NEO Promos

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Here you can write promos about each match you will compete in if you have chosen to participate in a NEO Event/Tournament.. Please do not spam, or put pointless things that aren't promos and DO NOT CHALLENGE ANYONE and remember, THIS IS ALL FAKE AND STORYLINE so please do not take anything serious. Thank you.

The Promo Limit for any NEO Event/Tournament is ONE. Do not post anymore than that, and focus more on quality than quantity. If you are competing in a tag team or trio or more, you may feature your partners in your promo, but it will still be YOUR promo.

ALL MATCHES WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN THE FORUMS OF THE CURRENT EVENT/TOURNAMENT

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 13th 2016, 10:22 am

The scene opens up inside of a Lifetime Fitness gym in Seattle, Washington. The camera pans over to Aaron Stone sparring with a boxing bag that his fitness coach is holding in place. Stone throws a left, a right, a left and then a right.

No quitting.

Stone throws a straight right, a left hook and then a right uppercut.

No mercy.

Stone lands a succession of one-two punches before almost knocking the bag off of it’s hinges and his personal trainer backwards with a right haymaker.

NO REMORSE.

The final words leave his lips, Stone stops still and takes a breather before turning to the camera as he removes his gloves, revealing his taped up hands.

I am a man with a heart of stone and a mind made of diamond. I do not allow emotions to cloud my judgement as so many others in my shoes would. I look at the Triad Games as nothing more than an opportunity to show my worth to the world and prove why they call me a stone cold killer. When you dare to step foot in the same ring as me there is no escape from the cold, merciless beating you are about to receive. In the short few years that I have been in this industry I have already proven myself to be at the epitome of mental and physical toughness. Through trials and tribulations I have given my all and it is because of this fact that you look at me in the peak of my physical condition. Unlike so many other men and women who would enter this business and make half-hearted efforts to become the best, I lay all my chips on the table and strive to become tougher, stronger and better every single day until the day that I die and that’s going to be hell for everyone that has the misfortune of standing toe to toe with me. This stone doesn’t crack.

Becoming the best takes more than just skill, more than just luck. To become the best you have to work hard and, I assure you, every night I am ROCK. HARD. Despite being fortunate enough to grow up in Seattle, I’ve had my fair share of woes. They didn’t break me. At the tender age of eleven I found myself alone with my mother and no father so what did I do? Despite the lack care, money or attention that I received because of this all it did was serve as further motivation for me to follow my dream… making the wrestling industry everyone else’s nightmare. When bills got high and my mother struggled to keep our house afloat, instead of sitting there and complaining and doing nothing about it I went out there and I started training. Every day and every night I worked to keep a roof over my head when I was only seventeen years old and if it wasn’t for the fact that I took a stand and made something of myself so soon, I wouldn’t be here today. If it wasn’t for my will to succeed I wouldn’t be standing before you the man carved from rock. The key factor? When I was left with a single parent I could have wept and cried about it because “life isn’t fair” but instead I took the time to learn. I cast while the iron was hot and I honed my craft as soon as I had the opportunity. I can’t help but ponder if anyone else here would be so bold to do the same.

Looking at the names that make up the list of Triad Games competitors, I see nobodies, I see jokes but, worst of all, I see men and women who for too long rested on their laurels. We, the No Remorse Corps., have made it known that we are dominant, destructive and the last people that you want to have the displeasure of facing. You look at a woman such as Vanessa Archer and, without even uttering a word, you know that she is a vivacious, spiteful vixen with an attitude so malicious that not even I would dare question her authority. She’s bold, villainous and the last woman on Earth that you would want to get on the bad side of. Trust me, I know. She is the perfect definition of blonde ambition and for good reason. Her ambition almost even surpasses mine and she makes that crystal clear when she’s stepping on your neck. Don’t believe me? Just watch her. She may be stunning, she may be five foot one but don’t let that fool you. There’s no false sense of security allowed here, especially when you know Miles Maverick and I will always be there to take advantage. Don’t let that arrogance blind you from the cold, hard facts. Miles Maverick is quite possibly the greatest technical wrestler to ever grace the squared circle. Without all the fast cars, expensive suits and large houses what you see before you is a man built for greatness and destined for success. It just so happens that that success is going to be in this tournament.

You see, I know that because of one simple fact: We’re all selfish.

All three of us want this for ourselves more than anyone else who thinks they have what it takes to take that trophy for themselves and that’s abundantly clear from the lack of voices heard over these past two weeks. Here I am, representing the greatest team in this tournament, speaking my mind while the rest of you cower back in fear as you wait anxiously for someone else to make the first move. That’s more than cowardly. That’s embarrassing.

You all sit there waiting for the opportunity to make a statement to come to you and it’s just like I said: You all rest on your laurels like this is some kind of game, as if there’ll be a second chance for you i things don’t work out. Well here’s the zinger: You’re wrong. You can’t just sit back and wait for everyone to do the work for you… YOU TAKE. YOU TAKE AND YOU TAKE UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT AND THEN YOU WIN. OPPORTUNITIES DON’T ARRIVE, THEY’RE CREATED.

Clearly none of you understand that and it is why you will all fail miserably.

Me? I’m throwing the first stone and I’m personally making sure that the No Remorse Corps. leave the Triad Games as your sole winners.

The camera fades to black.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 13th 2016, 2:14 pm

A God’s Arrival

The private plane had touched down merely a few thirty minutes ago. Even with it landing no one had actually chosen to leave the plane just yet. Not until the figurehead of their voyage chose to move from his spot. Gojira himself swallowed the white wine he had been sipping, his eyes brushing along the glass itself before he set it down on the table he had installed into the plane. Class. He enjoyed the class he had received due to his status as a world class fighter and his prestige due to his very size. His nature alone would have warranted a first class ticket on any airline...but nothing beat the class of a private jet.

“Sir. Whenever you are ready we may disembark.” one of his private stewardesses stated, bowing her head.
“What do you think of...America?” Gojira asked her, his accent thick in his throat.
“I was born here sir, it’s...well some would say it’s a beautiful country in parts.”
“That is not what I asked of you. What do you think of it?” he asked her again, pouring a second glass of wine and handing it to the girl as he stood up, his head scraping the roof of the jet as he cracked his neck, adjusting his suit. Class did not always mean comfort...but you couldn’t always have comfort at 7’4”. That was just something he had learned to live with. The girl rubbed the back of her neck, clearly in fear of him. Size wise he could admit he was a bit intimidating. One had to be. If you do not grow up strong in this world, then others would take everything from you. That is just the way that the world worked.

“America is...well...I grew up in one of the poorer areas of America. So I saw a lot of homeless, a lot of broken housing. People afraid to walk the streets at night. And it’s like that in some of the nicer areas as well. America is a haven for just...some of the worst parts of society as a whole. But it’s also a shining example of beauty. Because some people can change that for the better and -”
“Enough. Your talk of America is...adorable. You describe it as this great country in your media, but once one truly talks to an American you reveal that it is in fact a poor and broken country. It does not matter. I am not here to talk down to America as a whole. I came to find a challenge. Come, finish your wine and get my things. We are going.” he interrupted, placing his massive hand on top of the girls head before brushing her aside and walking out of the plane. The rest of the crew made way quickly, in order to allow him through. As he walked he pulled out his phone, checking over the list of his opponents, and the two that he had allied himself with with a smile on his face.

“America. I must admit, at least your hotels and airports are of high class. The customer service actually helps when instructed to help. Your stewardesses are pretty. They are clean. And they do provide the services they are ordered to provide. In short, America, you have bred a good class of servants and menial labor. Of this you should feel honored. A superpower such as yourself cannot possibly sustain its own growth, and you have instead chosen to focus inward and make yourselves what you are truly designed to be. Lower class. Compared to the glory of your forefathers. Take Prague as an example. We are a city of beauty. Of expert engineers, scientists, and fighters. We are a dominant force, and I am proof of that dominance. And of course, my allies in my venture hail from the land that held one of the greatest powers known to the world. Greece. A city of history and power. America is a product of our greatness, and it is nothing less but folly to say that anyone you send to us...anyone from America, will fall at our mighty hands.

And so, the Triad Games approach. The Triad games host some of the strongest talent in mankind it seems. All walks of life from all nations, and they pair me and my comrades against these American pig sows? What are their names? Cyanide...as in the poison one takes to truly die horrifically? Nero? A man named after a roman emperor...regarded as insane. And...Big Bear Sullivan? A name who named himself as a child would name his imaginary friend. And that catchphrase. Hoose? What are you? You are the biggest challenge on their team, yet you have the mind of a small child. I do not wish to sully my hands with your blood so I will make our match short and sweet. No one in your entire team can defeat me. Your team of insignificant small minded fools, you are not worth licking the boots of the men I faced in Japan. Those men, who fought with pride for their country. Honor in their words. And strength of a thousand men. Those men who I cut down as one chops down a tree. I am unflinching. My size is my strength, for I am large in intellect as well as size. I know how to work my way around a ring, while you three simply exist in it as bugs. Flies to be swatted away. So, swatted away you will be. I have no patience for this. The three of you are not worth my time. This tournament itself is all that I seek. I want a true challenge, a real test of my skills. The three of you...you are not that challenge. You are insignificant. I will crush you at my feet and move on to the next roadblock in my path. Still...a good present, for my welcome to America.”

Guest

(The scene begins in the beautiful setting of a field of corn. The sun is barely setting as the sky has a gradient of light colors displayed. The beautiful messiah, Shyla McTucky is seen traveling in her luxurious 1977 Chevrolet pickup. Her curly, golden hair is flowing with the wind as she’s driving 99 MPH in a 45 MPH zone. The wild hog suddenly brakes and nothing can be heard other than rusty breaks holding back the vehicle for dear life. Shyla jumps out of her truck and slams the door closed. She looks inside the truck as she is visibly irritated.)

Shyla: NOW, DAMN IT! HURRY UP! I DON’T GOT ALL DAY!

(A young boy with a red flannel shirt and red hair emerges from the truck. A smaller girl follows behind wearing a dirty old dress.)

Hank: I almost fell outta’ the window, momma! If only you wouldn’t had taken the seatbelts out the truck…

Shyla: DON’T FEED ME THAT LIBERAL BULLCRAP, HANK! And lower ya voice! If ya daddy woulda hurd you right now he’d smack ya silly.

Mackenzie: Momma, my teeth been hurtin’ for days! Why ain’t ya takin me to the tooth doctor?

(Shyla’s demeanor suddenly changes. Her aggressive behavior is toned down as she bends over to Mackenzie’s short stature.)

Shyla: Listen here baby girl… Momma ain’t got the money to take you to the tooth doctor. Momma got a lot of bills to pay. Like I’m savin’ some money in my piggy bank so you can be in beauty pageants! Then after they see how much of a special little doll you are, we gone get our own reality television show! That fat bitch honey boo boo will be completely erased from our memories as my little Mackenzie takes the stage!

Mackenzie: But momma! I don’t even like girly stuff! Hank is the one I always be catchin’ in my dresses late at night! Why don’t you choose him?!

Shyla: SHUT UP! Mackenzie you will make this family proud and you will NOT put the blame on your brother! You can’t be destroyin’ his manhood with them type of comments! What do you think his little friends will say? You want ya brother to get bullied?

Mackenzie: Momma, I have a feelin’ Hank is gay.

Shyla: WHAT’D I TELL YA? SHUT UP! Hank isn’t a homofaggotsexual! Sure, Hank likes to watch fat men like Scott Oasis from EAdubya wrestle in their little thongs but Hank is a man from GOD and he will be treated as such! Little girl I should have you go clean the hogs pen for makin’ such remarks!

(Mackenzie suddenly flops around angrily as she begins to yell.)

Mackenzie: I WANT MY DADDY! I DON’T LIKE YOU, MOMMA!

(Mackenzie runs away as Shyla is left with Hank. Hank has a distraught look in his face as Shyla immediately notices.)

Shyla: Oh, baby. Don’t listen to what that HEATHEN has to say. I know you ain’t a liberal faggot that probably supports takin’ away our guns and all that shit. Ain’t that right, suga?

Hank: ….

Shyla: Now boy, you best respond to me or I’ll call yo daddy to—

Hank: .. I think I am gay.

Shyla: ….

Hank: …

Shyla: You mind repeatin’ that again, son? I gotta clean my ears one of these days.

Hank: I like men, ma’.

Shyla: You admire men, is what you mean, right suga?

Hank: I was watchin’ EAW the other day and I think Mr. Oasis is sexy with his big muscles and small trun—

Shyla: Hank I know yous almost thirteen and you goin through changes but you speak of this to no one, is that understood?

Hank: But momma’, MR. OASIS IS…

Shyla: I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD, HANKFORD?

Hank: ….Yes momma… (as he says under his breath) Fucking pig.

(Shyla is about to go off on poor Hank as she suddenly receives a phone call on her Nokia 8210 phone.)

Shyla: Hello?

NEO Rep: Hello? Hi! May I speak with Shyla McTucky?

Shyla: Yes, this is her!

NEO Rep: Hi! I just wanted to call you and say that you are a lucky individual because YOU got selected for the NEO tournament!

Shyla: What? You serious?! I – I got it?! I was allowed in the tournament?! You gotta be kiddin’ me! You gotta!

NEO Rep: Yes, Ms. McTucky! You are a part of the… White trash trio, correct? You will be going into this tournament with both Lynyrd and Skynyrd for your chance to win the entire tournament!

Shyla: Oh, I gotta tell me son right now! He’s standin’ right next to me! Thank you, ma’am! May God be with you! Oh! And I gotta say that it’s so nice to see that NEO ain’t in any way discriminatory. For a secon’ I thought I was going to get denied entrance because I’m carryin’ a little one inside!

NEO Rep: Oh, you mean like carrying your children around the arena? That won’t be possible due to them having a possibility of getting injured, but they can for sure be at ringside!

Shyla: I mean baby Hope! The one I got growin’ in my belly!

