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Ah delusions galore boo. I mean clearly the hair dye has seeped through your brain. You’re wrong. You’re wrong for calling me a wannabe, and boo you’re most definitely wrong for thinking you would hold the vixens title. It’s quite flattering when ya call me a wannabe vixen. I mean my contract says I’m a vixen, or are you just as illiterate as you are dumb? You continuously compare me, it’s flattering really. It only makes me look like the better woman because for one, I don’t need to stoop down to calling you a wannabe this or that to try to look smart and try to make it seem like I can crack jokes. The only jokes you can crack is your face. You’re the joke the walking joke. Yet you have the audacity, to call me the wannabe when your WHOLE career provides the evidence that the only wannabe between us ma, is you. However, I unlike you aren’t gonna sit and cute and try to reflect on a poor ass career. No. I have better things to do, like focusing on beating you. I am not a siren, have you ever even heard me talk about them? Because you seem to do that a lot. It’s funny, it seems like the only one bragging and mentioning the sirens is you. So is there something you’re trying to tell us Stephanie? If jealous where a person, it would be you. Jealous of people who succeed, because you didn’t get the chance to latch on and ride their coattails to the top. Jealous of the women making our division as prestige as it is, and jealous of the women who are helping us ladies rise to the top. They don’t hold us back, they lift us up by giving us something to outdo, and that’s what I’m going to do. Ya see instead of sitting back and comparing and crying and whining about not being a face of this division, I’m going to earn it and I’m going to make my own path. You oughta try it sometime, if you did maybe you wouldn’t be talking about getting that vixens title, maybe if you tried it you would actually be the one holding it. I’m not you Stephanie and I can’t change your mind, it is what it is, but if you think that you comparing me to anyone or calling me a bootleg this and a carbon copy of that is going to defeat me or make me feel threatened then you don’t know shit about me at all.

Just like you to take credit for someone’s success and hard work. Pathetic. Your words say it all. Even if you did teach Aria anything, guess what? The student surpassed the teacher and she did with flying colors. I said it before and I’ll say it again, this is between me and you, so why do you feel the need to bring them up? You said something, I clocked you , I made you feel like the idiot that you are and you’re hurt with the truth. You can’t accept it, so of course you’ll talk about it. AGAIN. Robo-Cloud in full effect. Eh foundation? Ma I think you’re in too deep with this Kanye ego-fest ya got goin. Foundation of this division? Someone needs to give you an audition for America’s got talent, cause that was a serious joke! I’d vote for you, maybe you’ll have more success in that than you have here. Let us call a spade a spade, you didn’t bring out shit in me ma. If any women did it was Aria Jaxon. I bet when you hear her name you just cringe huh? Look at you stay taking credit for people who surpassed you and did their job better than you could. There’s gotta be an olympics for that! Ooh you created madness in Azumi. A woman who has zero impact in this division. Are you proud of that? I sure as hell wouldn’t be. Haruna? I can’t seem to escape her but kudos for her finally getting a title shot only to lose and then spend another four years crying about it, I mean congrats for you literally helping ya girl out and making her prepare for an asswhoopin’. You so loyal aren’t you? Should I bake you a cake? Want a round of applause?

The saddest thing is to see someone never be able to take responsibility for their very own actions. You love blaming people for your shortcomings! You must have been blind, letting your relationships go to personal. Don’t you know that in this business you can only count the friends you’ll have on one hand. That’s it. You can never be too buddy buddy, and that’s where you fucked up. My personal life doesn’t come before my business. Obviously you need to look at yourself in the mirror and be woman enough to admit that YOU fucked up. Everything you’re going through, you bought it on yourself. No one else did. Accept it and move on. Once again you bring up The Sirens. Like I said, my personal life has nothing to do with this, neither do they. This is beef between me and you ma. When you realize it? Does it take my fist being jammed down your throat for you to wake up! You need to stop focusing on my friends and people in my life because they aren’t the one who’s going to be beating you in the ring. It’s me. Ya girl is on her way to setting her own path and becoming something in this division. I’m doing it all on my own. No one , including you can take that from me. Listen when you’re done ranting about Aria, Tarah and Cailin, maybe you can talk to me again. Boo you’re tiring ma. Same old shit that comes from your mouth, week after week. Shameful. I don’t understand boo, aside from out of the ring, and a few matches, I haven’t crossed paths with them. I am not a member of The Sirens, why you keep assuming or suggesting that is beyond me. I just so happen to be cool with them. You keep trying to convince me to be me, when I am me. I am no one's lapdog, if anyone is it’ you. YOU joined a stable, not me. I am flying solo and loving every minute of it. You sound a lot like your leader, but see the difference is, I unlike you am not giving in to your little fake deep prophets. Stop leaching off of what works for other people and do your own thang ma, but I get it, it’s hard for you. You just don't know how to be solo, and have your own team like me. Baby I got me, and that’s all I need. I’m not a lost child looking for approval, I am a woman, and I can take care of me. Can you say the same?

Aww you don’t wanna be a vixen. Pulling a Haruna I see. We are a brand, we are a class of women, I am proud to call myself a Vixen. You’re just bitter. If you were a face of this division, I’m sure the word Vixen wouldn’t give you fake war flashbacks. Calm down little one, and cut the extraness. It’s not cute. The ladies before this show happened have proved more than enough times that they can go toe to toe with the men. They know this, yet they are still proud to call themselves a Vixen. No one told you, no one said that you COULDN'T go head to head with the boys. You’re just assuming that and saying that because you’re trying so desperately to stand out. I see the truth boo. I am not blind. You can pretend that you “take responsibility” but judging by ya actions and the words that had previously came out of that raggedy mouth of yours, you don’t. Deep down inside, you’re only saying that to try to shut me up. It won’t work. Everyone sees through you, you’re glass ma. Plain, lightweight glass. You can tell me all you want how you believe you’re going to beat me, shit I can do the same. However I don’t need to just talk, I’m about fighting. We can do this anytime and anyplace, any day. Since you know I’m from the Bronx, then boo you know I got them hands, and I scared to break em out. Sip ya coffee all ya want, while I’ll be sippin’ my tea right after they raise my hand in victory.

You seem so high and mighty for someone who isn’t shit. “What real women’s wrestling is like” baby girl look around you. Real women’s wrestling is all around. Let’s not play anti-this and that to try to make yourself feel important and to be ‘cool” to the fans. Cut the act. You are literally cracking me up as much as I’m going to crack your jaw Thursday. You don't have to remind me. I knew I got to you, and as you read this, I know I’ve gotten to you once again. Ya blood is hot, and boiling, ya probably gonna try to outdo me and get into and under my skin, when you need to learn, you will never be able to do that. You’ll never have me shook. You however, you’re walking around like California, one word and you’ll be shaking, tumbling down and being brought back down to reality. Was that supposed to be some funny witty comeback with the alphabets? You’re so corny ma. Please stop you’re bursting my guts, which is ironic considering I’ll be doing the same thing to YOU with my fresh ass J’s soon enough. “Take this L” look at you taking words from my vocab, yet I’M the carbon copy. You’re such a hypocrite boo boo. Honey, that statement made less sense than your entire career. Please let it go and stop trying to be slick, that’s my territory, stay in your bitter old lane. I really look forward to months from now when Reina realizes that you’re nothing but a bum who tries to eat her way to the top for some fans and see how you’re going to turn your next failures into her fault. We know it’s a matter of time.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 10th 2016, 9:36 pm by Guest

Empire Promo #1

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
Will you prevail.
Or will you sit in silence.
Suffering.

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

(Madison Kaline is seen smiling backstage, she appears to be in a great mood, after he actions on Empire)

What you saw on Empire, was me destroying the very essence of Sophia Rose, this little spoiled brat who keeps deciding to get in my business because she is simply jealous of me. You see what you saw on Empire last week, was not only The Sanatorium, showing our dominance, but Madison Kaline not taking any more shit here in EAW. I have had it up to here with the likes of Sophia Rose sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, I have had enough of Sophia Rose thinking she is better than me, so I knocked some sense into here stupid head by smashing a steel chair over it. (Madison laughs) And now this week on Empire I get to face none other than Cameron Ella Ava’s adorable less talented twin sister Consuela Rose Ava! Now we have faced each other before in fact it was a couple of weeks ago during the Empress of Elite tournament, we both threw some harsh words at each other, you know the typical things that us Vixens like to do before a match to really hype that shit up! But don’t get me wrong Consuela, I meant everything I said, when I said it to you, I know you were taking cheap shots, and you were reaching, but I regret nothing I said about you. I stand behind the fact that your parents wished they only had Cameron, and you will always be stuck in Cameron’s shadow, no matter what you do, you could find the cure for cancer and on your Wikipedia page it will say “Consuela Rose Ava, a professional wrestler, who found the cure for cancer, but better known as the sister of the EAW Legend and multiple time Vixens Champion, former Interwire and Hall of Fame Champion” You see Consuela you can never accomplish what Cameron has done, and it just eats you alive, you look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t see yourself, no, no, no you see Cameron, let’s face it, you are stuck with Cameron in your life, you can’t get her out of your head because you look exactly like her. (Madison laughs) oh man that has to suck. The person you envy the most, and you just cannot get away from them. Why did you even come to EAW, Consuela? Was it for attention, was it to show people that you are as good as your sister, or was it for your own ego, to prove to yourself that Cameron isn’t the only one who can wrestle. You are pathetic Consuela, you whole life has been pathetic, you are depressed I can tell, I have been there, but you have been depressed your whole life haven’t you? It is because your whole life people have been comparing you to your sister. In school, Cameron would get straight A’s and you would get B’s and C’s because let’s face it, in this world, and in this company you are nothing more than an B+ Player, whereas Cameron is an A+. It didn’t stop at school though; I bet Cameron dated all the hot guys, while you spent your night watching Boy Meets World, wishing you could have a boyfriend like your twin sister. In sports, Cameron was the better player; your parents would praise her more than you. You are just an afterthought Consuela, in fact nobody even knew you existed until recently, you have gone your whole life as a complete nobody and guess what, you are still a complete nobody and on top of that you are a loser, and never will be. I kicked your ass during the Empress of Elite tournament, and now, I’m going to kick your ass on Empire, my show, don’t be mistaken Consuela and everybody else who wants to discount me because I have had a bad couple of weeks. This is still my division, I am the reason EAW made a show entirely for Vixens, me it is because of me, I am the reason they have tournaments that you spoiled little bitches can build your name off of and create a legacy. You’re Welcome, I have paved the way for Vixens such as that bitch Sophia Rose, but what thanks do I get? I get nothing, I get disrespected on a weekly basis but that’s okay, I don’t need any of your approvals so when I don’t make your little internet lists of the best Vixens, or your favorite wrestler currently and things of that nature, it doesn’t bother me, because I don’t need your approval to know how good I am. I only need the love and support of my Sanatorium Family and that is all.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 10th 2016, 6:59 pm by Guest

House Of Glass 01

Sheridan Müller is a woman of research. After being attacked by Kendra Shamez, well, mostly be the championship itself, shadowed by finding out she would be competing within a 'Glass Ropes' match, Sheridan knew research, looking at statistics and past events, would play a part in how prepared she would be for this match. Whilst she did not necessarily like the idea of competing in gimmick matches, she knew it would prove useful for when she takes over the division, and leads Empire into the German Efficiency Era. She could justify why glass ropes matches were clumsy, and not useful, and overall a weight holding the division down opposing lifting it up and making it exciting. She would win due to her superior athleticism, additionally her in the ring prowess would help, however it would be inept and amateurish to head into battle lacking knowledge about what she was heading into, such would be unacceptable. So once she had left the arena Empire was hosted in, knowing she would not be appearing on the show next week, she knew it would be worth her time conducting all the research she could. It wouldn't prove crucial once she won the Specialists Championship, nonetheless history could never really be wrong. It had been excruciating investigating the history of House Of Glass, she didn't watch all the matches, wouldn't that be a waste of time. Yet an agonising amount of time was spent, not on training, not on promoting her upcoming book, which sales would only rocket once she won a championship, but watching other people wrestle, reading into how others felt, others opinions on how benefiting this sports entertainment, gimmick bursting event really was. She scowled, no, she glared. Whilst some research was orchestrated to find cures for diseases, or to see how a new brand of car would perform, Sheridan's research into House Of Glass had been in vain, ineffective, I dare almost say inefficient. Whilst google, and the internet as a whole had proved to be unprofitable, she knew organising and being the mastermind behind her own research would prove to be a very valuable consumption of time. This brings us to the present day. The tenacious, pertinacious, personification of German Efficiency was based within a warehouse, situated in a dusty, dark, damp room which hadn't been cared to for seemingly years. It had taken the German born hours of phone calls to find this place. Despite working in such harsh conditions, the blonde still managed to look her best. Blonde hair tied into an active, if not smart ponytail. Blue eyes accentuated with eyeliner, lips a blood red. Usually the professional wrestler either dressed as if she were going to a fancy party, or as if she were going to stay in bed all day, considering what to watch on Netflix and eating ice cream. It would seem a combination of both enhanced the Tigress today. She wore an Efficiency Answers Wrestling hoodie, with some Adidas sweatpants and Zx Flux trainers. It would appear whilst she wished to look her best, she also wished to get down to business, in an efficient, driven manner. Located in a wrestling ring, the ropes decorated with glass shards, Sheridan was here to work, to study the ropes. She even had measuring tape and a coffee with her, as well as a pencil, and a notepad. It had been a good session so far, carefully measuring the distance and span betwixt each shard, noting down the angles which the shards faced. Of course, she wouldn't be able to recollect each and every note once she was within the ring with Kendra Shamez and Tarah Nova, but one fact, one advantage over the pair, one she suspected was in Hollywood doing anything but training and the other probably performing some sort of other physical exercise, would prove crucial if she were to win. If she could even recall one note, as she bounced towards the ropes, she could twist and perplex herself perfectly to alter how much damage she took from a shard, it could be the difference between a cut and a bruise, between losing little blood and spraying all over the mat. Or so she thought. Once again such research had proved to be a waste of time, and unnecessary, however this time she did not come to such a conclusion.

???: '' You're aware that's not the ring they're going to be using at House Of Glass, right? ''

Sheridan: '' Excuse me? '' An eye roll which she made little effort to hide followed. Devan Dubian, whilst not necessarily a stalker, a man who she wished not to see right now, especially as she couldn't be disturbed, she couldn't waste time, and would much rather be taking notes than speaking to the Dynasty drafted man.

Devan: '' They wouldn't use an old ring for an FPV, Sher, I'm sure they're making a new one as we speak, probably being directed by Kendra Shamez. ''

Sheridan sighed, she had been told by multiple Efficiency, or not so efficient, Answers Wrestling employees this was the specific ring which would be used in their match.

Sheridan: '' Great. You Americans are so useless. ''

Devan: '' I'm English. ''

Sheridan: '' Oh. ''

Devan: '' Aren't you going to ask why I'm here? ''

Sheridan: '' No. ''

Devan: '' Oh. ''

Sheridan, having already wasted a couple of days on research which was not reliable or valid, rolled out of the dusty, old ring, decorating her hoodie with dust in the process. She wouldn't call herself socially awkward, yet she wouldn't call herself the life of the party either, something she was certain Devan thought he was. What gave him the right to crash her research and ruin it for her. She exchanged an awkward, long, tension suffused glare with the Englishman, before sauntering out of the dark room and out of his sight with a smirk curving upon her plump lips.

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'' You know what, I'm a little confused right now. House Of Glass, the whole concept alone is foreign to me, but I cannot envisage how a glass ropes match has any positive repercussions on the wrestling industry today. I can't get myself into the same picture that Kendra Shamez and Tarah Nova are in. I'm on the outside looking in on this one, and it really myths me. You have Kendra claiming she's the best at everything because of her tenure in this company, she's boasting at how she's seen it all, how she has the experience and the knowledge about this division over me and Tarah, yet when given the chance to justify and bring validity to such, she picks a glass ropes match, a match where glass shards are pierced through the wrestling ring ropes. Now, excuse me here, maybe I am missing something, but how on earth does that improve the wrestling that occurs in the ring. Who came up with such a dumb concept. Sure, blood, gore, oh spooky, I can comprehend how from an entertainment standpoint it's good, but unless Kendra has been convinced by one of her movie friends that the theatrics and drama within the ring will improve her chances, I cannot even begin to consider what was going through her blonde head when she mustered up this stipulation. She's not an idiot, or at least I thought she wasn't, she had the strategy to attack me for her return, she had a fairly well laid out plan. Yet out of every match type that she could spout from her lips, she picks one which is going to make our match boring, and filled with caution. I'll freely admit, this is a whole new world for me, I'm not going to be fearless and ruthless when approaching the ropes, I will be somewhat cautious. It won't click like fingers, and I may be not as efficient as I usually am. I just really don't get it. Another thing I cannot wrap my seemingly clouded brain around, is how Kendra can have the nerve to lie to you all. She's a champion, yet she lies, and berates, she is poison. Despite being in the same division, we have written down within our minds a different listing of events. She claims she walked into this division with open arms, willing to help any Vixen and turn them good. I can only shake my head, because whilst I am not a sentimental person, when somebody recalls events with such ignorance and delusion, I have to reply. Kendra attacked me on her return, she jumped the barricade, as a fan I might add, and ruined my attempted cash-in on the championship she now holds. Instead of being sent to jail for assault, she was hired, and I had to Sherplex her pretty little shoulders against the mat at Pain For Pride, I couldn't contain myself when I watched the footage back, her neck ricocheting off of her shoulders, groaning as I pinned her for the three count. She wishes to recline and maintain such a detracted, misrepresentation of such events, I'm not sure if she's been back in Hollywood sniffing hard drugs, or she's received too many kicks to the face, but it's a miracle that this woman can bring such vilification over the division, and she hasn't been corrected up to this point. She wishes to discuss at how dirty and pathetic the division is now, however she's the one that attacked me on Empire last week, she's the one that has to resort to forming gangs and attacking those without reason. It's fine, though, it really is. Whilst I am sure her, Cameron, and Heart Break Gal have a plan for the matches they're in, whilst I can only predict interference and all, they cannot predict just how efficiently I am going to wrestle. The OG Vixens, they're a joke. They honestly believe due to their age they have the last say and the right to attempt to run Empire when Cleopatra sits back and does absolutely nothing. My facial expression would change not if someone were to tell me Cleopatra directed this entire thing. Age doesn't bring intelligence, unfortunately for Kendra, and I'll prove such when we meet at House Of Glass. She swears that I am like every other Vixen, yet here I am, not in a gang, I don't have women interfering in my matches, either on my behalf or at all. I don't cry for help, I don't rely on backstage politics, I get by on wrestling ability alone, everything I do, I do for myself, not because somebody told me to backstage, and not to impress people who I know for a fact would stab me in the back if it meant they could win a title, or be paid money. I don't call myself a Tigress to separate myself, I call myself a Tigress because from a young age I have known to look out for number one, me. I hunt alone, I wrestle alone, and I will always do such. I'm a solitary woman, and all you other self-obsessed Vixens who need a gang to get by, well, that says a lot more about you than it does me. OG Vixens, The Sirens, Haruna and Azumi, Cloud and Reina, then there's me, all by myself, not needing help. I didn't ask Tarah and Aria to come to my aid, they did such on their own conscience. i elevate everybody I am in the ring with. I am slowly pushing Sports Entertainment out of the picture, sure, I may need to rely on it when I either cash in on you or your best friend forever Heart Break Gal, but here's the thing Kendra, here's the thing that keeps you up at night, no matter how many friends you have, no matter who you know backstage, you know my Vixens Cup cash in will be a success. You know it will be done with so much efficiency. You're scared of me, I can take away your credibility whenever I wish. Luckily for you, I think? I don't need a Vixens Cup to beat you. I don't need to use the art of surprise to kick your ass. I've done it once before, and I can do it again. Sure, the playing field is different, and yes, the odds are against me, but I have German Efficiency, I have the intelligence, the beauty and the talent to back it up. I am the most efficient woman in the world, and whilst the OG Vixens die out, turn against each other for the sake of a title, or cash, German Efficiency will continue to rise. I am determined, driven, and passionate about wrestling, when I have the power and the voice, I will make Empire the most efficient show in the world. Right now, sure Kendra I'll admit, you have the numbers game on your side, and I'll never say you're a bad wrestler for I'd be lying, but I am better than you. I'm better than every other Vixen in this division at the one thing that matters, wrestling, and I have no problem sliding into a ring, slicing my skin on glass shards and fighting with blood from my veins to sweat from my pores to justify such, and continue to prove that German Efficiency is the future of the Vixens division. ''

