The object is simple: Post your first promo.

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The arena lights go out, when they turn back on INSANE is standing in the ring.

" Hmmmmmm........ Didn't expect me did you? Neither did AWO, but I don't care because as my name suggests, I am INSANE and I am here to become the face of AWO! "

He looks around and starts attacking the air, then turns back to the camera.

" I will face anyone you put in front of me!Or behind me for that matter..... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! "

The lights go back out and this time, when they come back on INSANE is gone.

Oh man, it was already long time ago (August or September 2009 on Yahoo!Answer)

But I liked to say the stuffs like "I'll kick your ass" for like....a year or so LOL

....I feel old lol

The site it was on got deleted.

First one from Extreme Wrestling empire as my character Pagliacci. 

The scene breaks with grainy video, appearing as if it was recorded from a found footage tape. The fallen camera has a crack on its side, obstructing some of the view. As the camera is slowly dragged along the ground by an unseen hand, the distant noise of distorted circus music fills the air. The noise grows increasingly louder as the camera is led into total darkness, then it is snuffed out all together. There is only silence. As the silence continues for a full 7 seconds a small light flicks on, swaying side to side. It illuminates a dusty make-up room, for circus acts. The clown's room. Seated at a table in front of a cracked mirror is Pagliacci.

Pagliacci
This is reality. This room, this absence of light and sound is true reality. There is no other focus on this Earth for one like me. One who lives in this abyss of darkness and silence. I've lived here, in the silence, so long, that I sometimes forget what noise is like. I sometimes forget about the world outside these mercurial walls, and the smells of a place that is so distant from where I am. I sometimes forget. But they will always remind me. 

He stands up, keeping his face hidden from the view of the camera as he paces round it. His steps are echoing, and the silence of the room makes it seem all the more loud. There is a soft clicking sound as the door is pushed open, and as it is pushed open the noise of the circus music enters the room. Along with it, a mix of red, yellow, and green light floods the room. It illuminates the empty chairs that surround the make-up room, some with caked on make-up stuck to them. Pagliacci, himself, stares at the open door, his body language rigid before he tilts his head.

Pagliacci
So then... My mind is fractured when the light touches it. My eyes sting when I see the world for what it is. They say that I am evil and twisted for how I view the world but they do not understand. They do not hear the mocking laughter of their own brethren when the curtains fall. They do not have to live in fear of being shunned for being...different. So what then is my purpose for existing when the world seems to mock me for who I am? Why should I continue to try and live in silence when the laughter won't stop?

He turns himself to the propped up camcorder, lifting it up and looking at his face. The make-up has been applied, and his eyes glare angrily as the camera catches every detail. With a smile he turns his face to the light of the open doorway and heads towards it. He drops the camera on the ground inside the room and shuts off the light as he stares at the open door.

Pagliacci
I have found that purpose. I am no longer going to stop this laughter, I am going to release it. If the world chooses to laugh then I will silence it with my fists. Their bones... The powder to the make-up. Their blood, the lipstick. Their fear, the sanctuary to my mind. I am Pagliacci, and I will sit in silence no more.

As these last words are spoken he takes the door, slamming it closed against the camcorder. The screen shatters and the video abruptly fades to black. As it fades the feint sound of laughter is heard in the background as a title reaches the screen, followed quickly by a splash of red that looks like a clowns twisted grin before the entirety of it fades to black with the laughter vanishing.

Release The Laughter!!

I'm pretty sure whatever horrendous angelfire page I promo'd on first has long since been overtaken by porn spam and deleted.

Oh man I found my first EAW Promo

(Scott Diamond is Shown sittting on a Chair Somewhere) You know I have been in Other E-Feds before, but nothing Ever this big, this is the Crowning Juel of my career, this is it, I have been in other things but nothing ever this big, I mean this is EAW, this is a HUGE Company and I am so grateful for this, I promise you EAW fans and Everybody in the back you will NOT BE DISSAPOINTED. Let me tell you what I bring to the company of EAW. I am 6 Foot 4 Inches of pure Rock Hard Muscle I am not all muscle however, I am very athletic, more athletic then you think. I have this move called The BMYWES Which stands for The Best Moonsault you will Ever See, and Trust me once I hit that, you are not gonna get up from that, I will Pin you in the ring 1.....................................2...........................................3 No matter who you are, You will be done, If I hit you with that. Then you have Last Rites and Angels Wings, which are also Devistating Moves, but nothing is more devistating than the BMYWES. I don't care what you say, that is the Most DEVISTATING Wrestling Move of all time. 


You know I am new here to EAW, I am the Rookie, the Nobody, the Cocky SOB, the Talentless new guy, hell even the NOOB. I Guarantee you I am not any of those things that I just mentioned, and you can bet on that. You will soon know what I mean when I say that.




