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Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 8:45 am by Guest

You’re right, Aren. You DO owe me one, because I helped your bum ass out by saving you from being apart of the most embarrassing loss in EAW history at Reckless Wiring. I’ll give you props for actually having the intelligence to hit Jamie with a crowbar to rack up a huge pinfall after pinfall but please, PLEASE, tell me did it have to come down to Jamie catching up on you and if I didn’t come out there and knock him out – that you would have lost? Why is that, Aren? How do you get pinned continuously by a guy who you just smacked over the head with a crowbar, bloodied and beat up for twenty minutes and COULDN’T get the job done? If I hadn’t bailed you out, you’d have lost that match most likely and we’d all be laughing at how Aren Mstislav once again choked when it really mattered. We’d be all laughing at another one of Lannister’s protégés failing and choking so as far as I’m concerned, you should be down on your knees, kissing my feet and THANKING ME. You should be grateful that I spared you from the biggest embarrassment of your life – and that’s not including dating a chick that not even Brett Kennedy wanted to date- but seriously Aren, you couldn’t get the job done by yourself, AGAIN. AGAIN you failed to get the job done and you’re right up there with Lucian Black as one of the biggest chokers that this company has ever seen. I mean, you’ve been here for what? 3 years? And all you have to show for it is a forgettable Pure title reign and being Lannister’s little sidekick? That’s embarrassing. When is the last time that you actually did something that was note-worthy? Beat Ares Vendetta? Well, I’m sure the rest of EAW was greatly proud of you for beating him but I’m not impressed. I’m not impressed by somebody who talked up a big game last year to win Cash in the Vault and FAILED. I’m not impressed by somebody who nobody even remembers was Pure Champion and lost to some nobody in JD Damon. I’m not impressed by somebody who enters the Elimination Chamber as this ‘huge signing for Showdown’ and FAILED. I’m not impressed by somebody who went into King of Elite and FAILED TO ECLIPSE DIEMOS OF ALL PEOPLE. I’m not impressed by somebody who had a shot at the title at Reasonable Doubt and FAILED. You see the reoccurring theme here, Aren? You FAIL in big matches on FPVs. Oh sure, you were the first one to beat Lioncross in EAW and you beat Vic Vendetta before too but why is it that you just can’t seem to win matches on an FPV? Why is it that you seem to choke every time you’re on an FPV? And why the hell would ANYBODY take you seriously in this match? Why the hell would ANYBODY believe that you’re going to win the Grand Rampage and go on to main event Pain for Pride? Because you want to avenge Das Lannister? If you were smart, you wouldn’t give a damn about a guy who quite clearly didn’t give a damn about you. I mean, at least Matt Miles saw through Lannister’s bullshit but you actually seemed to believe he actually cared for you. He actually made you believe that you two were equals when it was pretty easy to see that was never the case at all. If you two were indeed equals, how come he didn’t try and help you at King of Elite to win it despite you having to help him win the EAW Championship? It’s because he knew straight up that you were NEVER going to be main event material. He knew that you would never be anything special at all and it would be much easier for him to just keep you around as a sidekick instead of having to waste his own time trying to build somebody up to his level when you could never get on his level.

And please, I’m the one to blame because I overshadow people? I’m sorry that my presence alone is much bigger than you, I’m SORRY that I’m a bigger name than you. I’m SORRY that I’m better than you and people think I’ll win this match because of that. Aw, I should drop out of this match to make sure bums like Aren Mstislav and Lucian Black don’t cry too much because I’m overshadowing them! I wouldn’t want to cry too much that the big bad evil Dark Demon is screwing them out of this match! Aw, Aren Mstislav definitely would have been in more title matches if it wasn’t for management just putting me in title matches! Maybe if I stopped showing up, Aren could get even more title shots so he can fulfil his destiny even more to be like Lucian Black and Jamie O’Hara in being an utter failure! It’s such a shame that I overshadowed Aren at Reasonable Doubt, I’m SURE that if he was in the main event of that show, he’d have won! He’d be EAW Champion! Come off that shit, the only reason you, Lucian and any other of these 39 bums in this match are getting overlooked is because people already know that you will do what you always do and that is choke once again. You won’t eliminate me because you don’t have it in you to do it, just like Lucian Black DOESN’T have it in him to win this match or eliminate me, just like JJ Silva, or Cameron, or Jamie or anybody else you want to mention, you WON’T do a single thing. You WON’T win Grand Rampage, you WON’T headline Pain for Pride and you know it. You might lie to people to convince them that you’ll win, but you know deep down that you aren’t going to win this match, Aren. You’ll lye awake the night before the Grand Rampage and you won’t be able to sleep because you’ll know that you can’t lie to yourself, you can’t fool yourself into thinking that you’ll win this match. Don’t even bother showing up Aren, maybe you and Lucian along with Jamie would be better off in the Specialist Grand Rampage match, considering you’re lack of testicles, you three would be better off there but if you even TRY and get in my way in this match, I’ll do to you what I did to Jamie and once again, your dreams will be crushed right before your very eyes. AGAIN.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 4:56 am by Guest

Take a step out of your shoes and into mine, Tarah. We were both meant to sit at the top of this business with everything that we wanted into the palm of our hands. It was always meant to be you and me against the world, but you threw it all away. I gave you everything you wanted; I was the person that would willingly sit down and hear about every single trouble you had. I was the person that would give you that shoulder to cry on when the doubts began to seep through the cracks of that tough exterior of yours. I was the only person in the company that was willing to share the spotlight that he had created to ensure that a friend was given the same opportunities that he was given. When you walked out the doors of Elite Answers Wrestling and through the doors of the Answers Wrestling Federation, I was the ONLY person from this company that never turned their back on you once. You picked that company over this one because you through that you were going to be able to leech more out of it. It was never about what you could do for others, Tarah; it was always about what others could do for you. So, when AWF quickly closed its doors and I extended my hand to bring you back, you took it without hesitation. I brought you back and placed you under MY wing when I never needed to; I brought you back and gave you the opportunity YOU needed when I nobody else would, and with everything that I did… What was I given in return, Tarah? I had a knife driven into my back. I had a steel chair wrapped around my head, and my career was almost ended for it. Everything that you did that night has been buried in the back of my mind. There was never a day that passed me by where I didn’t think back about what YOU did. I watched as you succeeded off MY hand. I watched as you used EVERYTHING that I created for you to take that Vixen’s Championship from Lethal. I watched as you used the pedestal that I created to rebuild the Vixen’s division. I watched as you walked out in front of thousands and conquered the entire Vixen’s division, while I watched the walls that I built for myself began to crack and crumble. I had my life, my world torn to shreds… while you were never forced to deal with any consequences. But, Tarah, I’m the bad person here, aren’t I? I’m the person that should be FORCED to withstand the same tortures that you did inside that cage at Reckless Wiring. My blood should paint the walls of Showdown because of the things that happened at my hand.

So, I ask you again. Take a step out of your shoes and into mine.

What would you do if you were in my position? Would you let bygones be bygones or would you seek the retribution for the things that you were forced to suffer? I know you well enough to already know the answer to that question, Tarah. If the roles were reversed, you would be the person standing my position. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to where it’s only you and I, and now that it’s here – it’s feeling that I cannot describe. I hate you so much for what you did, and I hope to god the feeling is mutual. I’m not coming for your blood at Grand Rampage, because I’ve already had it. I’m not coming to feel the bones break; I’ve already had that too. I’m coming for the cure to everything that I’ve been forced to withstand for over a year. I’ve coming for a cure to the constant voices that seem to speak from every direction and tell me that tell me that it’s my fault of the position that I find myself in. This – all of this delves so much deeper than ANYONE else, you included, understands. You look at me, Tarah and I want you to see the thing that you’ve created. I want you to see the thing that you’re forced to stand against at Grand Rampage and know that, whether you have one arm or two that the result was never going to be any different. I’ve broken the arms of many, yours included, but the things that I’ve done; everything that I did to Dark Demon in that Hell in a Cell at Reasonable Doubt and everything that I did to you inside that Barbed Wire Steel Cage… it’s going to nothing to the things that happen at Grand Rampage. I’m willing to sweat. I’m willing to bleed. I’m willing to walk through the flames of war and crawl back for more if needed be, because I’m not going to hide it. If I don’t walk out of Grand Rampage with the Hall of Fame Championship, I don’t have a career any more. I’m hanging on by just a thread, Tarah and you’re the person with the scissors to cut it. But, I’m going to fight until I have nothing left BECAUSE THIS IS IT TARAH! THIS IS ALL THAT I HAVE LEFT! This is what everything that has been leading towards for a year and a loss to you is nothing more than dull blade twisting and turning in my stomach.

But I’m not going to lose, Tarah.

I’m going to rip your heart out of your chest and I’m going to throw it against the wall; I’m going to rip your head off your shoulders and I’m going to place it on a fucking stick. You’re career dies at my hand, Tarah. I promise you that.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 3:16 am by Guest

.:GRAND RAMPAGE #2:.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel bad for you. I’ve read many multiple online tabloids portraying your demise. Instead of laughing at the sight of your career slowly crumbling, I begin to get sad. You have so much potential, Maddie. You have the opportunity to make yourself into this legend but you’re hanging out with the wrong crowd. You’ve made too many dumb decisions. I don’t think you can reverse the damage that you’ve already caused. But how can I blame you? Loss after loss drove you to insanity. You had so much talent wrapped in those little fists but you didn’t know what to do with it. You tried aligning yourself with the likes of Maria Gonzales, how’d that work out? You tried the solo thing for quite some time, how’d that work out? Now, you’re trying to fit into this distorted family that does nothing but sacrifice lambs every Tuesday. You think that’s going to advance your career? And don’t give me that bullshit response “I didn’t join the Sanatorium to advance my career, I did it to find my family!” We all know that’s a lie, Maddie. Every time you try to say otherwise we can see you lying right through your teeth. Did I join Hexa-Gun to advance my career? You bet your ass I did. I joined Hexa-Gun so I could learn from my fellow cohort. I joined Hexa-Gun so HBG could take me under her wing and teach me everything she knows. She’s a huge factor as to why I’ve been so successful. Having success and being a family aren’t mutually exclusive, Maddie. You can do both and still have a genuine sincerity that emits from your body. Although, who am I kidding? What would YOU know about being genuine and real? I’m 100 percent certain there isn’t anything real on your body anyway…

But trust me, Maddie, I know that the losses you’ve had against me have been tough. Emotionally and spiritually, your confidence must be crushed into fine pieces of nothing. Nowadays, you have to resort into belittling me and criticizing my past title defenses. You can say whatever you want but Cloud Matsuda was a bitch to beat. She was like an annoying mosquito who wouldn’t leave no matter how many times you’d smack the shit out of her. Would you have been able to take her on? I sincerely don’t think so. And then I was put into a match where I had to defend my title not against one, but TWO serious competitors. I don’t care what anyone says, I won that title fair and square. You shouldn’t be so quick to blame Tarah for YOUR loss, but YOU should’ve been on the lookout regardless of what you were doing. Who cares if you were given a punt to the head, your focus should’ve been on the match and not on yourself. When you’re in the ring, nothing matters other than pinning your opponent. I stressed this the week of our match but none of you fucking morons listened to me. You were both too focused on yourselves and forgot that the real threat, the real champion was also in the mix. I was facing two prior champions who didn’t know how to pull their weight around this division. But even before that, let’s not forget that I beat this title off of you back in November. Do you remember how I single-handedly whooped your ass as you had millions of electric currents circulating your blood system? I can’t lie, though; you were a tough competitor and you always have been. You know how to reinvent yourself but you never get the formula just right. You always have something missing. Is the Sanatorium the missing ingredient in this concoction that you’re trying to stir up? Hmm, I don’t think so.

There have been multiple times in the past where we’ve squared off when I’ve smeared your thick, syrup-like blood all over my hands. (By the way, you should go get that checked.) There have been times where I’ve licked your wounds and tasted the triumph that stood before me. However, I’ve always distinguished your resilience. You’ve always had an unwillingness to give up. But at the same time, sometimes you just have to take a step back and look at your career and wonder “is this the right time to hang up my boots?” How many more humiliating losses is it going to take to finally take your stupid ass out of this division? Why do you always want to go after MY title? You’ve lost God knows how many times and you’ve never succeeded. But of course, one day I wish to be as blind and ignorant as you. I wish to have my head so far up my ass like you that I can see Eclipse Diemos’ penis shoved up in there. But there’s one thing that you got wrong, Maddie. It isn’t going to be just me vs you. It’s Eris LeCava vs the Sanatorium for the Vixen’s Championship. You can promise as many times as you want that your family won’t have any involvement but we all know that’s bullshit. They will be at your side the moment that bell rings and don’t get me wrong – that isn’t intimidating, not one bit. It’ll just push me harder and give me the strength I need to wipe the ring with your face. This time there won’t be electricity surrounding us or another waste of space in the ring with us. It’s going to be me v.s all of you and god knows that I’m ready for that challenge. I’m ready for whatever curveball you throw at me. I know your sadistic moves, sister. I know the shit you’re bound to pull.

You continue to repeat the claim that I’m not good enough to be champion and while I can whole heartedly disagree I have to ask; why do you repeat it so much? Are you trying to repeat it as many times as you can in order to convince me? Or are you doing it in order to convince yourself? I know that deep down you realize that I am in fact better than you. Your blood boils with jealousy that the thought that this “fat bitch” took away your precious title. I know that you hate me and wish the absolute worst on me because I took away your spotlight. I threw your ass to the back of the Vixens division where you belonged. Think about it, before I came around, you ruled this place. Everyone was #TeamMaddie, remember that? You had all of the momentum in the world and I came around and ruined all of that for you. I did it back in November and I can do it again on Grand Rampage. You’ve been lucky enough to get a third shot at my title (excluding your past fuck-ups, of course) but the outcome will be the same as the rest. You’ll always come up short and you’ll never have what it takes. Ever. Ever? EVER.

You’ll have no other choice but to go back to the Maddie that had no inspiration. To the Maddie that had not even an ounce of desire. To the woman who had no drive, no will power. The woman who felt as if she was about to expire. The woman who had nothing but memories of shitty people, who couldn’t even bare to imagine their ill faces.

I am the reason why you have no inspiration.
I am the reason why you won’t have any more desire for my title.

And then finally, you can go back to looking up into the dark, deep sky with such fury. With hatred and agony written all over your face. You can go back to hating the world and unleashing your anger all over the place. You can go back to search for another family. Another family who will take you in. However, the moment you fuck up, they’ll have no choice but to kick you in the shins. Because let’s face it, Maddie, you’re a disgrace. There’s nothing else to say other than I’ll see you on Saturday where the show will take place…

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 2:37 am by **Impact**

YOU MOTHERFUCKERS CANNOT BEAT ME! I AM THE TSUNAMI THAT SINKS VILLAGES AND DROWNS FAMILIES. I AM THE EARTHQUAKE THAT CRUSHES SKYSCRAPERS AND SHAKES THE VERY GROUND YOUR LITTLE FEET STAND ON. IT'S HEXA-GUN THIS, HEXA-GUN THAT! LOST TO MR. DEDEDE THAT, LOST TO MR. DEDEDE THIS! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE ANY OF YOU ACCOMPLISHED IN YOUR GODFORSAKEN GARBAGE DUMPS FOR CAREERS? NOTHING! YOU'VE BEEN SHIT YOUR ENTIRE LIVES AND YOU CLING TO YOUR GLIMMER OF HOPE LIKE THAT RAY OF LIGHT IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE SHINING ON YOU, BUT GUESS WHAT, FUCKFACES? ONCE YOU'RE THROWN OVER THE TOP ROPE, THAT ISN'T JUST THE END OF YOUR PAIN FOR PRIDE DREAM, THAT'S THE RESUMPTION OF THE NIGHTMARE THAT IS YOUR LIVES! AFTER LUCIAN BLACK IS ELIMINATED THIS SATURDAY AT THE GRAND RAMPAGE AND EVERYONE IN THE CROWD IS RETHINKING EVERYTHING THEY THOUGHT WAS INCONTROVERTIBLE TRUTH, THAT RAVEN-HAIRED UNDERACHIEVING NEVER-WAS PANSY GETS A CALL FROM HIS MOTHER SAYING SHE'LL ALWAYS LOVE HIM NO MATTER WHAT! NO MATTER WHAT, HUH? THAT'S THE LIFE YOU ALL LIVE, YOUR FATHERS AND MOTHERS FOREVER MAGNETIZED TO YOU THROUGH FAILURE AND SUCCESS, PUBLICLY SAYING THEY'LL SUPPORT YOU BUT TALKING SHIT ABOUT YOU BEHIND CLOSED DOORS AND WISHING YOU WERE NEVER BORN! "I SHOULD HAVE GOT AN ABORTION," SHE THINKS. YEAH, AFTER I CAVE YOUR FUCKING SKULLS IN WITH THE BATTERING RAMS THAT ARE MY FISTS OF STEEL, I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOUR POST-MENOPAUSAL MOTHERS SUDDENLY DECIDE THEY HAVE DEMENTIA ALL SO THEY CAN CLAIM TO FORGET YOUR EXISTENCES BECAUSE THEY DON'T WANT ASSOCIATE THEMSELVES WITH FAILURE. FAILURE! FAILURE! FAILURE! FAILURE! YOU GUARANTEE VICTORY, YOU PROPHESY GLORY, ALL THE WHILE SITTING ON YOUR LIAR'S CHAIRS AND LOOKING AT YOURSELVES IN THE MIRROR WHEN A SLIVER OF DOUBT SUDDENLY CREEPS INTO YOUR MINDS AND YOU START THINKING "WHAT IF I DON'T?" YOU JUST VENTURE ON WITH YOUR MONOTONOUS, GOING-NOWHERE CAREERS LIKE THE REST OF THE THIRTY-NINE TURTLES AND SLOTHS TRYING TO WIN A RACE AGAINST THE GODDAMN THOROUGHBRED, CONVINCING YOURSELVES THAT YOU CAN REBOUND FROM FAILURE BECAUSE ONE NIGHT ISN'T GOING TO DEFINE YOUR CAREERS! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, SHIELD YOURSELF FROM THE HEARTACHE AND DISAPPOINTMENT OF A FACE-TO-FACE CONFRONTATION WITH WHAT YOUR PATHETIC FUCKING ASSES COULDN'T DO. DON'T EVEN BOTHER TRYING TO RECTIFY IT AND LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES, JUST SWEEP IT UNDER THE RUG AND PRETEND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN! I'M NOT GOING TO BE LIKE YOU, I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE A SUDDEN CASE OF CONVENIENT AMNESIA AND IGNORE MY FAILURES. THE DISGUSTING IMAGE OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY FAILURES IS PERMANENTLY SEARED INTO MY BRAIN! THE SHOOTING STAR SPEAR, THE PHOENIX SPLASH, THE ROAD TO REDEMPTION CATASTROPHE, EVERYTHING! THIS ENTIRE YEAR I'VE BEEN FED SHIT AND CAME WITHIN SECONDS OF WINNING ONLY TO LOSE TIME AND TIME A-FUCKING-GAIN. TIME TO FIRE MY FUCKING CHEF AND BECOME A CULINARY SPECIALIST BECAUSE I'M STAYING IN MY OWN LANE NOW. AND IT'S FOR EXACTLY THAT REASON, FOR THE FACT THAT I CANNOT FORGET MY FAILURES, THAT ALL OF YOU WILL BECOME VICTIMS TO MY GREATNESS BECAUSE I REFUSE. TO. LOSE.