'' Oh Tarah, I get the impression you were just dying to speak with me. So many mistakes in your speech, so many errors. I can't say I blame you, after our last bout, which has a similarity to mine and Kendra's considering I pinned you also, I too would be dying to try get the first word, desperate for revenge and all, that's if I lost, which I didn't. I'm not wondering at all why you saved me. I didn't ask you, therefore I don't care, all that matters is that you wrestle well, I don't need to hear a story on how you were dying to save the best wrestler in the division, neither do I stay up at night, praying for you, thankful that you did. I do ponder why you have the cheek to call it your division, how you have the nerve to claim that I am a wrestler for you, and I work my ass off for you. For you to claim it is your division, you have to either be a champion, or one of the best wrestlers in the division. That's how I see it, and I also see that you don't fit either of those descriptions. You're not a champion like Kendra and the Heart Break Gal, and neither are you one of the best. Cailin is, though, so is Aria, I've gone to war and back with them, and when I faced you I barely got that same smell, that same aura. When being in the ring with your Siren buddies, I honestly thought that these women have the potential to be as efficient as I, to be great wrestlers. I didn't get them impression with you. You took a trash lid to the head, not my problem. You aren't expecting a thank you, good because you're not getting one. But I have to pick apart such delusional, illogical claims that you honestly think this is your division, well it isn't. See unlike you Tarah, I'm happy to admit the facts. Kendra is a champion, and she beat you fair and square for the Specialists Championship. She has rights to claim it is her division, or the OG vixens division, or whatever, she can to an extent justify such, even if the ways she goes about such are odd to say the least. It's not even my division, yet, but the difference between you and I Tarah, the key thing that splits us apart, and makes us individuals, is that when I state this division will fall under German Efficiency, and that wrestling will be restored to this sports entertainment landscape, is that I am not bullshitting. We're both leaders, but I lead something that isn't made up, that isn't a dream. I live in the reality world, whilst yours is utter fantasy. I didn't need my ass saved by the lesbian sisters, as a matter of fact, if you had stayed away for another minute I have no doubt I would have been able to best Kendra and Cameron, I've done it before, why not do it again. You're expressing that I'll be stepping into the ring with the leader of the Vixens division and a wannabe queen, but I must ask which is which. I am the odd man out here, I'm on the outside looking in, but I see that as an advantage. The OG Vixens and The Sirens are going to war, the arena fills with tension when one member of each side is within a yard of each other. I don't see that as a dis-advantage, I see that as an opportunity. Nobody will be focusing on me! The shadow, the outcast, she's just here because she won a match, there's no heat on Sheridan, right? Wrong. No matter how many times anybody claims I don't belong, I'm a rookie, I'm an outcast, I prove them wrong. I'm not sentimental in the slightest, and I dislike referring to the history books but they are not wrong. Sheridan won't win the Vixens Cup, she's too blue collar! So green and new, she can't possibly defeat four more experienced women in the space of two nights. I did. Oh, poor Sheridan going up against Kendra Shamez! German Efficiency will melt in the bright lights of Pain For Pride! I won. You can't tear me out of your little story unfortunately, for the pair of you. I'm not a thorn in your side, I'm a bullet in your skull. I really fail to understand how you both don't see me as a threat, you're playing me off like I don't matter. Acknowledge this. I've pinned the pair of you, clean, without cheating. Sure, I know what your reaction is going to be, Aria's beat me, the Heart Break Gal has beat me. Sorry to inform you, but you're not Aria and the Heart Break Gal. Feel free to focus on one another, I don't encourage it but I won't stop you, all I will tell you all is this. Wrestling will topple drama and gimmicks at House Of Glass, I am the most efficient woman in the world, I don't need any other weapon than my body and my brain. Call this the OG Vixens against the Sirens. Hype it as the Tarah Nova battling Kendra Shamez, but I must stress, I really must, don't be surprised when German Efficiency once again prevails, don't gasp in shock when wrestling overthrows this freak show, and finally, do not scream foul play when Sheridan Müller dethrones the leader and the OG to become the new Specialists Champion, and continue the rise of German Efficiency within the Vixens Division. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! October 10th 2016, 1:17 pm by **Tarah Nova**

Wreak Havoc---House of Glass#1
“They call me a menace
They say that I'm cursed
But somethin' about me is makin' 'em jealous
So listen and learn
I herd 'em like cattle
Cause I'm surrounded by cowards
And I don't give a fuck when I walk into battle
And that's why I got all the power
I'm where you wanna be
Ain't no one ahead of me
All of my enemies made a decision
It's better to follow me
I make no apologies
All of my sins I would repeat and I repeat
Cause I'ma be me 'til the death of me, oh yeah

I can smell your fear
The only reason that I'm here
Is to wreak havoc”
-----
Here it is; a week till House of Glass. A week till I get my hands on Kendra Shamez. See, Last week Kendra thought it would be funny to try to knock me out before our tag team match that night. She was so scared of me that she went to that length to make sure I wasn't going to wrestle. But I did wrestle. I came out and I beat the holy hell out of her because I'm never going to back down from a fight. I mean of course I wouldn’t! I am the best brawler in this division for fuck sakes. I've fought everyone that stood in my way. What? You think a hit to the head was gonna keep me down and out? I mean maybe the OG Vixens wanted to see how pissed off I’d get If they tried to take me out of the equation but the thing is I am a variable that you cannot remove. You all need to understand that I will forever and always be that thorn in your side. I will be the itch that you can't reach to scratch. I know some of you already know that but it's nice to recap on where I stand in this division. Kendra, to be completely honest you are the main focus of this match for me . You always have been the main focus because like it or not you are the one that I need to beat. You're the Vixen thats believe she deserves the world because of what she has done for this division . You are the vixen that would go through anything even stabbing her own friends in the back to capture the gold. And you the Vixen who believe she has all the glory but really has nothing but a shallow ugly soul. You believe the division is Forever Yours but it doesn't have your name on it, does it? It doesn't have a statue of you or you're pitiful and pathetic OG Vixens. Your name isn't written up in the Stars like a beautiful prophecy, no. Kendra Shamez is nothing but a normal sad woman who claims she deserves everything in this world because of her beauty. It's funny for a woman like you to constantly underestimate her fellow vixens in this division. Mostly underestimating me which isn't a good thing at all. See it's been almost 4 years since arriving EAW and back then I would understand why you underestimated me. I was a new girl in the division just wanting a name for herself. I wasn't cool enough back then hang with the big girls like you, HBG and even Cameron. I wasn't someone to look up to or someone for these fans to actually like. I was just me. I was just the little outcast named Tarah Nova but that all changed, didn't it? It all changed because you left. Like I said the Cameron last week; you left and you abandon the division. You left the division only for it to got swallowed into an bisque. And knowing you, you probably sat back in your comfy chair at home with your feet up watching as the ones who decided to stay sank with it. But now, once I finally had division properly restore it to all its Glory; you decide to return and try to claim this division once again. So what do you do? First you take my title and yeah a part of me was a little salty over the fact that you come out of retirement and win it from me. Well that feeling didn’ last long once I found out who you truly were. Nothing but an old Vixen trying to make a name for herself once again because new Vixens we’re the faces of the division. You were disappearing from the minds of the EAW universe so that made you believe you should be back in the wrestling ring but you shouldn't be. You shouldn't be because you don't deserve to be after you left. Hell, you don’t even deserve that Specialist Championship that hangs from your shoulder. Understand this, I don't care how many times you have held The Vixens Championship or what you have done for this division; you do not deserve to come waltzing back in here after you deserted everyone and Kendra; at House of Glass I'm going to show you that coming back to EAW was the worst decision you have made in your life. Well one of the two worst decisions you made in this division--- the other worst decision you have made is starting a war with me. I mean let's get real you should have asked Honda or your best friend Cameron what a war feels like against me. Kendra this means I'm not going to stop fighting you till one of us dies and if that means I'm going to have to break one of those glass ropes and shove one to your neck then so be it. I am not someone you should be pushing around as you try to reclaim your throne. I'm not like the other girls in this division because I'm not afraid of you. I'm not going to grovel at your feet and bow to the broken crown that you wear on your head. Frankly, Kendra I know better not too. I know not to look at you like a queen but more like a fool instead. Yeah, You're the fool in this Empire because each time you speak to me or my Sirens, you make me laugh. You make me double forward and bust a gut because you believe you know us but you don't. You don't know anything about us but no matter. No matter because it's not about the OG Vixens vs. The Sirens this week, No. It's about me, Tarah Nova, VS you, Kendra Shamez VS Sheridan Muller and believe me when I say I'm going to be the one taking home the gold. I'm just going to be the first-ever two times that Specialist Champion and there's is not a damn thing you can do about it.

Either of you----isn't that right, Sheridan. Now before we start our little shitstorm against one another, I know you may be wondering why I saved your ass last week after all the harsh words we spoke to each other. Well it's because you are a vixen here in my division and even if I don't see eye-to-eye with you or the way you think about the division and some of the vixens in it, you are still here. Hell, I took a trash lid to the head for saving you. [Tarah laughed loudly for a moment]---But I'm not looking for a Thank you from you or anything. I just wanted to point out that even the most efficiency filled vixens will need there Ass save by a California Dream and an All American Nightmare. Anyway, Sheridan, how do you feel stepping into the ring with a wannabe queen and the leader of the Vixens Division? How does it feel being the odd man out knowing that may be your German efficiency won't be enough to save you from one of us. Yes, you may be a threat because of your skills in the ring but that won't matter when you come face-to-face with me again. Not with my championship is dangling only feet away from me. Sheridan, you don't understand how many times I have attempted to faith or how many times I have been placed in positions like this that challenged me and pushed me to the end. The answer is so many times, I've hardly kept count. You see Sher, even without a championship around my waist, I am still the master of this sport we call female wrestling. And by the and the other night, you and everyone else in this arena will understand that I mean business when I step in that ring. See, I'm the leader of this place and I will be the leader that will claim her Championship back from The Grubby hands of Kendra Shamez because I am a true survivor. I know you and Kendra preach that you both are but that is a lie, isn't it. At House of Glass it's the survival of the sickest and I'm going to show you both that I had the sickest Freak Show of them all. I mean that's what I have to become in order to prove you both wrong this week. I need to return to my roots and bring back the ruthless Vixen that has brought fear in the hearts of this division for years. I'm going to bring everything to the ring because I have a feeling that's what it's going to take to return that Championship to the rightful owner---which is me.

So ladies and Gentlemen: I am ready have shattered glass around my feet and blood on my hands. I am ready to defend everything that I have stood for for the last four fucking years to get my Championship back. Hmph, Kendra feels betrayed by me because I decided to Stand My Ground with my division inside of her and her OG Vixens.... Well I guess she'll get to feel a brand new level of the betrayal once I get my hands on her at the end of the week. All in all, this is a three-way War and as the leader of the vixens, I promise you all this is going to be the most gruesome war you have ever seen. Blood, guts and gore and you can believe that.

Introducing Nostalgia October 10th 2016, 12:41 pm by **HoffNostalgia**

(A camera turns on. The newly acquired Voltage talent, Nostalgia is sitting on a log in the middle of the woods. He is wearing a red and black jumpsuit. There is an emblem but the camera is too far to get a clear look. The camera zooms in to see a Velociraptor. Nostalgia stares into the fire for a few minutes. Then he turns and looks at the camera.)

Nostalgia- This is where it all started. Pine Barrens, New Jersey. This is where my passion for wrestling began. This is where my dreams to become the greatest wrestler the world has ever seen originated. And now on this night, I introduce the EAW to the next legend in the making, Nostalgia. The EAW roster will doubt me. The EAW fans will doubt me. The EAW executives will doubt me. But I can understand why the EAW Universe will be so skeptical. Plenty of competitors come out talking tough only to disappear when times get tough. Nothing in this ring was as tough as my adversities in life. No one in the EAW will be able to induce the pain I have endured through my training. I spent more time training than most do, but that is because I am in it for the long haul. I am still in my 20’s and will be still going in my 40’s. I spent the past two years dominating another federation. Winning every title the fed had to offer. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is my path to winning every title in the EAW. Sure, it may take some time because once I win a title, I tend not to lose it until I decide to go for a different one.

You see, to me, the “midcard” titles have just as must value. I can have the Answers World Title for awhile, then see another competitor I feel like taking the title from and do that. For over the years of training, I have realized there are three keys to success in wrestling above all else… adaptability, resiliency, and being me. I’m kidding….kind of. Lastly, instincts. I have trained my body to known when it needs to react when my mind is cloudy from the inevitable abuse of any given match. I have made it a habit of kicking out of my opponent’s finishers. My Muay Thai training has prepared to take any strike in stride, even with weapons. Combine that will my intensity, and you will get a tenacious onslaught the likes of which the EMF has seen. Also, it means Hardcore matches are right up my alley, and actually preferred.

The EAW will see Nostalgia is completely unique. I am much more than a Pizza Boy. Elite does not even begin to describe the heights of the peak of my skills. And here is the worst part EAW, I am still getting better, still evolving. By the time my career is finished, Nostalgia will be the record holder for any title he wants. This will probably upset a lot of people backstage tonight. But I am not here to make friends, I did Stand-Up Comedy, I have plenty of friends to make me laugh, and some will help me make the EAW Universe laugh. While I will prove to be the most intense competitor in the EAW, I don’t take life too seriously, I like to joke around and have fun. I am here to entertain as much as whoop ass. And soon all the doubts will be qualled and the EAW Universe will see I am truly gifted at both. Not to toot my own horn, look at me. I am a genetically gifted specimen. I have the strength and the speed. I have the brains and the brawn. I can be aggressive or play possum. All it takes is one moment to change the course of a match. Just as it only takes one moment to make an impact in the EAW.

Nostalgia’s arrival will have a ripple effect throughout the EAW. Champions will shudder. Vixens will take a double take. And the fans….they will love me and hate me, just like the competitors backstage. Spoiler Alert: I am a polarizing figure. It won’t take long to figure out what side of the fence each person in the EAW Universe will fall on. Jealousy, Hope, Disappointment, Rage, Hate, Inspiration… these are the variety of feelings that will accumulate backstage once Nostalgia gets started. Legends will take note. Competitors will try to recruit me or team with me. Now, I am not saying I am not open to working as a team, but I have other goals in mind first. Mainly, EAW Gold. I know I have to work my way up. Patience is a virtue I learned decades ago. I was a Chess master before my growth spurt. So I know all about having to play the long game. I will happily dominate each one of my opponents until I get my shot at gold. Putting on a show for these great fans is why I am here. I used to be one of them. Now I am here to make them proud.

But I am an acquired taste. Some in the EAW Universe will not be able to handle my intensity, confidence, mind games, and tenacious onslaught. But I can promise, I will never intentionally cheat to win.

(Nostalgia breaks out in song)
And I would do anything to Win
Yeah I would do anything to Win
But I won’t do that
Oh no,no I won’t do that.

Nostalgia- Didn’t know a guy looking like me could hit those notes did ya? Well EAW I am full or surprises. My creativity outside the ring, is matched only by my innovation in the ring. I see the New Breed Title, and that would be fitting as I am a completely new breed of EAW competitor. But I have my sights set on more prestigious prizes. Ready or Not EAW….Nostalgia is coming.

