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Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 11:43 pm by **Stark**

Respect is hard to earn, harder to keep, yet all too easy to lose. Who am I expected to respect in this match? Shack? RD3? Moore? Hell no. So why is it then, when I show the respect to Tomi Venus that he deserves, I’m accused of sucking dick? Sounds like extreme insecurity and jealousy on your end, Ahren. I come in here, I talk down on you like the trash you are, deservedly too, because for some reason you can’t get it through your thick skull that there’s a reason you and I are both in the same match. I’ve admitted that I’m nowhere near the spot that I once was in. So what’s your excuse? Being held down? You had the opportunity against Darkane - you came up short. I had my opportunity against Nobi and POP - I came up short. There’s no greater conspiracy here. They know my worth, despite my shortcomings, and they know yours, in spite of yours. You’re the guy they had no choice to but to give another chance to. I'm the guy they HAD to give this chance to. Trust me, if Dynasty had the roster depth the other shows do, you wouldn’t be in this match at all. Shackleford and Reginald Dampshaw earned their way here with wins over Ryan Savage and Hurricane Hawk, pretty big wins. Meanwhile, you’re talking down to Tomi Venus, a man you couldn’t beat, and that’s the fact of the matter. Then you’re still gonna come out here with a chip on your shoulder, acting like there was some great injustice committed against you, when in reality, you shouldn’t even be in this match after the pathetic streak you’ve been on.

I’m going to take a quick break from the headache that is trying to decipher an Ahren Fournier promo and respond to my alleged gay lover here, Tomi Venus. Tomi, you wanted to prove a point to this entire company, and you did just that. That alone has earned my respect, let alone the trail you’ve blazed since unmasking yourself from the disguise of Target Smiles. The destruction of Jacob Senn, your win over Ahren Fournier - who clearly hasn’t gotten over it yet - it’s all been very impressive, no doubt. And here you are now, at an opportunity you’ve earned, more than anyone else in this match I’ll admit. Now while that mutual respect does exist here, I still need to point out where you’re dead wrong. I think you’re misinterpreting the whole point of this Showdown Six thing. It was never official, at least not when the SD6 was still a thing. That’s a distinction the six of us have gotten in post. I wasn’t quite set up for anything upon my return. I came back with the stigma of being the guy who leaves when he’s at his peak - and while I did end up fucking up again, that’s besides the point. They started me out at the very bottom, where I deservedly belonged. I scratched and clawed my way up to where I belonged just the same. There was no predestination of me becoming National Elite Champion, that meteoric rise I had happened about just as organically as it could have.

Like, think about it yourself for a second. Is Stark of all people the guy they want on top of a division? The pot-smoking, loud-mouthed, unfiltered communist? Who’s going to take a single look at me and say, “Hey, that kid there has gotta be the face of this brand!” I’ve never had that privilege, nor do I want it. Because when it came down to it, both of my championship wins came out of nowhere. I don’t want to be the handpicked guy to get the opportunity, I want to leave the brass with no other option than to have Stark be the name that goes to the top. The way I earned the two championships I’ve held in this company were good enough for me to honestly hang my boots up in peace, and like I said, had it not been for StarrStan’s gracious offer to sign me to Dynasty, I’d be retired and growing weed in my backyard right now. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t even supposed to be a part of that group, a group that makes the rest of EAW writhe with jealousy for some fucking reason. They’re forgetting that for a short few months, the midcard of Showdown alone was probably better than most main event divisions in the past. There’s no circlejerk, no rose-tinted glasses when it comes to looking back at that time period, it was simply the result of the raw talent the six of us had combined with competent booking backstage, and we made magic. You don’t think it was sink or swim for me? You don’t think I had the odds stacked against me? You think anyone had an inkling of a clue that I was gonna be the one to get past the likes of Darkane and Lars Grier, earning myself a singles match for a championship at Pain for Pride? Man, if I honestly had backstage politics at my side on my way to Pain for Pride X with the run I was on, I would’ve been in a World Championship match. I do respect and understand the struggle you’ve been through to get here Tomi, but don’t downplay mine. I’m not, nor have I ever been the golden boy Tomi. I’m the guy that comes in here and disrupts the established order. I’m the guy who shows the golden boys up. I’m the guy that forces the suits in the back to have to look at and second guess their chosen golden boys.

You bring up my championship win over Rex McAllister as if that was something that was intended the whole time, with the wrong notion of it. I wasn’t the chosen guy; but by the time PFP rolled around, Damien Murrow had no other option than to grant me that opportunity; and even then, you’re forgetting it was Darkane of all people I had to go through in a number contender’s match before I could go through Rex. I’m not going to mistake the ignorance for maliciousness though. You can bring up my accomplishments, but it doesn’t give me any sort of sense of superiority over guys like you. After all, you’re just a short few wins away from a momentous run just like I had I bet. And then the fact that the championship isn’t the end-all, be-all for you? That’s the kind of mentality that makes great champions. You know, sticking out like a sore thumb is what’s going to get you the attention you need to elevate yourself to where you belong. You’ve fought your way here, and you realize that now, the only way to go is up. I don’t let my championships define me either. I let the morons like Ahren Fournier who think my entire sense of self-worth is based on the titles I’ve held on my past throw their sideways insults my way to no avail. That’s his problem anyways right? He just can’t get back to that Hardcore Championship and it’s destroying him inside. Learn this Ahren - mediocrity doesn’t win you championships. Greatness does. And greatness isn’t defined by how long of a promo you can put out, or how fast you can spew garbage out of your mouth. Greatness is the sum of your meritable qualities, none of which you’re able to display here.

Ahren, have you ever heard the old adage, "If you run into an asshole in the morning, you ran into an asshole. If you run into assholes all day, you're the asshole."? Does that quote resonate with you at all? Now it’s explicit meaning isn’t what I’m going for in this context, but I’m going to assume for a moment that you have at least the listening comprehension of a fifth grader. Tomi, since last week, has been saying all you’re capable of is talking incoherent nonsense. A LOT of incoherent nonsense, but incoherent nonsense nonetheless. Still, I gave you the benefit of the doubt coming into this match but sheesh… You’re somehow even WORSE than what I’ve heard. I know you refuse to listen to anything I say, but I know you’ve gotta understand it at some subconscious level - Tomi and I aren’t nobodies. We’re men that have held the same level of championships that you have, we’ve had huge wins just like you have, you’ve gotta respect us at least a little bit - but I’m not surprised that you don’t. If I was you, I’d have no self-respect either. Anyways, you should be able to understand that if two rather credible competitors like us are calling you out for cutting nothing more than inflated, substanceless promos, there might be some truth to that statement! There’s nothing wrong with confidence, nothing wrong with arrogance even - but to exist utterly and entirely in your own world where no facts of reality apply? How can you justify that at all? Then try to act like you’re good at anything? You take L’s in promos the same way you’ve been taking those L’s in the ring, and the L’s are gonna stay coming come the Awards Show.

Am I going to sit there and even try to listen to whatever the fuck you just put out? No. So consider those four thousand five hundred words a waste of time. Not that it matters to you. You’re one of those no-life fucking losers who’s up at 7am the same way he’s up at 7pm. Try hitting the gym or the performance center instead of staying glued to your phone recording the same cancer you always do. As for me? I’m going into Awards Show, taking that Openweight Championship opportunity, taking YOUR spot in the line here on Dynasty, and kicking your ass back into mediocrity where it fucking belongs. So, get the fuck up out of my face.

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Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 11:42 pm by **Chelsea Crowe**

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event: thursday night empire | 12/14/2017 edition
promo number: 2
participants: chelsea crowe and april song versus andrea valentine and sydney st. clair
word count: 1,927 words

scene one:
december 13, 2017 // televised

Tissues, sobs, and an ungodly amount of wiped-away mascara. That was the rubble that surrounded Chelsea Crowe as she sat on her couch, crumpled tissue pressed against her eyes. She sits up, tossing the tissue aside as she looks off away from the camera. She shakes her head, holds back a few additional sobs.

CHELSEA CROWE: “It's so hard to think about. Looking at the state of Empire, it's so difficult to consider all those girls that are lost in the shuffle. All those girls who are suffering because of a few individuals. There's some who are doing well, some who are actually using their brains and getting somewhere, but then there's those unfortunate girls who just can't catch a break. They don't have anyone who cares about them. What about those girls who aren't good enough to win title shots? What about those girls who are just like every other generic bitch who's stepped onto this show? What about Sydney St. Clair!”

Chelsea conceals her face with her hands once more, feigning sobs. Though they soon turn into a sinister, low laugh, her hands falling away to reveal a smirk on her face. She adjusts herself on the couch, staring down the camera.

CHELSEA CROWE: “That's what you sound like when you talk, Sydney: a whiny, little bitch. I feel sorry for Andrea Valentine, because she's going to have to deal with you this week. Forget me and April, it's Andrea who has the most difficult task this week. She's going to be babysitting. Andrea, do you need a bottle to give to Sydney? You know, to keep her in check? I've got one right here.”

Reaching across the couch, Chelsea picks up a baby formula bottle filled with a reddish liquid. She shows it off to the camera, grinning.

CHELSEA CROWE: “This should work well. It's a combination of two things: Sydney's salty tears because she lost to Megan Raine, and Tarah Nova's blood that was spilled in her match – because we all know Sydney is a lecherous little tramp that feeds off of Tarah's name. Too bad you're going to end up like her after Bloodletter and get beaten into irrelevance by the time our match is over. Because you're going into this match with a defeatist attitude. And I'm not just talking about the fact that she openly admitted to not trusting or even communicating with her partner. Notice how she opens up her little speech crying about low morale. Aw, boo hoo. Little Tarah-- sorry, Sydney – has low morale. Suck it up. You're probably good at that considering how much you suck up to anyone you think will give you a greater chance at getting somewhere here – until you realised that doesn't work. Then compare to me, someone who's coming off a loss, and I moved on. I did what a grown woman would do – what Sydney can't do – and I carried on with my life. I'm taking it all in stride. I'm not having a tantrum because I lost one match. I'm not wearing my 'Chelsea versus the World' shirt and my 'Sheep' hat, walking around as if I'm this disillusioned former star who's clamouring for relevancy again. Oh, poor Sydney, she's got an anchor dragging her down to the bottom of the ocean. News flash, hun: you were never above water in the first place.

You've been drowning ever since you got here, because you left your little bubble at Madam Vega's and learned first-hand what this business is really like. It's not people bending over backwards to accommodate precious little you, it's not people handing you opportunities because you name-drop a couple of people – it's harsh. And clearly, you can't take it. “People aren't endorsing me as the future any more, let me go cry in my corner about it” – pathetic. You might have gone to supposedly one of the best wrestling schools in the country, but they didn't teach you the most important thing about this business: having a thicker skin.