NEO Rep: Wait, do you mean you’re pregna—

Shyla: After I win, my dream of becomin’ a reality star will finally come true. Thank ya so much for this opportunity! I’ll get in contact soon!

(Shyla eagerly hangs up and talks to Hank, who is now picking daisies from a nearby field.)

Shyla: HANNNKK! Stop takin’ part of them faggot activities and come on here!

(Hank sighs as he complies and walks towards his mother.)

Shyla: Honey, we bout to eat steak for dinner every night real soon!

Hank: Momma, I don’t think we can afford buy that with our food stamps.

Shyla: HEY! HUSH! You about to see ya momma on the television ever night, Hanky! Me and you daddy and Mackenzie’s daddy are going to be on the tv wrestlin’!

Hank: Is that so, momma? Who you gone be wrestlin’ against?

Shyla: Does that even matter, Hanky?! The people who are goin against me and ya daddy and step daddy are nothin’ but a bunch of liberal, Hillary Clinton lovin’ socialists. You see, Hanky, there comes a time in a woman’s life where you really gotta grab life by the balls and squeeze em’ out to make lemonade. We live in a world where women are often undermined and not taken into consideration for anything! I know Mackenzie ran off like a little brat, but I’m doin this for both you and your sister. I’m often not taken seriously due to my stature and they often mistaken me by a fella, but once I open my mouth its like everything goes to the shits. You know what I mean, Hank?

Hank: Not really, no.

Shyla: JUST LIKE YA DADDY, WELL NO ONE ASKED YOU ANYWAY! My opponents for NEO are nothing in comparison to me. I will beat them until they croak then and there in the middle of the ring. I have two of the best support systems on the planet by my side and I know I will conquer that entire tournament. I swear on my late great granddaddy and my late great sugardaddy that I will make you all proud. I promise. NOW, lets get on home. Both ya daddy and uncle are about to get there any minute for they supper. I saw a dead deer a few miles back, we should go check if he still fresh.

(Shyla stomps back to her car and gets in the driver’s seat. Hank is seen gazing off into the sunset as Shyla angrily asks Hank to get in the car. Hank sighs and complies as they both drift off into the sunset.)

FIN.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 16th 2016, 12:38 pm

Some situations seemed impossible at a glance. A model and actor becoming a professional wrestler, for example, would seem impossible at first glance. But here was Ken Kitano, one of the most popular models of the year and a budding actor leaving behind his success in those respective careers to pursue a dream that had eluded him for a while – up until now. Though he understood that it had only been so unattainable because he hadn't reached for it. His sights had been set on modeling ever since he first learned about that career path at the narcissistic age of 16, and the childhood dream of becoming a pro wrestler was pushed to the wayside. And then he got older, found more and more success in modeling and eventually acting, and that boyhood wonder of performing in front of thousands as some heroic wrestler was fading ever more as time went on. But dreams never die, and passions can be reinvigorated.

And if he was being honest, this NEO deal didn't seem all that different from Ken's typical life as a model and actor. Sure, there was the big aspect of pro wrestling, but if you took that out of the equation then it all felt similar. Working out to keep in shape, doing interviews and appearances, and training not just physically but also mentally to be in the best condition for the big day. Perhaps 'big day' was an understatement in his situation. Not only was this is in-ring debut, but he would be fighting against a team that had a longer history in pro wrestling than Ageha did. But as Ken sat in the perfectly-air conditioned and clean room, waiting for his interview to start, he realised that he didn't fear No Remorse Corps. Nor did he fear his debut. He was ready, more so than he had ever been. No one would take away this moment.

Sitting back in his chair, one leg resting over the other, Ken checked his white gold watch, letting out a dismayed hum when he noticed that the interviewer was late. The coldly-modern and bright room was starting to feel even emptier than it was, but he ignored that feeling. If anything, now was a time to prep once more for what he was going to say. After all, first impressions were everything.

Though before he could even think of the first word he planned on saying, the door at the other end of the room burst open and the interviewer, a flustered young man who looked to be way out of his depth, entered the room, red-faced and uttering apologies. “Traffic,” he said, shaking his head as he shut the door. “I thought I'd be here early, but that traffic...” He turned to Ken, now looking more at a loss than he did when he came into the room. “Sorry, I'm Vinny, the uh, the intern reporter who's meant to interview you.” He held his hand out, and Ken noted the sweat in his palm as he shook hands with the interviewer.

“Ken Kitano,” he introduced himself, though it wasn't necessary. He was just being polite.

Vinny took a seat opposite Ken, taking out his phone and notebook as he hurriedly prepared for the interview. Ken could only hope the man remembered the questions he was going to ask. Once his notebook was open and 'play' was pressed on his phone's voice recorder, Vinny jumped into a far more enthusiastic voice, filled with an energy that Ken was surprised hadn't been wasted on the rush to get here.

“This is Vinny Alvarez, intern reporter for Wrestling Worldwide, and I'm here in a private room at the SuperFit Gym in Los Angeles, California – ready to interview one third of the trio 'Ageha', Ken Kitano.” He paused and glanced down at his notebook, before looking back to Ken. “How do you feel about first match not just in the Triad Games, but also in your professional wrestling career?”

A routine question. Ken smiled. “I feel ready. I've spent a long time training for this, working overtime and really pushing myself to be the best I can for my debut match. I know there's going to be a lot of pressure on me because this is the first round of the Triad Games, but I have confidence in myself to put on a good match and really go all-out.”

“And what about your teammates? Do you have that same level of confidence in them too?”

“I know that Ageha has had a little shake-up due to one of our original members being unable to perform, but I do have confidence in both Leo and Iori. Leo I already know well from our time together in the same agency, and I know he's been taking all of this training just as seriously as I have. And Iori, whilst not being our first choice for Ageha, has a lot of experience behind him and is sure to give us some kind of edge going into our first match together. We may not be anyone's favourite to win this tournament, but I'm sure we can surprise a few people with what we're capable of as a trio.”

“Speaking of 'not being the favourites', let's talk about your opponents, No Remorse Corps. They have a lot more experience than Ageha, and may be the favourites in this tournament for a lot of people. How do you feel about going up against them in the first round?”

Ken let out a slight chuckle, composing himself before continuing. “I'm sorry, it's just that myself and the rest of Ageha have been asked this a lot. Of course, no one wants to go up against a team as experienced as No Remorse Corps, especially not in the first round. But in this tournament, you don't get to decide who you fight against. It's the luck of the draw, and some would say that Ageha have been unlucky. But I don't think that way. Are No Remorse Corps a big threat? Yes. But that's not enough to shake my confidence. I've listened to Aaron Stone talk about how dominant the team is, but I'm not afraid. In fact, I feel like this match is an opportunity for Ageha to show what we can do – it's a chance for me to show what I can do.”

“Ever since I announced that I would be working with NEO, people doubted me. There were those who thought I was joking, and those who thought I was a joke. But I didn't let them get to me. Just like I won't let Aaron Stone and No Remorse Corps get to me. He says that no one else is talking because they're afraid, but I know for a fact that I've refused to do a lot of press as of late because I'm training. I'm readying myself to show the world that I'm not a joke. This isn't a one-off venture for me, this isn't a model getting bored with his rich lifestyle and deciding to dabble in some outlandish hobby. This is an opportunity for me to achieve my dream of stepping into the squared-circle, and I will show everyone that I don't take that opportunity light-heartedly. I will give our match everything I have, and if we continue in the tournament, I will keep giving every match 110% until I can't do it any more. You see, this tournament isn't just fun for me, this is my chance to prove to all of those who doubted me that I can do whatever I set my mind to.”

Another pause and a laugh, as Ken realised he had gone on for a bit too long with that response. But it all came from the heart – it was the truth. This wasn't just an opportunity to win a tournament for fame and glory, it was a chance to put all the nay-sayers to rest.

“I'm sorry, clearly this lack of interviews as of late has left me with a lot to say.”

“It's fine,” Vinny replied, grinning as he gave a thumbs-up. “The more the better, as my boss always says. Anyway, final question: what is Ageha's gameplan going into your first round match?”

“It's one we've planned for a while now, of course. And one we have complete confidence with going into our match. We'll be using all of the training we've gone through up until this point. But that's all I'm going to say on that – I wouldn't want to give anything away. Let's just say we're planning to surprise the fans going into our first match.” A smirk formed on Ken's lips as he finished his sentence, the man more than pleased with how he had conducted himself. And he planned on continuing to conduct himself in that way as the tournament went on. His opponents may have preferred to act brash and aggressively, but there was strength to be found in being calm and methodical. If Ken had learned anything during his time training, it was that.

“Thank you for your time,” Vinny said as he turned the voice recorder off and closed his notebook. “And good luck with your match. I know you've definitely made a fan out of me after all that.”

“You're welcome, and thank you. With any luck, you'll be the first of many new fans.” The two shook hands and Vinny left the room with another thumbs-up, leaving Ken to sit on his own once more. He adjusted his crisp white suit as he reflected on his words and thought to the future. Soon I'll show the world, he thought to himself. No one doubts Ageha. The door opened and the next interviewer came in, this one from a magazine more centred around fashion, if Ken remembered correctly. He put his smile back on and held his hand out for the reporter to shake. And then he went back to repeating his rehearsed responses.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 16th 2016, 2:31 pm

A lone tree stands looming over a dusty hill. The moon hidden behind the smoke of clouds casts the barren landscape in a misty shadow, where only small glimmers of light shine through the darkness. Yet the tree stands… lifeless and dead… yet the tree still stands… A noose hangs from the decaying branches swaying to and fro in the wind. Suddenly a cloaked hand reaches out to grasp the rope as from within the darkness of the many folds of his hood comes a piercingly shrill laugh.

King Mustafa: Witness! For it has been far too long! Yes yes so very long… since wise Mustafa has appeared before you! Yes his presence may have been felt… but never known. Until now! Mustafa reveals himself when the time has been most right! As right as Mustafa himself wills it to be of course! Yet fear not… for Mustafa has been waiting… and watching… and with you… always…

Mustafa removes his hood to reveal the shimmering golden crown sparkling still despite the dull light of the hidden moon.

King Mustafa: Mustafa had… many affairs to put in order. His organization of such things is unmatched and in times such as this truly it is order that must be maintained. For farsighted Mustafa sees the natural order of things and imposes such law upon those who do not wish to be controlled. Yet such is Mustafa’s will! For chaos is truly all that Mustafa seeks to impart upon you! Your free will is what Mustafa cherishes the most even as through it Mustafa’s own will shall come to be. Do not allow Mustafa’s loquaciousness misguide you from what he truly is…

A truly noble man!!!

King Mustafa: Such is Mustafa’s nobility that he allows ladies such as Shyla McTucky to speak before him. In Mustafa’s homeland in Africa such things would never see the light of day! Especially in recent days as Mustafa has spent vast amounts of time restoring his many wives to their places in the depths of his royal palace! As Mustafa sees it so order among the chaos that is their inferior femininity will be maintained! Yet perhaps it has become far too orderly for Mustafa’s liking… yes you see Mustafa is not simply content with ruling from the comfort of his own home. Oh no he is truly a warrior of the most esteemed tradition. His father the noble chief who has long been forgotten in the shadow of Mustafa’s glory must indeed smile down upon loyal Mustafa… the son who has truly lived up to and surpassed his expectations beyond all means! For it is only through Mustafa that war shall now come to this place… Mustafa has returned bearing spears and daggers…

Mustafa has returned… to America!!!

King Mustafa: Through his immense greed Mustafa has returned to America in search of but one thing… Gold and trophies of course! Greedy and envious Mustafa has grown tired of seeing others seek out fame and fortune in this country. He is tired of seeing the rich and famous attempt to gain fame and fortune simply because they were fortunate enough to be born in such a place! Mustafa sees the trash of this nation worshipping their ginger orange faced gods upon the screen and Mustafa must indeed cringe in disgust. However… Mustafa does in fact utter out a heartwarming laugh at seeing how pathetic and lowly this nation has become in Mustafa’s absence! You have all indeed lost your way and as the trash of the whitest variety gather around their pathetic idols who promise to shelter them from the coming storm… Shelter them from holy Islam and shelter them from the likes of Mustafa!

Oh no this cannot be allowed!

King Mustafa: Through wise and great Mustafa all things are possible! Such is this work visa that has allowed Mustafa to return once again across your borders and unleash his jihad upon this disgusting trash! Oh yes it is indeed quite fortunate that Mustafa’s first victims are indeed such trash as they are to identify themselves as such. Makes it quite easy for Mustafa in fact as such confusion would no doubt occur if the whitest of the white trash did not in fact recognize themselves as white trash. Indeed Mustafa can already yawn at the thought of such tedious arguments attempting to convince them of how white and trashy they in fact are! Yet they have gone one step further to recognize themselves as a circus! Perhaps this is fitting of trash to become jesters for your idols such as my close friend and family member Barack Hussein Obama. Truly you people are entertaining and Mustafa must say he does enjoy to watch the American circus as it plays out before him on the wide screens of his royal palace.

Knowledgeable Mustafa certainly knows that the rest of the world is having a giggle!

King Mustafa: Indeed it is okay to laugh yet Mustafa now finds himself doing what others may only watch. Mustafa himself has travelled far… very far indeed from home to submit himself to this lowly circus act. Mustafa himself… the undefeated warrior, king of the wrestling arts and royalty of Mother Africa now lowers himself to join the circus himself. In this grand tournament where commoners and trash such as Lynyrd and Skynyrd look to compete for trophies which are truly fit for a king! As Lynyrd, Skynyrd, and Shyla McTucky look to adorn the walls of their trailer park kingdom with Mustafa’s rightful prize… Mustafa knew that truly the trash pile had grown so large that it threatened to overwhelm and consume resilient Mustafa himself!

That was when Mustafa realized… he need not fight this war alone!

