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Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 4:27 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

HEATHERS -- MIAMI, FLORIDA.

“Real life sucks losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.” -- Winona Ryder as Veronica Sawyer in “Heathers” (1988).

I see right through you, HBG. You’ve never been more transparent than you are now. Your inability to get the job done and keep the Vixens Championship from my grasp has stirred up feelings of irritation that you couldn't have kept from bubbling to the surface. You weren’t strong enough. You weren’t woman enough to get your version of events to pass, and you’re scrambling to keep your feelings of inadequacy from being painfully apparent...but it’s too late. Every word you’ve spoken over the last month or so has all the trappings of a past-her-prime prima donna who’ll do anything and everything to hang onto the spot she thinks is hers. You've thrown everything at me, verbally and physically, and now you’re backed into a corner, because “everything” just hasn’t been enough. You can't give anymore than your absolute all, can you? I saw this all coming. I waited for you to finally speak ahead of our meeting at Pain for Pride, but I didn’t necessarily wait with bated breath. Everything you said this go-‘round, I’ve heard from you before. You keep doing your damnedest to tear me down, because it hasn’t sunk in for you that I’m not nearly as fragile as you’ve made me out to be. You scream stories of my so-called inferiority from the rooftops hoping that someone other than you will co-sign, BUT NO ONE WILL. Jesus Christ, part of me almost wishes we could fast forward past Pain for Pride weekend. Part of me kinda wants to forego it all -- the culmination of a childhood dream, the bright lights, my inevitable win -- just to spare myself all of your usual garbage. EVERY time we meet, it’s been the same thing. EVERY time I’m a proposed obstacle in your path, you’ve rolled your eyes and tried to wave me off. Now, I wouldn’t be able to poke holes in your bitchy modus operandi if your words rung true every time, but that’s not the case. If every one of our run-ins was some one-sided encounter, well, there wouldn’t be much that I could say, right? If you were undefeated in matches against me, then I suppose I’d be on the fourteenth of my fifteen minutes of fame, but more often than not lately, you’ve been wrong. And yet, you copy and paste the same shit time and again with minimal changes. Well...I’ll give you a teensy bit of credit, this latest shpiel was more Heather Chandler than Regina George. The venom was practically seeping outta you this time around, and you weren’t nearly as cool, calm, and collected as someone who had the likes of Cady, Gretchen, and Karen underneath her thumb. No, because that would’ve meant you were in control. That would’ve meant you were holding all the cards, but who am I kidding? You can’t even get ahold of the Vixens Championship. So no, your speech, to me, didn’t reek of a queen bee who was waiting to play some flawless hand and render my poker face useless. You sounded like you didn’t have all your ducks in a row, like that self-doubt you tried and failed to instill in me might be eating away at the back of your mind. I don’t care about your armor made of self-confident claims, because you wear it all the time. I’ve rendered it ineffective before, when it mattered. So if I were you, I’d reformulate my battle plan. I’d alter my strategies a bit, because your mean girl fodder hasn’t necessarily proven to be the flawless weapon you thought it would be. We’re not in high school, HBG, and it’s a shame. I know that’s where you get all your source material from. This is real life, and here and now, the new Vixens you claim never to have listened to or considered threats are the ones running the show. It’s a shame I’ve gotta lay this out, because you’re not a spectator anymore, HBG. You’re right in the thick of things every single day, living out the realities of what being a Vixen today entails, and yet...you still talk the way you do. If you ever feel like you’ve been used as just a stepping stone for us younger women to prove ourselves, well...that’s what you’re on your way to becoming, if you don’t play your cards right. I bet you think it’s unfair. I bet you feel like you keep getting put into all these no-win scenarios with us younger girls. You feel like, as someone who's supposedly done it all and won it all, you're perceived as the one with the least to lose. So you run head-long into all of these "easy" encounters only to realize you're not as indestructible as you thought you were. You went from being the gatekeeper to just a test of strength, a marker in the road to be stepped over when we thought the time is right. I mean, your record in title matches against “rookies” like me is...0-2, right? Correct me if I’m wrong. You can’t turn every triumph of an adversary into a fluke, HBG. And the only thing that sweetens the deal this time around is that you won’t have Eris in the ring to eat punches for you. You won’t be able to pull any double-team moves or huddle together and propose ways to get rid of me, though it wouldn’t make much of a difference, because when it did boil down into a one-on-one scenario, I cost you everything. Don’t talk to me about ripping away dreams and having championship hopes go up in smoke WHEN I ALREADY DID IT TO YOU. That was almost as sweet as the win itself, knowing that I made sure your “grand” return to the Vixens division continued on as the bumpy ride and relative failure that it already was. You are the challenger here, but somehow I’m the one with my back against the wall? I'm aware of the stakes, and I'm aware of what I've got to prove. That doesn't serve to scare me; rather, it serves to motivate me. I’m not shaken, although that’s the impression you’re under. You don’t have what it takes to shake me to my foundation. YOU NEVER HAVE. You’ve had chance after chance after chance to turn me into a believer, and you’ve failed every time. All you want is for me to see myself the way that you see me, but it will never happen. You tried to get the job done before things got to this point, and I’ll give you credit for that. But if your tactics didn’t work when I was newer and had more to prove, why would they work now? You’re not unbeatable. I realize that I’m not either, but don’t forget which one of us came through in a big match scenario. Don’t conveniently try and bury my victory under layers of your pathetic attempts at self-preservation. When speaking of your fall in retrospect, you try and dress it up as a “slip up” or a “missed opportunity”.

No, you fucking lost. With the world supposedly in the palm of your hand, you lost. With your protegee caring more about you than her own title reign, you lost. When you thought you had me where you wanted me, you lost. When you could practically taste reign number four, you lost. On the kind of grand stage where you say you thrive, you lost.

AND YOU LOST BECAUSE OF ME.

Not that I needed it, but you might’ve lent me more of a helping hand than you realized. I mean, you came in with a serious handicap. Coming into a big match scenario with blinders on? Yikes. That’s like...breaking a cardinal rule. C’mon, you’re the veteran, you should know that! Keep your head on a swivel, never underestimate anyone, blah blah blah. I’m sure it’s the kinda thing you told Eris back when you were schooling her on how the game works, and God, it’s a sad thing when someone who’s supposedly experienced can’t even heed their own advice. How long do you plan on handicapping yourself? Forever? Fine. I have no problem making you eat your words over and over again. Like I touched on before, I get a pretty insane sense of gratification from dropping my doubters where they stand, and you’re no different. Come to think of it, you were never different. You were just someone else who expected me to just fall by the wayside when confronted with an adversary that thought they were too great for me to topple. You’ve always just been someone for me to get past. Not the beacon of perfection you said you were, or the immovable object you’ve proclaimed to be...just a person, and one who had the misfortune of simultaneously selling me short and standing between me and the prize I’ve always had my eye on. When you go back to being the measuring stick for the potential of the women in this company that you were five years ago, THEN and maybe then I’ll give your nonsense a free pass, but until then? Watch where the fuck you step. Remember who the titleholder is here. Choke down the fact that I’m not quite done ruining your pursuit of championship victory. I’ll hang onto this title at Pain for Pride through whatever means I see fit, and if it means reducing a Hall of Famer to nothing more than a name to be crossed off a list? Then so be it. I prefer you that way.

You’re no master thief, my dear. There’s no heist about to be pulled off in New Miami Stadium. This isn’t a matter of a deer in the headlights-esque newcomer about to be effortlessly knocked off by a savvy ring general. Once again, your ambition will get the best of you. Once again, your refusal to accept the reality of how great I will be your undoing. Your hopes of setting ablaze someone’s Pain for Pride dreams will have to wait for another year and another girl entirely, because I’m not the one. I’m not succumbing to the heinous will of someone who claims she’s been around the block, because on all of your trips down EAW Lane, you’ve never encountered anyone like me. Obviously. Or else I wouldn’t have proven to have your number. You’ve never dealt with anyone whose desire to hold gold and prove a point managed to eclipse yours. Nothing will burn, HBG, and certainly, nothing will burn at your hand. There’ll be sparks, though. Oh, you’ll go out in a blaze of glory. Your toppling will be done in spectacular fashion, and it’ll be one for the ages. Pain for Pride will be the reality check you desperately need, and after that, if you can bring yourself to stay in the division that’s proven you wrong at every turn, you can get to the back of the line. I’m sure I’ll get tired of beating you eventually. I've got no problem being a constant, painful reminder of just how great of a Vixens Champion I am.

Long may I reign.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 4:23 pm by **Christian Locke**

Oh Terry, you got me good! You continue to use my match against Starr Stan as an all-out attack — it's as if it's the only speck of dirt you have on me, shocker. Yes Terry, I already admitted I lost to Starr Stan, fair and square at Triple Threat. I made a fatal mistake. I didn't take him seriously because I saw what everybody continues to see and that is a declining legend. But to his credit, he gave me everything he had. He found the fountain of youth. He had tricks up his sleeves. For the first time in a long time, he was unpredictable, to an extent. In the end he crushed me with a Starrsault, a move he only uses when he's desperate, and as a result, he got the one, two, three. That was honestly the first legitimate loss I've suffered since I've been here. Now, with that loss, Terry is convinced I am no longer a threat in this match and he is sticking with the ridiculous theory that I'm an easy elimination that'll make him look good. Those are your words, are they not? Tell me Terry, if you were to eliminate me, god I just vomited a bit in my mouth at that thought, but if you were to send my ass flying over the top rope, why would that make you look good? Oh that's right, because I'm Christian fucking Locke. A man that is on the rise. The man that will stop at nothing until I set this wrestling world on fire, to cause it to crumble, to ensue chaos, while I watch the wreckage commence as I comfortably sit on my throne with your blood stained on my hands — that's why eliminating me would be noteworthy. That goes for anybody. Because tell me Terry, what happens after this 24/7 Battle Royal? About eighty percent of the competitors go back to fading into obscurity. If I'm being brutally honest, most of these men and women don't even deserve to have this huge platform to talk about why they are so damn special and why they'll go on to win this match — which they don't have a shot at doing, by the way. Win or lose, I'm still going to get my opportunities. I'm still going to go on to win titles. I'm still going to be involved in interesting and heated feuds because A, I rub people the wrong way and they want to force me to shut my yapper and B, because I'm valued. I create magic, Terry. I create buzz! I bring in money! What do you offer? What makes you different from the other meatheads that think their brute strength alone will catapult them up the card, but in reality, will never escape the basement? Guys like you are forever opening acts. If I recall, I said “rather I win or lose”, don't twist my words. Don't think I'm trying to soften the blow if I lose at Pain for Pride because that's not a possibility. Because you see Terry, only one man or woman will be right. Everybody scurries around, trying to provide the general public with proof or overwhelming evidence on how and why they'll win. They think this match is in the bag for them. Those are all lies, however. There is only one truth and guess what Terry? You’re looking at him. I guess what I was trying to get at is that most of these elitists need this win more than I do, so they can escape the bubble. Their career hangs in the balance. They need a big win. They need to show management a reason why they are worth a spot on their roster, whether it is Voltage, Showdown, or Dynasty. The point is I'm going to take away their PFP moment from them. I'm going to forcefully take it from their grasp, not in a gently manner, but more of like a pulling the rug out from under them kind of way. If that makes me a bad person, then fine. I can live with that.

Let's go back to you always bringing up my match against Starr because I think it's pretty obvious that's the only ammo you have on me. I could be a broken record too, Terry. I could talk about your match against the fake Starr on Battleground, but I won't. Once I make a point, I move on from it. I also could talk about past matches of yours that capture you in a bad light, but guess what? I can't. Because I don't remember any of them. When was the last time you had a singles match on a FPV? It's obvious that nobody wants to face you. Not because they are intimidated by you, but because you don't do anything for them. Oh look I beat Terry Chambers! A line nobody would ever brag about because it's not brag worthy in the first place. It does nothing for their career, mine included. With that said, let's do a lightning round where I cover a plethora of your lines. Let's start with where you said I choke on big stages. Because I'm a choke artist all of a sudden, I don't have a chance at Pain for Pride. You even said it yourself, I'm not a threat to you. Guys that are three feet can do more damage than I can — which was kind of an odd line to use, but then again you're an odd individual. I like how a majority of my opponents are trying to shrug me off, just calling me a snot nosed kid or an unproved rookie and dismiss me like it’s nothing. They say I'm not worth their time, yet they continue to talk about me, just like yourself Terry. When I say somebody isn't a threat to me, I truly mean it. I ignore them. I act as if they don't exist because they barely do, after all. So I wouldn't waste five minutes on them, like you did with me. I guess I will never get this logic because it's contradictory in its truest form. So sure, I'm not a threat guys. It's not like when we were in the ring last week, you didn't land a single finger on me or anything, while I got the better of you on two separate occasions. Next, you really do prove your low IQ when you commented on my crime remark. For those of you who forgot, I said I hope Terry never witnesses a crime and then has to pick out the criminal from a lineup, since he can't even tell when he's not wrestling the real Starr. His response? He would pick an innocent man or woman and send them to jail because that is his “not giving a fuck” attitude kicking in. Real mature Terry, real mature. Wouldn't expect anything less from you. Lastly you said you have never failed to keep your word. So I guess that means you said you were going to last two seconds in the Grand Rampage then? If you said you were going to win the whole thing or even make it as far as the final four, then guess what bud? You failed to keep your word. So just for the record, are you guaranteeing yourself the win this weekend? Because if so, then I'll just write that down for future reference, thanks.

Let's move on to Maero. Quick question everybody, raise your hand if you too have no clue who the fuck the Oz or Elise are? Oh good, I'm not alone. Now Maero, I listened to what you had to say. I heard and saw all of it. I even saw the violet, which I thought was going to be for me, so now I'm kind of disappointed. I also saw you have a jar with a liver in it. That's cool. Yet you thought I was the one trying to go out of my way to intimidate you? Love the logic there. You love fear! You want us to fill your core with that fear! Except, I don't really care. I don't care if my words or actions give you goosebumps or if it causes you to lose a second of sleep. Because you see, I already know you've been struggling to get some shut eye. How do I know? Simple, when that Elise girl asked if you would win at Pain for Pride, you said you have to because hey, I believe you when you say you've lost so much. But then you backtrack when you said you can afford another loss, but don't want to settle for one. You know what that tells me? You're already mentally beaten and now, at Pain for Pride, I'm just going to make it official. Out the trash goes! Next you said a few things that confused me. Before you say something like, “see I told you he doesn't have a brain”, I just want to say that I understand the words, I just don't understand the context. For example you said “Eclipse… I'm not Eclipse!” Who said you were? I never did. I also don't understand why you brought up Veena Adams? I just don't know man. But let's talk about Eclipse for a sec. I think I struck a nerve with this topic. I find it rather cute that you're so loyal to that man. Because when it comes to professional wrestling, which links you together in the first place, loyalty is often eradicated. But oh that's right, there will never be trust issues between you two because you were the third person to join Sanatorium! Yeah ONI was the second I guess, but he still got the boot. Erbos was the fourth one to join right? So who says the pattern doesn't continue? Who says Eclipse isn't more intrigued by his newer and shinier toy? Did he not pick him over you in his fight against Hades and Kevin? He clearly wanted to pick the strongest member from his family or alliance — whatever you guys see yourself as, but anyways, he thought he was the better fit. Now perhaps I’m just blowing smoke. Perhaps I'm trying to get in your head. But tell me, what stable has lasted forever in professional wrestling? It always ends the same way and that's one of the members grabbing an old rusty knife and carve it into the others’ backs. So who will do it first? For your sake? I hope it's you, but my money is on the well fed one. Meh, but what do I know? It could end in a happily ever after type of situation, where all parties involve agree to split and you hug it out!! That seems soooo possible. So for the time being, be what you want from that Charles Manson quote. A boxcar, a jug of wine, a bum — whatever! Just know that at Pain for Pride you'll be another causality. Nothing more and nothing less.

Then there is Nobi, who is still stuck on calling me names. Calling me a dwarf, a punk, a dummy. It's all kid’s play. Take it up a notch. Call me a fucking asshole. Call me a piece of shit! Tell me I should go kill myself! But to your credit, you know where to draw the line, while a different opponent of mine, clearly does not. So I'll give you credit there. Also, thanks for rambling about how you plan on eliminating me, I really mean it, but personally, I want you to leave it as a surprise, so you have no excuses when I toss you over the top rope. So what I'm getting at Nobi is I do not want you to cry afterwards and say something along the lines of, “it's not fair, he knew what was coming!” None of that. You are very stubborn, you know that? Oh my god, I'm small, there's no way I'm going to win this Battle Royal. I guess all of a sudden, Y2Impact is a giant because that's the only way he could have won the Grand Rampage, according to someone like you. No, he's not the biggest man in EAW and yes I know he is bigger than me, but do you know how he won that match? He had strategy. He visualized everything before it even happened. He was a mastermind. All of that. And just like him, I have a clear game plan and if something doesn't go exactly my way, I will adapt and I will find other ways to win. That's what it takes to be great and let me tell you Nobi, I am going to be fucking great. But sure, just stick with your ignorance for the time being. I bet you even have the outdated mindset of thinking that women can't beat men in this company. I can confidently say that vixens like Aria, Heart Break Gal, and so on could kick your ass. But until that day comes, I'll step up to the plate and do it myself.

Then there is JD Damon. I'm kind of bummed that you don't actually like me. I thought we were going to be best buds and sing by a campfire to celebrate my Pain for Pride victory later that night. So great, I'm sad now you selfish prick. But on a more serious note, yes, I took a liking to your compliments because you actually had the balls to confess what my other opponents are thinking, so kudos. Now JD, I expected more from you. Just like Dr. Cox expected more out of a different JD. Scrubs reference for the win. What I'm getting at is you decided to hit me with one of the most basic lines/threats you can use, yet you're the one bitching about your opponents not bringing much to the table? Get the fuck outta here with that BS. What's the line I’m talking about? You said if I get in your way, you will not hesitate to get rid of me. You do realize what you just did right? What you said is the equivalent of telling a kid not to press the red button or to tell John Goodman to not get seconds at a buffet. I'm going to stand in your way if you like it or not because I'll be honest JD, you are competition in a general sense but when I compare you to other imbeciles in this match, you are perhaps my toughest competition in the whole thing and if I want to go on and win this thing, I will have to personally eliminate you sooner rather than later. So why wait? Let the Titans clash already. Lastly there is Kenny Drake. I like your style man. It takes a bold man to wear a fur coat during the summer and glasses indoors. My respect for you just skyrocketed! Now, you compared yourself to a wolf and this battle royal will be a “wolves den.” I would've gone with a lion because that would make more sense, but hey, you do you. But sure, let's pretend you are the angriest and hungriest wolf of them all. And I would be terrified if it wasn't for the fact that your howl outweighs your bite. Because it is true, I haven't accomplished much, but neither have you. I guess you finally beat JD Damon in recent memory, so that's something, I think? Or I guess you gave Ares a run for his money? Sure, let's roll with that as well. But the sad thing is you've been here since October, while me? March. If I've been here since October, I would at the very least be defending a title of some kind or be a participant in the Cash in the Vault ladder match. So sure, I'm shaking in my boots when Kenny Drake is one of the favorites to win this battle royal. Don’t get me wrong, I think you do have talent. I think one day you will become something, but I'll remind you, like I've reminded everybody else in this match, your success will not come at my expense. Let me take this time to clarify something for you. You said I don't listen to anyone’s opinion! That's correct, to a certain extent. Yes, I said I don't listen to the outside world, which I followed up by saying because they have never stepped foot inside a squared circle. So I was clearly talking about the fans. As for my fellow elitists and vixens? Sure, I listen to their opinions. If I didn't? Guess what? I wouldn't be talking right now, I would remain silent for this entire week, but there's no fun in that. I want to poke the bear a bit first, you know? So like I said, I listen to guys like you, but I'm sorry that I don't treat it like its gospel. I treat it more like a poorly written comedy routine. The cringe is real!! But yes, I will say oh the horror at Pain for Pride, that you are right about — that is, when I lose all control and look down at all the bruised, beaten, and battered victims that ended up that way because of my own two fists. The celebration will be more satisfying that way at least. Well, it's been real you guys, but I must go.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 4:18 pm by **Bhris Elite**

Just don’t know when to quit do you? Nick why won’t you just stop already, everything you say it’s, it’s just so idiotic.   Want to know why I don’t have a Plan B because Plan B’s are for people who know they will lose. Plan B’s are for people who know they’re not going to win the match and like I told everyone from the get not only do we know Nick can’t win but he knows too. That’s why he has a plan b it isn’t about being smart of any of that shit. By the way the only ally I need is the one that comes with me to the ring. Yup the same one you immature not-funny idiots love making jokes about. As I explained about twenty times though he isn’t here for my safety. He’s here for yours. You never know when I’ll decide to go off the loose end and just stomp a mud hole into your head until I feel it’s necessary. He’s here to make sure he can stop me before I end up in jail for murder. Other than that allies are for the weak, I have no need for friends. There are no friends when it comes to this business because behind closed doors they want everything you have and after Pain for Pride I’m going to have a lot. So do you think I want a friend or ally knowing at any given moment he’ll turn on me? Nick is that smoke from all those pictures you burnt getting to your head? By the way I don’t what the point of that was. Like were you trying to be cool or creative? Well whatever you tried to do there it didn’t work it was boring I’ve seen that happen at least 10 times before and your just wasting fluid. However you should be used too failures at this point and you should be used to wasting things. Things such as you’re career Nick. You cold of been so good Nick you could have been a guy everyone looked up too… Only in one of those second tier companies of course.

