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Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 5:04 pm by **Adrian Christ**

(Adrian is seen staring at a tablet. He is watching last week’s Dynasty but only his entrance. He is watching nothing but his entrance over and over again.)

AC: I keep watching this over and over and over. I’ve found every angle of it fans have uploaded to YouTube. I’ve watched me come out to my entrance last week so many times that I know for a fact there wasn’t a single person that wasn’t cheering for me to beat Lucas Johnson. Even so, I have this weird feeling that I just can’t seem to shake. I have this feeling that maybe they were only cheering for me because I was facing a loser like Lucas Johnson. This feeling that despite me always getting cheered there are people who still don’t believe in me. People that think I’m nothing. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. But maybe there are people that still have a bad taste in their mouth after my last run in EAW. People that remember me first coming to EAW six years ago and for whatever reason deciding to team with Kevin Devastation and whoever that other loser was. Honestly I try to block that out. This week though, I can get rid of that feeling. I can make the doubt in the back of everyone’s mind disappear. This week on Dynasty I face Kevin Devastation. Be careful what you wish for Kevin. Last week you said you wanted a challenge. You said you wanted someone who can try and bring the thunder. Not only will I bring the thunder, I will bring the entire storm, and there is no shelter from this storm. I have no earthly idea how you have managed to gain an ounce of success here. I have no idea how you have won a single championship here let alone a World Championship. I would go look it up in the EAW archives but I don’t want to literally bore myself to death. God only knows how you’ve made it into the EAW Hall of Fame. I guess there are just people like you who somehow make it to the top in order to show the worms on the bottom that one of their own CAN make it to the top. I am glad that I finally get to face someone who has accomplished something though. I grew tired of fighting the Lucas Johnson’s and Cegorach’s. I needed someone better to defeat to impress the EAW higher ups. I need to show them what I can do so I can get a qualifying match to get into that Extreme Elimination Chamber match for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship. I need to win this match, there is no plan b. Simply put, You are in my way Kevin Devastation…. move or be moved.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 5:00 pm by **Cleopatra: Empire GM**

(Cameras unravel inside the Lancaster Events Center as Cleopatra is shown sitting behind her desk from inside her office. The camera zooms to her face while she smiles)

As Empire General Manager, I have to say at least one proud thing that I'm happy about -- Empire's ratings have skyrocketed and we are continuing to challenge the men's locker-room day in and day out. And that all goes thanks to my capabilities of handling the sh*** complaints and whiny personalities around the Vixens locker-room. Whether it's the overly needy pests in our OG Vixens or the equally ignorant witches of the Sirens, I can still withstand them all! And that's the reason why I'm actually going to send this message. So shall we begin?

(Cleopatra places her reading glasses on while picking up a piece of paper as she begins reading)

First up, our very own Specialist Champion, Shamez!

Of all the people to complain about my time being champion in EAW when Vixens were scared to come out of retirement to face me, it would be Kendra, right?! When half of her celebrated career was during the time when she had absolutely NO one to fight against. Sounds very hypocritical of you, Shamez. At least I had your so-called "OG" Vixen sister, Cameron Ella Ava to play with for an entire year and the Vixen job squad leader, Sasha Fierce. Anyway, I'm tired of you trying to antagonize me every single week. I do respect you and your sisters for all you have done for us in the past but let's get serious. You need to focus on the first task at hand --- the Sirens! You surely don't want to focus on me or else, your "soulmate" Heart Break Gal can tell you more than I can on how it felt being shut down not once but twice by the hands of the Ptolematic Queen, your BOSS, Cleopatra. You better be lucky that a "Kendra Shamez vs. Cleopatra" never occurred.

Next up, another one of my champions, Sheridan!

You just became champion and already complaining about this upcoming week's Halloween costumed theme? You understand that I have no control over the dress code?! You need to speak with the EAW management on these matters because they place the dress policies, I just enforce it! Anyway, you believe in your heart that you're going to ruin MY show too? You call yourself joining the Sirens? You want to become best buddies with Cailin? And for what? Both you and Kendra need to realize that it doesn't matter who beats who, who teams with who or who wants to fight who, you're still under ME and you still represent ME. No matter how much you both want to complain about my acts of authority, you both still have to follow by my rules and regulations and there's no but's about it. So save your breath when talking against ME because I have full power of taking away something you girls won't need if you continue to become the main problem on MY show.

Consuela, don't believe what you hear. As much respect I have for your sister on how she ended my year-long Vixens Championship reign, I have an even more enormous respect for her being able to fall short against me for an entire year as well. Your time is coming, just be patient like the rest or you will wind up like a bottom-feeder such as Veena Adams. Now Ms. Adams...

I have a few questions for you....

Where were you at the time of my Vixens championship reign?

If it were SO dead then...

Why didn't you come and lend a helping hand?

Or the most relevant question....

Why do you give a s*** about Cleopatra's career when you really need to be focusing on the impossibilities of climbing out of your hole of mediocrity that you've jumped in ever since trademarking your own uncle's success. You better be even lucky that I booked you against Tarah Nova this week!

You b**** need to listen up, I have no time for you. I'm honestly SICK of you. How long have you been in EAW and you're still not an inch worth of what your uncle is to EAW? However, you both do have something in common that goes along with your ignorance. You don't know who are you. You're not some God, or a "Queen." In fact before EAW had a Queen, I was always dubbed as the Queen of the Nile. And do not think for a second that I can't snap on you at any moment. I'm just too busy perfecting my authoritative craft to entertain you, Veena but if you keep this up, I'm going to nail some serious consequences on your back and I'm not talking about managerial circumstances, you punk b****.

Now Cloud, Stephanie or whatever you want to run with. You have my respect as a person that doesn't want to be ran over all the time. I have nothing more but absolute high praise for that statement. However, don't do anything that causes your career to drain out. I gave you the boost that you needed. You ended the career of Cleopatra's in-ring performances but you didn't end Cleopatra. Therefore, I have the power over what goes on in your career so do me a favor, don't become the sloppy seconds of Veena Adams. And please watch your mouth when speaking to your BOSS.

To be real? I'm done tolerating this B.S. I can't wait for these three weeks to hurry and deliver me from all of your a*** whiny and complaining about nothing. This little war is going to end soon and all will be well.

Don't thank me until it's over.

(Cameras fade to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 4:51 pm by **Bianca Carmichael**

Empire Promo; Sold Out; Lincoln, Nebraska; 4:47 pm EST; 10/26/16

*Prerecorded Message for 1:30 pm Sunday October 23rd*

[[The camera opens up to Nicole Fyre walking out of a costume shop. When the young girl notices the camera she hides her bag behind her back and looks up at the camera.]]

Nicole Fyre: Oh geez...You just startled the shiz outta me! Don’t just sneak up on a girl like that! Especially one who can kick your butt like me!

[[Nicole stands proudly before noticing the bags behind her back.]]

Nicole Fyre: Nuh Uh, no peaking yet. You won’t get to see what I got in my little bag of goodies here until this week’s episode of Empire...or maybe I will take a pic for social media, who knows?

[[Nicole smiles and winks to the camera before picking the bags up and heading out, presumably to her hotel room.]]

*Prerecorded message end*

[[The camera now opens up to Nicole in her hotel room, fiddling with a pen.]]

Nicole Fyre: And here we are once again...Another week, another edition of Empire coming this Thursday night. Only the difference is, we’ll all be dressed up in costumes is all. It will be a fun night of course. For myself more than any other, because I have the pleasure of teaming with one of the best performers Elitist or Vixen on the entire planet, in the form of Cameron Ella Ava. I’m paired up with not just the hall of fame Vixen, but her twin sister the just as impressive Consuela Rose Ava as well. And all across the globe, everyone has been asking me the same thing. Why Nicole? Why did you do it? Why did you sell your soul to the three she devils of Elite Answers Wrestling?! Why did you choose to align yourself with the OG Vixens? Why did you choose to stand beside Kendra Shamez, Cameron Ella Ava, and the Heart Break Gal? Just listen to those three names will ya? You put the accomplishments of those three together, and you got a list of achievements that no one in this business can stack up to, Male or Female. That is a proven fact! And that fact is, that is where I want to be. And I’ve seen how things are shaping up here on Empire. Just as I’ve seen what has been happening to the girls as of late who wish to join in on seizing of opportunities and the spotlight here. It doesn’t end well. There’s a common trend of things not happening the way they plan! I’m not going to be another statistic to that. I am going to be the exception to the rule. Why? Because I am above all of that, just as I am above all of you. I made Cameron Ella Ava and Heart Break Gal an offer that they could not refuse. And would you believe it? They did not refuse, who woulda guessed huh? It’s like I am, psychic or something right? The point is, I am now in prime position to be groomed by three of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots to take their place when the time comes. To become a great Specialist Champion like Kendra Shamez is now. To become a proud Vixens World Champion like the Heart Break Gal was and rightfully still should be! That is the position I take now. This is only the beginning...the beginning of the rise of Nicole. The rise...of the flames!

[[Nicole begins flinging her pen into the air, then turns back and grins maliciously.]]

Nicole Fyre: But some people just want to douse that flame before it burns bright in the nighttime sky unfortunately. One of those people being Bianca Bella Vita. Now BB, you are right. At the end of the day, the history books show, that yes. I could not defeat you. However that was a glorified tag team match and YOU know it! Everyone knows it. But the thing is, look at where we are now. Yes, Cleopatra has “her eye” on you. She sees “potential” in you for the distant future. However The OG Vixens, the three best roaming the world today, have accepted me as their immediate pet project. I am the one they are going to make and mold into the dominant and iconic lady to take their in the future. I am the one who will rule over this Empire with an Iron fist! I will be the one in firm control of this division! I will be the one who reigns supreme. The power will belong to me in due time deary, and you are powerless to prevent it. You claim I sold out too. You’re just like those people! You’re jealous is all. You wish you could be where I am now. You wish you had the opportunity that I hold today! Sorry honey, but Cleo may have hope for you, but it seems she’s the only one that sees something in you other than nothing more than just a role player Vixen. A filler performer in the grand scheme of things. You’ll never be THE WOMAN, like how I am in prime position to be groomed into becoming The Law of the land around here, now are you? It bothers you. It eats at your insides. You just cannot stomach the thought of it. So now you point fingers and try to make excuses. The fact is I see right through you BB Vita, just like the OGs see right through the Sirens. BB you just cannot handle the fact that you don’t have what it takes to be in my position now. I am the future of the Vixens division that Kendra Shamez, the Heart Break Gal, and Cameron Ella Ava will mold! And there is nothing YOU or anyone else can do about it!

[[Nicole lays back in her bed and looks up at the ceiling. Then breathes a sigh of boredom and continues to play with the pen in her hand.]]

Nicole Fyre: Oh...and when I referred to “anyone else”. I didn’t expect to immediately bring someone up so quickly. Speaking of mediocrity however, Madison Kaline and Erica Ford. Let’s start with Erica Ford. Now you had no idea who I was until about a week ago? That is quite amusing. However that is exactly what I am talking about. It’s statements like that as to why I decided to sign myself up alongside the OG Vixens in the first place! I did what I had to do to get ahead because the fact that inconsistent females such as Madison Kaline and Erica Ford are ahead of me is absolutely embarrassing to me. It is an insult and a slap in the face to everything I stand for and everything I work for. The fact is I can so easily lump you two together because sure, you’ve had some good moments. Such as you Erica, defeating the Heart Break Gal in the Empress of Elite Tournament. And you Madison, making it all the way to the finals of that tournament. However...the thing is this ladies. Those are just past moments. Sure, you beat Cailin Dillon last week Maddie, but that was last week. Just like you talk about being such a great leader. I hope you’re ready to lead trash into battle tomorrow. Then again you’re used to it anyways with Stephanie and Alexis. So you must know what you’re doing. Then again, there’s a difference from carrying losers to semi relevance and actually rising to the top of the mountain with them. And that’s what you fail to see Madison. Sanatorium will NEVER reach the peak of Empire, no matter what kind of victories you pull off, it just ain’t gonna happen. And the reason for that is because you yourself gauge your abilities all wrong. You give yourself WAY more credit than you deserve! Leading this lost cause of a trio into battle ladies and gentlemen is “Empire’s greatest choke artist”, Madison Kaline! And as for you Erica. I would consider you the smartest of the three ladies in this match surprisingly. Mainly because you have admitted defeat already. You have been silent. You have accepted that you have no chance, no shot in being victorious against The Ava twins and myself, as you should! Then again that doesn’t make it nearly as fun to beat you. You’re going to be like that sick dog that just lays there and takes the beating. It will lose its charm soon enough and just simply become sad. One thing I do know is you best not do anything, because if you can’t even put away Azumi Goto of all people...how could you possibly expect to last in the ring with the three of us? Erica you have always been and will always be an AFTERTHOUGHT!

[[Nicole stabs the pen into her bed sits up immediately. She gives a confident smirk to the camera, then shuts her eyes and turns it into an innocent child’s smile.]]

Nicole Fyre: These flames burn brighter than ever ladies...Prepare to be DAZZLED!

[[The camera fades to black.]]

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 4:43 pm by **AlexisDiemos**

“Honey...none of you should ever tell me that I’m not good at my job. Ever. I’ve had rough spots but damn does mommy look good now that she’s back into the mix? I mean, look at these little notches I have in my belt now. And now we get to fight the Vixen’s world champion and the former specialist champion in a tag match. My sister sounds so excited right now. I mean...she’s filled with joy over making Cailin bleed in that ring. And I mean bleed. I’m up there with her as well. I really want to see her writhe on the floor and cry, and I think I know just what can make that happen. See, this match is personal for me as well. And it’s personal because I really want to get nitty gritty with that Vixen’s World Champion. A title that I would have challenged for, if it wasn’t for an injury I suffered at the hands of Tarah Nova. The injury that dropped me down in the race, and was one of the factors in my early leave. Well, with me sitting at home so much to recover, sometimes you get some urges and...well I digress.”

Alexis stretched out on the catwalks above the finished Empire halloween arena. She draped her legs over the sides of the catwalk, kicking them a few times in amusement. Cobwebs traced around them and she ran her fingers through her red hair, having cut it short to fit with her costume. Her red corset with green trim around the side hugging her body, promoting her curves as she dusted off her top hat. She reached back, picking up her goggles and pulling them on as she laughed to herself. A perfect Duela Dent costume. She’d have to thank her costume designer soon, that is if she didn’t tear this costume up during her match...or at the hotel room with Eclipse of course. Then again...that might be a good way to end their night. Start for a third child? No, she couldn’t let her own urges affect her career anymore. Not when she was so close to achieving something for herself. She ran her tongue along her lips, letting out a soft sigh as she stared at the ceiling.

“To start things off, I love halloween season. It’s a time to dress up. To stun the crowd with your ravishing looks or make a monster of yourself. Good combinations for a person like me. And above it all, it’s a way for me to enjoy myself. To breathe life back into myself. And the powers that be have gifted me and my beautiful sister with a great matchup. Do I know that we’re being used? Oh yeah, we know. This has nothing to do with improving our stock in the world of Empire, it’s to get back at Sheridan and Cailin for going against the OG’s and you know...I have no qualms with any of it. We aren’t involved with this war for our own benefit...but as long as we play to our strengths Sanatorium comes out stronger. And that’s all that matters. We’d side with the devil if he promised us immortality, so why pretend like we are noble savages? No, instead we look to the world as it is. A battlefield. And mercenaries like us thrive on it. Mercenaries...I don’t know if Heart Break Gal would like me using that term for what we are, knowing how much of an attitude she gets with people...disrespecting her. Still, that is what we are. We aren’t here to play around, and pretend like we are the next greatest thing, me and Stephanie are here to continue our trade in the war that is Empire.