King Mustafa: So as a true warrior commands his troops Mustafa must do the same. Mustafa set out amongst the common people of this kingdom to find the most resilient warriors of their tribes. Men who were worthy to stand alongside Mustafa and receive his guidance as the disloyal Pantera Negra once had. Truly Mustafa had built one champion… why not two more? It was time for their education to begin… So with that in mind… Mustafa found himself a man truly educated. A man with a degree in Sociology from the highest institutes in the kingdom… Mustafa found Luke Barrett! A man who promised Mustafa he would stop at nothing to win… as Mustafa knows that he himself shall not… for it is his dream to compete in such wrestling contests that Mustafa’s presence allows him to do so. Mustafa does not wish to shatter his dream yet if he fails there is far little that even the most accommodating Mustafa can do. Indeed his dream will end if he fails to please Mustafa and it is truly that which will displease Mustafa most of all…

Yet Mustafa knows in his heart that Luke will indeed seek to please him as most are wise to do.

King Mustafa: However Luke may rest well knowing that the burden of satisfying Mustafa’s immense expectations is not limited only to his educated self. No indeed that also falls to another man who Mustafa himself found roaming the nation looking to prove himself. Truly the trashiest of white trash this man comes from the ghettos of Compton a place so foul that Mustafa need not even explain its reputation further to the educated listener. Indeed Mustafa will allow such reputation to speak for itself. Yet as Jax Dixon attempted to bolster his arsenal it was Mustafa who pulled the strings from behind the scenes bolstering instead his very career among the independent wrestling scene! Indeed Jax it was Mustafa all along who created you and built you up to this point that you would be ready to stand and serve alongside comrade Mustafa.

This has been your destiny since Mustafa had decided it was so.

King Mustafa: Jax must be ready to fulfill what remains to be done! Yet do not think that Mustafa will not do his own share of the work… Indeed Mustafa himself feels that he has already done more than enough to reach such a point… yet Mustafa happens to be a kind and generous man from whom the gifts continuously flow! So Luke and Jax… allow Mustafa to bestow you all with the gift of himself… the gift of Mustafa’s mighty talents inside the ring as we put an end to the filth that is the White Trash Circus! This trash driving in their pickup chariots and keeping those of Mustafa’s complexion away from their beautiful daughters with their shotguns.

They will not keep Mustafa away for long. Oh no… Mustafa always finds his way in…

King Mustafa: Mustafa himself is confused as to why anyone would choose to reject his royal self. Yet such questions do not in fact interest Mustafa and their answers even less so. As Shyla McTucky attempts to place her precious little princess into the spotlight… Mustafa does not wish to crush both a mother and daughter’s dreams. Indeed Mustafa will not hesitate to make your little girl one of his wives and treat her to the kind of royal life that she deserves! Mustafa will rescue her from the slums of her poor upbringing and treat her to the many pleasures that only Mustafa can provide!

However let it not be said that Mustafa is not understanding…

King Mustafa: Indeed Mustafa shares many of the same beliefs as these white trash infidels. Such is Mustafa’s disdain for faggotry that he too is disgusted by the abundance of sodomy and such things in this place! Mustafa also heavily agrees with your orange idols and their tendency to grab whichever pussy they deem themselves fit to! When you are royalty like Mustafa it is true! They do just allow you to do it! Especially in Mustafa’s kingdom where under law they have no choice. However Mustafa rejects you and your god entirely! Mustafa declares that there is no god but Allah! Mustafa will make that clear as Allah guides his holy servant Mustafa towards inevitable victory in these the glorious Triad Games! Mustafa says that you must not allow heathens to remove your weapons as you will need them in the upcoming contests against Mustafa and his army. Our army which is built upon a simple principle…

No Respect.

King Mustafa: For it is entirely impossible for Mustafa to show any respect to such white trash anyway! However… any attempts to bring out such respect from Mustafa or his partners will undoubtedly end in disappointment from your side. However, it may be a risk you are willing to take as this will truly end in disappointment either way! Gracious Mustafa simply wishes to alleviate the disappointment… not out of respect but out of sheer kindness! However when in the heat of glorious battle do not expect kindness… No even if Shyla McTucky dares to step onto the battlefield with child inside her Mustafa will no doubt ensure that as four people enter the contest on the side of the enemy… only three walk away…

If they are so lucky…

King Mustafa: However if you accept the offer and join Mustafa as one of his wives… Mustafa himself may not touch you however, he will find a worthy suitor to grant your womb a replacement that will bring you much joy and much pride will be brought to Mother Africa! Mustafa’s friends… listen… this will not end well for you at all friends! You may think you have Hope inside you! However when it comes to Mustafa… there is only hope in him… through him… and by him… Mustafa will grant you that hope but only if he is feeling particularly willing… but...

Only if you pay the price that a king must demand!

Enjoy the sunset while it lasts Mustafa declares! For as you can see… for Mustafa the sun has already set… and all that remains is the warm everlasting embrace of neverending darkness! The Rope shall descend… and Mustafa himself shall stand above you upon the gallows…

As your Royal Executioner.

Mustafa sheathes his head inside the many folds of his dark cloak as he vanishes into the shadows behind the lone tree. A brisk wind blows across the land as the noose sways once more...

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Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 16th 2016, 8:18 pm

history lesson; round one;
"Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it." - George Santayana
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Before you people accepted this fraud “Jesus Christ” as your lord and savior, you were all bowing down to my ancestry. We were and still are the first gods and goddess.Often imitated but fear not, we could never be duplicated. We stood tall with might, clenching the world in our hand with the same hand that fed you all. The same blood that runs through my veins ran through theirs. But of course, if it is not of american history, it is excluded from history period. What a shame. I am a lady but I am not to be taken lightly. A face I have, a face so sweet and filled with wisdom like the great Athena, but underneath the surface, I have a heart as cold and made of stone like Medusa. One glare and you will bow down to me, as you should. What have your american history books taught you about the people of greece? It is a dangerous game to enter a cage with an animal you know nothing about. Sure my great and most honorable county of greece gave you troubled american’s your gyros, you enjoy our food but will not take the time to understand our superior race. Our history. People always say “do not belittle me, help me understand”. Well that is exactly what I, Helena Vega, the PRIDE of greece is planning to do. I will help you understand Team Broken. You will learn and understand why you will fail at your attempts to defeat my husband. My husband, the great Nikoli Vega, our friend and companion. A man we searched the world for, to find the perfect partner. One we could stand tall with and bring pride to us. One who could measure up to our greatness. Gojira. A true weapon of mass destruction. But of course, I did not forget about myself. Helena Vega. I am many things, but a loser? I am not. They say the best-laid plans often go awry. Because no matter how detailed the preparation… a plan will always have a weak point. And there will always be those looking to exploit it… to doom a plan to failure, and the perpetrator along with it. You see while you three look to win and advance in these Triad games, while you plan every last detail down to the nitty gritty, my team, Pantheon, will exploit your plans. We will look at you all as individual, plan your destruction, find your weakness like the prey you are and it is then that you will truly be broken. We are goddesses and gods. You people may have taken that away from us, stolen it right our of our hands. Typical american’s, but this time around things will surely end differently. You dare challenge us? The same people who stood with their mighty false idols and pretended to be US. You dare think that you have a chance in defeating us. You will learn the hard way. You will invoke and invite, awaken my inner Medusa. The wisdom from my great ancestors, my idol, Athena is instilled in me, I will use that to expose you all for the frauds you truly are, and I will end you with one stone cold look. I will use love and war to bring you down. You will lay lifeless in the ring, waiting and begging for us to end the pain and the torment. It shall be a sweet victory. Destiny has two ways of crushing us… by refusing our wishes… and by fulfilling them. Your wish to win will be refused, leaving you mentally crushed, forcing to face the truth that we were the superior trio. It is your destiny to learn your place in this competition. As Pantheon stands tall, nothing and no one can stop us. We are a unique breed in our own right. We are truly elite. We have our destructive ticking time bomb in Gojira. Only a fool would think and actually believe that he could be defeated. You have the epitome of annihilation in my husband, greatness personified, and the fallen god of athens, Nikoli Vega. A real god among the filth that are you. They always tell you that if it isn’t broken, you are not to fix it. Broken or not, you shall be fixed. You see on my path to victory, you are just a mere stepping stone. You are a footnote in my book of greatness. The reason why Pantheon will succeed is because you are weak. Who dares to be proud and call themselves “broken”. If you truly wish to be broken, my team can accomplish that for you. Perhaps a broken jaw, a broken leg, and maybe at the hands of our great Gojira, you could simply be broken in half. Unable to step foot into another ring again. You bring shame. We bring grace, we bring talent. All you people are known for doing is taking the seed planted by someone else and using it grow your own tree. A tree full of lies and deceit. I see the truth, and I see through you. We gave you the olympics, yet you dare hold one in your name. Coming and trying to steal the gold that is rightfully ours. It is no more different than the Triad Games. We were known for being the most physically dominant country in the world, and all of you simpletons think you could just waltz in and claim what is rightfully ours. Please. You are nothing more than an old yeller, waiting for us to finally pull the trigger and put you out of your misery.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 16th 2016, 8:46 pm

"Class. Something as simple as class, and yet it's something you Americans can't seem to grasp in this day and age. Our opponents for the upcoming Triad Games. The epitome of lacking class. You see, my beautiful wife Helena and I were contacted about returning to the world of professional wrestling. We were content on our retirement to live in the beautiful Greek countryside. However, we just could not resist the chance to show one more time that we are the dominant family in wrestling. But..."

Nikoli's voice trailed off for a brief moment.

"We needed a third. We needed someone who thought like us. Who had our best interests in mind. That man was none other than our monster, Gojira. Gojira is unstoppable. For months, we had watched him. We had studied him. We wanted to make sure he was like us, and he is. He shares our views on life, and shares our goals. So, with Gojira in tow, myself and my wife have travelled across the world to stop here, and lay claim to the Triad Games. This is simply our tournament to win. Cyanide, Zeke Nero, and your Gojira knockoff. You may be broken but the three of us? The Pantheon? We are whole. A working unit not in need of fixing. You can say what you may, but at the end of the day...Myself, my wife, and the massive man known as Gojira will run through this tournament handily. We are who you should fear in the Triad Games. WE are the monsters that you hear about in children's bedtime stories but...when we leave bodies in our wake? We do it with a sense of class, style, and proper manners that is befitting of a team that is destined to win the Games."

"So speaketh the Fallen God of Athens, so it shall be done."

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 16th 2016, 10:19 pm

“A Day In The Life of Skynyrd”

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Narrator: It’s incomprehensible to imagine how many people who dedicate their lives to something as ambitious as becoming a star in one way or another. Some take to the World of acting, while others pick up an instrument and venture towards the World of music. Then there’s the World of sports, where millions of aspiring athletes condition their bodies for their entire lives to be the best baseball player or football player, however, many seek to become professional wrestlers. The sport of professional wrestling has been a controversial topic for years as to whether or not it can even be considered a sport, but asking anyone who’s worked their whole lives to compete in a ring will tell you that it’s just as much of a sport as any other. Though, the sad truth is that despite how many seek to succeed in professional wrestling, many will fail. Those with the passion to do whatever it takes will never give up, no matter how many ups and downs they may face.

(The camera shows a nervous-looking Skynyrd, dressed in torn jeans, cowboy boots, and a red and white flannel shirt, sitting on a tree stump as he struggles to get his long hair out of his face)

Location: Hazzard County, Georgia

Name: Skynyrd Lee a.k.a. “Skynyrd”

Interviewer: I am sitting here with a man many consider to be the future of professional wrestling, Skynyrd. How are you doing today, Skynyrd?

(Skynyrd puts his mouth directly against the small microphone attached to his shirt as he mumbles incoherent words into it)

Interviewer: I’m sorry, could you repeat that?

(Skynyrd again mumbles muffled words against the microphone)

Interviewer: You don’t need to put your mouth that close to the microphone, Skynyrd, and you may have to speak up.

(Skynyrd’s face turns red as he looks nervously around, trying not to panic)

Skynyrd: I… I said I feel pretty good… I-I guess.

Interviewer: Good, I’m glad to hear that. Now, you already know what brings us here, but for the benefit of those watching this: You will be competing along with your brother and your… Wife? Girlfriend?

Skynyrd: T-That is.. Correct.

Interviewer: Which one?

(Skynyrd nervously nods)

Interviewer: Alright… As I was saying, you’re teaming with Lynyrd and Shyla McTucky in what’s a very huge opportunity for you three in upcoming Triad Games, hosted by EAW’s new NEO project. How does it feel to finally get such a huge chance to showcase your abilities after years of grinding away in proverbial “small ponds” where you were a “big fish”?

(Skynyrd takes several moments to think of what to say, nervously messing with his long hair)

Skynyrd: I… It feels good.

Interviewer: ….. Care to elaborate?

Skynyrd: I… I don’t know what “elaborate” means.

(The Interviewer nervously laughs)

Interviewer: I mean, would you like to explain to us further why it feels good to get this opportunity?

Skynyrd: Oh… Yeah… Cause I, uh, well-well, I try to, uhm, I try to do my best. I-I work really hard. I like rasslin’, and I work really hard. And I--

Interviewer: You still seem a bit nervous, Skynyrd. Maybe we could focus on that aspect of all of this and instead take a look into your life. Take us into a day in the life of Skynyrd. That’s your home over there, isn’t it?

(Skynyrd glances over as the camera pans to the dirty mobile home in the distance)

Skynyrd: Y-Yeah, sure. Okay, sure. I-We can do that.

(The camera cuts to Skynyrd leading the way towards the mobile home as the camera takes in the surroundings of the other nearby mobile homes, trees, dirt, rusty old cars, and other random objects all around)

Interviewer: How long have you lived here, Skynyrd?

Skynyrd: Oh, m-my whole life.

Interviewer: Really? Ever considered leaving? Maybe getting an actual home?

Skynyrd: N-Nah, there’s only city homes outside of here. Shyla s-says the city is full of homos and liberals and Mexicans. I don’t w-want no Mexicans taking my job l-like they do everyone else.

Interviewer: I… Don’t think it works that way, Skynyrd.

