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Battleground RP#2 February 21st 2016, 7:58 pm by **Beretta**

Overlooked

Battleground RP#2

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“My life sucks. It’s so much worse than yours.” Boo-fucking-hoo. Why does it always have to be like that though? People always need to say that what they went through is much worse than what anyone else went through. You don’t live in my shoes and I don’t live in your shoes, so stop looking for pity from me. You won’t get any. I’m not some desperate bitch, like you, who needs to use life events to build himself up as more of a degenerate who’s failing at his own revolution. A very clear sign that your stupid ass gimmick isn’t working. Are we here to beat the fuck out of each other or are you just going to sit there and let go of your emotions? But then again, I’m the one who is coming up short. Not sure that’s the case when I buried you with my first promo and I’ll bury you again. Right here, right now.

You did something that’s actually very common, though. I make the claim that you want off Showdown because you can’t compete with the big names on the roster, so you immediately attack me and compare me to guys who have been disappointments. That’s just weak, bro. But you fucked up in a couple of different ways. First, the names of the people you compare me to, must be doing something right. You remember them for their failures but what are people going to remember you for? For being that guy who put his own foot in his mouth when he got in the ring with me and that’s it. Second, you think I’m stuck on Battleground but yet you must have forgot that I’ve been on Voltage quite a few times already. I had my two bullshit matches with two no-named hacks and then I got the call up to the main roster. You really show your lack of knowledge to who I really am, what I’ve done so far in my short time here and what the future holds for me. The perfect example for that is the Open Fight Gauntlet that I’ll be a part of. But that has nothing to do with you, so why would you care? Another reason to why I can’t wait to watch you and that ego implode.

I think what I love most though, is that you’re filling your head with things that aren’t true. I never said that you wanted to end the company and I never said that I’ve had this crazy traumatizing life. Everyone has to love how you overlook a Donald Trump reference and that my way of becoming a professional wrestler was no cake-walk. But here’s the craziest thing about all of this, I don’t even think you’re going to be a cake-walk. I believe that this match of ours will be my toughest match to date. However, you overlook that and how I said you could be very good at this. Either way though, I know I’m going to beat you and shut you the fuck up.

The problem management is having with you is that you claim you’re the future face of the company but yet you consistently make an ass out of yourself. It has to be pretty hard to put an ass on our banners and say that he’s the face of our company. But who knows, that might sell, just like your Demon Killer shirts. But really, I came up with a shirt of my own, since that seems to be how you beat your opponents nowadays. I hope you like it. It’s going to say ‘IDGAF’ and I’m almost positive I don’t need to elaborate.

You see, it’s very simple. T-shirt sales, your dad moving to Japan and your snap story on snapchat have nothing to do with this match. You claim that I haven’t defended myself and that I’ve sat here and done nothing. I think it’s the other way around. I’ve dropped the ball versus guys like Victor Maero and Brett Kennedy but I’m not going to drop it against you. If we’re talking about championship reigns and opportunities, where’s your name on that list? Please show me where it’s at. I can’t seem to find you in the Land of Elite. And please don’t even count anything with Dark Demon as your tag team partner. We all know, he carried your bitch ass. So at the end of the day, who really is the disappointment? After Battleground, everyone will see that it’s you and that we will never play by your rules.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 7:15 pm by **Amadeus**

"Ahhhh, my dear Erebus. It seems that the higher powers have more suffering in store for you."

Fade in on ONI, standing in the middle of the Arizona desert at night. The quiet, flat expanse lies all around him. In the desolation, ONI has a slight grin on his face.

"I chose this place because of it's stark contrast to your forest-during-a-storm locale that you seem to favor. I suppose I could have gone the extra mile and done this during the daytime, but I was trying to be metaphorical, not suicidal."

ONI chuckles.

"Before I get to you, Erebus, first I'll speak to the young hooligan that dared to mettle in the Sanatorium's business. Alexander Redd, this one calls himself. I remember seeing you talking to Ashton Cross, wanting to cash in on the bounty he has on our friend Erebus. You seem to think that the Sanatorium wasn't doing a good job in taking down Erebus. Ahhh, the ignorance of youth. How many ways have you mistaken our intentions? We are not thugs like you are. Not mercenaries driven by the love of coin. To physically dissect Erebus is a task not worthy of our efforts. We seek instead to peel away this flesh-like facade that he hides behind and expose the creature of darkness that lies beneath. Yet he still clings to his supposed humanity, stubbornly, like a sailor clinging to the wreckage of his ship, being tossed about in a storm. It's only a matter of time before he drowns ... So, Alexander Redd, I'll give you some advice, free of charge: Stay out of the affairs of the Sanatorium. If it's the bounty that you want, you can deal with the shell that we leave behind after we are through with him, like a carrion bird. If -somehow- you've gotten it through your head that you want to help him fight us, well then, by all means. Just be prepared to share in the same fate that awaits Erebus."

The wind rises, whipping sand about, as ONI laughs.

"But now onto our main course. Erebus, I hope you don't think that the Sanatorium is afraid to fight you one-on-one. There will come a time when the two of us face each other alone, but that time is not now. I enjoy working with the good doctor. We make a good team. While he might seem a little tentative at times, he is just growing into the potential that he possesses. There is a unique speed and crispness that he shows. He had the New Breed championship won, but Clark Duncan used his veteran instincts to turn the table just long enough to pick up a victory. Bravo to him. Young Maero has only begun to show EAW what he can do. And me? I will continue to do what I have done since returning: enact violence. Titles don't matter to me. Accolades don't matter. Just fists and bones. Pain and power.

"To be honest, I enjoy fighting you in a handicap match. You fight with such wild abandon, looking to end things as quickly and violently as possible. A good tactic. You come closer and closer to shedding your limits. Limits that you don't even recognize. But I see it. You hold yourself back constantly, letting the primal and violent darkness out in dribs and drabs. But you let more of it out when you're backed into a corner, fighting against the odds. We saw some of it last Voltage, but it wasn't enough. You were saved by Alexander Redd. Let's see a little more of that darkness within you. Can you tap enough of it to overcome the odds? Possibly. What I'm more concerned with is can you dig deep into that well of darkness and turn back?

"You asked who I thought you were. I've said it time and again. You are a wolf pretending to be sheep. You are a monster hiding among men. You claim to serve darkness, but I think you are Darkness, diluting -possibly deluding- in the halflight. You are chained, and I want to free you, to unleash you, as a destructive force in EAW. So cold and even, but I've seen the fury that you try to keep hidden.

"Let it go, Erebus. Give in to the madness."

Fade to laughter.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 6:28 pm by **Stark**

LISTEN DUSTIN BRASCH YOU MOTHAFUCKA YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MAKE FUN OF MY LOVE FOR TAYLOR SWIFT AND LIVE TO WIN THE MATCH ON DYNASTY DO YOU UNDERSTAND? But honestly, if you’re going to open your promo with that as if it’s your best ammo, the fact that I come out to a Taylor Swift song, then you’re weak son. Really, now, how old are we, 12? OH YEAH HE LIKES TAYLOR SWIFT BUT SHE’S A GIRL WHO HAS COOTIES SO HE MUST BE A FAGGOT EWWWW. Grow the fuck up Dustin – wait, but if you grew up, then you’d be doing a lot more in your career than the New Breed Championship right? You act like you’re some kind of big shot walking through the streets of Shang Hai or wherever the fuck in China we are, recording yourself shoving people out of your way on the streets. You’re a wrestler dumbass, no shit you can push them out of your way, so can I and pretty much everyone else in the locker room. What is that accomplishing, this isn’t Grand Theft Auto where beating on innocent pedestrians is something to be proud of. But that just shows the kind of guy you are right? You’re an asshole, and for some reason you have the fucking brain of an edgy 16 year old fat chick who buys clothes at Hot Topic, and you think being a dick is cool or something. It’s not – and sure being aggressive gets you far in the world of professional wrestling but not acting like a fucking tool can get you success too. You want two prime examples of that? Me and Clark Duncan. Neither of us are jerks that go around attacking people backstage and people on the streets, we’re not excessively mean or rude, we don’t act like self-entitled pricks who need an entire fucking studio and a security detail to cut a promo like you are.

But that’s all filler right? You’re compensating for the fact that you aren’t nearly as good as you think you are. Now going back to me and Clark Duncan, we’re two relatively nice guys and look at us. Well, hell, I was a superhero at one point it doesn’t get much nicer than that does it? Regardless, Clark Duncan and I have both held the New Breed Championship, and you know what, when I say that title doesn’t matter, I mean that it doesn’t matter TO ME. Because I’ve already held it and trust me there’s no prestige in being a multiple time New Breed Champion because all that means is that you’ve hit your ceiling. Yes the New Breed title is my one and only accolade in this company, but if you actually paid attention to the Rising Tide show other than your match, you would’ve seen that I’m the number one contender for the National Elite Championship, and as far as I’m concerned that’s just a small notch underneath the World Title. I’ve never really been a breakout star to be honest, every time I enter a company I end up gradually moving up. That’s what I’ve done, and hey, for a year I haven’t done that bad. Look at how many people have been here for years cough Regulator cough, but have ONLY made it to the NEC or its equivalent titles. There’s a very thorough ceiling to break through but believe me I’m going to smash it. That’s going to come with time though, because right now YOU are the immediate challenge Dustin.

