EAW Promoz!

EAW Promoz!

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Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 8:41 pm by **Davidson**

(We start off today with David returning to the same empty space backstage, observing backstage crew members installing The R.A.D. Betting Agency door. David has some kind of drink in his hand, not caring that there is some creepy cameraman right behind him, filming his every movement and word.)

Worker: Okay, we are done. Does it look good to you, David?

David: See…that’s the second time you have called me that. I'm not David to you. Who am I?

Worker: Oh right, my bad. The Champ, does this look good to you?

(David takes a sip of his drink and thinks it over, while looking at every small detail.)

David: Um, no. Move the door to the left three inches.

(The workers move the door and look for David’s approval.)

David: Meh, it still doesn't look right, fellas. Move it to the right three inches.

(The workers move it back to where it was originally. David sets his drink down and puts his hands out and makes a rectangular frame with his fingers, while staring at the door.)

David: Perfect. Thanks guys, you are the best…even though this took way longer than it should have. But oh well.

(David goes towards the door handle and before he can open the door, that same interviewer taps David on the shoulder. David pretends he isn't there, but the interviewer keeps poking him.)

Interviewer: David…David…David…DAAAAAAAAAAAVD!

David: What do you want interviewer?

Interviewer: To ask you some questions.

David: Oh wow, what a curveball! Totally didn't expect that.

Interviewer: Wait where is your larping crown? You are the new king after all.

David: Oh, threw it in the trash. Welp, there's your answer. Now that we are done here, excuse m—

Interviewer: No, I still have more questions! Such as some people think that you and Jack aren't taking this match at Reckless Wiring seriously enough. Your titles are on the line after all.

David: Okay, nice statement, where is the question though?

Interviewer: Oh right, so what do you have to say to those people?

David: Nice save! Very well thought out. Look, I'll have you know that I'm taking this match very seriously. Anybody that knows me would know that I am a hard hat, lunch pail kind of guy. Tell me interviewer, do you know how many eggs I've drank for this match? Or how many frozen pieces of meat I've punched? Or how many stairs I've ran? So many! I mean, those stairs will come in handy since Kelly and Finnegan have a huge advantage when it comes to endurance…according to them. Of course they feel that way. We’ll see come Saturday night.

Interviewer: So David, what are your thoug—

David: Nah, I wasn't done. How dare you interrupt me. Do you realize how rude that was? You should feel bad and as a result, you should reevaluate your life. I mean as an interviewer, it is your job to remain professional and unbiased, both of which you have failed at doing, numerous times. So here, hold my drink. Go stand like ten feet behind the camera…thanks. So cameraman, last evening, I was amazed, AMAZED I TELL YOU, by the impressive specimen that is Kelly Hackenschmidt. I genuinely mean that, by the way! Because never in my life have I ever seen a man…be so wrong about everything, yet act so confident in the garbage he spews, like its gospel. It has gotten stale. Just like these past few days of bickering back and forth has become tiresome, due to this being one big game of pointing our fingers at the opposing team and trying to convince them on how wrong they are. It'll never work. It'll never gain traction. All four of us are stubborn. Our egos won't allow us to think anything other than we are the best because our alpha male genes tell us so. Now, I am sure before Kelly and Finnegan debuted in EAW, they were accomplished, with just overwhelming potential…so that begs the question, what went wrong? Who knows. But what I do know is that we are your current EAW Unified Tag Team Champions and for whatever reason, they don't want to accept that. But make no mistake about it, no matter what they have to say, once our match is over, nothing changes. These titles…these oh so beautiful golden titles, won't be getting new nameplates drilled into them any time soon. I wouldn't let my baby go through that painful process.

(David sees the interviewer is about to take a sip from his drink in the background.)

David: NO! PUT IT DOWN, SO NOBODY GETS HURT!

Interviewer: But..I'm thirsty.

David: There is a bathroom down the hall. Go drink out of the toilet bowl or something. But anyways, let's go back to Kelly and his amazing self. That's right Devan Dubian, you are no longer “The Amazing One”…that goes to Kelly! Because once again, I was amazed by you. You talked not once, but twice yesterday, when we didn't even really address you, except for like maybe three sentences. But then I listened and that smile I once had, disappeared. What do I ever mean? Simple. I was thinking maybe we have a challenge on our hands when it came to verbal exchanges, which would be the only thing you really had going for you, since we know what will ensue in the ring or outside of it, come Reckless Wiring. So I watched what you had to say the first time around and well…lets just say you left a lot to be desired. All you did was essentially regurgitate what your partner had to say. You made this presentation right? Probably spent a lot of time working on it. Preparation is key, sure, but you also have to execute, young grasshopper. You will learn…maybe…I hope…actually, I wouldn't hold my breath. So there you were, talking in front of a brick wall, with horrible lighting, which is probably for the best with all things considered…and you went on and on, explaining the three stipulations to the EAW fans, like they had no idea! It was almost insulting. But like I said, all you really did was copy Finnegan. You even prefer the same match stipulations in order, how delightful. But I will not let that distract me from the fact that you were wearing a blazer and a black shirt, like a slob. Three piece suit, Kelly, c’mon man. Somebody give him the memo. Whatever man. I'll let that slip between the cracks. But cool, you like the 2 out of 3 falls match the best because you are so set on making us tap twice! It's what you have been saying all week long! The same old tune. Never gets annoying. But sure, make those promises, knowing damn well you won't be able to keep them. Sounding like a god damn student running for school president...promising that if they get elected, pizza will be served twice a week or recess will get extended an additional ten minutes each day. Phony. A big fat phony. But why should I care, hmm? You'll be the one letting down your fans. Better get that public apology ready.

Then you talk about falls count anywhere. Again, explaining the concept of the match. Was not needed. But I'm sure you thought it was necessary because I'm convinced you just like to hear the sound of your own voice. I tell you what, I’d be shocked if I don't Van Gogh myself by the end of this week, but I digress. I mean, I should really try to give you the benefit of the doubt. This whole situation you find yourself in is new to you. Your first ever title match in EAW right? Hey, congrats. It'll be a learning experience for you, that much is true. So what happened when you were talking about this stipulation? Surely you weren't talking about submissions again? Oh…you were, of course. I'm beginning to question your move set. It seems very limited. Notice how I don't go on and on about the plethora of moves that I can pull out at any given second, that will seal our victory. I don't need to. I’d rather it be one big surprise. Who doesn't like surprises? They are the best!

It doesn't end there though. So you explain all three matches right, and then you lecture us on the purpose of submission holds and how the first thing you learn is to get out of them. What a treat! I'm sure if the fans were your students, they'd fight for the back row of seats in the classroom because it gives them a better chance of falling asleep without you knowing. I don't blame them because your whole presentation was piss poor. You know what could have topped it? A nervous child who has the fear of public speaking, getting in front of the classroom and read his PowerPoint slides on the solar system, word for word without once looking at the audience. It would be just as effective. I mean I was lost at the end. What was I supposed to do? I felt like I owed you a sympathy golf clap or something. But hey, at least you didn't end it on that sour note. You directly called me out and woooo, thank you for ending those tutorials. Okay so let's see what I recall. Oh right, you brought up something I originally said on Twitter and that is I don't submit. What can I say, I'm allergic. I also don't get pinned either, not trying to brag or anything. I guess what it boils down to is I’m exceptional at my job. If they did employee of the month here in EAW, look out, I would've racked those up one by one, just like my victories. But as I was saying…or I guess as you were saying, I never went out my way to say I don't go through glass tables either. Um, did I really have to? Let's be real. I'm David Davidson. I'm a champion. I'm a champion in professional wrestling and in life. C’mon Kelly, you should know this. And before you try to get sneaky and twist my words, or better yet, put words in my mouth again, the answer is no…Jack isn't going through a glass table either. So yeah, I guess I can kind of see why you would rather avoid this stipulation if it were up to you. And before you try to get all macho on us and attempt to convince us that you would be completely fine with glass tables, then I suggest you talk to your partner and tell him not to openly tell the fans to vote for the other two. Just a pathetic attempt. That's all. Now, let's go back to when I said you put words in my mouth. I believe you said we made a few, or countless gay jokes. You used the word, “they”, referring to the both of us. Interesting Kelly, so tell me, what gay joke did I personally make? Give me the specific example. I'm not talking about Jack. I'm talking about myself. Jack is his own man. He can say whatever he pleases. So go on. I'm waiting. Or did you just make an assumption? Gasp! How could you do such a thing! So I guess if you went ahead with you plan of making a drinking game on how many insensitive gay jokes I made…you wouldn't even take a single shot. Sounds pretty boring to me but, when you factor in who made the game, it all makes sense. So again, when you come at me, make sure you have all your facts be actual facts. That would help you out tremendously in the future. Now, let's talk about a topic that you think you know all about, but once again, don't know jack. Let's talk about Matt Squared again. I'm personally sick of talking about them, but if Kelly wants to travel in circles, then I will let him be my guest. Not only that, but I'll even join him for the time being.

You keep mentioning how Matt Squared’s chemistry took a big hit before our match even got started at King of Elite. I won't argue that because it's a fact. There was tension. But tell me Kelly, how did that tension come to surface? Me. That's right, after I beat Miles in quick fashion, Ryder began to question the legitimacy of their cohesiveness. And then when Miles’ lack of confidence pretty much cost them their titles, Ryder turned on him like a zombie. So long story short, I did that and I take great pride in it because they weren't fitting champions. My reason why will be explained later when I talk to your partner, Finnegan. So stay tuned. Yes, that's right, I still have a lot to say and it's because you two have made so many errors in your rebuttals. I’m just here to help by fixing them. Yeah, don't mention it. You're welcome. But seeing as how you want to stay on topic when it comes to those we have beaten, which serves no purpose when it comes to our match, let's talk about you boasting about your match with Drake, which you technically won I guess. But all I saw was a disinterested champion who was thinking about the bigger picture. I mean what would he gain from beating you? Does he call up his pals and brag? Does he print out a picture from the match and hang it up on his fridge? Nope, like I said he was thinking bigger picture. Someday you might understand but for the time being, you're in this phase where you want to prove your toughness and competitiveness to anyone who will listen. Which unfortunately includes myself because I have to face you. It's just the life of being a champion. Listening to challenger after challenger copy and paste the words from the previous failures, as to why they think they will be different, when in reality they’ll just get steamrolled as well. It's a sad cycle, but there's nothing I can do. Just let them roll down the conveyor belt one by one and allow them to learn first hand. And as for your match with TLA, I really don't want to get into it. You flat out lost.

Next let's talk about you jumping the gun. Again, I don't really want to keep talking because I feel like you now know what you said was completely useless, with countless gapping holes in your argument, but nope, for your own good, I must point each one out. So yes, let's talk about your mouth writing checks that your ass can't cash. Already making plans on defending our titles at the Grand Rampage? Interesting, weren't you the one who made a devoted speech on how you can't underestimate your opponents, or was that your partner? I forget. But if it was you, quite hypocritical. Or better yet, making a request to face Haruna and Azumi. So now you are getting their hopes up too, huh? I can see it now. You message either one of them that they'll be your first title defense, then they get all happy and think to themselves that this is their big moment…sound familiar, huh? But then you fail to keep your word because surprise, you lost at Reckless Wiring. Then you are made out as the bad guy and I for one will not defend you. A shocking reveal, hmm? Okay so like I said, you talked a second time. So what did you say this time that was so different? Nothing really. I'm by no means disappointed, for I was expecting as such. So I see you once again claimed you are the best team in EAW. That's rich, Kelly. I don't even have to say anything but point at my championship and then your point and argument goes straight out the window. What makes you the best again? Because you train together? Because you hang out? Because you travel the road together? Because you share the same dream? So like every other team? Gotcha.

Let me make myself perfectly clear, once again. You are only in this match because it's a Dynasty exclusive FPV and seeing as how you are the only team on Dynasty, you fill the slot by default. And also, without us, this match would've never been made possible, so again, the words you are looking for are “thank you.” You're welcome. Okay, I'm getting sick of talking to you. I have three or four more points to make, but it will be under rapid fire. Start the clock and go. You called us noobs. It really hurt my feelings. It was almost as bad as when Nobi called me a dummy. You owe me an apology as far as I'm concerned. Point number two, your metaphors and analogies suck. First you compare jousting to wrestling. Then you talk about the famous small fish in a big pond. Then to top it off, you say you'll climb the mountain of success and take these titles from us. Paraphrasing a little bit, but you get it. Bad news for you, that top of the mountain? It's occupied. It has The High Rollerz flag waving in the wind for all to see. It's too tall to replace the actual flag and the frozen ground makes the pole impossible to move. Even King Arthur would fail. Yet, even with all of that, you think we use too many cliches? Pot meet kettle. Second to last, you said I would struggle in singles competition. Weird because I am undefeated when it's just me out there. So why not pursue a singles career, David? Simple, because I'm right at home with this here Tag Team Championship. So long story short I've already won my world title. But what about you Kelly? Oh yeah, you lost to TLA not too long ago. We already knew you're a failure when it's all on you…you probably don't understand because I didn't make an analogy. So like, when it comes to sink or swim moments, you sink. Actually you know what? Please go ahead and tell me what your EAW record is and we can compare. Lastly, your catchphrases? Why? “Holy Schmidt!” “There ain't no Schmidt that's gonna make us quit.” Once again, for a third time I believe, you have amazed me. How someone can actually say those two lines with a straight face and not feel embarrassed from saying it…is beyond me. Just remarkable. Keep up the good work, Kelly. It's always a pleasure ~~pointing out your mistakes~~ talking to you.

Okay and then there is Finnegan. I can see why you have decided to team up with Kelly. Because you too are susceptible to making blatant mistakes. For example, you called Reckless Wiring a pay-per-view, when it's a free-per-view. I mean, it says so on the damn poster. I'm just surprised as all, since I thought submission artists were all about precision. But you know what, we’ll let that slide. I'm sure we can just edit that out. So let's get down to the nitty gritty. You claim that The Knights of the Dawning is the talk of the locker room! Yeah? I think not. Nobody talks about you, at least not on Showdown. I can't speak for Dynasty, since I usually choose not to tune in. I'll just watch a quick YouTube clip on an opponent I know I'll be facing, like you guys. Speaking of which, this week of trash talk and even the match itself..it's not personal to us. You might think otherwise, but it's the truth. We are pretty much forced to care about what you do and think because it's a title match. We are supposed to hype it up and that's what we are doing. But once the bell rings and fly back to whatever city Showdown is in for that week, we are moving onto the next one, while you two have to come to terms with not only letting each other down…but the fans and the entire Dynasty locker room as well. Gonna be mad awkward, huh? I for sure am glad I don't have to deal with the silent treatment and the stares that shoot daggers. Next, I recall you calling our videos, comedy skits. I could tell you that they aren't, that we were only trying to dip out toes in your world, but you know what? Our videos can be whatever you want them to be. That's the beauty of art, Finnegan. Interpret it as you wish.

Guess what guys? I get to talk about glass tables again! YAAAAAAY! Oh boy, I'm having such a blast with always repeating myself because for whatever reason, my opponents fail to understand…just about anything. So let's get to the point, you'd rather not be thrown into a glass tables match because you don't wanna get injured, or let alone your partner. Man oh man, did you luck out then, since this is Elite Answers Wrestling and not Extreme Answerz Wrestling because if it was still era, then I highly doubt you would've made it with that constant worrying. I on other hand do not worry for my partner because I trust his skill. Now, before you try to twist my words and make it seem as if I was implying you think Kelly is the weaker of you two, then…actually nah, you thought right. The fact is if it's glass tables, either you or Kelly are getting glass shards in your gut or back...you see where I'm going with this. I don't have to name all of the body parts. But yeah, instead let's have a clean and wholesome match, where at the end we smile and shake each other’s hands and take turns raising each other’s wrists in the air and hell, get on a mic and sing our praises! What? That could happen since I know how much you like living in this fantasy world!

Next let's talk about something we’ll never agree on. So just about everything. But to be more specific, the state of the tag team division. Kicking the same ol’ tires I see. So your whole position on this topic is we are hurting the tag team division. Almost as if it's our fault, by the way we act. But sadly for you Finnegan, your statement has no legs. You see the tag team division has been a mess for a long ass time. You want proof? I hope you shook your head yes because I always come prepared. Let's create a time machine, Finn. Let's go back to The Mighty Don't Kneel and when they were forced to vacate these same titles. I forget the exact reason, but I think O’Hara injured his partner, Xavier? But as a result, management decided to make a mighty attempt at restoring the division by creating The Grand Prix Tourney. From there, random paired teams were created because they see free championships. That tournament had some great talent, ranging from hall of famer, Heart Break Gal to the current Answers World Champion, Lannister. As we all know, in the end Matt Squared won by winning four matches in a row, I believe it was, or somewhere around there. Now tell me Finnegan, were they uninspiring? Were they pricks? They must have been right? Because as soon as they placed those titles on their shoulders, all of those teams that were in the tournament didn't step up to the plate and challenge them. Instead they crawled back in their holes. Except for us. My point is this Finn…we don't shoulder the burden that is this weak division. We are champions. We are fighting champions at that, waiting for any challenge thrown our way. It is not our fault that most elitists are too egotistical to share the glory. So let's say in your fantasy world that you win these titles...you don't change anything. Instead you make it ten times worse, but of course I'm being biased, so I'll retract that statement. What are you going to do Finn? Go to every elitist’s and vixen’s door and extend a challenge? See, Jack and I aren't going to do it. When you are a challenger that is interested in a specific championship, it is up to them to show how badly they want it. And to add to your theory, if we are “pricks” like you say, wouldn't that motivate more people to come and try to kick our ass and dethrone us? If you can't comprehend this, then I don't know what to tell you. I guess you're out of luck…which is only fitting. Ta ta.

(David goes to grab his drink from the interviewer and takes a sip.)

David: Great, it's cold! Way to go interviewer!

Interviewer: But—

David: So disappointed.

(The interviewer gets all sad as the camera fades to black.)

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 7:40 pm by **Empress Madison**

Empire Promo

“It's not that I don't feel the pain, it's just I'm not afraid of hurting anymore” – Paramore

She thinks she got one over on me, because she eliminated me in the Grand Rampage match, congratulations Sophia! You eliminated me, but guess what you still didn’t win, and you know what else? You eliminating me still doesn’t, hide the fact that I took you out of action for months, I made you question if you would even wrestle again, the emotional pain you must have been going through, oh I how don’t feel bad for you though. You see Sophia, everybody forgot you even existed after the first week you were gone, you don’t matter here in EAW, and in fact you don’t matter in this world. When Sin Nombre appeared everybody was excited, everybody was curious to see who this mysterious masked woman was who attacked me from behind like a coward, everyone wanted me to kick her ass. Sin Nombre vs Madison Kaline, that is the match everybody wanted to see. Then you took off the mask and revealed that it was none other than you, Sophia Rose! And then guess what? Sure people were excited, for 10 minutes and then they stopped caring because well hey; it’s just Sophia Rose after all. I mean what the hell have you ever done in your career, hell in your life? Oh that’s right nothing absolutely nothing, your greatest accomplishment is eliminating me in the Grand Rampage match which you didn’t win, how pathetic, you are pathetic and on this week’s edition of Empire you can dress up as Sin Nombre, Sophia Rose, hell you can even dress up like wonder woman this week, fact of the matter is it doesn’t matter who you are, or who you dress up as, whenever you step foot in that ring with me, it’s game time, the party is over, and it’s is time for me to send you back to irrelevance where you belong.

This is no ordinary match though, oh no Sophia, this match will be inside a steel cage, and I mean have you ever competed in such a grueling match before? No the answer is no and that is because this is first big one on one match ever, like in your life, and me, well I have competed in ladder matches, hardcore matches and of course a first death match, which I won might I add (Madison smirks). Just face it Sophia, when it comes to wrestling, I am and will always be better than you. You want to sit there and tell me what I see in the mirror, oh girl please, shut the fuck up and listen to me. When I look in the mirror I see the greatest female wrestler in this company, no in this world today, I see a former Vixens Champion and a beautiful woman. You are the one who has identity issues and clearly you look at yourself as a failure why else would you dress up in a mask for a few months and pretend to be Sin Nombre, why not just returned as Sophia Rose, oh that’s right because like I said earlier nobody cares about you and you know that. I can’t just tell you were neglected as a child because of this attention you seek as an adult. I can just tell you had no friends because you try so hard to be friends with everyone backstage, and you get rejected every time and lastly I can tell you have never had sex in your entire life because you are so obviously sexually frustrated. You have the absolute worst poker face I have ever seen Sophia. Your face screams fear on it, not just because you are stepping into a steel cage with the Mistress of Death, but because after our match is over, you fear what you know is going to happen, and that is what happens to your career, while I go on and resume my future hall of fame career, you fall back into obscurity with the other bottom feeders in EAW. Oh my god the things that I am going to do to you in that steel cage Sophia, it’s going to be gruesome and just remember you have nobody to blame but yourself this time, the first time I put you out of action that was on me, lessons had to be learned, but this time, well you asked for it this time. You could have just known your roll, accepted your ass beating and moved on, but no you decided to be a white knight and fight to defend your name. Bitch please you obviously have no idea who the hell I am, and what I do to people like you, and this Friday on Empire you will find out again what I am capable over.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 7:38 pm by **Jacob Senn**

Well done, Xavier. I can do nothing but to applaud your efforts here! It takes a lot of creativity and imagination to come up with the story that you’ve laid out before us because let’s be honest with ourselves, that’s all you’ve continued to tell us. I’ve said it once, and I will continue to repeat it as you do these tales of fiction, you’re deluded. Something has driven you mad in a sense that you have to spin a web of lies to protect that sheltered ego that you have, but what has done this to you? Who has done Xavier Williams so wrong to bring forth so much trauma onto his soul? Is it the jealousy and the envy of watching another man able to succeed against men that overstep your bounds as a performer? Is it the lust for the World Heavyweight Championship and the greed that has enveloped you to where you must have this championship at any and every cost? To be honest with you, I think it’s a mixture of both of these situations. I can see the emerald glow that resides within the windows of your soul, peering through the veil of your retina to display to me your true intentions into this match, and why you continue to preach these lies to the EAW populace like they’re your devout congregation! For instance, you continue to cast these aspersions towards my championship reign with these instances of resourcefulness and seizing an opportunity as if they defined my reign! You speak on this Elimination Chamber as if you were the sole reason for the retention of my championship reign, put you only took out one piece of the puzzle! You laid waste to Methuselah, but there was still five more men that I had to defend my championship against AND I TOOK OUT TWO OF THEM! The Heart Break Boy, which I would eventually turn another chance to be able to oust him from MY division, and the man that everyone has it in their heart to support in his journey to be the World Heavyweight Champion, Jamie O’Hara! That victory, the chance to be retain this championship in the Elimination Chamber, it didn’t come from the actions of your intervention! It was the hard work, the determination, the pure wrestling that outshone my opponents THAT YOU SAY MY REIGN HAS FELL FLAT ON! When I buried Jamie’s head into the canvas after waging a war with him for this trophy that lies on my shoulder for the time being, I outwrestled him on that very night no matter what people want to believe, INCLUDING YOU! I proved that when he’s placed up against me for this championship that I hit a home-run against him when it’s all said and done! However, that Elimination Chamber isn’t the only defense that you want to scrutinize by placing it under your thumb! No, you believe that my match at King of Elite was another match where there was no showcase of competition and talented wrestling, but just a chance of my resourcefulness to strike once again! Oh, heavens strike me down for taking advantage of the opportunity that stares me right in the face! An opportunity that even an experienced legend in my opponent was able to notice and take upon himself to treat me in kind with! That match didn’t end with a single bit of controversy because when it all came down to it, he was met with the same boot to drive him into the canvas that your recent rival was met with in turn! No controversy, no conspiracy to be made out of it, but it was two men that fought their hearts out for the right to be named the EAW World Heavyweight Champion and I was the one who could hold this championship high in the air while with him? The Heart Break Boy? He’s challenging for the same championship that you only brought one relevant match in your entire reign with it! Let me congratulate you once again, Xavier! Bravo on your brilliant work on being a painter with your words, manifesting this fantastical story of you facing this conniving villain that has no merit to his claim as champion! Hoorah to the man that has to end the reign of the false World Heavyweight Champion and devastate him with his own two hands, to show that a rightful champion that will be able to bring down his opponent with his own two hands, no questions asked! The man who had to earn his way into this match through the great hard work and determination that he preaches fighting to dethrone the man that represent cheap tricks to succeed!

