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Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2016, 2:13 am by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Empire Promo #1

“Sloppy Seconds”

(The camera opens to Cloud leaning against a wall in a dark room with a hood over her head. She quietly drinks from a water bottle for a full minute before speaking.)

Thursday Night Empire, the first ever Vixens-exclusive show in EAW’s ten year history. The general manager is the longest reigning Vixens champion in history. Know what what else is historical? The day she was retired...by me. You see BB-8, no matter how much you flap those non-existent lips of yours, the truth remains the same: you’ve entered the Lair of the War Queen. Thursday nights will be the battleground in which I take my rightful place as the Queen of Fighters, the “true” Goddess of Puroresu, the true uncrowned and UNDEFEATED Empress of Elite. Yeah, I took it there. Keep cheesing off that victory Maddie handed to you. You, nor anyone else in that tournament managed to pin or submit me. Matter of fact, the last woman to do that is no other than the false empress, the heretic, Cailin Dillon. Matter of fact… (counts on one hand) very few women in this company has managed to pin me and I have yet to tap out. While you on the other hand have grown used to the idea of a train of losses being run on you daily. I feel sorry for Nas, who has to settle for Rhyse’s sloppy seconds, which in turn you’re settling for Azumi’s while Haruna is settling for Nas’ (shrugs). Then again, Carson is having mine so whatevs. Or is it Phoenix? Or Tarah? Hmm, I wonder what Brett Kennedy thinks of Aren having his?

And people say my love life is complicated (takes a sip).

Your momentum has done more than come to a complete halt BB-8, it has frozen on my command. As long as I roam the Land of The Elite, your career will stay in its current place. That’s the influence I wield in this division. Not through the power of the brass, but through sheer fucking will. Nova is nothing but shards of broken dreams, and Kendra is just a false prophet just like her fellow Hall of Famer Ms. HIATCH-BEEEE-GEEEE-AH! (chuckes) aka the Dean of Tryhard University. Let me not lose sight though- you’re my opponent BB-8, along with Raven Le- I mean Autumn Raven aaaand...wasn’t Ruby Coops on ya squad? (shrugs) Whatevs. Whoever they send will fall by my hand. Another day, another battle to be won. Le sigh…

Let us address the diarrhea that came out of your mouth earlier this week shall we? A long time ago, a little spoiled brat felt betrayed and wanted to exact revenge, which she was in her right to do so. In my guilt, I subconsciously gave the runt what she wanted on a warm night in Tokyo. What has she done since then? Nothing. Just like you haven’t done shit since your debut. As for my fearless leader, he lost because he wasn’t willing to lay everything on the line to get what he claimed he truly wanted. He believed in the idea that he was an actual champion...and it made him complacent. Yes, I’m talking shit about my boss. It’s a free country and I’m Stephanie mother- “Cloud” - fucking Matsuda and I say whatever the hell I want! (spits) If he has an issue with it, he knows where to find me. As for Nas losing to a man I could beat in my sleep, I give two shits about that. “But Cloudy you couldn’t-” where is Aren huh? Nowhere to be found just like his pink wench who can only stand up to me in tag matches. One thing I can respect about you BB-8 is you stood up to me. You didn’t pin me, but you stood up to me. In my book, that makes you more of a warrior than that Judas ever was. You claim your man wasn’t just fighting for himself...so I guess he dropped the ball for the both of you Birds of a feather I guess… (shrugs)

Tell Charlie Brown to quit Carlos Rossoing through life and maybe he’ll get somewhere. (laughs)

Mao’s gonna hate me for that one...oh well. I make her millions of dollars. I’m surprised she’s not trying to smash now that I think of it…

As you can clearly see BB-8 I don’t give a shit. Neither about the above mentioned people, you, or your shitty 99 cent redesign. I wiped my ass with better paper than the blueprint you came up with thinking you can turn your luck around. Before you yap those ugly ass lips...just know and understand this:

I stole Cleo’s career.

I stole Kendra’s street cred.

I own Tarah’s pride.

And I’m the only woman on this roster to ever take a championship from our esteemed Empress....who by the way is wearing Aria’s sloppy seconds. Think about that for a moment... (starts walking forward)

Better than Cleopatra.

(step)

Better than Kendra.

(step)

Better than Tarah.

(step)

Better than Bae.

(stops inches from the camera)

Better than you.

Maybe after I retire from being queen, you can have my sloppy seconds.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2016, 1:21 am by **Aria Jaxon**

SANDCASTLES -- SPOKANE, WASHINGTON.

“Every promise don’t work out that way.”

That Beyonce quote was the first one that popped into my head when you talked about promises, Cameron. I’m a big girl. I can own up to the times I haven’t quite gotten the job done. I don’t make excuses. I don’t beat myself up. I don’t ponder the what ifs. I just press on, and I’m better for it. I put all the frustration I could’ve potentially had built up after losing at Pain for Pride, and I channeled it into a brand new opportunity. If I hadn’t learned to compartmentalize shit, I highly doubt I’d be the Young Lions Cup holder now. Come to think of it, if I psyched myself out after every loss, I wouldn’t be half the wrestler I am now. I wouldn’t have ascended the ladder as quickly as I did. The failures, they’re never pretty, and they never feel particularly great. But my returns to form are always infinitely more spectacular than any hiccup I’ve made, and that’s something I can take pride in. It’s the kinda train of thought that everyone here should adapt, ideally. I’ll admit, this mindset doesn’t make me special, and I know that. I’d go out on a limb and say any successful person in EAW has conducted themselves in largely the same way, and yes, this includes you. You’re right, I’ve broken promises to my fans before, and I have had to deal with that, but I’m not the only one between the two of us that has had to eat her own words on one occasion or another. You’ve made some lofty promises ever since returning to Vixens competition full time, and I think now, after all these months, it’s finally starting to get to you that you haven’t done all that you set out to do. After all this time, you finally have this clarity, and it’s what fuels you. I’m a pawn to you, but I don’t take it personally. It wouldn’t have mattered who you wound up facing this week, you’d still have had this mini-epiphany and seen a victory on Empire as a way to get back to wherever it is that you wanna be. You’d be vowing to knock over whatever woman was there, so I know that attitude isn’t restricted to me and me alone. All that makes it different is that there actually is some history between you and I. We see that last match we had together a lot differently, don’t we? That night in Anaheim was when I punched my ticket to Triple Threat. It was another rung on the ladder that I was all too happy to climb. For you, you say it was when you feel like you started losing traction. I never would’ve guessed. You’re saying to me now that you feel like that match had the potential to kick off a near-downward spiral for you, but you could’ve had me fooled. Outward appearances would dictate that next to nothing had changed in you ever since then, but I guess it’s better late than never. I’m glad you feel good about this match. I’d hate to have to face you at anything less than your absolute best, regardless of whether or not I feel like my best can topple your best. Whether or not you find what you’re looking for has yet to be seen. I, for one, think it’s pretty likely that you’ll get back up to that pedestal you placed yourself on for how long. It’s just a matter of how long it’ll take. There’s no way to say. All that I can guarantee now is that your path back to greatness is NOT about to go through me. I’m not a well-placed obstacle waiting to be surpassed by you, Cameron. You wanna beat me to reconcile whatever feelings you’ve got bubbling under the surface and to repair your screwed up thought process, but I can’t let that happen. I WON’T let that happen. You got this all fucked up if you’re looking for a remedy through defeating me. I sure as fuck didn’t come to Empire to lose.

Evolution has been the story of the Vixens as a whole for over a year now. Collectively, the women of EAW have made leaps and bounds, and just when it seems like we’ve reached the summit, we raise the bar even higher. Having a division even active enough for that now-infamous Pain for Pride 8 match probably seemed like the glass ceiling to some people. But then, Empress of Elite happened the first time around, followed by the introduction of the Specialists title, the Vixens Cup, the creation of Empire and many dazzling milestones and firsts sandwiched in between all of those mile-markers. You’re right, Cameron. Times are changing rapidly, and it’s like, every time we blink, there’s something new to marvel at. Things are moving a mile a minute, and the changes made to the Vixens division haven’t been merely cosmetic. For all intents and purposes, the division has been shaken to its core. If the changes were just skin deep, you’d have been able to slide back into your spot as queen bee with next to no trouble, but for what feels like the first time...you finally admitted how much things have changed, and the challenges presented to any woman who wants to keep her head above water in this division. You acknowledged the shift. FINALLY. You said out loud what I’ve been saying to you for months. Yes, Cameron, you’re great. I can’t take that away from you. You’re without question one of the best competitors I’ve ever been in the ring with, but you’ve been your own worst enemy whether you believe it or not. You’ve been stuck in your ways. Yeah, HBG and Kendra have too, but obviously, there must be something they’ve done differently if they’ve fared better than you have in today’s climate. As long as it’s taken, you’re finally realizing that you played a bigger role than anyone else in this backslide that you’ve hit. I’m just a convenient target. I just happen to be in the way. I’m one of the ones that are being zeroed in on. I can hear it in every word you say. There’s that conviction, where you’re vowing that your days of not meeting your own standards are over. I don’t know what to tell you. End your streak of bad luck, if you want, but you won’t be doing it at my expense. It’s caught me off-guard that you’ve even begun to say that I’m a good wrestler, but yet...you’re still demanding I prove myself to you. You want me to prove to you that I’m not the same girl who, as you put it, fell flat on her face back at Fighting Spirit II. I rolled the dice getting into that war. Ashten Cross put up the fucking Bat Signal, and I answered. I didn’t have to, but I felt obligated to, and bless our hearts, it wasn’t enough that night, but I have nothing to be ashamed of. With all of that fresh in my mind, I STILL gave you the fight of a lifetime back at the Vixens Cup. I thought having gone to war was something that I’d buried down, but if you wanna bring that up for me, then fine. Let’s dredge it up. As we stand here now, I’m not the same girl who swung trash can lids and light tubes for the sake of tryna save Voltage. All the same, I’m not the same girl who won Empress of Elite so early on, I’m not the same girl who was bloodied at Road to Redemption, I’m not the same girl who caught you by surprise all those months ago, and why? Because I change. Constantly. And no, maybe the changes have never been drastic enough for you to appreciate, but that’s okay. We can’t all undergo massive reworkings like Azumi or Madison. I’ve switched up my approach ever so slightly whenever the game called for it, and that is why I know I can handle you because your legend has grown stagnant and my prominence rises with every day that passes. If you’re so intent on writing a brand new chapter in your career, more power to you. That chapter opens on Empire, and sadly for you, it begins with a loss against me.

You were never the victim in this story, Cameron. I don’t know if that was how you viewed yourself, but it certainly wasn’t how I’ve grown to see you. It’s never been how I saw myself in this scenario, either. No matter what I do, no matter how well I do, and no matter what records I break, you’ll probably never see me being on par with you, and I’ve long since come to accept that. The idea that I have to prove myself to you is just that -- an idea. I have nothing left to prove to you after the run-ins we’ve had. You wrote those matches off as “good fights” in one breath and then said our last match changed the trajectory of your career in another. It’d appear you haven’t totally made up your mind, but it doesn’t make much of a difference to me. This illusion in your head that I’ll never measure up to you is bound to be broken. It’s as doomed as a sandcastle on the beach during high tide, the seconds ticking down until it’s washed away for good. You’re free to begin writing your story again, Cameron. I wish you the best of luck with that, I really do. How it ends is up to you. The beginning just won’t be a happy one.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 22nd 2016, 12:44 am by **Dead End Bride**

Empire Promo #3: BITCH, IM ABOUT TO BLOW UP!

Hey, this is a song for my haters

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Ha, bitch I'm about to blow up

Bitch I'm about to blow up!

****Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.****

Well done, Tarah. I was expecting the arrogant nonsense that you would put out to say to me almost to the letter. Well done. I’m glad that you didn’t let me down.

Over the last two years, I’ve seen a lot of people come and go in EAW. There have been decent friends, retired legends like our new General Manager Cleopatra. I’ve wrestled the person I modeled my wrestling career after, my best friend, and probably the biggest rival I’ve ever had in Veena Adams. But there has never been a person that I have been waiting for the absolute longest to shut the fuck up is Tarah Nova. No matter when, no matter how hard I’ve tried to be respectful and friendly, the so called leader has done nothing but be a conceited little bitch.

I know that you have beaten me the last few times we have gotten in to the ring, but you act like beating me at the time that we have faced off was such an accomplishment. You say that you’ve been scouting and all that right? Have you been studying the tapes…like at all? I’ve always been a risk-taker. Hell, I had Azumi Goto as a tag partner when everyone thought she was Haruna’s little sister. Whoops…. broke the fourth wall again. ANYWAY, you should know by now that I’m kinda fucking nuts. I’ve done things in wrestling rings that should have left me dead, but like that old poet once said “…and STILL…I RISE.”

I’ll get back to some of this stuff that you’ve talked about me later but at the moment I want to address the title that you have put on yourself: The “LEADER” of the Vixens Division. Which frankly is dumb enough to be on par with Haruna’s saying of calling herself the “heart and soul” or whatever of the Vixens division since we all know little Haru-chan has zero heart whatsoever. That’s why Cailin took the fucking Specialists Title her in like two weeks and beat her in all the rematches they had. What exactly are you leading these days, Casper? Are you leading in bad skin complexion? Because lately, not to say that you’re falling off or anything but it seems like you’re slipping. Not that you weren’t just the specialists champion a while ago, but that’s mainly because until the tournament they frankly didn’t really give you much in the way of challengers that I recall. You’re not the Vixens Cup holder. You’re not the Young Lions Cup holder. You’re not the Empress. You’re not the General Manager. You’re not the Vixens World Champion and certainly not the Specialists Champion. Okay…. I’m not any of those things either, but I’m not the one calling myself a leader, am I?

I have compiled a list of things that you are the LEADER of in EAW but amazingly enough, Vixens isn’t one of them:

Getting the Beef injection from DDD.

Pointless Twitter Posts, surpassing even myself for the lead in this.

Photographs taken while sticking your tongue out.

Losses to Kendra Shamez.

Piggybacking the Formation’s success to somehow translate to your leader narrative\

Vitamin D deficiency…. unless by Vitamin D you’re substituting the aforementioned Beef Injection from DDD as a new source.

Poorly timed tweets about Lucian Black’s ass.

Winning 9 vs 1 handicap matches. I still can’t believe everyone just stood there and watched you pin haruna but hey, that wasn’t my hill to die on at Pain for Pride….

Cute nicknames for her opponents.

Not doing so hot in EAW tournaments.

Dating Zack Genesis. Yeah, wasn’t that an actual thing for a while? You damn sure know how to pick em out, champion arm candy for a former champion!

Black clothing. You’re definitely the leader in this, no question. I wear black but you wear it seemingly EVERY FUCKING DAY.

That’s about it. See, Vixens didn’t make the list. Not to say that you’re a diminishing talent but as not a champion or any holder of anything other than some self-proclaimed bullshit that you thought would look cool as a T-shirt logo you have no right to call yourself that. Are you better than me? Probably. Have you had the better career? No question. No one is ever going to dispute your talent. But what I will dispute is you writing me off as if I have no wrestling skill whatsoever. This “dead piece of meat” on the side of the road doesn’t go away as easily as you would hope. I’ve taken more beatings than a crash test dummy and still I’m here. People have literally attempted to kill me in EAW but time after time after time I resurface. Maybe I look a little different. Maybe I walk talk and behave a little strange. Maybe I’m not on the posters like you. That’s cool. It’s also cool that you think I’m not worth your time. I’m used to that honestly. And it’s fine. Because I have a thing for proving people wrong. In fact, the only thing that I’m absolutely desperate about doing on Empire is proving you wrong. I am more than capable of competing with the likes of the Empress and the Leader. What makes it so different than all those other times you have faced me? Well…nothing in particular. Shit, it’s not like I have the magic pixie dust from peter pan sprinkled all over myself. It’s the same person, the same wrestling ability. There is one minor difference from those previous meetings to this one: back in the day I used to worry so damn much about people thought of me and how I wrestled I never took full time to just sit back and enjoy the moment.

I’m glad that you’re somewhat confident about your chances to beat me. I’m also glad that you have not even the simplest of respect enough to say my name in a face to face conversation. I just want you and Cailin to know that especially now that We all have our own show to entertain the world every week that I’m not going anywhere. I am that cockroach that scurries about in the ruins of a nuclear war in those movies on TV.

I’m not talking down to you, Tarah. I’m talking upwards towards that comfortable seat that you sit on upon Mount Olympus with your beau and the Formation Girls and Lucian Black and Aren Mistislav and all your friends sit on. Just know that I’m not afraid of lightning. I’m already dead, remember? I don’t mind poking the bear in this particular case. I want to see what you can offer me, what you can give me to raise myself. I want you at your angriest, meanest, nastiest because I need to see more of how nasty mean and angry I can get myself. The match with Madison sparked a new interest in me in causing my enemies some pain and suffering and even though you may not think much of it now, understand that I view you as an enemy for all time. I respect your partner far more than you despite your more significant contributions. Not because I think that she’s a better wrestler but because I overwhelmingly believe that she is a much, much better person.

So there you have it. Tarah, you may not think I’m ready for you, but I’m seriously wondering if you are ready for me. All the little insults, all the little jabs, all the disrespect is coming home to roost on you, girlfriend. And this little ticking time bomb that you planted with your hate is going to explode right in your face…and there isn’t a damn thing that you, your boyfriend, your friends, your tag team partner, God, or Azumi Goto or Donald Trump can do about it.