And that brings it to who we talk about. Cailin Dillon was the focus for Stephanie and for good reason. Honestly, the two of you were so close to each other, it made my ovaries hurt. And yet...well...jealousy is an ugly thing. In the end she realized that you all weren’t her family. That’s why she left Cailin. Not for some reason that you think. That you think she simply used Formation to elevate herself, no. No she left because she didn’t have family with you all. You weren’t family to her. You were...close friends. But family will stay beside you no matter the decision. And Stephanie stands beside us with her strength, her skill, her intelligence, and her beauty. So Formation fell, and in its ashes, Sirens formed. Sirens. A new creation and one that is actually sufficiently better for the three of you. Aria, Tarah, Cailin. Powerhouses of your division. All former champions. All thirsting for glory in EAW. It just works doesn’t it. But do you know something about how groups like that work Cailin? See, groups like that...they have to be ready to reach some upheavals. And Empire is one such fight. See, you this isn’t the same world that you conquered when you first showed up in the Iconomy and made a statement. This is a whole new ballgame. And I’m starting to find my place in it. And it won’t be under your boot again Cailin. I refuse to live in the shadows of Vixens that have found their spotlight off of the backs of women like me. And I have all the respect in the world for you Cailin. I know how close my husband is with you, hell he still considers you his sister. So in the end what I do to you, won’t be personal at all. I’ll leave the personal stuff to Stephanie. You aren’t my target, you’re an obstacle sweetie. A little insignificant obstacle in my road to achieve what I want, and what I desire. Now for the personal. The very personal.”

She lifts her head up, running her hands against an old scar. A wound that had healed but the memory of it had not. Her neck slamming into the exposed turnbuckle, the metal ripping into her skin. Her voice becoming wheezy. And Sheridan rolling her up for the pin and laughing all the while about her German Efficiency. Alexis felt the scar against her neck again before laughing to herself.

“German Efficiency reigns supreme in EAW. I have to give it to you Sheridan. You have done well for yourself here, sweetie. That title looks nice on you. As does the rest of your outfit. You got cuter since being here. Maybe a little hotter. Still, not into german girls I’m afraid. At least you aren’t spouting off nonsense while stuffing your face with sausage. I remember that. I also remember you nearly ending my career. This scar on my neck is a reminder of what happened the first time we faced off, hell I think it was your first ever match in EAW. And my neck hit the exposed turnbuckle and you won off of a rollup, as I choked on my own blood. And now you stand here, proud with gold around your waist. You had best believe this is personal between us Sheridan. See, I never forgot what you did to me, and I never got the chance to do anything just as lethal back to you. So I get that chance on Empire. I get the chance to fight the best that Germany has to offer for women, and god forbid if I let it slip away. You insulted me by stating that I have to fight to get out of bed in the morning, that makes me think you haven’t seen me fight yet. Well, I’m here to prove you wrong. I can get out of bed just fine. And I will enter into that ring, and I will take care of you with the efficiency that an angry mother has. Quick. Lethal. And without mercy.

Sheridan. You have nothing against me now. A single win over me, that is all. And that was a long time ago. This is now. This is the era of Empire, and you are on top of the mountain for now. But guess what happens to dragons that lord over a mountain? The dragon’s get destroyed by Knights that seek glory. And glory is something that I want now. Mother is waiting for her chance to shine dearies. And this hallows eve special on Empire is going to have just that. A heaping helping of glory, domination, revival, and a whole lot of surprises. Mother’s waiting. Let’s see if you can impress her.”

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 4:01 pm by **Jon McAdams**

Jon McAdams

The Survivor

Voltage Promo #2

THIS JUST IN! THE TRUTH ABOUT AHREN FOURNIER!

*The following footage was taken by possible actual employees of Ahren Fournier. Their faces and identities have been hidden to protect them from their former violent and psychopathic Employer.*

The screen fades in from the black to reveal a man’s silhouette. He is sniffling as if crying.

“It’s ok, sir,” Jon McAdams is sitting across from him, a second camera shoots on him. He’s wearing a doctor octopus costume and speaking in a well mannered New York accent. “Take your time, this is a safe environment. You can trust me to protect you. Ahren Fournier can’t hurt you here. now tell the camera as much as you can about who you are and why you are here. “

“Ok… I was an actor paid by Ahren Fournier to pretend to think he’s great,” the man sniffled. “We all were. It was really sad and at first we all felt sorry for him so we did it at a discount. He thought that because we did that we really were his friends. Admittedly we made fun of him a lot when he wasn’t around because of it which was wrong, but after what he did to us… well… he deserves much more.”

“I see,” McAdams writes something down on his notepad. “So, it’s true then? All of the people that you see around Ahren Fournier are paid actors? Nothing about him is real? He’s just a big phony?”

“Yes, Doctor,” The Man nods his head and wipes his eyes. “He spends all his money and people so that he looks cool and hip but he’s really not… and then he tries to use young hip language and lies about his age. He says he’s younger but hes 35 years old and trying to be cool by using language teenagers use.”

“That is pretty pathetic,” McAdams agrees and continues to write in his notepad. “And what would he have you guys do?”

“At first, it was harmless. He would have us drink at his house, or wherever he needed to go. He would tell us to laugh at his jokes. And sometimes I thought he might actually be trying to make us his friends. We’d have conversations with him but we realized really fast that he doesn’t know how to listen… He has terrible language comprehension and even when we’re being crystal clear, he says we’re confusing.”

“Ah yes, I’ve experienced this before,” McAdams nods.

“He only hears what he wants to hear, and at first, whenever one of us would say something he didn’t like, he’d just talk over us or pretend we didn’t say it and talk about something else but then it got really bad.”

“Oh no, what did he do?”

“Well first he would start drinking. He was always drinking. He would pretend he’s a bat but it would continue to get worse and worse each week. We’d go home after a day’s work and he’d appear in our homes and when we’d tell him to leave it would get worse.”

“I see, this must be why he calls people drunkards. He’s projecting.”

“Yeah, he would tell everyone about their problems! But it would always be his!”

“Ah yeah, that makes sense. Everytime he’s talked to him he’s done that” McAdam’s nods in agreement. “So how did things start getting worse?”

“ Well, he started hurting us. Physically hitting us, and at some points I was even sexually harassed by him. He’d grab my butt and tell me that I’m his trillest meat treat and when I would protest he would slap me to the ground and tell the camera man to turn the camera off. Then he would tell me if I ever talk back to him again he’ll kill my family.”

“Oh that is just terrible,” McAdams looks furious. “He is a monster. It all makes so much sense now. The hype isn’t real and neither is he.”

“Yeah, and the other sad thing is that, every week on the show, he’d make us rewatch his promos, and matches and it was always the same every week. Whenever we were in a promo we could practially keep doing the same things we were doing from the week before and he’d call it fresh and exciting! My friend brought it up once to him to change it up and we never saw her again…”

“Oh my god, that is terrible. I don’t know how he gets by doing that.”

“Yeah, he literally made someone disappe-”

“Just like I said, he just slinks by doing the same crap over and over again. He’s lazy and phony, and overrated. And what’s worse is the man wants to keep dredging up what happened last time like it’s going to matter this time. This time I know how to take him down. This time I’m not alone. A loss is a loss and a win is a win. I made no excuses for my loss. Why does he make excuses for his? Because he’s a child.”

“What? Are you listening? Ahren Fournier possibly murd-”

“Also what kind of man, can call himself a man and know what he’s doing is wrong and how he behaves is wrong and use the excuse ‘I’m a victim’. It’s like actually saying, ‘I acknowledge I’m wrong and at fault for my behaviour and for being a terrible person but somehow it’s everyone elses fault’. I’m sure he has never had to be at fault for anything your entire life. He is the entitled spoiled crown of crap I thought he was when we first faced off.”

“Wait, oh no, this isn’t a tell all. This is a promo isn’t it.”

“Shut your mouth boy, before I make you disappear.” McAdams stands up. “I swear… if this is all he’s going to keep bringing to the table, he might as well not even show up this sunday. So sad… so sad…”

McAdams steps off camera as the man sitting in the chair shuffles uncomfortably.

“So… can I go?” The man says.

McAdams is heard yelling and approaching fast towards the camera. The man in the chair screams in horror as McAdams flies into the shot hitting the Head Trauma on the man in the seat.

*Screen goes black.*

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 2:42 pm by **La Diva**

*Empire 2

[La Diva is having a Conversation with one of her old friends n the hall while Max A Million stops her]

Max: Pardon me Ladies but can I get a quick moment of La Diva. for just a Sec of her time before her match this Thursday.

(La Diva's friends walks way when Max A Million starts talking to La Diva)

Max: two weeks ago on Empire you lost your match to Brianna Taylor and then now you will face Sarah Gemini this week on Empire until Shock Value FPV on Eaw So any Suggestions La Diva.

La Diva: Well the reason that I lost my match is because they wanted Brianna Taylor to win instead of me cause when I almost had her two weeks I could be next in line for Sheridan Muller Vixens World title at Shock Value until I beat Sarah Gemini in two days on Empire on Eaw network.

Million: La Diva can u even defeat Sarah Gemini this Thursday.

La Diva: if only hows the match gonna be cause once I beat that snot nose Sarah Gemini in two weeks on Empire then I'll be your next Vixen World Champion against Sheridan Muller at Shock Value right after I win my match with Sarah Gemini this week on Empire when I get a win over Sarah Gemini in two days on Empire then I will get a shot at Sheridan Muller's Vixens World title at Shock Value FPV after our match together when I beat Sarah Gemini this week on Empire on Eaw.

(La Diva leaves when Max A Million Continues talking)

Max: there u have it folks cause in two days on Empire La Diva will be in action once again when she face Sarah Gemini this week on Empire.

Million: So we hope that La Diva can win her match against Sarah Gemini this week on Empire until she gets a Vixen World title at Shock Value FPV whenever she beats up Sarah Gemini this week on Empire on Eaw network.

[Camera Scene fades when La Diva heads back to her Dressing Room before her match even begins this Thursday]

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 12:11 pm by **Ahren Fournier**

(Camera fades into the Inteviewer standing in front of Ahren Fournier’s personal lockerrooms door)

Interviewer: Well, I’m here in front of Ahren Fournier’s door. Haven’t heard anything from him since his loss this weekend, going to be honest I’m kind of worried. He’s not used to this, he hasn’t suffered a loss in about 2 months, so lets see how he’s handling it.

(The Interviewer lightly knocks on the door, and slowly pushes the door open, he can hear music playing as he opens it. It’s dark except for dimly lit candles surrounding a figure in what seems to be a chair)

*Music Playing* All around me are familiar faces….

Interviewer: Ah-Ahren? Is that you?

*Music Playing* Worn out places, worn out faces…

(The interviewer finds the light and turns it on)

(Ahren looks up right at the interviewer startled, he’s wearing a hooded cloak for some reason, and has grown a giant beard within the three days of the loss) Ahren: HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Interviewer: Come on Ahren, it’s me good ole interviewer, it’s ok, come on buddy

Ahren: Interviewer?

Interviewer: Yes yes, interviewer, I interview you like every week

Ahren: DON’T LOOK AT MEEEEEE!!!

Interviewer: It’s ok Ahren, you’ll be ok, everything is fine

Ahren: Oh yes, everything will be fine, how are you today… on this dark, dark day…

Interviewer: It’s actually a beautiful day, you have your blinds down

Ahren: Oh is that what’s happening?.... I thought the dark grips of death was looming over head as I spiral down the drain of life… I lost interviewer… I didn’t win, what is life?

Interviewer: It’s ok Ahren, he cheated, you’ll get him next time…

Ahren: I will?

Interviewer: Yeah, I believe in you

Ahren: You do?

Interviewer: I do…

Ahren: Well that’s just great Interviewer… But honestly?

Interviewer: Yeah buddy?

Ahren: I DON’T GIVE A FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK AYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEE

(Ahren jumps up throws off the cloak to show he's wearing a very nice suit, he tears off the beard that WAS FAKE!!! and cranks up the jams muthafuckaaaaaa)

*Music Plays* Pack it up pack it in, let me begin..

(People start pouring into the room, and start dancing around)

Interviewer: What the hell?

Ahren: Listen Interviewer, do you honestly think one loss… One bullshit loss would get me down? PUUUUUHHHHHLLEEASE, he cheated. He took the little bitch way out, the only way he could beat me, and that’s all it is.

Interviewer: I see….

Ahren: He couldn’t go 5 minutes without grabbing my golden grape fruits…. My balls, my only weakness. But fear not senior Interviewer, this cheat won’t get the best of me, for I know how to fix this Huge problem I have

Interviewer: And what wo..

Ahren: Huge problem because my balls are huge

Interviewer: YES I GOT IT! HOW DO YOU FIX HUGE BALLS???

Ahren: I will now be wearing a cup to the ring so I can be protected at all times!

Interviewer: Fantastic

Ahren: Gonna need a big one

Interviewer: Yeah, your Dad mentioned that

Ahren: Yeah he’s weird

Interviewer: You’re weird

Ahren: Nawwww that ain’t me

Interviewer: So ca-…

Ahren: Seriously I can beat anyone straight up, I will beat everyone in this room if I have to just to prove that.

Interviewer: That’s not necessary

Ahren: SCHOOOOOOOLLLL BOYYYYY (He goes behind one of his party guests and give him a school boy, and hits the floor)

1

2

3

*Ding DING DING*

Ahren: I told you anyone…. (He gets up, and goes to the closest person) SMALL PACKAGE!!!

Party guest number 2: What?

(Ahren gets her in a small package pin and hits the floor)

Ahren: 1!

2!

3! DING DING DING… I am on Fire!!!

Ahren: HEY YOU!!! (He walks over to another guest, and gives a belly to back suplex with a pinning bridge) 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING…

Interviewer: Well this certainly is showing a lot

Ahren: You see interviewer, I have no problem picking up wins. I'm even telling these people what I'm going to do and they still can't stop me. If I’m not being cheated, and look, my balls are perfectly intact, I’m unstoppable with this cup! Speaking of cups (Picks up red cup) Drink this…

Interviewer: I’m so happy for you…. Uh why?

Ahren: I want to see how you feel about it

Interviewer: No thanks.. I’m good

Ahren: I made it myself, I call it the Fister

Interviewer: why….

Ahren BECAUSE!! After you drink it, it feels like you’ve been fisted so far your guts are in pain

Interviewer: Yeah.. That sounds great and all, but I’ll pass…

Ahren: You sure love your sarcasm, it depresses me, stop doing that. Rude… You’re rude. WAIT!! WHOOAAAAAAAAAA

(He looks off camera and goes sprinting over… even though the room isn’t that big)

Ahren: YOU!!!

Party Guest: WHAT???!

Ahren: I SAW YOU SHOTGUN THAT BEER… super… trill… I’m taking note..

Party Guest: Ahren… We’ve been friends since Kindergarten, you know how I do bro

Ahren: Ha, that I do, that I do…. You legend

Party Guest aka Friend since Kindergarten: So you got a bunch of hot girls around this bitch huh

Ahren: Of course, YOU know how I do …. Broooooooo

Party Guest aka Friend since Kindergarten: How many you taking home tonight?

Ahren: Umm all of them?

Party Guest aka Friend since Kindergarten: Aw no fair, come on you always take all of them…

Ahren: Fine you can take…. Hmmm. Her (Points at the interviewer… Who is a dude, but Friend since Kindergarten doesn’t realize it because he’s too drunk)

Party Guest aka Friend since Kindergarten: Are you sure that she’s straight? Seems like a lesbian to me

Ahren: Yeah bro she’s good to go

Party Guest aka Friend since Kindergarten: Sweet… (throws up and passes out)

(Looks down at his friends passed out body)

Ahren: So hey it’s been pretty trill catching up with you and everything but I gotta go finish this thing friend since kindergarten… Enjoy the floor (Hears the sound of someone vomiting)

Ahren: NOOOO MY CARPET (Does a round off to the where the sound emanated) WHAT IS THIS!!! PARTY FOUL PARTY FOUL!! oh wait
(Looks at the person, and it turns out to be a very attractive female)

Very Attractive Female: I'm so sorry Ahren, I'll clean it...

Ahren: No.... No need, I like the smell, gives the room character

Very Attractive Female: Are you sure? It's pretty gross...

Ahren: shhhhhhhhut the fuck up (He puts his finger over her gross vomit lips) it's ok, I forgive you

Very Attractive Female: You have my throw up on your finger...

(He puts the vomit finger in his mouth and tastes it)

Ahren: Tastes like heaven to me....

Very Attractive Female: You may have me...