Wouldn’t that be what you would have everyone to believe? However, that won’t be the story that shall be etched into history.

As much as your story would bring a flock to come a buy on a paperback and probably make you a Pulitzer Prize Winner, it’s certainly not the truth and won’t bring you an EAW World Heavyweight Championship. The truth is that you didn’t even win this opportunity without taking an opportunity caused from your own rival, Jamie O’Hara, that came real close to ruining those chances for you! The only thing that prevented him from doing that and allowing you to win the right to challenge me in the convincing fashion, it’s the fact that Lucian Black needed someone to prove that his methods as Head of Security are doing just fine. However, I don’t discredit your matches and call your validity in this match into question, I simply acknowledge the fact that your the one that has been deemed to challenge me. While you spend your times stressing on the trivialities of this business, I’m the one that has his full intention placed on walking into the Tokyo Dome with this EAW World Heavyweight Championship and remaining the champion when I walk out! I train myself for the battle that is ahead and when I hear the cries of ignorance and delusion, I have to turn my head around and correct you on your mistakes, because this entire situation is just that for you: a mistake. You made a massive mistake when you decided to return from that assault that Jamie O’Hara into the Elimination Chamber, a horrendous error when you took on Methuselah and left in victory, because all of those actions led you to the demise that will constantly play throughout your mind with that single question that we’ve spoken about throughout this week. Was it all worth it? For you won’t be rebuilding this place into some mastodon that fits into your fantasies, for this place is already a force to be reckoned with this championship on my shoulder and me standing at the helm of this ship, but you will be in steerage working and striving in hopes to make the same mistake that you’re making right now! I will be the one that continues to build upon the fantastic reign that I’ve amassed, the strength that Dynasty has gained as a brand since my coronation, and that shall be the story that shall be told to the world and remembered throughout history! These little jabs that you like to take with infantile insults, they won’t change that fact, for there’s a reason why this will not be the rise of Xavier Williams from the dark pool of irrelevancy. Ever since you were removed from this brand, erased in a similar fashion to your Irish pal, you were never missed. There was no sense of longing and sadness over the departure of Xavier Williams except from his own family and people that would simply nod their heads to everything he said to call themselves “friend”. No one desired a return from you, to see you enter this ring once again, but you did anyway and in a grand fashion like everyone would expect you to. You had your return, had your big match to return in a giant swing of moment, and what do you do? You come straight for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship instead of attempting to put the man that put you out of commission out of action in the same fashion, adding to the insult and humiliation he had to deal with in the King of Elite finals. Your fixation on this championship, the hunger that you have that needs to be sated and filled, it shall be the very poison that forces you into falling on your own sword. Instead of prevailing over the man that removed you from your position, you shall hunch over and be left broken by the man that you despise with every fiber of your being, disgusted at yourself for allowing him to hold the EAW World Heavyweight Championship. With that said, Xavier, there’s a saying in boxing for when the odds are heavily weighed against one of the people that stand against a phenomenal champion. A phrase that’s very fitting for this match that will happen at Reckless Wiring. It goes, “Every fighter as a puncher’s chance to walk out with their hand raised.”

Xavier, you have a puncher’s chance to be able to win the big belt that you’ve sought to attain since facing such humiliation, but with all I’ve seen… I think you’ve ran out of punches to throw.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 6:24 pm by **Sophia Rose**

I stand here without the Empire Cup, but thanks to my hand, Madison - neither do you. I'm not going to lie and say that I wasn't confident, because I was; I thought that it was only a matter of time before I threw whatever name stood in my way over the top rope until I was the last person standing. But, I didn't - I allowed myself to get caught up in excitement of it all and had my legs cut from under me by someone who never should have been close to the position she ended up. But, it is what it is; I can't sit back and dwell on the past when I have the one thing I've wanted more than anything standing right in front of me. This is the one thing that I wanted more than anything when I first walked back through the doors of the company; Madison Kaline on a silver platter without anyone to come to her rescue; but, I think it's safe to say that you want this just as badly as I do, don't you Madison. I know what I am to you, Madison. I'm a thorn in your side you're just dying to get rid of, but nothing you seem to do has worked. Four months I had to sit on the sidelines and wait to get back here, but that's only because you couldn't get the job done. The story of your career - doing all the hard work and never being able to cash in at the fullest. You left me breathing, Madison and that was enough to allow me to walk. That was enough to allow me the crawl. That was enough to get back. I said that the first time that I spoke - all of this falls onto your own shoulders. You brought every piece of what's going to happen on Empire on yourself. I could have headhunted Alexis, but let's be honest, she's nothing more than a puppet whose strings are constantly being pulled by the people she affiliates herself with. She's just too stupid to see that for herself. That's why she's forced to constantly watch those around her succeed why her career remains completely stagnant. You were the mastermind behind all of this, so you're the woman that's going to pay to dearest consequence. I don't walk into this match with the intention of just beating you Madison; I walk in with the intention of taking something away from you.

Do you know what I want to see when I look into your eyes after Empire, Madison? I want to see the eyes of a woman that's been broken by her own twisted mind. I want to see everything that you threw away in an attempt to grasp onto a miniscule amount of success hit you like a truck. I can't wait to see the realisation hit you. I can't wait to see every piece of heart and integrity that once made you one hell of a person begin to slip through the cracks of this breakable armour you surround yourself in. The Sanitorium aren't going to be able to stop it. You're not going to stop it. That's the best part. You're hopeless. You'll find yourself sitting back trying to find the answer to the mediocrity that is Madison Kaline - when you've known it all along. You can't tell me that you didn't see it coming from a mile away. You knew I was going to come back. You knew that I was going to come back with the intention of spilling your blood for the rest of the world to see - but, you still allowed it all to happen. That's the big question. Why? You're a woman that believes she has everything planned out, but had nothing to fall back on when I did walk back through the doors of the company. You were a deer caught in the headlights trying your hardest to miss the truck coming your way, but you still stand deadcenter in front of it. Some could call it brave. I call it stupidity. I have absolutely no sympathy for you. I have no sympathy for the things that you've lost. I have no sympathy for the person that you've allowed yourself to become. Tomorrow night all of this comes to ahead. Madison Kaline against Sophia Rose inside of a Steel Cage. Just know Madison, the woman that walks into that cage and back out are going to be completely different. But, everything that you're going to be forced to bear will never bother my conscience.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 6:07 pm by **Rhyse**

THE REVERSE THE KENNEDY CURSE | RECKLESS WIRING PROMO I

The scene fades in, and we are greeted with the lavish mansion that belongs to Atilano Castillos. The man himself can be found pacing the hallways, hands in his pant pockets, and a Cuban cigar in his mouth. He catches a glance at the camera, and immediately, he spins on his heels, facing towards it. A puff, with smoke escaping his mouth, and he removes the cigar as he begins to speak.

A loss to EAW’s supposed ‘God’ this early in my career...it was almost foreseeable. Yet, despite that fact, I still remain the King of Gold. When I faced Methuselah last Friday, something within me began to emerge, like a fire. This fire, I suppose, can perhaps be the driving factor into pushing me into the right direction. The path to El Dorado...yes, the New Breed Championship Hell’s Warpath match at Reckless Wiring.

I suppose I do have achip on my shoulder; coming so close to a title shot, then at the end, losing it from my grip. It’s a story I’ve become all too familiar with. But that doesn’t necessarily exclude me from even being voted a participant in the match. Nor will it be my only last chance at making it big. I’ve still got plenty of years to build my name in this industry. And, you see, you can only come so close until you grow tired of second place. You can only come so close until the losses finally start to get to your head. And at this point, the only thing on my mind is, ‘How can I, Atilano Castillos, finally prove my worth?’ The answer, though subtle, has always run through my mind.

Another drag of the cigar, and he continues.

Redemption. Of course, I lost my chance at the Interwire championship. I even failed to capture a victory against the God himself. And yet, I’m still standing. I’m still here, and I will continue to be persistent. In the course of one year, I’ve never changed. Upon entering EAW, my goal was to establish my life; to become a figure everyone in the world would one day some to recognise as a king. So I became ‘El Rey de Oros’. Once I realised I was capable of digging graves for careers that were supposedly held the power and the glory in the Hall of Fame, I became the ‘Slayer of Legends’. Now, after nights lying awake, stirring in self-doubt, I dare to ask myself, ‘Does Atilano Castillos deserve a chance at the New Breed title?’

I hold great pride in myself to say that, yes, I deserve this opportunity, just as I have deserved the multiple opportunities placed before all those months ago. It’s easy to fool the audience’s eyes; to say you deserve the New Breed title in order to prove yourself as a competitor worthy of praise. But you can never fool the heart, that is where I start separating myself from the rest of the other candidates up for vote. My destiny was written in pure gold. The rest of these talents? All tainted, with the false perception that they are, indeed, worthy of worth; worthy of praise.

When I look at the list of competitors eligible for this Hell’s Warpath match, two very familiar names jumped out at me. Two men who have felt the wrath de un rey verdadero. First, we have Anthony Leonhart. Anthony, I find it quite funny that you even dared to simulate a street fight in hopes of preparation for this match. With your recent luck, who’d even dare to vote you into a match for the New Breed title? You act and you try to glorify your career as if it really ever meant something, but when have you taken advantage of an opportunity? I’ve said it before, and I’ll continue to say it again: you wear a crown, but you’re no real king. Anthony, all this nonsensical street training ends now; it isn’t going to get you along any farther. For years, all I ever knew was the streets. That’s yet another advantage I have going into this match. You’re a fool for thinking a new maneuver and beating up a few thugs makes you worthy of a championship opportunity.

Second, Lucas Johnson. Now Lucas, it’s been awhile since we’ve faced each other on a more personal level, but just a mere two weeks back, the two of us were involved in the Interwire championship number one contender fatal four way. And if I’m walking into this FPV with a chip on my shoulder, Lucas, you must be walking into it with your entire world crashing down on you. For so long, you’ve been trying to capture the Interwire title, but face it: you never can, and never will, get the job done properly. There’s only two constants in your career, Lucas. One, you never cease to demand for things you simply just down deserve. Two, while I’ve continued to soar to new heights, you simply remained at the bottom. Three years in the making, and you’re still in the ‘rookie’ divisions, while I, El Rey De Oros have dragged the legends of this conglomerate to points they never thought they could reach. Doing the same to you will be no different, in fact, it’ll be too easy.

He approaches a window, pulling back the curtains to expose a nighttime view of the city of Los Angeles.

The streets. They raised me, and made me who I am today. Now, I own this city and everything in it. But why stop there, when the New Breed title is within my grasp?

Atliano, again, puts the cigar back into his mouth, as he continues to watch his beloved city of angels. The camera begins to zoom out, showing the luxurious interior of the dwelling once more. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 5:09 pm by **Cody Marshall**

[Cody Marshall stands in front of a large American flag, wearing a “CODY CAMPAIGN” T-Shirt with the New Breed Championship draped over his shoulder.]

Did any of you doubt me? I saw the polls, everyone expected Ryan Marx to retain the New Breed Championship. But just like Donald Trump came out of nowhere to win the Presidential election, I too shocked the world by beating Ryan Marx within an inch of his life. I raised that championship high and proud with the crowd behind me chanting “USA! USA! USA!”. Except for my kids being born, that was the greatest night in the history of my life. I could feel the electricity in the air, brother. After all those years of blood, sweat, and tears, I finally proved to the world that I’m the toughest SOB alive by dethroning the man that everyone thought was unbeatable! I am your New Breed Champion, and soon, I will be Showdown General Manager. I will bring justice to all, and Showdown will finally be free from Damien Murrow’s corrupt regime. The people have spoken, Murrow. Your time is up. No longer will you be able to make life a living hell for the great talent of Showdown. You’ve allied yourself with Lannister, a Nazi, a fucking Nazi! Do you sense the rise of Hitler? I most certainly do! And when Robbie V -- a man who has had years taken off his life by this business, who just a month before this match was confined to a damn wheelchair! -- is taken to the hospital, what do you do, Murrow? You stand there and laugh about it. You call this justice, Murrow? No? You’re damn right it ain’t! Fortunately, your American Made hero is right here to put a stop to these shenanigans. Just a few short weeks from now, y’all will see my name up in lights: Reverend Cody Marshall, New Breed Champion, Showdown General Manager, American Made. And I promise, I swear on the Holy Bible, I will do each and every one of you proud. I’m a real American, and like Honest Abe, I do not tell lies. Anybody who doubted me needs to face the music, because I have proven to all of you that I am who I say I am: the best in the world.

I have to say, though, I’m a little surprised myself at how well things have been going. I thank the Lord every day for my good fortune. If you had told me the day I made my debut in EAW, when I was just a big dude with, like, 3 moves, when I had to cheat to get a victory over Black Jesus -- a man who had never won a match in EAW -- and got booed out of the damn building afterwards... if you had told me that I would be in this position right now, I really wouldn’t ‘a believed you. But I didn’t give up. I kept working. And look at me now. New Breed Champion. Good things come to those who work hard: that’s the message I try to instill in my children, my congregation, and my fans. I am living proof, baby. But it seems that my fellow Elitists on Dynasty don’t really get that fact. My opponents in the Hell’s Warpath match are decided not based on their merit, but by a poll. Now I understand from a business perspective why you would do something like this. I ain’t telling you it’s wrong. In fact, I love the fact that you’re doing it this way. I am certainly a supporter of Democracy, unlike that Nazi Lannister. What I am telling you is that picking my opponents in this fashion, selecting from a poll of Dynasty’s worst, is great for me! I am almost guaranteed a victory now! “Wins one match” The Riddler? “Can’t win the big one” Ross Vegas? Fruity Frenchie Boy wannabe royalty “Can’t win any one, created a fake championship to compensate for his small dick” Leonhart? These guys are jokes. Easy pickin’s. They’d never be able to earn a title shot on their own! It’s gonna be smooth sailing for me, no doubt about it.

Smooth sailing, like the Allies’ victory in World War 2. Why that analogy, of all things? Well, Reckless Wiring is in Japan. Not exactly my favorite place in the world. I don’t expect the warm reception I’ve been getting in the good ‘ol US of A. But I won’t let that stop me. I’m gonna show y’all exactly what American Made means. And who knows, maybe by the end of the match, everyone’s gonna be lining up to fill out immigration paperwork. Remember: if you wanna come, you gotta come legally! There’s the word: legally… what’s interesting about this Hell’s Warpath match is that everything is legal. Steel chairs, the steps, pipes, nothing’s off limits. This is especially significant for me, because it’ll be my first hardcore match in EAW. You’d think that puts me at a disadvantage, right? Wrong! For some of these guys in the poll, it’ll be their second match, period, in EAW! Dynasty is supposed to be sending their best, but their roster’s so damn thin that this is all they can come up with! Half these guys are 5 foot something, a hundred something pounds. Most of ‘em love to brag about how “extreme” they are. But the truth is, they can’t match up to me, and they couldn’t draw a dime if they picked it up off the floor and traced it! Jacob Moore thinks he’s special. Yeah, maybe special needs. He’s gonna walk out of the Tokyo Dome with a replica New Breed Championship on his shoulder, bought from the concession stand! Oh it’s true. It’s damn true. There’s been no man on the roster that’s been able to beat Jacob Moore? I recall hearing the same things about Ryan Marx, and guess what? I beat his ass, and I’ll do the same to you, Moore, and every other unfortunate soul who they throw in my warpath! I’m gonna take y’all to hell and back, you Dynasty blowhards, and it will be painfully clear to each and every one of you why Showdown is the A-Show!

[Marshall throws up his hands and makes a very exaggerated facial expression in an act of mock surrender.]

Oh, what’s that, Moore? You’re a loose cannon? You’re such a hardcore badass and you strike fear into the hearts of even the most battle-hardened Navy SEAL? You got a PhD in Thuganomics with a minor in Kung Fu Karate Masta Studies? Great, nobody gives a shit. You may be able to get away with a lot on Dynasty, but step to me and I would cock this here fist, and I would make it rain in that bitch! You talk tough, but you ain’t tough. I’ve gone up against a lot of guys like you. You’re a “hardened badass” till you step in the ring with me, at which point you turn into a quivering mess choking back tears! I showed the world that Ryan Marx was a fraud, I’m about to do the same thing to you, pal. You say you’re gonna walk out of the Tokyo Dome with the New Breed Title? Please. You ain’t even gonna walk out of the arena! You’re leaving in a stretcher! Come Hell or high water. There is nothing you can do to stop me. I worked damn hard to win this New Breed Championship and I’ll be damned if I let it all go to waste! My reign of glory is just beginning, and you directionless dime-a-dozen Dynasty dickheads will be the first casualties. Oh it’s true. It’s damn true. You guys know better than anyone you’re EAW’s C-Team. Ain’t no way some Dynasty schlub is gonna take my title. That’d be like Japan beating America in a war. It’s fiction. It ain’t happening.

You better get used to this, because I’m gonna hold this title for a long damn time. There is nobody in this division that can touch me! And the fact of the matter is I ain’t just going to be New Breed Champion. I will continue to rise through the ranks until I get my hands on the Answers World Championship. Fuck Lannister! It’s my time now! I ain’t gonna stop until I reach the top of this business. I am most certainly not satisfied with second best! You think I can’t do it? Well nobody thought I could beat Ryan Marx and guess what? I fucking did! So you better get used to this. The smart money’s got their bet on Cody Marshall. I mean, who the fuck on Dynasty can step to me? El Ironico? I’ll kick his ass back to Mexico City! I’ll send Castillos with him for good measure. Mark Michaels? I’ll beat his ass and post the video on Instagram, and it’ll get more likes than all of his posts combined. And I don’t even have Instagram! That’s how much Mark Michaels sucks. Let me talk about Mark Michaels some more.

This guy comes out, heh, comes out swinging, cuts a huge promo on his competition, blasts everyone else on the poll… and doesn’t mention me, the fucking Champion. Wait a minute, I think he called me “Uncle Sam’s illegitimate bastard son” in one throwaway line at the end. This guy thinks he’s so fucking funny. Someone needs to tell Mark Michaels that we’re laughing at him, not with him. His jokes are so terrible! “I searched for epic fail and Google told me: did you mean Lucas Johnson”? Did a 5 year old write that joke? I’ve heard better jokes from my 5 year old! But the funniest joke of all is Mark Michaels himself. He’s so misguided, so wrapped up in his own bullshit that he’s developed some kind of tunnel vision. Let me tell you something, Mark. It don’t matter if you’re better than these dime-a-dozen Dynasty dipshits. To win this title, you gotta contend with me! Showdown’s best! And the fact that your bitch ass doesn’t even seem concerned with going up against the toughest SOB alive means that you got no fucking chance of winning. You underestimate me, just like Ryan Marx did. And we all know what happened there. Look at me now, Marx! Soak it in, pal! I’m the New Breed Champion, and you ain’t shit. And now you’ve joined up with Lannister, you guys are probably off jerking each other off in the locker room as we speak. Y’all know Mark Michaels is listening to this and licking his lips right now, I can assure you. “Instagram Icon”, gold rimmed Gucci aviators, what’s this guy’s deal? What’s he trying to do here? Is he hiding something -- his sexuality, maybe? Overcompensating for something else? I really don’t know. What I do know is that this dude is a joke, just like the rest of these dirty down-on-their-luck Dynasty dipshits. Just like Lucas Johnson.

Lucas Johnson looks like he’s perpetually taking a shit! That’s all I gotta say about that freak. Oh, one more thing, as the proud American Hero Steve Jobs once said. He can’t win the big one. He’s been chasing that Interwire Championship for how many months now? He’s threatened to walk out of Dynasty if he was not given a title shot, and he’s still fucked it up every time. What a loser. He’s everything that’s wrong with America. Hey Lucas, why don’t you immigrate to Japan permanently? Nobody here would miss you! Go back to your ancestor’s homeland and play your Nintendo Nagasaki 3DS Plus… wait, you ain’t Japanese? You’re from Samoa, you say? Your birth name was Joe? I don’t give two fucks. All that matters is that I’m gonna crush you at Reckless Wiring. You ain’t gonna know what hit you. The proverbial boot of America will crush you! And that boot belongs to me! You guys think you can hang with Mr. American Toughness? Wrong! So wrong! That goes for all of you. You are nothing but a joke. All of you bottom of the barrel Dynasty brethren.

Am I wrong? No! I mean, these guys are complete jokes! They’re making a mockery out of this company and this Championship. If this is the best New Breed talent Dynasty’s got, then I’m glad I ain’t on that pathetic excuse of a brand. Oh you heard me right! Dynasty’s the joke of EAW. Wanna hear it again? Showdown is the greatest brand in all of professional wrestling, and Dynasty ain’t shit compared to us! At Reckless Wiring, y’all dime-a-dozen down-on-your-luck dirty damn Dynasty dickheads are gonna see how we do it over on Showdown. High energy, baby! Thank you Showdown fans and God Bless America!