I mean, look at you: you're all over the place, and I just had to say a few well-placed remarks to get you all riled-up. And if you knew me, you'd know that's just how I liked my opponents. All hot under the collar, all raring to go, all ready to make mistake after exploitable mistake. Didn't you see what happened against our Women's World Champion when she got a little too frustrated with me? A concussion. What happened to Sheridan when things didn't go her way? She was forced to make up something on the spot, and I pushed her to breaking point. Letting me sink my teeth into you doesn't end well, so I'd bear that in mind.

Oh no, 'Sydney versus the World' isn't just some catchphrase you throw out, it's for your merch as well, because we all know how desperate for attention you are. Everyone else gets merch so you need some too. I mean, the saying looks great on those nice cotton shirts.”

Chelsea pulls out a black shirt from behind herself and unravels it to the camera, revealing a 'Sydney versus the Cringe' logo emblazoned across it.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Ah fuck, that's not your shirt design is it? Sorry, that's my parody shirt that I'm putting on Pro Wrestling Tees later on. You know, to celebrate my future win over you and Andrea. But anyway, where was I? Oh yes, this whole 'Sydney versus the World' shtick, the thing that reeks of emo teenager who never got that My Chemical Romance CD for Christmas. Are you sure it's always been that way? Because when you first came here, you were BFFs with Megan Raine. You were saying Tarah's name at any opportunity you got. You clung to anyone who called you 'the future', knowing full well that was what was going to catapult you to the top. And it would've worked too, if only you had the perseverance to pull it off. But nope, one stumble and it was all over. You want to say I have sheep? Where are they? Nowhere near as close to the spotlight as all those girls you leached off of when you first came here.

Now, you have all this pressure to perform. You're striking out on your own, and you need to show people you actually have what it takes to survive. Spoiler alert: you won't last long. Not if you continue like this. Because you didn't give me any reason to think you're beyond mediocre like I said, and you even called yourself “average”. Empire doesn't need “average”. See, you're the “average girl”, and I'm a cunt. There's a big difference there – namely, one of them is a lot more interesting and has way more tenacity to make it in this business. Now you're back to the “best of your abilities” – but where's this best? We haven't seen it. Was the best when you and Megan got defeated by my partner for this week, April Song? Was the best when you played the role of the petty child and refused to speak out against Mallory Wilde? Or maybe your best was last week when the woman you said was beneath you kicked your arse across the ring? Let me know, Sydney, because I want to see what your best is.

And then we get to the “superiority” comment. I was wondering if you'd say that. Yeah, I act superior, right? It's not like I've admitted to my losses, it's not like I've said many times that I may not be the best physical wrestler on this brand. I'm well aware of the skill many of my opponents have over me, but that's never stopped me from winning. Why? Because I have a lot more talent that compensates for what I lack. This isn't just a physical battle, this is a war of the minds when it comes to fighting me. In a way, you and Andrea are going to have to deal with the best of both worlds: the physical combat and technical skill from April, and the psychological warfare and tactics from me. We make up for the other's downfalls, whilst you're just adding to the issues Andrea's going to have to deal with at Empire.

But no, no, no – I'm sitting in my high tower, untouchable. Oh, how dare you bring up that loss at Bloodletter that I already accepted! Let me ask you something: did you see the match? I know you were probably too busy crying over your loss and hate-fucking yourself to pictures of Tarah, but I never got pinned. I was actually the biggest threat in that match until Consuela decided to do what she's so good at and slithered her way to victory like the snake she is. If it wasn't for Mallory, who never deserved to be in that match, then I would be wearing the Specialists title right now – and that “would be” is closer to the belt than you'll ever get. Because right now, you have nothing over the top girls on this show. You're average, you're entitled enough to start your own crusade, you're oh-so-easy to get under the skin of. You're simple, Sydney. And my win over you and Andrea will be simple too.

Andrea, this is what you have to deal with at Empire. If your niceness and your lack of punch doesn't slow you down, then your own partner will. She's delusional, to put it simply. And yet she wants to go around pointing fingers – too bad she's too blind to see her own reflection. You'll have to show her who she is, Andrea, otherwise you're going to add another loss to me on your record. Judging by how deep the delusion and anger's gone though...I don't think that'll be an easy task. So good luck, Andrea, you're going to need it. I'm sure your easily-exploitable caring nature will do some good when Empire rolls around. Maybe you can give Sydney some reassuring words whilst she's being checked over by the paramedics.

Oh, and Sydney, I heard your complaint. No, not the one about you being forgotten, or the one about you not getting title shots...or the one about you crying over Megan getting a well-earned title opportunity. The one about me not being creative. I have to admit, it kind of stung, so I thought “why not flex my creative muscles?”. How's this for creative thinking?”

Chelsea reaches behind herself and pulls out a mass of white fabric. She unfolds it, revealing a white shirt, and then turns it around to the camera. It follows the same 'Sheep' design seen on the hat Sydney was wearing – only the 'Sheep' text is replaced with 'Bitch'.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I got a friend of mine to make this because well...if any animal fits you, it's definitely a bitch. A whining, in-heat, attention-seeking female dog. You even showed your arse like a good little bitch. And when this week is over, I'll make sure you're the first to own this piece of merch before it goes up on the EAW shop. You can thank me later, and hey – if you're still around after your crushing defeat, I'll even sign it for you. Andrea can get a little something too. I'll pay her the twenty-five dollars for babysitting you for the night. Then you can go back to doing what you do best: crying.”

Chelsea balls up the shirt and tosses it at the camera. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 9:24 pm by **Megan Raine**

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Told you so.

And yet I still hear them bickering. Under their breath, the questionable hatred pouring from their mouths even when I have proven them all wrong. It’s normal. I get it. People still think I am just a flash in the pan and my run here is just an extended fifteen minutes of fame. But, it’s not. It will never be that. I am here for the long haul. If I did not prove that at Bloodletter by winning an opportunity to face Consuela for the EAW Specialists Championship in the near future, then I will prove it once again by WINNING that championship. Even now, people think I cannot wrestle. Even after defeating what everybody thought was the next best thing here on Empire, people still think that I’m not able to hang with the best of them in this women’s division. But you know what? That’s okay. I love proving morons wrong. I love showcasing just how much more stronger I have gotten since returning to EAW. The proof is in the pudding. I am the number one contender to that Specialists Title, and I EARNED that. Did you see me cheat at Bloodletter? Did you see me cower around and play dirty throughout that entire match? I mean, I won the fucking match off a FLAPJACK!! If Sydney St. Clair was the next best thing here on Empire then god damn this division needs some work. I plan on giving it the work it needs. Yes, I - Megan Raine - am here to stay. If that pisses you off, then good.

Mallory Wilde knows just how tough I am. She understands my mindset from my background in my other professions. She’s smart, open-minded, has common sense. The biggest problem with Mallory though is that she is delusional. Actually, that’s pretty much the biggest problem with just about every member of this women’s division. They are all so, so delusional and it feels like I am the only one walking around here that has a god damned clue what’s going on. Mallory, do you even hear yourself talk sometimes? Can you even muster up a proper way of thinking through that delusion that is so clearly blinding your vision? Oh, my sweet little crumpet, how it must be terrible being you. As far as you are concerned, I am walking around with the number one contendership to a belt that should be yours? Mallory, if you claim to be such a fighter, then why did you not beat the shit out of every other woman in that match? Why aren’t you the champion right now? Well you actually answered that question so clearly and it is because there is a difference between fighting and wrestling, but it seems that while you think you understand the difference then you really do not. You went into that match thinking that if you out-fought your opponents that you would have been the champion. That’s not how it works here unfortunately unless you’re a big, brolic, muscled man like Scott Oasis. You lost because Consuela out wrestled you. Plain and simple. Sydney St. Clair lost because I out wrestled her. Plain and simple. And now this week, you’re walking into this match for a fight, and not a wrestling match. How backwards you are, Mallory. And what is going to happen on Empire this Thursday? I am going to out wrestle you. PLAIN AND SIMPLE.

The way you see things is just clearly wrong. You think defeating me might give you another shot at the Specialists Championship? As far as I’m concerned, you’re at the back of the line right now while I’m at the front just ready to dive onto Consuela and her cleaning crew and rip them to shreds. You’re right, my contendership opportunity is temporary and will be until I actually win that Specialists Championship. You know what else is temporary? You’re fucking career. What’s going to happen now that you’re out of that title picture? What if you keep losing? Are you going to stay in an idle position on Empire lost in the shuffle? That’s the worst thing that could happen to anybody. For you see I am not walking into this match ready for a fight. This match has no stipulation to it, sweetheart. I’m smarter than that to know when to bring the fight and when to put on an absolutely beautiful wrestling display for the world to see. And the fact that you are calling me a Barbie Doll exterior just means you just don’t get me at all. But you know what, that is fine. I look forward to proving to you just how fucking good I am in that ring. So I hope you keep listing off what you’re going to do to me in that ring this Thursday while I’m going to keep my strategy to myself, and when your back is on the mat for three seconds and you’re sitting up afterwards wondering what the hell just happened, just know that it was The Storm that came, saw and conquered this pale, tattoo-sporting cunt. So you can take your shitty compliments back because I am not here for you. I’m not here for anybody but myself. I don’t need you to tell me that you agree with anything I am saying. I just simply need you to shut the fuck up so I can kick your ass and move on to way more important things.

Yes, I am the number one contender, and while zero always comes before one, just remember which number you are honey.

The storm is coming…

THE STORM IS COMING.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 8:23 pm by **Sydney St. Clair**

Sydney versus the world Issue # 9

"Dream Chaser" Sydney St. Clair

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We are introduced to the scene of the Empire banner, standing in front of it is a straight-laced smiling Monica Vaughan. With a microphone in hand, she begins to speak the second the screen transitions from black.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome my guest at this time -- Sydney St. Clair."

Notable by its absence is the usual smile of Sydney St. Clair as she steps into frame wearing her newly crafted “Sydney versus The World” shirt and a white cap that reads “Sheep”. Her head somewhat down and leaned with her tongue in her cheek, an expression of hesitation and annoyance being demonstrated by her posture.

"Sydney, you’re coming off what must be a very disappointing loss at Bloodletter. Can you tell us what mindset you are in after everything that has happened to you in the last few months?"