Skynyrd: Naw, I seen the Mexicans and their masks rasslin’ on the TV. I don’t want them replacin’ me.

(As they come closer to the mobile home, a snarling dog appears, baring its teeth and barking as it eyes the Interviewer and cameraman)

Interviewer: Uh, Skynyrd--

Skynyrd: Naw, that’s just Jim Beam. He’s a softy. You go rub his belly and he’ll love you til’ the day you die.

Interviewer: … I’ll take your word for it.

(Skynyrd makes it to the mobile home door, jimmying the handle until it finally swings open. All three men enter as the sound of food being cooked can be heard from the kitchen)

Interviewer: What’s that smell?

Skynyrd: Oh, Shyla must be cookin’ dinner. My little girl, MacKenzie ought to be round here somewhere Baby girl, where are you?

Shyla & MacKenzie: Yes, daddy?!

(Skynyrd nervously looks back at the silent Interviewer and cameraman before turning to MacKenzie, who walks into the living room, dressed in dirty pajamas and a smile on her face)

Skynyrd: I… I was just talking to Kenzie, Shyla.

Shyla: Baby, can you speak up? You know I can’t stand that mumblin’ of yours!

(Skynyrd’s face turns bright red as he clears his throat)

Skynyrd: We got company! This Interviewer man and he’s got a camera guy with him, and they wanna do a movie on me!

Interviewer: It’s just a small documentary for the EAW site, actually.

Shyla: They ain’t no tie-wearin’ liberals, are they?!

Skynyrd: Naw, baby, they’re okay! They just wanna ask me some questions about rasslin!

Shyla: That’s great, baby! Dinner’s almost ready! They want any?

(The Interviewer looks at the cameraman, unsure, before looking back at Skynyrd)

Shyla: We’re havin’ bacon!

Interviewer: Oh, well, I guess that wouldn’t be so bad…

Shyla: And I hit a squirrel with the truck when I pulled in earlier! It didn’t explode or nothin’! Best not lettin it go to waste!

Interviewer: I think we already ate, right?

(The Interviewer looks to the cameraman with a panicked expression as they both nod)

Skynyrd: Naw, they already ate, baby!

Shyla: More for us!

(MacKenzie tugs at Skynyrd’s flannel shirt)

MacKenzie: Daddy, what you want???

Skynyrd: Sorry, baby girl, I got to talkin. You go get warmed up and we’ll show these two how good you got.

(MacKenzie’s face lights up with joy as she nods and runs off to a nearby room)

Skynyrd: Now which room do ya’ll wanna check out first? This is the livin’ room. We got the bathroom, we got Kenzie’s room, we got my special room.

Interviewer: Your special room?

Skynyrd: Yep.

Interviewer: Well, like I said, just take us through a day in the life of you, Skynyrd. How does a usual day go?

Skynyrd: Aw, okay… Well…. I s’pose I wake up at like five in the mornin’, but I’m not, like, a “mornin’ person”? So I just kinda keep hittin’ the snooze button every ten minutes or so until it’s nine or whenever really.

Interviewer: Doesn’t that bother Shyla?

Skynyrd: Naw, naw, Shyla gets up a lot earlier than I do, cuz she likes to make breakfast and all that for me and Kenzie. So I wake up and I go to the kitchen…

(All three men make their way into the kitchen, where a topless Shyla in denim shorts is humming a song while cooking bacon, soaking them in grease. The Interviewer tries to cover his eyes while the cameraman looks away)

Interviewer: I-I’m so sorry, ma’am!

(Shyla notices the them and laughs)

Shyla: Don’t act like you ain’t never seen a pair before! Maybe not like this, or… Well, heck, maybe you haven’t lookin as pencil-thin as you are, Mr. Interviewer!

Skynyrd: Baby, I told you to stop going out without a shirt or bra on like that in case we ever have visitors.

Shyla: I don’t wanna get any of this grease on my Molly Hatchet shirt, baby!

Skynyrd: What about the baby? That can’t be good for Hope!

Shyla: Nope, I heard that if you do stuff like put music up to your belly with a baby in it, it’ll make them smarter, right? So what if I cook with my belly this close to the stove? Hope might come right out of me knowin’ how to cook, baby! The boys will love her! She could even be the next Paula Deen, but pretty!

Interviewer: …. Wait - what do you mean about a baby?

Skynyrd: Nevermind, let’s just move on. After I eat breakfast, I spend some time in my special room.

(Skynyrd leads the Interviewer and cameraman to a room labeled “SKYNYRD’S SPESHULL ROOM”)

Skynyrd: Before I open this… I think… I think I need to ask you guys to turn the camera off.

Interviewer: Can I ask why?

Skynyrd: I… I ain’t ever showed this room to anyone by Kenzie and Shyla. I need you to turn the camera off.

(The Interviewer looks at the cameraman before looking back at Skynyrd)

Interviewer: Okay… It’s off.

(Skynyrd nods as he opens the door, revealing a room filled with Billy Ray Cyrus pictures, records, and various other memorabilia. The Interviewer looks around the room with a confused expression)

Interviewer: I… I’m not sure what to say. You seem like a really, uh, big fan of Billy Ray Cyrus.

Skynyrd: I’m gonna be honest with you, Interviewer guy.

Interviewer: I have a name.

Skynyrd: Billy Ray Cyrus is my hero. I been a loyal fan of his ever since “Some Gave All”, and I ain’t ever looked back. Kids at school would make fun of me and tell me he ain’t real country or real rock, but I ain’t never let it stop me. I been dedicatin’ my life to being as good a man as he is. I even been tryin’ to grow my hair out, but it just won’t turn into a mullet as perfect as his was.

Interviewer: …. You could just cut it to look like a mullet.

Skynyrd: No, it wouldn’t be right. His… His was perfect. His was natural. It was a mullet everyone should want. I can’t be Billy Ray Cyrus, but I try my hardest. I grow my hair and I love my God and I love my girl and I love my little girl. All the people makin fun of me - they tried makin’ my heart achy and breaky, but they just didn’t understand. I never gave up, and I never will… For Billy. When I found out Shyla was havin’ a girl, it was the best day of my life, cuz Billy has a girl too, I don’t know if you know that.

Interviewer: Yes… We’re aware.

(Skynyrd nods)

Skynyrd: Billy Ray and Miley had a beautiful relationship, and that’s what I been wantin’ for me and Kenzie. I don’t want her to end up a whore like Miley did, but I want her and I to be as close as those two were. That’s why the biggest part of my day comes next.

(The camera cuts to Skynyrd struggling to play an acoustic guitar with MacKenzie next to him in her room, as they sing a duet of the song “Ready, Set, Don’t Go” by Billy Ray Cyrus)

Skynyrd & MacKenzie: She’s at the starting line of the rest of her life… As ready as she’s ever been… Got the hunger--

(Skynyrd messes up the chords to the song as MacKenzie angrily throws her microphone down)

MacKenzie: Godd*mn it, daddy! How’my gonna be a star like Miley Cyrus if you keep f*cking up every song! I hate you! Get out of my room, daddy! I hate you!

(Skynyrd, the Interviewer, and the Cameraman all rush out of MacKenzie’s room as she loudly slams the door behind them)

Shyla (from the kitchen): You mess up the chords again, baby?!

Skynyrd: Y-Yeah!....

Interviewer: Do you… Need us to give you a moment?

Skynyrd: What? No… I’m… I’m fine.

Interviewer: You kind of look like you want to cry.

Skynyrd: What?!

(Skynyrd scoffs and laughs it off)

Skynyrd: I ain’t cryin’. Pfft, I ain’t some faggot. I got some… Some dust in my eyes when left Kenzie’s room.

Interviewer: I see… So, what else is there?

(The camera cuts to Skynyrd back at the tree stump, on his knees and his hands together as he quietly prays. After several moments, Skynyrd gets up and sits on the stump)

Interviewer: Alright, now what?

Skynyrd: That’s about it.

Interviewer: … You just pray, and that’s it? That’s your day?

Skynyrd: Well, if I got a match, I pray and then I rassle.

Interviewer: What about working out?

Skynyrd: Working out? I don’t work out. That’s for the gays. You ever been to a gym? It’s like a Church for a bunch of homos that ain’t got nothin better to do but stare at each others bodies. I go to real Church, thank you very much. The only body I’m starin’ at all day is my lord and savior, Jesus Christ!

Interviewer: I don’t understand. How do you get in shape? How do you train for your matches? You’re a highflyer of sorts, aren’t you? There’s got to be some sort of training to that.

(Skynyrd shrugs)

Skynyrd: I dunno, I don’t really do nothin. The flying stuff is just stuff I been doin my whole life, with or without a ring. I like jumping off of stuff and hitting people. I’ve jumped off bridges and houses and all sorts of stuff.

Interviewer: …. Okay, so let’s wrap this up. We’ve seen a day in your life, we’ve seen what you do to prepare for matches, we’ve kind of covered all of the bases. It seems like you’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with us, so let’s get our last question in, and hopefully you’ll elaborate for us: How do you and your teammates plan to win in the first round of The Triad Games?

(Skynyrd takes a while to think it over)

Skynyrd: Shoot, I dunno.

Interviewer: For f*cksakes…

Skynyrd: We ain’t really thinkin’ about our opponents none. I mean, they look like they might be tough. One of them is black, I remember that. Not that him bein’ black has anything to do with it. Not like I’ll beat him cuz he’s black. I mean, I WILL beat him, and he IS black. I’m gonna beat a black man. But he’s my opponent. I’m gonna beat a black guy cuz he’s luckily my opponent. I mean, not like I WANT him to be my opponent. I wasn’t like, WISHIN he were my opponent. I didn’t hope that I got a black guy to beat up, but I’ll happily beat him up. Not happily cuz he’s black, though. It’s like… Look, I ain’t no racist. I love black guys. I mean, I don’t LOVE them, cuz I’m not a faggot or nothin, but… They’re alright. I’ve seen black guys, and they seem alright. I mean, like anyone else, right?

Interviewer: Alright, I think we’re done here… Thanks.

Skynyrd: No-No-Wait. I feel like I’m coming off bad here.

Interviewer: It’s alright, we get it.

Skynyrd: No, seriously, stop leaving!

(The Interviewer and Cameraman take their leave as Skynyrd attempts to get them to stop)

Skynyrd: It’s not a black thing! It’s not a black thing! He just happens to be black! And I’m gonna beat him for it! The match, I mean! I’m gonna beat him for the match! We’re gonna win! We--

(The camera cuts to black)

Narrator: Elite Answers Wrestling and NEO in no way condone the words said or things shown within this documentary.

Voltage Posts : 2662 Age : 27

The scene opens up to a broken down house. With the wind blowing through every hole and crevice in the walls, water drips from a rusted, broken pipe. The house is ancients and decrepit. The walls have obviously seen better years, but even then, someone still calls this place home. A broken but complete piece of history this house is to that person. The door opens with a creak and in comes an individual who wears a face cover and hood. His long stringy hair runs out of the hood. He enters and looks around as if this is completely normal to him and in the foyer he stands.

???: Home Sweet Home. I know what you people think, I know what you all think. Something this dark, something this broken has no semblance of home. But to me all I see are memories. Memories of me and my dear brothers’ rise and falls. All the beings we’ve ended here, and all the cretins we’ve shown the light to. Because you see not only are a we a man made legion, but we are the ones who have been given the tasks to show people why we do what we do, and why we fight the way we fight.

The man removes his hood to show his face. Zeke Nero they call him, or as he’s known to both his brothers, “Brother Nero”. Harbinger of Death, Masochist for Mayhem, all names he had donned way before his time as a Broken man, but now, now he does what he does in the name of making his foes feel the Obsolete nature of their ways. But now him and his brothers have turned their sights on to a tournament a place where they all can make believers of these cretins.

Nero: Brother Cyanide, and Brother Sullivan, those two are respectively the muscle and the brain of our humble rejects. And well me, I inflict pain. I am willing to break my body in order to show people how complete I am, I am willing to break others’ bodies to make them realize how Broken and Disjointed they really are. And this tournament, this little rally of souls and unsuspecting servants, it does nothing but fill us with hope. Because when we come we’ll bring a message of pain, and a message that only those who follow us can truly be complete and broken.

Nero: This Pantheon we face has people who believe themselves to be Gods, but really they are not. And I am willing to show them this, I am willing to show them that what they truly are, are just beings of their own destruction. Their Giant, their Queen, Their Warrior, this Pantheon thinks they can face us and break us. But really the people they face have been through worse. We’ve fought battles on battlefields, and fought wars in the confines of our own minds. We have what it takes to not only show why we are the best, but look at us. We are a unit. As a unit we are untouchable, formidable, and best of all, unstoppable. Even when were are separated we are what people call a nightmare to deal with. Sullivan has his strength, his way of taking down this petty giant. This Gojira is nothing but a small gnat to Sullivan, and even if Gojira does manage to keep his own, that’s ok. Because Sullivan likes a match, he would love nothing more than someone to keep him busy. Because if he didn’t me and Cyanide would not hear the end of it. And the other two are not even in our rankings. Cyanide is no doubt smarter than either the Vegas put together, and really I am a man who is willing to do everything to keep our crusade going.

Nero: You hear me brag about what I’m willing to do all the time, not only to remind you of what I am truly capable of, but to remind you that your little threats do not faze me. I have been through Hell, I have been through Purgatory, I denied myself entrance to Heaven, because I knew my tasks were not done here, I knew that I had to show everyone else here, that in order to be complete, you must first be Broken. I’ve shown many people this way, by showing them that no matter what they did, no matter how they viewed themselves, that they wouldn’t be the same unless they too were broken. I fight for honor and the right to show people the path to glory, and The Vegas and Gojira, they’re just waiting to become my disciples into the Broken Algorithm, as I show them the true path. The Gods are going to be shown how human they are as their bodies lay in the middle of the ring, and then they will truly know what humanity feels like. Because Humanity is what you need to feel before you become grounded, humanity is what you need to feel before you can be humble, and humanity is only obtained when you become truly BROKEN.

