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Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 8:47 pm by **Victor Maero**

PFP Promo 5: Spirit

“Two more days. Two more days before our war comes to its conclusion.” Maero lays back on the edge of the metal roof. He peeks down at the long drop below him and licks his lips before looking back to the sky. “It’s been a quite the fight. Everyone has shown their metal and then some. There won’t be a single weak man in the ring at Pain for Pride. Not a single man is here by chance and not a single one plans on letting up. I’m just excited to split some heads. I’ll certainly attempt to get the case, but that’s a secondary objective. Perhaps in the heat of the moment that’ll change, but for now I want to focus on breaking bones. That’s just who I am. I was born with this inside me and as much as I love it, don’t we all want to be normal to some extent?” Maero spins and dangles his feet off the edge of the building.

“To have a nine to five job, to just relax. To have a normal wife and normal kids. Instead, I was given this- this… demon. As much as I hate it sometimes, I gotta say, ten out of ten. Would recommend to a friend. I’d love to find enjoyment in craps or drinking heavily, instead, I get my kicks from, well, kicks. There’s no vaccine for what I am. Not cure for the darkness in my heart and the devil in my head. But I’ll be honest, I’d have no idea how to live if I was normal. Violence is so ingrained into my being, it just gets my blood pumping in a way nothing else can. If I had an addiction I’d say that’s it. I’m addicted to the sounds, the screams, and wails. I’m addicted to the feeling, feeling blood flow over my fingers and bones crack beneath my feet. I’m addicted to the taste, the meaty taste that turns metallic as blood stains my teeth red. I’m addicted to the sights, seeing broken bloody men all around me and watching bones snap in two. I’m addicted to violence and at Pain for Pride, I’ll get my fix.” Maero hops to his feet and walks across the line between the roof and the long fall onto the golden earth below him. As the sun lowers it paints the sky gold and pink.

“Every word, every choice, every movement will matter in this war. All six of our worlds will collide in a bloody explosion at Pain for Pride. Six men will enter, five men will leave, well five men and a legend. I’m going to put everything into this match, I will climb the ladder. Whether I jump onto someone below me or grab the case is yet to be decided. I’ll let my instincts have some input on that one. But, as Dick Kickem would say, it’s time to chew ass.” Maero turns to the abyss below him and squats. A smile crosses his face as he watches cars fly across the road in the distance.

“TLA. Believe me, I didn’t mean that you didn’t work for where you are. See, in my quest to be anything but basic I accidentally ordered a Pumpkin spice Latte when I said nobody else worked for where they are. When I joined EAW you were one of the people that I thought were on a level I’d never reach. But now I stand face to face with you. I stand face to face with heroes, legends, and gods. The weirdest part? It doesn’t scare me. I never thought I’d make it here, I’m still shocked I made it. Fighting you is an honor, I promise that I’ll make it worthwhile. I’ll make sure you see what I can do, I’ll take some time out of my busy day to try and smash your face in. You’re welcome. Jokes aside, I can’t wait to go nuts with you. I’m excited to have a chance to send you through a ladder and vice versa. I fight with honor, I fall with honor. So bring it TLA, bring everything you’ve got. Come and break me, I’ll enjoy every second. So come on, let’s get savage.” Maero hops backward onto the metal roof and walks to the stairs. He begins descending them as he speaks.

“Nico Borg. Listen, I respect what you do as a wrestler. You’re impressive really. But what you fight for is bunk. This whole world is devoid of love. Those that love are full of doubt and those that hate are full of determination. We don’t deserve a loving god. Nor do we deserve a destructive god, we have enough destruction on our own. The Middle East, the Holocaust, the hundreds of school shootings that happen in America every year. Does that seem like something a good God would let happen? And does that make his world seem like it’s worthy of a God? We are dust in a dark, cold, unforgiving universe. We come from star stuff and that’s what we’ll go back to. Whatever happens in between is up to us. So don’t waste your fucking time with an imaginary friend that does nothing but take. Bottom line? As you’d say, your chances of winning this match are as high as a camel making it through the eye of a needle..” Maero walks into the main expanse of the of a makeshift warehouse. Hundreds of boxes line the walls. Maero runs his hands across the boxes as he walks.

“Keelan, Keelan, Keelan. If the floor is shitty ideas you must be stuck in it. Seeing a killer is rare, so I’m enjoying having another chance to fight you. You showed what you can do in our last match, I hope you bring all of that strength into this match and more. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. I could hear my blood in my ears and taste it in my mouth. But I haven’t had my fill yet. I’m not done with you. I haven’t had enough. Now, we’re fighting in my element. There are no rules and that’s just how I like it. I was a Hardcore Champion after all, chaos is my jam. My delicious, strawberry jam. Mmm, jam.” Maero stands in silence for a minute before shaking his head and continuing to walk. Maero walks into a small clearing where the ground and boxes are splattered with red. He calmly steps over a body blocking his entrance and moves to lean against a wall of boxes full of bullet holes. He looks over the three fallen bodies with red still draining from them onto the concrete floor.

“Anyway, moving away from jam, which is coincidentally what you’ll be after this match is over. See this?” Maero points to the mess around him. “All for you. Everything I say and do is to intimidate you. Nothing is ever done in this world for any other reason. When I wake up in the morning and eat my breakfast I think “this’ll scare that Keelan Cetinich!” Everything is about you, everything is always about you. In case you can’t hear it literally dripping from my words I’m being sarcastic. Grow up and smell the roses, it’s not all about you. What I do isn’t all about you. Yes, I want to beat you. But that doesn’t make everything I do about you. Believe me, I’ll do whatever it takes to beat you, I plan on breaking you down. But this.” Maero kicks one of the corpses. “Is personal. You might say it’s crazy to think I’ll be able to beat you. But that’s not really an issue. See, I am crazy. So come on Killer, let’s see who’s more twisted. Let’s see if you can kill the Black Sheep.” Maero pushes off the wall and starts walking down the hall again. He kicks one of the corpses as he walks past it.

“War is on the horizon. Hell is rising slowly. It all comes together at Pain for Pride. I march to war with wishes and dreams at my heels. A backwind of bloodshed pushed me toward the future. Raw emotion and bloody knuckles are my weapons, well, that and scalpels. It’s time to make history, it’s time to go to war.” Maero arrives at a set of metal double doors and pushed them open into the night evening air.

“Duck and cover, I’m about to unleash Hell.”

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Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 8:44 pm by **Darkane**

Pain for Pride Final

What a week.

And the fight hasn't even started yet.

This week has proven itself as one of the most mentally exhausting weeks in Darkane's career. He never thought he would pour out so much effort into one match, he never thought he would care so much about a piece of paper that would potentially seal his fate. Not at the ripe old age of thirty-two, which in part was still a relatively young age but compared to some of the other superstars in this match and in EAW he seemed like a grizzled graybeard. Darkane found it odd to call himself a rookie in EAW but he was and he couldn't deny it. He realized that EAW is where all the top talents around the world try to flourish in. Darkane has used his prior experience within other companies as a base to build on in EAW and he has gotten mixed results so far into his career, partially due at first to his ring rust, partially due to intense competition and other unforeseen circumstances. He retired at twenty-eight years old and he felt at that time that he would never look back. But then life hit him in the balls one too many times and he found himself back on the road of wrestling. He had lost the money he had made via reckless amounts of booze that he purchased and money that he owed to some let's call them 'shady' characters. He thought he would stay retired from brutalizing himself in barbaric companies, companies that fit his lifestyle, perhaps that's why he was drawn to those promotions. He didn't just enjoy dishing out anguish, but receiving it as well and that's what built his pain threshold and his ability to withstand extreme punishment. There was no way Darkane expected that this match he is about to take part in, would be the most brutal of them all.

This is only the beginning.

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It was an unseasonably chilly day in Brooklyn, due to an iron gray sky and the rain that slashed over most of New York City. An array of distant horns could be heard from the daily commute up along the Brooklyn Bridge, Darkane was taking a stroll on the pedestrian promenade, looking down between the beams at all the cars below. The wind blew at his matted hair while he tried to walk against the grain of oncoming gusts of air, he continued forward past a few pedestrians and joggers until he found an unoccupied wooden bench riddled with graffiti on either side and took a seat, now lying back and overlooking the grandiose East River.

"So this is it huh? The bridge that will lead me straight into Metlife and Pain for Pride in give or take an hour's travel time. It's beautiful, I seldom say that, but it's true. The skyline that seems endless, the buildings that stand proudly in the distance, the river that rumbles below, even the traffic seems genuine. The bridge itself is ancient and immaculate. It's a city alright and a lot bigger than New Orleans I must admit." Darkane said while admiring the scenery.

Darkane looked up at the camera and the rays of the winking sun that were starting to snake its way out of the lingering overcast.

"Underestimating me is the best thing you can do Jon. I would keep at it, keep on thinking I'm enhancement talent, keep on thinking I'm as dumb as a rock, keep on thinking that I don't know my ass from my elbow and keep on thinking that I have no shot. It's the absolute best thing you can do. I have you right where I want you, within the eyes of the unforeseen. I like it when people underestimate me, it adds a certain flare. It adds more incentive for me to surprise you out of nowhere like a thief in the night. So when you're standing in that ring and you look at me and you think to yourself: Well this guy isn't much of a threat, I'll leave him be. You turn your head for a split fucking second to focus on somebody else and that's where I hit you hard in your spine with 'Devil May Cry' and you crumble, oh boy, do you crumble. Will you take me seriously then? No? How about a few fists to your face until you bleed all over the ring? No? Hm, what else could I do? Ram your head repeatedly into the turnbuckle until the stuffing comes out of it? No? Oh wait, wait, wait. I know! How about I throw you over the top rope, yeah, that's right and then you will land with a resounding thud on the outside of the ring along with all of your underestimations. Turns out this guy who you think is a few fries short of a happy meal, which, I'll grant you, but it turns out this enhancement talent just crushed your dreams and swept them under the rug. There's nothing wrong with underestimating people, I do it all the time, but you also need to be prepared that underestimating people ensues rage and they will come after you. I don't think you'll be prepared for that, you're too busy going after the other talents that you named as your three toughest challengers. The fact that Mark Michaels was one of them automatically discredits everything you have said so far. I mean Mark Michaels, really? The man who is infatuated with himself and not the contract? Do you really think he's going to put up much of a fight? Come on Jon. You need to get your head out of your ass and realize that everybody has the potential to be a threat in this match, some more than others, but Mark Michaels? Don't make me vomit, I've already packed in enough booze this week to last me until Pain for Pride and I don't need it to come gushing out of my stomach like a waterfall."

Darkane warned. He crossed his leg over his other and continued.

"Jacob Moore it's better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt. What I'm saying is, if you don't like to talk, if you were that shy kid in class then don't say anything, nobody is forcing you to speak and at this point, I think you would have been better off keeping your mouth shut. You might have had a better chance that way. To answer your question as to whether I have anything else to do? Well, first of all, take one look at me from a distance, from up close, from either side and tell me if I have a social life. The answer won't surprise you. I don't like people if you haven't got that gist already. I have never liked people, I never will like people so as far as a social life goes? Consider it few and far between. But as for your original question? No. Not really except well, of course, to win that contract. Maybe to you, that's no biggie, but to me, it means absolutely everything. You seem so laid back, you seem so relaxed, carefree. I can appreciate that, but not in Pain for Pride week. I'm not holding anything back and neither should you, but I guess it's too little too late for you isn't it Jacob? Oh well, you snooze you lose and this case you really do fucking lose."

Darkane shakes his head in disgust, smiling to himself and licking his lips.

"Speaking of too little and too late, Tig Kelly, it is truly my displeasure to make your acquaintance. You pop up from the bowels of EAW and you say that I won't be in this match long enough. Bold words coming from such an incompetent fool. I don't think you're even going to make it to Pain for Pride. You've been a slouch on the couch all week. You don't give a damn about this match so who in the blue hell are you to dictate how this match will go? First of all, I don't know how in the hell you're a former champion and you mentioned something about miracles? That in itself is a fucking miracle. Second of all, where do you even get the nerve to stick your nose in this that has been absent for most of the week? I don't get it, please try to explain it to me, because I don't understand. Third of all, you're going to kick my ass? Oh how original of you, get in line and let me tell you, it's a HUGE line of people who want to slap the taste out of my mouth. Even Johnny Nova has moved ahead of you, even the likes of Mark Michaels has moved ahead of you. Stay in the bowels where you belong, stay in the darkness where you feel strong and don't even bother showing up because if you do manage to enter that ring you will be just as quickly headed out."

Darkane leans forward and folds his hands together, receiving disapproving scowls from pedestrians that walked by where he was sitting. He returned the gaze with a scowl of his own.

"Johnny I hope this is the last time I talk to you for a while, you're a fucking pest and you're damn good at it too. Congratulations! You've been promoted from filler to pest, what a gleaming accomplishment. Unfortunately, as a wrestler, you lack the sufficient qualities. So maybe in this match, I'll call an exterminator who is apt at pest removal and he can eliminate your ass. That'll make my job a hell of a lot easier. You don't need to tell me, I know I'm in your head and there is a lot of space in here, it's comfy, it's actually quite empty, but that's not surprising all things considered. I'm not shaking in my jorts, sarcastically or stated otherwise, except when I have to take a beer piss. But that is neither here or there. I don't know why you wouldn't bring out the demon, because out of all the characters that you've tried to portray, like the O.G. gangbanger, the underdog, whatever the fuck, the demon sounds the best to me and I don't mind playing a game of pin the horn on the demon, I dealt with a so-called devil in Harvey Yorke and easily disposed of his ass. A demon is a soldier for Satan, they're even lower on the pecking order and despite what you say about having a clear mind and a clear conscience, I know I'm still in your head. I know I'm taking residence up in there and it's quite comfy and I don't plan on leaving for a while yet. In fact, at the right price, I'll probably live here, for I have all week. If you decide to bring regular old Johnny Nova instead of an aggressive, bloodthirsty demonic version of you, then you will not last a long. You need a chip on your shoulder or something to survive this match. Wanting the contract is one thing, but needing the contract and DOING something with that contract is where the real meat is on this bone. So my advice? Don't hold back, I want the incensed Johnny Nova, so when you come at me, horn first, I'll grab those horns and toss you into an abyss. I've handled some of the evilest, sadistic and neurotic bastards that have ever dragged their spiked knuckles across the earth, so with all that considered. I'm pretty damn sure I can handle you at your best and at your worst. Come whatever may."

Darkane yawns to himself, the rain starting to pick up as it battled with the sun some more.

"There he goes again, Mark Michaels telling me to shut up and yet again I say the irony is so fucking glorious. Is my voice annoying? WELL I'M GLAD IT ANNOYS YOU! I'M GOING TO ANNOY YOU EVEN MORE NOW THAT I'M SHOUTING!"

Darkane breaks out in a fit of coughs while passing city goers look at him with perplexity.

"Okay so maybe shouting isn't the best route, fucking lungs can't handle it after a fresh cig. I think I get what you're saying with your little verbal illustration except I'd fix one thing, it would be you going over the top rope and crashing to the ground and my hand would be raised in victory. Other than that small nit pick, you're not worth my breath anymore. You're a lost cause, be gone with you."

Darkane sighs heavily.

"I know we haven't really addressed each other in a couple of days but Theron, I'm breaking the ice. I could go on and on about how much you have to lose, you go on and on about your victory over me and how I've been overachieving as you so eloquently put it, but I'm not, I'm tired Theron, and I know you are to of rehashing the same lines over and over again. What's said has been said. We can all talk the talk, but in the end, we have to walk the walk. The only question is who is going to do it on the grandest stage? That remains to be seen. We both don't like each other, we're both going to be at each other's necks. Wherever you land in this match, wherever I land in this match, we're going to find each other. I believe that is our destiny. I believe we are going to fight until the near death if we have to. I know I don't mind doing that and I'm pretty sure that you don't mind either. So if it comes down to just us two, let it be known that if you throw me over that top rope, I'm not going to admit you're the better man, I'm not going to go back into that ring and shake your hand. I'm going to flip you off and live to fight another day because I know I did everything in my power to win this match, but I came up short. On the flipside, if I win and if I throw your ass over the top rope to win the whole sweepstakes. I'm going to do the exact same thing. I'm going to flip you off while holding onto that contract, I'm going to smile, I'm going to mouth fuck you and any other derogatory comments I can think of and live to fight another day. I've said many times that I will never change for anybody. I never have and I never will. The only thing that hasn't been said is, may the best bloodthirsty asshole win and win, I must do."

Darkane stands up and looks at the camera one last time while the rain starts to batter against everything in site.

"I'll see you all at Pain for Pride."

He pauses.

"May God have mercy on your souls."

Darkane turns his back to the camera, walking into the parade of rain and the crowd trying escape the droplets, leaving that thought with every single superstar that is participating in the battle royal. All words have been spoken. Now is the time to fight.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 8:17 pm by **Cody Marshall**

In less than 24 hours I step into the ring for the biggest match of my career. Metlife Stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey -- Pain for Pride. The event where careers are made, legends are born, and Cody Marshall becomes great again.

To be honest with you, and I think all of y’all could see this, I’ve been in a downward spiral over the last few months. I don't have the big victories anymore. I used to have victories, but now I don't have them. When was the last time anybody saw the name Cody Marshall and started shaking in their boots? When Damien Murrow sent his cronies at me, he didn’t send his best. He sent a bunch of rookies, overrated tag teams, and good-for-nothing ham and eggers. And in the end, I still couldn’t get the job done. What happened? At the turn of this year, I set out on a quest to Make Showdown Great Again. For a time, it seemed inevitable that The Cody Campaign would succeed. I beat everyone in my path. Squashed them. And then I stood toe-to-toe with Ryan Marx, a man who was thought to be unbeatable, and I opened up a can of whoop-ass, pinned the motherfucker down clean 1-2-3, and I became the EAW New Breed Champion.

That night, as Max A. Million interviewed me, I told Damien Murrow and the EAW Universe that this was just the beginning. I promised to everyone in the world that The Cody Campaign would continue to rise, Damien Murrow would be ousted from his position as Showdown GM, and that I would continue to kick ass and raise hell until I was Answers World Champion. The crowd was on their feet chanting “USA!”, I was on top of the world, and at that moment I felt like I could accomplish anything!

What the fuck went wrong?

Maybe I got too cocky. Maybe I didn’t say enough prayers or eat enough vitamins, brother. Maybe that loss to Lucas Johnson just killed my momentum and my drive to win. Whatever it was, these months since I lost my New Breed -- no, American Breed Championship have been the worst of my life. I’ve hit rock bottom. It’s not too often you see someone come out and admit that they’ve sucked. But what else am I gonna do? Stand here like Prince of Phenomenal or Johnny Nova, pretending to be something I’m not? We all know I’ve been on a cold streak lately. Just like the USA when the housing market crashed in 2008. It was a dark, dark time for our country. The talking heads said we’d never make it through, but dammit we sure as hell did! That year, 2008, the stock market lost half its value. Millions in retirement savings disappeared. If you sold all your shares at that point, you’d be one broke sonofabitch. But if you held on, because you knew in your heart that tough times never last but tough people do… if you held on till today and never sold, you would have made a hell of a lot of money!

There it is: tough times never last, but tough people do. Remember that. One day the world will see that I’m living proof.

I’ve still got all the tools. I’m still the southern boy with the farmer strength to open up the biggest and best cans of whoop-ass on the market. One shot to the head and you’re bleeding like a stuck pig, bruised and battered like a government mule. That is the power of Cody Marshall. You can suppress it, but you ain’t gonna stop it! 24/7 Battle Royal, Cody Marshall wins the contract, and you can take that prediction to the bank.

