. Unless of course, the championship they were fighting for was worthless? All I had to do was implant myself into Vanessa's mind, and then kick her whore ass back to cock-sucking-city. I am a realist. Your title means nothing and every little thing you have done with that championship belt up until Showdown on Sunday night means absolutely nothing. I can accept that, you're the cream in the cake, only there to try keep things together but you still end up making a mess and leaving everyone unhappy. You're under the belief that you spread your inspirational quotes, talk about determination and respect that it makes you a good champion? It gives you the right to compare me, Sheridan, fucking, Müller, to the rest of this division? Take a pill and end your career. You are vermin. You are incompetent also. You state that it means nothing that I've beaten a few girls here in the ring? You're somewhat right. It does mean nothing, they're talentless. It was a walk in the park handling them. But if nothing means getting a shot at you, what does that make you? Oh, ding ding ding, nothing. Why are you bringing the past into this? I don't care about last summer. I don't give a fuck if Tarah was champion, and she was casting fifty shades of shit onto the company, nothing matters until I came. This division was in the deep end, in the negative marks, drowning before I arrived. I can heal this division. I can follow through with my cure. This cure is German efficiency, my little blonde cheesecake. I will happily kick your ass and strip your title away from you if it means curing this division. I will happily punt your head into the mat, Sherplex your shoulders off and submit you like the little adorable bitch you are if it kicks you out of the window, and you finally come to the realisation that the world isn't rainbows and unicorns. That wrestling is an art, wrestling is a way of life. Sheridan Müller is the originator of EAW vixens wrestling. Right now the division is a two trick pony, that's why EAW are putting you against Eris. You're the best whores in the whorehouse, the best cupcakes on the tray. I will change that, through the cleansing of German efficiency you will walk into Showdown a mouse and you will leave a lion. ''

'' I won't lie to you Cailin. Not because I respect you but because un-like yourself I'm not a liar. I don't care if your mommy died. I don't care of daddy raised you to be an ass-kicking Texan. I wouldn't care if he abused you. I don't give a single fuck, wait actually. Let me check. Oh, nope, no more fucks to be given by me. I only minorly care about you as I have to beat you on Showdown. But I am past caring about your upbringing, I don't really care about who you've slept with or how the division was, I just really, really do not give a shit. The fact that EAW had to bring in Ms. Cailin the magic motivator, and the division is still a joke, proves how little impact you've made here. I'm just being real. You're going to get upset and call me a liar because, oh if the division is so bad then how come I defend my title every week and my mother died and Tarah's no longer vixens champion, ect, ect. Just shut up. You're boring. I don't want to listen to you crying about your dead mother and I'm sure the EAW audience don't want to either. I'm going to discard you, on Showdown. Why don't you invite daddy along so he can see his little girl lose her precious little title. I will arrive on Showdown, I will grace you with the presence of myself. I will win, boom boom bang, and leave. I'm going to flip your entire world around, Cailin. You are a dolt, you're ignoramus. You're nothing more than a call girl to the other girls in the locker-room so that you can have a little play and then pin them. It's going to be awfully embarrassing, that you dare to call me, Sheridan, a pawn player. It's going to be a horrid experience, but hopefully one that awakens the girl behind this sheep of a motivator, when I beat you. When I press your shoulders to the mat. The worse thing is, is you act like being a saviour to the masses means something. You act like me posting my promos mean something. No words matter in the ring. It's all about skill. Even though it'd make me life fifteen times easier, it's not based on looks either, we all know I have you beat on that one. It's about talent. It's about how I will outfox you, out-dance you. Out-wrestle you. When I am done with you, you'll be in the middle of the mat, you will have caused a crater. The new specialists champion, the hero of the world, the cure to the cancer, the personification of German Efficiency, oh by the way how can you say I have no originality other than my accent and then steal my words? Bitch. Why do I talk about money all the time? That's a good question for someone with lack of intelligence to ask. I'll spell it out for you, baby, is because I am getting paid the same as some no-life, no show cunts in this division to be the protagonist of the division, the heroine of the vixens, the chief character. Hell, you're getting paid more than me because you have a piece of plastic around your waist and defend it against these utter shit wannabe wrestlers. The fact half the division cares more about selfies on social media and bitching about one another rather than putting on a good performance for the fans in the arena and at home should really spell something out for you Cailin. Of course, you're too deluded and blind-sided by this whole motivation mission. I will re-store relevancy to the Specialists Championship. Whores will NOT be competing for my championship. It took once match against bimbo barbie back there to get a shot at you. So when I do beat you, I will bring this issue up, I will complain because the EAW fans and the vixens need this. What's the point of a championship if there is no fight and no competition to get to it? I literally pushed Vanessa on her ass and here I am. That's your fault. Your little, oh I'm Cailin I'm determined my mom died so I'm nice to everyone act has brought this title into the muck. Into the darkness, into the cancer of the division. It's okay though, German efficiency is here to save the day from this. Championships shouldn't be defended weekly. I cannot believe you've had the championship for as long as you have and not argued with anyone about plunging the vixens into a division where they can have one match and then attempt to beat you. It won't be an attempt with me. It will be doing what's right. I'll bring justice to everyone who has had to witness you beat a whore up and then claim that nobody can beat you for your title. I'll kick your ass, take your title, and then I will do the same with Eris. You talk about Eris as if she is the problem. But really, you are. You're the reason, Cailin. You're too happy go lucky to see it. You say Aria and Haruna are better than me? Don't make me laugh. Since my arrival in EAW Haruna's on holiday number six, and just because someone gets kicked the shit out of by their boyfriend doesn't mean you get to be sympathetic about them, Cailin. She deserved it. When I do beat you, you're going to need some fanta with all the words you're going to have to eat, and suck back up into your little mind. I am better than you, you think comparing me to the likes of Veena Adams means that I will become her? I am a superior wrestler to you. Face it. German efficiency will win again on Showdown, you cannot stop it. You cannot diminish my wrestling ability or German efficiency in a video recording. ''