YOU TELL YOUR MOTHERS HI AND GIVE THEM A FAT OL' KISS FOR ME AFTER YOU INSTITUTIONALIZE THEM FOR THEIR SELF-DIAGNOSED DEMENTIA. IN ME THEY CAN HAVE THE SON THEY NEVER HAD WITH YOU: A SUCCESS.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 2:09 am by **Impact**

Number one with a bullet.

That's exactly what I am, yet I still have unquestionable future also-ran and participation trophy extraordinaire Erebos questioning my plight, speaking ill of my name and putting it alongside my inferiors to claim that I'm "right below the favorites." Another topic I haven't touched on thus far that's been resting dormant in my mind -- the fact that none of you are qualified to determine who the Grand Rampage favorite is because the majority of you trying to gain notoriety at the expense of sullying my name have never been favorites. Not in EAW, not in the independent wrestling scene, at no point in your entire mundane, insipid, menial-working lives have you people ever been the favorites. You can talk about who you're targeting heading into the Grand Rampage, but speaking like you're some kind expert on who the most threatening competitors in this match are is misleading because you've never tasted the kind of success that a career winner like myself expects every single night. Indeed, the only binary in this equation that you're familiar with is the opposite end of it: LOSING. I'm out here getting insulted by bargain-basement Kevin Devastation doppelgangers and mentally disabled, socially exiled goth rejects, and while under ordinary circumstances I would take umbrage to such remarks and retaliate accordingly, in this case it's hardly even worth my time. Is it really befitting of someone of my caliber to spend his time scraping all the ants off from under his shoes? Nah, instead I'll just flush the toilet paper I wipe my ass with, walk out of the bathroom, and keep on churning knowing that no matter how formidable or daunting my adversaries are, the reach of my ambitions will always extend further than theirs, that the strength of my willpower will always and forever overcome that of my enemies. But Erebos raised a point I find particularly confusing: the destiny conundrum. My entire career I've been fighting against preordained fate and shunning destiny, believing that man takes his chisel and hammer and through his actions carves out the life his efforts have earned him -- whether that life is sitting on a rocking chair and slowly wasting away before reflecting in your deathbed on all the empty promises you made to yourself when you were younger, or enjoying a resplendent career that makes you affluent and achieving maximum happiness with a wife and a family to call your own. Everyone's definition of success in this industry is different, and gee, I don't know, maybe if Erebos, Chris Elite, and Eclipse Diemos based their goals in EAW around being an abject failure, by their own twisted logic they've actually managed to succeed with flying colors! But for yours truly, the word "succeed" is only applicable when I'm not just beating my foes, but crushing their spirits and utterly draining them of their desire to keep on fighting until nothing's left but a lowly shell of a man who has given up.

Speaking of lowly men soon to experience the thrill of submitting to their superiors, Eclipse Diemos! I know your tales are meant as some sort of allegory or parable, but let's cut the fucking shit and be direct for once in your shithole for a life: all of these rambling pretentious stories and social interactions with children don't mean a goddamn thing once you step inside that squared circle and you're repeatedly left desperately clinging for dear life, holding onto those hopes and dreams so closely that it could turn an Atheist back into a Christian once he starts impulsively praying to God "DON'T LET THE BAD MAN THROW ME OVER THE ROPES! LET ME BOARD THE ARK WITH NOAH, BLESS ME WITH REFUGE!", he says, completely depriving himself of all dignity and conviction in the process. This match doesn't strain your body like the Extreme Elimination Chamber, but it's mathematically designed for you to fail. Maybe you see it as a vortex of chaos, the perfect playground for a mentally unstable borderline-psychotic like yourself, but I've competed in multiple Rampage matches before and I can tell you that your inexperience is going to prove to be your downfall. Six years ago, Lucian Black fought bravely in the Grand Rampage under the name "George Copeland" and even managed to eliminate me. Can you guess what happened after that? A stroke of luck saw an upstart Cyclone winning the match, one in a million, but despite Lucian having his moment and being able to create a career out of the claim that he outlasted Y2Impact, six years later he's still around vying for the exact same prize that he never won like a broken record. What's the meaning of that? You already had your once-in-a-million success story when you defeated Aren Mstislav and Lucian Black and insolently bestowed upon yourself a self-given nickname: "The Outcast King." The same fate that befell Lucian after his dreams turned to ashes beneath his feet could menacingly grin upon you and laugh at your failures every step of the way for the better portion of a decade. Maybe some tiny little modicum of talent breezed the way for that reality to come to fruition at King of Extreme, but faced with the task of competing in that same match ten times over again and only gaining the crown by winning at least half of the time, I'm willing to bet that despite all of your bravado and verbal theatrics, all of your confidence would sink into the pit of your stomach while craven nerves took over leading the way for you to helplessly devise what you think are "foolproof strategies" until another domino falls, the whole complexion of the match changes, and you're back where you started at square one. The difference between you and I is that I don't need to "gain traction" after suffering a setback, I don't need to hedge my bets on my "momentum" -- I'm not Lucian Black -- because I quite acutely know something you have ignorantly brushed to the wayside: that victory isn't a never-ending perpetual constant, but a singular action that comes on any given night. Sure, if you went by my recent matches, my loss to Phoenix Winterborn and Mr. DEDEDE on Voltage, my loss for the Answers World Championship to Mr. DEDEDE at Reckless Wiring, I wouldn't have a shot! I'd be the afterthought you're all mistakenly pretending I am while you rest on your laurels oblivious to the freight train that's going to come at you with unparalleled agility and force that'll squash you like a fuckin' bug. But The Machine isn't a simple mortal like you, Eclipse; The Machine is something far greater, a dynamic that unexpectedly explodes on the scene to ravage his enemies and gain a kind of vengeance that can only be described as poetry taking form. You're writing me off just like Lucian Black is writing me off, just like Dark Demon is writing me off, just like never-was Aren Mstislav is writing me off, but I don't care to claim that I'm an underestimated and overlooked underdog; because while your confidence is fake, see-through, transparent, fragile as glass, and going to fold like a cheap suitcase once I eliminate you, my confidence comes from the inside and it cannot be broken. Not by you, not by thirty-nine other men and women; because the only thing that'll be left standing inside that ring when the war of attrition has reached its standstill will be The Machine.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 1:46 am by **Carlos Rosso**

The Final Battle Before the Final Battle

(Battleground Promo/Showdown Post-Show/Grand Rampage Promo #1)

(Carlos Rosso walks backstage with his CWF World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder after the main event of Showdown. He hardly looks as if he’s worked up a sweat despite the physicality involved and Mao looks quite pleased with his team picking up the victory, clapping hysterically behind him and laughing. Various reporters and photographers are waiting for him at a makeshift area set up for him to give his address. As he approaches it, he throws the CWF Belt down on the floor.)

Carlos: DOES ANYONE DOUBT THAT I AM ONE OF THE MOST GIFTED PROFESSIONAL ATHLETES ON EARTH NOW!? I just went out there and beat your EAW Champion and your “Challenger” to my Championship at Grand Rampage. Easily. Furthermore, I humiliated Lioncross. I showed him what a true piledriver is like. You noticed that he didn’t just get back up, didn’t he? He laid there on the floor, limp as a cold fish about to be sold at a marketplace! Are you impressed enough now?

(Carlos takes a moment to collect his thoughts before pointing at the CWF Championship belt laying on the floor.)

Carlos: That title means nothing without me. If I am to lose it, it may as well cease to exist. Chris Elite. Stephanie Matsuda. Piff Fumador. Lucas Johnson. These names don’t excite me. These names in fact BORE me. I didn’t resurrect the crown jewel of my career to be handed appetizers. I needed something to sink my teeth into. I’ll be honest. I wanted someone else to stand where Lioncross is standing right now. I wanted Heart Break Boy but he retired. I wanted Dark Demon but he had pressing business elsewhere. Mexican Samurai would be a welcome challenger but he has a belt and is challenging for another. Lioncross is what I have to make due with to amuse myself with at the Grand Rampage. So be it. I’m going to humiliate and torture him on a global stage. And then, on that same stage, I will secure my place in the MAIN EVENT of Pain for Pride by winning the Grand Rampage. I’m sure you idiots have questions. Hurry up, I have a plane to catch to London! MAKE THIS SHIT SNAPPY!

(The interviewers murmur among themselves momentarily before one of them, a young blonde reporter stands up and begins to speak.)

Interviewer #1: You seem very confident that you will be going to Grand Rampage as the CWF World Heavyweight Champion, you still have a match to go against Lucas Johnson on Battleground. Don’t you think that maybe even in your mind Lucas Johnson may present more challenges than you give him credit?

(Carlos glares at the reporter for a moment before answering. His voice is low, calm and even.)

Carlos: I don’t underestimate or overestimate him. Lucas Johnson is not a total lost cause. He can wrestle and I know that he is hungry for a big win. The fact of the matter is though that I don’t care about that. I have somewhere to be in South Bend, Indiana next weekend and guess what? If I have to trample an NCAA Wrestling Champion to get there, I’m going to trample an NCAA Wrestling Champion. He knows what he’s stepping into…I think and hope so anyway. He’s the one who ran his mouth off after seeing me pick apart every single person who has come up to challenge me for that belt. Does he truly believe that his “attempts” and “willingness to give his all” are really going to mean shit against me? Ask Stephanie Matsuda how that pie-in-the-sky bullshit worked for her. It didn’t. It didn’t get her one step of the way. He, I’m sure, will have already failed in his attempt to win the EAW Pure title and his string of failures will not end with me. In fact, I’m promising the absolute worst and most embarrassing loss of his career to date. I will torture him slowly. People are going to believe that being hung, drawn, and quartered is making a comeback in London with the severity of the beating that he’s going to take. For now, though, I’ll let him and people like you believe that he is capable of doing anything other than offering me a casual warmup before my contest with Lioncross.

(Another reporter begins to speak up in Japanese with Mao shaking her head with a worried expression before Carlos grabs a water bottle and launches it towards the guy’s face.)

Carlos: BAKAYARO! WE ARE IN AMERICA! SPEAK ENGLISH, YOU LAZY FUCKER!

(The reporter bows deeply, his shirt wet from the water splashing onto his shirt.)

Interviewer #2: I’m sorry…. Lioncross has…many criticisms about you. How does that make you feel?
Carlos: I don’t give a fuck what criticisms he has for me. Honestly, when you look at wrestlers who have had longevity, who have been GREAT champions across the world, does LIONCROSS flash as a name that actually means anything to our sport? Really? What did he ever do besides lucking his way to a CWF World Heavyweight Championship? If this were someone with half a brain, someone like Tony Rolland or GI Styles or Jaywalker, even Impact despite the fact that I hate his stinking guts on principle alone…. I’d listen. I’d respect them. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t fight them or anything, but I do RESPECT them. Lioncross is just a blip on the Doppler radar of professional wrestling. You want to know what I am in comparison, a Category Five hurricane. A destructive force that has laid waste to organization after organization, tearing through anyone who dares to get in my way. So, to answer your stupid question, it makes me feel nothing when Lioncross criticizes me because I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO RESPECT FOR HIM AS A WRESTLER OR AS A HUMAN BEING. Next moron.

(A young plump redhead with an English accent begins to speak up when the other reporters are very slow to respond.)

Interviewer #3: Lioncross has pointed out that you were never the last official CWF World Heavyweight Champion anyway and that your claim to the title is an arrogant one and a farce. How do you respond to such statements?

(Carlos stares over the woman for a moment.)

Carlos: You know, I figured someone would bring that up.

(Bending down for a moment, he scoops the CWF World Heavyweight Championship off the floor and puts it back on his shoulder.)

Carlos: This belt is MY property. When I defeated Donovan T at the final Wrestling Classic, I became essentially the owner of all CWF materials, intellectual rights, so on and so forth. To keep a long story short, it doesn’t matter who the final champion was, I can do whatever I please. If I wanted to bring back the Dominas Championship and put it on the waist of my apparent apprentice Stephanie Matsuda, I’d do so. IF I wanted to bring back the CWF World Tag Team Championships and team with Mexican Samurai, nothing Lioncross could say or do would stop me from doing so. If I wanted to bring back the North American Championship and give some of the younger hungrier men on the Showdown roster something to fight for, I would do it. And there would not be a thing he could do about it. Regardless of how he feels about how I attained this belt, there will be NO dispute from anyone that I have defended this belt against anyone who has the testicular fortitude necessary to face me. They have all failed. Just like Lucas Johnson will fail in London and just how Lioncross will fail in South Bend.

Interviewer #4: Lioncross has made it known that his reason for fighting has nothing particularly to do with the title itself but with beating you up, for lack of better terms. He wants to seemingly end your career and cost you the Grand Rampage. With some of your actions in the last two months, is his stance not justified?

Carlos: His stance is justified as much as Santa Clause exists. I tried to be amicable. I tried to simply tell him to go away, that his presence was not required in EAW. But what does he do? He keeps coming back. He types on social media like he’s the millennial reincarnation of Forrest Gump. He throws out subtle jabs at me never telling you people what a degenerate and prick he first was when he broke into CWF in the first damn place. I beat up people he holds dear for sport. It’s funny to me. I’d do it again if I was offered the opportunity to do so.

Interviewer #5: You have done something unique in EAW history. You are a World Champion who has also decided to enter the Grand Rampage and have been granted entry. Doesn’t your entry in this match demean your own title and how do you plan on pacing yourself for such a grueling match especially when you have to face Lioncross beforehand, assuming you defeat Lucas Johnson Tuesday evening.

Carlos: No, it does not demean this. You know what it does? It amplifies it. The pressure, the desire to win, it amplifies everything. Not only do I carry the title of World Champion into Grand Rampage, I also carry a target on my back. You notice that there are a lot, A LOT, A LOT of wrestlers already talking about how they are going to win the grand rampage. Every year, it’s a never-fucking ending stream of bullshit from people who don’t know any better! I’ve learned over the years to cut out the chatter and focus my attention on people who actually can do some damage and the occasional few people that piss me off.

What’s that you say, you want me to handicap the field for you? You want me to tell you who I think actually could win this thing? El LANDERSON!

Kidding.

But let’s look over some of the participants, one by one shall we?

Y2Impact, the rechristened “machine”. I know this man incredibly well. He is one of the greatest of all time, I’m not even going to dispute it. He knows all about me, and believe me I know all about him. I’ve had some of my most draining, frustrating matches with him. I don’t like him but damn it all I respect him. He is one of the most viable candidates, especially if he is blessed with a late draw and can come into the fray completely fresh. An opponent that should be respected.

There’s Cameron Ella Ava, the lovely but deadly Vixens representative. Although I generally find myself rather bored by women wrestling in matches like these I’m not sure she can’t just win it. Brian Daniels among others has proven that you don’t have to be the biggest, strongest, or even the smartest individual to be one of the last ones standing at the end. All you have to do is be vicious enough, tough enough and lucky enough. She’s been doing her fair share of all of these things of late. I would not totally rule out her winning this thing and making a big splash.

Dark Demon, of course, who I see has not failed to provide his usual inaccuracy or two. I think he said something recently about someone tying the record of Vic Vendetta and myself for failed title opportunities or something in EAW. Something to that effect was said. Funny thing is, whenever I have had straight up 1-vs-1 matches with someone for a title I win them more often than not. The only WORLD Championship opportunity I was ever actually granted was in an Elimination Chamber match. I don’t have to tell you people that shit can happen in those matches that can’t be predicted. That said, another person who I have to take seriously.

Sure, there’s others like JJ Silva (laughs)…Oh, that one. Always standing in the shadow of someone, isn’t he? First he couldn’t get anything but second fiddle in the worst EAW faction of all time, the Iconomy. Now he’s Crash’s towelboy and Scott Oasis, the Charisma Vacuum himself, he’s Oasis’s personal fluffer. Those of you who are unaware of what that means I’ll explain later in the airport lounge before my flight.

Lucian Black…ugh. Big strong guy. Tough as a rock, but also dumber than a rock. He could be a factor, but then again he could not be. There’s another guy involved too. Some Russian person who’s name I can’t pronounce. I think I’ve wrestled him once or twice but honestly he’s forgettable and bland as a McDonalds burger. I mean, you eat it, you shit it out, but at the end of the day it wasn’t anything special to you. I have no strong feelings of disdain or anything when I think of the possibility of facing him.

There is one name above all others that is in this field that I am really, REALLY looking forward to seeing again. This person ROBBED me of my most crucial moment, my Pain for Pride moment. Jamie O’Hara. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve crossed paths with him. We were battling in London last year. I was literally inches from being the man who held all of EAW in the palm of his hand. And he took it all away from me. Do any of you know how satisfying that would be for me to return the favor to him? To make him pay for what he’s done? To HUMILIATE AND TAKE FROM HIM AS HE HUMILIATED AND TOOK FROM ME! THAT WOULD BE BETTER THAN SEX!

There are only about 10 or 11 people that I actually think will have a shot to win this thing and honestly I’m one of those 10 or 11 people. I have traveled down this road before. I have prepared for months for this moment.

Interviewer #5: What do you have to say to the competitors in the Grand Rampage and to the two men you will face in Singles Competition the week leading up to that moment?