Tick tock…Tick tock bitch……

OH….AND GROWING BALLS?! DID YOU JUST CALL ME A TRANS!?......Nothing wrong with that if that is how someone is intending to live their life but……. yeah. not quite my thing.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 11:35 pm by **Dead End Bride**

Empire Promo #2: What I’m Made of…..

I don't care for what you're thinking

As you turn to me

Cause what I have in my two hands

Is enough to set me free.

My apologies, Cailin. I do appreciate the Texan in you understanding the Rice/Texas parable, for lack of a better word, and I have to say you nailed your reasoning as to why it’s not entirely accurate. You are right that me and Azumi aren’t a cohesive unit. Hell, she did walk out on the unit for a reason. Things just weren’t clicking and I don’t think either of us is going to wave a magic wand and make things click. And instead of being flattered you remind me that you’re not necessarily Texas when it’s at its powerhouse level. Not that Texas has been a powerhouse in football since 2005-2006ish but I see the point made.

I think that I have the wrong sport in mind for you. You’re not like a Texas in football or anything like that. You, you’re more of a Villanova basketball type. Known, respected, doesn’t maybe win as MUCH as some people think you should, even though that’s because there are things like Kansas (Madison), North Carolina (Aria), Duke (Heart Break Gal) and Kentucky (Kendra) in your way more than general ineptitude. And, like Villanova you won your most recent accolade in pretty exciting fashion. Not a buzzerbeater but still, forcing Maddie to tap out? That’s pretty impressive, I gotta tell you.

Unfortunately, I think that now has time for the part of this where I have to disagree with you. A lot. That’s how these things work, right? Someone says random shit that makes a complete generalization, respond. Rinse, lather, repeat, right? Or is it Suplex, repeat? I don’t know…..

I can fight the feeling

To resist it over time.

But when it's just too much to take

You sneak up from behind

First of all, please not that I never figured you’d be somebody who didn’t earn your spot. You got where you got for a reason. You weren’t backed by the “machine” (Looking at your Tag Team Partner, by the way) and nobody expected you to rise as high as you have. Even in the Formation it always seemed like people thought Aria would be the one long-term as the most successful and Cloudy would be a flashy, interesting foil for her while you would take your position as the quiet workhorse, overlooked but still brilliant in anything that was offered. But you didn’t stick with that. You became the best Vixen in the world, Titles held by HBG and Kendra notwithstanding, when you won the Empress of Elite. There were no champions and people trying to get out of the tournament like Heart Break Gal, the lady who happens to be calling our match this week on Empire, did last year. You won.

I’m also aware that you have improved. Believe me, between my binge drinking and binge gaming, I do see matches. Your movement is sharper. Everything is done with a purpose. I could list off some clichés but nobody wants to hear that crap. You’re good. You’re better than when you were Specialists Champion. And I think I have risen up enough to go ahead and challenge you. This isn’t Icarus flying towards a ball of wax here: Pretty much everyone with a fully functional brain knows I got cheated in my last Empress of Elite match. Yeah, some will blabble about me not beating Consuela when I probably should have or not submitting Scarlet, whom I did beat into another disappearing act, and Zara Morgan or whatever her name was. I get that. But I think during this tournament people started to see more of what I could do and how dangerous I could be while doing it.

Oh, and I can tell you the answer to the question that you want an answer to so badly. It’s not that hard, honestly: Because I’m starting to have a little more fun now. I think all this time I was wrestling in a way to try to make someone else besides myself happy. I dressed a certain way, wrestled a certain way. I wanted to make the fans happy. I wanted to be someone coworkers would like and look up to. I wanted to be FUN! But it wasn’t fun for me. I mean, sure I had the occasional fun, but it’s not like every day on the road was fun, especially when you have someone who was supposed to be your partner not answering your calls and chasing dick….or apparently now, vagina. Yeah, I know, “off camera” relationships. Like I give a fuck.

So, to answer your question a little bit more concisely, Cailin, I have underachieved because I wasn’t myself. I have always searched for something to make myself stand out when honestly all I really had to do was, well…be myself. Not that being depressed and miserable took away all my competitive spirit: I did manage to drag myself through the Vixens Cup campaign to the Semifinals even after being assaulted after matches. I’m no more or less determined now than then. It’s a little bit difficult to describe. My wrestling…is different but the same. I use a little more force now than when I first came to EAW, but I admittedly DO love putting on a show. I’m flashy, almost to a fault, and take risks that most people would only have wet dreams about. You say that you’re proving that you have the potential to be an all-time great, I counter that I may already be an all-time great and just have to take the cuffs off. Don’t laugh, don’t look shocked. You said it yourself, in so many words, that I’m a bit of an underachiever and should be much higher up the food chain than I actually am. I’ll be more than happy to prove it to you.

Like a million faces

I recognize them all

and one by one they've all become

a number as they fall

The revolution has already begun, Cailin. You can’t stop it. Tarah can’t stop it. The two of you can only hope to contain it, or maybe beat up on Azumi enough that she walks out and you two can have a handicap match. There is a fundamental difference between the way the two of us operate and honestly you have done better with it. You treat every match the same. I can’t. There are some booking sheets that come my way about who I’m to face and I’m honestly bored to tears. How would you feel if you had to wrestle a fatass and a bimbo for weeks on end? Or have drunken men interrupt your matches trying to talk down to you? To put it bluntly, I NEED matches like this to get my blood going. I know that it’s bad that there are some names that I see on the roster and I get more excited to face than others but it is true. I’m dialed in every time I face Tarah or Madison on Heart Break Gal and maybe it’s not a situation where I always win. But I’ll tell you this, it’s certainly not a “hammer and nail” situation either. I see matches like this as an opportunity to elevate my ability and level of wrestling in such a fashion that I’m able to be victorious. I don’t consider these matches chances to score “upsets”. Me beating HBG wasn’t an upset. Me beating Madison wasn’t an upset. Beating Veena Adams damn sure wasn’t an upset. Something about some of the names of the most elite people bring out a certain boiling in my blood. It gives me a chance to do things that I wouldn’t normally do for victory. Girls like you and ESPECIALLY your partner Casper the Friendly Bitch give me plenty of reason to stay motivated and focused. I’m in the gym a little more. I don’t binge on anime and booze as much. I actually make sure my body is rested.

In the face of reason

I can take no more

One by one they've all become

a black mark on the floor

Is it me?(is it me)

You say(you say) ... you're looking for

Let me show you who I am and what I

Have in store...in store.

I’m happy to see that you’re focused and ready to show off after winning the most grueling tournament in EAW history. You’ve earned a moment to shine. But I promise it won’t be on MY watch that you get to take your victory lap. I understand that the task is tall, especially with a probably non-cooperative partner and a possibly irritating element at ringside. But I live breathe and die for these opportunities. You want me dialed in? You want me focused? You want me to get to the level I should be and go BEYOND that if necessary to get the job done? You got it.

Try to reach inside of me

Try to drain my energy

Let me show you just

What I'm made of

Simple Curiosity

Trying to take a bite of me

Let me show you just

What I'm made of now!

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 10:38 pm by **Ryder**

“It all starts by removing the biggest joke of them all… Matt Ryder!”

Doesn’t fate result in some ironic shit? Kismet really had it out for you, Zack, cause when you said that line six days before our match, you sure were speculating for something beneficial to happen… Isn’t that weird how that works? When you say you’re going to do something, and it doesn’t happen? Surely makes you look foolish. That statement was weaker than your reign as chairman. That statement has more bullshit than your victory. That statement is about as flawed as your spot in the Hall of Fame. Speaking of that, let’s look at the wonderful crew that inducted you. You have the nobody Nick Angel, and EAW’s resident come and goer Dark Demon, and when it comes to acing the trifecta of garbage, who else to take the podium than Mr. Zack Crash! You’ve made it now boy! You have your win over me at Territorial Invasion! You have silenced Matt Ryder! You have ended! You are the be---Who am I kidding. Zack, you’re presence is comical. I will give you the nod of approval in one aspect: Recruiting Lannister. Because of him, you get to write your victory in the record books… But when people click on the hyperlink and dive deeper, man, will they have a laugh. “Lannister forces Lioncross to submit just before Zack Crash quits at the hands of Tyler Parker,” Now that is some pure comedy…. But wait, it gets better. As we read on, “Zack went to shake the hand of his victory-sealing teammate Lannister, only to get his ass absolutely handed to him as Lannister took everyone out.” That… That is amazing. Your knight in shining armor, your catalyst to the victory… BEAT YOUR ASS! I don’t care what the books say, because Lannister defeated Team Ryder at Territorial Invasion 201---No, Lannister defeated everybody at Territorial Invasion 2016… And guess what, I’ll admit it, I lost. I know you won’t, even though when it came down to it, you really were the biggest loser that anyone could ever imagine. You bitched and moaned about how you constructed this amazing team that will defeat mine, and how we all lacked the ability to match you and yours… Bitch, you quit to Tyler Parker. You quit to the joke of a man who meditates in the woods for a month before coming back to harass Nico Borġ. You quit to the guy who you so adamantly sliced up to be nothing. Not only did you quit, but you got absolutely annihilated by your teammate, if we can even call him that. Coming out of Territorial Invasion, nobody is going to remember that Team Crash beat Team Ryder, they’re going to remember it as the night that Lannister became someone again. The joke of Lannister is over, but the joke of Crash is burning bright still. Here is something you haven’t plunged your shallow mind into thinking deeply about, and that’s what happens in the ideal scenario. This is the truth and you’re going to swallow it, buddy. Dia Del Diablo, you won with Hades and rigging. Territorial Invasion, you “won” cause of Lannister’s emergence as being elite and Lioncross failing to be anything meaningful or efficient. Take those two away, and what has happened since we’ve met in the ring? I beat you in a tag, you beat me in a tag. I will call that one to one, and I will call this too. On Showdown this week, it’s the rubber match. It’s me versus you, one on one. No rigging, no interference, no white knights to keep your ego alive. No bullshit. It’s Matt Ryder versus Zack Crash and I’ll be damned if you get the last laugh. There isn’t a single ounce of want in your failing sad soul, and that’s the difference. You’ve been on top, you’ve had it all, and even though you’ve fallen on your face, and even though you’re the nuisance that EAW is glad to declare the cancer it wants to eradicate, you still have no meaning. Your drive is empty, but me? I am burning and running wild. I have everything to gain by finally beating your sorry ass and giving myself a name. I have every reason to pull this victory off. I---I HAVE EVERYTHING TO GAIN AND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE! THE ODDS MATTER FOR ME! I AM FIGHTING TO NOT BE A JOKE! I AM FIGHTING FOR AN ESTABLISHED NAME ON A BRAND FULL OF SUCCESS! I AM FIGHTING YOU, ONE ON ONE, TO END YOUR FUCKING REIGN OF TERROR AND MAKE SHOWDOWN BETTER! I KNOW I SPOKE ABOUT MAKING PREDICTIONS AND HOW IT CAN BITE YOU IN THE ASS, BUT I DON’T GIVE A SHIT RIGHT NOW. ON SHOWDOWN, YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE TO ME. YOU MAY BE PINNED, TAPPED, OR KNOCKED OUT, BECAUSE MATT RYDER ISN’T GOING TO LET YOU PULL ANYMORE SHIT ON HIM. BECAUSE MATT RYDER IS FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHT TO BE THERE, AND YOU FIGHT TO SATISFY YOUR DRAINING, FAILING, SAD FUCKING EGO. THIS IS IT ZACK, YOU’RE DONE! YOU’RE GONE! YOU DON’T MATTER AND WHEN YOU FINALLY LOSE, YOU CAN PACK YOUR FUCKING BAG AND GET OFF MY SHOW… WOO WOO WOO, YOU FUCKING KNOW IT, LOSER….

Man, doesn’t this quote of yours ring a little louder now? “And in the future I see for Showdown… You’re not in it!” Karma is a bitch, Crash, and your words are going to come back to bite you. After reading the news from Pierre, I have one last thing to declare… In these coming days, prepare for the match, hell, I even wish you luck… Because you’re going to lose. And after you lose to me, you can walk you and all your failures, nuisances and disappointments right off the show, and go to Voltage. Maybe you’ll be something there, cause on Showdown, you’re just dead weight holding back the Elite.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 10:28 pm by **Rhyse**

EL VALIENTE - DYNASTY PROMO I

(Descending down a posh and elegant staircase, we see none other than Raymundo Rhyse, his black and gold satin Gucci jacket reflecting light as he moves down, slowly, and in thought. He stops midway and looks towards the camera.)

I'm not here to bore you with how I've 'bettered myself' since returning.

I have not ignored you, EAW. For weeks now, I've been pondering for ways on how to mold EAW into my perfect vision. The honest vision - the one that no one even dares to admit even exist. You see, in such a world filled with greed and materialistic, self-obsessed individuals; no one ever seems to see the implicit demand for truth. Let's get real here, these so called 'individuals' are all the same.

(Rhyse is now makes his way to the bottom of the staircase. As he makes his way down, he looks around, and then continues his speech.)

If I wanted to, I could become just like the rest of the Elitists you see day in and day out, but I refuse. My purpose to break free from the mold that's been desperately seeking for me to fit myself into it. But alas - I've found my way out. And I'm sure you've all been wondering what it is exactly that I'll do to mold EAW into my vision—but I'd rather keep the truth hidden from the cowards who can't even comprehend right from wrong. By breaking this mold, I'm demonstrating bravery—which, again, I know comes as a surprise since you would never have the cojones to even put yourself in such a task. Soy valiente. When there is bravery, there are people who are ready to admire you for what you have done. What am I planning on doing exactly? To not show a single ounce of fear. Some may say that's nearly impossible since my opponent, Diamond Cage expects guys like me to fear him—but I don't see why I should. DC is a man loved by just about everyone in EAW—but why is that? Is he the only psychopath of his kind to get hired by EAW? Is it his in-ring experience? Or is it simply because you, too, are 'individuals' who cheer when told to cheer, and boo when told to boo?

The answer is quite obvious.

I am a man on a mission. Nothing is stopping me from becoming the new face of bravery.

In Rhyse we trust.

(Rhyse walks off screen, the sound of dress shoes smacking against the wooden floor is heard until the camera fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 10:27 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

“Shake Things Up.”—Empire

This so-called “return” to the Vixens Division has not gone well. Do you want me to admit that? It’s kind of a slap to my face that I promise one thing and can’t deliver, but am I the only one that hasn’t been able to live up to her promises? Aria, you promised to the world that you would defeat the Heart Break Gal at Pain for Pride. Did that happen? No. Of course, you took the loss in stride and you made something out of it. You are the prime example of what Vixens need to do when they are faced with a loss. Mostly, you get a bunch of women who become bitter over losses. They let those losses gravel in their minds and it’s a difficult funk to get out of. I should know. I was one of those women. The thing with me is that I no longer want to be that woman. I don’t want to gravel on my losses or failures. I’m done with letting those losses seep in my mind. It’s done me no good. It will do you no good at all. So, why should I bother wasting all my time doing that? I’ve come to the realization that I need to move on from my losses and in order to do that, I need to step into the ring with you. If I get my victory over you, it eliminates one of the losses that has been holding me back for the past six months. I noticed that it started with you. It can be argued that the downhill of my EAW career began the moment I lost the Interwire Championship to TLA, but I felt the satisfaction of dominating Chuck Scene. No! The moment I noticed my career going downhill happened when I lost to you in our last match with each other. I can pinpoint that this was the particular moment where I noticed that I wasn’t feeling like the “GOAT” Cameron Ella Ava that most people have respected me for. It should be quite obvious that it's been a while since I’ve felt like myself. I’ve been in a funk that I’ve had a difficult time of getting myself out of. It seemed like whatever I did, it didn’t make me happy. It didn’t get me the victories I desired. All it got me was losses after losses after losses. For a woman who happens to be doing a lot better than me, it makes me desire to have that success again. If it means getting rid of my poor attitude, then I’m all in for it. I feel like there is something different about me. I can’t describe it using words, but I feel it. I feel good about approaching this match. I feel good that things are going to go my way; however, I know that you’re in my way and you’re going to do everything to make me question myself. You’re going to do everything that you need to do to make sure that I don’t win this history-making main event on Empire.

You’re what is called a huge “chip” on my shoulder. This happened to be the lost that has turned my career upside down. After much reflecting, I noticed that the next time I stepped in the ring, I was going to defeat you. I wasn’t going to let someone who is supposed to be a rookie. I wasn’t going to let someone who was better at twenty-one than I was at twenty-one get a victory over the woman who has revolutionized the Vixens Division. What you should have realized that when I stepped into the ring with you, I was putting it all on the line. I was putting my legacy, reputation and all of my claims on the line. Perhaps, I was too confident about getting a victory over you? Could I have been a little less cautious? Of course, but the reason you have two victories over me is because I got too comfortable. You took advantage of a beaten up woman who had dominated a match back at Reasonable Doubt in Dublin. You had taken advantage of a woman who had bigger and better things to worry about once she was done with you. The difference between me then and me now is that you’re not facing the same woman. Appearance wise, I’m still the same, but this new mentality I have now is the only thing that is different from me. Are you going to look into these brown eyes and still say that you’re stepping into the ring with the same old Cameron Ella Ava? I want you to really focus into what I’m saying because the moment I step into the ring, it doesn’t matter what I need to do, but I plan to come out of the match as a winner. In addition, I plan to put that past behind me. As much as I try to move on from the past, there is a part of me that refuses to move on from it. There is a part of me that refuses to back off and focus on what’s really in front of me. Right now, you’re in front of me, Aria. I know that you’re eager to compete. I know that you think that the result of the match will be just like last time, but maybe, you haven’t been focusing on my journey as much as I have been for you. As I should. I’m always keeping an eye on the competition within the Vixens Division. I kept eye on you pinning the Heart Break Gal to become Vixens Champion. I saw you lose the title at Pain for Pride 9. I saw you redeem yourself by becoming the Young Lions Cup Holder. I saw you take that embarrassing cup and take it to the next level. I may not approve of the thought of you calling yourself the “Queen of the New Breed” or you carrying that Cup because it’s the closest you’ll get to a participation award, but you have done quite well for yourself as much as I hate myself to admit it.