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 3:55 pm by **LVCIAN**

Reckless Wiring III: Survival of the Fittest

You just essentially affirmed that I can beat you, Jamie. What you said is unmitigated validation to what I know: that I have what it takes. You said you didn't have to push and shove, scratch and claw for anything like me, YOU said you never had to endure any pain like I have, that you didn't have to force yourself to become better because you always were "better" than every man and woman this company has to offer including myself. I had to push and shove, scratch and claw for EVERYTHING I ever had. The title shots, the championships, the big matches at major events such as Pain For Pride, Grand Rampage and Road To Redemption, and even the historic triumphs over some of the best this business has ever seen. I had to become better if I truly desired to make it one day. You see, I was never "better" than anybody. I had to revitalize myself as professional wrestler, modernize my repertoire. I had to acclimate to the new atmosphere within the land of elite if I wanted to be successful, all the greats had to as well. I've experienced mutations, I have evolved and I continue to evolve, I am constantly growing and developing. I've always said it's going to be an impossibility for me to reach my full potential. Because I don't have a "full potential", I have absolutely no boundaries or lengths. Regardless the greatness I exhibit inside the squared circle I ALWAYS surpass my previous performances. You're the same man you were when you made your presence felt in EAW for the first time. You have refused to evolve under the delusion that you are god's gift to planet Earth, you decided against adapting, you gave the middle finger to the instruments to surpass the level you were at, the level you are at and the level you'll always be at. You said "screw that, I don't need to get better!" You would rather continue to live in your apocryphal world, a refugee in a damn fantasy and neglect the strong prospect, no, the FACT that you're not as good as you think you are or simply not good enough anymore to tangle with the best. Meanwhile guys like Tiberius Jones take from you what you were so sure was rightfully yours, your former tag team partner surpasses you and Lucian Black denies you any form of advancement towards the World Heavyweight Championship. Maybe it isn't that you don't want to evolve. Maybe you're just not able to evolve. If that's the case, which it sure as hell seems to be, I suggest you go back to fighting worthless, garbage "professional" wrestlers in bingo halls. That's what your talent is best suited for if you can't evolve. Maybe in those second rate promotions you used to work for, if they're even around still you are the greatest and require no sort of improvement. But let's be real here, Jamie, this ain't the minor leagues this is EAW, son. You're going to perish, it is what you are destined for, your career will die by my hand. I'm not vowing to end you, maybe you will still be around after the smoke clears, after the dust settles, but I vow to end your career as a relevant elitist this weekend. I'll kill all your motivation, I will absolutely SLAUGHTER all determination to continue on just like I did with Scott Oasis, Jamie. See, you may have made me seem as vulnerable as nobody ever did before, but like I told you previously I EVOLVE. It's been weeks. I have gotten much better, this is the best I have ever been. You can't fathom how determined I am to shut you up, to prove everybody wrong once again! You have taken the world's attention, huh? Well, Jamie I am on a mission to take the world OVER. For the first time in years I can say the odds are on my side. They were stacked against me for so long but now they are stacked against YOU. I overcame them a million times, can you? Can someone unable to evolve, blinded by his ego, powerless to become better than his competition, overcome overwhelming odds? You think the empire I built was easily made? Jamie, I had roadblock after roadblock after roadblock imposed upon my path to prosperity. Every obstacle imaginable that could have been put in my way was put in my way. I was screwed out of Pain For Pride glory. Two years ago at Pain For Pride 8 I was this close to securing the Dynasty brand from extermination until Zack Crash sent his goons out there and effectuated my downfall and the demise of Dynasty as a brand. I couldn't take on two behemoths and a bunch of brats at the same time and I hate that I couldn't, but I did everything I could to protect Dynasty. I'm still blamed for not winning that match to this day. I still get judged for what happened that night even though I was the only one audacious enough in the Dynasty locker room to offer himself to battle for the brand's history and existence. Point is, Jamie, I have been screwed. That night you won Cash In The Vault and became World Champion not long thereafter. I had to deal with the disappointed faces of my peers, I had to deal with people pointing fingers at me, I had to deal with people calling me a loser for years. I've not just been screwed out of Pain For Pride glory, I have been screwed out of any glory at all. Right now the world can't understand how I am still going, how I am still standing. I'm a walking corpse to some, to the ones in higher position I am nothing but a ghost. But I assure you, Jamie, that whether I prevail over you or not I AM TAKING THEIR ATTENTION HOSTAGE. The road to Pain For Pride has already begun for me, Jamie. It started the moment I lost my title. Before the month ends you will see elitists from Showdown, Voltage and of course Dynasty performing at their highest level, making returns out of the blue to attempt gaining some momentum and win the Grand Rampage match. That's what sets me apart from them and from yourself, Jamie. I go hard week in and week out, even when my world is close to crumbling down I soldier on, I withstand all adversity or opposition on the horizon and I walk into that ring and absolutely KILL IT. I can't say I haven't been close to breaking down before, I have contemplated surrendering and ending this all and just walk away so many times before. But that isn't me and that wouldn't be smart at all, now would it? I've come way too far to give up. If Methuselah couldn't make me surrender, if Y2Impact couldn't either, if Jacob Senn miserably failed to end me YOU WON'T JAMIE. I didn't say I am back at the top. If I did that would be a blatant lie. Evidently, I am not the man anymore. Not in your eyes at least, not in their eyes. I know damn well what I can do in that ring, I know who I am, I know I am without the shadow of a doubt the man around here. With or without the title I consider myself to be the man. Nobody knows how good I am more than I do. I told you I've realized my true worth, my true value. Nothing you can say or do will kill my belief of what I KNOW is true. You're not immune to failure, you're not untouchable, you're not exempt from getting your ass kicked and I aim to prove that at Reckless Wiring, Jamie.

Six months into my career I was working my ass off like I always have, vying against the best, the worst and the ones in the middle, everyone EAW had to offer back then. Admittedly I wasn't accomplishing great things, I wasn't reaching milestones or becoming the protagonist of historic events. But I was proudly fighting against whoever they put in the ring with. I whooped some ass, I got my ass whooped. It wasn't until a year later that I won my first title. It took me a long time, but I am proud of myself. I'm proud of myself because I can say I earned the few accolades I have under my belt. i earned the right to call myself a champion. I know I haven't done much but I earned the little I have attained. I wasn't handed shit on a silver platter six months into my career or ever unlike you, Jamie. I KNOW the meaning of hard work, I understand the essence of hard work. Our careers in no way mirror each other. You've experienced more glory than I ever have whereas I have experienced utter failure on countless occasions. But Jamie... Every man or woman that made history experienced failure at one point. Failure is essential for eventual success. I built my empire upon the remnants of failure and I am rebuilding my empire upon the remnants of failure. It's funny how you talk like I was never screwed but you were many times in the past. We both got screwed I would say. I was screwed by other people who wanted to see me fail, who desired so passionately to witness my fall from grace. You screwed yourself, Jamie. You didn't make the most of the power you possessed, YOU DID not anybody else. You had it easy, you were Mr. CITV, you could have exploited that opportunity effortlessly, but you messed up. You've failed before. Maybe not as many times as I have, perhaps not as bad as I have but you still have. You really got no right to categorize my career as a failed one. You don't even have the right to label it a successful career because like I said before you are NO ONE. Scott Oasis was never in the same league as Xavier Williams I'll admit that. But at an event like Pain For Pride, with so much on the line, Scott Oasis gave it his all. The man was seemed as an unstoppable beast but I stopped him and I stopped him in record time. NOBODY in the history of EAW has won a World Championship in the decisively, ascendant manner that I did. The powers that be gave me a chance to EARN another chance. it wasn't a gift, it wasn't a reward. It was the same opportunity everyone else had in the Elimination Chamber match at Road To Redemption INCLUDING YOURSELF. And it was the same exact opportunity every participant in the King of Elite tournament from Showdown, Voltage and Dynasty once again including yourself had. You beat me, you ascended to the very top, you engaged in a war against Tiberius Jones and Drastik for the crown and what happened, Jamie? Tiberius Jones became king and made you look like his damn jester in front of the masses. You've received probably just as many opportunities as I have and you have wasted most of them. If I'm a choke artist you have to be a choke artist in the making or something. i earned this and I don't need to prove to you or to anybody that I have. I know I did and that is enough for me. I don't care what people call me, I don't care what or who they think I am. I know what I am, I know who I am and I think I made it very clear exactly what and who that is already. This IS surviving. Who do you assume helped me to get this far? Who exactly was I aided by? Nobody fed me, James. I fed myself, I got myself to this point. Through hard work and dedication. Two things that have no significance to you at all. I'm not desperate, my friend. It's quite apparent which one of us is desperate. You were anticipating an easy battle, I am giving you a war and you're just now realizing how wrong you were. Your desperation is BLATANTLY showing. You made many futile attempts at ending me because you knew damn well how much of a threat I am to your visions, you knew I would jeopardize your future in this company so you started plotting and initiating assaults against me. All out of desperation. Your desperation even shows in the words you speak, the lies you utter through your teeth, Jamie. I know what it's like to fight until your body gives up probably better than anybody, I know how it feels to lie motionless but conscious it is like a damn comma, I've been there before and I have watched what you have watched too and a whole lot more. I've watched friends and enemies alike steal from me, I have been screwed like a million times in worst ways that you have, I have been overlooked, marginalized and treated like trash. Maybe I can't see it through your eyes, but I have been dealing with FAR WORSE THAN YOU HAVE FOR ABOUT A DECADE, JAMIE. NOT A THIRTEEN MONTHS.... YEARS AND YEARS OF MY CAREER THAT SEEM LIKE CENTURIES. I HAVE BEEN AT WAR WITH THE WHOLE WORLD SINCE THE FIRST DAY I SIGNED A CONTRACT TO BE AN ELITIST. I'VE WITNESSED PEOPLE TRY TO DESTROY MY LEGACY, DEMORALIZE MY NAME, OVERLOOK EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FOR THIS PLACE. DO YOU SEE ME BITCHING ABOUT IT LIKE YOU ARE???? NO, YOU DON'T BECAUSE I NEVER ONCE BITCHED ABOUT THE POWERFUL ADVERSITY I WAS TASKED WITH OVERCOMING. DID I FEEL FRUSTRATION? DAMN RIGHT I DID, I A HUMAN AFTER ALL. BUT I DIDN'T LOOK TO THE SKIES AND ASKED "WHY?" I SCREAMED FROM THE TOP OF MY LUNGS " IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" You just numbered nearly every predicament i have been in, nearly every battle and every war I fought. Tell me, do you still think what you've been through is worse than what I was forced to go through?

This is faith without a doubt. I have faith in myself, Jamie. You can call it blind delusions. You can say and refute my claim to the throne of Dynasty, you can say I have no right to be the emperor of this brand, you can say I have no jungle or a kingdom to watch upon. But you can't DO a damn thing. You don't possess the prowess to bring about the conclusion of my story. You still don't get it, do you? What makes you think I care what people's thoughts are? Most of the people who theorize my reign was purely "charity" have never even reigned before. A great majority of this legion of Lucian Black haters are losers who never were anything in this place and never will be or washed up, overrated "icons". I never said I had faith before, did I? I didn't believe in myself, I didn't consider myself good enough to even headline Pain For Pride after I got my ass thrown over the top rope by Y2Impact at Grand Rampage. I do now because I realized that how good I truly am. They made me believe I wasn't good enough but the fact of the matter is I am better than anyone who ever doubted my skills and capability. Now tell me, Jamie... Who said I was desperate? I'm not desperate. I don't give enough fucks to feel desperate. Why would I feel that way when you've shown me fear? When you've shown me you can't become better than the man you were years ago when you failed to cash in the CITV briefcase successfully. I'm eager to see how far you really are willing to go to defeat me. I don't know why you would even put so much effort into this if you think I am such an easy target to establish dominance over and utterly destroy. Maybe I am not as weak as you claim I am, maybe I am a bigger threat to you than you make me out to be. You're too pussy to even speak with honesty. It's evident you feel threatened, deep down within you truly do yet you insist on hiding your true feelings. Everyone is noticing it, not just me. You're confirming what I said before man. You're a bitch, you are a coward, you lack the testicular fortitude to tell it how it is, to speak the truth and be real to these people. I get you're trying to protect your image and all but you're just really damaging it more. I haven't had to say anything to expose your true colors. You've done that on your own! When you attacked me for no reason months ago, when you tried to end my career weeks ago and with all the ludicrous bullcrap that's coming out of your mouth. Have you stopped and thought about why I got in your way? I made it painfully obvious in my previous statement. I destroyed you verbally with the most truthful words I could have spoken. You seem to have conveniently forgotten why this match is even happening so allow me to refresh your memory. Months ago after I lost my title you assaulted me. I was in a vulnerable state. You weren't man enough to face me at 100%, in the opposite state of vulnerable. I tried to walk away, I tried to be patient with you. Then weeks ago you tried to end my career. Obviously because I pose a threat to the champion and I could be World Champion before you again. You kept getting in my way so I got in your way to stop you once and for all.

It's like you developed an obsession over me. You frequently attempted against me despicable things for motives that I still quite frankly don't get, you said things that only someone with an obsession would say. You'll probably refute this and say that your only obsession is with the title, but if that was the case I don't think you would have tried to take me out of the equation so many times, hell, you would have gone straight after Jacob Senn. You really do view me as a substantial and imminent menace to you and everything you aim to attain here. I wasn't entirely sure at first, but after all the words you've said and all the things you did to me it couldn't be any clearer. This is your chance, Jamie. I have something to prove. Contrary to what you think you have something to prove as well. This is the perfect opportunity for you to put me on the shelf and end me for good and manifest to the world you didn't attack me months ago because I'm a threat to you and it would have been easier for you to get rid of me while I was susceptible to adverse attacks. You have the chance to show everyone you're not the coward I say you are, the coward you have PROVEN yourself to be. We've mentioned names, events that transpired many moons ago, but the fact of the matter is this is about us and us solely, Jamie. This is about the present and a war for the future. I'm sick and tired of being disrespect by brats like you. I've allowed it long enough. I should be respected as a legend because I have fought and battled like one! You need to be out in your place, Jamie. You're no king either, you're no emperor and you have no kingdom. If I am wrong, if there is a kingdom Jamie O'Hara rules over somewhere I promise you I will unleash hell upon it. The same hell I have been going through for nearly a decade. You will feel misery, Jamie, your heart filled with grief. You will be tormented day and night by the memory of me standing over your lifeless body with my arm raised. You want to be the victim? Do you really want to be the victim so badly, Jamie? Well, you will be the victim. MY victim. The only thing you are undoubtedly deserving of right now is an ass whooping. I'm a barbarian, Jamie. There is a side of me people don't see often, at Reckless Wiring? I'll make sure you you see it, I will make sure the World Heavyweight Champion sees it and everyone gunning for that belt too. I'm taking down all adverse forces, everyone with ill intentions towards me will get eliminated without hesitation. The days when everybody disrespected and ridiculed me without a care, without consequences are long fucking gone. You want to be Dynasty's monarch, Jamie? I NEED to be Dynasty's monarch. If I kill myself in the process of obtaining that belt so be it. I'll be champion once again even if it means I die as the champion.

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE...

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 2:48 pm by **Drake Jaeger**

闆 A loud sigh is heard before the sound of knocking on a door. The camera opens up to the scene of a hotel room door somewhere in Tokyo, Japan as Max A. Million stands in front of it, already looking uncomfortable. Max looks at the Cameraman. 闆

Max: Seriously, why me? Why is it always me? Is he specifically asking for me? No way would they always just force me to come out here if he wasn’t specifically naming me to do this.

闆 The Cameraman shrugs from behind the camera as Max looks back at the door, knocking once more. The hotel room door swings open before Max’s hand can touch it, revealing a paranoid Drake Jaeger, dressed in his usual dark boots, dark tights, and dark jacket. 闆

Drake: Were you followed?

Max: What? No… I mean, by the Cameraman, yeah, but--

闆 Drake pulls Max into the room as the Cameraman follows behind. The room is filled with discarded food wrappers and various soda and beer cans. Drake completely locks up the door after closing it behind them. 闆

Max: Did he just lock us in?

闆 Drake turns to Max with a relieved sigh as he smiles; eccentrically holding up his hands. 闆

Drake: I’ve got big news. Big, big news.

Max: Uh… Well, that’s great, Drake, but I really just came here to get a quick word on your thoughts on your match with Methuselah this Sa--

闆 Drake puts an index finger to Max’s lips. 闆

Drake: Shhh…. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Maxxy. I’ve got a plan. I’ve got THE plan. The absolutely PERFECT counter to Methuselah. Cause ya know, for, well, this ENTIRE time since he became the number one contender for my Title, what have I been hearing? “Oh Drake, your luck has finally ran out!”, “Finally someone to shut Drake up!”, “Methuselah is going to destroy Drake!”. All over the fucking place - that’s all they ever say. If I’m being honest, it’s kinda ridiculous, right? He’s like, what, 67 years old by now? He’s got more hair on his face than he does on his head by this point. I can’t go to the grocery store without someone hounding me about what I’m gonna do up against the “great” Methuselah. I can’t buy clothes without someone hovering over me, bombarding me with the same tired fucking questions about Methuselah. I can’t take a shit without the guy in the stall next to me asking if I think I’ve got a chance at Reckless Wiring! It’s ridiculous! So you know what? I’ve got it figured out, Max. Oh yeah, I’ve got it. Something no man who’s ever stepped up to Methuselah has ever done too.

闆 An excited Drake Jaeger jumps up and down as a confused Max looks on. 闆

Max: … Okay, what?

闆 Drake claps his hands together. 闆

Drake: Methuselah.

Max: …. I don’t think I understand.

Drake: I’m gonna get my own Methuselah!

Max: Huh?

Drake: Oh Max… Stupid, ignorant, pathetic Max. You just don’t get it, do you? What is Methuselah? Is it some super scary alternate persona that dwelled within Mr. DEDEDE? Fuck no. It’s just imaginary armor, but you know what? It’s EFFECTIVE. Hands down, it’s effective. He grows a shitty, pubey beard and changes his name and suddenly he’s hot shit. He goes around pretending he’s crazy, but you know what’s REALLY crazy? The fact that like, EVERYONE just goes with it! Seriously! They go with this stupid shit! They actually entertain the notion that he’s something more than just the flabby piece of shit he was before as DEDEDE! It’s like I’m taking crazy pills or something. Everyone in this company just shrugs it off and goes with it that this man is now Methuselah, and that’s that. They actually feed into this fuckin joke of his and they let it end up getting in their heads. How? HOW? I grew up thinking psychological warfare was something you had to master, but this? This is fucking Halloween. This is an old, tired-ass man putting on a mask to scare people, and these people are genuinely willing to give them all the candy he so desires. Well you know what? Someone’s gotta be that guy, Max. Someone’s gotta be the one to stick a razor blade in an apple and give it to him. Someone’s gotta poison that candy, and I’m just the man for the job. So I’m going to go far beyond what anyone else ever has… I’m going to create my own super ultimate final form persona.

闆 Max looks at the Cameraman with a skeptical expression before looking back at Drake. 闆

Max: Uh huh… And… How do you intend to do that?

闆 Drake’s grin grows even wider. 闆

Drake: I thought you’d never ask.

闆 Drake picks up a bottle from a nearby table and hands it to Max, who then reads it. 闆

Max: … “Fast-acting hair growth”? What is this?

Drake: Max, that right there… Is the key to my transformation. If you thought I was “The Final Boss” as I am now, just WAIT! It’s time for “The FINAL Final Boss”!

闆 The camera cuts to Drake rubbing his entire lower face with the hair-growth cream, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror while a disgusted Max looks on from just outside the door frame. 闆

Drake: Ohhhh, Max! I can feel it! I’m feeling tingly all over! I think it’s working!

闆 Max shakes his head, looking at the Cameraman with a frown on his face. 闆

Drake: AGGHHH! I FEEL IT OVERPOWERING ME! BACK AWAY FROM THE DOOR, MAX, I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU! WHO KNOWS WHAT’LL HAPPEN!

闆 Max backs away from the door, walking over to the Cameraman. 闆

Max: Should we just… Leave?

闆 Drake goes silent in the bathroom for several seconds. 闆

Max: … Drake? You still there?..... Whelp, I guess we’d better get go--

Drake: HAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S COMPLETE! I’VE DONE IT! MAX!

闆 Drake stumbles out of the bathroom with a fake beard on. 闆

Drake: I’ve done it! Look at this glorious beard! Look at it! I’ve reached my final form! I’m firing on all cylinders now! I can feel the awesomeness flowing through my body, Max! I can finally match up to the great Methuselah!

Max: Drake…

Drake: No! Not Drake! I’ve transcended Drake Jaeger! I’ve become another person entirely! I need a name for this… I’ve become… EDGELORD! YES! EDGELORD! Me thinks Edgelord has risen!

Max: Are you trying to talk like Methuselah?

Edgelord: What? No! Of course not! I’m talking like Edgelord! That’s how I talk! I’m quirky! I’ve become a neckbeard, and therefore I must talk like one! Ohhh, I can feel the power surging through me! Methuselah stands no chance against me now! How could he have ever anticipated a move like this?! It’s the perfect counter! And look! My beard is even more rugged than his! If anything, I’ve become even MORE powerful than him! How can he possibly compete with this, Max? He has no time to grow his beard any bigger before Reckless Wiring is upon us! What light through yonder window breaks!

Max: … Right… Well, I can see you’re really busy right now, so I should probably--

闆 Max attempts to leave, only to be stopped by Edgelord. 闆

Edgelord: No, no, no… I need you here, Max. I need you to witness the birth of Edgelord. This is going to be the story you tell your children, or at least it would be if you ever got laid in order to have children. Edgelord’s rise to the top has only JUST begun… You think this is enough, Max? You think I’m just gonna stop HERE? Of course not! Hahaha! This is only the starting point! I aim to prove that I am everything Methuselah is and more! My brain going crazy right now just thinking of the possibilities! So many Spears! So many insane, crazy moves that only I can pull off! I’m gonna no-sell the shit out of everyone’s offense! I feel it, Max!

闆 The camera cuts to Edgelord sitting at a desk in his hotel room, dialing a number on his smart phone. 闆

Edgelord: I’m calling up Impact right now.

闆 After the phone rings a few times, it goes straight to voice mail. Edgelord hangs up. 闆

Edgelord: Probably just a mistake, I’m sure he just forgot it’s my number calling.

闆 Edgelord dials again, only for it to go directly to voicemail this time. 闆

Edgelord: I’m sure his phone just went dead. I’ll leave a message for him…. Hey, Impppyyyy! Impact! Impact! Impact! A Imp Named Slickback! Karlisle himself! It’s your boy, Drizzy Drake Jaeger! Name’s Edgelord now. I’m doing a whole thing. Look, I’m gonna get right down to it, Imp… I want a match. No fucking around or anything, I want a match between you and I. One on one. Pain For Pride. You remember your match with Methuselah, right? “Match of the Universe”? Well guess what, I want to TOP that! That’s right! I spent a good 10 or 15 minutes Googling to figure out what’s bigger than a Universe, so how about this: Y2Impact versus Edgelord: MATCH OF THE MULTIVERSE! Boom! Just like that, we go beyond just one Universe! Every single one is our’s! I’ve even heard you calling that match between you and Meth SIX Stars, so I’m sure you’re a bit concerned we’d be able to top it… Well how’s this sound, Imp: EIGHT STARS! That’s right! Fuck seven! We’re going for eight! We’re boldly going where no man has gone before! You can have as many stars as you want! Nine! Ten! Hell, make it a thousand! We’ve got a Multiverse! Plenty of stars to pick from! The sky’s the limit! Is this still recording?