Carlos: I think I’ve already covered that; you know? I said that I was going to beat the fuck out of Lucas Johnson, and I will. There is no disputing that at all. I will make him cry like a little girl on international television. And then, I’m going to catch a flight from London straight to Indiana to rest my body and prepare for what lies ahead. Lioncross does not concern me. He talks about carrying ME but in reality I have never needed anyone to carry me. Even my tag team partner of note, GI Styles, one of the greatest Champions that EAW has ever had on its roster, DID NOT CARRY ME! I want the people in the Grand Rampage to know something. I didn’t sign up for this competition to phone it in. I came to win and make history. Ever since I arrived on Showdown, I have yet to be beaten. Mexican Samurai couldn’t do it. Dark Demon couldn’t do it. Chris Elite and Piff Fumador damn sure couldn’t do it. LIONCROSS couldn’t’ do it. Once I make my debut on Battleground, in front of thousands of fans in the prestigious Royal Albert Hall, you are all going to understand even MORE why I am one of EAW’s most feared competitors. And believe me, they do fear me. Why do you think so many people who have spoken about the Grand Rampage mention my name? THEY MENTION IT BECAUSE IT IS THE NAME OF THE CWF WORLD CHAMPION, THE ONLY REAL WORLD CHAMPION THAT SHOWDOWN HAS! THEY KNOW, THAT SINCE 2007, THE NAME CARLOS ROSSO HAS BEEN SYNONYMOUS IN THIS SPORT WITH EXCELLENCE! I DON’T NEED A CRAPPY STABLE, CREEPY VIGNETTES, A BLAND, MECHANICAL PERSONA, MASKS, OR A PAIR OF TITS TO MAKE MY MARK IN THIS COMPANY OR ANYWHERE ELSE I’VE BEEN! MY HANDS, FEET, ELBOWS AND KNEES HAVE LEFT PLENTY OF MARKS AND BROKEN A LOT OF PEOPLE’S DREAMS!

Mao: We went into the Grand Rampage last year with a plan. We thought that we had a foolproof way of making sure that one of the two members of Dynamite Rain would be standing last. We trusted GI Styles…and he turned his back on us and eliminated us when everything was just within reach. This time, Carlos Rosso will go further than the final eight. He will go to the very top and take what belongs to him. Fatigue will not be a factor seeing he is the best conditioned athlete in the history of EAW. Strength and other measurable will not be factors either. Neither will his desire. Time after time, we have had to watch people younger, less talented, more connected with the front office become champion again and again and again. We watched them win tournaments, we’ve watched people win the Cash in the Vault, we’ve watched them win the Grand Rampage. THAT ENDS APRIL 30^th! Keep that date in your minds and on your hearts. Commit it to memory. Because that is the day that Carlos Rosso is going to destroy Lioncross then advance to the Battle Royal to END all Battle Royals.

Carlos: Lioncross and Victor Vendetta were made examples of tonight. The hapless one will be made an example of in London. And then, in South Bend, it will be time for everyone to go to school.

LESSON NUMBER ONE: ACCEPT THAT CARLOS ROSSO IS…. ICHIIIIIIIIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

LESSON NUMBER TWO: ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE NOT.

I’m done.

(Abruptly cutting his press conference short, Carlos and Mao storm out of the makeshift press conference area, Carlos decking a reporter who is attempting to ask him another question.)

Carlos: No more questions, are you DEAF? ARE YOU STUPID? ARE YOU ANOTHER RELATIVE OF LIONCROSS THAT NEEDS TO BE BITCHSLAPPED!? Oh…. you work for Fox Sports. My bad.

(Laughing and stepping over the reporter, Carlos continues to walk away from the scene.)

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 1:39 am by **Lioncross**

(This isn't meant to be a Carlos promo. You all know I'm not about double posting, even when the gloves are off.)

Getting to relive my CWF days? Nostalgia? I expected better from you, O woman who's breaking barriers in EAW and whatever. I thought you were smarter than that. I thought you paid enough attention to know that I DON'T DO THAT.

I have NEVER relied on my CWF accomplishments after my match with Heart Break Boy. I wanted to earn my way to the top, to the initial chagrin of Brett Kennedy. I've insisted and insisted that I'm here to succeed in EAW by beating other wrestlers in EAW. I've shown that, and I've done that. Yet, I get that same accusation every now and then. I'm just surprised that you, Cameron Ella Ava, are apparently in the same intellectual echelon as Brett Kennedy and Thomas Minns - two guys who have used that same line and beaten it into the ground. You want to know why Y2Impact is successful? He recognizes that I'm not here to ramble about CWF and 2009. In other words, HE PAYS ATTENTION. If he thinks I was trying to throw him off my scent by saying I had no personal beef with him, he's wrong about that - the idea of competition is enough to make all of us want to beat 39 other Elitists for a main event spot at Pain For Pride. I don't need to have personal beef with anybody to want to beat them. And, Cameron, I still have no personal beef with you - I'm just slightly annoyed with you and your ignorance.

You know what? I take it back. You're not in the same intellectual echelon as Kennedy and Minns. You've actually beaten worthwhile wrestlers here, and you've won some pretty big titles in EAW. You obviously have the capacity to outsmart people bigger than you in stature - basically all the stuff I said about you before we faced off many moons ago. But maybe you've revealed to everybody why you didn't beat me back then; you had a bad read on who I was and who I am. You believed what the sheeple of EAW - the jealous, lower tier scrubs who struggle to win matches, much less advance in rank - had to say about me. Reliving my CWF days. Nostalgia.

The person who's reliving his CWF days and experiencing nostalgia is Carlos Rosso. He's doing so by BRINGING BACK A CHAMPIONSHIP FROM A DEAD FEDERATION. The fact that I'm still accused of being like this when the guy who's going to be across the ring from me did something as blatant as that just shows why I've coasted past so many here, despite having this "frail body". I've outsmarted many people here. And, as it turns out, it apparently doesn't take a Bachelor's to do so. All it takes is a little attention to detail - evidently, that's more than many people here bother to show.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 1:17 am by **The Mexican Samurai**

Culture

A Grand Rampage Promo

Where art thou, Victor Vendetta? I look through the crevices of a tampered career and all I see is the hollow husk of a once proud man, the dust and ashes of a "would be" legacy that is tumbling over itself and falling into the shadows of obscurity. I hope the world is prepared for nothing more than a sense of rambling and repeating from myself because I don't think that there will be a rebuttal or any sense of argument coming from the champion of Showdown. The shadow of a proud champion has been looming over the existence of EAW during the last couple of months while fans fervently hold their baited breaths in anticipation of the next great figure that would arrive to shoot their serotonin levels to new heights yet unexplored. I have fostered a culture through my actions, a mass hysteria that has swept over the denizens, as if hand-touched by a god himself; given a grand vision of a figure that will rule over the world they inhabit forever. Yet, I can give a single fuck about any and all of my followers because they chase My Millenium like a child addicted to sugar, wanting just a taste of success... trying to live vicariously through the actions of someone who worked their way up to the top much like the prescribed Hollywood endings that are on a repeated loop. These addicts continue to saunter around me, begging for the scraps that I allow to fall to the floor like a collection of vagabonds who don't share the same privilege as I do. I was in the same position as the rest of the collective youth who inherited a life of their own but I didn't sit there and sulk when life gave a little bit of a challenge, instead I forged a path through hard work and sheer will. I don't want any followers, worshippers or fans, I have my protégé in Haruna Sakazaki and she will know what it is like to attain to the highest of highs when we are done with my training.

It's been too easy for others who scrape by doing just the bare minimum of what is required of them; these lazy fucks whose definition of a title defense is against someone who can't even stay in the company for longer than a month. Victor Vendetta has now established himself as the archetype of the "lackluster reign" and sure, he'll go into the record books of being a former EAW Champion but he won't be remembered for being a credible one. It's all about taking the opportunities that have been given to me and it seems that recently everything is starting to work out in my favor as I continue to gain steam with every high-profile win that comes my way. I beat you, yet again, Victor Vendetta. This time though, I unleashed my Samurai Stab to your forehead and was able to beat you cleanly in the middle of the ring. My brash, cocky, and arrogant attitude has gotten under your skin as you've given me the opportunity of a lifetime... to become a double champion in under a year with the company. Surely... I'll go in the history books if I win on Saturday? I was successfully able to unleash that anger when you vehemently denied giving me a title shot, the same thing happened with Dark Demon when he first refused to fight me... but I hate taking "no" for an answer. I'm the kind of person that will chip away at your ego until you have no choice but to respond in order to save face; nothing but a pile of ashes where a confident man once stood. Everything seems to good to be true, as if I was simply reading a fairytale created by one of those creepy as fuck Mr. DEDEDE fans whose main hobby is to write EAW fanfiction on one of those forummotion websites. This isn't a dream, this isn't reality... this is My Millennium.

I stand in the deafening silence and I still have some sense of paranoia going into my match, I'm trying to think of anyone that would have some kind of agenda with me and would be going out of their way to cost me a chance at winning the belt. It seems as though this will be a fair and competitive one-on-one contest but you can never expose your back when so many haters are gunning to win the Grand Rampage in order to get a shot at the belt that you might possibly win. That is why I'm going to have Haruna accompany me to the ring, it isn't because she is a valet or an escort... no, she will be insurance for anyone that wants to try to come out of those curtains and enter themselves in my shot, INTO MY OPPORTUNITY!! I BUSTED MY ASS TO EARN THIS MOMENT AND I'M GOING TO PROVE THAT I'M CURRENTLY THE BEST ELITIST ON SHOWDOWN!! Aren wants to make a remark that he is the guy who represents Showdown because I've excluded everyone else on my quest to be the greatest? He has had his shot too many times to count and he couldn't rise to the occasion, and you wanna know the exact moment that I decided that I wanted to turn everything around in my career?

It was the moment that Aren Mstislav was named the Elitist who would have the breakout year in 2016.

I will not pull an Aren Mstislav, I will not pull a Lucian Black … a Ryan Savage... a Chris Elite... an Alex Anderson. I will not spend two, three, four, five or even seven years languishing in mediocrity as I wait for an obligation title reign because these losers didn't have what it took to win through pure skill; a recurring memory of misery and disappointment. They all have to go through forty men because it's the only chance they will have of ever getting that title shot, yet I only have to go through one man in order to earn the title that has eluded them throughout their careers.

I beat Demon, Jamie, Victor, Stand And Deliver, TLA, Rex McAllister, Brayden Cruise, Maxwell Dachs... and I've been here for less than under a year. FUCKING :WHEW:

Do you truly understand why Mr. DEDEDE said that I'm one of the only individuals that put fear into him and I was deemed as a future world champion? I'm not going to allow myself to have those aspirations as a "future" world champion because I'm going to take the opportunity that was given to me and capitalize on the weak opposition at the current moment. There is no future, only now. No matter what happens, it doesn't matter if Victor Vendetta finally takes the time to show up and actually respond to me because he already lost and judging by the atmosphere that hangs around the locker room... everybody has already given up on him too. My Millennium rules over Victor Vendetta and now he steps into my house, in between my ropes, and places his pudgy toes into my ring as the odds are stacked in my favor. Vic will take a look around the arena as he slowly sees the writing on the wall, he will see the influence that I've created spreading through the stands as My Millennium turns the fans into blood-thirsty animals who are awaiting a succulent pig to sacrifice. I rule everything in My Millennium and in My Millennium, I simply won't beat Victor Vendetta in a competitive contest. No, I'm going to utterly destroy him and I'm going to make it look easy... I'm going to choke him unconscious and leave him in a puddle of blood as the crimson river floods from his forehead and drips out his nasal passages. I hope that whoever watches the Grand Rampage takes a long, hard look and thinks about who they want to face at Pain For Pride because if I win that title then I make a fucking statement not to choose me in the main event.

Just take a look at the rotting corpse of Victor Vendetta that comes through the backstage area in a stretcher.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 1:06 am by **『zakkii』**

(OOC Note: Thank you to @Mexican Samurai for his permission to his character's usage as well as the proofread of his own part)

It is Grand Rampage week and the meet and greet session has opened at the Notre Dame Conference Center at Notre Dame University. A lot of elitist and vixens are in private booths as they interact with their fans with autographs, photo sessions and having small talk. We see Haruna Sakazaki, who is in the middle of closing her session, while a little girl attempts to sneak her way into the booth by running underneath the security who is trying to stop her. Haruna approaches her with a soft smile and tells the security to let go off her. She gets on the level of the girl as she talks politely.

Haruna Sakazaki: What happened, sweetie? You want to see Miss Jaxon? I saw Miss Jaxon leave her booth a minute ago so her session is now closed. Is there anything I can do to help you?

That little girl is surprisingly shocked to see Haruna as she moves away.

Little Girl: Waah!!!!.... You are Haruna Sakazaki! No, I don't want to get closer to a monster like you! Go away! You are evil! You love to hurt people.... Stay away from me! I want to see Aria!!

Haruna Sakazaki: Eeh?

The little girl begins to punch Haruna's shoulder weakly with all of her strength but doesn't do any damage of course. The security try to stop her but Haruna prevents it.

Haruna Sakazaki: No, don't hurt her.... let her hit me as she likes.

After a series of punches that doesn't have any effect, the mother of that little girl comes and separates her daughter away from Haruna and picks her up as the girl continues to try to scratch, claw and punch. Other visitors and the rest of security start to take notice and begin staring in their direction.

Girl's Mom: Alice.... what are you doing? Stop punching Miss Sakazaki! She's not a bad person. She's just playing her role.

Alice: No, mom! You don't understand! She is evil!! I saw what she did to Cloud Matsuda!! She tried to kill her!!!

The girl is still trying to punch Haruna, in a fit of rage and tears, as the words barely come out of her mouth through the intense crying. The mother moves away further while still holding her daughter.

Alice's Mom: I apologize for this, Miss Sakazaki! She's still a little kid and does not understand that you are only portraying a character. Please forgive her.

Haruna sighs while brushing her hair.

Haruna Sakazaki: It's okay. We're sorry as well because Aria's meet and greet session is closed. Maybe you want to return in a few hours. Until then, thank you for coming!

Haruna bows down to her as she and her daughter leave. Her daughter still kicking and screaming in a huff as security escorts them across the convention floor. Haruna attempts to maintain her composure but the child's anger begins to tug at her heartstrings, and she puts her head down as tears begins to drop. Mexican Samurai is in the crowd having watched the events that unfolded and realizes that it is time for him to approach his protégé.

Mexican Samurai: Haruna.... I saw what happened earlier--

Without any words, Haruna shoves Samurai away and storms her way to an empty hallway.

Mexican Samurai: Haruna, wait!!!

Samurai follows her to the hallway. Haruna is in tears while covering her face and Samurai takes a seat beside her. Haruna begins to calm down as she starts talking.

Haruna Sakazaki: Mirei once told me the story of her own struggle while being a member of a unknown idol group. There was once an old lady who shoved her away while she was attempting to hand out flyers in order to promote an upcoming concert. Mirei fell onto the cold, hard concrete and was in a state of shock, the lady hated idols and responded by throwing her down to the ground which sent her flyers everywhere. In the stunned silence, Mirei couldn't believe that kind of anger that would reside in a person that didn't even know her. All she wanted to do was let people know about the opportunity she had been given to perform with this idol group and someone humiliated her and never gave her the chance. I kept encouraging her to never surrender! To go back out there and continue to hand out those flyers, even if they throw them back in her face! She listened to me as if I had already done this before.... But no, I had never experience this kind of hatred before, the kind of hatred that the old woman had for Mirei. I experienced it now..... It hurts, Alex! It hurts so much....

Samurai nods, beginning to notice the real problem here. He couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.

Mexican Samurai: I guess this is the moment when you learn something from everything you said to your sister. Now I want to know.... tell me what you said to encourage her.

Haruna Sakazaki: I... I... no, Alex! This is different story.

Mexican Samurai: I'm just curious and want to know about how a tsundere like you actually encourages people.

Haruna Sakazaki: Well.... uh.... no matter how people look at you, just remember that there are some people who look at you positively. They want to see you, they will wait for your performance and will devote themselves to support you. Think about people who love you instead those who hate you and keep doing what you love and you will be alright. People will see your effort, your hard work, your dedication and people will appreciate it sooner or later.... uhh, at least that is what I remembered.

Samurai pats on her shoulder, telling her to look at him in the eyes.

Mexican Samurai: You know what, Haruna? Everything that you said to Mirei can be applied to yourself.... Now I know, I'm aware that the crowd is currently against you. Things are a little bit different. Mirei only had a couple haters while you have a lot of them but you know, both of you experience the same situation. You know what to do. Do what you told your sister to do... or I will tell you what to do. It seems as though ever since this partnership has started that you've controlled me around but I want you to listen to me for once.... all you need to do is focus.... focus on your training with me, don't listen to those haters and make yourself stronger. But... I don't want you to change your attitude. I don't want you to be a cocky, arrogant bastard like me. You are who you are and you will always be who you are. Jade was right, I was talking to her a bit, she said that she loves to be on your side. You make her balanced. She used to have a negative attitude and held so much hatred but when you came and saved her, she felt something different. I don't want to change it from you, Haruna. For me, you are the only vixen who is truly kind, the only vixen with the heart of an angel, even if they think you are different now. No, it doesn't make you weaker, Haruna! You are one of the strongest people I've ever met and my work here is to make you even more perfect. Don't worry... Don't be afraid, you will be just fine!

Samurai extends his arms out towards Haruna, who with no words, wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Haruna feels so comfortable around him as she gently sobs again while leaning on his shoulder. After a few moments of this deep embrace, Haruna unexpectedly pushes him away.

Haruna Sakazaki: Train together, you said!? These recent weeks I've become your escort girl that always accompanies you in your match. I thought we supposed to fight together when I heard about you wanting to train me.... no, I still hate you, Mexican Samurai!

Haruna, with her very reddish face, storms out of the empty hallway and leaves Mexican Samurai. Who stands there in with disappointed look on his face!

Mexican Samurai: I'M TRYING TO TRAIN YOU FOR THE SPECIALIST RAMPAGE MATCH!!! Uh... she does make a great valet though. I thought for sure that we were going to have a moment....

Samurai looks down at the ground.

Mexican Samurai: Welp, time to go back to training so I can win the EAW Championship for her!

Samurai shrugs his shoulder before she leaves the room and ends the scene.

Haruna is seen in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. She puts her hand in front of the mirror, connecting herself with her own reflection as she begins to speak.

Haruna Sakazaki: Fear.... as a normal human being, I have those. Can't even lie to myself.... even I often call myself a fearless vixen, I am not that flawless. I always think that strong fighter is the one who always look fearless and have the guts to do anything they desire. But the one who admit the flaw of themselves and try to overcome it is a stronger person. This is what I'm trying to do. I try to expose my own fear and conquer it by myself. The first time I won this title.... That was the time when my fear gets reflected big time. I fear not to get the recognition I deserve.... I want to be like my sister, who worked so hard to get the fame she wanted. She get what she wanted... People are chanting her name in her every show, waiting for her next performance eagerly. I was too naïve to look at my own career just like her but then I realized something. I live in a different world with her. Mirei lives in the world when they sell dreams. While people paid those dreams with support. Their support is the fuel for her.... I'm not living in that world. I live in the world when support won't matter. This is the matter of survival... because when I win something, the ultimate prize of them all, people are after my head. All those who supports me turns out to be my nemesis after I claim what they want. No support matter anymore at that point... I was blinded in fear when people doesn't care about me winning that title. I fear that when I win that title, all my friends become my enemy. Then I realized.... They should be. I should be losing that recognition because I get what I want. I'd rather have them look at me that way than I have to face some fake friends who get closer to me when I have that belt then suddenly stab me in the back. I'd rather to have this way and prove them wrong.