‘Butter-faced scraggly-bearded ginger who enters to Taylor Swift.’ That actually kinda made me laugh to be honest, but that’s such a fucking elementary school insult. Yeah you got real riled up by me talking down on the title you’re headed after that you had to reach down into your bag and pull out the big guns. I’m a ginger! And I like Taylor Swift! Thus I’m going to lose!!! It doesn’t work like that. Man, you can call me out on a lot of shit, but if my theme song and appearance are ammunition, then I’m not fazed by you at all. You are displaying typical rookie detriments that I even I didn’t need to use against my opponents. But again, that’s why you’re calling me out on appearance and theme song right? Because you have no other ammunition. I’m a good competitor and you know it, I win on a consistent basis, I have a good move set, I come out big when it counts. What else are you gonna call me out on dude? Nothing. If I stuck around in 2015 I would’ve come out big and hell I definitely would’ve had the best rookie year, if the first half of my 2015 in the EAW was any indication of the latter half of the year.

And yeah, I’m asking who the hell you are because I did not know. Well now I do, you’re immature and the only reason you won the match at Rising Tide is because you entered late and took advantage of some tired opponents. Like I said in my first promo, you aren’t winning shit until you prove that you can beat a serious performer in a one on one match. You listed all of the opponents you’ve beaten on Dynasty. Donny Diamond, I’ve beat him. And then, Kevin Hunter, Joshua Kroner, Keith Bathory, and Caine Kronin. WHO? WHO? WHO? WHO? Other than Caine none of these guys even have matches on Dynasty this week! At least it’s good yourself you’ve admitted that those wins didn’t count for much. And no, no, no, you’re so wrong when you say the NEC doesn’t matter. Or is that just something you’re telling yourself to make yourself feel better about the fact that you’re probably never going to get to that title? In my wrestling career I’ve seen lots of guys like you, they barge in and win some type of big match and earn a title shot for the companies smallest title, hell, that was me last year, but again, what happens if you don’t beat Clark Duncan? You’re gonna leave pal, because that’s when you realize that those no-names you’ve beaten in your run here is the best you’ll be able to do.

Of course you may prove me wrong and I wish you all the best in your endeavor, even though you’re going up against my pal Clark Duncan. But this is why I believe you aren’t going to beat Duncan. It’s your own words that title for you is a trophy, and for him, it’s a CHAMPIONSHIP. And as far as I know, a champion will fight much harder for their achievement than a ‘head-hunter’ will. And seriously you don’t give me the impression of any kind of head-hunter, what with your shitty jokes and try-hard “production quality” for your promos. If I’m just a joke to you, that’s okay, because that’s EXACTLY what Nick Angel said, exactly what Venom said, exactly what Clark Duncan, Jamie O’Hara, Star Stann, Franchise Demon, Mark Michaels, and Regulator said. Guess what, I proved them ALL wrong, and on Dynasty I’m gonna prove you wrong too. Looks like you’re a disciple of the thesaurus-bumping Johnny Ventura too, what with your “he’ll be nothing more than a laughing stock on display for the world to indulge in their instinctual, primitive schadenfreude.” I don’t know what it means but I’m guessing it’s another lame half-assed insult. You might think that I get no respect. Gee, I guess all that disrespect is why I’m generally well-liked and get opportunities like fighting for the contendership right?

Oh, forget my ginger hair and the fact that Shake it Off is my theme song, now you’re going to bash on my fucking hometown, dude PLEASE stop before my feelings seriously get hurt! Do you know what me coming from Manhattan means? It means my parents are well-off middle class white collar workers. Brooklyn has its nice areas too, so I’m gonna bet you’re some hardass who was just as well fed and cared for as I was who listened to some Jay-Z song about growing up in Brooklyn and thinks he’s the shit now. I’m not an egomaniac. I can tell when I’m outmatched. But in this matchup I’m clearly not. So throw all your insults my way bro, ‘cuz I’m just gonna shake it off.

Make fun of that in your next one you douche.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 6:10 pm by **'Hollywood' Piff Fumador**

The scene opens up to a casino in Las Vegas, the day before this week’s Showdown. As the wheel of fortune spins for all visitors of this establishment, two misfits stand out amongst the lucky and the losers; it could only be The Piff & Landerson Experience. Dressed in full tuxedos but also wearing, you guessed it, their wrestling masks - they stand out more than two giraffes in a herd of sheep. They’re both strutting through the casino with a glass of champagne in hand.

Piff: This is how we do it Landerson, Showdown’s in Las Vegas so The Experience is going to party in style. No beer and weed, tonight it’s all about the champagne… And weed.

Landerson: Ay dios mio Piff Fumador, this champagne is grande bueno.

Piff: Indeed amigo, it’s almost as fine as that hottie dealing on the craps table. Hahaha that’s great, I can’t believe it’s called craps; that game is literally the shit!

They both approach the nearest Blackjack table, joining three other players. All looking fairly composed, but stunned at the appearance of the two Luchadors.

Dealer: Gentlemen, will you two be joining us?

Piff: You bet, gringo. We’re the Piff & Landerson Experience; hottest tag team in the EAW, which is the hottest company in Wrestling. Put 2 and 2 together you get the hottest tag team in all of wrestling. And put 4 and 20 together then you get 420, because your boys Piff Fumador & El Landerson kick ass and smoke grass on the regular. Now we’re here to bank some big coin on your Blackjack table.

Landerson: The Experience numero uno, esé!

Dealer: Well then, welcome to the game.

He deals out cards to all five players on the table while Piff and Landerson throw a generous amount of chips on the table. As the three players there before them play their hands, The Experience converse.

Piff: Landerson, homie. I’m really in a weird position now. Like on Showdown, it’s me all by myself against Kerry Eusford… With Greg Ward. Against Maxwell Dachs… With Team DCW. I mean, why is Piff going out there mano e mano when everyone else has someone by their side? I wouldn’t have a problem with that if Piff didn’t have an amigo, but you’re my boy Landerson – and you’re gonna be out there with Team DCW! What’s the big deal? We can be the biggest tag team in the history of the elite, and the two greatest luchadors ever seen; but I need you to be with me 110%. Team DCW has a lot of members, but The Piff & Landerson experience just has one Piff… And one Landerson…

Before Landerson could respond, the dealer turns to Piff to play his faced up cards; which is a 4 and a 10.

Piff: Yo dealer, I’ll take a gram of your finest white sand and 4 grams of whatever kush you got going. Oh and hit me.

The dealer is stone cold serious as he turns over a card from the deck for Piff, which happens to be a Queen.

Dealer: There is a zero tolerance policy on all drugs and contraband in this casino, I hope you were making a humorous remark or you will be removed from the building. And here is your card, a Queen. Making your total 24 and you’re bust.

Piff: Oh sweet I got a 4 plus a 10 and a Queen. So that does in fact make 420! Woo that’s the card I’m talking about. I’ll be taking all your chips as well as the ones I put down, read it and weep gringo!

All the other players around the table laugh at the clueless and intoxicated Piff, while Landerson looks on generally confused.

Dealer: The aim of the game sir is to get the closest as you can up to the number 21. You got 24 which is more than 21, therefore you lose and the $1000 worth of chips you laid on the table now belong to the bank.

Piff in anger gets up out of his chair, brushing all the other players’ and Landerson’s cards off the table in frustration.

Piff: Whatever, puto. Any game where 420 makes you lose isn’t a game I ever wanna play. Smoke weed everyday motherfucker, you stick to your card dealing while The Piff & Landerson Experience becoming god damn wrestling legends! And Blackjack? How politically incorrect is that?! The correct term is Africanjack, you racist, money-grabbing gringos! Piff is out of this shit, come on, Landerson. Let’s go to the slot machines or something.

The two walk away from the table as the Dealer and other players gaze in amazement of the two people in a casino wearing wrestling masks in tuxedos. Piff and Landerson both point blank take a glass of champagne out of the hands of two middle aged tourists, both visiting Vegas for the first time; wearing polo shirts and khaki shorts with a disposable camera hanging around their necks on a string. They both look disgruntled at the petty theft but don’t want to test two stoned and drunk young men both in masks.

Landerson: Woohoo, more free drinks esé!

Piff: Fuck yeah, Landerson. That’s how we roll. But seriously I have to get back on topic with this whole DCW thing. You gotta leave those gringos and join your boy Piff full time; it’s the Experience vs the world! The weed against the weenies, and the dank against the douchebags. We’re the voice of the people who love to party and fuck shit up. Look at Kerry Eusford, the hypocritical ass muncher. He’s exactly the kind of guy always naysaying what we’re about. How can you talk down on Piff for liking to smoke weed, when he’s a prototypical alcoholic?! Ay dios mio, and the puto honestly thinks he’s a wrestling juggernaut? I’m EAW’s Finest Strain, Piff Fumador. I’ve beaten him down before and I’ll do it again. DDTHC, 1,2,3; a win a for me.

Landerson: Si, Eusford es gringo grande.

Piff: You know it, esé. And then Maxwell Dachs. You know Piff, Landerson; Piff doesn’t like to hate on everybody – one love, smoke weed until you die. But this hombre has done nothing but get under my skin ever since I came to EAW. We have a history and it’s not a good one. He seems so fixated on Piff as this comedian? The difference between Dachs and Piff is Piff is Piff.

