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Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 5:18 pm by **Nathan Fiora**

VOLTAGE I: VICTORY AND DEATH.

[The scene begins as Nathan Fiora is walking to a huge tree, that is alone. The area is full of grassy fields and a gentle wind is blowing. Nathan grabs a dark green leaf, full of life and then sees a yellow, withered lead and grabs it too. He observes both and begins to speak.]

Some of grow...and some of us rot. We are all not meant to take the same path in life. This concept is more commonly as term “Survival of the Fittest”. For the last couple of weeks, many of my opponents have wanted me to become into the prey. They have said that they will end my career and that they will teach me what it means to be in EAW. Those statements have proved to just be broken promises because I am still here, kicking ass and showing the world why I’m one of the best to set foot into that ring. I may only be three matches into my EAW career, but who wins all three in a row? I do. Who has kept their promises every week to beat the competition and continue to grow? Me. Who will continue their pursuit to greatness? Me. At this point, I’m no longer the prey; I’m the predator. This company is slowly becoming into my jungle and I will rule it one day. Sure, that sounds very egotistical of me, but it’s a dream I’ve had since my childhood. I’ve always wanted to be in this ring, loving the atmosphere and people I’m surrounded with. I’m really living that dream now, but my friends, yes you EAW Universe, it’s not going to end here. This past week I beat the odds in a match where I statistically only had a 33.3% chance to win. I beat the odds a week before when I beat Raymundo Rhyse. Now, I will crush these odds in our match this week on Voltage.

[Fiora climbs on the tree and stops half-way through. He sits on a sturdy branch and lets go of the dead leaf.]

Friends, I must continue to prove our worth in Elite Answers Wrestling. I have so much more to do in order to make it to the top of the mountain. This week, I will be in my first televised tag team match with some competitors I’ve been in the ring with some people who I have and haven’t been in the ring with. One of these wrestlers was mentioned not too long ago: The Raymundo Rhyse. I know we’re not on the same page after our match a few weeks ago, but I’ll tell you something that will make you be on the same page. You wouldn’t want another loss, would you? As much as I don’t like you for dissing my dead sister and chances in this company, I want to win. There shouldn’t be any shenanigans or you won’t be having a good time after we lose. And yes, that is a threat to you, Ray. So I’d recommend you to go by my rules because I obviously know how to win matches, unlike you. Ouch, was that a feeling of despise and pure dislike? Yes, yes it was. The next man I really want to talk about is my other partner, someone who I haven’t been in the ring with: Christian Locke. He’s quite the...I’m looking for the word…”interesting” fellow. He may be a bit out of it, but this man fights for his opportunities, and I like that in a partner. As a team, all three of us have to make a mark before Pain For Pride 9 and show everyone that we deserve to be on that show. I know I will bring my A-Game. My question to those two men is: Will you bring your A-Game?

[Fiora jumps down from the tree and begins to walk back and forth. The camera zooms away and reveals many roads. There seems to be a lot of pollution around the tree and the only area where there isn’t is the tree.]

Now we get to my favorite segment of the night: Opponent Hour With Nathan Fiora. This week, I will not only have one opponent, not two, but three opponents! Oh, geez. What am I going to do about this? Will I finally lose in EAW? Hell no. I’m busting my ass three times as much as I do any week to get ready for this match. This isn’t a joke; I’m going to be the best I’ve ever been this week and if you don’t believe me, just tune to Voltage this Sunday evening and watch some magic unfold. You’re welcome, by the way. My opponents this week are Beretta, Terry Chambers, and J.D. Damon. All men are very respectable talents...I couldn’t even say that seriously. Actually, here’s the thing. They are a bunch of jokes who can’t get the job done all by themselves. Last week was a cheap move, but then again, what else was I expecting? If you guys try to cheat and lose your balls by not actually going one on one against us, I’ll make sure that I correct you. By correcting you all, I mean I’ll kick your asses, one by one, and damn, will it be gratifying. If you three don’t know what I’m about, I’m about justice in EAW. I don’t want BS that you guys do happening all the time; I believe in a system that everyone has the same opportunity to succeed. Since you guys kind of interfere with that, I have a bone to pick with this...trio. All I can guarantee is that you will be facing someone that skills that you’ve never seen before. My team will win, and then maybe you guys will learn a lesson.

[Nathan grabs the camera and moves around with it.]

EAW. This Sunday will continue the spark that we have formed together. The Fiora Fire is only starting to burn. I have one question for all of you…

DO YOU FEEL IT?

[Fiora drops the camera and walks away. The camera records it all as the scene fades to pitch black. The next scene says “See You Sunday”.]

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 5:12 pm by **Kurt_Burton**

A run down building, graffiti sprayed across every conceivable surface. A man squats low, wearing a vest covered in patches, wearing his life's history on his chest.

"When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide..."

He drinks straight from a bottle of whiskey.

"Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride..."

He laughs.

"Sorry, I was going to cut this weird trippy vignette. Symbolism with the words of the greatest rock act to ever walk the Earth, mixed with violent imagery due to its association with one of the most gruesome mass murders in history. But fuck it, what's the point.

You may be wondering who I am. I get that, frequently. The world has such a short attention span, doesn't it. If you go away, even for a split second, they forget who you are. And then you have to remind them."

He reaches to his side, pulling a lead pipe closer to him. Doodles in the dirt.

"I could lambaste you with my lyrical lampoons; shock you with my scintillating skills; brag on my bona fide brutality... but what is the point?

What

Is

The

Point?

In a few short years, I may have moved on, be it to greener or browner pastures, and not a single god damn one of you will care. Not because of a lack of talent, but because this society has the attention span of a gnat. You'll move on, and hop on the crotch of whatever pretty new toy you decide to latch your admiration onto.

I could be mad. I could be FURIOUS..."

He let's the scream echo, but regains his composure.

"But what's the point? This is the way the world is, and always will be. Chaos, entropy and all that jazz. I just heard that LeBron James is the greatest basketball player of all time. The lips that slobbered that insult to sports probably believed it. But he forgot about Michael Jordan, Kareem Abdul Jabar, and the countless others to hit the court. And in a few short years, he'll forget about LeBron, because he's now obsessed with Skinny McDunkFuck. That's the way of the world."

He draws another drink , and wipes his chin roughly.

"No one cares about Pantera, Metallica, Led Zepplin, or the Stones. No one concerns themselves with John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Their too stuck on 1D, and taking the D from the music executives that push such trite trash.

So what is the point. What is the fucking point? I could talk to you, and remind you about my previous accomplishments... a literal mountain of gold. But what I do now will be remembered better.

I could bring out the fact that I am the master of mayhem, but the broken bones I leave in my wake will deliver that point better than I ever could.

I could tell you about my favorite food. Pasta Marinara. But that doesn't have anything to do with the price of tea in China, does it?

No. There is no point. The only thing that matters is that chaos

Entropy...

Follow me wherever I go. And I'm here.

At the bottom

And I see you again."

He stands up and reveals the symbol he was drawing. Anarchy.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 5:06 pm by **Bloody Jack**

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO #1

Voice: THE FOLLOWING IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM OMERTA

[We find Zack Crash dressed in his ring attire, standing in the center of a very special room that is adjacent to his Omerta office at the family’s headquarters. The room appears to be a trophy room, or more accurately a shrine of sorts, paying homage to none other than the man who occupies it now. Glass display cases show off replicas of all the different title belts Zack Crash has won over his long career in EAW. Framed pictures of various important events, such as when he won Cash In The Vault, when he became EAW Chairman, and most recently his induction into the Hall Of Fame hang immortalized on the walls along with pictures of many of his favorite opponents over the years. Such pictures include the likes of Diamond Cage, Hades, Xavier Williams, Dark Demon, and of course…Jacob Senn! Zack turns to examine this particular photograph. His gaze lingers there for a prolonged time, a mixture of hatred and respect decorating his features. Finally he turns to address the camera and his approved audience.]

Zack Crash: As Pain For Pride gets closer and closer, I find myself feeling more and more nostalgic for the past. And why wouldn’t I? Think about it. I just went into the Hall Of Fame, so that obviously makes you take a look back at your career so you can realize how much you deserve that honor. But more than even that, I’m feeling nostalgic because I’m about to revisit an old feud. Probably the greatest feud of my entire wrestling career. The feud that not only set my career down its meteoric path, but also did so for the career of my opponent. I’m talking, of course, about my historic feud with Jacob Senn! Those of you who have been in EAW for a while most likely know all about this feud, the reasons for it, and probably know what insults me and Senn are gonna hurl at one another. Hell you’re probably as tired of hearing about it as I am. But when a man comes at you and attacks everything you are and everything you value, there ain’t no other choice but to retaliate. One man starts a war, but it’s always another man who ends up finishing it. And for those of you who are new to this, for those rookies who are witnessing this feud for the first time, well sit back and enjoy the show, cuz it’s about to get real!

Here we are again Senn! Despite the fact that I was hoping to never see your face again, I’m actually glad we’re doing this again. I mean after all, you and I both know there ain’t no better stage for us to settle things than Pain For Pride. And we also know that this feud of ours is one of the biggest and best things that EAW has ever seen! We’ve been in the ring so many times we know each other’s wrestling moves as if they were our own. I know how good you are, and you know how good I am. And that’s really what this feud of ours has always been about right from the very start hasn’t it…who is better than who! Oh you can try to coat it in whatever pretty, fancy terms you want. You can say it’s about justice and crimes committed and all that horseshit, but I prefer to keep it simple. And simply this feud of ours as always been about who is better, you or me! But at that point you gotta wonder then why are we still fighting, because as far as I’m concerned, and apparently as far as EAW is concerned we’ve answered that question a million times over…ME! Of course however, it’s the losers who always wanna keep the fight going. They want to go just one more round, hoping they can take down the winner so they can say “I told you I was better”. Yet they don’t understand by continuing the fight at all, they just prove even more who the better man is. You’ve always been jealous of me Senn. That’s been obvious from day one. You just couldn’t stand the fact that I won Cash In The Vault and became World Champion before you did! You spout whatever excuses you want to use to help you sleep at night, but deep down you know I’m right! You were jealous of me then, and your jealous of me now! I was World Champion before you, and now I went into the Hall Of Fame before you! I was EAW Chairman, now I’m the leader of the greatest stable in history, I keeping getting all this attention and it jus twists your insides into knots doesn’t it? Yet no matter how many times I try to get you out of my life, you keep coming back. You’re persistent I’ll give you that much…either that or you’re secretly gay for me. Despite the impact you’ve had on my life and career Jacob Senn, I’m sad to announce that I’m just not that into you anymore. You’re just not as important to me as you used to be. In fact, you’re not important to me at all.

[Zack reaches out to take down the picture of Jacob Senn he has displayed on his wall. It is a picture of a moment that is most certainly important to both men…the day Jacob Senn became EAW Champion! That was a day that incited many conflicting emotions in Zack Crash. He examines the photo for a moment before suddenly throwing it against the wall, where the glass shatters like an explosion. The picture falls face down to the ground, where Zack leaves it to rot and fade away from his memory.]

I’ve moved on and you’re nothing to me now! But you?! You’re stuck living in the past. You're like an ex-girlfriend who stalks her boyfriend, drives over to his house now and then, asks how he's doing, but pretends they don't care about them anymore. I’m still the driving force in your career. You call me a “cancer” but you’re always the one who keeps coming back for more to try and get that proverbial monkey off your back. Why? Because everything you’ve done to try and sabotage my time in EAW has backfired on you every time! When you tried to discredit my reign as World Heavyweight Champion, all you ended up doing was help get me promoted more! When you kicked me off of Showdown, all that did was put me on the brand where I enjoyed the most success of my career! When you tried to get me fired as chairman, all you accomplished was freeing my hands of the bureaucracy and allowing me to create OMERTA! Do you see the pattern yet Senn? No matter what you do, you can’t beat me! I’ll always find a way around it to rise up better than before. You could even say, in a sense, that you are somewhat directly responsible for my actions that you find so detestable. Because if it weren’t for all that, I wouldn’t have gotten the opportunity to do those things. Now on the other hand, when I beat you…you stay down! I buried you in glass and blood in our last physical encounter, and what happened? You were gone for months! How many times have you put me on the shelf for that long? In fact, how many times have I EVER been on the shelf for that long? ZERO TIMES!!! Just face facts Senn. You just can’t beat me. But being the stubborn ass that you are, you refuse to give up, and to help make yourself feel better you tell yourself and others that this is about making me pay for my supposed “crimes.” You call yourself “The Punisher”! But let’s really examine that shall we. You being a “Punisher” of others crimes, you being a symbol of justice in EAW is absolutely laughable! You being a “Punisher” is like Brock Turner being a sex-ed teacher. Think of all the blood you have on your hands, and you think you can wash away the blood of others?! How can a man who has committed so many of his own crimes hope to cleanse the crimes of another? You kidnapped me like a coward, and not long after assaulted an innocent woman like a scumbag! Even to a guy whose done the things I’ve done that’s low. And do you seriously think my crimes are the only ones being done in EAW? What about all the other injustices being suffered? Why aren’t you defending those Elitists? Where were you then? See the truth is you don’t care about justice, except where it comes to yourself! I wish you could just admit that this has nothing to do with punishment and everything to do with a personal grudge on your part. If you did, I might at least respect you like I used to. Back when all this first started, I at least respected your honesty. But now you don’t even have the decency to do that much! You’re not just lying to me and EAW, but you’re lying to yourself! When you look at yourself in the mirror every morning, who do you even see anymore, cuz when I look at you I don’t see the vicious competitor that I used to see. Now I see a man whose too afraid to even be honest with himself. So I guess I have to be honest for you. You’re no better than I am Jacob Senn! You’re just as selfish and cruel as I am, the only difference is you’re not as successful as I am!

[Zack walks off screen for a moment and returns with what appears to be a replacement photograph. He hangs it on the wall where Senn’s portrait used to be, then allows the camera to focus in on it. This new picture seems to be a group shot of OMERTA and it’s key members, with one slight alteration. Added in via photoshop is Jacob Senn, looking worn, defeated, and bloody at the feet of the most powerful stable in EAW history. Zack turns and smiles evilly.]

This feud of ours has to end Senn. When we last met we swore it would be the end of everything, but once again you refuse to let it die. If this goes on any longer, we’ll just end up destroying each other and EAW as well in a never-ending war. So I guess I’m going to have to finish what you started! And now I’ve finally discovered a way to do just that. This won’t end by a breaking of body or spirit; the only way this can end is if I take away your very identity! Which is exactly what I intend to do! I’m going to hurt you Senn at Pain For Pride. I’m going to hurt you so much, it’ll make your last match look like kid stuff. I was made for matches like this because it’s basically a test of wills, and I have the strongest will of anybody here! I have stuck to my convictions to the end, and I will die before I utter to YOU of all people those words. But you, while you might be tough, you don’t have the mental fortitude I do. And it’s going to be SOOOOOOOO humiliating for you when I make you utter those two simple words, because by uttering it, you will finally be admitting that I always am and always have been better. But the torture doesn’t end there! Afterwards I’m going to strip you down of everything that makes you who you are as an Elitist. I’m going to desensitize you to the point where you’ll be numb mentally and physically. I’m going to turn you into OMERTA’s puppet; doing every little bit of dirty work for our family, and I’m going to enjoy watching your skin crawl while it happens. And the best part of it all is that you won’t be able to do a thing about it! No clever schemes to try and destroy OMERTA from the inside. You will be contractually obligated to obey every single one of my orders! I can see it all now, you standing there in an OMERTA t-shirt, standing quietly behind me, acting like the respectful dog you will soon become. Oh course, in a twisted sense of irony, the only way you’ll be able to get out of this is to go to HRDO and say those same two words again. Either you join the ranks of OMERTA, acting as our personal bitch, or you quit and leave just so you can get away from me. Either way, you’ll be out of my life forever! I think that’s the definition of a win-win situation. So sit down, take a deep breath, and take stock of the future that is ahead of you, because I promise you it isn’t going to be pleasant. Because the future is coming for you Jacob Senn! It’s a destiny you can’t run from or deny any longer because I’m going to beat it into you! When that bell rings, and you finally utter the words “I Quit” the Jacob Senn you and EAW knows will be dead forever, only for a new Jacob Senn to be born in his place!

And I will love the day when that Jacob Senn stands before me, a hand placed over his heart, and he is forced to declare in front of the entirety of EAW…

[Zack places his hand over his heart, mimicking the same gesture he knows Jacob Senn will soon have no choice but to repeat and declares in a loud voice for all to hear what he knows will be his victory cry at Pain For Pride…]

…IN OMERTA WE TRUST!!!

Voice: TRANSMISSION ENDS

[Blackout]

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 3:16 pm by **Lucas Johnson**

Voltage Promo #1 - Teaching the Kid

Man what a fucking joke....I find this super funny! You call yourself The Gate Keepers? The two claim you are the future of the New Breed division and claim you are ready to take down everyone in your path including myself and Nobi last week and you know what happened? You needed J.D. Damon to help you defeat myself and Nobi last week on Voltage. Terry Chambers and Beretta someone better then yourselves to beat someone like me. I was attacked from behind from the former Pure Champion that fell off the face of the earth after Grand Rampage when I threw his ass over the top rope and decides to come back in the match I created? The one match that reminds me of home, the one match that I can think about my aunt and think positive thoughts about, think about my memories from traveling to New York as a kid during my summer vacation and eliminating my bad memories from my middle school days. I wanted to bring back the extreme here at the land of the elite, I wanted to bring back the violence, the barbed wire, the fire, the steel chairs EVERYTHING! But Beretta and Chambers decided to take the easy way out and get Damon to do there dirty work for them. Ever since I defended the Young Lions Cup trophy a couple of weeks ago before Triple Threat I took Nobi by my side and showed him the ropes, giving him pointers here and there to make him a better person, a better wrestler and a better talent that the executives can see. I want to repay the favor for the up and coming talent just like the legends in this business showed me when I first joined the Elite Answers Wrestling roster just like Azumi, Scott Oasis, Xavier Williams, and even Diamond Cage! Nobi was very close to taking me down and throwing me off my throne of being the current holder for the Young Lions Cup trophy but down the line when he learns from the best he will become the best and you can believe that!