I’m done with playing the victim, Aria. I’m done with feeling sorry about myself. Yes, I was defeated. Yes, I was outsmarted. Yes, I have said things that I haven’t been able to back up, but don’t act like I’m the only person in EAW that has ever done that. Just be fortunate that I’m actually doing something about it after six freaking months of feeling like complete shit. This isn’t for myself. This is for Consuela as well. This is for her to look at me in the eye and say “that’s my sister” every time she watches me wrestle. This is for every asshole who couldn’t believe that I’ll ever be taken seriously again. This is for every asshole that keeps believing that I’m doing nothing at all to avenge my losses. Sure, I may not give a damn about how people look at me, but I do give a damn about the impression I set for myself every time I step foot inside those ropes. As much as I would love to say that I competed in the best of my abilities since coming back to the Vixens Division, but the Vixens Division hasn’t seen what this version of Cameron Ella Ava can do. This isn’t some twenty-one-year-old perky Cameron Ella Ava who believed that the world was her oyster. This is a twenty-eight-year-old with a whole lot of experience and wisdom within her. I’m not saying that this is all I need to guarantee me a victory over you, but I’m pretty damn sure that it’s going to take my far in this match. If you don’t want me to look down on you every time we speak, then give me a reason not to. When you step into the ring against me, I dare you to look me in the eye and prove to me that you’ve learned from our last meeting. I want you to prove to me that you’re not the same rookie that lost to Madison Kaline at House of Glass. I want you to prove to me that you’re not the same rookie who failed Voltage when Hexa-gun was running amuck. I want you to prove to me that you’re worthy of standing in the ring with me. Don’t get me wrong. You’ve given me some impressive fights, but I’m expecting more out of you. I want more. I want more of what Aria Jaxon can do in the ring. I want to be in the presence of the woman who is considered the light of the Vixens Division. I want to be in the presence of the woman who has been able to captive the EAW Universe for about a year now. As of right now, I’ve seen only a bit of what you can do. I want to see everything that you can do. Only a tiny fraction of it is not going to be enough for me. You know that I wouldn’t do that to you, right?

My objective should be clear as of right now. I’m going to Empire. I am going to give it my all in that ring and I’m going to win. Our fates have not been sealed yet. Nothing has been sealed yet. The moment something gets sealed is the moment when you’re lying with your shoulders on the mat and I go for the cover. I’m itching to get back in the ring. I’m itching to finally prove that I haven’t lost my touch. You’re asking for a woman who lives up to her promises, but what I’m asking from you is to be the woman that lives up to expectations. If you want to defeat me like last time, go right ahead, but that is where my stubborn attitude comes to play. I refuse to give up. I refuse to back down. People are going to look at you as the woman who could probably get another victory over me. People may not see me defeating you, but I’m all about making people see the unexpected and I can tell you that looking at our past matches will be nothing like our match on Empire. I’m looking to shake things up and with me getting the main event win on the first episode of Empire will be the way I plan to shake things up.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 8:33 pm by **Cailin Dillon**

Empire #3

To call yourself the “nerdy, seemingly overmatches rag-tag squad of misfits,” is a bit of a stretch on your end, Erica. Yes Erica, we’re diving right into it and starting with potentially the worst statement you made of all. The difference between you two and Rice is that they are a true team. You two are just enemies posing as friends. Try not to get in each other’s way, right? That feels like the strategy here. We couldn’t even get a few days into the week before the two of you started the pot shots on the feed. It would have been ridiculous to expect anything more out of your group. So here we are, right were we always expected this match to be. Azumi is trying to pose as this tough girl that made Erica Ford into something interesting, and you’re staking her claim on a new future. The only thing is, Erica, you’ve had chance after chance to change your future. Whether it’s as a team or on your own, the things that always held you back were your own mistakes. So what you’re begging now is for opponents to take you seriously. You don’t focus much on that win over the Heart break Gal, but you mention it as a lowkey reminder to opponents that you’re not the same old Erica. To be clear, Tarah’s opinion of you is probably different than mine. Her history with you goes much further back. All I can say is what I see. I see someone who has what it takes to be successful standing in her own way more often than not. I see someone hoping this new change is the one that helps her write a new chapter. I don’t know if it works for you, but I can only wish you well as you try to do it on your own. No Shinsei Domei or, what was it, Skyriders? This is supposed to be your time to step out of the shadows. You said it yourself, Empire is your new beginning. Except this new beginning we be more of a continuation of the past. You’ll still be trying to hold up Azumi in a match where you guys are teammates yet new, budding rivals. I can feel that you don’t even want to fight her. I can feel that she doesn’t think you’re worth her time. And I can just sense that clashing more than it should. Meanwhile you will have two people who have never been an organized tag team like you two were for months. And you will be forced to watch these two work as a perfect cohesive unit as they beat your team into submission. Azumi doesn’t even want to take me seriously. She’s trying to cast me aside and say I’m “just Cailin Dillon.” But that still puts me in a class nowhere near a level she’s ever touched.

To be honest with you, none of that matters. She wants to see me as content. You want another resume-building upset win, or something like that. But I’m not a perennial No. 1 like a Texas. I’m a like a team that has to constantly work to improve. I’m the team that gets the most out of what it has. I’m the team that wins based on smart decisions and great discipline. I maximize my abilities and prove over and over that my potential is endless. Maybe eventually I will reach that level of perennial champion, but it won’t be because I was created that way. It will be because I worked to become this. What you see right now is in no way similar to the person you faced at any time. We fought on the same side at Pain for Pride. I’m not even the same wrestler I was then. I’ve proven that at every step along the way since that moment. There are moments I could brag about. Or I could just say flatly, I earned what I got out of hard work. I won the tournament because I wanted it more than any single person that entered. I will never take any match lightly. There’s a reason I didn’t lost the Specialist’s title so easily. No matter the competition, I always brought my A-game. And my A-game now is so much better than then. Even with all those wins I feel like I was deserving of a C at best. But I never placed limitations on myself. I could have rode the wave and fought along the bottom for so long. But I put my destiny in my hands. Why have you waited for so long when you so clearly could have been better than you are right now? I feel like we might never know the true answer behind that question. There’s no disrespect between us and it has nothing to do with political correctness. The fact is I don’t have to get nasty and trash you to outwork you in that ring in every possible way and beat you. That’s just how I roll, and I will roll in this match.

If you think I’m tossing a dog scraps, well I’ll tell you that every do has its day. That’s why you rose up and shocked the entire company with your early EoE win over HBG. But I’m not HBG. I don’t operate like her. She might be the best right now, but I’m the best worker in this company. And I will prove it yet again with a win alongside Tarah on Empire. I don’t care if you’re a legend or a rookie, or two rivals forced to team for no good reason at all, I will always approach every match with the same fire and intensity. And as that fire and intensity increase within me and reach new levels, I will bring them into the match with me. I’m still working to be the best, even if some people already want to say I’m pretty damn good. But I have no plans of settling and no plans of backing down. This Empire has to have a new leader. It has to have someone who stands at the top. I’m the Empress now, and I won’t stop battling my heart out in matches ever. Not even after I became the queen at Road to Redemption. Until then, it remains one step at a time. The next step is beating Erica Ford and Azumi Goto, and that’s exactly what Tarah and I will do on the debut episode of Empire. You’re right, Erica, this is a new chance for you. But your career revolution won’t start against me. Not while my evolution continues to help me dominate. See you at Empire, ladies.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 7:17 pm by Guest

Nico Borġ: 24 (SD2)

The Writing On The Wall

And you, O Belshazzar,

Have not humbled your heart, even though you knew all this!

You have exalted yourself against the Lord of heaven!

The vessels of his temple have been brought in before you,

And you and your lords, your wives and your concubines,

Have been drinking wine from them.

You have praised the gods of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood, and stone,

which do not see or hear or know;

But the God in whose power is your very breath,

And to whom belong all your ways,

You have not honored.

Daniel 5:22-23

A long time ago, the old King Nebuchadnezzar awoke suddenly in the night. He was shaken and in a cold sweat, and engraved deeply into his mind was the dream he had just escaped from. He dreamed of massive tree, sprouting from the centre of the earth. It grew tall enough to touch heaven, and wide enough that it’s branches spread across the whole earth. Birds roosted in the trees and all manner of animals took shelter under it and were fed by it’s fruit. But an angel of the Lord appeared and ordered the tree to be cut. It’s branches stripped. It’s fruit scattered. All that remained was the stump, bound up in bands of iron and bronze. So visceral and affecting was this dream that he knew that it must be something of a great portent, a dire warning of what surely must soon come. Alas it was beyond the abilities of both he and his court to interpret this dream. He knew not of it’s meaning. He knew only to fear. Eventually Daniel, the Lord’s own prophet, was brought to stand before the King. He was not the first choice, the wisdom of many others was trusted before him. Yet, all other options had been expended. It was desperately hoped, but scarcely believed, that Daniel would succeed where the Chaldeans, the magicians, and all the sages of the court had failed. He succeeded, not through his knowledge or guile or intelligence, but by faith alone; by appealing for and receiving direct revelation from God. The tree, it turns out, was nothing but the King himself. His dominion stretching over the vastness of the earth. But he made one mistake. He did not acknowledge what a gift he had been given, and by whom. Those lowly possessions ostensibly beneath him, he held them up above his head, above even the God that had created it all. For this he would lose everything. He would be turned out into the wilds as an animal, to howl at the moon and be covered by the dew that falls from heaven. He would become less than a man until he corrected his fault.

You know what, Silva? Sometimes it doesn’t really matter what is ‘out in the open’. It could be on everyone’s lips. On every street corner. Right in front of your face or inhabiting your very dreams. But sometimes you can have all of the warnings and you still just won’t know what is coming. Wit is pretty good at seeing you through a number of tough situations. But even the brightest sparks can blind themselves...especially...the brightest. The sagest wisdom is often found in the voice that proclaims not to know the answer. Which recognises it’s own lack of worth and so appeals instead to a higher being for inspiration. Now usually I’d suggest one open a bible to meet this ‘higher being’, but in your case you are so far gone that I guess I as proxy will suffice. Let me walk you through what you might have missed. Omerta is much like that kingdom of Babylon.It had it’s rise. It had it’s time. And now it is having it’s fall. Don’t believe me? Well haven’t you heard the good news? In spite of a narrow victory for Crash as he proved the weak link at Territorial Invasion, Murrow has finally gotten his way. The King is exiled. Poor Crash will soon find himself where he belongs, howling lamentingly at the moon as he adjusts to life on the B-Show, Voltage, with all the other wretched animals who are unfit to walk amongst real men. Hardly a turn of events which inspires confidence in Omerta. But I’m sure you already knew that. Unless you simply forgot to mention it?

Regardless, enough a about Crash. I’m interested in you. I guess this all leaves you as the heir apparent, the man who takes charge of Showdown operations with him gone. I mean, it is a little bit premature for it to be Terry ‘The Project’ Chambers now, isn’t it? Well that would explain the extra brave face you are putting on... Come on JJ, ‘far greater’ than me? Is this pathetic exercise in machismo really the best you have got? I’m not really sure whether you are just trying to save face, or just reading out what Crash is putting in front of you. I suspect, however, that the truth is that you simply can’t read the writing on the wall. That’s another one of those phrases with biblical origins, you know. Following Nebuchadnezzar’s demise, Belshazzar, his successor, failed to avoid falling into the same traps. He took sacred vessels from the temple and filled them with wine for his feast. Debasing them. Insulting god with his materialism. But when the time came to finally enjoy the bounty that was prepared, the occasion was interrupted when a divine hand wrote an ominous message on the wall, one which once again foretold doom. And it’s funny, don’t you know? Because people say ‘the writing was on the wall’ as if they should have seen it coming. But again none but Daniel could read the writing in the original story. Sometimes fate seems to creep up on you. The signs were always there, you later realise, but you never really understand it at the time. Still, at least they all knew to fear. Are you even that wise, JJ? What was that again which you said about a cycle repeating itself? Oh that’s right. Don’t repeat the same mistakes. That works both ways, fella. The way I see it, you have got but two choices. You can, as Belshazzar, continue to repeat the sins of your predecessor, following his footsteps all the way to oblivion. Or you can begin to repent. To reform yourself in life that you will have treasure aplenty to join you after death. The choice is yours. Beyond my assured victory this week, I cannot tell exactly what sort of perdition is set aside for you, should you continue down this path. But I do know you will have reason to fear.

Number Your Days.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 7:02 pm by **Adrian Christ**

Dynasty promo 1

Fear not EAW, Adrian Christ is here!

I’ve been happily retired for a few years now. I retired as one of if not the best wrestlers to ever step in a wrestling ring. So I decided to turn on the tv and check out what the current state of wrestling without, the great, Adrian Christ was. Boy was I disappointed. What happened to talent? What happened to great wrestlers? What happened to wrestling when I was gone? I can tell you what happened to the state of wrestling. It’s a shell of its former self. It used to be great. There used to be a lot of great wrestlers all around. You use to step in that ring and know you were in for the fight of your life, no matter who you were wrestling that night. Somewhere along the way we lost of that though. Now I know that just like an old worn down building that has to be blown up to make room for a new skyscraper, the wrestlers of old have to make room for the newer generation of competitors. Usually when you tear down a building you are putting something better in its place. There are still a few older faces I recognize from when I was going strong but the new ones that are supposed to take over just don’t seem like they can cut it. These new wrestlers don’t seem like they can hold a candle to the wrestlers that I grew up locked in wars with. But then I realized that maybe… just maybe that this was nostalgia talking. Maybe I was remembering things through rose colored glasses. Maybe I was remembering the good ol days a little better than they were. So I decided to see for myself. I decided to buy tickets to EAW’s Dynasty verse Showdown in Chicago Illinois. I wanted to see for myself what the wrestlers of today could do. I watched the best from two of EAW’s brands battle each other and you know what I saw? I saw no one that I couldn’t beat. I saw no one that could beat me. Then I realized, even though I was sitting ringside there wasn’t a single mention of Adrian Christ throughout the entire show. Not once did they recognize that there was a legend that was in their presence. Not once when I was walking in to the show did any recognize my greatness. Not once did the people sitting around me recognize that they were sitting next to Adrian Christ. I realized a harsh truth. I realized that every one of these people that have been watching EAW for years have been brainwashed. They have been brainwashed into thinking that what EAW puts out is actually good. They think that this is actually good wrestling. They think that these are the best wrestlers in the world. But it’s not their fault. It’s not even EAW’s fault, they put on the best shows with the limited talent they have. Sadly, it’s my fault. It’s my fault for leaving. I left the ring and you all had no other choice but to watch second rate hacks like these. But I’m fixing that. I’m doing what I should have done years ago and come to EAW and not only give all of you fans something good to cheer for but all of you in the back something to look up to, something to strive towards. I’m just glad that someone from Dynasty had their senses still and remembered how good I am and signed me to a contract. Now the rest of you will know how good I am. You will all remember the name of Adrian Christ, Starting with you, Cegorach.

Fear not EAW for Adrian Christ is here to save you all!

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 6:20 pm by **Anthony Leonhart**

ANTHONY LEONHART //

THE EMPIRE OF FEAR ON DYNASTY.

(Anthony is sitting alone in The Sanatorium looking right at the camera, clapping hands, having a smile on his face and going back and forth on the chair he's sitting on. And he prepares himself to deliver a promo on the past actions that "affected" The Sanatorium.)

You think you can kill the Sanatorium. You think you can kill that entity by sending the members on Empire and Voltage, leaving the last of a dying breed here on Dynasty. What don't know is...and now you will learn from my mouth is NO ONE is safe now that The Sanatorium is everywhere.

You just created the Pestilence I was talking about a few weeks ago. I didn't make the job, you did. You were too busy to draft Sanatorium members Eclipse Diemos, Madison Kaline and Stephanie Matsuda to Voltage and Empire respectively that you forgot the most important thing, The Sanatorium is still a stable, it's damn active.

(Anthony is now standing and his arms are like a cross.)

Conquer and divide. Conquer and divide. Conquer and divide. I never saw an entity like EAW do what the wrestlers wanted to do. You just gave us a golden opportunity to conquer the brands and reign here as the supreme faction who is led by the new incarnations of great leaders of the History, yes the History with a big H on it.

Just to have your dirty little minds fucked up like mine when I was on the Providence Psychiatric Hospital, Chamber 16 to be exact, imagine an alliance from multiple ages between Napoleon Bonaparte, Jules Cesar, The Great Tsar of Russia and maybe the last but not the least, das Wunderkind leader, Adolf Hitler. Imagine these masterminds becoming a full forced entity in wrestling and BAM, you obtain The Sanatorium.

(Anthony is laughing.)