Nero: This tournament of Triads, it’s not only the beginning of the enlightenment of you people, but it is also the enlightenment of the whole world. Our agenda is about to be globalized and seen before everyone else. And then when it is our flock will soon grow into a group of those who know nothing but truth. The people who used to be prey to those, will soon realize how much of a predator they truly were, as Team Broken shows these weary fools why it was wrong of them to fight against people they truly did not understand. The Pantheon is going to be reduced to rubble as many of those in Greece are, and then they shall truly understand what it is to be human as their bodies lay broken, mangled, and unidentifiable. Then maybe they’ll follow our teachings, and if not, then we’ll do the same thing over and over again should they try to trifle with us.

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Aw, The Triad Games…..I knew you’d come!

Ever since the Triad Games original inception I have been waiting for it’s return, hoping that one day I would be able to grace this absolutely WONDERFUL event with my Broken Brilliance, for you see, these Games are such a magnificent concept! An open tournament for competitors all around the world to team up, providing them with a platform for their talents to be known; an opportunity for somebody to make a STATEMENT! For years I have been left hiding in the shadows, sitting at home in my estate, watching the sport of wrestling professionals on a television screen. All of my life all I have wanted to do was emulate them. I enjoyed the shows very much but at the same time there was a part of me that wanted more! I had felt empty inside just “viewing” the matches! At the time my heart was not broken but instead hollow! I needed fulfillment! My life was dull and finding a way to have some excitement was necessary! I wanted competition! Living a life of boringness is no life at all! I looked at my TV screen every week and I saw people who were alive, people who didn’t just follow the rules and regulations set before them but instead set their own! They weren’t normal people! They were rebels! They were rejects! They were what helped me in creating my broken brilliance! The desire had built and it built until finally that Triad Games hooked me in and brought me over the edge! These Triad Games are what the lifestyle of the Broken One is all about! The moment that I flicked the screen on and saw groups like the MilitANTs and The Savage Trinity I didn’t just see an event but instead a PREEMONEEETIOOONNN! It was then I knew I must enter! I was predestined to spread my beliefs with this entire revolving sphere we call a planet right here on this very platform alongside my two closest comrades, the only men brave enough to enter the battlefield and indulge in massacre alongside me! Together, me, Brother Nero and the guardian of our bodies “Big Bear Sullivan” plan on making this event one that nobody will ever be able to delete from their memory banks! Our message will be made known and nobody will be able to stop us, especially not our first round opponents, that treacherous trio -- The Pantheon! Just who in the hell do they think they are to dare challenge us in their little videos earlier today? What exactly do they have to offer?

That incoherent grease pig Nikoli? Pfft. That no good foreigner would be no match for the quickness of Brother Nero! With his sickly and flabby physique one would think if you knock him down he'd never get back up!

Their worthless obsolete mule of heavy, Gojira? Why, he is simply nothing more than a balding version of our Big Bear! Just to let you know I plan on having my legal team handling that infringement by the way! Their WILL be royalties paid to our estate for such thievery!

And oh but of course their glorified valet, Helena! She should be a threat right? HA! That fish lipped lady of the night brings nothing to this match! She’d better off not even showing up, I wouldn’t want that hussy corrupting our youth with her oversized mammaries -- MY SON WATCHES THIS PROGRAM I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW!

(Cyanide’s personal drone, Cy-Bot V1 is seen flying by as it talks into the ear of Cyanide.)

My mistake good friend I suppose I was getting a bit too passionate. I must digress. Either way, this group will not be getting in the way of the prospects of Team Broken. We are a far greater team than you all will ever be! You may have experience outside of these United States but that does not matter to us in the slightest. We have strategy! We have brilliance! We have strength! And just like a dilapidated boat at the Cyanide we have no give and will be able to endure anything on our journey! This may be my first time heading into a war inside the squared circle but there are no butterflies inside my belly box, only hunger! HUNGER TO EAT YOU ALIVE!

EAT AND DELETE!

EAT AND DELETE!

EAT AND DELETE!

EAT AND DELETEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

(Cy-Bot V1 flies out of the room and comes back with a plate which he drops into his lap. A stake is on it as Cyanide takes his fork and cuts it up into pieces before taking a fork and shoving the steak into his mouth. The steak is bloody as the blood covers his mouth. He finishes the plate and bears his teeth, clanging them to make a sound before letting out and a laugh and falling back in his chair as the screen fades.)

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 16th 2016, 11:55 pm

[[The camera opens up to a room that has dim lighting within it. In the middle of the room is a figure sitting in a chair.]]

???: I am a God among men...

???: I am the new wave in this business...

???: I am the alpha and the omega...

???: Everything and nothing...

???: I am...Miles Maverick, "The New Addiction".

[[The lights cut on as we see Miles Maverick get up from his chair. He is in a fancy suit in an enchanting looking room. Many expensive items fill it up. There is also food that can simply be described as delicacies. Not to mention the plentiful beautiful women roaming the place whom all have supermodel-esque figures.]]

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Miles Maverick: NEO is officially blessed, by the presence of Double M. A Higher individual is gracing you mortals with his godly presence. A man who's intellect is above mans'. Who's physical appearance, be it beauty or power, is above mans'. A man who's pure ability is above mans'. A man who is just in a complete league of his own compared to everyone else within this pathetic plain of existence. Naturally with the exceptions of Aaron Stone and Vanessa Archer. These damn models think they know what true beauty is? These asian slugs, these bottom feeders. They don't even deserve to share the ring with the god squad, the superior team, and the eventual winners of the Triad Games, No Remorse Corps. I am so insulted that I have to face these peons, that I am ending this right here! REMEMBER!

Miles Maverick: NO...

Miles Maverick: REMORSE!...

[[One of the lovely ladies surrounding Miles sits in his lap. Miles then begins to make out with the supermodel within his house, swapping spit and all. Meanwhile another one of the babes is pouring whine into the glass he is holding in his left hand. Miles simply winks to the camera as it fades to black.]]

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 16th 2016, 11:56 pm

I guess the biggest question hanging over my head has to be, “Is THIS the best they can do?” And it’s a valid question. Management got to scour the globe, right? They got to search high and low for the best of the best of the best. You look at No Remorse Corps, and you instantly realize that, in some instances, they got it right. Then you look around, you remember that these people had OPTIONS, and yet still wound up scraping the bottom of the damn barrel to throw together the ragtag shitty alliances that some of these people try and pass off as “teams”. It’s almost unfair. Emphasis on “almost”. They picked teams to fill out the field not realizing that dropping us into the fray spelled the end for the rest of them. As far as I’m concerned, the rest of these bums are just duking it out for the so-called honor of being able to say they even made it this far. Pat yourselves on the back while you still have the use of an arm or two. There was a point in time where this was “anyone’s game”, and I guess it would’ve been true. Any of these pathetic excuses for teams could’ve fluked their way to a final. The possibilities were endless...and then we were introduced into the equation, and there was only one outcome that made sense. There was only one way that all of this could go. This game has been No Remorse Corps’ to win ever since they announced we were taking part, and you know what? You can’t fight fate. We’re SUPPOSED to win. We’re GOING to win, and standing in our way is just about the most pointless thing you can do. It’s like trying to stave off a force of nature. It’s basically the equivalent of all those idiots in Florida who decided that riding out Hurricane Matthew was a good idea, instead of evacuating like anyone who had any common sense. The smart thing to do would be to just step aside and stay out of a mile-wide path of destruction at all costs, but like I said, that’s what smart people do. I doubt anyone else in the field of trios fits that criteria. So, for the ones who call themselves brave, for the ones who wanna try and fight off the force of nature known as No Remorse Corps, fine. Come try your luck.

Who is it that Maverick and Stone are facing? Two models and someone who looks like a middle-aged high school geometry teacher? Sounds...accurate enough. It’s almost sad. You hear so much negativity aimed at women in this industry who start as models and foray into wrestling, and it’s perceived as “wrong”, but no one’s batting an eyelash at these two J-Pop idol wannabe pretty boys who fell ass-first into the Triad Games. Aww, they seem so happy to be here! They seem so excited to show the world what they can do! What can you hope to do here, aside from surviving? Next to nothing. That’s what you three should be shooting for; survival. Not victory, not triumph, not a happy ending, but survival. You should be praying to whoever it is that you pray to that you get out of this in one piece, because when you’re facing No Remorse Corps, that is never a given. It’s far from a guarantee, and the longer the match goes on, the less likely it becomes that you’re not being shipped back to your various corners of the globe in body bags. Oh, Ageha, it’s sad. Under another set of circumstances, against a less capable set of adversaries, you could’ve been real contenders. I don’t think you’d ever have gone all the way, but...you really could’ve made an impact. But here and now? You’re just pawns in the game of No Remorse Corps. You’re just a stepping stone for us, a starting point before we move on and eventually go all the way. The best advice I can give is not to fight back too much. The longer you draw this out, the worst it’ll be for you. The more work it takes to put you down, the more you’re gonna be regretting that decision when it’s all over. You’re bound to fall to us. How bad this gets for you is entirely up to you guys.

There's no time for games. No time for second thoughts. No time for bottom-rung opposition, and certainly...no remorse.

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The camera opens on a desolate frozen wasteland that's almost difficult to look at due to it's pure, blinding white, snowy nature. Jutting out of the tundra, the mouth of a cave stands open with an ominous, yet somehow inviting glow emanating from within. A lumbering creature appears hoofing it toward the cave as heavy audible breaths rise from it's chest and exit through his nostrils in a bestial manner. A red hooded cape clings tightly to it's broad shoulders as hushed banter narrates from the past.

????: Is he ready?

Shrewd Feminine Voice: He's a thawed out berzerker with zero inhibitions and not the tiniest iota of knowledge when it comes to the modern PC culture.

????: I feel as if you're dodging the question Ms. Lynch.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: ugh, Listen. This isn't a science. This isn't something that's happened before.

????:...

Shrewd Feminine Voice:...riiight?

????: That is none of your concern. This counsel isn't on trial here. You are the one being evaluated. You were given an assignment, one that kept you off of the streets and inside the cozy leather bound womb of ancient tomes and parchment for you to pore over with your advanced intellect. We went against our better judgment and instead of going ahead with usual protocol when it comes to your kind, we let you pursue your own archaeological endeavors. In the event of us needing use of your specialty expertise, we would tap you without any questions asked from your side of the table. Are we clear?

Shrewd Feminine Voice:...Yeah...

????: So how are things progressing with Subject 37?

As the imposing and barbaric figure reaches the cave's entry point, the hood slides off of it's back and seemingly grows sentience. Upon closer inspection it becomes clear that a petite female figure thrives beneath the crimson holocaust cloak. Her bespectacled blue eyes gleam from beneath their hood as they dart to and fro behind their rectangular lenses, scanning the great white void for other signs of life, before taking the behemoth's hand and leading him into the umber passage.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: He's learning words that suit his interests. "Yes, No, I Am Jerk! Food, More", which is pretty impressive for a guy whose head was a meat popsicle less than a month ago. Other than that, I've learned how to speak old Nordic tongues, but I'm not fully convinced I have the right dialect for Jerk. Vikings are regionally tricky. Best stick to teaching him English for now.

????: Jerk?

Shrewd Feminine Voice: Yes. It's actually a Norse name, derived from Jerrick or Erick. I gave it to him to more or less amuse myself and think of him as less of a case study and more of a human being. My own in joke has been referring to him as Jerk the Synonymous. Barbarians always have such inventive synonyms as surnames in film. Conan the Barbarian, Erick the Red, Hagar the Horrible.

????: Names aren't important. Identity is not important. What's important is whether he'll be ready for the Triad Games.

Just inside of the cave's entrance a campfire glows hot. The red riding hood figure approaches the fire, rubbing her mitts together as the lumbering oaf known as Jerk the Synonymous stands at the opening of the cave, letting the wind precariously blow his loin cloth as his stooping body blocks the elements. The red hooded figure removes her trappings, revealing a coif of crimson red hair beneath almost equal in darkness to the hood. She coyly glances up at her gaping protege

Fertility Lynch: Enough hunting and endurance training for today. Ready to eat, big boy?

Jerk the Synonymous: YES!!!! EEEEEEAT!!!!!

The cave rumbles as Lynch rolls her eyes toward the ceiling, half checking to make sure no stalactites were falling headlong in her direction in the process. She reaches into her robe and pulls out a flank of beef of indeterminable origin and hangs it on a makeshift spit over the fire as Jerk looks on in bewilderment, seemingly trying to decide whether it's safe to reach his hand in and take it from the red flower's licking red petals as his hand hovers from his mouth and out in front of him, and then back to his mouth once more.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: I've ran him through the snow, I've locked him into saunas, I've seen him take down moose, bears, and other husky land quadrupeds with ease, sometimes two at a time.

????: -and what about three at a time?

Fertility stares into the fire here and now in the present day as Jerk hulks over her, placing a meaty hand on her shoulder, and nearly knocking her over on her side in the process. Her past self sighs at the incessant inquiry of her Elder.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: Listen, I've done every inhumane thing possible to this guy. He's survived all of it in spades. What more do you want of him?

????: We want him to fight alongside our humblest of servants. We want him to pay in dividends for our deep pocketed clientele. We want him to win Ms. Lynch.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: Fine! He'll win. No question.

????: I'd say there's plenty to question as long as pieces remain on the board unmoved in our most sporting of games.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: I can't tell you the future.

????: That's a pity. Other Lynch's could, or at least they had the mental capacity within them to know how in their favor most calculated risks were. But you? You're a bookworm. A page chewing, word regurgitating, introverted disappointment.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: Sorry to be an individual amidst a dollhouse of hooker assassins.

????: Apology unaccepted. We're not a fan of this defiant and volatile nature of yours either. We're also not a fan of...

Lynch beams up at the galoot Jerk and kisses his massive pinkie finger as the firelight dances on the canvas of her pale skin.

????: ...your compassion.