I don’t think Rheagar or however you say this idiots name understands how big Pain for Pride is. He is talking like it’s just any other show like Dynasty or even Turbo. I don’t think he’s taking this seriously. Do you not understand how just important Pain for Pride is? It’s like the lady who interviewed Cameron said. This is our Game 7, this our Super bowl. Neither of those events have time for chumps like yourself so what makes you think an event bigger and better then both of those 2 combined will have time for chumps? You want to talk about evolving? Okay let’s do that, let’s talk about how last year some people actually considered you by this years’ time to be some sort of badass. To be some sort of monster and what did you do? You let them down you aren’t a badass you aren’t a monster. You were the one who didn’t evolve a matter of fact you did the opposite. You don’t deserve to be in this match, it’s a joke to guys who couldn’t get into this match.   You’re probably thinking right now “But I’m here anyway and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it”. Or something generic like that when in reality I’m going to make you wish you weren’t in this match. I’m going to make you wish you didn’t do that weak ass power bomb to your brother last year. I almost feel sorry for you man I honestly do. You thought by this years’ time you would be some top elitist. You probably thought you’d be in a Pain for Pride main event maybe going up against Scott Oasis. However you failed and the failures and the expectations you set for you keep on going wrong. Maybe it’s time to set the standards a bit lower. If not you will just keep letting yourself down and it’ll be time to bring in a new member of that shit Ventura family.

What’s poppin? Really Nas what are we some fake ass gang bangers. You know in Brooklyn where I’m from they don’t like people who’ve never been around a gun in their lives start using their terms. No I believe they got jumped or even shot for shit like that. However you don’t have to worry about that. A man like you will never step foot in Brooklyn. To scared for all of that that’s beside the point though.   Why am I going to waste time asking you questions at the Axxess when I can just ask you now? It’s not my fault you keep on dodging them giving me more of a reason to believe that the real Nas. Nasir Anderson isn’t what he pretends to be.   Do right by the family? You know what I have to say to that? Fuck you and your family. Fuck whoever decided it was a good job to birth you instead of signing those abortion papers.   Fuck whoever kept you in sports for so long making you believe you actually believe you’d be someone. When in reality you’ve been riding the bench forever. You claim that I’m destroyed when in reality I’m so far from that a lot further from being destroyed then you are from being triumphant.

It comes down to this guys. See I bought each and every single one of you a lottery ticket! I know the odds of winning these things aren’t great however the possibility you have of winning this is a lot better than the possibility of you winning at Pain for Pride. Hell I can name about 10 things you have a higher chance of winning or doing than win this weekend.

1. Winning the Lottery.

2. . Becoming President

3. Catching the EBOLA virus in the US.

4. Winning an Oscar

5. Winning a Grammy

6. Being blown up in a Michael Bay Movie

7. Saving the world from ISIS

8. Being entertaining

9. Or Triumphant

10. Getting laid

I can’t wait to see which one of you not-creative bastards try to copy my list and use it against me… Nick I’m looking at you. However though there it is guys. 10 things right off the top of my head. 10 things that are more likely for all of you then winning Cash in The Vault. 10 things you should all probably start focusing on now before it’s too late.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 3:53 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Pain for Pride #3

“6/27/16: Day 2” Part 2

(OOC: Turns out I'm breaking my promise.)

Scene opens with Azumi opening her eyes awake from passing out earlier in the day. She looks around and sees Manami, Nasir and Yoshida all around her.

Nas: Zumi, Hey are you alright? You had me worried.

Azumi: Don’t worry Nasir I’m fine.

Manami: (Goto we have to talk. Can you two give us some privacy? Azumi and I need to talk.)

Both Yoshida and Nasir walk out the room leaving Azumi alone Manami.

Manami: (So tell me what’s going on.)

Azumi: (My so called “Leader” in this match. She just doesn’t have any respect for anyone she isn’t friend. Hell she think she lead this division.)

Manami: (Does every Vixen respect her?)

Azumi: (The newer ones that are easy to bait in with this leader of the vixens crap do but not me. And it’s weird she calls me out for being worthless to this team. But she doesn’t know that those words are the fuel to my fire. All she is doing is making me train harder to wipe that smug look of her face. Sensei, isn’t it amazing that people like JJ & Tarah come by and call me for being worthless and a waste of time when I’ve proven myself to the world that I belong here as a wrestler. Amazing to think Tarah calls herself a real wrestler when I’ve worked for 5 years training, travelling and wrestling in Japan where we treat this business like a sacred sport. We are the ones making the headlines when it comes to the wrestling ring while what Tarah & JJ call “wrestling” is really a giant live drama.)

Manami: (So it this what you meant by “Your Wrestling” is the Puroresu Style. Azumi do you want to know the reason I chose you to take my crown? That moment where you stood up even with your body feeling pain all over you decided to stand up and fight. Azumi you’re passionate about Wrestling, many treat Wrestling as sport or a job while you treat it like a religion. You starting to mold into the very definition of Puroresu. A burning soul, a drive that can’t stopped and the way you treat this business. Remember if your teammates having their flair, looks, skills and fans, you can counter with heart. You’ve refused to be called “mediocre” and all I want you to do his push on. I’ve been called “mediocre” in my life but unlike you I just ignored them and moved on. Remember what you told me. You’ll refuse the fact of being called ‘worthless & mediocre’. Remember your family when you go out there and fight. And remember don’t just fight for yourself but go out there and fight for the Joshis all around the world. You’re our vanguard, you’re the one they are depending on to prove to the world. Now get up, your break is over. Get back to Training.)

Azumi gets off her bed and heads toward the door with a will to improve.

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A Training montage of Azumi starts with ‘Black Cadillac’ by Shine Down quietly plays in the background.

Azumi (V.O.): One the greatest honors of my life right now is to be the next ‘Goddess Of Purorusy’ a title that Manami-Sensei is willing to hand down to me. Another greatest honors was to be a Joshi in-general. Being the only Vixen to have a background in Strong Style is something I hold with pride, not even Cailin or Tarah can take that away from me. No elitist can claim to be a Master of Stong Style. I thought during this week I would focus on training and unlike some people I decide not to trash talk but since those idiots can’t seem to understand the idea of "Training over Trash-Talking". But since people want forced me to I will. It’s weird I’m one of those people you let their ring work do the talking for her.

Firstly JJ Silva, The Code of Greed. You’ve said a lot of shit about me haven’t you. Well time to pay you back. JJ, firstly how does it feel to be second place in Omerta like you were in The Iconomy. I hear it’s shit. I don’t know much about you since I could care less so really my insults are going to suck. First, I don’t care about you. Secondly, you call yourself a “WRESTLER”. Being MMA-Trained makes you a wrestler?(Laughs) All it does is that it makes you Dana White’s next signing and I hear he needs people to join UFC, Showing off your history to me won’t help. Last insult is I never thought of you as WRESTLER. BTW Instead of telling my kids how much of a great vixen I was. I’m going to tell them stories of their mother’s rise to success as a Joshi.

Next up Lucas Johnson. Lucas I’ve followed your run in EAW so far. Probably the only person on Team New Breed I have some respect. Being the Young Lions Cup holder places you on the map as a future champion. A guy who could you be the best grappler right now in EAW. It’s weird to think that the IWC wants to see an intergender match between us but I think it could also a lot of fun. What you think? “The best Grappler in EAW vs the best Striker in EAW”. But whatever they may call this match, I will win because of one reason. MY DRIVE TO WIN

Steph is next. Everyone knows the person that connects myself and Steph together. That person being Miss Manami. Manami trained you while I was working with the other young lionesses of JET at Dojos. People thought you were the one to get Manami’s crown and it would amazing if you did but instead something happened and she now wants me to take the crown from her. For those that don’t know what I’m talking about let me give you a quick history lesson. The crown I’m talking about is the right to be called the ‘Goddess of Puroresu’ or ‘ Puroresu no Megami’. It’s an honor passed down since the 70s when Joshi wrestling was being established. When I was told I was getting the crown, I felt sort of bad for you Steph. By now you were supposed to take that Crown but It seems I was given the opportunity instead. When Manami-Sensei hands it down to me, I will push forward to become the greatest ‘Goddess of Puroresu.

Lastly our “Leader”. Tarah honestly I despise everything you stand for because it insults everything about Puroresu/Strong Style stands for. You say I suck at wrestling. I think you’ve staring at DDD’s dick for too long cuz if you haven’t noticed I’m better when it comes to WRESTLING. Unlike you Tarah I grew up in front of a TV that showed actual WRESTLING instead American Live Dramas you call ‘sports entertainment’. If you feel like turning it this video and going back to self-promoting yourself. THEN DON’T!! I LISTENED TO YOUR BS AND You're going to listen to me. You can claim to be the ‘leader’ but I’m not like Kora or any of the Vixens working in developmental. No Tarah I’m someone who’s seen what kind of egotistical leader you are. The fact that you’ll hinder any Vixen’s momentum just to be at the top, you somehow got yourself into a title match at Triple Threat and the only reason was because you have a problem with Steph and you’re best friends with Cailin. At this moment every top vixen on the roster deserves to be Specialist Champion except you. You’ve had opportunities given to you because you’re Tarah Nova. You’re the so called the ‘Leader’ but you haven’t proven it to me. When you’re watching Horror movies with Carson, Aren, & Aria or when you’re showing off your merch. I’m making myself a better WRESTLER. Do you hear what I’m saying? I’m calling myself a WRESTLER. To fight, To Train, To Eat, Sleep, & Wrestle is what I’m good at. Unlike you Nova I spent the last year honing my craft while you haven’t changed since last year.

Last year while you were BURYING the rest of the division, I was driving my car from Okinawa to Tokyo for a match that I wasn’t being paid for. When you were in the Empress of the Elite tournament competing, I was training myself for the first 45 minute Iron Joshi Match in 20 years. When you screwed Madison out of her belt, I was fighting at the Tokyo Dome in front 40,000 people cheering me on for the opening match. That’s my WRESTLING. While you were knocked out from a death match, I was doing light-training for my second round match even if even if I risked my career knowing that even if I lose blood during this tournament people won't notice it unless I win. So listen carefully Tarah. Because right there that wasn’t Azumi Goto ‘The Queen of Puroresu’ talking to you. It was Ayumi Miyahara. That was the girl who spent 5 years making Azumi Goto a WRESTLER. The girl who watched Miss Manami matches with her Dad and younger sister hoping to be like her Idol.

The Queen Of Puroresu marches to PFP with the entire Japanese Wrestling industry behind me and I walk out as champion with the entire world with me.

I hate this catchphrase a lot but since I’m still in the mood for one last insult

YOU CAN ALL BELIEVE THAT

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 3:48 pm by **Nasir Escobar**

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO 6

Who Am I?

“Think back 5 years ago. Think of where

you’re at today. Think ahead 5 years and

what you want to accomplish. Be Unstoppable.”

After a few hours of rest and relaxation we are back here again. Ya Boi Nas is in the buildin preppin up for more fan axxess with all of his fans here in Miami! After the meet and greets with some of the millions...and MILLIONS of The Nas' fans, the workouts at the Uhealth Fitness and Wellness Center at the Civic Center just up the road from this sweet penthouse that The Nas will be staying at for the entirety of the week, and after all the training and preparing for this prize match, big fight that The Nas will be an entrant in...all The Illmatic One wants to do is lay down in his king sized bed, look up at the ceiling, and just think about what will occur in just a couple days. Hell will be upon us. Bodies flying, ladder climbing, and dissapointed losers cryin. Only one man will grab that guaranteed opportunity at any world title anytime he sees fit to utilize it. Who will gain the career changing briefcase? Who will catapult up to the top tier in EAW? Who will be launched directly to the moon into super stardom? With all do respect to my competiton...that oen man will be, "The Most Spectacular Man in ALL of E-fed History!" The only man who can captivate the entire world with the greatest of ease. The Next Gawd around here in the land of the elites, EAW! The Nas! Just what lengths will the The Nas go to to obtain that coveted briefcase? The once in a lifetime opportunity at becoming the man? A surefire shot at reaching the pinnacle of this profession? Quite simply...The Nas will do anything AND everything he's got to do. He's said it before and he'll say it again. This match is career defining for those that have achieved greatness. For those that have allowed this match to elevate them to the tip top, well just look at them huh? Look back now and tell me that The Nas isn't the main man you think of when you see all those guys. If anyone of us nine about to unleash hell on earth fit the mold for what has taken place in the past...it is ya boi, Almighty Nastradamus! Now let The Nas fill you in on something peoples. Even if The Nas is gonna have to put his career in jeopardy, it is what will happen. To join the likes of Zack Crash, Xavier Williams, and WWEFan among others!

Rhaegar...you cannot be serious right now? Well to be honest, if you were serious then you wouldn't be you, huh? So you think that The Nas is trying to make a fool out of you? Best Believe even if The Nas wanted to do that, he couldn't because you already beat him to the damn punch. "You are NOTHIN" Wasn't something that all of a sudden I made up for you. It is being said and directed towards you for a specific reason. You hands down have to be the most unimpressive competitor, man or woman that I have ever had the displeasure of being at the same event with. And I've worked alongside El Landerson of all people. And you set yourself up for that Rhaegar. No one puts you in that position other than you. Once you realize that, only then can you work to get out of that spot. You compare me to Super Mario? You compare me to a video game character? You think that I think this is just a game. To some degree...you are right. Sitting here entertaining your dumbass comments is just a game for starters. The fact of the matter is this Rhaegar, I still deal in reality. The reality is I will be the next gawd of this comany. Plain and simple. There really is no arguing or dispute. Because for every time I talk hella trash, I go down to the ring and back up every single one of my claims! Bitch who am I? Almighty Nastradamus, ALL SEEING AND ALL KNOWING!

Tig Kelly? Beat down!

Lioncross? Incinerated!

Phoenix Winterborn? Disintigrated!

Angelo? Smashed to pieces!

Rex McAllister? Forgotten!

Nick Angel? Erased!

Rhaegar? Obliterated!

Chris Elite? Destroyed!
The Nas? Triumphant!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 3:27 pm by **kennydrake**

PAIN FOR PRIDE IX - Part II

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Like cows to a slaughter…

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Line up, boys and girls! Get yourself ready! Pain for Pride NINE is a mere...ohhhh, I don’t have a watch… two days away! Ares Vendetta will defend his title in a Fatal Four Way...Scott Oasis defends HIS World Championship against Lucian Black...Carson Ramsay defends the Pure Championship against STARR STAN!….Cash In The Vault! Aria Jaxon takes on Heart Break Gal! A card stacked to the NINES…

But it all starts with me.

The 24/7 Contract Battle Royal. A mouthful, yes, but possibly the most important match AT Pain For Pride. Let’s look at this: Whoever wins can cash in on whatever champion....where they want...WHEN they want.

Does this seem like the kind of opportunity to waste on a Terry Chambers or a Liam Catterson? Does this seem like an opportunity that somebody like NOBI or Raymundo Rhyse can fully comprehend? DOES THIS SEEM LIKE THE OPPORTUNITY...FOR SOMEONE LIKE J.D. DAMON...TO TRY - AND FAIL - AGAIN?!

Or does this seem like an opportunity tailor made for The Saint of Killers?

It all comes down to intelligence. The mind. It’s not a matter of how many, but of which one. It’s not a matter of strength, but of where to strike..

It all comes down to seizing the opportunity…

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I don’t know if any of you fools have noticed this, but I - ME - I have not only been seizing opportunities, I’VE BEEN CHOKING THEM LIFELESS!

And Pain For Pride? The BIGGEST and MOST IMPORTANT NIGHT IN WRESTLING?!?

It’s not going to be any different…Kenny Drake will walk into the ring...Kenny Drake will dominate...Kenny Drake will walk out the winner. Ballgame.

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J.D. ... I think I choked you a bit too hard...well...you’re still breathing, so not hard enough...but you seem to forget that I CHOOSE to keep you around. I have said it many times before, you are JUST. Too. Much. Fun. Now, Damon, let me lay some facts on you: You beat me twice, and both times were for the Pure Championship. Facts.

But I BEAT YOU when it mattered most...when we were free of the confines and distractions of a Title match...when it came down to PRIDE and CLOSURE...I BEAT YOU!

And Pain For Pride? Your career.... Your livelihood… everything you’ve fought and scratched and clawed for… goes away. Cos when I personally throw you over that top rope...and your shitty little boots touch the mats… that’s it. No more chances to be “The Ultimate Disharmony”...no more “Purist”... No more. You go right back where you belong, boy.

The gutter.

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Now, Nobi. Aren’t you sweet? Look at what you have become. I remember when you first joined here...we went to a bar...you got….hm...YOU got a shit ton of expensive local beers and I had Cranberry juice...but what I remember most was the kind, soft-spoken young man. A young man EAGER to impress and excite. A young man who wanted nothing more than to be a symbol of Hope and Accomplishment for his home country...and now?

You’ve become one of them. Just another victim for me.

I would love to say, “Don’t worry, old chum...win or lose, we’re going for a beer.” I wish I could… I wish I could tell you that we’re going to be good friends for years to come, no matter the outcome….

But it would be a lie.

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I’d love to wear a rainbow everyday...and tell the world that everything will be ok… but I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back...till things are brighter...I’m the Man In...Black.

The truth is? Nothing will be the same. Friday, it is left in FATE’S HANDS, and on MONDAY? MONDAY, no matter what...a NEW Kenny Drake emerges…

And the Wolf hunts…

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Tick. Tock.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 3:17 pm by **Ares Vendetta**

Sticks and stones.