I see the fear in your eyes. The Empire of Fear is now on. You can slow down time before the bomb explodes but you can't stop what you created because you don't know how this entity is gonna react now that you made The Pestilence a thing come true. Now, get the consequences of it. Let the games begin. You will soon or later have the names of the members of The Sanatorium on your lips. And you will call all of them champions because that's why we are here. And we will do it by any means necessary as long as we have the victory at the end.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 4:16 pm by **Ryan Marx**

Showdown Promo 3 – Deeper Meanings

The scene fades in and we are presented with the back of Ryan Marx as he stands in front of a window, with a simple plain white wall filling the rest of the frame. His crisp white shirt almost blends into the background, and he remains still, almost like a statue. Everything is static for just a second or two. And then Ryan begins to speak, though his back is still turned to the camera.

You don't like 'deeper meanings', Chris? Well then let me go back to basics, so to speak. I'm afraid I can't help the way I talk or explain things – that's just how I am. But I'll try to be as simple as possible for you so I don't boggle your little mind any more. Does this work well for you – just plain white nothingness? Surely there's no deeper meaning in all of this, is there?

Ryan reaches a hand up and places it against the wall, his fingers splayed on the blank surface.

Unfortunately for you, I don't shut up, not when I have so much to say. Chris, you've given me so much to talk about, which has amazed me if I'm being quite honest. At first, I thought you were just some people's hero, this clean-cut cookie-cutter guy who did everything for the fans, kissed babies on the head, and hugged sick little kids. But now that you've opened your mouth, I've realised that there's more to you than meets the eye. No wonder you're so lost – you're a very complex man, full of insecurities, denial, and an over-abundance of confidence that you're using to compensate for the former two traits. Oh sorry, am I getting too deep for you? It's just that you're wrong when you say there's no deeper meaning to this match. Nothing is as it seems on the surface, and you're a fool if you genuinely believe this is just 'Chris Elite vs Ryan Marx'. This is a title match, a war for a prize we both want to either keep or obtain. Surely you want some kind of revenge for what I did to Ryder as well, don't you? And then we have the issue of you, a seven-year veteran, taking on me, a newcomer to this company. Binary oppositions exist in this match, and that immediately gives it a much deeper meaning than what you believe. Like it or not, this match means a lot, despite being our first encounter – and if you refuse to acknowledge that, then clearly you have failed to grasp the weight of this match. And that's just setting yourself up for a loss.

The hand on the wall closes up into a fist as it rests against the surface.

I can't believe how easily you contradict yourself – though considering you don't think everything has a deeper meaning, perhaps it's not difficult to see why you contradict yourself so much. You say that you're not afraid at all to lose the New Breed Championship, but then you also say that you will never let it go, that you won't allow yourself to drop it to anyone else. In that need to hold onto the belt, there must be a slight bit of fear dwelling within you. Everyone fears something, even if it's just a little bit. So you must fear losing that title, otherwise you wouldn't hold onto it so dearly. If you truly weren't afraid of losing it, you wouldn't sound so protective of it. You'd be willing to throw caution to the wind and wouldn't constantly try to tell me that I won't take it from you. It seems to me that you're trying far too hard to cover up all of your weaknesses, but you're doing a poor job of it, considering I can easily identify and expose them for all to see. Chris, you're trying to poke holes in my own logic, but there are no gaps to tear open. If I were to infer that you were scared, then a simple 'I'm not afraid of you for -insert reason here-' would have sufficed. But instead you continue to fight against the claim, and when you continue to hammer a point home, it reeks of a lack of confidence in what you're saying. That's what I mean when I say you're afraid, despite your constant claims that you're not. Besides, if you had anything to say about me, then maybe you'd be doing that instead of profusely denying that you're scared.

Ryan drops his hand and turns to face the camera, smirking in that knowing way he does.

Oh, I'm not supposed to be afraid of you yet? I see you're trying to play a game with me, attempting to be anything but intimidating at first so you can surprise me in the ring. Well, it's just not working, Chris. But to counter your other point, the reason why I'm so calm and seemingly unexcited is because that is how I approach situations. It's not because I somehow saw into the future like you apparently have. Because if I had looked into the future, I would have seen myself winning the New Breed Championship – and even then I'd be calm because I don't want to give anything away.

Ryan chuckles, the sound low and dark.

I'm so sorry. But this isn't a fun little game, Chris. This is the wrestling world, and our match specifically is a championship match – did you think I was going to try and avoid hurting your feelings? Did you not expect me to try and get under your skin? Seven years in this industry and you're getting all annoyed at someone trying to get under your skin. For someone who claims to have seen into the future, you're really getting annoyed at these insults that surely you must have seen coming. Or perhaps you're lying when you say you've seen into the future. And what's this with all of these claims that I'm throwing around 'petty insults'? You're the one calling me 'stupid' – I don't even think preschoolers say that to each other. And oh, you get fan mail? I get letters from people telling me that I've changed their lives with my philosophy. I have saved people with the words I preach. And you have the audacity to sit there and say that I wouldn't be the New Breed Champion that these people deserve, that I am not what the EAW fans want. There is a minority that already understands that I am what is needed here, and soon the rest of the sheep will follow. When I defeat you for that New Breed Championship, they will be taught a valuable lesson: that the pretenders fall, and the true leaders rise up. They will realise that you are a fraud and that I am the true commander of the 'new breed' here in EAW. I will give the title real value when I take it from you. The best New Breed Champion is yet to exist, and that's because it is going to be me, and I will win that belt on Saturday.

Ryan pauses for a moment.

You know, Chris, I think I've figured out why you don't like how I interpret deeper meanings from everything. There're two reasons: one, it all goes over your head and you're concerned about the things you don't understand; and two, it's because when I use deeper meanings, I do so to speak the truth. You're not used to that, are you? You're used to people inflating their egos, making up a bunch of superficial lies to try and make themselves look better. But me speaking the truth hits a little too close to home for you, doesn't it? Allow me to explain my justification as to why you're self-centred. You're not just self-centred in the way that you do everything for yourself. You're self-centred in the way that everyone has to be looking at you, focussing on your every move. You claim to do what you do for the EAW fans, but I bet you do it all just because you want them to like you. You love being celebrated as a people's champion, love being considered a hero. That's how you're self-centred – you only please the fans so that they boost your ego in return. A lot of people do it though. Why do we give to charity? To make ourselves feel better. Why do we act like polite people? To get praised for it. And that's what you do when you say you do everything for the fans. You're giving them just a bit, and then they give back to you a lot of praise, so you feel like you're a superb man. Your confidence isn't what's pushing you through your career – if it was, you wouldn't have felt the need to humble yourself. No, it's the fans that are driving you, and when their fickle minds turn all their attention to someone else, you'll be left with nothing. And that will happen soon, as when I win the New Breed Championship, all eyes will be on me, and you will be nothing but an afterthought for the EAW Universe.

I may be self-centred, egotistical, and generally selfish, but at least I'm aware of that fact. It stops those traits from becoming weaknesses. In fact, I embrace those parts of me. But you don't appear to be aware of the fact that you are self-centred, Chris. It's a shame, since if you knew how to harness that negativity and turn it into a driving factor in your career, maybe you would have accomplished more than you have. But you have failed to do that, and you will fail once again this Saturday. As someone who has managed to control and use his flaws against other people, I will get the better of you. If you think I'm trying to get under your skin now, just wait until Showdown, because that's when I will really prove to you how much I can burrow into people's minds. You keep dismissing me, but that's because you don't understand what I'm really capable of when I'm focussed on one thing, one prize that I have wanted since I arrived here. You may think you've seen it all, but you've never seen me in a championship match, and that's where I gain the unpredictable advantage over you. If you thought I brought a lot of fire into my previous matches, you have seen nothing yet. Better yet, you'll be able to experience my real power this Saturday, and when you find yourself on the mat, all of your shattered visions of the future scattered around you, you will have learned never to underestimate me or my desire for recognition.

Another pause, and this time Ryan leaves the silence hanging for a moment before continuing, smiling at the camera in an almost nonchalant way.

Until we speak again, let me leave you with this, Chris. Everything has a deeper meaning, you just don't have the mental capacity to understand that. And as long as you have your eyes covered by the New Breed Championship, you will never see your own pitifulness. When Showdown is over, you'll be thanking me for taking away the burden of that title, and for enlightening you on the finer, complex parts of life. Who knows – maybe once this match is over, you will have learned how to accept your selfishness.

Ryan walks out of the frame, leaving behind the white walls and window, which itself is obscured by the bright white light coming through it. The camera begins to glitch. Cut to static. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 7:51 am by **The Elite-Lord**

Morning has broken, and today the arrows of those lost in the sound of their own shade have come to retreat from Lannister's battle-cry. The false murmur that Lannister is not the dominant force he once embodied - came to be just exactly that. A false murmur. How it is only Lannister's decree that the kingdom of Elite should ever yield to, yet the false pretenders in Team Ryder came to the inclination that their contention would fall on anything but deaf ears. Lannister comes out of the warfare as one of the only three men coming out unscathed - as Tiberius Jones and Nico Borg proved themselves as worthy allies in this conquest. They saw the truth in it all, aligning themselves with the rationalization that Zack Crash was not the man to lead. Lannister served usurper in name only - and let history speak for itself, instead - Lannister ended this war. Lannister can already feel the aura that surrounds the industry now. The apprehension that follows when Lannister's name is echoed among the halls. "Confidence" - never proclaim Lannister's rite of passage as this resembling insult again. Because time and time again, Lannister proves there is no fantasy in the story that Lannister tells. Lannister has bestowed the King of Elite on himself before, and now he adds the proclamation of War in his series of conquests, as well. The only false legend behind it are the pretensions ambitions of inferior adversaries that Lannister has oppressed. The arrogance that Lannister displays is not that of an act - but rather, the power at will.

And it is Lannister's will - Lannister's roar - and only Lannister's - that came wielding at Territorial Invasion. Delivering silence upon those of false claims and pretentious ambitions. Many have already moved on - as the spoils were left to the one that speaks truly, alone. As Lannister is the one coming away with the ability to boast, conquering all five men in one fall swoop of his physical, tangible decree. Yet, there remains one hollowed soul that can't accept the events as they lay. One so indebted to himself, that he harbors the illusion that Lannister and he actually have some score to settle. Taking his role as a man subject to Lannister's wielding power as a personal vendetta, instead. But let's stop calling him a man, because all in all, he was proved a corpse, instead. That's right, Tyler Parker - have you become an addict to the temptation of being served a royal humiliation? The pathetic cries for attention just simply have to stop, because there's not a soul that heeds to listen any longer. Stop attempting to make a glimmer of hope out of the idea that you can benefit through Lannister - as the proceedings to War Games proved Lannister is far too much for you to handle. You proved it with your feeble words, and you doubled down on this embarking act by flat-lining out when push came to shove. But don't think Lannister is going to leave you off the hook, for either. Because after all, it is a bit fun to reminisce a little, isn't it? Who are you, Tyler Parker - to cater to the idea that your vision, your desires - are the ones that shall follow through? Just look at what transpired last week, and the words you spoke as absolute. The assumptions are unfiltered, and a flat out a mockery of the chains of events that followed...

"I'LL TELL YOU, NONE OF YOU, WHETHER YOU'RE ON MY TEAM OR ON TEAM CRASH, CAN KEEP UP WITH ME."
- Tyler Parker, Territorial Invasion 2016

"However, you'll be the one bleeding at the end of the match. There might even be a puddle of it for you to swim in"
- Tyler Parker, Territorial Invasion 2016

"Because that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to make an example out of you (Lannister)"
- Tyler Parker, Territorial Invasion 2016

"I think Lannister's anger is going to have it's boiling point because he knows that this Saturday, I'm going to single-handily put him in the grave."
- Tyler Parker, Territorial Invasion 2016

"You're going to say this is just too much, this is just too cruel, this is just too heinous, you're going to say that you can't take it anymore and you're going to say that you're sorry for ever talking to me like that, that you're sorry for not thinking about what I'd do to you and that you're sorry for the slander and defamation of the name Tyler Parker."
- Tyler Parker, Territorial Invasion 2016

Don't mind the jests, Parker - for you brought this upon yourself. Lannister can't help but falter to the ideals of laughter when reoccurring these unfulfilled words. History is written by the victor, is it not? Nonetheless, it appears the psychosis of your rabid sickness has betrayed you this time, Parker. Subject to your own suppression now, it appears that you've fallen upon your own sword. The only example set out was the succession of Feuer Frei's, one in which you took the brunt of on multiple occasion. Oh, false prophet - PLEASE ENLIGHTEN Lannister on the series of events that unfolded. There was no puddle of blood, not even enough for a tick to swim in. There is no grave for Lannister to lay in, instead it was you that begun and ended your night with a Feuer Frei. And here Lannister can only sit and speak, showcasing the testament of how it was rather his might that made it too much for Tyler Parker to bare. Is that why you've been silent, Tyler? Did Lannister finally break the indestructible complex of a demi-god that you tried to represent? Lannister humbled you to the very core - a sense that you cannot witness or aware. You can't come to GRIPS with the shade that you just could not keep up with Lannister this time. Face it, Parker - the writing is on the walls. You were never the alpha that you perceived yourself to be - as the misconception in your mind fed on your reality from the get go. Lannister has surpassed you in might, and the ideals of your mechanic just can't seem to yield. But how that's what makes Lannister the revered man he is, for it becomes painfully obvious that control is Lannister's world order, not your own.

But this is where Tyler Parker will resort to his mechanic, and run up that spiral staircase of his, continuing to breed the illusion that his pre-set assumptions serve as legitimacy. When in reality, the merit and integrity of his code has been mutilated past recognition. Just listen to the lies that spread, the misguided pleas of how Territorial Invasion would play out in his self-absorbed mind. It is said that the guilty take their turns, but how apparent it has become, that you, and only you, continue to stumble upon your own breath. Once more, you have set yourself to be burdened by the promises you fail to keep. A pity that this has become your ever-vicious cycle, Parker. That is the illusive game you play when your sole focus is supremacy. But what did you come to expect, Tyler? Your path has become polluted beyond remedy, as you fit the narrative to your means, regardless how baseless and non-substantial it may seem. Hearsay at its finest, but how Lannister expected more out of a man he would hope to come to respect. Instead, Lannister was left this complex figure whose actions were left more baseless than his words. Not only did you fail to fulfill the ambition of walking out Territorial Invasion victorious, Tyler Parker came back for seconds only to be left face down on the mat once more.

"Won't keep up, can't keep up" proved to be a fallacy beyond the imagination, as Tyler, it was you, that was literally one step behind Lannister's decree. But it's time to be honest, it was set in stone to parallel that narrative from the beginning. When Lannister sought you out, and your ego-trip could not help but take control - Lannister flattened you with his might on the very first encounter. Not exactly the lasting, first impression you meditated in that mind of yours, now was it? No, why of course not - you played it differently out in your mind. But how you continue to be guilty of the verdict you tried to dish Lannister - basing his "confidence" as cheap talk and no action. But look in that reflective mirror now, Tyler, and ask whose talk is cheap, and who couldn't walk the walk? Your illusions have been bred past the point of obsolete now, as Lannister's actions at Territorial Invasion serve as the microcosmic difference between you and the one the ring true. You THINK you are entitled to the ground in which you walk. But Lannister KNOWS it is his entitlement to bare. You were sounded out from the inception, and how you could never keep up with Lannister's pace. Lannister was looking forward to how the tale would play out at Territorial Invasion - and how he did not disappoint. But you, you Tyler Parker - you disappointed on so many layers and levels. But here's the kicker - for the first time ever, at Territorial Invasion - Tyler Parker became disappointed in himself. And you know, deep in your core, that Lannister is to blame with these faults.

Lannister single-handily won the conquests of war, staking his claim as EAW's lone conqueror and leader. There are those that are fabled, but never had a testament that rung so true as the one they call Lannister. The might of OMERTA proved feeble to the will of Lannister's, and that's exactly why a man of Crash's caliber had to succumb to his lesser role. And of course, the false aspirations of Matt Ryder, thinking he could assemble a team of misfits and label them as the power of one, proved to be yet another false claim. All Lannister heard through the week were false claims - and it was only Lannister's that echoed true. Ryan Marx articulated a sentiment that Lannister sees genuine - "In order to be heard, you don't just need to speak the loudest for a short moment. You need to speak the truth for a long time." Perhaps you should have taken your partner's advice, because now you come across as a gunshot mind-frame. Lannister has used that analogy before no doubt, on you - but how the shoe has come to fit. But perhaps that's been your life story, this entire time? Ranging louder than your counterparts, and with it you've built up this reputation that does not represent the man Lannister saw before him at Territorial Invasion. Lannister is just trying to make sense of it, is all. Because something is amiss, something gone astray. The gravel has fallen, and the pillars that Tyler Parker supposedly stands upon are that of salt and sand. The very perception that this company recognized you for, that Lannister mistakened you for - crumbled before our very eyes. Sure, you made Zack Crash tap out, and Lannister knows that will be your pilot of an excuse, but do not tempt Lannister, Parker. That is the inconvenience of your disguise, and there is not a reason to buy it any longer.

YOU CAME AT THE KING. AND MISSED. TWICE.