"Not going to sugar coat it Monica, right now I am feeling like complete shit. When it comes to my morale, I think I am at an all-time low. After all the months of struggle, trying to keep my head above water despite having an anchor trying to drag me under, I now find my feet at the very bottom. After every single thing that Megan Raine has put me through, she is rewarded with a shot at the Specialists Championship. And what about Sydney St. Clair? What does she have to show for all of that? Nothing. And with the state of disarray that Empire is in right now, it sure doesn’t help matters. Just look at everything that is going on right now. We are without a General Manager, we have a newly formed group of three women trying to take the place over, the most undeserving and self-entitled number one contenders to our championships, hell even the beloved Savannah Sunshine is stumbling around like a drunkard with a moral compass that has no direction in Revy. But where am I in all of that, Monica? Back at square one -- lost in the shuffle. Hell, even all the people who once said I showed promise on this brand has stopped caring about what happens to me. Where do I go? What do I do? Even I don’t know anymore."

"This week you will have the chance to bounce back from your Bloodletter loss in a Tag Team match against April Song and Chelsea Crowe. You and your partner in Andrea Valentine both get a chance to redeem your pinfall losses, has there been any conversation between the two of you to try and form a strong partnership going into this match?"

"None at all. With all due respect to Andrea, I don’t wish to form a friendship or even a partnership. I haven’t been here all that long but over the months I have come to learn that creating these bonds only give others ample opportunity to stab you in the back. Megan stabbed me in the back. Tarah, although indirectly, didn’t help get me out of those handcuffs even remotely. Would Andrea do the same thing? If it would even slightly benefit her career I wouldn’t put it past her to do so. She’s a hell of a wrestler, but I wouldn’t rely on her as a partner. If she goes out there with the sole intention of winning this match, then I am all for it because I have the sole intention to do the same. We won’t be friends when it is all over, but at the very best we can walk away as victors."

"Your opponents this week are also looking to rebound from their own losses after trying to capture the Specialist Championship at Bloodletter. The first being April Song who ha--"

"Has been quiet. And I understand why. After Bloodletter she must feel like she is in my position. After all the months of trying to elevate herself past the Specialist Championship to challenge for the World Women's Championship who could blame her for being down in the dumps? When you see some twat cutting the line and getting the shot before you after all the years of work you have put in, safe to say if she was talking right now it would be anything but pleasant. She was one of the first people to endorse me as the future of Empire, so in a way, I feel really bad for her. But feeling bad for someone isn’t going to improve my career, or put wins back on my record. If she’s watching this I hope she gets into the right state of mind and I hope she does it quickly. Because I haven’t forgotten that she took a Specialist Championship opportunity away from me several weeks ago when I was chained to Megan, so I have a little bit of a score to settle and in all honesty, it wouldn’t be fun if she’s moping the entire time."

"Her partner, Chelsea Crowe however, had plenty to say about you and your time on Emp--"

"Who gives a f*@k what that try-hard know-it-all thinks?!"

Monica is a little taken aback by the sudden outburst of Sydney, whose expression went from begrudging to angry at the mentioning of Chelsea Crowes name.

"If there is one thing that I dislike more than a self-entitled twat, it’s one that thinks they know the whole story despite in actuality know nothing. Chelsea couldn’t sell her bullshit to a swarm of flies, let alone to me. She honestly believes that I have just been “cruising by” on Empire, having it easy, been getting opportunities handed to me left right and center because I have personal connections to Tarah Nova. Calls me mediocrity, an entitled brat, nothing special, but I have heard it all before. Chelsea has her sheep that wouldn’t hesitate to kiss the earth she walks on, but I don’t belong to that particular flock of the attention craving mindless lambs. You wanna know why I got so many opportunities at the Specialist Championship, Chelsea? It is not because I had to beg and plead with Tarah Nova to give me another shot, it was because I had to wrestle with handicaps they had to put something on the line to make it worth the albeit pointless effort. Despite how I personally feel about her being removed as General Manager, the silver lining is that no other twat can use that false narrative anymore, they have to think up some new way to try and put me down. So far, I am not seeing such creative thinking. Want to know what I find funny though? Claiming that I am pushing along a false narrative, one that will make people believe I am relatable, something unique, something beyond the average performer. Yet you’re doing the complete opposite, pushing the false narrative that you’re beyond the level that you currently are. You mock me for losing to Megan, though there must be a nice view from the top of your glass tower. For someone who thinks oh so highly of themselves, surely you should be wearing that Specialist Championship right now. That doesn’t seem to be the case.

Sydney versus The World isn’t some kind of saying that I just throw out because it sounds nice, it’s because that has always been the case. I have been given no handouts, been given no chances that I haven’t deserved. From day one, I have just been the average girl trying to make it in this oh so crazy world and although I might not have gotten the victory at Bloodletter, there will be other chances. Either way, I am severed from the bonds that once confined me and I am back to performing at the best of my abilities. I have never labelled myself anything other than what I am, never sold myself beyond my worth, because I am not some knock-off run of the mill whiny ego driven c&#t like the many that Empire has had over the years. You’re no special case, Chelsea, you’re just the one that annoys me most. Well, a close second. So keep selling your cheap propaganda to the mindless sheep you’ve been selling it to, enjoy being fed the idea of superiority. Because although you have mocked my results from Bloodletter, my claims to do whatever it takes, I have found new meaning for those words -- to make it harder for you to sell your bullsh#t and apply that ugly shade of lipstick with a fat lip."

Sydney turns her attention to Moncia, a small grin forming her face to replace her angry expression.

"At the end of the day Monica, until I have made it to the top, I have plenty of reasons to fight on, even through the most difficult of times and the most arrogant of opponents. Tomorrow night, I am going to reestablish that Sydney versus The World is still an ongoing battle, one that isn’t stopping anytime soon. Watch closely, I might change your mind yet."

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 8:10 pm by **Ahren Fournier**

Oh my word Stark, I must ask. You mad bro? It would appear that you have become quite angry all of a sudden. I mean you talked about how I go on and on about nothing, for thousands of words when really it was only like 1,500. While you wound up talking for 3,500, what hip hop o hypocrite you are, but don't worry I can top that! I'm going to try and get to 5,000! Then I'll really see you get mad. To be honest the hypocrisy wasn't even the worst part about your promo. The worst part of it was that 80% of your hypocrisy was all just repetitive gibberish, coming up with different ways to call me stupid, and or retarded. Very clever I must say, I haven't heard every single wrestler in this company, and every other company say that to their opponent. You're not a very original person are you Stark, I mean with a name like Stark how could you be. You spent like 500 of your 3,000 words trying to tell me that.. Hmm, I don't know, I don't think i quite grasped what you said. Could you repeat it? Is it that I'm.. Smart? Just kidding, you don't think I'm very smart Stark, I think you said it enough times. I think it got to the point where you really didn't know what to say so you just used that as a crutch, because when you did speak, your examples as to why fell flat. They weren't very well thought out, and you were wrong on basically everything you said. Not to mention the fact that you go on to do more dick riding of Tomi Venus, and I'm not really sure why. It's very annoying when someone who isn't very smart goes onto say the same thing to you, it's quite the conundrum, but whatever.

So tell me Stark, tell me what Tomi Venus dick tastes like? By the way you slobber all over his knob I would assume you like the taste. I'm not sure where you're getting this glorification of who he is either. It's not as if he's done more than me in this company, it's not like he's actually better than me. No, I think that you have a thing for short guys with a handsome face. That's the only real reason I can see this little love affair happening. You stood right up to me, and defended him by saying, Ahren, he clearly stated that he wasn't trying with Target Smiles, and that's why he lost. But yeah, Stark, you weren't here last week, you didn't hear what he said last week. Maybe you should brush up on your EAW Dynasty before you come to the defense of your new best friend. Last week he said the opposite of what he said this week, and you can go see it back. I mean just because Tomi Venus says something doesn't mean that it's true. He goes from bragging about Target Smiles, to saying what he did as Target Smiles doesn't matter. Bragging about being in the Openweight Championship match as Target Smiles, but saying his losses as Target Smiles doesn't count. More often than not actually, he'll be telling a lie. So really I don't understand why you would use him as a credible source. Wasn't he the guy that lied about who he was for the pst 8 months? Hmm, credible indeed.

I'm not really sure what you're ass backward arguments are even supposed to prove. I'm not Hardcore Champion for 10 months so I'm bad? Did you see the Hardcore Championship reigns before mine? You see I've talked about this a thousand times, so I don't really want to repeat myself. But seeing that you want to bring up every single thing that I've been forced to talk about due to my opponents bringing up the same old shit, what's one more time, let's do it. Up until Darkane took the reigns as Hardcore Champion, I was the absolute best Hardcore Champion that this company had seen since its revival. I wore that thing with pride, beating every challenger that came my way. You want to know the average life span to hold that title was before I took over? about 1 month, or one title defense. It was guy after guy with 1 month reigns, so when I took over everyone pretty much expected the same thing out of me. But I blew them out of the water, I beat every person that you could possibly think of on that Voltage roster. I beat ex World Champions, I beat hall of famers, I beat the up and comers who now are taking over Voltage. I did it with my own personal flare, and so when I was put on the pre show, I was pissed. I tried so hard for months to make my title reign something special. To make this dead title into something other than an after thought, but no. That didn't happen, so I really wasn't feeling the disrespect, and I didn't go into that match with a fully committed viewpoint. So I lost, fully expecting to go onto bigger and better things, but it just never happened. That's what I've been talking about this whole time, I continue to do well in this company, show up, do the right things, but never get the opportunities that someone like you do. But the only thing that I can do is to shake it off, and try better next time. Even with that over here on Dynasty? I'm still put into upper middle, or main events, so what the fuck are you talking about with this curtain jerking shit? You literally know nothing about Dynasty, clearly. I was just wrestling the Pizza Boy in the main event not that long ago. I faced off against Nas, and *ahem* beat him on Voltage. Wrestling Nico Borg, wrestling the guys at the top, because even with the lack of success I've had on Dynasty, I'm still a top contributor to the brand. They want me in that spot because they know I'll show up each and every single day with a smile on my face willing to do whatever I can to come out on top. I know that doesn't mean much to you, because you like to roll out of bed and just be given things. But I'm proud of what I've been able to accomplish in EAW. Sure I want more, but where my career is going, I can only imagine the possibilities. I want to strive for more obviously, because staying stagnant isn't an option, but so far not so bad. And you know, you act as if I'm getting my ass kicked every single time. I beg you to go and find a match where I'm out classed in every sense of the word. Where I just go out and get decimated. You can't, because that's never happened. Every loss that I've accumulated through my stint in EAW has been a close call, a back and forth match that could have gone either way. So I don't have a horse shoe shoved up my ass, I have to go that extra step, and if that doesn't work, one step further. But hey go back to sucking Tomi's dick, when I've already shown he has no idea what he's doing on a mic, when he can't even keep his story straight.