A barking, snarling dog on a chain might intimidate any lesser man, but I believe we both know I’m not one unfamiliar with you. I know that when you’re unhooked from your chain, all of the barking ceases, and all of that bravado goes away in favor of your desperation. You’re a fighter, there’s no doubt about it. I’ve battled you numerous times, and yet, not once have you ever been the man to walk out of those conflicts. You curse my name for what I’ve done to you, and you’ve repeatedly assured me that I would pay for it in spades, and yet, here I am, waiting. Waiting for you to prove those words true. Pain For Pride seems to be where it will all culminate - your threats, your intentions, your wish to take the Answers World Championship and leave me lying in a pool of my own blood. Only, I’ve heard these words all too many times. Not just from you, but from anyone that feels as though I’ve wronged them. As though I’m just so cruel that I’m the only man capable of doing what I’ve done in order to take what’s mine. You sing a song that I’ve come to know all too well, and I will not entertain it for even a moment. At Triple Threat, you assured me of the same things. You promised me the same things. You guaranteed me that I would be broken, I would lose the Answers World Championship, and you would have your revenge. But I supposed revenge only comes at the most convenient times, doesn’t it? Tell me, when you once more fail to dethrone me at Pain For Pride, when will my supposed imminent defeat come next? Days? Months? Years? How long must I give you the benefit of the doubt and allow you to share the same ring as I, breathe the air I breathe, and challenge me despite how many times you’ve failed and just how fruitless all of your laboring is. Your words are wind, and I don’t need to step inside a ring at Pain For Pride to know it. It’s a miracle you can even see me, mongrel, with just how blinded you are. Blinded by your fallacies and blinded by your desperation to take what you will never have. Perhaps a day will come when you can see once more. Perhaps in the future, your vision will no longer cloud and you will realize just how lonely you are. I will not be anywhere in sight. I will be defending my Answers World Championship elsewhere. You will be alone, and you will be forgotten.

So spit your venom.

Most don’t get the benefit of knowing when their time is up, but you do. The sands are falling with every second you waste, and the bottom will be full when the bell has rung for a final time and I’m allowed to leave you and the rest behind. I’ve got better things to do with my time than entertain each of your selfish little desires. You come seeking to put my head on a spike, but you walk into a World you don’t even understand when it all comes down to it. The very same World you tasted at Triple Threat - one where anything goes, one where you have no allies and only enemies, and one where all that matters is that you walk out with this Championship. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, I’m sure, knowing you were so close to fulfilling your dream when you convinced yourself you had won. I tapped out for all to see, but you just as well allowed yourself to be pinned to the canvas, and I do believe seeing as how this Title remains around my waist that regardless of a draw, we know who won. That’s the story you’ve been trapped within, hasn’t it? Always so very close to what you want, but just not close enough. Be it at King of Elite on Fighting Spirit or Triple Threat, your life has become not one of a Hall of Fame Legend, but of the man that just could not hang Ares Vendetta.

Perhaps I will clear things up for you, mongrel.

You’re not here because you won anything.

You’ve gotten this opportunity because you narrowly escaped losing.

That may seem no different than winning in your skewed little World, but here where it all matters, it means everything. You speak down to me with such conviction, and yet before me all I see is a failure. A man that returned after months on the sidelines and failed to win the Grand Rampage while his mentor did just that. A man that attempted to take the Answers World Championship, and did no such thing. It must be hard to breathe for you, spending all this time keeping your head just above the water. Give it time. You will drown soon enough. Your body will sink to the bottom of this ocean, and you will be consumed by others that will happily take your place when you prove to be obsolete, and the last thing you will ever gaze upon from the ocean floor is the sight of me holding the Answers World Championship high above your head. It took you nine long years to get to this point, and though it may feel to you like you come riding in on a white stallion, I assure you that you’re crawling with all you’ve got left in your fragile body. I’m doing you a favor by entertaining any notion of redemption, and I will do no such thing anymore when I leave you just as I left you in New York. There’s absolutely no doubting what Tyler Parker is - he’s a fighter. He’s fought all his life. He fought his way out of obscurity multiple times to taste World Championship gold not once, but twice. Take solace in knowing you’ve lived a lifetime as it is, but know you made a wrong turn at one point or another, and it brought you to me. You talk as though you’re a new man, but you look like the same old tired, broken, beaten, and battered mongrel I put through a car window and left bleeding out, so I’m gonna finish what we started, just as I did before. You’re weak, and vultures prey on the weak.

You will struggle.

You will fight.

You will prove why you’re the most tenacious man in this company.

I will prove why tenacity only prolongs the inevitable.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 1:13 pm by **Bloody Jack**

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO #4

Zack Crash: You know Senn repeating something over and over again doesn’t make it true. You keep talking about how you’re “in my head”, about how you’re “breaking me mentally” with each of your words, but to anyone with half a brain cell they can see that it’s the other way around. I’ll admit it that some (and I stress SOME) of your words have had a bit of a sting to them. But to say you’ve “broken me mentally” or that you’re “inside my head” is more than just an exaggeration. I know this by just listening to you talk Senn. You’re getting angrier and angrier with each promo you do, which is exactly where I want you. A wise man once said to never attack in anger, and while I may not have always listened to that advice, it is something I actively try to do. Because angry people are careless and stupid. You may think it’s your advantage, but all it really does is allow me to control you and this match! You’re my little puppet, dancing with every tug I pull on your strings. It’s sooooo easy to manipulate you Senn; to get you all riled up. It’s so easy in fact it nearly bores me. While you’re angry and raging, I’m calm and collected, which is allowing me to actually view this match from every possible angle. You’re view right now is narrow Senn, and all you can see right now is to just come straight at me and throw punches until you hit something. That strategy may work for some, but I prefer a more refined approach. I prefer to wait for my moment and to pick my spots very carefully until I see a moment that ensures my victory. It may take a bit longer, but it always pays off more in the end. I can do this because in wrestling, you’re only as good as your last match. And we both know what happened the last time we met in the ring don’t we? So when you say how good you are, and I say how good I am, which of us do you think appears more credible? All those facts you like to mention don’t mean a thing to anybody! All they know, and all they care about is that I buried you in glass, beat you, and took away four months of your career! You and I can go back and forth about the past, about the actions we took, about motivations and blah blah blah! All that is old and tired ground. But the simple fact is that because I beat you on our last outing, you’re the one who needs to prove to EAW your words aren’t just bravado. You’re like a broken record Senn, just repeating the same things you’ve been saying for years. I’m sick of it and so is everyone else. Well now I think it’s time I give you something new to say…I QUIT!!! You’re a one trick pony Senn! All you can talk about is how I didn’t deserve this and how I did that and then cry about into your Justin Bieber pillow at night. I’m ultimately what define you and your career. Think about it! You’re career didn’t really take off until after your first feud with me. And since then you keep coming back and coming back and coming back. Why? Because I’m what makes you relevant! Zack Crash existed before Jacob Senn, but Jacob Senn didn’t exist until Zack Crash! But soon you won’t exist at all. You talk about crutches, well soon you’re going to be using one as well. Not a metaphorical crutch as you implied, but a literal crutch…for when I break your legs! I’m going to break your legs…your arms…your fingers…your toes…your nose, face, ears, teeth, lips, tongue, I’m going to break parts of your body that you didn’t even know could be broken! I’m going to make you bleed so much your skin will go pale! But the best part of it is that you’ll be conscious throughout all of this! There won’t be any moment of unconsciousness, which would only provide the sweet release from this pain. No I’ll keep you right on the edge of blacking out. Otherwise how would I be able to look into your eyes and enjoy that moment when you realize what you must do to save yourself! And you will save yourself Senn. Because you know as much as I do that what you will suffer through, in the end, won’t be worth it. Is all this pain, all this torture, worth it for a simple grudge? I don’t think so, and deep down I don’t think you believe it is either. But what I’m fighting for is worth everything to me. I’m fighting to end a feud and rid me of a cancer (sound familiar) in my life! I’m fighting for the OMERTA family! I’m fighting to prove to everyone that Zack Crash is a true Hall Of Famer! My life, my career, my legacy, I’d rather none of it exist than say those two filthy words.

How’s THAT for real effort?

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 12:18 pm by **J.D. Damon**

P A I N F O R P R I D E -- P R O M O I I

“I have sat in the background long enough, listening to you idiots ramble back and forth with one another. All of you sound like compete fucking idiots. The stupidity that engulfs every single competitor in this 24/7 battle royal is damn near sickening. They all actually think that they have what it takes to walk out of Pain for Pride victorious. I don’t think they even realize what it is going to take to actually win this match. This isn’t just your ordinary match, folks, this match is kill or be killed; you may think that you actually have a good shot at walking away with this win under your belt, but it could be over for you in a blink of an eye. And as you are laying on your back on the outside of the ring, staring at the rafters high above you, you will then realize that you should have listened to J.D. Damon from the very beginning. You see, folks, I am not in this match to just win it – I am in this match to ANNIHILATE every single person who steps foot in the ring with me.”

“Holy shit! HOLY… SHIT! The great and power Liam Catterson paid me a compliment so I need to bow down to him and kiss his shoes. You call me ungrateful because I didn’t thank you up and down for the little compliment that you gave me? Listen, Liam, a compliment from you means absolutely nothing to me. Just like the fact that you being involved in this match means absolutely nothing to me, as well. When I look at you, I look at a man who once had all of the glory in the world. A man who once basked in the spotlight. A man who practically had it all. But, now when I look at you, I look at a broken man. The real question, though, is what do you see when you look at yourself in a mirror, Liam? Who is the man that stares back at you in that mirror, Liam? I’m sure I can answer that question for you. That man that stares back at you with sad eyes is nothing more than a shell of your former self. A man who secretly is begging for someone to just end his pathetic excuse of a career. Do not worry, Liam, I have that covered.”

“Christian Locke, please don’t get what I said about you twisted, my rookie friend. I may have given you some well-deserved compliments, but do not think for one solitary second that that means I actually like you. It’s actually the complete opposite. You may be the newest rookie sensation in this company, but I am not going to let you stand in my way from doing what I need to do. If for whatever strange reason you decide to get in my way during this match, Christian, I will not hesitate to get rid of you. Now, I may have given you all of those nice and sweet compliments that I’m sure made you feel all good inside, but I am also going to be the guy that makes sure that your ass is one of the first that gets thrown over the top rope during this match. Your confidence is a good thing, Mr. Locke, but it could also easily be your ultimate demise – just remember that.”

“Kenny, I am very glad that you decided to take time out of your busy schedule of chronically masturbating to actually join us. You know, for a while I was getting a little worried that you weren’t going to show your face for this match. You mentioned something along the lines of my ‘demise?’ Did all of those kicks to the head really screw with you, Kenny? You may have finally gotten the best of me during our death match, Kenny, but you sure as hell didn’t put me down for good. It’s going to take a lot more than what you gave to me during that match to get rid of The Ultimate Disharmony once and for all. Deep down, Kenny, I don’t think you want to actually kill me off. I think there is something inside of you that actually likes to see me around. You can try to deny it all you want, Kenny, but I know that for some strange reason you have a soft spot for J.D. Damon. You know, something I find funny about you, Kenny, is the mere fact that you enjoy calling yourself a wolf; “the biggest, angriest, hungriest wolf there is” are your exact words. When in reality you are nothing but a little Chihuahua whose bark is worse than his bite.”

“Maero, you complain that I have yet to talk about you and I am sure that you think because of that I am afraid of you. Afraid isn’t the word, Maero. The reason why your name has yet to escape my lips is because I don’t look at you like an actual threat. You hide behind a dumb ass mask in hopes to intimidate every single one of us, but unlike the others I see behind your little façade. Your intimidation tricks will not work for me, Maero. I am more focused than I have been in quite a long time. This match? This match is mine for the fucking taking. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure every single one of you fall before me.”

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 12:15 pm by **The Mexican Samurai**

Pain For Pride #2

I stand over the beaches of Miami, sitting on this lifeguard deck watching as thousands of people frolic and splash within the trash-filled waters of the Atlantic Ocean; slowly observing the damage they've done to our ecosystem and yet, they continue to play in their own ignorance of a peaceful world. Can you believe that I would stand guard to make sure that they don't drown? I'm sure some people might find that peculiar but little do they know that it's for their own good, because I'm seeing the ripples of society morphing what was calm, sparkling water into cascading waves as Pain For Pride slips ever so closer. The sharks are starting to infest the seas and devour the minnows that get left behind, and I've lived this for over a year, watching as my career blossomed as I started as nothing more than a tadpole who grew into the most feared carnivore in the ocean. I can't help but chuckle over the inhabitants of Miami, because none of them deserve to be saved from this filthy, miserable city. This cesspool of violence, adulterated bigotry deserves to be flooded by the very waters that attracts tourists from all over. I've never been to a place that has been so hostile and so unsympathetic towards those who are actually making an effort to improve the society that lives within it. ALL THESE PLEBIANS SHOULD JUST HURRY UP AND KILL THEMSELVES ALREADY. Yet, as I keep staring and I notice that the glistening water has turned into a river of blood, I'll be here on my lifeguard deck and while salivating... just hoping that I'm apart of that action. This isn't an episode of Baywatch, everyone out there is under my care, much like how TLA will be when he steps into the ring with me at Pain For Pride because LIVES ARE GOING TO BE... IN MEXICAN SAMURAI'S HANDS!!! Know what I mean?

I knew that you couldn't handle the silent treatment, that it would make you go crazy with emotions knowing that I simply didn't care to respond to your slang-filled nonsense. If you want proper responses from me, then you need to speak like a man, and that means that you illustrate proper grammar and show that you have a grasp of the English language. After this thug persona of yours wears off, you really have nothing else to say because when TLA looks at superiority in the eye, all he can do is just nod his head in agreement just like any other Mexican given fifty bucks and told to landscape in the hot baking sun. This is going to be so much fun, because I didn't know that there was going to be another aspect to this match that would have me salivating with excitement. I get to whoop TLA's ass in front of his family, friends, and digni.... well, he never graduated school, so I'm sure that none of his teachers or peers would ever come to see him wrestle. Have you truly seen the look of disappointment on the face of your family after letting them down on the biggest stage in the world? The tear-filled eyes that were once full of hope, but now stained with disappointment knowing that no matter how much they cheered, they were going to inevitably see you lose? I've lived through that when my father came to see me compete in Japan and I just wasn't good enough to beat Mr. DEDEDE after giving everything that I could, but have you ever felt that?

I DON'T THINK SO!! WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH FOR TLA, YOU DO MORE THAN RUN AWAY, YOU SIMPLY QUIT THE COMPANY OUT AND HIDE FOR A FEW MONTHS OR EVEN YEARS. Let's be honest, all this talk about the company attempting to get you out of the company is nothing more than a cover up for being the biggest Primadonna backstage, Mr. "I don't want to work with this person". I don't blame the wrestlers, the writers, or whoever your feuding with backstage. I don't blame them for their distain of you, and the way you left the company because you threw a big, whiny, bitchy-ass fit about not wanting to be associated with a possible new head writer. I secretly hoped that you were gone with the company for good, that's why I threw your name out to the public when I listed my name of challengers for the Interwire title because I didn't think that you would actually come back. Just take a look at the antics that you displayed backstage and even if it was a joke, everyone had enough and got you fired again from this company. At least, when I throw my tantrums backstage whether it's wanting to go to another brand or feeling as though I'm being underused, I don't threaten to quit... NO! I bear it and prove why I was right, LIKE A FUCKING MAN. I wouldn't resort to such childish tactics and I'm sure that you'll probably quit if I end up winning at Pain For Pride, probably going to scream that it was bullshit and that there was a certain head writer in charge. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.

You want to know why I don't want to face you, because through all those promos against Chris Elite that you happened to mention to the public. You did something to not validate yourself as a worthy contender.

YOU LOST TO CHRIS ELITE.

You see, I might have had a point at the time I faced Chris, because I thought you were a better competitor. You lost though, clean!! You should be in the Cash In The Vault match competing with six other men towards a bigger opportunity like a world championship, and you blew it. In my eyes, you don't deserve to face me, because you couldn't even defeat my leftovers. My championship is not some kind of consolation prize that you get out of pity, no one should feel sorry for the hometown idiot because he couldn't get the job done and meet the expectations that were given to him. This continual ride of being some sort of contender needs to stop and an example needs to be made by showing the world what a true champion looks like. A Millennial who has never disappointed anyone, because everything that I've done in this company... I've accomplished. I'm still riding the train of having a record-breaking run with this title and I'm going to cap off it's biggest moment by retaining this title in front of 100,000 of TLA's fans, in the most hostile territory in the world.

I'll do it all with the biggest smile on my face.

There is no more running or hiding as you would presume, because it's time for Your Millennial Messiah to squash this shit. Things should have never escalated this far, and you should have never been given this title shot. It's my duty to show the world that you never deserved this shot in the first place, so that's what I'll do. I'll simply destroy you.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 12:13 pm by **LVCIAN**

Pain For Pride IV: Odyssey Of Success

I don't care if these people believe in me or not, Scott.. They should but I believe in myself and that's all I care about at the end of the day. This is something I intend on doing regardless who believes it can be done or who doesn't. This is my last chance to become who I always wanted to be. I'm solely focused on becoming World Heavyweight Champion, everything else is completely irrelevant to me. You say I want to throw dirt on your name, but the fact of the matter is nobody has thrown more dirt on your name than yourself. You buried your own name the day you joined Omerta and became Zack Crash's bitch! How could you stoop so low? I mean, I know you've always enjoyed being other people's bitch, but stooping THAT low? It's unfortunate because despite your ties to Omerta it can't be refuted that you are one hell of a competitor. I already beat you. Don't you get it? I know your strengths, I know your weaknesses. I know you better than you probably know yourself and that makes me a threat to you and to your dominion as World Champion! You should be worried, hell, you ARE worried. You can deny it, you can hide it but I can see right through you. You don't fool me, you can't fool me, Scott.I have earned the respect and admiration of the fans and the management. They know I have busted my ass to get to where I am today. If anybody knows how hard I have worked it's them. I earned the opportunity to fight you. You've beaten every possible contender, every possible challenger that has stepped up to the plate except for one. Except for ME. You beat Brian Daniels, you beat Tig Kelly, you beat Jacob Senn and the list goes on and on. You've had countless victories, you have defended that championship belt like a tigress defends her cubs. But it all ends for you at Pain For Pride 9. If you're a fighting champion like you say you are, then why are you bitching about me being the number one contender for the title? A fighting champion would confront any contender, EVERY contender head on. You say you don't consider me a threat yet you want me to surrender my fight, you want me to give up on my dream of becoming the champ. Well, guess what? You ain't getting your wish, son. Didn't you say I was thrown into the mix because there wasn't anybody left for you to put the title on the line against? Yeah, you did actually. But ironically you also said there are other deserving Dynasty elitists who have yet to get a title shot in your little speech... And I'm the one talking out of my ass. Tell me, Scott, who deserves a title shot over me, huh? Rhaegar? If anyone deserved the opportunity to face you more than me I guarantee you they would be in the main event of Pain For Pride instead of me. I haven't shown any improvement that would suggest I'll win this time around? I guess beating the opponent you HANDPICKED for me in astonishing fashion a few weeks ago was nothing to you. Or even beating you, DOMINATING you before in the middle of the ring. You're underestimating me, Scott. I'm telling you a lot of people have underestimated me before and they regret it now. And just like them you will too once it's all over and I am the last man standing and NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I lost the Grand Rampage match. I was THIS close to winning it all though, THIS close. If you were in my shoes, if it was you that competed in the Grand Rampage match instead of me you wouldn't even have been one of the final ten. Nobody on the Dynasty roster made it as far as I did in the match. That probably doesn't make me worthy enough to face you but it still makes more worthy than anybody on the damn roster. Even if I didn't make it until the very end of the Grand Rampage match I should still be facing you in the main event of Pain For Pride 9 because I have dedicated more years of my life to this, I have worked harder my entire career for this than most of the guys in the back - without expecting any reward. I never asked the management for anything in all the seven years I have been around, I never demanded anything. But I did now because I feel I deserve one more chance. I have fought for this, I have busted my ass week in and week out for this. I wasn't handed this, I earned it and you know it - whether you'd like to admit it or not.