Landerson: Como va?

Piff: Sorry, what I mean is, Dachs portrayed a ‘character’. He thought he was such a comedian, very funny everyone laughed and now he’s some emo pussy. He’s fake, esé. Not real. We don’t know who the true Maxwell Dachs is, in the last week he’s a completely changed man. And now this puto is coming to me saying about how immature I am, and I need to change my ways into being a weepy pussy, who goes to church to get help from a priest on how not to be a bitch. Lioncross slapped the dude up because he’s a piece of shit, and so he confided in a priest because he wanted some advice from one paedophile to another. I mean, Landerson am I wrong? This dude tried to play the funny man and as soon as the joke backfired the tears started flowing. Cry me a fucking river, Dachs. DCW sucked and you suck. Which is why you’re better than that, Landerson. You’re a secondary player in DCW, whereas in the experience we’re both equals, amigo!

Landerson: …

Piff: You know it’s true though. He’s coming at me about how my ‘gimmick’ will never win me championships. What gimmick is he talking about? Piff Fumador is the real deal, I smoke more weed than he does cocks in his mouth. I fly higher than the rest, and crash down harder on any hombre I step in the ring with. I’m EAW’s Finest Strain for a reason and I ain’t no joke, Dachs’ ass is grass and it’s some I plan to smoke. In the middle of the ring, tomorrow night on showdown, I’m gonna make Mr. Serious look like a fucking clown. See, Landerson, you know our mantra. It’s not about championships, it’s not about glory, it’s not about success. It’s about staying true to yourself and having a fucking party while you do it, homie! Dachs tried to play the joker, but Piff IS the joker; you can’t fake this shit. And I’m coming for that butt pirate in the ring, he’s gonna love the punchline to the joke I’m gonna kick his head off with. BAM! Kush Coma Enziguri. POW! DDTHC. DAMN! 420 Splash. And I’ll be the one laughing when my music hits and he’s running off crying to another damn priest. So what do you say, Landerson? Leave DCW and join your boy Piff on Showdown?

Landerson ignores the question and puts some coins into a slot machine.

Piff: Okay man, you’re my boy. I respect your decision either way, you think about it. The Experience will still live on.

Fumador also puts some coins in the slot machine. The slots spin to reveal ‘777’.

Piff: Ay dios mio, it’s the numbers of El Diablo! That can’t be lucky…

Coins flood out of the machine as three 7s are a jackpot on the chosen machine. They both look stunned.

Piff: This place is so backwards esé. 420 loses in Africanjack, and El Diablo’s 777 wins us a shit ton of money! Oh well screw it, we just hit the jackpot, homie. Let’s go get a bottle of grey goose and a couple gram of some sticky icky icky.

The two high five and walk out from the casino as the scene ends.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 5:00 pm by **My Watch Has Ended**

You know what Nick, if you’re not content with your current position in EAW, please hand in your notice and get the fuck out of this company because people like you are redundant when it comes to requirements in EAW. I wouldn’t like to see this more as a form of pressure but jealousy that you try so hard to be noticed by others in EAW and yet, here you are at the bottom. You have no room to speak about what I have done since my return to EAW and moments I have created in EAW, ever since you made your debut in EAW, what have YOU done? Nothing, the most distinguished memory that you have created was teaming up with a drunken, thesaurus-raping dick like Venom and a man forever burdened with the fact his will always be a failure like Ventura. And what does that make you? A ghost of talent. You were able to perform exceptionally in smaller federations because they did not align the obstacles you’ve tumbled over back then. Never EVER lecture me about failing to achieve significant moments in EAW because at least I’ve created opportunities to remember in my career, no matter how fucked up you are to berate them as the ‘worst ever’ moments someone has held legendary rewards. I defied the odds and I won’t be shy to repeat those actions again. I was sick of how my position in this company was being abused by the voices of every single Elitist and fan, who can now kiss my ass now that I have reached this opportunity to face DEDEDE so if you’re salty about the fact that I have a world championship opportunity whilst you continue to roam the forgotten realms of EAW, I’d suggest you to do something about it but you’ve had so many years to capitalise on opportunities, it would be a waste of strength for you to even attempt to shoot yourself up there.

Learn your fucking place and realise you’re just a product of failure and you will never be blessed with the opportunity of excellence to what I have obtained. Like I have said before, failure can leech itself on people and it has done for others in this company. Look at how everyone had the nerve to shit on Devan Dubian and now he is one of the most valued characters to grace this company all of a sudden. This company is based on hypocrisy and WHEN I am champion at Fighting Spirit, opinions will start to alter and my stomach will grow more disgusted at the thought of how two-faced these people are. Right now, all I hear from you is you bitching and moaning about you never getting the opportunity and despite the fact that anyone with a brain can see you as a concrete failure until you decide it is best to hang your boots eternally, you are just issuing words with voice. There is no amount of push you’re willing to attempt to get up there, like I did. It is all words that just are crying for attention, just like people who cut themselves, all for attention to get someone to pat them on the back and say “You’re special”. But the truth is that they and YOU are not special and you’ll never get the opportunity because your balls are too small to reach for the stars. Your comfort resides in the safety of your voice and when all is said and done, you’ll just grow addicted to negligence over outcome and my validated points, abandoning what went on this week and progressing to the next, as if it was some kind of retcon. What makes you so important that you deserve to voice the concerns on how unfair the system is? People like Chris Elite or Maxwell Dachs have more of a right to express their bitterness over not fighting for the championship than you, so how about you learn the truth and understand you’re nothing special, even if you tried, you’ll only grow to fail!

Nick, I am not sure how Americans depict people from Dallas but if Dallas is supposed to house dumbfucks, you are certainly portraying the stereotype to perfection. You think I am not portraying my role as a monster? Well I am sorry but unless a monster defines only joining ISIS and beheading people in this company, I know your favourite company was known for that, wasn’t it? I am sure knocking out one of the most respected pricks this company has ever had was concerning for a lot of people. I know not everyone has to care if he breaks his neck or something but I got one of the highlighted guys in EAW history knocked out, something more than you could ever achieve. But I am not shocked, even though I gave you hell last time, that you’re acting so ballsy towards me. As if that beat-down you got a couple of weeks back was not a lesson for you to undertake, which is pretty depressing that the next moment you are wanting to be with your family is in a hospital bed, unresponsive because I would’ve beaten you to the point where your life from thereon would resemble that of Michael Schumacher’s, then again the comparison is slander because he is an actual legend of his profession and you are only a wannabe. If you’re suicidal to test me, be sure you bring your balls to this massacre because I will rip into your worse than I put you through a couple of weeks ago, so all that anguish you suffered will only be amplified at YOUR request, once again. If you want to come off as a challenging opponent, be prepared to face the aftermath that haunts you. Success is never a term for me to fear. Like I said, who the fuck are you to talk about how screwy someone is to the term ‘success’? The only time you’ve known what success defines is during the time Krysis would stick his dick in your ass, only because you were an authority figure. Purely, you don’t know what success is and you never will, you’re just pissed that someone who you think is lesser than you will be taking an opportunity you cannot begin to handle.

Again, are we seriously bitching about my use of vocabulary? Jesus Christ, you truly are fucking dumb. No, I think we’ve gone beyond that now. I think anyone who still believes I abuse vocabulary are dense as shit. The type of people who would ruin parties with their repetitive attitude. You know when you’re recalling a story that gets so old that it has lost value? That is the situation with my ‘abuse of vocabulary’. Then again, the problem with this company is that too many people rely on people acting like One Direction fans. Then again, it should not irate me as much due to how overused it is and how retarded people are if they still believe that and that goes to every single scrub. I will NOT be condemned to exposing words which are fabricated from its originality, similar to comments made about my talent. Words will not be my only ally when it comes to this match against you because with victory, not only do I need to cease your progress mentally but as noted, I am in need to beat the shit out of you to the point where you will regret the choices of words made. Like I said before, you will be a smaller example of how much damage DEDEDE will collect when I battle to take the championship. You talk about the theme of my career being “So close, yet so far” yet I think that especially taking consideration of what will happen on Battleground, the theme people will attach to your career will be simply failure. As soon as you understand that your abilities cannot exceed mine, simply searching the word ‘failure’ will redirect itself to the biography of Nick Angel.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 2:21 pm by **Uncharted**

The backstage area of the Shanghai Oriental Sports Center, claimed by Elite Answers Wrestling for a brief period of time, was as busy as a New York City subway station. Roadies and miscellaneous employees were working frantically to ensure that the promotion’s premier show, Dynasty, would be up and running by the approaching Friday. As Dustin Brasch walked through the fervor, he stopped to appreciate their hard work and dedication to the product. It was a thankless job, each man and woman shifting through the annals of this arena and many others like it without leaving a trace of their being there. To the capacity audiences which packed into those aforementioned arenas, these workers were phantoms, if they even existed in the minds of the audience at all. Brasch took a sip of tea from the foam cup in his hand as the framework for Elite Answers Wrestling’s broadcast came to fruition before his very eyes.

And then, Dustin shoved them into the wall and out of his way, because he had places to be.

―

            Dustin opened the door to the designated green room, tossing his empty cup into the trash bin in the corridor as he did. The green room appeared to have more class than he had expected. There was a seemingly comfortable leather chair in front of the green-screen which dominated most of the room. The camera had been placed at an angle as to make the person in the seat seem candid. The interviewer’s seat was placed out of the shot. The entire style felt very documentary to Dustin, and he decorated his face with a sly grin as he envisioned the day the company would make a documentary about him and about the unparalleled wrestling career he intended to have.