Lannister has taken his toll on you already, Lannister could see it in your very eyes. The quit that became your dose of Lannister's nurture, knowing it would be a mistake to pop your head back up. But you just couldn't help yourself, now could you? You had to go running your mouth, saving face, and request a lonesome encounter. How Lannister is beginning to pity you, for this web you've spun has lamented your very darkened future. Because what makes you come to believe that there will be a changing of the guard? You've already proven yourself fruitless, in tongue and fist. And Lannister proved at Territorial Invasion that the demise of Lannister was greatly exaggerated. But you, you most of all, Tyler - found the dramatics in such a demise, just to fit your narrative. So now it's come time for you to actually lay witness to the fulfillment left undone. For you to actually bask in the consequences of your earthly desires. You brought this upon yourself, with your ever-so obvious approach to manufacture artificial assumptions to match your own will. But here you stand idle, succumb to the shame by the ideals of your mind's own creation. But how you've been stuck in this process for quite some time, and it only took the will of Lannister's brute nature to deliver you from the dream of your virtual reality. Territorial Invasion was just a taste of what Lannister has in store for you - because when you see Lannister eye-to-eye again, Lannister intends to paint this picture clearly. It won't just be your face that portrays the canvas this time, either. NO, no - Tyler Parker, for the world already knows that Lannister has surpassed you in every category you regard yourself highly. But what Lannister needs to set the dead straight on? Why, just the obvious account that you are just yet another man. Cliche, yes - but that's all you can cling to at this present moment, in truth. Tyler Parker, at least this version, never deserved the presence in which Lannister occupies. Ryan Marx, Matt Ryder - sure, at least Lannister can come to understand their ambitions. But you, Parker? Why, you are the filth and decay that EAW can do without. And it looks as if the powers at will have made Lannister EAW's very own Terminator. A machine set to single out your flaws in not just his own decree, but the actions that follow, too. Don't worry, Parker - the burden of feeding your pride is one you won't have to struggle with any longer. Lannister has taken your pride thus far, and it only took one encounter. Just imagine what he takes next? But there's no need for dramatics - Lannister will tell you straight in this here manner, regardless. It'll be the struggle within that you will no longer crave. As Lannister will go through the bounds of his own prowess, just to arrange for you recognize how defeated a man you have become. No longer will you boast the false inadequacy of "CAN'T KEEP UP. WON'T KEEP UP," when you and that short-sighted mind succumb to Lannister's might. But for now - go right ahead. Speak the words that you wish to hear, believe the concepts in which Tyler Parker supposedly strikes fear. Just come to know, that much like what happened at Territorial Invasion - it will be Lannister's requisition that you come to dread. And the only truth, you come to know.

You never stop paying for the mistakes you bestow upon Lannister, that much is certain, that much is known. But what you will TRULY come to know, that the Imperial Kaiser, the Elite Lord has rested upon his rightful seat and throne again. And it will be you that passes through his finest judgment, first.

It will be only Lannister's name that resonates through to you, now. No regards, this time. Just salutations on the man EAW once knew.

Take it as literal, take it figurative, see it as you will - but unlike you Tyler, when Lannister declares a prophecy - it delivers. And Lannister's debt, shall deliver upon to you. You've dared Lannister one too many times. Be careful what you wish for...

...Power be dare.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 4:56 am by **Keelan**

X.

Playing No Games

Eat your heart out Hardcore Invitational participants.

I said an incredible amount of stuff last week aimed at each and every single one of my opponents in that Hardcore Invitational. Some of it was good, and a lot of it was bad. The entirety of last week I had my mind set on nothing but that Hardcore Title, and I knew that the roadblock in my way was six hungry competitors all vying for the same prize I was. I still managed to dig down deep inside myself and climb over all of those obstacles and pick up that victory. Not only did I leave my blood, sweat and tears out in that ring at Territorial Invasion – my first FPV might I add – I truly believe that deep down, I left my heart out in the middle of that ring too. For you see, playtime is now over. I had a fun first month climbing back into the nuts and bolts of things, having exhibition matches and getting to know the Voltage roster backstage, but now it’s time for me to get serious. I am the new number one contender for the Hardcore Championship, and I have a title match coming up that I need to prepare for, and it’s going to be one of the toughest battles of my career. Now I have no idea when that match is going to be, but I know that patience is a virtue. I will sit patiently back and bide my time until I get the call when the match will take place, but for now, I will keep the thought in the back of my head, and not let it eat me up inside. It’s going to be a whole new process for me. Redesign, rebuild and reclaim – that was my motto coming out of retirement, and it’s become quite apparent to not only me but to the entire world that I have redesigned and rebuilt, and now all I have to do is reclaim… and reclaim I shall. The Hannibal Lecter of Hardcore will be back on top of the Hardcore Mountain soon enough, and I personally won’t let this be a flash in the pan.

The pressure to keep my current string of success up is now on, and the road from here on out is going to be a very bumpy ride. This Sunday night I return to Voltage live from the Matthew Knight Arena in Eugune, Oregon, and I return to face the man known as The Redneck, Chase McKing. To me, I don’t think it matters whether or not this guy is for real, but he himself claims to be unpredictable. Now Chase, I’m not entirely sure if you were dropped as a child which has caused permanent brain damage for yourself judging by the way you talk, or if you just had constant failure in school, so I’m just going to say this next part very slowly for you. Are you ready, because here it goes…

You. Won’t. Know. What. Unpredictability. Really. Is. Until. You. Wrestle. Me.

And that’s really about the gist of it. I cannot really say any more than that. Are you for real or not? I have no earthly idea who you even fucking are to be honest with you, but I certainly can promise you that I am for real. So here’s what I’ll say – Chase, go rent the encore presentation of Territorial Invasion, sit down and watch what I did in that Hardcore Invitational. If you believe you can really use anything and everything as a weapon without any second thought, then I challenge you to throw everything including the kitchen sink at me. I proved in that match that I’m not a quitter, and if I am able to defeat six of the absolute best Voltage has to offer, then I think I’m pretty confident in my abilities to be able to defeat a newcomer such as yourself… no offence or anything. Like I said, I’m not here to play no games anymore. I, Keelan Cetinich, am taking the next chapter in my career seriously for the foreseeable future. Chase McKing… be ready for The Killer.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 2:06 am by **Tig Kelly**

You have to have a short memory yet never forget in this business. It sounds like the ultimate oxymoron but until you figure it out you'll never rise to the top of the industry like the greats of the past. We walk through hell every single week just to walk back into it regardless of the result the next week, well...the strong ones do. The weak ones walk into hell one week and then crawl out of it and right out of that locker room for good because they just can't handle the punishment not only physically, but mentally. In my short year I've been through it all and I've told the tale many times; a championship reign, main eventing shows, being in the most exciting match at Pain For Pride....Yet all of it led to good ol' Tig starting from the bottom right after Pain For Pride like none of it happened. I had to fight my way back up and struggle like any other rookie did this year, but here I am like nothing ever happened ready for my next title reign. I ran through my competition showing what I've learned over the last year but never letting the outcomes effect me. Hell, I watched the same Ross Vegas in this match pin Piff to gain a victory over me! Thanks Piff! Short memory, but I won't forget what got me back here.

Ross you may talk a lot of smack about Emo Angelo, but you two aren't so different. While one is decidedly a little more....sad emotionally than the other, you're both sad in your own ways! Angelo wants to kill himself because his dad took his credit cards away, while Ross is on a manic coke binge because his ex-wife took his credit cards away! You two are practically the same person on different ends of the personality spectrum, so its really difficult yet amusing to watch you talk like that about the other you Ross. See that's the problem with you rookies, while you want to say that I'm some played out broken record that will spew the same stuff over and over again I can't help but do a double take when you guys all talk. You constantly just spout off how you're on a meteoric rise to the top and you're the hottest young rookie out there about to take down the competition. You all talk about how these old dogs are on their way out and to make room for the real marquee stealers in the business!!! But the common theme I see is...none of your names on the marquee. If this match had ANY other third man in it you would be opening the show while TLA laughs his head off at what the boys upstairs gave him for a title match. But because you got the Career Ender himself you get to taste the brightest lights. You finally get to walk into an arena and see your name at the very top of the card. I've done this for many people before and none of them have ever cherished the moment, so all I want from you is to just take a deep breath as you're laying face up side by side with your ears ringing from the Mafia Kick and just take in where you are. You just got pinned by a true Main Eventer and the next Interwire Champion! One day it'll be in my Hall of Fame package once again reminding people that you existed long after you've quit from the mental break of never getting back to this point on the card, and for that you should fucking thank me.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 1:38 am by **Jacob Senn**

Why, Jacob? Why?

That’s all I’ve heard since that fateful moment at Territorial Invasion WHEN I SHOVED THAT BASTARD’S HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE CANVAS WHERE IT BELONGED! FINALLY AFTER ALMOST A YEAR OF CARRYING THIS MAN THROUGH ALL THE TRIALS OF TRIBULATIONS OF BEING A WORLD CHAMPION, STANDING BEHIND HIM IN THE BACKSTAGE AREA AND PATTING HIM ON THE BACK TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER ABOUT HIMSELF, I FINALLY WAS ABLE TO GO OUT THERE AND TAKE OUT ALL MY FURY, ANGER AND RESENTMENT OUT ONTO HIM! Let me tell you folks, it felt good! Tremendous! A highlight in my career that I will continue to play on a loop and watch as the bones of Lucian Black twist and turn against the ring! God, I loved it! However, you want the answer. You all want the answer to the most burning question that came out of Territorial Invasion: Why? Well, trust me, Dynasty. When I arrive in Denver, Colorado that has been named “HOME OF THE OLDEST RELIC THAT EAW HAS”, you will get all the answers that you want. I’ve even heard that Sebastian Monroe himself wants to finally grace me with an audience to confront me about what happened that night and let me tell him that on that night, I will shock his world just like I will shock the rest of the world. However, I have business to discuss and that business is directed to the Hall of Famer that no one cares about, on a class of wrestler that has men like Kevin Devastation and Cyclone, that continually drop off the map for EAW at just the right time it seems like. The man I’m talking about is my opponent for that said show too, Hurricane Hawk.

Hurricane Hawk speaks about being one of these extreme purist, one that has been through the toughest challenges that EAW has brought up, but Hawk must recognize that our upcoming FPV is one of the most brutal, savage and destructive ones to ever be brought into this industry: House of Glass. Not only that, but he must not recognize who he’s speaking to. I’m the man that has been in almost every No Way Out Match, has won an Elimination Chamber Match, survived a Glass Crypt Match, and has continued to fight and thrive in the most extreme of conditions. Stitches? Had them. Battle scars? I wear them too. Just because you were in an era with these lackluster men like CM Bank$ who wouldn’t have SURVIVED in this era of professional wrestling today and garnered some success because you were beneath his jewels shining them up all nice, it doesn’t mean that you will SURVIVE ME! You might have left all you want, just ask Kevin Devastation, I don’t care. This match might be your first match back, BUT DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK! IT WON’T BE A COMEBACK BECAUSE FOR A LONG TIME, YOU’VE NEVER BEEN! It’s been how long since you’ve reigned on top as a world champion? How long has it been since you actually mattered in this industry? EAW has been at a peak that it’s never been before… and all WITHOUT YOU! You talk a big game about jumping on the daily grind, fighting for what you truly desire, but I have a feeling that you will reach the same conclusion that you always do. It’s better to run and hide than own up to the fact that you simply can’t hang with a man like me in the middle of that ring. You’re no real legend, because real legends have stuck it out since the beginning of EAW. REAL legends have constantly reinvented themselves and have continuously found some way to climb the mountain and take the journey to be world champion. REAL FUCKING LEGENDS DON’T BITCH OUT WHEN THINGS GET TOUGH FOR THEM LIKE YOU HAVE! YOU’RE NO REAL LEGEND, HAWK, AND YOU DISGRACE EVERY SINGLE LEGEND IN THIS BUSINESS BY CALLING YOURSELF THAT! THAT IS THE FACT THAT YOU SHOULD BE PAYING ATTENTION TO, BECAUSE YOUR FACTS ARE FANTASIES, PAL! You? Beat me? It won’t happen and you want to know why? Because now, I don’t care. Simply put, I’ve shed this whole demeanor of playing the nice guy for Dynasty because it no longer needs a nice guy… it needs a true… cold-hearted… Punisher. That’s what you will meet for all the times that you left EAW out to dry, all the times that you pissed on your legacy, and all the times that you’ve tarnished the name of Hall of Famer because you simply couldn’t cut it when faced with REAL TALENT LIKE ME! You will face…

Punishment.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 21st 2016, 1:01 am by **Tarah Nova**

Ghost Town---Thursday Night Empire#1

“Scatter like the roach, like the insect that you are
Cowards always try to get away
No matter where you run, no matter where you hide
I will hunt you down, you can't escape
You can't escape

When the sky comes down over this ghost town
You'll be first against the wall
With our guns held high in the dead of night
You'll be first against the wall

Come on, test me
You'll be first to take the fall
When the sky comes down over this ghost town
You'll be first, first against the wall

Test me and you'll be shot down”
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Now I have a few things to be excited for this week. I'm excited that my best friend, Cailin Dillon, won the tournament and became the Empress. I'm excited that this week I'm teaming with her on the new show for only Vixens: Empire. But what I'm not excited for and completely confused about is the fact that you two, Erica and Azumi, are still in EAW. I mean not to be rude but I thought Ms. Roadkill was dead and gone. I thought somebody came over and actually scraped her off the side of the road and threw her out like the trash that she is. Than I thought Azumi finally ragequit and left EAW. These dreams I want to happen--they won’t, will they? Ah, shit. Oh well, it doesn't matter, It's an easy match anyway. It's not like those two have anything on me and Cailin. Yeah, those two wish they were anything like us. Ivy and Harley, Beauty and the freak. The Empress and The Leader. I could go on because it's known fact that we are two of the best vixens in EAW. We make the division great and together we are here to clean house and show you two how it's done....starting with you....

Azumi, if I had a dollar for every time a vixen tried to get under my skin; I'd probably be the richest person in the EAW. I'd be richer than BANKS himself. You see, everyday a bloody Vixen like you comes and stands in front of me, calling me a worthless Vixen or in your case, a delusional leader and I can to help but laugh and cry my eyes out because you girls are all the same. Your comebacks are the same. You all bitch and moan about the same damn thing. Everything you do is the same as another vixen in the back. To me, I think that you're almost similar as roadkill herself, Erica Ford. You both can’t wrestle the save your own skins. You both are nothing but shit talkers because let's face it, both of your ring skills are pretty flat to say the least--Oh and let's not forget you two were actually tag team partners once upon a time. Meaning, you guys rubbed off one another. Truly I didn't know that you losing could rub off onto people. If that's the case, stay away from me because I don't need your bad luck in wrestling to rub off you and onto me. Azumi, all you are is a sad pathetic excuse of what a vixen shouldn't be. And the thing is you can't say differently because everyone agrees with me that you shouldn't even bother wrestling with vixens like me or Cailin Dillon and Aria Jaxon. It's not fully because we are better than you; it's mostly because you don't have the willpower to stand with us. Thought believe me, I know you tried. You tried so hard but yet you, of course, failed. But that's okay. It's okay because it's in your nature to lose and fail, Azumi. It's in your blood, your DNA. Everything About You, Inside and Out, screams failure but don't worry, Erica is the same. Your old tag team partner is the same way but at least she can say she stood with the top Vixens---And that's something you can never say or do.

Anyway, speaking of Roadkill, I thought I smelled the stench of death and Desperation: ah yes it can’t be anyone else but Erica Ford. Now before I get started rubbing your face in the dirt like I usually do; I must say your small attempt at mocking me was pretty funny. Though the thing is I never once said that Mediocre drive is died. The only thing I've said that was dead around here is yours and you're old tag team partners careers. See my little vixen on speed, I don't care that you have returned to my division with this corpse like stature. I don't care how many times you think you can recreate yourself because it won't matter. It won’t help you at all, Erica! I mean what don't you get? Erica you could come back as a fucking Telly tubby and you would still be nothing but a piece of dead meat on the side of the road. See I did notice you in the tournament but that doesn't mean I'm impressed because frankly I'm not. I mean why would I be? Oh is it because you beat the piece of shit Vixens Champion known as the HBG? Should I be shocked and applaud you for your hard work? And before you try to answer these, you must know all the answers are no. It's all nos because I don't give a damn who you have faced and who you have beaten or lost to OR how many draws you have. I don't care if you came up to me the smile across your face and told me that you beat GAWD himself, I would still would just roll my eyes and not care because you don't matter to me. You Never did. Win or lose, you are nothing to me. Why worry about a little brat that only just returned to my division? Erica, I have beaten you and basically ruined you so many times in every match that we have had against each other---So please tell me what makes this time so fucking different? Is it because I just came off a loss against Kendra? No, I've been over that for weeks. Is it because you finally grew a set of balls and can finally face me like a vixen should. That would be it, honestly. I mean you never were a risk-taker when it came to matches against me so maybe you finally did grow a pair and decided 'what the hell I'll talk down to Tarah Nova' but...that's is truly a big mistake on your part.

You see, I'm use to Vixens like you and Azumi telling me that they are better than me or that they can beat me but we all know that's a lie. We all know you two, even when you were a tag team, were nothing close to special. Everyone knew You two never had the connection that me and Cailin have. See, that's why you two aren't going to win on Thursday. Your little love hate thing you girls have for one another is going to fuck you both up and I will find it funny when it does happen. God, I know with Cailin by my side, I can do anything and everything, including beating both your heads in. All in all, come Thursday on Empire, it's going to be us that will be standing in victory while you both are carried out. One way or another, you two will not be walking out of our ring alive.