Do you honestly believe I've made it this far because I have been lucky? Luck hasn't kept this ship moving, hard work and dedication has. You don't need luck when you work hard, when you devote yourself to what you love. I have a gift for this. Obviously you disagree, but you know what they say, Scott. Wolves don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep. I have demonstrated to these people just how talented I am more times than I can actually count, that I have what it takes to represent Dynasty or any other brand as it's champion. They've seen first hand what I am capable of. So have you. We've both beaten each other before but I beat you when it truly mattered and I will beat you again when it truly matters come Pain For Pride 9. You really want to get your ass beat, don't you? You must be a masochist, Scott. You constantly threaten me and try to insult me but what you're failing to realize is that you're just adding fuel to the fire burning inside of these eyes. I made a mistake and that got me exiled from the promised land, the land of elite. But I rectified my mistakes, I LEARNED from them. You're in my way, Scott. You represent the only thing standing in my path to glory. I'll reach legendary status in this business. Once I get the World Heavyweight Championship my story will become iconic. My name will be immortalized. My image will be worshiped. It's my time, Scott. There's only two ways I am leaving Miami. And that is as the new World Heavyweight Champion or as a corpse. YOU are not worthy of stepping into the ring with the champ - the real champ! I won't allow you to disrespect me, I'm not going to let you marginalize me. Nobody will do that anymore, those days are over. Once my reign is validated, once I beat you and have the gold strapped around my waist, you will bow down before me and show me some respect, Scott! You won't have another option. It's my time, it is go big or go home!

I'm not going to waste my time trying to convince you that I am a threat. You can believe whatever you want to believe - IF you really believe that deep down within. Just know this: At Pain For Pride I am going to prove you wrong. Once it is determined by the ref that it's time to play and the bell rings you will find out just how much of a threat I am! I haven't accomplished anything noteworthy in years. You're right about that. My list of accolades is very limited but my reputation precedes me, Scott. I'm a dangerous man when I have a goal in mind. And when I have a goal in mind there is not a soul on the face of the Earth that can stop me from reaching it. Nobody has ever stopped me, nobody has ever managed to put me on the shelf. Not for good. You won't be the first. I won't make the same rookie mistake you made of underestimating my adversary. I know you're good, I acknowledge that you have a gift, but you're not better than me. I'm better than you, Oasis! The only way to prove that, the only way to shut you and all my haters up is by beating you fair and square and becoming the new champion... and that is precisely what I plan to do. I've never been more determined to do something in my life. I know I can do this. I believe in myself. I have faith. You won't break my faith, Scott. You can't, nobody can because it simply is unbreakable! I have an unquenchable thirst for gold, for glory. The only way I envision myself satisfying that thirst is by taking what's mine and to take what's mine I will completely drain you of your blood if I have to, I will break every bone in your body, IN MY BODY if I have to, I WILL KILL MYSELF in the process if I have to. This opportunity only comes once in a lifetime, headlining the summer's biggest spectacle. I'm going all out, I will use all weaponry at my disposal, everything I ever learned from my epic battles against the likes of Mr. DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Alexander Da Vinci, Xavier Williams, Tyler Parker and the list goes on. I won't let myself down again, I won't let my fans down again. If I can't be World Champion, if I can't be "The Man" I might as well call it quits. This is my last opportunity to live MY moment. Many times I was told this would never happen, that me headlining a Pain For Pride was an impossibility. Guys like Mak told me I wouldn't amount to anything when I started, that I would never become a successful elitist. Let's prove him wrong, let's prove everyone who ever said we would never make it wrong. Let's show the entire world that everything is possible in life, that every dream can be turned into a reality. Scott, it's over. This seven year odyssey ends at Pain For Pride 9 with me as World... Heavyweight Champion.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 12:04 pm by **VENTURA.**

Cash in the Vault
[Entry #6]

Are you trying to make this competitive or just a test between IQ?

I don't know what exactly is going on with you, Lioncross, maybe it all has something to do with the fact that you always surround yourself towards these type of opportunities, but however, you don't seem to make the cut. You may be one of the veterans in this match, you may assume that you have all the intelligence in the world to try and simmer us down into dogs and cats, but what makes you think you are all that? You are not the only one that has self-declared to themselves that they will be the next Mr. Cash in the Vault. We all have different reasons as to why we want that briefcase, all have different set of agendas that will be planned if one of us do win. So, don't try and be this know-it-all that tries to fend off every speck of criticism that gets thrown in his face, because if that is all you are getting, it simply means you are doing something wrong. Guess what, though...you are.

You bring up bounties, you talk about this CWF thing, Carlos Rosso, and a whole lot of unnecessary topics while this match is being held up in the air. Quite clearly, you are not concentrated. You may think that you are, but deep down you are just simply distracted with everything pertaining outside of this match. This isn't me trying to tamper with your mind, no no no, this is clear evidence coming from your words yourself. No one hates having to be criticized and ridiculed by their enemies, but you have to suck it up and try and do something about it. You have been through monumental opportunities throughout your career here, and I can pretty much say directly that you have talk in a familiar mannerism prior before. Whether you are mad that you fail to capitalize, or annoyed that you are not in the main event of the show or anything, that doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that YOU need to try and convince yourself that you can win this match, and surely convince me that I will indeed be taking a loss at Pain For Pride because as it stands....I do not plan on losing whatsoever. Make all the jokes that you want, create a scenery of laughter and jokes just like Chris Elite, The Nas, and pretty much the rest of the participants. The time will eventually pass where all the laughter dies out, and there will be a moment of silence and shock, when I do in fact climb up that ladder, grab the briefcase, and point at the tens of thousands of you bigots that doubted me.

Truly, you are a master of such wonderful, flattering compliments, Nas.
On a serious note, you are doing a fantastic job for yourself trying to make a fool out of me in every single way possible. That was the type of backlash that I was expecting in the first place, but it seems that you just like repeating yourself in every step of the way. There is nothing wrong with what you are doing though, because just as I pointed out with Lioncross, you are going to be the major dunce sitting down on the canvas, scratching your bald ass, wondering how exactly did Rhaegar of all people stun the world by capturing that Cash in the Vault briefcase. I don't care if you have some gullible, local fans out there that claim you to be this company's next breakout star, because quite honestly, you can paste that tagline all day and all night. That doesn't mean you are going to be an almighty god that will be storming through Pain For Pride without being inflicted. This isn't Super Mario, this isn't a game, even though you are quite serving this entire competition to be as one. I have a set standard and a goal that I am aiming to reach at Pain For Pride, said it before and I will say it to your disillusioned self. The jokes can go on and on for days, Nas, make my day with all this humor. When that night does hit, and the wind brushes past your shaken back on that canvas, it will be the moment in which you truly, in fact, fucked up...

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 11:04 am by -

Pain For Pride III

My entire career has been nothing short but a learning experience. When I first came here I had ambitions that I planned on achieving and admittedly, things didn’t kick off all that well. It’s because of this that people look at me the way that they do today and I accepted that a LONG time ago. Here we are.. Pain For Pride is here and now Tarah and Cloud seem to think that I’m this low leveled competition and believe that I have a lot to prove to them? Tarah for example decided to place me at the “bottom of the chain”. For that to be true, shouldn’t there be facts that prove that statement correct? Would it be losing to Y2Impact? Or would that be matched with me beating HBB in action? Nope. Would it be me losing to Carlos Rosso.. Only to beat Montell Smooth in singles action? Can’t be according to Tarah. How about me beating Vance Tybull, Tyler Parker and TLA in one match leading into House Of Glass? I’m a man who by all tends and purposes was never meant to succeed in this company, and now that I am -- It’s leaving everyone with a bitter taste in their mouths. They want me to prove it to them? I’m doing that right now as we speak. My career was at the very bottom.. No sign of a resurgence. I stepped up and brought myself to this level and I only keep climbing.. This year for me has been built around technical, sound wrestling, and a willingness to take any opportunity that presents itself further than any other elitist ever could. I may very well be at the bottom of the championship totem pole, but everyone has to start somewhere. Tarah, you must be used to hearing the exact words you spewed at me. Just one year ago, in a dying division it was you who stood tall amongst them. Your championship was seemingly untouchable by the other vixens, and yet you were forced to deal with the constant reminder that the division was nearly dead. Here we are one year later.. It’s funny how things change in such a short amount of time isn’t it? Here you are saying everything they said to you.. While claiming to be a rebel vixen.. An Independent vixen.. A Vixen Killer. That seems to be a bit contradicting, wouldn’t you agree? How can a rebel vixen follow the masses opinion? You’re a tremendous and proven warrior.. But you’re a simple-minded, ignorant, deceitful, lying, conforming…. The list could go on with you, Tarah.. But there is one thing that you are specifically, a champion. I can’t take a knock at your abilities in the ring, but you’re not this persona you created for yourself. You can say whatever you want in defense to this.. And even say look at your past, but with that one statement-- all of your lies can be seen. No matter of the status of this championship.. I’m proud of it. I’m a fighter.. And one thing that’s different between you and I is that I am who I say I am. I’m an easy guy to understand because what you see is what you get in terms of personality. Yeah, I’m a conceited asshole but that’s who I am. You know what else I am? I’m caring. Unlike you, I care about my division. I care about people who would never be looked in a million years because I was there once! I never forgot where I came from! I want to build this division from the ground up.. Something that you haven’t done. You abandoned the division and randomly appeared back when all of the structure was laid out once more. Somehow.. You make it seem like I’m pathetic, but look at yourself? Let go of this stubborn attitude to where you brush everything I say off and look at yourself.. You want me to look at your past? How about you do the same without all your pride in the way. Make no mistake here, I’m not trying to take away from your achievement, but don’t come to me with this bull crap story of who you are and what you’ve done.. You can’t even see the blood on the walls around you. Hey, maybe I can’t convince you of your façade you carry.. It’s not my burden to bear after all. I’m not here to make a self revelation speech for you.. But I will not stand for you making hanus statements against me being champion. I’ve earned EVERYTHING I’ve ever gotten. I don’t have a single thing to prove to you or anyone else in this match. I. JJ Silva am the New Breed Champion.. And that alone says I’m on the right track to keep on rising up the proverbial ladder and face the Aren’s and DeDeDe’s and when I get there I’m sure people like you will still be trying to drag me down. This is Pain For Pride. There will be nearly 100,000 people at attendance to see the greatest FPV known to man.. And in that, they’ll see JJ Silva giving Tarah Nova back all that she’s done.. All of those lies she’s told.. And most importantly, to once again show the entire world that I’m not to be taken lightly. You’ve become certain that I cannot bring a good fight to you-- and in a mere two days, I guess you’ll be introduced to the element of surprise.

But then we have Lucas once more who is spewing an insanely amount of incoherent buffoonery, yet feeling like his point is coming across like the dictionary. Lucas, you consistently lay out my past but with what point to prove? I didn’t beat TLA at MSM.. but I’m New Breed Champion now? Keep in touch with making your point relevant. I laid out your past in a very detailed fashion in order to explain that you’ve given me, along with everyone else in this match no reason to feel threatened by you. To explain that every time you come to respond you overthink it and come out incoherent and dumbfounded. Keep digging in my past, it’s all out in the open for a reason. I never tried to hide it because it would serve no purpose.. My past is my drive. Since then, I’ve done nothing but capitalize on those misfortunes.. Turning the bronze into gold with every touch.. Commanding my sense of direction and concocting the fitting strategies to move forth and continue on with my progressing career. One thing you lack is adaptability. You can easily walk over smaller elitist that simply are down on their luck for the time being, but you yourself haven’t been able to capture your moment when it counts. Take pride in your efforts all you wish but that doesn’t change the giant L next to your name when the match results are released to the public. You prance around and talk as if you’re top dog but you’re in-ring says differently than what you tell everyone else. I was once in your position, Lucas.. I’ve been on the fence struggling to keep balance, but it will not end in your favor. You’ve constantly proven to be complacent with how you’ve been and what you’ve done.. And until you grasp the concept that learning from your losses and adapting is the only way to move forth, you will always remain running in place. You cannot beat me in this current state and that is absolute. You managed to slip and slide your way into this match, but you’re just slightly maneuvering around the landmines.. One false step and it’s game over. You began to buckle once near the limelight, while I bask in it even when my victory isn’t probable. A stage like this was meant for a person who has the ability to close in the ending, that’s just unfortunately not who you are. Keep on talking and making up random arguments to save you from drowning, Lucas. I’m only 20 years old, and I’ve accomplished more than you in 3 months than you have in your entire life. It seems that list will continue on as you will not be walking away with the New Breed Champion in 48 hours.. I will. Understand it was never my intentions to have you endure this as I had full intentions of having a man’s fight with you once business was handled with the vixens.. It was you who forced this upon yourself. I guess my success will most likely be at your expense.

Cailin, that was a truly admirable moment that you and your father shared. It’s always great to have family on your side leading into nerve taking moments like these. No matter how I personally feel about you, we can definitely take a trip of nostalgia alongside one another. Believe it or not, I do believe in your abilities.. And I was the first one to see it in you. I was incapable of running The Iconomy when I took you in.. I am a bad guy and even you can see that. However, I’m a bad guy with good intentions. Things ended in such a bad manner that I’ve just lost the respect I once had with you. You were very competent and still are but you’ve always said we never got you involved.. But when we tried at EOE you refused our assistance. Even before then, we tried to bring you in the battles with TLA but you wanted no part in it. You’ve constantly told your side of the story and never once did I really tell mine. Maybe it’s time to say my half.. It seems like a fitting moment to do so. The day you signed your EAW contract I walked up with full intentions to bring you in The Iconomy and put you before myself. If you remember the non recorded moments with us.. You can remember me saying this. My goal was to make everyone look at rookies in a different light… and although it never succeeded in The Iconomy, we all managed to get it rolling during our tenure together. People did look at us. All the blame was placed on me and never on any of you and that made me smile. I never wanted it on you guys, Cailin. You see, I never complained or even tried to push that feeling against you. When we had the Savage Ryan's lying on the ground.. The Mercenaries laid out.. Y2Impact just planted with the Code Of Silva.. A victory was guaranteed.. Up till you turned your back on me. The chance The Iconomy finally had right in front of us.. And you took it away from Eclipse, Chris and I. You always made me out to be the selfish one, Cailin.. I can’t refute that statement though. You made me selfish. It was at that moment I began resenting each of them not willing to put my trust into them. This led to the full breakdown of The Iconomy. You’re not to blame for the end, but I see you as a turning point in my career. I realized at that moment that I’m better off with my intentions before anyone else’s. I can genuinely say I hate you, Cailin.. I can’t stand that feeling but that is something that can never be changed. I gave my loyalty to you.. I was willing to do everything in my power to see you succeed and with that, you still did what you did. It’s no wonder Cloud avoids you.. Anyone who get’s close to you eventually sees the true colors of the blue blooded Texan. It was only fitting that she led you to your defeat and ending your reign. Earlier on you claimed to want me as your target.. I have no specific target in this match. I have but one goal and that’s to win but getting but hands on you in a match of this caliber is just like icing on the cake. There will not be any surprises from me to you or even vise versa. From me, there is nothing professional with you-- only personal. I’m not the same guy I was back then, Cailin.. I’m not that guy that would tape steaks to the back of everyone you ever loved and let the Iconomy dogs feast. Now. Now I’m a man who is going to make you regret your actions against me. I’m going to make everything you’ve tried to forget in your life surface to the forefront of your mind while you kneel before the altar and I tear you apart. It’s been a long time coming, Cailin.. I hope it was all worth it.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 10:59 am by **Tyler Parker**

I see right through you, Ares. I see through your charade, your BS, I see through everything and you know what I see? I see you for what you actually are, Ares. I see a SPINELESS COWARD who has it in him to get to the top but has no BACKBONE to do it the right way. What have you done? You've relied on others to get you there. You've relied and depended on anyone and everyone who was willing to serve you and where has it gotten you? What has it done for you?! Because from where I'm standing, Ares, you don't have anyone but yourself. Your House fell apart a while ago. You don't have Norman Hellion, you don't have Vic Vendetta, you don't have Scott Diamond, you don't even have your own mother. Either they're not here or they're not serving you right now and either way, regardless of either one of them are serving you or not, you're not going to have them there to help you retain the title. You're going to have to do it yourself and though I don't think you're going to, you could show me otherwise. Show me that you're holding the title for a reason. Show me that you know how to defend the title. Show me that you can do it on your own. If you somehow, someway, you manage to win through the skin of your teeth, then you would have shown me otherwise. One of the reasons you're even holding the title is because no one has cared to stop you. No one has bothered because they're either cowardly like you or much, much worse but at the end of the day? I don't care. Run away, that's fine by me. Because you're hurting yourself while not getting anywhere. Your House fell apart because of your self-greed, thinking you can BLEED THEM DRY like you've done to everyone else. Your House fell apart because of you and your own selfishness. You don't care about your mother, you don't care about your father, you don't care about anyone but yourself and that? That makes you less of a human being. You have no emotion, huh? If you had no emotion, then you wouldn't have reacted like you have. Because your reaction is emotion-filled and your reaction has been that you've disregarded everything I've said, disregarded that I had you emotional before and disregarded that I'm your biggest threat. You're trying to attempt to make me scared of you but at the end of the day? No one's scared of you. No one's terrified of you and Ares, after you've lost everything you have and what you cherish, what you keep safe? No one's going to care about you. I could stand here and tell you that, for your sake, that you realize what you're getting yourself into but I don't think you're going to realize. I'm going to be there to see the LOOK ON YOUR FACE after you realize you're standing in the ring with a heavily trained, mentally determined Tyler Parker. I'm going to be there to see the EMOTION IN YOUR EYES; YOUR PUPILS ARE GOING TO BE SO BIG BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO REALIZE THAT EVERYTHING YOU CHERISH, EVERYTHING YOU'VE TAKEN AWAY FROM OTHERS? FROM ME? FROM DEVAN DUBIAN? FROM MR. DEDEDE? IS GOING TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU. I'm going to be there after you get tit through your thick little skull that you aren't so intimidating. I'm going to be there to see you break down, fall apart and CRUMBLE after you see how pointless it has been. Your little attempts of intimidating me, talking trivial and instilling an uneasiness in me? Are a big waste of time. Not to mention the biggest mistake of your career. What makes you think you're going to succeed in your little attempt to intimidate if others have tried to intimidate me before you, even Y2Impact himself, what makes you think that you're going to successfully retain the Answers World Championship when you have to go through me to make it happen? I said that either your career ends or my career ends but your career ends after the bell rings and I make you sorry for everything you've said, sorry for trying to intimidate me, sorry for trying to get in my head. What I'm going to do you isn't going to be for the faint of heart. Your God might forgive you but I don't. You're going to go through that, FIRST HAND, you're going to find out that I'm not so forgiving and I'm not so forgetful. Everything you've ever inflicted onto me, I'm going to inflict onto you TENFOLD. No one's going to care that you're the son of Robbie V, no one's going to care that you're the son of Kendra Shamez, no one's going to care about you after I'm done with you. After what I do to you out there, after I cave in your chest, after I stomp at your throat, after I've beaten you senseless and your heart is still beating in your chest, after I make you feel the worst feeling you've ever felt in your life in front of everyone of watching, in front of your mother and father? You're going to be scared of me and scared to get back into the ring with me. You're going to be too scared to do anything. You're not going to do anything. I haven't even flinched at the things you've said and I'm not going to flinch while I'm giving you harsh karma. Which is exactly what I'm going to do. Once I've beaten you within an inch of your life, once you've realized that your entire world of cheating and lies is just crumbling down 'round you and you're begging me to put you out of your misery? I'm not going to give you the satisfaction.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 10:50 am by Guest

Pain For Pride #3

The camera would slowly pan open to a dark scene, illuminated by two or three glowing torches. The room itself looked like it belonged in the second world war, reminiscent of a room where great generals would plan tactics on how to overcome or blindside their opposition. Green sheets, some stained with dirt, made up the majority of the backdrop for this setting, common found bricks making up for the latter part. It was odd how the torches didn't ignite the large blanket like fabrics upon the wall. Whilst the film appeared to take place in the middle of the twentieth century, this was in fact not true. It was two thousand and sixteen, Sheridan Müller and a comrade, a possible accomplice, were seated at a wooden table. Sheridan and her partner, their gender unidentifiable due to the material they wore which covered their face, wore very similar outfits. Sheridan was attired with a bandana covering her mouth, her dirty blonde hair tied back into plaits. She wore a leather fitted biker jacket, the colour red, which complimented her skinny dark blue jeans. Aside from this, she wore typical sports sneakers. Sheridan and her friend, minus the evident jacket Sheridan wore, looked like they should be within an Al Qaeda video, a stark contrast from the riches which the Elite Answers Wrestling audience would see in Kendra's promotional videos. Situated upon the wooden table, which looked like it had indeed been in both world wars, was a chess board. Sheridan seemed to be playing as the black pieces, her opponent the white. One thing which came apparent quickly was that the former was dominating the game. They spoke in German tongue, voices came loud but the cloth around their mouths would prevent the audience being able to justify the majority of the things they said. The blonde haired antagonist of the Vixens division, the personification of German Efficiency and the tigress would make a final move. Declaring checkmate in a loud, confident expression. After doing so, she made sure to wipe the table of her dominating fashion, she didn't wish for the audience to see her most recent victory, for as it this moment it was a thing of the past. She delivered a big boot to the table, knocking it against the back wall and causing it to smash into half, and then delivered a swift, precise leg sweep to the stool which her friend, or so it was thought, was sat upon. Sheridan declared that her German accomplice remove themselves from the focus of the camera, a request which was met without hesitation. She removed the cloth which protected her raspberry red lips from being distinguished to the camera, before patting her plaited hair out, dragging manicured nails through the strands of her dirty blonde hair, before it became wavy and disorderly. She patted her leather jacket against her chest, giving a brief smile to the camera as she would curl a hand around it and pick it up. Sheridan walked with confident strides. She made sure to point the camera towards the floor as she walked. After returning to her original position at the start of the video, that of being placed upon a stool, she redirected the camera to face herself.