            “Dustin! Right on time,” The director commented, clapping his hands together. “You can take a seat right there,” He instructed, pointing Brasch to the leather chair in the center of the room. The Brooklyn native took a seat cooperatively. “Obviously, you know the drill by now. We don’t need to teach you how to talk, unlike some people.” The director chuckled. He opened the door of a mini-fridge in the back of the room. “You want anything?”

            Brasch arched his back and tilted his head, peering past all of the video equipment. “Just give me the shittiest alcohol you’ve got.” Dustin stated. “Somebody’s got to drink it.”

            The director returns to Dustin with a two-week-old bottle of domestic beer. Hardly any actual alcohol in it, too. Some really cheap shit. Brasch popped the top off and downed a good portion of the drink, wincing in response to the taste.

            “Alright, let’s get right to it. We hit the lights, you speak your piece about Stark, and we get out of here and find something to eat.” The director explained with a smile. He sat down in his high-top chair behind the camera, and gestured towards Dustin. “Action,” he whispered.

            “What do I think about Evan Stark?” Dustin asked rhetorically, suppressing a piteous laugh as he did. “To me, Evan Stark is more of a stand-up comedy act than a professional wrestler. I think that Evan Stark is, well… He’s funny.”

            “You know what’s really funny about Stark?” Dustin leaned forward in his seat, raising a hand to accentuate the point he’s about to make. “Literally everything,” Brasch laughs. He gets the director with the joke, but the director motions for him to keep going.

            “I saw what Evan had to say about me. Was it anything new? Not really. Was it anything that was really worth my time to listen to? Not really. Was it hilarious? Hell yeah, it was.” Dustin smiled. “He ended on the line, ‘I’m the bigger fish, bitch, and I’m going to eat you.’ Yeah, that’s real intimidating coming from a butter-faced scraggly-bearded ginger who enters to Taylor Swift. He’s really got me shook every time ‘Shake It Off’ comes on. I don’t know what I’m going to do,” The New Yorker mocked.

            “You know what else is hilarious about Evan Stark? The man is completely oblivious. He’s talking, trying to make me look bad, but makes himself look like a chump in the process. Stark says that the championship he’s contending for ‘actually matters,’ yeah? In the same breath, though, he has to mention that he’s already held the New Breed Championship, right? The entire time he’s talking, Stark is trying to say that I’ve done nothing notable and nothing meaningful yet, but he corners himself by saying that his only accolade so far was holding a championship that ‘doesn’t actually matter.’ Evan Stark, he just spews out words and doesn’t even think about their implications or what they mean. That’s what’s funny to me about Stark.” Brasch chuckles.

            “What’s more, he tries to pull the whole ‘Who the hell is Dustin Brasch?’ card. He plays up the fact that I’ve just made it to the main stage in the world of professional wrestling, that I haven’t done a whole lot yet. Here’s the thing, though. If Evan Stark had any respect for his employer and actually watched the product, he would know exactly who I am – and a fraction of what I’m capable of.”

            “Does he have a point? Sure. I haven’t done that much yet. I’m three for three in matches. I’ve personally defeated five different people – Kevin Hunter, Joshua Kroner, Donny Diamond, Keith Bathory, and Caine Kronin. Realistically, though, none of those people or those matches meant anything, and quite frankly, it didn’t take a whole lot of effort to do what I’ve done so far. Though, if I can do all of what I’ve done so far without trying, then Evan Stark should be rattled. The poor guy has no idea what he’s really up against.”

            “He’s right about a couple of things, though. The New Breed Championship doesn’t actually matter. Mark Michaels admitted it, too. It’s not an achievement, it’s a stepping stone. It’s a pat-on-the-back. It’s a condescending company-man saying, ‘Maybe one day you’ll really do something.’ That isn’t what I came here for. Stark’s still delusional though, if he still believes that the National Elite Championship matters, either. As far as I’m concerned, the only championship title that matters is the World Heavyweight Championship. That title transcends being gold and leather. That championship dictates that you are indisputably the best there is, so that’s the championship I’m striving to compete for. If I win the New Breed Championship along the way – and I will do just that, - it’ll sit around my waist for decoration, as a reminder that I have arrived. I’m a headhunter. The New Breed Championship will act as my trophy once I defeat Clark Duncan, as if he were a buck that I shot between the eyes and mounted above my mantle.”

            “Let’s get a little more serious. I’ve been telling a lot of jokes, I know, but that’s because that’s all that Evan Stark is to me. A joke. Once I’m through with Stark, he’ll be nothing more than a laughing stock on display for the world to endulge in their instinctual, primitive schadenfreude. And could you blame them? Stark isn’t worthy of anyone’s respect – not the audiences, not mine, hell, not even his own. Evan Stark is not a man worthy of even his own self-respect.”

            “It’s convenient to me that Evan Stark is from Manhattan, New York, and that I’m from Brooklyn. It’s a wonderful metaphor for the match-up that we’ll see this Friday. Evan Stark is an entitled, self-righteous egomaniac, who’s had the privilege of being here for a year already. I’ve only just made it here. I’ve had to scrape and scratch for this, and even now that I’m here, nobody is convinced of my abilities, nobody will admit that I’m damn better than they ever would have thought. I’ve gone through hell to get here, and now that I’ve arrived, competitors like Mark Michaels, like Evan Stark… They still don’t acknowledge that I’m a threat to their careers.”

            “So Stark, prove me right. Fall right back into your self-righteous egomaniacal ways. Keep underestimating me. Keep saying that I haven’t proven myself. Keep thinking that you’re the big fish just because you’ve been swimming in the ocean longer. In reality, you’re not bigger, Evan. You’re just older. The older you are, though, the more fragile your oh-so temporary body and the slower your reactions become.”

“So fragile and so slow, that you may not even realize when the huntsman has come for his trophy.”

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 2:12 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Raven, you're might be right. Erica could be lying about her change of heart but I right now I'm trusting her by teaming with her. I'm completely trusting Erica by forming Shinsei Dōmei. If you target my friends then you're targeting me. This right now is a warning shot make sure you understand that I'm someone who doesn't take insults lightly. Followed by you threatening me of hurting me and telling me that my hard work is non existent. Well then Raven that's first shot of war and I hope you're ready because you better hope that Silence or Kyra or Veena take the fall in the match because I personally will make to snap your neck because I don't take people lightly if they insult my hard work I put into this life of mine. Be happy that it's a six man tag and not a singles match because I probably have sent you to the hospital and lastly before I move on to other things. I don't want respect from vixens when it's not in the ring, I want people to respect for my ring work and what from what I do in that ring.

Next is the mystery partner. I obviously don't know anything about you. Me and Erica aren't being given any info about you but I hope you are part of a common goal of winning this match. I hope you are someone Shinsei Dōmei can trust.

And finally the upcoming Vixen Cup. Every Vixen that have has a shot of being in it like Tarah, Haruna, Aria, Madison, HBG, Cloud and everyone else. I just hope that ready for this Vixen right now. Me, Azumi Goto ‘The Queen Of Submission’ I want to win this as bad as any Vixen but I have the drive that will lead to that trophy. So when March 12 & 13 arrives, live from Toronto, Canada. That trophy is coming home with me but there's still time till the day of the tournament. And right now I'm Queen ready to start her Kingdom.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 12:50 pm by **Raven Lee**

(OOC: Been working, short promo.. many will come out throughout the week.)

Dynasty Promo.

Azumi, I don’t honestly know where I should begin when it comes to you. There are SO many places to begin -- but what hasn’t already been said by my team? My team has shown respect towards you for your drive to keep fighting on and your loyalty to Erica Ford. I envy not your drive… I have a very strong drive.. I envy the feeling of loyalty. I have nothing to hide! I’ll open up to the world and let them see what I see and how I feel. We’ve been down this road once before, Azumi.. I’ve seen just how much you put into this and this world that you live in.. is non-existent. Loyalty is a reality.. but with Erica Ford it is as transparent as this division is. You’ve chosen the road most traveled by and in the end -- you’ll fall to your knees and disappointment wondering to yourself just why.. Erica left you in the dust. It really doesn’t matter what I say on the subject because you’ll only brush it aside.. so when all comes crashing down just know.. you were warned. I’ve seen this happen many times and you are no different than all the others before you. I guess at this point, all that can be done is action. Maybe not.. maybe you actually feel this is a possibility deep inside yourself but choose to live in the moment. maybe you have a conniving trick up your own sleeve in hopes to propel yourself to new heights. Who’s to say you aren’t just as mentally unstable and a compulsive liar just like Erica. It’s either that or you’re the most naive vixen to ever compete in this division’s history. Let’s just let the cards present themselves and in the time being I’ll just walk into Dynasty and do exactly what I came here to do… hurt people. Azumi, I will never respect someone who can’t even find their own footing.. Just like Silence.. I’m looking forward to hurting you.