(Nostalgia smirks and laughs as he turns from the camera and stares back into the fire. The camera fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 10th 2016, 11:34 am by **AlexisDiemos**

“That last time didn’t go quite as planned for mommy, did it sweeties? Still...I think I made my point in my last match. I’m not the same little girl I was when I first stepped between the ropes and made my mark. No. I was a threat. A challenge. A god damn lasting impression on the people that saw me. And now I’m back,a nd this time I don’t have to worry about anyone messing up my match. I don’t have to worry about someone knowing when to tag me in or tag me out. Just me, and my cute little girl Nicole Fyre. Fyre, I love your name first of all. Fyre. Like Fire right? Firey. Hot. Igniting the flame of passion in you and letting it explode all over the...there’s some innuendo there but you get my point. See though, Fyre. Thing is, you’re facing a woman who has that same passion, dearie. And not just any woman. I know you’ve heard probably thousands of other girls say that, but trust me. They are nothing like me. No one will ever be like me. My beautiful sisters, Stephanie and Madison...they understand me all too well. Girls like you? You look at me like another mark on your record sheet. You don’t have time to look at the things that we do in the ring, or the things that we accomplished. You just want another victory to make your name greater. I’m tired of people making their names greater as I get left in the dark. So let me make something clear to you baby girl. I am not another victory for you. I am a loss you will not recover from.”

Alexis smiled as she kicked her legs, staring at the forest just beyond her window. The crow had returned again, preening its feathers before looking up at her and cawing loudly. She smiled petting its head gently before kissing its forehead. She should get about trying to name it. Maybe...but in the end there was no point to that quite yet. Instead she would have some more fun coming up with cute baby names for the cawing bird. A coo drew her attention away from the bird, as well as the sound of giggling. Her head turned, red hair cascading down her body as she saw her firstborn, Enessa. Her own black hair cut into a pixie style, and her smile wide as she dangled a rattle in front of her younger brother, Phoenix. The two played together, as siblings should. Five years old and a seven month old. The two were so beautiful. The reason she was fighting now. With a smile Alexis moved towards the two of them, kissing the top of Enessa’s head before scooping up Phoenix, patting him on the back before pulling her top down slightly, allowing him to nurse.

“See...I don’t know if you watched the rest of the matches on Empire but do you remember a girl by the name of Sophia Rose? If not let me spell out what happened to her when she tried to be big and brave. Me and my beautiful sister Madison...ended her entire career. She’s in the hospital right now, tending to a battered face and a broken neck. And that was someone that wasn’t even on my radar until she poked her nose into my sister’s business. See, other girls want to try and act tough. Act hard. We have the OG’s on our roster that think that they should run the show because of seniority, we have the Sirens who think they should run the show because they are the cheered for brat pack. What about the rest of us? Well...in this jungle we call Empire, you come to us, The Sisterhood of the Sanatorium as a zebra to lionesses. See, you all blend in with each other. We can’t tell you apart. You’re just meat. And once we pick you out from the crowd...we bleed you dry. That’s the why we work, that’s the way we’ve always worked. And I’ve been gone for awhile, but I haven’t lost a single step. In fact, I’m better than ever. And you? That fire you have...won’t come close to what I can do. Isn’t that right Enessa?”

Alexis turned to her daughter with a smile, recieving a happy nod from her as she walked to the crow, petting it with a happy grin on her face. The crow cawed in satisfaction before flying over towards her, landing on her arm and cawing again. Enessa giggled happily, shrieking in delight as she raced in a circle, the crow opening its wings to feel the air but not to fly. Alexis could only smile at her daughter’s happiness, it was after all a beautiful thing to look at. She would be raised correctly, not like some of the children that her husband had found. Their eyes filled with sickness and sadness. Their bodies beaten and broken before her eyes. It made her body quiver with rage as she rocked Phoenix, before lifting him up to her shoulder and patting his back as he finished nursing.

“Something you should understand though, Nicole. I am a mother before I’m a fighter. So, take pleasure in the fact that I won’t do to you what me and Madison did to Sophia. See...you aren’t in my way. You have a job to do, a paycheck to get. I won’t hospitalize you. I’ll try not to anyway. You are just way too cute to see you all bandaged up and broken on a gurney. You make my ovaries positively quiver whenever I look at you, so don’t fret. No hospitals. Just a lot of pain. A lot of bad bruising. A lot of bleeding. Maybe a broken rib or two. See, the last time I had a match, it was so amazingly fun. A real brutal matchup between a team of very competitive opponents...and me. My partner, not so much. So when it comes down to it, I prefer my action being one on one. Me against you. Woman against woman. I can see it now, you struggling in vain to gain dominance over me while I instead apply every bit of pressure I can onto you, until you can barely breath. Your body wracked with pain as you struggle up...but it’s already near its climax...and there is no way for you to escape...sorry got lost in the images there. Heh. Listen, Nicole. In the end you know what’s going to happen to you. You should save yourself the trouble sweetie. Don’t put up too much of a fight and get yourself hurt. Take it from this point of view, you know my husband. He would never choose anyone to be by his side in eternity if he knew that they weren’t just as twisted or demented as he was...and me? I get off on the pain of others. I’m as sadistic as they come cutie pie. So...gonna enter into the mouth of madness baby girl? Mama’s waiting.”

Alexis let out a sharp laugh as she set Phoenix back down into the crib. Gently petting the top of her giggling baby’s head before kissing it. Her tender gaze flicked towards the window as the crow flew off her daughter’s arm. Enessa raced towards it waving it goodbye as Alexis moved over to the windows as well, planting a kiss on the glass before tossing her head back and letting out a soft laugh as she shook her head.

“Mommy Diemos wants to feel some blood on her skin Nicole. Don’t make me beg now.”

Re: EAW Promoz! October 10th 2016, 6:54 am by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Empire Promo #2

“Responsibility”

(The camera opens up to Cloud sitting in a car, not moving. She has a cup of coffee in her hand with the same pair of bags under her eyes.)

It’s funny how things can change in a year. Last October I was preparing for a scramble match to determine who will be the first Specialist Champion. I lost that match to the very woman I lost last week, but somewhere in between now and then I held the first title I’ve competed for. Now, another prize alludes- a prize I once claimed meant nothing to me...but let me revisit that thought for a moment. It’s not the physical belt that I seek - I value the responsibility it represents. As the Vixens Champion I would stand above all else as the best women's wrestler in the world. This is what I want. This will complete Act One of The War Queen’s journey. The next will be defending the belt against all comers, every vixen and wannabe in existence. Thursday night I’ll be fighting one of these wannabes. Yes BB-8 to me you’re a wannabe. A wannabe vixen, a wannabe Siren- which really is just a wannabe member of Formation. You talk of me living through Aria and Cailin, but my dear you’re talking to the architect of their success. You do you think taught Aria how to perform an arm drag? Who do you think held the Empress to her bosom whenever it became too much for her? Who do you think provided them with a full analysis of their opponents in their run down gym in Bushwick? When you fight me BB-8, you are fighting the foundation of what makes this division so great. You’re fighting against the firecracker that gave these bitches ambition during the Vixens Cup, the instigator that brings out the best out of everyone...including you. I created the blueprint behind Haruna’s final form, the inspiration for Azumi’s madness. Note how recently these girls are beginning to take matters into their own hands, after I stood up for myself. That’s all I did BB-8, I stood up for myself. Imagine being told how much you meant to everyone you loved one moment and then find out how much they mocked you. How would you feel if your own best friend is too much of a coward to go to bat for you? Imagine if everyone who you respected runs to the side of the person you hate the most? What would you do Bianca? Huh!? Come on girl you're from The Bronx - we both know what you’d do.

The truth of the matter is that in some ways you’re better than the company you keep Bianca. The Sirens are not good people. They’re not honorable women. Trust me, I know them a lot better than you ever will. I know about the secret look of shade in Aria’s eyes when she looks down on the roster. I know all about Cailin’s hunger to be the best in the world. She will sacrifice anything and everything to achieve her goals. As for Tarah…(laughs) well her random acts of betrayal is already well documented. You could do this without them. You could get stronger - in some ways you're getting better, but you need to stop wagging that tail of yours and get your puppy ass out of the pet store and explore the Land of Elite with woke eyes. Stop drinking their Kool-Aid and fight like the real warrior you are. There’s an Amazon waiting underneath but yet you’d rather cater to the diva on the exterior! We have our own show now BB-8- there’s no more need to present ourselves as ‘divas’ and ‘vixens’-

Fuck it. As of today I’m erasing vixen from my vocabulary. I’m an Elitist. I know in my heart I can thrive in any Battleground, be it Empire, Dynasty, Showdown. Or Voltage. I can fly with Nas, brawl with Oasis, and grapple with Daniels. This is the divine difference between you and I BB-8. This is the Actuality of Our Reality. I have no limits while yours is tied up with a pretty pink bowtie. You keep insinuating that I blame everyone but myself, but I take full responsibility for everything I do. Like for instance...I take responsibility for making the mistake of creating Formation in the first place. I take responsibility for inviting Cailin to my home that fateful night.

I take responsibility for asking a sixteen year old girl if she wanted to train in the ring with me.

And now I take responsibility for allowing myself to be weak. I take responsibility for allowing myself to appear weak in the eyes of heifers like you. I take responsibility for allowing Maddie to postpone the inevitable: your loss to me. Applying a submission doesn’t guarantee a victory sweets; my hands hitting the mat does that. As far as I’m concerned, I never was even close to tapping out to you. You never will be close enough to defeat me in general. Matter of fact savor every lick you get against me sweets, because it’s going to be those small isolated seconds that you’ll be able to feel good about even the POSSIBILITY of beating me BB-8!

(sips coffee)

This Thursday I’ll be taking responsibility for the entire WOMEN’S division of EAW. My first act was to throw out the v-word. Next, is to demonstrate to the EAW universe what real women’s wrestling is like. I have to admit - your little tirade made evaluate my position in this company. Don’t get too hype because most of it was me yelling at myself about how could I let someone like you get to me? How could I let some punk ass bitch from the North Bronx tell me who the hell I am!?

I’m the A-grade B that’s gonna make you C by smacking you with my metaphorical D forcing you to be taken to the E so get the F out while you still can my G! Or instead of coming to Empire, go back to your H so I can fight a real warrior- I’m not JKing. Or you can take this L in front of your girls and ‘M who will watch me get it N. O-no this no fantasy, not mere wet dream for my P. The only Q you’re gonna ask me is “R you done yet?” while you’re Sing your pants. Why am I spilling the T on U right now? Because I’m all about that V baby. I’ll be stacking Ws and you will cease to X-sist. Y? Because you’re still on Cloud 9 stuck on dem Zs.

See? You’re not the only one that’s educational. Welcome to PBS bitch where me kicking your ass will be sponsored by Viewers Like You.

(mutters as the camera fades)

Fuckingpbsreally?

----

“Bravo China Doll” moaned Reina as awakened with a cat-like stretch.

“Still not Chinese” I replied, taking a sip of coffee.

We spent the nearly twenty four hours scouting out the warehouse where “Buster” Williams was keeping his product. Checking my phone, I saw that we would have enough time to go home and get a proper rest before we brought hell upon poor Buster. We had his weekly schedule mapped out and this dude was one predictable scrub. It would be nothing to slip in the building and try and isolate him from his crew for answers. Also, we’ll need to take photo evidence of the product. I knew a friend on the force that could handle the rest.

“Now that we know how this guy operates, let’s drive back to your place to rest up” I said, starting the car.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were a fast ones sweets” Reina said, her sultry voice melting in my ears.

I tried not to blush at her obvious attempt to flirt. “Your place is closer that’s all.”

“I’ve heard that one before sweets.”

“Well now you’re hearing it again. Oh and Reina?”

“Yes?” Her mismatched eyes watched me with interest.

“I’m the one who calls people sweets.”

“Oh really?”

As my face drew close, I could smell the faint flowery scent of whatever amazing shampoo she uses for her hair.

“Really.”

I pulled out of our hiding spot and headed towards the 149th st bridge towards The Bronx. We needed to rest as much as we could - provided that nothing distracted us. But damn it, I was craving a little distraction.

Just a little.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 10th 2016, 5:42 am by Guest

.:HOUSE OF GLASS:. #1

An Empire…

Built from the blood, sweat and tears from those who gave their life – from those who were sacrificed in order to benefit the futures of those who had yet to come.

An Empire…

That has harrowing pain and despair echoing in your ear once you pass by. You get the sensation of guilt and betrayal as you wander in the glory whereas those before you went down in flames. History is sketched on the walls that will never be forgotten.

An Empire.

Those who lived in the days before the Empire are long gone except for a select few. The strongest, mightiest of the herd survived. They survived the carnage, they survived the purge, they survived the eminent death that was lingering above their heads. Those survivors are legendary in the eyes of most. They are seen as messiahs sent from above because of the virtual simplicity – they were strong enough to outlive the rest and are now enjoying the Empire in which they single handedly built.

The Empire that is theirs.

The Empire that belongs to no one else but them.

But what happens when intruders or invaders, if you will, decide to come and claim the survivors hard work as their own? What is a survivor to do? All they’ve known is to salvage for themselves, will they allow these foreigners to come and claim territory? Or will the survivors unite and fight against the perpetuating evil that is bound to come from these external objects? That’s all they are to the survivors – objects. Objects with no inside meaning and no soul lying within. These objects are simply here to create barriers. They are only hurdles for the survivors to leap over ever so gallantly.

We are the survivors.

You are the foreign objects.

When I was asked to come back for the Empress of Elite tournament, I was ecstatic. I was, however, a bit hesitant. How dare I show my face among the EAW Universe after being humiliated at our biggest event in the year? It was my big Pain for Pride return after five years. Five years. Five long years where in the meantime, I’ve made some mediocre comebacks here and there but nothing sufficient enough to call it a full blown return. Pain for Pride was a place where I wanted to redeem myself. The last and only Pain for Pride I was ever in, I lost. I lost to the woman who I now see as an ally. I was humiliated and I felt like all the hard work I had done prior was for nothing. Alas, this was my chance to put my name in the record books once again. This was my chance to make Kendra Shamez a household name once more. I wanted to be relevant. I wanted to be admired more than the likes of Cailin Dillon and Aria Jaxon. I wanted to become someone once more in this company and there was only one person that was stopping me from doing so. The barrier. The foreign object. Ms. German Efficiency herself.

One can say that I was naïve going into Pain for Pride and to an extent I was. I underestimated my opponents power and I also overestimated mine. I wasn’t aware as to how much Vixens have evolved since my time as a full time performer. Back in the day, there was no one who matched my skill and abilities therefore I was unstoppable. I am woman enough to admit that I met my match. I was in the ring with a woman who I once deemed as inferior, however, I didn’t realize for what she had instore for your good old pal Kendra Shamez. And I lost. I lost and within Pain for Pride and the way my career was heading – I was lost into oblivion.

I’ve always had a tough exterior, an exterior that I once thought was unable to crack. But after that embarrassment of a performance, I cracked. I completely shattered. I came into the Empress of Elite with a humble, open mind and I was ready to take on any opponent despite their wrestling background or lack thereof. You want to know what I’ve noticed since being a full-time EAW employee? You want to know how I feel now after I beat Tarah Nova for my Specialist Championship and after Empire has risen from the ground? You want to know if I still have that humble perspective that I was talking oh-so gladly about not too long ago? You want to know how I feel? Does the world want to know how the OG Vixen Kendra Shamez feels?

I feel fucking betrayed.

I feel so disgusted by the fact that I came into this company with open arms. I was willing to take any new Vixen who is having a tough time trying to find her place under my wing and to create her into something she didn’t know could be possible. But after being here for no longer than three months – I am completely overwhelmed with how dirty, pathetic, backstabbing and ruthless some Vixens can be – especially the new breed ones. I tried my best to not have Sheridan Müller be the face of the Vixens of today simply because I had a negative aspect on her, but little did I know she is the full representation of what these Vixens are all about even though she likes to distinguish herself from them. Sheridan comes out here week after week to make everyone know how she’s an efficient wrestler who doesn’t like to partner up and have the numbers advantage. She’s a lone wolf ready to take on any pack of hyenas who get in her way. When you really think about it – all of these Vixens say the same thing. They want to isolate themselves from the rest and make it seem as if they can be able to handle themselves on their own. That’s far from the truth. When you’re the only Vixen in a roster full of dead weight, then that’s when you know you can hold your own. When you’re the only Vixen who can actually wrestle whereas you’re put against women who are just models who are trying to make themselves pass as legitimate athletes AND YOU STILL MAKE THEM LOOK GOOD then that’s how you know you can hold your own. Sheridan, if you think you deserve all the special stickers in the book just because you stomp your feet in despair as you see Vixens such as Tarah Nova, Cailin Dillon and Aria Jaxon catering to the fans know that you don’t deserve shit. You don’t deserve any sort of credibility because you’re just like them. As much as you want to make yourself stand out, you will always be associated with them. You want to entertain people; you want to be the face of Empire because you can’t handle having someone else take your spotlight. That’s one of the many things you have in common – you new breed Vixens can’t handle not having the spotlight shined up your ass. None of my opponents deserve to be in the same ring with me because I genuinely believe that they haven’t paid their dues. Not even Tarah Nova who has almost been here as long as the OG Vixens have. Tarah, you’re the biggest moron of them all. You could’ve been one of us. You had the potential, you had the charisma and the attitude that embodies an OG Vixen but you were missing the essential part – you don’t have a brain. Look at who you’re dating, for Christ sake.

Tarah used to go around and say how she idolized me. It’s funny how what seemed like strong opinions can change within a blink of an eye. This is where the betrayal part comes in. Tarah, your authenticity went out of the window when you looked at me dead in the eyes and said that I don’t deserve to have my championship. I genuinely liked you but then you showed that ugly side of you that I'm sure Mr. Hall of Fame Champion wouldn't even like. If you were so quick to turn your back on me, I can only imagine what you would do if Cailin or Aria took your limelight. At least with the OG's, we are one unit. We look out for each other and we always take into consideration the best interest of others. People can say whatever they want with having my sisters interfere with my matches, but one thing they can’t talk shit about is how I won my title. I won it fair and square and with help from no one. I don’t need anyone’s help to come out victorious. The only person I need in order to come out successful day in and day out is me. I have the drive and determination that will never die – it’s what keeps me going. It’s what keeps me alive. It’s the reason why I AM A SURVIVOR.