'' You just repeat the same things. It's a bore. You're like motor racing without the crashes. You're like a storm without thunder. Is your job here to motivate everyone and then put them to sleep? You're also self-contradicting. Here you say you don't respect me, but yesterday you were fucking my ass with your tongue, talking about how cool I am and how you knew I was going to win and how you were pissing your panties and the sheer thought of wrestling me to a good match. Get over yourself. I can't change that you have some addiction to me, you always say I'm talented and cool and hot. I know. But I don't like you, Cailin. I cannot change if you fancy me, if you want to sleep with me. I also can't change that I'm a better wrestler than you. We can fuck, Cailin. Sure. But it won't be in a bed. It will be in the ring. I will be fucking you over, physically, mentally, emotionally. I am going to dominate you and send you back to Texas, send you back to daddy where he can tell you it doesn't matter that you lost your championship, as long as you took part right Cailin? You're calling yourself a realist. Your whole video recording was spent trying to prove you're not an idealist like I said you were. You took your time to try dis-prove me but you're still failing. You make me want to throw up. I have come to change that. I am an assassin, I am here to bring you into the real world. You're like one of those care bear things, who when you press their tummy they say something in an energetic voice. That's you, a care bear who likes to motivate kids and pretend they kick ass. We're not in school anymore. We're in the real world. I am going to prove this, and you will be my first project. You'll be the first person to realize that the division is a cancer and only German efficiency can cure it. Of course you can't become German, you're a disgrace to wrestling so I wouldn't want you tarnishing my great nation, but we can try can't we. I couldn't achieve that with Vanessa, she'd rather have cum in her stomach than wrestling in her heart. But at least you somewhat care about in-ring skill. I can mould you into a real wrester. Instead you'd rather stop it, ja? You'd rather 'put a muzzle' on me. So that you can keep having easy victories against models who do squats for an hour a week and think they can wrestle? You want the easy way out, like an idealist would. You cannot comprehend German efficiency, yet. You don't realize the good it is going to bring to America, and the wrestling within it. You try to hold it back ,you make joke about wars that happened before you were even born. I do think Showdown will be easy, Cailin. You will lay down for me or I will kick you down. I'll give you a chance to heal this division. If you don't accept I'll just force you, no matter how hard I make you bleed, you will become a good wrestler when you're in the ring with me. Wrestling is all about efficiency. Don't you think mommy will be looking down wanting little blondie to become a good wrestler? I think she would. So, anyway, got a lot of things to do today so I should probably wrap up this. What was I going to say now. Oh, so, I know you want me on my back so much Cailin. You probably sit in bed, with your hands between her thighs reading my promos. You fantasize about having me on my back with you, I bet. When I do beat you, your fantasies will be crushed. You are so confident and full of shit stating I'm just going to be like all your other opponents, you couldn't be more wrong. You frustrate me. On Showdown, I will beat you. The process of healing the division of its scars will begin, and I will mend the Specialists Championship, I will mend you, and I will mend women's wrestling in EAW. ''

Showdown Promo #2

"Anti"

Pain for Pride 9. Undisputed Vixens Championship. No Holds Barred.

(Cloud stands in the ring facing Cailin Dillon, the reigning and defending champion of both Vixen Division titles. The bell rings and the two waste no time exchanging blows. An extended string of chain wrestling leaves the two at the stalemate, resuming back to a collar and elbow tie up. The match continues as the two deliver their best maneuvers, putting on a five star classic before the eyes of the crowd. A vicious package piledriver leaves Cailin floored as Cloud jumps to the top rope.)

Eddie Mack: She's about to go for the Cloud 9!

(Cailin gets on her hands and knees, fighting to get up.)

Stay down.

(Cloud turns her back to Cailin.)

Cloud Killer.

(Cloud performs a high arc moonstomp. Her feet makes contact with the back of Cailin's neck, causing a cracking sound.)

"NO!"

(Cloud sits up, wide-eyed and drenched in sweat. Finding herself in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom, she sighs with relief.)

Cloud: What the hell...

(Cloud looks at her phone and sees its past midnight. There's an EAW notification in reference to Madison's promo. She checks it out for a minute and laughs to herself. Climbing out of bed, she prepares for a rebuttal.)

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A year in a half huh? Good for you Maddie-uh-I-mean-Madison. How long did it take for you to get on one of these countless FPVs you've mentioned? It took me a matter if four months to get a shot at the Vixens Championship. An opportunity that should have been won by me, but unfortunately that's in the past. What's present is me sitting here contemplating about how I'm going to defeat you in the near future. There's many ways for me to get the V Maddie. I can take you to Cloud City, put you on Cloud 9, or leave you in the Trap Zone. The choice is yours.