'' The thing which I adore so much about chess, is that there is no such thing as luck. There's only winners or losers, and the latter of the two cannot blame any other factor for their loss, other than that they were not good enough. A lot of tactical thought goes into chess. One wrong move and you completely topple all the work you made previously to get to that point. In chess, you're either efficient, or you lose. You have to stay alert, for the longer the game drags on, the more mistakes people tend to make. But not me, not Sheridan Müller. I am the personification of German Efficiency after all. A workaholic, I don't stop until something is a masterpiece. If I were a painter, my name would be along the walls of Paris. If I were an engineer, I'm quite sure we'd have time travelling as a modern day thing in the world. But no, alas, I am a wrestler. But not just any wrestler, no. I am the most efficient wrestler in the world. Whilst some could argue luck worms its way into the world of wrestling, I can only disagree. Some will blame their failures on the fans, or their opposition. But not me, if I were to lose, I would have nobody to blame but myself. I would have to train harder, work more for it. The only difference is that I would, eventually, correct my loss. I would charge for a win, and not stop until I showed utter dominance over my opponent. I wouldn't stop until the win was perfect. That's the thing what makes me unique, different, odd. Whilst it is a natural thing to post selfies on social media and bitch about one another in this division, I do not do that. I stick to what I know. I stick to wrestler. Whilst I am fairly certain I am the best looking female in the ugly world of Sports Entertainment, you wouldn't know it. I show up, I perform, I ooze efficiency, and I win. There's always a plan and there's always a process. I am always efficient so, just like in chess, if I were to lose it would simply be my fault. People like Cailin Dillon and Kendra Shamez would have you believe otherwise. They are idealists, they will spread their power to the people propaganda, and have you believe that there are hundreds of factors what make Elite Answers Wrestling turn. But the harsh reality for most of you is that there simply isn't. It's a sport of winners and losers. A sport which is determined by who the better wrestler is. After I defeat Kendra at Pain For Pride, she will have you believe that I got lucky, or that on any other given day she would have easily beaten me. This is the fantasist type of crap which has no place in an efficient, perfectionist, realistic world. When I defeat Kendra, she would blame terrorism and her pet cat for her loss rather than admit that I am simply superior to her. She would have you believe the reason I was more efficient and therefore superior to her, is because she drove too fast getting to Miami Stadium, or that Rey broke her arm three months ago, so that somehow played a part in me Sherplexing the dignity out of her, and pinning her in the middle of the ring. Kendra Shamez targeted me originally, for she believed I lucked out when I won the Vixens Cup. Now I'm not much of a sentimental person, and I really dislike it when other Vixens use things they've achieved in the past to justify how good they are in the present day, but let me remind you what I did to achieve what I did. In the first round, I had the pleasure of retiring Raven Lee. Where is she now, nobody knows. I ended her. She knew that my way of life, and my efficiency was far superior to hers. She took one look at perfection, and retired on the spot. The round after that, I defeated Haruna Sakazaki. Who know has also left the Vixens Division. In the quarter finals I defeated Rey Shamez, who, hey, there's a running trend here, has also left Elite Answers Wrestling at this point. Three and zero is a pretty good score thus far. Would you be surprised if I informed you that in the final of the Vixens Cup, I defeated somebody who, would you look at this, is no longer in the Vixens division. I achieved this in only two nights might I add. I out performed fifteen other Vixens to become the inaugural winner of the Vixens Cup. I won every match in a confident, convincing fashion. Somehow I was lucky to do that. I practically retired four Vixens in two nights. I once again justified myself to be the most efficient Vixen in Elite Answers Wrestling today, I showed that German Efficiency is a way of life. It's superior, it's a perfectionist mindset which automatically makes everything you do perfect with a touch of superiority and class. You wouldn't know that of course, being movie star Kendra Shamez, you've already stated you see me as nothing more than a Rookie, which already proves that you're not even efficient enough to gather enough research for the girl who's going to end your career. You have legitimately no idea what German Efficiency is, and no idea how hard I have worked to be in the position I am in. One thing about being efficient is about having no days off. Training, training, performing, performing. I am not going to lose at Pain For Pride, especially to a woman who thinks she has the right to interfere in my plans after fucking off to Hollywood just because her little cousin wasn't good enough to be a wrestler. Face it Kendra, Rey Shamez is a joke. The Shamez name is a joke, and it doesn't belong in the efficient, resilient division that I am forming with my own two hands. The Shamez name will not be gracing the German Efficiency era of Elite Answers Wrestling. ''

Sheridan paused. She wasn't upset at Kendra despite the fire emitting from between her lips. She was just upset with how she went about her business. It wasn't in the script for Kendra to interfere with Sheridan's plans. That made Sheridan very much dislike her right off the bat. She had been building a division where words such as interfere and disqualification didn't exist. She was the sole reason why the Vixens were the main event of Triple Threat. She would have been somewhat cautious of Kendra, but would have happily attempted to show her the ways of German Efficiency, and shape her into a woman who took pride in her matches, and performed to a high quality, and did so with efficiency, but no. Kendra did something which totally went against the morals of German Efficiency. Sheridan herself had lost time because of Kendra, she had a very detailed, very well thought out plan about how the road to her cash in would go, about how the road to achieving a perfectionist division would work out. Kendra played the part of an explosion. Whilst the workaholic blonde was paving the road for herself to walk down, Kendra came in like a lightning bolt, and tore up the majority of the world Sheridan had made the past two to three months. Everything which had occurred from breaking the arm of Rey Shamez to that Showdown where Kendra would burst out from the crowd like a wild stallion was tarnished. Sheridan couldn't even think of the name Madison Kaline without disgust. She had rid the division of that skank with absolute perfection and efficiency, but would the audience remember that? Would they fuck. They would remember that, two weeks after doing that, Kendra Shamez stopped Sheridan cashing in on two irrelevant bitches and becoming the Specialists Champion, and elevating that belt to an efficient level. Kendra had bestowed negative connotations on German Efficiency, and that was something which Sheridan Müller could not forgive. After taking a quick sip of water, and licking her lips afterwards, she adjusted her dirty blonde hair once more and continued with her promotional video.

'' You know. You're blowing this out to be a lot more than it actually is. You're not addressing why you picked me. Why you decided to ruin my plans and my blueprints. Sure, you're going to blame it on Rey, right. How she tarnished the legacy of the Shamez name which doesn't actually exist. You're going to say that you have to justify her mistakes. But that's far from the reality, isn't it Kendra. The fact of the matter is you couldn't bare to see somebody storm the Vixens division and achieve more than you did. I am the only woman ever to come out of the Vixens Cup tournament with my name on the trophy. I am the only woman ever to, speaking practically, retire four women in the space of two nights. Raven, Rey, Haruna and Cameron don't grace the Vixens division anymore. They saw the light. They were not efficient enough, and after seeing German Efficiency as something they could not achieve, they found it best to leave. I have accomplished things you could only dream of doing. Not bad for a rookie, right. You blame it on your failure of a cousin all you wish. We both know you attacked me for you couldn't control your jealously. The sheer thought of me bringing my fellow women to a level of performance which hasn't been seen before infuriated you. Didn't it. I'm afraid this isn't a prank Kendra. Me breaking Rey's arm has brought us to this. The Vixens are at the highest levels of efficiency they have ever been. After I defeat you and send you back to your little mansion I will go on to become the Vixens and Specialists champion. I will go on to achieve true German Efficiency. The division cannot truly peak until I am the Vixens and Specialists Champion, I will hold more control and power over how the other Vixens perform because of that. They will listen to me. I can guide them, and because of that every female wrestler will be on the path to greatness, and on the path to true efficiency. You can try to stop that, sure. Poke a few holes in my plans with your Louboutin stilettos, but that's the thing. You can only really ever dent German Efficiency. Much like you did when you decided to fuck with my plans. You've achieved it once, but I'm sorry to inform you it won't happen again. I am three steps ahead of you. I have you in the palm of my hand. You can't stop German Efficiency, and even if you do you certainly won't end the career of Sheridan Müller. I am better than you. That's a fact you'll come to terms with somewhere down the line. The fact of the matter is, it's your fault that Rey Shamez stepped foot in a wrestling ring. You achieved a few Championship wins and she wanted to continue this false legacy which you proclaimed. You encouraged her, you tried to train her, but neither you or her were efficient enough. She never would have survived in my division with or without your help. You can try point fingers at any other reason why Rey lost. But it all comes down to you. You weren't efficient enough to bring her over me. She lost at the Vixens Cup and she lost after that. I will be quite happy to give you the same fate your cousin got. You seem to blame everything what goes wrong for you on anything other than yourself. Your jealously of me and my wrestling ability got you into this mess. Your lack of efficiency will bring you to her knees at Pain For Pride. Your lack of assertiveness brought Rey to come crying to the retirement home, and really, just truly, your lack of judgement will bring an end to your career. You've fucked with Sheridan Müller, Kendra. You've fucked with German Efficiency. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 10:38 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

Sitting in a dimly lit room, a single light shines down and illuminates him. In the background, beyond a wooden panel an Asian man tends to a bar; the dust in the place being picked up by various other lights, slowly fading away. Jamie O’Hara sits at a table facing the camera chuckling while in the background two distinct voices can be heard mumbling.

~O’Hara~

And then I said I’m going to beat her worse than Dark Demon!

O’Hara and the two men laugh before O’Hara takes notice of the camera.

~O’Hara~

You should get back to work; I’ve got to cut a promo…

O’Hara looks back at the camera and moves his head to each side, trying to figure out how to use the device. He leans into the lens before pulling himself back and tapping the glass.

~O’Hara~

Yeah….uhhhhhhh….hello? Is this on?

~Waiter~

Nǐ xiǎng hē shuǐ xiānshēng

~O'Hara~

No, no thank you I’m fine.

~Waiter~

Shèmiǎn?

O’Hara: Shit…ummm, Bùyòngle, xièxiè gǒu?

A loud sigh can be head as the man walks away from O’Hara and enters the frame behind him, mumbling to himself with a look of disgust across his face.

~O’Hara~

Fuck I’m talented. Multi-language. Anyway, is this how we’re doing things? Sketchy cam recorders? Alright, I’ll play your game. It was no coincidence you decided to flick the camera on after a workout, trying to convince me that you’re ready, you’re prepared, and you’re busting your arse trying to be fit and ready. Ready to finally break your glass ceiling and finally seize that historic achievement, to make it your own? A fair façade but a weak point to make.

O’Hara raises his glass and shows it to the camera. The glass is filled with a rich scotch and O’Hara swirls it around. He places it back down on the wooden table and looks around the bar he’s in.

~O’Hara~

See here I am sitting in a bar in the middle of Chinatown just days out from what is arguably the most important match of my career, the match I promise will be my Mona Lisa of professional wrestling. So much on the line yet I’m this dusty shithole of a bar drinking some scotch. I don’t even know what this is, they all had Chinese writing; this one was done in the form of a dragon. But I digress what I’m drinking is irrelevant. I could have switched this on earlier, much like yourself appear beaten, sore, tired, sweaty, exhausted but what would I be proving? I’d be showing you I lack the confidence needed to win. I don’t need to show you just how far I’m pushing myself in a gym because it should be a foregone conclusion at this point that the best version of Jamie O’Hara is walking into Pain For Pride. No, I’m relaxed, I’m confident. And you can call it egotistical, you can call it arrogance but I think it’s just fine, it’s perfect actually. Even now you’re watching this and you instantly start thinking to yourself, happy, proud and confidently that I’m just here wasting my time; that I’m over confident, that I’m not busting my arse to be in the best possible shape.

But let’s talk about what really matters here. Let’s talk about our match and what’s on the line. No, I won’t mock what defeating Cleopatra means to you. I won’t insult only having one moment means to you because until last year? I had just one moment I could really hold onto. Just one moment that always ate away at me regardless of any sort of success I tasted. One moment out of 7 years, it really stung. It was the lack of success despite becoming a world champion, conquering another company and putting rivals to rest that drove me here, to EAW. 12 months I spent building towards Pain For Pride Eight. 12 months I had my eye on having my “moment” because I realised the lack of success I tasted for those 7 years could become my motivation, my determination. In fact, it never faded away; it’s still the reason why I didn’t just let my career die when it all went to hell. You’re right, you’re absolutely right I’m stepping into the ring with someone who is regarded as a legend, whose greatness is unparalleled but it’s not enough. Your name and your worth, it’s legendary and will always be that way yet it’s not going to save you, it won’t help you at Pain For Pride. Why? Because all it does is create intimidation and do I look intimidated? Do I look like I fear your legacy? The quick and easy answer is no.

I’ve got a fun fact or two for you. Only one man has been able to beat me cleanly in the last eighteen months. One man, Ares Vendetta. And before I lost my EAW Championship, I had only been pinned four times in one calendar year. Now, isn’t that impressive? And I’m sure you’re watching this asking “what’s the point”, It – for the umpteenth time – proves that when Jamie O’Hara is at his best he is hard, almost impossible to defeat. When Jamie O’Hara wants to succeed, when he has nothing but clear skies ahead of him, there are so, so few who can match it with him; not even the man who calls himself the best in the world could match it. Isn’t that something, huh? Sure, you’ll believe it when you see it but perhaps costing me those two matches on Showdown were a fair chance? I don’t know, maybe? Maybe they were a good chance to see just how good Jamie O’Hara is when he’s at his best? You royally fucked up. Now you enter a match with plenty of unknowns. I am going to call it a fact, you wouldn’t have such arrogance, you wouldn’t be constantly mocking me if you saw the results of those matches. Our match itself would be telling a very, very different story than the one you and I are currently weaving. No, it’s unfortunate….just for you really. I know full well who is going to step into that ring and I know full well what he’s capable of. I know how far he’s going to go and I know how much it’s going to take to put him down.

Do you think my little, silly nickname, my moniker is a joke? In just 14 months I redefined an entire division and created a platform for every rookie, every newcomer to perform on and a championship they could take pride in carrying. Ask EVERYONE ELSE IN CASH IN THE VAULT AND ASK THEM IF THEY BELIEVE THEY EVEN HAD A FUCKING FRACTION OF A CHANCE AGAINST ME ON THAT NIGHT? ASK THEM, NO I’LL WAIT. NO, HANG ON, DON’T BECAUSE THE ANSWER IS THEY KNEW THE MOMENT THAT BELL RUNG IT WAS GOING TO TAKE AN ARMY TO BRING ME TO MY KNEES. Ask “The Best In The World” what happened when I had him trapped in the corner of the ring, when he realised that everything he had worked for and everything he done to create one of the greatest EAW Championship reigns was destined to end? He applauded, he didn’t fight back. Fourteen months, that’s all it took. Does Tomorrow’s Legend sound dumb? Does it sound like something to be mocked? You’re everything you claimed you are, but it’s just destiny to be held in the same regard. The headliner of a Hall of Fame class, more than a single world title reign under my belt. Such a moniker is actually rather accurate. That’s what makes this match so enticing, a current legend against one that will inevitably become one. Whatever edge you thought your career entitled you to is dead and gone.

I will thank you for this match. For your reasons? No, not at all. Never your reasons. The foundations of a career, what becomes memorable are not the scars that fade with time, it’s how you obtain those scars. It’s the wars, the battles and the names you defeated in order to become who you finish as; how your name goes from just another competitor to someone truly special. Once again I’ll admit my respect for you and allow me to once again reinforce that despite my hatred, despite how much I want to pick you apart and crush your dreams, I want a classic from this match; I want a match that people will talk about for weeks, months, years and that’s regardless of the possibility that it doesn’t end the way I plan for it to. I know full well what happens when the nuts and bolts come loose and the wheels fall off, it all started to wobble just a few months ago. The King of Turbo is actually fair, I could have easily become that and it would have solidified my great fall from grace. Defeating you will be a pretty decent pick me up, don’t you agree? Defeating the greatest Vixen ever, the legendary Cameron Ella Ava on the grandest stage there is; yeah that sounds pretty nice. You were right the first time, I plan to build my resurgence by stepping all over you. Your name and your career? Collateral damage and nothing more. I have zero intentions of ripping what you stand for apart, I don’t intentionally plan to end your hopes and dreams of becoming a world champion. But I must. I have to. I have no other choice but to because that’s what’s on the line for me. I’m not going to end up like Liam Catterson; from the greatest high to the lowest of lows in just a few years. His career, his downfall is the very reason I fear defeat at Pain For Pride. It’s not you, I would still hold that fear even if I was facing the man himself. So back to the scars? I’m going to be left with plenty, sure but I’m going to walk away with a win that will define the next 12 months. It’s a win that’s going to turn my fortunes around, reassure myself that the confidence that saw me become the EAW Champion is indeed back. I’m going to thank you for bringing to me the challenge; I’m going to thank you for being a means to an end. It’s a bitter pill to swallow I’m sure.

But holy fucking shit, hold the phone, we agree.

O’Hara stands up and throws the glass beyond the frame of the camera; a loud crashing sound can be heard when the glass makes contact and shatters in the background. Immediately the waiters and bartender stop working and look O’Hara momentarily before going back to work as his face turns red.

~O'Hara~

Yeah, lets end these “what ifs”, “when” sounds pretty fucking good to me. How does the great and mighty Cameron Ella Ava pick herself up YET AGAIN? How does the legendary Cameron Ella Ava swallow the bitter pill of yet another defeat, another Pain For Pride becoming a painful memory of fucking failure? WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN I BREAK YOUR FUCKING JAW AND YOU SIT THERE, YOUR HEAD SPINNING, IT’S MY ARM RAISED IN VICTORY AND THE FAINT SOUND YOU HEARD BEYOND THE RINGING IN YOUR EARS IS MY MUSIC? WHEN YOU REALISED YOU WASTED YOUR BREATH JOKING AND MOCKING EVERYTHING THAT I CLAIMED I AM? I’m not trying to induce fear, I’m just trying to tell you EXACTLY how this match is going to end. My words are warnings but you’re too fucking delusional to think it’s within the realm of possibility. You’re defiant but you’re weak and I see it, I’m going to expose it. You’re so convinced, so fucking convinced that there isn’t a chink in your armour and that’s not a strength; it’s not confidence, it’s not ego, it’s pure stupidity. I will admit it to you, I’ll admit to every soul who asks that defeat is possible, it’s pathetic to think stepping in the ring with you is a guaranteed victory. It isn’t and who the fuck knows if I’m even going to wake up in the right mindset. Do I fear you? Absolutely not. I fear the consequences for defeat because I cannot afford to be defeated. You talk about being the superior talent, capable of ending my momentum in a split second, having a counter to every counter I attempt. You detail so much as if it’s guaranteed; but it isn’t.