Oh, what’s that? Do I hear some punks trying to make a name by ragging on the Face of America? Of course. Who is it this time? Jacob Moore? Seriously? Are you fucking serious? The same guy who was the first eliminated from the Hell’s Warpath match at Reckless Wiring and didn’t even land a single move on anyone? Wow. They let just about anyone into this match, don’t they? And surprise, surprise: Jacob Moore attacks me with the same tired old rhetoric everybody else uses. Calls me a redneck. How original. Damn right I’m a redneck and I’m damn proud of it! And you better believe I’m a Christian, I believe in God, and I know I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me! You got a problem with me, then move to another country, because I am America! I represent the millions, the silent majority who know the value of a hard day’s work and who believe in the values this great nation was founded on: God, Guns, and Guts. A Cody Marshall victory in the 24/7 Battle Royal is a triumph for the American working man, and living proof that with enough hard work, you can pull yourself up by the bootstraps and achieve your wildest dreams!

Take notes, everybody! Maybe you’ll say something original for once. I mean, Darkane said the same shit as Jakey boy. And to that I say: you’re damn right I drive a Ford F-150 and I sure as hell do have a “Don’t Tread on Me” bumper sticker on the back because that’s what being American is about, dammit! Personal freedom. That’s why this country is so great. Because we don’t live under the some “Big Brother” totalitarian communist regime! We have the right to life, liberty, property, and the pursuit of happiness! And that’s why, Darkane, Jacob, Theron, whoever the hell else: although I hate everything you say, I will always defend to the death your right to say it. I put my life on the line for this country in the Iraq War, I put my money where my mouth is! Until any one of you pussies in this match grows the balls to enlist, don’t you dare try to call me a coward.

And don’t you try to tell the world that the era of Cody Marshall is over, because it sure as hell ain’t! Theron Nikolas, you think I’m a has-been, you think I’ve lost everything I worked for, you think the fire no longer burns in my American heart? Wrong! Maybe you were right a week ago, but now? Hell no! All this hate you schlubs are putting on me has got me so fucking fired up that I’m liable to go in there and kill somebody! I beat your partner -- probably your partner in more ways than one but I ain’t gonna go there this time -- I beat his ass in under a minute on Showdown last week. You think you’re gonna last any longer against the Face of America? Well let me tell you what I’m gonna do to you. You ain’t even gonna get a chance to step fully into the ring, because right when you put your right foot through those ropes, I’m gonna clock you so hard you make 24/7 Battle Royal history by being the fastest elimination in history, and if you’re lucky you’ll make medical history too! Oh, it’s true. It’s damn true. You think my chances in this match depend on luck, Theron? Really? Wrong! Let me give you a bit of advice.

Luck is what happens when hard work meets opportunity. I’ve put in the hard work at the gym and in the ring, and now I’ve got one hell of an opportunity.

You’ll have to pry this opportunity from my cold, dead hands.

So, as I set out this year to defeat every competitor in the 24/7 Battle Royal and win myself that contract, I want to say those fighting words for everyone within the sound of my voice to hear and to heed, and especially for you, Damien Murrow: “From my cold, dead hands!”

Join the resurrection of Cody Marshall, everyone! It happens this Sunday… how fitting that it be a Sunday, at Pain for Pride. It’s gonna go down in the history books! But until then, God bless America, God bless Pain for Pride, and God bless you!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 7:55 pm by **Jon McAdams**

Sovereign Jon McAdams stands before a group of individuals inside of a conference room. These individuals all are wearing black masks, some have referee outfits, EAW staff shirts, some are wearing heavier clothes to conceal their identity. As the camera’s turn on, they all see to shift uncomfortably. McAdams is wearing a black suit with dark grey trimmings. His undershirt is midnight black and coupled with a dark grey tie. He is looking sharp, confident, and wielding a cane with the Ouroboros symbol at the top.

“The time has come. Everything we have worked for. Every stressful exhausting and exhilarating part of this phase is coming together. Tonight we see the fruits of our labor and each of you has played a part. Whether you’ve joined me this week, or have been apart of this since February, we all get the glory, and more importantly, you all get paid. We stand here at the precipice of greatness. This has been an cumbersome week for each of us as many of you have put your very jobs on the line in hopes that this will pay off but as I have promised, those who serve Sovereign will always be taken care of. Those who stand by my side shall never fall, but mark my words each of you. Those who betray me, will find themselves in the same predicament Bryson did. The same predicament Bryce, or Michael did or any of the other men who are no longer fit to work for voltage, but none of you are them. You are part of something elite, something greater than a tag team, or a stable, greater than any singular voice. You have all taken a part in PwC’s rise, and the Sovereign Crusade. It is our time to make Voltage great, and have no doubts about it. Each of you must know that the things we pull off tonight, no matter what match you’re in, no matter what you think you should do, no matter what people may say, including your bosses, what we do here is a necessary evil. What we do here is for the greater good of Voltage, what we do here will see the rise of Sovereign and the end of a poisonous era in EAW history. Yes, tonight I will win the 24/7 Contract Battle Royal, and I will see the top of the mountain as I should, and you will all be along for the ride. It is a glorious time to be under the employ of Voltage, but more importantly, it is a glorious time to be one of my many hidden associates. Secure victories for Voltage members, keep yourselves hidden, be careful who you talk too because they will be hunting those of you who have switched loyalties and if you get caught, you don’t work for me, and if you keep your mouth shut, when the dust settles, I will take care of you with my vast wealth, power, and influence. It pays to have the next world champion in your pocket I promise you that.” McAdams turns to the camera to address it directly.

“Darkane and Johnny Nova, your welcome. Your names have escaped my lips enough for the time being, and thanks to me, your stock has risen simply because I speak it. But no more jokes, no more playing about. We’ve established where you stand in this, and I am looking forward to seeing you sail right over those top ropes and back to the bottom where you belong. But I do look forward to being proven wrong about your time here, and I do hope you’re both still here in three, four, five months, because if you’re not, than I was right to assume that neither of you have what it takes, that there was nothing more to you. That you were able to sprint in the marathon but never pull ahead and now you’ll peter out. Good luck, you’ll need it just to get past the first volley but I’m sorry to say, you will not see the finish line.

Cody Marshall, Sheridan Muller, Prince of Phenomenal, Lethal Consequences, Kaise, Haruna, while you may be above those two in status, and I’d be stupid to count you out, I find you all to be caught up in the middle of this. You are collateral, you are the unfortunate souls caught between the only people who are capable of gaining victory in this match. Whether you’re just another generic faceless elitist or a veteran whose time has passed, the sun has set on your time and risen on Sovereign. Those of you who’ve seen the top of the mountain know what it takes to get there and you know that you’re just not operating on that level anymore, and you’re lying if you think you are. This is why no one has talked about you anymore, why no one cares for you and if you were to somehow win, it would be more of an upset then even if one of the little kiddo’s who non stop run their mouth could get. We have men like Mark Michaels who talk about how hard they work, and what they do and how this is going to be the one. They aren’t going to let this opportunity slip from their hands but it will. It always will so long as you stand opposed to me. We all work hard, the guys caught in the middle are all pushing for something greater but none of them are operating on my level, none of them are doing the work that I am doing with the precision and dedication and the stakes that I’m playing at. You don’t get it, you’re desperate and hopeful, I’m determined and willing to do whatever it takes. While you’ve been getting ready to eat your fill, I’ve been setting the table for your final meals. Theron Nikolas believes in himself, he believes he can win, I can say confidently that he believes it more than any other man who hopes they can do it. Any other man who hopes they can attain victory here but even he will not overcome Sovereign. By definition I am everything, and I am unstoppable.
You all talk of being held back or working within the system, hard work, etcetera and you don’t get it. I AM THE SYSTEM.

And so many have approached me and said, if you’re so powerful how come you’re not a world champion. And it takes time and patience, hard work and consistency and when you look at me, and look at what I’ve accomplished there is no questioning it. I have set the stage and built myself up into a man who is worthy of holding that title, more than any other person in this match and faster than any of them. In my second month here I had already captured the Hardcore title, I defeated Drastik, the current EAW champion, twice pinning him, one two three, right in the center of that ring. I’ve been on a role that can’t be topped by any of you, running through the then - champion, Eclipse Deimos, defeating the Nas and Mistlav Connection, defeating Nas, Keelan Cetinich, Yoshikage Eto, Vincent Von Doom, Carson Ramsay, JD Damon, Jakob DeLion. No one can defeat me one on one. My careful design and planning has put me in the position to win this, the momentum built by my skill and precision in the ring all comes down to this right here. You all spent your year thinking about the small things like what comes next, will I get on the next FPV? Will I have a match next week, who is my next opponent? Small insignificant things that don’t matter. My focus has been on the future of this business, the rise of Voltage, the greater good of the brand and the power of PwC and it all comes to a head at the end of Phase 2 of my Grand Design. This will be a crowning moment and achievement for the PwC movement, and I will take this streak and with all this momentum run right through the current champions just like I ran through all of you. None of you can fill my shoes, none of you can stand at center of the world and command its obedience like me.

But don’t worry, when this is all over, their will be some weeping, some sadness, some broken hearts, but in the end, it will all be for the greater good, and you will all see a beautiful future and a return to Glory for Voltage. Just follow the next Mr. 24/7.”

McAdams steps off the platform and dismisses everyone with his arms.

“Keep your identities safe, I’m afraid I must be off, the Hall of Fame awaits me, and I am unfortunately running late.”

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 7:19 pm by **Amelie Larrieux**

PAIN FOR PRIDE

X MARKS THE SPOT

From what I’ve been told, Pain For Pride is the BIGGEST event that EAW has on it’s books. And that’s been proven by the sheer amount of hype and promotion that has been going on. Never have I ever been involved in something so huge that people from around the world would converge on one city for a couple of days. I didn’t make it to any Fashion week fashion shows and the football team I was on, that’s soccer for you stupid Americans, well let’s just say that they weren’t the greatest in the world… just a little local team. But now… now I am in a place that I finally belong and Pain for Pride is going to be the biggest show that I’ve ever seen or participated in. It’s quite an honor to be in this match. Because I know that there are some women that aren’t. And the stipulation is quite tantalizing… a divide and conquer match where the winner will walk away with a shot at the EAW Women’s World Championship. I don’t know about you… but that gives me all sorts of warm feelings inside.

Now I know that the odds are pretty much stacked against me and against my team but let’s face it… do you think that is going to stop any of us? All of the women on Empire are hardcore bitches and even though most people are saying that our team is… less than what is desired… but they fail to realize that the other team is also as pathetic.

OK… so they do have Alexis Diemos who I had to admit is quite the badass bitch. She’s the matriarch sort of to speak of a wrestling family that… well she seems to be the only one worth talking about on Empire. Her sister Jocelyn is a walking freakin’ joke after all. She’s a tough one and if we didn’t have to worry about April Song as well… I would say to put out full attention on her and get her out of the match as quickly as possible. She thinks she’s the true nightmare of the women’s division but to be honest… I think that is a giant freakin’ joke. She had a lot of balls calling my team a bunch of rejects when she has failed to realize that giant joke that hers is. I mean come on… it’s really only her and April with three stupid see you next Tuesdays to go along with it. They have freakin’ Madison Kaline on their team… someone I know fully well what their weaknesses and strengths are. She’s just one of those… oh what would the Americans say… ugly red headed step-child? Yeah I think that’s it. But come on… she’s not someone that is to be feared. She’s only in this match because she probably slept with someone to get added. Add in the fact they have both Savannah Sunshine and Alexis’ sister Jocelyn and they’re not as great as they think that they are.

My team has a lot more to fight for so therefore we’re stronger. Guess we’ll have to see how things turn out.

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OOC: Sorry for the lackluster sub par rp that this is. I just couldn't focus.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 5:25 pm by **VENTURA!**

24/7 Battle Royal

The Closing Promo of Promos
I highly recommend this interview, to children, which is pleasantly... all of you

[The scene opens up to a live Pain For Pride X press conference, taking place just minutes away from the renowned MetLife Stadium at East Rutherford, New Jersey. Hundreds of journalists and spectators are all in attendance, as they all sit down quietly waiting for the moderator to announce the "Ironheart".]

Moderator: Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your wonderful patience! As you can see, we are less than a day away from the start of the greatest show in the world... Pain For Pride X. Dozens of superstars will be competing for the time of their lives, as they look to make their presence known to their rivals, hoping that they will be victorious on the grandest stage of all. Luckily, we have managed to bring an Elitist, who marvelously, just joined this company a little over a week ago, and is featuring in the annual 24/7 Battle Royal match. Introducing at this time, please welcome... Kaise Boetius.

["Wings of Icarus" loudly plays, as the audience engaging in clapping, with a red-suited Kaise Boetius emerging onto the stage, surprisingly raising his hand in acknowledgement. He walks up to the moderator filled with smiles, as he calmly grabs her hand and places a kiss on top. A slight blushing of her cheeks can be shown, as she makes her exit, with Kaise walking over to a podium.]

Moderator: We are extremely pleased to have you here tonight, Mr. Boetius! I know you're schedule right now is being clogged with different agendas, but willingly, you have decided to show up with such a radiant mood!

Kaise: Don't ruin it.

[An awkward silence emerges for a few seconds, with the moderator slightly confused, but immediately results back to the gleeful smile that the damn EAW company paid her to do.]

Moderator: Okay. so, Mr. Boetius, you are about to enter this 24/7 Battle Royal as your second-ever match in your history with this company. You previous defeated the promising Johnny Nova on your debut on Dynasty, and with that victory, Sebastien Monroe was willing to offer you an opportunity to potentially make history by maybe making one of the most powerful debuts of all time. How are you embracing all of this.

[Kaise Boetius grins, as he takes a moment to think of his answer. A faint, "LETS GO KAISE" chant can be heard in the background, and Kaise immediately looks up to see where that came from.]

Kaise: I can easily tell you that the star of this entire press conference can already be awarded to that guy who just gave me a little shout-out just now. You see, as I look over on all of you people, with your decent suits and potentially fake Rayban glasses...

[Camera pans to a few people rechecking their glasses, trying to convince each other that their glasses aren't fake.]

Kaise: ...you all are expecting a different type of person to be coming up here to try and give you some entertainment. No, I am not this Jaywalker, or CM Banks, Brian Daniels, Y2Impact, or the rest of these glorified people that you people love dearly, but I am a different breed, a dying breed to be exact. For 10 years, this company welcomed people that pretended to be someone that they weren't, they tried to be a maverick, a self-professed rebel in order to give them a psychological edge over their rivals. For 10 years, fans have continued to be blinded by mediocrity at its best, and no one brave enough or powerful enough has emerged to create an impact that this company would forever feel the wrath of. None of you know me, and I am certainly pleased to know the fact that I also, don't know you too. However, that doesn't bother me. You unknowns will soon become known to an event that you never thought would manifest for a man like me.

[Some sectors of the audience start to applaud, but Kaise raises his hand.']

Kaise: That is the thing, you expect me to be that gullible enough to think that applause is something that is worth gratifying to me. The reason why the rest of you continue to not applaud me for what I am saying is because for once, a man like me is speaking the true, profound doctrine that your "saviors" have never declared. I may not have been in this company over a long stand of time, but the majority of this people in the Battle Royal are people that were once billed to be the next biggest star, but ended up imploding into a supernova. You all have been subjected to hearing that you all must support the guys that make their promises to you, the ones that boldly say with their chests that they are doing what they are doing because of you. For others, they will support people who have this villainous, edgy, and vicious side of themselves, giving this "I don't give a fuck" mentality here and there.

[Kaise looks over to his left at a young kid, who by his side is sitting with his mother.]

Kaise: F-U-C-K. FUCK. In a couple more years time, when you get your independence, you are really going to be introduced to that term, so mom, don't look at me with those dweeb eyes...

Moderator: Kaise, I think this is enough---

Kaise: I kissed you on the hand, and judging by your appearance, that was probably the only affection that you would ever receive in your life. Be quiet, this is my conference, not yours.... please?

[The moderator looks on with surprise and disappointment, as Kaise makes a gentle grin before returning to look at the audience.]

Kaise: As I was preaching, this Battle Royal is going to be my second ever match. and my first Free Per View appearance in this company. I have not wrestled long enough to understand why people tend to tell their emotional and sympathetic tales to people about how they need to win this Battle Royal. Just show up, ensure yourself that you are going to throw twenty-nine other damn people who aren't capable of balancing themselves in the ring, and make sure they are eliminated. That is the simplest stipulation and protocol that I have come to understand, is it not? You people want to make it real dramatic, add some spices of raw emotion and feeling into this match, but typically, there will always going to be that one cloud that will rain on your emotional parade. I am that dark cloud that will unleash furious rain upon each and every single person in this match. You people don't deserve to be embraced with sunshine anymore, to show your bugged teeth here and there. No, take a moment to be familiar with what it is to be cowered in darkness, to be surrounded with mystery and torment. Yeah, I am scaring some of you right now, because you all would sacrifice anything in the world to keep something that they love the most, the vital catalyst that drives you each and every day with a smile on your face.

[Kaise's eyes slightly begins to water.]

Kaise: I lost that privilege...

Moderator: Kaise, I am afraid you have used up all your--

Kaise: Time isn't of the essence right now, so don't even bother to call security to try and take me out of here. As I look at the audience now, they all seem to finally pay attention. Their focus is now on me, and this is where I will instead applaud you greatly. You all need to follow and aim your support towards a man that has a goal for enrichment and prosperity for this company. You need a genuine leader that will do everything in his power to make sure that he will continue to reign in dominance, even if dirty tactics come about. Look at Brian Daniels and Impact for example. Two "legends" in the making, won numerable championships here and there, and lost numerable championships here and there. Why does that ratio have to stack up for almost every other "legend" in this company? This is why there needs to be a rapid change here. And fortunately, that change will come to full effect when I outlast every competitor in the Battle Royal at Pain For Pride X. So, to the fellow Theorons, and Tiggers, and Diamonds in the making, I would appreciate if you re-evaluate your lives and come to the decision if you really want to worship these "idols", or a man that says it how it is with every fiber of raw, platinum confidence in him. Of course, you make the wrong decision, and of course, I just don't give a fuck.

[Kaise looks back at the child to his left.]

Kaise: F-U-C-K. FUCK.

[The microphone is dropped on the podium, as the entire press conference is now engulfed in utter silence. Kaise emerges off his seat, and waves at the stunned audience and narrator, before entering through a curtain behind him. The moderator, who continues to be appalled, walks up to the podium.]

Moderator: Up next... we have.... the director of Make-A-Wish Foundation...

[The moderator simply shuts down, and exits through the curtain herself, whilst everyone now murmurs to each other dimly.]

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 5:18 pm by **Nasir Escobar**

I know this is a bit of an unconventional start off to this but, I feel like I need to paint a picture for you all right now. Alright now please close your eyes and listen to the words that I am about to speak. I want you all to visualize two boys. Children back to back, facing away from each other. One with jet black hair and leather jacket. The other with red hair and a gray flat cap on. The first boy calm, cool, collected. A natural loner. In pursuit of power, and will not stop until he claims it. The reason? Unknown. He possesses a cold hard exterior. You can look into his eyes and just see it. The darkness pouring out. He is the Demon. Meanwhile the other boy. Timid and afraid. Left alone in this world. He has no one to comfort him. He simply wishes to know what it means to have friends. You can look into his eyes and just see it. The light shining bright. He is the Angel. The two are polar opposites, but you know what they say about opposites? They attract. And these two are stuck to each other for life now. One heralds himself as a King now. The other proudly proclaims his status as a Prophet. Those two boys in the outside world. The one that we see. They have both grown into strong young men. And both in their self appointed positions have gained massive followings. As the King now runs his own kingdom, and has even found a queen. But at the same time, the Prophet now speaks his gospel to all who will listen, and as of recent history the number of followers has spiked tremendously. He too has found someone whom he wishes to settle down with. But still, on the inside they are still those two boys. The Angel and the Demon. Waging wars with each other internally. Struggling for supremacy over the other. Even when one knocks the other down, it is merely temporary. The other climbs back to their feet, dusts themselves off, then hops right back into the fight. The never ending war...only an ending has been decided?! The two boys. The Demon and The Angel. They have finally agreed it is time to lay it all out. One final all out fight to the finish. The Demon wants to put in all his chips so he can reclaim his status at the peak and move on to reclaim championship gold. The Angel wishes to finally put it to bed that when it matters he can come through and deliver on his promises and prove he belongs in the conversations of the top tier of modern day competition. They have both drawn out all the conditions. The aid of the Angel assisting by picking out the terms they shall battle through. They have exactly thirty minutes to get everything out. Only half of an hour to finish this off forever. Their days of clashing are coming to an end. Just one final battle to decide who takes all the marbles. Will The Demon take back what he feels is his? Or will The Angel step up to the plate and prove his worth?