Haruna Sakazaki: Cailin Dillon.... I am having a connection with you no more. We decided to be just friend but then again, I stopped myself to even be your friends. I guess you know what the reason is. I want the best to you and it doesn't need to get closer to you to make that happen. Sometimes keeping hurts you more than letting go. That is why I want to let go, set myself free from this story to make me a strong fighter as I am. No, I am not running away from my problems. If running away is the only solution. Why I have to keep this misery away from me? These burden weigh me down no more. I am ready to fight as I always be. I won't waste anymore chances again.... I am free as a bird right now, I have no more vendetta or some sort of weird relationship between them so have no more to fear. I want to beat you in your prime, I want to beat you when you are up high in the cloud and smite you back down to the ground. No, Cailin.... it is not impossible to beat you. Even you make that Specialists Championship belt become something more than just a consolation prize, you are not invincible. There is still a way to knock you down and I am going to prove it to you.

Haruna Sakazaki: This is not a "One Versus All" match while you become that One to face all of us. You are not the only one who get a bounty on your head so people will work together to eliminate you. I have the same target in front of my own head, we all do. Just like you trying your best to defend that title by targetting the strongest competitors in this contest, I am doing the same as well. People might be targetting me too because I am the strongest contender between them. They are trying to get rid of me to eliminate the threat for them. Their path to get you become a lot easier after I am gone. I have to fight them... I have to fight as hard as you to eliminate them all who opposed me. This won't be an easy job. I am aware the this is not as easy as "just eliminate you and we're done" thing. I have a lot of things to do so this is where my hardwork got proven. I am good to go with everything and I already prepare for this.

Haruna Sakazaki: I am trying to get rid of my fear of losing recognition. But my main reason for winning this match is no longer for recognition. I'm going to win this battle royal to prove a point that even without recognition, I can make myself standout. I will survive this battle royal just like I survive the hard time I get in the entire career in this place. I have the greatest perseverance amongst them all. I am hard to be killed. I am hard to be taken down and This will be the moment when my survival skills will be tested. People will just quit after they lost but that is not on my book. I come here to win and I want nothing but winning. As Cailin said losing is always the part of this business. She always taught me how to be a strong woman. I am not the same Haruna when the first time I won this title. That naïve Haruna is no more.... This is me who is always ready and prepared to eliminate them all. In the end of this battle, people will soon realize that nobody can beat Cailin. Not HBG, Not Sheridan, Not that asskisser underling with identity crisis who loves to live behind her girlfriend's butt. Nobody but me.... That title is always made for me an I am ready to claim that back!

Haruna draws her smile before she leaves the place as the scene ends.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 12:53 am by **Eclipse Diemos**

Red Letter

The plague like sky above had begun its soft descent of rain fall. Rain that dropped slowly and carefully. Rain knew where to go, it had its purpose and it fulfilled it dutifully. It didn’t try to steer its path a different direction, or lament its fate in life. Rain knew what it wanted, and it did as it was guided to do. It’s gentle pattern against the window calmed Eclipse tremendously as he placed his hand against the cold glass. The diner was almost empty, the patrons having filed out some time ago. He had eaten about half of his food, a ham and cheese omelet, and was letting it rest upon his table as he waited. His eyes were once more distant, memories dancing around in his brain as he watched the storm roll in. He could tell that it would be a thunderstorm for quite a while. “Hammer of the gods.” he whispered to himself as he looked down at the plate of food, going back to eating it slowly.

His knife dug into the omelet, watching the meal split apart before he forked it into his mouth, swallowing it down quickly as the memories began to flood back into his skull. He felt bile rise once more in his throat as the rain continued its drumming against the glass. Every subtle drop of water hitting the window pane reminded him more and more of the past. He grunted, able to swallow it all down and keep it filled in the back of his mind before turning his head as a deep red Camaro pulled up at the diner, his eyes glancing at the driver in the window. Madison Kaline quickly got out of the car, raising her head to let the rain wash against her skin before she made her way through the diners door. He found a smile trace its way across his lips as he looked at her. She didn’t seem to wear anything different from her usual ring gear. Leather jacket, studs on the shoulders, a Bring Me the Horizon T-shirt that she wore proudly, and ripped jeans. He turned back to the food on his plate as she took her seat across the table from him, glancing sideways at the waitress who nervously set a menu in front of her.

“What did you need, brother? It sounded urgent from the phone call.” she sighed, rubbing her wrist as she turned her head to point out her menu options. The waitress nodded, quickly shuffling back to yell out the order to the cook as Eclipse reached into his jacket pocket, sliding a red letter out from his jacket pocket and setting it on the table. Madison looked up at him with a tilt of her head, confusion shining in her eyes as she looked back at the letter. “What’s this?”
“It’s what we do. These letters are written by children who want our help. I figured it would be time to induct you fully into the family. We’re going on a mission.” he said as he opened the letter up, sliding it to her. He held a tuft of hair in his hands, hair that had been taped to the letter itself. Madison scanned the letter over a few times, reading through every letter and picking it apart before she set it down and looked at him with a slight glare.
“I’m not exactly opposed to this...this is...how do adults do things like this to children? But...I’m not exactly the right person for this, you know that? I’m not like Maero or you. I don’t go around killing people, no offense.” she stated, cocking an eyebrow to him.
“I don’t expect you to. If you want to, you can. That’s all. I’d prefer that you deal with the child honestly, she’s met the payment necessary, and I have some aggression that I want to let out. So...you mind?” he asked with a smirk on his face as he looked at her. She looked him in the eyes before leaning back as her bacon and eggs were set in front of her, giving a knowing smirk of her own as she picked up her fork, jabbing it into the eggs.
“Sure. Let me finish eating.”

The drive wasn’t that long. The rain made it a bit more arduous but they made it through with little effort. Madison was a smooth driver, if a little bit of a road rager. Eclipse couldn’t stop smiling as he listened to her angry rants about the other drivers. The smile subdued itself as they neared the house, a run down shack of a house that had barely any decorum outside of a horror film, much less looked like a safe place to raise a child. Eclipse stole a glance at Madison, who’s face turned to a frustrated snarl as she stared at it before turning the lights off the car and shutting off totally, reaching for the letter and picking it up. The letter was addressed by a girl named Alice, the words a little misspelled. Madison opened the door slowly, watching as Eclipse confidently pushed his open and reached into the seat behind him, picking up a rather large backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. She didn’t ask what was inside of it. She felt that she didn’t really want to know the answer to that question. Eclipse had a strange look in his eyes, a look that seemed once more far away, lost in a distant memory. The look slowly vanished however as Eclipse walked to the door, examining it from top to bottom before stepping back and slamming his foot into the door. The door popped off its hinges, swinging into the darkness of the house and skidding against the dirt covered floor.

The house felt empty. Heat emanated from it, signs that the house did contain life, but the house itself seemed devoid of it all. Stillness consumed the entirety of it. Eclipse and Madison slowly walked into the household, their eyes tracing along every grime covered wall, their nose taking in the scent of mold and cigarette smoke. It closed in around them, the feeling of wrongness. Something horrible had been happening here and they both knew it. Eclipse reached into his back pocket, unzipping it and removing something from it, sliding it under his jacket sleeve before zipping it back up. Footsteps could be heard, shuffling around just above them.
“Didn’t think they’d have an upstairs.” Eclipse commented as he kicked some newspapers around, noting the discolored powder that he kicked aside. Krokodil. A flesh eating drug with effects similar to knock off heroin. His eyes hardened and he nudged Madison, directing her eyes to it. Her own eyes widened before they narrowed again and she directed her gaze back up the stairs as the shuffling footsteps began to grow louder and hushed voices could be heard.
“So...still want to take care of the kid?” Eclipse asked with a grin as he looked towards Madison, but her gaze was elsewhere. She moved towards one of the open doors down the hall, where the sound of soft sniffling could be heard. The two of them headed towards it, Madison peeking into the room as her eyes widened in shock.

Alice probably was a pretty girl at one point or another. In some ways she still had the child-like beauty to her. Blonde hair, trailing to her shoulder blades, beautiful blue eyes that looked oddly vacant...and fair skin. At least...what parts of her skin that remained unmarked. There were pock marks in a few places of her body. Her arms were littered with it. Marks of needle injections and knife cuts. A cigarette burn was clearly marked just above her right eye, and that vacant glance was given further light by the needle that had been laid down beside her. Madison shot towards the young girl, embracing her in her arms as she looked at her in shock and fear.
“People do this...what fucking human beings do this to children?” Madison asked, her voice filled with hatred and anger as Eclipse slid the item out from his coats sleeve. A long dagger, the wicked edge sharp and curved inward. His eyes held as much anger as Madison’s voice and he turned, marching up the stairs as his mind raced with further thoughts.

“Grand Rampage. Grand Rampage. A place where we as fighters and killers can bask in the glory of combat once again. Ah...I can already feel the pain as people’s fists connect with my flesh, the sting of the mat as I’m thrown against it...every ounce of pain inflicted upon me, and I cannot wait to feel it honestly. I can’t stand being away from the battlefield. The whole...atmosphere of EAW changes when you are faced with a battle that you don’t honestly have a chance of surviving in without abandoning all sense of self, and resorting to nothing more than reckless abandon in the ring. Something that I’m used to. I’ve never had a plan for any match that I’ve come into. Plans work until the enemy makes the first move. Strategies can succeed or fail, it doesn’t matter what anyone does to try and change that. It’s a fact of life honestly. Think about it. There has never been a champion that has stuck to a singular game plan the entire time for a match. They always change up their moves, they have to think five steps ahead of what their opponent will be doing. Grand Rampage...that leaves no room for preparation. No room for planning. It’s a match that has nothing but insanity and violence mixed together in a swirling vortex of chaos. Chaos is where people like me thrive. There is no better place for people like me to be in. There is no greater arena...than that of the Grand Rampage.”

He smiles as he continues walking, pushing open the door of the attic as he is greeted by a group of three people. His eyes focus on each of them before they narrow and he lifts up the knife slowly, a twisted grin cutting its way across his face as he charges at them. Barreling into one and sending him crashing into some of the boxes, before he is grabbed by the other two and thrown backwards into the ground. He again forces himself to a stand, swinging the blade at the arm of one of the druggies before kicking the other one to the side, sending him against the wall. He turned his focus back towards the druggie he tackled against the boxes, reaching down and pulling him up to his feet as he pressed the knife against his throat. His eyes widened as the view of the druggie switched over in his brain. Changing quickly into the visage of Y2Impact. Eclipse glared into his eyes before laughing as he dragged the man around the room, throwing him against the wall and pressing the knife against his skull.

“Oh Impact. The broken machine, sputtering for life in a world of dust and decay that he has created. I told you before that it’s the wasteland that would claim you. The wasteland you had created when you formed Hexa-gun, and you laughed in my face. You called me a fool. A loser who would never amount to anything in this company...yet see where we are. Once more able to face against each other. It’s one of my favorite past times in competition Impact. It’s getting back up every single time you knock me down, and hitting you harder than ever before. This time though...I’m worried for you. I’m worried because I can sense the fragility in your voice. Your loss to DEDEDE and the disintegration of Hexa-gun has rattled the unbreakable machine. Your gears are sputtering frantically, and you keep trying to gain traction, but even with your rage you ended up falling prey to a rising phoenix who has simply continued to exploit your flaws. He has your blueprint Impact. He knows your weakness. And I know how you think. You often let your mind focus on one thing, and in matches that has typically benefited you, but I’ve seen it become a major detriment. 40 superstars are entering into that match Impact. Not just Phoenix Winterborn, and sure as hell not just me...but you can’t take your eyes off of me. Can’t take your...eyes...off of me.”

He continued to whisper those words as he pressed the knife to the man’s left eye, digging the knife in deeper and deeper as he screamed. The two druggies stood back up, charging at Eclipse who turned, releasing his hold on the knife and clotheslining them both to the ground, throwing his head back and laughing as he brushed his coat slightly. His hand reached down, grabbing at the hair of one of the thugs, and pulling him up to his feet, the image switching to that of Dark Demon in his mind. He held the Conqueror of EAW Legend’s hair in his hands as he backed him against the wall, the screaming still that of the druggie. He growled grasping the man by the chin and shoving him against the wall, patting his cheek.

“Oh shhh. Shh, Demon. I don’t want to hear you speak. No one does. You are much more threatening when you don’t open your mouth. Wait...did I say that an opponent was a threat? What a travesty. How dare I lower myself to say such a thing? It’s the truth Demon. You are a threat. A huge one. You are a legend in EAW, a bloody icon, but you are still human. The name of “Dark Demon” that’s all a facade. You are no demon to me. You are a threat though. You do scare me. Because I know that if anyone is more than willing to resort to any means to win it’s you. Railroad spikes, hammers, knives, bats, chairs, nails, your own fists, everything is a weapon with you and you will use all of them to pull out the win won’t you? It’s what makes you a threat. It’s what makes you dangerous...and what causes my fear and my excitement. I can’t wait. I can’t wait at all Demon, but you won’t stop talking. You won’t just let your actions prove what you can do in the ring, you have to get the last word in. You have to stick your nose into things that it doesn’t belong in. And you have the audacity to call me a bum, to claim I will fail at the cash in of my crown. You dare say all of this when you have never faced off against me in the ring. You’ve yet to see what I can do in the ring against someone like you and that is really bothering me. You aren’t some immortal beast that is impossible to slay. I can do just that. I can slay the demon, and you will have to face that fact. You’ll have to accept that...and you’ll be forced to swallow your words...but how can you do that...when you don’t have a fucking tongue?”

The knife dug its way into the man’s mouth, carving his tongue out of its place as the blood fired down his throat. Eclipse grasped at his neck, letting the man sputter and spit out blood against his shirt as he wrenched at his neck a few more times before letting him drop to the ground. He was enraptured by the look of it, by the feeling of the blood that soaked into his jacket and his boots. So enraptured that he couldn’t hear the sound of the final man standing up and pulling out a gun. Not until he heard the sound of it cocking back. He turned his head to look at the man, his eyes accepting his fate with a deep grin before the man was turned around. Madison Kaline quickly shoved her own knife into the man’s stomach, tearing it straight up before kicking him down towards Eclipse’s feet, Alice’s hand held tight in hers. Eclipse looked up at his sister, the knowing smirk crossing his face as he walked towards Madison, handing her back the red letter.
“Get her some good clothes when you take her to your house. She’s your charge now.” he told her as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Madison turned her head swiftly, grabbing his arm and spinning him around with a look of shock in her eyes.
“We didn’t agree on that brother. I agreed to help with this, but you raise the kids, I’m not exactly the one for this.” she stated, looking into his eyes as Eclipse looked into hers, his smile disappearing.
“You don’t have to be with her all the time. I’d prefer if you stayed in the home with the rest of the family, but you don’t have to. Just visit her, help her from time to time. Is that good enough?” he asked her, his gaze never leaving hers. She looked into his eyes before her eyes moved to Alice and she sighed to herself before nodding.
“I’ll see. I make no promises.” she sighed, shaking her head at him before leading Alice out, letting her rest her head against her arm. Eclipse laughed at the sight before looking out the attic window, at the rain that fell outside.

“Let it all wash away...all of our sins. All of our crimes. Everything. Let us have clean forms, because Grand Rampage will dirty our souls once more.”

Re: EAW Promoz! April 26th 2016, 12:25 am by **Beretta**

Clarity. Purity. Profanity. Reality.

Grand Rampage RP#1

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Not everything goes as planned. Sometimes you have to figure things out on the fly, sometimes you have to change things at the snap of the finger and sometimes you have to demand what you want. You have to stand up for what you believe in. I’ve done just that. I don’t think I’m far off from my theory on Phoenix Winterborn and I still believe I should get a shot for a World Championship.

However, Carson Ramsay and his Pure Championship, will work for now. I’ll prove that I’ll be the one to take him off his path. I will be the one to dethrone the champ, to prove that I am The One. Everything happens for mysterious reasons. You weren’t as successful as you’d like to be when you started here, Ramsay. But look at you know, one of the hottest names in the business. You’ve been trending upward but as they say, all good things must come to an end. Or is it…what goes up, must go down? It’s actually both and at Grand Rampage, I’ll prove just that.

Sure, Ramsay, you could make the case that I’ve never pinned a bonafide icon in the Land of Elite. You could make a case that every opportunity I’ve gotten, I’ve choked. From a chance at the New Breed Championship to a shot for a spot in the Grand Rampage match. You could compare me to a Lucas Johnson or a Kenny Drake. However, I’m not as clueless as Drake and I don’t need to talk about my past accomplishments, like, Johnson.

Ramsay, you’ve had one hell of a run for a Pure Champion. There’s no doubt that you’ve been on a roll. From surprising the world and beating J.D. Damon, to successfully defending this championship over the last couple of weeks. But, still, this matchup doesn’t have me shitting bricks. I still look at myself the same and that is as the very best in the world at what I do. You can go ahead and claim that I’ve done more bitching and moaning, then actually winning. I’d beg to differ with that and to be honest, I’m here aren’t I? I’m facing you, so there’s no point to the argument. No matter how much I bitch, no matter what I demand…it won’t change the outcome at Grand Rampage. It won’t stop the Pure Championship from getting strapped around my waist.

I want you to be prepared to be called a bitch. I want you to be prepared to be called a loser. A failure. A waste of talent, despite what you’ve accomplished here. And as I call you every name in the book and throw out every insult that pops into my head, be prepared to lose. I will take you apart in that ring and in the ring, you will become nothing more than a talentless bitch. The fifteen minute time limit to your fame has been reached and you’ll be nothing more than a footnote to my career. You’ll need more than a muzzle to shut me up and you’ll need more than a dog collar to beat me at Grand Rampage.

The fans may boo me. I may have been buried on the cards, every week. But at the end of it all, I’m in this match and that’s real. Ramsay, I’m no gimmick and this company needs me. They have their Gods, they have their legends and all their other political bullshit. But they need me and that championship around your waist, needs me. Not because you suck, no, but because I’m PURE. I’m REAL. Enjoy that title because it’s all going to end. Don’t you worry though, I won’t pull a Clark Duncan…I’ll actually show up for our fight.

Now before you start to ramble about your plan and start bashing me for everything I’ve done wrong in my career. Ramsay, this will be a war you can’t win. I don’t need to talk about my plan or your plan. There’s no need to discuss my built-up aggression because why does that matter? The only thing that matters is the Pure Championship and how many bullets I plan to bury into your chest. I’m prepared for the all-out brawl that will occur at Grand Rampage but the question is, are you? Are you prepared for the next chapter of your career? Are you prepared for what happens after that championship? Because there’s only two things I’m ready for and it’s kicking your ass and taking that championship. This week, my bullets have a name and they spell Carson Ramsay.