Now Luke Reign. Kid you have been trying to make a name for yourself the last couple of months but you couldn't get your feet off of the ground. You decided to change your look but nothing worked, so this week when I was offered by Voltage General Manager to decide my opponent for my second defense of the Young Lions Cup trophy I wanted to give you a sneak peak of what reaching the top of the food chain feels like for a little bit. I want to give you that three minute preview of a movie that doesn't come out for another couple of months, I want you to learn from this experience Luke! This coming Sunday, the Wrestling Machine will teach the up and coming blue chipper that needs a hand of reaching the next level of talent. I mastered my craft at The Ohio State University in amateur wrestling and I am starting to lean and master the craft of professional wrestling waiting to earn that other four victories and cash this beautiful trophy in and earn myself a New Breed Championship match down the line. This is your chance to make your Pain for Pride moment come early, impress me! Make your dreams come true Luke Reign, shock me and make me believe that you could be the one to run this place down the line! I am the wrestling machine that will teach you a valuable lesson this coming Sunday on Voltage and that is learning from rookie mistakes. When I break your arm when I lock that Machine Break in this Sunday don't take it personally just take it as a lesson and shoot from the stars from that point on! Good luck kid, your going to need it!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 2:46 pm by **『zakkii』**

Another video on Haruna's channel coming out as Haruna is there ready to start the vlog.

Haruna Sakazaki: About me deciding to join forces with two nobodies like Piff Fumador and Venom.... many people ask for it. Why them? Why don't you just join forces with Mexican Samurai, the closest man in my life to execute whatever plan on your head. I am a generous person and I tell you why. Why Piff and Venom instead of Samurai? Because Samurai and I are not having a same vision. He doesn't care with the Vixens Division and have something important to do. On the other hand, Piff and Venom demanding the respect from the Vixens division for taking their spot so I just say.... Why don't I use them for my own advantage. They are just too stupid to realized that I am using them. They only care about their mission to destroy the Vixens division and that is something I was looking for. I know, I know both of them are nowhere near the word "good" but at least they do that I want to do, but without using their brains. I actually can do it alone without their help. Do you see my match at Battleground when I easily dominate three Vixens by my own hands? Yes, I have all my power to do this alone but no.... I don't want to do it straightly to the core. I want Piff and Venom to open my path for me and when I already accomplish my plan, I just ditch them because I need them no more. Well, Those two idiots will never betray me as I am executing my mission. If they decided to turned their back on me, that means that they are on the same side with the Vixens, the side that they will never be there. I have strings attached to their each limbs. Yes, They are my puppet.... They are my pawn.... They are my collateral damage. As the Vixens strikes me back, those bakayaro-tachi will be on the front line to fight them and do their version of the "mission" by fighting those women and as for me, I just enjoy looking at them to fight each other as I use this chance to do what I want to do in a first place. Yes, everyone.... that is my reason. The reason of why Piff and Venom are on my side now. Samurai is too precious for me to become my puppet.

Haruna Sakazaki: And well, now talking about my match. Well, Erica.... we meet again. You know exactly who I am and how hard I am to kill, right? Hey, you are the one who tried to bail me out from my path of victory numerous times but look at me now. I am still here, alive and always kicking. This is an example for all the Vixens. No matter how hard you try to stop me, your effort will be futile forever. Just ask Erica Ford about it. I make Erica witness my might as I crush Aurora Rose's head as well as her career and also ending the career of her partner-in-crime when they tried to stop my way, Maria Gonzales right in front of her face. I can do the same to your precious protégé, Azumi Goto. I can actually do it last week If only that idiot Venom didn't interfere and my incompetent partner didn't selfishly trying to end the match on her own. But you know what. I guess my next target is you. I'm gonna end your career just like the fate of Aurora and Maria. I'm gonna kill your career just like what I have done in these past months. Eh... I'm not the one famous by the name "Vixen Killer" but I do that thing too... and you know what, you're next, Erica! I'll see you on Saturday! ZACKYpanda Out~

The outro, as the scene ends.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 2:27 pm by **Nasir Escobar**

Pain For Pride Promo 2

DESPERATION

"When you walk up to opportunities door,

don't knock. Kick that bitch in, smile,

and introduce yourself"

Rex McAllister. I respect you. More specifically, i respect the fact that you kept it straight up with me. You tell me exactly what's on your mind. And you tell The Nas exactly what...he needs to hear. Yous see because as you might already be able to tell, you ARE absolutely right. The Nas does feel that this is a defining career moment. The Nas does feel that this is a make or break moment for him at this stage of his career. The Nas does feel that he has the most to gain, however also the most to lose. Someone like you, Tig, Phoenix, Angelo, Chris, or even Rhaegar can dust yourselves on and move on to the next event. Knowing that you haven't toiled for years watching your peers achieve things you haven't come close to, and the opportunity that you are finally given, you blow it. That is why The Nas is a desperate man. And as you said Rex. Desperate men do desperate things. Hell even Nick Angel can just move on because he's been in this position for so long, no one will be disappointed or think he might not have what it takes anymore, mainly because people said that about Nick years ago. That has not been said for The Nas yet. And if he has it his way, they won't be saying it! Period. Now Rex you must always remember, yes desperate men do desperate things. Sometimes those thing bite you in the ass. However at other times...those things can propel a man straight into the stratospheres of greatness, perhaps even overnight. And as far as your match with Mr. Dedede is concerned, you have pointed out another fact. That being that no matter how it all ends once the bell sounds, the dust is settled, the smoke is clear, all that bs. If I know I gave it my all. If I know I put in everything, then the people will give me the ovation I earned. But if I half ass it like I expect some others in the match to, then The People could care less about how things turn out for me. Rex if you need to know anything about me here are a few. The Nas came into this business to live out his dreams and to make his family proud. The Nas is the type of man to ram straight through obstacles rather than dance around them. And last but also most importantly, The Nas has always had one goal in mind whenever he goes down to The People's ring, and that is to leave everyone with a show and to entertain and captivate all who lay their eyes on him. So whatever and The Nas means what EVER he has to do to become Mr. Cash In The Vault, you can bet your ass it will be done. You know Rex, probably what The Nas is looking forward to the most about this match is getting to prove what he says and will continue to say to EIGHT OTHER GUYS. Hungry guys. Guys who want it just as bad as The Nas. Well not quite, because The Nas not only wants it. It is a necessity. The Nas needs this. He needs it more than you could ever realize. Looking at the EAW Championship match makes him see that. It really opens up the perspective. Not only The Nas former tag partner and tag team champion Aren Mstislav who IS the EAW Champion, but also one of his challengers, Vic Vendetta. The former champ. Two guys that The Nas came up in NEO with two years ago. Now don't get The Nas wrong. He's not saying he should be in a world title match. Far from it. All he is saying is that he wants to prove he should not be left out in discussing who the top tier of talent taking the big money spots in this company are.

The Nas comes out every single night with the intent on wowing the people. Making his family crowd. Making all the guys and gals in the back go "OH DAMN, HE DID IT AGAIN" And making the higher ups look down and say, "this guy is proving he can go toe to toe with all the icons of today. we need to get him in the mix and we need to do it now." I want to leave everyone with the impression that I want it all! If you're not here to be world champion then you can get the hell out right now, because you are wasting people's time and wasting a slot on a roster that so many hungry cats want to be a part of but don't get into. You know why The Nas says that? Do any of you? Well it's because of this. It's because The Nas knows what that is like. He has been in that position before. The Nas tried to break into this company six years ago around this time. That is why The Nas was one of the first people to make comments about Turbo when he first heard the news drop about it's return. I know what it's like to come in when a roster is at the top of it's game and there be no room for you. Then you have to accept that you spent years outside meanwhile there were people on the inside who didn't want it, or didn't deserve it. That feeling sucks. It really does. So I just want to know right now? If none of you want it? Then just let The Nas know, so he knows to whoop your ass at PFP so bad that you won't have to come back and waste anyone else's time. Can y'all do that for The Nas? He would surely appreciate it. Anyways back to the point. Rex, just keep this in mind. I could take the loss from desperation. I could pick up the win because I was desperate. I could lay it all on the line and only win everyone's respect. Or I could lay it all on the line and have me a fancy little briefcase too. Unfortunately, there is the idea that I could use my desperation, leave it all out there, and still come up short. That would be the pits. LASTLY However...and if there is a planned pick for me, this one would be it. Lastly Rex, I could be as desperate as I want doing all sorts of crazy shit you'd never see outside of Pain For Pride and outside of the Cash In The Vault ladder match, I could also go one hundred and ten percent and give ALL EIGHT OF YOU every ounce of blood, sweat, and energy with my body, AND FINALLY...THE NAS COULD BE REWARDED FOR HIS EFFORTS...WITH THE CASH IN THE VAULT BRIEFCASE! Then again...that's only a plan. It remains to be seen how it plays out. Anything could happen, it's all a gamble huh? The only thing I can do...is be able and willing to do anything for the big prize.

Now allow The Nas for a moment to address what he will be doing in a couple days. The Nas has been invited to Nick Angel's tour bus. And Phoenix Winterborn will be joining The Illmatic One. The Nas is worried about one thing. And no it's not if this is a damn setup or not. If Nick tries some bullshit, then The Nas will just beat that ass just like last week per the norm and move on about his business and about his day. No no no...what has The People's Choice on edge is this...how bad will Nick Angel's tour bus smell? How dirty will it be? What kind of ridiculous shit will we find in it? And...The Nas can only assume a broke ass man who has never won anything in his life such as Nick can only afford to live in this thing and not an apartment or house, just how the hell does he manage that? Just talking about Nick Angel is putting The Nas to sleep and he is very confident that it is doing the exact same to all of you. So allow Almighty Nastradamus to put all of you out of your misery now. Nick Angel, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT TO TELL US ON YOUR JABRONI TOUR BUS! The only thing that matters is come Pain For Pride, in front of all The Nas' fans...he do exactly what he does best and that is beat that monkey ass ALL OVER SOUTH BEACH! Phoenix...anytime you want a match with The Next Gawd, just name the time and place, and The Nas will meet you there, you bring your roody poo candy ass...and The Nas will bring the greatest ass whoopin you've ever experienced in your short short, rather eventful, yet very short career! The Nas doesn't give a damn what either of you have to say...just as long as you bring your A Game come Cash In The Vault time, it doesn't make a damn. The Nas makin both of your monkey asses famous AGAIN! That's what's going to happen on that day. Whether it be Day One. Day Two. Or Day Three. The one constant is this. The Nas takin his fist and smackin it across every single one of your faces. This includes Tig Kelly, Chris Elite, Angelo, Rhaegar, Rex, and whoever wins that final spot from showdown as well. The one constant is no matter how the match plays out, this is how things are goin down. The Nas whoopin ass and makin jabronies famous. One by damn one by damn one by damn one! IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.....WHAT THE NAS....IS COOKIN!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 9:04 am by **Rex32**

Pain For Pride Promo # 1

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fall again. Fall better.

This is it. So here I am. On my way to Pain For Pride 9 in Miami, about to compete in the annual Cash In The Vault match. A match that, for the most part, vaults careers to the next level. Needless to say, but yes, I am happy to be here. I'm happy about what I've been able to accomplish just to get here. Though, if I'm going to be perfectly honest here. I realize I have not really accomplished much of anything yet since I've been here. No amount of small victories on Showdown have even come close to preparing me this match. Before my qualifying match, i had mentioned how I'm not battle-tested yet. If anyone else in this match thinks they truly are and have been battle-tested, then they are flat out lying to themselves. Plain and simple. Eight months ago, when I arrived here, I came here with the thought that things were going to be easier for me than they have been. It took a while to gain my footing. It's been a constant struggle just to get here to where I am at now. I look at a lot of the other participants in this match, and honestly I can't see where at any point they had to persevere through as much as I have just to be here in Miami competing for a chance to change the direction of my career. To start making some serious noise. Odds are I am a long shot to win this thing. I'm last year's Pizza Boy basically. Haven't done a lot, but just enough to get the recognition. The difference though between me and Pizza Boy is my confidence and resolve are so much better than his was last year around this time, and also unlike Pizza Boy, I'm no hopeful, and i am going to be a handful. Trust me. I'm not a pessimist. I'm not thinking hopefully I can hold my own. Hopefully I don't get beaten up too bad. Hopefully I survive. No. That's not my disposition right now. Mine is one of calmness. My thoughts are my own. I feel very liberal at the moment about this experience. You see, all the rest of you, you'll cling to those expectations you've either placed upon yourself, or that others have. Me? I'm still hovering just below the radar, the way I like it. Nobody expects much from me, but that will soon change.

Cash In The Vault. The match that finally catapulted guys like Zack Crash, Xavier Williams, Hurricane Hawk. Guys that were destined for greatness, that were ambitious enough, and tenacious enough to grasp onto the things they always felt was rightfully theirs. For all intensive purposes their respective careers seemed to actually take flight the moment they ascended up that ladder for the very final time in their respective matches and unhooked that briefcase, and with it took hold of their careers and never looked back. Especially when speaking of Crash and Williams. Now look at them? Both will be officially getting their names immortalized and inshrined in the Hall Of Fame this year.

Do you think they saw themselves as hopefuls?

This match does have its fair share of hopefuls, now doesn’t it? You got your hopefuls like Chris Elite of course. Chris, he believes he has come a long ways to be here. Indeed Chris, you have. Though if you look at Chris' history here, then you know that while history can sometimes be subjective? There is a contrasting difference between being here for years and being in and out of the company over many years. Care to share there, Mr. Platinum? Chris for a long time you were simply everybody else's reason for feeling good about their own lives. Back then you would sit back for a minute...minute-in-half maybe, and talk. Talk about your match, your opponent briefly, but that was it. No enthusiasm or raw emotion showing you actually gave a shit about your job. No substance. You see while you will envelope all your ambition and confidence behind your words nowadays, those words are filled with nothing but emptiness in a match of this kind of magnitude. Empty pitch, empty promises. They hold no weight, and your words will continue to hold no weight. They will crumble to dust, ash... nothingness until you start evolving even more Chris, just like I tried to explain to your prideful ass before i beat you on Battleground over two weeks ago. You’re grasping at straws Chris. I've surpassed you on Showdown and soon you won't have any other choice but to acknowledge that claim I make when I unhook that briefcase and win at Pain For Pride[size=48]. [/size]

Speaking of Showdown, that brings me to another of the hopefuls from the Blue Brand. Lioncross. Now Lioncross, honestly he's been a good talent to showcase on Showdown. I've actually managed to find myself catching a match or two of his here and there from time to time. One being his battle on the Super show last year against none other than the legendary Heart Break Boy, a match that ranked high on my list of really good matches that I witnessed backstage just mere hours after signing my contract here. I mean the ink wasn't even dry yet. He's beaten upper mid-card guys like Mexican Samurai, and I can remember all the way back at Reasonable Doubt when he wrestled the tag team champions at the time, Drake & Jones BY HIMSELF and nearly won. Yeah, he’s looked like a near top flight talent. Unfortunately though his tenure here can be seen as nothing better than tumultuous. To be fair, honestly, James Shields is a horrible General Manager. I can also honestly say that my last few months have been right on par with Lioncross' eight months total here in EAW. He's probably the one guy that's been shafted more than yours truly. Lion's determination and tenacity, I have to say will be interesting to tangle with, but as the number one dark horse on Showdown i dont think Lioncross nor anyone else in the match fully understands what the epitome of determination and tenacity looks like. I look forward to showing everybody what i am talking about and finally locking horns with Lion at Pain For Pride.

Being in this match, like I've touched on already, is truly a treat. It reassures my own braintrust just how much I've progressed in just a short amount of time. Having to EARN my spot to be here by qualifying reassures me that I belong here in this match. I wasn't given anything. In fact, if you look at the other guys that had to EARN their spots by qualifying from my Brand and Dynasty, you'll see that they belong here too.

Dynasty’s roster is filled with a whole assortment of characters. The representatives from that Brand are formidable enough to pose a challenge. First, you have Rhaeger. He's being mentored by Padrone Orthaeus. Now, I don't know what to feel actually for the so-called Spartan Assailant, except disappointment. I'm not one for apathy, but for the most part this year Rhaeger, that seems to exemplify your efforts this year. Gotta applaud him though for finally getting a win recently, but he has a lot to figure out. Somewhere along the way you lost something that made you whole. If your head is not in it anymore then your wasting everyone's time, not just Padrone's. I'm not empathetic to your situation. With that said, you are of very little concern or threat to me in achieving my goal.