Ahren: Later.... EVERYONE WILL HAVE SOME OF THE FOURNDOG LAAAAAAAAAAATERRRRRRRRR, BUT FOR NOW I MUST DO THIS THING!!!

(Does a triple backflip right back to the interviewer…. Everyone applauds)

Ahren Thanks everyone thanks!!! YOU WILL ALL BE SEEN BY THE TRILL FAIRY TONIGHT!! DRINKS ON MEEEEEE!!

Interviewer: Anyways, you got another match with Jon McAdams this weekend, you got anything to say about it?

Ahren: Sure, I can bless your eardrums with my words of wisdom. Jon McAdams is quite confusing, I mean it's obvious he's jealous of me, he’s jealous that everyone wants to be with me, he’s jealous of the future I have. Which is understandable because if I was him, I would be jealous of me too, but at the same time, how about some humility. But, he doesn't like me? He doesn't "understand the hype"? I mean you'd have to be blind, stupid, or willingly just choosing to stay ignorant to see why people like me so much. I win, pure and simple, that's all it is. I know when you have a losing record like yourself it's easy to get into your head and tell yourself you're better than that guy and better than that guy just to try to keep your head up, but to the outside world, people that aren't trying to make themselves feel better, I am the one of the best. Like I've already shown you how good I am, but you still think you're better. HOW SWAY??? HEEEH! I mean, you didn't win, and I didn't even have to cheat to have that happen. Why are you so willing to show how pathetic you are? You want to be in my spot? Why don’t you win a match? Why don’t you try to have a winning record first? Hey, how about you actually beat me? These are all daunting tasks I know, big accomplishments indeed, but you can do it, I believe in you. (Stops, and thinks) Hmmm wait, actually, no I really don’t. I mean I’ve been in the ring with you, and you talk a big game, but that’s really all it is, just talk. Speaking of the way you talk, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a more delusional hypocrite in my life. I'm mean spirited? I’m a bully? I have no friends? What about your dear “friend” there, Jerry is it? See I wouldn't really know because you constantly get his name wrong just to put him down. You constantly tell him how you hate him when he’s done nothing but try to interview you.

Interviewer: Hey that sounds kind of familiar

Ahren: Interviewer, I give you so many great memories, and I’ve never said I hate you. Remember when we did trill things last week? I’m your Trill Fairy guru, I am the reason you get up at night. I keep your life exciting!

Interviewer: Hmm actually all of this is true…. But you do frustrate me, and it's not like you know my name

Ahren: There's a reason why I don't want to know your name, I don't want to get attached to you just for you to leave me. It hurts more when you know the persons name before they leave. EAW Promoz! - Page 15 1f625

Interviewer: Aw Ahren don't worry I....

Ahren: Interviewer be quiet... It's my time, I'm talking... Anyways, just because people don’t understand me doesn’t mean I’m bullying them. I mean really, what have I done that’s so bad? I’m a victim of circumstance. I’m the freaking Trill Fairy I bring joy to the whole world. And what do you do Jon? Get drunk, and harass the one guy that hangs out with you. Also, even if I didn’t have friends which.. (Looks around the room with everyone partying) Clearly I do, but even if I didn’t, how would that hold any bearing on this match? Nothings changed since the last time you and I have faced off, how are you going to beat me? What’s going to be different? You just seem more jealous of what I’ve done, while you still drift into obscurity. Where is your proof of this plateau? I’ve won every match since you and I faced off until last week, and I was hit in my golden grapefruits, any man would go down for 3 seconds after that, it’s a sensitive area. But I have fixed the problem, and it’s a nonissue now. So explain to me how you get better each week when you’ve won… What? 2 matches in your career? How can you say you get better when you still haven’t really gotten better, your win loss record really isn’t backing up your words. ANNNDDDD I mean look at what you said last, you consider yourself a road block? A bump in the road? Ok… Well do you know what I do to road blocks and bumps in the road? I drive right over them without a second thought. Way to think so highly of yourself speed bump. So Jon McAdams aka half of the 2^nd presidents name… Super creative, can’t believe I haven’t mentioned that before. As the insignificant selfish speed bump you are, prepare yourself for the Modern Sexual Stallion steamroller that will demolish all hopes and dreams that you once had for a great career. As for this delusional though process you have after having a losing record, I will change everything you think you know about your, and my career. And will leave no doubt in your mind of who the better wrestler truly is, and his name has nothing to do with an old racist president. I have been given the moniker Superman this week, just adding up the super powers. NOW I AM SUPERMAN, THE BAT, THE TRILL FAIRY, THE AQUAMAN FISH MAN, THE MODERN SEXUAL STALLION, THE NEXT GREAT FACE OF EAW, AND LETS NOT FORGET THEEEEE CROWN JEWEL OF ALL EAW… AHREN FOURNIER, the greatest name to ever grace your ear drums…… Trill Fairy out!!

(Flaps his bat wings out of the camera shot, because lets not forget he’s also batman, and now superman apparently… oh yeah camera fades out)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 10:34 am by **Nobi**

Well, it seems my perfect journey of becoming the New Breed Champion has come to the end. Nick Angel surprisingly beat me. He did prove that he was the better man last week. He did prove that he didn’t need to cheat againts your truly. What else do I have to say? I already accept the result and moved on from it. So well done Nick, congratulations. The next time we meet in the ring, be prepared to get your arse kicked.

This week, I have to face off againts *cough* *cough* Rex McAllister. You know something? In the past couple of months, Rex and I are always on each other’s throats. Rex and I are always willing to to tear each other apart. Not on the personal level, but more on into a competitive level. Everytime we take a step, we will always go into a same direction. Rex is a good wrestler, no one questions it. Everyone will agree with my statement, no doubt about it. He deserved to get a credit as one of the best in Showdown, honestly.

Now, here’s the glove off. As much as I l have to acknowledge his wrestling skills, he’s always as dumb as ever. I can’t blame you though. I guess you will always be a dummy, Rex. You know as well as I do that I never make excuses everytime people get the upper hand on me. What I find it really amusing though that you said I kept trying to attack you during the Elimination Battle Royal? Bitch please, I was fighting againts Nico Borg until you took the advantage to take me out of the ring. While I can’t deny the fact that you did eliminate me, you didn’t even try to make your hands dirty on me. You didn’t make a progress to eliminate me, not at all. You were acting as one tricky phony Rex. I don’t know what kind of drugs do you use, but it must be a really good shit to make you so delusional. You are just simply refusing the fact that you can’t even touch me even in my worst days. You didn’t even try to brag your winning at Dia Del Diablo because you know as well as I do that it was Kurt Burton all along who managed to throw me at the Flame Table, not you.

According to you, I haven’t done nothing yet, but deep down inside you already realized that you haven’t even proved yourself on me. Deep down inside you already realized I’m not the same man I was months ago. The fact that you tried to spread lies and the fact that you didn’t mention your winning on Dia Del Diablo is just a prove that deep down inside you already realized you have nothing on me. Sure everyone have weaknesess, just like you said, but despite you already know what my weaknesess is, you can’t even use your oh, so-called knowledge on me. You can’t applied it in the ring because no matter how many times you watch my tapes, no matter how many times you try to scout me, I always bring a different approach to the table. You never know what to expect from me. You never prepared yourself to go toe-to-toe againts me. Why? It’s because my A-Game is always a top notch, it’s because my A-Game is always unpredictable. Hence why I got the moniker of The Indonesian Mat Magician. See? I didn’t even need to think about a nick-name, people gave it to me. I didn’t even need to call myself a “master” either, Rex. They even called me The Man and The Legend 2 weeks ago. That’s what you call an effort Rex. I earned it. Isn’t that great that people call me The Man and The Legend when I even haven’t won a title yet? Oh it is. But hey, I don’t deserved to be called The Man and The Legend yet you know? I admit that. Therefore, I will bring more than my best to win my first title at The Rite of Passage. I know it, you know it, everyone know it. I think it already sum it up why I always like to talk about heart. It’s because I always honest on myself, unlike you, who keep trying to cover up and exaggerated facts. Your heart is dirty anyway.

You brought an interesting point about how many opportunities you got in your hands. You know what Rex? The only reason why Damien Murdow threw your name out of nowhere for this Scramble Series is because you attacked Chris Elite from behind. You got your ticket because Damien realized that you and Chris need some score to settle. He does acknowledge your skills, just like I do. Why did he choose other elitists like me, Nick Angel, JJ Silva, and uh...Whiskey Jack to join you and Chris in this Scramble Series? It’s because you are not special, Rex. As much as talent you are, as much as good you are, you are no different than the rest of us. Ryan Savage proved that he’s on the same same caliber as us by destroying Whiskey Jack out of nowhere and replacing Jack in Rite of The Passage. Not because he’s a veteran, not because he’s better than Whiskey Jack, but because he proved that he’s worthy of our time. I think that goes without saying that you are worthy on my time as well, Rex. You are worthy to get your ass kicked again. You can say that you beat Nick Angel and JJ Silva in seconds....which is just an exaggerated fact anyway, but no matter how long will it takes for me to beat you, it will always be written in the history that I’m just a simply a better wrestler than you. I already kicked your arse once, I'm more than willing to kick you all around in the ring again twice. You want to make me tap out? Well, you already know who I am right? I’m a frickin War Machine, it’s almost impossible to make me surrender, you can count on that.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 10:27 am by **LVCIAN**

I've lived long enough in this world to know that every great dream begins with a frightening nightmare. We all get lost in a "dark tunnel" at some point in our lives. Sometimes more than once or more than twice, sometimes many more times than that. Most of us try to find the light at the end of that tunnel. Most of us... do everything humanly possible just to see a ray of sunshine with the hope of perhaps seeing the great dream materialize before our very eyes some day. While some of us stop halfway through the tunnel, drop down to our knees with tears streaming down our faces, raise our white flags and allow the darkness to swallow us whole. I'm living a frightening nightmare. I have been for years now. Where is my great dream? I stopped halfway through... Not because I wanted but because I had to. That much is true. But I'm not on my knees. I won't ever be. I refuse to shed any tears. And I have forbidden myself from raising any white flags. But when I take a look in the mirror and contemplate my reflection I... I see a man who has been swallowed whole by darkness. I didn't grant the darkness around me the opportunity to make me it's tool or it's instrument but I still see it when I look into my eyes, I wonder why that is? It's as if the demons I have been fighting against for so long have always been within me . The day I was born so were they it seems. They have been inside of me every step of the way. I never happened to realize it until now. So maybe just maybe I have been fighting against myself all long. I'm probably my own worst enemy. It's complicated to explain everything I have been going through. It's difficult for me to make this easy to fathom for all of you. I can't find the words to describe my predicament because well, they just do not exist. This is like nothing anyone has ever faced before. I'm all alone in this. But even if it's crawling I will get out of this tunnel, I will see the light again. Even if I'm not the same person I was before when I get out. I have to escape, I will escape no matter how I do it or in which circumstances I do it. Ironically, right now, it seems like the only way for me to regain my freedom is by incarcerating myself... Inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I'm here again, in front of these cameras, what does that tell you? It tells you that I need this. Not that I want this like my oh so worthy opponent this week. That I NEED this. The Mexican Samurai seems to have forgotten who he is stepping into the ring with. He said he wouldn't rest on his laurels, he said he wouldn't take it easy. But when was the last time we heard from him? I know The Mexican Samurai has changed a lot. He is no longer who he was the last time our paths crossed. That's become quite apparent to me. But I had no idea whatsoever he traded his balls for a vagina. All the courage this man once had is long gone. Either that or it just evolved into cowardice. He's doing this all just to satisfy his greed. Just like The Heart Break Boy is, just like Jacob Senn has been doing since the very first day he walked down an EAW ramp and stepped foot inside an EAW ring. I'm doing this for justice, I made that perfectly clear before but I'm doing this for justice because establishing justice is the step that comes before being freed from this dark place I am in. Men like The Heart Break Boy, the current World Heavyweight Champion Jacob Senn and of course The Mexican Samurai are part of the reason injustice prevails in EAW. They have done terrible things, they have caused irreparable damage in the land of elite. I'm no saint, so did I but the difference is I PAID for what I did. They did not. The so called authority never punished them for anything they did. But they punished me. Time and time again in fact. These men or actually animals must be cut down. And make no mistake about it they will be. Every man, every woman in this company who hasn't faced the consequences of anything negative they have done will be cut down. Because I.. I have become the true authority in this company. At first I had an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. And I intended to make this a bit more about myself. I vowed to hunt down those who crossed and opposed me, those who failed me, those who mercilessly betrayed me. But what about all the other people who have gotten away with murder? All the other elitists who have sinned, never repented and were never punished for anything they did? If they didn't face justice they would continue to destroy. It would turn into a vicious cycle. So I decided to hunt down everyone who destroys without distinction. It's time to stop destroying and building. Whether you wronged me or not if you did something wrong, if you acted like an animal I'll make sure you pay for it as an animal. This is my way of reclaiming my liberty. The light will start to shine once I right my wrongs and I am absolutely sure about that. You know, deep down within.. Whether you believe it or not, despite everything that's been done to me by people I considered friends, by people I considered FAMILY. I still have love for all of you for some strange reason. And I hate that I do. I hate that I feel at all. I guess that's another thing I'll have to fight against. But I'm a fighter, I was born a warrior. Any form of adversity that threatens me I will battle until the bitter end. Whether it's personal demons, whether it's actually my own self, whether it's them, whether it's the man sitting upon a throne above me in the heavens himself I will continue to FIGHT. I'm coming for what is mine, I will be free from this pain, from this darkness. My life will be illuminated once again. Even if the cost of my freedom is having my enemies heads on sticks - I'll pay it without hesitation. I hope all of you know what that means. I hope Jacob Senn knows what that means. He is my number one target. When we meet again, when our paths inevitably cross once more he will meet the demons that haunt me. He will feel the darkness around me. And just like I was he will be swallowed whole by it.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 9:53 am by **Veena Adams**

Okay okay I'll cut right to the chase here. No dancing, no posturing, no maneuvering, I'm just gonna go in. I watched Tarah Nova's video on me and oo! Ooh, I'm, about, to, shit, on, this, girl's, soul! WOOH! Here we go!

Let's get something out of the way here Tarah Nova, before I whoop your pasty ass tomorrow on Empire. Cleopatra is an overrated whore; less of a whore but still slightly more overrated than even you are, because at least you've proven in the past that you once had a little bit of value and worth in a time where the Vixens division was uh - you know - alive. Cleopatra doesn't deserve an ounce of respect from me. She was so pathetic and shitty that it LITERALLY killed the Vixens division. I don't respect her legacy, and that's coming from someone like me who actually can give you credit and say that you used to moderately do okay for yourself. But I just think it's funny how you would defend Cleopatra considering you both have a lot of the same qualities.

For example, you whore yourselves out for success.

Whether it be Cleopatra joining the sausage fest of Project EGO, having her pussy passed around by every motherfucker in that locker room, or whether it's you hopping on the kielbasa of already successful talent, you both are whores for attention, whores for success, and it's clear that your best days are behind the both of you. Those similarities are quite the same. I don't know how many times people have reminded you about how you dick ride men of status, whether it was Zach Genesis who we both know had a lot of momentum going for him, or before him back when you were handing your pussy out like a Jehovas Witness pamphlet to the Demon's Council for acceptance, or in more modern times where you've been riding my uncle. I'm sure people bring that up a lot, and I'm sure it's annoying, so I figured what the hell why not bring it up one more time! You represent a lot of what I say about EAW Vixens. You're a weak, fragile bitch who talks like a big boy but you don't even have an alibi for your own bullshit. You're currently using The Sirens to carry you because lord knows you wouldn't have shit for momentum without them, especially when you're not even in the top 2 of your 3 person stable. You quite honestly might be holding Cailin and Aria back! Cailin might become Vixens Champion this year, and Aria's won the Vixens title and the first Vixens main event in history (*cough* even though she can't beat me *cough*) Digress, digress. Anyway you want to talk down to ME and act like I'm a nobody, but what does Tarah Nova have going for her without The Sirens, besides being made Kendra's bitch!? Oh, that's what I thought! Nnnnothing! All you have going for you is Whiteknighting for Phoenix Winterracist on social media, and your relationship with my uncle. Oh wait, scratch that last part tahahahaha.