Believe that.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2016, 11:21 pm by **Dead End Bride**

The Birth of an Empire

One pull of the trunks. One not-so-innocent little tug. That’s pretty much all that kept me from advancing to the Empress of Elite Semifinals. How could have things been different if Madison had actually played a bit more fairly? Would I have won? Maybe Cailin gets matched up with me or Madison’s semifinal opponent and EAW’s Empress of Elite history changes. Maybe she wins anyway. The point is that it’s over now and there is no used crying over spilled milk. I will definitely remember what Maddie-poo is owed if I see her, but that bit is for another time and place. You know what today is about for me?

Look at your calendar.

What’s the date? The 20^th of September, or 21^st for some of you ahead of me on the time zone thing, that’s right. Funny. You know I got up and looked at my phone and it said February 2^nd.

GROUNDHOG DAY!

Those of you who are old enough or pop-cultured enough to have seen the film probably know where I’m going with this, right? You know, the movie where Bill Murray keeps living the same day over and over and over and over and over again until he figures out how to fix it, right? That’s kind of the situation that I feel like I’m in right now. Because even with all the changes that have gone on lately: Azumi becoming a full blown lesbian “off camera” (DISCLAIMER: NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT!), the largest tournament in EAW history giving birth to the very first Vixens-exclusive weekly show in EAW history. We have a new Specialists Champion, a New Empress of Elite, a new General Manager in Legendary Pokémon- Status Hall of Famer Cleopatra. My new look, People getting traded left and right, everything is just going so topsy turvy that I have no clue what to make of what’s going on.

When Azumi walked out on me, I figured that I would be done with tag wrestling for a while. She’d go mooch off whatever available suitor she’d have and I’d go about doing my own thing. No harm, no foul. Well, of course there was the harm when I got my ass kicked by the Sanatorium but meh, she didn’t do anything other than be a mouthy little puta. But…. we get paired up again, even though both of us have made it quite clear that we don’t want to be together under any circumstances?

GROUNDHOG DAY!

Well, my first tag team separated rather amicably but in a way this is mostly Groundhog Day vicarious living edition: How many tag teams have you seen blow up on worldwide television when one person got a little too cute, a little too aggressive, a little too stupid in the ring? People who were seldom on good terms to begin with. Is that what Cleopatra wants to see out of us right away, Azumi and me beating the absolute crap out of one another? Then again, I’ve actually been on the wrong end of people going mental before during a tag match, both of them at Pain for Pride as a matter of fact, which apparently has become a traditional breeding ground for the mentally unstable to go full-out PSYCHOPATH. Madison attacking Tarah and whoever else when Haruna did her usual Haruna thing and dropped the ball in London. And who could forget the little gem of Stephanie Matsuda doing her Sanatorium crap and doing quite a number on me in particular? Yeah. I’ve watched this movie and seen the ending a few times. Hell, I was a stunt double in a couple of them. All I’m going to ask is that Azumi gets her head out of her ass long enough to stop taking credit for MY success and MY effort to become a major player in the Vixens division and focus on the task at hand. But…. I’m not getting my hopes up. And that’s why I’ll be ready to kick her fucking head off if she even looks at me like she’s got an attack on her mind.

It's a bit weird to have to worry so much about your tag team partner not doing stupid things, but I’m used to it. Now though, the main reason why I’m hoping that Azumi is in the mood to fight our opponents instead of me is who our opposition is:

Cailin Dillon: former Specialists Champion, Empress of Elite

Tarah Nova: former Vixens World Champion AND Specialists Champion

Do I really have to say anything else? This isn’t Angela Salvetti and Veena Adams we’re going against here. This is legitimate, incredible opposition. Speaking of which…. I think I know one of these girls a little bit more than the other…….

GROUNDHOG DAY!

Tarah is someone that I’m quite familiar with. We have wrestled many, many times and frankly she’s gotten the best of it. Tag matches, singles matches, whatever, she usually beats me. This time though, I think there is enough reason to be hopeful to get a win. Tarah for whatever reason lost her title to Kendra Shamez. No shame in that whatsoever, Kendra’s one of the best ever. But I think that performance affected you for the rest of the empress of elite. People were expecting you to advance and win but you came up a little short in that respect. I think now may not be the best time for you to be looking ahead, focused and preparing for a rematch. Maybe you’ll rise up from your self-imposed Exile and go about jabbering about “ROADKILL, IM A LEDEDURR AND IMA GONNA KICK YOU ASSS, MEDIOCRE DRIVE IS DEAD, BLAH BLAH BLAH.” I would hope that you watched the tournament and saw that I have improved drastically since we have last clashed. I look forward to kicking your ass. That’s not a disrespect thing, that’s a me realizing that you’re in the way thing. If I’m going to impress people in the division, beating people like you and Madison and Heart Break Gal on a weekly basis is the only way I’m going to be able to do that.

And then there is Cailin Dillon! Probably the person who will have the nicest things to say about me in this match. Including Heart Break Gal, our Vixens Champion on commentary for this bout. But I am, maybe it’s just a little bit of a hunch or a touch of inferiority complex on my part, getting a sense that Cailin is being a bit respectful just out of political correctness. Even with some of the polite things that she has said, it’s like she’s tossing a stray dog some scraps to eat so it doesn’t starve to death. I don’t think I ever said this too, but the red-orange hair thing, DEFINTIELY YOU! I think it fits. The thing that you get is that I’m a much more significant force in the Vixens Division than the last time we crossed paths. I don’t think you really get me though. Not that I fault you, nobody really gets me. Everyone in the world thinks I want to fight Azumi, blah blah blah, get revenge for the whole walking out thing. I don’t really care about that at all. Sure, I’m not stupid or naïve enough to think that she may try to sucker punch me or leave me standing alone again, but I’m not going to waste anything other than a few tweets on her. That’s past to me. Same as beating HBG. As big of a watershed moment that was for my career, I still have a long way to go to be in her league. I have to go about beating the best that the division has to offer. And if HBG decides to make herself known in this match, if Azumi decides to turn her back on me again, I have a mindset that I think you being a Texan can probably understand. I’m not one to usually quote people, but here’s a little tidbit from a John F Kennedy speech:

But why, some say, the Moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask, why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas? We choose to go to the Moon! ... We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win.

Make no mistake, ladies. I fully recognize who is “Rice”, the nerdy, seemingly overmatched rag-tag squad of misfits, in this situation and who is “Texas”, the poster girls, glamour queens and top tier competitors of EAW. I didn’t come back to the Vixens Division expecting things to be easy. I expected things to be hard. VERY hard. And I openly accept and embrace these challenges. Nobody gets where they want to go by being timid or taking shortcuts. That’s lessons that the likes of you, Heart Break Gal and Tarah already know and sadly I think it’s one that my former tag team partner and friend still needs to learn.

Empire is a chance at a fresh start for me. I will take advantage of it. And I’ll beat the ever-loving shit out of anyone who gets in my way. Be it someone I respect, someone I hate, or someone I simply want to fight to test my limits.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2016, 8:45 pm by -

Here is some food for thought. Sometimes a man finds himself in a predicament in which he feels the utmost confidence in his current situation, and finds himself completely unaware to the fact that he’s way in over his head, right in front of his face lies someone multiple levels beyond him and more polished beyond this man’s comprehension. Influenced by the task at hand, but completely neglects to understand just what his adversary has done to him in the past. Have you ever considered that the past itself is a cycle that continuously repeats itself until one understands his mistakes and buries them along with the pride that dug his grave once before? The fact that you always find yourself in a very repetitive manner forcing your hand into defense instead of the offensive side of things? I know you, Nobi.. but then again I do not. It’s like starring in a mirror of your former self and just shaking your head in disbelief that I too was once this stupid. Listen to this.. When I met Zack Crash, two roads diverged right before me, one of independence and a personal drive to re-design myself, or the other to continue to fight for what it is that I believe in.

That made all of the difference.

Things like that is what disrupts this company’s orbit. In this business, you’ve got to take the little things first and the career defining moments will follow. You talk of Terry as if he is a downgrade compared to Scott Oasis? You see Terry is the perfect project for Omerta. While Oasis was battle-tested with the scars to show, he lacked the dedication to what the true meaning behind the mask was. Terry personifies what we stand for.. He’s tasted the success and has been ostracized in the eyes of our company and completely shunned from the picture he deserves placing a cap on his potential. No great man has ever existed without a little touch of madness. Terry is that man.. And Lannister will be dealt with accordingly, but that is completely irrelevant to this match in which my focus is fully on you. Believe that.

Now that you’ve taken shots at my comrades it only feels right to firmly lay out all of the things that you need to know right now before you make the same mistake twice. I’m going to ascend to levels that no normal man could ever come within a mile of.. Or in your case a country mile. FACT. There is nothing in my past that isn’t already out in the open for the entire universe to see so basically what you’re doing with Omerta is literally pointless because any of us on our worst day could completely obliterate you on your best. FACT. Nico let me tell you this right here and right now.. I’m taking the 24-7 contract and hoisting it up right in front your face for weeks to come and there is not a damn thing you can do to stop me from doing so. FACT. You’ve managed to piss me off, but unlike most men, I thrive in these kinds of situations. It’s been a month in the making and I’ve been fully charged and i’m ready to unload it. Don’t get the facts twisted, I’m not trigger-happy.. But I’m sure as hell not gun shy. I am trying to see this through day by day. A few months, I was on the verge of one of the most infamous losing streaks on the main shows and now I am heading into a match for the 24-7 contract going berserk with momentum. I realize that the idea of momentum usually tends to have a positive connotation and I would agree in most, however I have seen many people fall prisoner to the distorted hope of momentum. After rampaging a string of meaningful wins, most people come to rely on the matter of fact that momentum will always bail them out. They think they can put in a sub-par performance and still come out on top just because some idiots decided to show up to the arena and cheer him on. I am sorry to inform the lot of you but the matter of fact is that in this business, a monopoly such as ours, you must actually have the craft of knowing what you are doing and on top of that, you must have the dexterity to pull off a victory when it seems unattainable. I know most of you stiff necks are looking for a similar result in this match against Nico but I am pleased to announce that such a catastrophic result will not come to fruition. A man without any pride or any passion in his work is not deserving of being granted one of the most opportunistic positions that is the 24-7 contract. It is a known fact that since Nico has been here, his production has been completely sub-par and mostly inconsistent until just late. A man who can’t deliver the product in a manner of what a champion should be is no man worth watching, but now Nico is just a man who couldn't produce a substantial result if it meant his life. It is time you got off of your high horse and came to realization that you cannot beat a man who with the idea that you’re better.. I’ve proven that this sport is much more than a physical battle, but a battle of wits as well. You could never walk a step in my shoes, Nico -- don’t you ever talk down to me like you’re even remotely close to my level.

I realize that you are trying to play me off as an insignificant character in this scenario Nico Borg. I have known you for far too long to know that every move of yours does not come without its eventual deceit. However I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and keep my central attention on the match itself as well as you, an event that the duo of us need more than any other elitist on the entire roster. It would seem you that much like me are coming into this match with a head strong mentality with no signs of slowing down, I must however admit that a victory over non lit flame is not so much an accomplishment these days as it may as well be an everyday task, a victory that I wouldn't probably gloat about too much. Beating you would be nothing in a long line compared to the guys I’ve taken down with my own two hands, but the prize along with it makes it worth the time and the effort necessary to completely crush every ounce of momentum you had up to this point. My overall point here is that the current form we possess right now, it is cruel that we must face each other in this situation forcing one of us to lose all momentum sending one of us into a very unfavorable situation. Actually I am just more agitated that I must wreck you while you probably thought you still had a chance in cashing that contract in.

I’m well aware that for some odd reason we have drawn parallels and comparisons to each other but there is one thing that has always differed us Nico and that my good friend is our mindset. To create something amazing, your mindset must always be relentlessly focused on the smallest detail. You are stuck in this illusion of yours in which you believe that you can take any opposition head on. You want to ignore all the pleasantries and all the technicalities and just cross the black and white checkered flag before you have even proven anything. You have faced hardships time and time over but you never choose to learn from your mistakes. You have been thrown down the ladder more times than you can count and yet you still claim that you have this magical key to this portal that is going present you with success. The 24-7 contract is worthless if you can’t have it long enough to cash it in. You just don't get it Nico Borg! It does not matter if you wish to focus on your character of the past or focus on the character of now, the matter of fact is that you never really changed. You just keep creating mere illusions in your head of being a changed man: a man of god, a man that almost beat whoever and even a man who almost won a title so what exactly is your man intending to do this time? A man on his venture on protecting this contract? And when that falters, what will succeed that? I know you have found me transparent and mundane for the longest time with a hint of resentment too but look at yourself and tell me that you see yourself any different. I know one thing and I know this for a fact Nico Borg, you are a man who I look forward to pinning this week and soon after that: a man that I definitely wish to be forced to watch as I cash in the 24-7 contract. I am the man who will bring you back to reality and teach you how it is done. Those wings of yours seem to be fluttering for the last time, they seem to be weighing you down. I'll do you the pleasure of clear cutting those wings of yours and helping you start from the beginning. I am far greater than you, Nico, you never had a chance in the first place.

In Omerta We Trust.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2016, 7:14 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

EUPHORIA -- SPOKANE, WASHINGTON.

You’re right, Cameron. Nothing lasts forever. All good things must come to an end. And that’s why, for those of us who know better, we make sure we have fallbacks in place when the aforementioned euphoria fizzles out.

My time as Empress and Vixens Champion, they came and went. Will I dwell on it? Nah. Will I resign myself to the idea that neither of them will ever happen to me again? Of course not, but that’s the way the game is played. It takes a lot to scratch your way to any of EAW’s figurative mountaintops. All of the gold and other accolades up for grabs, the journey to get to any of them isn’t for the faint of heart. Still, any sane person who manages to attain any of those coveted prizes knows that nothing is meant to last forever. You can fight. You can strain. You can prolong, and that’s the goal -- to build a legacy, not to latch onto something in perpetuity. I feel like you should know that? I mean, you love to rub in my face that you’ve been to the summit more times than I have -- which, at the risk of stating the obvious, really just boils down to you having a years-long jump start on me, but whatever -- so I feel like you know as well as anyone that championships and the victories that come along with them will come and go. It’s not how you lose them that tells the world all they need to know about you. It’s how you handle defeat, and it’s how you rise back to the occasion and grab that brass ring again that will make the emphatic statement. That’s why it’s so laughable to me that you seem to have taken so much pleasure in my momentary lapses when all I’ve done is exist in this division. All I’ve done is what I’ve been tasked with. I came into this division at an interesting time, a time when you were still reeling from having lost your Hall of Fame Championship and felt stuck in limbo. Yes, I was a driving force in changing the landscape of this division post-Pain for Pride 8, but it came with the territory. That was the job that had to be done. The tides needed to be turned, and I was one of the women who answered the call and rose to the occasion. How dare I, right? How dare I be great? How dare I fulfill my potential? How dare I actually be able to go toe-to-toe with Cameron Ella Ava? The audacity! It’s because I’ve dared to try and change the game that you resent me, when really, you should be glad. I’ll never understand the resistance that older Vixens have when it comes to the new generation wanting to raise the bar. Yeah, y’all deserve to have a chip on your shoulder. Shit wasn’t always so glamorous. The Vixens weren’t always held in the same regard that we are now. Everyone knows the stories. Y’all prayed for a change. You hoped to God that things would be different, and now they are. You should be happy as fuck that none of your hard work was done in vain, but instead, you seem to loathe anyone who came into the game after you. Make no mistake, I have all the respect in the world for those of you who paved the way, but I’m not about to kiss the ground you walk on just because your resume is stacked. It was disdain for the way the Vixens were treated and viewed that led you to leave, I’ll assume. You felt like you’d done all there was to do, and maybe, back when it was just the Vixens Championship up for grabs, you were right. Back when just a handful of Vixens were tasked with carrying the workload that’s distributed much more evenly now, you had it all figured out. But it’s a new day. You say you always bring your best to every outing, and I believe you. The question is, will what counted as “the best” in 2011 be able to cut it in every scenario in 2016? The answer is no. Time and time again, the answer has repeatedly proved to be no. Where you go into every match with a haughty attitude, rolling the dice and waiting to see if your “best” will get the job done, I do my homework. I never approach any two matches exactly the same way, because the mark of a real wrestler is to constantly adapt and evolve. Why do you think you couldn’t get the best of me more than once? Because I switched shit up. So, as much as you’ll sit here and swear you’re coming to rip my arm off again, I’ll disagree with you right until the bitter end. You got one over on me one time, Cameron, and it was hardly a one-sided affair. I made you scratch and claw for that win, despite what you’re saying now. You were the better woman that night, and so I went back to the drawing board. I got ready for the day we’d inevitably meet again, and I was better. The truth is, your best has kept you in the conversation since your return to the Vixens division, but it surely hasn’t carried you as far as you would’ve assumed it would. For real, who does that? Who takes a losing game plan and keeps recycling it? That should be a red flag right there! That’s insane. But no, you don’t learn from your mistakes. If you wanna copy and paste an admittedly great performance from our last meeting and assume it’ll work again, go right ahead. If you’d rather lose than change, I guess that’s your business. It’s funny, with that being the case, that you mention the perils of not adapting new outlooks and attitudes. It’s true, after long absences from this division, HBG and Kendra were able to scale the ladder and get to the top again. Maybe there’s a reason they were able to and you couldn’t. Maybe it could all be traced back to them changing some things for the better and being better suited to navigate today’s Vixens division? Who knows. Maybe it’s not as cut and dry as that. There’s no way for either of us to pin it down definitively. What hasn’t changed is that yes, you’ll bring your best. And so will I. It’s your version of one-hundred percent up against mine. All I have to do is ensure that your best isn’t enough to seal the deal. I can handle that.