The OG Vixens have been the faces of Empire and they will continue in doing so. House of Glass will be the beginning of the never ending Specialist title reign for Kendra Shamez. I will successfully put one of you mongrels through the table with the thickest glass I can find. I will assert my dominance at the cost of both of your careers and I have absolutely NO problem with that. Not at all… The OG Vixens have no pity, the OG Vixens have no mercy. The OG Vixens are here to stay.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 10th 2016, 5:17 am by **Anthony Leonhart**

ANTHONY LEONHART // IT'S THE MOMENT DE VOUS BATTRE !

EAW HOUSE OF GLASS 2016 PROMO.

Anthony Leonhart is on a battleground, looking fierce and extremely confident, wearing a white shirt, black pants and black shoes with a French flag on one shoulder and one pointer and behind him, multiple easels with the faces and caracteristics of his House of Glass opponents.

You can think you can handle this, right now ? Je ne crois pas...oh yes I parle français sometimes...my name is Anthony Leonhart...but vous le savez déjà which means that I'm famous here in the world of Elite Answers Wrestling, am I right ? I'm here to tell you why I will win the Glass Gauntlet to become le numéro 1 des contenders for the EAW Interwire Championship and just like famous French generals, I'll do it on a battlefield because it's gonna be la guerre. Yes, a modern-day war inside the squared circle. And no one of my opponents will the last man standing...because I WILL BE THE ONE. I WILL BE LE DERNIER DEBOUT. THE LAST MAN STANDING. THE MAN WHO WILL FACE THE EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION FOR HIS TITLE.

Anthony looks the easels and watch every details that can be useful for him in his speech and for his match and stop on the easel where Ross Vegas's picture and use the pointer to designate him as his first victim.

You again ? Ross Vegas...Ross Vegas...you're still a Macho ? Just seeing ta tête de looser in a ring makes me think that you're super super gay even if you're some hot chicks like tu dis. Gay like a macho...macho man. Remember that song back in a day, Macho Man by the Village People ? Oh... You're not ? I'm not désolé...but je t'ai battu une fois...and I will beat you twice, I'm not afraid of what you're doing and what you can say about me, you know exactly where I been through but this time will be no different because je vais te battre Ross Vegas...1....2...3 and see you back on Dynasty ! Salut ! Bye bye ! Arrivederci !

Anthony superkicks the easel of Ross Vegas and replaces his clothes and searches his next victim by looking at the easels.

And here you are, the newest version of Kevin Maverick, putain mais ils font chier ces gamers...which means you gamers are a pain in my damn ass, you're the second gamer man in my career and I'm already a bout de nerfs. You're thinking that you are cool to the people by naming your moves with popular references, tu te crois où ? Where do you think, you are ? Let me see « Za Warudo », « Big Bang Attack », « Yamcha'd » that's with what you think you can impress your opponents and especially moi ? But If I remember correctly, Yamcha ...is the weakest character in Dragon Ball Z ? No ? I was respecting until that but at House of Glass...you will be Chaoz'd. Tu vois, you see I got mes références too. Za Warudo where you live in just like Kevin Maverick I think, mon ami...will be destroyed by a Big Bang Attack. And vu que tu like the animes, I will finish your easel avec grâce et élégance.

Anthony concentrates himself and then speed up and smash the easel of Drake Jeager with his pointer. And finish by saying Yeah Gear (playing with the Jaeger name) Not Solid in reference to Metal Gear Solid.

Speaking of respect, let's see who's next in my own list...ah toi...el gringo of the EAW, Raymundo Rhyse. I rit of you...which means that' you're a living joke. How can you pretend be a top player in this match quand tu as face only peu d'opponents...tell moi el gringo, tell moi Rhyse why you're thinking you're gonna win this. Tu me answer pas right ? You leave again, just like you did with Bianca Bella Vita. Oops, I have révélé something ? I don't care and so she does too now. Raymundo Rhyse, you don't fear me nonetheless...tu crois être el mas grande luchador ? Hey...stop injuring yourself you little piece of caca as latinos say when you're in trouble...in a very deep trouble, an anal pain...Oh shit. Almost spend too much time speaking to a living caca. Oh lord.

Anthony uses his pointer slowly, acting with disdain and let the easel of Rhyse fall in the shit where he belongs.

Ah ah, where you belong, gringo ! Even Mother Nature knows what you are, it is too perfect. Tellement parfait, phénoménal. Blackstar ? David Bowie has reincarnated himself in a big jacked dude ? Oh mon dieu, it is not because you're in the Sanatorium that I'm gonna not going a badass gentleman comme il le faut. Le top player, it's me. I'm simply phenomenal. I'm the new breed of the French Excellence... and you're just a big dude and like every big man...tu te crois invicible and that's not true because you're gonna lose this match to moi, moi et simply MOI. And when you will return to the Sanatorium with me...Eclipse will be proud of me and not of toi, Little David Bowie. And not Big Kev Devastation. Tu comprends, which means you understand what I said, you little big man.

Anthony takes the easel of Kevin Devastation with grace and elegance and places it slowly on the ground and wipes his shoes on it and laughs after being a little bit irritated.

And voilà … le dernier of the list... stand back it's a hurricane coming through...Here I come to save le monde...a superhero...I'm happy as fuck...I'm sure you will say that I'm a profiteur because I'm a Frenchman coming to the United States but guess what ? The ladies loves moi, moi et encore MYSELF...They like, je veux dire THEY LOVE the exotic side of the French language and not you...you fat ignorant American...and I'm sure you don't know where the French lives. But you know where it is for our food, right ? But this time, Hurricane Hawk...I will make the rooster triumphant over a hawk. As I, Anthony Leonhart, the new breed of the French Excellence...will defeat you Hurricane Hawk, symbole de l'excellence Américaine...in your own country of the United States and everybody in your country will see that another red white and blue country can match with the America. 1...2....3 and they will remember the name of An-tho-ny !

Anthony takes the French flag off his shoulder to places it on the easel of Hurricane Hawk and replaces himself at the center of the battleground and acting like Jesus Christ on his cross and looks to the camera, with holding the pointer in his left hand.

What you need to know is...Anthony Leonhart est le meilleur catcheur de l'EAW which means that you're seeing the best wrestler that EAW has never seen before me, moi and myself of course. And you're looking at the next number one contender for the EAW Interwire Championship. C'est tout ce que vous devez savoir. I AM THE FUTURE. I AM THE BEST. I AM UNE LEGENDE ALREADY.

Anthony finish his speech by saying VIVE LA FRANCE ! VIVE ANTHONY LEONHART ! in front of the camera who slowly fades away.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 10:43 pm by **Cailin Dillon**

Empire #3

So the one thing Reina Kenshin got right, is that she never has anything to fucking say. Literally notching at all. I get that all you’re capable of doing is reading what I say and giving me your terrific sarcastic response in a wonderful attempt to belittle me. I congratulate you for everything you did there. Awesome job by you. But you sit there drinking your booze and calling me a character with this self-righteous style and hitting the cymbal every time you think you just made a funny. You make me sound like some sort of phony, bitch-ass motivational speaker. Well funny, I’ve been down this road before with an opponent. This is who I am. I’ve fought near the top, and I’ve been at rock bottom. I came into this company with my head so far up my ass and just fighting on pure adrenaline, and it got me nowhere. It got me flipped over on my head, picked back up and dropped right back down on my ass. You take a look at my story and reference background while you expect everyone to drone through multiple unrelated segments before we can even get an idea of what you’re trying to even say. I don’t care how you do it. That’s not what I’m saying. Be you, be unique. If this is what you have, then this is what you have. But don’t waste your time making me and my family out to be some kind of fake con artists. I feel like I’m wasting my time, but I’ll address. My dad wasn’t a drunk, and he wasn’t rich. He was just a hard-working farmer. He did all of this on his own, raising me. And no, I’m not perfect, so he made mistakes. He didn’t always want to support me in this, but he learned he couldn’t change me. My life choices haven’t always met eye-to-eye with his Christian ideals. But I got ahead of myself here, let me rein this conversation back. I’ll admit that I used to not be the kind of fighter I am today. I was losing matches left and right. I wasn’t happy with what I had become. This used to be easy for me, I’ll admit that. But here it became hard. It wasn’t enough to just show up and fight the way I used to. It took something else. I had to commit to being different. I had to train myself to become more of a warrior. Without that, I couldn’t come face-to-face with challenges and have a chance in hell of getting anything done. So yeah, it might sound motivational, but fuck it. I got myself up and I started putting in more work. I started adding new facets to my craft.

And then I… you know what… it is what it is. This isn’t going to matter to you. First you’re telling me that you like my style and that it excites you, and then in your next breath you’re scanning over my words, word-for-word, and letting me have it when you disagree, and then drawing back a little bit when you agree. So what can I even say? Maybe I misunderstood you, but once you told me I would know what it’s like to be broken, and then you reminded me of that for a second time. I gave you a response. From you I got some sort of almost politically driven narrative. I guess it is debate season, so a great way to operate back and forth. When it comes down to it anything we say leading up to this match won’t mean a goddamn thing. When I step in that ring with you, I’m going to kick your ass. I mean I don’t have to play nice. I was just playing respectful. Because I like you, I like the way you fight and I like your mentality. But apparently your give a shit is broken. You have no real goal here, and if you do have a goal I’m sure it’s pretty stupid. I’m not focused on titles, but I’m focused on being the best. To be the best, you have to fight and beat the best. Those titles are the consolation prize that come along with that. You don’t care about titles, but a lot of people do. There were a lot of people that believe the Vixens had earned their right at a second title. There were people who mocked the literal fuck out of as if it was some piece of foil-constructed trash. So I took that title in its first weeks of existence and I built it into something that people stopped mocking. I’m proud of it, and I’ll admit that. In fact, ask your new buddy Cloud if she’s proud of her time as Specialist’s Champion? Ask her if she’s proud of the fact that she was the person who followed up me as that title holder. But you don’t care about my story, and you don’t care about titles. So again, I’m wasting my time aren’t I? That’s why I just said we would just meet in the ring and have an absolute fucking war. Let’s just beat the shit out of each other and see how it ends. Maybe you get what you want and you break me. Maybe I just kick your ass and all those people you’re tired of hearing are justified in what they’re saying. I don’t even waste my time looking. Does it serve as motivation for you? Are you so focused on the opinions of fans and the fan fiction stories you’re reading out there that it has to become a piece of every message you deliver? Again, do what you want. I just want to fight. I just want to meet the best warrior I’ve witnessed in that ring in sometime and take on the challenge that is Reina Kenshin.

There’s so much more mystery involved with you than with so many of the other Vixens. We don’t know as much about who you are or where you come from. It’s just obvious that you aren’t like the other ones. We could put you in a room with the entire roster and you’d be one of a few plucked out as different. It’s not because you have dyed hair or because you wear some kind of wacky makeup. It’s because you are a freaking beast. You’re a different monster all together. I don’t know if we’ve seen someone quite like you before. And while some might want to run away, while some might want to hide from you. I want to freaking fight you. I want it bad. You don’t see me avoiding you or ignoring you. You see me taking you seriously. You see me giving you the same approach I would every other match. That’s just the respect I have for what you are in that ring. I don’t know what you are out of it, or how you act out of it, and I don’t really need to know. I will form all of my opinions on you on what happens in that ring. That’s all I need. Just that and a fight. You can mock it all you want, but just being in that ring means a great deal to me. Just having the chance to fight is what I live for in this business. I see you as an ass-kicking machine that’s well oiled and ready to go. I feel like you were dropped into this division at the perfect time to make sure anyone who was back resting on their laurels and feeling comfortable about the “spot” that they’re in. I say so often that I’m not content to just sit around and be in this spot. I’m serious about wanting to meet all challenges head on and being the best. Not everyone is. A lot of people think they can skate along and big things will just fall in their laps. You might not care about titles or the picture that exists around that, but you are playing a bigger role in that then you might care to admit. You showed someone like Nicole Fyre just how far she has to go. You reminded Madison Kaline that she has to get her ass off the couch if she wants to have a chance to beat a warrior in that ring. And with me you’re just reminding me why I love to do this. Who knows what happens on Empire. But I will take every step to control my own destiny and makes sure in the end I can have my hand raised in the air. It’s a big challenge, but not one I’m afraid of. I know you’ll have plenty more to say about this and you’ll have another great, lengthy story to tell about your journeys with your new-found friends and their friends and family, but what I’m saying isn’t going to change. I’m still going to be right here preparing to meet you face-to-face in that ring on Thursday and I’m going to come into Empire and beat you. That’s the only approach I can take and the only one I will.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 8:01 pm by **Mstislav**

It’s like I am the man that has the world against him. I had it against me when I was making my stride and becoming the National Elite Champion. I had it against me when I was making the Pure Championship a title to be renowned. And apparently I still have it against me while I am still EAW Champion. I’m not complaining that’s far from it. But what I am doing is pointing out this mistreatment in the system. You see me, look at me. I am mangled, broken, and on his last leg. If I were a lesser man I would be at home resting instead of fighting in this match. In fact if I were a lesser man I would have relinquished my belt as soon as I found out how broken I was. But did I do that, no. All I asked for was simply for my body to heal, which wouldn’t have taken long. A week or two and I’d be willing to beat down anyone for Nathan Fiora to Impact. But no someone and his major ego was hurt that I came out here and tried to set him straight and is now abusing his power to get at me. Which itself is so stupid but since we can’t say anything lest we get suspended like Nas did, or get thrown to the wolves like I am. You see this. I am not the enemy here, I am fighting injustice like Nas was, and I am still being treated like this. I am being treated like a second-rate citizen than I am a champion, and all because the GM has some Vendetta against me.

But you know what let him have this petty vendetta against me. Let him sink to the levels that Damien Murrow has against Brian Daniels. Let him sink to the levels that Sebastian Monroe has against Diamond Cage. Because from what I’ve learned is the fact that if your boss hates you, it’s because you’ve done something right. You’ve become a star without or at the benefit of him. I’m right aren’t I. I became a star after winning the EAW Championship, nothing he could ever do, and I headlined Pain for Pride by ending Day 2 and also his career. So let him have his petty vendetta, because really, that’s all he has in this company worth a damn to him anymore. I’ll fight, I’ll fight with a broken back. I’ll fight with my body in two. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure that his vendetta still burns just so he can feel good about himself. You people may have cheered as I go thrown off that stage, you people may have cheered as I limped back up and tried my best to keep myself steady. You people may have cheered as you saw the very best broken, battered, and beaten. You cheered at my misery, and now, now I get to show you why I am still the EAW Champion. And that it’s going to take something more than hardened concrete to keep me down.

Because like it or not people, not only am I A Champion, but I am THE Champion. I am the one people tune into everyday, and though it may be to see if I finally get my ass handed to me or just because they love to hate me, it always rings true. That you people watch to see me, and if it was any other way you would turn off the TV and watch something else. Because sometimes I am all talk, and sometimes I get shown that. But really I wouldn’t like it any other way. Because either way you people pay to see me. You pay to see me talk, pay to see me walk, pay to see me win, and in the end I can ask for nothing else than that. It just goes to show you how fucking well I have you all in the palm of my hand. What else are you going to do? Are you going to go watch Brian and Ares fight over a battered Robbie? Are you going to watch Lucian vs Jacob Senn fight over a title that hasn’t been valuable in years? No because what you are going to do is sit down right there in your fucking couch watching me talk all this good shit, and fucking do something about it. Because unlike all these people make promises, I make decrees. Unlike all these people who make theories and hypothesis, I make fact and reality. I am the end all be all of the conversation and if people want to their damn best to try and change that then let them.

Because I am still going to be here. I am still going to be something even when all of the world, even when all of the back thinks that I am nothing. Because that is how much credibility I carry, that is how much work I’ve put into this damn place. Because I stand before you a broken man, and I’m still more of a man than anybody on this damn roster. I’ve garnered respect without having to use a “family” like Sanatorium. I’ve garnered more fear than a pair of “Guns”, like Hexa-Gun. Hell even when I was in a brotherhood, I had to watch as they turned on each other and died, and from that carcass I rose up. You could say like it was as a phoenix but I am my own Legend and I rose from the carcass not a fucking flaming chicken. Look at me and my excellence, look at what I have done. Coming from nothing to being something, and still being something even when someone always comes to try and take it from me. I have been through nearly every fucking problem thrown at me. I have been through scandal, I have been through controversy, I have been through the fucking ringer of people trying to ruin my name to fit their own personal story and their own personal ideals, and I know that shit isn’t stopping anytime soon. Because what people see in me is what is scaring the living shit out of them, and is what is making me the greatest example of a human being on Voltage. Because I carry a bravado that I back up, something that not a lot of the talent here can say about themselves. Being King isn’t just a moniker for me anymore, It’s what I have to protect to make sure that no one is going to fuck with me again, and live to tell about it.

Impact you got your wish, you got what you’ve wanted all along. You got your shot at the moniker that has eluded you for far too long. Seven reigns, Seven Reigns you might be able to say. Seven Reigns you might be able to goad. Seven Reigns you’ll be able to tell everyone for generations to come. But sadly Impact those seven reigns are not going to happen while I AM champion. Because Imp, you aren’t going to be the one take this title off of me. Because while I stand here broken because of your doing, while I stand here battered because you chose to do so, I am not letting up. And this isn’t some underdog story or overcoming adversity. No this is just me staking my fucking claim at the top. I’m not here for a storybook finish, I am here to cement a legacy in my name not anyone else’s. Because what I want is for people to look back at this moment, look back at this time to see not what Aren Mstislav did, but what he was. And that was the fucking King of EAW, the fucking monarch that not only had enemies but was able to put those enemies in the fucking ground when they thought they had a chance to step up. But you see Imp, I respect you because you’re fighting smart. You are hurting the opposition as a way to weaken them and I applaud you for the effort but you and I both know that I don’t fall that easily. In fact the only way I’d see you beating me is if Drake Jaeger comes back and helps your ass out once more. And While I know he resigned, I do doubt that without him on your payroll he’s not going to be coming out to help the man that left him and TJ high and dry. But you know I digress, I know you have a plan, because I know you know that it take a lot to take me out, let alone make it certain that I won’t pull out a win. So I know you got a plan but whatever you got in you just know you fucked up. Because I would’ve never thought about it had you not gone a boasted that you know my every move. You basically took something out of the textbook of psychology and are trying to pass it as your own. And I know this Imp, because while you are a damn good ring technician I know you are horrible with ring psychology. Elementary compared to what I know, and I know damn well I can counter whatever you have against me. Because I’ve done it before and I have no qualms doing it again, and I have no problem making you look the fool. Because that is what I do best, make men look like fools, and make them pay for it. The Machine you call yourself, well prepare to become obsolete because this king is the one that is going to throw your ass to the curb and is going to show you why he is the new face that everyone needs to worry about. But don’t worry Imp, you’re not the only one that’s going to feel that soon, because after I’m done with you, I’ll show Carlos what happens when he tries to screw over talent over a fucking vendetta. I’ll make sure the beat his ass out and right back into retirement. Send my regards to the next contender who dares try to box with the King.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 6:26 pm by **Consuela Rose Ava**

“And We Wait…”—Empire

Before Empire, us Vixens were kept in our little shells. It seemed impossible for us to be blessed with an opportunity to break out of our shells. I’ve waited and waited for an opportunity to present itself. One could argue that I should have made my own opportunities. I should have found a way to break out of a Division like this one. It’s quite difficult to have your own breakout moment, when no one is able to give you the chance to break out. With Empire, it’s completely different. It’s almost like a land of opportunity. Empire is the brand to be in if you are a Vixen and want to be noticed. There’s no doubt that I want to be noticed. I don’t want the stigma of being “The Other Ava” for the rest of my life. I have reached the point where I want to be Consuela Rose, The Spanish Sweetheart.