Jerk bends down and licks Lynch on the cheek affectionately, nearly knocking her glasses off in the process as she coos in half parts acceptance and disgust.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: Again, my apologies for giving a fuck about human life.

????: He's not your knight in shining armor you know? Despite his success or failure you will return to this compound when your mission has reached completion. Here you'll whither amidst your beloved books and artifacts, ironically dying among them without making any true impact of your own behind for future generations to remember or care about.

Fertility touches her cheek, wiping the slobber off of it before sticking her hands out to dry at the fireside. No longer able to resist temptation, Jerk reaches in and snatches the beef off of it's pike in one fell swoop. He greedily stuffs it into his greasy bearded face as Lynch looks on in marvel. She lowers her head and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose at the same time while reaching out to grab the spit off of the flames. She picks at the few remnants of beef, narrowing her eyes as reality sinks in.

Fertility Lynch: Nobody is expecting us to win this thing, ya know?

Jerk pays her no attention as he continues to rip into the steak, swinging it around in his teeth, before letting the entire rubbery form slide into his mouth, and then visibly down his colossal throat.

Fertility Lynch: This is our death sentence. We're the disposable heroes, the mercenaries brought in to do the heavy lifting for far greater evils than us. We're the ones in the dark, the middle management goons looking to play human shield for the highest bidder. We have nothing to prove and nothing to lose. I'm even beginning to wonder how deep our syndicate's roots lie in this tournament with your first round opponents claiming to be vikings themselves, looking to sacrifice you up in the name of Odin. The elders got fairly miffed when I haphazardly stumbled upon the possibility of you not being the only bronze age resurrectee. Who knows what your teammates know on the matter? Richardson doesn't strike me as the type to dabble with Our Kind unless there's a bottom line. No doubt he's just a trustee looking to get his beak wet. He's probably as in the dark as you or I, but Arkham West...I don't know. There's something ethereal about him that reeks of the Elders. What do you think?

Fertility turns her pensive gaze away from the fire and toward Jerk, who stares back at her with puppy dog eyes glued to the stick coated in charred meat and grease in her hand. As if reintroducing herself to her situation, her eyes narrow and her eyebrow cocks. She turns back to the fire with a defeated huff and chucks the stick out of the cave. Jerk bounds after it like a loyal mutt. He disappears momentarily into the snow storm outside, only to return covered in sleet with the stick firmly clasped between his teeth. Fertility lowers her head into her hands and shakes it in disapproval as she stares at the floor of the cave.

Fertility Lynch: Jerk?

Jerk the Synonymous: (spitting out the stick) I AM JERK!

Fertility Lynch:...uh huh. Sweetie, what do you think our odds are of beating Victory or Valhalla?

Jerk the Synonymous: uhhh...Valhalla?

Jerk perks up in recognition of the heavenly words. Fertility shakes her hands in front of her, as if to erase the word from the air.

Fertility Lynch: No, no, no. I mean the TEAM.

Jerk the Synonymous: I am team!

Fertility Lynch: Yes, but your team is facing another team filled with vikings like yours-

Jerk the Synonymous: VIKINGS?!

Fertility Lynch: Yes.

Jerk the Synonymous: Jerk is viking!

Fertility Lynch: I know, but you're not on the viking team.

Jerk the Synonymous: Huh?

Fertility Lynch: OK...let's...let's slow this down. Step one: You are Je-

Jerk the Synonymous: I AM JERK!

Fertility Lynch: ...yes. You are Jerk. And your teammates are Arkham West and Alex Richardson. You are the Dream Syndicate. Understand?

Jerk gives Fertility a grunting, slobbery, nod of understanding.

Fertility Lynch: Victory or Valhalla-now stay with me for a second and don't get distracted by Valhalla- they are vikings like yourself. But they are modern vikings who claim to have the spirit of Odin on their side.

Jerk the Synonymous: Odin?

Fertility Lynch: Yes, but Odin is our guy right? Odin prefers Jerk, correct?

Jerk the Synonymous: JERK LIKE ODIN!

Fertility Lynch: Good. That means you have to prove Victory or Valhalla wrong when they say they're Odin's favorite.

Jerk the Synonymous: JERK ODIN'S FAVE-OR-ITE!

Fertility Lynch: Very good. So what does that mean?

Jerk smiles, pauses, glances at Fertility Lynch with a confused suspicion, before smiling once more.

Jerk the Synonymous: JERK JOIN VICTORY OR VALHALLA! AHAHAHA YES!

Fertility Lynch: No! No. Jerk doesn't become a member.

Jerk shakes his head in childish agreement, seemingly chastising himself for the mention of joining Valhalla with his hushed tone of disapproval.

Fertility Lynch: Jerk DIS-members. OK? Jerk DIS-members.

Jerk the Synonymous: uhhh. What do dismimblimb mean, lady?

Fertility Lynch: That means Jerk Destroy!

Jerk perks up at the word destroy. He lets out an enthusiastic warrior's yelp and hops up and down in the icy cavern, crashing from wall to wall like the cave is his own personal glee filled mosh pit.

Jerk the Synonymous: JERK DESTROY! JERK DESTROY! JERK DESTROY!

Fertility Lynch: Calm down!

Jerk the Synonymous: You say lady!

Fertility Lynch: Uhm..Jerk...destroy...?

Jerk the Synonymous: YYYYYYES! JERK!

Fertility Lynch: D-destroy!

Jerk the Synonymous: JERK!

Fertility Lynch: DESTROY!

Jerk the Synonymous: JEEEEEEERK!!!!!

Fertility Lynch: OK, that's enough of that. Good for Jerk.

Jerk the Synonymous: Aaaah. Pretty lady say good thing. Jerk pillage lady?

Fertility Lynch: N-no! Oh god. No. I'm, uh, not the pillaging type? I uh have a headache.

Jerk the Synonymous: Jerk no understand 'head ache'. Is like bleeding ax wound?

Fertility Lynch: Ahem. Um, wow. I've heard periods called worse. Jerk, you've got to be modern about this sort of thing. Like, I don't know, have dinner first? Maybe a massage?

Jerk looks down, seemingly in thought, before suddenly making a gagging noise. Fertility looks on in horror as Jerk proceeds to upchuck his steak in it's full form into his hand. He smiles a toothy smile and offers it up to Fertility. She clasps her nose and struggles to fight back her own bile.

Fertility Lynch: N-no thanks sweet cheeks. I'll stick to chewing on burnt branches thanks.

Jerk shrugs and slowly begins to stuff the steak back down his throat with his index and middle finger. Fertility cringes as his adam's apple bobs and the steak disappears back down his throat hole. Jerk outstretches his slick with vomit hands toward Lynch.

Jerk the Synonymous: Massage?

Fertility Lynch: No thanks...

Jerk the Synonymous: YES!

The camera cuts to the outside of the cozy looking cave as the surreal sounds of Lynch moaning in disgust and pain fill the desolate landscape just outside of the cave's entryway as Jerk tries his damnedest to rub her in a way that doesn't break something within. The voices of the past refill the air as the camera begins to fade.

????: Failure isn't an option Ms. Lynch

Shrewd Feminine Voice: Jerk doesn't know the meaning of the word.

????: I hope, for your sake, that you're not just being sarcastic and literal.

Shrewd Feminine Voice: Yeah? Me too.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 20th 2016, 2:03 pm

“One… Two… Three… Four…” Counted Alex Richardson out loud with each rep for this set of bench presses, trying to keep his mind on the form of his lift, instead of all the chaos that the last three weeks had brought. “Five… Six… Seven… eight…”   he continued as he blocked out the high of him and his brother in law getting the invite to the NEO Wrestling Trios Tournament, And near bottomless low from dreadful news that would befall the later of the two the very next day. “Nine… Ten.” He said a bit winded from this set. Alex replaced the bar on the rack above him before sitting up in place. A hundred repressed thoughts raced thru his mind almost instantaneously. Who are these guys he’d be teaming with? Could he actually trust them? What would it mean in the long term if they won? If it came down to it, could he step up as a possible leader to guide the team to wins like he had done with Gary? Or would he simply find himself the odd man out in his group?

All these thoughts made Alex feel as if he was everywhere, and yet nowhere at the same time. The weight of the world draped upon his shoulders, the fate of himself and his loved ones in the palm of his hand.

“I think you’ve rested enough!” A voice said suddenly. Alex turned his head to see the six foot two, two hundred sixty pound frame of his tag partner and Brother-in-law, Gary Stone, standing in the door way. “Gary what you doing here?” Asked Alex.   “I’ve come to make sure you’re not slacking off in training, and from what I see it’s a good thing I am.” Replied Gary with his almost cocky grin, the one he most certainly inherited from his father. “I just finished my third set.” Said Alex. “Yeah, so you owe me two more, and maybe add some real weight to that barbell.” Responded Gary.
‘Typical Stone, thinking brute strength is all you need.’ Alex thought to himself as he reflected on Gary’s family lineage. Like himself, Gary was a third generation Pro Wrestler, in fact the Stones and Richardsons had a long standing family feud that started all the back between both of their grandfathers. That feud continued until about two and a half years ago when Gary came to aid Alex when he was being doubled teamed after a match. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that he found out the reason why. As it turns out, Gary had been dating Alex’s sister April, without anyone in either family knowing. Not too long after that event the cat had been let out of the bag, and despite objections from members of both families, the two were married. Though Alex was always supportive of the couple, he still had his reservations. The Richardsons were always ones to let their wrestling prowess do the talking for them, the Stones on the other hand all seem to pass on a genetic trait that made them loud and boisterous, or as some might put it, being a loudmouth asshole from time to time.
  “Grab those twenty five pounders and add them on would ya, I’d do it myself, but I’m a bit handicapped here.” Instructed Gary, lifting up his arm which was still in a sling to illustrate his point. Gary had been lucky it was only his arm that was broken. Gary had gone out by himself to celebrate the good news about getting on to the trios tournament. That night he had too much to drink, and started mouthing off to the wrong people. People who were part of an international crime organization that reportedly ganged up on him (the number varies from three to five men) in the parking lot. Gary fought valiantly but the numbers were too much, especially when a lead pipe came into play. The doctors were amazed that he wasn’t in much more serious condition. Gary, as always, played off as if it simply his strength that had saved him.

“Good set” Said Gary after Alex had finished another twelve reps at Gary’s insistence. “Was the only reason you came down here to vicariously lift weights thru me?” Alex asked slightly out of breath. “Nah, but I figured while I’m here I might as well make you actually lift for once.” Said Gary. “So what did bring you here?” asked Alex as laid back down on the bench. “I came to make sure you’re ready for this. I know I put you in a bad spot, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you’re doing this for me and April, but I have to know that before you go out there that you’re gonna be okay.” Gary replied with a straight face, and a much more somber tone. Alex stood silent for a moment. On one hand he felt angry. Angry that Gary had caused such turmoil that it had dragged him and his sister into this whole situation. Angry that he now had to bail them all out of this shit storm by leading a couple of misfits to a championship. What that would accomplish was still a mystery to everyone (though they all figured it probably had something to do with bookmakers and rigging the odds).

On the other hand, how can he say no? Whatever Gary was, he was still good to April, and in all honesty if the shoe was on the other foot, he would have Alex’s back without a single hesitation. “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s not like I know the guys I’m teaming with, it’s not like I can trust them, not yet anyways. But right now I don’t have a real choice, so I am gonna go out there, and do my damnedest to somehow gel with these guys, and win this damn tournament! So if I have to plunge myself into the darkest depths of madness, and insanity to get thru to this Arkham West then so be it. Or prove myself worthy enough in combat of being lifted up by the Valkyries to the great halls of Valhalla to gain the respect of literal, goddamn Viking, then that’s what I am going to do.” Said Alex with a voice that reflected both his determination, and his doubt.

A tense moment passed as Alex began another set. “Channel it, all the anger, the doubt, everything that’s welling up inside you, and when the time is right turn that inward focus outward. Pour out every last ounce of it in the ring when you have them cinched in, and they’ll have no choice but to tap’ Thought Alex as Gary watched him silently. Alex was nearly exhausted from the extra reps on a heavy weight, his face drenched with sweat, his muscles sore and weary, his breathing heavy and deep. He was slow to pull himself up to a sitting position, something that stirred up concern in Gary’s belly.

“So how you gonna do it?” Gary asked while handing Alex a towel, a sly, trace of a grin creeping up on his face from knowing exactly how Alex would respond. “How am I gonna do what?” Alex asked in return. “Tell me how you are going to beat those three jokers who think they stand a chance against you.”

Alex took in a deep breath and handed back the towel. “Come on Gary, I don’t have…” Alex Started. “Ah, I won’t have you telling me that you don’t know. Now come on, head in the game, what are you going to do?” Gary interrupted. “I don’t know what yo…” Alex again tried to put off the question. “What did I just say? Listen I know you’re already got this one in the bag, you know why?” Gary again interrupted. “Why?” Asked Alex as he leaned his head back and took a long, slow a drink from his water bottle. “Because every single time that you and me ever fought each other in the ring, every single goddamn time, I would throw the kitchen sink at you. And every time I thought I had put you away, you kicked out, or countered, or somehow slipped thru my fingers and beat me.” Said Gary. “There was that one time.” Alex quipped back.   “True, the proudest day of my life besides my wedding, but in just about every other instance, you somehow snatched out a win just when it looked like defeat was all but certain. And not just against me, but against every last tag team we’ve been facing for the past two years now. You’re a hell of a game planer, and more than that you are one stubborn son of a bitch who just refuses to lose. Now would you kindly tell me exactly how you plan to beat Victory or Valhalla this Monday?” asked Gary.