Oh there you go doing the same thing that you claim that I am doing. Naming people that really don't matter. I faced Pizza Boy too in the main event, so? I faced Keelan Cetinich and beat him. In my opinion he's on the same level as Rex McAllister, so? You beat Chris Elite? Hasn't everyone? He hasn't even been thought of anything special until a few months ago, so what's your point? Did he win the World Championship? No? That guy has won 1 title that lasted for 1 month in the 8 years that he's been here. In what planet would that be considered an accomplishment? You think naming these names that you've beaten, or competed against impresses me? No, it doesn't. You see I named Hall of Famers that I've beaten, while you name middle of the row guys, and Pizza Boy. I get Darkane beat me, again, it was one match. Did I even want to be the Hardcore Champion? Not really. I even was on record of saying, I don't care about being in that match, I deserved to be past that. Why would I want something that I've already had? Why would I strive to stay stagnant? But since I was placed into that position regardless, I said fuck it. If I was going to be in a match that I didn't really care about, then I was going to do everything I could to prove everyone that I still had it. As much as I didn't feel like actually competing for a title I had already procured, I wanted to make sure it was in good hands. That title has gone through so much shit, it really just became a prop. There's been two Hardcore Champions worth a shit, and you can ask anyone. It's Ahren Fournier, and Darkane, that's it. After the Scott Diamond fiasco I thought whatever, I'll bring that title up a few notches, and up the prestige by putting on a hell of a match. Guess what? That's exactly what happened. Did he beat my ass completely? Nope. It was a back and forth match that could've gone either way yet again. But he got that one extra move on me, and it was one too many, he won. I congratulated him, and wished him well on his future endeavors. I don't hold a grudge about it, I don't care, I got what I wanted out of it; in my eyes that would've been a step back

You want to know why I called you an inconsistent garbage person, or whatever it was. It's because you are good, and you should be in the main event right now, but you're not. You take all of this for granted, and it's infuriating to someone like me that actually tries to get there. You could be in the main event but you're not, because you always piss it away. You shouldn't need the Openweight Championship to get a World Title match, and yet here you are. Why is that Stark? Why are you in the same position as someone that's only been here for a year? You're actually happy where you are in this company? Someone that has such a high opinion of himself, and yet here you are with me. Someone that has only had what 2 matches since coming back? And you've lost both, but somehow you're doing great. I don't get it, but your opinion of yourself can't be swayed by logic, or facts. You're doing great just for the sole purpose that you're in this match right? You can state how you're so much better than me, and how you've done so much more than me, but facts are facts. Try to spin it anyway you want to, but have you even won a match since returning at Territorial Invasion? I get that you were on a roll earlier this year, but you pissed it away. That has nothing to do with now, because you're not on that roll anymore. This is the new Stark, the one that is the same as the old one. The common theme with Stark is that he can't quite get to the top of the mountain, and right now you have an Ahren Fournier sized barricade blocking you from what you want to achieve. I can guarantee you that you don't want it as much as I do. I know you think that that's not enough to beat the all mighty Stark, but hey, it just might be.

You're right Stark, Nobi is a champion, after years and years of obscurity he is a champion, and we have you to thank for that. He was unable to beat anyone else for a championship, except when you got involved. He had not one but two chances to beat the High Rollerz this year for the shitty Tag Team Titles and he couldn't even do that. He even had Lioncross by his side, and he said he was going to do it for Lioncross, but not even that motivation could carry him to the promise land. So does beating you change everything about him? Does that make him good? He beat Prince of phenomenal, the guy that beat you for the National Elite Championship in the first place. A guy that wasn't supposed to stand a chance against you in the first place. A guy that you let win a championship without an utter care in the fucking world. There's a trend for the National Elite Championship Stark, and it continues to be your involvement with the new title holders. POP defended his title every time until you showed up, and ruined it for him. You're the loser to the stars. You're the person that everyone beats in the title match to get to where they want to be. You say that I'm just curtain jerking with Shackleford and Reginald.. But at least I can say i didn't let Nobi get a title. And while we're on the topic, yes I faced off against Shackleford, and I beat him. Never faced Dempshaw before. And again, you're in this match too, with those two wrestlers, so are we curtain jerking now? Again, we're all in the same spot, so where is your logic? Anyways, am I supposed to be impressed with Nobi's title victory over you, a guy that shouldn't even be in this company anymore, and who had a giant break before that match? And POP? No, I don't think so. Honestly of course you're trying to say that Nobi is better than us just because he's champion, but there's more to it than that. But oh wait, another dick riding Tomi Venus line, I already talked about this Stark, but come on have some self respect for yourself. One clearly you didn't even listen to Tomi's last promo because he talked about how he may have said what I said he said. Follow? He definitely did, and him not denying it is all the proof you need. So maybe if you got his cum out of your eyes, you'd be able to actually see what's going on here. By the way why didn't you even respond to him? So please get educated on what's happening here before commenting. Now you bring up the fact he "DESTROYED" Jacob Senn, but what happened the week after that? Your boy Tomi Venus, got DESTROYED, by Scott Oasis in the first round of the King of Elite tournament. Are you going to completely ignore that? Or... Of course you are, because one, you probably didn't even know it happened, or two, you don't want to talk shit on your new boy toy.

And now we come to the reason that you'll never actually be a main eventer. You may have wrestled in main events, but you've never been a main eventer, and here's why. You call me responding back to you having no life, when in reality it's just hard work. It's me going that extra mile to show that I actually want this, and the reason that you'll never make it to where I am going to be, is because you have no work ethic. The only reason that you responded to me was because you were mad, and spouted off at the mouth. We don't get this Stark every week, we get the lathargic Stark that couldn't give two shits what happens to him, and his career. You want me to apologize for actually working hard, and actually wanting show that I'm better than every guy that I face off against? Well no, I'm not going to do that. Maybe if you knew what it was like to actually have to work for something you wouldn't be all butt hurt at the fact that someone does actually work harder than you, that someone does have more passion than you. That someone actually wants to better themselves without a hand out, because that's all you're given. You're resting on your laurels from what you've done months, or years ago, and you don't think you have to prove yourself anymore. Well wrestling is a fickle mistress, and if you don't progress with it, you'll be left behind completely. It seems like that's what's happening to you, another title match, another loss, and I'm surprised you're still here quite honestly. I mean regardless of whether you "destroyed" Pop or not, you're not the champion, you were booted off the show, what the fuck do you have to be proud of? You should be miserable, you should be contemplating how you got this far down the ladder but no. You have your head shoved so far up your own ass you don't understand that you're running out of second chances. This is your last chance Stark, you can only run on the fumes of your past for so long before people just don't care anymore.

Ignorance is quite the disease indeed, and clearly so is being delusional, and so is being a hypocrite. You're just rolling in the diseases, hopefully it all is contagious. Maybe if you actually spent time looking in the mirror to see how you could better yourself, you could actually be looked at as an ok guy. Think that you're a main eventer all you want, but here you are a few years removed from your debut and you're no better than when you were the New Breed Champion. You haven't moved up, you're right here with me, and I am ashamed that I have to compete against you. It bothers me, because I shouldn't be in the same spot as you, I should be above you. After this week though, I won't have to be, because I'll be able to call myself the representative from Dynasty for the Openweight Championship. Go ahead and smoke weed, and do your LSD. Pretty sure it's banned by the company so why you openly admit it is beyond me. You have that golden treatment obviously, so everyone turns a blind eye when it comes to mandatory drug tests. Or they just know that you'll be gone soon anyway, it really doesn't matter. They bust you and suspend you, or you just flat out quit again, either way this won't last long. But hey, congrats on competing on such a high level being on the drugs.. But you forget that it almost cost you your entire career in the process. I mean really, all these close calls and you're still just bragging about winning while high? That's pathetic man, I would think that at some point you'd take a good hard look at yourself and change your ways. Josh Gordon went to rehab for his weed addiction, and so can you, you're not above it. Continue doing what you're doing, and you'll be out of this company again in on time. Then you can come back again and talk about how 5 years ago you beat Jamie O'Hara. Now won't that be special.

Although isn't it a bit sad that you have to depend on a drug to enjoy your life? What kind of miserable cunt are you? You're part of the most pathetic percentage of this world. Someone that can't handle the real world like normal functional adults, so they have to put foreign substances into there body just to be happy. You know how everyone views drug addicts like you? You know why rehab was invented? Because drugs aren't good. You want to try and glorify Tomi on this upper echelon for some reason, go ahead, I've already proven how much of moron he is. But you want to glorify drugs? You know how you can open your mind? Read a fucking book. You've become dependent on drugs just to cope with life, and the sad thing is, if they were ever taken away from you, I'm sure you would kill yourself. You can't handle the real world, and that's the most pathetic thing of all. Lose a match, quit the company. Cope with drugs. Yet you want to come at me and say that anger isn't the answer? Mother fucker you've been angry this entire time. You have no idea what zen is, you're even poser stoner. I've made you angry because of "stupidity" but everything that you said I've had an answer for. And that's honestly why I keep resounded and my responses are so long. It's because you say a lot of misinformed, or stupid things, and I have to correct you on it.

I'm not the one that needs the inner peace, because if you had any at all, you wouldn't have gone on a 20 minute tangent about how you think I'm stupid. Honestly you need to reevaluate who you are as a person, and try to understand that you're not who you once were. You're a shamed EAW wrestler, who used to be good, but has destroyed his credibility. Sure you proved yourself in the past, but what will the past due for you now? You're not that same guy. You rest on your laurels and continue to coast through life. The same can be said about me, and again your hypocritical self comes out. You're just on a slump? I'm just on a slump. You're literally just a hypocrite that can't come to terms that I'm on his level. This double standard that you hold for people his unbearable. I know I've lost and I've owned up on them. I've never made excuses so I don't know where you got that one from, again you're the one misinformed. I've only been here for a year, I've got time to grow. I have time to find out who I truly am. Do you know how you grow in life Stark? It's by making mistakes, and learning from them. That's what I do, that's why I've never lost to the same person twice. But again you have no clue what the hell you're talking about, you're just horribly misinformed, and totally over your head on the world of Fournier. I've won big matches, I've lost big matches, just like you. See the funny thing is, I have 1 title to my name, and you have two, yet you think that that one extra title really puts you over the edge with me. A title reign that lasted all but one month. So where does this superiority complex even stem from? You've had something that I haven't had, other than opportunity, and that's time. You've had time to do all these things, and yet I'm literally right there with you. But you'll fail to realize that, just like you fail to realize how much of a legitimate threat I am to this match. That's something that will haunt you, I don't know why people do it because it never ends well. Never misjudge your opponent and label them as a non factor because it'll only left you open for failure. In your case I don't care if you do, because you're going to think what you want regardless, and it helps me out. All the while that you've been around while I've been around, you haven't been a main eventer. You've never challenged for the world title. Competing in a few main events doesn't make you a main eventer, hell I've done that. I don't even consider myself a main eventer. Not yet at least. You keep spewing out nonsensical "fake news" tidbits that I don't even understand where you get them. A draw doesn't lose to Tomi Venus clean? Loses happen, everyone loses clean? What is Tomi Venus not a main event guy now? Is he someone that shouldn't be able to win clean? Your logic makes absolutely no sense. Again you know absolutely nothing about me and these "facts" that you talk about aren't even real things.