Now you all see. This battle between Aren and I. It is more than physical. This is mental. Emotional. Spiritual. And I did a lot of thinking yesterday. About something Aren asked me. He asked, “Do I honestly feel that I HAVE to beat him in order to be able to move on with my career?” Well after sitting on it for many hours I have come to the conclusion that I could move on. I don’t need to beat Aren at the end of the day. I’m tired of chasing after this one man. This sole person who has all but consumed my psyche. I see him everywhere I turn. Haunting me. I love him to death and he is in my dreams. But I fear what he has done to my mind, which is why he also pops up in my nightmares. However at the end of the day I simply must say, whether I feel I need to beat you or not is irrelevant Brother. Because I AM going to win this time! There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. There’s nothing to distract us. No titles in the way. No Carlos Rosso. No People With Class. None of that other shit. It’ll just be the two of us in that ring for 30 minutes. Beating the absolute piss out of each other until that time is up. Now let’s just put this out there since we both know and recognize it. We are both going to be unable to walk at the end of this. Neither of us are leaving that ring and going up that ramp of our own power alone. Hell we might not even be standing when it’s all said and done. But I made a vow to these people. I made a vow to myself. And I made a vow directly to you! Aren I don’t know what the word quit means. It ain’t in my dictionary. No surrender, I never turn back! Aren I’m going to make you open your eyes and make you realize exactly what you’re dealing with this weekend. I ran away as a child. I was picked on, bullied, messed with. I cried. I sobbed. I weeped. Until one day I had enough. And then I stood up and fought! The reason those words and phrases aren’t to my knowledge is because I literally ripped them from my memory and casted them away forever! One day I realized I have to stand strong and defend myself! Not just for me, but to ensure no one else ever suffered the way that I did! That’s why I stand in your path Aren. I have no clue what you’re in pursuit of. But I know that I must stand in your way just this one last time. I must oppose you here. It’s WAY too late to be asking me to turn back now brother.

There’s no looking back now. I’ve done all the reflecting I need to. It’s not about what I’ve done or failed to do before. Now it’s about what am I going to do heading forward. Where am I going to go from here? What road shall I travel down and what is in store for me going down it? Aren. I can tell you right now that I do not envy what you have achieved. I am happy for you. As your brother and friend I can only hope and wish for the best for you. That’s what I am supposed to do after all. But when it comes to my own successes, they will come. The World Championships, the The end of the year Awards, the posters and merchandising. They’ll all come before anyone knows it. This is more important than that to me right now. Because this is the groundwork that needs to be laid down in order for me to achieve that later. But then again that’s why I’m not sweating it. I’m not concerned with capturing those things because I know I will. And THAT is because I KNOW I’m going to leave this match the victor. Would I have achieved those things as quickly as you? No. But it will be well worth the wait when I do claim that big Title win on FPV. Or wherever I don’t care. All I need is for you to do me one last favor Aren. More rather two things. Number one is don’t hold anything back when it’s our time under the spotlights. And number two, if we do get separated by the powers that be after this one final event, keep being the man you are, don’t ever change...for me. I can’t put my finger on it but there’s some sort of mysterious allure to you that’s always kept me coming back. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment. Who knows, but at this point I’m just talking on aimlessly. You stated that you’d be the Joker to my Batman, but that’s not quite how I perceive things. I guess I have a different outlook than you huh? Personally I always viewed you more as my Anti Hero rather than my straight up Nemesis. But hey do what you wanna do. All I know is I’m heading into my home state to lay it all on the line. My blood, my sweat, my tears. All these things I’ve given to the business for the last seven years now. This is the culmination of not just my return to Elite Answers Wrestling, but of everything I have done in my life up to here. Both in and out of the Land of the Elites. If anything you’re the prideful one Mr. Russian King. And I can promise you I’ve been through more Pain in my day than you could possibly inflict on me at this point. So please bring it on because this time will be different. The W is comin home with Nasir Moore!

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 4:33 pm by **CM Bank$**

24 hours away from a weekend that has been five years in the making and I couldn't be any more ready. If you would have asked me five months ago let alone five years ago if I ever saw myself coming back to an EAW ring I would have laughed at you but sometimes you just can't stop whats destined to be. As Cage finds himself getting fitted for the suit he'll wear tonight, casket sharp, I'm just sitting here reflecting on the journey it took for me to get to this point and wondering when my opponents are going to fix their mouths to address me again instead of beating around the bush. Judas never met a microphone he didn't like and had a lot to say as always, too bad none of it was in relation to the facts I have been spitting. The truth has a funny way of shutting people up I guess. Cage I want you to live in the moment, embrace this special time in your life where you will be receiving one of the highest honors a man can ever receive in life in getting inducted into the Hall of Fame, cherish it. I want you to do this because it will be the last time you experience any feelings of joy or gratitude, it will be the only time this week and for a very long time that you get to enjoy a moment because once Pain for Pride hits.. it's all over. It's truly a shame that of all times this is when they decide to induct you, the timing couldn't be any worse but in all honesty its your fault for being so much of an inconsistent failure that it took you this long in the first place. You're basically being buttered up tonight.. and come this weekend you'll be thrown into that oven and left to burn. Judas you have some nerve talking about Dub's career when your "son" hasn't come close to matching Dub's output. Did he fall? Sure.. but all that matters is that he got up, wiped himself off and went back to work.. Cage could learn a thing or two about that instead of taking your ball and going home every time you fail. I remember the times you are referencing, Dub was one of EAW's brightest young stars destined for greatness during my last run. A world title win was expected sooner than later but things got in the way and he wasn't able to reach the goal at the time, but what did he do in response? He put his hard hat on and went to work, he did all that he could to claim his rightful spot at the top and in result became the best thing EAW had to offer and doing something Cage failed to do in his career.. reach his potential. He headlined two back to back Pain for Pride's and now he's rubbing elbows with two of the fucking greatest men to ever grace this business as a peer, you could NEVER match that. You know why Dub was able to overcome past failures, keep pushing and become as great as he became? Because he didn't have to worry about a million hands in his pockets, a janky manager stringing him along nor a so called "mentor" who only contacted him when it was beneficial to him and then put his career in harms way. He also didn't get himself hooked on drugs or make himself out to be a victim because his upbringing was tough because at the end of the day everybody has hardships in life and they either make or break you. Clearly in your case Cage, they broke you to the point of no return. Also Judas, don't confuse looking out for your safety with waving the white flag. The thing is we actually had real problems with the men on the other team which Cage had nothing to do with and we knew what we had in store for them and anybody who chose to align themselves with them. Unfortunately your son made the wrong decision and aligned with them so all bets are off, he's going to have to deal with the repercussions that come with that decision. We tried to save him from what was coming.. but now theres nothing we can do about it but make him regret that decision.

I'll give it to you though Judas, despite being in the wrong and knowing deep down that everything Dub and I have said about your son was the absolute truth, you still tried to convince yourself other wise and truly spoke up to the best of your ability this week.. even if we did make you look stupid time and time again in retaliation. Cage's partners though? Jaywalker had something cute to say and then crawled back into his hole after I quickly put him back in his place as usual.. and the 2016 Promoer of the Year didn't even bother to grace us mongrels with his acknowledgement until the last minute. I would say that he doesn't view his opponents as worthy enough to give that much attention to, but the fact is that it doesn't seem like he views his partners as worthy enough to defend their honor. How does that make you feel Cage? The only person out here consistently defending the honor of a team that you shouldn't even be on is your manager meanwhile your partners left you to do the dirty work. If you ask me it's nothing more than a preview of whats to come at Pain for Pride when your teammates end up relying on you to carry the load in the match only for that plan to miserably fail. By the way Jaywalker, how many groups and tag teams have you been in over the past decade? From Johnny Bad Blood who you sucked the life out of to the point that teaming with you made him lose all motivation and his career flopped, to Dynasty's Foundation, to Generation Genesis where you were an afterthought who I still lead to the promise land but you couldn't see the bigger picture and prematurely faked a retirement because you weren't good enough to beat Impact. To Project EGO in which you once again ran behind people better than you for the sake of being relevant. Fast forward to 2017 it's the same thing with Ares. I gotta hand it to you though, you don't care how you get to the top as long as you get there. But just like all of these factions, groups, and tag teams who you've leeched off of during your career, with the exception of Genesis who you bailed on because you couldn't live up to our standards.. it will all end in failure. Latest installment coming this weekend. Since the almighty Ares has finally found the time out of his busy schedule to finally remember he has a match at Pain for Pride, I'll be glad to entertain him. So apparently I'm a pathetic old dog, a human shield and a broken down bag of bones who will be taken down to the grave alongside Devan Dubian who allegedly dragged me along to suffer his inevitable fate of death come Pain for Pride. Big words coming from a fraud who can't get shit done without his sugar daddy being by his side to outnumber people. That's the thing Ares, you talk a big game and think you're projecting fear into people because of it when the reality of the situation is that you are only in the position to back up those words are when Jaywalker is next to you. Now lets rewind back to everything that you're referring to about what you put Dub through in the past.. all of that only happened because he had no help and there's no honor in that. You fail to acknowledge what happened to you and your team once you were met on an even playing field. This broken down bag of bones who hasn't wrestled a match in five years came along and knocked you on your ass and had you retreating to the back. Where was the armageddon and torture then? Nowhere, because it's nothing but a figment of your imagination in your thick skull filled with twisted delusions about your self perceived dominance which for some reason you can't seem to display without a numbers advantage. I need you and your teammates to realize before it's too late that my intentions were not to come back for a check or for a feel good story, it's personal. It's not about experience, it's not about nostalgia, it's not about legacies.. its about war.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 4:19 pm by **Davidson**

(We start this promo off with David backstage once again at MetLife Stadium. David is drinking a cup of coffee like the true grownup he is. He is keeping a close eye on the backstage workers who are putting the ball pit together. David is making sure each ball is placed perfectly in the pit. It's a very big deal. David takes a drink from his coffee and it is at this moment the annoying interviewer bursts into the scene. David angrily stares at the interviewer for a good ten seconds. Just looking at his goofy face. The interviewer is just smiling like the creep he is. What a sick fuck.)

Interviewer: Hey David!

(David puts out his index finger, signaling to give him one second. David sets his cup of coffee down. David takes a deep breath and spits the coffee in his face.)

David: WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?

(The interviewer is obviously in a great deal of pain and some might fear this incident will end his professional interviewer career. Just kidding nobody would care. David would be doing this world a favor.)

Interviewer: Well at first I wanted to show you something but now I would like a cool towel to wipe my face off. Could you give me that, David?

David: I got the next best thing!

(David reaches into his pocket. The interviewer closes his eyes because he thinks it's a surprise gift. He opens his eyes to see what's in his hand.)

Interviewer: Sandpaper? Why do you have this on you? David that’s a very strange thing to have.

David: You’re a very strange thing. Stop asking questions you narc and use it against your face. Trust me on this. Trust the process. Joel Embiid style.

(The interviewer begins to nervously laugh and puts the sandpaper behind his back, hoping David didn't see it, but he did. David has the eyes of a hawk.)

Interviewer: Hey, if you would look fifty feet behind you, you would see I set something up. I think it could really help you this week.

David: I would say no, but then you would make a scene by telling me pretty please with sugar on top and stomping your feet until you get your way like the diva you are. So I'll just save everyone the trouble and agree to whatever activity you have setup. Workers, take thirty minutes for lunch. Interviewer is buying.

Interviewer: Fine, whatever. Just follow me.

(David follows the interviewer until they approach this board with two identical pictures, or are they? DUN DUN DUN!)

David: What is this?

Interviewer: An exercise.

David: Oh no, your worst nightmare!

Interviewer: What? I don't follow.

David: What do you weigh, 275?

Interviewer: Oh, I get it. That was pretty clever. Totally won't be crying as soon as you leave. Nor am I fighting back tears right now. So look, you and Jack are obviously physically gifted.

David: Yes, this is true. We are world class athletes. Go on.

Interviewer: But sometimes, you lose focus.

David: What are you talking about?

Interviewer: Well sometimes…

(David stops listening to the interviewer and looks at a squirrel that somehow got into the stadium. What do you think that squirrel’s life story is? The interviewer tries to regain his attention. He starts to snap his fingers in front of David’s face. Just very rude and uncalled for. The interviewer is a terrible human being.)

Interviewer: See, you have a lack of focus. We can't afford that. Not when the biggest match of your professional wrestling career is so near. Well, it's big because of the stage it's at, not because of the opponents. Everybody knows that. So what I have here is an exercise where your brain is forced to pay attention to the small details. Could really help. Okay glad you agree. Let's look at these pictures first. As you can see, the images are of a nice family farm. Spot the differences. There are four total.

(David rolls his eyes as he walks up to the board. After a few seconds he turns to the interviewer.)

David: There are three chickens in the second picture compared to four in the first. There is a weird looking white line on the barn in the second picture that doesn't exist in the original. The clouds are off. And the scarecrow is missing. Easy.

Interviewer: Yes, very good. Let's take a look at these pictures next.

(The interviewer takes the farm pictures off. He hangs the next picture which is an image of a trash can and the second one being an image of Nobi.)

David: Hmmmm. This is a lot tougher, I'll give you that. (A good thirty seconds go by) There is no difference is there?

Interviewer: Very good! I thought I would trick you on that one. But congrats, you passed with flying colors. This was nice. We should hang out more. You know, you, Jack and I should go to…

(David cuts him off by pushing his board over, dismantling all of his hard work. David looks into the camera and begins talking about his match at Pain for Pride for the third time this week. That's right not one, not two, but three! Yep, better look out 24/7 Battle Royal competitors. I'm closing in on you.)

David: When it comes to David Davidson III, yes I'm a third, I usually never change my mind on anything. When my mind is made up, that's it. End of story, no discussion. But every so often, there is a rare occurrence where I do have a change of heart…and just recently, I had exactly that, a change of heart. You see when I look at other matches at this year’s Pain for Pride, I’ve noticed that many involve multiple elitists or women. Some even having eight or more. And all they do is talk over one another multiple times a day with their fanfaronade ways. I would always tell myself how glad I was to not be in those matches because sorting through all their mumble jumble would be a pain in the ass. It would be the worst! But I’ve come to realize that I envy them in a way, because they get to work with new material just about every single day while Jack and I are forced to deal with the constant hot garbage that comes out of Nobi’s mouth. Now I'm sure there are some people out there that would say “then don't put up with it David, just stop listening to him”…I so wish that was an option. But unfortunately it's not because I feel obligated to try my hardest to salvage this disastrous matchup, even though we already know what will happen and how it will end. We’ve seen this movie before, correct? But I'll try my best to not spoil it for the newer audience. Luckily for me this will be the last time I address this match, which means I'm close to no longer listening to my opponents screech about total and utter nonsense, yay! My ears will finally stop bleeding in the near future! Once again I struggle with where I should begin with you, Nobi. There is just so much wrong with what you spew in those half-assed rebuttals of yours, so it's hard to organize it all. Okay I got it, let’s talk about how this all began…again. The shot heard around the world..and in circles we shall go. I'm honestly surprised the topic of beating down Brian, only for you and your two friends to come out in the middle of it to save the day, hasn't been laid to rest by now. What else is there to say really? It's been covered. All of it. But for whatever reason, Nobi refuses to let go. Why is that? Because he wants to remind the world of how despicable we are by dragging us through the mud. It's his routine by now. He upbraids us every chance he gets because he wants the people on his side. I say let him win the popularity contest while we win the actual contest at Pain for Pride. So we beatdown Brian unfairly? Boohoo. If that was your problem with it all, then I hope your friendship with Brian really is as strong as you like to believe because it'll be your turn to get “unfairly” beatdown by The High fucking Rollerz. This time it won't be unfair because of the numbers game, nah, it'll come down to the talent mismatch. And what a fucking gap it is. Then you asked us why did we attack Brian after winning the Unified Tag Team Championships for the SECOND time and it's not because we are viscous and heartless people, au contraire Nobi! We were trying to do him a favor. By beating him to a bloody pulp, he would then have the pleasure of sharing a hospital room with his friend at the time, Robbie V. But you three disrupted that act of kindness. How dare you be so selfish. You couldn't just turn a blind eye could you? Everything is about Stuffed Crust! Yet we are the attention seekers? Yeah okay. It's impressive how you were about to say that with a straight face, by the way. Perhaps you should dip your toe in the acting world. Might as well. You have nothing to lose.

Speaking of nothing to lose, that is most likely Lioncross’ mindset heading into this match. Why wouldn't it be? This it for him. And it's perhaps the end of the line for you as well, unless you continue to rob EAW of paychecks you never earn or live up to. But remember folks, we are the bad guys in all of this, not him! With that said…we also have a lot to lose here. For starters, our reputation. We are the greatest tag team in EAW history. Everybody is well aware of that fact. And if we lose to Stuffed Crust? Oh god I just vomited a little in my mouth. But if we were to lose to them? Then people might start questioning if we are as great as they originally thought. We can't be having that. Nobody wants to live in a universe where The High Rollerz aren't the tag team champions. What a scary thought. Let's move on. What else do we have to lose? Well this next answer is obvious but these titles. We can't afford to. Not again. Not fucking again! Because tell me Nobi, what good comes from you winning these titles? If you win, the tag division goes back to square one. It goes back to being one big game of hot potato. This division needs stability and that's something we can offer. You win these cool, you and Lioncross finally win your first championships in EAW. But then what? It's just you. We’ll just get our rematch and do to you what we did to Brian. We would get reign number three and to some that might sound appealing and enticing because I've quickly learned that in EAW, people tend to forget how long the reign was. It's all about the numbers. But to go against the grain, I don't want reign number three. I want to stay on number two for the rest of our careers because that would mean we never lose them again. Don't you see? This tag division is depending on us, not you. It's pressure we can handle, pressure we welcome, while you would buckle from it. We got this.

Let's talk about you being wrong some more. It's just the best. I'm going to try to make this a rapid fire round because I'm honestly sick of talking about you. So let me get this straight, from us refusing to partake in pointless brawls with you, you see it as us running away with our tails tucked between our legs? Like I said, it's all about the bigger picture and that's Pain for Pride. Yet you took it as me allegedly admitting to Stuffed Crust being our dream opponents for the biggest show of the year. Um no. How you reached that conclusion boggles my mind. But then again, I shouldn't be surprised. You've never been known for logic or for having coherent thoughts. So like I said, the bigger picture is Pain for Pride itself. Not you. This isn't about you. This is about us. The High Rollerz. We are the stars. You are just the supporting cast. Which reminds me, you said something like how you are these huge draws. Not only that but you said wherever you and Lioncross go, demand follows. Tickets are sold out in seconds! You have no proof of that, Nobi. You have no evidence to support this ridiculous claim. It's a head scratcher for sure. If you were both these huge draws, you would be on more FPVs cards. If you were both such huge draws, this match wouldn't be on the fucking pre-show. Which is a slap to Jack and I’s face after what we are trying to do and that's turning the tag division around. Raising it from the dead. We have shown that we can put on instant classic matches and it also helps that most people want to see us get the shit beaten out of us. People love to hate us and I'm fine with that. But since we are facing you two, especially Lioncross, aka the guy that's shown no effort for this match even with being his last, we have been downgraded to pre-show status. And you know what? Fine. No seriously, fine. Like I've said countless times, Jackie boy and I are unselfish as can be. And we know that Pain for Pride will need great early matches or appearances to get the fans energized. That's where we come in. Now, we can't promise you all a great match. That's up to Stuffed Crust. We know we’ll bring it. Them? I'm not so sure. But at least you will see us early. Which means after our match, you can go back to your cars and travel back on home or to your hotel rooms while it's still light out and just read the rest of results online somewhere the next morning. Smart move, EAW. They know a lot of kids and elderly people will be there and they don't wanna be responsible for them missing their bedtime. Including Lioncross. So again, I praise this move by EAW. Let me give you a hand (David starts clapping sarcastically with a golf clap). Two more points to make and then I'm done talking for the week. Yes, sorry to deliver such sad news. Like I said, rapid fire. Let's talk about the tag division again and how you just love to criticize us as champions, even though you wouldn't know a single thing about being a champion, you abstruse tyro. You know who you sounded like yesterday, Nobi? Knights of the Dawning. They would go on and on about how when they become champs, all these new teams would magically come out of the woodwork to challenge them. Obviously they never got the opportunity to prove that theory because well, they never became champs. RoViper said the same thing and they barely got the opportunity to confute our opinion on the matter either…because well, they had one whopping week as champs. The point I'm trying to make is it shouldn't be our job to assemble these teams together to beef up the division, only for us to run right through them one by one later on. They are smart. They know this division belongs to us and it would only be a waste of their time to challenge us since they know what will happen. But every so often a team comes along that think they are different, when all they are is delusional. Hi Stuffed Crust, how are you doing? So long story short, we aren't going to go around and knock on doors and ask if they are interested in facing us for these titles. They need to want it..not be pushed and coddled into the right direction. Lastly, you talked about the stipulation of this match and I just love how you contradicted yourself in a matter of seconds. Your failed attempt of trying to make yourselves look good was beyond hilarious. So I recall saying we have shown how much we love chairs, like in our match against RoViper. You would later go on to say “but how did it work out for you?” It's true, we lost. We lost because the medical staff didn't do their job by checking on Robbie and sending him to a hospital right away. The same guy who would later come back out and make a desperation play by stealing a rather famous move from another legend to put us away, but I digress. That's besides the point. You would later go on to say, you have proved how much you love tables. You put us through a few, I do recall. But to turn the tables on you, no pun intended, “how did that work out for you?” You still lost did you not? And it was to us, was it not? That's much more relevant to our match…because last time I checked, you aren't RoViper. You are just Nobi and Lioncross. And we’ll remind you of just that...