His words stirred inside Alex, suddenly it all became so clear. His mind’s eye could see the match unfolding before him, every step, every tag, every move. “They’re all keen enough to zone in on any hint of weakness or fear. Brutishly strong, and very comfortable brawling.” Said Alex out as his mind analyzed each of his opponents. “Sounds like they might be long lost family members of mine.” Gary joked, to which Alex cracked a small smile. “Hakon Fargalt seems to be the leader, or at least the smartest of the group. He’s a bit smaller but still packs a punch. Thing is from what I’ve seen of him, He’s all about intimidation. He’s good at psyching out his opponents, but if you can look him in the eye when the bell rings without an ounce of fear, his whole façade crumbles. And once it does what’s left is a wanna be powerhouse who doesn’t quite have the strength that he thinks he does. Add that to the fact that he’s sloppy with his technical abilities, and what you have is a guy who doesn’t have what it takes to go from bell to bell with the guy who has wrestling running thru his veins.” Said Alex.

“And what about the other two? How do you plan to get around them?” Asked Gary.    “Well from where I stand Sigurd Thorson May be the strongest of three and if he can grab hold of you he can dish out some punishment, but all his strength can’t help him when he down on the mat. He’s also a bit clumsy, and uncoordinated at times, coupled with the fact that he tends to move like a snail thru quicksand will give his opponents the openings they’ll need to pull out a win. Put simply, if you don’t stand directly in front of him, he won’t stand a chance in the ring.” Alex replied.

“Hmm, so far so good, what about the last of those knuckleheaded Norsemen?” asked Gary with a confident smile painting his face. “That’s the one you gotta watch out for. Trosein Newgard Isn’t as big or powerful as the others, But he’s faster and a better wrestler than the other two combined. Plus what he lacks in physical size, he makes up for in ruthlessness. He like a velociraptor waiting to tear into his prey.” Alex answered. “So does that mean you’re scared of him?” Gary questioned, while raising his eyebrow. “Hell no it doesn't. He might be a sadistic madman, but that pales in comparison to a Richardson when he has a submission hold locked in! And what’s more, he’s fighting for some whacky idea that he’s doing the will of Odin. But me, I’m fighting for the livelihood of me and my family, so Fargalt, Thorson, and Newgard better be ready for a war that will make Ragnarok look like a verbal debate. Because whether the referee’s hand slapping the mat after nothing to it, or any one of the three stooges’ screaming submission from a Richardson Special, it’s The Dream Syndicate that moving on to the Semi-Finals.” Said Alex with a fire in his voice. One that Gary knew meant that Alex would somehow pull it off, just like he had time and again.

“Damn right you will…” Said Gary. “… Now let’s see some overhead presses.” He continued to which Alex just shook his head ‘Same ol’ Gary’ he thought.

SCENE.

Voltage Posts : 2052 Age : 27 Status : #FRA

An introduction to the most handsome man in sports entertainment… Matt Queen

*Scene opens up with Matt Queen in one of his mansion homes in Miami Florida with about 10 hot chicks of different races in their bikinis while he’s sitting in the middle of them wearing a robe that reads “Most Handsome” and he is also smoking a cigar*

Do you see this? In just a minute without even having to speak I managed to just get the whole world jealous I managed to get everyone who is watching this the minute these guys started filming to say “Damn I want to be like Matt Queen one day”.   Well you know what? It won’t happen there is only one Matt Queen there is only one man as handsome as me and that’s the man I look at in the mirror. See I’ve wrestled in plenty of promotions winning titles in every single one of them.   You’re probably shocked a man as good looking as me would risk his handsome face in a wrestling ring and that’s only because no one is risky enough to touch my face in any sort of way.   The last guy to do so? Well let’s just say it didn’t end up so well and ever since then people have learned from him they have grown scared to even mush this face of mine. See when it did happen the first time when someone did have enough balls to do so it triggered me like nothing ever has before. My eyes turned pure black as I completely lost control of what I did. I barely remember what I really did other than the fact that he went home a month later after being released from the hospital and his own wife and children didn’t realize who he was.   So if that isn’t enough of a heads up for you guys down at NEO and if you don’t want to take my word for it. Then go ahead be my guest risk your life and test this lion.   Test the king, test the most handsome main in sports entertainment and hit me in the face and you’ll pay for it like you’ve never thought of.   See I got a call about a month ago about NEO and about the Triad Games so that’s when I got this group together.

Chad Baxter the strongest man in this tournament and trust me I’ve seen all the guys in the tournament from the biggest to the smallest and I promise you Chad will make them all look like they are the smallest. This man will lift all 3 of those rednecks we are facing this week AT THE SAME TIME! His strength is something you’ve only seen in comic books.   Chad Baxter is a BULLY! He feeds off of the pain of others he takes peoples lunch money and uses it to buy new weights for his home gym.    This man has been making people like the participants in this tournament his bitches his whole life. This is nothing new to him Chad is ready to wreak havoc across this tournament and continue his bullying ways making his name in NEO and across the world known forever. He is the biggest, the STRONGEST, THE MOST FEARCE BULLY ANY OF YOU HAVE EVER COME ACROSS! If it isn’t obvious enough he is the strength of this trio he’s the shield that makes us just that more unbreakable and that makes just that much more unbearable.

The Storm of the North? Desmond Helms? The most athletic and diverse man in this tournament there isn’t a thing in that ring he can’t pull off.   No move is too far-fetched for him to be honest thinking there’s a move he can’t do is farfetched. This man is the best thing going in Canada not that corny dude with the drawn on beard making songs about his exes.   This is the man Canada should be proud of. HE RUNS THE NORTH!   There also isn’t a thing he won’t do to win he will resort to ANYTHING to make sure him and this team comes up on this victory. He has kicks that would knock the head of a grizzly bear off its neck. He is just a dude like the rest of us you don’t want to mess with.

Now me. Matt Queen just like Desmond there isn’t much I can’t do. I have everything a wrestler wants.   I’m like a CAW on EAW 2K17 some nerd made came to life.   And together the 3 of us are G.O.D. Yes we are all Gods in our own way. All 3 of us can grant you Glory or Death and it’s all up to the decision you make. Now I saw the win the White Trash Circus or whatever these guys call themselves picked up and trust me going against G.O.D. won’t be as easy as a task.   We are three people you don’t want to deal with our names are known worldwide across the independent circuit. Now I wouldn’t expect you guys to know that with the lack of communication you guys have outside your trailer park homes.   I bet you 3 are real heroes you are the only bit of talent that trailer park has you are there only hope to upgrade those trailers and I’m going to apologize in advance.   I’m going to apologize now that you guys won’t get those upgraded trailer homes. You guys won’t be able to move those trailer homes to a better place. With that being said though maybe if I’m generous I can donate the all this money I have and use it for something good this time and donate it to whatever little park you are staying in. That’s all up to the White Trash Circus though and whether they choose to respect G.O.D. Or try to put us down.

This trio is a dream trio a trio you see in movies like Avengers or Justice League.   While you 3 are like the lower tier villains who only get to be one episode of the cartoon at first it’s a struggle but towards the end G.O.D. prevails and we vanish the evil beings from this world and saving these good people. These people don’t need to be introduced to such filth. This 15 minutes of fame you guys are all drinking in ends soon we will kick you back to the curb sending you to the nearest highway so you can hitchhike your ways back home.   We are the team people want to see in the finals hell we should be the ones who automatically gets a free pass to the finals just because of who we are. This whole triad tournament should be based around us and see who’s good enough to compete against us. G.O.D. should be the trophy in all this.   You guys want to talk about the Golden State Warriors being the super team NO WE ARE THE SUPER TEAM! As I stated before we are everything a good team consist of we have strength and power we have athleticism we have the good looks we have people that kick you’re jaw straight off and make it look like a Mortal Kombat fatality if you touch their faces. White Trash Circus or any Circus in this team doesn’t stand a chance against us! Oh yeah I said any other circus because when coming against us that’s all you guys are. A bunch of clowns who think they are worthy of being in the same ring as G.O.D. You are looking at the 2016 Triad Games winner and you are looking at the most handsome man In sports entertainment Matt Queen.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 25th 2016, 6:54 pm

Stone. Stone was used to build the very foundation of society. From the neanderthals to the Greek democracy all the way to present day, we have relied on stone to create the most beautiful and the most solid constructs. When man learned how to hunt he created spears and axes from wood and stone. When man created the wheel, he started with stone and when man learned how to build they used stone to create the beauty of the Greek and Roman Empires with colosseums and mosaics and beautiful roads that would stretch on for miles upon miles. So why did we stop? Why have we replaced the stonework with brick and left behind the once alluring world that we lived in?

It’s because man doesn’t understand respect.

Man doesn’t understand how to care for the glory that it built and that is why what once was etched in stone is now fading into obscurity… except me. I am the only stone left unturned and I intend to keep it that way as I build a legacy like no other and prove why I am the epitome of human perfection. It’s been no easy task but nothing that I do ever is. Men and women alike have tried to chip away at what I have already built for myself but what they all failed to realise is that they have simply aided me in the creation of the chiseled, hardened, young veteran that stands before you.

From the very beginning I said that this tournament was filled with cowards and when I stepped into that NEO ring for the first time I showed our opponents to be just that: Cowards. They didn’t have the guts nor the determination to defeat us and thus failed to live up to their dreams of becoming Triad Games champion just like I said that they were. This Wednesday I will continue to fulfill that promise and show that, much like everyone else in this tournament, they are COWARDS. The world has been run by cowards for too long and it’s about time that people took a stand and fought. It’s about time that people show NO REMORSE and that’s exactly what we intend to do. The No Remorse Corps. does not care about your hopes or your dreams or your plans for success. When you step in the ring with the three of us, failure is ensured. We have the strength, the speed, the smarts… while all of you have nothing to your name. In the first round we eliminated Japanese MODELS. WE FACED MODELS. So what did we do? We beat them to bloody pulps and broke their most prized possessions: Their faces. We rendered all three of them as useless human beings and that’s what we’re willing to do to everyone who tries to stand in our way for the Triad Games.

We’ve already ended three careers. Who’s next? Who wants to test their luck against the most vicious and dominant team to step foot into this trios tournament? Who will be the next unfortunate team to have their words and bodies broken? We ask you to step up to us-- no, we DARE you to step up to us. Your fate will be the same as that of everyone else who has dared cross paths with us. They say that some people are cut from the same cloth… but we are cut from the same stone. That stone will be what ruins each and every one of you and bends you to our will before sending you to the abyssal wasteland that is your demise. We wait for no man or woman and we certainly do not wait to be called out first. Instead, we come out here and we tell you exactly who we are, what we’ve done and what we’re going to do to you because we already know it won’t change the outcome of this tournament. We WILL win this and that is a promise that we will all be sure to keep. Unlike many of the other wrestlers that enter this tournament, we stand by our word. Too often do we see promises made only to have the man or woman who made them to turn their back like they owed the world nothing but we refuse to do the same. I am a gladiator and I will fight to the death to defend my honor, no matter who I am forced to stand toe to toe with. There is a very good reason that our greatest historical figures are carved in stone and that’s because they were men of honor and respect. They were strong and hardy ...like stone.

Most importantly, without a shadow of a doubt, they all had one thing in common:

NO. REMORSE.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 25th 2016, 10:10 pm

(No Remorse Corps vs. La Niña Aurora)

There we go. As soon as our first challengers breezed into our line of sight, they were put down even faster. Since the warning shot has been fired, I feel compelled to ask...do we have your attention now?

You know, it’s ALMOST hilarious. I know exactly what people were saying ahead of our last match. I know they sat back and took in everything that Aaron, Miles, and I had to say, and so many were quick to write us off with any one of a litany of less-than-flattering labels: overconfident, arrogant, rude, in over our heads, whatever. I have no sympathy for those we’ve proven wrong, nor do I have sympathy for the careers were surely shortened in our last go-’round. We gave you all fair warning. There was plenty of time to either shape up and prepare yourself for the rigors of facing No Remorse Corps or get out of the way. Ageha thought they were ready. Foolishly, they thought they were as prepared as they could be for their match against us, and how exactly did they fair? I feel like it having been labeled a “hard-fought match” by the commentators gave them too much credit. No, it makes it sound like they stood a chance. It makes it sound like a team where one dude carried the load for three people wasn’t destroyed by a well-oiled machine. But that is exactly what happened. Every slick move by Ken what’s his face or every stupid trick by his fat teammate didn’t inch them closer to victory, although I’m sure that’s what they thought. It just prolonged the suffering they were always destined to endure at our hands. It just delayed our inevitable victory. They were able to stall, they were able to play games, but what they couldn’t do was stand between us and the win that was always coming our way. My teammates and I, we always keep our promises. When we said we’d wipe the canvas with their faces, we meant it. When we said Ageha had no business stepping into the ring with us, we meant that, too. And now that the dust has settled, hopefully, two out of the three members of Ageha don’t have injuries so bad that they can’t slap on a little foundation and resume their less-than-eventful modeling careers. It seems they’ll need something to fall back on, now that it’s become painfully apparent that wrestling isn’t for them. Now, a smart person would look at what we did the last time around and heed our words and probably drop out the second they saw a match with us was on the table, but that’s never how it goes, is it? No one ever does the “smart” thing, do they? No, they run head-long into fights they can’t win, and those idiots in the crowd will call them gutsy and courageous, but no. That’s not the case. I can call this from a mile away. La Niña Aurora is gonna charge directly at us, with their poor woman’s brand of determination or whatever, and they’re gonna vow to win this. They’re gonna ignore every single thing we’ve said, knowing full well what we’re capable of. And then, when we leave them in broken heaps at our feet and continue on our path of destruction, somehow, we’ll be labeled the bad guys. I could see if we were using the element of surprise or something, but has that been our style up to this point? No. We lay out exactly what we’re going to do long before it ever comes to pass, and so I have no regrets about what’s to come. You could say I came into this whole ordeal devoid of a conscience, but every match we have under our belt and every win we have to our name reminds me why I am the way that I am. My mindset has served me well so far, and luckily, I’ve linked up with some like-minded individuals, and with them? We’ll continue to carve a mile-wide path of terror through this tournament. Like dominoes, we’ll knock over every set of unfit adversaries placed in our path until we take our rightful spots at the top of the mountain. I can see the end of all this, but I know it’s far from over. But if this journey isn’t over, then neither is the hell that’s gotta be endured by all that we face. La Niña Aurora has no chance, and isn’t that fitting? It matches our lack of remorse.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 25th 2016, 10:13 pm

“Overlooked, underlooked, not looked at, or just plain ignored, it doesn’t matter to a Diemos. To a Diemos, the only thing that matters is the match itself. We fight to outlast. To survive. And to dominate. That’s how it is outside of the ring, so it’s no different in the ring. In the ring, I have to dominate because that’s what I do. That’s what we all do. The Evolution Empire is a dominant factor. We don’t mess around with cheap details or misinformation. We run through opposition like...what are they named? Pantheon? So what...they think they’re gods? Nah. Nah they aren’t gods. Gods don’t walk around wearing nice suits and sipping wine. Giants like that big guy Gojira? I can cut them down to size. Because my father taught me something of value and importance. He taught me that it’s ok to be afraid of giants like Gojira. Because if you’re afraid, you can cut them down like they were nothing. And big sycomores like Gojira? He’s nothing. And I’ll prove it. By cutting him down where he stands. By chopping him at the legs. And above all else...by tearing him apart piece by painful piece. Nikoli and Helena? A power couple? A really strong couple that can work well in the ring? Wow. Eclipse and Alexis, Sasha and Aren, Nas and BB. Everything you do, our parents did it better, and better than you will ever be as well. So...if this is my chance to be in the big leagues...Evolution Empire is going to take it by storm. Let’s get crazy.”