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Clarity. Purity. Profanity. Reality.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 11:55 pm by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Grand Rampage Promo #1/Battleground Promo #4

"Prepared"

For the past week Carlos helped me sharpen my instincts as a striker. I was able to successfully counter most of his strikes with ones of my own...

That he would then counter and knock me flat on my ass. It wasn't perfect, but I'm a better fighter now than I was a week ago and at the end of the day that's what mattered. Today though, the day before my Battleground match Carlos was going to train me in the ways of ground grappling. He was wearing his traditional red training gear while I was in my black C9 training wear. It felt a bit awkward wearing a 'Cloud' outfit, but despite the name change C9 fashion was still selling and the CloudNation was still active. The fan club is currently discussing changing the name to 'StephNation' but Curry fans threatened a social media beef. You gotta love the internet.

Carlos and I were sitting on a mat in the middle of a MMA gym located in downtown London. I was staring at a few trophies on the wall when Carlos began his lesson.

"Hip positioning is the cornerstone of any fighter's ground game" he said. "You have to know when to shift your movements in order to gain the advantage over your opponent. When you're trying to break out of a submission, knowing how breathe is essential. You could be the toughest son of a bitch, but if you're caught in a compromising position, that's your ass."

"Yeah..." I said softly.

My eyes drifted to my phone sitting nearby. I saw a notification from EAW staff: I was in the Specialist Rampage.

"What's up?" Carlos asked.

I showed him my phone.

"You're in. Looks like we have work to do."

"Yeah..."

"You know you're going to have fo fight her right?"

"I know."

"Are you prepared for that?"

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Am I prepared? This is a question I've been asking myself for the past few hours. Am I prepared to fight my girlfriend? Am I prepared to throw hands with an ex-lover? Am I prepared to fight my rival? There are more questions to ask, but there's several I already know the answer to...

I'm prepared to fight you Nobi. I'm prepared for anything you plan on throwing my way. You beat JD Damon one-on-one which is no easy feat. But, I'm not JD Damon. He's a former champ but I retired Cleopatra which is an accolade that only belongs to me. There are many former Pure champions, but only ONE slayer of Cleo. This by no means is me throwing shade her way, but it is what it is. This is a fight you're gonna have to take a little more seriously than you would like to. Our match is pretty much my preparation for the Specialist Rampage. A win tomorrow night will propel me into Saturday night with enough fire to set the world ablaze.

I'm tired of the losses...tired of the screw jobs...tired of my peers putting their noses up to me. Twelve of the baddest bitches in the the world and I could be the one standing tall in the end, title raised in the air. The beauty of this is that the Specialist Championship will stay in Formation...it'll just have a different owner. Even if I don't win, Cai will not fall lightly. So if not me, then Cai. As a former partner once told me not to long ago, I will always have chances. This is just another one of those opportunities. Cailin Dillon built the groundwork and I'll make it my personal mission to finish the project: a mountain of success, made from the legacy that my bae and I will leave behind.

Take a seat sweethearts and sip your lemonade. Formation has it covered.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 11:45 pm by **Grace Izumi**

So Sorei Shynella…Now that is a name I haven’t heard in a while.

I make no apologies to the fact that I was never really a massive wrestling fan. I never watched any of the major promotions when I was growing up, but I will admit. I did watch a bit of the old CWF and LEGION, and I remember the Dark Angel of professional wrestling quite well. I won’t say you were any type of motivation to me, but I did admire your style, So. A woman who called herself Shy, yet was anything but that. Somebody who got into everybody’s face, spoke her mind, and didn’t care what others thought of her. I think I can respect that quite a lot. Although, it didn’t exactly make you the most popular belle at the ball, did it? Every other week, somebody seemed to have some type of issue with you. Most of it from inside the ring, because beyond everything else you were a phenomenal wrestler, a large part outside because you just couldn’t play nice with the other girls. And yet, you still carried yourself with a sense of grace and independence which I think a lot of people can admire and respect.

With that said, though…It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it? I mean, this is coming from the half-blind girl who has had two matches in her career, but it’s not like you are in complete ring-ready shape. You got chased out of LEGION almost three years ago, and now you’re coming back, but are we actually seeing the genuine So’Shy which dazzled the crowds the world over, or somebody who still needs to find their feet in the ring after being away for a long, long time? Now, forgive me for being so forward. As you may, or may not know, I am a sports psychologist, so getting into the minds of competitors is kind of my job. Hell, it’s basically the biggest reason I have for thinking I could actually make this wrestling thing work for me, and when I see you Sorei…I just have to wonder where you are at, both psychically and mentally. I can’t say I’ve heard much from you over the past couple of years, though, so I would be foolish to lean back and assume you are past it. If there’s one thing I know, even if you are facing off against an opponent who has no chance against you, if you show any mercy or hesitation, your loss is more or less assured. So in my mind, you are So’Shy at her peak, and I will treat you as such. There will be no disrespect or undermining what you are capable of. I know too much about you to believe I can give you such leverage. It may have been a while for you, but I truly believe this is a Legend vs Up-and-Comer match up, which could very well go on to help define my career. No matter who you are now, what matters to me is that I surpass you, no matter what.

We were both pretty small on talk for this week, so all I can say is that, beyond everything else, I am looking forward to facing off against you, Ms. Shynella. It’s these matches which I live for. Facing off against opponents that will divorce my name from any of my family members, and allow me to shine as an individual. Tomorrow, it will be game on, and the time for bad clichés will be over. It will be Grace Izumi vs. So’Shy, with the winner fighting their way onto the Grand Rampage FPV, where the winner finally gets their shot to launch their EAW career, and you know what? I can’t help but geek out over this. If I can beat you, I’ll finally prove that I’m not just some gimmick, and I’m not just riding off the coattails of my forbearers. I apologise, Shy, but for my legacy to begin, I will need to desecrate yours, because there is no way in hell that I am letting this opportunity slip.

Come Grand Rampage, everyone will know the name of Grace Izumi, future EAW Specialists Champion!

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 11:06 pm by **Scott Oasis**

Here I stand before you all as your World Heavyweight Champion.

Even with all these weeks having past, I am still trying to adjust to this honor being thrust upon me. A lot of you ingrates could never truly understand the magnitude of acquiring such an accolade. You don’t understand the value of this belt that I am proudly holding my hands. To you it is just a bunch of leather and gold or a shiny thing to brag about but as I look down at it and see my name imprinted on the plate I see a lifetime of pain, of heartbreak and of failure all culminating into this one single success. A success that I never want to let go of. You have no idea how much this means to me, and how much it should mean to everyone in that Dynasty locker room! Being labeled the World Champion more or less means that it is your job to carry this place on your back! You are THE guy! Everyone is expecting you to set the bar! It is a duty that requires so much work, so much dedication and so much talent. Talent that very few possess, but I happen to have. To further explain the gravity of this title and what having it entails to those who aren’t qualified, being a champion means that I am the man you can look at to deliver no matter the situation, I'm the one who excels every time he gets in that ring and wrestles. Holding this championship makes me the official face of Dynasty. You are meant to see me as a representation of what the brand has to offer you all. I am what you should all follow, I am the best freakin’ Elitist on Dynasty and I got the physical evidence to prove it. Fuck all of the excuses, fuck all of the technicalities, and fuck all of this supposed controversy that all of these bitter idiots have tried to use to try to ruin my reign and put its validity into question. Last month at Reckless Wiring I was walking out of the Sprint Center with the strap anyway you try to slice it. Your hero, the make believe dragon Brian Daniels had met his match. I beat him bloody, I brutalized him, I literally whipped him with the barbed wire. The longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion was getting dominated in a way that had never been seen in any of his other defenses. He had not prepared for what he was about to go through, he was scared. Danny boy was shaking in his boots and grasping at straws desperately trying to get out of his misery. All Zack Crash did was provide him with an abrupt end. I did not need Zack Crash, I was well on my way to obtaining the title that night. If you can’t see that then I suppose that the cause of that is your vision being blurred due to your own ego. So many of you have this hopeless desire of besting me in a way that one of the greatest Elitists of all time couldn’t. It’s hard to take these threats seriously, but as a fighting champion I’ll gladly entertain them. Send them all my way, I’ll handle them all on my own like a man with a smile on my face as I knock ‘em out one by one. I won’t need Omerta in my corner to go on with this rampage ; Zack Crash won’t be helping me. He won’t even be able to help me what with him being one of my opponents in my first defense. Heh, so much for me needing assistance in my matches it seems.

Before I can even begin to touch on Zack Crash though, I will first handle the elephant in the room and address the person who has never been a friend of mine. The Elitist who has been on my ass with complaints and carrying himself with an unwarranted sense of entitlement since we first crossed paths here in Elite Answers Wrestling. I thought Lucian Black has been one of my biggest detractors, but even him, the definition of whining, was no match for this contender of mine. Tig Kelly! Just hearing his name makes me chuckle because after having to deal with him week after week and being able to reflect, it’s obvious he aint too bright. In fact, the bulb must be turned all of the way off because based on what he has had to say there doesn’t seem to be anything going on upstairs at all. Allow me to be straight up and say that Tig Kelly doesn’t deserve to be in this match, Tig Kelly doesn’t even truly care about the championship the way I do, It’s just going to be another advantage for him and his dick measuring contest with the rest of the roster. A mere bragging tool so that little ant can feel like a big man for a couple of seconds. All I hear from him is how I am undeserving, how I am not a good champion! He throws out anything and everything in this smear campaign of his to leverage himself as a better option than me but really, what in the hell can he do for Dynasty that will better it more than I have? The ratings are up, the crowds are up, the competition is better than ever with everyone wanting to come after me ; Dynasty is at the prime it should have reached a long time ago and it is all thanks to this guy right here! What makes you fit for the belt on the other hand? A mediocre National Elite title reign that you won off a match you weren’t even scheduled for? A barely started career with no notable victories attached to it? Oh oh, or how about a loss to me in a match that you and Lucian were chomping at the bit to get, only a week before this big match of yours? So let me see, that’s no real experience, no real accolades, and not a shred of momentum heading your way. Meanwhile I had years of time put in, a laundry list of great wins and a run on Dynasty that had been unprecedented leading in to my title victory. What made me unworthy in your eyes though? Some interference in a match that was no disqualification and that I was winning anyway?

The real reason why you are so upset is pretty obvious and that reason is jealousy. You wish you were in my place. You wish you were respected. You wish your name could draw a dime. You wish you actually meant shit in this business. You wish anything you did could actually move the needle and be noteworthy. You wish you could do the things that Scott Oasis could do but the truth is you just can’t! You’re Tig Kelly! You’re a bum! You’re a wannabe badass! You’re a man who is lucky to even be sharing the same air as the champ, let alone a ring with him, and you are also the man whose time in the sun is almost up! Tell me Tig, if you’re so much better than me and have a right to be sitting pretty on that high horse of yours, why didn’t you beat me when you had the chance to become number one contender a month ago!? Why didn’t you stop my run before it started and become the main eventer you crave to be? I’LL TELL YOU WHY! BECAUSE I’M BETTER! I WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER, YOU WILL NEVER EVEN COME CLOSE! YOU CAN’T OUTWRESTLE ME, YOU CAN’T DISCREDIT ME, YOU CAN’T EVEN LACE MY BOOTS! YOU WOULDN’T HAVE WON AT RECKLESS WIRING ANYWAY, HOW CAN YOU RISE UP THE RANKS WHEN YOU CAN’T EVEN GET PAST A PIZZA DELIVERY BOY!? YOU’RE SHOOTING WAY BEYOND YOUR LIMITS AND YOU’RE GOING TO END UP BEING LEFT TO DIE LIKE THE STUPID FUCK THAT YOU ARE! The ONLY reason we even let you sniff a number one contendership is to teach all of these punks a lesson. YOU’RE AN EXAMPLE! A WARNING TO LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU DON’T STEP TO ME, YOU AREN’T READY FOR WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE, PEOPLE! YOU WILL BE VICTIMIZED, YOU WILL BE BLOODIED, AND YOU WILL HAVE YOUR DREAMS BROKEN JUST LIKE THIS KID WILL! TAKE HIS AS A CAUTIONARY TALE OF THINGS NOT TO FOLLOW.

As for Zack Crash, the second man in this match and the one who I can actually respect, don’t you worry at all. The World Heavyweight Championship will still be in the family. The belt is coming home to Omerta’s camp and I will be the one bringing it home! I know we have never faced before but I am very much looking forward to it. Forget all of the people on the internet and in the back trying to stir the pot and get in our ears, looking for any cracks in the foundation of our stable, at the end of day this bond ; this alliance ; this movement to conquer EAW and rebuild - the values that we share are much stronger than any of the B.S. being thrown our way. Our partnership is rock solid and I know that when the time comes to have my back you will……. Because of course Crash, even you know that should something go down in that triple threat and you betray me, you’re betraying Omerta....and then that bond that we have….. it would be broken. We wouldn’t be brothers anymore, we wouldn’t even be friends. We’d be individuals. Individuals who are standing across from each other in that ring. When I see another individual standing across from me and a match is on I don’t think, I just see red. I lock on my target and I get in the zone. I aim to kill. To beat my opponent until they stop moving so that there is no possible way for them to get up. Not for the three count, not for the next few hours after the match, possibly not even for weeks. I go to any lengths to destroy my enemy and you know that. I make sure that the person who screws me over would regret ever trying to cross me. Omerta is more than a power grab, it’s meant to be a unit and you can’t mess with trust in a unit. I don’t trust people too often but when I do I expect nothing less but 100% of their loyalty in return for mine. To put that much trust in someone and to have their loyalty pulled away so suddenly….to be used by them. Where I came from, that’s a death wish. Thank God you don’t have one of those though, Mr. Crash. I know you wouldn’t dare do that to an Omerta comrade, especially to me, hahaha. It’s just fun talking hypotheticals, you know what I mean? It’s better to use facts though I will admit.

Here’s a fact as an example: Grand Rampage 2016? Count that as the first successful defense of Scott Oasis.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 10:43 pm by **Venom**

(The camera opens up to in the middle of a forest. The trees and shrubs are numerous leaving little room for visibility. The only light stems from the moon over head. A small fog has rolled in on the area which plagues the visibility even more. The sound of rustling can faintly be heard in the distance. The sound of insects and the wind drown out nearly everything else. A strong gust of wind comes through. When it dies down a cry of a bird in the distance is heard. A few moments pass before a small, dim light suddenly appears in the distance. As the light comes into view, it's revealed to be small camp fire that has been lit in a small opening in the forest. Standing next to it is Erebos. Nightmare stands on his shoulder. Erebos looks into the night sky as the fire begins to get stronger.)

Fate. A notion stemming from the most desperate times of men when we first began to question what would transpire in our lives. A notion meant to give meaning to our lives and to inspire us to keep trudging forward, even in the most difficult of times. It's a fail-safe when all hope seems lost. It was created to make us believe that success and good fortune will one day befall us. But it's only become one of the greatest delusions of mankind. People believe their lives and happenings within those lives are all intertwined by fate or destiny. When some are tested about the concept of fate being true or false, they sometimes manage to shatter the shackles that have bound them to such immature beliefs in abominable concepts. If fate is a force that plays in our lives, it appears in only one form. Darkness is the only form of fate or destiny that can exists within our lives. Fate is seen as an incomprehensible force. People see it as endless as it is said to play a role in every single life. The same can be said for darkness. The concept of darkness frightens the weak and shatters the foolish. Those who spend their every waking second opposing it's existence are the most targeted of victims by mercenaries of darkness. Events often arise that give people a chance to experience the chance to break free of their belief in fate, but they often even fail to acknowledge it's occurrence. Darkness will play a crucial role in this next event. But instead of liberating those that seek to break free from their shackles to begin their lives with a different point of view, an eradication process will commence. Instead of saving and liberating, those who embody and serve darkness will act with a particular goal in mind; eradicate those foolish enough to believe in fate and deny darkness, even if they desire to start anew.

(Erebos sits on a nearby rock as he stirs the fire with his bat. The fire roars as it slightly grows. The flicking light of the flames can be seen on Erebos and the nearby trees. Nightmare flies into a nearby tree as Erebos watches him for a moment. He turns his attention back towards the fire as he begins to speak.)

Erebos: Currently, darkness stirs in await of a future conquest. Meanwhile,at this time of the year the pit of despair lays anxious in anticipation of its upcoming buffet. it emerges for the one day that it can engulf the weak as they enter its confines.It rumbles and becomes more ominous as the day of the feast comes... the day of the Grand Rampage. This event is a breeding ground for despair as it's irresistible allure draws the deluded that are caught up with the notion of fate. It draws those who believe a Grand Rampage victory is their destiny. Despair befalls EAW for these individuals on a yearly basis. The vision of a Pain for Pride main event only fuels the fire for those to believe they are fated to win. But yet despair falls all but one individual. So many enter this match without a second thought and without consideration they they could in fact lose. But always in the end, the pit of despair has preyed upon the unfortunate losers and looked on in envy at the glorious winner that could not feast upon. Darkness has been brewing for a while now. The war between Eclipse and I has concluded and the Sanatorium's conquest has commenced. This year for the first time, despair will be accompanied in it's long awaited feast. As it preys upon the losers, darkness will sweep in and eradicated the leftover carcasses and those pleading for mercy as it's Outcast King or it's Mercenary stand as the one who avoided despairs clutches and obtained the prominence that only darkness can provide.

(Nightmare squawks as he looks down at Erebos before returning to his shoulder. Another gust of wind sweeps through the small clearing as it almost extinguishes the fire. Erebos picks up a bundle of twigs set near the fire and tosses them in before sitting back down. The fire picks back up as Erebos resumes speaking.)

Erebos: I am not a fool. I don't a enter a situation blindly. I often take the approach of a strategist which is something I must do in a match up of this caliber. Since my entry into The Sanatorium, I have been in constant preparation for this event. it could be the night when darkness takes it's firm grip on EAW and the beginning of it's everlasting reign over this company. I have observed my oppositions and have come to the same conclusion many have already come to. The favorites for victory are clearly Lucian Black and Aren Mstislav. Ever since their failure at King of Elite, this event have been marked on their calendars as their days for redemption. Not even I can deny the presence they have over the other participants. Many view this as their match to lose. A betting man would most likely place his money on one of them as the odds are seemingly in their favor. But darkness doesn't play by the odds established by forces outside of it's domain. It plays the game of certainty. The unlikely to win have emerged victorious before. Dark horses have proved they probably should have been the favorites from the get-go. Eclipse and I stand together in this field forty. The two sole representatives of the true darkness in this world. Eclipse has broke one barrier by winning King of Elite. Through my uniting with the Sanatorium, the door for darkness's entry into this company has been unlocked, it just needs someone to open it.