Well hey, actually, since you brought him up I'll just stay on the topic of my uncle for a bit and just go straight for the mark here; hate to break it to ya, but my uncle doesn't give two shits about you anymore boo boo. Girls like you don't hold that much weight to a God like him. Trust me on this one. I've seen him with a new piece on his arm almost every year, or almost every Thanksgiving since I was getting out of Elementary school. He'd bring home models, actresses, gymnasts, hell even other wrestlers. Before you there was a Dirti Diva, an M4, an Eve, and so on and so forth. He would be just as affectionate and snuggle up with them the same way I see him snuggle up with you. He'd buy them shit, he'd pay for their flights, give them the lavish lifestyles even if they were temporary, and unlike you're hoeass these other girls would actually appreciate it. They were grateful, they wouldn't take him for granted the way you do. But I guess since you come from shit, since you come from America's toiletbowl aka Detroit, you wouldn't know fuck all about appreciating the finer things in life would you? But trust me, I know my uncle more than you know him because I'm like a daughter to him, and your whole "thing" with him is fading. I mean seriously, I love how you say "Veena will NEVER be my family" like I fucking CARE! HA!! Bitch I KNOW I'll never be your family because you'll be old news to my uncle in like a few months tops! I hardly even see you around together that much anymore! Why do you think he doesn't bring you around? It's not just because he's Methuselah, it's because you're useless to him now, and that's how it ended with every chick before him. I wouldn't be surprised if he's knocking off whatever's left of the "hooded hooker" right now, as we speak, while you're busy at the bar getting liquored up with your clown haired dyke friend. My advice? Do yourself the favor and just split it off with him first so that you make it easier on yourself, because the way it's looking, he's about to leave yo' ass.

My uncle is a notorious player, but unlike most women my uncle never abandoned me, he was in my life, although I doubt you can say the same thing about any man because you've probably never even had a man around you as long as my uncle's been around you. You strike me as a fatherless cunt, which I'm convinced are the type of bitches that fill the Vixens lockerroom every Thursday night, but I have no scientific data to back my claims so whatevs. Anyway, I was given everything I needed to succeed. I was taught the intangibles, I was taught great work ethic which is why my body is on another level than yours and my calf muscles are bigger than your forehead. My quads and traps are on another level baybay. My glutes? Sheeeeeeeeewt! I'm an athlete, a gym rat, whereas you're a ring rat. That's the difference between us. It takes determination and discipline to be this physically fit and gifted in the ring at my age. I don't fuck around honey, and sure my trainers and nutritionists were bought by my family's wealth, but I'd like to know how the fuck is that even relevant? Weirdo broads like you are caught up in such a fake reality where somehow it matters HOW I got this talented instead of the fact that I actually am skilled and talented, and when given proper conditions I can succeed. Not when Cleopatra of all fucking people books me in a shitty tag team match with a non existent partner. Look at the Empress of Elite tournament, for example. While you trailed behind and lost your Specialists title to an eternally superior Vixen than you, I was cleaning house. Even your pal Aria didn't have what it took to beat me despite all the loads of shit she talked. But Vixens are like politicians; all talk, no action. Trump for president by the way. But yup, you bitches love to talk, but it's no action. You can talk a good game Tarah, "Tarebear" as my uncle likes to call you. You talk a GOOD GAME! But if I ain't shit, you ain't shit neitha.

What do you have going for you otherwise hmm? Your failing, dying relationship with my uncle isn't it. Gonna bring up the past? That's whatcha gonna do Tarebear? How you've beaten the whole Vixens division at Pain for Pride 8? That's like your "signature win" isn't it. Isn't it sad how your biggest win is a match where literally 4/5ths of the people you went up against are either no longer relevant, were never relevant, or will never be relevant? I'm not giving you credit for that glorified squash match against that Haruna bitch. You've been a semi-decent champion in the past, I'll give you credit where it's due, but how about the present, hmm? What is it, Tarah, that makes you the guaranteed winner in our match? I'm in better shape than you, I'm more of an explosive athlete than you, I'm younger and just more awesome than you, and while you're complacent and washed up, I've got everything to prove. I'd say you have everything to lose, but you really don't have shit that I want. You're about as useless to me as you are to my uncle. We don't give a fuck about you, and after I beat your face into the mat, Empire won't give a fuck about you either. BELIEVE THAT.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 3:48 am by **The Consigliere**

A warm afternoon in a sweet Tuesday. The Heart Break Gal is seen sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, reading a magazine. She wears a red top and black skirt, and black boots. Her cup of coffee sits on the table just in front of her, as the smoke rises over it. She turns the page of the magazine, observing costumes that would be of use to her in a few days, ones available to be made just for her. She takes a sip of coffee -- sweet, rich and creamed --it was just the way she liked it. Sitting across her is her long-time friend and former enemy, Kendra Shamez, who is just visiting in the area. The two seem to be having fun, and conversing.

"So, I think that I will definitely get something insanely awesome for this Thursday." HBG says with a smile on her face. "What do you think of Killer Frost?"

"Really? THAT'S your definition of insanely awesome?" Kendra chuckles. "I honestly think you need alcohol in your system to think of somethinig creative!"

"Oh, come on, we already went out a few days ago!" HBG says to her. "Alright, if you think you're so great and so fuckin' creative, what will you be wearing on Empire?"

Kendra was about to open her mouth to speak, and HBG anticipates. "That's for me to know, and for you to see on Thursday! I don't want to ruin the surprise! But seriously, you need to think of something nicer, I'm pretty sure that half of the Vixens Division is already hopped on the superhero and anime train, and I would really appreciate it if you didn't go down that road too. It's pathetic."

"H'yeah, I hear Sheridan Muller was seriously considering wearing an Attack on Titan uniform because she's convinced that the power of the German Eren Jaeger will shine his bravery upon her or something..." HBG tilts her head to the side. "Though I'm pretty sure she'd do a more convincing job as a Titan itself!"

HBG and Kendra share a laugh, before they both take a sip of their coffees.

Kendra Shamez sets her coffee down, as she looks at HBG. "I know that this is a bad time to mention this, is everything okay with you after losing to Sher?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely." HBG assures her with a smile. "Don't worry about me. At first it was heartbreaking, but upon realizing that Sheridan Muller is in fact an awful representation of the efficiency that she preaches so much, I'd say I'm not worried. The only thing we need to focus on now is preparing for our match at Shock Value. We need to gather up our army and make damn sure that The Sirens are silenced once and for all... But considering our options, this is going to be a tough selection"

"Yeah, no kidding..." Kendra thinks for a moment. "But I'm sure that when we see Cam, we can talk about our options better, and make sure that we get reliable girls on our side. Ones that won't disappoint us."

Kendra then looks at the time on her watch. "HBG it's already 4 pm, I need to catch my flight in two hours. I'll see you on Thursday, alright?"

"See ya, love!" HBG waves goodbye as she watches Kendra leave.

"Oh, and don't worry. After we obliterate the Sirens, we are going to get the title back on our side in no time."

HBG couldn't respond. She just agreed with a nod.

-x-x-x-

I lost my title.

I lost my title.

I lost my title.

No matter how many times I say it, it doesn't seem to stick. Maybe everything went by too fast, too unexpectedly, once I showed complete dominance over that filth Haruna Sakazaki, I thought everything would be fine and just didn't care of the aftermath, or maybe I'm just too familiar to the pain and the embarrassment that it's difficult to feel anything once it passes. Whatever the case, any emotion that I feel swiftly passed to the other side of the road never meeting me again. Any passion that I feel into winning against undeserving piece of shits in the vixens division out of mockery is slowly leaving my system. I can't even find it in me to even attempt to get a rematch for the same title. I don't even feel the need to show the entire world a footage of me and the lesson I have learned, and how to avoid making them again. What matters is, no matter who you are, no matter what means you've used in order to one up me, I have left my mark on this division as the only four-time Vixens Champion in history. I have secured my legacy as the best vixen not only in this division, but overall, the best performer of this company, and there is no way in fucking hell that I would let a fluke loss from a woman who couldn't even retain her composure on events that actually mattered enough to cash in the Vixens Cup in the most respectable way blind my judgment or make me believe that a piece of trash like her is good enough to surpass someone like me just because she swooped in after a humiliating well-deserved loss and decided it was a brilliant idea to take what's mine. I choose nothing but to prioritize the choices that I'm about to make on my career and what move I will be making to pave way to yet another future success. I choose not to sit alone and ponder on things that could have been or what I could have done... because what actually matters is, what is. What is it that I can do now? What is my plan?

It's so easy to point fingers on those who have fallen hard on their backs and deprived of a fair fight for a chance to defend themselves in a high risk situation where they can lose everything important, if you haven't really done anything noteworthy and not a single one of your peers think that you're important enough to even bother. It's easy to point out what mistakes someone has done in the past few weeks when you're not the one standing with glass shards dug onto your skin forced to defend your title for the second time in the same night. You were not the one who was put through a glass table. You were not the one with the disadvantage, and you cannot possibly know how it feels to endure the panic that goes with knowing that any moment your title will be out of your hands. Want to know why? Because you were never good enough to get even a single title shot to begin with, Azumi. You were never good enough to be granted a title opportunity that you actually deserve! Your Tag Team Championship pursuit? Forgotten. Each and every tournament that you were supposed to show off? You couldn't even win. Even your match against someone as brittle as Erica Ford who is already going through an emotional breakdown, you couldn't even take down. You had one job, Azumi, you had one fucking job and that was to secure the victory against her and show the world that you are not a person to be messed with, but it's plain to see that you can't do both. It's one or the other, because you are incapable. You are directionless. You are incompetent and nobody can stand talking to you for over five minutes because they just know that what you hate to admit is that you're keeping your audience from noticing beyond this loudmouth and obnoxious attitude is the fact that they're only distractions for show because that's the only way they could ever keep no mind and forget your repulsive existence and your going-nowhere career, and it makes them want to question "Why the fuck is that girl still working here?" because they know you have absolutely no purpose on being on Empire. And believe me, you are not the first person I have encountered that shows complete content staying at the back of the line waiting forever in order to gather up what little confidence that she has left, only to make an ass of herself once the big matches get in front of them, I have dealt with a lot of your likes. They are people who think they are good enough to be in the same ring as The Heart Break Gal. They are people who believe they have what it takes to collide with me in the ring without shaking in fear or shitting their pants before they could take a single hit. They're people who want to make everyone believe that they have a big personal agenda with me, and they have looked forward to facing me for the longest time, and how it means to them to score a win against me any day of the week and yet showing no effort in the past to do so, like I'm supposed to be shaken by the fact that they think I'm a fucking target until they fall flat on their faces. And right now, you are acting exactly the same way, Azumi, and it's only a matter of time until you end up like them too. They come to face me, and they face reality. They do better, they train harder, they throw shaper words, so that the next time they go toe to toe with me, the result won't be the same, and believe me, some of them had the ability to change their fate the second time around. But for the most part, because of their naive understanding on how I operate and their downright pitiful assumptions about my career, and because they soon see that they're outmatched and outwrestled, they make every effort to change their approach in order to finally achieve that sweet victory. I am considered as a measuring stick, the standard for excellence, and I'm sorry Azumi, but never in a million years will you ever say the same thing about yourself. I am a dragon. I have always been a dragon. My fire burns through a million acres that will definitely consume you where you stand when you're too weak to contain it. I can flip an entire room upside down, it just comes naturally to me and nobody would be surprised of this capability. I could kill a dozen sheep like you and turn you into an appetizer and nobody would say anything about it. Having my memory in the minds of the crowd to begin with is much better than never having any legacy at all to remember. They are going to repeat how the Heart Break Gal is the best like a fucking hail mary in five years time, while they won't even know who you are and what you represented. I am a four-time Vixens Champion, Azumi, I am half of the longest reigning Tag Team Champions, and I say all these things with conviction because I know that at this point in my career that nobody can reach me, while your only accomplishment was injuring Erica Ford. And the fact that you have allowed her to breathe as early as now, and the fact that she's ready to be in the ring again in the few days just goes to show that you can never get the job done when it actually matters. It is a fact that my career will only continue to be fruitful and it will prosper starting today after enduring this loss, just like the fact that I have many more opportunities in the future to take advantage of because I am an undisputed top performer. And there is no doubt about it, Azumi, I am beyond what every other Vixen wish they could be. And as much as I want to refuse to waste my precious time in this match, in order to plan ahead on annihilating every single one of these incompetent garbages that call themselves the future called "The Sirens", I will give time for you in order to send a message that no matter who you are, or what great thing you think you have done, it doesn't save you from the dragon's wrath, not ever. I have rough scales I can use to take my enemies down. I have the strength that makes me indestructible to all. And no matter what bloodlust or rage that you so apparently have on me will literally turn into ashes once you realize that they're nothing compared to what I intend on doing to you on Thursday Night. Because everyone knows about the Heart Break Gal, Azumi, and your words never cut through me, and if you continue giving me nothing new to work with besides the same old generic threat and the rehashed insults the likes of Madison Kaline or Sheridan Muller throw my way, that's when you see that you're really screwed. You're nothing but a stepping stone to push my career to new heights. You're not going to survive.

x-x-x

Fifteen minutes later, HBG puts her magazine down, leaving it open at it shows a green dress of her liking. "Princess Fiona" it says under it. HBG once again takes a sip of coffee, it's not as hot as it was earlier. She looks around to observe her surrounding, as she detects a woman -- blonde, tall and skinny wearing a formal black top, pencil skirt and heels -- walking towards her and invites herself to take a seat accross HBG.

"Can I help you?" HBG raises her eyebrow, addressing the woman in her normal sarcastic tone. "She already left... if you're looking for the BETTER woman in the family"

"No, I was searching for the Vixens Title, but it seems I came to the wrong place" The woman responds with half a smile, giving back the sarcasm. "I'm sure it isn't a problem if I just happen to be in the neighborhood to visit a friend, huh?"

HBG eyes on her. She didn't consider this woman a friend. They know each other, or at least, they know of each other. She neither knows nor cares of any reason she would show herself here. But HBG figures that if she took time to do something this senseless, it must be important. HBG just meets her with a smirk on her face.

Her name?

Athena Vendetta...

Lannister's betrothed.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 1:26 am by Guest

.:EMPIRE:.

(The camera opens up to Kendra Shamez’ luxurious New York home. She is shown sitting in a lavish chair as she is wearing a beautiful dress that’s probably worth a shit-ton of money. The glamorous OG begins to speak towards the camera.)

It’s funny how you talk about the Heart Break Gal as if you defeated her.

As somehow with your “athletic abilities” you put a shame on her legacy. As if you tainted her reputation. As if you completely put an end to the continuing reign as one of the greatest vixens of all time.

But if we recall, at House of Glass there were only two winners. And dear, you were definitely not one of them.

Regardless of what people say about the OG Vixens, we came out victorious at House of Glass. We held our championships high in the air with the utmost pride in our system. Sheridan Müller is her own worst enemy. She claims to hate those who take advantage of situations and those who take the easy way out when it comes to winning matches – and that’s exactly what she did. She challenged HBG for her title after one of the most grueling matches she has ever put in her entire career. If Sheridan feels proud about that joke of a match at House of Glass, I can already tell that Empire is going to go down in flames as she is the face of it. Soon enough, the Vixens championship won’t be tainted with her horrid legacy. The Vixens world championship will regain prestige once again after HBG wins it back or Cameron Ella Ava snatches it from your clutches. The OG Vixens are the real reason why Thursday Night Empire should be renamed to Thursday Night Efficiency. We make you ALL look good, we always have and we always will.

Haruna, I’ve never faced you.

I don’t know anything about you.

And I’d like to keep it that way.

(Kendra places her title on her lap as she begins to run her finger throughout the engraving on the title.)