But then there is Erica Ford. She is what I like to call “ The Transparent Vixen.” Erica, you’re as see through as glass.. I will shatter you while exposing the truth to each and every single person in this company. You know, sometimes I wish I could feel pain.. but I am different! And we should all embrace our differences right, Erica!? For instance, if I lost to you on Battleground -- than why can’t I stop smiling? And why do I feel so good? It’s because I saw it.. I saw that you’re not hallow in there!*Motioning to her chest.* It’s right here.. IT”S RIGHT INSIDE OF YOU ERICA! When I look in myself I see everything! I see the good, the bad.. the dreams I haven’t dreamed yet! My mind is endless -- even through the chaos. When I first started speaking about this topic a few weeks back.. you must’ve been frightened.. because you were almost there. You were SO close! All you needed was one. little. push. Now I know that I have to go to extraordinary extremes if I want to expose the monster that I KNOW is in you! Strap it on, Erica.. because THE PARTY IS FAR ------ FROM OVER!! It’s only just begun. Here we stand on a new platform.. many goals lie ahead and one thing is certain that I will not only fight to expose your truth.. but I will land inside the Vixens Cup.

I Am Chaos.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 11:53 am by **LVCIAN**

I hope I wasn't misunderstood... I respect every man and every woman that ever contributed to the success of this company in a prominent way. I respect every iconic figure EAW has ever produced and everything those legends have achieved. What I don't respect is how some disappear for years and then come back expecting to get handed everything on a silver platter. And that is precisely what happens sadly. They hand them everything on a silver platter. It has happened many times before and it will continue to happen. Cyclone is the perfect example of what I am professing. That's just the way this company has been operating since it's commencement. I thought everything was going to change after I vanquished the forces of Zack Crash and while a lot has changed, a lot is still the same. I don't see much of a difference between Crash and the board. Which is greatly disappointing and quite frustrating because that means I wasted my time. For months, for nearly a year I fought valiantly against Zack Crash, I fought tooth and nail to eradicate corruption. Only for someone just as bad as him to take over? Only for corruption to multiply and become unmistakably visible. The higher ups have awarded Cyclone an opportunity to make a triumphant return by facing me in the main event of this week's Dynasty. An opportunity to prove exactly why he belongs in EAW. An opportunity... he clearly didn't earn. If it was up to me he would be facing Jay Omen on Battleground for months until he actually earned the opportunity to compete for the Dynasty crowd, until he actually earned the chance to showcase his abilities. What they fail to realize is that they gave me an opportunity too. They gave me an opportunity to demonstrate THEM that they are gravely mistaken about Cyclone, that he is not as good as they think he is, as some people make him out to be... That he is no god.

I know you're accustomed to hearing the same statements from your opponents. You're so used to this monotony that you think everyone is the same, but that's a misconception. You couldn't possibly have envisioned me to actually speak the way I did about you. I spoke the absolute truth about you. I know you were probably expecting me to praise you like mostly everyone in this company has since your arrival but I am not 'everyone' and it's seems quite evident to me you know that. When were you ever viewed with disdain? If my memory serves well you were always venerated by these people, you always had their respect and admiration. You didn't have to fight for any of that like I did. You know nothing about hard work. You haven't been through what guys such as myself go through. When I returned into this company I wasn't instantly propelled to the main event of any brand this company has to offer. I was forced to work my way back up. I started from the bottom not from the top. But I am not complaining.. I'm actually glad I was treated like absolute crap because it was things like that what shaped me into the man I am today, what made me as strong as I am now. At one point in time I was the laughing stock of the locker room and now the locker room looks up to me, Cyclone. I'm finally relatively close to fulfilling my lifelong dream of becoming World Heavyweight Champion and you won't hinder my progress, you won't be capable enough to stop me. I can't allow you to take this from me because if I do I won't have anything left. You on the other hand have the higher ups in your favor so if you lose this, if I humiliate you, you will without a doubt get another shot to redeem yourself and to rectify your mistakes I won't.

What do I fight for? I fight to establish a honorable regime in EAW, to eradicate corruption and the polluted. That has been my primary goal for nearly two years now. Sounds like something impossible to achieve and maybe it is impossible, but at least I got something worth fighting for. You fight to fulfill your own selfish ambitions and aspirations. You came back for yourself. Not for the EAW universe, not for the guys in the back for you and nobody else. Tired of being irrelevant, Cyclone? Well, I hope you got used to being irrelevant because after I end you that is what awaits you. Utter irrelevance and utter misery. I'm not Alexander Da Vinci, I won't stop. I won't ever give up my dream. I'll be world champion, I will be a member of the illustrious Hall of Fame and you can bet your ass I will become a legend, son. You claim it's love I have been attempting to pursue for years. And that is partially true. Admittedly, I wanted to be loved and admired, respected by all. But that is a goal I achieved already, Cyclone. This isn't 2009 anymore my "friend", things have changed and I am not the same kid I was back then. I"m not hoping to make it out of Turbo anymore one day I am shooting for the stars, I am doing everything in my power to ensure all of my dreams take shape. Funny.. I'm not desperate, why should I be? I'm not going to deny I am worried about how uncertain my future is. However, at the same time I am eager and curious about it. It hasn't occurred yet therefore I can make it whatever I want to make it! You haven't been here in years how can you be so certain nobody else recognizes this as my yard? You don't know anything about how these people feel. Some of them revere you, but a great majority feels just how I feel. Like I said before I am always transparent, I always speak the truth freely. I don't care what the repercussions may be I will always be real to myself and to these people. The top is where I belong, THIS is my rightful position in this company and I ain't going nowhere. I'm staying right here.. you won't stop me, Cyclone. Enjoy your current state in the land of elite while you can because I vow to make it short lived. You will wish you never came back.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 7:36 am by **Hamau Koa**

Open Scene

Hamau Koa paces in a backstage darkness. He pauses for a moment to pound a fist into the floor with an animal exhale. He resumes pacing.

Mickey Luciano wipes his nose with the back of his hand and faces the interviewer while spinning an unlit cig in his left hand. He has a new tattoo visible on his neck, ink that seems to be a black Maori tribal tattoo. The skin still red and raised.

Announcer: Folks, this Voltage match for an open fight spot is heating up and the brawlers are here tonight. I’m here with the manager for a new kid in town, the Bastard of Samoa, Hamau Koa. This is Mickey Luciano.

ML: Yeah, How ya’ doin’?

Announcer: Mickey, we hear your boy has been tearing up the ring down at the forum this week...literally. How is he preparing for the Open Fight Gauntlet at the Wells Fargo Arena this Friday night in Des Moines?

ML: (Mickey wipes sweat off of his face with a black and red handkerchief) Hamau Koa? What’s he doin’? He’s pacing back stage is what he’s doin’. He oughta be out here on stage instead of me. Yeah, then yous guys can get a good look at what a real man looks like. (his voice starts to get louder and faster)
Sure, he’s tearing up the practice ring but that’s ‘cuz de bums down there are too scared to get into it wid him. Dis kid is ready to do what a wrestler was made to do: take down de other bums in this match. Voltage has dis new blood and HE'S GONNA SHOW ALL OF YOUS WHAT HE'S MADE OF!

Announcer: (taking a step back.) Yeah, we’re looking forward to seeing this massive guy take the ring. Do you think he has what it takes to win against five other Voltage stars? These guys have been around a long time.

ML: You think dat??!!?! Hamau Koa has been wrestling for over ten years! Dis guy has six international titles! He’s the kinda frickin’ pro this house has needed. The EAW is pretty pitiful, if you aks me and my guy is gonna prove that he was made to beat down. This guy is relentless, I tell ya’. Da stuff I seen him do on other continents would blow your frickin' mind. (ML starts pointing at the camera and raising his voice.) He won’t stop until all five of dem bums is rollin’ on the mat begging for moicy. DO I TINK HE'S GOT A CHANCE? It’s the utta guys dat got no chance!
(He clears his throat and straightens his greasy straight tie and tips his head in a tic) I’m finally representin’ a real winner, I tell ya. If any of those guys think they have a chance, deyv got anodda think comin’.

(A scream comes from backstage. A scantily clad vixen in silver runs across the stage saying, “He’s fucking crazy!”)

Announcer: (Leans backward and motions to someone off stage.)
Send him out.
LADEEEZ and GENTS, let me present to you, the Bastard of Samoa: HAMAU KOA!
(As Hamau strides on stage, body oiled, covered in black tribal tats on both legs and his chest, the announcer stands as still as possible, eyes wide.)
Hamau Koa, welcome to the EAW stage! Can you tell us about yourself?

HK: I’m ready to fight. (Hamau paces the stage, nostrils snorting, the announcer attempting to stay opposite him on stage.)

ML: Hamau, Babe, the camera is on. Be cool, knowwhatahmean.

Announcer: Hamau Koa, you look like you are ready to get your hands onto your opponents on the Voltage Stage. Do you plan on proving yourself in the ring on Friday night?

Hamau Koa: I’M READY TO FIGHT! (He pounds fist into the stage floor and does a few jabs into the air.)