(Erebos stands up as he approaches the fire and watches it flicker before continuing to speak.)

Erebos: After concluding with the favorites for this event, I can move onto the category I can before it. The underdogs. This group is where the majority of despairs meals can be discovered. Many in this group ignore their underdog status and find offense i the fact they aren't viewed as the favorites. Typicaly, there's the conceited and egotistical like Liam Catterson. Those who stand right below the favorites in Dark Demon, Jamie O'Hara, and Y2Impact. Those who seek to make the breakthrough they've been searching for with the likes of Chris Elite, Rhaegar, and Terry Chambers among others. Nearly every individual refuses to abandon their notion of them being destined to win that they cling to. I will be the one who forces them to let go.

(The fire dies down to nothing but a few burning ashes. Erebos turns around and begins to walk into the forest.)

Darkness and despair continue to grow. They are two forces that compliment one another in this scenario. Despair clears the way for darkness to eradicate what remains. Darkness deprives the deluded of their hope allowing despair to set in. Darkness is the unknown in this event. It shrouds those who are kept in its confines allowing us to strike and achieve victory in the most crucial of times.

(Smoke from the fire continues to ascend into the sky as Erebos disappears into the forest. Nightmare squawks in the distance as the wind picks up one more. The smoke and ashes of the fire are picked up in this breeze. Nightmare then squawks once more.)

Darkness is just over the horizon

(The camera fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 10:22 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

Grand Rampage

“So, you’re going to challenge him into a match?” Camille Jane asked her sister, Cameron Ella Ava, referring to a challenge in which she was planning to make on Battleground next week. Camille and Lexi were spending the week with Cameron training for Grand Rampage this weekend, but when you have the two other Ava sister’s around, obviously trouble is going to come with them.

“Not yet.” Cameron told her as she finished watching Aren Mstislav’s promo on her. To be quite honest, she did not think that she was going to hear from Aren, but was glad that he had thrown himself into the ring of fire consisting of thirty-eight Elitists and two Vixens.

“I’m still getting in a few words right when you cut your promo on him right?” Camille asked after Cameron had promised her that if this certain Elitists was in Grand Rampage that Cameron would let her get a few words in, but Cameron might be regretting that promise.

“Sure…” Cameron’s voice was full of hesitation, before she noticed the cameraman and began to cut her promos.

                                                                        xXx

I’m going to fall short? Just like you feel short at winning King of Elite? Just like you feel short at winning the EAW Championship? Aren, the thirty people already announced for Grand Rampage are the hungriest competition to date. There is no doubt in my mind that I am hungry to compete. I am hungry to win. You shouldn’t feel comfortable that the buzzer’s going to buzz, “Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At the Disco is going to play throughout the arena and Grand Rampage is yours for the taking. Oh now, to be quite honest, you should be kind of afraid. You may approach the match with the mentality that you’re the best one in the match, you are the one with the most to lose. Basically, you’re in the same position as Lucian Black. You know that you’ve fucked up so many opportunities, but you actually believe that the more you compete in this high stakes matches, the more you’ll reach the point where you’ll finally win a match. Just like with Lucian, I just don’t think you have what it takes to throw me over that top rope and winning Grand Rampage. You’ve fucked up in so many of your opportunities that people are eventually going to give up on you. All that hype that people have on you will turn to dust and then, you’re just left with nothing, but the reflection of the man you once were. I’m approaching the match and it would be nice to eliminate a Lucian or you. I mean, it would be kind of repetitive to see you and Lucian as the final three or two again. Personally, I think that would be boring, so by eliminating you, it almost makes it clear that I have a better shot at winning. No, this isn’t a fear thing with me, but it’s more a strategic thing, which is nice to have in a match as chaotic and where every step counts. Did you hear that, Aren? You should be careful where you step? You should be careful at the boundaries you step when dealing with me. If you cross the wrong line then, you should know, I am willing to do whatever it takes to eliminate you. I’m not Aria, I’m not weak. I don’t become unprepared for situations like these. I am a woman who knows what she is doing and that is all you need to know.

“Wait…you were relevant BEFORE you won the Pure Championship? To be quite honest, I don’t think anyone even remembered your National Extreme Title reign or that you were in a tag team with The Naz. I don’t think even ARIA even noticed you until King of Elite. I’m not trying to make you feel bad because I wouldn’t give Dark Demon the time of day until he won King of Extreme, but I don’t think that people even paid attention to you until KOE, pretty match how no one cared about Aria until she won Empress of Elite. Basically, there is no hole in my argument because no one even cared about you as a Mstislav in the Naz and Mstislav Connection. No one cared about your reign as National Extreme Champion. I mean, I thought you were one of the rookies that came in 2015. Don’t think of the fact that 98% of people thought you were some nobody in 2015 and think of the positive, at least they know you as Aren Mstislav, the man that can’t seem to win the big one and when I mean big one, I mean one of the three major EAW Championships. Instead of taking your place in the main event scene, you were stick dealing with Jamie O’ Hara, a man so keen on getting his revenge from what Lannister did to him thanks to you that you don’t know what you’ve been missing. This Grand Rampage is not consisting of El Landersons and Kerry Kellers. This Grand Rampage is consisting of people that can take your place in the company if you let them. Aren, are you going to let them take what should be yours? Are you going to let Cameron Ella Ava talk you down? Talk Aria down? Or are you going to sit there and take a like a bitch just like what you do with Aria every day. That’s the thing: you WERE the poster boy of Showdown. Now, you’re stuck dealing with Lannister’s messes. You were so loyal to Lannister and he left you high and dry like this. It’s kind of sad because it shows that you can be stepped on like a stair. I mean, you probably let Aria walk all over you and you don’t have the balls to stand up to her. Here’s the thing, Aren: I want to see results, not progress and I am the woman that is going to win Grand Rampage. How is that for results?”

                                                                        xXx

“So, are you going to cut your promo on him now?” Camille asked Cameron as she noticed that she had not gotten any more responses from the people she had cut promos on.

“I guess. Don’t say anything stupid.” Cameron instructed Camille as she scuffed.

“When have I ever said something stupid?” Camille looked at her older sister.

“Hopefully not ever, but Lioncross and I, we have beef.” Cameron said, feeling odd about saying that. From people, she had heard that Lioncross was one of the nicest guys in the locker room and that was something that Cameron never understood. There’s that sense of respect they have, but there’s this beef that has been brewing ever since Lioncross defeated Cameron on an episode of Showdown.

“Lioncross is a decent person.” Camille pointed out, even though she and Lioncross did not see eye-to-eye during their time at CWF, she considered him a nice guy. She claimed that Lioncross still was bitter over winning the Heritage Championship over him.

“It’s kind of come up ever since you’ve been the talk backstage to a few. ‘Is Ms. Extreme coming to EAW?’ When people saw So Shy and Butcher signing contracts, they assumed that you coming to EAW is a possibility.” Cameron explained as Camille nodded. Even though Cameron and Camille have teased and joked about signing to EAW, Camille was unsure about the state of her career. She was unsure to make a comeback at the big leagues. She’ll get comparisons to Cameron and hearing that nonstop from the other Vixens would grow to be annoying.

“EAW hasn’t even contacted me and I don’t think they will if So Shy doesn’t stay for too long.” Camille shrugged her shoulders, “But, I like what I am doing with independent wrestling, so that’s fine with me.”

                                                                        xXx

“Does it bug you, Lioncross? Does it get under your skin when I bring up Ms. Extreme nonstop and why wouldn’t I? She’s actually accomplished something that I wasn’t able to do and that was defeat you. Ever since you defeated me, I’ve been itching and clawing to step into the same ring as you. Grand Rampage seems the perfect opportunity to do so because if I can eliminate you, it would be eliminating some of the negative thoughts about you defeating me. Last time we were in the same ring, there was something that didn’t click. Perhaps, if I would have connected with another wrestling move or if I wore the right shoes, I could have defeated you. Did you think that I was underestimated you the last time we faced each other? I don’t like to say that I didn’t, but it’s still a shock that you managed to still be here. Now, you’re getting to relive your CWF days with Carlos Rosso, a man who lost to the likes to Alex Anderson and has failed at winning at trying to win one out of the three major championships in EAW. I mean, if we were bringing back championships from CWF. Ms. Extreme would have joined in a heartbeat with the CWF Heritage Championship on her shoulder. Hell, she could have gone personally up to you backstage and gave you the opportunity to have a shot at her title and to make the nostalgia just flow back to you, she could have made it the ladder match which would result in her winning via the title falling into her grasp. Lioncross, is the nostalgia just flowing back to you? Too bad because this isn’t about Ms. Extreme, this is about me eliminating you from Grand Rampage and just when I’m done throwing everyone else over that top rope, I’m coming for you next.”

“The talk shouldn’t be about me,” Ms. Extreme said, “The talk should be about what are you going to do when Carlos is done with you.”

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 9:41 pm by **Rex32**

Grand Rampage Promo # 1

"The Lead Role"

What a wave of reality that sure hit you on Showdown, Jamie. You never saw it coming. The very thing I told you was coming. I assured you it was coming. I warned you. Then like your reality lately, Jamie, I hit you with everything I had. I matched you blow for blow. Having Xavier out there from afar only strengthened my resolve to not only overcome you Jamie, but yes, to tell you, as I can right now, that I told you so you little bitch! What's that Jamie? Lucky you want to say? Luck is for losers, Jamie, and from where I stand right now? You're the real loser, not me. I could tell you you're not going to win at Grand Rampage either and why, but that's a waste of time, cause you already know you won't and why you won't.

I know I will and why I will.

Ah, yes, I can hear your voice now, Jamie. I can hear all of their voices now. Each and every last one of them. Who are you? Why should I care? Why are you even here? You're barely a blip on the radar compared to myself or anybody else in this match for that matter. You don't have any more of a chance of winning this match than the Sun has of not rising tomorrow. Armageddon will come first before you ever have a chance of winning this match. All of Hell would have to freeze over first before that happens. To which I say, excellent! Perfect! Music to my ears! Been hearing the same kind of shit from day fucking one! Well, now here I am. You all are playing real life movie director in my view. Directors that cast themselves into their own movie as the lead role because they don't think the other cast members are fit for the lead. That's fine by me though. You'll play your part in all this, but it doesn't mean I will play my part that you have cast for me to play in your own fantasy land. You see, I hear you all speak. I hear your words. All of them from each of you. I hear as you talk about all of your career accomplishments no matter how meaningful or meaningless they may be. I hear how those accomplishments made you into the competitor you are today. I hear as you take jabs at each other, the tussle of sharp barbs back and forth, in hopes of gaining an advantage mentally before the real tussle begins. Let's talk about that specifically for a moment, shall we? Why? Why I ask? Why should your career accomplishments mean anything to me in a match like this? How do they pertain to me and the goal I seek to accomplish in this match? How do your career accomplishments measure up against my heart? How are those accomplishments suppose to combat my unrelenting will and eliminate me over top rope? Am I supposed to be so impressed by another's accomplishments so much, as they play their part, to the point that I'm actually playing the part they want me to play, instead of the part I will play? I mean really, does trying to meet somebody else's accomplishments with my own, is that REALLY the name of the game here fellas? From where I stand they do not. None of your words immortalize you for even a single second in my estimation. They don't suddenly just build this huge force-field around you, making you untouchable to me. Saying I've done this, or I've done that, makes me more than qualified to win this than you. You can't just say who you are, and that you are the best at what you do, or that you are so much better than everybody else and there is not a damn thing they can do about. You can't just say those words, and you act as though you have got the match won already. That preposterous! It's also incredibly short-sighted too. You can't just say this or that and that simply makes it so. It doesn't get you the win on your best day, your opponents worst. Simply saying certain words with a certain emphasis don't mean you got the match won and everyone's respective fates are in the palm of your hand. Not even for a second.

I can hear your voices again.

What's that you say? And then I woke up? Oh, rest assured, I am awake. This ain't some false bravado or pride that you hear in my voice. I've been awake from day one of walking into this company a little over six months ago. For most of my short tenure here I had been cast to play a part. A part that I didn't want to play. A part that people are given because the director didn't see...didn't see the potential in me as someone who could play in a lead role on the big stage. It went on like this for a while, it did. However, it was not until recently that it stopped. I stopped. I stopped playing the role that was cast for me. Oh, my name keeps getting cast for roles, but now I'm playing the role I cast for myself. I'm re-writing the script that I was originally cast to play? The flash in the pan. The flame out. The washout. The also-ran. The fodder. Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera. Every lowlight role that wasn't the lead role. On April Thirtieth Two-Thousand Sixteen, casting call for the Lead role on the biggest stage of them all, Pain For Pride, is gonna be taken. Yes, taken. TAKEN from someone that might be MORE DESERVING. TAKEN from someone who might be MORE FIT FOR THE PART. TAKEN from someone who has been cast in the role before but FAILED TO DELIVER ON THE BIG STAGE SEVERAL TIMES. TAKEN from someone, whose boyhood dream, that will HAVE TO WAIT ONE MORE YEAR.

I can hear your voices again.

What's that you say? An easy elimination I will be? I'll be the first to go? I'll bet you I won't be. I won't be just a drop kick, now will I Jamie? I won't be just a dropkick. I won't be just a pedestrian clothesline. I won't be just a basic body press. I won't be a double team elimination. I won't be triple team elimination. I won't be a surprise sneak elimination from behind. I won't beat myself in this match, you'll have to take it away from me. But you won't. You won't because I'm not going to play the role you cast me for. I'll be playing only one role. The role I cast myself for in the script. It's the script that has already been re-written. It was re-written the moment I decided to open my mouth. I'm not dreaming. You'll remember who eliminated you. I will not cause I won't be.

So what role have you cast me for?

I'll put it on my career, that you don't have me cast in the lead role in your script. I'll put money on the fact, that before you listened to this? You didn't even have a role cast for me, and I'll put money on the fact that you won't even offer a meager penny, that I will take the lead role at Pain For Pride. So who am I, you ask? Who am I??? You don't know me? Maybe you don't, but you will. After the Grand Rampage match? You'll have no choice. You'll know me alright. Why? Simple. I've already told you. I'm telling you. I'm the one that's gonna take the lead role. I'm the one that will be main eventing at Pain For Pride. I'll be the only name any of the thirty-nine rest of you will even remember from this event. That name is Rex McAllister.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 9:32 pm by **Impact**

Don't think I'm fucking done with you, Lucian Black. I still remember when you were sucking the Chairman's dick backstage and your name was George Copeland. Maybe not literally performing fellatio, but with the mediocrity you delivered on a weekly basis in that ring, it was a wonder your name appeared on the card at all. Yet you did just enough to stay afloat, just enough to remind everyone that you existed, and maybe you've blurred the lines of your history in this company so deeply that the inconvenient facts have become irrelevant and your self-concocted narrative has become truth. You were never a top prospect or a generational talent who broke down doors and took the lunch money straight out of the pockets of other grown men, that's a fabrication you've gotten the majority of these sheep to believe because you've pandered to them like a shameless politician. They now see Lucian Black as a paragon of virtue; a symbol of their trust. They're all convinced everything you're saying is absolute. It's inadvertently ingenious, really, that you're so concerned about masking your own insecurities that you've convinced everyone of your act by catering to the passions of your audience. You rode the coattails of Alexander Da Vinci, and for YEARS he was seen as the star-studded heavyweight of that team and you were viewed as the weak link destined to drift astray from EAW and wash out in some B-level promotion like CWF or ACW. In fact, by my count Alexander Da Vinci's legacy still far surpasses yours because he managed to win World Championship gold and handle his business efficiently without rambling on with tedious diatribes for years on end about how you were "screwed" or how the system is designed for you to fail. You can save your hollow, overly grandiose "there's a storm coming!" rhetoric for your post-Grand Rampage concession speech where you talk about how it just wasn't your night and babble that you'll "get 'em next time," but I can admit you're partially right. There IS a storm coming at Grand Rampage, and that's the dreaded Y2Impact tornado sweeping you off your fucking feet and throwing your bitch-ass straight over the top rope. I don't fuck around and I don't tolerate disrespect; not from you, not from anyone. The problem with the rest of the competitors who have voiced their shitty, unneeded opinions on this match is that they're seeing you as their number one threat, a grave mistake that I can promise EVERYONE they won't be able to regret before I've already eliminated them and they're left wondering what the hell happened and preparing for the next Grand Rampage 365 days away hoping to regroup and create a gameplan that actually revolves around beating the REAL favorite instead of the narrative-driven, fake-ass poser that everyone stupidly bought into the unwarranted hype of and prematurely exalted.

But all of you clowns that have let yourselves be fooled by blatant propaganda, you're even worse than Lucian Black. Sure, Lucian Black is a liar and an overhyped, overrated wrestler who's only worth half of the paper his EAW contract is written on, but no matter how much of a deceitful con artist he's become, he's doing it all in the name of exploiting a situation to his advantage so he can achieve his dream and finally conquer the obstacle that's eluded him his entire career. That's something everyone can appreciate. But all of you who are hyping up Lucian Black and setting him up for a career of misery, torment, depression, and disappointment, you're responsible for your own failures because you concentrated yourselves on the wrong man. And hey, when in doubt, don't forget what the great philosopher Confucius once said: "the death of you is the glory of Y2Impact."

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 8:42 pm by **Tarah Nova**

Grand Rampage Promo 1:

“I won’t suffer, be broken, get tired or wasted, surrender to nothing or give up what I started.”
- ATTACK by 30 Seconds To Mars

For weeks I have sat here thinking about what happened at Reckless Wiring. I boiled over it and god damnit it was a pain in the ass to think about that day. I was so close to being a two time Vixens Champion. So close--yet so far. As soon as the match ended and the lights went off I knew something was bound to happen--but I didn’t think it would be you, Xavier. I never thought it was going to be you that would attack me but I guess you never thought I’d attack you in you match against Lucian Black last year, huh. Yeah, that day will forever be burned into our minds. I’m not sorry that I tried to get you buried. And I’m not sorry that I tried to get you wounded either. To be completely honest, I was done with living in your shadow, Xav. For months before the attack on you, we both lived in Dark Demon’s Shadow. WE were his puppets in Demon’s Council. We did what he wanted us to do. Even if we didn’t what to-- we did it anyway. So please tell me why in the blue hell would I risk my career leaving Demon’s shadow to sudden be under yours? I was sick and tired of living by your rules. I didn’t want to be dragged into the wars that you were fighting. I had my own wrestling to do and with you, I was a puppet once again. So I wanted out, Xav and helping Lucian Black was the only fucking way I could get away. I needed to get away from you because with you by my side I would’ve drown. I would have lost everything--but Without you, I flew. I was free without your chains around my ankles. You wouldn’t understand how much weight was lifted off my shoulders once I left you lying in the ring with Lucian. God, it felt amazing. And the best part was not even months later, I became The Vixens Champion. I, Tarah Jay Nova, became Vixens Champion WITHOUT YOU. I did it without you. And when I held that Championship up over my head, I knew what I did to you was the right choice to make. [Tarah’s smile dropped only a bit] But, don’t get me wrong, it was a hard choice to make, Xav. I risked us. I risked our three year long friendship because I needed to prove to you--Hell, I needed to prove to everyone that I wasn’t just some sidekick like they thought. They needed to see that I was a wrestler, just like you. I was my OWN wrestler and that's what I did. Becoming Vixens Champion at last years Reckless Wiring showed me that I don’t need to have someone right by my side. And after that, I went on to beat nine Vixens at Pain For Pride 8. I did everything in my career. Everything that make me who I am--Without you.