Back at the Empress of Elite Tournament, this was all Madison Kaline could talk about. She talked about how there was jealousy and competition between the Ava sisters. She went on about how Cameron was far more successful in EAW to me. She was correct about one thing—Cameron is on a whole other level. Cameron is the epitome of what EAW Vixens should strive for. I’m not going to hide behind the fact. The thing is: I don’t want to be like Cameron. I want to be me. I want to be like Consuela. I want to fight my own battles. I want to win my own wars. At least out of Madison and I, I can have full rights to say that I don’t need any sort of family backing me up when things get tough for me. Of course, Madison could argue that she didn’t need anyone to get into the finals of Empress of Elite, but I bet after she lost the finals for a second year in the row, she wished that she could have used Stephanie or Alexis to have her back. From what I have been seeing, Madison is not the same Vixen she was when she first went bad girl. Where is that sense of fire? Where is that sense of competitive? Where is the effort? As of right now, I don’t see any of that. It kind of makes me wonder why she even returned in the very first place? I know for a fact that she did not return to get her ass handed to her…and by an Ava? That makes everything bad news to her. I consider Madison’s return a failure so far, but what’s kind of what you expect from her career? She wasn’t pushed because she was any good. The reason she was pushed was because EAW was desperate for new blood in the title picture. There was absolutely no way Tarah vs. Kendra, Tarah vs. Haruna or Tarah vs. Lethal was going to continue being watchable to the public eye. This is why Madison was even considered for a title shot. This was Madison was champion for about a month. It seemed like when the new crop of Vixens came rolling in, everyone saw Madison Kaline for who she really was and that is something to be protected or her feelings will be hurt.

Now look at Madison. She loses to Cailin Dillon. She lets a newcomer, Reina Kenshin make her tap out. Sure, she has getting rid of Sophia Rose on her resume of “Great Things Madison Kaline Has Done in Her EAW Career”, but can we fast forward to the part where Sophia returns to kick her ass? I know that I would LOVE to see that happen! Sorry, the savage is overtaking me! There is a part of me that likes women who truly haven’t earned things get what they rightfully deserve. No, I’m not talking about Sophia Rose. My focus is on Madison Kaline. Madison’s focus won’t be in this match. It wasn’t in her last match with Reina, it was never on Sophia and it won’t be against me. It will be her biggest mistake if she lets this match pass her by without even staring me dead in the eyes. I’m eager for what Madison has to say. I’m begging her to say something that is not going to be pointless or a waste of time for me.

My match on Dynasty is dedicated to Empire General Manager, Cleopatra. I want her to watch the match with open eyes because I’m the Vixen that is going to break out on Empire. I’m the Vixen that all these people better start paying attention to. Anyone else would just be a waste of time. Isn’t that right, Madison?

I’ll be waiting.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 3:23 pm by **Ross Vegas**

House of Glass #1

"This is where the magic happens"

Finally, MTV Cribs has come back to television. And our special guest for the first episode of the reboot series is none other than EAW Elitist and Gatorade enthusiast Ross Vegas! Flanked by our host 50 Cent, an entourage of security guards, and his on-and-off girlfriend Catherine, Ross shows the world his massive property.

Ross Vegas: Take a look at my sick ass whips over here, dude. Got a Ferrari F50, Ferrari 612, got my Enzo over here, I'm living large baby! Now this right here my pool, bigger than Kanye's. Got the Jacuzzi over here, great for gettin down to business. OOH YEAAAHHH!

50 Cent: Damn son, I used to own a place like this. Till my baby mama sucked me dry with child support.

Ross Vegas: Women. Can't live with em, can't live without em! Speaking of which, let's go see the master bedroom. The dungeon of doom, as I call it.

Ross leads the way into the "Dungeon of Doom", so to speak.

Ross Vegas: This is where the magic happens! Damn near every woman in LA has tasted the Cream of the Crop on this king size with the $5000 silk sheets, OOOH YEAAAAHHH!

Catherine gives him a funny look.

Ross Vegas: ... That is, before I settled down with you of course! I'm a faithful man, I promise you all. Ross Vegas is a role model for the children. I play by the rules, I'm a fan favorite, people appreciate me, they appreciate my influence. They appreciate my desire to teach them the morals, teach them how to live their lives.

50 Cent: I feel like I am much the same way. I try to inspire through my music, ya dig?

Ross Vegas: OOOH YEAAAH. You know how much sex I've had to "Candy Shop"? It's number one on my playlist, man! In fact, I'm gonna share right now with each and every one of the millions watching at home, the real deal Ross Vegas sex playlist.

Catherine: Please don't.

Ross Vegas: I guess you'll have to wait till I dump this one... just kidding, baby. On to the next one--next room, of course. To the kitchen!

50 Cent: You heard the man!

The whole group enters the spacious kitchen, and Ross opens up the fridge, revealing a smorgasbord of food.

Ross Vegas: You wanna get big, you gotta eat big. Eat clean and train hard, baby. That's the way to do it. Me personally, I been kicking it into overdrive this week. I been hittin' the gas pedal! Cycling into superhuman territory! Sleepless nights, dripping with sweat, hard work in the gym and out! It's like a burning fire's been injected into my bloodstream.

50 Cent: Sounds like something else is getting injected into your bloodstream. "Hitting the gas pedal", "cycling into superhuman territory", night sweats, injections...

Ross Vegas: Those are just metaphors dude. I supply taught a high school English class for 3 days once, I know my languages! To answer your question, hell nah man, I don't use steroids! Never even held that shit. I'm not stacking Deca and Tren and HGH or nothing. All natural, All Vegas baby! I do, however, use QUEST PROTEIN BARS. AND GATORADE. And when I work out, I always wear a TAPOUT t-shirt.

50 Cent: Glad to hear it, Ross. It's always good to find a natural athlete with a moral compass. I'm a fan of Tapout myself. Gatorade too, I always drink some before I lay down a track.

Ross Vegas: Nothing like hitting the gym in a Tapout t-shirt, drinking some Gatorade to keep hydrated, and having a Quest Protein Bar, Cookies n Cream flavored, as a healthy post-workout snack!

A disclaimer in unreadable small print flashes on the bottom of the screen, stating that Tapout and Gatorade are sponsors of the show.

50 Cent: I totally agree man. With that deadly combination, your opponents got no chance in hell in that Glass Gauntlet match!

Ross Vegas: You got it right, 50! Next Saturday night, in my place of birth, Las Vegas, Nevada, in front of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home, I will secure number one contendership to the EAW Interwire Championship! It's my destiny, dude. Vegas is gonna win in Vegas, what a story that is!

50 Cent: Yo Ross, how bout we do a little freestyle on the other competitors in this match?

Ross Vegas: I'm down.

RED = Ross Vegas, BLUE = 50 Cent

Kevin Devastation fans all across the nation

Finna see a giant fall hard, change the station

Anthony Leonhart, more like Leon soft

You look about as hard as a drag queen in a leotard

Drake Jaeger bout to take twelve shots to the head

Ain't gonna be no rematch, cus this fool be dead

Everybody loves Raymond but they hate Raymundo

Your girl bout to get a taste of the real Papi Chulo

Hurricane Hawk with the three inch cock

Ross Vegas gonna pin yo ass down that's a lock

Everybody knows that Ross Vegas rocks

But when he wins next week the whole world gon be shocked!

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 2:44 pm by **Ahren Fournier**

(Ahren can be seen sitting outside at a local restaurant just minding his own business trying to enjoy is time when….)

Interviewer: Hello, tis I the Interviewer of the stars… Jk it’s just me the normal interviewer that talks to Ahren from time to time. I haven’t talked to him in a little bit, and oddly enough I kind of miss him. So I stalked… Err I mean followed… I mean, I found him here at the local restaurant. that I just so happen to know that he goes to a lot. Lets go up and see what weird things he’ll do today, and hear his thoughts on what McAdams had to say about him last night. AHREN! AHREN!

(Interviewer starts running at him microphone in hand, you can see Ahren take a deep sigh and see him roll his eyes)

Interviewer: AHREN WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT WHAT JON MCADAMS HAD TO SAY ABOUT HIM BEING IN YOUR HEAD??!?!?

Ahren: Why are you yelling…. I’m right here.

Interviewer: That’s how they do it on TMZ… I’m auditioning.

Ahren: Ha, you’re a terrible interviewer, you’ll never make that show you fool.

Interviewer: Thanks for the bode of confidence.. Anyways what are your thoughts on your match? On Jon McAdams??

Ahren: I’m just trying to eat lunch man…

Interviewer: Why aren’t you doing anything weird?!! AHREN??

(Random fans walk up)

Random Fan: HEY YOU’RE AHREN FOURNEIRRRRRR!!!

Ahren: You’re pronouncing it wrong but.. yeah.

Random Fan 2: You’re the weird wrestler from the EAW, do something weird!!!

Ahren: I’m kind of busy right now…

Interviewer: Ahren what do you think about….

Random Fan: Do something weird man co….

Random Fan 2: Ahren c’mon do som….

Ahren: I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!!!!!

(Jumps out of his chair doing 4 backflips in a row, lands perfectly on his feet looks at all them then….)

SLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

All 3: Owwwwwww

Ahren: You all want me to do something weird??? (Pantses the first guy) Hows that? Hmmm? You too? (Grabs his drink and pours it on his head) Is that weird enough??? Get out of here!!! (They scamper away) Interviewer, what do you want, I’m bizzzyyyyyyyy.

Interviewer: Well Ahren, I just wanted your thoughts on what Jon McAdams said….

Ahren: Jon McAdams… Is a fool, why should I even dignify his response, with yet another response, when his last response wasn’t even good enough for a response, hmmmmmmm????

Interviewer: um what?

Ahren: Exactly interviewer, it confuses me too

Interviewer: Do you even know my name?

Ahren: Interviewer, interviewer.. You know we’ve done this before, and obviously I don’t know it, or care to know it… But Jon McAdams doesn’t know his interviewers name either, so if I did this bit again, it would appear that I’m copying him wouldn’t it?

Interviewer: So you don’t know my name….

Ahren: Stop making everything about you gosh..

Interviewer: WHAT?? DID YOU SAY JOSH??? YOU DO KNOW…

Ahren: Why are you freaking out right now.. I said gosh, relax, this is me time now.

Interviewer: oh… nevermind.

Ahren: You want to know my thoughts on what John McAdams had to say. Well, he thinks because I didn’t do something weird he’s in my head. Well that’s just great, so apparently when someone doesn’t feel like going out and doing something it means someones in your head. Thanks for that information I didn’t know that. Sometimes you just got to be serious for a change to show how real trill you can be, naw sayin? The fact of the matter is me going out and doing super trill things wouldn’t have gotten through to you, just like it didn’t get to Blaise Hunter. Blaise Hunter said some of the most idiotic things I’ve ever heard in my life. It made me not even want to do anything fun, I had to keep it real with him, get serious, kind of like what I did with you. So no you’re not the first person that I’ve gotten like that with, but the fact of the matter is, you look back at that Blaise Hunter match and I decimated him. You can just be another Blaise Hunter, Jon. I mean you have all the qualifications for it. Babbling incoherency, selective memory, a sense of self importance, same sentence contradictions, copy catitis.

Interviewer: Copycat Itis? Is that the medical term?

Ahren: WHAT THE HELL??!!?! (Ahren jumps back frightened) I THOUGHT YOU LEFT??! You were so quiet and didn’t say anything then you just appear out of nowhere, what the hell was that?

Interviewer: I am the night…

Ahren: HEY! YOU ARE NOT THE NIGHT… first of all its day time so that didn’t even make sense. BUT I AM THE NIGHT!! DON’T YOU FORGET THAT! No, ya know what happened interviewer, you’re so insignificient I forgot you even existed for a second, BOOM.

Interviewer: Too far L

Ahren: Shhhh (puts his finger over the Inteviewers lips) Shhhhhhhut the fuck up its my time. I mean really Jon the fact that I didn’t do anything you find is a good thing? How is that? Maybe that means I’m more focused on you than I’ve ever been on opponent before? Maybe I think you’re so dumb, and say some of the dumbest things, and I really really just want to be prepared to punch you in that stupid ugly face of yours. And hey, look at me, I didn’t even mention how hideously ugly you are! I mean damn, do you like burn once you walk out of the house? Do you have to carry an umbrella with you whenever you go outside just so you don’t get burned? Your skin disgusts me. Look at me camera man get a good look. (Camera pans up and down) You see my skin, how bronze and delicious it is? Is that sweat you see?? No its baby oil, always got to lather up before leaving the house, it’s a must. Makes all my muscles just pop, makes all the ladies swoon. You know, everything you would know nothing about? But enough about you grotesque outward appearance, and back to your inner grotesqueness. You say you’re not here for the approval of all the people, you’re here for just money.. Though you did contradict yourself later, but I’ll just focus on the first thing you said. Anyways, you went on in your babbling saying how you won rising star of the week. But like if those things don’t matter to you, why do you care? Why even bring it up? Clearly accomplishment do matter to you, and you’re just contradicting yourself again. And Interviewer

Inteviewer: Hmm? I can talk?

Ahren: No fool, just listen..

Interviwer: Oh…

Ahren: And Interviewer, did you notice how he didn’t mention anything about how he was a walking contradiction in his last promo? Selective responses, like I said. You actually have no way of backing out of what you said, because you knew you messed up big time, so you chose just not to respond. Puuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhttttthhhhhhhhetic!!!!!!!!! You are pathetic. From your disgusting pedophile mustache, to the odd way you wear your hair, to those beady little eyes. You’re just an odd man, I would be an alcoholic too if I looked like you. But thankfully I don’t. Thankfully I am the Crown Jewel of EAW, The Trillest Bat that ever roamed these lands. The Trill Fairy that brings happiness to millions of people cross the land! YOU EVEN KNOW I’M BETTER THAN YOU!!!! MUHAHAHA YOU’VE SAID IT YOURSELF FOOL. How are you going to beat someone you already know is better??? HUH??? I’m the golden boy of EAW YOU SAID IT YOURSELF. TRY to fuck with me dogggggg. Tr….. WAITTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(He stares off into the distance pointing to someone petting a dog, this dog…. Has no leash, he’s just sitting there)

Ahren: LETS GOOO! HE SPRINGS INTO ACTION, RUNNING OVER FAST AF, JUKING PEOPLE LEFT AND RIGHT.. HE STIFF ARMS SOME PEOPLE TO THE GROUND FOR NO REASON, STOPS TRAFFIC BECAUSE HE’S OBVIOUSLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANYTHING THEY’RE DOING!! (one car was an ambulance)

Interviewer: Is he seriously narrating his life right now? Is this real life?

Ahren: He gets to the trillest dog he’s ever seen in his life. Hello dog… He says as he pats this dope trill dog on the head. You know dog, I’ve never seen a dog quite has trill as you, I mean here you are without an owner clearly, no leash??? Just chillin? Letting peeps pet yo head? I could never do what you do. He gets closer to the dogs ear. He loves dog ears. And whispers.. (whisper) the trill fairy might be stopping by your dog house today you sexy beast. You know what… I want you. Come along dog, you’re mine now.

(The owner comes out of the store)

Owner of dog: Ummm what are you doing?

Ahren: Taking my dog

Owner: This is my dog

Ahren: Not anymore!!!

Owner: No.. Like.. It’s my dog

Ahren: Let him decide for himself who he wants to go with.

Owner: Uh.. sure?

(The dog sits there, loos at Ahren, looks at the owner, and then lays down and goes to sleep)

Ahren: This dog has his priorities in order, I can respect that. You can keep him, but I have visitation rights.

Owner of dog: Please stay away from my family

Ahren: Ahren Pulls out a piece of paper, turns his back on the dumb human and writes with the only utencil he has, visitation rights

Owner of dog: You’re …. Narrating your life.. I don’t know if you noticed…

Ahren: Ahren turns back around and shows the stupid human the piece of paper.

Owner of dog: You just wrote this, I heard you… and its written in crayon…

Ahren: Ahren looks at this dumbass human, and wonders if he’s ever seen a vagina before. Wondering if he knows how to wipe his own butthole…

Owner of dog: Ok well that’s rude…

Ahren: Shhhhhhhut the fuck.. He leans down back to dog… Listen dog, you stay with your owner, he clearly needs you more than I do, but I’ll be seeing you real soon…. TRILL!!

Owner of dog: no you wont..

Ahren: Ahren winks at the owner for some reason that he hadn’t entirely came up with a reason for quite yet.