I don’t want to waste time and hear your reasoning’s as to why you basically forfeited your match at House of Glass. At the end of the day, we all know you choked. You didn’t have enough woman-strength to beat the woman who has shattered glass ceilings. You genuinely believe that I’m going to buy the fact that you eaves dropped on Cleo and Sher during their woman-loving session backstage? And that their conversation was impactful enough to have you not try hard enough because “oh, it’s not my time!” Oh please, give me a fucking break. I wasn’t born yesterday and I definitely am not a new breed Vixen to buy such gullible bullshit. Why don’t you act like a real woman and simply admit that you weren’t good enough? Why won’t you look me in the eyes and admit that you were the lesser talented fighter that night? You claim to be this goody two-shoes that simply wants to find happiness after constantly getting shunned by the Vixens division itself, but I know there is much more to you than just that. You are wearing this mask, trying to fool everyone to believe something that you’re not. You’re jealous, vindictive, envious and overall a bad person. Eventually, those true feelings will come oozing out of your pores and everyone will know the real Haruna that prances around Empire DEMANDING joke of a GM like Cleopatra some happiness. And how moronic of you for putting your faith on Cleopatra of all people. This woman is the longest reigning Vixens champion because there were literally NO females in our division during that fucking stone age. She is in the Hall of Fame for being consistent, and that to me shouldn’t be a factor whether you’re worthy of being inducted in such ceremony. Cleopatra is a glorified dumbass who shouldn’t have the position and power she has now. She makes jokes matches, she expects the Vixens to perform in such a high standard that not even her old ass could do. Cleopatra should’ve just stayed retired, but I’ve known that for a while, though. It just became more prominent when she allowed you, no, GAVE you that Vixens world title match at House of Glass. Once more; what a fucking joke.

(Kendra grabs her title and places it on her shoulder.)

Both you and Cleopatra along with the Sirens and the rest of the Empire roster are the plague of this show. You all need to be cleansed because this so called “German Efficiency” is only taunting the reputation that my sisters and I have worked so fucking hard to build. Let’s face it – The Specialist title is the only prestigious title on this show. A high-end woman like myself could only do so much in order to cleanse the filth that people such as Tarah Nova and Sheridan Müller bring to this company. I am a high class, educated, intelligent woman with multiple degrees. I am a business woman who knows how to manipulate the shit out of everyone. I can get my way – I always get my way. If I were you, I would watch my words very closely. I can turn your life upside down and I’m not only talking about in the ring. I will make your world a living hell, just how I’ve done to the broken Tarah Nova. Another waste of space on MY SHOW, on MY ROSTER. None of you can compete to the same level as I do and none of you can bring such grace to Empire like the OG Vixens. We are fierce, we are beautiful but most important, we are POWERFUL. Due to our status in this company we have a lot, and I truly do mean a lot of say in the way things go around here. My flesh and blood is the Answers World champion and my soulmate is seen as a legend by many. I am destined for greatness. I’ve already gone against the best out of the best and you are nowhere near in that category.

(Kendra gives a cocky smirk as the camera fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 12:53 am by **Jacob Senn**

This Dynasty, we are bound to honor and celebrate the holiday of Halloween. We will gather on Halloween to celebrate where terror and scares rule the night. The night of fright is just that, a holiday centered around the emotion of fear. A holiday where people dress as devilish ghouls and frightful monsters to strike fear, a holiday where everyone does their best to bring a shock or scare to each other, but Dynasty has already had the shock that it needed at House of Glass. Dynasty has something to fear and what they need to fear is the man that carries the World Heavyweight Championship in his possession. I hold this World Heavyweight Championship now, proved that I’m the best in the world, and have went through the most extreme matches that have been hosted by this company. I’ve done it all and you will face trepidation in the fact that while I hold this trophy on my shoulder, I’m taking every name that stands in this place and dropping them all! I’m going to punish everyone that even has an inkling, A THOUGHT, of taking this championship away from me because this is the treasure that I have fought for two long years to gain back! I want you to look me in my eyes, STRAIGHT IN THE VERY BLACKS OF THEM, BECAUSE I DON’T WANT ANY DOUBTS TO COME TO FRUITION! YOU LOOKING? Do you see the darkness that sits in my soul? Do you see the desperation to keep this championship on my shoulder stewing and festering within me? Do you see the lack of morality and empathy with any other man that desires to be champion? If you don’t see any of that within these eyes, then you’re playing yourself. You’re making yourself out to be a fool and you will be shown to be one after I finish you in that ring with ease, but a smart man would take note of it. A smart man would recognize the internal spirit that dwells within me, one that was born of the disrespect and hunger that I’ve held within for two long years. Just think that most people haven’t even reached two years in their EAW career, but I’ve been sitting there without a world championship because of that. Legends that constantly hold a title to make themselves feel important, people that jump from championship to championship to championship that believe that they deserve to be world champion because they haven’t held a championship for a few months, all of them and more take for granted the moments that they are given. They take for granted when they start their climb towards holding a championship on their shoulder or around their waist, they take for granted defeating a former world champion, and they take for granted having a spotlight to showcase their skill. Most people who have reached the top of the mountain don’t remember that hunger of sitting without a championship attached to their name, but I remembered. When I was struggling to recapture the Jacob Senn that became EAW Champion, when I tried to placate to people and fooled myself into believing that the reason I couldn’t become world champion was because of my attitude, it was a humbling experience and one that I will not forget. However, the time for being humble is over BECAUSE I’M THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD NOW! I HAVE A DUTY TO REPRESENT THIS BRAND AND SHOWCASE THAT I’M THE BEST WORLD CHAMPION THAT THIS BUSINESS WILL HAVE! That hunger and desperation led to me turning my back against Lucian Black, Orion Vileheart, or whatever the next name he wants to call himself that brought me to this that rests on my shoulder: The EAW World Heavyweight Championship. That’s what you need to fear, to be afraid of, because my crosshairs are pointed directly on ANYONE that decides to try and make a name off of me! Those crosshairs are now directed over to a man that has gotten a few good wins and now thinks that he’s ready for the big time! He’s ready to take on the World Heavyweight Champion and make a name for himself against him, but I’m here to tell you that it’s not going to happen!

You believe that my vision will not see the light, that you will light it ablaze and leave it in smoldering ashes, but that’s not a reality or a possibility that I’m even going to entertain for you. For let’s be authentic and honest with one another, Atilano Castillos, you’re just a bump in the road. You won’t be the anchor that drags me down into the depth like Lucian Black did to me, you won’t be someone that will take advantage of a disillusioned version of me like Scott Oasis, but you’re going to be like the litany of people that have walked into that ring fooling themselves into thinking they will take me down a notch ONLY TO HAVE THEIR HEAD BURIED INTO THAT CANVAS AT MY BEHEST! My vision has already been realized, Atilano, and that is being the World Heavyweight Champion, but the next vision and the next goal is to be THE GREATEST World Heavyweight Champion and I will become just that. Just like your body, your mind will be broken when you’re staring into my eyes. What I do to you in that ring, it will change you and it will break you. You will live life in two stages, Atilano: Pre-Jacob Senn and Post-Jacob Senn. Before you were given this opportunity to face the World Heavyweight Champion, you were a rising star. You knocked off Diamond Cage, qualified for the Glass Gauntlet, met a little hiccup in the Glass Gauntlet, but now have the confidence to take the world champion on. However, after you fail to put my shoulders onto the mat, you will descend into a depression that you will not find an escape or safe haven from. This loss that you are about to have given to you, courtesy of The Punisher, it will be a torrent of disappointment to you. You will beat yourself up, wondering what you could have done differently or what style could have granted you the victory, but nothing will have changed the result. It may stall the destruction, it may hold it off for a few moments, but the ending will always be the same. That’s what you fear, Atilanos. No matter what you do, failure will come for you. It haunts you, wakes up up at night in a cold sweat, almost like death that waits in the night for an old soul. At Dynasty, I will be death incarnate for you. I will stand before you as a reaper for your wrestling soul and my “costume” will represent that because when it’s all said and done…

You will pray that death was what came instead of the humiliation.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 12:19 am by **Tarah Nova**

Sound Of Madness---Empire#1
“Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!

Oh my, here we go...

Another loose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.”
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Cailin: You're quiet, Tare...what’s up?

[It is shown that the two Vixens are sitting at a bar late in the evening. Cailin watched has the raven haired Vixen play with her beer that sat in front of her. Tarah was deep in thought and looked lost in the eyes.]

Tarah: Just thinkin’, Ivy. Nothing bad. Promise.

Cailin: Thinking of your match? About fighting Famil--

[Tarah quickly sent her best friend a look that could kill.]

Tarah: We are not family---AND we won’t ever will be...

Cailin: What if Rya--

Tarah: You mean Meth? [Tarah rolled her eyes] I doubt it. Plus I dunno if I would be okay with it--but this isn’t about him. This is about that piece of shit niece of his. God, I should have drowned her when I had a chance...[Tarah takes a sip of her beer just as her cell phone lights up. Looking at it, a small smile appears on the Vixen Killers lips.] And-- I gotta go, Cai.

Cailin: Be Careful, dear. Don't be stupid tonight.

[Giving Cailin a hug, Tarah hopped off her stool]

Tarah: Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be okay. I mean its me, remember?[Tarah flashes a smirk at her friend before pulling her jacket close; walking out of the bar and into the cold streets.]
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Ya know...I’m getting a bit sick of you and your family, Veena.

I’m sick of you, mostly.

Yeah, for weeks I’ve had to listen to you bitch and moan all over the place about our Empire GM and how she is a washed-up vixen..Bluh Bluh Bluh. Okay? I get you don't like her. I get that she's a nuisance to you and you believe that she has it out for you and she kind of does. I know this match isn’t about her but come on, can you blame her, Veena? Look at who you Are. You are Veena Adams. You are Mr. DEDEDE's grossly beloved niece. You're supposed to represent him and your family as a second-generation vixen but all you have done is kick mud on the name Adams. You have done nothing but lie and cheat as your tried to claim a spot in my division. See this is the problem I have for second generation Vixens like yourself and yes, I have said this before but I feel like I need to remind you why I hate you so much. You believe that because of who your family is and they're ranks in the EAW company; that makes you the princess of EAW. Because you are a second-generation Vixen you believe that you are so much better than everyone else but kid, that's not how it works. Dedication, charisma and downright fucking training is how you make it in this business. It's not about whose family you're from or who you trained under. It's about everything that you have done to get to this spot but what have you done? I know that you did well in the EOE tournaments and I give you props for wiping the floor with some of those vixens but that's not enough for you to claim that you are one of the best. Are you have won a few matches but now you're screaming how you're amazing....Yeah, no. That won't get you far. [Tarah rolls her eyes before sighing] Look, I am just sick of seeing vixens like you. I'm sick a little blonde Barbie dolls walking around the backstage area; flipping their hair and doing their makeup than they're supposed to be training for a match. I'm sick of you most of all. I know that your uncle tries hard to push us together and make us be friends. I know that he wants us to get along for the sake of the future but I won't do it. I won't let myself get close to you because you represent everything that I hate in this world.Veena, you are nothing but a little narcissistic, ego filled brat that clings to her Uncle’s shirt because she believes that he's going to fight her battles for her. See this is when you need to realize that he won't save you from me. He's not that stupid to get in the ring with me when I’m in reckless. Yeah, at least he has brains unlike you. See, I believe you got all the stupid in the family because you just don't know when to keep your mouth shut when you're bitching about how great you are. But uh---Newsflash sweetheart, You're not the queen of the world. You're nothing special in my eyes. Hell, you're not even a fuckin’ threat. No, this week all you are is practice for me. This week I'm going to hurt you, Veena and I'm going to do is as slow and as painful as I possibly can. I am a woman of my word, Veena and here's my word to you: if you have any common sense in that thick head of yours, you should use it and not show up for our match. Frankly, I don't want to waste my time beating your face into the mat when I could be doing something else more worth my time. It's nothing personal, Veena but I rather pull a Honda then face-off against one of the weakest vixens in this division. It even pisses me off that I’m in this match with you. I mean fuck, I even would rather face the Go-To hoe, Azumi in a three stages of hell match than even SHARE a ring with you. There's so many better things to do than face you but here we are and there's no looking back.

All in all, I feel sorry for your uncle. I do. I feel for him because he has to deal with you more than he has to deal with me! Well, he has to deal with the Hooded Hooker more too but that's not the point of this...No but God, I bet for years he pampered you like you were something special but guess what? You're not. Veena, you are not him. You will never be like him and come Empire; I'm going to show you the fuckin’ reason why first generation Vixens will ALWAYS better than second gen. I’m going to show you that even training under a guy like you're uncle, you still will never be as great as he is---And you can BELIEVE THAT.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 11:20 pm by **showster26**

Voltage#1

Sunday, Cologne, Germany, 11:35 pm

(The scene opens backstage at Lenxess Arena following the conclusion of this weeks episode of Voltage. It's here along a narrow corridor, deserted of people and even equipment, that we find a man sitting on the ground. His knees pulled up to his chest, his head hung low with a towel draped over it. This man is the one who was able to claim a victory tonight over Jon McAdams. The man whose violent tendencies and depraved mind has captured the attention of Eclipse Diemos. The man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa! It has begun! Oh glory to you my masters for your WILL has been seen. The foul Blasphemer has been put to ruin, the chosen lamb has been sacrificed. The first step in your coming has been cleared for you and soon, sooner than the doubting HEATHENS know, you shall bring forth the final fire. You will scrub away the sick, the inept, the weak. For of all the iniquities that pollute this world, it is weakness that is the most abominable in your sight. For it is from weakness that all other forms of filth are born, and corrupted. I understand that it is your wish for having me prove my own strength by disposing of those who are weak, and those who cling to them.

I know that you have called upon me to wipe away the filth they call Marco Fedor and Keelan Citinich. Marco, you are the embodiment of the weakness. You lack the strength to do what is necessary. And you poison the minds of those around you by claiming kindness. IT IS KINDNESS that truly kills. It rots man’s true nature at its core. It suppresses instinct into the farthest reaches of a man's mind till he cannot recognize it. Marco Fedor you are the like a rat trap. You lure in your victims with pleasant looking bait, but all the while they never see their own destruction CRASHING DOWN UPON THEIR NECKS! Why do you do it? Why Marco? ANSWER MEEEE! What perverse joy do you get for twisting and turning the minds of others? What gratification do you get for leading your brethren to their doom like the pied piper? What kind of vile creature are you that you would do such atrocities?

They have sent me to eradicate slime like you. They have declared your presence in this world a plague, and only after your body has been sacrificed upon my masters' alter, will they be pleased. Do not be fooled into thinking that you have any advantage because you have blinded Keelan Citinich, already you have made your true self know to him. He will see thru your deception... or be consumed by the flames with you.

Keelan Citinich I beg of you to awaken from the slumber you have been lulled into by this wretch. You maybe yet accounted among them who are strong enough to serve them. You may yet be able to save yourself from their fire. But you must cleanse yourself of that disease which has corrupted you for so long now. You must purge yourself of that cancer which has caused your downfall. Do not let yourself be counted amongst those who will be scattered to the wind on the day of the glorious reign for Marco's sake. He has been the thorn in your side. The affliction in your back. The demon whose weight hangs on your neck and pulls you down into the darkest depths of hell. Open your eyes Keelan, before it's too late.

Before the week is new, you have but one chance to cast off that which oppresses you, but if you chose to remain blind. If you choose to place your hopes in that false idol and his treacherous tongue which spews for venomous lies, then you will be left to rot with the rest of the putrid scum. It will be you that drowns in a river of bitter tears, it will be you from which a river of blood will flow, it will be you who will burn in the all-consuming fire till not even a single spec of ash will remain.”

(Caine swiftly , some would say violently, whips the towel off of his head. He looks up with a scowl that would send chills down your spine, and stares at the camera with his bloodshot eyes.)

“WHY MUST YOU BE SO FOOLISH? WHY MUST YOU INSIST ON IGNORING THEIR CALL?!? HOW LONG DO YOU THINK THEY WILL STAND FOR YOU STUBBORNESS?!?”

(Caine’s body langue stiffens, his eyes have the glazed over look, his mouth hanging slightly open. A long moment of silence passes before Caine nods his head yes.)