And so, after everything I did to make my name known, you come in and try to knock me down just like I did to you. You stood here not even a week later, saying--no, claiming that you made me. That you made The Vixen That I am today. Funny--so funny that I forgot to laugh. Why claim something that isn’t yours to claim, Xav--Like my career. I laugh while you speak those lies because you don’t know what pain that I had to go thought to became the Vixen I am today. Not only in the ring but outside of it, I have lost my fair share of battles nighty to so many demons. I have faced constants disappointments from my fans and peers. I have fallen down more times that I care to admit but I forced myself to stand up each time without anyone helping me because I needed to prove the people in the back wrong. Even before losing you, Xav, I lost so many people that I learned the art of letting go. I did that all to became the Vixen Killer and the Leader of this fuckin’ Division. And like the stubborn woman that I am, I bared my teeth and fought everything that life threw at me just to become the person I am today. So how dare you lie and say you made me into what I am. Xavier, you need to realise that you did nothing but drown me in your shadow. Because of you and Demon, I wasted a good part of a year in EAW hiding the person I am--But I guess the only thing you ever did for me was bring me back after my match at Dia Del Diablo. Yes, the only good thing. You made me reason that I needed to come back and claim what was promised to me by Dark Demon in late 2014: The Vixens Championship. So thank you, Xavier. Thank you for bring me back just so you could see me rise and become the Best Vixen in the World.

[Tarah looks away for a moment before looking at the camera with a sadistic smirk appears on her lips.]

So now here we are. After getting brutally attacked at Reckless Wiring by you, I’m still standing my ground. I’m still breathing--but you don’t want that, do you? No, You want me dead by your hands. Well, all I need to say is take a number and sit your thick headed ass down, pretty boy. Do you truly think that if I didn’t die by Madison, Honda, Lethal OR Cameron Ella Ava’s hands first then why would I finally--FINALLY--die by yours? I mean, you may have the upper hand in all of this but don’t you remember--I still know you better than anyone in that locker room. Even better than Demon knows you. Which is why I believe it was stupid of you to put your beloved Hall Of Fame Championship on the line against me. See between us, Xav, I can read you like a book even after a year away from you. I know what your next move is before you even think about it. But whatever, Big Bad Xavier Williams wants to fight me while I’m half broken than fine. Be like that. Ya know, I’m actually looking forward for this match. Yeah, I’m looking forward to kicking your bleach blonde ass all around my ring and showing you that even with one arm, I am the better one out of us. I am the one that will beat you for that HOF Championship. In all honestly, I think it's my time to slowly creep out of the Vixens Division and show you, alone with that other backstage, that I can indeed walk in the footsteps of Cameron and hold that Championship just like she did before. So yeah, I am ready to follow her lead.

All in all, Xavier, we have cost eachother more than Championships-- We have cost eachother pieces of our own careers but that is all in the past and our new future will begin at Grand Rampage. I don’t know who will walk out as the Hall of Fame Champion but I bet you anything, it won’t be you. It's going to be me--even if you bring your backup dancers or Madison decided to put her big ego into this match for any random reason. All I’m saying is, that You will not--and I repeat--WILL NOT walk out of Notre Dame Stadium in South Bend, Indiana with my Hall of Fame Championship. It will be me showing you that the Vixen Killer was not made by your hands and once I beat you down, Xavier, I will be climbing up that ladder with one arm still in a sling. And once I reach the top, I will grab the Hall of Fame Championship and show you that no one can silence the Vixen Killer.

Believe That.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 8:01 pm by **My Watch Has Ended**

Nobody cared…

I was writing assignments for my college or even at school, which required a lot of attention to detail and consideration. I wanted to be an example, someone who could be referred to as someone who had some form of knowledge, a great amount of work input, the be that student who always stood out for a reason. I didn’t want to be like everyone else. Everyone else was shallow and thankless, they never valued a single second of life unless it suited their own. In the end, once all was said and done, there was not a single sound of amazement from my lecturers. They treat my work that I wanted to be a shining example as if it was a normal piece of work and it made me sick. I felt betrayed…They didn’t care about the quality I loaded into my piece or the consideration I placed. In the end of the day, their eyes viewed it as a tedious mockery and passed it anyways because there was no care about my work. It was just a normal day to them without being surprised at how much I had to offer. Nobody cared…

Today, I can only think that the clock is ticking down to the day of the Grand Rampage and that those who are debuting their first Grand Rampage match or with little experience are suddenly beginning to feel a bit of nerves tremble as they finally accept their fate. Fortunately, I am eased with this crisis that others may struggle to get used to because I have been close before to success. In my first Grand Rampage, I wasn’t far away from taking the Grand Rampage victory but even then, I am not as experienced as I am today. Today, people see my work, my words, every piece of me as irrelevant. It doesn’t matter how sincere I am, it doesn’t matter how overwhelming I come off, it doesn’t matter what goes on with me involved because in the end, I am just a laughing matter. But the clock is ticking down and I grow evermore confident in the expectancy that I will have the last laugh.

I see the names in this match and they are no concern to me. A lot of people may disagree but sometimes people have to understand, some I may not encounter. Some will have the weakest advantage with their ruined strength compared to the freshness of mine. In this match, I am going to take every advantage possible. There are men that a lot of ignorant people have huge hopes for winning this match. Dark Demon, Y2Impact, Aren Mstislav, Lucian Black, Starr Stan, they are names many are excited to see perform and whilst I feel insulted that not a single amount of consideration is directed at me, I will make sure that the Grand Rampage lives up to the emotions many attribute it for. The shock factor…I have already spoken about how impossibility can play an essential role in this kind of match and I am not going to be a stranger to that. I am ready to take victory, much to the disbelief of many…

People say Lucian Black is finally going to get his chance to become the winner of the Grand Rampage, too many times has he had to feel the price of bad luck. It is cute people say that when I have suffered the same misfortune he has. Yet, people are praising him as if he is the EAW form of Jesus Christ and they are blind to see how useless he really is! If he doesn’t win this event, do not expect him to topple championships he yearns for or become a credible threat because he will never be as great as many people make him out to be. Now, I don’t very much care for Dark Demon personally but I heard what he had to say about you as I kept my attention to everyone else equal. This is the chance for Lucian to shine and I don’t believe it is possible for him to actually realise that. It is ironic you think you are worthy of victory anyone else is deluded because in the end, you’re just as deluded as anyone. Hell, you are one of the most overrated sack of shits in this company. People praise you for your work and you don’t deliver. You always choke and even if you somehow take this victory, what is going to happen at Pain for Pride? The emotion will be too much for you; your nerves will tremble. I know you haven’t personally called me out but I see importance in the matter that men like you need to be put in place since a lot of idiots see you as a favourite to win the Grand Rampage. This is why it is fortunate EAW has men like me in this company because I can at least open up my mind to logic. The same goes for men like Aren, Carlos or Jamie O’Hara, their words are cute when you glance at them because it is so pathetic in the end. They expect victory to be handed towards them when all they are in my important mind, are failures. To you, your ambitions may still be clearer than what I see but the truth is, victory is beyond from reach and the sooner you get that in your moronic brains, the sooner I can escape from the strangles of idiocy.

Lucas, I hear you bragging about being in the same ring as me and this contradicts everything I have said. This type of match is one where we may not even meet. Someone of your capabilities will most likely create a record for being the quickest elimination in EAW history. Do you feel special about gloating on your achievements? Do you feel special that you get to be in this match? It is a shame nobody looks at you with optimism however, for people like me, you are just a filler. That spot you will consume will be a wasted chance and yet, you are smug about meeting me in the ring when it is only a potential. Since you were so confused over my Pain for Pride match last year, I have to remind you that this match does not contest with every man confirmed in the ring at the same time. I am not even going to waste my time towards spastics like you or Christian Locke because you are all way below my league both verbally and physically. A lot of men, including the victims themselves may love to disagree with this but speaking to men like Dark Demon, Lucian Black, Y2Impact, men who I may not favour but can at least string together some form of logic are the type of idiots I want to converse with but I am sure two defects of life speaking to each other like you and Christian Locke should be entertaining.

It isn’t a simple process to actually confront me and assume you can bring the challenge. If you are a student for example, do you go right in and select a course too advanced for you? See, there are many men in this match alone that assumes they deserve my company yet they are only fooling themselves. Of course, the same could be said for my situation but I am not going to repeat myself to where my logic stems from the rest in this company. At the end of the day, there are a lot of men in this match like Rhaegar, Chris Elite and Lucas Johnson who clench onto this belief that they are the right candidates to take this victory, little knowing how ludicrous they are. I grasp the idea that it is rather an illness than bravery but then again, who isn’t ill in this company? Even I suffer from illness too but not the type you think. I am plagued with headaches every week because I heard someone talk a load of crap or that they usher the clichéd route of addressing me. I can never remove this pain that seems to never wash away and hopefully when people start actually seeing me for what I am in reality rather than an assumption, those thoughts will die and so will my illness. These men and I guess a couple of females included, have no idea what they are up against. Neither do I according to them but I did not come into this match fearing the words of Dark Demon or the existence of Drastik. I came into this match to be in the prime of my year because this match is not going to be won with ease. This match is going to burn through my body like it did to Shireen Baratheon. But I am going to guarantee that the tear on my body will be for a just cause because I will take this victory. Many can stop me, all will fail. You think you have this wrapped up in security but you are not even close to understanding this shattering fate.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 6:42 pm by **Cailin Dillon**

Grand Rampage #1

Headhunters, assassins and dreamers alike are about to gather in a match for one prize. No, it’s not the Grand Rampage match you’ve all become accustomed to, but a new one all together. It’s a match built on the foundation of finding out who the hungriest Vixens on the whole EAW roster are. My good friend Tarah Nova has her own match, and Eris LeCava and Madison Kaline will fight for a different title altogether and Cameron and the Heart Break Gal are taking stabs at the big match. But for the rest of the Vixens, there is but one prize they will set their eyes on — the Specialist Championship.

I’m not here to recount history, but I will say this title is one that has been built, almost from the ground up, by me. It was won by another, and she couldn’t keep it in her grasp. And since the day I took it from her I have taken on any and every challenger. I have turned away the best countless Vixens had to offer. I’ve beaten champions that claimed they held a title that was more important than this one, therefore making them better. And I slayed the biggest beast this division has to offer, helping take down one of the most powerful factions EAW has seen in recent memory. So what else do you all need to see from me? Why not put the entire division in the ring with me and force me outlast every single one of you to keep earning the chance to raise this title above my head after every match, and to wear it proudly to the ring each time my music hits. I’ve faced every challenge, and I have come away victorious. Why be scared of this? From the time this match was announced all I’ve heard was how my time as champion is coming to a close. My days are numbered. There’s no reason to believe I can’t outlast a whole division’s worth of competitors. As I stood backstage and heard HRDO make the decision to book this… I didn’t blink or stand there with my jaw dropping to the floor. I grinned. That’s right, maybe I’ve become a little bit crazy in my time as a champion in EAW. Or maybe I know just how tough it’s become for them to find someone capable of prying this out of my hands. So this is the near-perfect way to make something happen, isn’t it? How can I possibly beat every Vixen that wants to be a champion? I suggest you buckle up and get ready for a hell of a ride this week. I’m ready for anything.

This division has so many great competitors. Whether it’s the rest of the Formation, Steph Matsuda and Aria Jaxon or the Vixen Cup winner in Sheridan Mueller, this match might be even more competitive then the Grand Rampage match itself. When I first came to EAW, I couldn’t have imagined there ever being enough Vixens to have this style of match. Back then there was only one title. But now we will see the mettle of an entire division get tested, and I know I will be public enemy number one for so many of the competitors. I don’t blame anyone for having doubt that I could somehow survive this test. It seems an impossible feat to face an endless number of challengers whose ultimate goal is to get you out of the match as soon as possible. Because they know as soon as the defending champion is out of that match, then one of them will have the chance to become the new champion. It all sounds painfully obvious, and it is, but I suspect a hoard of angry women expecting this match to be a little bit easier than it will be. I have a feeling there will be those that think they can just dump me out of my boots and keep this fight going. But each and everyone of those Vixens, especially the ones that have never had the opportunity to fight in a ring with me, are about to find out why I’ve been a champion for nearly five months. And they will understand exactly why I’ve been able to be a champion for that long despite defending the title more than any other belt has been defended in this time.

What do I have to be scared of? Is it losing? Losing is a part of life. It’s part of our careers in this business. No one is flat out unbeatable, but you can work to become as close to that as possible. Look at what HBG did for so long. Alongside her Hexa-gun cohorts it looked like she would never lose. She is a legend. She told me all about how she was going to come to Reckless Wiring and destroy me. She was going to make me duck my head, put my tail between my legs and leave EAW running. She wanted everyone to forget about me. Eris was exactly the same. Learning from her mentor, Eris gave me the same kind of messages. But they both failed. I didn’t just overcome them. I conquered. It’s one thing to pin someone, but it means something completely different to make them tap out. That’s how I got to this point, fighting like I did against them. I’m not gonna stop that anytime soon.

Some people look at the Specialist champion and they see a mix of glory and woeful obligation. It is true that it comes with both the title of champion and the stipulation of defending it every other week. You have to have a sense of pride to be the Specialist champion. You have to be endlessly confident and never stop fighting until the final bell rings. Becoming this champion is like having a big bright target painted on your entire body. But I have never waivered in the responsibilities of being the champion. It’s never been about the power for me. I love the challenge and the work that has to be put in to win these matches. But there will be some in this match that never see past the potential power of fixing the stipulations of a match so it’s almost impossible for your opponent to have a chance. This doesn’t make you a good champion. This makes you a coward afraid to lose. I’m not afraid to lose and I don’t covet this title like it’s a piece of treasure. I fight like I do because that’s what every challenger deserves. That’s what got me to this point. It wasn’t an affiliation with a faction or kissing the right ass. I won my way to a title match and I won the title match. And from that day on, I’ve won every title match that’s been put in front of me. And I even beat our Vixen’s champion when EAW looked to see which champion Vixen was truly the best. So know this, if you want to win this title because you see it as a means of power, or you want a vacation or you see it as a stepping-stone, don’t even bother coming down that ramp. If you do, I’ll be waiting for you. And I won’t hesitate to toss you right back out of that ring.

The odds might be stacked against me, but you won’t see Cailin Dillon backing down for a moment. I’m the Specialist champion for a reason. At Grand Rampage, each and every challenger who dares enter the ring will find out exactly why that is.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 5:11 pm by **Impact**

[Y2Impact continues from where he was previously seen, now rolling footage of a Lioncross line]

"Y2Impact ATTEMPTED TO TAKE OVER THE DAMN PLACE and would've brought back a style of wrestling that'd see me retired due to injuries after about a month and a half. Still, nothing against him personally."

Nah, son, don't think I'm going to let a guy trying to run roughshod on the name of Y2Impact slide because of a disclaimer that it's "nothing personal." I can actually respect the fact that you admit your frail body couldn't handle the rigorous style of wrestling I came within seconds of permanently implementing. You understand your physical limitations, and regardless of the fact that "extreme" was once EAW's norm, you spent the prime of your career in CWF where that word was taboo. I was crucified and scapegoated by the powers that be in modern EAW because I believed in the potential of everyone to be the greatest version of themselves! I threatened to deprogram everyone from the lies that had been instilled into them, and I was vilified, hated, and disparaged by virtually the entire roster for trying to fight "elite" and the Zack Crash hostile takeover by enacting my own policies! It doesn't make any sense, the sentiments of my enemies were almost entirely illogical, and most of my opponents during that time always intimated that fighting under Extreme Rules was never of any concern to them; their excuse for being against me was simple, they just didn't "like me." Now, I don't know about you, but to me that sounds like an euphemism for "I'm bowing down and bending over backwards for my corporate masters in hopes of getting a title shot in the future once all of this blows over." They sacrificed the greater good of the company and compromised their individuality, but you? You admittedly couldn't handle it! I've got to extend a congratulatory handshake to Lioncross and celebrate this man for being real enough to admit what nobody else would! I rose through the ranks of this business by laying my body on the line, never knowing whether this match would be my last but accepting the ramifications and the brutality because I relished the thrill of a fight. Hearkening back to my earlier comments, the Grand Rampage is all about intestinal fortitude, and while I've demonstrated I possess this quality in spades, the rest of my future also-rans, or as they're referred to officially, "competition," come into this match with their reputations at stake because they have everything to prove. Of course, people like JJ Silva, Eclipse Diemos, Lucian Black, Lioncross, Aren Mstislav, Carlos Rosso, they don't truly have anything to lose because from the outside looking in, they've already cemented their statuses in the company. Despite an impressive array of victories, none of these men have won a World Championship in EAW whether their tenure has been a trek into the unknown or a trip to the supermarket, so they either retain the reputation they currently have or they make it greater by outlasting thirty-nine other men, becoming the sole survivor, and ensuring a headlining spot at Pain for Pride. They can get eliminated and no one will think differently of them because the jury has already arrived at a verdict for all of these people; at this point, it's just a matter of when their sentence ends. But for me, for Y2Impact? Grand Rampage isn't just a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to headline Pain for Pride, but a death sentence, a match that I've voluntarily walked into the fire of knowing that I'm going to escape unscathed while the rest of my opponents are promptly sent to the ICU to treat their burns. Make no mistake, after losing to Mr. DEDEDE at Reckless Wiring and failing to capture the Answers World Championship, this Grand Rampage is my final chance. If I lose, suddenly I'm fighting to rise back up from a downward spiral and reestablish myself after almost a year of dominance conquering my foes in both singles and Tag Team competition. If Lucian Black loses? He'll drive home to his house and his family with the exact same reputation as the guy who failed to win the "big one," but that's perfectly fine because he's received a slew of opportunities for World Championship gold and I can assure everyone that's exactly what's going to happen regardless because the authority figures in this company would rather hedge their bets on an undeserving retread challenger that's never lived up to his potential than a proven winner. Lucian Black will get opportunity after opportunity until he eventually becomes World Champion and reigns over Dynasty or whatever brand he's on, it's the destiny that's been gift-wrapped for him every step of the way; and hey, even a broken clock is right twice a day.