You are JUST Nobi and Lioncross.

(David walks away and the camera fades to black. Actually fuck it, it fades to purple. I'm a trendsetter. The end.)

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 4:16 pm by **Bloody Jack**

PAIN FOR PRIDE X PROMO #2

{Greetings one and all!

Tis I…The Scribe! Here to bring you yet another perfect message of intensity and delight from the FUTURE Champion of Hardcore…Zack Crash!

The days draw ever closer to the encounter with the false champion Ahren Fournier, and already my Lord has informed me that this battle shall be known through history as…The Greatest War Among Great Wars! He has sought the wisdom and guidance of many of the most legendary spirits of war whose essence remains in the Shatter-verse. He has trained his “Damaged” body beyond even the limits of one who has achieved the next evolutionary stage. Now however…he trains his mind! We find my master, not in his usual meditation chamber, but in a ruined village somewhere in the world. The crops in the field are dried up and withering, unable to provide any form of sustenance. Many of the tiny homes are well into the process of falling to pieces, or otherwise completely collapsed. The roads are shattered, animals run wild, and place has an overwhelming aura of depression. The setting seems to perfectly echo the “Damaged” state of his own being. For although it has been “Damaged” beyond all repair, life thrives ever more greatly than it did before! People come and go as they please, chatting merrily as they go about their day, not letting the state of their home keep them from living. Proving that the most important tool of survival is your will and your ability to endure!

My master turns to face the camera, so that he may address his opponent yet again.}

Zack Crash: Tis a strange feeling to have faith in something that is much large than yourself. It gives you a sense of security and a sense of comfort, a feeling that everything that happens has happened for a reason. When you have faith, no matter what you place it in, it makes you feel like you have a purpose, like finally you are fighting for not just yourself, but for something that can possibly change the world. We look at who we were before this faith came into our being, and we realize that it was then that we were empty shells. We may have thought we knew what purpose, confidence, and pride, but really we knew nothing of the sort. All we really knew was insecurity…fear…and emptiness! That is who I used to be! Back in my lesser form I was known by many names. I was called the Ultimate Thrill Seeker because I thought I was fearless, but really I was just empty, looking to fill the void with danger. Then I was known as The Rebel because I believed myself a renegade who could change the world, but what really needed changing was myself. Then I became The Chairman and The Kingpin, thinking I had established my eternal legacy, when truly I was just afraid of losing it. But in my darkest day, in my blackest hour, a MEEEERACLE happened!   The electricity that went through me during the Inceedent Of Truth during the war with foe Ecleeepse Daymos, purged my body and soul of who I used to be! And in that moment, Nero Maxwell and the 7 Deities made themselves known to me and showed me the truth path of Enlightenment! This white mark in my hair is a sign of how my former sins have escape my body and soul, leaving me “Damaged” and better than I was before! But alas, having faith is also a trial. For you must constantly defend it and suffer the insults and slights of those incapable of seeing anything past their own nose! But we suffer those insults and insinuations. Why? Because in the end we do not hate those who slander our faith…we pity them! For they shall never know anything beyond their limited brain capacity. They shall forever hide from their own human weakness, dressing it up in words of bravado to try and hide from the world and themselves that they are just weak…tiny…insignificant insects! So go ahead my dear, pitiable foe, doubt my powers and my beliefs. It does not matter to me. I do not follow the ways of Nero Maxwell and Broken Enlightenment to please your ignorance. I do it for myself! And while perhaps you cannot see what it has done for me, that is because your mind is clouded with desires of Earthly gain. Yet you forget all things must one day end, including you! Despite your belief to the contrary, one day your reign shall end, and your body shall die. But when those things come to their inevitable end, what will you have to give you comfort in those lonely nights when your whores and sex dungeons fail to give you comfort? NOTHEEEEENG!!! Your “legacy” shall crumble into dust, only to be blown into the wind. Whereas mine…mine is eternal! For my legacy is written in both the mortal realm and the realm of the Shatter-verse! I am known and feared by beings your brain is far too tiny to comprehend existing! I praised by mortal humans as a god of the ring! But you…you are just a man. They may speak of your name with high praise and they may not. Either way, I care not for what they say! I have heard their words of doubt and mockery before, and sooner or later I always shut them up. Their words will not protect you from me when the bells of war ring, and our battle has begun in earnest. That underestimating of my abilities only serves to keep me further advantage over you. So if you wish to not tip the scales in my favor more than they already are, I suggest you take me more seriously.

{A small girl clutching a doll comes up to my master and gives a tug on his long coat to get his attention. He bends down to be at eye level with the girl, as she begins to speak in a language unfamiliar to anyone.}

Girl: Ahso meka niitien kuukuu lam kiz?

Zack Crash: Lu la grooku vyter koppop! Nai Nai!

{The girl smiles, then runs back toward her waiting parents after Zack give her a loving pat on the head. Zack stands back up, and resumes his diatribe, this time much calmer than before.}

Zack Crash: Perhaps the young one is correct. Perhaps I am being too hard on your Aaaaahren of the clan Fournear. After all, you are little more than a child yourself, not wise to the ways of the world. Oh how I look upon your face and feel the rush of nostalgia for when I was but a rookie like you…eager, stupid, and spewing words out of my mouth without thought in hopes that anyone would listen. Your words mark you as one who does not think or consider his words before he lets them fly free from his tongue. Oh the days of youth. Yes I’ll admit it took me a while to break my silence, but not because I did not value the match or its stakes. But because of the wisdom and advice given to me by the great Roman general…Gaius Julius Caesar! He informed me that a great military mind considers all avenues before he finally takes action, and that is what I did. I considered my words, their effects, and how my easily manipulated opponent might respond, and I must say you reacted quite predictably. Whereas you simply jumped into a War Of Words, without considering anything. How foolish! Yet it is cute, like listening to a child debate with an adult. For as usual with any child who argues about things he does not comprehend, your verbal diarrhea was filled with many a contradiction. Shall I list them off to you? But what good would it do? Even when confronted with how wrong you are, you have simply backtracked to “revise” your original statement. How convenient that you meant Painful Pride 5 was my debut and NOT Painful Pride 4 as you originally said. Perhaps you were fated more for a career in politics rather than wrestling. Yet when you get such simple information wrong, yet claim to know everything about me…only to then reveal you don’t know anything about me. You know your career is better than mine, yet you don’t know when I first debuted or even the nature of my transformation?! You say people view me as a joke, yet claim beating me with elevate you further?! You say I am unworthy of my status as legend, yet claim I am lowering my standards by seeking anything less than World Championship gold?! Your words are but full of contradictions and nonsense! Yet as is the responsibility of any adult to a child, it is my duty to educate you in the finer art that is known as…FACT!!! I am sad to inform you of this my dear child…but you are nothing special! Do you think you are the first person EVAH to come into this place of battle, thinking you’ll beat a veteran and fast track yourself to the top?! Do you think you’re the first person EVAH to say a veteran has no place anymore?! Do you think you’re the first person EVVVVVAAAAAAAH to pronounce your youth as better than experience?! Everything you say and do has been done by a million others like you. Admittedly you’ve survived longer than most, and for that I commend you, for that is no small feat for a mere child. But just like the others that have come before you, sooner or later your “freshness” and “newness” with evaporate and you’ll be forgotten. Because you’re not unique…because you’re generic…because you’re not capable of standing the test of time! You’ve called me a persistent fly, and that I wear as a badge of honor, for it means that I have managed to remain here when others could no longer take it! It means I made myself relevant enough to stay atop the mountain and remain one of its kings! That “persistence” you think of as an insult is what makes me unstoppable. I don’t quite and I don’t stop until I’m dead! And I don’t know if you’ve noticed but…I’M STILL ALIVE!!! You think because your first vessel has gotten you so far that it means you are great?! YOU FOOL!!! A sword that has no battle scars and has no stains is not truly battle tested. Youth is not always equal to quality. What you may call youth, I name inexperience. Do you honestly believe that Hall Of Fame seats and championship opportunities are simply handed out as party favors? Do you believe loyalty means ANYTHING to ANYBODY here?! Others have remained equally, if not more loyal than I, only to be easily forgotten. I achieved my legendary, immortal status on this earthly realm because I am one of the best to ever do battle in this ring! I have survived critics far worse that you! I have survived foes much more skilled! What are you compared to them? Just another body about to go through the roster’s revolving door. In one second…then out the next.

{A number of villagers have gathered around my master, all of them looking on in fascination, taking in every word he says for deep, thoughtful consideration.}

Zack Crash: But I will admit in one of my wrongs. You are not incorrect in saying I did originally pursue the Championship of the World. Back when I was facing Ecleepse Daymos I thought that Nero Maxwell wanted me to wear the World Championship crown when he commanded me to seek out gold, because if I were World Champion, then that would mean Broken Enlightenment was World Champion. But that was due to my own misinterpretations of the veeesions I was granted. I was wrong in what my lord desired of me. It was I who was the FOOL in that instance, and I have humbled myself before my lord in apology for my ignorance. It was only after he granted me further wisdom into his teachings that I saw his true intentions. I was meant to hold not the championship of the world, for Broken Enlightenment is beyond the world. No I was meant to hold the championship that best represented what transformed me into what I am today. It was Hardcore that guided me to my next evolutionary stage, and so I have been commanded to be the champion as such. In truth I should have seen it from the start. I do the title no disrespect in pursuing it after my World Championship desires. And I held no belief that Carson of clan Ramseeee and myself were doing battle for the World Championship. Why would I, when such a match-up had already been claimed by Tiberius of clan Jones? I knew not for what prize me and Carson were doing battle for, but I knew whatever it was, it must be what would fulfill the prophecy Nero Maxwell spoke to me. And I was right! Finally I shall achieve my destiny! Yet still I am confused by your words. You claim I do not value the belt simply because I have pursuing it after going after a previous championship? And people say my logic is crazy. Do you look at the DEDEDE and claim he is disrespecting the Interwire Championship, merely because it is not the World Championship that by your logic, is the only crown he should desire? Even now your words disrespect the title you hold and expose your own ignorance. Most grievous of all was your comment that I “take a dive”! You disgrace the title by even suggesting, even in jest, that I simply permit you to win. Oh but I have no doubt you secretly hope that I shall simply lie down for you. Would make for an easy win for you wouldn’t it? And you dare call me cowardly?! Deny it all you want, but if you truly believed beating me was such a simple task, no such words would have ever escaped your lips. Most baffling is you dare claim such an act would elevate the title more?! You truly have no concept of how to properly honor a championship’s legacy! You know what would elevate the title more…having a legend hold and defend it, and not some child looking for an easy way out! I will admit your reign has been more impressive than the others you have mentioned, but even now belt is desired by a tiny few. How many challengers have you had knocking down your door to take this belt from you before me…NONE! You have not made this belt relevant. All you have done is make this belt a statistic! Purely a number to be considered and nothing more. But all that shall soon change. When I grab hold of that crown and place it upon my own head, I shall be the first legend since the titles revival to hold it! I shall redefine the very meaning of the word Hardcore until the term appears grossly mild compared to what it means with me as champion! I shall turn this gold into the most desired crown in all of EAW! Men and women alike shall be fighting each other, simply for the chance to take me down. For to be the true King Of Hardcore, is to be the most violent, the most deadly, and most dangerous person in all the land. So by winning this belt, I shall prove myself to be better than whoever holds those World Championship crowns.

{It seems as though now the entire village as come now to view my master and his sermon on the vile, fake Champion of Hardcore. All street activity has stopped, many people who were still in their homes have left their shelters, and the only sound that can be heard from blocks around is my master’s voice, with the occasional excited chatter and awe of wonder from the watchers. Some have been begun to bow and worship the brilliance that is my master.}

Zack Crash: But oooooh how I pity you beyond all others I have faced. Even now as I hear your words and watch you, I see nothing but a man full of emptiness. All this frolicking, all this talk of sexual relations with the female spectrum, all of it is but the actions of a man with nothing to give himself purpose. For I ask you, why effect does what you shown have upon our match? What relevancy did it serve to be a vendor of the condoms? Certainly this cannot be the “hardcore” lifestyle you supposedly live? It is little more than distraction, but not for the viewers or me…but for yourself! It is a distraction from the fact that you know everything you say is less than worthless! It is to distract you from the inevitable defeat you know is to come. But most of all, it is to distract you from the fact that when you lose, your life with be meaningless! You will have lost the one thing you coveted most, but did not deserve! You will have been humbled by a man you clearly don’t respect, but who is far superior to you in every aspect of the word! And you will have nothing to shield yourself from these harsh truths. Your words can never hurt me, because win or lose, victory or defeat, crown or no crown, I shall always have Broken Enlightenment to guide me, and I know sooner or later it will show me the way to greatness higher than anything EAW could offer me! You, however, only have this. You’re greatness last only as long as your reign does, and when it ends, so to does the worlds interest in you.

This may be your first Painful Pride, but going up against me in a Hardcore Match…it may also be your last! Will you survive? Or will you be…

ERASED…ERASED…ERASED…ERASED!!!

{Together, all the villagers, including the little girl who drops her original dolly and picked up a Zack Crash doll, faces toward the camera with my master, and begin slashing at the air with their arms as the chant a similar, single word in their own, native language.}

Villagers: ERAZZ…ERAZZ…ERAZZ…ERAZZ!!!

{Fade to black.}

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 3:58 pm by Judas Lemuel

Something special is about to take place I smell a takeover, or maybe even a burial is about to happen in remembrance of the three men who are hanging on my a thread, I ask Cage sometimes, what is it in this world that causes men to be so barbaric? Is it the feeling of POWER, maybe it is the GREED! I got it, it's supremacy, which is exactly what you, Ares and Jaywalker will show at Pain for Pride. You and Ares may not be able to see eye to eye but I can point out a common thought you both share and that is these three men are broken and feeble and Cage, Ares and Jaywalker will be the ones to feast on the bodies of these men. Dubian has to live with the fact that he is a failure of a champion evermore so than the claims of Cage's championship reign, I don't remember anyone ever having the courage to steal the EAW Championship away from Cage or even desecrate it to where it is no more. The championship was meant to honor those who put their hard work and time into EAW and you ruined it, Penance is to be paid for that and you will pay dearly for it. You have no one to blame but yourself, you are the reason for your own demise as you are the reason for the demise of a storied championship that represents legacy. Your legacy is almost like the championship that went up in flames because you are playing with fire when you are stepping inside the ring with Cage, pouring more gasoline isn't really a smart idea. I will say though Ares, you have a way with words almost so much that you've made Cage realize that their bones might as well be glass because they have broken so easily, you've managed to get Cage even more motivated than he already was to silence the mouths of these outmatched gunslingers firing with everything they have in their last hurrah!

It still won't be enough.

I look at the world and realize it takes two to argue, but it also takes one coffin to put one singular body in it. We've argued and shared our barbs of what would happen if this were 2011 or what we feel were going to do to one another, time is up and this week has taught me that the words of these feeble men were foreshadowing what we already know. They are weak, they fight from emotion not from strategy and it is their emotion and pride that will lead them to their coffin. It's a beautiful story and a wonderful nightmare all wrapped into one, I commend Banks, Dubian and even you HBB even if you haven't had anything to do in this war but be the whipping boy of the three men you will encounter. You've told a beautiful story that will be told among other great tales such as David Vs Goliath, except the story has no happy ending for you, your story ends the same way Showdown ended with your team in dire strengths. The reason of Cage's inclusion into this war is that of theirs no other place he'd rather be than fighting in a war that will end with barbaric bloodshed, he's a living breathing war machine and is fully prepared to go to hell and back but I promise the trip will become an eternity for you. We may have been at each others throats but there is a common goal at hand, this isn't a war for championships, this isn't a war to make Cage get along with people, this isn't even a war now. It's the last stand, HBB has been on his last legs, Dubian mentally has been challenged and on his last legs and Banks you have shown signs of weakness, you are on your last legs. The last stand of these men that are revered by the populace, I'm sorry but the dream of Ares, Jay and Cage taking the fall is just that a dream and soon you'll realize there is no place for dreaming when reality is staring you right in the face. They are the executioners, the men who will see to it that this grave you dug for yourselves doesn't go to waste.

We send our regards, in the word of Ares to the 'mongrels'.

The nostalgia of CM Banks will wear off soon, he'll make his entrance, prance around the ring like he's gods gift to the world of what we do, it'll wear off as soon as the bell tolls and he realizes this isn't a fight he can win. This isn't a reckless brawl, this is a team who is ready for you Banks, ready for you Dubian, ready for everything you have to give everything you have like only you can HBB, it was never enough, you can't stop the violent storm that is approaching. You've used your words to sell tickets, your job is done and it's now the job of Cage, Ares and Jaywalker to eliminate the three of you, it didn't have to be personal, it didn't have to come to this. But when I say this is the end you can see in Cage's eye that I really mean it, can't help but agree with Ares at the point that three feeble dogs on their last legs will be put down and out of their misery.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 3:47 pm by **showster26**

The 24/7 Battle Royal @ Pain For Pride, Promo #7

(The scene opens backstage at MetLife Stadium. It's here that we find Pain For Pride Ten interview area where Michael Belfort is standing by.)

Belfort: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments away from what has become a staple of every Pain For Pride. The match where over thirty competitors will battle it out for the chance at holding a contract good for a title match, anytime, anywhere. I'm taking about the 24/7 Battle Royal, and right now we’re going to get a word from one of the participants, he is the, ugh, Social Media Champion of Elite Answers Wrestling, please welcome “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels.”

(Michaels walks into the frame, dressed in his ring gear with matching vest, his gold rimmed Gucci aviator Sunglasses, and his million dollar grin.)

Belfort: “Mark Michaels, tonight could be a huge shot in the arm of your career. With a victory and the 24/7 contract, it could potentially shake up the entire landscape of Dynasty. Tell us mister Michaels, how do you plan to overcome thirty three other competitors in a single match?”

Michaels: “I'll be glad to tell you Michael, but why don't you back up a step and give me some space.”

(Belfort does as asked.)

Michaels: “little bit more, here let me hold the mic for you.”

(Belfort backs up a bit further from Michaels. Now to the edge of the frame.)

Michaels: “just a tiny bit further, I'll tell you when.”

(Belfort takes another step, now completely out of the frame.)