Caine: “If Keelan shall not heed the call, then he shall suffer at the hands of he who prepares the way. If he chooses to remain bound to the that wicked wretch Marco Fedor, then both shall be suffer unending agony. Both will bare the punishment that is set to be laid down on Sunday. For none can stand against them, not two, not even all the armies of the forsaken HEATHENS that have manipulated and twisted the entire world to the point where they believe the deceptions that have been spread are the truth. Day is night, and white is black according to them. My masters have seen and heard, their works are a foul stench before them. The cleansing is at hand, for you Marco, and for you Keelan. They will not spare from the unspeakable horrors, those who are unfit to serve… or those who are unwilling. Perpare yourselves, for the End Of Ages will prepare their way. They have told me, it must be so.”

(Caine snaps up to his feet and walks out of the frame. A second later his maniacal laughing can be heard in the distance until the camera blacks out.)

The End.

Time To Train! October 25th 2016, 11:09 pm by **ThatChapChristo**

EAW: Well It’s Time To Train! (Mortimer Gotch Showdown Promo)

*BZZZZZZZKT SVVCDFGFHJFDH!*

The radio crackles to life as we get a good look at the old fashioned looking apartment it’s been placed in, the space is dominated by a rather modest sized kitchen table and accompanying bar; it’s (plentiful) bottles of amber liquid glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Seated at the bar is a figure flipping through a newspaper and next to them is the currently squeaking and squawking radio, after a few short bursts of sharp static the broadcast begins.

“And this week in the world of professional wrestling, EAW lands quite a deal! Prepare your earholes for this ladies and germs: esteemed gentleman Mortimer Gotch makes his debut this Showdown in a thrilling contest against “The Philosopher” Ryan Marx! Now, Mister Marx has made his intention clear that dear Mortimer would not be able to survive in the world of EAW due to his gentlemanly nature. What’s our chap to do? Let’s hear it from the man himself!”

The radio broadcast ends as the figure puts his newspaper down revealing it to be none other than Mortimer Gotch himself! He neatly folds his newspaper as the smile never leaves his face, he coughs a bit before beginning to speak.

“You heard it right friends! The name’s Gotch, Mortimer Gotch and I’m here in EAW to prove that wrestling’s a gentleman’s game! Now I won’t beat around the bush I have quite the challenge in the form of Mister Ryan Marx, however I’m 175 pounds of pure dash-fire and I’ll be darned if I let myself be bested by a scoundrel like that!”

“Now I must apologize for my case of the silent willie's first and foremost, I had trouble when the upper brass in EAW said that they sent me an “Email” load of old hogwash I say; however I got my marbles sorted out and am ready to let the verbal fisticuffs fly! Now Mister Marx, when I first heard tell of you I expected you to be a curt and well spoken sort of chap. Imagine my surprise however; when you turned out to be a gentleman of four outs who’s clearly off one’s chump! I mean could you get anymore paint by the numbers lad? Dark scary looking office? Check. Hooded figure? Check. Self righteous attitude, basic “Philosophical” warnings, book burning? Check, check and checkerino! I hate being harsh friend but All Hallows Eve is still only a week away let’s not jump the gun eh?”

Mortimer hops down from his stool only to travel behind the bar, he plucks a random bottle from the shelf and places it on the bar alongside a small glass filled with ice. He pours himself the drink and knocks it back with renowned vigor before smiling and speaking

“ I’m sure you think you’re the bee’s knees with all your fancy talk dont’cha? All your boulderdash and poppycock about how I’m a “vessel” that you can play Cat’s Cradle with but i’m here to put a stop to that nonsense! I don’t intend to soak up the words of some scoundrel just because I’m the new suit in the shop window, now I don’t know what kinda frimble-framble you tell yourself to maintain your nancy boy attitude but I won’t have any of it. Now don’t get me wrong; there’s nothing I love more than a strong lass showing ol Mortimer what for behind closed doors, but all that crazy talk about pain being the only thing to gain true success is just that: Crazy talk. Success is obtained by not only hard work, but a will of iron and not giving up til you bellow to the mend! But you're right about one matter: I still need to prepare if I want to have more than a snowball’s chance in hell of making it here, so I say it’s time to train!

The scene is interrupted by something resembling a record scratch as the scene itself freezes and is replaced by an old timey time card titled “Exercise 1: Endurance. Then the scene returns to show Mortimer in his kitchen standing with a glass and 3 eggs. He takes the eggs and cracks them into the glass as the radio voice-over from before returns

“In order to prepare for a trip into the squared circle one must prepare! A man must be able to hope in that ring and endure punishment from all types of brutes. So what better way to do that by strengthening resolve as well as your gut?”

Mortimer grimaces slightly as he holds his nose and knocks back the eggs, gagging almost immediately. As he scrambles around his kitchen looking for something to wash the taste out of his mouth the announcer begins to talk once more.

“See that ladies and gents? Strong as a piece of pig iron! But it’s going to take much more than that to be ready for a bully time in the squared circle. Onto the next training exercise!”

The scene fades again to show another timecard titled “Exercise 2: Strength” The scene then shifts to an old school boxing ring in a dusty gym, We see Mortimer in one corner clad in boxing gear practicing his strikes. He warms up a little more as the announcer returns

“Now a gentleman can be as polite and well mannered as they come but that won’t mean jack if they don’t have the strength to back up there words! Now as we can see we have our promising gent…..”

Mortimer raises his hands and smiles

“Now all he needs is an opponent!”

Suddenly out of seemingly nowhere a bear pops up into the corner opposite of Mortimer, clad in identical boxing gear which gets quite the audible outburst from Mortimer

“What in the blazes??? You can’t expect me to give a blinker to a bear!!!”

“Sure you can son! Now get in there and show that bear what for!”

Mortimer, looking incredibly apprehensive squares up with bear dancing around him before delivering a solid cross right straight to the bear’s nose. The bear responds in earnest by letting loose an ear-splitting roar chasing Mortimer around the ring, and eventually the gym as well. As Mortimer flees for the very life the announcer interjects once more

“D-did I say strength? I meant cardio! Cardio is a very important aspect of in-ring preparedness. Whether you’re using you using your speed to outwit a brutish foe or outrun a bear that you socked in the snot locker, Cardio will make sure you don’t look like roadkill at the end of it!”

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CALL OFF THIS BEAST!”

The scene fades once more to reveal one last time card titled Exercise 3: Intelligence, the scene opens to show a bandaged up Mortimer sitting at this dining room across from another gentleman. A chess board is seated between them and they begin to play as the announcer speaks again

“Last but not least a proper gentleman must showcase his smarts if he’s to truly succeed in his endeavors because if you don’t have your wits about ya how can you put on a proper scuffle?”

The scene swaps back to the chess game where the two gents are in a fierce battle of wits as piece after piece is taken, however when all hope seems lost for Mortimer a rather sudden loud noise causes the other gentleman to turn his head. Which gives Mortimer a chance to spin the board around rearranging the pieces, and the other gentleman turns his attention back to the board and faints out of pure shock. As Mortimer laughs and cheekily taps his head the announcer sounding more bewildered than ever before interjects

“Er…...Ah…….I mean there we have it! Gentlemanly wit and wisdom at it’s finest, well ladies and gents it seems our sterling young gentleman is well on his way to a cracking good victory this week at Showdown! Mister Marx I hope you’re watching closely lad, because Mister Gotch may be from an antiquated era but it won’t matter how “philosophical” you are. Mister Gotch will take your fancy egotistical words, give you a bunch of fives and shut your bone box for good!”

The scene opens in to show Mortimer cheerfully leaning up against his bar, glass in hand. He raises his glass in a cheering motion before downing his drink and addressing his opponent one last time

“Ryan Marx, I believe it’s time to show you just how well a gentleman can adapt to this modern world, and then maybe after I’ve knocked you down a peg or twelve we can settle things with a nice game of chess. Cheers…….”

Mortimer tips his cap and cheerily waves as the scene fades out to black for the final time.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 11:03 pm by **Consuela Rose Ava**

You’re the woman to invest in? Don’t make me laugh, BB. It seems like Cleopatra has only been focused on your swagger out of the ring. She’s probably not paying attention to everything you’ve been doing in the ring. I’m guessing that she missed your match against Aria Jaxon—which you lost. That or Cleo is just shielding her eyes and avoiding eye contact on the cold hard truth in front of her. Consuela is the woman that she should be keeping an eye on. Consuela is the woman that everyone should be keeping an eye on. Why? Because I’m better than any of the Vixens in the locker room. Hell, I’m better than Bianca Bella Vita. Seriously, what does BB have to offer to Empire? If The Sirens came knocking on her dressing room this week and asked her to become their final partner for Shock Value, would she step up and accept it? Would you accept it? Are you going to be the lucky candidate to put her reputation and career on the line? Or is that going to be too much for the little barking Chihuahua? Little Chihuahua can’t handle the heat? She can’t handle what it takes to become a main event player on Empire? Let me tell you something. I was built for this. I have busted my ass for a chance to get in EAW. This is the big leagues. I know that I’m going to be confronting a lot of bitches like you and boy, am I looking forward to facing you in the ring this week? Honestly, I think that it’s time to shut you up and knock you down a couple pegs. I’m not someone with the entitlement issues? I’m not entitled to anything. I’m just like you, BB. I’m working my hardest. I’m trying to get my name out there. I’m trying to impress Cleopatra. I knew that when Empire began, I would need to do that. There was no way I was going to let you take the spotlight. I saw Cleopatra. I saw a spotlight. I saw you in the spotlight and I did not give a damn at all. I was going to take that spotlight no matter what it took. Are you going to tell me that you wouldn’t have done that? Are you going to tell me that you would have waited backstage as Cleopatra talked to me? Don’t go acting like you’re the innocent one out of this scenario because you’re not. It’s a dog eat dog world, BB. I’m doing whatever it takes to see me in the Vixens Championship or Specialist Championship picture. If that means attacking you. If that means taking your precious moments away from you. I am going to do that. Then, you won’t need to Google “Cameron Ella Ava’s sister” anymore because I will never make you forget the name, Consuela Rose Ava.

Don’t you dare compare me to that no personality, sperm stealing bitch, Madison. I may be nicknamed “The Other Ava”, but I don’t wish to be referred to as one. It seems like we’re back at square one, right? It seems like every time we face; I’m hearing the same old shit that everyone has been telling me?

I’ll never be Cameron.

I’m only here because of Cameron.

I’m riding my sister’s coattails.

The list goes on. Honestly, the more I find myself involved in my sister’s business, the more I couldn’t give a damn about what people think of me. I know that I’m miles ahead of my competition. I know that I should be in the title pictures and I’m not holding myself back, Cleopatra is. Cleopatra refuses to see the talent within an Ava. It’s probably because she’s still not happy that Cameron ended her year long reign for the Vixens Championship at Pain for Pride 6. That’s probably the reason why Cleopatra choose BB over me; however, it’s not about that. It’s about taking all your unoriginal comments and shoving it up your ass. You claim to be the leader of this team? Try convincing that loud mouth BB that? Try convincing that to Erica Ford, the woman who is scarier than you can ever dream to be. There’s nothing in this world that makes you entitled of becoming some sort of leader for the Sanatorium. Hell, you’re not even good enough to lead a bunch of mice away from mousetraps. What makes you believe that you have the qualifications to lead the Sanatorium for domination all over Empire? Let me tell you that—you don’t and you never will because Stephanie and Alexis are better than what you could ever dream of being. Last week, Stephanie and Alexis showed why they belong in the Sanatorium. This week, Cameron, Nicole and I are here to prove why you don’t belong on Empire and if we’re lucky, we’ll get rid of you forever.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 10:58 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

Consuela is too busy trying to be me? Gee, did it cross your small mind that we’re identical twins? Did it ever cross your mind that even though every Vixen in the locker room would kill to be an OG Vixen? Did it cross that sisters should always be there for one another? Consuela could have said no. She could have not helped me during my match with Aria Jaxon. She could have never crossed my path, but you know what Consuela is? Unlike you, she’s smart. She knows that in a war between The Sirens and the OGs, she needed to pick the right side. She needed to do what was going to be best for her. Before she even signed a contract to EAW, I told her that she needed to do whatever it took for her to get to the top of the Vixens Division. Aligning herself with me will stir her in the right direction, but I’m not holding her hand during her matches. I’m not holding her hand as she climbs her way to the top. The most I can be is support for her, but it’s not like I’m bribing Cleopatra with one-hundred dollar bills to get Consuela on the match cards. Consuela has done that all on her own. She signed her own EAW contract. She got scouted and noticed by herself. Sure, when I got my contract at twenty-one, I could have not signed, but do you know who encouraged me? Consuela. She realized that we are stronger individually, but we are the strongest together. Too bad for you, your partners only care about themselves. Madison is only looking out for herself. Erica is held back being part of a tag team. What makes you think that the three of you together, it will be the team to beat us? You can’t beat me, BB. I’m not an easy victory. No one in this team is going to be easy to defeat. You think that your mouth is going to win you the matches? It may have gotten your ass on the cards, but you’re not going to win anything in EAW while the OG Vixens are around. I can still go in the ring. I’m not ready to tie up my shoes. Plus, I’m not expecting for Consuela to be the heir or my successor. I’m expecting her to be the first of her kind. I’m expecting her to be the first Consuela and not the second Cameron Ella Ava. No Vixen is worthy of being my successor.

Maybe if ya had a man in your life and some dick once in a while, you wouldn’t be this bitter, and this much of a bitch, would you.”—BB Vita

Bitter? I don’t consider myself bitter, BB. I consider myself a woman with her eyes on the prize—the Vixens Championship. You see, I could care less about being in a relationship. The only thing that I care about is my relationship with my sister and how I am perceived by my fellow OG Vixens. I’m not like you, BB. I don’t need a man in my life to get attention on me. I don’t need to rely on Kendra, HBG or Consuela to get me attention. I get attention the moment I step into the room. Whenever I step into the room, there is a shining light reflecting on me and the choir sings like the little angel I am. You? You need to talk and talk like someone gives a damn about what you say. You talk because you know that you don’t have the same effect like I do whenever I step into the room. I can talk and it gives me more attention than what I would have liked. You know what? I was wrong to make you keep your mouth shut. I wasn’t expecting you to do that. You’re just someone that doesn’t listen and it costs you in the very end. When there’s that little voice on your head that tells you to shut up, BB. You should listen to it. I should have gave you that warning to begin with, but never mind. You’ll learn after my team defeats you.

Oh, my God. You’re such an unoriginal piece of shit. I’m surprised that you didn’t plagiarize a poem this time since you can’t come up with any decent poems to begin with. Hell, you can’t cut a decent promo either, so you’re stuck with cutting the same promo over and over and over again which people will probably eat up since they don’t know true talent when it slaps them in the face. How many times have I heard you call me these nicknames? Kim Kardashian really? The only way I would compare myself to Kim Kardashian is how I could create an empire from the ground up. I made a brand for myself. Whenever people thought of the Vixens Division, they thought of me. I made the Vixens Division into one of the most watched Divisions in EAW. As much as people don’t want to admit it, but Kim took a bad situation and she was able to create so much out of it. She was able to create a TV, a couple spin off, makeup, clothing brands. You can’t have a day where you don’t hear about The Kardashians. They’re everywhere. The Avas are everywhere. You can’t escape it, Madison. I knew that you were going to try to get a rise out of me. You thought by comparing me to Kim Kardashian that I was going to take offense from that. I’m not offended. I’m flattered because unlike you, Kim Kardashian is someone in the entertainment industry. You? You’re not in magazine covers. You’re not doing interviews on morning talk shows. You don’t have anything going on about you, so you hate on people that are successful. You hate us because you’re never going to be us. Hell, you’re not even worthy to clean Consuela’s dad’s farm. You’re not even good enough to touch the chickens!

So fuck you.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 10:52 pm by **『zakkii』**

(OOC note: sorry for an unformatted promo. My laptop can't seem to connect the internet somehow. I will reformat it later if my internet go back again.)

Nyaaa...... Ugh, okay this is stupid.

Haruna is opening her video by mimicking a cat as she is now wearing a cat costume while talking. After that, she takes off her cat ears and throws it out somewhere before she begins to talk.

Aah, Halloween..... my least favorite holiday is coming! I don't have to wear this kind of thing last year and now this thing happened. Ugh, this is so pointless. I just try myself to have a costume as plain as possible, as unnoticable as possible because, ughhh.... I hate Halloween. I'd rather have double Christmas to replace this stupid holiday. But eh.... while those Vixens keep making their costumes even more standout as the others, I'd rather make my fighting skill standout instead. Yes, I will use a costume but this costume won't affect my will to fight for this week. Especially when this is the main event time.