I never expected a pat on the back from you or anyone else for actually stepping outside of the Vixens division. Yeah, it still makes a statement when a woman in this company goes out and starts laying claims to things previously only held by men. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed from your heyday to now. It still causes jaws to drop. It still catches people off-guard, but that was never why I did. I didn’t go out and win the Young Lions Cup just for the sake of getting people to talk. I saw an opportunity, and I took it. You get a chance to make history, and you’re supposed to take it. It doesn’t bother me that you’re less than impressed with it all, the same way I’m sure you all-too-easily coped with the rolling of eyes when you won the Interwire and Hall of Fame titles, or when you entered Grand Rampage. I’ll be the first to admit the timing wasn’t so great. Having to worry about Young Lions Cup defenses and Empress of Elite at the same time meant that I had to strike a precarious balance, one that would’ve broken a lesser woman. Would anyone not on par with me have been able to walk out of that tournament with three wins while also defending the Cup in the midst of all the controlled chaos? I doubt it. I’m blazing a trail. Before me, had any Vixens even trained their eyes on this Cup, or were they told for years and years that it was way out of reach? I stepped out of the neat little confines of the Vixens division -- not outta hatred and disdain like you, but to further my legacy and to add a “first” to my name. I opened a door. In my time as the Cup holder, two all women's matches have happened. Previously, it was unheard of just for one woman to be gunning for it, and now, BB and Haruna have tried their hands as well. All the while, I haven’t forgotten where I came from. I’ve never spoken ill of the division that gave me my start, so you could take a few pointers from me. Me stepping into the New Breed division doesn’t make me inherently better than the other girls. It just means I’m trying my hand at broadening my empire. Nothing more, nothing less. I get a kick outta doing things people say I couldn’t or shouldn’t. I’m sure you feel the same way. Be honest, do you think your career would’ve been half as eventful as it’s been if you listened to every person who said you were in over your head challenging men and taking their belts? You didn’t do it for anyone but you. You didn’t ask for anyone’s approval or congratulations, and I’m doing the same. I know you’re used to mattering. I know you’re used to feeling like people are hanging on your every word and thinking your word is gospel, but you not being impressed with what I’ve got going on is far from what will make or break me. You can try to write off the Cup’s importance, but meanwhile, I’ll be striving to make it harder to attain than it was under the watch of that discount bin version of Starr Stan. Six days after losing the Vixens title, I immediately turned around and added another accolade to my resume. I bounced back faster than anyone could’ve ever anticipated, while you’re still sitting here kicking yourself for falling for Jamie’s “woe is me, end it now” routine. It’s fine that you think I’m not on par with you or any of the other old standard-bearers. I’m not losing sleep over it. The only thing separating me from building a legacy like yours is time, and with every passing day, the gap between you and I gets a little narrower. Time is of the essence, Cameron. Every minute you’ve spent looking down on me and singing your own praises, I’ve kept my eyes trained forward. I’ve focused on continuing to improve. Contrary to what you’ve said, I don’t say this in an effort to paint myself as the underdog. No, that’d imply there were some insurmountable odds against me, and that was kinda what I felt you were tryna imply in the beginning. The truth is, this was never a David and Goliath scenario. It was never a case of you leading a lamb to slaughter. It’s a story of the shit that can befall you when you don’t view your contemporaries in the right light. Ignore the challenge in front of you if you want to, Cameron. In any other scenario, your "anything can happen" mantra would hold true, but this isn't open-ended. Aria Jaxon stands as the victor at the end of this. That's the only outcome that's coming to pass. Point-blank, period.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2016, 6:43 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

“New Mentality.”—Empire

I look at the Vixens and I’ve noticed them evolving. You get Azumi Goto go from nice to mean. You get Erica Ford go from a stepping stone to a dead end bride. Even Cailin Dillon went from loser to Empress in a span of a month. You look at the entire Vixens Division evolving to their own characters and then, you look at me. I’m not character. I’m about as real as you can get. I’m not a façade that is made for television. I’m not a gimmick that is supposed to hide my insecurities. I’m not going to spend hours upon hours about how the losses I’ve experienced has not pained me. I’ve grown tired of that. The truth is: loses have hurt me. Almost like they have been stolen from my grasp. Aria, you just like everyone should know how it feels to come so close, yet so far. You should know first-hand how it feels to put everything plus your heart into that ring and have it not paid off in the end. Take that feeling and times it by five. I could have been like most people. I could have been discouraged after suffering huge losses. You could say that it’s all part of the game, but my game does not require me to lose. I shouldn’t lose. While you have original Vixens such as the Heart Break Gal and Kendra Shamez holding the Vixens and Specialists Championship, I should do anything in my right to overthrow them. I refuse to let them maintain the reputation of being some of the greatest Vixens to ever step into the ring. I refuse for those women to make me look inferior to them. With every loss that I have suffered, it angers me. It fuels me up and motivates me to win a match the next time. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that I could be secure with my position with EAW. Aria, you’ve barely been here a year and you’re rising up as much as I hate to accept it. How long until you make me look inferior? When you’re comparing how things have been going from us since the last time we’ve competed, you could say that you’re better than me. I could say that you lost the Vixens Championship at Pain for Pride, but you won the Young Lions Cup a week after. You were able to take one of the hardest losses in your career and you redeemed yourself from it. Me? I haven’t been able to do that. Not even close; however, I got the opportunity to right my loss with you. I almost feel like this is a present from the mighty wrestling gods to me. I feel like this is the moment I needed desperately in order to right my wrongs. I may not be able to right all of them, but righting my wrong with you is the first step in the right direction.

I’ve come to the realization that I need to look at things with an open mind. The world should not be so black and white with me. I need to add a little color here and there. I have had this notion that I was the best no matter the outcome, but what I failed to realize is that I was suffering in the inside. My career was suffering. After Empress of Elite, there was no way I could come back to the land of Elitists and be taken seriously. No. I needed to go back to my roots. I needed to come back here and regain what is rightfully mine. The Vixens Championship. The Specialists Championship. Division domination. One thing that I am familiar with. If there is anyone here that is more than familiar with Vixens’ gold, it’s me. I’m a two-time Vixens Champion. No, I’m not saying that to brag, but out of the two of us, I am most familiar with what I need to do in a championship match. Sure, you got Triple Threat to counter my argument, but I could always bring up Pain for Pride if I wanted too. I could always bring up the fact that the Heart Break Gal made your title reign look like shit. I could bring up the fact that she snatched that Vixens Championship away from you like it was nothing at all. I guess, that is always going to be the story with you. You’re going to give it a good fight and fall short—does that remind you of anyone? Anyone like who you’re facing? As much as I paint the picture of how different we are, we’re not much different. We both found championship gold at the age of twenty-one. We were both the hottest prospects out of the independent wrestling scene. We were both robbed of opportunities that should have rightfully belonged to us! I feel like with the Vixens finally having their own brand, there will be room for a lot of opportunities we might not have been able to receive before. When I mean we, I mean me. You’re right, Aria. You haven’t changed. I haven’t changed, but it’s not going to be the same old shit. Nah, that’s not fun at all. I don’t know about you, but EAW presenting us with a new platform gives us the opportunity to shake things up. We’re not sharing the camera time with the Elitists. We’re the ones carrying the show! Us! The Vixens! Now Aria, all I said was that you’re not in the league of us. Did I ever call you a bottom feeder? Nah, all I said is that you’re beneath us. You’re beneath me. Is that difficult to comprehend? I admit, you’ve done well for yourself, but I’ve done better. I was a woman who did quite well in the mid-card Division. I went with where my potential could shine. I went where all of you Vixens could look at me with the stink face and pretend that you could pull off something like that.

Six months ago, I didn’t give a damn about this Division. This Division could have rotted in hell for all I cared. I became something. I became a woman who held the Interwire Championship to being one of the people who carried Showdown on its back for a while. It’s safe to say that I’m not that woman anymore. I’m back in the Vixens Division. I have a huge chip on my shoulder that has been there for the longest time. By defeating you, I remove that. By defeating you, it provides me with the right step in the direction I need to become one of the faces of the Vixens Division again. I’m completely sick of Vixens like you of using my name to benefit yourselves. I am sick of Vixens defeating me and moving on to greater things while I’m still stuck in the same place. Sheridan became a Vixens Cup holder, TLA became Interwire Champion, Jamie O’ Hara became a Tag Team Champion, you’re a fucking former Vixens Champion and Lions Cup holder! You should know how pissed I am at seeing people getting the opportunities that rightfully belong to me. It should be me. It should be me! I’m completely done with this. I am done with giving people that victory over me they desperately need to become great. It’s not going to happen anymore! I’m done with claiming things and have it not come true. I will promise on CM Bank$’ grave that I’ll come out of this match a winner. I’ll back it up if I need to. I will give it the fight of my life. With this new brand, it feels like it’s a new era in the Vixens Division. Some could say that it’s a fresh start, but it’s never a fresh start for me. I don’t care if it’s a new brand, but it’s still the same old shit. I’m never the woman who is going to forget losing to some of the best talent in EAW has to offer. I’m never the woman who is going to forget one of the women who shut me up and tapped me out. I haven’t forgotten about you, Aria. I just hope that you haven’t forgotten about me. I hope that you have not been able to forget the pain that we’ve caused each other. I bet your arm aches when you say my name. I just hope that it can take the pain I plan to inflict on it on Empire. You can make the claims that it’s the same Cameron Ella Ava and with the same mindset, but you’re terribly wrong. I’m not going to walk into the match with the same mind set I’ve always had. I’m not planning to enter the match underestimating you like you want me too. I’m not going to do that at all. I’m going to walk into this match with an open mind and be prepared with all the possibilities that can happen in the match—sucks for you.

I’m not going to Empire to lose, Aria. You may believe that you have this match figured out, but you’re wrong. I have the most to lose in this match. If I lose again, what does that make me? My mindset of being the GOAT Vixen goes away. That’s the last thing that I want. I don’t want people to watch Empire each and every week and wonder who Cameron Ella Ava is going to get fed too. I want people to watch Empire and guess who is Cameron going to dominate this week. This match is everything to me. I plan to pour my heart and soul into it. I plan for it to be more than enough. The strange things with plans is that they don’t always go accordingly and I’m willing to change it on the spot. I don’t mind changing things last minute. I’m going to go with what benefits me. I’m going to go with what is right for me. I promise victory at Empire. Victory is what I need to right those wrongs that I currently have. You have two victories over my head, but I’ll hang on to that one victory at the Vixens Cup close to my heart just like Ebenezer Scrooge holds Christmas in his. You think that I’m the only one that is sick of the empty promises? You think that I don’t get tired of not backing up my claims? It’s on my mind, Aria. All the losses I have suffered play like a record in the back of my mind. Once again, we have the opportunity to main event. What a perfect platform for me! What a perfect platform for me to finally prove to the world that Cameron Ella Ava can not only make claims, but back them up. As much as I try to say that I haven’t changed, but it looks like I’ve changed just a tiny bit. I’m ready for this match. I’m more than eager to break your arm again if I have too. I know that you must not care about my seal of approval, but I’m hoping one day, you can fit the mold that I see this Vixens Division in. With an Ava as champion, all the problems of the world go away; however, it’s not time to look at the future I have laid out for myself. It’s time to focus on the present I need to solidify myself and secure myself as the Greatest Vixen of All Time. It happens to start with you, Aria. I know that we are going to fight in the best of our abilities. We are going to give it our all, but I need to inform you that I’m not going to be in the wrong side of the match. I’m not going to have the mentality holding me back from getting victories. That is something that you should be quite scared of. With an open minded and bitchy Cameron Ella Ava, anything can happen in this match and that should have you worried.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2016, 2:38 pm by **Hurricane Hawk**

There comes a time in life where you have to complete everything that's in your mind. In your soul. In your heart. What you see, what you feel it doesn't always complete what's in your mind. So, what's on your mind? Heh, actually I'm glad you asked. EAW is on my mind. Elite Answers Wrestling.. I've been here since this place has been EXTREME. I've been through tables.. hit with chairs.. taken battle wounds and cuts.. stitched up. But I can never stay away from this place. This is my true home when it comes that time. But I know that I need to be in that ring and I need to get back to the pedestal that I placed myself on. It feels like a new atmosphere and I'm fine with that.. but that doesn't mean I have to change one bit. Finally, I've seen myself for a brand, and what better place is Dynasty, where I started. There is so much talent here.. legendary like Mr.DEDEDE, a guy that I've been under for years and so much new talent and guys that I've seen grow with my own eyes. I've come back for the Hawk Nation. I've come back to feed the people and to lead myself to the success that I know in my right mind that I deserve. It's nothing more better than to fight for what I need. Each and every step I take I know that I'll be put down.. "Hurricane Hawk won't make it.. he leaves every time." "He doesn't have it in the tank anymore to even think about being a World Champion in this company." All everyone else is doing is just adding more gas in my system.. slowly filling so that I have FULL motivation. And finally.. I have a match with none other than Jacob Senn. I've watched Jacob Senn step up and be who he is, but on Dynasty.. I'm going to have to take the light from you and show you who I really am. This match is my come back match and this is win or go home for me. This is step up to the plate and swing for the fences.. or strike out. But on Dynasty Jacob.. you're going to have to taste what a loss feels like. You feel it a lot for the most part. You see a guy like me Jacob, we've been bred for these type of situations. Being under guys like CM Bank$, Y2Impact, and Jaywalker was not just for the looks, it put me to work. It showed me a path that I knew was made for me, but I had to make the greatest decisions. I'm not looking to get into that ring and show my come back just to loss to you.. No.. I'm looking to get into that ring and embarrass you because you most likely think that you're going to show off and do everything that you want to say that you got a win over a legend.. but I'm no longer a legend.. I'm not a myth.. I'm now just like the rest of you, and I'm looking to EAT. I'm hungry. I'm looking to GRIND.. everyday training.. everyday pushing myself to the limits, but when I get back into that ring.. you'll just get a taste of what I'm looking for in the future. I'm looking to PUT.. YOU.. DOWN. Jacob.. you can think this is going to be so easy for you.. you can show off but when you look into my eyes and see that I'm dead serious.. don't run away. You're going to take a beating.. and then after you're done with you can really go back into that locker room and know that I'm every single bit better than you and ALWAYS will be even if they put me in a wheel chair and tied my hands behind my back. There hasn't been a change with me. I'm not leaving.. The only time I would ever leave now is when my goals are COMPLETED. You want to face a REAL LEGEND? You have him now, but don't regret it. I'm about every single bit ready to step into that ring.. I'm no longer nervous.. I'm excited.. I'm READY to take on anything that you throw at me. There's no going back on this one. So when you see me.. just know this is real. Know that I'm coming for any opportunity I get, but I'm coming for something specific and I'm not going to let ANY.. ELITIST.. in my way. I'm a man on a mission right now and if you push me the wrong way.. every single part of me turns into this beast that cannot be STOPPED. So Jacob Senn.. I really do hope you prepare for Dynasty but even if you do.. I'll still come out on top.. and that is a FACT.

FRIDAY NIGHT EMPIRE - 001 - PART ONE

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“Fall seven time, stand up eight.”