Michaels: “Perfect. Now to answer your question Michael, yes no doubt this will be he biggest win of my career. Without hesitation I can say yes wholeheartedly, the result of this match will turn Dynasty, and EAW as a whole, on its head. And to do so, to beat thirty three men and women representing every brand of EAW, to overcome such insurmountable odds, one has to be Perfect. Luckily for me, perfection runs thru my vains. It's in my DNA. It's who I am twenty four seven, three sixty five. From sun up to sun down and back again, ever moment of every day, I am simply the greatest thing that this company has going for it.

So tonight in the biggest match, of the biggest Pain For Pride in history, I am gonna go out there and just be me.

So Johnny Nova, do yourself a favor and chill the fuck out. I swear you've been rambling on and on for a week, and it's given me a giant fucking headache. Seriously dude you've been here how long? And you've gotten your ass kicked in every match you've had. Remind me again just what makes you even worthy of being allowed to stand across from me in that ring? If you think it's because your anything more than fresh piece of shit the suits can throw against the wall to see if it sticks, you're dead wrong. Buddy, at this point you've have got to start comings to grips with the fact that your just cashing a paycheck, and headed on home, because there is no way in hell that I am going to allow some johnny come lately, to walk thru the door and and take what rightfully belongs to me. Son maybe next year your time will come, but I’ve worked too hard, for too long, to just let your dumb ass walk away with that contract. Treat this as a learning experience, the lesson being, that when you're standing across from Mark Michaels, your ass gets beat from bell to bell.

Thank god Anthony Leonhart didn't waste more than a minute of our time with his last little spiel. It was short, pointless, and entirely uninteresting, just like Anthony’s career to date. Brownie points for keeping quiet and facing the fact that his ass is gonna get tossed over the top rope quicker than. A heartbeat. You know the rest of you could take a page from Leonhart’s book. Keeping your word short and sweet, because you'll have to swallow every single one of them. Promising very little, and delivering about as much. Thank you Anthony for being an example to the rest of these loud mouth jackasses. When we’re out there tonight, I'll still kick your ass, but I'll do my best to leave you with a shred of dignity to your name.

Lethal Consequences, if this match doesn't do a damn lick of good for the person who wins it, than why are you even bothering to show up? If there's no point in having a guaranteed match for a championship of your choosing, at the moment you choose it, than why haven't you just skipped out on this battle royal, and climbed up to the top of that mountain the right way as you put it. Bro, your mouth has more horse shit than a stable. If You yourself are a former 24/7 winner, and if things are really as harass you say they are, in guessing you just would have bought a ticket to see the show, instead of just clogging up a space in this match. Oh, excuse me, I forgot that you already came into this one knowing there isn't a chance your ass could come straight from retirement to being fast tracked to a title. You already know you can wind this one, so your just gonna hate on the winner before the opening bell even rings. Just come out and say what we already know, you're only here tonight to snag a paycheck, and get that nostalgia pop that so many of you washed up wash outs are tweaking for. Face facts Lethal, your time has long passed you by, and now you are about to see the Mark Michaels era of EAW kick off right here at Pain For Pride. Tonight is my night, now is my time. If you get in my way, I'm gonna kick your ass right back to the old folk’s home your ass crawled out of.

Jon McAdams, you said I was a desperate man. You're goddamn right I am. I'm desperate to win this one, not because I'm a failure, but because the deck always gets stacked against me. I need this win tonight because I am sick and fucking tired of getting screwed over and never once having the situation rectified. I have had it with the management of Dynasty playing favorites, and then doing everything it can to keep down anyone who might rise up to do them better. I am tired of the Tig Kelly’s, Lucas Johnson’s, and Lucian Black’s of the world getting pushed down everyone’s fucking throats at my expense. I am sick of being passed over or made a third wheel. I am done being screwed by the system. Now I'm taking control over not just my future, but the future of EAW. and when I win this battle royal, I'm going on to cash in that contract and cement myself as the face of Dynasty, the top dog here in EAW. Come at me Jon, and not the way you and Showman come at each other back at the hotel after. Try me and you'll see exactly how dangerous I am. You see what being fucked over for some douche who dosen’t even realize how much the suits are doing to keep him propped up in his spot. You'll see what happens when a man is pushed aside time and again, and railroaded with every single event. If you think you can last five minutes in this one without me torching your ass in that ring, that step up, put daddy’s money where your mouth is and let's see what happens bitch.

Cody Marshall, I do recall Reckless Wiring, and how I took your best shots and still kept going. You know to be one of the first two inside Hell’s Warpath match, and he the second to last eliminated, not bad. Especially when you consider that I you weren't even the one to beat me champ. From you lousy chokeslam, to getting nailed in the balls with a cane, to getting nailed with brass knuckles, I survived all of it and was right there till nearly the end. You beat Ryan Marx, and then turned around and got your ass handed to you by Lucas Johnson. If you don't understand what i just said, I'll simplify it for your tiny, inbread, brain. You're a fluke. Plain and simple. And the best you can hope for is lasting more than a minute when I got you in my sights Marshall. You talk about your future being on the line, mother fucker the entire company's future rest with me. Not only because I'm the man who'll be headlining the next decade of Pain For Prides. But because there is no way In hell I’m letting some overgrown, pig fucking, sister kissing, xenophobic moron like you win that contract. Fuck I wouldn't be caught dead allowing a man who’s so inbread he's his own goddamn grandfather, hold something as valuable as the 24/7 contract. So why don't you head back to dirt lick Texas, and get back to being the punchline of a Jeff Foxworthy joke, and leave the title matches to men who could add up 24 plus 7.

Darkane, you think that anything you would say could ever get under my skin? That would imply I give a fuck about what passes thru your lips. I only asked for you to keep that yapper of yours shut because you're annoying little voice, is making people tune out in droves. This is the biggest Pain For Pride in history, and every word you say keeps lowering the buy rate. So allow me to kindly ask a again, pretty please with sugar on top, shut your dumb fucking mouth. Oh and while I got your attention allow me to elaborate on what I said last time. See first I'm going to plant your head directly into the canvas with a Picture Perfect. Still with me here? Good. Than after your ass is out cold. In going to scrape you up off the mat like the piece of dog shit that you are, and toss you up and over the top rope. And once you've come too a bit. You’ll see me with my hand raised. Now do you get the picture you dumb fuck?

And Tig Kelly. Let me get this straight, you've privileged me? You made me famous? You must be hitting the bottle a bit too hard. Either that or I knocked you too hard upside the head a few weeks ago. In either case the last brain cell has gone the way of the dodo. Tig you think I'm biting the hand that feeds? No, I'm simply putting you back in your proper place beneath my feet at the bottom of the totem pole. You wanna knock me out Tig? You had a year and a half to try and do so and instead you ducked me for as long as you could. If I'm such a squandered talent, if I’m such a low level nothing, than how is it the great Tig Kelly can never muster up more than a fluke victory against me. Tig, tonight I am setting so many wrongs right. And one of them is beating your ass, and claiming my spot on at the top of the Dynasty mountain. Tonight you are at the top of the hashtag hitlist, and come hell of high water, I'm making sure it gets crossed off. Tonight I rise up and take my place in the pantheon of All time greats in professional wrestling. Tonight I rise above all the bullshit and break thru in the biggest way possible, on the biggest stage of them all.

Tonight is my night. And not a single one of you overhyped, underdeveloped dicks are gonna stop me from getting that contract. Tonight you all see why millions upon millions of Friends, Followers, and Subscribers have made me the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero. Tonight you see the rise of a wrestling god, and the face of all professional wrestling take his rightful place. Tonight you will see the skill and determination that have made me the brightest burning star in the company. And when my hand is raised, there will not be a doubt in MetLife Stadium that I am Perfection Incarnate. This one is in the bags for me, and in a few minutes you're all gonna Picture THAT!

Now excuse me Michael, I have a match to win.”

(Michaels tosses the microphone off screen. The camera swings in time to see Belfort catch it.)

Belfort: “Strong words tonight from Mark Michaels, let's see if he can make good on his promise to win, here tonight at Pain For Pride.”

FADE TO BLACK.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 3:12 pm by **Drake Jaeger**

I’ve never found joy in putting down such a pathetic, old dog. Let alone three of them.

A smarter mongrel would have known to when to stop when he was beaten and humiliated merely one year ago. All of the vengeance-fueled hate you mustered in that feeble body of your’s couldn’t stop me, so what makes you believe the story will not remain the same with two other broken down bags of bones at your side? I have no doubt in my mind that you were hoping a day such as this would come. A day when you finally get to repay the debt you owe to Ares Vendetta. Do you still think about it? Do the memories of everything I’ve done to you replay over and over in your mind? Do you clutch your fist in rage, thinking about how I stole that precious Answers World Championship out from under you? Does it fill your mind with lustful redemption when you remember how many months I took from your career? Pain For Pride was no more than a reality check for you, mongrel. I could have ended your life right then and there, but everyone has their flaws. Mine is that I take too much joy in torturing mongrels who stand before me. I enjoy inflicting enough punishment to bring those proud fools down to their knees, and I relish every second spent making them regret every decision they ever made that brought them down the path of Ares Vendetta. But you don’t regret it, do you? You don’t regret anything you’ve ever done, isn’t that right? That’s what I love about someone as proud as you. I look the fools that ignore the mistakes they’ve made. You’re one of those who can rush into certain death and refuse to flee, even when you know it’s inevitable. Why? Because you made your decision, and you know you must stick by it, no matter where it takes you.

However, you won’t be the only one.

Not this time.

No, this time, two more innocent people will sink down into the ground with you. If you had a brain in your head, you would have ended it where your fate was certain. You would have thought better of any pursuit of Jaywalker and myself, and none of this would have happened. The Hall of Fame Championship would rightfully be around the waist of the man who brought it into the World, and it would continue to thrive. What became of you after that was of no importance to either of us. You could have went and licked your wounds or simply died. It made no difference. Yet, you’ve always been one to fight against the dying of the light. You’ve never been one to back down. You never compromise, not even in the face of your own personal armageddon. I admire your tenacity, even if it’s just a poor weapon that prolongs the inevitable. In another World, you would have been a fitting ally to me. Your constant pursuit for revenge is something I can relate to, but you always seem to stand on the wrong side, don’t you? Last year, you tasted the most humiliating defeat of your entire existence, and yet it didn’t give you a hint, did it? It didn’t make things clear for you whatsoever. I looked you dead in your eyes when the smoke had cleared and I was victorious. I had hoped the man I saw that night would have died, and yet, here he is, once more on my doorstep.

So be it.

Take whoever you want to the grave with you. It makes no difference to us. Your fate is sealed. Even now with all of that hate running through your veins, you cannot find it in yourself to color outside the lines of your laughable little honorable ways. You’re the greatest example of someone failing to learn from history, because you are doomed to repeat it again, and again, and again. You think those by your side make any kind of a difference? They don’t. Not in the slightest. They’re shields that will be broken through with ease. No amount of experience and honor is enough to save you, no more than it was last year. I’ve stood before you at your most sadistic, and I have made you fall before me just as they all have. Nothing changes, mongrel. You will never change. You can’t change. That much is true. The only value I take in all of this is that I will not make the same mistake twice. I’ve grown tired of torturing you, no matter how amusing it may be. You’ve rushed head on into a certain death, but you will not stop. You won’t back down. You won’t flee. This is the hill you choose to die on, so be it. Live however it pleases you, and die by that sword. This is how the ballad of Devan Dubian comes to an end. I hope the two mongrels at your side sacrificing themselves for your selfish choice was worth it. I will watch everything you’ve held so dearly collapse upon you.

Let your ideals drag you to your grave, mongrel.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 2:30 pm by **Ares Vendetta**

Do you have any idea how futile it is for a man to attempt to kill another while he’s already bleeding out, well beyond the point of no return?

It’s painful to watch you squirm and struggle against the inevitable, Viper, it really is. Coming to terms with what you are isn’t fun. The big difference between the two of us - what makes you a faker and me not - is that I know who I am. I know it. I’ve never denied it. When I signed that contract, you were well aware of who I was. Deep down, you’ve always known, haven’t you? Just like I knew who you really were, deep down. Hidden in the back of our minds, in a place where we both ignore. Nobody wants that. Nobody wants to open that can of worms. It’s better to just live peacefully, isn’t it? I couldn’t do it anymore. Not like this. I couldn’t bite my tongue anymore while you threw everything away for such a ridiculous purpose. A purpose you can’t even come to terms with. It turns my stomach every time I have to listen to you glorify your actions, as if what you did was honorable. We’re not honorable men. Can’t you see that? We’re selfish fools that just want to feed our insatiable egos, but you continue going on as if there was a higher purpose to all of this. There isn’t, and there never has been. There hasn’t been a genuine purpose to anything you’ve ever done in a long, long time. You would sooner take the blows and let it bleed you dry as you continue to take my life with your dull blades and faulty shield, instead of simply taking everything truly wrong with you and making it your blades, and making it your shield.

The World knows.

Do you?

Anyone with eyes can see who you are and what you’ve done all of this for. Deep down to the very core of a man named Brian Daniels, there’s a complex that urges him to do absolutely everything in his power to ensure he not only faces, but defeats Robbie V, no matter where or when. By hook or by crook, you made certain it came to fruition. You looked in the eyes of everyone around you and told them that this was for the sake of making it happen, because you had done absolutely everything else there was to do. Is that right? Did you? How much time have you spent inflicting this pain upon yourself as opposed to others? How long did you sit in the darkness, ignoring all of the victories, all of the accolades, all of the gold - thinking about the day you would get Robbie V in a ring? Believe it or not, I’m trying to help you. I have to hurt you. I have to do it. I don’t want to do it. I never have. I have children that I’ve never been any sort of a father figure to, and perhaps you are the closest it’ll ever come to having someone I genuinely try to look after. As much of a selfish, sadistic, narcissist fool I am, I have never been more infuriated than I was when I watched you throw your career away for this. I have never wanted to slap someone across the face quite like I did when I saw you just give up and sacrifice all that you had left to give. Because of you, Murrow won. He won this. He beat us. We could have kept going. You could have done so much more. So much fucking more.

But you didn’t.

And you never will now.

The damage is done, but not all of it. Not by a longshot. There’s plenty more to give to you. I have never in my entire existence wanted to hurt you, up until that moment when you opened your mouth and ended your career. Not when I struggled to get you to get your ass into gear and fight by my side at Pain For Pride. Not when I watched you throw your career away the first time. Not when you stabbed me in the back and twisted the blade. Not when you threw your career away the second time. Not every single time you spat in my face and disrespected me. Never. And I hoped it would never come to that. I hoped this day would never come, but it has. So here it is. There you are. Here I am. I have to keep talking, because I don’t… I don’t know what I’ll do when I have nothing left to say to you, Viper. That’s a terrifying thought to me. I’ve spent my entire life doing harm to others for my own gain, but all of this… Everything here… I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to hurt someone more than I do right now, so I just have to keep talking. I have to keep talking until there’s nothing left to be said, because when that moment comes, I’m going to go to a place I don’t like. A place where nothing else matters. Victory is just a perk, because the real goal will be breaking you in the middle of that ring. There’s something deep down in me that thrives off of taking ambitions like your’s and shattering them before your eyes.

In the end, Viper, all you’ve ever believed in was a lie. You believed in me, and you were wrong. You believed in yourself, and you were wrong. You believed you would get a match with Robbie V… And you were wrong. Even now. Even two days before we’re standing across the ring from one another and the bell has rung, you’re still wrong. More than you could have ever imagined. There won’t be a match at Pain For Pride. There will be a mercy killing. On the outside, you pretended to be an honorable man, just trying to do the right thing and prove you’re one of the best, but strip all of that away, and you were just a sad, pathetic, miserable little man that did nothing without it being a means to his end of facing me. You need to be put out of your misery, Viper, and I’m going to be the one to do it. Not for you, not for me, but for the both of us. If your body isn’t in a condition bad enough to require retirement, it will be. You can be rest assured of that. You won’t leave Pain For Pride the man you always thought you were, just like I did. I’m sure you were watching, three years ago. I believed in who I was. I believed I was something that I truly wasn’t. I put everything on the line for a purpose. I hurt everyone in my way to get a match I believed I needed. I did EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING TO GET HIM IN THAT RING! AND I GOT HIM! AND I LOST! I LOST ALL OF IT! MY sanity! MY dignity! Everything!

That’s the cruel, cruel irony of it, Viper! You’ve spent so long and done so much to prove you’re not below me! That you’re better than Robbie V! Hell, you’re just like me! You’re just as stupid as I was, and you’re going to pay the price for it, just like I did! It’s time that you taste the most crushing defeat of your entire Goddamn life. When all you ever worked towards comes crashing down onto you, and all you ever thought was true is now just a lie. Where do you go from there? Where? You reached out, Viper. You gave me a chance at redemption. I got a shot to make things right after I took my loss, but you? You have nothing. There’s nothing for you to ever go back to. Your career is over here, win or lose. And you will lose. You’ve already lost. You lost the moment you opened your mouth. You lost the moment you set out on this journey. You lost the very moment you looked in a mirror in disgust, ripped off that mask, and called yourself Brian Daniels. This is what it all amounts to, Viper. Enjoy the moment while it lasts, because it’s fleeting.

You spent your entire life with your story being written not by your own hand, but mine.

I will finish that story, close the book, and let the legacy of Brian Daniels fade away into the darkness with the World knowing exactly how it ends.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 1:40 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

VII.

That’s the thing, Aria. I am the heroine of this story. I am the true savior of Empire. I am the only who dethroned Cailin Dillon. I am the woman who has to constantly prove to you bitches that I am better than you in any way, shape or form. It’s not a complexity issue. It’s not because I am delusional. It’s because I really am better than you, Cailin or ANY female on the Empire brand. I know, it’s not processing through your think skull. In your mind, there is no other woman who is worthy enough to dethrone me, but you. Sadly, that seems to be the same thing with Cailin. I didn’t tell you my story so you can cry about my trials. The reason I brought up my story is because it should inspire you. It should make you believe that you should never settle for anything less. I mean, it doesn’t matter how many times you get your ass beat by Drake & Jones or Ahren Fouriner, you’ll get your reward in the end. You’ll get everything that your heart most desires. It just won’t happen at Pain for Pride. No. Tomorrow night, will be the continuation of the saga of Aria Jaxon. This saga will focus on how much Aria tries to dethrone the Womens World Champion, but she is STILL not able to get the job done. Don’t worry, Aria. You are not alone in your journey to be the face of your entire brand. Just like I told you, my boyfriend’s opponent is dealing with a similar problem as you. As much as he tries to become World Heavyweight Champion, he still manages to fail on that conquest. He fails on dethroning the champion. The two of you should talk about your struggles over a cup of coffee. There’s just no way the two of you will manage to get the job done. I admit—you will show heart. You’ll put your best foot forward and you will give it your all; however, like always, it will never be enough as long as I am carrying this championship. I have showed Empire and EAW what it means to be a champion in 2017. There is no way who is willing to throw down the challenge as much as I am. I mean, it’s nice that all these World Champions are facing their main challenger. It’s nice that they have all their focus on that one opponent who has been a pain in their ass for the past several months. It’s all fine and dandy though. Those champions are not me. I’m not only taking on you, Aria; I am also taking on Cailin. I’m taking on Empire’s best contenders in one match. I am going into a war where most people think that I have no chance in hell of winning. I may not be an underdog and I may not be a favorite in the match, but I am the woman who has proven in MULTIPLE occasions that she is the best. You don’t believe me? That’s fine. This weekend will be just another prime example of how much the New Era does not compare to the Old Era of women. You are way over your head if you think that you’re better than me. If you were better than me, you would have been champion by now. If you claimed about being the best. You would have proved in your first shot at the Womens Championship. Sure, you can make excuses of people interfering in your title matches. It’s the same excuse that Cailin has given me. I mean, you girls just enjoy hiding behind excuses for your failures. After your match against the Heart Break Gal, you were angry at losing the Vixens Championship. You may have given her a hug, but you still hated the fact that you lost your title. You were outperformed by a woman who you thought could not be in your league. You were outshined by a woman who took the title from you like it was taking candy from a baby. I may have not competed in much matches as champion. You may think that I haven’t had any credible wins as champion. Why would a champion like me be booked against you women? Why would someone who has established herself as a threat on Empire face women who are a waste of my time? Terminus didn’t determine the fate of my championship reign. Just like you stated, it was a cute little tag match set up by Cleopatra. Do you think that I should be concerned about you? As I recall, you pinned Brody. You never pinned me. I got no reason to be nervous. I got no reason to be worried about my championship reign ending. It’s not going to end. I’m not going anywhere. The question I have for you is: will you be here one I not only defeat you, but Cailin as well? You think that you’re going to be the woman who knocks me off my pedestal? You think that it’s going to be as simple to knock me off just like it was to knock you off. I’m fucking comfortable on my throne. I am fucking comfortable at the top of the Division. This match is going to make history! I get to be part of history! Behind the Regina George complex that you claim I have, I am just like you and Cailin. I want to be a part of history. I want to be a part of another Match of the Year award winning match. My ego is not going anywhere. My ego is as big as my dreams. My dreams have almost come true. One of them was to walk into Pain for Pride as Womens Champion. What’s my next dream you may ask? To leave East Rutherford, New Jersey STILL Womens World Champion. It’s been fun talking to you, Aria.