What are you going to do when every move in your arsenal cannot put me down for good?

When you think you have me beaten, but I keep getting up?

When you do inevitably take me down to the canvas but I refuse to quit?

O’Hara sits back in his chair and signals to the waiter. The waiter walks over and pours a little more scotch into the glass. O’Hara sits back in his chair and sighs to himself before refocusing on the camera, calming himself down as he taps the wood repeatedly.

~O’Hara~

Joke, that’s how you see me and my career, what I will continue to be. And that’s fine. Admittedly I deserve it because I haven’t done a damn thing since retaining the title back at Road To Redemption to prove otherwise. I am going to trample all over your career. The bell will ring and I won’t care, I won’t care for what you’ve accomplished and what you mean. Who you’ve inspired by going beyond the expectations set by others. None of that’s going to matter. This is a battle of a legend against one obsessed with becoming one and truthfully, “obsessed” doesn’t do my hunger for success any justice. It’s the reason, above many, many others as to why I didn’t throw it all away. I will fight until my last drop of blood and that’s the one promise I will not abandon. You’re going to have to deliver everything, I mean absolutely everything to defeat me. Yet, credit where it’s due; I’m going to have to do the same to defeat you. And I will, I’ll dig deeper than I ever have, reach deep into my bag of tricks to pull out a victory.

And I will…

…I will fight…

…And I will fucking rise.

O’Hara takes a slip from the glass and places it back on the table. He pulls his wallet out and drops several bills on the table before getting to his feet and walking away. A waiter walks up and looks into the camera before turning it off.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 10:16 am by **Ares Vendetta**

I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such a display of righteousness.

You WILL reclaim.

You WILL take revenge.

You WILL get redemption.

It’s fascinating how four individuals all seem so certain of their victory, and yet, three are wrong.

Delve deep down into your bodies and tell me what you desire the most. What does a man that’s had a World Championship taken from him want more than anything in the World? Another day with it around his waist? The peace of mind that comes with capturing it in the main event of the biggest event in the history of this company? It seems that when you strip away all of the experience, rid yourself of all the eccentricity, and give up all the rest until you’re naked for the World to see - that it all comes down to a deep, unbridled hunger to be the center of attention. To be considered the best as the World’s Champion. To be looked upon by anyone and everyone that crosses your path and the feeling that washes over you when you see them wish they were the ones holding the gold that’s in your possession. Before me are three men that have gone to Hell and back to get to this point - to be the challenger for the Answers World Championship on the grand stage of Pain For Pride. They paid their dues with their losses of gold, their shedding of blood, and their willingness to fight to get this opportunity. Only, what sets them apart from the Champion is that each and every one of them, at one point in time or another, failed.

I am no golden child.

I am a defeated man, and I will attest to it.

I am a defeated man, but I am World’s Champion all the same.

I’ve not lived my life in this repulsive company unbeaten. I’ve felt pain more times than I care to count. I’ve lost battles and I’ve been beaten in wars. Yet, here around my waist is the evidence that regardless of any loss, I’ve proven more than validated in anything and everything I’ve told you mongrels over the two years I’ve spent here. While others were mending their wounds on the sidelines or pursuing other means to share the spotlight with the World’s Champion, I was going for the throat of the man that mattered most, and I proved successful. Yet, it’s as though I’ve turned invisible. Suddenly, what I’ve done and those I’ve harmed and all the victories I’ve taken seem all for naught. In the eyes of the proud, I’m no more than a mere child that found this Championship lying upon the ground and now it’s only become a matter of time before the adults come to take it away. They pretend as though I’m living a dream that’s running against a clock, and come Pain For Pride, the last grains of sand will each the bottom of the hourglass and it will be as if everything I’ve built will have never existed.

So I will draw a line in the sand.

And I will sit here, with my World Championship in hand, and I will wait. I will bide my time, and I will look upon all three of them as they race towards me, crashing and clashing with one another. Salivating at the mouth. Barking and barking. Ripping and tearing at each other’s flesh. I welcome them to my World. I will sit here and I will wait for the moment they cross this line, and I will be the one to show them why all everything they hold so dear is so very trivial. Why it never mattered how much they so desperately wanted another World Championship so that they can hold it high and remind the World they’re still the best. Why all of the effort they’ve put in, driving themselves far beyond their body’s capacity will be worthless. Amongst the four men that hold everything with them so dear, there stands three liars. There stands three losers. There stands three men that put forth their very best effort, enforced their own ideals, and yet it all proved to amount to absolutely nothing. Here I draw a line in the sand, and the very moment they go beyond it, they will know the consequences to their actions. They will realize all the time they’ve spent talking and preaching to a choir that doesn’t exist will have been all for naught. They’ll know that there are factors that no amount of tenacity and willpower can overcome. They will know that all the experience in the World isn’t enough to overcome one that’s simply better than you. All of energy they’ve wasted and every ounce of fight they’ve exuberated will have all crashed into the wall that awaits them beyond this line, because beyond this line is where you cannot take back anything you’ve spoken. You can’t take back any actions you’ve made. You can’t deny the truth. There will not be a child waiting for you. There will not be a father bound to a wheelchair. There will not be a throne for you to take back. This is my jungle now, and you will be eaten the very moment you decide to test everything you believe so faithfully and cross that line. I am the man that holds the Answers World Championship, and each and every mongrel that’s challenged me has gone and convinced themselves that it’s no more than a steak tied around my neck. I will enlighten you beyond this line, and I will remind you why in less than two years it took me to be the man you come challenging so audaciously. You will each put everything you’ve believed in into practice when the point of no return is no longer in sight and the bell has rung. You cannot go back. You’ve all rushed into battle without a moment’s notice and without any intent but taking what you want, and that’s all I need to snare you.

There is no reclamation waiting for you.

There is no revenge for you to take.

There is no redemption to be had.

Beyond this line, you will know my name, and you will see firsthand that I’m not locked in here with you mongrels, you’re locked in here with me.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 10:02 am by **Tyler Parker**

I was merely getting it through your head that in the past year, you haven't done anything yourself and for some reason, Impact, you have nothing to say about it. Is... is it because you know I'm right? You know I'm right about everything I've said, right about you? If you know I'm right, then you could've said something but you can't do that. You hate it because you know I'm right. You don't have to say anything, that's fine. Because your tone? Your tone speaks for itself. Your tone... there's self-doubt in it. There's self-doubt in it and questions you're asking yourself. You're asking yourself... "is he right? Is he right about me? Is he right that I haven't done anything myself, in the past year? Is he right that my career ended two years ago? Is he right that I haven't been the Y2Impact that used to be revered? Is he right that I don't take things seriously? Is he right that I'm never going to get my seventh reign? Is he right about everything he's said?" ...You're asking yourself these questions and Impact, if I were you, I wouldn't question myself and I wouldn't question if so and so is right or not. Because after this Sunday, you're going to be asking yourself many more questions and one of the questions is going to be "how'd I lose?" You're not going to know how, you're not going to know what happened, what happened to you. You're going to be even more sad and bitter. You're going to be so stressed out because you're going to be stressing yourself. I think that, you're not what you think or say you are, Impact. I'd go out on a limb and say that the evidence points to that. Aside from your loss to Mr. DEDEDE a few months ago, there's so much more that gives you away. From how you act to how you talk, how you constantly have to put others down to lift yourself up... it's clear to me that you're not what you say you are and you know it. You know it but you refuse to openly say it, so you try to beat 'round the bush. You try to act like you don't know what I'm talking about or what I'm talking about is what you've heard before or hear from everyone else. You try to show this arrogance and false sense of toughness. You try to but you were embarrassed and humiliated after you faced me a few weeks ago. You stepped into the ring and you know what happened after that? Oh, right. You lost. Cleanly. If you don't make excuses, then stop talking. Because every time you talk, you make excuses for yourself. You make excuses for things and you have to talk about what you've done years ago. It's like the past few years of you and your mediocrity never happened. Even after the years of you living this lie, thinking it would get you to where you'd like to be --- you're still hardly better off than after you got back into the ring. You've pulled the wool over everyone else's eyes but this Sunday? On the stage? I'm going to show that you? Are nothing you claim to be. You could've had the title yourself, you had your shot a few months ago and you couldn't even do that because like I said, in the past year? You haven't done anything, this "come back" isn't much of a come back because you're supposed to come back from your loss to me but you haven't done that, no, you haven't come back from that because you're still thinking about it. You're still thinking about what happened and after this Sunday, you're going to still be thinking --- about what happened then and what happened there, at the stage that you've been on every year of your career... you're going to still be thinking about how you were THIS short of winning. You could've been holding the title but face to face, no traps or tricks? You couldn't do it and there was no one there to save you from the embarrassment and humiliation that you had to have felt. Going into this match? You have something to show. You have to show, to everyone watching, that you actually are something more than the arrogant, obnoxious, self-absorbed human being that you are. You have to show that you can do what you say you're going to do, that you're not full of it, that you're not talk. That's what you're going to have to show going into this match but Impact, you've shown me that you can't. You might have something to show but I have something to show myself. Show that I can get back to the top, show that I can get back to that point of my career where no one could compete with me and show that I can be the standard in this business. We're going to go out there with something to show but one of us actually can and it's not you. Because even if you could win against me in recent memory, even if there WAS an ounce of strength beneath the arrogance and fake mental toughness... I lose and everything I've said before means nothing. So, for your sake? I hope you're prepared. I hope you're prepared to step into the ring with me, to be embarrassed and humiliated yet again and this is going to be something that you, Impact? Are not going to come back from.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 10:00 am by **Devan Dubian**

I will always make the decision that best suits my interest, Tyler. I will always only look out for myself. And if that means I have to watch over a feud for months before finding the convenient time to step in, then so be it. I have no intention in getting into a fist fight in which the odds are against me only to be massacred if I know there is a more viable time. The profit of being hospitalized for a long time is that you garner a good amount of patience, something so virtuous in today's world. I am a proud malingerer who will masquerade as a wolf as long as he needs to before finding the right time to strike. But I am nothing like the kind of wanker our Answers World Champion is. You see, once I am provoked, I will not back down. I will see to it that the one who aggravates me is harshly dealt with because I will not let anything otherwise stand. Our champion on the other hand runs even during his fights so before you go on your high road measuring the duo of us together, understand the difference. It just so happens that playing it under lock and key has got me this fair, on a path to redeem my world title. Look at how far playing it foolhardy has gotten you, you are essentially on your path to be expunged by someone who has reigned superior to yourself for almost a year and a half now. But you would probably not know anything about that, would you? You still want to see me as the kind of neophyte who you loved gloating over to assert your supremacy. You choose to evade the matter of fact that I rose to the top of EAW when you were too busy looking earthward and rose so high that I eclipsed you. I know it was only a year but a year in our business can be a really long time, I conquered everyone and every single thing. And you believe that you even fancy that thought for a second, the reality of there being a world in which I have transcended you, you will have admitted defeat. But it is true and regardless of how many times you may yell at me the the adverse, the reality will not change. Plus if you were to start acting hastily, this match would really be over for you before you even got a chance to stand in the ring. So I commend you for trying to limit yourself this weekend but I wonder for how much longer you can keep yourself contained. I know full well that your relationship with self-control is not exactly the brightest one and if I or any of the two other opponents were to hit the wrong string, you would most likely end up invalidating yourself without even getting a chance at the world title. In hindsight, that would be a preferable choice for you considering that at least if you were to wreak havoc now, you would actually be able to do some kind of damage to me by startling me. Come Pain for Pride though where I am locked and ready to face you head on, you will not stand a chance. You are more than welcome to belittle my hardships, I do not use those as an justification to get pity or power ups anymore but please do not be so shortsighted to claim stuff like I will not be any title as long as I am in your presence. We both know that is not accurate so when I make you repent those words come this weekend, it will be an alluring feeling. You have honestly dramatized your part in this whole scenario much longer than it needed to be, accepting being overwhelmed at Triple Threat should have been your only real option. And as much as you and everyone wants to claim that I have the smallest claim in being this match, I have actual indisputable proof on a paper that says that I deserve to be here. You are here on a whim, a stab at grabbing more monetary from those fans that idolize your lifestyle as if it were their own. But then again, you did not need me to tell you that. That is why you are going the extra length to prove yourself because you know that otherwise, you would just be repressed in the real highlights. You can drag out this illusion for as long as you can but after I defeat you at Pain for Pride, I will certainly not be accepting any damn justifications then.

Sanity is the only thing keeping me from going deranged at this point Ares because if I were to really act out my emotions then I can solemnly swear that I would not be waiting till this weekend to take you out for good. What my heart really desires is to strike you when you least expect and disable you to the extent where rehabilitation is not even an option for your restoration. Whereas you thought you had retired me from good, my heart would make it a damn certainty without any hesitation. But if I were to go that far, I would not only be forsaking my sanity but worse.. I would be turning into you Ares and that is the last place I want to be. I am a content narcissist who only looks out for himself but I do not seek joy from creating chaos at every turn of the way just because it amuses me. But this whole rationality thing also comes with a well-intention package, a scenario in which I get to make you kneel in defeat at the pinnacle of all shows ever for my Answers World Championship. You paint yourself as a man who does not rely on substances to define his career but I want to admire the look on your face when you realize that something that you want.. something that was yours and was taken away from you is not yours anymore because for the first time in your lifetime, you have not been given something that you wanted. This is not a game you can manipulate anymore Ares, you face three real vindictive opponents who are stopping at nothing this time to seek what is theirs; one more ravenous than the rest of the lot because his absolution happens to be the most pure of them all. To me, it seems if anything, you have been the least willing of the participants to get your platform shoe in this because you are actually anxious and panicking for the first time since you joined this company. However I know how to handle that strain, I dealt with those demons almost a year ago when I headlined this same event and won that same coveted title that you so dearly hold over your shoulders. I know what it is that this company desires when it calls on me and even if something were to go amiss, I would be quick enough on my feet to react to the situation. You on the other hand who solely play by a certain playbook once figured out will react with carnage and finishers one by one until you are tired out to the point where you have conquered yourself and ultimately laid yourself out to be pinned by me. And only when I have seen you reached dig so deep into the ground will I be fully satisfied. If you did not wish for all of this to come this far then you should have not personally attacked and worked me at Road to Redemption because whilst at the time it may have seemed like a genuinely marvelous idea to get my name tatted on your body, in hindsight, all it really has done is cause more inconvenience for you than anything else. And if you were really so keen of consigning your memory of me to oblivion then perhaps you really should have not shot first, it is only fair that we resolve this first. After we are done and you are laying on the ground fully humbled, I want to see you see me smile knowing that the man you believed to have conquered in the past came back and fully avenged himself for his Answers World Champion. If that warning has not been taken by your heart by this point, then there really is no hope for you after all. All the more for me.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 9:38 am by **Impact**

When I stepped back through EAW’s doors, I wasn’t just an injured former legend trying to return to his previous glory; I didn’t intend to wrestle the same way that I had before, and since then I’ve embarked on a tireless journey not just to be great, but to do things greater than they’ve ever been done before — and at Pain for Pride 9, I cap off that goal with the ultimate punctuation mark: A World Championship victory in the headlining match. You don’t get this far by following the tales told in storybooks, by believing in fiction and prancing along thinking everything will go exactly as planned and nobody will get hurt. People get hurt. Bodies pile up on stretchers. This is a thankless job that everyone eventually suffers from, but without all of suffering, the winning wouldn’t taste as sweet. Without the heartbreaking losses, the monumental, career-defining wins wouldn’t mean as much. Nobody wants to lose, but for someone to regain their empire after having it conquered once before, it forces them to appreciate everything they have and bask in the limelight. It forces them to fully celebrate their win instead of simply expecting it to happen by default. After losing to Mr. DEDEDE at Reckless Wiring, I faced a different beast than the injury bug I finally overcame when I returned in 2015. Sure, the match exhausted me, but I woke up the next morning and I wasn’t particularly sore. I wasn’t physically spent. But I was emotionally drained. To keep my composure and motivate myself to continue after that was no easy task, and at the end of that day I reached a stalemate where I debated the merits of continuing to churn on against the comforting easiness of stepping away from the spotlight. Needless to say, I love the spotlight. I love the shine. I love the adrenaline that I feel rushing through my veins as I walk down the ramp every single time with the confidence of a wrestler who has never lost but the resourcefulness of a wrestler who knows exactly how bad it hurts to lose. I couldn’t walk away from everything that I’ve built. I couldn’t leave my hammer and chisel on the ground and look at myself in the mirror the next morning knowing that I’d made a huge mistake — leaving my monument unfinished. No sooner than the moment I left, someone like Mr. DEDEDE or Ares Vendetta or Tyler Parker would demolish the progress I made in building it, and I couldn’t let that happen. I remembered the soul-crushing pain that I experienced after my post-Pain for Pride 7 hiatus, the type of pain that is experienced by children that are forcibly separated from their mothers and fathers and parents from their children. At that point, I understood everything clearly — there was nothing to decide at all. I had to swallow my pride and acknowledge that I’d been responsible for the demise of Hexa-gun. I had to walk out on Voltage in front of thousands of people the next week and tell them with a bold face that The Machine will rise again. It hurt having to do that, but what I understand that some of my opponents clearly don’t is that you can’t change anything rehabbing in a hospital; the only way to change anything is by taking a firm grip on the helm and manhandling it in the right direction. So by simply not calling it quits, I inadvertently made the greatest decision of my career by making no decision whatsoever — I chose to stay, and when I walk down the aisle at Pain for Pride for the ninth time in nine years and I ask myself what the headlining match means to me, I’m not only going to remember the path that allowed me to arrive at that destination; it’s going to be my foremost thought. Because it’s just like Ares Vendetta said, the Answers World Championship means more to me than anything, it is permanently connected to me through history, it has immortalized my career, and while I have zero doubt Ares Vendetta would enjoy nothing more than to deprive me of regaining it just for the right to say he slammed the door on my last opportunity to regain the championship my name has three times been imprinted on, understand right now before you all experience that rude awakening — I will stop at absolutely nothing to take back the Answers World Championship and give that holy grail the homecoming party it truly deserves; draped over my shoulder, a separated title finally returned to its rightful holder, knowing the warmth of any other soldier would always be a little bit colder.

So you’re right again Ares, you hit the nail on the head, you won the lottery with a grand winnings total of NOTHING! Yes, that Answers World Championship means everything to me. Yes, I witnessed the undoing of two of my alliances first-hand. Yes, I watched you take Mr. DEDEDE beyond his limits and ultimately hammer the nails into the coffin of his championship reign at Grand Rampage. But I didn’t watch in envy, nor was I in amazement of how you could succeed where I failed. I watched you win the Answers World Championship, yet in no time at all I accepted that winning the Grand Rampage wouldn’t mean a chance at vengeance against Mr. DEDEDE, and I quickly realized that maybe your victory was a blessing in disguise; that I’d possibly been focusing so much on Mr. DEDEDE that I’d lost sight of what’s actually important — the coveted Answers World Championship. Now, against you, I have no further distractions. But I can tell you, having survived through everything, it’s about more than simply adapting to your new circumstances. That’s certainly not how I managed to outlast thirty-nine other wrestlers to guarantee my headlining spot at Pain for Pride 9. After surviving through so many hardships, after enduring — your buzzword of choice, it appears — for so long through so much suffering and adversity, I’m trained to prepare for everything and expect anything. That’s exactly why I’m the most well-equipped to walk out of Pain for Pride 9 as the new Answers World Champion — because despite being branded with another man’s name, I’m not going to get into a pissing contest with you about who’s taken more punishment. I’m a glutton for it, but in that same vein I can withstand it in ways that would bring Devan Dubian, Tyler Parker, and yes, even you, Ares, crashing down to your knees. I’m battle-tested in a way that none of you can possibly account for, and in the end, your confidence in your own experiences will ultimately prove to be your undoing when I show you the difference between your hardship and my hardship. You’ll walk away a loser, a flash in the pan, a footnote in the sands of time, and I’ll walk away a winner. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll book a special reservation to lock you in the same prison your father wakes up in every day: a wheelchair. Just like everybody always said…

Like father, like son.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 9:30 am by **ThePizzaBoy**

The camera opens up to a time stamp and a waiting black sedan outside of an arena. The time stamp is for roughly two hours after the last Dynasty. Coming bursting through the back shipping corridor and toward the waiting car is Pizza Boy's entourage, all of which are trying to conceal themselves with umbrellas and black towels as they're rushed to the waiting g-man vehicle by men in black shades and suits. Pizza Boy straggles behind, watching his friends more or less get muscled toward the waiting tinted vehicle. Barney relents and makes his way toward the kid. One of the g-men try to pull him back in line, but Percy grabs his arm and shakes his head forbiddingly. Barney approaches his former client cautiously.