(Looks back at the second half of Madison's promo)

You feel that I belittle you in favor of myself? Pfft, I don't care about your feelings that much Madison. You talk about being the best, but let's get real once again: Erica Ford made you famous. Without her you would have never beaten Tarah for her title. You did make an impact though; your actions set in place Eris' rise to power and Haruna's eventual betrayal of myself. I'll give you that. You was the fire starter that altered the course of our division. But, greatness would not be in your possession for long. It was never meant to be yours, nor it will never be again. You're a great starter, but a terrible finisher. You did your thing in our matches, but rarely were you able to finish the job.

Why? Because I am the anti-Madison Kaline. My sole existence will keep you from your dreams of gold. As long as I am on this roster, you will never be as good as me, Cam, Cailin, Eris, and Aria. The difference between us and the likes of you, Haruna, Maria, and HBG is that we 5 know how to get ours on our own. I'll give Eris her due. She beat you on her terms and became part of history.

You want to become part of history Maddie-uh-I-mean-Madison? Then you have to fight me fair and square. None of that barbed wire bullshit...use your god given talent. If your grappling skills is as half as good as your poetry, then maybe you'll be able to entertain me. If not, then you'll look as foolish as your juvenile way of thinking.

Matsuda vs Kaline II

Don't disappoint me.

CHAPTER #32 - SHOWDOWN #1

EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE THE BEST.

TO BE LOOKED AT AS "THE GUY ".

I'VE WAITED MY TURN.

NOW I SHOW THAT I AM " THE GUY ".

Finally I see my name on the Showdown card and I have to admit when I saw my opponent this week was Clark Scene I really could do nothing, but smile. You see because I've heard a lot of good things about Clark and frankly he's looked at as one of the big threats. He has proven that he belongs in EAW and apparently that's still something I need to do. I may not know much about Clark, but I do know one thing and that is the fact that this little slump that I've been on. This downwards spiril that started about a month ago all of that ends this week on Showdown. IT FUCKING ENDS and you know what I really don't think I could feel any better. I'm walking into a match this week in which I would probably say everybody watching is expecting me to lose. I mean lets face it two weeks ago I was literally FUCKING DESTROYED and left for dead. I was given a beating unlike any other beating I have ever had before, but I learned something from that match. I learned to never under estimate your opponent and I believe that's exactly what Chuck Scene is doing. He's going to be walking into our match thinking he has it already won and that's something I'm going to take advantage of. I may have fallen down the ladder a tad, but I promise you it was just a stumble. I am going to continue climbing that ladder and I'm going to do it by defeating Chuck Scene this week on Showdown.

I'm sure what happened to me two weeks ago put a smile on a few faces on the EAW roster and in all honesty if I were you I would have probably been smiling to. What they don't realize is that sooner or later there time will come and there won't be anywhere to run. I may have lost two weeks ago, but that's because I had my back against the wall against somebody I didn't even know. This week it's looking like it's going to be a repeat. but the only difference is I won't be losing the match like I did two weeks ago. As much as people enjoyed what happened to me in my match against Drazin just remember one thing. It will never EVER FUCKING happen again that's something you can put money on. PUT YOU'RE FUCKING LIFE ON IT because I have never been as more serious as I am right now. I'm walking into my match on Showdown with one goal and that is to walk out the winner and I will stop at absolutely nothing to get the job done. The only real question is whether or not Chuck Scene really knows what he's stepping into on Showdown? Honestly I really don't think he does because I'm assuming he's a lot like the other guys in the back. I'm assuming Chuck Scene won't feel he really needs to do anything about me and that right there is where his failure will be. I'm not like any other superstar Chuck has ever been in the ring with and I'm going to make sure he always remembers who I am. It's time people realized this little slump I'm on isn't going to continue because I'm to good for it to and on Showdown it's all going to come to an end. IT'S GOING TO BE FUCKING HISTORY just like my opponent, Chuck Scene.

So I'm sure a lot of you are asking yourselves why I'm still here in EAW after what I've been through over the last month or so. Most guys probably would have called it quits once they realized they couldn't defeat a Women. I do things a different way because I'm not somebody who quits anything. In fact what I've done is learned from my mistakes so I never let what happened between Cameron and I happen again. My mistakes are very slim to choose from, but like the old saying goes. "Everybody Makes Mistakes" right? People learn from there mistakes so they don't let them happen again and that's exactly what I did. As much as Clark Duncan and Jason Cage believe they did nothing, but defeat me in that match I'm still calling a handicap match against me. I also learned something from them and I know if a match like that ever happens again. If Jason Cage and Clark Duncan are ever in a match against me again the outcome won't be the same as before. They may think they've proven something to me, but the only true thing they proved in that match is the fact that they don't have any problems picking on guys they're twice FUCKING size of. I haven't seen either one of them since that match and that's something I'm making Clark and Jason responsible which means this little situation is only going to get bigger. Those two did nothing wrong to anybody and because of that they suffered a beating like they've never had before. A beating that sent both of them running and it really doesn't look like either one of them are coming back anytime soon. So Clark and Jason you two are at the top of my FUCKING LIST and believe me I will get revenge for what you two have done. Pay back IS A FUCKING BITCH.

Everybody wants to believe that I'm never going to be the same guy I was before.