闆 The camera cuts to Edgelord waiting as his phone rings on speaker once more. 闆

Edgelord: I’m contacting HRDO as we speak.

闆 The phone goes to voicemail as Edgelord sighs and rolls his eyes. 闆

Edgelord: Fuck it, I’ll leave a message here too. Hey, HRDO! Guess who it is! Seriously, guess… Well, you’re fuckin wrong. It’s NOT Drake Jaeger. It’s Edgelord now. Now there’s plenty of things I could ask from you here. There’s tons of shit you owe me by now when I was still Drake, but you know what? I’m willing to let it all go. I’m willing to throw all of our past squabbles out the window as long as I get ONE thing. See, I’ve transcended into my own super ultimate persona in order to defeat Methuselah, and now I feel it’s only right that I get the same… Well, perks that Methuselah has gotten. I’m gonna get down to brass tacks: HRDO, I want a God Contract. That’s right, I want to be allowed to compete on any brand I so desire. I want to win any World Championship I feel like wrestling for, and I want there to be absolutely nothing anyone can do about it. Sound good to you? I mean, it’s entirely fair, is it not? I could do a whole Hell of a lot more than Methuselah ever could. By this time next year, I’ll be the reigning EAW Answers World Heavyweight Champion, I promise you that. I won’t let ya down, Boss! Love you.

闆 The camera cuts to Edgelord looking bored as his phone rings once more. A woman picks up. 闆

Woman: Hello?

Edgelord: Yes, have you ever heard of the wrestler Methuselah?

Woman: Huh? Uhm, I think so. I’m not sure.

Edgelord: Well if you don’t recall, he has a theme: “Monster” by Kanye West and a bunch of other black people. I racked my brain for a long time thinking about how I could counter that, so that’s what brought me here. Is this Taylor Swift that I’m speaking to right now?

Woman: No, I’m afraid not. I’m her agent.

闆 Edgelord nods. 闆

Edgelord: I see, well please tell Taylor that I would love to work with her on an appropriate theme for me to use in order to combat Methuselah. I was thinking of something like a metal version of “Shake It Off”, if that’s possible. And if she needs any convincing, just remind her that Methuselah’s theme is by Kanye. The song “Bad Blood” was about him, was it not?

Taylor Swift’s Agent: Uhm, I don’t think this works like that, sir. I can try to set up some kind of a meeting though. What’s your name?

Edgelord: Edgelord.

Taylor Swift’s Agent: What’s that?

Edgelord: Edgelord. My name is Edgelord. Does that intimidate you?

闆 Taylor Swift’s Agent promptly hangs up as Edgelord stares at the phone. 闆

Edgelord: … Coward. Well, we’ve made some real progress today. There’s just one more thing we need to cover.

闆 The camera cuts to a gym with a ring set up as Max looking on while Edgelord climbs to the top turnbuckle, standing over a dummy laying in the center of the ring. 闆

Max: Are you sure about this?

Edgelord: Max… I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I came here to WIN. How can I win if I can’t beat Methuselah in every way possible? Methuselah is famous for insane, death-defying maneuvers. His retarded “Wings of Hell” thing is repeated by millions of kids all over the World every day! They eat that shit up! There’s t-shirts with the name of a fucking move on it! I’ve got to beat it.

Max: How?

闆 Edgelord pops his neck. 闆

Edgelord: I’m gonna do it… A Triple Moonsault. It’s time.

Max: Drake, I really don’t think--

Edgelord: EDGELORD!

Max: Edgelord, I really don’t--

Edgelord: Shut up! Stop distracting me! I need total focus and concentration to pull this off.

闆 Edgelord takes several moments preparing himself on the top turnbuckle, seemingly praying. 闆

Edgelord: Nazir, nazir, nazir… Nanu, nanu, shazbot. Alright, I’m ready! HERE I GO!

闆 The camera cuts to a black man dressed as Edgelord/Drake Jaeger performing a Triple Moonsault onto the dummy in the middle of the ring. The camera cuts back to Edgelord himself on top of the dummy as he excitedly gets back to his feet. 闆

Edgelord: I DID IT! I MASTERED IT! METHUSELAH STANDS NO CHANCE AGAINST ME! GET OVER HERE, MAX!

闆 The same black man rushes up to Edgelord, dressed as Max A. Million, with a microphone in hand. 闆

Fake Max: Wow, Edgelord! What an incredible feat! You’ve surpassed Methuselah in every way possible today! How do you feel?

Edgelord: I feel amazing, Max! It’s incredible! The strength and edginess coursing through my veins! I can take on the World right now! Methuselah is JUST the beginning! He’s only just the start of my conquest! You think being the InterWire Champion is enough for me now? Hell no! I’m going above and beyond all of that! My lust for gold knows no bounds! I’m taking over Tokyo this Saturday, but I won’t stop there! I’m taking Kyoto! I’m taking Osaka! I’m taking Japan! China! France! I’ll stay away from Iraq and the other shit in the Middle East, but I’m taking Russia! I’m taking Africa! Australia! The United States! THE WORLD! THERE’S NO LIMITS ANYMORE! I’VE BECOME A GOD, MAX! A GOD! HAHAHA!

Fake Max: There you have it, folks! Edgelord has risen amongst the ashes of Drake Jaeger, and he will no doubt be prepared for Methuselah this Saturday at Reckless Wiring! This has been Max A. Million, thank you for joining me!

Edgelord: And don’t vote for the Steel Cage, you fucking idiots--

闆 The camera cuts to black. 闆

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 2:18 pm by **Sheri-dun**

Development Promo 01

'' I just cannot fathom the resolution to drag me from Voltage and place me on an established brand such as Dynasty. I really cannot comprehend what benefits this brings to my motivation, Voltage's shocking competitors, see Elijah in the main event despite not showing up against me on two separate occasions, or entertainment conditions in American wrestling as a whole. I can bring my hands to applause TLA, he reminds me somewhat of Cailin Dillon. Irregardless of how utterly devastating to the industry your motivations are, how illogical your morals may be, the evident passion for wrestling, however misguided and directed in the wrong place it is, was established. Although sympathising with this spectacle supported and prioritised by Elite Answers Wrestling management, notwithstanding how sick to the stomach such an act makes me, talent and skill were personified on Friday night, so for that I can shrug my shoulders in his direction, knowing that despite touching defeat, German Efficiency was validated, my superior athleticism and wrestling credibility was demonstrated, and across the four brands, he and I, as he put it so delicately, stole the fucking show. Pressing on from this point, it seems awfully illogical that an individual I have bested twice is the main event of Voltage, whilst Reckless Wiring will persist without German Efficiency. Considering how inefficient management is, it's not necessarily a surprise, though my lips pout at the thought, almost as if my transition from the yellow brand had little to no substance. My superior lifestyle thrives in dire conditions, such has been evidenced time and time again. I left Voltage undefeated, I established an entire brand, and a new championship, for the female athletes of this company in one year, when the so called legends of the division could not accomplish such in eight. That is the definition of efficiency. Let's put this little claim into retrospect, I achieved in eleven months, alone, working without rest, my efficient body striving without failure, what the rest of the women in the present day, and in the eight years prior, reaching back to the very foundations of this promotion, could not do in ninety six months, as a combined unit. It's just somewhat amusing to me. The Vixens Cup, now known as the Empire Cup despite what Cleopatra would have you believe, was established, inaugurated, and accomplished by me. Women were the main event of an FPV because of me, Kendra Shamez attempted to derail German Efficiency at Pain For Pride Nine. She failed. The Empress Of Elite tournament was a roaring success because of me, Empire was established because of my lifestyle, and to culminate my accolades, the Women's World Championship was entrenched and acknowledged due to me. Yet despite all this, all these little accomplishments that others would hold so dear within their hearts, I don't need them to justify why I am the most efficient woman in the world. I personify and rationalise such a statement every week, when I am the only woman in this company taking on male competitors without a hint of hesitation, when I put out match of the night after match of the night, fight of the week above fight of the week, be it against Elijah Stewart or TLA. I elevate each individual I step into the ring with, raise them to a point of untouched, unrivalled efficiency. It's not just my callous, concentrated and collected driven expression which I carry betwixt the wrestling ropes either, it is the fact that upon this continent, there is not a better technical wrestler than I. Nobody is on my level in terms of fighting realistic, moving smart, and thinking ahead. I illustrated and engineered a path for an entire division, and I was in the process of doing just that on Voltage also. My point is, you would not waste Einstein's talents on a simple equation, oh no, you would apply and situate him with the more complicated, perplexing of problems. In my eyes, Voltage is just that. Intricate, unsheltered, weak and exposed, I could have been the individual to fix just that, a superior athlete with a superior lifestyle, my country survived two World Wars, practically the entire planet was solely focused on eradicating my nationality from the solar system. They failed, and today we're vastly ahead of America technology wise, as well as intelligence wise. Considering it now, German engineering took America to the moon, and German Efficiency is what will revolutionise Elite Answers Wrestling, eradicating this entertainment condition, this narrative spectacle, from a professional, athletic industry, which has been tainted, watered down, and infested with disease. I'm beginning to grow sick of being under appreciated. It's frustrating, how I am utilised ever so poorly, perhaps because I don't have the charisma, or the personality, or the ability to speak ever so eloquently with an American accent. Wrestling is an art form, a sport, however being on Dynasty, essentially left out of Reckless Wiring, it feels very little like an athletic competition, as if talent and prowess inside the ring matters very little. Discipline should be a priority in this industry, order should be a fundamental, yet we have to attempt and establish ourselves as athletes in such arbitrary, chaotic conditions. I just do not understand. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 1:00 pm by **The Heart Break Boy**

Well, Good Morning, Mr. Dubian. Welcome to the sanctuary as we pray and forgive God for what I’m about to do to you. Before we begin our services, I couldn’t help but listen to your uninspiring speech about your loyalty to this company. Whatever loyalty that is, stick a fork in it. The only loyalty that I see out of you now is the ability to always remain beneath your true talent. We all know what Devan Dubian is capable of accomplishing. We all know what Devan Dubian means to this business. And soon we all will remember what Devan once was. Courtesy of the Heart Break Boy, I will make sure that the lighters are drawn out for honor of Dubian’s former decorations. All those valuables and meaningful moments in his career all comes boiling down back to square one. Meanwhile, the Heart Break Boy embraces a more revolutionized energy towards the Hall of Fame Championship. I know it, and the entire world knows when the Heart Break Boy is wearing a gold of honor, NO ONE… AND I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO ONE! Will find it uncomplicated to claim. But Devan Dubian is just edges close to being knocked off that definition. Truth be told, I don’t care about Dubian’s career. It doesn’t matter what he does at this point. He can become president, own an entire city or marry Ellen DeGeneres. I can only look passed everything Devan Dubian has accomplished because none of it even rings a bell. The only thing that I can remember out of Dubian is how much resilience that was held early on in his career where he couldn’t stay focused then finally recollected himself to create a little spark, only to wind up with nothing more but just that. And now I’m sitting here supposed to believe that this man presence should be felt across the EAW community? The only thing that will be felt in this occasion is a stiff boot to the chin, a back thumping on the mat and the emotions springing out of the eyes of another chapter in Heart Break Boy’s stellar comeback story. With many doubts, many eyes looking elsewhere while I’m holding in anger of disappoint of the man that I had to become to reach this point. I will still hold the dearest excitement of what you believe is not true. The Golden Era still exists and even if I can’t simply prove it, I will keep coming until the rest of my hair finally falls off. Because even when I can smell and taste victory, I’m still going to keep focus on the task at hand. This advice is how champions advance and remain invincible. You know that your opponent has ran out of gas and has his career in park but continue to finish the race because you don’t need any more surprises out of your life. The time is coming where my race will be finished. Devan Dubian’s average elements will become exposed as the Heart Break Boy places the evidence on tape for the whole entire world to see. Reckless Wiring is the place of retrospection. I never disappoint the fans around the world by stealing the show. This won’t be any different while I spoil their elections on Devan Dubian’s time as champion plus showcase another instant classic to share more award nominations.

Fulfilling vows has always been the main theme of the Heart Break Boy’s mindset. And since we’re creating our own “themes” here, then welcome to the world of “Batman,” and watch how the bat withers away the iron of his debilitated opponent. I know we also had someone claim to become bat in EAW before in Tyler Parker but what has he done to deserve such recognition? Batman with his unpredictable and ability to get the job done when it matters will all characterize the situation that I’m involving myself in. To top it off, nobody in this industry has enough bags to pull out of the bank over the Golden Boy. I have been in this industry for years, went through everything and saw absolutely everything that has been toyed around. You can all it wisdom that has elevated the heart of mine. I call it enough information to know and use against people like Devan Dubian that needs a little bit of this information to remind him on what he’s truly dealing with. At Reasonable Doubt, I’ll hand it to you politely but you’re now stepping inside the ring again with someone that has nothing to lose, nothing to fear, nothing to really gain from all of this. The difference will tell the story and I plan on making sure your irony man instincts are thrown back into the desert. That Hall of Fame Championship was never held with integrity or pride either. The only champion that once was a worthy champion goes by the name, “Cameron Ella Ava.” Not even Jaywalker or Mr. DEDEDE himself brought what really should come out of such accomplishment. Look no further though, as the Heart Break Boy finally lets people know what it really means to gather themselves into an elite hall of historic figures that have paved way for this company to floss. The only thing standing in my way is some guy that wants to play Marvel hero and I’m planning on making sure all his games are over once I’m done draining every single ounce of energy that he has left to remain relevant. I failed once but strike me down if I fail twice. But that’s not going to happen because I see a man wounded from my recent attacks, lying in that desert while I just sit and prey on his final stance in this industry. Believe me because after this is all said and done, Devan Dubian is going to crawl back into his Tony Stark headquarters, trying to create some type of mastermind plan to put himself back onto the map after the Heart Bat Boy exposes his true lackadaisical assets to this business. This time, not only will Dynasty thank me. Zack Crash will thank me. Tyler Parker will thank me. Mr. DEDEDE will thank me. Hell, the entire Hall of Fame will thank me for making the scum crumble and making our Hall of Fame Championship honorable again. The clock is ticking and the fans have been waiting to long for this finally to sprung up. All across the world and beyond the globe will get a taste of what it feels like when…

The Heart Break Boy’s STEEL boot decapitates the face of our “Amazing,” Iron Man.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 10:11 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

III.

You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like to be you because I didn’t struggle.

I didn’t “suffer”.

I didn’t force myself to become better.

I simply walked through those doors a premier talent. I stepped into that ring on a level far beyond the peers who inked their names at the same time; on a level far beyond those who wasted months of their lives on NEO could never climb to. I didn’t have to suffer through the trials and tribulations you did, to get noticed, to get a fair chance because I fucking took this world’s attention by the throat and forced it to pay attention to me. I walked in knowing how to captivate, knowing how to impress the right people, knowing how to obtain my opportunities. I learnt those lessons elsewhere, I scratched and clawed my way to the top for years before I took a single step on these shores. Not some rival or sister company; there was no value to my name. You bitch and complain about having to wait so long but that’s the key word, “wait”. You waited on your arse, I’m living proof of busting your arse to obtain success and I can name a mountain of people in the last year alone who have gone from absolutely nothing to the cusp of greatness. We indeed both started at the bottom but one of us didn’t flounder for years, one of us had to gather enough sympathy for the world to care, one of us had to wail in the winds for a chance. See, there’s a difference between our falls from the mountain top. I was screwed time and time again, you weren’t. You laid there and accepted defeat at the hand of Jacob Senn, I still didn’t allow what Xavier did to stop me from being pinned at King of Elite; I still fought on. Even when I lost my title, wouldn’t you agree that requiring three men to defeat me is a testament to my will and characteristics worth being proud of? Furthermore, the difference between you and I lies in the attitudes we carry about our falls. Do you think you’re back to the top? You believe you have risen to the pinnacle once again but I see no title and forgive me, I couldn’t have cared less about your worthless career until I cracked my knee into your skull in November but you hadn’t reached the pinnacle before Pain For Pride as far as I’m aware. So tell me, dear Lucian, how have you proven you can rise back to the top? All you’ve proven is that you can link the pedestal but cannot hold your spot upon it. That you can contend until your heart desires but until this world hands you a carcass of equal or lesser value, you cannot conquer this world. You cannot truly stand on top of the mountain and breath that thin air in. Such dizzying heights and the rush it brings will forever be something you chance but will never feel again. You have proven nothing. You’ve proven you can get there but until you do it time and time again you’re bound to certain circumstances, certain expectations. You’re never going to have an easier World Champion to face than Scott Oasis unless you somehow manage to clone yourself. Then again someone like Diamond Cage could return. Plus, when you realise my clutch on the World Heavyweight Championship is unbreakable, there’s always Voltage. Your constant shortcomings in obtain the title to begin with - Dynasty: Dishonorable Justice, Road To Redemption, Grand Rampage pop into mind right away plus King of Elite last year that was incredibly well set up for you to walk away victorious - proves EVENTUALLY you’re going to get there. EVENTUALLY you’re going to win the title with enough chances. You don’t have external reasons to clutch to; nobody to blame but yourself for falling short in every one of those instances.

There’s a KEY difference between you and I in that matter.

Look at me. Tell me, where were you six months into your career here, Lucian? Quite interested. I was pinning a World Champion and ensuring a new one to be crowned. Didn’t work out the way I intended. My second chance was off Cash In The Vault and foolishly I didn’t make the most of the power I had and I was screwed. Thing is you can’t use that to cheapen the value of my eventual victory so I guess there’s a shining light. Third time I walked away with what I should have the second. As much as I may despise the man, Xavier Williams is certainly a league ahead of the miserable champion you defeated, no? Thing is Lucian, you hang your head on this idea that you triumphantly conquered the setback you faced but if there’s anything I’ve learnt in this short time on Dynasty, it’s that the powers that be will always be there to hand you the chance. You lost your title to Jacob Senn, you lost your chance at redemption but you were handed a second opportunity. You then got your chance with a placement in the King of Elite tournament but I defeated you. And now you’re here with another chance. You and I certainly come from different parts of the world and where I come from, you would be choking on dust and nobody would be taking pity on you. People would call you a bludger, people would call you an oxygen thief and people would have called you a flog for thinking you’ve miraculously climbed back to this place. What you’ve done isn’t called surviving, it’s being helped. It’s being aided. The hand that fed you, no matter how many times you bit back, got you here. What you’re doing isn’t survival, it’s desperation living. It’s a pathetic attempt to salvage whatever hope and dream you have left in you. But you’re right, I don’t know what it’s like to be you but you don’t know what it’s like to be me. You don’t know what it’s like to fight until your body gives up, you don’t know how it feels to lie motionless but conscious and watch as MEN TAKE EVERYTHING YOU’VE FUCKING WORKED FOR AWAY. NO IDEA WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SCREWED TIME AND TIME AGAIN, TO BE DENIED REPEATEDLY, TO HAVE ACCOLADES THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR’S HANDED TO LESSER MAN. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA OF THE LAST THIRTEEN MONTHS AND YOU NEVER WILL BECAUSE JUST A FRACTION OF IT WOULD BREAK YOU, LUCIAN. YOU DO NOT HAVE THE SPINE TO DEAL WITH EVERYTHING I’VE DEALT WITH FOR THIRTEEN MONTHS. YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUT TO SWALLOW THE BITTER PILLS I HAD TO FORCE MYSELF TO SWALLOW. NO, FUCK YOU AND YOUR STORY, YOU HAVEN’T BEEN TESTED LIKE I HAVE, YOU HAVEN’T STRUGGLED LIKE I HAVE. You got everything you deserved. You deserved to starve in the midcard, you deserved to struggle to break into this scene, you deserved to have Zack Crash take everything away from you, you deserved to have your moment of glory stolen by Jacob Senn, you deserved to have King of Elite stripped away. You deserve it all because you NEVER did anything but beg. You never did anything to put yourself in that position to earn it. Spare me the fucking tears, you never fought, you never truly struggled, not like I have; you sat on your arse for years until the powers that be took pity on you. That is fucking reality. And you want to sit on your high horse and cast judgement on me, say I cannot climb back to the top? You’re right on one thing, I haven’t done it. I haven’t obtained that World Championship again and it eats me up more than you will ever realise. It haunts me more than anyone will ever know.

You call it faith, I call it blind delusions. You’re no king, you’re not emperor. You have no jungle, you have no kingdom. You never did and you never will. I said it at Road to Redemption, your reign was merely charity but no, don’t let me spewing the same thoughts that everyone else has about you stop you from believing you ever truly mattered in this place; don’t let such gossip derail you from having the FAITH that your twisted and deluded fantasies can still become reality. “For once”? Then what the fuck did you have going into Pain For Pride? Ah, I forget, everything is selective with you. NOW is when “faith” matters. Now suddenly you’re more motivated than ever before! But...if you’ve proven you can climb back to the top...then why would you be so desperate? So motivated? No, I don’t think I will understand what you’re saying because what you’re saying makes no sense. Rather, it proves that I’m right that you’re delusional, desperate and are clinging to every straw that will keep you relevant; this is the last chance you have to matter in this world and you can’t admit that. You’re fighting with yourself to prove me wrong but friend, I hear it in the words you speak; you reek of desperation. I don’t need to tell you I’m a dangerous and desperate man, the world knows the weight I’ve thrown on my own shoulders. I don’t need to preach it, just look at what I did to secure my place in the Elimination Chamber, look at what I did to you to send merely a warning shot to the rest of the field; it was all to claim the World Heavyweight Championship. Just imagine the distances I will go to defeat you? You swear by your motivations and determination as if it’s truly special, it does not compare and I don’t need to waste my breath explaining it. My actions over all these months speak volumes and such cheap words are not needed. Now that bigger fish you wish to fry is the one I seek too. You and I both strive to achieve the same thing, I can’t discredit your dedication, Head of Security to weasel your way back to the top and keep yourself in the light is a considerable effort; I could never strip myself of such dignity to do so. I guess when your own delusions are starting to fade away you need to grasp at every straw possible to hold onto it. “Selling your soul” hasn’t saved you, Lucian. You will still be a lowly critter in a jungle full of monsters. You were defeated rather convincingly by my hands and you still wish to poke the beast that sidelined you for months; that is why I think little of you and why this match is so pointless. Do I deserve it? Perhaps. There was no vindication in the end, I questioned going into King of Elite if what I had done for so long - including the beating I handed you - was worth it. In the end, it wasn’t. However, it was you that stuck your nose in my business, Lucian. It was you who dared to stand between me and Xavier Williams, dares to stand between me and the World Heavyweight Championship. You could have woken up Sunday morning, still Monroe’s bitch, report once again to your adorable little role but instead you’re going to find yourself in a state of utter despair and back on the familiar path of having no direction, no future. No matter how many times you change soonafter, it’s always going to remain the same, you’re always going to find yourself in this loop. Maybe you don’t need to convince me you’re worth my time and attention, but you will absolutely be trying to convince yourself if challenging me was worth the life you’ll be left with.