Not really.

Ooh no! I am so scared of you, Cailin. There is no telling what you are capable of! There is no telling what will happen the moment you get your hands on me! There’s no telling what lengths you will go through in order to gain back the Womens Championship! I am so scared right now! I don’t know if I can get through this title reign! I don’t think that I can go to MetLife Stadium. There is no way I have what it takes to go up against Cailin or Aria. There is no way that I will be able to step up to the challenge. I mean, what do I have to offer in the match? I am just the Womens Champion! I am the face of the Empire brand. I am the woman who has overcome challengers like the GOAT La Diva. I am the woman who has been shaking and trembling the moment this match was announced. I have been looking for excuses to get out of this match! There is no way that I am going to leave Pain for Pride with the Womens Championship! There is no way that I will be able to overcome the challenge. You know what? I say “screw it”. I’ll just vacate my championship. I let Cailin and Aria face each other for the vacated Womens Championship! I’ll just leave with my tail in between my legs and back off. I go back to my beautiful mansion in Los Angeles with my sexy, but bald pool boy. I mean, that’s all Aria thinks of me! That’s all you probably think of me, Cailin. I ADMIT IT. I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE IN THIS MATCH. I will let all the insecurities get the best of me. There is no fucking way that I can go through this match! There is no way! I can look Cailin in her eyes and not shit in my pants. I AM SO SCARED. Be right back. Crying and slitting my wrists.

Is that what you wanted, Cailin?

Is that the response you wanted from me? I’m glad that my words can make you laugh, but it won’t be a laughing matter this weekend. I do not think that you clearly understand how fucking important this match. This goes beyond your issues with me. This goes beyond all the betrayal that you did to me. This is about the Womens Championship. One of the most prestigious championships on Empire. Sure, it’s a “no shit Sherlock” moment for you, but as we inch closer to Pain for Pride, this all becomes so real. Ten years. Ten fucking years. I began my war of words with those two sentences, but for a Womens Championship match this huge, it’s ten years in the making. A Womens Division as impactful like this is ten years in the making. We all have proven our worth to being part of this match. We all have proven that we deserve a place in the Show of Immortals. Despite all the elementary school comments about fake body parts from you and Aria, you cannot deny my greatness. You cannot deny the fact that I have pushed you women to the next level. Sure, I would have wished that my opponents were actually women instead of little girls, but I guess this one time, I’ll settle for less. I’ll settle for girls who haven’t become women yet. You may call yourself women. You may call yourself as some of the best female Elitists out of the new crop of women, but I’m the best in general. I am the best female Elitists in the ten years EAW has been open. You can put words in my mouth all you want, Cailin. I never called people who lose their titles trash. I never called you trash. I don’t think your trash. Hell, I don’t think that idiot Aria Jaxon is trash. No one in this match is trash. The only thing trashy in this match are your shitty attitudes. The only thing that I have a problem with is how you go on with things. It’s nice that you’ve on from Grand Rampage. The sting of you losing your title is still there. It still plays like a record in the back of your mind. I know me dethroning you for the title plays in the back of my mind. I cannot wait for Pain for Pride. I cannot wait to see both me and Consuela walk away with all the gold Empire can provide. It’s bound to happen, Cailin. I know that you and Aria cannot wait to get your hands on me. If there is one thing that the two of you losers have in common, it’s your hatred for me. I don’t care if I’m the main target in this match. It does not matter if you gain up on me the moment the bell rings. As champion, I have targets behind my back. As much as I sit comfortably on my throne, I still need to be alert to anyone who threatens me. I’m aware of the challengers of you and Aria. I am aware that the two of you will not stop at any cost to get the Womens Championship. I want to retain this title. I want to walk out of MetLife Stadium with gold hanging above my head. In twenty-four hours, that vision will become a reality.

Ladies, let’s steal the show.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 12:46 pm by **Empress Madison**

Pain for Pride Promo #5

"If you thinking I'mma ~~quit~~ before I die, dream on"

-Drake

Here we are in the great state of New Jersey, just kidding It's not that great, I mean there is a reason it is called the armpit of America, but regardless for one weekend at Metlife Stadium, the home of the New York Giants, and that other team that nobody cares about, what is their name again the New York Nets? No the New York Mets! No that's not it, Oh right the New York Jets! That's it, it will be a sold out 80,000 plus screaming excited EAW fans, on EAW's grandest stage of them all. And for one weekend, everybody will be piling into New Jersey, and boy are they in for a treat, there will be approximately twenty matches on this years Pain for Pride event like holy crap right? Now I have been talking all week, I have dissed my opponents, I have even dissed my teammates. I have told stories about my career, so what else could I possibly talk about, and to be quite honest with you guys I have had enough of talking for one week, I just want to get in that ring in front of those 80,000 people and do what I do best. This will be my second Pain for Pride match, and as everybody knows in my first match I stole the show, stole all the headlines, what will I do for an encore, you will just have to stay tuned. Now this week I expected there to be a lot of talk, and a lot of bickering back and fourth, between my opponents and my teammates, now while there has been quite a big of bickering it has been for the most part quite, we haven't heard a single word from Jessica Quinn, Amelie Larrieux and Mei Hatsuky, I mean it doesn't surprise me, those three are bottom feeders, the fact they are even in this match where there is such a high stake is laughable, what have they done to deserve a chance at the Woman's Championship, nothing absolutely nothing. Then you have Revy, she has said some stuff, it's too bad I didn't care to listen, because she is boring I would rather watch paint dry than listen to her talk, I have never seen her in the ring, but if she wrestles as good as she talks, we don't have to worry about a thing. The two most loudest bitches this week have to go to Stephanie Matsuda and April Song, April of course is my so called teammate, Stephanie is the captain of that group of misfits she has going on there however Stephanie seems most concerned with April of all people, which is actually quite funny because Stephanie and April have had like the same career in EAW. They are like one long rerun of the same thing, they say they same things, they walk the same way, they talk from their ass, I mean come on already, can both of you just shut the fuck up and just step aside, because the real main event is here and as far as I am concerned neither of you are walking out on two feet at Pain for Pride, and April you stupid idiot don't ever send me another message again, just who the hell do you think you are? Don't ever say my name with such disrespect like that again, or else you will get a visit with my fist in your face. I don't care if we are suppose to be working together this week, I don't care for you, I don't care for your attitude and I don't care for a loud mouth who has accomplished nothing, talking down on someone like me. So please just do me and everyone else a favor and just stop talking, kay thanks! I just sit here and shake my head at all the stupidity that has t surrounds me in the Empire locker room, I try to get away from it all, I try to just let the idiotic comments from stupid bitches roll off my shoulders, but at the same time I have to defend my good name. It's kind of like what Megan Raine did, this is a good example, because of how much Megan talked shit about me, I tried to ignore it, but she wouldn't stop, so what I did to her at Terminus was justified, I told her what was coming and she wouldn't listen. Just like I am telling everybody in my match at Pain for Pride what is coming, they won't listen of course, because everybody is a thick headed son of a bitch on Empire, but it's okay they will soon learn, because when I win at Pain for Pride, my charge back to the top it doesn't stop there. It doesn't stop when I win the Woman's Championship either, no it stops when I finally get some respect put around my name, because for far too long my name has been just thrown out there, and just been pissed on like it is nothing. I am here to tell you all that Pain for Pride X is going to be my greatest victory yet. People don't understand that if you keep counting me out, I am just going to keep on coming at you like a vicious lion, and just like a lion I am hungry to get back on top. There is nothing else for me to say, that I haven't already said this week. This has been one long dragged out week, and I am just ready to walk down that ramp, in front of 80,000 strong, and do what I do best, and that is knock bitches heads off. So ladies get ready, because the time for talk is over with, we will find out who is full of shit, and who is the strongest competitor in this match. Let's go! I am ready let's do this!

Pain for Pride X Promo: #2 June 23rd 2017, 12:36 pm by **PrinceofPhenomenal**

[ltr](A luxurious black limo is shown pulling up in front of the Met Life Stadium as it slowly stops) [/ltr]

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(A handsome Prince of Phenomenal is shown exiting the limo in a suit as he alredy has a microphone in his hand) [/ltr]

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(The limo pulls off as Prince temporarily puts his luggage to the side as he begins to speak) [/ltr]

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POP: The time is now. This is why we're here. I've traveled all across this planet performing and trying to make a better life for myself. All of the bruises and bumps I've taken over the years to make sure I'm living lavish and that I'm going down as one of the greatest extremist of all time. All of those trials and triumphs have boiled down to now. It's simply time to put up or shut up. My first return a few weeks ago didn't go as planned as I needed to step back and re-group. Last week, however, I was able to get back on track. I got back to doing what I was doing best and that was winning. There should be no reason as to why the fans or anyone who watches EAW should see me down on that man. I mean let's be reality, I'm putting the asses in the seats anyway. The ratings and the viewership all across the board are up over the last few weeks because I am back in that ring. This company needs to stay on top of the professional wrestling world and I am here to make sure that happens. Time and time again false prophets and idols try to step on the throne that is rightfully mine and has made this company look weak. I was told that EAW was looking and searching high and low for someone with experience of carrying a company to the top and making sure that it stayed there. Well, look no further than right here. I've seen it all and done it all. [/ltr]

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My match at Pain for Pride has me conflicted for a few reasons. I have no idea why anyone who is also in this match with me expects to have a chance. I told all of you a few days ago that it would be extremely beneficial if they would all just throw themselves over the ropes. I mean, why even risk the chance of me breaking a sweat anyway? Nonetheless, I am ready to compete. I am no stranger to putting my health on the line for a bunch of people who have proven to be ungrateful anyway. Don't worry, I can put my personal well-being aside just to make sure that the ship known as EAW keeps sailing. That's right. Look at me being the bigger person. You see I care so much about this company, I'm willing to put my personal agendas aside just to make sure the fans are getting the best product possible. How many guys and or gals in that locker room could say the same? When EAW first signed me about six years ago, they hit the jack pot. I am a once in a generation talent and I have performed every single night as such. Some nights I got knocked down and some nights I was the one doing the knocking down. It's just the way of the world. No man that has stood in front of me that considered himself better, bigger, faster or stronger can say that I did not give him everything that I had. No matter if I was one hundred percent or ten percent. With that being said, it baffles me as to why, there's extremist in this battle royal who believe they have a chance against me. [/ltr]

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Another thing that has me confused about this match up is the simple fact that a lot of the competitors or should I say lacktheor are questioning my credibility. A lot of you, who I don't care enough to mention directly by name seem to think that I am not legit. I wish I could take you into a time chamber and show you what I have to offer. Then again, most of that footage would not be recent and it would cause for another goal post to move. There is nothing that I can't do in the ring. There is STILL no move that I can't pull off and get the people in the crowd out of their seats. Sure, I am a few years older. However, I've had time to study and improve my offense in the ring. In fact, I am just hitting the prime of my career. Which means I am only going to get better at this as time goes on. Have you guys ever heard of an on and off switch? Don't get it twisted, my on switch is always on. In a company like EAW you can't afford to ever have your guard down. There's always someone walking around trying to make a name for himself. No matter who you are or what you've done, there's an extremist who believe they are the best thing out and have something to prove. A lot of the extremist in this match up may feel Pain for Pride 10 is their time to do such a thing. Let me go ahead and stop a lot of you right there. This is not a talent showcase; this is war. From the moment you step into that ring and from the time I put you over that rope. It is going to be a battle for the ages. I hope a lot of you guys are ready. [/ltr]

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The time to compete is almost here. I'm already ready to put on my tights and head down to that ring. This is the moment I've been dreaming of since I came back to EAW. This is the biggest event of the year and there is no time to be nervous. This is no time to second guess yourself and wonder what could have been. It's a dog eat dog world out here and luckily enough I'm the hungriest pit bull in the group. I understand that I have a lot to prove this weekend. From the newcomers, to the veterans and even to myself. I have to prove that I still belong here. No wait, I have to prove that not only do I belong here, but this company needs me in order to keep striving. What better test than Pain for Pride to answer all of my questions? [/ltr]

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(Prince of Phenomenal drops his microphone and walks off as the scene fades to black)[/ltr]

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 11:31 am by **Cailin Dillon**

Pain for Pride #7

You know Cameron I really probably shouldn’t get such a kick out of the things you say to me when you puff your fake tits out and try to look so tough. Look, you’ve no devolved from really trying your hardest to explain something I clearly understood, to then going back to the you don’t belong here shit, to this. Trying to compartmentalize my career or something so you can say I don’t deserve to be in this match? Maybe you want Aria all to yourself because you think you have a better chance to beat her if I’m not around. Or maybe this is finally Cameron actually letting it slip that she’s scared of me. You know I don’t really care what it is. I’m just going to show up, knock you right in the face and show you a whole new meaning to knocking a bitch out. I wonder if when I punch your face that nose will break or just slide to the side like silly putty… it really is a bit of a mystery to me. Do I belong in this match though? You bet your big ass I do. This isn’t about the rematch clause you’re so mind numbingly obsessed with it’s like you’re some kind of low budget comedian that’s just run out of material and keeps making a joke about a horse having a long face. I mean, terrible. You’re supposed to be the representation of a living legend in this division. You’re the lone active woman in the Hall of Fame that brings her game to Empire and I think it’s more than painfully obvious that you’ve been shut down by two girls who you simply tried to put your thumb over and say, ‘hey, but I’ve been here longer than them.’ Poor choices all week. This is why you’re able to achieve so much here when the match doesn’t involve me or Aria. This is what I expected from you this week. I expected Aria to bring her A game, and well, I don’t know what to call what she’s done. But you, this is just your typical shit rolled into a ball and topped with a bow that says Pain for Pride week. Some of us brought it on another level this week. You just showed up with the same shtick.

You think I really need someone to believe in me? You think I need a cheering section to help me win this match? Seems like not many people give a shit about you, either. I don’t really care what anyone thinks about me in this match. I believe in me. Expecting Aria to beat you is hardly the unthinkable outcome. But me beating both of you is going to be the unexpected outcome for the oddsmakers and bettors that makes a few people rich with those dollars your obsessed with. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll be able to make it to Atlantic City before the end of the weekend and flash the plastics for a little bit of those winners’ cash. Because those people are going to be having a fantastic fucking weekend bathed in the money they win because of what I do in this match. That’s just the realistic shit you need to be ready for. But nah, you’re so in over your head this weekend that you think you’ve got this wrapped up. It’s going to be so fun to see that stupid look on your face after I take your title. Just absolutely priceless. That’s right. I said your title. You’re the Women’s Champion, and I’ve never denied it.

Then there’s the funny shit you came up with about trying to debunk me as a fighting champion. This is pretty classic. Did y’all know out there if a champion ever loses a match and the title, they’re automatically trash? They’re no longer a fighting champion at that. What a fucking idiot. After the time you’ve spent going after my intelligence with an argument as lame as your gimmick, you decided to bring this weak ass trash? I’d be proud to of becoming champion, probably no matter the way. But you don’t have to try so hard to defend how it happened when I’m barely even addressing the topic. That was, what, two months ago or more? And you know why it can’t leave your lips? It’s because you haven’t done a fucking thing as the Women’s Champion. No, my reign wasn’t perfect. But after you lose your reign goes down as a total fucking joke. It makes it look like without that Empire Cup you would just been incapable. No one’s cheering the “title defense” over La Diva but you. I never backed down from a fight though, even when they didn’t go my way. What was I doing after you became champion? I was saying let’s go. Let’s do this. It wasn’t my choice to delay it to Pain for Pride anyways. I woulda fought you the week after Grand Rampage. And you can reply with some bullshit about no one asking you personally, but you’ve always operated the same way. You would have laughed in my face and held the title up as you mocked me. You seem to think I don’t fight hard enough. You seem disappointed about me not fighting back from unconsciousness at Grand Rampage. I can guarantee you I will never miss a moment of this match and I will relish every second of delivering the beat it takes to rip that title out of your hands and put it back where it belongs. You really want to think I don’t fight hard enough? We’ll see what you think when your try hard isn’t enough to hang with my busted give a fuck as I do absolutely whatever it takes to make sure you not only leave this match a loser, but with the mark that makes sure you won’t be able to forget about it for awhile either.

For the ease on your own mind and for the millionth time of the week, I accept that I lost the title at Grand Rampage because it was reality. It really did happen. I mean, wow. How dense can you be to miss that as a fact over and over. Are you explaining it to remind yourself that you’re the champion? To think this is the person that questioned my intelligence is just wild. But you’re right. Season 11 starts a clean slate for everyone. Cameron Ella Ava will be spending her time trying to figure out what to do with her newly clean plate. No title, nothing to do. Maybe you can go follow Consuela around if she pulls off the big win? I’m trying to really think of what you could do. Maybe if it gets too hard you could go to the commentary table? I can tell you right now to cancel all of your plans for a party after Pain for Pride, hell, cancel all of your future plans of what you’re going to do with that title. You’ll be happy tomorrow night at the Hall of Fame and after that? I don’t really care what emotions you have to deal with. Me? I’m going to be holding that title high in the air and absolutely proud of what I just did to both you and Aria. I’ve never focused on anything but myself and I’ll continue doing that when this match is over and the gold is around my waist. Keep spewing your trash and keep digging that hole and please leave the shovel behind so Aria can throw the dirt in after I leave you there.. But make sure you dig it deep enough to fit your whole body in it. I’m not really gonna care if I have to drop your ass in a sloppy hole when I bring your title reign to an end. I’m just going to end it regardless.

You know Aria I get some of what you’re saying, it’s just hard for me to imagine you can really separate us this much. There’s not a ton of logic in the arguments you make when you just say we’re so similar and this and that about how we’re nearly the same and we’ve had the same experiences, only to top it with the cherry that adds, but I’m going to win because that’s just what I’m going to do. I mean, I probably shouldn’t dwell on too much of that because when we’ve all been mouthing off at each other for a week straight we’re all bound to say some incoherent shit. But I think where you got this all wrong is that we’ve always fucked with each other. That’s just how we do. Even right now when people call us enemies it’s just all external. I could walk up to you backstage right now, reach out and you’d leap into my arms for an embrace and a smile and then you’d tell me all about your life and how excited you are to be in this match and everything between. That’s because you’re tough as nails as long as some is watching. But you descend into some sorta cute and cuddly animal when they shut off. Isn’t that right? Sorry, I’m making myself laugh just by fucking with you a little bit. It’s probably not even that funny, maybe even a little lame, but hell, I’m enjoying it all the same. There’s so much you’ve tried to tell the world this week and even a little more you’ve tried to direct at me. There’s this sorta hesitation in that you seem to know what you’re doing will scar me somewhat. Maybe friendships like this last forever? You seem to be conceding to the fact that I’m your toughest rival, no matter what anyone else thinks. The only thing you refuse to concede is that anyone will win this match but you. I’m a realist. I wanted this Pain for Pride dream last year but a skank bitch with a chair tried to ruin in. You don’t think Cameron’s got nine other skank bitches just like that she could manipulate? Imagine just how much everything changes if someone had to resort to cheating you out of this match to keep you from your dream finish. Just tragic, honestly. I can’t predict the future, honestly, but I all the respect in the world you can dish to me and all the preemptive apologies and don’t feel bads you’ve thrown my way won’t mean a damn thing when you don’t have that title and you’re trying to remember why you decided to say all of that shit in the first place. I respect you, I like you, but I like even more when I see that lost and far away look in your eyes when you try to figure out what the fuck you have to actually do to win a title. And isn’t that what this is all about at the surface. You need this because you need to prove to everyone that you can do this. It’s been a long time, after all. This whole damn match is set up to be an Aria Jaxon Disney fairy tale finish. It’s supposed to be where me and cam have dispatched of you and we’re fighting for a finish, but then you pick yourself up off of that mat and you scramble into the ring and spark a comeback for the ages. Except that’s not the finish we’ll get. You’ll either be crawling across the ring a bit too slow as I pin Cameron for this victory, or you’ll be laying flat on your back when I roll you up 1-2-3 and take the championship for myself. You want to tell a good story? Great for you. You’ll get to be a part of my story.