Ya know, the worst thing that could possibly happen to someone is when their momentum comes to a halt. Whether it be ya personal life, an emergency or like ya girl over here. Injury. There I was on Sunday, backstage chilling with the rest of the girls anxious, sweatin’ and waitin’ to see who was gonna walk out as the 2016 Empress of Elite. You bet I was happy as hell for my girl Cailin, but all I could think about was, damn that coulda been me! Unfortunately, the time just wasn’t right for ya girl, I accept it. I fell down, but bet that ass, BB stood right the fuck up. It’s just what I do. So ya better get used to it. But guess what tho?! Ya girl is BACK and by the looks of this match we got coming up, I ain’t the only thing that’s back. Looks like Haruna and miss Matsuda got back together huh? But uh wait, Haruna’s too busy rubbing crotches with Azumi now! I mean boo, talk about awkward. I mean daaaamn! Workin with ya ex? I know that’s GOT to be hard. Especially for you Stephanie. Ya just keep having one failure after another. I mean I know the Sanitorium is goin’ through it, since ya know Madison couldn't do the job, and lost the Empress of Elite I know Eclipse won’t be so happy about that, and sure as hell won’t be too pleased when he watched you get ya ass handed to ya on the first edition of Empire. Fact is, I don’t know that much about my teammates, but what I DO know is that tonight is history. Tonight, WE get to be on the card for the first ever edition of Empire! The Vixen takeover is here, and ya best believe it’s gon’ be LIT! So ya know what, I gotta do what I gotta do. If I gotta work with some ladies I don’t know too well, then so be it. The job will be done and that dub will be ours! At least I know that I can trust my partner more than ya’ll could trust yours. I mean Stephy-boo, didn’t ya girl Haruna turn on you? I mean I wouldn’t work with someone who already crossed me. Who knows what the bitch is capable of. Betrayal ain’t out the question. She might leave ya hangin’ and miss Veena is too busy kissin’ her own ass that ya might end up gettin’ beat the fuck down! The only reason why I couldn’t make it in the Empress of Elite was because I got hurt. I didn’t quit, I didn’t lose, I just got hurt. What’s your excuse Stephanie? Allow me to drop some knowledge on ya.. Ya just wasn’t good enough. Ya wasn’t good enough this year and if you were around for last year you wouldn't have made it then either. I know you’ve been dying to get back in the ring with me, ever since our last little fiasco. The sad part is your own little Sanatorium buddy cost ya the match! She was sweatin and worried because she knew what everyone else knew, I had ya beat! Now I bet you’re just dying to avenge that huh? But ya know what I gotta say about that? BRING IT. Cause’ BB ain’t scared of NOBODY. Not a man, not a woman, not an alien, and let’s keep it a buck ma, ya definitely don’t look like you’re from this planet. I mean is it the stress that’s gotcha lookin’ like that?! It’s gotta be. I mean you didn’t make it in the Empress of Elite and then the on woman that you’re demented cult leader could actually depend on, couldn’t get the job done either. I guess Territorial Invasion just wasn’t the night for The Sanitorium, huh boo boo? Even your big and almighty “leader” lost his match. Oh but don’t worry ma, let me save you from opening that nasty little mouth of yours, ya gonna go on and on about how my boo lost his match too right? Save it ma, cause I can acknowledge that myself. The difference between Nasir and Eclipse is that my man wasn't fighting for himself alone. Aren simply got the better of him that night. There’s a reason why a chick like yaself repeatedly fails.. You're opponent was always better. They were better and guess what, so am I. The little lapdog for the Sanitorium is about to be tamed. Haruna don’t think I forgot about ya. You can pretend to everyone about how all of a sudden you play nice, but trust me ma, I don’t buy that shit you’re sellin’. Ya see, Cloudy ain’t the only one lookin’ to redeem herself. The only difference is, I am determined to make sure that I DO get to redeem myself. I can admit it. You got the best of me. One on one, I gave you all I had in me, and you simply had the upperhand. Congratulations. I Can’t ignore that, and I won’t. That ain’t how I’m built. However I refuse to let you get the upper hand on me again. I may have been down and I may have been out, but I spent that time rebuilding myself, redesigning who I was, to make sure that when I did come back, I would be back with a vengeance. More fuel was added to my fire of making it in this business, and the vixen’s getting their own show is the perfect platform to showcase myself. A chance for ya girl to truly shine. I will not let you take my opportunity to. Especially a hater like Veena Adams. I don’t care who’s niece you are, I don’t care who you’re related too, how much money you have. It does not matter. You’ve been coming at me over feed for all I can think would be nothing but jealous. But you know what they say, if people are talkin’ about ya, if people are that pressed about ya then ya must be doing something right. It would be my pleasure to shut those Kylie Jenner lips of yours. So bring it ladies, cause I am ready.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2016, 1:08 pm by **Bloody Jack**

SHOWDOWN PROMO #1

[Saturday, September 17, 2016

BC Place, Vancouver, Canada

The arena now stands empty and silent, which is a stark contrast to how it was only hours previous, when the hall was filled with screaming fans, flashing lights, and the sounds of battle. Zack Crash stands on the ramp, his body showing the prizes of one of one such battle, as the ring crew disassembles everything around him. But Crash’s sight is fixed on a particular sight. The War Games structure still lies in a crumbled heap upon the ring where both Ares and Brian were caught within its mangled grip. Crews try to navigate through it, coming up with ways to remove the mass of steel and wire. But Zack Crash hopes they never remove it. He looks at it with a look of awe, as if admiring a particularly fine piece of artwork. The structure is a reminder of the type of match for which he dominates, and more recently, a monument to yet another victory over heated rival Matt Ryder. He walks along the structure, reach out to touch it with a loving yet gentle caress.]

Zack Crash: Of all spectrums on the human emotional wheel, none is probably more dangerous than the feeling of despair.

It is the feeling a man gets when he hits his lowest point; when he loses all hope of digging himself out of the hole he currently finds himself in. At which point, a man usefully has one of two reactions. Either he resigns himself to his fate, and simply wallows in his despair until the end. Or perhaps the “braver” amongst man gets up, and tries for one last stand against the despair that is fighting to take him over. And while some of us may think this noble, while some of us may think the “cornered animal” is the most dangerous kind of creature, this is purely wishful thinking. A man in the pits of despair is not capable of reasoned or strategic thought. He acts carelessly because he is desperate to end his despair. He fights to the bitter end without a thought to his physical or mental safety because he believes he has nothing to lose. Which begs the question is the man brave for fighting against his despair…or does he simply have a death wish? Perhaps he fights in the hopes that it will be his last stand. Perhaps his thoughtless tactics are a subconscious means to ensure that when the battle is done, though he may have lost again, he is no longer a slave to despair or anything else. But what is it that drives a man to such a place? Maybe it’s the frustration of having failed to accomplish his goals after endless attempts. Or it could be from the humiliation suffered from ones peers, seeing the looks in their eyes as they are no longer viewed in his colleague’s eyes as he once was. It could even be a collection of all of both of these things, mixed together in a melding pot of self-pity and loathing.

This is the situation Matt Ryder currently finds himself in.

[Zack stops at the corner of the ring where the bell keeper would normally sit. He imagines, like an echo in his head, that moment when the bell sounded after Lioncross tapped out, securing the victory for Team Crash…securing the victory once again for OMERTA.]

Even I can’t help but feel sorry for Matty at this point in the game. Try after try, week after week, and month after month, Matty just can’t seem to come out on top of anything. That type of consistency is admirable to some extent, but also very depressing. You just got to pity someone who seems so incapable of succeeding. Nobody knows this more than Matty, and right now he’s desperate even the slightest bit of momentum in our continuing feud. Anyone can see it in the way he begged, pleaded, even demanded a rematch with me this coming Showdown. But Murrow has gotten so exasperated with Matty and his constant failures, that he only granted this match only to relieve himself of two annoyances at the moment. Worst of all for Matty, he informed him that this would be his last match against me. So I’d say it’s not a stretch to say that Matty is feeling the pressure right about now. I hate to be the one to say I told you so but…I told you so Matty. I told you your team would be unable to function, and yet again I turned out to be right. You should’ve seen the look on your team’s faces when Ryan Marx attacked you like that. It was priceless. And the way Tyler Parker dropped the ball in those final moments was even more delicious. But all that’s in the past Matty. Team Crash beat Team Ryder, and no matter the excuses you’re bound to spout, nothing will change that fact. Instead lets look to the future and the coming finale to this dull, and predictable story that has been Zack Crash vs. Matt Ryder. Seriously, did anyone really expect this to end any other way?! How long can you repeat the same thing before it loses the shock value?! It makes me wonder why Matty continues to do this to himself. Why Matty? Why do you insist on subjecting yourself to this humiliation? Why do you embarrass yourself so continually? Why do you drag your already low name through the dirt? Perhaps you’re a masochist of some kind, getting off on the constant beatings and suffering. Or maybe…it’s something else.

[Zack gives a wicked grin.]

Maybe that confidence you displayed so honestly before is dead and buried. If so, then what is it now that drives you to challenge me? Maybe, just maybe, this isn’t so much to try and beat me as much as it is to prove something to yourself. Admit it Matty, you’re starting to doubt your own abilities. You’ve been back for a few months now, and your biggest victory came in a tag match where afterwards you still were made to look like my inferior. A string of failures can be denied only for so long before they start catching up to a man. A reasonable man can deny the obvious for only so long before logic takes over, unless he’s just that stupid. You cannot argue or deny that I have dominated you at every angle and countered your every move against me. You can talk all you want about interference or entertainment, but the numbers don’t lie, and right now I’m batting a thousand while you’re struggling to get a single bunt. Anyone would start to turn his or her reflection inward at this stage and that’s only natural. So this match you requested isn’t so much for me as it is for yourself. It’s your last chance to not just beat your hated enemy, but also to prove you still got what it takes to survive in today’s EAW environment. This isn’t about what I did to you or EAW anymore. This has now become about what you did to yourself. All those years of being complacent with your midcard slot, of always accepting being second rate, are finally catching up to you. Only difference is now everyone sees it too. The man who used to make people laugh with his juvenile antics, the guy who “entertained” people with his bro puns, has suddenly lost his appeal and gotten lost in the shadow of his far more impressive competition. This isn’t how you want it all to end though. This isn’t how you want to be remembered, so you’re betting it all. You’re risking everything, going against logic and history, in the hopes of that one glorifying moment. But take solace in the fact that your attempts will be just as pointless as the previous ones. Let’s pretend for a moment that you’re actually able to beat me on Showdown…what exactly will that prove? If a soccer team loses 1 to 5, do people care more about the losing team because they made a spectacular goal in the final seconds? No! Because regardless they still lost; not just lost, but dominated. Even in the unlikely chance that you win, it won’t change the fact that I beat you whenever it really counted. I beat you at Dia Del Diablo, and my team bested yours at Territorial Invasion. Compared to these, who really cares about a single, lowly Showdown victory? Like I said before, this match really doesn’t mean anything to me. Beating you doesn’t gain me any prestige anymore, and it barely causes me any enjoyment anymore. To me this is just me coming into work, doing my job, and moving onto more important things. In the grand scheme of OMERTA’s tapestry, you’re just a tiny speck of dust. Easily washed away, and just as quickly forgotten.

[Zack Crash begins to walk into the arena seating, passing by several piles of snack wrappers, bottles of various types of drink, popcorn boxes, and other forms of trash. But he stops as he comes to one in particular. He reaches down to pick up what appears to be a fan sign that has been ripped in half. Zack puts to the two halves together to read, and smiles in amusement at what he sees…

“TEAM RYDER > TEAM CRASH”

Apparently whoever held this sign was so disappointed in Team Ryder that he ripped up his own sign in protest to their defeat. Zack laughs as he finishes the job, ripping and ripping the sign until it looks like confetti.]

Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong. Maybe you’re not trying to win this last match. Maybe you know you can’t win and this is just Matty’s Last Stand. Maybe you’re trying to go down in a blaze of glory like the 300 at Thermopylae. In which case I’d say there are better and more dignified ways to end your career. But then again, dignity has never been apart of your career has it…bro? But if this is how you want it all to end, if this is how you want your last moments in EAW to be remembered, then who am I to say otherwise. I’ll gladly accommodate your last request and make sure that even if the final match of your career isn’t particularly fabulous, at the very least it’ll be memorable. I’ll make sure you remember every blow, every defeat, and every humiliation. It’s going to be a trip down memory lane for all of us Matty, because I’m going to condense all the themes and aspects of what this feud has been about into a single match. What are those themes and aspects you might ask? The theme that no matter what you do, you can never overcome the power I embody, and the aspect that you can’t beat me. Everything I’ve been trying to teach you for months now is finally going to stick. You’re not better than me, you’ve never been better than me, and you’ll never be better than me. Every encounter and every moment until now has just reinforced that point. Now comes the final lesson.

Perhaps then you’ll finally remember that your place in this business is and always will be beneath my feet.

[With that, Zack tosses up the pieces of the destroyed sign and lets them fall around him like tiny snowflakes. We raises his arms to the sides, bathing in the victory they now represent. He closes his eyes as he chants in prayer…]

In OMERTA We Trust!

[Fade to black.]

Re: EAW Promoz! September 20th 2016, 12:52 pm by **Bhris Elite**

Everyone’s a philosopher nowadays huh?

You just don’t know when to shut up do you? You try to make a deep meaning out of literally everything you speak about.   There is no deep meaning in this match Saturday it’s just Chris Elite vs Ryan Mark. Chris Elite (Champion) vs Ryan Marx (Challenger). Nothing else and nothing more, this also our first match against one another so I don’t get why you keep on speaking like we’ve been at this for years it’s just really annoying at this point.   I never said I knew it all I just said I am going to defeat you Saturday. Maybe it bothers you that I’m straight to the point about things instead of trying to make a story about it and make something so simple have a deeper meaning than it should. Wait maybe you are mad at the fact I have so much confidence in myself going into this match.    I’m not attempting to predict the future Ryan it’s just that I have a huge confidence in myself walking into the ring this week knowing I’m going to walk in champion and walk out champion. Why does that bother you so much? Is it because you don’t have the same confidence? Or maybe it’s because what I’m saying is true. Maybe you too are looking into the future and just won’t admit it. Is it possible that you already pictured yourself walking into this match with nothing and walking out with nothing?

I think I might have it all figured out and I only said I think because I know you’ll find some philosopher type of reason to tell me I don’t have it figured out.   Ryan I’m not scared to lose my New Breed championship not one bit actually. I know it’s going to happen someday just not Saturday though.    On Saturday I do go against one of the best new comers EAW has to offer with that being said though, when I look inside my crystal ball. When I look into the future as you keep saying I do. I see the chosen one. I see one of the best new comers in EAW lying at the bottom of my feet.   Insecure? Please the world knows that’s one thing I’m not, see if you call me scared and I don’t defend myself that just proves you right that I am scared but when I do defend myself I’m still somehow scared? It makes no sense to me and you have no reason to tell explain to the people you’re not scared of me because I never said you were. That’d be lying if I did say that Ryan just like you telling me I’m scared of you is lying. See unlike guys like Lannister I’m not big and muscular and I don’t have a lot of strength either. You aren’t supposed to be intimidated by me until we actually step in the ring together and you see what I’m capable of first hand. I respect how calm you are I really do. I like the fact you aren’t overly excited however with that being said I think that all leads back to the point I made earlier. You also see the future. You aren’t excited and you aren’t jumping with joy because you have a title shot because just like me. You know the end results already.

There is no need for you to get to hype because really what’s the point? You want to compare our composure’s going into this match? Let’s do exactly that then shall we? Even though you may not think so I’m not too excited myself either however I do have a huge confidence in myself to go out there and know I’m going to win. That’s why I’m making what you call these “Assumptions” you on the other hand. You just don’t have that same confidence I do in myself.   “People need to stop making assumptions about me, because nine times out of ten, they’re wrong”. Well I guess you can look at me as that one person who isn’t wrong about what I’m saying.   I never said the fact I wasn’t a replacement should scared you. I was just simply letting you know that I was in the match from the get.

Like you said though anyone could have been in my position but they weren’t. I was a first pick for Matt Ryder after he seen me defeat Nobi he knew I was the right person to be in the match. So sure I was expendable anyone could have been in my spot but they weren’t in my spot. So we’ll never know if they would have done better than me or not so how about you stop with the petty insults. Trying to get under my skin. Funny thing is they could have also picked anyone else to be a replacement. Then they would probably be the one facing me for my title and not you. That’s not the case though you were the replacement and you are the one I defend my title against. You are the one that world will tune in Saturday and see me defeat. I’m self-centered? How is that? I mean you are the guy who keeps saying I’m an idiot for wanting to give these fans something to be proud of. Last time I checked self-centered guys don’t do such things. Self-centered guys do things for themselves and no one else. However everything I do is for myself and these fans as wel.

I think you might be the one who’s self-centered. Claiming these fans need you to be champion when that’s the last thing they want to happen. A misguided soul? No value to the belt? I give this belt the most value it’s hand in a LONG time and just losing it to you lowers the value yet again. I mean sure you’d probably make somewhat of a good champion but with that being said are you the champion EAW wants to see? No. Are you the champion EAW deserves? No, because the man who EAW deserves to have as champion already has a championship and that’s myself. I get so many fan mails a day thanking me that I’m champion.   These fans know I’ll defend this title whenever and wherever. The fans know whenever I step into the ring as champion I’ll give it my all and put one of the best matches or if not THE best match of the night day in and day out.   You don’t threaten me mentally nor physically and I don’t know what makes you think you do. You think all this deep shit you continue to spew threatens me? Well it doesn’t it just gives me a massive headache because instead of being straight to the point you try to give everything a deeper meaning then it should.   Sure you might have more strength over me but a lot of people have that advantage over me and those same people were lying down below me while my hand was being raised and you will be no different.

Okay maybe you don’t have nothing to lose and I looked too deep into things maybe just for a second you’re stupid ways rubbed off on me. Just know with having nothing to lose it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll still lose on Saturday. #7years1title? That’s a good one. I’m glad everyone is just recycling each other’s jokes now. Like I haven’t heard it time and time again I think we got the point I’ve only had 1 title in my 7 years of being here. I think we understand the fact that until last month my career has been shitty.   What’s going to be the new joke when I drop this title and move on and win another title? Will you guys ever come up with something different to say? Here maybe I can help you out a bit. Maybe you can say I don’t give it my everything in that ring whether I’m defending the title or not. Never mind that one because then you’d just be lying.   Hold up though I think I got another one you can use. Maybe you can say I’m the best New Breed Champions in a LONG time… Wait… Wait even though that’s not really saying much that would also be a lie. Now I think of it maybe the whole #7years1title thing is the only noteworthy thing you got on me. It’s the only noteworthy thing you’ll ever have on me because you won’t defeat Mr. #7years1title. No matter of fact #7Years1title will defeat you. Making you the guy that lost too Mr. #7Years1title.   Making that #2defenses.   I’m sorry that I somehow don’t reach you’re level of smarts. I’m sorry I’m not using philosopher like insults and I also apologize in advance that this “Waste of talent” will make waste of the one opportunity you had of taking my belt away from me.

Want to know what I’m going to do? I’m going to keep relying on my confidence that you keep calling “Telling the future”. I’m not going to accept the “Fact” at Showdown I’m unmatched because it isn’t nowhere near a fact. To be honest you couldn’t be more wrong. There is nothing to accept other than the fact that on Saturday I’ll still be on that banner of champions in EAW. While you keep trying to fan made banners with yourself on it. Or fan made pictures of you standing above me. The fans won’t do it though because they just can’t get that picture in their heads to draw it on a piece of paper. No one has that picture in their heads of you taking my championship away from me and no one ever will have that picture in their heads.

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