ML: He’s ready, Man. He’ll prove hisself. Bring on the fight ‘cuz he’s gonna kick the livin’ crap outta des other guys. None of da other guys is winners… (he starts pointing at the camera again, wiping his nose with one hand) Hamau Koa is the kinda guy that has never been seen in the rings around heya. (He starts yelling again.) I SAW THIS GUY AT A RING IN ASIA AND I KNEW HE WAS READY FOR THE EAW! HE HAS WARRIOR BLOOD IN HIM, YAH, (ML sticks the cigarette into his mouth and continues yelling while holding onto the cig with his teeth, he grabs the mic out of the announcer’s hand) DO YOU THINK HE’S NUTTIN'? HE’S GONNA KILL DA BASTARDS IN IOWER! HE’S HEYA NOW AN EVERYTING'S GONNA CHANGE! SOME OF DEM BUMS HAS BEEN BAD-MOUTHIN’ DIS KID FOR HIS...DESTRUCTIVE WAYS, BUT I’M NOT KIDDIN YA’...

(Hamau Koa has been pacing the stage, now stops and drops his hand onto the mic. ML stands down)

Hamau Koa: I’m ready to fight. (He strides off stage)

End of scene

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 5:09 am by **Ares Vendetta**

(The scene opens up to the sight of the name “Mr. DEDEDE” tattooed upon the flesh of Ares Vendetta, alongside multiple other names inked on his back. The camera slowly zooms out to reveal Ares sitting on a badly damaged steel chair alone in an unknown room; made up of blank white walls with the exception of the wall in front of him that hangs a replica of the Answers World Championship. Dressed in only his wrestling gear, his black and gold hair rests upon his shoulders)

I’m beginning to think my mind may be going. I forgot how long it’s been. How long I’ve been here, doing this. Not just sitting here, looking at what I want, but everything else. I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been clawing my way towards some sort of catharsis. It feels like it’s been decades, but I know it’s only been years. Ripping off that mask and enjoying the sight of DEDEDE lying on his back a broken, helpless man… It seems like a lifetime ago, and yet, it was only just a couple years back, wasn’t it? I came here carrying a heavy load of hate with me. A lust for vengeance deep to my core that I just haven’t been able to get rid of, no matter how many people I hurt or Championships I win or names I write down on myself. For so long, people have told me that vengeance will give me no satisfaction, but it’s not vengeance that leaves me unsatisfied. You know what it is? It’s a lack of vengeance that leaves me unsatisfied. I take, and I take, and I take, and it’s never enough. It’s a hungry beast, vengeance. Not a tame one either, because I know that if I don’t feed it enough, it’s gonna turn to me feed and swallow me whole. I don’t plan on letting that happen. Not today, anyway.

I’ll just keep crawling. Crawling through the physical pain; every single ounce of pain that I can still feel deep down in me when I see those names that I’ve stepped into a ring with and bleed and broken and bruised. It’ll all be worth it when it’s said and done and I can finally lay down in the grave I’ve dug for myself, knowing I won’t be lying down alone. It’ll all be worth it, because I know I’ll have found what I was looking for when the day comes. Maybe it’s the Answers World Championship after all. Maybe that’s all I need. Maybe I need to prove not only to every mongrel in this company, but to my shell of a father as well that I’m the absolute best. It took puppet after puppet to keep a World Championship around his waist. I’ll do it on my own, with these two hands of mine, and nothing more. I won’t look at the hundreds and then the thousands and then the millions of people watching as I’m taken away a broken, defeated, pathetic waste of flesh with everything he fought for shattered and a World Championship gone and lost. I won’t. I REFUSE.

Of course, making that happen relies on being a World Champion in the first place, doesn’t it? I played too much when it was there within my grasp. I won’t make the same mistake twice. The Answers World Championship - that’s the only thing that’s real anymore. Devan Dubian, Tyler Parker, Mr. DEDEDE - just names. They’re all just obstacles anymore. They only become dangerous when you put substance to them, like their own individual stories. The lives they’ve led to get here. The people they’ve had to fight through to get here, the accolades they’ve achieved, the heights they’ve reached, and the desire that burns inside them - if you just close your eyes to it all, it makes it so much easier. Don’t think about the rabbit’s life when you have to snap it’s neck. All that matters is your own survival, so just do it.

Tyler Parker, I want you to take a good long look at the chair I sit in. I want you to notice every single dent in it. I want you to take notice of every single bit of coagulated blood on it. Every piece of humanity that touched this chair belongs to you. These dents aren’t just dents, Tyler, they’re memories. Memories of every lashing I gave you. Memories of every second of pain you went through. I want you to remember it, not just for today, but for the rest of your miserable existence, and it WILL be a miserable existence, Tyler, because so long as you breathe the same breath as me and so long as you remain here, standing in front of me and what I want, I’m going to share more memories just like that with you. I’ve dealt with your kind far too many times to count. I know this isn’t the end. I know you’ll get back up when you should have stayed down long before now. See, Tyler, I’ve got memories of you with me too. I can still feel everything you struck me with at King of Elite. I can feel that tenacity radiating off you with every strike you delivered with nothing less than malicious intent. Tonight, I’m gonna put your name with the rest, and that’s the last painful memento I’ll ever accept from you, because from there on out, Tyler, it’s all from me to you. From here on out, you’re going to feel everything I have in me to make a person hurt, and rest assured, Tyler, I happen to know a Hell of a lot about hurting people. At King of Elite, I struck you with such force that I can still see you wrapped around my boot after I cracked this left foot of mine off of the back of your skull and then swung it back down into those handsome features of yours. By the time this ride is over, I’ll have washed my hands of Tyler Parker. I’ll have scraped you entirely off of my boot. I won’t feel a thing doing what I do to you, though. Deep down in me, as much as I want to enjoy it, I’ll feel completely numb to every moment I spend torturing you for wasting so much of my time. I’ll feel absolutely nothing, because I’ll know that your road ended here, tonight, with your name on my flesh. Just another body on the ever-growing pile. Just another pebble on my road that I kick out of the way.

Hades. Devan Dubian. Tyler Parker. Next.

The last thing I want you to look at for me, Tyler, is this battlefield I call my body. I haven’t even begun to reach my prime, and yet, I’ve thrown even the slightest chance of caution out of the way to get the results I want. I suppose every action has a reaction, and mine happens to be the fact that my body has already felt an excruciating strain on it since the day I first came to this company. I’ve bled an incomprehensible amount of blood on that canvas. I’ve bruised every bone in my body. I’ve nearly crippled myself more times that I care to count, so much so that I can barely even fly like I used to. What you don’t see on this back of mine, Tyler, are stab wounds. You know why that is? Because unlike you, and everyone else like you, I know that the only thing that truly matters in this World is me. You don’t think I know why you’re really here? You think I can’t see beyond your desire to reign as a World Champion again? As much as I hate to even think about it, I know why you get up when I knock you down, Tyler. I know why you keep coming when you should stay away. I know how much it would mean to you - taking the Answers World Championship away from the man that dug a knife so deep into your back that you’ve never been able to pull it out. The past hurts, doesn’t it? I suppose in a way, you and I may not be so different after all. You seem so much more, I don’t know, classier than someone like me… But you’re just a vengeful spirit too, aren’t you? You just want to hurt the one that hurt you when it all comes down to it, don’t you? You literally beat him and beat him until the match was simply awarded to you, and I bet you’d love nothing more than to do it all over again, wouldn’t you?

It’s a shame you’ll never get that chance. Vengeance burns like a fire, Tyler, but I promise you that mine burns stronger, wilder, and greater than your’s ever will. I think even you know what happens when an insignificant flame clashes with an inferno. You’ve come to the wrong place at the wrong time. You want to do it again? I want to do it once. Just once. That’s all I need. But first, I need you out of my way. This town’s not big enough for the both of us, cowboy. It’s time to add fuel to the fire, and feed my desire.

(Ares slowly stands up, presumably looking at the Answers World Championship replica hanging on the wall as he kicks the dented steel chair away)

I ate all the rest, and now I’ve gotta eat you.

(Ares remains stoic with his back still towards the camera as the camera slowly zooms back in on the tattoos covering his back while slowly fading to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 4:05 am by Guest

This is where all paths of my career have lead to. Alexander Da Vinci has faded away---Prince of Phenomenal's story closed and despite the repeated subtle attempts warning me that maybe I will find what I'm looking for if I too close the door, I still frequently come back, reaching out to grab hold for anything. "You're desperate," they would hint with their micro expressions. I would look at them as if I always had a plan, and run towards the squared circle ready to fight. A plan for what though? How could I possibly have had one when I would hide the fact that I didn't even know why I fought? I knew what I was fighting for when I was a rookie who lost most of his matches and went to sleep wrapped in gauze so often it became like another layer of skin. I knew what I was fighting for when I became the EAW Champion and I had my former Boss, the former CITV winner and the former Champion all chasing me. So why is it I keep coming back like I am also chasing something, like I am a moth to a flame? What is that flame exactly? Over the years, I've fought half tired and deluded myself into thinking maybe this is what I am meant to do, to fight without rhyme or reason. I could show up and destroy a couple of rookies and familiar faces practically lined up to face me and then leave when the dust is settled. I was never able to truly look at my past. If I could, I would see that I would never be satisfied fighting without a purpose. I don't need to pick one though, I guess I always knew part of what the overarching goal is, but always believed it to be somewhat impossible. Only now am I able to not only look at my past, but learn from it---to reach that goal.