I think highly of myself.

I’ve earned it.

For nearly three years few men have had the pleasure of beating me on their own merit. For nearly three years I’ve been left defeated with no excuse only a handful of times. Perhaps suffering with such miserable failure makes it hard for you to understand how one’s ego can be inflated to such a point where he believes he’s the best in the world. It’s rather telling when people go to extreme lengths to deny me. When your Lannisters and your Williams’ are calling on others to defeat me, that says something, no? When someone who was one held in such a high regard, at one point considered one of the all time greats, refused to face me, that says something. But I don’t blame you for not understanding how it feels to be in my shoes when the greatest threat you ever faced was Zack Crash. Somewhat successful barely scratches the surface; if it weren’t for the enemies I’ve made, I would have reigned for months last year; I would have headlined Pain For Pride - walked in and walked out as champion. No, I have firmly cemented my place in the discussion of greats, I earned my place in the Hall of Fame within two years and I am showing no signs of slowing down; only accelerating. If I’ve done all of this in under three years, how long will the list of accolades run when I hit five, six years? I would ponder that myself but It would only lead to daydreaming and thus time will pass me by; suddenly my sixth year will arrive and barely would that list have grown. Such a meteoric rise comes has it’s benefits, why wouldn’t it? People want to associate themselves with the talented, the successful but it’s never handed, none of it ever was. Always earned. Nice little joke there but how does it feel that my woman is more successful and relevant now than you ever were or ever will be? You’re concerned with being on a top ten list; a grand difference between you and I. Best in the World barely does what I seek to become justice. I’m not concerned with being on a list with nine other people. Then again, why should I be? Go ahead and ask anyone and everyone who their top tenis; I’m sure you will find I’m on almost, perhaps even all of those answers. I’m not concerned with being on one with five others either. Lucian, I’m striving to be the greatest of all time. Perhaps I never will and I will settle for that top five spot. “I always do”, this notion once again pops up and it’s quite amusing really. This idea that, in this case, you were ever on such a list to begin with. You never were. Even as World Champion people could still find ten other names to put before you. Even when you destroyed Scott Oasis, people still shrugged and cared more about events that happened on that night beforehand. BUT WAIT! YOU’VE SCRATCHED AND CLAWED, RIGHT? Sounds more like you want to be considered on such lists out of charity? Rather fitting given that’s what your Pain For Pride moment was.

This may be your renaissance but it’s not the first time you’ve walked away for a short period of time and returned with some “fresh” shtick to motivate yourself. This, this is not the first time you’ve spewed those words and I know without any doubt it won’t be the last time either. Difference is this time the light at the end of the tunnel will forever be something you chase. You had your chance to prove to the world that Lucian Black was World Champion material, prove to the world that your years of “struggle” was worth it. Instead you wasted it. You defeated Cage, barely survived Eclipse Diemos and then laid defeated to Jacob Senn. Within a moment, everything you standing victorious with the bright gold stood for died. Every ounce of faith people had in your evaporated into nothingness. Every doubter was proven right. That light is forever going to be something you chance no matter how many renaissance’s occur. No matter how many times you try to convince yourself that you can again ascend to the peak, you’re going to be back in the same place you were in 2014, 2015; watching others race ahead of you. Only difference is all your struggles will be for nothing. So why should I fear you? Why should I be concerned? As much as I might hate to admit it, defeat has driven us both to the same crossroads. You and I have both had to contend with defeat no matter the circumstances and judge whether the paths we walked had the outcome we desired. Again, the difference between you and I is that you turned off the path you walked time and time again; I did it once and it led me to this moment. And I once again question if it was all worth it; I guess that question goes beyond just King of Elite. But no matter the future that lies ahead for me, I will stick to this road until I find that answer. It’s there I will come to a crossroads and unlike you, like I’ve done so many times before, I’ll keep heading straight. It’s for that reason that nobody cares for you. Whatever high esteem you hold yourself in is far from the truth. Your journey was important...at one time. It’s value had an expiry date, one of Pain For Pride. Once that day came and gone, once you had your moment, people stopped caring. And you can ignore my words if you wish but do tell me of just one person other than yourself who has since been so eager to see your career progress? One person who has been sad, heartbroken over you being defeated? I should have been booed out of the building at King of Elite...yet they all still cheered my name. I should have been vilified for my actions...yet they chanted my name. Maybe I’m destined to suffer the same fate as you; but that is merely an assumption I would be making and one I predict you will surely make yourself. Underrated? No. Matt Miles is underrated. Ahren Fournier is underrated. Knights of the Dawning are fucking underrated. You? No, you are not underrated, you never were and you never will be. You peaked when the pool of challengers as at it’s lowest; you were the best of a poor selection. You succeeded because there wasn’t anyone else to stand in your way. What? Do you think that all titles are equal? No, you didn’t stand on the same level as Ares Vendetta just because the two of you both left the same stadium as World Champion. Your value is SIGNIFICANTLY lower that what you believe it is and the fact that NOBODY considered you walking out of the Elimination Chamber with the title is telling.

Actually, I do dictate things around here because I didn’t live in your little bubble where the world revolved around you and it was sunshine and fucking flowers. I watched and I listened. I heard and I saw. If you were born to main event the grandest stages, then why did it take so long for you to reach it? I mean, I main evented Road to Redemption within six months; does that mean I was born to be the headliner? And you can rattle the names you’ve faced and be proud of them...but how much worth does that have if you didn’t beat them? I could rattle off the list of names - Brian Daniels, Ares Vendetta, Lannister, Mr. DEDEDE etc. - but I would only be wasting my breath.because there is no worth in defeat. And you can be proud of having those moments against such opponents but that’s not what people care about. Nobody remembers the time when a rookie, the New Breed champion went toe to toe with the Heart Break Boy and held his own. I can’t take away those victories you earned over such names nor will I but you do not prove your worth as World Champion material every time you step into the ring. Given this notion you have that I’m lesser than you, your “World Championship material” would have prevailed several weeks ago. Did you misplace it like one does with a phone or their keys? Difference between me and the last person who played God was he never was and never will be capable of keeping up with the pace I set; that’s something I proved at Road to Redemption. Lucian, this world is filled with toilers who toil away, working hard, busting their arse and never truly getting anywhere. In sports, in careers, in day to day lives; toilers are present. You’re a fine example of such. But the world needs toilers. They need mainstays with no possible chance of breaking through their glass ceilings.Your breed is loyal, unwavering, never faltering. No matter how little hope exists for your future or how far away your dreams truly are, you still continue. Sure, you’re a headache; your delusions grow more and more tiring with every word you speak. Perhaps there lies your true value to this company; a good, heartwarming story of a toiler making his way to the grandest stage is truly something special. Shame it has come and gone so quickly. That is your fate, that is the one I will bind you to at Reckless Wiring. That is the one I will remind you of every time you dare to step before me. You were never overlooked, Lucian; they never ignored you. They saw you for what you truly are, everything you hate, everything you fear to admit. It’s something you’re tired of hearing but you said it yourself, I’m not the first, I’m not the last, then there must lie truth to the opinion, no? If so many men can share the same opinion, spew such similar lines and thoughts, it’s no longer opinion, it becomes fact.

You say you established dominance over Mr. DEDEDE and Y2Impact but did you beat them? Brings me back to that earlier point, there is no value in the moments, just the results in the end. I’ve beaten Xavier Williams not once, not twice but three times; the man grows envious of that fact and I will defeat him again when the time comes. It’s proven, without a doubt, that he cannot defeat me. I’ve heard stories about you, sure, but I know for a fact that results and you don’t go hand in hand. It took you six months to defeat Zack Crash. SIX. MONTHS. The man would have crumbled at my feet within sixty days. The stories I’ve heard are not ones you should be proud of, Lucian. The stories I’ve heard paint you as nothing more than a blubbering fool who stumbles through defeat after defeat until the planets align and victory falls into his grasp. Let’s get one thing straight here; I do not give a single fuck about you or your career. I do not care about what happens to you after I defeat you. I don’t care about “ending you”. What I did, giving you a concussion, was sending a message to TLA, to Showdown, to Voltage that come King of Elite I will walk out as the Dynasty representative and I would stop at nothing to claim the crown. It was nothing personal, my friend; it was purely business. I don’t blame you for making it personal either. I expected to face consequences for my actions, I just expected you to have a little intelligence and steer clear. Of course, that’s expecting too much. But spin whatever pathetic rhetoric that helps you sleep at night, that fires you up for this match; it will be all for nothing either way. You’re right, shockingly; defeat makes one more powerful. Nothing hurts more, nothing inspires the soul more than having everything you worked for taken away. See, that’s the scary thing about me Lucian; I’m far, far better than the champion that walked into King of Elite last year. Yet can you say the same for yourself? I can only assume based on my own experiences, my own heartache at losing the World Champion. Thing is Lucian, all you’ve done so far is tell me how dangerous you are, how determined you are; had you learned from defeat, from the events of House of Glass, this wouldn’t be news to me. It would have been the attitude you carried into the chamber, carried into the second round against me. But you didn’t. All I hear is bullshit; none of it unexpected. Another feeble attempt to justify every setback and failing you’ve ever had. Why now? What makes this match any different to our last? Any different to Road to Redemption? Or does the next time you’re in the same position, this match becomes just like the other opportunities you squandered? Another defeat you’ll learn from? Spare me the pathetic answer because if you were ever truly threatening, if you were ever going to go to unmentionable lengths to secure your career, then I would have seen the beast you dared to unleash inside the chamber, I would have met the warrior that was going to fight until his last breath a month later. This time isn’t any different than the rest, Lucian. You’re willing to do anything to cement your legacy; turn your perception of yourself into a reality. But you won’t because you can’t. History says otherwise. History has proven you’re not up for it. Your own league is still miles beneath mine and it will be there that you will watch me ascend back to the peak of the mountain. It’s there you will watch my empire grow and watch me become a cornerstone of not just Dynasty, but this company as a whole. This is my fucking jungle, this is my place to rule and you will not survive it. You will try, desperately, to overthrow me but like so many you will fall short. Pain For Pride looms and I will not settle for anything less than the spot I have earned. I have busted my arse more than you have in the eight plus years you’ve been here collectively. I have dealt with more bullshit in the last year and a half than you ever have. I will walk into Pain For Pride the World Heavyweight Champion; I will walk out as such because I have EARNED it. I DESERVE it. I am fucking ENTITLED to it.

Let me ask you the same question; I concussed you merely to send a message. Imagine what I’m going to do if you dare to deny me a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship?

Spoiler; I’m going to cave your fucking skull in.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 7:42 am by **Xavier Williams.**

There is it again. I’m going to realise what management, the roster and the fans - everyone that isn’t Xavier Williams that painfully tune in to see Jacob Senn as the World Heavyweight Champion knows. Jacob Senn is the World Heavyweight Champion that both this brand and company as a whole needs! He’s proven it! He’s a resourceful man! He didn’t retain that World Heavyweight Championship through his hard work and determination; he didn’t outwrestle and out-compete the likes of Jamie O’Hara, Methuselah and the Heart Break Boy! He beat them through his resourcefulness - the same things that irked you during your time as EAW Champion aren’t they? It’s amazing how much things change in the matter of two and a half years, isn’t it, Jacob? The things that once drove you crazy are know the things that you take more pride in than anything else. Why is that, Jacob? What suddenly turns what made you a poor champion the first time around into a great one now? Is there really an explanation to the question? Sure, you don’t have Lannister making sure that championship is in your position in the first place; you don’t have Psycho Brody physically carrying you up a ladder to make sure that you could beat a man that struggled to grasp onto a World Championship for years, only to have just as poor of a World Championship reign that you did. You don’t have Zack Crash physically making sure that you survived a man that will go down as one of the biggest flops that this business will ever see. But, the things that you’ve done through this one completely categorize with those same things. You capitalized off the damaged that I caused inside that Elimination Chamber. You took the low road to make sure that you were able to stay a step ahead of the Heart Break Boy. The real question is, Jacob - is that the champion that this brand this proud brand deserves, or is that just what you hope that everyone else believes. Do you actually believe it, Jacob? I’ve done some absolutely heinous things since my return, but everything that I’ve done has come through my own hands. I beat Methuselah without any controversy. I earned this World Heavyweight Championship match against TLA without controversy. I would have run through the Heart Break Boy without controversy if you hadn’t cracked me in the back with a steel chair. That’s the major difference between the two of us, Jacob. I get things done without the need to take the low road - you don’t. You sugarcoat it all; you were being resourceful! You were doing whatever it takes! You were doing what you had to do because you knew that you just weren’t good enough to succeed without it.

How do you know that, Jacob?

We both know that we’ve known the answer to that question for a long time, don’t we?

Your first year and a half on Dynasty sums it up pretty nicely. You didn’t come to this brand by choice; you came to this brand because it was the only one that was willing to take you. Dynasty never needed Jacob Senn - Jacob Senn needed Dynasty more than he’s willing to admit. You were coming off the biggest loss of your career inside that Elimination Chamber; you were pushed off of Voltage at hand of Zack Crash and crawled here. You tried your hardest to try to get back to your feet under your own merit, but couldn’t. You fought through the Dynasty bracket in the King of Elite tournament - but was destroyed at the hand of the eventual king. The same man that once made sure that you grasped onto your first World Championship. You stumbled through the Gold Rush tournament - we’ll forget about the fact that I was the man that made sure that you were able to beat Lucian Black - but, you failed to stand strong against the World Heavyweight Champion under your own merit. You grasped onto the coattails of Lucian Black and Carlos Rosso, and held your head high at the fact that they managed to ensure that Dynasty would overcome the team that Zack Crash had thrown together. You smiled to the world when Lucian Black fought through all adversity to end Zack Crash’s tyranny in the Elimination Chamber, after you had already been eliminated. But, none of it coming from your own merit. You tried, and you tried to prove what we both know wrong. You tried your hardest to lead this brand into Brand Warfare - you tried to be the leader that you thought you should have been, Jacob. But, what happened? You can call it gang warfare - but it doesn’t change the fact that you were forced to watch as everyone you took pride in fell around you. TLA fell. Mexican Samurai fell. Devan Dubian fell. Diamond Cage fell. All gone until you were the last person left standing. You weren’t a leader. You were nothing - nothing more than a man that couldn’t survive under his own merit. I mean, Jacob - your first championship in this company came from Scott Diamond getting himself disqualified! No form of success has come from any form of talent pulsing through the veins of Jacob Senn!

So you went back to the things that once made you successful. You aren’t a man that succeeds under his own talent. You succeed through the things that have brought you two World Championships. So, now you’re trying your hardest to take pride in the things you once hated. You stand in front of the world with a smile on your face, but I don’t buy it. I’ve never bought it. That’s why I said that this is your chance to prove your words right. This is your one and only chance to prove me wrong. This is your one and only chance to prove that Jacob Senn can be the champion that he says he can be. You finally have the chance to prove that you’re a man that doesn’t need to take the shortcuts to succeed; you finally have the chance to prove that you’re not a man that needs to capitalize on the destruction caused at another man’s hand. You have the chance to overcome a man that you openly said was never on your radar. So, if that’s the case, Jacob, you should have absolutely no problem in doing so - it’s just a shame that the same man just happens to be the man that you just can’t beat. You sit there and you say the same things I would. It doesn’t bother you. You don’t care. In your own mind you’re even trying to convince yourself that you’re above this. But, Jacob, the reality of this entire thing is that you want this match just as badly as I do. Let’s be honest - when it was TLA’s music that hit when you issued that “open challenge” - your heart sunk. It wasn’t who you were hoping for - and before you attempt to jump down my throat, I’m not saying that I was, but I was the prefered option. You gain nothing from beating TLA. You gain a lot by beating me; perhaps more than any other name of that brand. As cliche and arrogant that it sounds - you know that I am one hundred percent right. You beat TLA? You’ve overcome a man that we both know isn’t good enough to win that World Heavyweight Champion no matter the competition standing in front of him. You beat Methuselah? You’ve beaten a man that I’ve proven isn’t everything that the world makes him out to be. You beat Moongoose McQueen? You’ve cut down someone that’s clearly not ready to stand at such height. But with Xavier Williams? You’re facing the hottest thing in this company - the freight train that nobody has managed to slow down; your ticket in finally becoming the champion that this brand deserves. This is it, Jacob - are you going to fight like a man or fall back on the only things that have brought you any form of success? In other words, are you going to be a man or a bitch?

But, this idea that I supposably hold of being the champion that the people want? Don’t be stupid.

The world wants Jamie O’Hara to be the World Heavyweight Champion - but I haven't spoken about how I'm the champion the world wants. I've spoken about how the world knows that I'm the World Heavyweight Champion that the championship needs. I could talk about the wants of the world to the point that it becomes a bore; the world wants Jamie O’Hara to stick a dagger through my heart for my actions at King of Elite. The world wanted TLA to finally grasp onto his first opportunity at the championship on Dynasty. In all, the world doesn't want either of us to stand at the top of the mountain as the World Heavyweight Champion, but the challenger is the next step in actually rebuilding it into the mastodon that it should be. I'm a selfish guy, there's no point in trying to hide it at this point; I place myself before others on a daily basis, but as much of a lie as it sounds - I want what's best for that Championship. I want this Championship to be everything that it should be, but that's not going to happen why it rests on your shoulder, just like when it was on Lucian Black’s and Scott Oasis’s. I said this before and I'll repeat myself because it's the absolute perfect point. If you were the champion that the World Heavyweight Champion that it deserves - I wouldn't be needed. You would have done the job already, but clearly that's not the case. Disdain and mediocrity are the two things that I've constantly said revolves around the Championship because it’s open for all to see. The World Heavyweight Championship isn’t the crown jewel of this business anymore. It’s barely a jewel. But again, you’ve managed to do things that nobody else has managed to do with that World Heavyweight Champion! From the bottom of my heart, Jacob, I wish that it were true. But, it isn’t - and it’s painfully clear to see that it’s never going to be.

The upside starts at Reckless Wiring when you’re forced to say goodbye to your most prized possession. The upside starts the moment that you’re forced to fall back into the same hole you tried your hardest to climb out of for two long years. Take pride in everything that the World Heavyweight Championship will become. Know that your fall has brought new life to something that was dying.

You won’t, but that’s just a suggestion.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 3:21 am by **Finnegan Wakefield**

CHAPTER XVII: LOST IN TRANSLATION

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TOKYO, JAPAN || BUILD UP TO RECKLESS WIRING || RECKLESS WIRING 3/11/2017

We are not given much time to absorb the atmosphere of the surrounding environment, although clearly a white brick wall, seen earlier today during Kelly Hackenschmidt's promo. Finnegan Wakefield wearing the Knights of the Dawning crimson red and white shirt is standing with his hands behind his back, Finnegan begins to speak the second the camera is turned on.

"March 11th, live from the Tokyo Dome, Dynasty will be hosting its annual Reckless Wiring event. I find myself with the same butterflies in my stomach as I did when I first came to EAW, when I had my first match with the promotion in December. Saturday marks my first Pay-Per-View appearance, a much bigger and much more expecting atmosphere than I have been given by the loving fans of EAW Dynasty up till now. They will expect a lot from me, especially the lovely folks here in Tokyo; they'll expect my A-game, and I will give them nothing less.

Now, if that kind of pressure isn't enough, this will also be my personal first contention for a pro-wrestling championship; the EAW Undisputed Tag Team Championships to be percise, with my Knights of the Dawning tag team partner, Kelly Hackenschmidt. For a month, give or take, we've begun our on-screen partnership in aspiration of championship success in EAW and in that time, Kelly and myself have become quite the talk in the EAW locker room.

However, no one in the locker room talks about us louder than our opponents on the 11th; Jack Ripley and David Davidson of The High Rollerz.

Lads. I understand you two really like putting on these little skits together, talking a bunch of shite, making your sexual innuendos and making your little fart jokes, trying to shame your opponents into some sense of moral victory, but lets face it, if there is a team in this promotion that won't give the two of you the satisfaction, it's The Knights.

The two of you seem to consider yourself promo critiques, and you's seem to have a lot to say about my interview in Saitama. Apparently a lot of things got lost in translation for the two of you. Not going to question your intelligence, lads, but for the sake of your future comedy skits, I'll do my best to use small words.

You guys seem to think that I am in this constant need for respect, and although there is some truth to that statement, your attempts to make it sound like it's a form of constant need for attention couldn't be further away from the truth. You see I don't expect respect from you lads, clearly respect is not in that very limited vocabulary -- meaning words you know the meaning of -- the two of you have, nor do I really expect that to change once the match is over, however, I am sure I can speak for Kelly when I say that we'd love to kick that word into your heads, hopefully kicking out some of those cuss words, poop and fart jokes, as well as a few of those innuendos to make room.

Now, when it comes to the match stipulations for Saturday, you's seem to have mistaken fear for concern. You see, I don't fear glass tables, in fact me mum has one in her dinning room, quite like it myself, have to use coasters on it. However, I am concerned for the safety of myself and my partner, because nothing could be a worse outcome for me than seeing a brother in arms get a serious injury, and I like to think he feels the same way. That does not at all mean we will not give it our all if that becomes the match stipulation chosen, because I am confident in Kelly's tenacity and I'm confident in my own that against our personal preference of the other stipulations, we can still prevail.

Next, you's seem to be a little confused in what I meant by "create competition the division has never seen before". Yes, I am suggesting teams will begin to form to contend for the tag team championships once we've claimed them from you. The fact that more teams haven't formed to contend for them under your reign so far has spoken more about your credibility as champions. You don't inspire competition, if nothing else you ridicule it, you poke fun at it. You don't come off as champions, you come off as, pardon me, but absolute pricks. This division has so much potential to be thee division of EAW, the life source of EAW, the attraction of EAW, and it's wasted on the two of you, something that Kelly and I can not allow to go any further. Once we've captured the Unified Tag Team Championships, and we will, we will absolutely be accepting challenges from all comers. Stuffed Crusts, Matt Squared, hell we'll even accept challenges from the female side of the spectrum, give Haruna & Azumi a crack at the belts. Point is, we'll be the champions that you both have proven not to be come March 11.

Regardless of the stipulation that the fans vote for, the result has been etched in stone and will remain the same. We will not fail in the Tokyo Dome, we will relieve you of your duties as Tag Team Champions and we will bring the championships to new found popularity and make them a championship based on work ethic and team work, instead of talking shite and childish comedy skits.

So lads, feel free to keep telling your jokes and comedy shticks, come March 11, Saturday evening in the Tokyo Dome, there will be no jokes and shite talk. We'll give you the toughest battle of your lives. We will not succumb to the same cheap tricks like the one you pulled at Reasonable Doubt to keep the belts, and we will become 36th EAW Unified Tag Team Champions.