But anyway no Stark, I don't think you're here to claim the World Championship that has alluded you for so long. What I think you're going to do is what you always do. Lose, and quit. It's become the norm, and quite expected out of you. You'll continue to be the fuck up, and pop in and out of this company until one day you just don't come back. But thanks for letting me know that I'm in your head now, I've got you flustered. Doesn't matter how I did it, I've knocked you off your game, and I now have the advantage over you. That will continue for the duration of this week, and going into the match we have this Saturday. You can say that I'm not a threat but someone that isn't a threat would't have thousands of words wasted on them. Even when you do leave you go out on top, except for the fact you've left without being champion, you left flat on your back after being pinned one, two, three. On top indeed, except for the guy that was on top of you, you fucking moron. Anyways yeah I've talked a lot again, oops, guess that's going to make Stark even madder. Good, ya bitch. See what I do is respond to every single thing that you say, I don't nitpick like everyone else does. I go line by line, and pick apart everything you say because I can. Because I can see a flaw in just about every word that you utter. Now I know you think that quantity means less than quality, but Ahren Fournier is both quantity and quality. And when someone says some really uniformed stupid shit, such as yourself, I have a lot to say. And well honestly now that I know how much long as fuck promos bother you, I kind of wanted to do it again so you could get your panties in a bunch. It's really funny to see you have just a major bitch fit just because I like to talk a lot. So, I don't know, you can resend, and say that what i'm saying is really stupid, and I'm just a retard, but I've literally just stated facts here. So go ahead and talk your bullshit about how you're better, and I'm stupid, I'll be waiting. And when I see you respond, I'll be right back here, ready for more. By the way I'm doing this at the gym, in between sets. Line by line fam. Fuh Q bih.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 6:28 pm by **Amani**

empire two

Astraea Jordan doing absolutely nothing.

Astraea Jordan doing absolutely everything.

It seems either way I get criticized. Why did you do this? Why didn't you do this? I attack someone, ridiculed. I don't attack someone, ridiculed. You confuse me, Daisy. But I guess I can't please everyone. Especially a no one. You really think The Bomplex planned this whole thing where I face you after a "grueling" match to make it easier for me? That I really care if you're 100% or not? That I demanded this match be made since I saw how hurt you were?

I don't even care about your existence, sis. I didn't even see all of your match. You swear DEDEDE has it out for you but the truth is he couldn't care less either. "Thorn in his side" is quite the exaggeration. He could've just fired you since you're so against everything he and EAW stands for but he's that much of an understanding, generous man, he's gonna let you continue to make money under his banner. If you can even sell anything, I don't know. I mean, you were taking shots at me first so why not settle this the only way we can? It's funny that you wanted this match then when you actually get it, it's a conspiracy against you. A real superior athlete wouldn't care - or maybe in your case, since you told the whole world you're not a superior athlete for me - someone with "killer instinct". They'd appreciate such an opportunity. They'd take any opportunity to get into that ring. But here you are complaining. I could still give you a run for your money on my worst day, don't get it twisted, honey. Even when you're at your so-called best, Astraea will always be better. Anyways, what would you have done in my position at Bloodletter? You say you commended me for attacking Madison then when I align myself with like-minded individuals who appreciate my talent and acknowledge my skill, I'm suddenly some kind of sell out and you hate me. Even though I've still managed to do everything I have all by myself. Funny how that is overlooked. If I attacked Aria, I'm sure you would've been calling me a coward instead. Bitches love to switch up the story when it's in in their favor. Too bad, the evidence of the opposite is all over the internet. Maybe next time.

I easily could have taken advantage of either Cloud or Aria, or even both of them and laid them out in that ring but you'd be saying the same shit you are now. "You knew they weren't completely there so you beat them up just like how you get put into a match with me right after I participate in a No DQ match". Make up your mind on who ya wanna blame for your shortcomings and misfortunes, girl. It wouldn't have made me look any better to attack a worn out, flabby champion. That's what King of Elite is for. I have a date set in stone, why ruin that? Unlike you, I don't do shit for the sake of being edgy. I said I was there to scout and that's what I did. I don't lie. As I said, I've done everything entirely on my own. Malcolm isn't holding my hand, DEDEDE isn't holding my hand. We're doing our own things. Just because we show up together at a show doesn't mean I'm getting babysat. I've had to work just like you have, sis. I already knew my worth before this, but no one else did. That's why I appreciate the Bomplex. They're a support system if I ever needed one. But somehow, me having some friends means I can't do shit myself? That I'm a kiss-ass? And that I'm insecure? Don't make me laugh. The only ass-kissing happening in EAW is the whole roster taking my catchphrases because they couldn't come up with their own and trying to replicate my beautiful merchandise and failing miserably. That's as close as they, and you, will ever get to being on my level. I still walk with the same pep in my step as I did the first time I marched down that ramp, Daisy. Nothing has changed about me, truly. You'll be finding that out first hand. It'll be such a shock to you when I come out there on my own and defeat you on my own! Oh, but wait. I already know you're gonna use your previous match as the reason you lost. Where's that killer instinct you like to talk about? And all that experience you got should help you, shouldn't it? Even though I have almost the same amount? Heh. This should be no different for you than any other weekly match since you're so tough and badass. But since it's against me, it's Daisy versus everybody. You push a wild, false narrative. I can only hope you realize your mistakes soon enough to where you won't completely embarrass yourself on Empire. Everything you say can so easily be disputed, it's sad. You put words into my mouth and question my every move to make it seem like I'm some kind of phony who will be exposed. Jokes on you, though. I'm the one who does the exposing here. It's what the Goddess of Justice does. Even if the Bomplex were to implode tomorrow - I'm sure you're waiting on that - I'd still be beating your ass Thursday and going onto King of Elite with all the confidence in the world. I don't need validation from other people but it sure as hell doesn't hurt. I bet Aria is gonna use the same insults against me as you are right now to try to deny my very real chance of finally knocking her off her throne. But don't worry, I'll just keep repeating myself until it becomes common knowledge.

DEDEDE isn't so shallow as to turn on someone after one loss, so that proves even more that you make up lies to try to shade people only for it to miss wildly because you don't know the truth. But I won't be worrying about losing anytime soon. I have no reason to. You may have gotten through Andrea - I don't even know her last name but congrats - BUT she is no Astraea. She never will be, you never will be, no one will. "I don't wanna be Astraea", you'll say. But since you love putting words in mouths, allow me to do that for you just once. You don't wanna be Astraea but it's the only way you'd ever be relevant and you HATE that. Daisy Trash doesn't sell merch, Astraea Jordan does. Daisy Trash doesn't get crowds off their feet, Astraea Jordan does. Daisy Trash doesn't get world title matches, Astraea Jordan does. You wanna claim Seattle, well let's treat this like Superbowl 49. You're the Seahawks and I'm the Patriots. This could've been easy for you, but you chose the wrong play. In your case, the wrong play was tryna go to war with me. You might get close but I'm gonna be there to intercept that win. This match isn't about who's hardcore, it's about pure athleticism and, since you already admitted you don't have that, I already got this in the bag, at least mentally. It's just time to put it all into motion, physically. Seattle may be cold, sis, but Chiraq is colder. It's a shame you're gonna learn that the hard way.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 3:34 pm by **Stark**

There are too many things about the universe, and life in general, that we’ll just never understand - maybe someday, and although the overplayed cliche reads “nothing is impossible”... some things most definitely are. Ethical capitalism for one. Donald Trump putting out a comprehensible tweet, two. Impossibilities are important to recognize and understand. Jokes aside, my point is, nobody is ever going to know all - that’s the biggest impossibility of all. There is a very real and very finite limit to human intelligence and knowledge. That’s just a fact that exists at the very core of nature. The way I see it, intelligence as a concept goes beyond just the superficial value of how much information a person “knows.” I see intelligence as the measure of how much a person can understand that they simply cannot understand everything. All that leads to is closed-mindedness, and that’s no good for anyone, as you can clearly see by the climate that the world is in today; we’re in the era of the modern day plague.

It’s not the Bubonic Plague. It’s not the Influenza, or the Common Cold; not AIDS, not Ebola, not the Swine Flu. It’s not a good plague, it’s not a bad plague; it’s THE plague - but really, it’s a bad fucking plague. Unfortunately, the plague of this time period is perhaps one of the worst we’ve ever had. There’s very few immediate victims. To the masses, this plague doesn’t exist. This plague is “fake news” to them. This plague is invisible to those who have caught the disease, and unfortunately, it’s seemingly terminal, because the one cure to this plague is the one thing those affected by it will never have. I’ll stop speaking in riddles now - if you haven’t gotten it yet, I’ll lay it down for you easy Ahren - you’re infected. You got the stupid. You got the cancer. You, my friend, have a bad case of ignorance.

What’s it like being a stupid motherfucker Ahren?

Hard? Do things not click well in your head? I can see that Tomi Venus seems to agree with the fact that you’re brain dead. Here, let me stoop to your level of ignorance and say some asinine shit like “Oh, too much your makeup and hair product must have seeped through your skin, corrupting your blood with shadily FDA approved cancerous chemicals, causing mental retardation” etcetera, etcetera, etcetera; on and on again for thousands and thousands of words; bereft of any substance, originality, or comprehension. Nah, but that’s what you do right? That’s how you get in people’s heads, right? That’s how you get your opponents bashing their heads into the walls in the days before you gotta go up against them, right? It’s what you do, Ahren, every single week of the year. You come out here, every fucking day, spewing - again - thousands of words of worthless, utter nonsense, as if that’s supposed to make you good? Ever hear of quality over quality? I’m damn sure you haven’t otherwise I wouldn’t be subjugated to listening to nearly twenty minutes of you going on and on about God knows what at this point.