When I would return from hiatus, my opponents actions would often be predictable and go from amusing to sometimes tedious. They would often spout out half truths and leave out important details of their career to appear on equal footing with me. Their confidence would get sapped the instant they realized I wasn't going to humor them and it didn't take long before I took advantage of their black and white worldview where because EAW viewed me with such disdain, they believed they should demonize me and that they should portray themselves as the hero of the masses, so that they would be able to propel themselves straight to a main event spot after taking down the big bad beast. For the few minutes that I was in the ring with them, it's as if all my worries faded away and all I could focus on was making them go through pure agony. I now realized I never really enjoyed those fights as much I thought, always looking up to see what the audience thought. What they wanted. Even when I would rip the microphone from the bell keeper and confidently say I despised the audience, I would stare at them out of the corner of my eye during matches and view their cheers as if they were throwing roses for my performances. Maybe the reason why it took so long for me to finally pick up the pieces is because the crowd almost worships me---and that was enough to satisfy me years ago, but that only pacifies me now and dilutes my ambitions. To fight for others is to trust your fate in their hands and wake up each morning with the possibility of them crushing it the second you're not what they envision. What's unfortunate is that I come back to the brand that has defined me to face a former friend who allows others to trample on him all because of his doubts that he refuses to properly deal with. A man who truly puts others before him which will turn out to be his eventual downfall. We meet again, Lucian Black.

What do you fight for?

Do you think that's a stupid question? It's a redundant question to ask to most since it's become so obvious that all the average extre--elitist wants is what most ordinary people in life want like money or power. You're not ordinary though Lucian, are you? People have laughed at or supported your attempts at reaching the top of the mountain for six years now. Even the sometimes brash Alexander Da Vinci knew when it was time to stop trying, but you don't let the elephant in the room get to you. This stopped being a simple tale of the underdog finally toppling the giant and became something much more. Something tragic. What you want more than anything else is love. The same love the fans showered your former tag partner Alexander Da Vinci years ago. Is that why you've become a more desperate man since the last time I saw you, buddy? Apparently, I got the whole thing wrong and you're actually already at the top! This is your yard, huh? Well how can this be your yard when you never became a "king"? How can this be your yard when you're afraid that when I beat you, then every other EAW Hall of Fame member will come after you? How can this be your yard when you're mad that nobody else recognizes it is? Your contradictions reveal the kind of person you are and I should be annoyed by the lies you hope I wouldn't notice, but I'm not. Rather, what annoys me is your gullibility, where you believe EAW to be some juvenile version of a meritocracy where it's only hard work that gets rewarded and not talent. You put all your hopes and dreams to chance and think your opinion that you've worked the hardest will allow you to defeat anyone who steps in your way, will allow you to beat me. You have yet to learn from the past where just following what ADV did would have saved you years of work, but the saddest part is that isn't even your wake up call. You're not a savior for bringing back a brand you managed to destroy in the first place and your false sense of bravado is only amusing and not the checkmate you thought it would be. I will play along and treat you more seriously, but when Dynasty arrives and your confidence breaks so for a couple of seconds I see George Copeland---I will swat you back to where you belong.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 2:59 am by **showster26**

Dynasty Promo #1

The scene opens inside the presidential suit of the Ritz-Carlton Tokyo hotel. The room is dark with only a faint amount of blue light emanating from the laptop of EAW’s Self-Proclaimed Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, whom we find reviewing the footage from last night’s Hell’s Warpath match.

Stew-O: “MARK MICHAELS STANDS UP AS HE SHOOK OFF THE DDT AND LOOKS OVER TO THE NEW ENTRY OF JUN NOBUNAGA! HE STALKS BEHIND NOBUNAGA AS HE MOCKS THE JAPAN AUDIENCE! THE CROWD ANGRILY CRIES OUT AGAINST MICHAELS AS JUN TURNS AROUND! SCREEN CRACKER!”

Deadprez: “CODEBREAKER RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF JUN NOBUNAGA AS HE HAS TO BE OUT COLD! MARK MICHAELS CRAWLS OVER TO NOBUNAGA WHILE CAINE SITS IN THE CORNER AS HE HOOKS HIS LEG FOR THE PIN!”

Referee: ONNNEEE!!!… TWWWOOO!!!… THHHRRREEE!!!

Michaels looks on intensely, almost unaware as his agent Johnny J. walks in thru the door.

Johnny: “Mark? Are you here? You haven’t returned any of my messages.”

Michaels doesn’t respond, instead keeping his focus on the screen.

Deadprez: “JOSHUA STUMBLES FORWARD, BUT HE DOESN’T FALL TO THE FLOOR! MICHAELS STRIKES ONCE AGAIN TO THE SPINE OF JOSHUA AS HE FALTERS ONTO THE ROPES AS THE CHAIR HAS BEEN RELEASED FROM HIM! Mark Michaels drops his Selfie Stick and stands from behind AS KRONER TURNS AROUND!”

Stew-O: “MARK MICHAELS JUMPS IN FOR THE SCREEN CRACKER ON JOSHUA KRONER HOWEVER, JOSHUA KRONER CATCHES MARK MICHAELS IN MID-AIR! THE PURE STRENGTH OF THE MIGHTY WARBEARD AS HE TURNS TO TRY AND THROW HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! NO! MARK MICHAELS WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND THE HEAD OF JOSHUA KRONER TO TRY AND FLIP HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!”

Stew-O: “MARK MICHAELS IS PULLING HIM DOWN! DOES HE GET HIM OVER AND ONTO THE FLOOR? HE HAS! MARK MICHAELS JUST THREW THE OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR!”

Johnny leans in for a better look.

Johnny: “That was pretty impressive.”

Michaels: “Impressive isn’t the word. I did what no one in that match would have dared dream of, and single handedly tossed that walking tub of cream filling right over the top rope!”

Johnny: “Yes you did, and it got some heads turning. It would have been better if you had won, but you had a nice little hot streak in that match and …”

Michaels: “And what?!”

Michaels points to the screen

Stew-O: “CAINE KRONIN IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN AS KEVIN HUNTER TURNS AROUND TO SEE MARK MICHAELS TRYING TO PICK HIMSELF BACK UP TO HIS FEET! KEVIN DROPS HIS BAT AS HE GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT! HE GOES NEAR THE ROPES AS HE LOOKS AROUND THE RING! HE LIFTS HIM UP HIGH IN THE AIR! CHOKESLAM OVER AND OUTSIDE TO THE FLOOR!”

Michaels: “That good for nothing, crack whore screwing, douche bad, wrapped his greasy, grimy, grubby hands around my neck, and chokeslammed me straight to the floor! I mean god only knows where his hands have been, I know the answer is up his own asshole, but I don’t want to think about where else.”

Johnny: “Look Mark, I know this one was a hard loss, but…"

Michaels: “Whoa, whoa, whoa wait just a damn minute John. Did you just use the L word? I didn’t lose, oh no, the ring announcer might have said Dustin Brasch’s name, but tell me if that look like a winner there?”

Stew-O: “Dustin turns around MET WITH THE LIGHT BULB BY CAINE KRONIN RIGHT INTO THE FACE! THE GLASS EXPLODES ON HIS FACE AS YOU CAN SEE THE BLOOD START TO POUR DOWN HIS FACE! DUSTIN BRASCH HAS GOTTEN HIS FIRST EXPERIENCE WITH THE RED MASK!”

Michaels: “Does that look like the type of guy who’s getting his face om a Wheaties box? Or sell posters, and action figures to kids? Or French fries to fat moron? The answer is no! And if you’re wondering just who might be? Why don’t you take a lucky guess?”

Johnny: “You Mark.”

Michaels: “You’re god damn right me! The man who walked out of hell unscathed, without a single fucking scratch on him! ”

Johnny: “I know Mark, I know. But what’s done is done, and we have to look forward to next Friday, because you’re facing Rheagar.”

Michaels: “Well it’s about fucking time. I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that oily, Greek son of a bitch since he cost me the National Elite Championship. And all things considered, it going to be worth the wait, because I’m going to take out every last ounce of frustration I’ve had over the past month, out on his ass.”

Johnny: “Easy there Mark, now I have faith that you’ll walk out of this one with your hand raised, but just remember the last time you two stepped in the ring, things didn’t go your way. Now I want you to tell me how you’re going to make sure that this time is different.”

Michaels: “Johnny, this one isn’t about winning, which will be easy because everyone including that choke Lucian Black beats him, but this one is about beating the ever loving shit out of that over hyped, underdeveloped bastard, end of story.”

Johnny: “That’s it?”

Michaels: “Yeah that’s it.”

Johnny: “Hmm, what about that whole spiel you usually give about being the Destiny of Dynasty? What about being the hashtag hero, the twitter trendsetter, and the brightest burning star that EAW will ever know?”

Michaels: “No, not tonight, because like I said this isn’t about me proving that I’m the world’s greatest wrestler. It’s about me showing the world that one way or another, when you screw around with Mark Michaels, no matter how long it takes, you learn firsthand that karma is bitch, so Picture THAT!”

WITH THAT THE VIDEO FADES TO BLACK.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 2:53 am by **The Mexican Samurai**

Battleground Promo #2

Ever since I was a child, I've been given everything that I've ever wanted. If someone got two scoops of ice cream, I would get three, because I would sit and scream as loud as I possibly could until my Aunt couldn't take it anymore and caved into my demands. In middle school, I was the smallest amateur wrestler on the JV team, but did I go and hit the weights or dedicate hours to my craft by sparring with the other wrestlers? Hell no! I would twist a shoulder, rub my chin against my opponent's eye, and I would even oil check in order to get the smallest advantage. If I was about to lose? I would feign an injury in order for the match to be medically stopped because I could do what I wanted, and it ended up with me joining the varsity team in my freshman year of high school. I was the best and there was nothing that anyone could do about it... much like Beretta not being able to do anything this upcoming Monday on Battleground. Everyone comes into this company thinking that they have to pay these so-called dues because of some kind of antiquated tradition of "carny as fuck" rules that don't mean shit in 2016!