In short, The Knights will prevail!"

~~Also Dungeons and Dragons is awesome, you wankers.~~

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 1:47 am by **PPM14**

Sunday Night Voltage
3/13/2017
Promo I

"The only thing to fear, is fear it's self." - "Prince" Parker Mitchells XIV

The screen is completely black, there's no light, no movement, no noise. Nothing except the dark sight. Suddenly footsteps are heard. The sound of a steel chair rattling is recognized, even with still no sight. The steel chair being placed down is heard and then it goes completely silent once more. The sound of an unrecognized female's voice is now echoing through the empty room.

Unknown Voice: Ladies and gentlemen, let your presence be graced by Parker Mitchells. He is an idol to everyone in the crowd due to his undeniable work ethic. If Parker wants something, he will get it, no matter what the circumstances may be. He achieves greatness because he is greatness. Parker is not only the hottest act in EAW, but he is also the Prince of Wrestling.

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The sound of the lights turning on in the big, empty room is heard; and the only person in the room is Parker Mitchells, sitting on a backwards chair, with his arms crossed, resting on the backrest of the chair. His head is pointed downwards and his hair stands straight up on his head, spiked with gel. His hair is barely seen, however, under his custom, snapback, flat bill hat, with PPM14 printed on the front in gold lettering. He wears no shirt, and ripped up skinny jeans. Words begin to escape his mouth.

Parker Mitchells: ~~Solomon Caine~~...you're that guy... Every wrestling promotion has one. You're the mysterious guy who, his whole career, has had people trying to figure him out. You're that guy that plays mind games with his opponents and makes them second guess everything that you're doing. Well, Solomon, for every guy like you, there's a counterstrike, and that guy-- the counterstrike guy-- is me. You can pull whatever you want out of your arsenal, or hell, just your arse and I'm not going to question it. I'm going to flow with it. I'm not going to try to figure you out, because there's nothing to figure out. You pretend to be creepy, mysterious, sinister when there's nothing about you to fear. If there's one thing that I've came to the conclusion of throughout my career is that people aren't scary. I'm not going to lie, however, and pretend to be something I'm not, I'm not going to say I'm fearless. I'm just fearless of things that I can control. I have fears, heights-- drowning-- falling-- shit's scary because you can't control it, you can't prevent any of them. Solomon Caine, you are not scary.. You grow your hair out in a mullet, you switch your name from Danny Rodriguez to ~~Solomon Cain~~, you start to slit your wrists and suddenly you pretend to be a relentless danger to everyone you come across? Well, Danny, let me be the first to break the news. You're not unique, you're not scary and you're not even mysterious.

Parker smiles at the camera, with a cocky grin, as he wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He proceeds to crack his neck. He then takes his custom cap off of his head, revealing his spiked blonde hair. He brushes his hand through his hair, running it backwards to its normal look. He laughs with a slight cocky feel to the laugh before he once again speaks.

Parker Mitchells: When speaking on me, you speak on my prohibitively 'cocky' attitude, and I'll be the first to say it, Hell yeah I'm cocky. If you were this damn good, you'd be a little full of yourself too. You don't think Eminem bumps his own music? There's a time and a place for everything and the time for my self praise is every weeping second of the day. Now I've got a question for you, Danny, if you can't beat someone as sub-par, as inadequate as Zack Crash, what in God's giving Earth has you truly convinced that my ego will lead you to the victory. I didn't get to where I am today from being "Mr. Nice Guy." I'm recognized as the future of EAW because of my brash attitude.. If you don't see yourself as the best, you'll never be the best. Not only do I see myself as the best, I KNOW I'm the best.

Parker begins to slowly clap and the lights turn themselves back off. Suddenly a static noise begins. The noise quits and the lights flicker on and off, when they're on, Parker is gone. The lights fully turn on again and the chair is gone but Parker stands in front of the camera. He has a cocky smile on his face again, it's arrogant and annoying to the eye.

Parker Mitchells: There are over seven billion people is this world, yet there's only one Prince. Greatness is an opinion unless Parker Mitchells is in the discussion. Danny Rodriguez, I want you to keep one thing in the very back of you mind; in the OJ Simpson trial, some people said innocent, some people said guilty, but come Monday, everyone in the arena will be an eye witness to the murder of your career. It'll be unanimous that the Prince of Wrestling is guilty..

I'm guilty.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 1:10 am by **Sir Killian Charlamagne**

”Through the Fire and the Flames”

(We open up to the Tokyo Dome, the very venue which EAW shall present their Dynasty Exclusive Free-Per-View Reckless Wiring., the ring had already been set up with ropes in place just tight enough to keep the ring together and the banner on the aprons with the Dynasty banner on them alongside logos for Reckless Wiring. Although it had been all prepared, the large baseball venue had been empty, not even a janitor stood cleaning anywhere in the bleachers. That was until a familiar face walked out through the curtain on the entrance ramp, that face had belonged to EAW Wrestler and Knight of The Dawning, Sir Kelly Hackenschmidt. Instead of his normally quite formal attire however, he wore a pair of jeans and a black Dragonforce t-shirt. He carried with him a blue gym bag with the strap over his shoulder. He stopped at the middle of the ramp and took a breath of fresh air, gazing around the massive venue and enjoying the ambience.)

”The Tokyo Dome, beautiful ain't she? She's almost Laura Laine levels of beauty if I do say so myself! So many great wrestlers made their names known for them here in this very stadium! And never in my life did I expect not only my Free-Per-View Debut in EAW, but my first major title shot with EAW to take place in such a massive and famous arena! I mean I can go on and on about the history of the Tokyo Dome’s pro wrestling roots alone! Yet I don't want to seem like a Gaijin asshole. Though one thing is for sure, this Saturday, live in The Tokyo Dome, this venue is going to be packed with literally thousands upon thousands of eager and hungry Japanese fans looking to watch some good ol fashioned Puroresu! And that is exactly what they are going to get, and what better way to kick this phenomenal show off than with some Tag-team action? And not just any kind of Tag-team action, Tag Team action involving two of the best in the business finally fulfilling an ancient prophecy and becoming your new EAW Tag-team Champions all while dethroning the High Rolling Sin City Scoundrels! Yet the challenge is still set for us at Reckless Wiring! The match that makes us stand out from the rest out here on Friday Night Dynasty! And without a doubt in my mind, I feel as if this match is going to be match of the week! No doubt it will remain in the heads of EAW fans and the board of directors for a long time to come. But the thing is, I’m not coming here for a good performance, no! I’m in it to win it!”

(Sir Kelly continues his way down the entrance ramp, setting his gym bag down at the end of the entrance ramp.
He continued to speak to the camera on his voyage down the ramp.)

”Now it appears as though The High Rollerz seem to be convinced otherwise, in their simple minds, everything that we do is considered cliche and ordinary, yet what they’ll learn on Saturday is that the two of us have the absolute key tools to succeed! It's going to be the moment that unlike the first run those High Rollerz had here in EAW, we aren't taking our title shots for granted!”

(Once Sir Kelly reaches the ringside area, he walks over to the steps at the nearby left hand corner and walks up them to the ring apron, out of respect to the stage, he wipes his feet on the apron before sliding into the ring between the top and middle ropes and standing right in the center of the ring to face the camera.)

”After all, to me it's no secret that in this life, we're running out of days and running out of time, and in my opinion ignoring it is a crime! So you know what I do about it? I don't look back, because I know that all it takes is just one chance at glory to make sure we feel alive! When the sands of time are slipping through our hands, the best we can do is make sure each and every single grain of that sand becomes absolutely legendary! After all, me being a Hackenschmidt, most of it already is legendary! Yet enough bickering, after all there seems to be the assumption that Ripley and Davidson have that says that we are taking this match for granted, nothing could be further away from the truth than this! We know what's at stake! And we know damn well that this may very well be our one and only shot to prove the fact that despite our recent upcomings, we are the best Tag-team Elite Answers Wrestling has to offer this very day and that we shall become the best Tag-team there ever will be again! Now as I mentioned the grim fact of human mortality before, it appears as though the High Rollerz seem to have a plan to retain these titles and go on to the Hall of Fame before they officially decide to hang up the boots and take the entire Tag-team Championships with them! But then again these two noobs seem rather delusional don't they? I mean, you’ll probably cringe at the way they explained the lack of competition in the Tag-team ranks! According to them, the only reason that no other Tag-team has emerged is because they are Cowering and waiting for some other team to dethrone them!”

(In the heat of mentioning that comment, Sir Kelly could not help but crack up and laugh.)

”I mean, I knew you guys had a sense of humor but seriously? Seriously?”

(Sir Kelly's laughter died out slowly.)

”But in all seriousness, you really want to know the real reason so many wrestlers have neglected the Tag-team division? It's because people are so focused on those three world titles and those inferior single mid-card titles that they don't see the opportunity at superior tag-team championships! It's because they seem to think that in the long run Tag-team Wrestling doesn't matter. Yet at Reckless Wiring, first thing on the card all four of us have a chance to prove that fact dead wrong! Plus, even if it were the truth and all of a sudden all these Tag-Teams were to emerge to challenge us, why would me and Sir Finnegan be worried? After all, me and him being the ones to defeat The Mighty High Rollerz! should mean that we are the superior team. So why on Odin’s Green midgarde should we be scared of teams that were scared of the team that we had hypothetically already beat so much that they waited until now to unveil themselves and try to take us down? I mean, let's face it, it's like you're a tiny fish in a massive ocean and you cower away from a slightly bigger fish, but then you when you think the coast is clear but then, Surprise! there's an even bigger fish that's still hungry for another meal! It starts to think; That small fish might make a tasty dessert! It in my opinion is a recipe for disaster towards that smaller fish. But fish metaphor aside, you have to admit that people don't want to think that being the best Tag-team is important, yet then again people are wrong to think that simply because me and Sir Finnegan alongside you both are living proof that it's absolutely, in the word's of the President of the United States himself; Wrong!”

(Sir Kelly straightens his back, stands center of the ring with a calm yet confident look on his face, his brow lowered and his eyes directly in front of him as he put his hands up right in front of him.)

”I mean, let's face it, back when Sir Finnegan and I were probably on the road to getting lost in the shuffle with all these names coming and going left, right up down and center! Sure, the both of us would reach the top of the mountain eventually, but it probably would not have been as fast of a journey if we didn’t get into the Tag-team Division! And now, here we are, right at the summit, staring down the enemy as we make our way to the place we have desired to take control of, yet we know for a fact that there's room for only one team on that mountain top and we will stop at nothing to toss that other Tag-team out of our way! Yet you two arrogant kids would do perhaps twice as horribly in the singles division of things! I mean think about it, seriously, they call me arrogant they should take a load of these two clowns who seem to think that they have this match in the bag! I mean let's face it, at least Sir Finnegan and I could hold our ground as singles competitors you two probably need each other like how France needs help winning wars!”

”Oh and another thing, you really want to accuse myself and Sir Finnegan guilty of smalltalk huh? Well, I would suggest you look in a mirror, but your egos are so big it would cause it to crack causing seven years bad luck which believe me, it's not good for business at all! Yet, honestly, it's still the truth! I mean what good have you done recently? Nerd comments? Homosexual references? I mean, c’mon how cliche are you trying to be? I can come up with better insults after smoking enough weed to make a normal man fall asleep, and even then I don't succumb to teenage angst and all the edgy troubles that come with it. Oh well, although I am willing admit that I am not on another volume of A Song of Ice and Fire nor am I going to the lands of Mordor to destroy the one Ring, that still should not and shall not stop me from showing that I enjoy this sort of epic fantasy, nor shall is it define my personality, me calling myself Sir Kelly is simply a way to express my interest in medieval history and fantasy all while describing myself! The title of Sir is one used by knights who upheld their warrior like honor all while showing the citizens who fund their armor, weapons and horses nothing but absolute respect before going out and fighting for the banner of their kings and their personal goals! That is why Sir Finnegan and I are exactly who we say we are! We are both chivalric nobles in the Wrestling business while paving our way to the top of the food chain and presenting our aspirations to claim those holy straps that have stayed right on your shoulders! You see, your egos have placed yourselves trapped in this war of words, all you really can do is strike at us with cliche, after cliche, oh well, I suggest you have fun playing dead for now on that battlefield, after all, once you have to get up just to get to the Tokyo dome, you're gonna learn exactly how Sir Kelly Hackenschmidt and Sir Finnegan Wakefield shall take full advantage of this battle and neither of rest until the enemy lies bloody and defeated! You see what makes Sir Finnegan and I one of the greatest Tag-teams EAW will probably ever see? Truth is, There ain't no schmidt that's gonna make us quit!”

Re: EAW Promoz! March 8th 2017, 12:52 am by **Devan Dubian**

My presence will forever be felt on this company, The Heart Break Boy. And despite the claims of an otherwise insecure veteran, I have devoted my whole being to this company for far too long. It is not my duty to validate your idea of loyalty to this company because anyone who has followed me throughout my career knows that I have provided so much more for this company than that could ever be reimbursed to me. And if I had the chance to do it again, I would do it in a heart beat. Whilst it is true that I no longer from the jump off the top of rails exclaiming my devotion for this company The Heart Break Boy, I show respect to each and everyone of my fans internally by putting away my opponents in a fitting manner. What happened at Reasonable Doubt was just not a stroke of luck but rather a declaration of just how much further higher I have climbed against you in this company. The mere fact that you would resort to luck as a false pretense to justify your shortcoming just shows that there is not an inch of pride left in your bones anymore. And I know you know this better than anyone because the best people to evaluate a person's performance are not analysts or former players but rather the very people who participated in the showing. The matter of fact is that you were always a step too behind during the match, I could hear you coming from a few dozen feet behind the whole time and your clinchers were pitiful at best. There is an alliteration that refers to beating a dead horse far beyond its consciousness but the lunacy you are dealing with here far exceeds that; there is not even a path for you to go from here, The Heart Break Boy. All I know is that the only times you have found yourself at an advantage through any point since this whole thing started is when you have had to shift to cheap blinder attacks from the behind during my matches and at some point you should realize that if that is the only thing going for you, you essentially have no expectancy. And once that bell rings, those tangent interchangeable circumstances do not exist anymore; it is a match between two forces and once that is factored down and everything, we all know who holds the superior hand here as we quite rightly attested at Reasonable Doubt. Everything happens for a reason, luck is not imperative and at this point, I am just looking forward to put an end to this pitiful Golden Era, The Heart Break Boy before it takes off with any momentum to let you keep the scant pride you have left.

Having being dubbed the Iron Man of this company since my resurgence to this company, it is quite fitting that I am facing off in the match designated the very same name to fight for my Hall of Fame championship. And both situations are not too dissimilar from each other, the tendency to be a proficient billionaire philanthropist is no different than the resiliency to last as long as you can. The path to prosperity comes with the equation of being buoyant enough to withstand all the hardships that come against you, The Heart Break Boy and I would know that better than anyone given how far I have come established by when I first faced you and where I stand now. However you are mistaking this rise of resiliency to prosperity by comparing it to your current present state of career when you know all full and well that they are not analogous in any circumstance. What you are doing is simply a dismal excuse to shine the very last gold glitter that you have left in your tank, it is not resilience at this point anymore, it is full on idiocy. Idiocy attested by the fact that you believe that I am too startled to face off against you knowing full well that I think of it no less than an assured victory, idiocy attested by the fact that you claim I would be the reason that the fans would be disinterested in viewing this match, idiocy attested by the fact that you believe you have got this match up in the bag without any verified proof. I could also care less for how long this match ends up going but the strategic perception within me is secretly looking forward to a match with its full extent of time so there can be no remaining excuses of 'luck' produced by my opponent here and also because I know that the longer that this match is to go on, the more likely that the Heart Break Boy is to lose his way and footing and ultimately the match to me. You want to believe that this Hall of Fame championship is some kind of stand still championship that does not have a lot of contenders yet brings you all the prestige with all it but there is so much more to this rubric than you could ever comprehend. The weight of every Hall of Famer who been enshrined with the prestigious claim also rests on your arm because you know that a simple slip up can ultimately mean that someone ineligible is being put on the some stead level as them. And if you think I would be fine with letting someone as fragile as yourself prone to more slip ups than most elitists hold my Hall of Fame championship then I have given your brain prowess more credit than I should have in the past as already contested. Your assumptions of what I already know have gone on for far too long so I will delight you, The Heart Break Boy with some irony in letting you know 'what I already know' and that is I am undeniably going to walk out of Reckless Wiring the Hall of Fame champion. All your illusions and primitive comebacks aside, this is very different and the peak of your career is far behind you now. If I have to prove myself even further at this point then I will have no problem doing so this week.

And show EAW once again why I am the Amazing 'Iron Man' of this company, bar none.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 9:42 pm by **Jacob Senn**

I bet you find enjoyment in the idea that I seethe at the idea of you surpassed me, right? Take pleasure in having to win a championship from your dear Irish friend to be able to be inducted into the Hall of Fame? Had to have your championship stripped from you by Zack Crash to claim the feat of being a two-time world champion? Let go on record and let you know this, Xavier. Don’t flatter yourself, because you’re weren’t even a blip on my radar.

See, there’s only two things that matter to me in this business and they’re not that hard to determine through the words spoken over these past couple of days. They are this World Heavyweight Championship that I carry on my shoulder and the state of this brand known as Dynasty. Those two are the only things that concern Jacob Senn when it’s all said and done, but you don’t have to believe that if you want to. You can keep this mental image of me hanging up pictures on a mantle, fantasizing about the day that I could finally get Xavier Williams in the middle of the ring, to be able to crush him beneath my boot and show the world who stands at the top of the mountain. As eloquently spoken it was said to be, I don’t put much thought into your career. You did phenomenal for yourself, made a grand career for yourself at the expense to many people in this business, but that doesn’t concern me in the slightest. You could have had a mediocre career with no valuable victories of merit to carry over your head, you could be a seven-time world champion that has conquered every possible feat there is to achieve in this company, but I have to be completely honest with you. Xavier, I don’t care about your career. The only reason that I even look in your direction is because you made me a target, you brought your attention to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship with the sole intention of claiming it for yourself, and that’s something that I will not allow to happen. You slumming it with Lucian Black and Tarah Nova to council among each other, you climbing a ladder and retrieving a briefcase that would guarantee you a world championship match, you even being involved in a major match at Pain for Pride 9 against Mr. DEDEDE for the Hall of Fame Championship, none of it mattered to me. You have gained an extraordinary career here in EAW and that’s not something that I bother myself to rack my brain around, but you came at me. You answered the challenge that I laid out after King of Elite, you attacked me after my match with Anthony Leonhart and drove me straight into the ring apron in an attempt to injure me before our battle for this trophy, yet I’m the one that has something to prove in this match. I’m the one that has been eaten alive inside with jealousy and envy of the other man’s career! I’m the one that has been methodically planning the demise of Xavier Williams since the moment he walked into this company under the guise of Toxic! THE GREAT VILLAIN IN THE CAREER OF XAVIER WILLIAMS STRIKES AGAIN! It’s a great story to get people to believe in because I have been a villain for some many people’s career, forcing them to be cast aside because they couldn’t stand up to the challenge that I brought them in the ring, but that’s all you’ve brought to me. You’ve only brought a nice fantasy tale that you’ve spun from your own delusions that continually afflict you, transforming them into something that you hope the people will be able to understand and sympathize with, and they just might believe. However, you’re not going to be able to place to wool over my eyes, for this is a game that I’m not unfamiliar with, Xavier. I find it hilarious that the person that has been the one to answer the challenge, fired the very first shot to make this personal when you tried to destroy me before our match to try and get this championship with ease, he wants to lecture me about being obsessed with him and not holding this championship with the prestige and honor that is deserving of a champion.

For when you look back on that moment you answered my challenge, that will be the time when you are forced to tell yourself that it wasn’t worth it.

The punishment that you will endure at Reckless Wiring, regardless of the stipulation that is chosen by people who honestly shouldn’t have any choice in matters such as this, it will make you start to tell yourself that the EAW World Heavyweight Championship won’t be worth the trouble that it’s worth to you. The prestige and privilege of being called the champion and recognized as the best on this roster will not be worth the struggle that you will have to endure when you’re forced to stand in the ring with me under a stipulation that will provide me with methods to endure pure carnage unto you. For the entirety of your career, you ate off of another’s plate. You ate off the erased Irishman, you devoured the meals provided by Zack Crash, and you reaped the rewards from your victory over Methuselah! However, that will not happen when you go up against me, Xavier. There will be nothing on the plate for you, nothing to scoop with your hands into your stomach to fill that ego of yours, but there will only be a rod that you are struck with before you’re thrown out of my home! This won’t be Xavier Williams snatching what belongs to Jacob Senn right out from under him, but this will be Jacob Senn keeping what belongs to him and breaking you down to the point to where that question will be running through your head. Was it all worth it? Was everything I have done that led up to this point, only to be left in the middle of the ring with nothing but his broken husk of a body, worth it? You have to ask yourself if everything was worth it because everything that I’ve done throughout these months of being the EAW World Heavyweight Champion, every opportunity that I seized and snatched under the feet of those that were inferior to me as a performer, I’m proud of it because it showed how resourceful I am and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to remain at the top of the mountain here on Dynasty! However Xavier, I don’t believe the hype in you. You tell yourself that you’re the main event around here, the man that everyone pays attention to and desires to be the champion, but that’s not the case. You cast your aspersions to me about being irrelevant and not mattering, but you’re the man that ONCE WAS the EAW World Champion. You ONCE WAS an EAW Hall of Fame Champion. All of those matches that you pride yourself upon, those Pain for Pride matches that you call the “main event” and “main attraction”, those weren’t that at all. You had ONE great match with a performer like Mr. DEDEDE and failed to defeat him, choking on the biggest moment in your entire career, but you were overshadowed yourself. Your match for the EAW Championship against Zack Crash? It was overshadowed by the EAW Answers World Championship ELITE Triple Threat Match! EVEN ALEX ANDERSON FIGHTING FOR THE EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OUTSHINED YOU! Your little Cash in the Vault Match that gained you the opportunity to be the EAW Champion, you were the little hero that everyone cheered for, but no one cared after that night. They only cared that Mr. DEDEDE was the EAW World Heavyweight Champion, but I’m jealous of your career, right? Listen, I know that this match is hard for you to grasp. It’s challenging to allow yourself to see the reality that you’re not going to be able to get what you want out of this and stop believing your own hype, because it’s nonexistent now. It vanished when you vanished from the actions of Jamie O’Hara, which is why you had to fight to earn this opportunity, but people don’t look to you as the champion they want. Your counterpart, your rival, the man that took you out and the man you screwed out of being King of Elite, he’s the one that the people want to see be crowned the new World Heavyweight Champion AND I ALREADY PROVED WHO WAS THE BETTER MAN AGAINST HIM! Don’t fret too much about it, however, because you won’t have to worry about Jamie O’Hara or about being a champion this place deserves. At Reckless Wiring, it will be known to you what’s already been realized by the management, roster, and the fans of Dynasty.