Ahren: Sorry I saw a dog, anyways Jon, if that is your real name. I’m tired of your drunkenness bringing me down. So listen here future wife beater, this Monday, there’s no more talking. You already know that I’m going to win by the sound of your promos. I know that I’m going to win based off of my common knowledge. So lets just get this over with. But before I go I want to give you some new nicknames.. Mr. Contradiction Jon McAdams, The 2 ½ president of the United State of Fournier Jon McAdams.. The guy that got beat up by Ahren Fournier so bad that he was never evvveerrrr the same again… Wait doesn’t someone else already say that? Sounds familiar… Well it fit, so whatever. I’m glad you wont respond Jon, I’ve had enough of every idiotic thing you had to say, nows the time for action. I will prove why everyone, including you thinks I’m the future of this company, when I take you out of the picture. You said you won’t respond to this, but I know how much you like to stretch the truth, and be contradictory, so we’ll just see about that. Enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Rising Star of the Week.

(Ahren throws the fairy dust up in the air and “disappears”)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 10:57 am by **ThePizzaBoy**

Showdown Promo 2

The camera opens on PB laying his head on a counter with his arms wrapped around it as a thick and beardy man bustles behind it, picking up glasses and plates as he gives PB a passing glance now and again.

PB: Ugh, it was like breaking up with someone Bo. I really don't care about this Marx cat. I don't care about his existential crisis of faith in his own given last name. I don't care about what he's done to Matt Ryder. My head's in the game of winning the Answer's Championship.

Bo: I know kid. I saw the whole thing. Out of context I was beginning to feel proud of you. My little Andrew coming out of the closet-

Pizza Boy lifts his head up from the counter to give Bo a quiet glare. Bo smirks, disarming PB as he plops his forehead back on the counter with a thud.

PB: I'm not gay.

Bo: I know sweetie.

PB: You know I love you guys like family, but it isn't happening.

Bo: I know. I was just teasing you kid. You'll always be our little adopted ragamuffin delivery boy. Our first born in a way.

PB lifts his head off of the counter just in time to catch a cheek full of mush just below the eye. He tiredly wipes it off and gives a coy smirk to Bo and Tye's adopted little girl Angelhair next to him at the counter in her booster seat. She gives him a knowingly playful grin with a mouth full of gums. PB tussles her hair and props up on the counter as Bo slides a slice in front of him.

PB: This Ryan cat just seems really confused. He was a marxist, then he wasn't political. He considers me nothing more than an insignificant obstacle, but again I somehow serve as a martyr to his message...which he doesn't have...because he's a non-political atheist.

Bo: Maybe he's just jealous of your self-assured attitude and strong faith in something else?

PB: People in EAW do seem obsessed with the idea of me being some sort of 'Jesus Freak' just because I tagged and shadowed under Heart Break Boy.

Bo: Do you have faith?

PB: Yeah, I guess, but it's not about that. Not really. It's this desire in every outcast, every broken human, every wannabe somebody in EAW to somehow be something more than me. They want to cast me out, make me look crazy, make me seem like the foolish one.

Bo: Aren't you?

PB: I'm just a man.

Bo: Are you?

PB looks down at his pizza. He starts to play with the anchovies and mushrooms as he starts to talk once again without looking up.

PB: Yes and no. I mean I'm flesh and blood. I'm sure my injury rap sheet is enough evidence to close that case up water tight. I've bled for the people, I've lost with the people, and I've triumphed with the people on my side. I've strayed at times but something always brings me back.

Bo: The people?

Pizza Boy looks up with a bit of shame in his eyes as he stares at his former boss wiping down the counter the same way he'd done it for years on end.

PB: No...

Bo: Then what?

PB looks down at his own waist, clad with the EAW National Championship even now in his casual time off. He takes in his reflection on it's golden face as he stares at it's letters in search of the answers.

PB: I guess EAW.

Bo: EAW is the people.

PB: But it's not. I mean, sure, the people love EAW. They want to see it do well, see it grow and evolve into better things. I'm just trying to make sure that happens the way it should be without the Ryan Marx's of the world tainting it by trying to sculpt it into their own twisted image of what it should be.

Bo: Don't you get it?

PB: No.

Bo: You're their vessel, their avatar, their insertion into the fate of the course of EAW's history. You are them and they want to see EAW do well.

PB: Yeah, but me as champion doesn't feel like EAW doing well sometimes.

Bo: It is as long as those people see themselves in you and they want you to do the things they dream of doing to guys like Marx. That's what being a champion means Andy. It means literally championing the vocal majority in battle, doing what they want you to do, and being who they aspire to be.

PB: Nobody wants to be me.

Bo: This Ryan Marx guy does.

PB and Angelhair both give Bo a crazy look of 'are you kidding me?' across the counter. They look at each other for confirmation, and then turn back to Bo with the same expression of disbelief.

Bo: Think about it; he wants your undivided attention, why else would he cut you down to the bone so deeply?

PB: Because he doesn't care.

Bo: No. He does. He wants your attention. Remember that week Tye and I tried to sell tacos?

PB: Yeah. That was weird. What was that?

Bo: That was us trying to compete with a food car that had curbed up outside of the restaurant.

PB: Oh yeah...I remember that! Their tacos were way better.

Bo: Yes but ours were cheaper, so our loyal customers got used to the taste. Soon enough the truck left.

PB: You guys even made me dress up in one of those taco mascot uniforms and dance in front of the restaurant.

Bo: That was to get the opposition's attention and tell them that even though they were selling something different than us, they were trying to steal our business and we wouldn't have it. They got the message. They left.

PB: I miss those tacos...They had this spicy fish taco that was-

Bo: Andrew you're missing the point. We were intimidated. We shouldn't have been, but we were.

PB: So that means Ryan shouldn't be intimidated?

Bo: No, sweetie, listen. You did the right thing. You punched the right buttons and pulled the right strings with the guy. He's infuriated that a guy at your caliber is ignoring him because that means nobody else is paying attention in his mind. Quite frankly, I don't blame him. If some pizza boy turned wrestler was being hailed as a better performer than me I'd be infuriated too.

PB: Huh...kind of like the taco truck.

Bo: And the kid gets it.

PB: So what you're saying is that I should keep ignoring him?

Bo: Maybe...maybe not.

PB: Maybe not?

Bo: If you ignore him too much it might motivate him. After all, if we ignored the taco truck it'd still be here. Who knows what kind of business it'd be doing, but it would certainly reflect on our revenue in some way shape or form.

PB: So play his game?

Bo: And win.

PB: So I should go on diatribes on how I'm better than him? How I'm holding this EAW National Championship for a reason, and that I've beaten better men than him on multiple occasions?

Bo: It's a start.

PB: -and how beating up an announcer isn't anything impressive? and that I've taken on entire stables by myself before?

Bo: Uhm, yeah kid.

PB: Hasn't that all been kind of done to death? I mean, I get kind of bored prattling it off all of the time. I'm not some anime hero here. I'm just a guy whose taken a lot of damage and delivered it back tenfold in the name of justice.

Bo: Sounds kind of anime to me.

PB: So I should go all One-Punch Man and say I do this for fun? Act all nonchalant and disappointed in my conquests? Only getting angry over quick defeats and missing ramen sales?

Bo: I don't know champ. You're kinda talking over my head now.

PB stands up at the counter, throwing his hands on his gold clad hips.

PB: Yeah. I'll be like Saitama! I'll act all callow and cold toward the situation.

Bo: Ummmm...

PB: Thanks, Bo!

Bo: Uh...no problem?

PB: I'm off to One-Punch my problems away!

PB saunters off with a cartoonish confidence in his step that makes little Angelhair giggle as he exits. Bo sighs and looks on as his ward walks down the street like an idiot until he's out of sight. He glances at Angelhair. She stares back with an inquisitive, open mouthed, baby faced expression.

Bo: Think he'll live through this?

As if in response to her adopted father's doubt, another spoon full of mushed carrots flies in from off screen and pegs Bo on the tip of his nose. He looks at it cross-eyed before giggling along with his child as the camera cuts to black

Bo: OK, OK, I wont doubt your big brother.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 10:26 am by **Impact**

On Voltage, I face what is — no exaggeration — one of the biggest challenges of my career. It isn’t the man who usurped the throne and now parades around the landscape of Voltage calling himself a “King.” It isn’t the EAW Champion, Aren Mstislav. No — it is the undying object of my affections, it’s the vision in my dreams that continues inspiring me to compete at a world-class level, in fact I’d even venture to say it’s the very thing that inspires my every action and thought. It is my white whale — the possibility, dangling in front of me as alluring as it has ever been, of achieving the unprecedented and etching one final, indelible mark in history — the possibility of a seventh World Championship reign. It’s gotten to the point that I’ve become so obsessed with winning my seventh World Championship that I can’t go a single day without thinking about it. I can’t sip a cup of coffee in the morning without reflecting on all the times I squandered my chance to punch my ticket into history. I can’t shave without imagining what it would be like to feel the EAW Championship around my fingertips. I can’t walk my dog, or say hi to a stranger, or engage in any of the common daily pleasantries other civilians enjoy. Even the simplest, most irrelevant and unrelated of tasks somehow find me on the track back to thinking about winning the championship, thinking about how euphoric and monumental it’d be for me to finally drag the monkey that’s been weighing me down for so long off my back and bury my woes six feet under. Now, it’s not only about winning the World Championship — it’s about the toll my failures have taken on me. It’s about every opportunity that I squandered, every night I expected to become a highlight of my career turning into a disappointing lowlight; it’s about rising from that and being able to throw those failures and missed opportunities and lowlights and heartbreaking drives home into the ash heap of history where they belong. And I’d be lying to myself at this point if I said there was any other way to get closure; there’s not. How often do wrestlers spend their time analyzing, thinking about a match before it happens, planning for victory and having no backup plan for a potential loss? It’s like the US Presidential Elections; sometimes, the losers don’t even prepare concession speeches because to them that would mean accepting and expecting failure in something they’ve committed themselves so wholly to that they cannot reconcile the possibility of a defeat. In that same vein, I simply cannot reconcile the possibility of losing to Aren Mstislav for the EAW Championship. To Aren’s credit — and this is something I don’t say often — he’s been a fantastic champion. Every opponent he’s faced, he’s managed to conquer over them all. He did it when he stomped his boot on the back of Carlos Rosso’s head at Pain for Pride 9 and toppled over the legacy of the Classic Wrestling Federation for good. He did it when he overcame BOTH members of the dynamic duo that was Carson Ramsay and Kenny Drake in a triple threat match. He’s come a long way in his journey from the Pure Championship to the EAW Championship — and so have I. When you gaze in the looking glass, how many guys, how many wrestlers, elitists, extremist, competitors, WARRIORS have never been the same once they fell to their knees? How many guys never rose back to their feet once downed with the sword? The Colin Kaline’s and Hurricane Hawk’s of the world who fell on a sword and were never able to find their footing again? People throw around words like “resilience” and “perseverance,” or the classic, cliched favorite “overcoming adversity,” but when you think about one extremist who is defined by those words, when you think about one extremist who is defined by his will to compete and keep on rising from the grave no matter how many shovels are used to pile the dirt, who truly personifies everything they mean? If that thought doesn’t start and finish with me, all that means is you weren’t thinking at all, because nobody in this whole damn business has embodied those qualities like I have. They say you should support whoever shares your values. Do I have the same values as many of you? No. Of course not. We talk about like-minded thinkers, about unity, but looking at the crop of talent today, I can’t find any men like me. I can’t find a kindred spirit. These fans don’t identify with me, and I see that now. I’ve been blessed with newfound clarity that has opened my eyes to a world I’ve never seen before. I’ve spent my career blaming the fans for creating fake narratives, blaming my peers for pointing their fingers at me, for always thinking I’m the guilty one, absolving myself of responsibility and trying to strip people of their inalienable rights. Maybe it was all for nothing; maybe my march to six World Championship reigns wasn’t really worth it in the end, because what I thought was a never-ending ascent has now manifested itself as a plight. I never thought I’d stumble, but I did when I lost to Mr. DEDEDE at Reckless Wiring. I thought I had put that all behind me when I won the Grand Rampage, but it only led to greater heartbreak at the pinnacle of wrestling when I once again failed to capture the Answers World Championship; when I had to hear Ares Vendetta’s theme play as he hoisted the championship I longed for high above his head… While all I could do was watch.

All I could do was watch.

All I could do was watch.

All I could do was watch.

… Watch … And kneel, and grovel, take a bow, and take my hat off and tip it in the celebration of another man’s glory…

No more. I won’t watch. I won’t live in the shadow of another man’s history; permanently sequestered in the afterglow, ignored by everyone else as they laud their heroes for earning their stripes and settling their gripes. I would rather die a villain and be a winner than a hero and a loser. If I can’t have the fans on my side… If I cannot serve humbly in Heaven, I will reign in Hell. I tried to play the good soldier the past year and do what I thought was right for the greater good of EAW. I tried to revive extreme and grip authority away from the clutches of Zack Crash and “elite,” but even without him as Chairman, it has remained. No good deed was good enough. No matter my pleas, my attempts to get in the good graces of the EAW fans fell short. It seemed that every word I said turned men and women with perfect hearing deaf. It seemed that every demonstration I made turned men and women with perfect vision blind. Imagine my reaction upon coming to the realization that this whole time, it hadn’t been that they were deaf or blind; they just weren’t interested in the dream I was selling because they had already bought another. Was I not persuasive enough? Had my career-long recipe for success turned into a failure? Maybe they needed a leader with a softer, more measured tone. I didn’t know. I’d never admitted it, but I was always rough around the edges, and it seemed as plausible as anything else. Today, I’m making that admission. I am rough around the edges. I am flawed. But what occurred to me that I’d never before figured out is that all those fans and elitists that rejected my movement and rejected me as a leader thought I was fatally flawed — and I beg to differ. I’m not fatally flawed. I am wonderfully flawed. The roughness around my edges exists for a reason. Unlike so many of them, so many of you, it serves a purpose. I could never be the upstanding model citizen full of moral fiber. Nobody wanted to pull the trigger and accept me for who I was because I was never what anyone else wanted me to be. They expected me to play by their rules at all times. I sunk my fingernails into the seams of the ball and threw curveballs when all the hitters were expecting fastballs. I’m erratic. Unpredictable. They wanted me to drive straight; I took a turn. They wanted me to take a turn; I drove straight. But no matter what path I took to my destination, I took great pride in the fact that I would always arrive. Earlier this year, at Reckless Wiring, it was me who struck out on a curveball. And since then, I’ve had great nights, good nights, off nights — and yet I’ve been unable to shake the feeling that since then, something is missing. Something was stolen from me. My confidence? No. I’ve gone through worse. I bounced back and won the Grand Rampage! What could it be? My willpower and motivation? Of course not. Never have I been more prepared and physically well-conditioned to tackle a matchup than at the Grand Rampage. I was locked in; on cloud nine looking down at the ants beneath me. And then, finally, it hit me! Mr. DEDEDE didn’t steal anything from me — it was all of you, the elitists who rejected me, who rejected extreme, that failed me. It was all of you, the fans, who acted like they couldn’t decide on a preference of regimes but were NEVER in support of an extreme EAW. You all stole from me the greatest gift a man can receive; the capacity to fight for what he believes in. Because after seeing everyone I tried to help reject their liberator, turn the other cheek and walk away pretending they didn’t see me extending my arm reaching out to them, I lost the desire to fight. I lost the desire to fight for anyone or anything but myself. And even then, I remained consumed by the thought in the back of my head, “does any of this even matter?” and I questioned whether I myself was worth fighting for. Am I still the man that arrives no matter what? I had these thoughts. By rejecting me, it was you — the men — that manifested The Machine.

If I am to defeat Aren Mstislav and become the new EAW Champion, it will be because I was fighting for something. Not just boiling it down to the simplest terms of victory and defeat, but truly, legitimately fighting for something — fighting for someone, making every one punch I deliver to my opponent feel like two, predicting Aren Mstislav’s movements before he makes them and weathering the storm. That is what it means to fight for something. That mentality is what once made me the most dominant extremist in all of EAW. You can’t claim to have a never-say-die attitude and cry “Uncle!” every time things don’t immediately play out in your favor. I’ve been able to handle losses that would dismantle the psyches of other wrestlers. That isn’t by coincidence; that’s by design. I’ve doled out more than my fair share of crushing defeats. What I’ve learned is that it doesn’t matter what you go through; you should never expect sympathy. It is the rarest of beasts. When it seems like someone is concerned about your well-being? Be cynical, because they’re not concerned about you; they’re concerned about themselves. They’re concerned with how they’re going to exploit you in your most vulnerable state and take advantage. My outreached arms weren’t enough for the fans or the EAW populace. My battlecries didn’t resonate with them. My blood, sweat, and tears were observed gleefully. You all enjoyed my struggle. And I thank you for that. I thank you for opening my eyes to this new world. I thank you all for your service, because now that I’ve accepted none of you were ever with me to begin with, I finally know what I’m up against. I’ve finally learned what I’m fighting for. On Voltage, I fight Aren Mstislav for the EAW Championship. But appearances can be so very misleading, can’t they? Because this isn’t a one-on-one match. This is a handicap match. It’s me, The Machine, up against Aren Mstislav, and 20,000 of you. You. YOU. Everything… is so clear now. And I know I’m in for a hell of a fight, but I’m the one bringing the Hell to the fight.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 10:14 am by **『zakkii』**

Haruna Sakazaki's Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 4: Latent -The Unrevealed-

Scene opens somewhere in the park as we see Haruna Sakazaki walks around. She looks at the clear view of the blue sky as she begins to speak.

Haruna Sakazaki: This is it! I passed all the challenge, I overcame all the obstacles and I made it to this point and I am standing here because of my hard work to fight until the end. I don't need politics, I don't need dramas, I just rely on these fists to climb to the top. And I prove to them all, no matter who is out there claiming to rule the world, in the end these hard work will never betray. I believe, my passion and my love for this business will overcome all in front of me and I prove the world that even people think I am a weakling, I never quit until I get what I want. I showed everyone to break the caste in this division because I believe, Vixens Division is not only for the certain people, not only for a few people. Vixens Division is for all the women athletes in the world. You only need to give your heart to the division and willing to fight with all you've got. I break the boundary between those top vixens and those vixens who is underappreciated and undervalued so far once I win this title. And now, I am one step closer to grab that title.