BMB: Listen, kid, we're probably never going to see one another ever again. I mean, Omerta's pretty persistent. I've dealt with their likes before, and they ain't the type to kiss n' make up. I just wanted you to know that I'm going to miss you and I care about you.

PB: Barney, you're not my father.

BMB: I know, I know, but I really don't want anything bad to happen to ya. I've been watchin' you lately. You're startin' to act like...well...

Barney cuts his eyes at Tony, slicked out in a black poncho with his masked face concealed by a hood. The crazed mask man childishly tries to reach up and grab the nearest g-man's sunglasses, only for his hand to get swatted away. Not one to take a hint,Tony quickly goes for the glasses again, to same result. He scratches his chin thoughtfully before finally shooting out a hand toward the sunglasses once more, but quickly changing direction mid-motion and grabbing the earpiece out of the government worker's ear. He starts to sing into it like an old crooner, stroking Percy's blushing cheek.

Tony Rolland: Blue moooooon! He's always standing aloooooone! hey-hey!

One of the g-men black bags Tony and shoves him into the car as Percy glares on as his friend's strong armed into the vehicle. Sensing hostility, the men in black softly shut the door on Tony and reform their flank, Percy shooting them daggers al the while. Pizza Boy and Barney watch on. Barney shoots PB a smirk and a nod.

PB: Yeah, yeah, I'll get checked out.

BMB: Good. I'd hate to have to have tuh ruin my new life by visitin' you in the hospital.

PB: Yeah, yeah...

For a moment, Barney and Pizza Boy's eyes meet. Both men's hardened exteriors soften, and it seems as if they're about to open up, when Percy suddenly flies into frame, glomping onto the Pizza Boy with a huge, restricting, manly hug. Barney hangs his head, nods, and heads toward the car.

BMB: Big guy's always stealin' my thunder...

Pizza Boy manages to claw his way out of Percy's sobbing and slobbering grip, catching his breath as he finally breaks free of his trainer's bear hug. Percy stands before him, blushing like a school girl.

PB: Yeah, I'm going to miss you too, big guy.

Percy starts to break down once more and goes in for another hug, but PB puts his arms out in polite protest. Percy sighs and turns to leave, stops, and turns back, and gives Pizza Boy a wispy, far off, wise stare..

Percy: It's rare that a man find his true calling once, much less twice in a lifetime. In the words of Henry David Thoreau-

PB: OH MY GOD, DO YOU EVER SHUT UP WITH THOREAU!?! I MEAN, WE GET IT MAN! CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE IS YOUR JAM! PUT A LID ON IT AND LET US HAVE A MOMENT FOR ONCE!

Percy cocks an eyebrow at Pizza Boy, looking a mixture of hurt and offended. He turns, making his way to the car. He looks back with big puppy dog eyes. Suddenly, Tony bursts out from behind Pizza Boy, throwing rocks at Percy.

Tony Rolland: Can't you take a hint!?! He doesn't want you anymore!

Percy's eyes fill up with tears. He hesitates and starts to turn back to Pizza Boy. Tony cuts him off at the pass with another thudding piece of gravel.

Tony Rolland: You heard me! Go on! Git!

Percy mumbles under his breath angrily and snaps around and heads for the car.

Percy: ...crazy ass crackas always throwin' rocks n' shit...save a man's life and he fuckin' White Fangs ya...

Pizza Boy glares at Tony as his in-ring trainer fights to hold back tears. He points after Percy.

Tony Rolland: I'm gonna miss'em!

PB: How the hell did you get out of the car?!

Tony Rolland: You know, there IS a door on the other side not completely swamped by CIA goobers.

PB: Right, right...

Tony turns to his protege, letting the slightest amount of clarity break through his insanity as he grabs PB by the shoulders and turns him to look into his eyes.

Tony Rolland: You're heading off some dangerous odds now, pizza face.

PB: I know.

Tony Rolland: Think you can do it alone?

PB: I don't have to. I have Brian and Cyclone. That's more than I've had for a long time now.

Tony Rolland: Pizza...

PB: Are you addressing me, or are you just hungry.?

Tony Rolland: A little of column a, a little of column b, but listen kid. I hate Heart Break Boy. I mean haaaaate. Like on a scale of one to ten, I fucking hate his guts.

PB: I get it, geesh.

Tony Rolland: What I'm trying to say is that it's special if he saw something in you, and he wouldn't have teamed with you if he didn't think you were capable of covering his ass.

PB: I know.

Tony Rolland: And he wouldn't have left you if he didn't think you were capable of taking care of yourself. I know you've got some vendetta with your makers, but believe me when I say that you deserve to hold that EAW National Championship.

PB: Tony, no. I-

Tony Rolland: No, listen. You deserve that belt. You were robbed of it, and despite your attitude while holding the damn thing, you were a great fighting champion. Maybe after Pain for Pride you treat that title, and yourself, with some respect?

Pizza Boy hangs his head and chuckles nervously.

PB: Yeah...

Tony Rolland: Kid, look at me.

Pizza Boy looks up to see his mentor's mischievous streak back behind is eyes. PB's eyes grow wide in fearful anticipation.

PB: What'd you do?

Tony Rolland: Shshshshshsh. Don't worry. Just take a deep breath-

PB: Oh-oh god!

Tony Rolland: -and realize I stopped short of soiling myself to leave you in my essence.

PB: I-I think I'm gonna puke.

Tony turns to face the car, a smirk on his face as his protege gags in the stench of Tony's flatulence.

Tony Rolland: Gotta go out on a high note...or, well a brown note I guess.

PB tries to fan the fumes away as his mentor crop dusts past the upright and staunch CIA men, leaving them keeled over and gagging as he passes. He hops into the car, hanging halfway out the door.

Tony Rolland: C'mon, boys. I've spent a year eating nothing but pizza and garlic bread. It's going to be a long and bumpy ride!

Tony shuts the door, causing commotion within the cab almost immediately as the protective servicemen load up and peel out, leaving Pizza Boy staring after them in the dead of night, never to see his friends again. The camera fades out on the somber PB, only to come back up in the present day with the kid sitting in an all too familiar sterile looking setting, sitting on the edge of an examination table in a paper dress with a worried look on his face.

Doctor: Any bumps to the head?

Pizza Boy: Only a few that I remember.

PB laughs nervously before realizing the doctor wasn't going to join him. He hangs his head and stares at his hospital booties.

Doctor: Any history of mental illness or brain disorders in your family?

Pizza Boy: N-no...Well my dad had brain cancer, but he had lung cancer first. It spread up his lymph nodes or something...sorry, I kind of zoned out after hearing the words 'brain cancer', ya know? I don't know the full details....

Doctor: Are you a smoker?

Pizza Boy: No. I mean, I've tried smoking before but it never suited me.

Pizza Boy almost jumps as the camera man speaks, as if he'd forgotten he was in the room.

Camera man: Uh, PB?

Pizza Boy: Yeah?

Camera man: I've....caught you on camera smoking...like, a lot. Like...recently.

Pizza Boy: Oh?

Doctor: It's important that you're honest with us, Andrew.

Pizza Boy: I-I-I'm being honest. I don't remember smoking.

Doctor: Hmmm....

Pizza Boy: ...hmmm?

Doctor: Sorry, did you have a question?

Pizza Boy: No, it's just that-In my experiences, a 'hmmm' isn't necessarily a good thing.

Doctor: Yes, well, we might have to run some more CT and MRI scans. Things like this can be hereditary. If your father had cancer cells in his body, there's a great chance it's in your genetic makeup too.

PB: Oh, goodie, a 'great chance'. Doc, I really don't remember smoking.

Doctor: Nevertheless, you're in a fairly high impact, full contact sport. It wouldn't kill you to get an MRI.

PB: Unless it's the radiation from the damn things giving me cancer!

Doctor: I assure you it doesn't work that way.

PB: How the hell can you be so calm while telling someone this? I'm missing hours of my life, doc. Hours this guy has caught on film. Hours where I don't act like myself,hours where I'm not me, I'm not well. And here you are, acting like you're reading the Sunday Funnies and telling me that I might have cancer?!

Doctor: I'm sorry. I hate to seem so shrewd, it's just that it's kind of something you grow numb to telling people in this line of work. Especially these days.

PB: No x-rays.

Camera Man: PB...?

PB: No! Not until after Pain for Pride! They're not going to pull me if I'm already dead! They're not going to prevent me from beating the hell out of those three just because of a fucking black spot on a monitor!

Doctor: We don't even know for sure yet-

PB: Fuck you! You're not going to work me up in a tizzy over something my father died of and then tell me 'we're not sure yet'. Go eat a loaf of bread you fucking quack!

Doctor: Andrew, it's really a painless-

PB: No fuck Andrew. My name is Pizza Boy. I'm the underdog that pulls through! I'm the avatar of the masses! People live through me! My failure and success is their tumultuous road in life, and my vengeance on Omerta is their lashing out at every single person whose spit in their face, made fun of them, beat them up, kicked sand in their face, picked them last for kick ball, or simply got ahead in life over their hard work by being someone's cousin, nephew or son!

Doctor: This could be a life or death situation. If we do the scans now, we might catch it in time. Later? Who knows.

PB: Fuck your scare mongering ways.

Pizza Boy hops up onto the examination table, standing tall and wily over the doctor, whom seems to want to calm him down. In a panic, PB grabs a reflex hammer off of the wall.

PB: BACK OFF! OR I-I...

Camera Man: Or what? You're going to hit him with a tiny rubber mallet.

Feeling mocked from all corners, PB hops off of the bed and darts out of the room. The camera man cuts over to the doctor, who shrugs in astonishment, and then follows PB out the door, finding him crying in a corridor, curled up in a ball.

PB: It's not fair! It's not fair that shitheads like him get to mumble through people's mortality. It's not fair that someone like him gets to decide! Just like it's not fair that a guy like Judas can just come in and take what he wants! I've given everything to EAW. I've done everything imaginable to my body just to keep those letters strong in people's hearts and minds. I've fought insurmountable odd after insurmountable odd, and they just keep coming back like-like...

Camera Man: Like a cancer?

Pizza Boy glares with resentment at the camera man through his dirty tears.

Camera Man: Too soon?

Pizza Boy wipes his eyes dry with his hospital gown and stares ahead with doom in his gaze.

PB: One time when I was little, like a kid little, I saw this dog smoking on television in a vacuum commercial. *sniff* I thought it looked cool. My dad was asleep on the couch, and he'd left his smokes out on the end table. I tapped the pack like I'd seen him do a million times, let one slip out, and then I flipped open his zippo and tried to strike it up....never could get that thing to spark. He woke up to see me with a cigarette puckered between my lips and that lighter in my hand...he slapped it clean out of my mouth. He got up, tossed the smokes, and swore them off for good. *sniff* Maybe if he never buckled to peer pressure in high school, or maybe if he'd stopped in college, or if he had quit a year, or month, or day earlier things would have been different...Maybe if they'd caught it before it got to his brain...

Pizza Boy smiles a grim smile through his snot and tears.

PB: It's the damnedest thing. I remember him giving me that zippo, told me to never let him have it back. It probably wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done, giving a 7 year old a lighter, but he knew my tiny fingers were incapable of sparking the thing...I wonder what ever happened to that thing...

Camera Man: Um...PB?

PB: Yeah...?

Camera Man: Youuuu might want to check your pockets after you get dressed.

The camera fades out once more with Pizza Boy staring on in utter shock. It comes back up moments later back in Bo and Ty's, where once again PB sits in a corner booth, flopped over the table, holding the zippo and expertly flipping it open, igniting the flame, and snuffing it out again with a quick snap shut of the lid.

PB: It's funny what can influence your actions. Six months ago I was ready to roll over and die in that ring because I didn't have hope in surviving in EAW. Now? Now I fight for survival every time I set foot in that ring. It's not about gold, it never was about gold, it's about respect and being appreciated by the fans and the men and women in the back. It's about being 'one of the boys', which is a dream I relented before HBB found me and picked up the pieces. Now I stand before Omerta's scum with two of the best wrestlers in the company willfully by my side as we go into battle, a battle I plan on winning, a battle I don't care if I come back from, a battle that's going to have more casualties than winners. I came into this company with nothing going for me, nothing to lose, nothing to prove, and now I stand before you a man with nothing to gain but vengeance and vindication. I wouldn't even call it justice. Justice doesn't have a ring of intensity to it, justice doesn't have the power of hatred and malice behind it. Justice is what honest men seek out, what men who believe in the system go through the due process to obtain? Me? I see the holes in the system, I understand that it's broken, and as far as I'm concerned what has amassed to face off against Drake, Jones, and Judas is a lynch mob. Cerberus are just a two reservoir dogs, bloodhounds out for gold. It might come bloodstained, but I don't think they really care anymore as long as they get it. Me? I'm just out for the blood. You can keep the gold, Judas. I deserve it more than you, you know it and I know it, but if I walk away with ten pounds of your flesh instead of ten pounds of gold, I'm more than happy with my prize. I've come to accept that my life is a vicious circle of posses taking swings at me and me taking a chunk out of their throats. It happened with HexaGun, it'll happen here too, just like it happened with Tig and Samurai. People keep comin' at me in droves and leaving in pieces like they got some sort of death wish or amnesia. PAY ATTENTION TO THE FUCKING PRODUCT! I am the man who took HexaGun on by his lonesome, I'm the man that helped the Samurai commit seppuku, I am the man that slaughtered the last living tiger. I've been to Hades and back, I've beaten World Champions, and I've pushed better men than you three to their limit. Crack a history book sometime, or better yet ask Drake and Jones what I do to factions, Judas. They know, they were there, they bled for HexaGun. I am the motherfucking Clique Killer, I am the guardian of EAW, I am the step father of this establishment; people might not like me, they might think I'm lame, they might think I'm corny, but they will respect this motherfucker because he's busting his ass to keeping the lights on.

Pizza Boy slides the lighter across the table as he sits up, once again taking the confident and lazy posture that isn't his usual MO.

PB: I'm not afraid of death, Omerta. I've shook hands with danger on more than one occasion and pulled my hand back with all five fingers still attached. Drake and Jones can't claim that. They're the thumb and middle finger of Hexagun, and they're the only sad joke that's left of that six fingered abomination after they reached out and tried to strangle out Stand and Deliver. What makes you think an extra finger's gonna do? Pull off a shocker?

PB smiles as he makes the vulgar hand gesture.

PB: They're already the two in the stink, I guess that makes you in the pink, Judas? We can change that once I scalp you all the way down to the white meat. Face it, everything you have left to threaten me with is gone. All that's left is idle threats of killing me quickly or keeping me alive to suffer, and I've been through both plenty already and crawled away the victor. So what's left, Judas? Drake? Jones? What new, exciting, and kinky ways have you thought up to fuck me? because I'm game, boys.

PB smiles sickly at the lighter. A lightbulb goes off over his head. He slowly pulls his hand out from under the table, revealing the pizza cutter to his seemingly orgasmic astonishment. He fumbles to grab the lighter, flicks it on expertly, and starts to inch it, trembling, toward the spinning blade of the pizza slicer. The flame begins to lick it and make the blood and bile on it glow orange as the camera cuts to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 7:30 am by **Vic Vendetta**

The True Danger

I need to win this match up, win it more than I would ever envision that I could need something, yet I made the flash that brought life to the flame in my tummy. Aren, do you truly have such a feeling of privilege since you turned into the EAW Champion that you choose to forget the little certainties about past occasions? You address me as though I am a lesser man than you, yet in the event that my memory serves me accurately, I beat you. Presently, you could come up with the reasons of Jamie choosing to make his nearness known in the match, however despite everything I took advantage and in fact beat you in that ring. That, as well as was it not you who was stuck via Carlos after a Spike Piledriver to the skull and you discuss me talking manufactured fancies and garbage to the general population as it is me who fizzled in that match. There were two individuals who fizzled in that match in two distinct parts of the match. I fizzled in not having the capacity to keep Carlos from exploiting that and you, Aren, fizzled in ensuring that you were not the one to endure the pin in our match. Here is the place the kicker of this is, you think on the grounds that about the way I act, the way I battle and the way I talk, it is not something to be pleased with, but rather what is there to be glad for when you are gotten in a web of incomplete truths as you withhold data that makes you watch bad.You make yourself out to be a victor and myself a washout, another man who needs to bring the high contrast range out to the world, however at the end of the day I say that the world is loaded with an assortment of various shades of dim. We have all lost and won, some more than others, yet your big showdown rule transformed you. It understands privilege and predominance since you turned into the EAW Champion before I did.

I would go far as to say that you are thinking little of me like others is by all accounts doing. The way that I have not turn into a best on the planet in a couple of months appears to give this slant I am not a honest to goodness risk to anybody turning into the victor of this World Title Match. You say I have no heart to be the title holder, however despite everything I stand right here, battling and ripping at to the top, keeping on taking whatever comes my approach to ensure I arrive. You guarantee that I have no will to battle, yet I am prepared to battle at whatever point the time comes and I will battle as though my life relied on upon it within this Triple Threat. In any case, Carlos You blamed me for not having the devotion to sharpen my art and flawless my abilities, however I recollect that I have invested years venturing to every part of the globe to do only that from London, to Turkey, to the Netherlands, to alternate scopes of the world. On the off chance that you are remaining from far off with a crossbow close by, directing towards my head, you are feeling the loss of each shot since you are demonstrating my point for me. You advise the incomplete truth to ensure that you are still adored as the saint when in all actuality as far back as you lost that InterWire Championship to Norman Hellion, you have been similarly situated I have been with just a gleaming knickknack on your shoulder to stay with you. You may have won matches against various adversaries some time recently, ordinarily some time recently, however it will bring such a gigantic focus on you that everybody will be out to ensure that you are out of that ring the second you enter, you will understand that Gi Styles was genuinely the substance of Dynamite Rain. All things considered, I am going to give reality a chance to slap you in the face at Pain For Pride when I make a point to spike you on your head and make you both see reality that Aren Mstislav is simply one more title holder who thought he was superior to anything me and was demonstrated off-base.

It couldn't be any more self-evident, trust it or not, I respect you Aren. As a performer, you're marvelous; you got most of the potential and capacity on the planet and there's no denying that. That is to say, you're the same individual who came into EAW, decimated most of the restriction put before you on and proceeded to getting the EAW Championship from the get-go and that kind of thing doesn't just happen by fortunes to be clear it takes inclination, it takes capacity to have the ability to beat a man like me. That is the thing that you did, basically a couple of months if I am correct. You went and surpassed, beat and surpassed... what? A modest bunch of different fanatics keeping in mind the end goal to get your shot? I won't lie, that is amazing and in those most recent couple of months of your vocation here as such? You were noteworthy you were the man why should set lead EAW into a radical new period, you were the man this individuals needed to put Vic Vendetta away. The catchphrase there, however, is "were." When you began off in EAW, you were great, you were awesome... it seemed as though you were on the road to success to achievement and even in the wake of losing the EAW Championship match against me the first run through at some point later, everybody was certain you were going to do enormous things here. For hell's sake, even I suspected that quick sending when I was prepared for a title shot, I was holding up to see you keep on impressing, keep on showing everybody exactly how skilled you were and unavoidably advance toward the front of the line. I won't lie, I needed that to happen on the grounds that once more, I regarded your drudgery as a contender and I was certain that in the event that we ventured into the ring together? We'd take the appear, no inquiries inquired. Also the way that, in all trustworthiness, I saw a tad bit of myself when I took a gander at you. In any case, now take a gander at you kid, blinded by that Gold that you hold and now you're trusting that you can complete me off feeling that you will conquer the chances. You aren't the same man that I specified.