Then we got Angelo Brando, a supremely confident individual, who has all but guaranteed that he is going to win the CITV match. Well Angelo, I guess you sure as hell better get the job done or face never-ending backlash and scrutiny for making such outlandish claims. All that glitters is not gold Angelo. You've been here longer than me, and yet, you've done nothing. Your not unique. There are plenty of guys just like you all over this landscape. Your as transparent as Franchise Demon is Lucas Johnson. You're hardly a threat to anyone else in this match. Braggadocious as you may be of the ability you possess, you’re just like the rest of us. Your a hopeful. Your inward way of thinking will be your undoing. I guarantee that!

Fighters fight. Right Tig? If you stand and fight, then it doesn't matter if you win or lose. At least that's what a typical fighter will believe in his heart. That's why you, Lucian, and Senn will continue to wage war with Omerta'. That's why you are here Tig. You win CITV, and you get another shot at Scott Oasis, another shot at Redemption against him. Hell, it could end up being Lucian even. With Tig though, it's been proven time and again that when the chips are at there highest, he hasn't been able to prove he can get it done. His National Elite Championship loss to Pizza Boy proved that. Your only attempt to dethrone Oasis at Grand Rampage, even after Senn got rid of Crash, didn't work out for you. How are we supposed to believe this match should provide us with something different?

A few moments ago I had briefly touched on the subject of Dynasty and Showdown participants in this match EARNING their spots. HRDO apparently had other ideas when it came to who he felt should represent his product there on Voltage. Voltage has seen it's main attractions return lately, and it's certainly gonna bring about more classic wars to add to the chapters of those men. I'm talking about of course guys like Tyler Parker, Devan Dubian, and Hades The Hellraiser.

That brings me to you Phoenix Winterborn. Now, Phoenix I know you have been given plenty of opportunities to show the EAW brass that you can be something great, and certainly I don't think that can be ignored. However, if everyone else has been paying attention, which that's almost a given, or else Phoenix wouldn't be getting booked and pushed so heavily like he has, but even with all these opportunities he's received, he hasn't cashed in...so-to-speak. He hasn't won a lot of his matches to this point. Not since before Grand Rampage. Impact in a way was right about Phoenix when he stated succinctly that all he's really done is feel the void in a tight situation. Think about it Phoenix? He has been simply the byproduct, he has been the biggest benefactor that came from the absence of three hall of famers in Dub, Parker, and Hades. You keep clinging to the future Phoenix, cause this is my time to shine.

Nick Angel, a lost soul, but yet nonetheless, a hopeful. The biggest hopeful of them all. Nick, he has been here a long damn time, and has yet to fulfill any of the promise that he came to the land of Elite with, even back in the extreme days. Nick has been nothing more than a perpetual failed experiment that has never been able to reach out and take the brass ring. The man has been in several tournaments with a chance to win world titles, and he hasn't gotten it done. Even in my short short tenure here Nick has failed to convince anyone that he has what it takes to win the big one, or at least pull off an upset or two here and there. He's certainly had his chances too. Fighting Spirit 2, Gold Rush tournament, even taking on Mr. DEDEDE a couple months back. Even in having been given those opportunities to succeed, he has dropped the ball. Then he bitches when he gets overlooked. It's no wonder Nick hasn't just called it quits yet, but obviously he won't get any closer than this after Pain For Pride should he fail again. To the loser goes the spoils, right Nick?

That leaves just The Nas. The reigning rising star of the week. I was able to catch, at least, a glimpse of what this man is capable of when I caught an episode of the latest Voltage from this past week. The young stud can go in that ring. He's got all the tools at this point, but unfortunately for him, so do I. Nas has only been back a short time, and yet something in his words give off the resounding sound of...desparation. You know Nas, desperate people can do desparate things sometimes. Things that can be out of character, and i sense that might be your undoing this week. Oh, yes. Your a hopeful too I'm a afraid. Nas, let me tell you something about your hero Mr. DEDEDE. In our war of words he was right about a few things. One thing that sticks out to me like a sore thumb is this. He told me that even in a losing effort at Rampage he made sure he went out giving it his all, but made sure that he didn’t let that loss define him, he didn’t whine about it like Nick Angel. He rectified his loss by making sure he left nothing on the table. He's a smart man. That's what you need to do at CITV, what you can expect I will do even if I don't succeed at achieving my ultimate goal.

Unfortunately for you all though, even as just a mere rookie, i show up and I leave an unmistakable impression. You don't know me, barely. Like a Tsunami, nowadays, I show hard and I do so in a series of waves.

The waves form bigger waves..and bigger...

Week after week the challenges get stiffer, but if you were to ask me now and in the future what I want more of? I would tell you straight up that I want to face guys like Jamie O’Hara, like Ares Vendetta, like Impact every fricken week! Why??? Simple. I know how very good I am, and I know what is absolutely necessary to get the job done week in and week out. Plus, I want to get better and evolve more and more. I am far from a finished product. The future is something that will have to wait.

Or is it...

This match is a grind it out type match, even with so many contrasting styles involved. It doesn’t matter how many times I have to absorb stiff shots to my body with any assortment of weaponry that is brought into play. I don't care how many times I come crashing down to the mat from five feet up, ten feet up, or all the way from the top, or how much blood my body has to lose. Destiny's doors will open up and accept the sacrifices that this Elitist is willing to make along with the risks he is going to take just to grasp onto not only that briefcase, but MY career. Things that I want.

Believe in Carp - diem.

This Elitist won't be deterred. My heart? That's unbreakable. My will? That's unshakeable. My tenacity? Never-ending. If I must go through hell to grasp onto what I feel is rightfully mine, then so be it, you can bet I'm gonna keep going.

DEAL WITH IT

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 1:17 am by **Victor Maero**

Impressions... Again.

Maero stands in the center of a wrestling ring wearing a suit. Maero cracks his knuckles and stretches his neck.

Maero: “Well hello again. Doing these generic promos seems to get me nowhere, but sometimes it’s nice to take a break from all the death and stuff. So, let’s jump straight in shall we?”

Maero chuckles and puffs out his chest.

Maero: “Well hello there sir. I'm the existential fuckwit Luke Reign. I call little children cunts and go through phases like a teenage girl on steroids. I’ve won maybe two matches and have lost to Maero before. Not that that matters as I am the best fucking human in the whole world. I also do not have a micro penis as some have claimed. Allow me to repeat that, I do NOT have a micropenis. I’m VERY well endowed as my family of clowns can testify. But of course I’m just guessing that I still have them. Which I doubt to be honest as I can’t decide who the dicks I am.”

Maero returns to his normal posture and puts his head in his hands. When he looks up tears are running down his face and his eyes are red. He shakily laughs with a huge smile on his face.

Maero: “You-”

Maero bursts out laughing. He collects himself and continues.

Maero: “I REALLY hope you don’t think you can win. Because I’ve beaten you before and you have no clue what the word continuity means. Just collect yourself for once, have some substance. Once you figure out who the shit you are maybe I’ll respect you. Not that respect means a thing to you, if it did you wouldn’t be such a fucking moist towlet. You’re not on the same level as ANYONE that’s going to be in that ring on Saturday. Even Piff is better than you. Speaking of Piff.”

Maero pulls a package of candy cigarettes from his pocket and sticks one in his mouth.

Maero: “Piff deserves everything handed to him on a silver platter! Piff is losing brain cells here, and he doesn’t have much time to be as smart as he currently are. Piff has failed everyone and should be given another chance to make a dope ass vape cloud in my opponent's general direction.”

Maero grabs the candy from his mouth and snaps it in half. He tosses it behind him as anger seeps into his voice.

Maero: “Alright, Piff. We have some genuine history, just like Luke Reign and I. You beat me once, I thought: whatever, he deserved it, he’s good. I went for the New Breed Title, then you got it. Once again: He deserved it. But NO! You fucking lost it on YOUR FIRST DEFENCE!”

Maero walks in a circle, his knuckles start turning white from his fist clenching.

Maero: “I usually don’t disrespect people, maybe it’s these free-for-alls that are making me do it so much recently. But you, YOU! You lost the title that should have been mine on your first defence. You’re pitiful. You’re a stoner, WOAH! I don’t give a fuck. What you do on the outside has nothing to do with me. But what you do in this ring is MY BUSINESS! AND YOU’RE DEFACING THAT! You didn’t even deserve that title when you had it.”

Maero runs his hands through his hair and slowly calms himself down. Then he gestures for Oz to run into the ring. The boy runs on holding a squirt bottle with red dye in it. Maero squats down and Oz sprays his face with the dye until it is completely red. Some gets on Maero’s hair and clothes. Oz runs out of the wring. Maero puts on a gruff Batman-esk voice.

Maero: “I'm godfall. I'm soooooooo spooky, I’m here to change things and be different! Just like everyone else. I mean, at least I get that other people deserve the love of the crowd more than me. Don’t you know, even gods have a downfall…. HAHAHA!!! Get it? Because I’m… nevermind...”

Maero coughs and sputters. He speaks, sounding out of breath.

Maero: “Oz… get me some water!”

Oz runs on with a glass of water and a towel. Maero takes a drink and dries his face. The red dye comes off with ease but the tips of his hair remain red. Maero pulls some of his hair in front of his eyes and shrugs.

Maero: “Don’t worry Godfall, only you wear a mask.”

Maero holds up his phone, on it is a picture of Maero and Oz wearing their plague doctor’s masks. He swipes to the right showing a picture of them wearing regular doctors masks. He swipes again showing the children of the Sanatorium wearing their porcelain doll masks. He pockets his phone.

Maero: “Even Piff wears a mask! At least he’s a genuine luchadore instead of some red-power-ranger wanna be! Do you wear your mask because you have the guts to or because you don’t want anyone to know who you are? Because I don’t really understand. I respect luchadores, I do. But that’s not what you are, you’re just a spandex wearing backyard wrestler. You and I both have a mask, the difference mine comes off. I actually show my face to the world. My mask is a part of who I am, not the be all end all.”

Maero removes a Sharpie from his pocket and scribbles on his arms. He then pufs out his chest and speaks with a childish lilt.

Maero: “I’m Terry Chambers and I’m craaaazy. I’m super cereal. I’m so crazy and random. I said the word ‘hell’ once! My mom made me put twenty five cents in the swear jar though… so I don’t swear anymore… But I can say the word ‘crap’! Which makes me sound extra crazy! Crap crap crap crap crap! I’m so RaNdoMMM!!!! The cake is a lie! PEWDIEPIE IS LORD!”

Maero returns to his normal posture.

Maero: “So when I was watching one of your previous pormos I learned that Beretta was still around. I got super excited, we feuded once and I have a lot of admiration for the guy. If THAT is what I got from you talking there's something wrong. I also hear you’re insane and also “Only talk when you want to!” WHO DOESN’T TALK WHEN THEY WANT TO? Other than people with tourettes… did you have tourettes? Is that what made you insane? Anyway…”

Oz runs into the ring with a wet rag, he wipes at Maero’s arms making some of the markings go away. A few pen strokes stay behind as Oz eventually gives up and runs out of the ring.

Maero: “Alright, Sage Condit…. Next!”

Maero shakes his head and chuckles slightly.

Maero: “Lioncross… you’re really something else. You’re a real threat here and you know it. You’re a real contender here, but I’m going to beat you. At this point I don’t have any respect, I think I deserve at least a little bit. So, if collecting the bounty on your head is what I need to do to get some heads turning in my direction, so be it.”

Maero calmly removes a scalpel from his jacket and begins spinning it between his fingers.

Maero: “I respect you Lioncross, don’t betray that. But know that I won’t be trying to beat you, I WILL beat you. Just like I’ve done to so many others. This is my first visit to Showdown since actually being hired on this show, I’m not going to waste it by getting beaten in a battle royal. I don’t back down. I will make sure to show you just how great the feeling of fear, the knowledge that in this moment you are alive, and the taste of blood in your mouth can be. Let me show you…”

Maero closes his eyes and the camera quickly zooms to his face. Maero opens his eyes and smiles.

Maero: “Life.”

The scene goes black.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 24th 2016, 12:16 am by **Rhyse**

ON LUCHADOR DREAMS AND LIFE CYCLES - VOLTAGE I

Rhyse is seen taking a walk down the streets of Compton, LA -- particularly, this happens to be the street in which it all began, the neighborhood in which he grew up in.

Sure. I lost a match to Nathan Fiora two weeks ago, but that doesn't stop me from pursuing my dream. My dream, was to become a luchador, like the ones I used to idolize as a 'lil niño. But this, this is Compton, man. My beautiful Cali may be the Golden State, but this is just one of those places where the sun don't shine. That influenced me a lot, y'know. The gloominess, the dead bodies, the "you'll-go-nowhere-in-life"s; all of it. I was surrounded by a cold, dark, heartless world. I promised my poor mami and papa that I'd never give into it, but yet someway, somehow, I did. They didn't like it. My parents, they kicked me out of the house, and I had to live out in these streets. The rest, well, you know how it goes, right?

Rhyse then proceeds to sit down on an old porch step of an abandoned house. He looks around this house as if he's reminiscing. Surely enough, this the house in which he spended most of his childhood.

My biggest struggle was of course my morality. Do I turn my life around and ask my parents for forgiveness? Do I sell my soul to the corrupt streets? To this day, this is still my inner struggle. You see, when Raymundo Rhyse started becoming a feared name within Compton, a sudden memory hit me. I remember when I was 8 years old, sitting down on a dirty, worn out couch with my papa; we were watching an old school Lucha Libre tape on a static-y T.V. At the time, this was all I ever wanted. I turned to my papa and I was like, "Papa, I want to be one of those. Yo quero ser un luchador!" My dad, he would always let me pursue my dreams, that is, y'know, until I got busted for dealin' dope. Anyways, my dad told me something that still echoes in my head to this day. He said: "Mijo, you put your time into something you love, and become successful at it. Then, you can accomplish anything in life." This became one of my many creeds. Although my parents may think I dishonored them, I still honor them from afar.

Here's a theory I had in my mind: life so far feels like it's a continuous cycle-- one that starts with struggles and failures, and ends in fame and success. And if this theory on my life is true, I'll do this with my career in EAW. It'll start out dark, cold, and heartless. And at my prime, it'll be one huge party-- a celebration if you would-- of Mr. Rhyse's success.

Rhyse gives a smirk to the camera. The scene fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2016, 11:40 pm by **Tig Kelly**

Don't call it a comeback folks!!! Seriously...you can't have a comeback if no one ever cared that you left in the first place. Angelo I laugh every time you claim that you're "back to reclaim" literally anything and I'm sure the people behind the Mafia Kick Nation do as well knowing what your history was. You didn't claim anything but a reason to leave and come back with an identity crisis and you certainly didn't bring enough buzz with you the first time to be any sort of royalty. Did you think that coming back brooding over being left with no parents was going to turn you into Batman or something because you came out the exact opposite. Listen up Angelo Gotho, I want you to hear your past first hand and know what you've been gifted recently. When you got here you had so much steam behind you with this rich kid who could have had all the training money could buy thing and racked up some weak wins against guys like Mark Michaels, kudos for that. But then where did all of that go? You lost to me, then you lost in matches so irrelevant that I wouldn't even take the booking, then you just sort of disappeared....This is a man who if I recall had a shot to make it to a title shot, a chance to showcase his talents against me before and make himself a star, and a man who had all the media coverage in the world. YOU FUCKING FELL OFF THE PLANET WITH MORE COVERAGE THAN THE 2012-2013 SEATTLE SEAHAWKS DEFENSE!!!!!?????

Cmon now orphan boy, you have to be able to add it up now. You've been awarded the chance to be in the ring with me once even though you've been nothing but a waste of roster space. I know I know, people will say its really twice but I'm not too fond of this "comeback" bullshit I have to deal with from you after having such high profile matches with real stars so I don't plan to let you past tomorrow night without severe injuries. Get ready to watch from your hospital bed at Pain For Pride because this week on Dynasty its THE MAFIA KICK versus.....I have no clue if you even have a finisher, do you win matches? Its THE ENDER versus....a homeless orphan, seriously who is the sick bastard back there that booked that murder. Its TIG KELLY versus....no one gives a damn. Its time to roll into Pain For Pride week with a fresh murder on my rap sheet, a Mafia Kick Nation shirt on, and a fresh suit to go over top of it because I'm about to get the Cash In The Vault briefcase to match that business shit.

Enjoy your time in the spotlight, although I know any time in the light is a painful time for you goth fucks....

Bad Encounter June 23rd 2016, 11:10 pm by **Wolverina**

OOC: Autumn and I collaborated on the first part of this so we had each other's permission

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DYNASTY PROMO

Dynasty comes back on the air from the seemingly endless string of commercials and the camera is fixed upon the countenances of Stew-O and Matt Ryder.

Stew-O: "Welcome back to Dynasty, fans. As we all know, this place is full of surprises, both good and bad. Am I right, Matt?"

Mat Ryder: " Oh absolutely. Newly signed Vixen, Wolverina, found that out recently when EAW announced the opening of her Combat Sports Center gym."

Stew-O: "Exactly. And things didn't go as planned. News and video sniplets have already made some rounds on the internet but let us show you what transpired."

Both men shake their head as though ashamed.

The Dynasty Tron flickers to life with the words "two days ago" written across it then leads into the video feed...

Standing inside the wrestling ring of the newly opened Combat Sports Gym, Wolverina smiles at the sea of happy faces looking upon her. The gym was her idea. She signed her EAW contract but made sure the gym option was met before she'd start competing. Clever girl. With a broad, heavily dimpled grin swimming across her friendly features, Wolfie scans the gym as a whole. She takes in the scene at the MMA section complete with octagon and fitness equipment. Her oceanic sea blue eyes trace over to the boxing section where she sees plenty of teens and young adults hammering away at bags and sparring inside the ring.