Think about it. Think hard for just a second. Everyone’s a “top guy” on Voltage. Don’t even bring that Hardcore Championship reign up - because, if you were actually worth your weight as Hardcore Champion, YOU’D be Hardcore Champion now. But you’re not, and that’s not even one bit surprising. Over here, you’re just another guy. Hell, I’d hesitate to even call you that. You’re the curtain jerker. You’re the guy out here opening the show, getting sent out to do battle against these scrubs from NEO. You’re the guy that they can’t trust with the top spot, and that has nothing to do with your ‘consistency’, as I can see that you like to pretend that’s some great measure of praise or self-worth. Consistency isn’t, and never has been, equal to good. I’d even hesitate to call you good though Ahren. Tomi Venus has already well established you’re a steaming pile of trash when it comes to working your way around a microphone. Honestly, I didn’t believe it, because thankfully, I’ve never had to listen to a single word come out of your putrid mouth before. But of course, what life gives, life takes away. All good things must come to an end. And now here I am, prepping for my debut on Dynasty, having my brain scrambled by the rubbish I am forced to sit here and endure.

There ain’t nothing I gotta prove - not to you, at least. Realize this, Ahren, I didn’t even feel the need to address you yesterday. Yet here you are, ranting about me for twenty damn minutes. I’m even a little flattered to be honest. Then again, all that proves is that your talent isn’t your promo skills, that’s for fucking sure - you do have an amazing ability to pull two thousand words of pure crap out of your ass. I mean really, I’m listening to this shit right now and I still can’t figure out where to start. This is what CNN Reporters must feel like trying to decipher the hieroglyphics of a Donald Trump speech. You out here speaking in windings boy. You a dingbat ass motherfucker out here. Oh look! I can go on and on with nothing of substance too! What other nonsense should I start talking about? I mean, it was 40 degrees in NYC today, so going for a run outside was nice. Doug Jones beating Roy Moore in Alabama was great for this country, too, have you heard about that? Oh - TMZ just said that The Bachelor’s list of female contestants just got announced! Irrelevant nonsense like that is right up your alley, isn’t it Ahren, so let’s stop talking about me, and let’s talk about that! Who do you got winning? Personally, if it was me, I’d choose the bad bitch with the ass --

I can’t do this. Even PRETENDING to be as stupid as you just hurts my brain too fucking much. You wanna know what changed Ahren? I USED to be a top guy. I used to be the guy they could throw into any main event over there on Showdown, and I’d deliver. I’ve had more great matches in my first four months back in EAW this year than you’ve had in your entire career. I’ve gone head to head with a man YOU couldn’t beat for the Hardcore Champion, BEAT HIM - and I earned the motherfucker’s respect to the point where he even agreed to team with me for the Tag Team Grand Prix. But you, what, lasted like fifteen minutes in the ring with him, then got your brains bashed in with a shovel before he speared you through a table for that quick one, two, three? That is what went down that night. I main evented against The Pizza Boy, I beat Chris Elite, I beat Rex McAllister - and THAT’S why I’m here saying I’m a changed man. I NEED to return to that top form I was once in, and hey, I feel like I ain’t doing that bad of a job getting my ass back there. There’s a reason I agreed to that Dynasty contract after I lost my job on Showdown - which by the way, since you asked, just shows you clearly didn’t watch Kingsroad. The deal with Brian Daniels was that if I lost my National Elite Championship REMATCH CLAUSE - which mind you was the reason I was in that match, which is more of a valid reason than you competing in this match.

If you wanna talk about my “fall from grace”, you’re a couple months too late. You realize it was just ONE embarrassing loss that’s tainted my entire year in the eyes of you simpletons right? Other than that quick loss to POP, I’ve still been doing great. I mean, yeah, I’ve only wrestled like twice since Territorial Invasion - I’ll concede, I’ve been pinned in both matches, but to try to write me off as - oh… “Huge disappointing garbage person” is the best you could come up with? Are you fucking kidding me? Maybe I don’t belong here on Dynasty - it’s clearly the home of the mentally retarded with fools like you and Shackleford up here struggling to string together coherent sentences of one the easiest languages to speak. Oh yeah, sure Ahren, I’m not good enough to stop you because you said I’m not good to stop you. Let’s give this fucker a Nobel Prize in logical computations over here. Yeah, maybe I’ve been lacking passion before, but if you still think I’m here to take things easy the only way I’m going to be able to prove you wrong is by throwing you over that top rope and taking away what’s probably your last chance here - and it’ll be back to opening Dynasty week after week against the newest NEO flavor of the month for you Ahren.

You sure you wanna start talking down on Tomi Venus right here? Sure, if I were a little bitch, I’d call every clean loss I take an upset too. But I’m not. I take my losses in stride, I learn from them, I accept them. A little bit of humility goes a long away - and when you think about it, I have every right to be the arrogant one here. I’ve had two huge championship wins over current main eventers in the form of Jamie O’Hara and Rex McAllister, while you were a big fish in a small pond on Voltage. And I’m not calling your entire career by this one loss to Tomi Venus, I’m calling your entire career on the months and months of mediocrity you’ve displayed here on Dynasty. You gonna call Nobi a charity case now? Am I really supposed to sit here and listen to this shit? Here’s the difference - NOBI IS CHAMPION. Again, because you really like repeating the same point over and over again - you’re nothing more than a curtain jerker, nothing more than filler for this battle royal, and if you really think you’re entitled to anything - despite your make believe ‘skill and intelligence’, like I said homie, all you’re getting is a way one ticket over that top rope and out of the ring. Sure, you beat Target Smiles, completely disregarding the fact that Tomi Venus himself has said many times he held back, he held way back while under that mask. And if the fact that he came out here and DESTROYED Jacob Senn in his debut doesn’t mean anything to you then I don’t know what to say. Just like how I destroyed POP, had him down for three, before Nobi came in and took the win - and hey, I’ll say it - he outsmarted me. He was the better man that night, and again, I’m not ashamed to admit he’s the better man now - better than you, better than me, because he’s National Elite Champion while we aren’t shit - well, not me, not yet. Inflated egos are everyone’s downfall Ahren, the bigger you get, the more spectacular of an explosion it’ll be when I pop that shit open.

You see a guy without passion? You’re blind and you’re wrong, no other way about it. You know what I really hate about your kind of promoer Ahren, the no-lifer who’d rather stay up rambling into a microphone about who-knows-what for twenty fucking minutes? You guys have NOTHING. No talent, no wit, no substance - just a lot of fluff, a lot of bullshit, a lot of nothing. Are these long, repeated promos supposed to make you seem better Ahren? More dedicated? More motivated? Maybe you got more free time. That’s all that proves. I don’t see a good promoer when I look at you. I see a guy with a lot of spare time on his hands, a guy who clearly spends more time looking at himself in the mirror cutting bullshit promos than a guy who’s out there hitting the gym or training for his upcoming match. You’re a frustrating motherfucker to deal with, not in the sense of someone ACTUALLY good like Jamie O’Hara, but just another little shitlet who still hasn’t grasped the concept of quality over quantity. Again. You clearly didn’t fucking watch Kingsroad. You clearly didn’t see me destroy POP. You didn’t see me get nearly three winning falls. Sure, I was just there “going through the motions”, whatever fits your idiotic narrative. And this is why I had that whole diatribe of you being infected with a disease worse than cancer itself. Ignorance. I can’t deal with ignorance, Ahren, I hear dumbasses like you shitting on my lifestyle with facts that don’t make sense, facts that don’t add up to who I am, and in the end, all it shows is you either fail to understand who I am or just choose to be wrong on purpose to get under my skin. Either way, you’re just asking to get fucked.

Weed. LSD. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m not the party monster you are or whatever. A night of quiet meditation or video games with my trusty bong by my side always sounds like a better deal than banging girls, getting wasted, or partying all night long. You know what? I beat Rex McAllister “on the drugs.” I went to Pain for Pride “on the drugs.” I came within a microsend of beating POP and reclaiming my National Elite Championship “on the drugs.” I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t wanna hear the misinformation and bullshit from you. Keep your 1960’s Richard Nixon fucking reefer madness propaganda to yourself. Weed keeps me going day by day; acid gives me more wisdom in my left nut than you have in the entirety of that shriveled decaying brain in your head. You’re right, maybe I have a problem with staying motivated, but don’t correlate two parts of my life that don’t have anything to do with each other, especially when you couldn’t be more wrong. Yeah, I’ll say it again, this match is going straight to either me or Tomi. You aren’t winning fucking shit. You haven’t convinced me in your promos, all you’ve done is given me stress and a headache. Let it grind your gears. Let it make your blood boil. Anger is never the answer. Peace with oneself is the way to victory, you’d know this if you maybe just sat down and smoked a joint. I’m underestimating you Ahren, because you DESERVE to be underestimated. And no, not just because I’m saying so, but because you’ve been nothing but a steaming pile of trash on Dynasty, a draft pick not worth his weight in salt.

You know why I get these opportunities Ahren? I’ve proven myself enough in the past. That’s why StarrStan signed me to Dynasty, because once upon a time I BEAT him. He understand what being in a slump is like, and he understands what it takes to get out of a slump. You don’t just throw away an Elitist that used to be a top guy. You give them the opportunity to get back to where they were, and that’s exactly what Starr did, and that’s exactly why I’m here tearing you apart the way I did to every poor motherfucker who had the misfortune of going up against me on the road to Pain for Pride. Sure sure, drugs, rehab, etcetera, etcetera, you’re really a lost cause Ahren. And you know what the funny thing is, Ahren? I’ll stay getting these opportunities. I’m not the “almost” guy like you are, I don’t make excuses or try to justify my losses. I’ve won the big ones in the past, and I’ll stay winning the big ones, starting with this battle royal. The higher-ups see that, and that’s why even despite the shitty last-half of the year I’ve had, I’m in the same exact spot that you are. So keep running me down Ahren, because in the end we’re on the same level, so every bit as horrible or a failure or how irredeemable I am goes right back and applies to you too, buddy. Seriously? You think a “drug overdose” is the root of my problems? You looked at my EAW.com profile and saw weed and acid, then came out here to spew two thousand words of garbage at me - that’s what happened.