You continue conversing with me as though every chance I got for the big showdown was not earned? The main time, and I mean the main single time, that an open door was given to me it was the point at which I was given two simple contenders to confront rather than the flexible Lannister yet James Shield suspected that his activities to attempt and screw me out of another title match by giving me two irregular rivals which included you would divert me from my diversion. Each and every other chance, each other open door for the big showdown, I earned. I beat who remained in my direction and I triumphed. Aren you remained in my approach to prevent me from acquiring my title and I took it, Kevin Devastation remained in my approach to get one more risk at the big showdown when we met at Reasonable Doubt and I seized it impedance from both Jamie and Aren, now Carlos and Aren wish to remain in my method for being the best on the planet again and when I confront you at Pain For Pride, both of you will be a piece of the fallen, well both you and Aren twice. So you discuss my odds being given, the main individual that requirements to discuss being given chances is you in light of the fact that consistently that I have spent watching you battle against individuals like Mexican Samurai and Mr.DDD, Carlos has been nauseating, I have worked harder than some other individual here to be the title holder and in the event that you would prefer not to trust that, you will need to come Showdown on the grounds that the actualities demonstrate it. You need to reignite this supposed sparkle that you have lost these most recent couple of years? All you got the opportunity to do is come to Pain For Pride and I will demonstrate to you a fierce blaze since you need to upset fire again then you will fall by and by not at all like Gi Styles I will take care of business.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 7:29 am by Guest

You’re no different. You’re no different. YOU’RE NO DIFFERENT.

GOD – METHUSELAH – THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME AND YOU’RE NO FUCKING DIFFERENT TO EVERY OTHER PERSON THAT I’VE STOOD AGAINST. I’m constantly finding myself running in circles throughout my own head. What am I going to say next? What’s HE going to say next? I was enjoying this SO, SO MUCH; it was different! Finally, for the first time in almost year, I stood in front of the world as a challenged man. I actually found myself sitting back questioning everything that I had done in my career. Was everything that I’ve accomplished throughout the last four years; the entirety of the time that I’ve actually been in this business, enough to actually stand in the position that I do now against a man that has hone his craft at the top of this business for the last ten plus. Am I ready to actually walk into the match that I’ve been dreaming about for years? Am I in over my own head? Was it all worth it? What am I going to do if everything that I’ve dreamed on possessing begins to turn to nothing more than ash in the palm of my hand? I stood in front of the world, losing this fight! But, DEDEDE, it wasn’t the war between the two of us that continued to put me behind; it was the war inside my own head. We all dream about this position, but now that I’m in it – I’ll admit it, I’m a little flustered. Those butterflies are fluttering away in my stomach; Goosebumps running up and down both my arms and legs! You said it best when you called this your world. This is a position that you’ve been in before, and no matter the matches that I’ve had in the past; whether it be for World Championships or nothing more than pride, I have never walked into something that means this much. I’ve never walked into something that could create as great of an impact as this could. It never seemed to matter about the things that I was promised; it seemed like it was almost instantly that I went from being a forgotten castaway on NEO, to a man that world professed had an unlimited amount of potential, and from that moment I’ve been forced to deal with the constant criticism. Yes, before you attempt to jump down my throat about it – I understand that it comes with the job. But, with that being said, it never changed the fact that it never seemed to matter about the name standing in front of me, the story never seemed to change. In their eyes I was nothing more than a spoon-fed golden child that had his hand held as he quickly ran through the ranks of Elite Answers Wrestling. It wasn’t through my own hard work to why I was able to grasp onto the New Breed Championship; I was “given” the championship on a silver platter by Dark Demon. I grasped onto the coattails of Dark Demon and used it to carry myself to the top of this business. I didn’t deserve the Cash in the Vault. I didn’t deserve the EAW Champion. I don’t deserve the Hall of Fame Championship. I DON’T DESERVE TO STAND IN THE HALL OF FAME! I’M A DISGRACE! NOTHING MORE THAN A SPOONFED, INSANE LITTLE CHILD THAT TOOK THE EASY ROUTE TO SUCCESS FROM DAY ONE! NEVER HAD TO WORK A HARD DAY IN HIS LIFE! THIS IS GOING TO THE TOUGHEST LESSON THAT I’M EVER GOING TO LEARN, RIGHT DEDEDE?! IN FRONT OF TENS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE STANDING IN THAT ARENA AT PAIN FOR PRIDE; IN FRONT OF THE MILLIONS AND MILLIONS SITTING AT HOME, I’M GOING TO BE HUMBLED AT YOUR HAND! I’M GOING TO LEARN, THAT NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY; NO MATTER HOW MUCH I SCRATCH AND CLAW MY WAY FORWARD, I’M NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER GOING TO COMPARE TO WHAT YOU ARE! You really, really think that I don’t understand that this one match isn’t going to change everything? I never once intended on attempting to eclipse everything that you’ve accomplished in a single night. You look at me as this foolish little child that continues to see through these fabricated glasses where anything is possible. I’VE HAD AN ENTIRE YEAR TO THINK ABOUT THIS! WHY YOU WERE PLAYING “FRIENDS” WITH RYAN SAVAGE, THIS IS ALL I WAS THINKING ABOUT! WHILE YOU WERE HAVING THAT “GREAT” ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN, THIS WAS ALL I WAS THINKING ABOUT! WHILE YOU WERE CONQUERED AT THE HAND OF ARES VENDETTA, THIS WAS ALL I WAS THINKING ABOUT! WHILE I SLAUGHTERED TARAH NOVA, THIS WAS ALL I WAS THINKING ABOUT! THIS – THE BEST IN THE WORLD AGAINST THE BEST EVER IS THE ONLY THING THAT I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT!

I spent so long focusing on the things that I could possibly lose at Pain for Pride that I forced myself into that rut. But it was your words that broke through. I’m a microscopic piece in your world. I’m never going to come close to the things that you’ve created. In your words, I stand in front of the world as the “second” best in the world. Ares Vendetta defends the Answers World Championship against Y2Impact, Tyler Parker and Devan Dubian. Aren Mstislav and Carlos Rosso put their EAW and CWF Championships on the line against Vic Vendetta. Scott Oasis puts the World Heavyweight Championship on the line against Lucian Black. The three World Championships. The three center pieces of this company, or what’s supposed to be, and in your words, the two of us are better than them all. I should be happy, right? Not everyone has the opportunity, right? Not everything gets to be the “second best” in DEDEDE’s world, right? Not everyone gets to be better than Y2Impact, Jaywalker, the Heart Break Boy, Robbie V, Brian Daniels, CM Banks, Mak, HRDO, RIGHT?! I SHOULD SIT BACK AN ENJOY MY SPOT WHILE IT LASTS, BECAUSE GOD KNOWS THAT IT ISN’T GOING TO LAST FOREVER, RIGHT?!

What would you do?

Would to sit back, DEDEDE, or would you grab the bull by the horns and break the bull in half? The Best in the World against The Best Ever, a fancy for something, in the grand scheme of things is just a small piece of a bigger story. I lose and I’m forced into that place. I’m forced to admit that I’m not as good as I believe that I am. I drop this whole Best in the World shtick and I continue moving forward. You prove your point. DEDEDE continues to rule DEDEDE’s world. I win? I don’t eclipse the things that you’ve done; I don’t destroy your legacy and I don’t take your place on that shitty little “Mount Rushmore” . I win at Pain for Pride and everything that I’ve ever dreamed of opens up. Like I said, I was so focused on the things that I had to lose that I overlooked everything that’s at hand. I have nothing to lose. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing to lose at Pain for Pride! You’ve been doing this for twenty plus years in your words! IT’S TAKEN YOU TWENTY PLUS YEARS TO GET IN THIS POSITION AND I’M IN THE POSITION UNDER YOU IN LESS THAN FOUR! IF I BEAT YOU AT PAIN FOR PRIDE, DEDEDE, JUST IMAGINE WHAT I’M GOING TO ACCOMPLISH BY THE TIME I’M THIRTY EIGHT YEARS OLD?! YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE GOING TO COMPARE TO WHAT I BECOME?! DO YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE GOING TO COMPARE TO, IN YOUR WORDS, A KID THAT GOT RICH SO QUICKLY BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU’VE DONE FOR THE BUSINESS?! YOU THINK THAT YOU, THE GREAT, ALMIGHTY MR. DEDEDE; “GOD” IS GOING TO COMPARE TO WHAT I BECOME?! You say that you’ve really began to truly understand what a legacy means over the past few months, and god knows that you’re going to deny it, but I’m the reason. I know, I know, I know. But, you hold this legacy so proudly. It’s your greatest achievement. Y2Impact, Jaywalker and the Heart Break Boy – three men that stand in that infamous GOAT circle alongside yourself, but your legacy is the one that casts the greatest shadow. I know that this is the only opportunity I’m going to have to stand toe to toe with you on the stage that we do now, if not at all. This is my one opportunity to move myself a mile further ahead. A mile closer to you. We have so much in common, but I have no intention of becoming another. I don’t want to be another DEDEDE. I don’t want to cast the same shadow that you do. I don’t want a legacy as great as yours. I want one greater. I want to cast a greater shadow. I want to be GREATER than you are. This is my one and only change to ensure that I still hold the opportunity. I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again.

I refuse to come in second best.

I refuse to lose.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 7:05 am by **Nasir Escobar**

PAIN FOR PRIDE 5

Blood, Sweat, and Respect

"The Road To Success and Greatness Is Always

Paved With Consistent Hard Work. Outwork

Your Competitors, Be Authentic And

Above All Else. Chase Your Greatness."

"You don't need directions, just point yourself to the top and go!" "Stop wishing, start doing." "Wake up determined, go to sleep satisfied." "You don't just find the willpower you need. You create it." "When the struggle is all you know, fighting becomes natural, and quitting becomes impossible." These are a few of the values I live by each and every single day. When I'm in the ring. When I'm in the gym. When I'm at the film set. No matter what I do, I do it to the absolute best of my ability. Those are just a few of the values that have been instilled into me by my family and those who have had an influential role in both my career and just my life in general! I try to show off these and many more mentalities throughout every single thing that I do from the moment my eyes open in the morning, to when they shut at night time after a long days of hard work. I am the first man to enter the building and the last to leave. I try to learn and grow as a performer and as a man as much as humanly possible. Everything that I do is for my family and friends, the people, and myself. In that order. Everyone thinks that The Nas has this massive ego. The normal belief is that The Nas is just some punk kid who thinks he really is among the level of bog tier performers. While I do believe when it is said and done once I reach the top of my game and claim my spot atop the mountain that is this company, I will be held in high regard as one of the greats of his time, quite possibly any time ever. That's always the mission. If you're not here to be the best, then why are you here? If you don't want to be in the spot that all those guys are in this year, fighting for the world titles at Pain For Pride, then you need to leave right now. Moments and matches like that are what this is all about. That's why we get into this. That's why we all sign on the dotted line. In the hopes of reaching that spot. having that moment of immortality. People will speak about those three matches for the rest of EAW's existence. Even more so on a personal level for The Nas. No one in his family never got to have that kind of moment on top. Which makes it even more of a must accomplish thing for him. I need it, not just because it's what we all work for in this business. But even before I made it here, I knew I had to have it, because of my pops, on top of so many others who did not make it to this kind of stage in their careers. I carry the blood of those men who went to war just to leave whoever was in attendance to watch them satisfied knowing they watched a spectacle. That is the reason I am "Simply Spectacular" The reason why I do what I do. And why i will do what must be done come Pain For Pride, Friday, Saturday, or Sundar, for the Cash In The Vault ladder match live in MI-AMI! Finally The Nas heads back to Pain For Pride, the show of shows to try his hand at once again etching his name into the history books. It didn't work out last time, however now two whole years and a lot of growing and experiences later, and The Nas is no where near the same man he was back then. Far from it. The Nas has grown exponentially in a plethora of ways since then. And best believe that come time for the war to come to life, The Nas will not take any prisoners in showing exactly what he has and what he can do when everything is on the line and it is put up or shut up!

Phoenix Winterborn. The Nas has a lot of respect for you. And as a fellow man of the people who is willing to give his body out there each and every night to leave the fans in wow, you deserve the praise you get. However. Phoenix The Nas says this. Ever since coming back The Nas has only lost two big matches. And those matches were against Ares Vendetta and Aren Mstislav. Are you connecting the dots here? The only men who can stop The Nas are men who are on top of the business right now. And only barely could they do that in a fair straight up contest. If The Nas got his hands on that briefcase, Body Bag for any man who holds any world title. It Doesn't Matter which.

Lucian Black, Done!

Scott Oasis, Beat!

Aren Mstislav, Taken down!

Vic Vendetta, Decimated!

Carlos Rosso, maimed!

Y2Impact, Crushed!

Tyler Parker, Merked!

Devan Dubian, Eviscerated!

Ares Vendetta, Conquerored!

What matters is this Phoenix. Once The Nas get's the job done at Pain For Pride, he will do the same whenever the time is right and he sees fight to cash in his Cash In The Vault briefcase which for the record he would have won by overcoming you and seven other individuals in a multi man ladder match on any of those men he just named. And without question The Nas would leave at that point, with the world championship that for so long has plagued his thoughts but has never been anything more than just a pipe dream. Well you know Phoenix, Pain For Pride is the place where dreams can become reality! Not only that but The Nas has been starvin for too damn long just to sit here and let a young gun like you get ANOTHER shot so soon while he's been sittin here waitin for his turn to have a meal! This match will be the match where once The Nas has entered the Hall Of Fame years from now, people will look back here and know, This ladder match would be the catalyst for every single big moment to come to The Nas' career following it. This match set up every other big moment and accomplishment The Nas woulf follow it up with. Whether that be world title wins, big FPV wins, GR, KOE, etc. Now Phoenix The Nas told you one thing he wants is to face you at the top of your game, hopefully you bring just that at Pain For Pride, because you can bet your ass The Nas will be doing just that himself. That goes for every single one of you, Lioncross, Rex McAllister, Angelo, Tig Kelly, all of y'all! Come Pain For Pride when you're surrounded by all the millions AND MILLIONS of Nas' fans chanting his name, NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! NASIR! Then you will be forced to...SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL WHAT THE NAS......IS.........COOKIN!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 29th 2016, 6:31 am by **Impact**

You’re hung up on that, aren’t you, Tyler? You’re OBSESSED with the Heart Break Gal. Should I invite you out on one of our dates so you can be an envious spectator? She knows our partnership was mutual, and I know our partnership was mutual. The only person that doesn’t seem to understand our partnership… is you. You can’t comprehend it because eventually, all the people you affiliate yourself with betray you — and she remains beside me through thick and thin. That’s how it always seems to go with tag teams, doesn’t it? If I were teaming with you and our team suddenly dissolves, the next thing you know every schmuck that’s ever walked down an EAW aisle thinks they have adequate cause to tell whichever of the team members they’re against that their partner carried the weight of the team while they struggled to climb out of their shadow. It’s trite, it’s unoriginal, and yet you perpetuate it simply because you don’t have anything else to say to me. You really want to divide the Heart Break Gal and I, don’t you? You want to cause tension in our relationship? You want someone I hold dear to betray me so that I can feel the pain you felt when I twisted the rusty knife in your back. You want to teach me the same lesson that I taught you, but that’s a conundrum you’ll never be able to solve because the emotional trauma I subjected you to is irreversible, it’s something you can never recover from, it’s the type of pain that afflicts a man with post-traumatic stress disorder, unable to piece together why the same man you idolized and modeled yourself after would turn his back on you and leave you in a pool of your own blood. Like I said, I don’t make excuses, and I’m not going to pretend my past losses didn’t happen, but it’s clear they have no bearing on the outcome of the four-way at Pain for Pride. It’s clear you think the memory of my losses to you is going to affect me, you’ve so grossly exaggerated your victories that you’ve even convinced yourself my career died two years ago, as if a blatantly false statement like that is somehow going to deter me from sauntering down Violence Avenue and sending Tyler Parker on a one-way trip straight to Hell en route to my record-breaking seventh World Championship win. But you can’t even grasp the possibility of that happening, can you? The moment you even try to comprehend it, you push it away and deem it unthinkable because you’re stuck in this bubble where every victory you’ve had over me is a never-ending cycle that will continue. It’s like a dictatorial dynasty; they always think the throne will be within the family until their regime is usurped by a conqueror they have no counter for. That’s okay, because after Pain for Pride you’ll have a lot of time to spend second-guessing yourself and wondering how you could possibly lose after you managed multiple victories over me in singles competition, wondering how you didn’t defeat Devan Dubian, how you didn’t get redemption on Ares Vendetta, and how you could exact vengeance on Y2Impact when there were no World Titles involved but couldn’t escape with a victory in the biggest match of your lifetime. You’ll live with the shame. Keep it bottled up inside, bury it in you, but I can promise you one thing — you will never be able to forget it. I’ll see to that.

What’s more, I’ll see to the demise of the tired narrative that I should no longer pursue greatness simply because I’ve already achieved it time and time again. You people think the greats in sports history are satisfied to have won only one championship? Do you people think Michael Jordan came out of retirement just because he wanted to play the game, not because of a hellish desire to reclaim the championship throne? You probably do, because you’re the same witless cowards that flocked to Ashten Cross so he could herd all of you like the human cattle you are. You’re the same people that think I should “show modesty” by resting on my laurels and living some leisurely retirement life where I do nothing but pussyfoot around and watch television all day while reminiscing about how great I used to be. There’s no reason for me to reminisce, because I’m better in the present than I’ve ever been before. I was so pitifully human before, I let the bloodshed of my many battles get to me. I let it drive me into a hiatus. I let it adorn me with a suit that, seeing now, I’m disgusted by. I was weak. But it’s because I finally realized what was truly ailing me — my increasingly precarious grip on humanity that I was so afraid to let go of — that I finally transformed and broke out of a cocoon that was suffocating the life out of me right under my nose without me realizing it. It was almost too late, and I’ve certainly never been accused of being the punctual sort, but when it’s time to put up or shut up? I explode. And that’s exactly how I plan to take control of Pain for Pride 9, by detonating when Tyler Parker, Ares Vendetta, and Devan Dubian think they’ve diffused the bomb. At Pain for Pride, I don’t just crush my enemies; I crush the narrative. Anybody can boringly ramble on explaining why they returned, talking about their passion for the business and how they just couldn’t live with themselves if they hung up the boots earnestly believing they still had something left to offer the wrestling world, but I’m going to do something different. I’m going to tell you all why I DIDN’T return.

I didn’t return to lay down and let some snot-nosed newcomer take my mantle.

I didn’t return to let other wrestlers achieve glory at my expense.

I didn’t return to be unselfish and let others have their share of the pie while I convince myself the right thing to do would be to only grab one slice when I’m so hungry I could eat the whole damn thing.

I didn’t return to make a mockery of my career and make everybody forget about the moments I’ve carved in history by losing.

I didn’t return NOT to win.

I didn’t return to pat myself on the back after a hard-fought loss and console myself with the thought that at least I got the moral victory. That’s fake shit. That’s fool’s gold. I came back to get the ACTUAL victory.

I didn’t return to be in the shadow of someone else.

And most importantly, I didn’t return NOT to be World Champion.

Anybody can tell you what they returned for. Anybody can go on a diatribe demanding reparations, whining that their wrongs need to be righted. Anybody can TELL YOU they have a passion for the business. What happens inside that ring truly proves it. In a world where we’re so often faced with only Option A and Option B, I’m going to choose C. So at Pain for Pride 9, I’m going to do something nobody has ever done before. I’m NOT going to show you why I returned. I’m going to show you, move after move, drop of sweat after drop of sweat, pin after pin until that Answers World Championship is around my waist… What I DIDN’T return to do — lose.

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