But let’s be clear on this. I don’t fuck with Cameron at all. We’ve always been an arms length apart. If you really go back and look, you’d see I knew these bitches were scheming from the moment they invited me to join them in the ring. Secret backstage meetings. Hushed conversations as I got close. The giggling between her and Kendra as I passed by. If you put me and Cam in the same room and asked us to speak about each other, I couldn’t think of a nice thing to say. She faked it. You know this, Aria. I’m real. If I wanted to call you a pink-haired bitch like the rest of these idiots, I’d do it. But that’s not the way I’ve ever operated. My shit goes way deeper than that. I tear apart layer by layer and scratch away at the surface and I leave you wounded. It’s been a year since you’ve been a champion, right? Maybe it’s going to be two, I don’t know. I’m just not willing to take a backseat to you or anyone. I was the first Women’s Champion and it wasn’t by some sort of default or something. I busted Sheridan up and put the Vixen’s title to ashes. And it was a glorious moment for all of us, I’d say, because it was another step in the evolution of women in this company. This match has people thinking the same kind of shit. They’re already talking about us stealing the show. They put us on the poster. They gave us a video. And even with people overwhelmingly picking you to be their next women’s champion, they still know just how close this match is probably going to be. People can think what they want and they can cheer for whichever one of us they want to win. People might be happy or disappointed with the result, but they will accept me as their champion for the second time. And you will too. If anyone needs to step back and chill out and accept a result, it’s going to be you. So don’t even waste a damn minute of your time telling me that’s what I need to do. I’m a destroyer, hunny. This hasn’t changed from the moment you were standing next to me cracking light tubes over Y2Impact’s back. You’ve always known this. I don’t just destroy wrestlers, I destroy their dreams. I understand just how badly you want to win this. You understand how badly I want it. We both have dreams deeply rooted in a signature moment at Pain for Pride. But I’m standing here with a can full of gas and a few matches, just a few feet away from your dreams and I’m about to strike this bitch and just watch them burn. This isn’t about just you. This isn’t about Cameron’s legacy continuing. This is about me taking back my title and shunning the doubters who can’t stop drooling over you.

It’s been real, bitches. It’s been pretty fun in my humble opinion. But the hungriest of us is going to be the one that comes out of this as the champion. I’m hungry to get this win and put the Aria over Cailin chatter to rest. I’m hungry to show that Cameron’s legend doesn’t extend over the rest of us. I’m in this match for one reason, and that’s to win. None of you might want to deal with Cailin as your champion again, but you don’t have a choice. I’m leaving Pain for Pride this weekend with that title on my shoulder. There’s nothing either of you can do about it. Try as you might, the best will prevail. I still believe I’m the best this company has to offer. You don’t believe me? I’m going to prove it all in this match. You just best believe that.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 11:12 am by **Macho Man Johnny Nova**

The time for talk has long since passed. Everything that needed to be said has been said. I look around at this roster, at all the venom that has been spit, at all the threats that have been made and I still know deep down that I have a shot at this. Whether my opponents choose to look over me as a threat at this point is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is surviving, giving these fans a match that they deserve on the grandest stage of them all. The rest of this week has been just mental games, darting from one direction to the next like a dog chasing cars. I have regained my composure, my cool and yes Darkane you did pull out a bit of darkness that I try to keep buried. You did get into my head, but just like everything else that I have been through in my life I was able to rise above it. I stand here now with a clear mind, a clear vision and my eye on the prize. I hope we do meet in the center of the ring, I hope we do have the actual war we both seem to want but realistically I feel like we both got wrapped up in our own emotions and like I said I plan on saving you for last if we are both able to survive. I have 30 or so other opponents that I have to worry about besides you and I am not sleeping on that. That being said don’t think the bad blood has been let go of. When we meet again, and I’m sure we will whether we both survive until the better end in the battle royal at Pain for Pride or we meet down the line I promise I will bestow an ass whooping on you that will be talked about for years to come. What you brought out of me, is a rage that I haven’t felt in years. A rage that I haven’t felt since I was locked up 6 years ago and for that I thank you, but now is not the time for the demon. That side of me isn’t a man concerned with winning a 24/7 contract. That side of me is a man hell bent on destruction, hell bent on leaving bodies piled up out of pure and utter hatred and like I said one day you two will get to know each other real well.

I know you are going to respond to this by saying something clever like you are shaking in your “jorts.” I can almost hear you voice ringing in my head but like I said, for now I have set this shit aside. I know you’re a threat, just like you know that I am a threat, just like Theron knows deep in his heart of hearts that I am a threat whether he has tried to downplay it this entire time or not. There is a reason he didn’t speak my name up until this point, is because he was shook. It’s simple as that. He is playing a long con, and I get that. Picking his prey carefully, apparently, he didn’t have the sack to say something of worth up until this point but as I said before the time for talk has long since passed. Any opinion this man had of me or has of me, anything he was trying to draw out is being ignored. Johnny Nova, has refocused and realigned himself in the right direction. I have one goal, and one goal only and I will continue to state it. SURVIVE.

You see whether you choose to believe in the Miracle Child from the 313 at this moment is irrelevant because I believe in myself. It’s starts there, it starts with hope. The same hope that I had when I found my way out of the darkness after prison. At this point, there isn’t anything any one can truly say about me that hasn’t already been said.

“You’re filler.”

“You have no chance in this match.”

“I will clothesline you over the top ropes.”

“You are nothing.”

Change the record, please DJ stop the music. I grow weary, you will all find out soon enough that I am not a man to be trifled with but at this point the talking is going to happen once that bell rings. Thirty -three opponents, one winner, survival of the fittest and yet I still like my odds. With all the shit I’ve been through in my life, with everything I have overcame up until this point I know I am a survivor and I will prove it when I step between those ropes at Pain for Pride. No threats, no gimmicks, just a promise that I will leave everything I have in the center of that ring and I will hit anyone and everyone I need to that stands in between me and this opportunity to become the 24/7 contract holder. This will be the last you hear from me until after the match at Pain for Pride. EAW Universe thank you for your support, thank you for appreciating the “little man”, the underdog. If I am able to pull this out, I will dedicate my victory to each and every one of you. Until then…. Get your popcorn ready.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 9:39 am by **Tomi Venus**

Pain For Pride vol. 6

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[The room is dimly lit and only a black silhouette of the speaker is visible]

Solomon Caine, you are only making yourself out to be more of a fool by claiming omniscience in your current situation. You claim that you will be the one to expose what controls Target Smiles by laying me out at Pain For Pride? You think that you know who I am? Time will tell you very soon just how ignorant you have been. Most bizarre is that you point in my direction and tell me that I have never experienced dark times while you continue to claim to know who I am. There is not a person in this company who knows dark times quite like myself and that can be seen by the way that so many of them have no trouble pointing and laughing at the despair of a fellow human being. They want to laugh? They think it’s funny?! I’ll make it funny for them!

Then of course there is Ryan Marx. A man who sees himself as a god preaching his Five Pillars at every opportunity. A man who wants to boast barbaric aggression and how it will benefit him in this match and lead him to victory not know that Target Smiles has a history of doing exactly what Marx is promising to do, and that is where he would fail. That was where his fall from grace would originate because it truly doesn’t matter how well you can break a person down if they are too formidable of a foe to die. You say that you’ve put people in pain who have more experience than myself but you truly don’t know how much experience I actually have. I understand the short term success of it. I’ve ended careers and I’ve won championships with it. But that is the type of attitude that held me back for so long and prevented me from being able to capitalize on the moments which matter. Ryan Marx is only doomed to fall just like every man and woman throughout time who he emulates. That fall is coming…

*static*

[Target Smiles is shown in a properly lit room]

Solomon Caine continues to believe that I am just a scum of the earth it seems. But honestly what I think is so funny is that through all of the attacks on who Solomon perceives me to be I don’t think I’ve heard him actually say how he plans to beat me. He’s said all of these things about how arrogant I am and how I’m greedy or filthy. Seemingly making up flaws either because he’s too lazy to find any of the actual flaws I have or because I’m not so insecure that something like that will make me break down and not be able to compete. But I’m tired of listening to people just talk about things that don’t actually matter when it comes to the four of us meeting in the ring at Pain For Pride.

Ryan Marx, it doesn’t matter what you have to say anymore. I’ve honestly grown tired of the droning and rambling that you do trying to justify why you are going to win. At this point you can either beat me or you can’t and you have yet to show me that you can. We are days away from meeting in the ring and you have resorted to calling me a liar and claiming that I manipulated you just because I used what you said against you. The more you say the more you prove to me and everyone else how far you’ve been backed into your own corner and how it is you who has become vulnerable. You are the one who has been overwhelmed by me and now you’re the one struggling to find a way to pull this one out now that your power and aggression has failed you. But now you don’t know how to get yourself out of this. You know how to win. You claim that you are the best at winning, even when you lose you win. But right now you can’t seem to figure out how to win. With so much on the line and your back against the wall you don’t know what to do in this situation do you? Other than go on and on about pinning Hall of Famers, which I’ve done; or taking veterans to their limit, which I’ve also done; and putting people with years of experience through pure pain which I have never needed to do.

You don’t know how to win like I do. I don’t mean win as in the mental gymnastics you do to justify your losses, I mean legitimately win. As in what is going to crown the first ever Openweight Champion while you sit in your corner with your followers and tell them all how you are the true champion despite the fact that you had the golden opportunity to earn that championship but couldn’t capture it. But like I said, I’m tired of hearing that kind of logic. I’m tired of not hearing any legitimate reason for why I should believe you can beat me because no matter what backwards scenario you can build up in your head for why you will win it’s not going to matter once we’re in the ring. Let me bring you back to earth. This isn’t a brawl or a street fight or anything like that. It simply is a competition, a competition that I am going to win because that is what I do best. If you honestly think that you’re going to put me through so much pain that it will change that then I’m telling you to bring it on, and I don’t know what you’re hearing in there that has you so riled up but all it is that I’m stating is that if you believe in what you’re saying then come prove it. But you probably can’t and that’s why you feel the need to go on such a tangent and try to educate me on why I need to just bow down to you now and recognize the figure you’ve built yourself up to be in your head. You know what Marx, you can have that. You can keep that image of yourself and believe you’re this great and powerful man who is better than Target Smiles because that’s not something that is going to stand between me and becoming the first ever Openweight Champion at Pain For Pride X.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 9:32 am by **TLA**

ALL EYEZ ON ME

The camera cuts to TLA in a run down gym somewhere in New Jersey. An old wrestling ring has been set up inside from the previous owners. A wrestling school which has long since shut down. TLA does a backflip off the top rope landing lightly on his feet before looking down over the top rope towards the camera.

TLA: You gots to understand the struggle. The struggle that is the realest of all. Startin’ from day one. That day you came landin’ on this earth. Yo boi been called an alien, so shit could be the day I beamed on down to this planet. Y’all ain’t start with shit but them clothes on yo back. If you lucky you be given some. If you lucky that ain’t all you got. Some get given a name. They already got that advantage. They got that familia, and depending on who yo familia be you be gettin’ spoonfed that privilege. They say all men be born equal, but they ain’t all treated equal. Some of ‘em start near the top of that ladder. Some of ‘em start near the bottom. Those at the bottom gotta longer climb to go. The others can feel free to take their time. They can take their time and figure out what they gonna do with they lives. Rich ass white boiz who can piggyback off they rich lawyer parents or whatever the fuck they do. They got them trust funds. Got they futures all planned out and shit. For those of us startin’ at the bottom, we ain’t got that luxury. From day one all we know is the struggle. All we got is to fight, and by the time we gotta figure out what we even can do in this life, all we knows is to fight.

You can take the vato out the struggle but you can’t take the struggle out the vato.

TLA: Y’all ain’t gonna understand until you spend yo childhood fighting to survive on the streets of whatever stank ass city you livin’ in. You ain’t gonna understand until you been fighting across the underbelly of Juarez and living to tell about it. Do y’all got them scars? Do you got them scars from the cuchillos that remind you of yo failures? Have y’all ever been in a match where yo life has legit been on the line? Makes a motherfucker think. Why throw yo life away like that. Why not live su vida some other way? Hop right on back into the struggle and make somethin’ of yo self. Get yo head straight. Go see a doctor or a priest or a therapist. Haz algo de ti mismo. You ain’t got that green tho. You ain’t even able to afford that shit. The doctors all want yo cash. The priests all want yo cash. You ain’t welcome there anyway. That shit all a lie. They say it be a place for them who be lookin’ for that help of a higher power. Shit really be a place for them perfect ass motherfuckers. They lord over yo ass thinkin’ they so fuckin’ great. They so perfect and holier than thou. The lie that everyone believes it. They can do no wrong, nah that bandito be jackin’ shit out the collection tray again. It that old ass bitch tho. It ain’t even me.

The struggle lives on.

TLA: Errybody else tryna take advantage. When you fuckin’ with gangstas at least you know what to expect. When you tossed in that cage with that cash flyin’ all around you, you know the other hombre up in that cage ain’t gonna wear no masks. They comin’ to fuck you up and fuck you up hard. They real. They ain’t even animalistic. They human at it’s most basic form. Without all the other bullshit. To go legit is to wear a mask. Put on a mask of a respectable ass motherfucker. That mask that tell people yo you know what the fuck you doin’. Wearin’ them suits. Carryin’ them briefcases. Goin’ corporate as fuck. Wearin’ a doctor’s scrubs, or a fast food employee’s uniform, we all find them masks. So I had no choice but to find mine. Haz algo de ti mismo. The day that my life changed, the day that I found that mask and I ain’t never looked back. The day that I embraced the struggle. Made it my best friend.

The day I became a luchador.

TLA: When you startin’ out they ain’t go easy on you. But you ain’t expect it when you startin’ from the bottom. When the struggle is yo friend you don’t want it any other way. All you knew is to fight, now you gettin’ told you doin’ good by it. You gettin’ rewarded with more than just keepin’ yo life. You gettin’ paid. You got a job. You gettin’ fans. You gettin’ bitches. Errybody want a piece of TLA. Errybody but them higher ups, they wanna hold TLA down. Cuz no matter how you got there, you don’t want nobody climbin’ up that ladder. But if you ain’t strong enough to stay up there it don’t mean shit. Cuz life is easy at the top. Shit makes you weak. They all sleepin’ on the top while we strugglin’ on the bottom. If you want to improve don’t take on an old ass motherfucker content in he ways n shit. Take on a young and hungry fighter, take on them boiz who really want this shit. You really wanna get strong, you stick around the bottom as long as you can. You drop down to visit every so often.

You don’t forget where you came from.

TLA: I ain’t forgot. I may not wear a mask today, but when you see yo boi in the ring you know I be reppin’ that vida de luchadores. Gettin’ that respect south of the border, but when yo boi come up north they say they ain’t want you. They ain’t take yo craft seriously. Just like that the struggle is reborn. They ain’t got no honor. They ain’t want to admit you earned shit. They tellin’ you to start from the bottom. So you gotta laugh in they faces. Cuz shit is a joke. They say start at the bottom. They ain’t got no idea what the bottom is. What they call the bottom, look an awful lot like the top to me. They find bitch ass ways to hold yo ass down, not realizing that even that life be better than what you had. But you struggle against it anyway cuz you ain’t able to do shit else. You ain’t a pussy you ain’t gonna back down. You start with shit and you rub it until that shit shines. Be like that for everything.

Y’all think the Poon Palace was built in a day?

TLA: Nah nah you ain’t got no idea. The Poon Palace was founded outta some rickety ass shack outta some nasty ass junkyard in Florida. We ain’t had no bad bitches back then. We only had a couple hos. Them hos seemed loyal. They weren’t. Them hos weren’t loyal. They ain’t paid they pimp so I had to teach them that respect. They had to earn they keep the hard way on the streets. These hos today got it easy. Today the cash come to them. We all high profile and shit. Even got celebrities up in the Poon Palace. Errybody want some of what we got. When you beat someone’s ass and take they money before they be callin’ yo ass a criminal. When the feds arrestin’ yo ass they be callin’ yo ass the scum outta that society. They say you a thug. Now thuggin’ gettin’ me everything and more than any of them feds got. They ain’t had championships. They ain’t competed at Pain for Pride three years straight. They ain’t undefeated at the show. They ain’t smokin’ the finest mota and sippin’ the dankest drank.

They ain’t livin’ that good life.

TLA: Cuz they ain’t humbled they selves. They ain’t willing to go back to go forward. They fear the struggle. They willing to exist in that limbo of self-righteousness convincing they selves that they privileged. That they the good guys. They lived that honorable life. Cuz they could. They ain’t never had to throw a punch in they lives. Cuz they could. They ain’t understand the struggle. They can ignore yo boi all they want. They can turn up they noses. Act like TLA a bad dude. Act like I be a thug. But they ain’t come half as far as yo boi. They ain’t never been down, they ain’t never been out. They ain’t never had to creep back in. I seen it all. From crooked ass bosses who ain’t gonna pay yo ass. To the EAW corporate office runnin’ like a finely tuned machine. They tossed TLA out before. Sent him on back down to the bottom for five years, but yo boi always bounce back. Cuz I be honin’ them skills against them desperate ass motherfuckers. I been scrapin’ against hungry ass homies for the New Breed Championship and the Interwire Championship. I been scrapin’ against the all time greats takin’ on Hall of Famers and droppin’ they asses to the mat. They can turn up they nose. Ignore the fuck outta yo boi. But they ain’t denying the truth no longer.

I got all them eyez on me.

TLA: Nico Borg can say that TLA outta control. That he wildin’. You god damn right ese I be wildin’. I’m outta control ain’t no idea what I be ‘bout to do. Got that animal instinct Lars Grier be hatin’ sayin’ I don’t got. I’m La Pantera Sexual holmes. I been an animal since day one. Puttin’ on that black panther mask, they say it does something to a luchador. You become what you be. You hone on in to them ancient ways, fuckin’ up anyone who cross paths with the black cat. Nico Borg say I ain’t got no control. I say fuck control. I be goin’ off them rails cuz fuck you I ain’t do what you tell me motherfucker. I go off them rails and make my own path cuz the real path they be settin’ up for you just be some bullshit ass lie. I go up. I go down. I go up farther. I go down farther. I give no fucks where I be. EAW wanna fire TLA again? I want to see them try. Just try to keep me out imma sneak back up in and fuck up yo show. I be gettin’ all up in that chaos and be thrivin’. You ain’t found a more perfect environment for TLA than in Cash in the Vault. Everyday of my life been climbin’ ladders. Everyday of my life been gettin’ that cash. Everyday of my life been runnin’ over pendejos with that steel, chaotic and wildin’, livin’ off that instinct just to fight but with that intention to win. Got them ambitionz like a ridah got blazin’ up and burnin’ down yo dreams like I do. You ain’t gotta like it. Lars Grier, Keelan Cetinich, Scott Oasis, Victor Maero, Nico Borg ain’t gotta like it! But you all gotta look at it.

Cuz I gots all them eyez on me.