They want to believe in there hearts that I'm never going to be the guy I would have been if none of this had started.

What makes anybody think I won't be the same guy or even better then they expected? The fact is I'm already that guy because when I signed my contract to compete on Showdown I was a FUCKING NOBODY. Of course there's going to be those guys sitting back right now trying to tell everybody that I'm still a nobody. Guys like Clark Scene who want nothing more then to have people believe that he's actually better then I am. HE'S NO FUCKING BETTER THEN ME and I'm gonna prove it. Guys like him want people to think I'm a FUCKING LOSER, but I'm he same loser who wrestled for the Interwire FUCKING Championship not even a month after signing my contract. I'm the same fucking loser who ran through the Showdown roster while they sat back and watched me do it. I'm not the guy that Clark thinks I am and when that bell rings on Showdown he's going to find that out the hard way.

Respect is a big thing in wrestling and in my eyes it's probably one of if not the most important thing to me.

Clark Scene, I don't know you and I'm walking into our match on Showdown knowing one thing. You are going to step into that ring, but you won't be giving me the respect I deserve. You're going to walk into our match thinking you're getting an easy win simply because of the way I've been treated as of late. Take last week for example because the fact that my name wasn't even on the card spoke FUCKING VOLUMES because I realized something last week. I realized that I needed to stop doing things the right way and start doing things the only way I know how to do things. It's time I did things MY FUCKING WAY and there won't be anybody around to stop me.

DOING THING'S MY WAY IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW.

THE ONLY WAY I TRULY FEEL COMFORTABLE.

I DO THINGS BY MYSELF.

THE RIGHT WAY, MY WAY.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 18th 2016, 11:59 pm by **Tig Kelly**

*A knock at the door of Tig's condo is heard as he swings it open quickly like he expected it. A delivery boy stands with the warm food reading off of the receipt what the total and delivery charges are*

Delivery Boy: Its going to be $32.40 plus tip.....woah sir please don't....oh...okay I don't have much time but...

*The delivery boy stammers through the words as Tig smirks and pulls the boy in. He sits him down in a chair as he cracks a Guinness for himself toasting the kid. He talks almost past the delivery boy but still to his direction making sure he's listening*

Tig: I've never seen a legend shed tears over what they haven't accomplished my dear Pizza Boy. I've never seen the greats look on their careers and fondly remember all the times they got destroyed and lost while trying to live the dream. The words come through loud and clear about how incredible it is that you've been thrown off of a cage and compressed in ways a body shouldn't be compressed and compacted....but I don't understand why this makes you a candidate for being the leader in the locker room. You're 100% right dough boy, hard work is the most important thing in the world and paying your dues is all you have in this business; it just sucks that yours led to nothing but emotion instead of success.

*Tig focuses down on the teen while taking a gulp of his beer and leans in an aggressive stance*

Tell me kid, would you ever dare step into a violent situation with me?

Delivery boy: N..no! Why...why would I ever even think about that sir. Please don't hurt me.... *he starts to tear up a bit*

Tig: Exactly, and why do you think this strikes fear in you? Is it possibly because a championship winning prize fighter like myself is a status level or two ahead of the average pizza making delivery boy like you?

Delivery Boy: *sobbing* I just want to leave. I'm clearly not a fighter and I don't know what you're talking about. I just make and deliver pizzas.....

Tig: See, now that's what I wanted to hear. You're just a pizza boy and always will be. You could step into the ring a thousand times, get thrown off of a thousand things and you'd still be this sobbing mess of a boy while my blood would still run cold as I wipe yours off of my gold belt.

I've seen you resort to pizza cutters to get any kind of job done after claiming how much you've worked and worked to succeed while I use nothing but brute force and technical prowess to take down this company piece by piece. You have claimed that you work SO hard because you want this so bad and have had friends and mentors vouch for your absolute passion and progress...yet you still use any kind of crutch you can get your hands on to find the smallest bit of light in the darkness known as your tenure in EAW. Then when all else fails, we get to listen to how badly you've lost over and over again making it seem like having your bones broken and blood lost are good things in the grand scheme of your "passion". Pizza Boy you're very right when you assume that I'm emotionless and don't know what that feels like because I never have to go to that place. I never have to go to that deep dark place in my mind where the proper payoff for my hard work is justifying failure and masquerading it as a minor victory. It may get seen as cold and heartless and this man standing in front of you certainly won't argue against that because that same careless killer instinct is the reason you're fighting for MY belt and its not the other way around. Its about time your little fantasy camp ended Pizza Boy. If you really want to be a part of Pain For Pride though, I'll be sure to get you there in a spot you belong. 2 seats so you can bring a guest and watch me defend this belt with all the same violence and rage I'll be showing you first hand this week.

*Tig stands and opens the door for the boy as he waves him out laughing. He takes a bite of the pizza left unpaid as he nods his head in approval and shuts the door.*

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 18th 2016, 11:43 pm by **Beretta**

Best Believe

Battleground RP#1

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You’re going to lead a new set of government in EAW…I didn’t know The Mexican Samurai was Donald Trump. You might as well start building that wall, then.