Okay, Ms. Kendra Shamez.... before you talk anything about me, umm.... how's your fellow OG Vixens, Heart Break Gal doing? Is she doing better now? She's already move on from her title loss at House of Glass, right? Well, I believe she does already. She is that strong woman that never thinking about one loss, right? Well, good for her to already forget about it all as for me.... I don't even think that's my loss. It's totally her loss because she lost her title and I have nothing to do with it. I knew on backstage Sheridan talked to Cleopatra and I eaves dropped them talking about cashing in that Vixens Cup. So I was thinking "Hey, this time is not for winning the match, this is for hurting HBG just like what Cloud did to me on that Back-to-back match. Let's see if her big mouth can actually keep up with this situation as much as I am" but hey, she failed.... She can't win two matches in a row and that is how you called a worthy champion? Heh, I'm so glad Sheridan can take that title away from her side as she will elevate the pride and prestige of that title again. As for me? Oh, don't worry about me. I just go retreated and live to fight for another day. I was fighting for that title not because I begged and granted that title shot right away. No, I am not that kind of Vixens. I work my way until the top and I get that title shot because I fight everyone and keep winning. And guess what? I don't even hesitate to do that again. I get this chance and I am not afraid to grab another with my hard work. Wanna prove it? Well, I'll show it to you.

If you are looking for another soap opera for your needs, I will fall back...

But you are looking for somebody that will provide you with a decent challenge, I am on the front of the line.

That's right, I'd rather go back and do everything what I supposed to do if I end up binding with another nonsense story that is happening right now involving you, your fellow OG and that group. Eh, you know.... I don't care about that. While people looking toy fighting your opponent by keep building some sappy stories, I just don't care. Eh, I already told those people so many time and I can say it again and again. I am here only to fight and I mean ONLY to fight. Yes, you are here to fight as well but for me, I only come here to just fight, honor every match that I've been in and when that match is done, I just go home, winning or losing. I don't want to be involved in anymore outcome that you vixens just made up If you want to ever fight me and willing to fight again, just come to me. I'll show you what the real fight is. Because rather if you win or if you lose, I will accept it as long as you show me how a good wrestler you are just like what I always see you in that ring. Just because I can't handle anymore drama you vixens made doesn't make you not look at me seriously. You might be end up losing to a nobody like me just like what Heart Break Gal has done to make my way for my title match.

Hey, Ms. Shamez. I know you are the Specialist Champion and in this match but this time, I won't be putting it aside and focus on the other thing but hey, maybe someday I will take that title from you once I get my chance to grab that title. As for now, I will fight you without asking anything after our match. I want to win a match against you and assert my capability to become one of the Vixens top draw. Hey, I only need to fight my best to be on the top to get there and that is all I need.

So, this Friday will be a first blood match.... well, I gotta be honest with you. My skin is so sensitive and I got easily bleed. Yes.... you can see on my previous extreme matches that I bleed earlier than my opponent but hey, don't even think this match would be easy. I bleed easily but the way to make me bleed is harder than you ever think. Again, I might be look so easy to beat but to defeat me need a harder effort than you used to do for your previous opponent. This time, I will show you that I am the one who is so hard to beat and soon you will know that I am a strong vixen, something that you will never expect before. This time the blood will be flowing over and I'll make sure it will be yours!

Haruna leaves the scene as the video fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 8:55 pm by **Rhyse**

BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE | DYNASTY PROMO I

(A darkened figure is seen pouring gallons of gasoline to a grand mansion. Then, a roar is heard as a flame quickly emerges; within a few seconds, the structure is completely in flames. A blaze of blinding oranges and yellows fill the night sky.)

At House of Glass, I gave it my all. But while I was awake, restless the night before, I had a vision. That vision told me that I wasn't made to win the glass gauntlet, no, that instead I'd fall 'victim' to Drake Jaeger. That doesn't really upset me. Whether one wins or loses doesn't determine how 'successful' you really are. And, as you know, I am a confident man; falls I take and mistakes I make, yes, they are for my own sake. I knew that if I walked out the 'better man' I'd be no better myself, but rather, diminished back down to the lower caste which makes up this company. So thank you, Drake, for giving me the opportunity to become the greater man. Retracing roots, and we see that I lived a life filled with corruption. Since then, I made a vow. I vowed to liberate the people of such vices. Many have tried to diminish this passion of mine, but it does me no harm whatsoever. At the end of the day, I know that I had to win success over by going through various obstacles. This Friday, like every other Friday, it'll be no different. Only this time, success will not be seen through the eyes of Raymundo Rhyse.

(He glances back at the flaming building, then, smiles. The smile turns into a laugh, and if the fire didn't wake up any neighbors, then this surely will.)

Raymundo Rhyse is dead! ¡Lo maté! And I killed him long ago that fair September, but I did not want to confuse your poor, feeble minds any further. I'm sure he will not be missed. He, along with the mindset that he'll change the future is seen behind me, screaming in pain in the distant fire. I would be sorry for him, but now, all I care about is myself. I am Atilano Castillos, and I can see that the future of this industry relies heavily on not just my knowledge, but on the knowledge of others. Of the others, are some very, very corrupt individuals.

Jacob Senn, you've become the center of attention for Dynasty. I, however, am not fazed by the power you seem to have over this roster. I know that you are also trying to make your own vision come to life. The way I see it, that vision is simply impossible. You are golden...in the wrong sense. See, while you have your ever growing list of championship reigns and accomplishments, I have something much more powerful. My mind. And why is it much more powerful you ask? It is because I hold no fear, and I do not just simply wave a white flag to admit defeat, no, I use my knowledge to bring forth a new vision to this industry. This internal force lead me to a new prophecy—that I'd defeat a person of great power. If it was easy to kill Raymundo Rhyse, there's confidence in me that will drive me forward. Of course, I vow to keep my distance.

Jacob Senn, you can only get so close to the sun before you eventually find yourself melting away. See you on Friday.

(Castillos emerges from the shadows in a torn up suit. He bows on his knees, and stretches his arms outward, as though he was praying to god. The camera zooms out, then fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 7:25 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Empire #2

{OOC Note: Dialogue in () is in Japanese}

{The camera is rolling as Azumi is at her apartment where she lives with her girlfriend, Haruna. A knock at the door as she towards it and opens it, only to see her current Mentor, Miss Manami at the front door.}

Manami: (Long time no see, Azumi! How are you?)

Azumi: (S-s-sensei, what are you doing here?)

Manami: (I was visiting Stephanie and she told me that you live here with your girlfriend, so where is she?)

Azumi: (You can talk to her later, but tell me what are you really here to do?)

{Manami enters the apartment and takes a seat with Azumi.}

Manami: (I heard from Hatsukyo that you and Stephanie are teaming up for EAW's upcoming Tag Team Tournament.)

Azumi: (Yeah So?)

Manami: (So, I'm here to wish you good luck. You're representing JET meaning that you're representing the best of Joshi Wrestling, you're representing the girls that don't have the opportunity to be in your place an....)

Azumi: I know this already, you tell it every time I have some big match or thing to be a part of. If you have anything else to tell me, do it now hold it for a later time.

Manami: I want you to know, that once you return to Japan for New Years, I'll finally pass down my crown to you.

Azumi: Is that all? I know this from the beginning, Matsuda wasn't going to inherit it because the Joshi world won't ever accept her as the Goddess since she's half-Japanese, Hatsukyo is too inexperienced, the other girls aren’t good enough yet. So I’m the best choice right now, you said it yourself when I joined JET, you won’t be able to find a true, old school Strong-Style talent in the Joshi World.

Manami: That I did, but ever since the Empress tournament, I see something different, I see something that’s consumed your spirit, it’s definitely not arrogance but something worse than that.

Azumi: Oh please, If you’re done with that then can you let me be for my preparations.

Manami: (I see, I’ll get going. Talk to Stephanie when you get the chance.)

Azumi: (I will.)

{Scene ends with Manami leaving Azumi’s apartment leaving her alone.}

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{Scene moves to Azumi still on her couch sitting arrogantly as the camera is back on.}

Honestly, I never cared about this “War” between the old and new, this little struggle wasn’t worth giving my attention for, I had my career to worry about so locking up with what at best looked like two high school clique fighting over top group position. Everyone in each clique has their roles but I can’t seem to figure out HBG’s role in The OG Vixens or in the Vixens Division. She certainly isn’t the jokester, the prey or the leader, maybe a fallen empress, but she sure the hell isn’t the ACE of the Division that belongs to me. Maybe all HBG is a Queen that’s fallen off her position at the top of the card and now is left seeing her old kingdom burn away by the rise of the new guard, but she doesn’t have any power to fight back. And now with the help of her fellow queens, she tries one last desperate attempt to reclaim what was hers but now belongs to the young.

{Azumi’s expression changes to serious one as she gets up from her seat.}

Doesn’t that fit you perfectly, HBG? An old lioness facing off against a new, faster, stronger, Lioness on the rise. Maybe that's all you since returning to the ring, a member of the old guard trying to fight the rise of new vixens, one's who doesn't know if she'll survive to see the next era of vixens take control and take the division places that you never could, or maybe you're someone who's jealous that the Vixens Division that you say you "built" doesn't you anymore. Whatever it may be you can't beat someone of my caliber, someone who didn't use the ways of Extreme to get here. I claim to the Ace of this Division because that's what I am, An Ace, a figurehead of this division, bringing that background in Strong-Style that no other woman can claim. Network subscriptions in Japan went up because they noticed that their someone from Japan, making that nation proud of its wrestling.

And maybe another changing of the guard is coming, One where the Old Red Dragon loses her value in the world and that Cold-Blooded Predator takes over.

{Scene ends with Azumi walking towards the camera and turning it off as the scene ends.}

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 7:20 pm by **Jon McAdams**

Jon McAdams

The Survivor

Voltage Promo #1

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Round two

McAdams wakes up in the center of the ring with Gary standing over him trying to wake him up. They are in the EAW performance center. This is one day after his loss to Solomon Caine.

“We've been looking for you,” Gary says annoyed. “Have you been here the whole time?”

McAdams sits up and checks his watch. It's 7:00am.

“I flew here right after my match with Caine,” McAdams yawned. “Been working out all night.”

“Did the loss rattle you that much?”

“He didn't beat me. I messed up. I spent all week trying to send him a message and not enough time preparing. Won't let that happen this week. He's so freaking strong. And now he's with Santorum? I'ma get in his head all over again and -”

“You’re facing Ahren Fournier this week,” Gary interjects. “Not Solomon Caine.”

McAdams looks up at Gary with an irritated and exasperated face and checks his phone for the schedule. He sighs and closes his eyes while shaking his head before nodding to the camera.

“Is that on?”

Gary nods.

McAdams takes a look around the center as a few developmental EAW guys trickle in and walk past the ring.

“Okay. fine,” He nods his head with wide eyes. He stands, making eye contact with the camera. “What joy. Round 2 with Mr. Crowd favorite. Mr. Future of the company. Ahren Fournier. I see Mike Showman is scheduled on commentary too! Good. There will be at least two people near the ring with some class.”

McAdams stands up, walking towards the ropes and leaning against it.

“Well. What can I say? I'm glad I get one more shot at trill bat,” McAdams twirls his finger in a whoop dee doo motion. “God, I just don't like you very much. Quite frankly, I don't understand why you're so popular with the audience. I suppose it speaks volumes to the amount of trash that turn up and pay a ticket to see EAW and cheer for its most degenerate wrestlers. I mean, it just doesn't make sense that they cheer you. You’re mean spirited, you're a bully, you have no friends that I can see, you objectify women, you have no class, and you treat everyone like they are stupid and beneath you. I think you're overrated and I know I'm better than you. And I will prove it.”

McAdams leaps over the top rope and walks past a couple of developmental wrestlers. McAdams snaps his fingers and points to his boot that has loosened strings and one of the wrestlers immediately drops down and begins to tie it.

“You've gotten by with your trendy words and your 'wacky’ and 'zany’ antics but when push comes to shove, I believe you've plateaued. I'd never take away from your strengths. You're good in the ring but that's all you'll ever be. You'll never be great. You'll never be better than you are right now.
But me, each week I get better. Each week I show everyone that I deserve to be here. Each week I actually show that I belong here while you continue to plod along with your bare minimum work rate, being a lazy pile of crap like all the rest of your fans. It's only a matter of time before you're knocked off your perch. So why not me?”

McAdams waves the wrestlers away and continues to walk to the front.

“You beat me once, and I was so pissed at myself, but I gotta thank you because you drove me even further to go even more extreme,” McAdams grins wildly as his eyes start to widen. “You will not beat me again. Let's give Showman a show! But please don't treat this match as a pit stop on your way to what will inevitably be, Mike Showman kicking your ass again, think of this instead as a roadblock. This is where Ahren Fournier ceases to be the crown Jewel and starts being known as the crown of crap.”

McAdams reaches the door and turns to face the camera.

“So please, crack your jokes. Please, underestimate me like you did Showman so that I can kick your ass this Sunday and justify everything I just said. I can't wait. Though for the love of God I hope you bring something different to this party of three because if you don't you will lose this Sunday.”

“Where are you going?”, Gary says in a quiet voice.

“I'm getting a doctor octopus costume.”

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 6:52 pm by **Sir Killian Charlamagne**

Dynasty Promo II: "The Redcoat"

((OOC: Once again this upload was once again on mobile. Though I thought I'd do something with the fact that it's Halloween))

The scene opens up to a field out in front of an old tower by the sea on a grand field by a cliff in Quebec City. On the stone stairway surrounding the door out came a man in an old red British military coat and hat marching left foot followed by the right as he played the drums to a quick but motivational beat. Straight behind him were at least six men in the same British coats as the man in front. These men had marched in rows of two down the steps each with a musket on their sides as they kept marching in formation to the shock of the Québécois populace. The seventh trailed behind waving the flag of British North America.

They rallied to a single file line. The man with the British North American flag placing the item on a stand behind the line before joining the formation.
The man on the drums stopped playing, lifted the drum and placed on the grass plains of Abraham. He stood in front of the row of men in redcoats. He paces back and forth between the seven.

“Gaze upon the sightings, soldiers. This field was once was the battlefield where our first settlers brawled it out for full control of the land we call home. Both generals may have lost their lives in the battle, but their names are not forgotten. Nor are the sounds of drums, whistles and muskets! Yet our- or should I say My enemy should I say does not come bearing arms of such a thing. No. Instead the enemy comes bearing a soldier's heart and a proud amateur background! A prodigy some may call him! Yet I will not stand for such a nickname! Will I gentlemen?”

“No Sir!”

The men shouted in a proud unison.

“Exactly! You all know who the real in-ring general is in this battle on the twenty ninth of October! Men it's like sieging a castle! Sure, your opponent has been their longer and probably understands the environment way better than you. But as long as you have the drive and know exactly how and where to strike. You can easily win the field to your favor! Tis never who has the biggest army! That gentlemen is an excuse powerful men like to use in order to intimidate the smaller enemy! However. If you know where to find your pieces and how to use them, the bigger enemy relying solely on its power will be left in the dust before you! He will soon realize his position and wave the white flag! Yet, surrender is not always the case. Sometimes it is merely a lure into having the enemy corner you and leave you in a tiny kill zone! Yet I say neigh!”

Kelly frowns as he looks back at his troops. Looking to the soldier at the center.

“Soldier, what is my name?”

The soldier opened his mouth:

“Kelly Hackenschmidt, general!”

“That last name, do you mind repeating it?”

“Hacken-”

“Hackenschmidt!”

Kelly said again as he returned to pacing.

“Am I going to let that name die from the very wrestling business in vein?”

The soldiers shouted: “No Sir!”