Some People here look Familiar, you could even say some of these people are my friends, but I say that the rest, I really don't know at all. Not One bit, Completely unfamilair to me.




Is it becuase that I am so far out of there league is that why I never heard of them, is it becuase I am just to stupid to realize that they are alive.



(Looks up from the Chair)


I will tell you why, it is because I have worked my ass of just to get here, I have never heard of these People becuase this is one of the biggest Feds Around. So lets be honest, If your in EAW, you are hanging with the best of the best, and that is the truth whether you like it or not, you are hanging with some of the best Wrestlers in the world in EAW. Now I have talked to you about that stuff, but now I am gonna talk to you about this Rookie Buisness.


Doesn't a rookie have to be a little Cocky? Doesn't a rookie have to step up to show that he belongs here. Doesn't he have to take it to the Veterans of the company to show that he belongs to be in EAW.

I might be a little cocky, but hey like I said, you have to be. I  AM NOT OR WILL NEVER EVER BE A "NOOB" I really don't even know what a NOOB is. I just know it has something to do with being a Rookie.

Now if you will excuse me.

I don't have it unfortunately. But it had a lot of cursing and a lot of typos.

Ahh, hasn't been that long but I've come a long way.



(The camera pans up from the gravel to show Tig Kelly sitting on the hood of a car in a vacant parking lot, the Reitz Arena faintly seen in the distance. Tig takes a sip of straight whiskey without looking up)


*chuckles* You have to appreciate the situation I get to put myself in. After the Dynasty boys have declared a REVOLUTION, the folks upstairs have obviously seen it fit to allow yours truly to set the pace for the first night of it. You three are stepping into the ring with another level of violence and bone crushing strikes that have strewn casualties across the land. No no my friends…my VICTIMS….this isn’t MMA but I assure you that I will see the same results here as I did in that world as well.


(A quick cut of JJ Silva yelling “ITS WHO I AM” flashes on screen)


It’s no sweat off of my back that I get to destroy a couple of no namers and a stepping stone in one night. Tyson Michaels and Mark Michaels… (*Tig looks off screen*) are these guys related or is this just the boys in the back having a laugh?....anyways….Gentlemen, get ready to be welcomed into this scene. I may not be a savvy veteran, but my fists tell the calloused tale of a thousand wars and will crush your bones into a fine powder until you concede or they pull me off of you. I’m not here looking to gain a pinfall over either of you and honorably shake hands, that’s not what champions do. There isn’t a single tale of the bloodiest conquerors pinning a man’s shoulders to the mat and proudly being declared the victor. They all end just how your story will…in a pile of weeping pain, each name etched in history as one of the men that Tig Kelly slayed on his path to the record books.


(Another quick cut of JJ Silva yelling “I AM THE TRUE GOD OF WRESTLING” flashes on screen)


 Psalm 35:4 - May those who seek my life be disgraced and put to shame; may those who plot my ruin be turned back in dismay. 

JJ, I’m not going to fight you. No matter how you beg and plead, no matter how loud you announce to the world that you are my striking superior and that you’re the most lethal man on the planet…you’re not getting a fight out of me. This isn’t a concession, not one bit my bitter friend. A fight is defined as “a violent confrontation or struggle” which implies you getting in any kind of offense on someone as refined as myself. There will be no fight here, just the disgusting crunch of your bones as my kicks crumple your sorry sack of meat to the ground over and over again until you realize that YOU WEREN’T BUILT FOR THIS. I don’t end lives for a reason, I want you to wake up every morning still sore from this match and wondering where you career would have been as you watch me hoist title after title on your damned television screen. I want your kids to ask you for every new Tig Kelly shirt that releases as you try to explain to them that Tig Kelly is the reason their daddy is on disability pay instead of doing what he loves and that’s why you don’t feel comfortable even speaking his name. 

I want you to think long and hard before you join those two morons you call your tag partners on Dynasty and maybe rethink your position as a “life ender”. I can tell you one thing; they build statues of people who end lives. They shout their names in the streets whether it is in infamy or as praise, I can assure you life enders don’t END up on pre-shows.
 
 

Pair me with who you please…I will carry them to the mountain tops on my back using the unconscious bodies I’ve laid to waste.

Fuck that shit I delete every promo I write whenever I start a new one

INDEPENDENT YOU'RE A FAGGOT AND I'M GOING TO BREAK YOU'RE FUCKING ANKLE!

OH IT'S REAL...

IT'S DAMN REAL!!!

Scott Diamond wrote:

Oh man I found my first EAW Promo..

I'd just like to rise from the dead to remind you that you were 0-4 until you won your first EAW match

Happy cone kickin'..