I want you to understand something, I know who you are. You don’t need to remind me that you’ve scratched and crawled your way to where you are. But, before you start filling that ego more and get my ego pump going. You need to realize that we both claim that we’re the best in the ring at we do but is that really true at the given time? Like sure, you beat Dark Demon at Road to Redemption but he did lose his cool with that railroad spike. We both want to do whatever it takes to be on top of the mountain but yet, we’re both so far from that mountain top

However, you want to be this degenerate who wants to go against management and I simply have one question to that. Are you going to start doing a crotch chop? Because if you do, that would be awesome. Play some ‘Break It Down’ while you’re at it. Now that would be entertaining.

Speaking of entertaining, that’s something I’m not. Apparently, I’m not fun because I’m not some circus act. Listen fuckwad, I’m a simple man. I bring out the whiskey, the women and my ego. My job is to come out and explain why I’m better than my opponent. I don’t need some fancy props or some exotic setting. I do it on the mic and I do it in the ring. However, I’ll be sure to put you to sleep with a super kick on Monday. Apparently, insulting another man’s ring name is the masculine thing to do nowadays. Some degenerate you are. What are you going to do next? Ride a tank into the arena? But sterile jokes are as stale as my act so why would you even waste our time with that?

Beating me ten times out of ten, eh? I’d like to see that. Even you knew you bit of more than you could chew with that one. You probably got home, looked at yourself in the mirror and continued to ask yourself, what the fuck was I thinking? For the first time in my career, someone has en ego that might be bigger than mine and that’s okay. I can’t wait to watch you and that ego implode at Battleground. You treat me as if I’m some jobber but again, I’m far from that. Every week, I explain that to my opponent’s. They don’t understand what I’m talking about until I’m standing over them with my hand raised. On top of it all, you act as if you were the only one to scratch and crawl your way to where you are. You don’t think I had to do the same? You think I just walked into some wrestling headquarters in Connecticut and they handed me a contract worth a fuck ton of money because of the fedora on my head?

You speak of this switch. A switch that you can turn on and suddenly get on a totally different level than everyone else. Is that what you did on Showdown when you attacked TLA? You try to sabotage his attempt at becoming the Interwire Champion and you completely failed at it. Now you cover it up by saying that you actually wanted him to win the championship but we all know that Cameron lost because of Chuck Scene. Either way, TLA has more gold around his waist than you ever will and that is eating you up inside. Maybe that level you can reach, isn’t as high as you think.

Your want to move to a new brand like Dynasty or Voltage, doesn’t help your case. No matter what you say, you still look like a bitch. You look like a crybaby fuck nut who can’t hack it on Showdown so he’s attempting to switch brands. You can’t compete with guys like Zach Genesis, Diamond Cage, Jamie O’Hara, Carlos Rosso, Lannister and Lioncross, so you want out. You realize that you’ll never get to be on the same level as them, so you’re going to walk away. But let me guess, you do things your way. You do what you want because you’re the new ontogeny of our company. Dude, just eat a bag of dicks and stop with the bullshit. Just realize that you’ve fucked up and theres no covering your tracks. You want to become this new person. This better than the old person. You’re not that though. You’re the Mexican Samurai. A guy who can be really good at what he does but he’s still trying to bury his opponents with sterile jokes and making fun of their names. That’s not turning on a switch or becoming a better person. That’s someone who’s stuck in the past for not being able to get the job done on our companies supposed Gawd’s.

At the end of the day, I will always dock someone for their gimmick. I don’t believe in Gods and I’m not a gimmick. I’m just a man who strides to be the best at what I do. As much as you want to deny it As much as you want to claim you’re my Millenial Messiah. You really need to start understanding what I have in-store for you at Battleground. It won’t be considered a monumental upset because you’re not a colossal figure in our company. It’ll simply be a victory for me and another step up the ladder to being the best. It only takes one bullet to continue my climb as The One. You best believe that I will do all of that to you at Battleground.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 18th 2016, 11:42 pm by **Scott Oasis**

I see that while you may have recovered from your blindness Heart Break Boy, your vision when it comes to your standings in EAW have remained blurred.

Another night’s sleep, and another morning where I got to wake up to a response from my Rising Tide opponent. The Heart Break Boy has gone about spinning his wheel once again, taking himself further and further backward as he tries to reword what he had said. Unfortunately this attempt at damage control isn’t going to work. There’s no taking it back, we can all look back at the footage and see you as the clown you made yourself out to be. Let me ask you a question: did you not dismissed me for bringing up my list of defeated legends -- names that “not The Heart Break Boy” only a day after you categorized me into this apparent revolving door of young guys who run their mouth and get proven wrong? It’s not just hypocrisy that I see from a claim like that. You’ve underestimated me. You’ve twisted things around, you’ve done everything you can to turn things around on me but I’m not stupid. I could fire off example after example but I don’t want to bore you, with this being my final address I might as well hit as many points that I can.