But for Y2Impact, this might be the last opportunity I ever get, and if you're fooling yourself into thinking anything different, expect a rude awakening at Grand Rampage. I'm not going to twiddle my fingers around expecting everything to fall in my lap. Unlike Phoenix Winterborn, I don't need handouts and I don't expect a miracle because I know within me is the ability to handle everything myself uninhibited by the interference of anyone else. You know these people talking to me from the sidelines, asking me questions about why I continue to pursue greatness even though I've accomplished almost every accolade in the business? I bet people like Lucian Black think the exact same way! That it's acceptable to win just ONE World Championship, that I should return for the sole purpose of laying down for the new generation because I've already done enough. If anything, it should be the civil service expected of me to pave the way for others trying to march down that road! BUT THAT'S THE THING, PEOPLE. You don't get enshrined in the Hall of Fame because you were content just to win "one" World Championship, you don't become a fabled legend written about in storybooks because you killed just ONE man. It's the raging, ambitious, almost maniacally fervent warriors in history that see themselves remembered, and why? Not because they were charitable or friendly, but because they were so cutthroat and vicious that winning became pathological. A hunger that they could not possibly sate, a thirst that is unquenchable, an insatiable longing that only temporarily subsides when reigning atop the glory of a battlefield and marching over the corpses of your enemies. I don't know how to be a loser, and thirty-nine other men will never be able to teach me.

[The camera fades with a wide-eyed, straight-faced Y2Impact the lasting image. To be continued]

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 4:20 pm by Guest

Grand Rampage Promo #1

I have absolutely no inspiration
Not even anything more left to desire
I feel like I have no drive, no will power, as if I’m about to expire
My mind it always wanders, to all sorts of majestic places
I have all the memories of shitty people
I still I don’t want to remember their faces

My dreams don’t thrill me like the use to
My thoughts only just bring me suffering and pain
All of this said suffering
Is just driving me insane
All of my so called friends have forgotten me
My so called family are distant
My life feels so fragile at this very instant

Take me up and away
As I look up to the dull sky
I live in nothing but pain
But still you want to watch me cry
I cannot even fight these thoughts anymore
The agony, is something I can no longer endure
This world that promised me nothing but the damn riches
Gave me nothing but numb jagging scars and unforgettable stitches.

I no longer can walk with you
My buckling knees gave up under the pressure
My troubled brain was drowning in thoughts of the depression
And my poor heart just couldn’t take this horrible tension
I cried for help; but this cry went unanswered, or so I thought
Then they came to me, they were truly my family, and they would listen
They cared about me
So fuck the ones who ignore and the ones hope, that I go missing

You were all the reason I had no inspiration
You were all the reason I had no more desire
My dreams they use to bore me thanks to all of you
I felt like I was about to expire
Take me up and away, I use to say
As I would look up to the sky, in anger
This world it promised me everything
However it gave me nothing but numb jagging scars and unforgettable stitches
A world in which the great they fall, and the evil stand high and tall
All I can do is hope that one day those deaf ears will finally listen

For tonight I get to see the shinning bright light,
And leave these ugly scars and battle stitches behind
Finally, I have a will, a chance to desire
But sadly it will lead to my own expiration
But at least, finally, I have an inspiration
Thank You Sanatorium Family
Your sadistic sister.
With love.

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

“Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen”

Grand Rampage, will be the night, I take back what is rightfully mine, Eris LeCava, the former Hexa-Gun lackey, holding my championship, took it right from my hands, she stole it right from under me, and she laughed while doing it, you see people, Eris LeCava cannot beat me without the help of Hexa-Gun, in fact nobody even knew who she was until Hexa-Gun decided they needed a lackey to do their dirty work for them, so they took the most deranged, idiotic neophyte they could find, someone who is stupid enough to agree to such a thing. You see Eris, Hexa-Gun was nothing like The Sanatorium, they were not family, you guys were just a bunch of ego-maniacs trying to better your own careers, and not for the good of the group. They didn’t care about you; they only cared about you when it could advance their career. The Sanatorium cares about each member, as if we were family (Madison chuckles) we are family. You are truly pathetic Eris. Everything in your life is pathetic, when you look in the mirror not only do you see a fat useless human being, but you look at a yourself in disgust because you know deep down inside you are not good enough to be Vixens Champion, you look at yourself, and know you not only lucked your way into a championship match with me, but you luck your way into winning it as well, because you had the right people in your corner, but guess what babe? I now have the right people in my corner, but the thing of it is I won’t need them to beat your sorry chubby ass.

I listen to you talk Eris, and I hear the sound of your voice and it has the sound of someone who is scared. You are scared, to step in that ring with me, alone, no Hexa-Gun, no Heart Break Gal, nobody, just you and me in that squared circle, and you are shitting bricks right now, clenching on to that championship you call yours, take a good look at that championship, make sure you get every detail of it in your head, smell it, take it all in Eris, because I can assure you of one thing, and that is that you will not be walking out of Grand Rampage as Vixens Champion, I will do anything and everything to win back what is mine. After everything I have been through to make that championship relevant, to single handily make the Vixens Division relevant again, only for me to get screwed and have you disgrace that title, I mean really Eris what have you done since winning the championship? Beat Cloud Matsuda or Stephanie I guess we are going with now? Or what beat Tarah Nova in our triple threat match, after I did most of the work? Oh and don’t worry Eris, losing in a Vixens Championship match puts you first in line for the Hall of Fame Championship it would seem (Madison rolls her eyes, and laughs) So I guess you have that to look forward to. The fact of the matter is, you are just not good enough to be Vixens Champion, count your blessings that you won the title in the first place, and count your blessings that you have had easy opponents up until this point, but unfortunately for you, the road gets bumpy now, as I am the most toughest opponent that has challenged for you title, I know you have wrestled me in the past, but the last time we had our one on one match, I am a completely different individual, I am a complete wrestler, I have all the tools to beat anyone on any given day, you will be cake walk Eris. Shit sorry I know; now you want to eat cake now. (Madison laughs) Calm down Eris, take a deep breath, self-control, you can do it! Fight the urge. Oh Eris, don’t worry it’s all going to be over soon, your piss break of a title reign, will all be over, your spot at the top of my division will all be over, because The Sanatoriums Sadistic Sister, is ready to step back on his throne, and take her spot back at the top of the Vixens Division, just know one thing Eris, when I’m beating your head into the canvas, that this isn’t personal, I would do this to anyone. You just so happen to be holding my championship. However someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 4:19 pm by **ThePizzaBoy**

The camera opens on the Pizza Boy staring straight ahead with a relaxed smirk on his face as he massages a bottle of Aleve into his temple. His gaze seems far away as he begins to speak to no one in particular with a struggling, slurred, sickly cadence of a man ready to vomit at any given moment.]/b]

PB: You think this is about you...? You think that this is some epic heroes tale? that fortune favors the dogooder? that karma and the universe's checks and balances are a thing? Really? You're going to tell that to someone whose father's dead, whose body is broken, whose mentor abandoned him in his greatest hour of need? You think you're the good guy just because you put on a mask, run around like a moron, fight clean and put your body and soul into what you're doing every time you step into that ring? Yeah...then I'm a good guy too, brother. I've broken my body, I've taken the long roads, I've suffered concussion after concussion after concussion after concussion after concussion after-

Pizza Boy's eyes roll back in his head as he continues to tick with every utterance of 'concussion'. He lifts a quivering hand and slaps the side of his head, knocking him out of his broken record state. He darts his eyes around, seeming frightened and lost, before visibly withdrawing back into himself.

PB: Well it doesn't work that way. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions and lined with crosses marking the fall of broken heroes. You're right, as cliched and played out as it may sound; we're not so different, you and I. I've been where you've been, choked out the words of humility, hope, and sportsmanship you're regurgitating, and I've given everything to the fans, to EAW, to...

Pizza Boy visibly shudders. He pops open the bottle of Aleve with his thumb and knocks the bottle back, swallowing well over the recommended daily dose. As he lowers his face to the camera once more, a dullard's serenity glazes over his eyes, before they meet the camera again, finding their train of thought in the lens as they turn primal, dark, and angry as he spits out the word.

PB:...Him! And you can say his name all you want, Starkman. I've got enough acetaminophen pumping through my veins to drown out an elephant's root canal. You can say his name backwards, shout it out three times like he's friggin' beatlejuice for all I care, because unlike the ghostest with the mostest, he ain't showin' up, he ain't comin' back. Heartbreak Boy is an empty phrase. It's like calling for your pet unicorn to help you. You can shout it 'til you're blue in the face, but it ain't going to make him magically materialize and, gee, I don't know, save your ass from Drake and Jones! And that brings up another point; do you really think you can take on a man who can send two running for the hills? This isn't about black and white, good and bad, destiny and doom. This is about the chips falling where they may. This isn't some fairytale where you get to win just because the audience actually likes you more than me. This isn't some video game where you're some protagonist that's going to get every chance to reach the end. There's no reset button, no 1up, no checkpoint where we're goin'. I'm not the bad guy, Starkman. I'm you're future, I'm reality, I'm everything that you're running from, bearing down on you in one fell swoop of father time's clock hands. This is what happens to you, this is what happens to us. Everything you believe gets tested, everyone you love goes away, and everything you once fought for, tooth and nail,suddenly doesn't seem worth the sacrifice.

PB reaches off camera, procuring his National Championship. He holds it up, darts his eyes at it, and then rolls them dismissively.

PB: This belt? It's nothing! It's a lie! It's some illusive oracle's prophetic vision of what I'm supposed to become. But he didn't tell me the whole story, Evan. He just left me holding the bag while he walked out the door unannounced. That's the reality of the situation. And now here I am, still holding the bag, trying to figure out what's right or wrong while I fight for the honor of a man who doesn't seem to think I'm worthy of saying goodbye to? His final message is now clear to me, Stark. He wanted me to know that there is no right way, that there isn't a good, or bad, or neutral. We just are. We're good people who sometimes do bad things, and we try to justify them or make up for them by being the nice guy the other 99% of the time, and all it gets us is doormat status.

Pizza Boy flings the National Championship off camera haphazardly and stares grimly into the camera.

PB: And what's sad about all of this is that here I am taking his place as the messenger to you, the new young pupil who just doesn't see the entire picture yet. You're right, though. You got one thing in that comic book diluted little mind of yours right. We are Batman and the Joker, the only problem is that you got the roles reversed. I'm the abandoned orphan of the righteous, and you're some...thing, some cruel and wicked silhouette that I cut in the darkness. You're a byproduct of my actions, some unintended side effect to my path to 'greatness'. You're my fault, just like I'm His fault. You're my mutilated sensibility, coming back to laugh in my face and show me the err of my past ways. And just like the Joker, you're completely unaware if your true nature, and play oblivious to the fact that I am going to rip your face off. Why? Because you don't think I'm capable of doing something so deplorable, because deep down you think I am a good man, when the truth of the matter is that no such man exists. And even if it did, you can only laughing in it's face, taunting it, poking it, beating it until it's near death enough times that it finally does something about it. I'm going to end you, Evan. I'm going to put your childish things away for you and make you bleed the reality that I've bled. This ain't no funny papers comic strip, this isn't even a fight; this is real life, this is war.

PB cuts his droopy eyes at the camera, emotionless and calm.

PB: But the only thing left to ponder is what we're really fighting for? My soul...or yours?

Pizza Boy opens the Aleve bottle once more and tries to pour the contents in his hand, only for empty air to pour into his palm. His face grows frustrated in a juvenile and bestial way, like a bear reaching into a honey pot and pulling his hand back perplexing enough, drip dry. He throws the bottle at the camera and buries his face into his palms, digging his fingers into his forehead in weakened frustration as the camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! April 25th 2016, 4:18 pm by **Christian Locke**

(We see Christian sitting in the locker room after his match against Liam Catterson, which had a special appearance by Starr Stan towards the end. He holds a bag of ice to his ribs, but does not seem to be in pain. He refuses to look straight into the camera at first, just staring at the ground before blinking again at a normal pace.)

In this exact moment I do not feel anger or sadness, but pity. I pity a man by the name of Starr Stan. That's right, the EAW legend himself! The hall of famer! The four time world champion! The SILVER medalist. No, I did not misspeak. In my eyes you will always be second best to me, no matter the circumstances! And why is that Starr? Why?! Well let's talk Grand Rampage then!

(Christian finally looks directly into the camera with a quick smirk on his face which is then replaced by disgust.)

That's right this isn't about tonight. Tonight is irrelevant when it comes to the “grand” scheme of things. Putting your hands on me? Kneeing me in the ribs? That all goes without me batting an eye. This is about the Grand Rampage and more importantly this is about me leaving this hell hole that they call London, England. The fact that I'd rather stay in a boring ass state such as Indiana instead of London, speaks volumes doesn't it? But yes the Grand Rampage. The match that will have forty total competitors and I'm certainly not one of them right? I mean I've only been in five matches thus far in my young EAW career, with the record that should be 5-0 by the way, but I digress. What is that? I am?! I actually am in the Grand Rampage? Surely this is a misprint. No, it's legit? How in the world did that happen? Was my name picked out of a hat? Do I know a secret about Ashten Cross and am now blackmailing him for opportunities? No, that's not it? Was I placed in a qualifying match? Oh I was? Surely I faced some cupcake then right? Some guy who clearly sucks and I beat him? Well that's right in a sense, I guess. But I did not face some talentless hack. I faced an accomplished man. I beat the SILVER medalist, Starr Stan. Let that sink in for a second. Christian Locke beats Starr Stan, a month into his EAW career. And that right there is where his envy stems from. I pulled a fast one over him. I qualified for a match that most people will say I don't deserve to be in in the coming days, which would just be foolish because I did something that most of the other thirty-nine competitors didn't do and that's actually qualify. No, instead most of them were handed this opportunity. How do I know? Because Starr fucking Stan is in the Grand Rampage match! After he lost his opportunity, he's still plugged in and why is that? I'll gladly tell you why because even though I've only been here for a hot minute I've already noticed how this place operates. You see you get rewarded for your past. If you have some kind of positive reputation from years ago, you get the benefit of the doubt. There's clearly a reward system put into place and just for shit and giggles, let's say I lost to Starr Stan two weeks ago, which is a thought that I struggle to contain my laughter over, but if he did, if he did what many people expected him to do and that is win, then there's no way I would get another chance to qualify. Which hey, I guess that makes sense. The new guys have to prove themselves. They need to wait they turn. They need to gently knock on the door before they enter and wipe their shoes on the doormat, but not me. I'm going to kick that fucking door down and make myself at home by going straight to the fridge and drinking milk out of the carton.

(He throws the bag of ice to the ground exposing the redness near the right side of his ribs, that is slowly starting to change to a dark purple.)

When it comes to this match, you have to play it smart. You can be the biggest baddest meanest guy in the ring and it won't mean jack! If anything it puts a giant target on your back and either one of these two scenarios will happen to you: you will try to clothesline someone over the top rope and they duck at the last possible second and your momentum sends your ass over the top rope, causing you to be eliminated, or a group of elitists will gang up on you and eliminate you that way. The point is the Grand Rampage isn't all about skill. You need some luck along the way, which can begin with your entry number. If you draw number one, sorry but you're not winning. Just like if you enter at number 40, you clearly have an advantage. Whether you use that advantage in your favor is ultimately up to you. Now what I'm about to say will probably be identified as an excuse by my opponents, when it's just me stating the truth, which is something I do on a daily basis. So here it is – on paper, the Grand Rampage isn’t exactly ideal for a man like myself. You look at me and many view me as a short toothpick. There's no way I can possibly lift someone over the top ropes! Poor little me! Not to mention I won't be able to use my usual bag of tricks because if I go to the top turnbuckle, which is basically my home, some guy or girl can easily shove me off and bam, I'm eliminated. As you can imagine my work will be cut out for me. But can I adjust? Can I make something out of nothing? Can I shock the world and outlast thirty-nine other people? I don't see why not. After all that is my goal in the end, obviously. Go big or go home, so personal vendetta towards a special someone can wait a week. I cannot be a prisoner to the heat of the moment.

This week you will hear from many men and women and as they speak, as they try to come up with any BS they can scrape together in order to convince you on why they will win the Grand Rampage and go on to fight for an EAW world title of their choice, all but one will be proven liars. So many people believe in their skill set, as well as themselves as elitists or vixens and you know what? I can't knock them for that. If they don't believe they can win, then why should you believe in them? From what I've heard from my opponents thus far — it's just a dick measuring contest. They bring up their accolades and brag about them. Rinse and repeat. Then they go down the line of men they've already beaten and cross their names off as possible winners. Except the Grand Rampage is a whole another animal. You can't make them tap or pin them for three seconds like your previous encounter. Sounds obvious enough, but some egos around here fail to see it as such because they think everything in life is a breeze. Today I didn't plan on individually calling out my opponents, but tomorrow is a different story. That's when I stir up the hornet’s nest and when I do, I know one man in particular will call me a bum and write me off just because I haven’t been in EAW long enough, which is just idiotic because some “rookies” make splashes or impacts in every sport and professional wrestling is no different. I know another man with a mask will say something like the darkness will swallow me whole, or whatever line he gets from a horror movie and tries to pass it off as his own. Perhaps I would be afraid of that man if he wasn't my personal doormat my first week here. And then there will be people who call themselves the favorite or better yet, the underdog and they actually believe that they will sneak past thirty-nine other people, which I hate to break it you, won't happen. Again there will be icons or legends who will compare their accolades to mine which again would be such a palm to the face because you can't compare accolades when that person has been in EAW for years while I've been here for a month. It's apples and oranges. Then there will be men who haven't even accomplished anything noteworthy, being stuck in the shadow of irrelevancy and will be in the same position six months from now, tell me how I can't hold a candle to them, or whatever corny line their pea-sized brain can come up with. Let me state the obvious; I am a dangerous man in this match. You will need eyes in the back of your head. I honestly have nothing to lose. If anything this me getting my feet wet. I don't have to treat this match as do or die because I will rise to the top regardless if I'm crowned the Grand Rampage winner or not. Now some might say that's me softening the blow that will come this Saturday, when I disagree. I'm going to play the role of the spoiler. I’m going to end so many dreams, call me Freddie Kruger. This week will surely be a fun one, with a lot of laughter coming out of my mouth because I find humor in the fact that so many of these elitists are putting all of their eggs in one basket, talking about how much this match means to them and how failure isn't an option and when they do fail, the following week they'll just shrug it off and they'll say they didn't want to win it anyways as they pout and struggle to hold back their tears. Don't worry I'll lend you a shoulder next week but before I do so, at the Grand Rampage I must introduce you to my fist followed by the nice hard floor.

(Camera fades away.)

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