She continues to scan, taking note of the weight lifting and cross fit area, the pool, and the wrestling areas. Then, once again, her eyes rest upon the kids and teens huddled around the ring. On this day she is clad in her ring attire consisting of black and white singlet with the American flag across the chest, black boots, black elbow pads, and black knee pads.

"Thank you all for coming out here today. It has taken me a year and several legal battles to not only become a competitor in EAW but also to get this gym properly licensed. It is my hope that instead of drugs and crimes and endless staring into your phones you will lift your head up high, focus, and become active.... positively active. Speaking of being active, you are probably wondering why I have my ring gear on. Well, as you may or may not know, I never do things half ass. If I'm asking you to be active I'm going to be right there beside you. So here's the deal, starting right now I will invite you ladies and gents into this ring one by one for some one on one sparring/training for 3 minutes each. I know it is not a lot of time but I honestly did not expect this huge of a turnout today. EAW's PR is on point, huh? So let's begin shall we?"

Wolverina picks out a 12 year old girl and invites her into the ring and begins. Meanwhile, the older boys in the crowd are already plotting how they are going to "accidentally" touch her boobs or butt. A few of the people standing around the ring begin to murmur and turn their heads as a new figure emerges from the crowd, heads taller than most of them there. Her arms are crossed over her chest and her dark eyes are surveying the action going on in the ring with a small smirk on her face, as if she's entertained by this whole little 'camp' being thrown by Wolfie.

"You know, I feel like I'm in a grade school wrestling match with all of these kids around. You couldn't find anyone else more your speed to spar with? Give me a break."

Autumn turns to the crowd gathered around the ring, her smile growing.

Autumn: "How about I show you kiddies how to really fight? So you don't have to watch this junk in the ring anymore."

Wolfie snaps her head up and looks over when the woman makes herself known. Trapped in a armbar that she'd just taught the 12 year old girl, Wolverina perks a vexed brow at the unceremonious intrusion and slowly removes her arm from the girl's grip and nods for her to exit, giving her a quick "good job" before she scampers off looking a little scared. The Paragon of Power stands up and moves to the ropes, her eyes flexed with confusion at first, then a little anger. She could tell the woman was bad news, but when she offered to show the kids how to really fight, Wolverina knew that had trouble written all over it and swiftly interjects

Wolverina: "Excuse me, excuse me... everyone. Calm down. I'd like you all to meet what's her face from nobody cares."

After pointing to the rude woman, she smirks right back at her then addresses her adoring peoples who feel a little more comfortable now.

"I jest, I jest. This is Autumn Raven from EAW. I was hoping they would send some folks from their roster down here, but I am pretty sure you weren't summoned by them to be here, huh Autumn? Let me guess.... You found out that Bill Bob has a good deal on his double wides down the road and you just had to check it out but inadvertently happened upon all the banners and hoopla around here and had to check it out, right?"

Wolverina props her forearms on the top rope and left foot on the bottom one, she is a picture of confidence and poise.

Wolverina: "Hmm.. good thing you showed up actually, since apparently I have nobody 'my speed' to spar with. Right? Care to show us your moves? Learn us of your ways mistress master.."

Wolfie was making a mockery out of her now. Autumn rolls her eyes a little, stepping a little closer to the ring and staring up into the face of Wolfie. She wasn't one to be easily intimidated by someone like her, and she wasn't going to let this chick run her mouth in front of a bunch of kids.

Autumn: "You're damn right I wasn't summoned by EAW to be here. I came all by myself like a big girl. I had to see what all of the fuss was about, you know, with the goofy banners and everything. I come in, and I see this in the middle of the ring."

Autumn motions with one hand towards the ring and the kids still gathered there.

Autumn: "Well since you're offering, I think I'll take you up on that offer. I'm always looking for a chance to show off what I'm all about, scare the masses, that type of deal. Maybe after this, you'll remember me a bit better."

Wolverina smiles politely and motions for the kids to all back up and out of the ring, and they obey. Turning back to the intruder, the People's Princess nods respectfully to her though perhaps she doesn't deserve it, then looks to the crowd.

Wolverina: "Kids, one of the best lessons ever learned is manners. Even when you have a foe that is rude as this little popcorn fart right here, extend proper courtesy to them to show you are not sinking to their level. As seen here.."

With that, Wolfie sits on the middle rope and lifts up the top one, holding them open for her sparring partner. Confident and proud, she smiles again at her and waves a motioning hand for her to enter the squared hell.

Wolverina: "Figured you may need a little help getting in, you know, since it seems like you're the type who could fall for no particular reason."

Wolfie exchanges a smirk with her. Autumn flashes her a sarcastic smirk back, showing that she wasn't too impressed with her grade-school insults before she climbed up onto the edge of the ring and slipped through the opening in the ropes, keeping her eyes on Wolverina the whole time until she was fully in, moving to the middle of the ring to wait.

Autumn: "Nah, I don't need no one's help for anything. I ain't fallin' any time soon. Can't say the same for you though."

Wolverina gives her yet another nod.

Wolverina: "We shall soon see."

After circling each other and sizing the other up, they plow forward with arms out before them and engage in a elbow-collar-tie up. Wolfie quickly transitions behind her and secures a waistlock. Her attempt to follow it up with a lift and slam is thwarted by Autumn swiftly and wisely blocking with her leg. Wolfie counters by quickly letting go, dropping to the mat and rolling her up into a surprise pinning predicament.

Wolverina: "One.. two.."

Autumn manages to squirm free and both reset to their respective vertical positions. The People's Princess looks to the crowd for a moment.

Wolverina: "That was another lesson folks. This girl is smart. She used her leg to block me. However, she figured I'd try to use my power to over ride her, but I didn't. I caught her off guard with a roll up. Always always always have a primary and secondary maneuver in play when you engage."

She returns her gaze to Autumn and the two circle again before shuffling forward to another tie up. Autumn wormed her way out of the tie-up and grabbed Wolverina by the wrist, flinging her into the ring post hard before following up with a splash into the corner, watching the girl grimace in pain and fall down. She grinned and grabbed her by the hair, hauling her up and repeating the same thing over, except for the splash, she reared her hand back and chopped her across the chest. The flurry had come so fast it gave Wolverina no time to react or even think for that matter. Then the blistering chop across the chest was followed by another and another and another. Each one felt like a sledgehammer; it was amazing how much power could be generated by the smaller woman. Soon her chest was red and welting and she knew she had to get out of the corner.

She bided her time and when Autumn reached back for a big winding chop Wolverina grabbed her by both sides of the face and switched positions, trapping Autumn in the corner instead. She sent a huge tomahawk chop thundering toward the rude woman's brain case but the slippery little lady dropped to a seated position which caused the innocent padded buckle to take the brunt of the blow in her stead.  Autumn used speed to finagle her way through the People's Princess's parted legs and popped up to stand behind her, having just enough time to drill her between the shoulder blades with a high angle Dropkick. The force sent Wolfie chest first into the buckles and a moment later she stumbled out, turning toward the last known whereabouts of her foe. The crowd around the ring were starting to clap for Wolverina to get that girl and ring her neck.

Autumn could hear it, the crowd getting riled up, clapping obviously for Wolverina to take her out. She only stood there, waiting and watching Wolverina slowly spin around, getting her bearings about her, eyes focusing in on Autumn finally who just smirked, quickly rushing forward and giving her a vicious clothesline, watching her tumble end over end. She fell on top of her, flipping her over and laying into her with fists, yelling each time she did it.

Autumn: "When...you fight me...you are fighting for your life. And one other thing too..."

She didn't let up, didn't let her get a breath in, and quickly put her in a Anaconda Vice hold, pulling back as much as she could just so she could hear her scream. And scream she did. The world was swirling around her. The onslaught was a blistering one and seemed to have no cease in sight. As Wolfie wailed in her peril, she could taste the copperish metallic twinge on her tongue, an indication that one of Autumn's many, many mounted punches that broke through her forearm blocks had hit the sweet spot on the nose or lips, possibly both.  Wolverina endured the punishing hold and, on instinct, began to use her advantage in strength to scoot toward the ropes, where after much resistance from her nemesis she was able to grasp the bottom one. However, Autumn didn't let go. 10 seconds later... 20 seconds later.. still locked in.

Wolverina: "I... (panting).. got ro (screams and whimpers) pes... got...bre...ak... ho...old"

Autumn wasn't going to let go. This wasn't a sanctioned match. No ref. Her haunting words declaring Wolverina would have to fight for her life started to play in the Paragon of Power's head, sending a shiver of terror up her spine. She knew she had to get out of this hold by any means necessary. Armed with this knowledge, the People's Princess surged and slid her free hand up and across Autumn's eyes, digging into the whites of them sickeningly. It worked. The tactic went against everything she stood for but sometimes things like that had to be done.  Autumn yowled and released the hold but the damage had been done. Wolverina couldn't capitalize. She was reduced to clutching her hurt parts while bravely climbing back to her vertical base where a now more pissed off than before and utterly relentless Raven was stalking again.

Autumn: "One more thing, I don't play nice with my toys."

Autumn shrugged lightly, as if the sight of her wincing in pain, a small drop of blood leaking out of her wounds didn't bother her at all. She continued to stalk and circle around Wolverina, lifting her hands and flexing her fingers as if she expected to lock up with the other woman. If she rushed in for another assault, this one wasn't getting back up again. Most likely they were going to have to haul her out on a stretcher to the hospital. That idea pleased Autumn to no end. She knew they were due in for a match fairly soon, and if she couldn't make it, that meant an easy win and entry into the battle royal without much fuss. So without warning, Autumn rushed forward, not giving Wolverina time to react as she kicked her in the stomach and grabbed her head, holding her there.

Autumn: "Gonna fight back, or am I gonna have to send you to the hospital? You ain't lookin' so good kid. Either fight back, or I will end you."

Wolverina saw the kick coming and tried to twist to the left to avoid it. Sadly the blow landed with murderous resolve flush on her liver. It was a devastating strike. Probably not even where the Beautiful Psychopath was aiming. It did the damage though, in fact a lot more than what Autumn even bargained for. Wolfie's knees folded inward, knocking against themselves. Next her legs betrayed her, felling her onto her knees. Her head was caught in the fleshly noose of Autumn's. It doesn't matter how big, tough, strong or badass you are, any professional fighter will testify that a liver shot renders you stunned and essentially useless for a bit. Wolverina could now join that list. She couldn't hear or think or even feel for that matter. Sure, had she heard Autumn's ultimatum she'd elect to fight back even if it was all for naught. Who wouldn't? She just didn't have that luxury of choice now. The assembly of kids and teens around the ring, once so loud and cheery for their role model, were now thrust into a cowed silence. Faces cringed. Mouths drew agape. The ease in which the vicious vixen took control of Wolverina was downright scary to them.

Autumn: "I've never met a woman who wanted to end herself so bad."

She pulled Wolfie upward into a mean front facelock only to have the People's Princess finally provide some feedback in the form of a pathetic attempt to push her off. The next push was harder with just enough exertion to pry herself free and send Autumn trotting toward the trio of colored cables. The Paragon of Power tried to stand upright but the pain across her liver, ribs, and tummy doubled her over but at least she could attempt a back body drop.

Autumn's eyes quickly glanced over to the ropes off to the side, then back at the bent over Wolverina who was obviously waiting for her to run at her just so she could flip her over flat onto her back. She rolled her eyes and calmly walked over to her, grabbing her by her head and hauling her over there by the same appendage before she ran up the ropes and dropped her onto the ground with her signature move, Doppleganger. She gave her one mocking look before springing to her feet again, climbing to the top corner turnbuckle and leaping off of it, stomping down on her back with another move she called Death Drop.

She took a few steps away from her, holding out her hands, waiting and watching to see if she would get back up. To her surprise, she did, albeit slowly as she turned around to face Autumn, grimacing...

...before getting clocked in the jaw with her finisher, Claw of the Night. A nice superkick move that is as Super as she is Psycho. That had to be it. She wasn't going to get up from that. The loudness of the children had returned, but it wasn't cheers or rooting for Wolverina, it was lamenting and shouting for Autumn to cease her cruelty. Autumn blew them off and walked slow circles around Wolfie, who had laid motionless flat on her back ever since the Claw of the Night superkick. 10 seconds.... 20 seconds... Unlike the previous two devastating maneuvers, Autumn was correct this time, the Paragon of Power wasn't getting up from that. The Beautiful Psychopath stood over her and bent over, snapping her fingers mere inches from Wolverina's sleeping face. Nothing. She slapped her a few times to make her come to. Still nothing.

Autumn: "Well shit on a stick, I think I broke her or something."

Autumn stood upright with her hands on her hips seemingly content with whatever crazed message she was trying to promote. Then, suddenly, she lifted a finger in thought.

Autumn: "Hmmm..."

She turned to the frightened kids and teens.

Autumn: "Now, let me teach you something else. Allow me to teach you how to count. Trust me, some of you look like you can barely even exist."

[size=13]She dropped to her knees and draped her body across Wolfie's, then reached over and hooked the leg nice and tight into a perfect pinfall cover predicament. She even complimented it by draping a leg over Wolverina's unhooked one.

Autumn: "In a regulation singles match this is when a man in a zebra themed shirt would slide in next to us and count alllllllll the waaaayyyy to three. Like so. Oooonnnneee....... twwwwwwoooo...... thhhreeeeee. Can you folks do that for me? Come on, I know you can."

Some of them counted along with her as she repeated it again. This displeased her.

Autumn: "Listen! If all of you don't fall in line and count, I'm going to do a whole lot more to your little role model here. As punishment, you little pricks, we're counting all the way to ten this time. For those who can't count that high, you better be shouting a long with something. I wanna see all those mouths moving. All eyes on me."

She kept the pin extremely tight and took a long time to get all the way to ten. It was an agonizing wait for the kids but they obeyed to protect Wolfie, and alas a minute later 10 was reached and Autumn rolled off of her clapping her hands as if she was genuinely proud of them. She looked down at Wolverina, marveling in the destruction she'd brought. Her foe was still lying there motionless, not a twitch of a muscle nor a flicker of an eye lash seen. The only visible sign she was even alive was the rise and fall of her chest.

Autumn: "See kids, this is how you go about decimating your opponent so badly that they can't get up." Autumn said, grabbing onto Wolverina's hair and slowly hauling her up to her feet. It was like hauling up dead weight, like picking up a wet sack of potatoes. She got her to a somewhat vertical position, holding her in an almost hug. More or less she was trying to keep her on her feet for what she had next. The kids that were standing around the ring were all staring in varied degrees of awe and fear, like they were not sure what to think of her or too afraid to say anything in defense of her vulnerable opponent.

Autumn: "And right now, I'm about to teach you your biggest lesson yet kiddies. Why you should really avoid this place like the freakin' plague, why heroes never prosper under the hand of someone like me, and why..."

Without warning, Autumn shoved the battered body away from her, watching as it wobbled and bounced off of the ropes as she grabbed her around her head and viciously dropped her into the ground with a Jumping Cutter. Or as Autumn called it, Broken Strings. She stood there hovering over Wolverina, nudging her with her foot, sure she had caused enough damage that the woman wasn't going to get back up.

"...I am the Beautiful Psychopath."

She walked over to the side of the ring and stepped out of the ropes, dropping to the floor. She looked at the kids there, and grinned.

Autumn: "Lesson's over kids. Go home."[/size]

The Dynasty Tron goes blank for a moment, ending the feed, then sparks to life again with the serious face of the new backstage intern interviewer. He is slim with relatively handsome features and a professional look, per norm. Holding the magic talking stick to his lips, he speaks.

Buster Cherry: "Ladies and Gentlemen I am Buster Cherry and joining me at this time is Wolverina."

The camera pans out some as she steps into view. The People's Princess is already dressed in her ring attire consisting of a black and white singlet with the American flag draped across the chest.

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Her head is down, her body language dejected, the world's biggest frownie face on display.

Buster Cherry: "Wolverina, thank you for joining us. I really wish this first meeting was under better circumstances, but I wouldn't be a good investigative journalist if I didn't get right to the meat of things. What are your thoughts on the incident at the gym, and your opponent tonight, the same woman who did it?"

The Paragon of Power finally lifts her head but shakes it with a mix of frustration and humiliation before nodding toward him.

Wolverina: "What happened on December, 7th, 1941?"

Buster Cherry: "Um, Pearl Harbor, of course."

Wolverina: "Exactly. That's what happened to me. My own personal Pearl Harbor. I was riding high a few mornings ago. On top of the world. I thought nothing could bring me down. Then Autumn Raven, much like the Japanese, came in and caught me off guard, destroying me like the Japanese did our Pacific Fleet. I tried to do the right thing. She was being rude and insulting not only me but those kids whom I consider my own. I had no choice but to allow her the courtesy of putting her money where her mouth was in the form of a little sparring."

Buster Cherry: "But she had no intent of sparring it seems?"

A rush of anger visibly washes through her body as she shakes her head affirmative.

Wolverina: "No. She lied. Her whole goal was to soften me up for tonight. Sparring is usually done lightly with critiques. I gave her an inch and she took not one mile but a hundred. She blitz me."

Buster Cherry: "And did she soften you up? You took quite a thrashing. There's no way you can be 100 percent going in to your match tonight."

It was true but Wolverina shakes her head defiantly.