TLA runs off the ropes lunging over the top rope to the outside doing a flip as he crashes down to the outside and kicking back up to his feet quickly before the camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 9:24 am by **Anthony Leonhart**

ANTHONY LEONHART // TIME TO RISE MY GAME UP (part 3)

PAIN FOR PRIDE X – 24/7 Battle Royal

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[Anthony Leonhart is standing alone on a mountain near the training temple where Stephanie Matsuda and Miss Manami wait for him and he's looking at the sky, fixing an imaginary point and begin to say couple of lines, like a poem, destined to the 24/7 Battle Royal participants.]

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Anthony Leonhart

There's no need to hide, we are at Pain For Pride.

It's the moment of truth, the moment to seize the opportunity.

Anthony Leonhart, 2017

Sometimes it's good to be alone. That's why I'm here at the top of the mountain and I need that because at Pain for Pride X even I have some friends in the match, we are competitors and competitors battle to seize opportunities and this one is one I can't miss. Even my future is bright, not because I need to wear shades just because I just prepared it, this win could make it brighter. An American Dream, some people would say. Seeing this French Kid who really wasn't him become that human being who forces respect after training hiumself to become a better wrestler and a better person. Inspiring as they say.

[Anthony Leonhart hears some footsteps behind him but stays looking at this imaginary point admiring the superb view that gives to be at the pinnacle of the mountain. And then, he feels a hand on his left shoulder.]

Stephanie Matsuda

Very inspiring. Of course, you are. Look at you...you've struggled some illnesses and all that Sanatorium stuff we have been through together, you need to have a strong mental to overcome this and look at you now, you're on the main card of the biggest FPV of Elite Answers Wrestling, how this can't be inspiring, it's very impressing and I don't talk about the barrier language that you've mastered. You owe that to yourself, Anthony. Be proud of what you've accomplished this season, your very first season here at EAW. Do your best for your first Pain For Pride and give yourself the chances to win, Anthony. I believe in you, Manami believes in you, the universe of the EAW believes in you. Show what you are capable of, show all your arsenal of movements. Dazzles them. YOU CAN DO IT.

[Anthony Leonhart agrees with his head and let Stephanie be on his left side and smiles to the horizon and remembers everything, thanks to Stephanie Matsuda.]

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 8:58 am by **The Consigliere**

3.

When the world turns its back on you...

You turn your back on the world!

HAKUNA MATATA!

- Me, on my Disney Bullshit.

[ The Heart Break Gal is seen standing in her dressing room, sitting on a chair with her legs crossed. Prepared for the night as she wears her outfit for the 2017 Hall of Fame ceremony later that night. She wears a light brown glittery dress that flowed on her back, silver heels that matched, and her hair down as she adjusts the shade of her red lips using her finger, just as she smiled for the camera]]

Heart Break Gal: Ah, look at me, just another pretty face that comes and goes. Never accomplishing anything and riding on coattails like I always do. My dear Y2Impact says he could replace me with any bitch in town if he wanted to... Do you think the same way about me?

[ HBG turns to her side, revealing a lifesize cardboard cutout of Lannister on a suit. ]

Heart Break Gal: Oh, this? This is Lannister 2.0. This is my date. It's like Lannister -- but better! He keeps to himself, he keeps his mouth shut, doesn't talk in third person like a fucking japanese schoolgirl -- he's the whole package! THE DREAM BOYFRIEND! (laughs) He's here to help me dismantle and breakdown your ducktales and eye rolling-worthy opinions because lord knows I can't be the only one laughing at them! See, that's just what worries me first and foremost, Y2Impact, no matter how much you strayed and found a tiny shade of success on other pursiuts, no matter how much you tell me I'm replaceable and disposable, you still come back to my side... and it's not because you're gracing me with your presence, but because somehow, someway, you still find yourself sniffing around my old panty drawer and picking up what few strands of fallen hair I left in the shower! You have gotten obsessed with this idea that you're this lonewolf who never got the opportunity to be himself and howl on his own because he was destined to be with his pack when no matter how much he goes his own direction, he finds his way back like the follower he is... he always fucking does. Tell me, Lannister 2.0, if Y2Impact could put any of these garbage disposal-worthy, crotchless panty-wearing lesbians in the spotlight with him, couldn't he choose some other bitch instead of someone who lord-knows-when she last wrestled since 2015 before returning?

Lannister 2.0: ...

Heart Break Gal: DING DING DING!! WE HAVE A WINNER!! It's clear that nobody forced you into putting up with me, Y2Impact. Nobody forced you to kiss me. Nobody forced you to "revitalize" my career or to "settle", or what other downright idiotic version of the story you have there in your disfunctional brain. You're the one who took my hand. The hand of a woman who wanted nothing to do with the Vixens Division, a woman who hasn't stepped in an EAW wrestling ring for almost four fucking years. And ofcourse there was nothing wrong with it. I was itching to return and you were more than happy to give me the stage. But do you know what the problem with it was? Do you know what ended us? Your expectations. You expected me to win the titles with you, and I did. You expected me to focus and be my best as your co-leader of Hexa-gun, and I did that too! Through success and failures, we endured it together. Now you're expecting me to honor your gift of giving me another chance at teaming, because you're a sore loser who likes to cover up the fact that he doesn't have a goddamn title to look forward to anymore by reuniting. Call me selfish, call me a liar... you can call me all names that you want but I still stick to my decision of walking this journey on my own. I will not regret choosing the World Championship over what puny Bonnie and Clyde idea you want for us. I will not regret stepping forward and signing with Showdown just to prove that I can exceed expectations without owing my success to anyone. And with me succeeding, and you being buried to the ground forgotten, what memory wiould stand out when the crowd thinks of Y2Impact... A seven-time World Champion? The Machine? ... why don't I let Lannister 2.0 answer that ...

Lannister 2.0: ...

Heart Break Gal: WOOOO!! THERES OUR WINNER AGAIN!! THE ONLY MEMORABLE MOMENT THAT THIS WORLD WILL REMEMBER YOU BY IS THAT ICONIC NIGHT WHEN Y2IMPACT GOT BEATEN TO DEATH BY SOMEONE WE USED TO TREAT AS A RAGDOLL ECLIPSE DIEMOS! Without me and my greatness in leadership with Hexa-gun, without me going the extra mile yet again for you, Y2Impact has become his directionless self who easily fell victim to those who used to smirk at for the idea that they're nothing but easy wins. You talk a big game about how you are a master of mindgames withour realizing that your spell doesn't work anymore, but you still chant anyway because you're still having a hard time convincing yourself that you're not manipulating anyone anymore, that nobody believes a damn thing that you say, and that you're not fooling no one but yourself because everyone knows that you're all bark but no bite. I know what the facts are and I never intended to make excuses for the times I have failed to reach for the gold, but at least I am bold enough to admit what I did wrong and what missteps I took. And to me, that is so much better than constantly insisting that you're a perfect being who makes no mistakes when his actions prove the opposite. It's much better to own the defeats and drive yourself to do better, than be Y2Impact who refuses to acknowledge that he fell while pointing his fingers at you for a loss that you took fifty decades ago on a match that nobody even fucking remembers.

Because really, Y2Impact, if you look at me now despite all the beatings I took, I am still a woman who is still on her feet ignoring the bruises and welts on her skin while running forth to you just to hit your goddamn skull with my boot for all the pain you put me through. I am still seen as a rock, so willful and strong that it takes more than a small breeze to knock her down. I live through plagues and disasters. I stay strong through all the suffering because I am a survivor. That's the reason why men trust me with their careers, and why despite the history of betrayals and abandonment they still look at me with respect hoping I'd team with them again because they know that I am the only one capable of not just barely keeping up with stronger competition like these other elitists, but actually nearly-guaranteeing matches won. And if you have the idea that just because I get sick and tired of doing the same thing over and over again or being with the same people, means that I run off when I got the status and power I needed from them, then that's on you. But Y2Impact, let it be known that you, just like them, are no longer my priority for a reason, and I never consider you as a gift anymore for a reason. And that is the same reason why this conniving, lying, deceiving woman that you used to call your comrade wants nothing to do with you anymore --

Lannister 2.0: ...

Heart Break Gal: It's okay, Lannister. I can answer this on my own. (chuckles) It's because you're no longer hold any importance to me, Y2Impact... and I realize that now more than ever. You no longer do me any good. And all those feelings that I have talked about when I first addressed the matter, are slowly fading away to thin air that it would be easier to crush your skull and make you regret even coming to me that fateful night at Showdown. That's selfish, but it's true. At this point I see you as nothing more than an insect whose wings got plucked out and is holding to its dear life. You can build yourself up anyway you want, but you're just a worthless piece of garbage that needs to be disposed for good in my eyes. You're nothing but a sad desperate ex who focuses too much on "what could have been" instead of "what I can do" to make his life less pitiful. Do you honestly think that you're capable of winning two world titles in the past year if you really wanted to? Bitch, you've had way too many chances at it, all of which you squandered, including that Grand Rampage Pain for Pride main event that you completely wasted, including the one we just had at Resurrection V where you could have easily targeted me only to get flipped over by the same man you just called inadequate. Just accept it, Y2Impact, I still have a bright future ahead of me on Showdown, so many titles that I'm ready to win and new enemies I'll be more than glad to put in a body bag, while you're only fighting for relevancy and what little attention you can still get by associating yourself with me, and I will ensure that after Pain for Pride, all the respect that the crowd had for you that slowly and surely faded away will be completely gone once this scared, insecure little girl ends your fucking career.

[ HBG looks at the Lannister cutout ]

Heart Break Gal: A little girl. Ending The Machine's career. Can you believe it? Seven world Championships and a million grand matches... His glorious character, his bank account, his trophy case... and this is how he ends.

Lannister 2.0: ...

Heart Break Gal: Whatever, Lannister 2.0. You call it anticlimactic... I call it satisfaction. (laughs)

[ HBG faces the mirror again, and continues to adjust the shade of red on her lips.... as the camera fades to black ]

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 8:09 am by **Lethal Consequences**

And everyone has been so nice to me, really.

I peruse the daily Battle Royal Cattle and see if they're udders are ready to bust yet, and all I hear is mostly positive things about me coming from the mouths of the unfed. It's when you start getting into those crotchety older "elitists" where you get the bad mouthing. There really hasn't been more than an insult thrown in my direction.

This whole match really is great to see.

It's like a little tiny rainbow over the enormous cloud over my head that is the fucking tenth anniversary of Pain For Pride, Pain for fucking Pride 10, and I'm bustin my ass over a 24/7 contract match with THIRTY PLUS FUCKING PEOPLE. AND SOME WOMEN! What a sight to behold.

If any of you are good at this, this is when you see this little exposition as weakness and try to chip at the indent that is my realizing that I should've let EAW bite its tongue without me for two more weeks and not debut on what will be a shitshow.

That's only if you are good at this, though. I don't expect much out of you lot. Keep it up, though, you might win !

:bolieve:

Keep the pulley going, y'all. You're really making this match one to remember for 'ol Lethal. I'm gonna look back on this time fondly. I get to talk to myself for a buildup of a decade of PFP. Lovely. Great. I'm so with it. I love it. I'm loving seeing all of this very adequately represented showing of new EAW talent that are all hungry and vying for a spot. You listen to me, bucko, I love watching fresh blood try to be important, it's what I love spending my team in EAW doing.

Fucking please, man.

You should all be wanting for this to be over just as much as I am right now. This does nothing for any of you. Don't get me wrong, it can be viewed as where you start something, but at the end of the day for most if not all of you this is just as much as a waste as time as it is for me. Let's say one of you luckily outlasts me. Statistically outlasts me. You go for a world champ, right? You gotta. I don't even know the history of this fucking 24/7 bullshit, but you can make goddamn sure that I have no recollection of the winner of this doing any good. If I'm wrong tell me. I'll acknowledge the person and then tell you exactly why they're not worth shit to anybody.

But hey, maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe you get this contract and go on to the tippity top of your bran, with that shiny belt. You go up to them, look them straight in the face, set a date, even, because you're so confident, no run-in, fuck that. Maybe that champion won't laugh straight in your face. Maybe that champion won't stroll down to the ring... maybe when the referee puts the title in the air they won't look at you with a sly smile of knowing the outcome. Maybe they won't do away with you sending you right back to the underbelly of the card and of EAW, back with all 6 of 30-odd competitors that are still around. Maybe you win, you get a title.

And maybe you should hope that the brand you strive to be top of, to hold the title, to be a fighting champion and representative of that color, that night, that show...

...maybe you should hope that it's not the same brand I'm on. Because whether I win this match or not, I'm going to be in that picture nonetheless.

The path of winning this match just makes the timeline skip ahead a few ticks.

:dave:

Re: EAW Promoz! June 23rd 2017, 6:54 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

Hasn’t this been a common thread? I’m walking the line, stepping each foot in the footfalls you left behind. And you’re right, I am. You’ve seen this story unfold; you lived it, you experienced it and it’s all you know because who you are doesn’t allow the possibility that your conclusion isn’t the only one to exist. Your ending was just one of many possible different outcomes yet can be grouped with a hundred others who did the same thing, walked the same path you did...and I currently do. However, for every so many like you to fall, there’s one that rises. There’s one that doesn’t succumb to the battles and instead comes out on top. Their ending isn’t one described with misery and disappointment; their ending doesn’t leave them teetering on the edge of collapse. No. Their ending only ensures their name remains vocal throughout the echoes of history. It’s their ending that defines the greats of this business from the rest; because let's face it, being any less than that top select few isn’t worth being proud of. See the difference between you and I Xavier is that I had this stripped away from me once. ONCE I stood as champion and thought nobody was going to conquer me. ONCE I thought that this world was going to bend their knee, bend to my will. ONCE I thought that NOTHING could stand in the way what I craved. Yes, I walk into this match with confidence and I walk around with this belt nothing short of confident. You and I may be similar in many ways but the one thing that separates us is our delusions. You held that title and instantly thought of yourself as the best fucking thing in this business. You held that title and instantly thought you were untouchable, never going to have any issue moving through the competition before you. And for some five, six months you did just that until you arrived at me. Barely a fucking year removed and you found out that you were not untouchable; that there was always going to be someone to unseat you from your throne. You were blind, you were arrogant, you were delusional and it took trying to conquer a “God” of this business to make you humble. No, I’m well aware of where I stand, I’m aware of limitations, I’m aware of it all, Xavier. And beating you isn’t going to change any of that. Defeating whoever it is that steps before me isn’t going to do so. I didn’t call myself the future of a generation within six months because I was arrogant, because I saw myself greater than I was; I did so because I had surpassed every single person who competed for my New Breed title months earlier and so many more. I featured more prominentaly than so many; more so than people who had been here for years. I had EARNED that. And I’m a persistent person, Xavier. I could have quit last year, but I refused to. I could have walked away after I had your blood on my hands and I didn’t get what I wanted, but I didn’t. The person I see in the mirror? A day will come where he stands before everyone not because I say so now, rather because I refuse to die without that becoming a reality. See I don’t see a kingdom around me, I see one that has existed for a decade; it just has my name, my icon, my symbol splashed upon it as I sit on this throne as champion. And sooner or later someone else will sit here and it will be their name, their symbol. Kings never built their own kingdom and their kingdom never changed; this is no different. But it’s their reign that is remembered and that is what we fight for.

This world wanted to see me drop this belt to TLA. I’m sure the next person to get their first taste of the pinnacle will have the backing of the world once again. It’s because the feeble minded live from one Cinderella story to the next. They thrive on it and I don’t blame them; it’s an incredible and rather emotional feeling when an underdog rises up and conquerors what seems to be the unconquerable. They will continue. This year, next year and so forth; they always have. We’re not a united universe anymore. People stand beneath a banner and cling to it, cheer for it, defend it at all cost. Do I become a bitter fool because of it? No, because it’s always been like this; nobody cares about themselves and nobody can take a moment to look outside their respective spheres. How pitiful society has become that we’re all so...selfish in our own constructed worlds and chart our own atlases without care of what lies around us. But what about you, Xavier? Hypothetical if you were to ever hold this belt again, what makes you different from I? From Senn? What makes you believe that the world would take notice of you? A man that faded away for months and has struggled since King of Elite to hold any substance in this business? We’re failures of champions; I don’t deserve this, the man before me didn’t deserve this. Any further and I would start to agree with you but I regress. If another TLA rose up...or the man himself stood to face you, what makes you think this world would treat you any different to I? See, it’s this same world that wanted to see me beat you and Jacob at Grand Rampage. It’s the same world that wanted to see me beat you at Territorial Invasion 2015 and again mere months later at Redemption. This world, Xavier, is fickle. It’s fragile in its faith towards anyone but themselves and a few select close people. They chop and change who they want to see succeed and that is something I learnt long ago. While you became bitter in the fact they forgot about you, that the lack of care assisted in making you another cog in the wheel of the machine, I thrive in the face of their misery. Knowing deep down when I beat their underdogs, the “next generation” who they believe have “earned” this place; they can’t do anything but applaud me. I thrive in the face of being forgotten. And they can force me to be like you. With due time they will try to make me as forgettable as many to appease some bloke without half the merit of replacing me on this throne...but it’s there that I won’t crumble as you did.

You see before you a man with near equal footing in terms of success, of legacy yet what seperates us is that one is still progressing forward while one has come to a halt. Despite his place this weekend, he struggles to find his place in this world. The lack of care from that around him as withered away his own for his work. You sit there, arrogant in your beliefs that you know the road ahead. You can “see the cliff” I’m just bound to drive off. See, according to Xavier Williams nobody can bring prestige back to the World Heavyweight Championship than Xavier Williams; disagree as you many but nobody sits on their high horse casting down such judgement without the belief that they can do better. You can’t and I question if you look back at your months at the top with rose tinted glasses, blinded by nostalgia. Perhaps then you had enough people in your ear to seemingly legitamise the idea that you were the Best in the World, that you were talented enough and deserved your place in the Hall of Fame; but did you ever have the world’s attention captured? Did you ever bring worth to the EAW Championship? No, I certainly wonder if the champion you expect me to be, what you think I cannot be, what you believe you can be is just some amalgamation in your mind over not being the champion you were then. No doubt fueled by the fear of being a “one and done” champion and the heights of doing just enough to be recalled as a credible champion being all that you will ever be. Your career has come to a standstill and you stand before me demotivated, unenthused and lack any desire to fight; complete and utter misery shrouds you. And all you can do is stand there and play the role of some bitter neverwas that thinks he has the right to hand down such “veteran” advice; reminds me an awful lot like Kevin Devastation. Because deep fucking down you know that you can’t do anything. You can’t fucking change where I’m headed and you have absolutely no idea where I will terminate. Your words fall on deaf ears because you have done nothing, absolutely nothing in this business to become a voice worth listening to. Bitter, because your twilight years have fallen upon you much, much sooner than you had hoped and planned. Within three years, Xavier Williams rose and plummeted to the earth; how does that reality feel? That flame you thought scorched the earth, did it ever? Me, of all people, exhausted the flames.

Keep trying to ignite that fire, Xavier, I’m sure someday a spark will turn into a 15 minute light to give yourself one last feeling you ever truly mattered in this world.

You’re a chapter in this book; far from the climax. I’ll wake up Monday morning still champion and I will sit and wait for a new challenger to arrive. Another chapter will be written and so on. Perhaps I was wrong in all of this. Perhaps Xavier Williams isn’t the man I held him in the highest regard to be. I did for awhile. Dragging your lifeless body up only to drive it back down to the canvas, systematic and near animalistc in approach; such a show I thought was worth a war. But you weren’t. A mere husk of whatever it is you once were is all that I see before me; how shameful. Perhaps someday you can prove me otherwise. You and I, we’re many things but we do not think alike. We do not think of ourselves in similar lights, we don’t look to our future with similar gazes. Our strengths, our resolves exist with a canyon between. I will reach a similar point, a same crossroads you arrived at; I don’t doubt that, I’m not oblivious that it’s where we all find ourselves at in the end. Without using your own experience, can you still me my future? Without using your bias, am I set for such misery?

You can’t.

Your eventual destiny is not my inevitable.

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