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 25th 2016, 10:32 pm

(Gojira Promo)
“There need not be any proof of what I can accomplish. I am the reason Pantheon is a success. If I was not, why else would they have chosen me. I am the biggest, strongest, greatest athlete that the United States has ever seen. The fact that I am here to grace you with my presence should be good enough, but they insist on throwing more bones at me, instead of simply handing me the victories that I so rightly deserve. Let it be then. A Diemos challenges first. The young girl, daughter of Eclipse Diemos. Enessa Diemos. She is ignorant of our world, isn't’ she. She sees this world as a black and white image, yet there is many grays. The gray that I exist in, is that there is a point that you cannot cross. An area of effect that you will not defeat. I am that area of effect. I am Gojira, the biggest, and strongest athlete in the world. And she thinks that her team of generational bitches can stop the wrath of the gods? What a fool she is. And her partners are equally foolish. Two further bitches that will never step across the threshold of Olympus, and gaze upon the glory of their true gods. So be it. Suffer and die as they will. I will stand as the victor.”

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 25th 2016, 10:46 pm

parenting lesson; round two;
"You are all baby birds who were simply not ready to leave the nest" - Helena Vega
NEO Promos W9MTcMS

Children? We show you our clear dominance and you feed us children? So be it. You give a cow to a butcher, and they are slaughtered, devoured and finished. You feed weaklings to Pantheon, and you shall get the same exact result. We provide to you people that Team Broken were nothing but a group of empty promises. Waiting to be filled with their failures. We made sure that Team Broken could never be fixed. Now you dare insult us by feeding us children who are just trying to beat us by solely relying on the lack of power in their last name? I laugh. Why is it always the smallest people in the world with the loudest mouth. All bark and zero bite. That is essentially the gist of Evolution Empire. As if they are even old enough to run an Empire, yet alone evolved. Sorry children, but it is time that you are put in a time out. You are exactly what it is wrong with the world today. Children like yourself thinking that you are as mighty as you may talk. False. Let us evaluate this so called “Empire”. We have little miss Maya. Poor , poor Maya. Her mother is nothing short of a failure. No impact, yet you are trying to continue her legacy, or shall I say, lack there of? You are nothing more than your parents, you are exactly them. I cannot even give you the credit of being an underdog. At least an underdog can get the job done with the pressure if applied. Just like your father, when the pressure is put on , when it is finally the big one, you shall fail. Team Pantheon, we are your big one. Literally when you count our superior partner, Gojira. Just like your parents, you have bitten off far more than what you could consume. You will learn a hard lesson, one that your parents have obviously never taught you. Learn your place, and learn when to back down. You choose to be defiant and think a victory over us is what you shall get. You are wrong and you will watch your precious “Empire” come crashing down right in front of you.

I yawn at this match. We came here for a challenge and clearly we have not received it. The disrespect that is being written on my dominant team is despicable. Please do tell me why you three little girls think you have a chance to beat my husband, the great Nikoli Vega, our friend and our dominant beast, Gojira? Did you see how easily he threw our opponents last week? You are twice as smaller, and twice as ignorant, you will be throw with a flick of a pinky from him and I will laugh as you suffer. You will suffer by this fate you have chosen to bring upon yourself. You think you could stand in the ring with a woman like me? A woman who could get the job done and do it with such prestige? Please my dears, you three are better off staying at home. Go to college, get a proper job and an education because you will not be winning The Triad Games. Not if Pantheon has anything to say about it. I look at Enessa. Full of potential, but you choose to use the energy, rushing your “talent” because of a silly idea your imbecile friend had. My dear, your father could have taught you everything he knew, but you are not him. You are not your father, and you are not your mother. Your last name does not mean you inherited the same talents your parents had. It is a lie when your parents look at you and tell you that you could be anything you want to be, so long as you put your mind to it. What a tragic lie parents tell to put ambition into their children. Ambition they cannot learn without being fed lies. You need to realize you may have the tools, but you do not know what to with them Enessa. I have no pity, and I will not back down for feeling bad for little girls who are way in over their head. You will learn the same lesson Team Broken did. Pantheon are unstoppable and we will be your Triad Games winner. But do not fret my dear, I am sure there is a beautiful job at hot topic waiting for you when you return home.

You are all baby birds who were simply not ready to leave the nest. Your parents just set you free, not knowing that would find yourself in the path of Pantheon. I could imagine the worry in your mother’s face Avia, as she watches her darling baby girl being man handled. The pride that your mother has, I feel sorry if you have the same. Your pride will be ripped from you when you learn your place. However at least I could say that your parents actually accomplished something in this world we call professional wrestling. It must be a hard act to follow no? The pressure of being the child of Aren Mstislav and Aria Jaxon. I can tell you , your parents may have been known for their A game, but little baby Avia should have been called...perhaps Bavia? Because you are just a B at most. Not all talent is genetic. You should know that. Or maybe I am giving you too much credit? You may have been born from a legacy but that legacy will not follow suit. The legacy that Team Pantheon will leave, will be better than all of your parents’ combined. You three have just let yourself in the lion’s den. We will not spare you, we will not go easy on you. For you knew what you signed up for, and we will give you a parenting lesson, one that your parents could never teach you.

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 25th 2016, 10:51 pm

Miles Maverick Promo

And there it is. Three pieces of filth down, and well...a ton more to go. Too many to count, and more importantly too many to waste my time paying attention too. A waste of time, that's what this is right now. Because everyone knows how this is all going to go down. The fact of the matter is this ladies and gentlemen listening to me all around the globe. At home, on your smart phones. Your tablets. Your computers. Your gaming systems. Longing to be great. To rise from the mediocrity of your pathetic existences. Wishing to be something more than you are in normal society. Wishing to be like Vanessa Archer. Wishing to be like Aaron Stone. Wishing to be like Miles Maverick! Wishing to be as great, as glorious, as dominant as NO! REMORSE! CORPS!The reason people want to see us lose. The reason all of you mindless drones are plotting our downfall. The reason you peons want nothing more than for No Remorse Corps to fail is purely for the simple fact that none of you pieces of trash could ever obtain the level of ability and success in life that we have. And that includes our opponents, El Niña Aurora. Um...first of all you uncultured swines, you clearly don't know Spanish. Your team name SHOULD BE LA Niña Aurora! Then again, a safe bet would be the fact that you don't even understand what I am telling you. If you don't know proper basic Spanish, I don't expect you to grasp English. You're boring, generic, and talentless. No one gives a single damn about your existence and participation in this tournament. And it would be for the best if you three just didn't show yourselves this week. Sadly as I alluded to, you won't understand what I am telling you, so you'll show up just to get blown away by the greatest trio in wrestling history. Then again I think showing you will be a much better learning experience for you than telling you. Vanessa, Aaron, and I will show you, No Remorse...

NO!

REMORSE!

CORPS!

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Avia Mstislav Promo

Hold up and let’s listen for a second

-A spotlight comes on in the middle of a darkened Room and out steps a beautiful woman. She strided along the linoleum tiles of the dark room, owning every step. The heels clicked against the floor and with the confidence of her first words she continued-

NEO is where legends were born, where the greatest of the greats battled it out. Once for a Cup, but now, now it’s for something greater.

-She flicked her wrists signaling for the room to be illuminated. It was a pure white room with walls of achievements hanging in the background. The National Elite Title, Pure Championship, and EAW Championship hung to the right of her, while on the left hung the Empress of Elite Banner, Vixens Title, and Young Lions Cup.-

As you can see I know all about being great. My Father Aren Mstislav was a monster, demolishing everyone in his wake and letting his words get under the skin of others, while making their ideals and fears himself. My Mother, Aria Jaxon, was beautiful, but showed the world why she was the baddest of the bad in her short time in EAW. She marked the history books as one of the fastest and most dominating Vixens of EAW, while also showing that she too could hold what the men would fight for.

And where does that leave little old me. Well being the daughter of the most dominant couple in EAW, It leaves me with something to live up to. And I know people will be saying how I was brought up on nothing but the fame of my mother and father, and that I would never be as great as them, all I can say is they could be right. Because they left a legacy, and are still doing such, which means that the bar keeps getting higher. But my plan is not to meet their bar, but to surpass it. My mother and father, they knew what it was like to work, and they want me to see it to be true as well. And in doing so I will not only surpass the bar, but make them know that they raised me to be the one that others will so worship as much as they were. And to do that I must do so in NEO, start off where my Father did, and make it my own Kingdom.

But to do that, another kingdom must fall and that is in the name of The Pantheon. Now look at what the Pantheon holds for Maya, I, and Enessa, you have two brutes, one who is as agile as any other man, and one who is a Giant in his own right. You would think that the odds would be stacked against us, but nay, they are not. They are playing in our favor and soon The Pantheon will know that. Because while the Two Brutes and the Queen all might look down on us because of our size, they are soon going to realize that we learned a thing or two from Dear old Mother and Father. Maya, my dear cousin, got the gift of gab, and the gift of jab, meaning she knows how to Talk, and brawl. Enessa has gotten the factor of ring psychology, and the mean streak of the Diemos family, along with other inherent abilities any of the Sanatorium family showed her. And Me, well I got the tenacity and the lethality of my mother, and the wit and instinct of my father, meaning that anything the Pantheon says I know how to dodge. Anything The Pantheon does, I know how to counter, anything they say they can do, I can undoubtedly do it better. And it’s just not me talking smack either, but it is me telling the god damn truth. And if you’re willing to prove me wrong, then I want you to show me. Because I’m not falling today, next week, or the week after. I got something to prove and whole lot to show for it, and we as a unit are not falling to you or anyone else. And as my uncle Nasir would say That’s What’s Poppin!

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 25th 2016, 11:58 pm

Maya Capitani Promo

[[The camera opens up to a Young girl lacing up a pair of Jordan retro 6s. Then placing a snapback cap firmly upon her head.]]

Maya Capitani: It is time! My entire life. My training. My upbringing. Everything I have aspired for, all of that is put to the test, now. If you don't recognize me by my unshakable will and unmatched enthusiasm and charisma, I am Maya Capitani! The daughter of The Bronx Beauty, Bianca Bella Vita and Jersey's Finest, Nasir Capitani! That future that my daddy fought for, stands before you today! It's within me! The evolution of this business is quite a powerful thing. You see me here right now, the child of two of the most talented performers of their time period, I inherited all that they are. The beauty and grace of my mother, as well as the confidence and swagger of my daddy! All the talent in the ring, the presence of a champion, and what I love to do best, that is talk talk and TALK some more. Go word for word with anyone. But don't get it twisted now. I'm here to fight and earn everything that I can achieve, just like my parents before me. Evolution Empire plans on earning and proving itself by going toe to toe with the best all across the land! Going against anyone and everyone, even if that includes a hideous well...I don't even know if that thing is human, calls itself Gojira? So you're an animal now? Well just know As big as you are, that means your fall from power will be that much larger! And as for the russian dream team, Ain't nobody worried about yall. Helena, I'll smack that confident smirk right off that face of yours and as for your man, well you need to turn him into the same zoo you found Gojira at, because he is butt ugly and belongs there too! This is not just an Evolution, it's a full on movement! The next generation of athletes are here, and we are ready to make out mark here on NEO! A place wear my daddy as well as Avia's are alumni of. Once a developmental promotion, it has now grown into something far greater! It is an opportunity to showcase out talent under a scope everyone will watch! The Evolution starts NOW!

[[Maya smirks at the camera and shuts it off]]

Subject: Re: NEO Promos October 26th 2016, 12:00 am

(The camera opens up to Nina Sanada watching her students train in the ring.)

Dedication. That’s the name of the game. That’s the source for the fire of a true competitor. It makes me wonder if our opponents know what it means to be a true competitor? Do they know what it means to put hours of work in the ring? Do they know what it means to to spend days in the ring honing one's skills? They call themselves No Remorse Corps, but the only thing I see them having no remorse for the obliviousness they seem to have for their lack of talent. La Nina Aurora is a team based around hard work ethic that combines the fruit of my training with the charisma of these bright young women. I’ve been around the scene for quite a while. I’ve seen people like No Remorse come and go. What they do isn’t anything new. What they say have been heard before. I wouldn’t be surprised if I go in there and they’re doing the same tired techniques half of these so-called indie darlings are performing. La Nina Aurora is the epitome of what I’ve given to this business...my pinnacle of students fighting alongside their sensei. Our opponents may look down upon us, but they will be surprised when the storm rolls through and there’s nothing left but a shell of who they once were and pieces of who they could have been.

Prepare yourselves for the storm. Prepare yourselves for La Nina Aurora.

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