You’re right, this is a match between me and you. This isn’t a match between anyone on my list, and this isn’t a match between any of those rookies. This is The Heart Break Boy vs Scott Oasis, someone who has shown himself to be a legitimate competitor, who is being heralded as the future. After seeing what I can do and telling me that you aren’t impressed isn’t a sign of your high in ring level, it only shows ignorance. Ignorance to the challenge set in front of you, and like I said before, setting the bar low for talent such as myself leaves you open to being surprised the same way you have been multiple times this past year. When it comes to surprises on a brand such as Dynasty, where competition is stiff and everyone is fighting for a spot, the person you face may not be so lenient. They may leave you on the ground with blood rapidly flowing out of your skull and massive blunt trauma to the head, leaving you unable to get back up. They can knock you right off the totem pole and take your spot for themselves, leaving your legacy as nothing but a stepping stool for someone else and that is something that could be in your very near future because you’re up against a person who doesn’t just hate leniency, but who also doesn’t worry about his opponent’s well being when face to face with them. I have no morals. I have no values. I’m not a man with faith or belief in the higher power. I’m not a nice guy in the slightest but I don’t need to be. Wrestling is a sport meant for the cold hearted, a haven for guys like me to deliver unadulterated violence. This is something I have based my whole life around, it's what I do and when you mix coldness with strategy you have yourself the perfect fighter. A champion.

I know you don’t want to believe this but it’s true: I do learn, I do study and I do improve. How else do you think I have been able to survive this long swimming with sharks? While losing isn’t something I have had to deal with too often, when I am forced to come to grips with it I come back every time and surpass my expectations. I went from losing battle royals to winning the Interwire championship. From losing the Interwire championship to main eventing Voltage and entering the Elimination Chamber. I then went from that to making it to the finals of the Dynasty KOE bracket. When I lose all it does is intensify my desire to succeed -- to grow. Some may be surprised to hear me admit this but I do possess fear. No, it is not the fear of any man, but a fate that happens to many Elitists who choose to get lazy. Fear of falling off. Fear of becoming irrelevant. That is why I train the way I do and put in work relentlessly because should I stop there or remain stagnant there will be others ready to move up ahead of me. I strive for progression and at this point the only more I could progress is by obtaining a World Championship, and a win against someone with a credible name such as yours is all I would need to stake my claim towards contendership. You’re right, I don’t have any big, history making moments, but that’s because I haven’t been presented with one as big as this match until now. Beating you WILL be me making history, THAT is going to be my breakout moment.

Yes, boasting won’t get me the win. I was just giving you a heads up ; a preview of what my actions have done to other people. The people will be given a show alright, a show of brutality. You may be right, you may have not missed a beat and should you be correct, I will be more than welcoming of that. I want a fight of epic proportions, something that I can walk away from as the winner and there not be a doubt in anybody’s mind that my career has long past being a novice and crossed over into the path that I've known I would be taking all of these years….the path to greatness.

I am the new headliner, everyone will come to accept that after Rising Tide

Voltage #3

Let me just start by answering a simple question for you. Did I feel like a badass for calling Eris a twat licker? Nah, I was just spitting the truth. But let’s just go down a side road here. There’s nothing wrong at all with being a twat licker. Nothing at all. But what I’m telling you, is that she needs a new job. I love that woman, but when she’s not the Vixen’s champion anymore, what else is there for her to do. What other position in Hexa-gun can she have? I developed a new championship position for her. Wham, now she’s improved. Hell, she calls you her girlfriend anyways, so I assumed she was already your champion twat licker. Excuse me for assuming things as much as you do. But lemme tell you, that rumor train pulled out of the station a hell of a long time ago, and I’m not the one that started that crap.

At first I thought I would keep this kind of short, because god forbid you actually want your life to end over anything I said. I didn’t realize I was this powerful. Imagine every time I decide to open my whore mouth a titan would fall to their knees and clutch at their throat and beg for air. And I would just stand there smiling as they let out their last breath. “Please… we’re trying to do something good for EAW. We… are… Hexa-gun…” Dead. You know I got in this business to make people laugh, an amateur comedian really. So to hear that I just brighten up your day and bring out that rarely seen toothy grin, that just makes me smile myself. You know me so well though. I’ll stop joking. This isn’t a joke after all. This is completely serious. Just like I was back when I punched in to EAW for the first time. I was a couple things; I was too serious, I was saying irrational things at a high rate and I acted completely invincible. Hell, I was an idiot and even I know that. And even though you don’t remember basically telling me to give me more… you really did. You challenged my personality and called me boring and bland. You urged me to realize that I had flaws. And then when we fought, you took care of me like it was nothing. I haven’t forgotten that, but it’s not like I’m just wasting away thinking about that moment. I don’t spend hours or even minutes of my day dwelling over a failure in one match. I wasn’t going to be ruined over it, I was just going to turn around and keep working to get better. I mean you’re one bad ass bitch, and I admit I had my hands full. That was then and this is now. For you to sit there at your computer and think this is still all those months ago is pretty naïve. It’s kind of exciting to realize that we’ll meet one on one this time, and we’ll actually get the chance we always deserved to clash.

I know you like to spend so much time calling me a retard and trying to come up with new, hardly creative ways to outline all the ways I suck or am a slut, but I know even you get excited for someone who actually believes they can challenge you. I hear it in the hallways when people are about to face you, Claudia. People are scared of you for all the strangest reasons. You’ve said it to people so many times. You stand on one side promising to humiliate, while lending truth to the fact that anything can happen in the world we compete in. Upsets happen and streaks come to an end. Let me be clear on this though, me beating you won’t be an upset. That’s not me undermining your accomplishments. That’s me acknowledging the facts that the Cailin Dillon you fight Sunday isn’t the same version of the one you humiliated all those months ago. This isn’t because I changed who I am, it’s because I learned a whole hell of a lot between then and now. Oh by the way, please continue bringing up the Iconomy. Bring it up every time we fight. I don’t care as much as you seem to.