It really doesn’t matter that you’re out here every week. Clearly, that hasn’t gotten you anywhere. Yeah, I’ll admit that I might be a spoiled bastard who gets more than he deserves, you should have seen that in my last one if you got your head out of your ass and looked at the world with your eyes instead of your long intestine. You aren’t a draw at all, let’s make that clear. A draw isn’t the guy they send out there to make Dampshaw or Shackleford look good in their debuts. A draw isn’t the curtain jerker. A draw doesn’t take clean losses to Tomi Venus like that. A draw isn’t just another head to put in a multi man match. You know what a draw is, Ahren? A draw is the guy that main events Showdown. A draw is the guy that holds titles. You can shit on my past, but what I’ve done then is still more than what you’re doing now. You think things are going to change on Dynasty? You don’t think I’m back here for anything less than to reclaim a spot that once belonged to me? That’s why I’m so hellbent on this Openweight Championship - I’m going all the way to the top this time, all the way to the World Championship that’s evaded me my whole career. Ain’t nothing ending it this time. That’s what separates me from the other fools you point out Ahren. When I know I’m bound to fuck up, I admit it. If nothing else, I stay honest, true to myself, and true to my opponents. So when I’m telling you I’m here to stay, when I’m telling you I’m here to knock you out of your spot on the totem pole of Dynasty, you’d best believe it.

A fuck-up I am, no doubt. But there’s redemption for everyone. Mine is just beginning. Don’t get used to the attention I’m giving you here Ahren, you ticked me off and I came for your head. I still don’t think you’re a threat, I just needed to put you in your place. You aren’t any more of a concern to me than Shackleford is, now what does that say? Here’s the thing, even when I do leave, I always go out on top. You can go ahead and list all the names you’ve beat, that list doesn’t mean shit to me. I’d tell you mine but I’m not going to sit here and brag about my past. Funnily enough, you call me out for being braggadocious in bringing up my past accomplishments while you sit here and list a name of nobodies as if I’m supposed to be impressed? I got another list of five nobodies I’m going to run through at the Awards Show right here. This match for me isn’t about representing Dynasty. It’s about getting the top spot that I’ve been dying to get my whole career.

Keep your victim complex going. Keep thinking you’re entitled for literally anything more than the spot you’re in right now. Time for talking is over. I’ve dealt with enough of your bullshit. But I’m sure you’ll reply to this, one-upping your stupidity again. Cure for ignorance? Wisdom. Try acid Ahren. It’ll do ya some good. I can keep coming and going as I please. Maybe I will take another hiatus, shit means nothing to do. I’ll take a hiatus with my Openweight Championship like that bitch Ryan Marx did. What are you gonna do about it? NOTHING. Show me hard work pays off. Show me how you being here week after week is going to give you any sort of edge in that battle royal when it comes down to the golden rule of wrestling - there are no certain predictions, ever. Show me that I’m a fuck up. Show me that I’m not going to get it done. Because if I beat you at the Awards Show, what’s your excuse then? Performance enhancing drugs? You were having a “bad night” again like you have been since you’ve gotten here on Dynasty? Spend half the time this week you’ll spend talking on training for the ring and you might stand a chance.

Here’s what’s going to make me crack up the most after I take that Openweight Championship opportunity away from you Ahren. This “drug addicted, underwhelming, oversaturated, failure” is your next Openweight Champion.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 2:02 pm by **Sheri-dun**

Showdown 02

'' You're nothing special, is a phrase I have heard far too often recently. People adore little more than to implement and offer their opinions, on how I represent a stereotype, they judge my appearance, criticise my personality and contemplate the ability that I maintain within this business. A shining example is the women who I most recently dominated at Bloodletter. A woman who would constantly profess my arrogance does not match my athleticism, that my tongue situates myself in positions that I would be incapable of fighting out from. She did all this, whilst placing me in the main event of her show, week upon week, I was the woman who closed the show all but once from my return to our match. I believe people are intimidated by me, and throwing these criticisms and buzzwords against my name, makes what I harbour become more animated, realistic and friendly. They will not speak my name, and yet will compare me and evaluate the sentences that reach from my lips, and the actions that I deliver inside of a wrestling ring. Truthfully, Elite Answers Wrestling needs me. They would not have taken my side above their general manager if not, if I were not so important, then their pleading and assertiveness in wishing for me to return, even offering her position of general manager to be terminated, the volume gradually increases against my ears. People are slowly considering that I am genetically superior, I am above a simple mortal, my physical stature, my technical prowess, absolute excellence that is unrivalled in this business, it is finally being acknowledged. This is why my name situates at the peak of Empire on so many occasions, this is why the board of directors care ever so much for my thoughts. Aria Jaxon is a woman who falls beneath a category I stated above, she places stereotypes on what she knows little of, I won't disparage her evaluating the two women I associate myself with now as Girl Scouts, it is somewhat obvious they work better in tandem, but to place my name in this also, quite frankly it frustrates me. For I am not a simple troop, following orders handed to me on a piece of paper, I am something indescribable, I am fuelled with a vindictive streak, vengeance that burns and incinerates throughout my system. I am the woman responsible for, figuratively speaking, spread conflagration across your former general manager's cranium, pelting it with a rifle from my boot, punting her in the temple and rendering her nothing more than a carcass for this match. You speak of her as if it was her choice to lose to me, as if she had a say in the matter of losing her status as general manager. Let me make this clear for you, it was all me. I am the reason for her fall from grace, from the alluring heights of being capable of power abusing without question, to manipulative authority whilst not one person suspects foul play. She brought incineration to my lifestyle, a beautiful lifestyle that I instilled into Empire, something you have matched and fought against, and conditions you will admit brought you success alongside the likes of myself and Cailin Dillon. She ruined that, she executed efficiency from this world, and attempted to carry me to slaughter, leaving me to suffer in the cold, as she told the world lies about me, as she signed off on my firing for all eyes to see, as the world applauded and celebrated. She brought coldness to my world, conditions that I was far too weak to combat, she left me in the dark, banished from the wrestling industry, eradicated from the one thing I hold dear to me. I was saved at my final breath, incineration now fills me, a burning passion to deliver a massacre to all of those who celebrated, who partied, who said au revoir to my lifestyle and I. You, alongside the fallacious War Queen, who spoiler alert for all listening, knows nothing of war as I shall demonstrate in the coming months, and the woman who I removed from power, and who I delivered the final blow to within our match. Sure, I will admit happily to you, Azumi and Haruna helped me, but you state it yourself, I didn't need them, I would have been perfectly capable of decapitating the phantom faced bitch from this world as an individual, but this does not scream that I needed assistance, it demonstrates her lack of ability as a manager, as a woman who oversees the productivity and happiness of a brand. As a matter of fact, she handed your so-called friend Stephanie a title match beneath what reason, that you asked with puppy dog eyes? What about your next opponent for the championship, I don't recall her fighting against someone deserving to earn that status. You represent a championship that people can seemingly just breathe in order to receive a title shot, and that is not entirely your fault, it is hers, it is the woman you hold ever so close to you, she claimed to be establishing a component she was poisoning, and I evidenced this at Bloodletter, she is nothing more than a malicious, two-faced megalomaniac, and Azumi and Haruna going out of their way to attack her, validates this, and this is only the beginning I assure you, I will not stop, the Axis shall not cease this vindictive talk, until she is beneath the ground, vanquished, tyrannised and lifeless, until bruises cover her pale skin and smoke fills her lungs. She is not going to bounce back, I will pummel and beat against her skull until it cracks, until this incineration that fills me, pours into her, the moment she dies in irrelevancy, and feels the absolute emotion that I felt whilst outcast and eradicated from this world, I shall not stop, I am known for my persistence, and truth of word, and I can assure you I do not stop until she is deceased and her body drowns uncultivated and colourless. Don't speak on agendas you know little about, you've practically been besties with the entirety of the board of directors since the first day you walked into this company. You're easily likeable, Aria, I'll admit that, and if you had not of broken my nose almost a year ago to the date, I would probably view you in a positive light also. But when you complain that me, and the two women alongside me, have an agenda that is not validated, and we are just bitching for the sake of it, it comes from such a hypocritical place. What discrimination have you faced within Elite Answers Wrestling, I ask. You're the peak of the hierarchy, the crème de la crème, you have the most merchandise sales, you have a look. Please, feel free to interject and assert on me, and educate me about who in this business has had it out for you, tell me when you are kicked off of Empire, and forced to suffer on a brand you wished not to be on for six months. When you are fired under no given reason whatsoever, literally under a false premise, and forced to wait in the cold, starved and frozen, for seventy days. You're the current poster girl of this promotion, of female wrestling as a whole, your face is happily situated on every advertisement and billboard, and honestly I am happy for you, but you have zero right in turning around to me, and saying that I don't have valid reasons for my actions, that Haruna, who has literally been a victim of racism and xenophobia since the moment Tarah asserted the reigns of Empire, complaining is purely out of fantasist claims. I'm not going to profess that we're unbeatable, I prefer to be realistic, I acknowledge that Azumi is not the best wrestler in the world, that Stephanie handled me in the Empress Of Elite tournament, and yet, everybody left the doors of Bloodletter not speaking about you or her, they left delighted, with smiles plastered across their expression, enthusiastically speaking of Haruna, of Azumi, about myself. But for the current Women's World Champion, who has had nothing but praise and constant championship shots before her victory at Pain For Pride, to state that I have no basis to hold a vendetta against Tarah, it can only harbour from a place of hypocrisy and delusion, for how would you know, you have not suffered like I have, I made a deal with a demoness to revitalise my role within this industry, I had to dissipate my morals, and beliefs, to hold her within my soul, with every thought. The Axis are not formed on a united front, and you're right when you say I don't need them, that they do not understand my true ambitions, but the the truth is, as I watched them deliver knees, elbows and kicks to the body of Tarah Nova, these thoughts did not cross my mind, what did was incineration, for a brief moment they dealt to her what I had been scratching the surface of for ever so long. Retribution, vengeance, lust. We are united under the influence that we have all been severely underappreciated and mishandled, and that alone is enough cause for these women to help the Last Vixen in bringing an utter holocaust to this world, and plague it of all who stand in our way. ''