Wolverina: "I'm fine. Even if I wasn't, it wouldn't matter. We are warriors. We go into battle injured with something or another all the time. Sure, if the shoe was on the other foot and Autumn received the beating, I bet she'd use it as an excuse to not show up or blame the injury if a loss came to her. I'm not her, though."

Buster Cherry: "Speaking of her and tonight, aren't you worried about a possible repeat of what happened?"

The People's Princess scoffed at the notion.

Wolverina: "Not at all. The girl is tough, I'll give her that, but she may have blew her wad with what she did at the gym. I know how fast she is now, what her mind set is like, and how lethal she is. I'll be more prepared this time, bank on it."

He smiles and motion to her then to the camera.

Buster Cherry: "Anything you want to say to her before we conclude this interview?"

The Paragon of Power stares into the camera, her brows furrowed downward in rage.

Wolverina: "Autumn, never in my life have I been treated to such an act like you perpetrated on me. You gave me the whipping of a lifetime... you decimated me. But you did something more unforgiving, you caused undue psychological damage to many of those children. Half haven't returned to the gym. Those kids could be future inventors, doctors, scientists, astronauts, pro sports stars but you treated them as if they were the lowest of the low and made them believe if through your demolishing of me in front of them. You're a psychopath, that's true, but you're not beautiful. At least not after tonight when I leave a bloody imprint of your face in the middle of the ring. You buttered your bread two days ago... now you're gonna have to eat it."

With that said, she storms off screen.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2016, 4:23 pm by **Nasir Escobar**

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO 1

"The first step to achieving your

goal, is to take a moment to respect

your goal. Know what it means to

you to achieve it."

finally...Finally...FINALLY! FINALLY, IN JUST EIGHT DAYS...The Nas returns to the biggest stage of all time. The show of shows. The place where legacies are forged. Destinies are met. and Hall of Famers are birthed! Two years ago The Nas headed into Pain for Pride and talked...A LOT! Back then The Nas wanted to take the Young Lion's Cup from Terry Chambers like you wouldn't believe. The Nas made it a mission...a MISSION of his own to snatch that cup away. And he failed. He was beaten. The Nas did not get the job done. Ergo The Nas took a loss at his very first Pain For Pride. And Terry got the win. No disrespect to Terry whatsoever, he is an asskickin machine after all, dude's a monster. But look at him today...versus The Nas, toDAY! Totally different huh? Well life goes on and things change. But The Nas will tell you one thing that has not changed. That is The Nas' goals. His ambitions. His dreams. His desires. His destiny! What The Nas plans on doing this year is what he wanted to do two years ago. Just make his family proud. What will happen is The Nas will pull down that briefcase after a hard fought battle with Eight other men. Then he'll look out into ringside and see his family. Both sides of his family. The side he shares with The Lovely Miss Aria Jaxon, as well as the other side, the Samoan side. That of which includes his pops, Tao Taimane. A man who was on the grind, on the road, bustin his ass not just to make something of himself as a performer in the ring, but also to provide for his family. He never cared about the world championships he didn't win or the big companies he never got to work for. All he wanted to do was do right by his family. Make his family and our people proud. Which is exactly the mentality I carry around with me backstage. All I want to do is better myself. Make myself the best man I can be from all cylinders. All I'm looking for is to make my family proud. Which is exactly what The Nas will do. When he pulls down the briefcase and etches his name into history forever. Because no matter what happens, if The Nas leaves that match with the big victory, no one can take that away from me. No one can say I never did anything. No one can say I have not worked for my place. If I win this match, it will easily from that moment on become THE highlight moment of my career. The thing is for quite a few of my opponents, it's the only moment for their careers. But the thing is this, I just might have the absolute most to lose out of everyone in the match. Mainly because I am held to the highest regard for my time here. Most of the people here either haven't been around long enough to suggest they could fall off from a loss like this, or have fallen into such obscurity that people will not be moved whether they win or lose. I am the only one who combines the hype of the guys like Tig Kelly from Dynasty, Rex McAllister from Showdown, and Phoenix Winterborn from the Nas' own Voltage along with the longevity and the need to break out soon before getting lost in the fold like Rhaegar and Nick Angel. Angelo and Chris Elite are also to talented kids with...well less than desirable attitudes, but that's neither here nor there. The point is that if anyone needs this win and is the hungriest and most adamant about claiming this win, then it is ya boi! The Illmatic One! The People's Choice! The Next Gawd! Almighty Nastradamus! The Most Spectacular Man in EAW and ALLLLLLLL of Entertainment History! Or just simply...The Nas!

Speaking of The Nas opponents, he wants to mention all the guys fighting for that last spot on Showdown. No matter which one of you tries to claim that spot. Whether it be a man like Piff who has ALREADY LOST a qualifier. Or it be a guy like Maero who IS NOT EVEN ON Showdown. Or it be Lioncross with his $100,000 dollar bounty. Well quite frankly it just doesn't matter to The Nas. Whoever gets that last spot, all you got to do is much like the other seven will be doing, Bring your candy ass, and The Nas will meet ya half way with the ass kickin to end all PFP Asskickins! You see quite frankly it wouldn't change the way The Nas perceives the match. Whoever the last person is, well they came in too late to phase The Nas. Because his eyes are locked on the prize. Miami! WE DOIN IT BIG, Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS! The Nas ain't playin no games as if he were put on time out! What's further more is this, The Nas has been on absolute fire since his return about a month and a half ago! So much so that you could say that Pain For Pride will be his blaze of glory almost. Especially with it being in South Beach, man oh man. And it's gonna be the match that officially marks The Nas as the hottest young commodity in all of EAW Today! But the point remains, he knows he's got seven soon to be eight other guys who all want the same thing that The Nas wants. Fighting for the same prize as The Nas. Aspire to capture the same glory The Nas does. Now The Nas can put some respeck on that. Tig Kelly was and still is a big World Heavyweight Championship contender. Phoenix Winterborn proved he could go about an hour with the Answers World Champion. Rex McAllister went toe to toe in a war of words with The Nas' hero himself Mr. Dedede. Nick Angel, Chris Elite, Angelo, Rhaegar. They all want it. But much like The Nas has to go through all of them. They all have to get passed The Nas. And believe me, The Nas won't step aside or be pushed aside so easily. As a matter a fact, The Nas ain't budgin an inch for anyone. If you want it, you gonna have to kill The Nas, and that just is not going to happen. So gentlemen, lemme put this as simple as possible. Bring your A Game, because anything less than that will not be enough to stop The Nas. Choo Choo bitches, The Nas is on his way to the top of the mountain in the land of the elites and he's headed straight into PFP. If you're on the tracks when he comes thru, then you just might get hit on The Nas' way to immortal status. In 8 days...times up. Just...eight...days!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2016, 4:01 pm by Guest

“I’ve destroyed a dozen just like you. “

Did you know what I saw before their eyes went shut? Not the face of a predator with sharpened fangs from years of fending off opportunists who only saw them as prey. Nor was I struck with fear, as if I made the move they wanted me to make. All I see is misguided passion slowly fizzle out. All I see is paper tigers scattered all around this terrain that it’s not a surprise I see most threats as boy cries wolf. I am sure no matter how venomous your words are, you have learned enough to comprehend you can never change my stance. Will that influence you to fight differently in your biggest match since worming your way into this promotion, will that lead you to perform moves I can't possibly imagine? I still remember your words implying that what I do has no lasting effects, that no matter how many times I walk against the current, it will push me back. However, look at my Hall of Fame ring and understand that this isn’t a mere consolation prize for being a veteran. It shows that I am near omnipotent. When you break somebodies arm, yes they will experience the most antagonizing pain in their life, but you didn’t amputate that limb, they’re not experiencing phantom pain—that wound heals. They will still be able to sit down with their loved ones and enjoy life as if what you’ve done never happened. It is not outcomes of quickly thought of matches where the loser questions himself no matter who he goes up against, that leads the public to wonder if any who dare show their face to the victor will suffer dire consequences. It is the matches where life or death scenarios isn’t hyperbolic. Matches where you play the role of the reaper no matter if you have a favorable opinion of your foe or not. Matches where it is not the physical pain that drives a man insane, but the realization that one small step in another direction and his life would be so much different. It is not me punching or kicking you that will haunt you for years to come, but the moment where you play your best hand and find out that’s still not enough. The countless opponents all had the last thought on how a man can do all this damage, but it’s better to wonder how men like that cannot. Because when a man regularly fights against beasts, does he not obtain animalistic traits for himself? I remember the days when even the title dark horse was something I wanted given to me so bad because while it indicated they didn’t have full faith in me, at least they thought I had a chance of grabbing the brass ring. The past never leaves my head, but now I enter collisions embracing the fact that the line between underdog and grizzled veteran gave way years ago and all who doubted me are forced to be silent or masquerade as a fan all this time. It may not be Pain for Pride yet, but even you know the stakes for this match is just as high and therefore one of us has to win. I take a look at the tools I have used throughout my career and know that will be me. Whatever failures happened in the past won’t affect the future for black marks mean nothing anymore.

Tools that were responsible for my rise.

Tools that were responsible for my fall.

Tools that are responsible for my rebirth.

I remember when I first saw them and had the chance to use them. I was just a kid who looked at a steel chair during my first match and grew a bit nervous knowing that I would have to swing hundreds of them in order to become the person I wanted to be. For if I didn’t, then somebody else would take the opportunity to do so and exile me from the company I spent years trying to get into. I was used to pain, but getting so close to reaching a goal only to let it slip from the palm of your hands was not something I wanted to experience. Despite that, I was still a pampered person, touting many problems people saw as everyday life. I guess that would make anyone see the humor in the grotesque sight of me holding back my tears as I saw their eyes bulging out of their skull with every swing I took. When I first started, I ignored the warnings that I may gain all it is that I seek, but at the price which was part of my humanity. Perhaps that’s why I quickly stopped trying to become the monster who only knew how to cause untold amounts of suffering, me for once listening to advice given years ago. I am notorious for being a stubborn man and while it is that stubbornness which leads so many men to live life without a name, it has acted as a compass for which way to go. What awaited me if I didn't follow my gut? Me teetering on a thin line; playing a game I didn’t want to play. But what does that make the man who walks on a bed of coals? Burying an essential part of him and enduring psychological pain for absolute power. You don’t have to do the things you do and yet you insist to the surprise of many. But is it sheer stupidity to live your life as a beast when that's all you know? For how many jokes Drake and Jones tell, they fail to outdo yours. Many people would take one look at you and assume that you're only capable of delivering pain and so they only come up with the obvious, the cliche. How you’re Judas and you betray people, but that’s not true is it? It’s not like you stabbed in the back all who embraced and cherished you if you never met anyone who could feel that for you. Born in darkness you say, victim to his environment leading him to become something he was always destined to be. It is not a surprise to be wary of justice when injustice looms everywhere like a bad stench, when you see the life drown out of the cheeriest and how most of the time, it seems like only the cruel get to have a happy story, but once in awhile something happens. A story that reminds everybody that while it is often tossed to the side, justice can be found and can be prioritized. Your partners may like to run away, but I will take the stand and show you why Tony Rolland won't be another statistic for you. Why you may be familiarized with the sound of bone snapping, but you will never be given the chance to see my resolve break. I will show you why I am one of the few who is champion in an environment where thousands climb and fall.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2016, 3:21 pm by **Drake Jaeger**

六 Drake Jaeger - dressed in his usual black boots, black kneepads, black trunks, black trench coat, black gloves, black sunglasses, and black dye in his hair - plays with the black toothpick hanging from his lips as he intently stares at a whiteboard that reads the entire card for the night’s Dynasty show, backstage at the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, Tennessee. An fed-up-looking Max A. Million impatiently waits next to Drake with a microphone in hand. 六

Drake: Alright, I’m not getting any of this.

Max: SERIOUSLY?

Drake: Yeah, so who the fuck is “Matt Ryder” again?

Max: Commentator! He’s a commentator! He does commentary for Dynasty!

六 Drake crosses his arms and looks at the whiteboard, staring at the match that reads “Drake Jaeger w/ Tiberius Jones vs Matt Ryder”. 六

Drake: I thought his name was Steve-O or Stan-O. Something like that.

Max: … There’s two of them. Two commentators. How do you not know this?

Drake: Okay, so two commentators, and one is named Matt Ryder, and he’s facing me tomorrow on Dynasty.

Max: Yes! Thank you!

Drake: Why?

Max: Why what?

Drake: Why am I up against a fucking commentator? Why not the roid monkey? Why not the lumberjack? Why not Pizza Bitch?

Max: Because Matt Ryder challenged you.

Drake: Challenged me?

Max: … Yes. He challenged you to a match, and now you have a match.

Drake: I see.

六 Drake strokes his facial hair as he stares at the whiteboard for several more seconds. 六

Drake: Well, tell whoever the World Heavyweight Champion is that I challenge him to a match at Pain For Pride.

Max: … You can’t do that.

六 Drake points at whiteboard. 六

Drake: But a commentator can challenge me like it’s fucking Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh or literally any other fucking child’s show where you can just CHALLENGE somebody… And HE gets it? But I can’t go challenge the World Champion?

Max: I-I don’t make the rules.

六 Drake sighs and drops his head for a second before turning to Max. 六

Drake: No, I suppose you don’t, do you? You’re just the messenger, and like they say, it’s no good to shoot the messenger. Though, I’ve never been too good at following what people say. You know that.

Max: I… I don’t think I like where this is going.

六 Max starts to back away as Drake follows him. 六

Drake: This guy… This fucking fat, useless, waste of space that sits at a table every week and gets paid to speak into a headset while the entire country mutes their televisions - he gets to challenge me. HE gets to challenge ME. Do you know who I am, Max? Because it’s pretty fucking apparent nobody else does. Hexa-gun, Max. Remember Hexa-gun? Remember the most dominant stable in this company’s history, Max? How about the first ever Tag Team Grand Prix, Max? Remember when Drake & Jones won the first and only iteration of it? How about the EAW Tag Team Championships, Max? Remember when we beat the greatest Tag Team on the planet Earth to win them? No, nobody else remembers, so why should you? Evidently our slate has been cleaned and we’re just a couple of orphans stranded in a Goddamn desert, looking for any ounce of water to keep us from dying as irrelevant fucking hacks, because we’ve fallen SO low that I’m being challenged by a guy that hasn’t stepped into a ring in probably a decade!

Max: Hey-hey, I.. It’s not my fault. I didn’t--

六 Max backs up against a wall, followed closely by Drake, who angrily slams his hand into the wall, just above a fearful Max’s head. 六

Drake: Oh, don’t I know it. You’re innocent here. Not like you made this match happen, right? Not like YOU signed me up for this. Not like YOU’RE challenging me to a match. Now any fat piece of trash can stand up and say “I want a match with Drake Jaeger” and he’ll get it. Fascinating how things like that work. It’s a madhouse around here, ain’t it? Pain For Pride’s coming up and everyone wants a piece of it. The people like Daniels and Cyclone that still cling to their relevancy long after they’ve been left out of the World Title picture while even the hasbeen commentators want to soak up a bit of the limelight.

六 Drake puts an index finger in front of Max’s face, startling Max. 六

Drake: Not gonna happen. I’m not gonna abide by it. TJ and I - we’re gonna make sure there’s at least SOME fucking order in this piss poor company. While HRDO is busy playing Swallow The Leader with Cross over on Voltage, it seems like our dear Dynasty has gone to the dogs. Two-headed ones.

六 Drake shrugs. 六

Drake: So we’re gonna take it back. That’s what we do. That’s the Hexa-gun way, isn’t it? We take what we want. In a World where some bearded jackass and his jort-wearing boyfriend can swoop in and steal our Titles while a guy on commentary can get a match with me on the go-home show to the biggest FUCKING event of the year - Drake & Jones are gonna make certain that they all know that we’re the ones who run things around here, and we are the order this show desperately needs. It’s gonna break my heart, Max, it really is. I’m gonna feel so heartbroken when I beat Pizza Boy, Brian Daniels, and Cyclone into respective comas at Pain For Pride in a match that really just sums up the anarchy these savages have brought upon Dynasty. Be it a table, be it a ladder, or be it a chair, every single one of them is gonna learn why we will not be victims. We’re the victimizers. Now, I’m not gonna do something cliched like, I don’t know, beating the shit out of a lowly little interviewer.

六 Drake mockingly strokes Max’s hair. 六

Drake: But I’m not above ending the life of a commentator that should have kept his ass glued to the chair he makes his living on. I hope you watch. I hope Cerberus takes a gander. I hope Pizza Bitch takes a look. I’m gonna give them a preview of what’s to come at Pain For Pride, so I suggest whoever the fuck runs this dump of a brand better get to setting up interviews for a new commentator, because you’re about to be short one after tomorrow. You’re gonna fuckin die, Broski. Enjoy one more moment in the sun while you can, but I’m gonna enjoy this a whole lot more.