The EAW World Heavyweight Championship already has the champion it deserves and it’s not someone that ruined his chance to even be it from the start, but someone that actually puts merit behind his words.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 9:09 pm by **The Heart Break Boy**

The only time you fail is the last time you try.

Enough is enough. The times of games being played are over. I’m going to bury this hatchet between myself and Devan Dubian by placing him back into his pitiful grave on Showdown with no souvenirs. Many people probably still share their opinions about the Heart Break Boy’s downfalls but that doesn’t even phase me. The only thing that matters is that I’m still the one they’re talking about while I’m away. And the little fans that I have left better get used to it because once I’m the Hall of Fame champion, my name will flounder around more and more. I have no question in my mind that “This is It.” I don’t think Devan Dubian cares about this match, that title or this industry anymore. He has given up after being very fortunate with defeating the Heart Break Boy on the week of his birthday. But now it’s time for the Golden Boy’s birthday. It’s the reunion of the Golden Era and if you thought that it ended right here, you better think again! That Hall of Fame Championship is going to look real nice on my trophy cases stacked with hundreds of accolades since birth. You see, ever since I was just little ole Heart Break Boy, I kept myself busy, I worked hard, I have EARNED everything given to me in life. Before I became that big star in EAW, I was just a middle man from ACW. But I kept trying. I have never given up. No matter the next trial that comes my way, I’m always going to pass the test. I’m going to look back at this moment compared to my younger days and smile on how much better that Hall of Fame Championship belt will look on me come Reckless Wiring. It doesn’t matter if the fans voted for this match to be five minutes or two minutes, I’m going to make sure that Devan Dubian doesn’t even strike a pin-fall. I’m not sure if fans are even engaged in this match because Devan is the guy that I always said he was. An absolute future EAW reject. He won’t last very long. His prestige and time to this company has run out when he dared accepted my match against him at Reasonable Doubt. And after his favored victory, “I have to go against the Heart Break Boy again! WHAT?!” Even your peers know it’s over for you, Devan. But you know what… I won’t become too big headed and not say that you will never get back into the game. You might come out of nowhere to brag and remind yourself all the time that you beat me. But of course, that’s not going to happen because you also know that death of your title reign is already set up.

Dynasty better thank me. Once I’m done ejecting that title off Showdown, I’m going to make sure that Dynasty management knows why I really call myself the show-stealer. Then maybe, just maybe they will grant their new Dynasty Hall of Fame Champion another world title match after Xavier is done losing. I will be more willing enough to make sure that Jacob Senn’s spotlight is overshadowed by my presence. Or MAYBE again, I should just prove all my doubters wrong by entering this year’s Grand Rampage and clap the chins of those men that will also enter. There are many choices and decisions to make. However, taking the hard way has always been the Heart Break Boy’s motto and I will still stand by it. Despite what people say about myself getting thrown chances because I know how to TAKE my opportunities instead of waiting. This chance is different and for the Heart Break Boy bringing back some gold under his platform yet again, the Grand Rampage trophy will fit perfect. Until then, I’m just going to take my seat, lift my legs onto my chair, eating popcorn by watching other matches at Reckless Wiring until Devan Dubian comes to life. Anyway, the whole moral of this thing is that even if he does come back to life, the reign of Dubian Devan as Hall of Fame champion is still DEAD. This IS the last time I try because it’s the time of the Heart Break Boy as your NEW Hall of Fame Champion.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 8:58 pm by **Laura Laine**

Empire Promo 01: “Merely a Setback”

“I have to admit, I lost last week. I was put into a Multi-woman match and had ended up getting overwhelmed with all the woman in the match and it ended with me getting tossed out in a mere ten minutes, unfortunate too. I will admit, I was the Darkhorse going into that match, everyone thought I was going to be the big surprise win, yet here's the thing, I have been the Darkhorse my entire life and I am used to that name, but it can still be used to my advantage in my opinion. Sure, I may have been eliminated by The Ava Sisters that week, but Consuela really needs to ask herself something, am I supposed to be seen as this generation's Haruna Sakazaki? Well, I know it seems kinda bitchy to answer to your question with another question but, do you really think I should be phased by making one simple mistake which lead to me missing my opportunity to become the next Empire Cup winner? No, but as you see, I stand before you still able to challenge myself and bring myself still back up on my feet and unlike Haruna, I see Malicious Intentions as merely a setback, a reminder to what happens when you don't focus the whole of your attention on one thing! That's why on Empire this week, my goal is just the same as anyone in my situation's should be, regain momentum! After all, with Cleopatra announcing a new tournament for a chance to face Brody Sparks for that Specialists Championship, I feel as if I have found a chance to do just that, I don't even have to win this thing, all I have to do is regain momentum and prove that Malicious Intentions, was just par for the course, mistakes were made I mean, I have no problem admitting that I lost my first match, yet Consuela, I’m afraid this time my comeback is going to be at your expense. I mean I will admit that I actually think you are a like a great competitor, but the more I see how much your sister tries to overshadow you and make it all about her, the more I come to realize you really are a puppet on a string. Waiting for the next trend to come in so that you can follow it. Guess that's just what makes us opposites, I’m more to say she won't be for against certain trends, but rather do her own thing and make my own name for herself. Though other than that, I have to admit that it's going to be thrilling making you submit, especially since when given the chance, I’ll be right back to the top in no time, so Consuela, Nevermind the Bollocks this Thursday, you're getting Laurafied!”

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 8:14 pm by **Anthony Leonhart**

ANTHONY LEONHART // A NEW BREED IS A RARE BREED.

Reckless Wiring - PROMO.

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[Anthony Leonhart in a street-themed cage with some people around it and he's in the center of the room. The EAW Royal Breed Champion is here with a completely different look than usual. Usually, he wears his prestigious championship belt on the waist and he has some luxurious three-pieces suit but this time, he has his hair wet, a black leather jacket, a black-tee shirt with the inscription « All Hail King Leonhart. A New Breed is Unleashed. », some jeans and his title being on his left shoulder, a new and unrecognizable man. A completely change for maybe the New Breed Champion. He's smiling at what the opponents said and he shows his dominance with an animalistic aura, very dominant like they were some sweaty fights in the place he's in.]

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ANTHONY LEONHART : A New Breed is a Rare Breed. A New Breed is a Rare Breed. And what's new and rare should be default mine, you understand ? That should be mine because I'm the A+ Player of this company right now. I am what you're don't, a perfect combination of royalty and aggressive attitude and if you don't remember, ask the New and Improved Mortimer Gotch, he felt it and it was not pretty, people thinks that I can't act by myself because I call myself a King. HECK NO YOU FOOLS.

It's my time. It's my time. IT'S MY DAMN TIME. And nobody will stop the game to be played my way. If you want to see the real Anthony Leonhart, you'd better vote for me for me as one competitor for the EAW New Breed Championship Match at Reckless Wiring. If you're not ready, I don't care. Because I am. I AM DAMN READY. Don't think that I slept on my luxurious couch at 3,000$ after my match at Friday Night Dynasty. NO NO NO and NO ! I trained myself very hard to have this new physique that you're looking that because you can't detach your eyes from it because it's damn impressive for you, you stupid fat buttholes of the EAW Universe wherever you're sitting in the arena or on your couch with your pack of beer and some chips on the right hand. You should be ashamed.

Nevermind. Let's talk on why I'm here today in my training room. Yes, this cage is my own and new performance center. This place is where I sweat, I bleed. Each and every day. Not like you fat chipmunks. This is here where I craft my new style. More impactful on your damn ass and if you choose me to compete where I should be by default, thanks to EAW Staff and all this vote thing and blablablablablabla...I will show you that I'm conditioned to KILL. CONDITIONED TO KILL EVERYONE'S GAME. The New Breed of Aggressive Excellence is here and you better call by this name now or King because if you're not doing it the way I say. I WILL KILL YOU ALL. I'M OFF THE CHAIN NOW. I'M OFF THE CHAIN AND I'm going against the Royal grail. AND I WILL KILL. EAW. KILL EAW. Piece by piece. Elitist by Elitist. Commentator by commentator if that needed to. And this belt that is on my shoulder is the EAW Attitude Heavyweight Championship. REMEMBER IT. And to make you believe that I'm super serious and a believable contender and believable future EAW New Breed Champion, I will show you my newest technique that will replace the Welcome to Paris thing because FUCK IT. I'M THAT DAMN GOOD. I'M THE MASTER AND RULER OF THE GAME. SO FUCK YOU. YOU AND YOU. YEAAAAAAAAAAAH !

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[After inflicting his new finishing maneuver to a random man that the street thugs gave him, Anthony Leonhart poses like a triumphant street king, lifting his EAW Attitude Heavyweight Championship belt high in the air watching the people acting like barking dogs conforting Anthony's desire to kill everyone. He's looking fierce and sweating because of the speech's intensity and right after, he drinks some water and spit it in front of the camera to tell that he's no limits from now on and he will show his true aggressive side and turns his back to the camera and can barely the back of his leather jacket with an inscription of on it who says, ARE YOU READY TO PLAY MY GAME ?]

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 8:07 pm by **Consuela Rose Ava**

I.

At the Grand Rampage for the Empire Cup, I had one mission and this was to show the world what Consuela Rose Ava was all about. As I ran down the ramp as your number three, I knew I was going to be in a disadvantage, but did I let that discourage me? Did I let that be the deciding factor to my failure? No, I did not. I took whatever the challenge was and I embraced it. Just like I have been embracing the maid jokes and I made sure that I was going to fight to stay alive. To say so myself, I thought I put out a fantastic performance which made me proud of myself. I stood against Coven girls, rookies and my own flesh and blood. Nothing stood in my way from gaining the Empire Cup. Just like Sophia Rose had said to me, I only had unpredictability as my advantage. People had to expect the unexpected. No one held the motion that I would make it to the final seven. To them, I was just another name in the pool of twenty-five women. Unlike my opponent for Empire, had little to no expectations. I might have been a favorite in some eyes, but no one was looking at me as the true winner. There was no one putting me on top of a pedestal saying that winning the Empire Cup would be my shining moment. Although, I was not considered the dark house of the entire Grand Rampage. That was all you, Laura Laine. The Empire Cup should have been yours. This was supposed to be your shining moment. This was supposed to separate you from the Amelies, Elenas and Megans. This was supposed to put you above the Azumis and Harunas. For a woman who started her career in such a high note, this should have been another victory against you. Sadly, you did what Haruna does every time there’s a golden opportunity look at her in the face—she drops the ball on it. She fails to capitalize on the opportunity. Is that who you want to end up as? Do you want to be another Haruna Sakazaki on Empire? Do you want to come to EAW and become the hottest talent on the roster? Only for you to fall flat on your face when the big opportunity comes? As you look at Haruna now, she has never recovered from her loss against Tarah Nova at Pain for Pride 9. Poor Tarah was the final coffin in Haruna’s dreams to ever become Vixens Champion. Sure, I may not be as established as Tarah, but it doesn’t take for an establish rookie to put a halt to your journey to the top. It could take one rookie such as myself to put a halt to another rookie’s journey. As I think back at all of my eliminations, it’s your dreadful exit from the Rampage that clouds my mind. Why is that, Laura? Is it because you had all the pressure in the world? Is it because the entire world was looking to see you eliminate someone shocking from the match? People were indeed looking at you as the rookie to beat. People were rooting on you to eliminate the likes of Cameron Ella Ava and Kendra Shamez. Instead, you let Cameron and I eliminate you from the match. There was barely any fight in you, Laura. You made eliminating you easier than expected. That’s disappointing coming from a woman with so much hype surrounding her. I wouldn’t be shocked if the hype died at the same moment Cameron and I threw you over the top rope. This was your golden opportunity to stand out from the pack of women and you failed to exceed anyone’s expectations. Your performance will not go on any record books. Your performance will be forgotten by Grand Rampage. Your performance at Malicious Intention was a slap to the face of people who placed your name on their brackets. It was a slap to the face of the viewers watching at home. Just like what you do with Kelly, you left us all unsatisfied with that performance. I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, but there is no one on this roster that is going to be forward with you. I’m blunt. I’m not afraid of the beating I’ll get in the ring against you because there is going to be no beating from you. From me? Well, let’s see how you step up against another rookie like myself? If you lose, I can see Cleopatra will not hesitate with putting you in matches against April Song and Amelie Larrieux for the rest of your career. Meanwhile with me? I’ll continue my mission to reach the top of Empire while the likes of you watch in envy.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 6:34 pm by **The High Rollerz**

(Jack Ripley can be seen standing by a trash can that’s lit on fire, like the homeless do to keep warm. David Davidson walks up to him.)

David: It’s hot as fuck in here why are you standing next to a fire?

Jack: Because David, I collected all the Interviewer shirts that he had in his mother’s basement, and I have thrown them in this here garbage can. They are a sin, and they must burn in hell. They can’t hurt anybody anymore…

David: You’re right, you must bask in the glow of your good deed.

Jack: Exactly, sure it’s like 200 degrees in here, but it feels good knowing that I did a good job.

David: Anyways, come on we have to go to this thing.

Jack: What thing? I didn’t sign up for a thing.

David: Come on Jack, to understand a LARPer, we need to go undercover, and “be larpers”.. Get inside the mind, and see how they think.

Jack: The fuck is a larper?

David: Something virgins do, NOW COME ON! HIGH ROLLERZ TRANSITION SEQUENCE!

(A High Rollerz logo flashes across the screen. When the camera comes back into focus we can see The High Rollerz dressed ridiculously in stupid larp attire, Jack isn’t feeling it; David isn’t too concerned about it. He’s too deep undercover to care.)

Jack: I feel stupid.

David: Oh come on lighten up, it’s just for research; who knows this may be fun.

(A child runs up and stabs an unsuspecting David Davidson in the stomach)

Child Larper: Ha Ha got you!

(David is in disbelief...could his larping dreams be over at the hands of a child? David gets really mad and tries to chase the kid down, but has trouble in doing so with his certified larping boots)

David: YOU SON OF A BITCH, I’LL KILL YOU!!! FOR REAL TOO!

(Jack holds David back as the kid gets away)

David: What the hell is wrong with that little rascal, we haven’t even signed up yet. He dumb? Yeah he dumb.

Jack: Probs… I think the sign up booth is over there.

(Jack points over to a booth that says sign up booth)

David: Nah, we do not need to sign in. We are world class athletes. We are champions! We are celebrities. We do not wait in lines. It is what we do. It is in our blood!

Jack: Oh… I mean, I think in order to win officially, we need to sign in. Otherwise we’re just assaulting people.

David: How do you know this? How do you know all these steps and rules?

Sign In Person: Actually, he is right. You do have to sign in to participate in this event. Names?

Jack: SHUT UP SWINE. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE CUTTING INTO OUR PRIVATE CONVERSATION, AND TRY TO MAKE MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD SEEM LIKE A FOOL??!! HUH???! THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS HE HOLDS MORE BRAIN POWER IN HIS PINKY TOE, THAN YOU DO IN YOUR WHOLE BODY… I am a hot potato right now. I’m ready where do we sign.

(David takes the pen and signs his and Jack’s names on the person’s forehead to feel all tough and stuff, you know?)

Jack: You forged my signature! Do you not know what this means?

David: Look, I am living life on the edge lately. Just yesterday I had a hit and run accident, after I rolled a chair over the unconscious body of the interviewer. I mean, I am a champion now, I get away with stuff.

Jack: Well I mean… No one cares about him, you wouldn’t get in trouble for anything you do to him. But I get what you mean! I should start living more dangerous too!

(Jack looks around looking for some activity he deems as dangerous. He crouches down on the ground and picks up some dirt. He’s not sure where he’s going with this, but he turns to the person that is at the sign up booth, and throws the dirt in his eyes. The guy falls to the ground and squirms in pain.)

Jack: AHHH FEELS GOOD TO LIVE DANGEROUS!! I FEEL ALIVE!

(Camera transition fades again, only to be brought back with David and Jack in the field of battle, not really caring about what’s going on around them)

Jack: David, I know your trusty fire poker is your weapon of choice, but I don’t think you can use that here.

(Guy runs viciously at them, Jack without looking at the dude pokes him with his sword and the guy flails to the ground, dead.)

Jack: What’s wrong with that guy?

David: Oh.. You killed him

Jack: Good, he deserved it.

David: Le sigh

Jack: Le sigh?

David: le sigh

Jack: Why le sigh?

David: I’m sooo boreeeedddd

Jack: I mean I told you this is lame

David: All we do is poke dudes with a foam sword, and they die.. Woo Hoo so exciting… SARCASM

Jack: I know, this isn’t even difficult, most of these virgins are like out of shape 40 year olds… Or children.

David: I thought you had to be like 16 to sign up or something…

(A very short human runs at them, David gives him a big boot to the face… Jack lightly taps him in the chest.. He’s knocked out for real)

Jack: Then what the hell was that?

David: Goblin?

Jack: Now that you mention it all these guys look like goblins, or some sort of deformed creatures. Notice how I said guys, because there's no females.

David: Being undercover is hard.

Jack: How many people have we killed?

David: I don’t know, doesn’t seem like many virgin goblins are left

Jack: Oh.. There’s a castle… They really go all out with this stupid crap

(The camera turns around and you can see a cardboard cutout castle)

David: Le sigh

Jack: Since when do you know french by the way?

David: I bought this book called.. The dictionary? I think it’s called, well it turns out it was in french, and you know, I’ve picked up a thing or two

Jack: Very impressive

David: Hey- Hey…

Jack: Hi

David: No.. I was doing...a thing.

Jack: Oh..

David: Oh..

Jack: Go on…

David: K.. So wouldn’t it be funny if these nerds had like a King in that castle or something. King of the nerds!

Jack: That would be hilarious!

David and Jack: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

(The drawbridge to the castle starts being drawn down.. And the King, makes his way to the battlefield)
Jack: What…

David: The…

Jack and David: Fuck…

(The camera starts at the feet, and makes its way up to the pudgy center stomach.. Higher it goes, until it reaches his shirt, which is actually an Interviewer shirt! This can’t be a good sign. The camera continues up until it gets to the face… The face… OF THE INTERVIEWER)

Interviewer: Kneel before your king…. Wait, HEY GUYS!!! I DIDN’T EXPECT TO SEE YOU TWO HERE!!!

David: Of fucking course. And actually, we were expecting you here all along. You seem like the kind of guy to partake in such activities.

Interviewer: Do not talk down to your king. I am undefeated when it comes to the art of combat.

David: Oh, don’t say combat. This isn’t combat. This is nothing to be proud of. This is like being the “undefeated” jouster who fought Kelly. You are the king of the nerds. Your family is really disappointed in you. I am disappointed in you. Jack are you disappointed?

Jack: Oh.. Yeah… Well, no, it’s expected out of someone like him. I think everyone’s past being disappointed, and just at the… Eh whatever stage. Still shocked he actually has a family by the way.

David: Yeah, not sure why they would claim him.

Interviewer: OK OK OK OK OK OK...ENOUGHHHHHH!!! I’ve had enough of you two making fun of me and making me feel bad about myself. I can barely sleep at night because your words haunt me at night!

(Interviewer shows off his sword skills, flipping it all around, trying to impress the High Rollerz, but they aren’t. David yawns and Jack checks his phone)

Interviewer: WELCOME TO MY WORLD BITCHES!!!

Jack: What the hell is he doing?

David: He’s trying to impress us or something

Jack: Huh? Oh… No not him, talking about my phone. Trending on twitter, Donald Trump, wondering what he’s doing now. Always something, am I right?

Interviewer: You have wasted the king’s time long enough. Which one of you will accept my challenge and fight me for my kingdom?

David: Ummm, sure why not. I shall fight you and beat you in front of your little friends. They probably have to get back to work soon anyways and sell those timeshares.

Jack: David.. David…. Here, take my foam sword. Again, I don’t think you can use the fire poker.

David: FIIIINE!!!!

(The interviewer charges at David with his sword and kills him.)

Interviewer: HA, I win.

David: Nope, I set up a force field.

Jack: True, he’s got you there Interviewer. HAHA you don’t even know the rules of your own game! What an idiot.

Interviewer: That is not how this wor-

(Before the interviewer can even finish his sentence, David reaches into his sock and pulls out a playing card and he throws it at the interviewer.)

David: EXPLODING CARD BOMB!!! BLEW YOU UP! YOU LOSE!

Interviewer: Wait, what?

Jack: Hey, stop talking, you are dead.

(The interviewer gets all sad and falls to the ground, pretending to be dead.)

David: Hey, stop blinking, you are dead!

(David and Jack sit at the top of the “castle” and looks at all the dead bodies, before looking at the camera again.)

Jack: Well that was stupid and pointless…

(All the dead bodies come back to life, and start huzzahing the king, or whatever they used to do when a new king happened)

David: Ok I’m taking this stupid crap off

Jack: Same

(They take off the Larping clothes, to reveal that they’ve been wearing three piece suits underneath the entire time.)

Jack: Much better, now my wife will able to bang me. Anyways, Finn talked, and what did he say? A bunch of stupid shit. He has a preference of what he would like our match to be, because he’s a pure wrestler. Well that’s funny, because we don’t care what kind of a match it is, all we know is that whatever it is, we’ll win. It’s as simple as that. You telling us that you hope it’s not a falls count anywhere match, or a Glass Tables match is telling us that you’re not very tough. You can’t handle anything other than something technical. While us? We’re chameleons, we can adapt to any match that they throw at us. You know why? Because we’re the champions. We’re the best team in this entire company, we’re the best team that has ever stepped foot in this company, and that’s what winners do. You sound like a little bitch to be honest. Oh, I hope it’s not a hard match that I might get hurt in, WAAAAAAAAAAHHH, shut up. You’re not fit to be a champion, just sit back and take this L just like your partner did, and will continue to do if he ever decides to talk back at us. This is your world, this whole Larp shit, and look what we did, we won the whole thing. But does that make us knights? Do knights really exist anymore? Nope, unless you count that fat balding slob over there eating a hot dog a knight. You seem upset that we don’t have any respect for you Finn, again sounding that you need to curl up next to your favorite stuffed animal, and have a good cry. Why would we take you seriously? I mean just listen to what we said to Kelly, and you can see why. You spent the entire “press conference”.. that I’m sure you paid for, whining, and complaining, about stipulations, and having no respect, and then at the end you want to call us out?