Let me give you an example of this kind of bullshit that happens backstage during EAW shows. One requirement that every Elitist and Vixen has to do is give a hand shake when they approach another wrestler backstage, because it's some important symbol of respect. It doesn't matter if I've seen this wrestler twice already in the morning or see a Vixen for over three-hundred days a year on the road; the policy is to shake hands and introduce yourselves. I don't want to be bothered when I'm trying to eat the disgusting catering that the Board skimps on, in order to save a few extra cents, because it's "absolutely necessary" to shake the hands of someone I don't even want to talk to. It's time to let go of the past because I want to be left alone when I'm listening to my music while warming up for my match backstage. I'm not going to shake anyone's hand anymore because I don't feel like it, and mostly because I don't have to. You don't deserve my damn respect for your mediocrity! The fact that people like Beretta are ALLOWED to be on the same card with me is a goddamn insult to all the hard work I've done for this company, the future face of EAW... The Millennial Messiah of EAW. I get it though, the higher ups think this is supposed to be some sort of punishment because I happened to rebel against the status quo of back-bending cucks that line up to be fucked over. I'll just use this opportunity to continue to build my brand and gain all the notoriety of being the uncrowned Interwire Champion while posers continue to hold my belt. I've sold so many "Demon Killer" shirts since King of Elite that they'll never punish me because they need my sales, because I hold all the FUCKING CHIPS AND WHEN THE EVENTUAL NEGOTIATIONS HAPPEN I'LL BE THE ONE HOLDING THE GODDAMN BALL IN MY HAND; DETERMINING WHEN AND WHERE THE FUCK I'LL BE WHEN MY NAME IS REPRESENTED!!!

You would think that my career would die down when a little incident became public, but "The Mexican Samurai War Train" continues to chug along and it's going straight to the World Title. This isn't some kind of Hollywood movie where the spoiled, little, fucking brat gets what is coming to him. I'm Dennis the Menace, I'm the Problem Child and you are John Ritter being tortured and physically abused but you ultimately come to love my personality because deep down inside... everyone knows that I'm one hundred percent correct about the policies that we follow. I'm sure you've heard this rhetoric before from all the other wrestlers trying to bring the penultimate destruction of Elite Answers Wrestling... but I'm not trying to end this company. I'm going to change this company from the inside out to follow my rules because I get what I want, and just in case you can't get it through your thick little skull... just wait until this upcoming Monday night when Battleground becomes my own little playground.

Beretta, I'm going to make an example out of you this upcoming Monday. I gave you every single opportunity to stand up and defend yourself and so far, you've done absolutely nothing and I don't blame you. Sure, you've taken on some great talent in the ring, but you've never faced anyone of my caliber before, and I don't blame the fact that you can't even contrive the proper response of full blown insult poetry being strewn at you from all different directions. You're the Battleground's version of Aren Mstislav; you have been tabbed as a breakout star this year but every single time there is an opportunity for greatness... you come just a little short! Now you're relegated to a Mark Michaels, AKA a "never was", someone who will get every opportunity to move to the main brand but never even getting out of Battleground because you don't have what it takes to take on competition of that level. You'll be that guy who is awarded multiple title shots but you lose embarrassingly every single time while they question the validity of your contendership, also known as a Scott Oasis. Now that I've done comparing you to three garbage wrestlers... let me talk about the real Beretta, the man who went through a pretty traumatizing life in order to become a wrestler in EAW.

My life is so much fucking worse than yours. My dad moved to Japan after my mom was killed by an elbow to the back of the fucking head, and the fact that you can even say you've had any difficult road to EAW is laughable. Do you know how hard it was to cast a tall Japanese actor to play my father, so that Dark Demon could land an elbow to his head? I had to sit in a chair and ask the same dull questions for hours on end during the auditions, and it was horrible!! I ended up sending 942 snapchats, and I ended sending almost all of them to Sheridan Muller and Azumi Goto because every snapchat I sent to Lioncross ended up coming back with blurry pictures of his armpit and the words "zjfdnvjakdlshf". You don't know how hard I ranted on Instagram and Facebook and my back was killing me after sitting for two hours. So do the world a favor and quit talking about all the strenuous heartache and perseverance you went through because no one gives a damn. It's all about me and my dilemmas, I deserve all the sympathy!!!

Battleground is going to be call out to all those who have ever never been able to get anywhere because they continue to be held down by the people in charge. I'm going to extend my hand to anyone who has ever wanted to say "fuck the rules" and live their own lives instead of being suppressed by the shackles of a conduct system that is so archaic that it is no longer relevant within today's modern society. My fellow Millennials... I'm going to lead you to your salvation and I'll be the Messiah towards a new age in Elite Answers Wrestling...my Elite Answers Wrestling.

Re: EAW Promoz! February 21st 2016, 12:26 am by **Lia Beech**

Low voices are heard and the screen is black.

Sarah: Yeh, Lia? Why do we have ta wispa? I can’t see a thing!

Lia: SHH! Quiet! If someone hears us then we’re going to get in BIG trouble.

Sarah: Hmph, are we goin ta have secks on heeya? I kno you’re exotic but this be a bit too far, eh?

Lia: SHH! For the love of God, Jesus Christ and Mother Mary SHUT THE FUCK U---

The lights are turned on.

…………

A room is seen that has a rack full of masks. The camera gets closer and it is seen that it is Serena Ji’s Wrestling masks, varying from different colors and designs. The room itself is paired with high-intensity colors and Mexican-themed designs. A large black woman, assumed to be a security officer, stands in front of Lia and Sarah.

The S.O glares at Lia and Sarah, who by the way, are still crouching down hoping to be unseen.

S.O: Da fuq you heeyah foh?

Lia heroically stands up and brushes dust off of her holy cross necklace.

Lia: We’re here to do some research… bitch.

S.O: Um? Care to say dat again, huney?

Lia: Well? What do you expect us to do, huh?! I’m going against one of the most unknown, anticlimatic, talentless, idiotic Vixen on this roster! The only thing that we Lia points at both her and Sarah who is still on the floor know about this bitch is that she’s this immigrant who teams up with Piff and Landerson when the booked have no idea where to put her. I can’t just base off my knowledge on THAT! So i took matters into my own hands, as I always do, and I came to do some research. The only thing I’ve learned from this alien is that she decided to bring her homeland here since she probably can’t go back there due to.. legal reasons.

S.O: Listen, I don’t give a fuk as tah why y’all are here. This building’s security alarm was set off and no one is supposed to be in here. I need y’all to get yo pasty, white asses outta here before I call the police for backup.

Lia angrily tells Sarah to get up by yanking her shoulder.

Lia: Obviously no one knows who I am. Not you, not even the EAW Universe and ESPECIALLY not Serena. I’ve been through a lot in my short time here on this cruel, wretched world but I’ve learned that people will never be satisfied with your story, no matter HOW HARD you try. I could tell you that I ran with the Mexican Mafia fo 12 years and was sold as a child slave to drunken, smelly hispanic men but you’d probably have your doubts. I can sit here and tell you that I was molested and abused as a little girl by Donald Trump and you’d maybe question my claims. I can tell you that I’m the most interesting person on this planet but you’d STILL have questions afterwards. Serena is going to walk into our match confident and ready to kill it. Sure, I’ve been on a losing streak lately.. and sure I’ve taken the pin, HOWEVER! this is my time to redeem myself. I’m really sorry for Serena because she does not want to be in the spot she’s in right now. I’m hungry and I’m craving for some blood. I want to completely annihilate her to show EAW that I’m no one that can be easily beaten. Those other time were phony losses.

Sarah: Yo Lia, let’s get outta here gurl.

Lia: Alright, one sec.

Lia signals for Sarah to distract the security officer for a second as she grabs a mask and shoves it into a duffle bag. Meanwhile, Sarah has taken the initiative to beat up the security guard but is struggling.

Lia: We could use one of these at home… That one is perfect! Lia swings around after hearing a commotion. Oh dear, did you have to?

Sarah: Hun, ain’t nobody hatin’ on ma twerkin’ yo.

Lia: ...that’s how you chose to distract her?

S.O: That’s it, I’m getting me some backup. This is superrr special Officer Parkins requesting assistance immediately in relation to two naughty lil trespassers. Get yo asses here pronto!

Lia drops the duffle bag and jumps behind the S.O and puts her in a headlock and watches her slowly become unconscious. Sarah swings open a closet as the two carry the S.O into it and slam the door shut.

Sarah: On yo bike darlin’.

Lia: Serena’s gonna suffer the same fate as poor ol’ Parkins over there because I’m fiending for a win right now. Fuck losing anymore. I’m being written off from this Vixens Cup thing too, not even seeded or anything. That’s not cool, I’m gonna have to do this all the hard way. Lord, give me the power to rise to the top… and also get us out of this mess, I’m not back to jail over a damn mask.

Sarah gestures Lia to follow her as they attempt an escape but their fate is unknown as the screen fades into darkness.

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