Haruna Sakazaki: Now do you see it, Heart Break Gal? You see who I really capable of in that match last Thursday? I beat the one who you thought she was the "Future Vixens Champion" right in front of your eyes and no, that was not it, I can beat you even my energy has already been drained out from my previous match. Don't worry, I am not going to boast and brag about that victory over you just like Erica Ford who seems to overly excited to beat you like someone just won a Super Bowl. I realize myself, that victory against you is not the end of my journey. There's still a lot of homework to do from that point and I don't want to lose my focus to keep me on a roll. That match is to show you my passion that I have, that any other vixens doesn't have in that match. I showed you my unexceptional courage and will of fight that makes the one who you always call "nobody" is able to beat somebody like you. And I showed you that I can do any impossible things lay in front of me also to demonstrate you my skills. I am not that other vixens who you called "nobody" because it took more effort to take me down and beat me. This is why your fellow OG Vixens, Cameron Ella Ava put some respect on me. Now you see the reason behind it.

Haruna Sakazaki: You can say that this is a fluke victory. You can make any excuse of your defeat because believe me, it is not. I am using the advantage of your ignorance. I am taking the weak point of yours.... that's right, you have a weak point. You are not perfect, Heart Break Gal... Nobody is. And I know your weakness more than you know it yourself. Something that you never realized it always in you and you keep showing it until you finally meet me. Wanna know what it is? You keep thinking that beating everyone is easy. You keep thinking everyone in front of you can't be beaten up as easy as flicking your finger. I am not those vixens. I know beating you is hard.... therefore, I think of the way to beat you without even lowering my integrity. I already anticipate your weakness and just look at that, Heart Break Gal got defeated by a nobody like myself. This is what happened when Erica Ford beat you too. I wonder if I can use the same strategy and I don't even expect you to fall into the same pit twice. Now I know that weakness, Heart Break Gal. If you really serious to raise the prestige of that title, cover that weakness so you are not falling to the same pit for a third time.

Haruna Sakazaki: But you know something, Heart Break Gal. I am not that person who can be beaten in just one swift attack. If you want to defeat me, you have to hit me harder than you always hit the other vixens because once you hit me, I will get up again and again and again until you are too tired to hit me with another blow. And this match..... I can guarantee that there will be blood. There will be a lot of pain inside that ring and I will make sure that I will be the one who give you that. I am not afraid to bleed. I am not afraid to let people leave the bruise mark on my natural beautiful face and my smooth skin because I know, I know fully the consequences to be in this industry. Yes, this wrestling industry is hard, I am fully aware with that. I am so aware that I am still standing here for a reason. If I think this world is too hard for me, I might be already quit but no.... I can't stop. I can't stop because I am too in love with fighting inside that ring. I can't stop to give me the art of my wrestling performance in front of those people and I can't stop to live my dream and fulfill my promise to people around me that soon, I will reach to the top and give my family name a prestige all over the world. So, Heart Break Gal, go ahead..... Mock my language barrier, mock my bizarre relationship with my psychotic girlfriend because that is the only thing you can be mocked of. But you can't mock my spirit, my passion, my dedication and my seriousness inside that ring because this might be something that you don't have now. Fight me, Fight me as The Heart Break Gal who used to dominate the Vixens Division at those times and show me that you still have it in you. I am not afraid of you and I will show you who I am soon if you fight me like how strong you really were before. Come on, let's get this over with!

Haruna's expression suddenly change as the fire inside her slowly put down. She gives the camera a smile as she walks away, ending the video.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 9:25 am by **Ryan Marx**

Showdown Promo 1 – No Hard Feelings

The scene fades in and we see an empty desk, the office devoid of life. The desk has been cleared, the bookshelf behind it is looking barren save for a few hidden books in the shadows, and the whole frame feels desolate. Then, after a couple of seconds, we hear footsteps growing louder and Ryan Marx comes into the frame from the side. He places something down on his desk – one half of the smashed bottle that he cracked over Matt Ryder's head on the previous Showdown – and then he takes a seat at his desk. He looks from the piece of bottle, his newest souvenir, to the camera, a smile on his face as he clasps his hands together on the desk.

I never liked alcohol. It clouds the mind, alters a person's judgement. It makes you believe in illusions if only for a second, and then wipes away all of your memories of a certain moment in time. I have a feeling Matt Ryder won't be drinking much of it any time soon though, considering it's partly to blame for him currently being looked over by medics. He wants a match against me? Well he'll have to wait, because like I said a couple of weeks ago, I focus on the barriers straight ahead of me, the ones that are immediately blocking my path – and right now, Pizza Boy is the one stood in my way. Antsy, confused little Pizza Boy.

Ryan narrows his eyes just a bit as he stares at the camera, smile falling into a thin line.

I'll admit, I'm not a follower of politics, especially American politics. Being a non-American gives me the luxury of not having to pay much attention to what goes on Stateside in terms of politics. In fact, I'm not sure what gave you the impression that politics was somehow my dogma, Pizza Boy. Perhaps you were confused by my focus on philosophy and likened it to politics, but I can assure you that I have much less interest in the latter. Or maybe my mentions of the new era, the new age, and ultimately my new world were too much for you to comprehend without jumping to the conclusion that I was in some way politically-engaged. Or better yet, maybe you just saw my name and assumed that I followed the beliefs of Karl Marx and other Marxists verbatim. Whatever the assumption you made, you were wrong. My whole being and purpose has not been founded through my status as a Marxist. In fact, I wouldn't considered myself a Marxist, not any more. My philosophy has developed substantially from the days when I was young and impressionable, when I latched onto vague ideas that I thought resonated with me. No, nowadays I have forged my own beliefs, and it is those that give me purpose. My own individual philosophy is the reason I am here in EAW, and I will gladly correct you and your assumptions about my purpose and beliefs this coming Showdown.

But allow me to tell you my reason for wanting to 'beat you down'. It's quite simple really. I want to beat you because you're standing in my way. I said it before when I faced Tyler Parker, but I am determined to push anyone who stands in my way to the roadside, so I can continue on my path to success. And I did exactly that to Tyler. Ryder has also attempted to stand in my way, but I have ploughed through him before he could even get proper footing on my path, and so he cries to HRDO and Damien Murrow about it. You will be no different. You see, I don't have any kind of ulterior motive for fighting you, Pizza Boy. I was put in a match against you, and so you have now become my main target. You really should stop thinking the world revolves around you – just because I'm set to fight you doesn't mean I have some kind of murderous intent directed toward you. This is the business, and it's as simple as that. For someone who claims to have been through it all, you appear to fail to grasp the basics of the wrestling world. What a shame. Though if you were to become more of an issue, a bigger roadblock, then I would have a bigger reason to destroy you, wouldn't I? This wouldn't just be a Showdown match, it wouldn't remain a match between two people with no real bad blood between them. Which is why you should be careful not to give me more of a reason to 'beat you down', because you won't survive very long, not even with your volumes of experience.

Ryan snickers and then continues.

I love the jokes, Pizza Boy, I really do. You know, some people say that humour is a great way to hide nerves and fear. Resorting to such lows is an obvious giveaway that you clearly have something to be worried about, and that something isn't just the zealots that you're complaining about – that something is me. Just like so many others, you fear me, yet you don't want to come right out and admit it. You're too proud to do that. So you hide behind crude jokes, act as if you're some awkward pre-teen who always has his lunch money stolen from him. Come to think of it, it's no wonder you have so much against 'bullies' and outspoken people. You must feel so inadequate compared to these people you complain about. So what if I'm the embodiment of all of these issues you have brought up? At least I'm confident in being the embodiment of a bully, a 'zealot', a 'straight-up dick'. Because being confident in all of those flaws makes me superior to someone who wallows in his own insecurity whilst simultaneously trying to cover it up with moronic humour and ridiculous assumptions. I love being a bully, I loved smashing that bottle of bourbon over Ryder's head, and I am going to continue to love beating down all of those who aren't yet worthy of my vision for the future. I do it for your own sake. That's the truth.

Maybe when I said earlier that my reasons for wanting to beat you down were simple, I was being a little too general with them. No, the reason I want to beat you down, and the reason I have beaten down several others in such a short time is because I want to do it for your own sake. Without me, there'd be so many more people like you: awkward, insecure, whiny morons. But when I reach my full potential, when I take the influence I deserve by continuing to beat people down until I am on the highest platform I can climb to, I will change not just the world, but the people in it. By beating you, I'm helping you, just as my Five Pillars so clearly demonstrate. You need to experience true pain before you can become something better, and at Showdown I will prove that to you. This isn't just some thesis paper, nor is it the ramblings of a street preacher – this is a tried and proven philosophy that will change the world, whether you like to admit it or not.

I would hazard a guess and say that you don't like to admit to that, be it because of your antiquated creationist beliefs or because your blindness to the world around you. It's funny: you say you hate when people talk about their own beliefs and spread them around, and then try to say you don't do that whilst also bringing up your own belief in creationism – which is subconsciously spreading your belief to other people, just as much as the zealots and preachers you claim to hate do. You're more confused than you may think, which is especially highlighted by your begging for me and others to 'just go away'. That's not how the world works, and it's definitely not how EAW works. Again, you'd think a 'veteran' like you would understand that, but obviously you're more misguided than first impressions would indicate. You may not want to face your issues head on, but I love to bulldoze through any competition that stands in my way, and believe it or not I will not just go away. You won't be able to make me go away because I live beyond just my body. My mind and my philosophy will live on far past me, so you can think again about making it all go away, because now that I've made my presence known, there is no getting rid of me. Just like the torment I will inflict upon you at Showdown, I am eternal and unwavering.

So try, Pizza Boy. Try as hard as you can to make me go away. Close your eyes, cover your ears and ignore everything around you. If you choose not to care, then I will make you care. But like you said – no hard feelings. At least, not yet.

Ryan grins at the camera before turning his attention to the piece of broken bottle beside him. He goes to pick it up as the camera begins to glitch. The last thing we see is him raising the bottle fragment, as if toasting with it. Cut to static. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 4:43 am by Guest

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 3:44 am by **Jon McAdams**

Jon McAdams
The Survivor
Voltage Promo #4

I'm going to twist your ass. What?

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, Jerry, and then he says ‘Picking on the interviewer? That's me bro.’” McAdams slaps Gary on the back cackling to himself.

"Why is that ever a thing?" Gary says perplexed.

“He actually thinks that that’s HIS thing and that no one has done it before! I thought the crazy trill bat thing was an act but this man is crazy enough to spend valuable TV time QUOTING ME at me!! And claiming that he does things in his own real original way.”

Gary sniffs the bottle that McAdams is drinking out of.

“Is this… gatorade?”

“YES!” McAdams cackles to himself. “It’s funny. He cuts this promo talking about beating me up and all this whatever. You know. Real scary stuff. Talks about how I’m an alcoholic and all this whatever and does his parkour thing and hangs out with people he pays to say stupid things. You know 'His thing' and I do a thing. It’s a simple thing. I grab a camera and throw a fist full of insults at him and see what sticks. He was right, people don't just change like that. Understand Jim, I’m just trying to garner a reaction out of him. Something real and genuine and not this weird charade he puts on, but it was so much more than that!” McAdams grabs his hair with his eyes wide with joy.

“You don’t have any friends do you?”

“You’re my friend Jim,” McAdams says with all seriousness. “You’re my best friend.”

“You don’t even know my real na-”

“And don’t you ever forget it, Janet,” McAdams leans back on his chair with a smile on his face. “He dropped it all, he was actually upset. He was genuinely disgusted with the things I said that he tried to dissect what I said, and tried to break me down.”

“That’s the nail in the coffin for him, Larry,” McAdams takes a puff from his pipe. “How do you beat someone who is better than you? You make them change who they are and you make no mistake, this is Ahren at his worst. And me, I just won Rising star of the Week! A first in many amazing accomplishments with the name Jon McAdams engraved upon them. I'm literally in the best shape of my life and on top of my game.”

McAdams blows smoke out in the shape of an O and then looks into the camera.

“I’m in your head now, Ahren,” McAdams grins mischeviously. “I know how to fight you in the ring, but as you said, you’re fast, and you’re skilled. My in ring preparation might not be enough. Fine.”

McAdams shrugs his shoulders and makes an agreeable face, before taking another puff of his pipe.

“But now you’re in a different state of mind. You're where I want you to be. I just have one more thing I have to do. Get in the ring with you, and survive long enough for you to make that, oh so, fatal mistake. You're going to see my careful planning and expertise in action. And when you do, you’re gonna see the lights, and you’re gonna see stars, and you’re going to see my hand lifted up as I stand above you looking down on the 'trill bat' I’ve conquered. Than we’ll see whose jealous of who.”

“I’m so excited!”, McAdams scrunches his face and grins but their is a heavy bite to his words. “Thank you for giving me these precious moments, they are what makes victory so sweet, Mr. Future of the company. Bye bye for now, you’ll likely not hear from me again, but I'd watch my back, because you may see me before we step into that ring.”

McAdams takes one more puff from his pipe

“Come Monday night. Your dream is over.” McAdams blows smoke into the camera as it fades out.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 2:28 am by **Mike Showman**

(Inside a bar people are celebrating a Saturday with some loud music and drinks of many kinds. Boys and girls, men and women are there in numbers. Among them, two guys are discussing about EAW. They discuss about House of Glass, Dynasty and other things before their turn their attention on Voltage)

Guy #1: Jon McAdams is totally going to win. He even won the rising star award for last week. I am sure that he would beat Fourneir with ease

Guy #2: You know the match I am looking forward to? Aren Mstislav vs. Y2Impact, the no holds barred match for the EAW Championship

(While they were discussing this, another guy comes in excitedly with his phone in his hands and sprints to the other two guys)

Guy #3: Hey guys check this out, Mike Showman has posted a video in this website. Apparently he is on air heading towards Nevada and the video is posted is a reply to Black Sven regarding their match this week

(The guys focus on the phone as the video buffers to a start)

Well that was quick. I mean, I knew that people who fell in the category of Sven had no lives but quite frankly, even for those kind of people Sven pretty much ranks in the first tier. Sven, what happened? Got nothing to do? No women to fuck? No friends to have a drink with? I mean, I would totally understand if you don’t have them because for either, you need to have money. Because women get attracted to you when you flash your dollars and the same for people who immediately claim to be your best friends for life once they get the smell of money. Or am I getting to your head? Am I exposing what you really are in front of everyone? Is that why you are trying desperately with your words to prove that whatever I am saying is not true and you are more? I mean, why else would you be so obsessed with how I got my wealth? Because wealth is wealth no matter how you acquire it. Yes, I got my wealth with my father which goes on to show that my father is a wealthy man who wants his son to live like him. What has your father done for you other than giving you a bad childhood? Other than getting drunk and beating your mother and forcing you to leave your house and spend your days on the street? Yes, I am rich and no matter what you say will change this fact. Yes, there has been many rich men in this company but you err when you compare them to me. Because there are no men like me. I am a man of purpose. I came here with a purpose unlike those other so called ‘rich men’ you knew who came here only to flaunt their wealth and when they were done flaunting, they just disappeared. Even then, I would not expect you to find out the difference because you have an underdeveloped mind which is apparent from the fact that you ramble on the exact same things day after day after day as if that makes a point. No it doesn’t you idiot because it makes you look like a total immature big boy. An immature boy who is absolutely clueless when it comes to handling big people like me and to be honest, I do not blame you for that part because you have lived with sub-standard and mediocre people throughout your life and so men like me can be a bit of trouble for you especially when I expose who you really are and thus forcing you to defend yourselves by using thousands of words and more.

You know Sven, I do acknowledge the fact that there are men who are richer than me. Yes, it’s hard to believe but there are. Men more dominant than me? Perhaps. But considering the fact that your judgement is as good as a little kids on who is the better superhero of all time, I will not heed any attention to what you say. All that I can say with absolute confidence is the fact that you do not fall among those ‘dominant ‘men. Because if you would have then you would have let your actions do your talking rather than trying so hard with your words. With one of your words being ‘characters like my type’. Trust me my good man, I am no character. I am what I am and because I am so good at what I do, I don’t need to be someone else. I mean, I have money, I have girls, I have talents and so I already have what a man needs. I bet those ‘characters’ you think I am would want a character like me. Hell, you would want to be like me wouldn’t you? You would like to be wealthy like me, a man who gets whatever he desires in this world, is showered in money and doing nothing in your life. Deep down you want all that and this gives me another reason as to why you are after me so much. Dude listen, you can’t be like me but at least you can work under me. I mean that would make you close to me and increase your standard of living. You need only go and watch my bonus episode and apply to one of the jobs that I find suited to a man of your talents. Apply to one of these and I will personally forward a recommending letter to my father which will give you an edge over the thousands of others who apply daily. After that though, you kind of have to prove you work because we don’t select mediocre workforce but hey, I have every faith in you that you would pass.

Hard as it may be for you to believe but I do get tired of speaking. As I said before, speaking consumes a lot of energy and there would be spent doing productive work elsewhere, like having a wonderful sex with a hot girl. Ever been with a hot girl Sven? Unless they are satisfied more than they expect you too then you are kind of screwed. That requires energy and Sven, talking eats up energy. Plus, this is wasteful talking. I made all my points clear in the third episode of my show and by the end of the bonus episode, I even gave you an alternative career. What more do you want from me? Big words? Like “I am going to destroy you and make an example out of you” or “I am going to “I will spit in his face! As I will spit on his money!” I am not that kind of guy. I don’t speak, I do it. Last week, I did what I said I would to Carson Ramsay and he was good enough not to comment on my words like you because he realized that whatever I was talking was the truth. Either that or he was so dumbfounded by me that his tongue just refused to oblige to his words for speaking. Well either way works for me. You should learn something from that man because he might be mediocre too but a he ranks above you when it comes to the list of people beneath me. He did not stand a chance before me and neither do you. Perhaps after you are defeated, your mother can come up to you and say how much proud she is of you because you lost to Mike Showman, the man who is so dreamy and so talented. Because you need constant validation of pride from your mother. I do not need any such validation because I know that never have I done anything that has not made my family proud. Everything I do, everything I have done has and will make them proud. Oh but when I beat you, there will no pride about that because beating the likes of you is something that is expected of me. It is a normal thing and so, no pride.