“You're damn right not! Especially in the heat of battle! I do not fight to get even, I fight to win! Some may call it my greatest weakness, yet I see it as a strength! So always be willing to go the extra mile! Push your so-called limits and extend yourself out of your comfort zone and create a new! That is why I stand before as the man who has lead armies before! A man who fights for all that is real and makes that all those who stand in my way fall by skill! Some guy dressed up as the Zodiac Killer certainly won't be seen as a grave god-like for by a man whom although stands on grounds he has never walked before remains on the road to not only becoming a main stake, but perhaps one of the greatest prodigies EAW will ever know! Already on these fields I remain unchallenged and unchecked! Though I am aware that thus far only one challenge has presented itself! A second lies right in front of me! One that is desperate to regain his flow of momentum! Something I have a load of! But will I give it to him?”

The shouted; “No Sir!” in unison.

“Of course! Momentum is something you savor and build on your own! Never take a shot to strike the enemy down for granted! Nor should you expect your opponent to do the same! Because either can lead to the very end of your namesake on the battlefield! A minor screwup is one thing, yet falling right into your opponent's fingers is another! He may try to take your life, but be sure to take his too! He may fire your musket but be sure to run him through! So never wait for his next attack, take a stand because once you're on that field there is no turning back! Otherwise what is to point to me being given the grand title or Elitist? Titles are meant something here. They aren't simply given! If one is named the rising star of the week; it most likely means they did something of value to these fields and must be recognized! We are not simply numbers men, we are free men! I may be some guy dressed up like Commander James Wolfe ready and standing on the plains of Abraham much as how I see this Lucas Richards as Montcalm! Yet the difference is, this rendition of James Wolfe will never see a bullet through his chest! In fact although this battle may be small in comparison to other battles in the same night, it shall be a battle in which will determine my own fate here in EAW! Whether my success from across the independents will transcend into EAW, or if it will simply fade away into obscurity! Yes, the so-called New Breeds need a new face! One who can guide them to limits somewhere far beyond they have ever been! I have no doubt that EAW is starting it's prime, but I have a feeling it be all downhill just yet! Schmidt's only getting started if you ask me! The battle lines have been drawn! And now, I may strike! Now then, Gentlemen. Let us proceed with this salute. Towards the river! Make sure your muskets are armed with the duds!”

The redcoats all turn towards the St. Lawrence River on the edge of the cliff. They keep their aim to the distance to avoid any distraction from the Québécois civilians.

“Position!”

The move their muskets from their sides to a firing position pointing up towards the sky on an angle.

“Aim!”

The mean each get down to a single knee.

“Fire!”

The men each fire the muskets, the sound of a gun is made but none make contact with anything.

Kelly meanwhile lowered his hat and looked back down to the camera.

“Oh, hey there. Didn't notice you, eh. Just thought I'd do something special with this costume before Halloween. So I found a group of people from Quebec who really enjoyed our equivalent to Civil War Re-enactments. Seven years war Re-enactments! Yep, you heard it right, people actually like Re-enacting more wars than the American Civil War! I know, I was surprised too. But hey, they're still nice people, no one said schmidt against that! Though as you can see, I’m a bit too dedicated to my opponent! Guess it's true what they say though. That we all go through our own battles in life and that is what we do that makes those days count! For example, when it was said that I would be wearing a Redcoat into battle within the next few days, you probably thought of either Eh; Star Trek expendables, or B: Assassin's Creed. Once again, I have proven this whole thing wrong with special thanks to history! Something I really pride myself upon honestly. It was one of my favorite book characters that said If we do not learn our history, we are bound to repeat it. But enough of that nonsense. Let's get down to the task at hand shall we? Because it appears as though the Zodiac Killer can't seem to find the balls to say what he wants. Which is a shame. I like it when someone isn't afraid to speak their mind! But that’s not going to stop me from forging myself into the fires of EAW’s grand scale! I can guarantee you, that by this time next year when we get ready for the Eleventh road to redemption. We will all know what kind of man I am and how I plan to change what EAW sees in us all! But that's a year from now. My goal for the now is to pave the way for myself and nobody else! Sure. I may have come from an influx of talent that which bursted onto the scene so quickly! Yet to say that I will be Overshadowed would be perhaps the biggest overstatement you’ll ever make! Because Lucas, if you ask me. You're losing your edge! Don't worry, it happened to me a while ago too! You should've seen the look on Laura's face when she and I talked for hours on whether or not it was time for me to hang up the boots. Sure, I was twenty four but I thought I peaked too soon. Last week, I proved to myself that I was wrong! So as of now, Kelly Hackenschmidt is charging in full steam ahead! There's not a doubt in my mind that I am still as good as I say I am! Not a doubt in my eyes that I can and will not only beat The Wrestling Machine in a regular, traditional rules match. But I’m also sure that I can beat you in your own game! Submission Wrestling! You see, I have been working on my submission wrestling as of late. Yet I have yet to truly seek out a way to see if my technical abilities have improved! My speed and kicks were tested last week. Yet now, I think it's time to take advantage of an opportunity to out wrestle the Wrestling Machine so to say and make a man submit! Some call it stubborn of me. But if I can make an all-American tap, I know that I can out wrestle anyone on this roster! So come Friday. I hope you're for the fight of your life, Mister Johnson. Because that's exactly what Mister Pure Wrestling is about to give you!”

Kelly places his military hat on and looks back over to the other redcoats.

“Alright lads, back to marching formation!”

He shouts as the camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 12:50 pm by Guest

Empire Promo #1

I am going to get you
Tonight you are mine
You think you are safe
Your guard is down
Your mind has erased your memory
The years have gone by
I am a faded nightmare of your childhood
I was real then
Your youth only saw the truth
You feared me
You took measures to avoid me
You let the angels protect you
Out of the corner of your eyes
You have always seen me
Lurking in the shadows
Waiting for the right time
The time to take your soul
You ignored the signs
You only remembered the stories of demons and goblins
You now think Satan is just a figure in costume
You hardened your heart against God
Tonight is the night
All Hallow's Eve
My moment of glory
The night I am king
I am waiting for you
Trick or treat
Coincidence is your costume
Dressed as a dead man
Soulless and tortured
I have to laugh
Your future foretold
You come to my house
You bring your kids
They feel me
Out of fear they warn you
Don't go in the house
They begin to cry
You laugh and assure them you will not die
The demons open the door
Your kids break free screaming as they run
You turn to grab them
But you feel someone grab you
You turn and see me standing there
Fear grips your soul
Now you remember me
Now you remember the day
Payment is due
Dead on arrival
The day you sold your soul
For I am the Devil
And I am going to get you

Poem by Dimitri Jagodinski

(Poem was used inspired for the Halloween edition of Empire, Mistress of Death lives on)

A victory is a victory, and last week on Empire, I had a well-earned victory over Cailin Dillon, just goes to show you that win over me in the Empress of Elite finals, was a fluke, just like when Aria Jaxon defeated me, they were all flukes. I was going to show Cailin who is the bitch that will throw you in a ditch, until that pompous, German bitch, who thinks she is queen shit just because she lucked her way into a Vixens Cup, and got a free title shot at the Vixens Champion whenever she wants, like you are really good enough to beat Heart Break Gal, you are useless, you are a hoe, you are a waste of skin. You aren’t even good enough to beat Erica Ford. You disgust me Sheridan Muller; it is because you are everything that I hate in a person. You don’t care about EAW; you don’t care about anyone but yourself. You don’t care about working hard, all you want to do is run your mouth off, and attack people from behind, and trust me Sher, when I get the chance that I deserve, I will be more than happy than to take that championship off your waist and bring some relevancy back to that title, a title that hasn’t had relevancy since I last held it. (Madison laughs) But anyway, enough about that German talker, it is time that I talk some business. This Thursday is Empire, and all the Vixens have to dress up for Halloween, and I have quite the costume lined up for Thursday. You will just have to wait and see; maybe I will be a banana, perhaps a devil? You will just have to find out. But I also have a match, and it is a six Vixen tag match that will feature the twins Cameron Ella Ava, and Cameron’s twin, what is her name again? Oh that’s right nobody even remembers because she rides the coattails of her sister, and their partner is Nicole Fyre, they will go up against the team of Madison Kaline, the leader of The Sanatorium, that former Vixens Champion, and the future Hall of Famer! And the team that I will lead to victory are BB Vita and Erica Ford, gee thanks for the great team Cleo! It is basically 3-1, because I expect I will get little to no help from my so called team of useless human beings. Let’s get one thing perfectly clear team, I am the leader, I am calling the shots here, just stay out of my way, and I will lead us to victory. You see I got a score to settle here with Consuela, she is over here thinking she is the best Vixen to ever step foot in a wrestling ring because she defeated me, bitch please you just like Cailin Dillon got lucky, you are nothing more than bird shit on the windshield of my car, you are meaningless, your life is meaningless, you will forever be known as Cameron’s twin sister who isn’t good enough, and as for Cameron, you are way past your prime, I have defeated you too many times to count at this point, so please just stop talking, you are just making a fool out of yourself, in fact you and your sister should dress up like Kim Kardashian, and Kourtney Kardashian, because let’s face it you are just like Kim Kardashian, Cameron, you have overstayed your welcome on Television just like she has, and you are both clueless about it. And Consuela is just like Kourtney, only famous because of her sister (Madison laughs). And as far as Nicole Fyre is concerned, I didn’t even know who she was until I found out about this match. Just goes to show you how much of an impact she has made. Probably another born loser, so I guess teaming up with the Twin Losers is a perfect pairing. I look forward to Empire this Thursday, because not only is it Halloween time, but I look forward to beating the Ava twins and leading my team to victory once again, I seem to lead my team to victory quite often huh? (Madison laughs) See you Thursday, you bunch of bitches!

Re: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 6:20 am by Guest

Empire 02

'' If Cleopatra used me as nothing more than a toy, used me to compare and contrast the difference scopes of talent within her division, then I wouldn't be here. That's what agitates and discomposes me about Stephanie Matsuda. She asserts the fact that she knows better than the rest of us of Cleo's plans, that she can recognise how she is being treated like a guinea pig, someone for Cleo to throw into any match and laugh when the Sanatorium come up short once again. That's where the colours on the spectrum distinguish between myself and her, with complaints and unhappiness, she offers up no solution, she doesn't assert herself, she offers no validity, or plans on how she's going to conquer Cleopatra and prove to her that she's better than being a puppet on strings. I fail to comprehend how you can claim you're more intelligent than this division, and are one of the best wrestlers on the brand, yet you've achieved nothing since your Specialists Championship reign, I'd go as far as saying your career is like a mountain, it peaked back in May and you're on a fast decline. You're never going to prove to the world, our beloved general manager herself that you're worth more than last resort matches and tag team tests if you lose the majority of matches you compete in and you have as much momentum as a car without German manufacturing. Furthermore, I fail to see where everybody has assumed the idea that this match is simply to test if Cailin and myself can work well together. Whilst I dislike tag team matches, and quite honestly think they're a waste of time outside of the tag team division itself, I'm fairly confident that myself and Cailin can work with harmony and chemistry, she said it herself and quite frankly I cannot say it better. We have the same goals in this company, we're the only two Vixens that do. Whilst the OG Vixens and Cailin's comrades prioritise drama, and the likes of The Sanatorium love violence, Cailin and I just want to wrestle, we just want to do our jobs between the ropes and perform good matches, because we are good, driven, determined athletes. That is why our matches against each other are special. That's why despite the fact she's the Empress Of Elite, her favourite match within that tournament was against me. Her most gruelling match in that tournament was against me. When she and I are in the ring together, it's not just some last resort match that Cleopatra has created, she knows that we can perform well together, she is aware that we'll be able to work well together because we're professional wrestlers. We're not here for the money or the fame, neither are we here for the sports entertainment, we're just here to prove we are some of the most talented wrestlers in the world, and you can call me hypocritical or ignorant, you can scream from the top of your lungs that German Efficiency is a hoodwink, a hoax, nothing more than words from my mouth, nevertheless you cannot claim that I am not the most efficient woman in the world, and you cannot state that I am not the most talented wrestler within this promotion. You don't have beef with me, that's nice, unfortunately I cannot say the same. You fall into the same category that the likes of Tarah and Madison do. Whilst you've done nothing directly to me, you just piss me off. You have a poisonous attitude, yet lack the ambition and skill to lack it up. You're over hyped and overrated, just like the two women I've listed above. Attest and profess whatever you wish, Stephanie, however you must have the audacity and the drive to back it up. It frustrates me ever so much how you're more than happy to waste out the rest of your career in some useless, facade of a family. Ambition and motivation is what makes me superior to you, it is what makes German Efficiency superior to you. I would be sick to my stomach if I had led the career that you have, having to rely on others, be it in Formation of The Sanatorium. I cannot tolerate Tarah in the slightest, and the Sirens in terms of approach and ideology's are no better than Formation, yet it's a sight seeing them practically build the same team just without you in it. Does it not piss you off they practically replaced you, I know you're going to say that you destroyed Formation on your own instinct, but come on Stephanie, does the fact that they are the same concept, just without you not ignite a fire within you just a little, not even a little drop. If I were in your boots, which I wouldn't because I'd never team with people who would hold me down, and I'm independent and my wrestling ability and prowess backs that up, but if I were in your situation I'd be really, really fucked off. You shouldn't worry about Cleopatra's opinions of you, neither should you concern yourself with the likes of Alexis who evidently cannot even support her own two feet never mind a partner in a wrestling match. You should concern yourself with your career, yes you're a former champion, but it's been five or so months since then, and you've achieved absolutely nothing. I'm not the queen of the world, I'm no empress, I can't even claim I have an opportunity to become a champion at any time now, but this championship really doesn't mean as much to me as it does to the rest of the division. People see this championship to assure themselves they're the best of the best, that they can go toe to toe, nose to nose with anybody and come out on top. From a wrestling perspective, I suppose to an extent I can nod my head and agree with some of the things I have just said, but I believe I use this championship, put into action this belt into a movement far more valuable than that. I know I'm the best, I've said it from the day I put pen to paper on a deal with this company, I don't need a belt to justify that I am the best performer in this company, I've been that since December of last year, this piece of gold, though, this Vixens World Championship, this brings validity to German Efficiency, the superior lifestyle. It doesn't prove that Sheridan is the best female athlete in the world, I do that when I place myself between the wrestling ropes. However, it validates that German Efficiency is the superior lifestyle. You know how many people who now wish to be in my boots, who would fight for the death to even touch their fingertips against this championship, do you know how many of them laughed in my face, spit on my boots, told me there's plenty of other bitches like me who can do a job, they told me German Efficiency, it's just a catchphrase, it's just a saying, it doesn't exist, and now here we are, October. Ten months it took me to become champion, it only took me three to become the inaugural Vixens Cup winner. I didn't win this championship for me, I won this championship for German Efficiency. My work truly begins whilst I hold this, the sports entertainment methodology that is practised within this company will soon be gone, people will gain championship matches through pure, efficient wrestling. Backstage politics, won't be a thing. As long as there is something to perfect within this division, as long as somebody cannot compete with German Efficiency, or refuse to submit, then this belt will be saying with me. I'm not going to pretentiously state that I deserve to be a champion, I can justify that when I'm in the ring, but my championship win further proves German Efficiency exists, and I will continue to do so until this division has reached the German Efficiency era. You articulate the fact that you're a different species from the one I faced in my second match with this company. You contend the fact you're a savage now, yet you real to open your eyes to the fact both your opponents in this match are changed women too. You surround yourself with people that will be your downfall, Stephanie. You can speak to me like a child, try to intimidate me with your words and paint the story like Cailin would even consider forfeiting this match up for the chance to sneak attack me. We're more professional than that, we both know that no matter what is said within these videos, that the results come in the wrestling ring, and I'm sorry to deliver this to you, 'sweets', but that is where German Efficiency is justified, and that is where the championship reign of Sheridan Müller will continue to materialise. You may be the epitome of savagery, but Cailin and I are something much more fearsome. Wrestlers, we're the best wrestlers on Empire, better than the OG Vixens, better than Aria and Tarah, and better than Stephanie Matsuda. I don't say this with arrogance, as you'll notice my voice is calm, I say this because I train my ass of everyday, I am a revolutionary socialist, a woman who does not stop, with a lifestyle that will continue to rise. I don't doubt yours and Alexis' abilities, I'm just sound with the knowledge that Cailin and I are superior to you, and on Empire, no matter what costumes we wear, or who is facing me for my championship, that will be proved, and German Efficiency will yet again be justified. ''

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