六 Drake smirks pantomimes shooting a gun towards the camera before walking off as Max looks on. 六

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2016, 2:24 pm by **Cailin Dillon**

Voltage #1

Paths are often destined to cross time and time over. From the day I stepped into this company, there was someone right there looking over me and looking to dictate my path throughout EAW. JJ Silva walked in and grabbed me by the wrist and pointed a direction. He told me to follow this golden paved road behind him and we’d go to success, the four of us together. But the further we went down the road, the more it faded from gold to brown. It went from brick to mud. And when we reached a fork in this path, three followed while one chose to go on their own. That one was me. The truth is I stood up for myself and what I believed in. I never came to EAW to be a pretty face that stands idly by in the crowd. I never came here to wear fancy dresses and clap while the men do all the work. And I never wanted to be that person that only did what I was told. I took a chance on myself. While one person was telling me I needed him and the group in order to be successful here in EAW, I knew I was capable of doing this on my own. Some people stand at craps tables and roll the dice. Others go all-in at the poker tables. There are others who pull the lever on the slot machines. There are others who place the bets in their own corners. That’s what I chose to do. I don’t think anyone could deny that I made the right decision. Not Eclipse Diemos or Chris Elite, and not even JJ. Because I rose from the bottom on my own and I got to the top of the Vixen’s division by working my ass off.

The Iconomy was a sinking ship before I ever chose to leave. I was just smart enough to get off the boat before the rest of you had to take to the buckets to keep it afloat. It started out as a very noble idea to take people from the low and mid card and help elevate them to the top. But it changed to something else entirely. You shifted the whole idea of this group to more of a cult following. You switched it to something none of us had signed up for. That’s when the waters started to flood over our heads. That’s when I started to stand on my own. I remember the disappointment you had when I announced The Iconomy would not be helping me at the Empress of Elite tournament. You were irritated at my pure defiance. You saw that as a clear-cut way to help me reach the top with your help. You saw it as a way for people to take The Iconomy seriously, as something more than just the Hexa-Gun’s weekend whipping boy. While Hexa-Gun kick started the extinction of The Iconomy, I ended Hexa-Gun. Call that my gift of redemption to you, JJ.

Alas, it has all worked out for the best for all of us. I defined what it means to be the Specialist’s Champion. Eclipse went on to a few big wins and started himself his own group in Sanatorium. And you, you joined Omerta, right? And now you’re the New Breed Champion. And Chris Elite is… Chris Elite. But between the two of us, I think we can agree The Iconomy was a mistake that eventually set us on the right personal paths. I was always a Darkhorse when you added me to the group. But I’ve rarely disappointed. I’ve beaten the top women in this company in epic one-on-one battles. You floundered for a period until you recently caught fire. In a way, I guess your idea set us all up for this moment. We all had to fail together and at different levels before we could realize exactly what it took to reach the places we wanted to be. But some of us are capable of reaching for even higher places.

Whatever happens at Pain for Pride, it will still serve as just the beginning of what the second year of Cailin Dillon has in store for this company. I took the back seat to new girls like Aria Jaxon and Eris LeCava when I signed here. But I was never content with waiting my turn. I did what it took to become one of the best fighters on this planet. Whether I’m fighting an Elitist or a Vixen, you will always get the same hard ass, stubborn style you saw from me when you tabbed me as the fourth member of The Iconomy. So when we meet at Voltage this Sunday, we’ll both know what to expect of each other. You’re still the same fighter that successfully picked three fighters that could carry the weight for him while he tried to figure out his message. And I’m the girl that answered your message with a swift kick between the legs. But I’ve only grown stronger since that moment, and you’ve witnessed this along the way. On the outside of our match will be a chaotic atmosphere of people who are staking their claims to titles or hating each other. But I think I know when we lock eyes in that ring, not a single one of those people will matter. I still don’t and never will hold any ill will towards you from our days as brother and sister in that group. It taught me how to fight for myself, and you took a wide-eyed girl and tried to educate her to the ways of the EAW. You succeeded in both, even only one of those was your original intention. We are both capable of a whole lot more in our futures, but for this Sunday let’s fight like I know we both wanted to back in the fall of 2015. When we both couldn’t stop making those comments about each other. When we both blamed each other for the problems of the other. Let’s fight like the champion you are, and the champion I was. I promise you one thing, JJ. I might just be another Vixen to you, but come this Sunday I will be a Vixen that beats you. After that, good luck defending the New Breed title.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 22nd 2016, 8:00 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

DRESSED TO KILL -- BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA.

(Developmental)

With Pain for Pride on the horizon, it was to be expected that everyone in EAW was to be wound a bit tightly. It seemed like everyone was preoccupied with their own pursuits, championship or otherwise. Stakes were high and in many cases, so was the tension. Aria’s own immediate group of friends hadn’t been at all spared all of the feelings that came along with heading into this time of the year. Distractions were nice, though. Sometimes, it seemed like just taking a breath and a step back was the most essential part of surviving the pressure cooker that was Pain for Pride season. That’s sort of what this was. Well, it was actually a trip to the Valentino store on Rodeo Drive to check out prospective dresses for the rapidly-approaching Hall of Fame ceremony, but the fact that Aria was with Cailin and Tarah meant that it was every bit the much-needed fun time that it needed to be.

“God, I love how the ridiculously-expensive high-end stores always just have champagne sitting around,” Aria remarked, leaning against the wall outside one of the fitting rooms.

Cailin rounded the corner, two dresses draped over her arm. She used her free hand to point at the champagne in Aria’s hand. “How many is that?” she asked with a laugh.

“It’s still the same one I been nursing since we got here, relax,” replied Aria, playfully rolling her eyes. “For one, getting drunk in a store on Rodeo Drive is some Real Housewives of Beverly Hills shit, so I’m definitely not doing that. Plus, this helps me take my mind off the fact that we left the guys back at my house.”

“So little faith, AJ!” Tarah piped up, her voice carrying from behind the door of the dressing room she was in. The sound of dress fabric rustling was audible. “I’m sure they’ll be on their best behavior.”

“Don’t play like I can’t hear the sarcasm in your voice, Tare,” Aria said, shaking her head. “Think about it, for like a second. Remember who we’re talking about. We left my boyfriend, my cousin, your boyfriend, and Carson at my house with no adult supervision.” She tried to stifle a laugh, bringing the champagne flute to her lips.

Cailin shrugged. “Possible beer stains on the carpet and scratches on the granite countertops aside...bet money it’ll still be standing when we get back.” Her tone of voice suggested she was joking, and she nudged Aria with an elbow, smiling at the shorter woman before calling out to Tarah. “You need any help in there, Harls?”

A couple of seconds passed before it sounded like Tarah successfully zipped up the zipper on the back of the dress. “Nah, I got it.” The Michigan native emerged from the dressing room wearing what was perhaps her signature color: black. She turned around so that her friends could see, eventually holding up her arms. “Well?”

Cailin smiled. “That looks amazing! I was almost ready to lecture you about not stepping outta that whole all-black, all the time comfort zone of yours, but it looks perfect.”

Aria nodded. “You have to go with that one.”

A smile crossed Tarah’s face. She nodded turned her attention to the nearest mirror, giving herself a once-over. “I’ll probably try on some other ones, but I have a feeling I’ll wind up sticking with this one.” She turned around to face her friends. “See, this is the kind of day that we needed, ladies!” Tarah gestured to the store around them. “Floofy dresses and horror movies back at AJ’s house tonight. All without Aquaman! Even better.” The last tidbit prompted Aria and Cailin to exchange a look, which Tarah undoubtedly saw. She placed her hands on her hips. “What?”

Aria shook her head. “It’s nothing. Or at least, I’ve reduced it to nothing, for the sake of my own sanity.” She huffed, finishing off the last of the champagne in her glass. “I can’t keep talking to a brick wall. What happened before Showdown last week was a wakeup call for me, and if Steph is so convinced I’m against her, then there ain’t shit I can do. She’s a grown woman. If she wants to make amends, she can reach out, but I can’t keep stressing over that shit.”

It had been a few days since Aria had written her letter to Stephanie, and it had been the kind of catharsis she needed. Seriously, who wrote letters anymore? Next to no one, but that was what she’d needed to do to clear her head. It wasn’t as if she had many options. She had shit she needed to say, and Steph wasn’t being super cooperative as far as talking back to her went. It was troubling, to say the least. She never thought it would come to this, not with Stephanie, of all people, but it seemed everything had been turned on its head as of late. Aria wasn’t exactly enthused at the prospect of having to deal with any more of the Matsuda-centric nonsense.

The blonde winced, almost instinctively running a hand over her hair. “You’re caught in the middle of all this, we get it,” Cailin said with a sigh. “I feel pretty bad about it.”

Aria sighed. “I get the whole idea of sometimes getting caught up in your friends’ shit,” she said, walking back toward the long plushy couch that lined one of the walls of the showroom. She carefully picked up the dress she’d tried on, draping it over the arm of the couch before sitting down. “I mean, that’s what you sign up for when you become friends, right? Shit like that happens. But I didn’t sign up to get the cold shoulder when I didn’t even fuckin’ do anything. It’s just...easier to be with y’all right now. Steph might be into the whole self-imposed exile thing, but I’m not.” She clenched her jaw for a second before snapping out of it. She reached over and grabbed another champagne flute off the small glass end table beside the couch.

“Look at it this way, AJ,” Tarah said, her tone of voice sympathetic as she made her way over to the couch and took a seat beside Aria. “At least you picked the right side.”

“I didn’t want to pick a side, Tare,” Aria maintained. “That’s the thing. She picked for me. Y’all are the ones that don’t seem to have a problem with me playing some half-assed mediator. You’re not the ones holding a gun to my head to pick a team, so of course this looked like the better option.” She looked up just as Cailin made her way over as well, draping the dresses she wanted to try on across the back of the couch.

“We’d never do that,” said Cailin, leaning back against the couch cushions. “You know that. Things are...complicated, for everyone. And putting you in a weird position would just make it worse.”

Tarah nodded, gesturing to Cailin. “Exactly! If she was really your friend, she wouldn’t have done that.” She reached over and placed a hand on top of Aria’s. “Don’t you get it? We’re not gonna flip on you. I know you feel like, after all these years, you have to be loyal to her, but why would you have her back if she won’t have yours? You have to do what’s gonna be best for you.”

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t given her a lot to think about. Aria knew that Tarah and Cailin loved her to death and everything they said was with the intention of helping her. Maybe the things they’d said were thoughts she’d had herself but had conveniently not allowed to bubble up to the surface. She nodded slowly. “You guys might be right,” Aria admitted, glancing first at Cailin and then to Tarah, “But I guess I’ll just let shit play out. I’m not gonna go outta my way to mend fences I didn’t break, but I’m definitely done taking the blame from her.”

Cailin smiled, turning around to grab two champagne flutes from the end table. She handed one to Tarah and kept the other for herself. The Texan raised her glass, and her next words were accompanied by an even bigger smile. “To friends you can count on.”

Aria laughed, raising her glass in the same manner. “To pretty, overpriced dresses and horror movie marathons with pizza, booze, and popcorn.”

Tarah exchanged a knowing glance with both of them before raising her glass, too. “To many more days like this one, because the Sirens have to stick together.”

The three of them looked to each other again before clinking glasses. Seemed like they were all on the same page.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 22nd 2016, 5:26 pm by Guest

Nico Borg: Dynasty Promo 2

Son of Chaos, have you seen this?

Have you seen the sea? Have you seen this great ocean where men come to pour their sins like rivers into its great mouth. They pour in their anger. They pour in their delusions, Their lies. Their wickedness... Their Blood. Men pour their blood into its mouth and the waters stain red as hell. Yet, it’s gullet only widens; it is never satisfied. Have you seen the great sea, now polluted? An enormous, overflowing cup of blood. Yet, men and women still flock to bathe in its tainted waters. The merchandise of liars and false prophets, the sins of the world poured into the sea, lifts the bodies of those who swim in it. They appear raised to the surface by the very delusions that infect them. But the sea is dead. No life stirs beneath it’s surface, nor even on any bank it touches. And even its guests evaporate in time, leaving behind only that same sickness which brought them there. But behold, I see a stream of life. Have you seen it? Son of Chaos, have you seen it? Even from the dark clouds that blot our horizons, a sweet rain does fall from heaven. A flood is coming. A raging torrent of a river, and when it reaches the ocean, its waters shall be healed. And it shall be that all manner of creation, wherever the river goes, shall stir with life. There will be a great multitude of people singing, enjoying the many fruits of life, because these waters flow by. For they will all be healed, and everything will bloom with life wherever the river runs.

…, I ask again, Son of Chaos, have you seen this? Do you understand? Do you even care?

You know, I’m going to make an observation. You’re actually very perceptive. You didn’t need me to give you a sermon about how sick and twisted this world is. You were already consciously aware that there is ...something. Something about this place.Something funny about how this business just makes it so easy to feel unstoppable. You have felt it. So joyous and unbridled and alive. Like your world is just an open highway with clear horizons which just goes on and on and then...and then it stops. At least it feels that way. You are aware that you are still in motion. Or rather, maybe you are just going through the motions. You begin to notice some other disconcerting things. Where actually are you going? Why isn’t the horizon getting any closer? Are you going to somewhere, or are you running away? Are you even in control of where you are going? Are you trapped? Flying becomes floating becomes drowning. ‘Ride or Die’ takes a funny meaning in a world like this. You race out. Just keep moving. Just keep swimming. Keep Struggling. You know the current will always win. But you can just about keep your head above water, gasping for air. You are so very tired. You have half a mind to just stop fighting. Alas, thoughts are fleeting and the storm soon dashes them against the rocks.

Chaos indeed.

But you’ve seen but half of the vision with which I have been blessed. That half which is but not that which shall be. The storm will pass Kevin Hunter. You will find rest. But first you must stop running from the Lord. For many have tried though none succeed. When Jonah took to a ship to convey himself away from the Lord’s plans, he found himself in much the same situation as you, Kevin. A chaotic storm blew in and thrashed wildly about him. Jonah had no escape but sweet surrender into the depths. You are blessed Kevin, because just like Jonah God has placed a big fish to save you. Now, you can follow Jonah’s lead and make it easy, or you could make it hard. But one way or the other, I Will Devour You. I will consume you and the thunderous chaos of existence will fade. You will only see the certainty of the cold hard void inside of me. You are going to pray for forgiveness. And you are going to pray for mercy. And you are going to pray in thanksgiving. And I’m not going to spit you back out until God is satisfied that the howl of your prayers has drowned out every other wretched piece of dirt on the planet. Rejoice and raise your heart to the Lord. Exalt him, for the end of your struggle is nigh at hand, and your sins shall be purified in a baptism of holy fire. Allelujah.

Number your days.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 22nd 2016, 5:31 am by Guest

Three years ago I walked through the doors of this company as the young hopeful with the dream of making the greatest impact in this company’s history, only to be quickly humbled by the savvy veteran. Three years later I’m given the opportunity to stand in front of the same man, this time not as the young hopeful against the savvy veteran, but as the Best in the World against the man bringing his storied career to a timely end. I’ve never forgotten that night, Starr. My first opportunity to stand in front of that grand stage and begin to create a name for myself, and for the first and only time in my career, I gave up. I gave everything that I could physically muster that night; I knew everything that stood in front of me. The man that had his eyes solely locked on the Answers World Championship; the man that was willing to place himself through tortures that some would have once thought to be unimaginable, just to obtain the one thing that his heart desired more than anything else. You did just that. You walked into that Elimination Chamber and withstood everything everyone threw at you; Demon’s Council – I walked into that chamber and hit you with everything that we had and alongside Carlos Rosso, you valiantly fought us away; you climbed to the top of that chamber and threw Dark Demon AND yourself off the top, just to inch yourself closer to the thing you wanted. But, when everything seemed to be done and dusted, you clawed yourself back into the chamber to face the last man standing – the Answers World Champion himself and you ripped that championship out of his hands through your pure grit and determination. You stood on top of the world with the Answers World Championship over your shoulder. There wasn’t one person on the planet that could compete with the machine that you had turned yourself into.

You were without question; the Best in the World.

But it wasn’t those standing around you that fed into that determination; it wasn’t those standing around you that forced you to continue to scratch and claw yourself closer to the things that you wanted. It was you. It was the confidence in you. It was the pure willpower that forced you to continue to persevere when everyone had given up on you. It was never the opinion of others that forced Starr-Stan to continue after that serious head injury you had suffered inside Glass Walls. I understand that there’s never going to be that moment where every single person looks that Xavier Williams and believes wholeheartedly that there isn’t a person on the planet that is better than he is. There is always going to be those who doubt my claim; there is always going to be that person that attempts to slander everything that I’ve accomplished throughout the short amount of time that I’ve risen to the top of Elite Answers Wrestling. But, as the time has slowly passed me by I’ve began to understand that their doubt has no influence over my career. You can allow it to pile onto your shoulders until the pure weight of it forces your knees to buckle and suddenly you find your career in a nosedive heading for rock bottom – or you can use their doubt to fuel the fire that every single person in this business has. You can use that doubt to force yourself to take another step forward when you feel like you physically can’t. It’s doing just those things that have turned me into, whether you want to be it or whether they want to believe it, what I believe wholeheartedly the BEST wrestler on the planet.