Can we backtrack a minute though? We pointed out a few of my flaws earlier this week and I’ve never said I wasn’t flawed. We pointed out just a few, and hell, there are many we could expand upon. I’m not some perfect cut diamond, and neither are you. We both have our issues. So many people are scared of going against you because of the verbal sparring that takes place leading up that inevitable first match. I mean, come on people. She’s just makes shit up at least half the time. You’re not going to humiliate or piss me off by saying I have bad breath, not when you look the way you do. I mean, please, make up as much as you want to about me and just roll with that. I’ll just say that when people see you in a certain light… there’s something masculine about that face… we’ll just call you butter face. This response from you this time was better. This is vintage Heart Break Gal. Vintage 2015 HBG. What you said earlier… that was just not quite what I expected from you. Call it a role reversal if you will. I thought you’d have more to deliver than just routinely calling me stupid and telling me I’m making a mistake. We’ve been down that road a couple times, and if you’re gonna call me boring, I’m gonna call you out when you put such little effort into it. Apparently you responded, because I feel like you actually tried this time.

This really isn’t about survival. At this point it’s about coming in and shutting your mouth. You have such confidence in the near-death experience you feel you can deliver to me, yet I don’t feel like you’ve ever done anything to me. I haven’t left our matches injured. And I’m joining this war because I’m a glutton for punishment. You’re going to be disappointed when it all comes to a conclusion and I didn’t end up a casualty. Especially because it’s more than likely up to you to make sure that’s a reality. And while you try to insult me and push me mentally over the edge, you’ll just routinely fail. You’re used to opponents you look down upon eventually folding and stepping away. You’re still thinking that you can back me into a corner until I back off and put my hands up. It won’t happen. It’s not like I’m standing here expecting you to beg for mercy. I know you’re the same. If I’m a glutton, you’re just as much. Because I could have you pinned to the mat, bloodying your face with forearm after forearm until you black out and I guarantee you will still come back for more. You’ll defend yourself just like you know I will. But honestly, to say you’re two steps ahead at this point is laughable. In what way are you staying ahead of me at this point? Is it because you have a team? This is just me and you right now. You’re not so far ahead like you like to believe you are. I’m part of a team now, and no one is controlling me. If anything you’re being controlled by the other team. You’re being ordered to show up to these matches you clearly want no part of. And it’s just going to end in so much disappointment for the Hexa-gun side. Because at some point, all the backhanded comments and backstage dealings won’t be enough to save you. At some point very, very soon, it will be too late to recover and it will all come to a head at once with one, huge blowout battle. But that’s exactly how it should go. I’m really glad you’ve already preplanned your excuse for when you lose this one. “Yeah, but this proves absolutely nothing, ok?” Hey, think what you want Claudia. This is the world your mind created, we’re just all floating around in and getting a kick out of your next moves.

I’m not a fucking idiot, but maybe you should learn to read. I never said you asked me to join Hexa-gun. Why would I join it? You guys are crusaders for keeping things extreme, huh? Well no one is trying to fucking change it. What you’re crusaders of is making sure it stays like you guys want. How could anyone possibly blame you for doing it if you had the power to? No one has been able to stop you, so you’ve been able to put the heel of your boot on top of EAW and just push down. This place is ever bit the extreme place you desire it is. But you’ll never be content with it unless the rules are altered just perfectly to fit what you wanted. You come across as old timers, sitting on your porch and yelling get off my lawn. You’re afraid of any kind of change. You’re just holding out and rejecting it as long as you can, while failing to realize it’s not really changed all that much at all. After Hexa-gun ceases to exist, you and Impact will still kick ass as the Mercenaries and you’ll still be the same two extreme fuckers you’ve always been. It’s time to take your way of thinking and shift it to the retirement home where it belongs. If you’re so adaptable then you wouldn’t spend so much time pushing your old agenda because you’re afraid of the changes. It’s just that simple.

Does it really bother you so much that I don’t hate you as much as I hate Hexa-gun? It must. Because this is the reaction we get from you when you’re so clearly confused by it. Don’t worry, my motivations are selfish. I want to beat you and I want to see Hexa-gun suffer its death. I spend plenty of time listening to the things you say, but they align like everything else you do. They’re self centered, simply designed to put yourself over while attempting to drown your opponent. And why wouldn’t they be? I mean, hell, you don’t listen to anything I say. You just continue to talk and enjoy the sound of your voice while you drone on about how great you are and how no one else can compare. I get that, you think you’re special. You and your small group of insiders think you are special. But on the outside, you’re a JAG. For all your accomplishments around here, you’re just another girl. You’re just as expendable as you like to point out I am. But this place would go on without you and it would do just fine without Hexa-gun. Does that bother you?

The funny thing about you is you spend half the time acting like I’m a joke and then bring this around to explain how you’re more motivated than ever to beat me. So which is it, hun? You think I suck, or you think you have to take me seriously. Clearly I have your attention now, and you can deny it but you’ll just keep looking like a fool. This is a new direction for the two of us. This is the time you start to trip and stumble down the path that makes it too hard for you to save Hexa-gun. This is the time when you start needing to pay that therapist a little bit extra so you can explain how your days and nights are being haunted by each and every loss you take at the hands of me and Team Cross. These are going to be moments that last for the rest of your life. These are going to be the ones you wish you could forget as you grow older and enter that retirement community here in the next 10 or so years. Voltage is just the beginning of this for you. It’s the start of a long, grueling, painful end to the things you hold so dear. Hey… at least you’ve got Eris.