We’re right here, we’re not afraid of you. We actually expected to see you two losers here, but surprisingly you weren’t. Kelly is too busy jousting other men on horses to be here I guess. That’s cool, he can joust with anybody he pleases. I prefer jousting with vagina if you know what I mean… Well one vagina, my wife’s… Anyway that’s not important right now. You know what really pissed me off about what you said? You agree with us that you haven’t beat anyone of importance here, or anyone at all for that matter. But you go on to say you’ll be taking on challengers from Voltage and Showdown, and that you will create competition that has never been seen before…. Like what? What the hell are you talking about? How would you becoming champions create new teams? That makes no sense. Oh, well knight of the stone age… or whatever you’re called, are champions now, guess we have to be a team now. If that did happen, that would only show that people don’t take you seriously, because they think that you’re so easily beatable that they can randomly team up with anyone and take these titles from you. But thankfully that’s not going to happen, because you’re not beating us. You think we haven’t tried to have better competition? There’s nothing we can do about it, I mean we’re being forced to go up against you two this week, that’s how bad the division is at this time. The fact that you two, a team that’s had like one match together ever, is number one contenders for the Tag Team Championships, is absolutely pathetic. We’ve done more for these titles than anyone in recent memory. We destroyed Matt Squared, and Stuffed Crust, and now we’re going to destroy you. Yeah, sure you can say they weren’t real competition, but with the dates between the matches, it’s pretty impressive. We are fighting champions, I mean that match with Stuffed Crust just happened 2 weeks ago. Now we’re up against another team that doesn’t deserve this match. It’s sad really, clearly you two aren’t ready for this, and we’re going to expose you for the untalented piles of shit that you are. After we do that, then what? You wasted a golden opportunity so quick in your career, it’s going to take you a long, long while to get back to where you are now. So Finn, you can have your boring press conference that no one cared to see. All of your speeches that include you speaking for no longer than 3 sentences at a time. You’re not much of a talker, I get it, you do your talking in the ring. But the few words you chose to use against us, weren’t very smart or thought out. And unfortunately for you, our bite is much worse than our bark… Or at least on the same level. Just imagine what we’re going to do once we get in that ring with you, you two over hyped piles of crap. We’ve already exposed you, and your world for nothing more than a fairy tale land that has no business being in the wrestling ring. We took out all your comrades, nothing left to do, but take you out. Keep dreaming of “bringing prestige” to these belts, because that’s not needed. Me and David are already doing that, and much more. We’ll bring the prestige, while you can just try and give us a good match. I know that’ll be hard with you being so overmatched, but for the fans, you can give it the old college try.

(David looks at Jack and tries to calm him down)

David: Okay Jack, I see you! That was very well said! Now Finnegan, from my short time of observing you and your mannerisms, you act as if you are some well-trained and innocent puppy. Complimenting Japan and it’s culture time and time again. Pandering to the crowd like there is no tomorrow! That act got old real quick At a certain point...actually, I would say early on, it became cringeworthy. It was just too much. You were actively trying to garner their sympathy, and of course, their respect. Perhaps earn it with your performance in the ring and not your words, hmm? You see, you want to be liked so badly, I can tell. YOU CRAVE ACCEPTANCE! Whereas us? I don’t really care. I am not going to take my attitude or personality and crumple it into a ball and try to jam it into someone else’s ideal mold like a square peg trying to squeeze in a round hole...in order to help with our popularity. It doesn’t matter. We have the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships. That’s what matters. Just look at them Finn! Aren’t they beautiful? No, no touching you creep! You will never touch this title, Finn. You will only be able to look at it from an arm’s length...or dream about it, take your pick. Must suck, huh? To want something so bad, but you know deep down, you will never be able to have it. I wish I knew that feeling so I could relate, but I don’t. Yay me! But moving on, I know my best friend already touched on this, but what was the point of you giving such an in-depth analysis on the three stipulations, other than to fish for votes? It was a sad sight to see. Like a homeless man begging for spare change in front of a 7-Eleven. And it’s cute how you backtrack so much. One moment you are saying the glass tables match is the one you fear the most! Yes, you used the word fear. What a poor choice of a word, in my opinion, but oh well. And then a few seconds later, you try to puff out your chest and say if the fans do vote for this stipulation, you will just shrug it off and bring your A game no matter what! Yeah, okay. You do that Finn!

Now as for The High Rollerz, we don’t care which option the fans choose, like I said yesterday. But I can tell why you would want a 2 out of 3 falls match. It’s because just about every 2 out of 3 falls match in EAW history has gone to three rounds. It gives you hope. And if by some small fluky chance you get one of the three falls, you know, the same kind of way you beat Moongoose last week...you think it will ease the pain of you losing the match. “We won one fall, we should get a rematch!” No, come Saturday, this is your chance. Treat it like it’s your ONLY shot at these titles, because it very well could be. I was going to leave this towards the end, but I suppose I should say it now. When you do lose at Reckless Wiring, I don’t want to hear any excuses. NONE! I don’t want to hear you or Kelly say some typical bullshit like “9 out of 10 times, we would beat them with ease”...like every other loser in this company tend to say when they fail. I mean. I don’t blame them for trying to find any little thing that they can find and use it to blame their loss on. “The arena was too cold!” “I had a slight cough, so I wasn’t at 100 percent.” I was distracted by the large chested woman in the front row!” “My dog ate my game plan!” None of that. Do you understand me? Good! What a relief!

You probably don’t realize this, but your words have no meaning. They are hollow. The words that come out of your mouth are just there to gas you up. Saying things like “I will earn their respect after I best them”,,,no. You are not earning our respect and you are certainly not “besting us.” Get your shit together, Finnegan. Open your eyes and realize the situation you are in. A situation that you are destined to lose in. The best outcome you and Kelly can hope for is having a “good showing.” So then the commentators can give their standard praise to the losers of the match and try to spin it by making it seem like the match was close, when in reality, we were sitting at the finish line as soon as the bell rang. Another thing that bothered me is when you said you would be fighting champions. What are you insinuating? Are you saying we aren’t fighting champions? Surely, I must be mistaken because we are the definition of a fighting champion. Have we ever told a team no, when they have challenged us? Nope. Not even when that team clearly didn’t deserve a title shot in the first place...whether it is Stuffed Crust or The Knights of the Dawning. And like Jack mentioned earlier, if you were to win these titles, how would you create competition in the tag team division? Oh that’s right, with you two buffoons holding these titles, all kinds of teams would come out of the woodwork and feast on the scraps that is TKOTD. Most elitists are smart, Finn. Most, not all, since sadly, there are still some delusional men and women in this federation, like yourself. But even those men know that as long as these titles are around our waists, they know better not to challenge us. Nah, they are currently waiting in the weeds for the time being. Hoping, PRAYING, that some team puts an end to our reign! I guess you could say they are waiting for their knights in shining armor, right? But oh how those two knights will fall from their horses and get trampled on. Oh and before I forget, as for your little press conference invitation on the day of Reckless Wiring...you can shove it.

But hey, congrats on your first title match and FPV appearance!!

Unfortunately, it’ll also be your last.

(David and Jack laugh for a few seconds, before the interviewer interrupts them.)

Interviewer: Hey guys, I just got word that Kelly also responded to what you had to say.

Jack: BE QUIET, YOU ARE DEAD!

David: You ruin everything, interviewer!!! As for Kelly, we shall respond and further embarrass you either later tonight or tomorrow. I just really hope that this time, you put actual thought into your choice of words. If not, then I suggest you delete your video and start from scratch. Thank you.

(The camera fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 6:10 pm by **showster26**

Voltage promo #1

Wednesday, 1:31 A.M., Location Unknown

(The scene opens in a small, dark room. Dark enough to just barely notice the stains on the wall.)

???: “And so begins the path towards the great war. The one brought forth by Zack Crash. I have done what I could to awaken him, to bring him to his senses that he might be spared. And now his choices shall determine his fate. Shall he serve the ones who have called him, Or shall he be crushed under their feet for his disobedience. For though he has been purged of this world, and of the life that had bound him to the terrible fate that awaited it, he still holds deep within his heart, weakness. He still holds on to the one creature that is the most stubborn of all. He holds on to his vanity.”
(The Camera pans over to reveal the sinister face and bloodshot eyes of Solomon Caine, who stares with an intense expression on his face as he continues his to speak.)

Caine: “: “Vanity, how a great many have fallen because of it. How a mass of souls have met a fate of unspeakable horrors, because their minds where twisted by it. And you Parker Michael, You are the next who shall be consumed and swallowed whole by vanity. For they have told me of you Michaels. The ones who have sent me have whispered in my ears about all the heinous deeds you wish to commit before their sight. Fore though you are unknown before the eyes of men, My masters have seen all that the wickedness that your heart desires. They have seen how you wish to steal away glory that rightfully belongs to them, and horde it for yourself. They have told me of the great boasting you speak of yourself, how you claim that you are the one whom the eyes of the world should fall upon, that you are the voice whom the lost should listen for.
They have told me of how your ego has perverted your thinking, and how even now it is making you dismiss my words as nonsense. I tell you now that my words are not the rambling of a fool, but a warning and proclamation of you damnation at the hour they have chosen!

Oh yes Parker, for though you are young they already see just how corrupt you are, they have seen just how you have become another heathen who spreads his infectious disease and perverts the hearts and minds of the masses. They have seen how you proclaim yourself a king, when you are nothing but filth. And my masters have no place for a wretch like you in their glorious reign. So at the hour they have chosen they shall lay down their wrath upon you Parker, just as they have to so many others who have doubted them as you have. They shall strike you with an affliction of unspeakable woe. One that you shall carry with you for the rest of your miserable days. So do as you may please Parker Michaels, drink an ocean’s worth of your choice, eat till you have had more than your fill, lay with as many harlots who would have you, for when my masters pour out the full measure of their punishment upon you, nothing shall quench your thirst, nor fill your belly, nor satisfy you flesh. All that this world can offer shall never sooth or comfort you in all the days you walk upon this earth. And so shall it be until the end of ages, until the day of the flood of fire!

For they have seen the poison that you wish to spread about to the masses that they might turn their eyes to you. And the ones who have sent me have decreed that like a weed that must be rooted out, so too must you before your venom spreads out. That is why you must be made to suffer, for you must be made an example of, and the world must watch how the once promising future was ended before it even began. The world shall see and hear of your misery Parker, and the world shall know that it was the work of my masters!

This is your fate Parker, this is the ultimate destiny that lays in wait before you. They shall bring you to your knees Parker, and cry out for their forgiveness. But in turn all you shall receive is to be eaten alive by the flames they are sending. You shall burn along with this world that you so cherished Parker. You shall turn to ash alongside the masses as the flood of flames runs thru the streets and lays waste to all that it comes across!

Hear my words Parker, know that they are truth, for all this has been told to me by my masters, and it must be so.”

THE END.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 6:06 pm by **Kitten**

Empire #1

-The camera fades into an American bar; it’s deserted aside from a ravishing woman sat on a stool at the bar; she drinks from a half glass of wine, she smiles at the camera as she begins to speak.-

“Once upon a time in Jacksonville, Florida. I was at the bar, alone, drinking by myself and minding my own business. I had just come back from a Joshi tour; so I just felt that I needed to get some American air in my lungs, feel like I was really was back home again. It was quiet on a Friday; I didn’t recognise anyone and no one recognised me, just the way I like it. Red wine- the Italian in my blood rejoiced; as I kept myself to my thoughts I started to realise that, I was the only woman in that Jacksonville bar. If I was still eighteen, ha! If I was eighteen I wouldn’t be able to tell you what I’d do”

-Gaby winks, with only a slight grin-

“It doesn’t matter if you’re white, black, Asian or a granny; it doesn’t compute to pigs. “A hole's a hole” to them” -Gaby shakes her head in disgust- “I didn’t catch his name at the time but let’s just say his name was Jerry; Jerry was average as average could get- possibly even below average with this white and blue flannel shirt tucked into worker pants complete with the ever so “attractive” crew cut. Jerry was drunk and ugly. “Heya gal!” he says “Wanna go to the back?” his friends, almost like pathetic school children, giggle, equally drunk as Jerry and probably just a unintelligent sit at their table. I turned to the barman for assistance, great, he’s chatting to a couple of other dudes. Jerry’s still there, swaying- his slobber just missing my cardigan, I turned to him “Wanna go back to your seat?”, the children stopped giggling and Jerry stopped swaying, he leant on the counter that had seen better days “What was that love?” he mutters, his saliva soaked in alcohol as I try my very best to not smash a chair over his head. I looked up to him with the most innocent smile I could possibly muster “Can you fuck off, please?” the bar went silent and the anger behind his blue eyes was boiling.”

“I left that bar, on that Jacksonville Friday night, I left it in a state; a state of chaos, bodies and blood. I was reminded I am home; I have to deal with reality and it’s hate, it’s anger and despair that occupies our modern world. I had finished the chapter of the rising sun, so now it’s time to start writing again; once upon a time, there was a princess- a warrior like no other, she was fierce but kind and never was one to back down from a fight. I am Gabrielle DeLion; I write my own destiny and live life the only way I know. The world has too many Jerry’s- I am natural selection and La Diva? You’ve been selected for elimination!”

-The woman’s fierce eyes and her sullen jaw retract themselves allowing a sweet chuckle and flutter of eyelids “Until next time my sweeties!” the camera slowly fades out from the bar to black-

Re: EAW Promoz! March 7th 2017, 4:40 pm by **Sir Killian Charlamagne**

“Cry Thunder”

(Reckless Wiring Promo II)

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(The scene opens up to a dimly lit room as EAW Elitist Sir Kelly Hackenschmidt stands with his hands behind his back. He wore a black buttoned up shirt and blazer, his long blonde hair out away from any hair ties, he looked up to the camera. In front of him however was a table with which showed off three sheets of cloth.)

“There seems to be quite the theme this week with Reckless Wiring, and that theme is choice. You see, this Saturday the fans will vote in many different stipulations for matches this week. One match in which the EAW fanbase has to vote in their choices for who will enter a multi man match for The New Breed Championship but in every other match it's a matter of stipulation between them. For example, Sir Finnegan and I’s quest to retrieve those Tag-team titles from the Sin City Scoundrels themselves! But in terms of choices, let us look at the options shall we?”

(Sir Kelly takes one hand out and unravels the cloth to reveal a piece of paper with the words ”Two Out of Three Falls Match.” written in cursive.)

“Let's start with my personal favorite of these three stipulations, The two out of three falls match! Sure, it might not be as endurable as an Iron Man match on the regular, but in my eyes, with the game that these High Rollerz were talking these past few days, I feel as if it may very well be an Iron Man match between the four of us! Yet here's the thing you need to know about myself and Sir Finnegan, one of the reasons why us teaming up is significant to us is that one of many things that we have in common other than being both big Dragonforce fans and having spent every hour of our careers to prove that we are the best wrestlers amongst this whole new generation of talent here in EAW is; that no matter how that match starts, no matter how far the match goes and no matter the stipulations of the match; the longer it goes, the more and more it shifts to our favor! As our wounds recover and our opponents can't dish out any more pain, you come to realize, that much of our endurance comes right back to haunt our opponents by the end of the day! It bounces straight back and right now, come a two out of three falls match, a point is to be proven and I come out to the top of the roster with a chance to put myself and Sir Finnegan's name on EAW’s websites, on posters for Friday Night Dynasty! All because David Davidson and Jack Ripley couldn't take the endurance of two Holy Knights trying to reclaim the holy Land on a long perilous crusade! And on Saturday, our crusade will end in nothing more than sheer and undisputed victory! And if we have to make the both of you tapout twice to do it, then I shall not hesitate to do so, nor should Sir Finnegan hesitate!”

(Sir Kelly uses his other hand to lift up the second frame at the center. On it, the piece of paper wrote “Falls Count Anywhere”. After revealing it, Sir Kelly continued to pace back and forth looking up at the camera)

“Chaos undivided. That is the best way to explain a tag-team falls count anywhere match. Meaning, I don't even have to pin you or make you tap right inside that ring to do it. Sure, Sir Finnegan may be hesitant to use weapons in a match such as this, yet I? Well, let just say Sir Finnegan was right about me not wanting to hold back! After all, nothing is going to stop me from taking a grip of those belts, I refuse to even let anything come close to an attempt at it! Because sure, weapons may not be my forte, but at the same time so many things are legal in this match, not just weapons, nor just hardcore underhanded tactics! But some things that are legal are such things as rope breaks and other tricks that involve us putting you both through psychological and physical pain that stretches your body worse than even the one who trained you in this profession had! I could wrap one of your arms around one of the ring corners and dislocate a shoulder or two and the ref would be powerless to stop it! I could lock your body up in the ropes and hold you in position while all that the authority figures would be able to do would be wait for the one I lock in to tap out. That really isn't much of a problem for me, and part of me knows with Sir Finnegan’s versatility, he’ll realize that he can do the same! Sure you may argue that you could do the same, yet when you create a submission hold, the first thing you gotta do is find a way out of it so that when the day comes that an opponent decides to use your move against you, you know what it takes to counter into the hold and even if you're lucky enough to create the perfect hold, you’ll be able to reverse it straight into another submission hold that makes the pain bounce right back to your opponent! It's why the figure four is such a famous submission hold! It's because of the pain it puts on your legs and how a simple reversal can bring all the pain back on the one who applied it. That's why I always bring it onto myself to provide that I make sure Sir Kelly is the greatest Wrestler the Red brand has to offer! And with no limitations of where I can make someone submit, I feel as if a falls count anywhere is just as much our advantage as say a two out three falls match! And the more you come to think about it, the more it is true!”

(Sir Kelly stopped his pacing at the back of the table and clears his throat, keeping his hands behind his back as always.)

“And now comes perhaps the hardest of these three match stipulations in my humble opinion. And I say the word humble lightly seeing as though Sir Kelly is many things, but humble is far from one of them! A match that comes from Dynasty Free-Per-View House of Glass and has become quite the staple with The Red Brand as of late, especially since you may very well get a peek at it here at Reckless Wiring!”

(Sir Kelly places his hand on the top of the cloth as he reveals another frame containing a piece of paper which read “Glass Tables”. Sir Kelly placed both his hands behind his back and glared directly at the camera.)

“Now, I won't lie to EAW and say that a Glass Tables match is not the hardest challenge for myself and Sir Finnegan and I. But that's mostly because I am very much aware of it, but am I phased by that? Nah man. Instead Sir Finnegan and I both always find a way to bring out versatility to who you both really are! Besides, Sir Finnegan and I both like to embrace a challenge! Especially when it comes to finding a new way to defeat your opponents. This ladies and gentlemen is the kind of match where your opponent doesn’t have to be pinned or submitted in the ring. While I do admit there is much more of a thrill to having your opponent in a submission hold and watching tap as they know that they are nothing short of defeated, I will do everything in my power to insure my victory as one half of your next EAW Tag-team Champions! And despite Sir Finnegan’s style being more technically sound as opposed to my own higher speed and higher energy style, there is still the fact that the both of us can easily put you through a glass table such as the one standing in front of me right now! I could set you up on the table and put you through the table just as you are knocked out. Or I could just lift you up from a top rope and hit a little move I have dubbed Operation Ground and Pound. But, I don’t want to reveal any other major secrets that may bring a new strategy into effect! After all, the two of you really are quite cunning, I’ll give you that. But, there are some things that really did catch my eye, for example, Davidson, you said before that cannot and will not be pinned or submitted. Yet, you never and I mean seriously said anything about you refusing to go through a glass table.”

(Sir Kelly winked for the camera before walking up to be in front of the camera.)

“Now, as for Davidson, there seems to be quite a lot that needs to be addressed between you two. Now, if you really are missing the point aren’t you? For one, Matt Squared was really showing signs of division way before your match, meanwhile, Sir Finnegan and I don’t really show signs of anything close to a breakup. I mean, sure, Moongoose McQueen did try to actually make some cracks between the two of us himself, but in fact if anything, we’re more of a unit than absolutely anyone in this tag-team division probably ever will be! That is unless Haruna and Azumi are considered eligible to become the next EAW Tag-team Champions right after we’re done picking up the scraps of this division! As for me jousting for fun? Well, sure the metaphor was weak, but you have to admit one thing, it is the superior hobby to trying too hard to harass a journalist. You could easily make a drinking game or in my case, a toking game over how many unoriginal homosexual jokes they made these past couple of days on camera. Not trying to be PC or anything, I just think it’s unoriginal. But then again you would want the fanbase to be convinced that the cliche humor has some ground to it, but I don’t see it at all, honestly however, if I were gay, would these fans care? No. But even then it ain’t true simply because I am happily engaged and rather enjoy the company of my fiance, thus once again proving that people will manipulate the truth to get their opinions heard. But you might be thinking that’s bullschmidt, though if you want proof of people only showing the facts they want you to see in order to make their opinion stand out, I can do very much the same! In fact, one half of that newly formed King’s Guard that Tiberius has going for him had crossed paths with me that same fortnight before, and you wanna know what happened? Drake Jaeger, being the ungrateful bastard he was, had tasted the power of the mighty excalibur and ended up cowering away behind his army of Lolita Groupies and not willing to admit that he was defeated. I mean, I’ll give you the fact that I lost to TLA, but guess what? The guy I mentioned before, TLA, he and I have one thing in common, in the scorn of defeat and any sort of minor setback, we are both going right back on our feet and ready to take on the next challenge! And that is one of the things I respect about TLA, and why he whether or not he is entering first or last in the Grand Rampage is my personal pick to win it all! Simply because Sir Finnegan and I are too busy defending our newly one EAW Unified Tag-team Championships! Though as for Moongoose McQueen losing to Sir Finnegan? Well, he made a really grave mistake, focusing too much on me and letting Sir Finnegan take advantage! Kind of a similar site isn’t it? But, the past aside, I have to admit, although you practically abandoned the rules of Dungeons and Dragons last episode of Showdown, you actually quite clearly foreshadowed your fate at Reckless Wiring. How? Well, it’s simple, all the honor you have built up slaying the goblins in the past is going to bring you to the end of your feet once you have entered the ring against myself and Sir Wakefield! I mean yeah, sure, I’m perfectly aware that we aren’t on an HBO Television show or not in the World of Warcraft, But! That does not mean I cannot strike down my opponents with the righteous fury that a Paladin of the Holy Order should!”

(Sir Kelly placed his hands together in front of him as the camera tilted to look up at Sir Kelly.)

“You see, Davidson, Ripley, you two have something Sir Finnegan and I want, and we go for something we want, nothing in all of Midgard is going to make us more determined than when something we have our eyes set on is right there, ripe for the taking! And High Rollerz, if you like to gamble, I’ll tell you I’m your man, you win some and you lose some, it’s all a game to me, but, I’m afraid this isn’t going to be much like your name suggests, a game of chance! But even then still this little binge of Motorhead lyrics still follows some truth! After all, in this ring the pleasure is still to play, and it makes no difference what you say! Only difference my friend, unfortunately that Ace of Spades has found it’s way to the bottom of the deck! And right now, Sir Finnegan and I have, and no pun intended, A royal flush! So I would watch your back, because unlike Matt Miles, I ain’t going to let my silence go on like the both of you would want me to! I mean, let’s face it, if I went silent, we all know you would have this match won! Yet The Paladin of Providence kneels to no one! And by the end of the match, whether it be you being down for that three count, being forced with no other choice to tap out or with one of you being placed through a glass table, all you’ll be able to do after is scream the words; Holy Scccchmmmiddt!”

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