I can sit here and list out all of the reasons, but we both know that in all, I would just be blowing hot air. You’re never going to believe it. You’re no different to every other person that stood in my way. You’re right; I’ve been forced constantly to deal with this criticism. Jaywalker challenged my position at Triple Threat; he called himself the greatest name in the history of this business, and when it was all said and done, the champion still reigned – Xavier Williams still held the championship that has been turned into the crown jewel of this company. Even the man that you had that incredible war against; whether it was inside that ring or throughout the halls of the arena – the man that I can thank for the opportunity to stand in the position that I stand in today, Dark Demon doubted the monster that he had created. He walked out in front of HIS people. I had his entourage in the form of Tig Kelly; he gave his grand endorsement to the kid in front of the proud Irish – and then the man was slaughtered in front of HIS people. The man had this Hall of Fame Championship RIPPED from his hands, nursing that broken arm. You say this is your retirement tour and it certainly isn’t one where you’re going to lay down against every person that this company throws in your way. How confident are you heading into Showdown? You’re LAST Showdown. You’ve done so many great things; things that are going to be remembered by every single person in this business – how confident are you that you’re going to get that “old ass” back up to the level that it once stood? I want the CHAMPION that walked into Pain for Pride against Brian Daniels and Devan Dubian and had the Match of the Year. I want the CHAMPION that walked into that Elimination Chamber and ran through everyone in his path to become the Answers World Champion. I want the CHAMPION that CONQUERED name after name that stood in his way. I want the CHAMPION that was undoubtedly the BEST IN THE WORLD! I want to Starr-Stan of old, not the Starr-Stan that’s fallen at the feet of someone like Terry Chambers.

I’ll give to the man that I’ve become and you give me the man that you once were.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 22nd 2016, 3:47 am by Padrone Orthaeus

Dynasty Promo:
[This is now or never...]

This can be billed as "the final curtain call".
I have done all I can, Rhaegar, to raise you up towards the pillar of success...
...but rather, you have fallen down the deep trenches of your despair.

From the looks of it, this might as well be my very last rodeo around the complex of Elite Answers Wrestling. A ride that I do not regret, however, because I had the option to leave this filth and go back living in captivity and isolation elsewhere, but I want to embark on the task of renovating and shaping up a rusty, destroyed man in order to rise him back to prominence and glory. I just wanted to use my knowledge, experience, and prowess to be able to help a fellow Grecian locate the path that he was originally meant to travel upon. All that I end up receiving, however, is nothing more but absolute misery.

Rhaegar, you are a complete mess. I will say it again, a complete mess. Your stubbornness is the reason for your massive decline. Your ignorance is the reason why you cannot connect the wires that are being placed in front of you. What is wrong with you at all? Ever since that demon of a brother showed his steps back into this facility, you have deteriorated more and more and more into a heap of utter trash. Just when the entire world thought that your win over Nico Borg was going to be the transcending comeback of the year for you, you immediately went back to default the week after and lost. And again. And again. Headline after headline, paragraph after paragraph, you just seem to be in every front and back cover of embarrassment. Not only does it make you look like a total fool, but it makes me, a quintessential professor such as myself, look like a fool as well.

There is arguably no more words I can say to you from this point onward. Now, after all that you have endured this past year, after all the losses week after week, month after month, you must now take it upon yourself in regards to whether or not you want to continue traveling under such rocky roads, or if you want to break this burden once and for all. I have said this time after time again, your brother, Ventura, is the biggest phony you will ever encounter in life. He is in a much more worsen situation compared to you. You actually have hope and an opportunity to rise and triumph, he doesn't. I would have left you all alone from the get-go, to just go on and watch you rot and decimate yourself to oblivion, but I actually reserved hope for you. All the constant critics that belittle your name on a regular basis, the people that claim you cannot be successful, that you cannot even attain the coveted World Championship that holds and glues this company firmly. They all think you are just a mere copy of your own, poor brother. When are you finally going to prove them wrong, to shut down all the petty remarks and start shooting for the moon once and for all.

This Dynasty will be the only time you can prove me, and everyone wrong.

Riki Nakai, there is no need for me to even proceed anymore further. If you suffer a deficit against this type of an opponent, then that will surely and completely signal curtains for both our times here in Elite Answers Wrestling. You are a participant for the Cash in the Vault Ladder Match, you have the shot to climb up each and every hurdle being placed in front of you, and just stretch out your hands for an opportunity to have your career be skyrocketed miles and miles into the wide and open sky. The doves will be flocking in unison, the golden clouds will rain down trickles of light and glory onto your skin. That will be the sensation in which you have truly and finally won for the first time. But for now, end this charade once and for all, simply unravel and show me and the world the reason why you went on with the liberty to label yourself as the...

...Spartan Assailant.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 22nd 2016, 12:20 am by **ThePizzaBoy**

Pain for Pride Promo 1

The camera opens up back in the pizzeria where Pizza Boy now kneels next to baby Angelhair as they point and stare at a wall mounted television in the dining room area. The little adopted Asian girl giggles and claps as she shakes her head, making her little bobbed bangs pigtails spin in a little hurricane around her smiling face. Pizza Boy spots the camera, looks back up at the TV with a smile, and then pats the little girl on the head and makes his way toward a booth, motioning for the camera man to follow and sit across from the former EAW National Champion.

PB: Sorry, I know I've been a bit gabby today but the kid's got me in good spirits. I don't necessarily want to delve into the dirty reality of Pain for Pride 9, what's in store, and what's on the line. It just brings back a flood of memories, or should I say a lack thereof?

Pizza Boy runs his hand through his hair, clutching it in the back into a tight fist as his eyes fill with a mixture of rage and lack of recognition.

PB: I don't remember HBB being taken out by Drake & Jones. Likewise, I don't remember Judas's attack from behind on me. I also don't remember losing the EAW National Championship to Judas. All I have as a bleak window into my reality is video tapes that EAW has been kind enough to let me rent out of it's expansive library of footage. I see dutch angle shots of Heart Break Boy laying bloody on the mat after Drake and Jones put him out to pasture, I see wide dolly shots of me taking the fight to the both of them before the odds overtook me and Cerberus stepped in to save the day. I have painful to watch footage of Judas attacking me from behind, of Drake and Jones leading me to slaughter last month, and none of it rings true in my own memory. I have a beef based on celluloid and skin deep mementos that I don't remember receiving, and that....

Pizza Boy gets a far off vacant look in his eyes as his bottom lip droops on one side, allowing a string of spit to form and hang. Suddenly he blinks and the lights are back on in his head. He wipes his nose and mouth and gives the camera a docile but confused glance of unfamiliarity.

PB: Where was I?

The take cuts as Pizza Boy stares off camera with a mortified look on his eyes, only to come back up and find PB wrapping his fingers on the table with a more agitated look on his face.

PB: I have to admire the brutality of my predators. They're very insistent on beating me to the point that nothing is left but the skin of my teeth, and that's just enough for me to come back from it and continue this sick little charade of theirs. This wont end at Pain for Pride 9, not if they have their way. They enjoy this, they feed off of this sort of misery. It's not even about 'spots' or 'notoriety' or 'titles' anymore, it's about the submissive and the dominant, the bottoms and the tops, the sadists and their masochist whipping boys. I think I've proven one thing over the past year or so, and that's that I know how to take a beating and come back from it. I've been put through tables, I've been thrown off of ladders, and I've had more than my fair share of chair shots if film is to be believed. Sure, the titles are on the line, but what this really has devolved into is a bunch of monkeys flashing their teeth and trying to sodomize one another in an open field to assert superiority. That's why they stole Tony, that's why they keep trying to beat us down and have their way with us, it's why they've enforced the pack mentality of Omerta. They simply want to be recognized as the alpha, but I ain't ready to receive if you catch my meaning.

The camera changes frames unnaturally again, cutting back to the previous footage of the doe eyed and confused Pizza Boy staring off of camera, bolt upright in the booth in fear.

PB: ...but did I say I was scared?...yes I'm ready for the interview, I've been waiting to have one all day...What do you mean this is my third interview today?!

Pizza Boy's deer in headlights expression cuts back to the malicious and malevolent grin in yet another quick cut.

PB: I mean,they do realize that none of us are coming out of a TLC match alive? That they're going to have THREE VACANT TITLES! on their hands to deal with, right? right? right? Answer me! It's not a rhetorical question. Give me an answer please!

Pizza Boy waves the camera off before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of Apples brand cigarettes. He taps the pack's bottom coolly, causing a singular cigarette to pop out. He purses it in his lips, pulls a lighter from seemingly nowhere, and strikes up the tip with one flick of the thumb before shutting the lighter's lid down with his thumb and extinguishing the flame in the process. He stares at the lighter for a second, tilting his head like a dog hearing a strange noise for the first time.

PB: Where'd I get this lighter?

Another jump cut later and we're back to the very angry and very frightened looking Pizza Boy still arguing with some production member off camera.

PB: I'm not scared! What reason would I have to be scared of them?! I beat HexaGun by myself almost, I've taken the fight to all three men without any help before! Hell, the only reason Judas has the National Championship is because of desperate acts that...

Pizza Boy stops mid sentence once again, his eyes glaze over as the camera man audibly tries to raise him from his comatose state. Suddenly, another jump cut and the agitated and paranoid PB reappears, jumping into the camera as he slaps his palms on the table.

PB: WAKE UP! You fucking monkeys in the corporate office are producing a snuff film, live and on free per view! There's no walking away from what these men did to me! They've hurt my friends, they've taken my destiny, and they've robbed me of precious hours of my life! and damn it that means I get to take something away from them and gold just ain't good enough!!!! I want Drake's head on a fucking serving plate, I want Jones's teeny tiny baby balls in a mason jar, and I want Judas's FUCKING FACE! and I don't give a damn if the mask comes with it or not. If that means killing myself to get to them, if that means throwing every precaution to the wind to make them feel a modicum of the pain I live with on a daily basis, and even if the collateral damage on my end doesn't measure up to what I'm going to do to them, I will get my hands on those cheap shooting son's of bitches and make them pay with their lives! I'm all out of pride, bay-be, and I'm damn sure ready for the pain.

Little Angelhair starts crying off camera as the slumped over and steely eyed Pizza Boy takes a long drag of his cigarette, nearly burning it halfway to it's filter.

PB: Will somebody shut that fucking brat kid up! Hey! Hey Seigfried and Roy! Quit listening to Cocksucker Blues in the back and come tame your fucking commie baby before I do what her mommy probably did and leave her ass in a trash can outside!

Just as the unnerved and on edge PB begins to turn to shout in the baby's direction, the film skips once more to reveal the deer in headlights demeanor of PB, his lips trembling as the audio from the previous video comes from somewhere off camera. He looks at the camera man, afraid and quivering.

PB: W-was that...me?

Camera Man: Yeah. We came in awhile ago and you completely flew off the handle. After you started yelling at the kid we left.

PB: I....I don't-

Camera Man: We were surprised when you called us back with a more pleasant demeanor. That's kind of why we brought the entire crew this time instead of just the usual me flying solo. You've been quite the double sided coin lately, Andy.

PB: Oh god, Bo, Tye, Angel...I, I didn't mean any of that. I've got to apologize to them or do something. I-I don't know what came over me.

Camera Man: You honestly don't remember any of it do you?

PB: No...

Camera Man: They called the front office concerned. They heard all of the commotion with you and the kid and came in to find you out cold on the floor. We were kind of surprised to find you up and about when we came in, much less playing with the little girl. You...you really laced into that little kid.

PB: Oh god...

Camera Man: Like, the stuff on the video? Not even the most offensive thing you said. PB, maybe you should go get an MRI or at the least an IMPACT test before getting back into the ring, much less getting back in the ring at Pain For Pride where there are multiple bodies and weapons that could jeopardize your-

PB: NO! I-I mean, I will...after Pain For Pride.

Camera Man: I don't know man, you've seemed to have put this off for a long time.

PB: I know, but I have to do this man. Just this last run at the Omerta, for Tony and for me. Drake, Jones and-

Camera Man: Maaaybe let's not say their names so much. You seem to start to fade in and out of fugue state when you bring them up like that.

PB: Yeah..yeah, not around the kid anyway. Oh god, I mean I said some horrible stuff man. I don't feel that way about Bo, Tye, or the kid. I love them, they've been like a family to me. I mean I...I never really had a father figure, and while Bo and Tye never really filled that role for me,they're like uncles ya know?

Camera Man: Listen, I'll keep this under lock and key until after the free-per-view, but if you keep acting this way man...I mean, I don't know. The last time you did this kind of crap you broke my camera.

PB: Yeah, yeah I'm sorry. I'll...I'll pay for it.

Camera Man: Okay dude. We're out then.

PB: Yeah, OK.

Camera Man:...

PB:...huh?

Camera Man: You going to be OK man? You seem entirely too, I don't know, calm about all of this.

PB: No man, I'm mortified...haha...see ya.

The camera rests on Pizza Boy putting his face in his hands. It seems as if the feed freezes for a moment as he sits with his head buried in his fingers before suddenly, almost in an abrupt jolt, his head perks up with a confused expression plastered to it. He absentmindedly digs into his pocket, stops when his fingers find something in particular, and slowly raises it up into camera's view. He studies it like a child finding an old almost forgotten toy.

PB: How'd that get in there?

PB flips it open, lights it lightening quick, before snuffing it out just as fast by slinging the lid shut on top of the flame. He does this a few more times in rhythm, smiling on with a self-pleased grin as he continues popping off the lighter trick over and over again. On about the third go,the lighter slams shut and the camera cuts to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 21st 2016, 11:39 pm by **Lioncross**

I already bought my plane tickets for a nice vacation. I was going to take my wife to the mountains up in Canada during Pain For Pride weekend; anything to get away from the sweltering heat of June and July. Standing in it is only outdone by one thing, and that's wrestling in it. It'd be insane to try anything like that in Florida in the summer unless IV hydration is legal and available. Yet, here we are. And I'm ready to choose this insanity over the snow of the Canadian Rockies.

Yes, I'm confident. This whole "you haven't been impressive" shtick by James Shields is one of his many pathetic attempts to get into my head. Ms. Extreme and Evan were good opponents from back in the day, and they remained good, despite not wrestling in the brightest of lights for a while. They're better than some of the guys I'll be facing this week in the battle royal. And a $100,000 bounty on my head? I want to compete at Pain For Pride so badly; that's the only reason I won't simply jump over the top rope, cash his check, and make him look like the fool he is for considering keeping me away from this event. That doesn't matter. Each one of my opponents can try for a payday by getting rid of me. That won't work. Everybody can try to take me out at once and split the money. That won't work.

Nothing any of you try will work. You'll have to SHOW me that you're even several steps below my level - that is, any good at all. Some of you have wrestled in EAW for a long time, and I've passed you on the EAW ladder. Some of you have joined as the bright young prospect looking to pass me in the same way, and you've failed. Show up and do good. Show up and do decent, for the love of God. Make me think that for a second, I might not be able to qualify for Cash In The Vault because I'm hanging on the ropes. You'll all try. You'll all fail.

I know I'm not being a nice guy right now, and I haven't been one for weeks when it comes to my opponents. That's simply because you're all in my way. You all are preventing me from stopping an attempted robbery by James Shields, and you will all pay for being associates to a criminal act. Piff Fumador, I know you don't come in to work looking to be that, but that's who you are. Accept it. That'll help you realize that everything that will happen on Showdown is nothing personal, but it isn't business, either. It's justice. It's saving James Shields from his own insanity. It's the right thing for EAW.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 21st 2016, 11:09 pm by **Cage.**

I do come to you, in good faith and with open arms in this return to this company. Asking not for you to place your lips to my ass, but for your respect. I've taken a lot of things for granted in my life that has led me to be in the situation I am now. Keep your pity, I never wanted anyone to feel sorry for me when my family was taken from me, I certainly don't want you to have your heart crying for Diamond Cage and his issues with drugs and booze and boo-hew. I don't need your pity, it doesn't put championships around my waist, it doesn't put food on my families table. I now know and realize what men like Mr. DEDEDE have to deal with whenever they finally return to the company that they helped build, they get slandered and vilified with this constant claims of being whats “old”. If I was this old trash, I like to consider you the stray dog digging into this trash looking for a bone, maybe Diamond Cage is that bone you've been looking for you hungry bitch. Maybe I am the bone you've been starving and digging through peoples trash and scaring peoples children with your ugly mug for, but maybe I am animal control that is going to take food off your plate. You need to realize exactly who you are dealing with, you aren't fighting a man is trying to prove he can still go, my body hurts and is war torn but I am not a figment of the pass. I am not this who entered a time machine trying to test my craft against young bucks like yourself as if my name is Lou Thesz. I don't need your forgiveness because you are not a factor man, who are you to forgive me? All you are to me is a co worker, you wasn't here when I was doing what I was doing, running through people left and right trying to get ahead in this company, you wasn't here when I got fired and was eating tuna fish and rice cause I had little to no money TRYING TO BE A PRO WRESTLER! You had it easy man, you don't know the pain of loss. And the pain of loss is what turns men into champions, albeit you have a championship but really are you the champion or are you just the title holder? Because when you lose it does something to a man. Losing everything can either make a man crumble and never heard from again or losing everything can make a man want everything so badly he'll do something like sacrificing his flesh and blood to get ahead in this industry. Maybe I am a loser, maybe I am a piece of trash, but I'm a piece of trash who has been welcomed to the dance plenty of times and I'm the same piece of trash who said “in your face jerks” when I accomplished every single thing they said I couldn't. What's wrong with being here for me Carson? You aren't here for the company right? Don't tell me your a company jerk off now? Were all here for our selfish reasons and anyone who tells you they aren't is lying. This is a selfish business and this is shark infested waters. You can either kill or be killed and I've done my fair share of damn near killing myself to hurt another man, that's what it takes to survive and for the past couple of years I've been surviving. Every time I've been written off, every time I've had to take a sabbatical,I wasn't just fighting people like you who are constantly buzzing in my ear like a fly, I was fighting me, I was fighting the world. There is no salvation for me, I've come to terms with it. I've accepted it that no matter how many battle scars I wear on my body, no matter how much blood I spill with these hands and no matter how much it's clean after I wash my body of it. It will always be there, I'm on a first class trip straight to hell Carson. I do not care. It's too late for me to be a saint now, I might as well continue doing what I was doing and what was making life for me and my family better and that is entering any arena where my services is needed and doing what I do best and that's fight till I can't fight anymore. I didn't take my ball and go home, I took the ball, ran with it and then someone stole it from me. And then, I left, see your knowledge is wrong of me because I defended that EAW Championship like my life depended on it. I did whatever it took to keep it and damn it if the one thing these people look at me as is a champion then damn it I am their champion.