Re: EAW Promoz! (Section closed) February 18th 2016, 10:36 pm by Guest

Showdown Promo #2

I have turned pennies into millions; I was given nothing and have become one of the very best in the history of Vixens.

My name is Madison Kaline
I am the Mistress of Death
Where I go
People will follow my lead

I am the living legend
The Mistress of Death
Where ever I go
Death always follows

You wish your name was Madison Kaline
The Mistress of Death
You copy my every move
I am an aspirant for everyone around

The tunnel is so dark
You cannot see a thing
No light at the end
The torment, the despair, the endless war
That is life
There is no way out
Unless it ends with a sweet blissful death

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

**The scene opens up with Madison Kaline who wearing a purple hoodie with the hoodie up, she is in an undisclosed location as she begins to speak**

Mockery in its truest form, is nothing but jealously. Cloud and everybody else mocks my poetry because not only are they jealous of my ability to write my true feelings down in the work of art form, but they are also jealous of the woman I am. You see poetry isn’t for everybody, so when people like Cloud or Tarah make a mockery out of it, it makes me angry, because not only do they write terribly written out poems, but it’s just a slap in the face to everybody who ever has written a poem from the heart. That’s the thing, these women have no hearts, and they have no passion for anything. That is why they are not only jealous of my poetry but they are jealous of the woman I have become, and the woman I am today. You see EAW and its fans have seen me grow from a little naive girl trying to become friends with everybody and anybody but realistically had no friends, to a beautiful, one of a kind, one hundred percent all natural woman; and now everybody wants to be just like me, everybody now wants to be Maddie’s friend! (Madison laughs) Thing is now, I don’t want nor do I need any friends, I have learned in a quick amount of time here in EAW, that friends get you nowhere. My rise to the top of the Vixens division I did it with the help of nobody but myself. I created opportunities that others in this division where just afforded.

Over the year and a half I have been in EAW I have had my fair share of critics, first people were questioning if I was truly taking my job seriously here in EAW, because I use to like having fun and I enjoyed putting smiles on people’s faces, so then after months upon months of being tortured mentally by co-workers backstage, I dropped the dopey personality, and I became a realist, I became what everybody wanted me to become, however what they didn’t realize, is that they created a monster. No longer the hugging happy little girl, who loved everybody, no, no, no, that girl was gone. The monster inside her came out, and Madison Kaline was born. But that wasn’t good enough of people, no, then they started to doubt my work ethic (Madison laughs). Can you believe there are actually Vixens in this division, who are questioning my work ethic, stating I don’t put enough work in, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Maybe because I don’t sit here and ramble on and on about that same old cry baby stories that some of these other Vixens do on a daily basis, it doesn’t mean jack shit. Wrestling is my life; it has been since I was a fan, as a kid. I eat sleep and breathe wrestling, twenty four seven. You see I get upset when a person like Cloud Matsuda, when she tries to talk down on me, tries to belittle me. I get tired of the constant disrespect I am given here in a daily basis, which is why I destroyed Tarah Nova at King of Elite, she chose to treat me with such disrespect for months, and that is what happens when you step on The Mistress of Deaths feet. You get your throat sliced with barbed wire. Cloud wants to talk about how she beat me in one match? Bitch please, the only reason you have that tainted victory over The Killer of the Vixen Killer, is because a certain somebody interfered in our match, you see Cloudy, that is the only time I ever lose matches, I constantly have people ruining my matches, because they are jealous of me. I would have a perfect record in EAW, if these women weren’t so jealous of my wrestling skills. Here we are now going full circle with this, and the reason people are jealous of me, is because of the amount I have accomplished, the reason you, Cloud and the rest of you Madison Kaline wannabees in that STD filled Vixens locker room are jealous of me is because I have accomplished so much more than you, I am a former Vixens Champion, I have defeated Hall of Fame Vixens, and I have main evented countless FPV matches. I have turned pennies into millions; I was given nothing and have become one of the very best in the history of Vixens. Like me or not, I don’t care what you think about me, I don’t care about anything anyway says about me backstage, on social media or in interviews. I have developed thick skin, and if you throw stones toward me, expect a death sentence by yours truly.

Cloud is not helping her case with the amount of disrespect she has thrown at a true living legend like me. The ass kicking I will give her will be like no other. You asked for it Cloud, you just keep running your mouth, and when people run their mouth, they get their ass kicked. But it’s okay maybe you can reform Sexy Curry, but this time change your team name to Irrelevant Curry, because that is what you and Haruna are. You two are, and will always be nothing; you will always be in my shadow no matter if I am Vixens Champion or not, the spotlight is always on me, because I am the best thing going in this division today, it’s certainly not you two. It’s certainly not that hack of a champion Eris LeCava. I am more talented, and more interesting than the so called champion Eris. But anyway, I’m starting to ramble on like other “top Vixens” who love to talk (Madison laughs), Showdown Cloud Matsuda vs Madison Kaline, my rise back to the top of the division continues.

**Madison gives the camera an evil stare, as she walks away, camera fades**

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