You know, Voltage is not far from tonight. Perhaps you should concentrate more on what you will be doing once you get inside that ring rather that debating on who feels proud and how have I acquired my riches. Because I am ready for you. I am ready for whatever you will throw at me. Can I say the same about you? Has it ever occurred to you when you were speaking all your words that you need to prepare for the match? You know what, fuck it. Fuck you and your words because by the time Voltage is over, you might be there queuing you with thousands others for my job offers because by the time the night is over, you will lie there in the middle of the ring beaten by me. Cheers

(The video ends as the guys look at each other before discussing again)

Guy #2: This guy should win totally

Guy #1: Not necessarily, Sven is way more experienced than he is, he could totally kick Showman’s butt

Guy #3: Yeah you thought the same about Carson Ramsay and still Showman beat him

(The guys discuss more of EAW as the night goes on)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 2:26 am by **Jacob Senn**

Lucian Black… what I can say about you. Everyone my want to believe that this is purely about the World Heavyweight Championship, but it’s not. There’s more to the story and I’ve stated this before. I’ve voiced my grievances about Lucian and him being the champion, but let me say that it’s always been a bitter feeling being around Lucian Black. It’s not jealousy, it’s not envy, it’s just a man like me has grown tiresome of seeing respect being given on a silver platter to a man that bitches and moans constantly on the direction he’s heading in. Even when he holds the richest prize in EAW history, he still complains about not being the man he wants to be. He wants to be the greatest, wants to be a hunter of the men that once slain, he can make sure that he’s the best man on the roster. However, I want him to know that he needs to stop fooling himself. He needs to quit pretending and start living in reality and the reality of the situation is that at House of Glass, his time as champion is up and his fantasy will begin to start crumbling around him. It will be like an avalanche from a mountain that will consume him and he won’t be able to return from it. For what I hate most, is the idea that Sebastian Monroe has laid into your mind to make you believe. I hate this idea that you’re Dynasty’s Champion, the EAW World Heavyweight Champion, and the best on this brand because you’re not. You’re a fraud that stands around and pretends to be that, playing a part that has been given unto you, but you’re not that man. You’re not the man that has represented this place to the best of his abilities, you’re not the man that has proved time and time again why he should be on top of the mountain around here, but you’re just a man that took advantage of the people he stood by on his war against Zack Crash. Sebastian chose you because you were the one that he could manipulate, that he could don as the hero that Dynasty needed, but Dynasty doesn’t need that. What Dynasty needs right now is a man that can stand and be the greatest, a man that can take on anyone and everyone and put an end to them, and that’s what I’m going to do. I haven’t been able to do that because of men like you that have been dragging me down and making me forced to placate to you, but that’s over! Now, I remember what I am and I’m the face of this place! I’m The Punisher, an indestructible force of violence that will do whatever it takes to rise as the champion, and that’s what I will do at House of Glass! You want to know why? It’s simple. I’ve been the best man on Dynasty since the very day I stepped foot on here when I was ousted out of Voltage because of how much of a threat I was to Zack Crash and his plans. Hell, I’ve been the best since stepped into this business and ever since then, I’ve been painted as a villain because of a couple of reasons. I have been despised because of the talent that I bring in this business and someone saw something in me that they didn’t see in any other person on this roster, especially Lucian Black. No one wants to admit it because their fragile egos will be hurt if they do, but I’m THE FACE OF DYNASTY! WHEN OTHERS HAVE LEFT AND DECIDED THAT IT WOULD BETTER FOR THEM TO NO LONGER REPRESENT, I STAYED! MEN LIKE BRIAN DANIELS, TYLER PARKER, XAVIER WILLIAMS, AND MORE, THEY ALL LEFT DYNASTY FOR THEIR OWN SELFISH ASPIRATIONS, BUT JACOB SENN? HE STAYED THROUGH IT ALL! He waded through all the filth, the disrespect, and laughter that people wanted to make at my expense, but he stayed and he continues to stay because of what he built here! I built something here, fought to keep it, and I will NOT let it be tarnished by anyone, including you! That’s a damn fact!

Now, I’ve held a number of accolades in this company. EAW World Championship, EAW Elite Championship, tag team champion, tournament winner, beaten some of the biggest names on the biggest stages, but none of it matters. The gold itself doesn’t matter, but it’s what you do with the championship that matters! What’s the great chosen Lucian Black done? Defeat a meaningless former champion and a wasted King of Elite? At the end of the day, I intend to bring a power shift and change to this business that is needed. Inject it with a dose of excellence from the true face that runs this place, not some depressed puppy that had to attempt to use me as his stepping stone. For let’s be honest, Lucian, that’s what you used me for when you wanted me to align with you. You wanted to use me to raise your stock with Sebastian Monroe to make it seem like you were on my level, but you’re not. You can’t touch me, NOBODY CAN TOUCH ME IN THAT RING AT ALL BECAUSE OF HOW GREAT I AM! I’m the man that made Dynasty something, I’m the man that constantly tries and carries this brand to greatness, but all I’m met with is mediocrity and open palms desiring a handout! There’s NO HANDOUTS HERE! Actually, there shouldn’t be any handouts, but Lucian Black was given a handout because of his affiliation with Sebastian Monroe and the amount of time he’s been in EAW… or more like in and out of EAW. Lucian was rewarded that championship because Sebastian needed a guy to represent the brand and he fit the mold, not because of talent and ability. He was spoon-fed something that didn’t belong to him, BUT BELONGED TO ME! Once he won that World Heavyweight Championship, he flushed all the value of that championship down the toilet! Now, when I decimate Lucian inside the glass prison of Glass Wallz, I will restore the prestige and value that championship once had! Instead of being given to someone that can’t handle the pressure of being champion, I’ll take the weight and run with it in spite of all of the people that have decided to criticize me for what I’ve done! Sebastian Monroe should have walked up to me, told me that I would be the one to get a rematch at Scott Oasis because of the controversy that went down against me at Pain for Pride, and apologized to me for even thinking about adding a punk like you into a match. For this match may be about the World Heavyweight Championship, but it’s also about you proving yourself to be the best. I’ve been a foe that you’ve never been able to conquer, that you’ve never been able to stand over and claim victory, and it won’t change. I’m the most arduous challenge you will have in your career and just like the Greek heroes that you would love to mold yourself after, you will meet a tragic end within the glass prison. At House of Glass, it won’t be just me facing you to lay claim to being World Heavyweight Champion, but it will be you CHALLENGING THE FACE THAT RUNS DYNASTY AND EAW AS A WHOLE AS THE GREATEST WRESTLER TO STAND IN THAT RING!

Lucian, you dare try and disrespect me and what I’ve done in this business, treating me as if I didn’t bring you up to the stature that you’re at right now, because what you should be doing is what the rest of the people should be doing. They should be kissing the ground I walk on, dropping to their knees in adulation to my name, AND SHOWING ME THE DAMN RESPECT THAT I DESERVE AFTER WHAT I’VE DONE AND GONE THROUGH TO REMAIN HERE ON DYNASTY AND FIGHT FOR WHAT I BELIEVE IN! I’VE BUSTED MY ASS CONSTANTLY, CONTINUOUSLY, AND I HAVE GOTTEN NOTHING FROM IT! All I hear is the disrespect from everyone on this roster, everyone trying to chastise me from doing something they would’ve done in a heartbeat! They want to pretend that they don’t place themselves before anyone else, they want to try and placate to people and pretend to be humble, but at the end of the day, they’re just as guilty as I am! You cheer them, praise them, but when it’s a man like me, you want to hate me! So with that, I will send all of your heroes and chosen elitists through torture that they can’t stop, starting with Lucian Black! Lucian, I will be merciless and destroy you until you disappear back into the hype which you came from, back to the days where you were the bitch on Demon’s Council like Xavier Williams was. I will be relentless and bury you in the ground until I know that you and the rest of these people have realized that I’m the face of Dynasty and nothing else! So, I want you to do one thing for me before we meet inside of Glass Wallz.

Say goodbye to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship, Lucian, because it’s going to be THE FACE VERSUS THE DISGRACE AT HOUSE OF GLASS!

Re: EAW Promoz! October 8th 2016, 11:01 pm by **Black Sven**

Poor feeble mind that stands out like a pain in the ass. Poor excuse for a wrestler that sits on top because his daddy has money. Looking at the situation isn't it kind of odd? Someone like Showman has all the ego in the damn world and a pillar of sand and salt to hold himself high. But the question is for how long? For how long can this poor excuse for a wrestler drag it's own condition out? In his own grandeur he puts himself above anyone, like that hasn't been done before. Like there haven't been people with a lot of money in wrestling before. It doesn't matter if the money came from their work along the years or if it came from their parents. It's a show done so many times before, a rerun of the same boring TV people had enough.

So has there been another person as rich or even richer than Showman? Yes. Has there been someone dominant like him? Quite frankly, yes they didn't need their parents money. Has there been someone with his level of charisma? Yes, a rock! I nevere knew that putting your head so far way up your ass can make you into such a creature! But you learn something new everyday. There is a reason why characters like this "rich-arrogant" type doesn't really exist that often. Some people just aren't made for wrestling! But in this case someone like Showman...can stay in wrestling as much as he needs. Never working a day in your life might be fun, right? Doing nothing all day and having your daddy shower you in money only to compensate for the lack of a father model in his life. Is this the new type of male wrestler? Then I guess the new type of female wrestler can not only beat the shit out of him but also turn him into her bitch. But this only remains to be seen. Far greater men have fallen before in front of bigger challenges, lesser men fall to easy sweep, making someone like you lose to someone like me! Because it happened before with better men and it will happen again!

It's quite interesting that Showman gets tired of speaking, never heard that one in my life before. But each to his own in the end. I mean who knows what kind of condition he might suffer, surely not reality. Rather than speaking he would rather fuck some random whore or whatever passes as female to him, a man has needs in the end. I don't doubt that he is a customer to the same regular slut that keeps all his secrets and all his bad memories from his childhood. You might say that I'm just bullshiting this up and indeed you might be right. But tell me you don't see what I just said on his face! When the evidence is clear enough on the look of his face, what else can I say? I know! A lot more! Because come Voltage I will take this man to the ride of his life! Not only that but I will show him what a mistake it was to base all his life only on his daddy's money!

I will spit in his face! As I will spit on his money! I have left this company long ago to become a better man! And I have managed that with my trials and tribulations, and men like Showman have passed my face before! And thats all they where in the end, passing faces! And I am supposed to be scared of them! When they walk around like empty nevrotic shells trying to manage a way to survive for one more day! They survived with their body, money can buy alot, but in their essence the passion for wrestling died! Do you know what that is? Passion for wrestling? I guess you don't, seeing as your father shoved so much money up your ass. Tell me is your mother proud of you? Not your step-mother, the real one that gave birth to you and that looks at you now. Is she proud of how you came to be?

I once walked around on glass in this company. Now after leaving and coming back I do what I see best fit! If my blunt words expose anything, that is that I changed for the better and that I have taken everything to a new level! No more playing around! No more hiding! No more face paint! Just a mask to cover what needs be not known! I have given up on begin a character in a play, but most haven't! Most people that come now are just that! Supporting cast in this play! Another replaceable cog in this machien that EAW turned into! After everything I learned it now has come down to me to make the cleaning up that is need in this company! So Showman, throw your money all around, I will spit on them and I will piss on them. That only to show you how much it really matters for me that you are so rich because your daddy. So buy ten more bodyguards! Buy them all! I will leave them all broken and bleeding! And you will suffer a thousend deaths a thousend times, each time far worse than the one before it!

Re: EAW Promoz! October 8th 2016, 10:45 pm by **Ahren Fournier**

(Ahren Fournier can be seen sitting on his couch at his humble abode, shaking his head in his hands unamused)

So like, here’s Drunk McAdams back with another installment of drunk tales from the crypt. Slurring his words and shit, get it together, you’re falling a part, the match hasn’t even happened yet and you’re going downhill. But I see you tried to take a more serious approach of things, because you realized that I realized you were trying to be me. That and I mustve hit a nerve because people don’t change like that over night… Unless it’s Phoenix Winterborne, and how did that go for him? Not… not well. All I was saying was lighten up and stealing what I do, picking on the interviewer? That’s me bro, but hmm, guess I got to you, and what a change that was. May I ask you a question Drunk McAdams? When did I ever say that you did this so you could get people to like you? I never said that, I just thought you were an incoherent babbling moron that’s frightened to be in the same ring as me. And it didn’t take a genius to see that. We’ve all seen how you acted the very first time you addressed me, you were all over the place, slowly but surely you became more and more nervous about this Monday, and the more and more you got drunk to dull the feelings of fear. That’s ok, fear is a natural reaction when having to get in the ring with me, so I get it. The problem with that is though, it won’t win you any matches. Then you go onto make assumptions about why I do this, and tell ME the reason why I am a wrestler. Like who do you think you are? Putting words in my mouth, acting like I am not the sole propriety of Planet Fournier that matters. Like I don’t have the only thoughts that matter? Please, yeah right. No I don’t do this for fans, I do this because it’s fun, I enjoy doing this. I get paid to make fun of people and then beat them up afterwards, what could be better? And still moonlight as the trill fair batman aqua man man, what could be better? We all have our reasons for doing what we do, some are worse than others such as yours. I mean working for a paycheck, how much more miserable could your life get? That’s when people start committing suicide, and hating their jobs so they go home and beat their wives. And judging by your character of being a drunk, being a wife beater as well wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility. I mean you already seem to be a dreadful human being to be around. No original thoughts, always berating someone saying how great you are, pfft grow up. But wait everyone because after he said he just does it for money, he goes on to say this… “I do this to survive. I do this because this is what I have to do, and if what I have to do is ruin you to secure my spot in this place then that is exactly what I will do”. So like which is it? Do you do this to survive or do you do this for money? Or do you do it for the alcohol? How are you going to ruin me when you can’t even complete a thought without changing your mind mid way through?. Like I just can’t get over how drunk you are during these things; do you have any self control at all? Who am I wrestling this Monday on Voltage? Am I wrestling this drunk bafoon that can’t even walk down the ramp? Is someone going to have to hold you up before I drop you on your head? Where are you getting all these random thoughts, and feelings that don’t even make sense? Ok first it’s you know me and you know how good I am so you’re fucked ok. Then now you don’t know who I am, you didn’t hear about me until you were put in a match against me, and now you think I’m really good. Then you think I’m the future of the business because you think I’ll be handed everything. Excuse me? What have I been handed exactly? How many opportunities have I been given in this company? 1? I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that sounds like being handed anything. And that 1 opportunity was against like 5 other guys, so it wasn’t really a given either. You have it all wrong, you think you know me, you think you know how this place works, but you don’t. But then the confusion continues, you talk about shooting? I don’t even know what that means. I don’t know, I just want to quote you on this last one though.. “I find it confusing that you think you’re so good that you’re going to steamroll me. That you’re going to drag my name through the dirt and then take me down so quickly it tells me this. Youhave a clue who you’re dealing with. I am like no one you've ever stepped in the ring with, and I promise you, you're going to find that not taking me seriously will be a most grave offense”. You understand how little sense this sentence makes right? You find it confusing that I think I’m so good, and that I’m going to beat you.. Why? Isn’t that how everyone’s mindset should be? If you don’t think you’re the best, or can be the best, then what’s the point of even coming to work? You’re wasting everyone’s time. You need a winners mindset here to be a winner. But you said, in the very next sentence… After saying it confused you why I thought I was good and was going to beat you remember? That me saying I’m good and will beat you is telling you that I know that you are good. Then… You said that I’m not taking you seriously? You are so incoherent I have no idea how you even were sitting up right. You’re so incoherent I’m confusing myself after repeating what you said. First of all, I already told you that I’m taking you seriously, so no clue where you got me not taking you seriously from. And this is coming right after you saying that it shows you that I know you’re one of the best I’m going into the ring with…. So like… the confusion is on both side pal, no clue what you’re saying. The contradictions in that one paragraph alone were pretty wild, so good job with that.

Phew, ok I’m done with this moron for now, I’m going to take Advil and gonna find a sloot to bang. Yeah I know, I didn’t go out and do something crazy or trill this time around, sometimes Ahren Fournier likes to just hang out, and make fun of incoherent drunks. I’ll try to go out into the world next time, but until then, stay sober San Diego.

(Camera fades to black yo)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 8th 2016, 9:48 pm by **Ryan Savage**

I-I Love-EAW...

I-I-I Love-EAW...

Those were the words enough to convince me to come back to this God forsaken place known as EAW. While I was away watching everyone succeed and take my place at the top, I couldn't help but feel the hint of jealousy rearing it's ugly head into my soul. Week after week I have heard breaking news after breaking news that something monumental has happened here while I was away. I've heard that the landscape has changed with the Vixens now having their own exclusive show, to the rise of the "new generation" becoming stars and also seeing guys like Aren becoming World Champion and headlining a Pain For Pride and also hearing that my former brother, DEDEDE moving on becoming a Hall Of Fame Champion, and now living a peaceful life with Tarah Nova. So many things has changed while I was away, I couldn't help but reflect back at my old career, thinking about the things I have done to my enemies, to my use to be friends. Those memories within itself brought a warm comfortable feeling to my heart and also reignited a hunger that has been dormant inside of me. That very hunger brought me so much emotions that I have forgotten about over the years prior to my debut and made me revisit all the feelings I had. Jealousy, Despair, Pride, Wrath..all of it had my blood boiling and it made me realize that I had unfinished business here. I was a former Young Lions Cup Winner, Former New Breed Champion, Former Pure Champion and Former Tag Team Champion..I have accumulated those accolades in under a year when I debuted in this company. I didn't do it for the sake of notoriety, or to be famous. I did it because the people who were holding those titles were the people I wanted to hurt the most, and now that I've came back to this company, I'm looking to do all of it all over again. Philly Kid, have you ever experienced fear? Do you know what it's like to stare at your predator not knowing what the outcome will be? Your life is in the balance, and I promise you that this isn't going to be some walk in the park because I'm going to do what I've always done best...and that's to hurt people. Remember, I'm not doing this because I hate you..I'm not doing this to climb myself up the ladder of this company. I'm only doing this because I love to indulge in my addiction. May the hunt begin.

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