If you people believe in failing and dusting yourself off and fighting with every ounce of blood, sweat and tears then ladies and gentleman I am your champion. I am the champion of the common man, I am the champion of the blue collar, I am the champion of the middle class, because I am those people. And with being one of those people I've shown that there isn't any bull crap, there isn't any act of god, devil. It didn't matter, NOTHING WOULD STAND IN MY WAY OF ME GETTING WHAT I WANT. I showed that the common man has a chance to succeed in a world where they only select a few and who they want to be the man. And yes it's true, I feel disrespected because I'm not blessed with the same opportunities as those men who returned around the same time I did, but I am use to it because I go out there and apply my trade and bust my ass, first one to arrive, last one to leave. Like I said, I'll fight, I'll scratch, I'll claw, tooth and nail to get back to the top of the mountain. And while there's people here who wanna cut my fingers off. Damn it I am relentless in my pursuit of taking back what is mine, what I deserved, what I earned. A man like you talks so much of this ball that people carry, this glass ceiling yet you've never had this “ball” in fact you don't know what is like because you think since you have the Pure Championship draped on your shoulder that it's only a matter of time before you apply your trade to move higher and higher in the ranks of EAW. They all think it's easy carrying this company till they finally have to carry this company with every man trying to take what you've busted your ass for, what you have sacrificed family, life and limb for. Oh how fools think. Laughable. Good question man, why am I even here? Why do I pack my bag and get on the road and travel to do live event after live event, and do TV show after TV show. It's simple, the fire still burns to be the man around here. Gasoline keeps pouring and the red blood cells are flowing through my veins like a damn machine, I live for this business, I am this business. AND THAT IS THE TRUTH CARSON! Vets of my time still run through this company, a vet of my time is Hades. Why isn't he taking your spot Carson? Or a veteran like Tyler Parker or Devan Dubian? Why aren't they taking opportunities from the hardworking men who have been here day in and day out working to the biggest show in our industry. The reason why men like you and me are on a different level from the world and my men like you and me are on a different level in terms of our careers. You think you got this shit figured out, you think you know everything about the fucking world and the man your facing. Yet you don't know a damn single thing. Either way Carson Ramsay, Starr Stan is retiring regardless and it isn't going to be because you beat him which is a lot easier said than done. It's going to be his decision, that's what this whole retirement tour is for. So then let's say you do beat Starr, you'll walk around the locker room like your shit doesn't stink just basking in your own foolishness saying “ I RETIRED THE BEST PURE WRESTLER IN ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING, MY STAR WILL SHINE BRIGHTER” No Carson, Starr is retiring on his own accord and you are just the man he settles to end his career with, they won't look at you as the man who retired Starr because Starr is doing it his way and you simply are just going to be a trivia question. “Hey who did Starr Stan fight in his final match for EAW” your the trivia question, Starr is the legend. And I'm not blowing smoke up Starr's ass because I didn't just beat Starr Stan. I MADE STARR STAN TAP OUT, I MADE HIM QUIT! The man with the most submission victories in EAW and I Diamond Cage broke his spirit. This warm up is more of playing with fire and thinking I can't get burned and that's what you are doing. And yes, I wasn't here for it but I'll take your word for it, you won the Pure Championship in a span of five months of your time being here, and yes maybe you've added to your stock since then but whatever your lame ass shtick is of trying to be the antagonist in this story is nothing compared to my legacy. See that's the difference between a young buck like yourself and old bull like myself, you have a “run” that's what your career is Carson, a run. My career is a legacy, and you have no right to speak on my legacy because you have no legacy. I mean considering who I am does it look like I have plan for tomorrow night on Turbo? Because honestly I don't, I go off when the fight starts. And when the fight starts Carson. I'm always willing to take two just to give my one best shot that will finish the match. You look at me as a stepping stone, I promise you are going to get tripped up and fall on your face.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 21st 2016, 10:23 pm by **'Hollywood' Piff Fumador**

Piff needs another chance; Piff has something to prove.

Ay dios mio! Not only has Piff failed his familia, his friends or anyone who ever believed in him – Piff failed himself. Everyone who said EAW’s Finest Strain is nothing but a joke was proven right when he lost his title in his first defence against Jimmy John Silva, and there’s nothing Piff can do… The admiration of the fans and the respect of the wrestlers is all that Piff wanted, because all Piff has ever done since he got to EAW has been downplayed and ridiculed by everyone because of his lifestyle choices. Maybe he likes a toke, smoke and joke… Puff, puff, pass back to Piff. All the white rhino or blueberry kush in the world couldn’t energise Mr. THC enough to retain his New Breed Championship. People take the Pizza Boy seriously, but not Piff? Maybe it’s because he actually wins matches, and EAW’s Finest Strain isn’t living up to that nickname. But now the stakes are, should we say… Higher? Piff has another chance to qualify for the Cash in the Vault ladder madder match at Showdown Brodown on Showdown, but he’ll return to that after this Wednesday’s Turbo. Piff needs another chance; Piff has something to prove. In a bizarro twisto, your boy Piff is teaming up with Venom against Erica Ford and Azumi Goto in a tag match. What happened to El Landerson? I know the sitch, Venom wants to get involved with the New Breed title and Jakey Jake Silva will be on commentary, and Piff is telling you right now; he wants HIS New Breed title back. There is no way EAW’s Finest Strain is not getting it back. Piff has to prove the naysayers wrong because he’s been doing nothing but talking the talk and has yet to walk the walk. Venom, we’re gonna face off down the line, but tomorrow we have to come together and show that we’re both worthy of representing the New Breed of EAW. But just know, that Piff wants nothing but to get his title back, and will stop at nothing to toke his way to the top. With the power of the ganja, Piff will become the ringmaster. Piff needs another chance; Piff has something to prove. Azumi, Ford, don’t come and step to Piff thinking you have a chance getting up after a Kush Coma Enziguri, or a 420 Splash. It’s the move that put down both Brayden Cruise and Maxwell Dachs, and if only Piff got it in on Jizzy Jack Silva he would still have the New Breed title around his waist as he sits here smoking on a blunt of the finest cheesy green. Piff will say his piece about this week’s Showdown after this tag match at Turbo tomorrow, but one thing’s for sure - EAW’s Finest Strain is NOT a joke, and if the punch line is laying out Jenny Jane Silva and getting his New Breed title back, that’s the joke that’ll have to be told.

Piff needs another chance; Piff has something to prove.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 21st 2016, 10:07 pm by **Carson Ramsay**

It never ends with you, does it?

In this life, the core lesson to take heed of is that nothing's forever. Life itself ends for each entity inhabiting its land, the ways may vary and the pain scale may favor a youngster over an elder but the end result is the same. We all perish, everything we hold dear to our hearts will perish and we're rendered helpless at the thought to do anything about it because it goes beyond our capabilities. And that always should remain the case. Otherwise, if a man is granted the power to freeze time and save his life or that of his deceased loved ones; a disruption will ensue in all shapes and fields. The equilibrium that was carried out upon the death of that man or his loved ones will rotate endlessly in a desperate attempt of adjusting to the abrupt change. Sadly, such process is doomed to fail from the get-go so it's best to maintain the initial equilibrium and accept that death and change do no go seamlessly with one another. However, it's possible and sometimes even encouraged to implement the latter in a myriad of other worthwhile activities. For instance, a change in the mentality of those who adopt a sour view of everything around them; or a change in the personality of those who want all treats and golden platters to be served at their feet whenever they are around; or a change in the way that truth is received and reality is borne by those who ceaselessly dwell on their past like glorified hasbeens...You get where I'm going with this? Of course you do, who else could not only trace along all those three patterns at once but do so in complete oblivion of it all. Diamond fuckin' Cage has spoken again, ladies and gentlemen. No...you know what? Slap a line crossing that sentence. He may have taken a while inbetween to air his grievances elsewhere, but his speeches are ridiculously similar to one another that it compels me personally to think about it as a big old monologue altogether serving one purpose. I've gotta give the devil his due though, he has quite the way with words. I've heard stories about it and although the first time he's mentioned my name, he didn't necessarily give me a concrete proof of it, I'm now convinced. The philosophical approach to the mightiest conundrum ever unearthed by mankind of who exactly are you as an individual was a nice touch, if only you were as sincere about popping the question as you are about answering it. Who is Diamond Cage? Is he crazy or is he sane enough to choose that path over any other? Does he have it in him to rectify all the wrong that he has committed towards everyone who's ever known the man or is he still more inclined to rot with it to the end of his miserable existence? Has he dusted off the failure that he's met with whenever he glances at a mirror or will the disappointment of his family, friends and that very SAME reflection still weigh heavy on his brittle shoulders, Inquiries are easy to stab open, DC but I don't think you've actually responded to a single one of them. Instead you went on a heartwarming rant again, listing your struggles and what you have to done to be here; AGAIN. But now I know why, the instability of your thoughts and they way you go about mouthing them. The essential reason behind your current, fucked up situation lies in your fucked up choice for a post-EAW life plan. Booze and drugs with a side of family abuse every couple of days, like that excuse hasn't already been abused to expiration. Am I supposed to pity you, DC? Is this you trying to get everyone to forgive and relieve your name of all the shit that you have dipped it into? That in itself is pretty pitiful, I'm not going to lie. But you're still convicted my man. You're still the same trash of old who would sacrifice his own flesh and blood to accomplish your own vendettas and to bask in the limelight even for a brief second. Your hands will never not bear the scars of your wretched past and the longer you delve into everyone else's role in it without touching on your own, the deeper those scars will go. You took your ball and went home and now that you are back, you're questioning why the powers that be didn't welcome you with a handful of championship shots and main event opportunities? Just because the fans still see a champion in you, that doesn't necessarily mean you still are or worth the trust to be one. They and heck even you may perceive yourself to be some sorta' special wildcard that can never be replaced or surpassed but DC, I see right through the hogwash. You're not special, not anymore at least.

At a certain point in time a couple of years ago, I might have given the idea some thorough observation but not in today's world. Not when I've come to know the Diamond Cage of today, albeit on such short notice. You might have "carried" the company on your back for most of your previous tenure even with the curse of injuries never leaving your side and that, if proven, is a plausible milestone to your credit. Still, when you use that argument to propel the same old song of not getting paid off enough for it, you kinda' blow your whole stance out of the water. You were never there, DC. You sowed the seeds but was never there to reap them. It's as simple as that, quite repetitive at this stage though but hey! It's not as if Cage indulged anything new these past couple of days, or else I would have already picked up on it. Nevertheless, I'm glad the DC of this age is finally allowing reality to smack a couple of checks on him; this is indeed NOT you era, Mister Sadistic Entente. Your era has long passed and while some of its cornerstones may have been successful in the transition to present time's Elite Answers Wrestling, most of them haven't. Which makes me wonder why exactly ARE you doing around here, if this is an era that you don't belong to? An era that makes your intestines twirl for not abiding by your standards? On second thought, I will answer that for you; it's because of your giant ego. You described it as a veteran treatment but I beg to differ. Veterans of your time still roam the corridors of the company and they rarely are accused of taking someone's spotlight. You however, you come back so close to the grandest event of our industry to a place that you already know has changed over the course of your absence. If that doesn't qualify as a feast for a wounded pride, I really don't know what can. I say wounded pride, wholeheartedly recognizing your statement of now being 100%. No more sidelines, no more ache filling your brain and bones and no more play second fiddle to others, right? Diamond Cage's path of rage is IN FULL FORCE, which leads me to wonder; is that supposed to scare me? Is your supposedly rejuvenated self supposed to send chills up my spine as my chances of beating you at Turbo shrink extravagantly from outta' the blue? Pal, I'm Carson Ramsay. I may not be as keen on expanding much upon my past as you are but if you think drugs and alcohol is the peak of a man's struggle, you haven't put on my shoes. With that said, I don't care if your path of rage is at a 85%, 100% or an infinity; you're still covered in skin so you're still very much prone to gushing red. In other words, since you want to talk vocabularies, fear is nonexistent in mine. I'm not afraid of you right now nor was I afraid of you when you came back. I comprehended your motive as soon as the news befell my ears. So no, I'm not scared of you, Stan or Diamond taking my spot because my path to greatness will forever be carving lines through Elite Answers Wrestling regardless of the names that step on it. Slightly irritated, perhaps and for good reason. All in all though, I don't care because as soon as this week comes to a close and I walk into Pain for Pride with two back-to-back victories against former world champs, the feeling will wear off. Whereas for you DC, the variety of bitter emotions consuming you will forever be a thorn in your side; as long as that dim-witted perception of yours continues to exist. It's funny though, isn't it? That I'm set to face and try and beat a man at his own game at the same event that you achieved that same goal on, against the same bald-headed olymic hero no less. Add that to the striking similarities that we both seemingly share, the only thing left for the cylce to run a full loop is me having the same outcome at Pain for Pride 9. And trust me Cage, I will stop at nothing to outshine you even in victory. You may have defeated Starr Stan, but I'm RETIRING him come PFP. All I'm allowed to do now is wam up while always standing a position of patience. And I don't mean the patience that you twisted up the essence of to make me look like another sheep in the herd, DC. I'm not patient in regard to awaiting the higher ups to throw me the bone, if I was I wouldn't have won the Pure title in the span of five months since arriving; with those five months spent bedecking my stock in the company with main event matches and career-defining moments. The type of patience that I heavily encourage you to be DC is the one that could've saved your career thus, your life. Chomp at the bit for a chance but never throw your arms in the air when the ball doesn't instantaneously come rolling your way. I have understood that the hard way both in EAW and prior to that. Which brings me back to you Cage, that kind of patience doesn't stand a chance of flourishing with you my friend. That is why you are starting from zero while the people that you ceaselessly talk down to ascend to the top; people like me. Tomorrow night, I put this nagging conflict to rest by putting YOU down. A week for Saturday, I do the same to one this business' greatest ever. A vast space of differences separates you and Stan but don't worry, your fates upon facing me will unite under one fateful defeat.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 21st 2016, 9:19 pm by **StarrStan**

As we approach the biggest match in Xavier William’s career, we draw closer to the last match in my own. It’s inspiring, how much you’ve grown in the past three years Xav. I remember when you were a sick little Toxic. I remember facing you in the dawn of your career on Dynasty. You had a lot of heart and a huge amount of raw talent but your youthfulness cost you by the end of the match and I inevitably had you tapping out to the ankle lock. But you put everyone on notice that night. Everyone started to keep an eye on you and you even caught enough attention by Dark Demon to be taken under his wing. And of course like all the great Hall of Famers, which you will soon be one Hall of Fame Champ, you used Dark Demon to sky rocket your career even further than he had taken you. I know the move, I’ve done it countless times throughout my career. In the span of two years you sky rocketed to Cash in the Vault holder, two time world champion, Hall of Fame Champion, Pain for Pride headliner and as we approach the greatest Pain for Pride in EAW history, you’re going up against the greatest wrestler in EAW history. Now that’s all debatable, “The Best in the World vs the Best Ever.” I’m sure everyone calls you out on it. Hell, I called the last three guys who used the nickname “The Best in the World” out on it too, so I’m sure you get shit for it every time someone picks up an opposing mic. I know it’s a cute nickname and it sells t-shirts, but you’ve got to go out there every night and prove that you are truly the best in the world. It’s not about how many times you can say it, it’s about how many times you prove it. For the past eight years, I’ve proved night in and night out that I am the most elite wrestler this company has ever seen. I am the definition of elite, the prime example of technical wrestling, the original wrestling machine. See, I can go on and on because I’ve backed it up. Tell me Xav, what exactly are you the best at? “Wrestling,” is such a broad term. You can’t possibility be the best technical wrestler. I can think of 5 guys behind me who could outwrestle you on the mat and make you tap, just like I did to you when you were a rookie. There’s countless guys stronger than you, faster than you, even better on the mic, so please what makes you the best in the world? My old pal Drastik used to use that phrase, and every time he said it his one week world title reigns would end. I’m not saying you’re not good, or even that you’re not great, but the best? And what, you think because you’re entering the Hall of Fame at the prime of your career, that the already established Hall of Famers are going to start laying down for you? This is Starr Stan’s retirement tour, not Starr Stan’s jobber tour. Forget about what this tour was about, because the only thing that has been on my mind since Voltage has been getting the fuck out of this company with the Pure Championship dragging behind me. Now, I’m not going to pull any unoriginal Drastik moves, and really I’m not going for anything as prestigious as HRDO, I’m just going to go out there at Pain for Pride and do what I’ve done best for eight years, wrestle. I am the purest form of wrestling this company has ever seen, and when I prove that one final time at Pain for Pride I’m kissing that title and this company goodbye. That was the only thing on my mind, up until the point I saw that my Showdown farewell match was against you, Xav. If you think I’m just going to throw my cane to the side and lay my old ass down for you, you’re dead wrong. You should hold off on worrying about Mr. DEDEDE and start worrying if you’re even going to be able to put pressure on your ankle Sunday morning.

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