'' Oh Aria, I was done complaining the moment our lovely board of directors stripped Tarah Nova of her authority, the second they allowed me to stand across from her, uninterrupted, and unleash unparalleled hell against her, to coruscate this emotion, this retaliation that had smouldered within me since the moment of my ascension. I think you're severely overestimating how much I whine, for I really do not, I only speak the truth, and then validate the truth. Let me run through the adorable little list you've compiled for me and shut all all your fallacious, deceitful claims. At House Of Glass last year? Oh, the event where the Heart Break Gal cost me the Specialists Championship, ah yes, it's not as if my revenge was ignited upon her the same night, winning the Vixens World Championship, might I add I was the final, valedictory woman to establish that title, and eradicating her from Empire. Road to Redemption, where Cailin beat me, well I suppose you are correct there. When three hall of famers insinuate together, and then force a woman to drop her morals and realise her potential, forming a literal gang purely influenced by their envy and hatred of you, and then your reward for fighting your absolute hardest, in potentially the best female match this promotion has ever laid witness to being, oh, right, shipped off to Voltage, then not to sound rude Aria, but I feel as if I had valid grounds to complain, after all, most women who establish an entire brand, and bring beautiful conditions to their gender they are usually rewarded, not extradited and mocked. Sure, I'm arrogance, pretentious, narcissistic, however I am also incredibly blunt about those traits, I would rather be confident and skillful, than associate myself with malevolent, poisonous and immoral women such as Stephanie, Brody, Cailin, Madison. Feel free to add as many names as you wish to the list. Truthfully, I have had rationalised foundations for my complaints, and obviously at least someone agrees with me, for I would not have been brought back if this were not the case. But again, you wouldn't know what that is like, as you're just the perfect, picturesque postergirl. Speaking from veracity, I am talented, I am the best female wrestler of my generation, a once in a lifetime athletic, what differentiates myself from you is that you don't have the guts to face the realities of this world, you sit down and stay silent, if our personalities were equal, I can guarantee that your hands would not be placed on that Women's World Championship at this moment. Yet that is fine. For the world will slowly see the light, as the flames rise from the floorboards, eradicating those who conspired against me, who laughed at my disposal, who helped execute the lifestyle I personified. What a shame your name falls on my mind with a negative tone, for you are exceptionally talented. However, you are not the best, and you won't be the last, as more become massacred, incinerated, outcast, the names that wish to thrive on this brand shall gradually diminish, the revolution that I delivered the first spark to, shall burn in conflagration, and perhaps you shall be the final name to face me, attempting to restore vibrancy and passion to our earth, but you will fall to your knees, and the pleading for mercy shall touch on deaf ears, the moment my boot finds your skull, perhaps a recollection of your talent shall bring hesitation, yet ruthless vengeance shall always prevail. Cries for compassion shall fill the void, yet the flickering of Gehenna shall overrule. I shall be the final soldier to fall, the Last Vixen to burn, and I will do so embracing the justification that shall find my soul, and the vengeance that will fall alongside me. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 2:01 pm by **Azumi Goto**

EAW Awards Show #2

Where oh where is the false Queen of Empire… I thought that she was going to be my opponent this week, defending her kingdom from us three but all I see is Aria Jaxon.

(Suddenly the mic picks up someone’s voice whispering into Azumi’s ear)

Well shit, it turns out Aria is the false Queen. I thought I would have some sort of enjoyment when talking about my opponents. Well… fuck.

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(Azumi is sitting on a bench as the camera focuses on her face as sports a casual grin. Her eyes like blocked away from sunglasses until she takes them off to look directly into the camera before beginning to speak.)

And so Aria replies, I roll my eyes because it’s the same crap that we always hear from her, then I reply, and the cycle repeats itself with Aria’s reply but this time it will be glossed over with a new coat of unoriginal Aria Jaxon monologue of how she’s better than me and whatever else she wants to talk about. AND IT WILL CONTINUE UNTIL WE GET TO SHOWDOWN. Have I said anything wrong about Aria Jaxon? Nope, I’ve said what in my opinion is the truth about her. Note this is personal opinion before I start getting judged by Aria herself. She is a horrible friend; you brought out your best friend’s girlfriend so you can get an advantage. Don’t lie, Jaxon because we know that’s the truth. Everyone including myself likes to always have an edge when it comes down to matches, look at your buddy, Consuela. She’s got her maid brigade or whatever it’s called. Your former best friend probably has her Zaibatsu now or whatever it’s called and Tarah Nova probably has the Empire Roster.

You can’t really consider yourself the shining light in this horrible darkness called Empire when you side with Tarah Nova. Think about this, how much injustice has your other best friend, probably your last friend as done and yet you side with that. I mean dying your hair must be killing your brain and is making you brain dead since you can’t understand that your last best friend and possibly your only ally is a horrible GM… see I can make jokes as well, Aria…. Haha, aren’t I unimpressively funny like you, Jaxon.

I truly mean this but I’m pretty bored considering that you’re the only one on your team that actually opened their mouth but hey I have to kill my boredom somehow and why not do it by having playing ribs and making fun of Aria Jaxon or try to prove dead wrong she is about everything she says when it comes to her opponent.

You claim to be a fighting champion and yet, you never brought up a challenge to the locker room because you know out of anyone in that damn, hell hole we call a brand. I would be stepping up in front of you and considering the last time we had a simple little 1 v 1 I was just mere seconds from beating Cali-ass and becoming Women’s Champ. If I haven’t said it enough that proves Aria Jaxon, a greedy, selfish and lying piece of California Trash. Everybody go watch Manifest Destiny 2017 and I understand maybe she kicked way too many times in the skull but last time I checked, I didn’t struggle against you. I pretty much proving my point that I am THE BEST WRESTLER. Maybe the concussion I gave Aria by bouncing her head on that ring post made you forget that? Remember Aria Jaxon, whenever it’s been you and me for that title, I’m just fingernails away from making your precious title my own. You can deny all you want but you go and watch the matches. See Jaxon, I’m the best wrestler but I’m not a marketable wrestler like you are. In the words of so many like your Specialist Title twin, Consuela and whoever else… I just don’t have the IT factor.

(The look on Azumi changes, her cocky grin gone and replaced with a more serious look. The expression says everything, her anger is talking now.)

Deny all you want because in the end, I have everything needed to prove you wrong. I took everything you threw at me and I absorbed it. If you really and really want to call yourself the Queen Of Empire, Jaxon understand that we three are citizens of your false kingdom that are going to burn it down and rebel and fight back against everything and I fucking mean everything that you, Tarah, and Empire stands for.

Aria Jaxon, if Empire really stands for its motto as the greatest place for female wrestler then why is it that only a select few are the ones who receive title shot after title shot. Where are the so-called equal opportunities that Tarah always preaches about when it comes to Empire? Or is that a lie like how you consider yourself a fighting champion or how you’re somehow you’re better than me? Maybe in your dreams, you might be a better wrestler than me but inside that ring, I’m at where I am most comfortable. Doing what I was put on this world to do, and that’s to wrestle.

And for that, for my passion I don’t need some approval of Aria Jaxon for my craft, my sport that I worked through everything for, that scratched and clawed for my rightful spot on this roster. I always believe in what I say, I believe that I am the best, I believe in the idea that I haven’t gotten my rightful opportunities at the championships on Empire. Think about this for a second, all three of us in our unit. All three of us are people who have fought through system after system and yet even they say that they will run this brand differently, they all end up the same. Cleopatra ran this brand based on who she can make a marketable champion and the same goes for Tarah. The same system still will exist in Empire regardless of who is in charge. This is why Axis was formed; this is why I joined the likeminded people like Haruna and Sheridan because we’re going to burn this system. We’re going to take what’s making Empire the weakest of the four brands and first burn it down then rebuild it in the image of how we see fit.

We’re not acting like Messiahs and saviors for Empire, we don’t intend to save Empire because it can’t be saved, it’s already the literal definition of hell. All three of us women have been put through an authority figure that’s looking down at her roster and claims to be better even though she’s not wrestling full time anymore. She’s not meant to run Empire and neither is she good enough to lead Empire. We don’t need anyone else to join our cause because the unity of us three is stronger than any sort of alliance that our opponents will ever have.

And If this match has any story, it’s going to be how we showcased that the Axis is here to stay and how it becomes the starting chapter of how the greatest force to exist on this brand, in this company was forged because of our similar hatred to just one thing.

Empire.

Shout out as much as you want on how you’re right and I am wrong and you can do it for long as you want, but really is it going to stop Azumi Goto from calling you three out?

(Azumi grins one last time before putting on her shades and leaving the camera which is still on until it fades to back.)

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 10:03 am by **『zakkii』**

Scene opens in a tidy office in Haruna's modeling agency as we see Haruna is dropping herself on a couch and stretch her body. Her expression is happy somehow and there is no depressed look coming from her face.

Assistant: Well, here we go. We canceled every single job this December and you are free all this month.

Haruna's assistant appears somewhere and goes to where Haruna is laying down as Haruna fixes her seat but still leaning on the couch.

Haruna Sakazaki: Hey, thanks for reminding me. But I know... You know what, since we are free without modeling appointment, how about you take a week off until the end of the new year?

Assistant: eeh?

Haruna Sakazaki: What's wrong with that "eeh"? Yeah, you are free this month of December. We canceled all of our projects and you know, before you told all the companies to cancel it all, I already called them first. They understand my reason and still wish to work together with me again. This is why when you talked to them, it feels so easy, right? Hehe... I am not messing with you right now. But anyway, you deserved this week-off vacation. You can use this moment to go home to your hometown up north. Don't worry, I can handle everything while you're gone.

Her assistant doesn't say anything but there is a worried face coming from his face.

Assistant: Okay then, but are you okay? I mean, you need somebody to vent off your depression and what are you going to do if I'm gone?

Haruna Sakazaki: Don't worry, Yamamoto-san..... I am fine. I am going to try another approach to reduce every negative thought in my mind.

It is the first time Haruna calls her loyal assistant with his name. His family name, at least, and her assistant looks surprised.

Assistant: If you say so, But please don't hurt yourself again, okay? I am hired by your family to prevent you doing that.

Haruna Sakazaki: mhmm. I promise you! You are being nice and professional to assist me with everything I need while I go outside Japan. But for now, don't think about me. Think about your family, your parents might miss you. Well, enough talking. You can go home early now to prepare your vacation. Go!

Her assistant leaves his paperwork on the table as he is walking out of the office and then Haruna goes back laying down there again. She folds her hand to the back of her head and taking a long sigh.

Haruna Sakazaki: Well, it seems that I am going home as well.

Haruna then closes her eyes and take a rest for a short while.

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The scene opens in the rural area outside of Tokyo as we see a regular train passing by the bridge. With the beautiful scenery of the Mighty Fuji-san in the background, we see Haruna is looking out the window, looking at the winter scenery of her hometown that she finally comes back after a while. She listens to some soothing music that makes her feel calm and emotional.

This seems like a "buffer zone" to me. I get that one FPV victory that I needed and to be honest, that is the only thing matter to me. This victory is just enough for me to think that I can go home at ease. I need this victory, I deserve it and I got it perfectly enough. That's all the matter for me. For now, I can really clear my mind, get rid of all negative minds surrounding me and move one with a whole new white sheet to write my history on once again. This might be the reason of me to go home anyway. I want to go away from all the crowded place, completely wrap myself in a peaceful and serene tranquility. Yeah, I am that kind of "escapist" that wants and environment where there's only me and just me. No other lips talking in front of me, behind me or all around me because that makes me feel stressed. This time, there's nobody around me. It's all just me.... just me.

I know, the current event occurred last week leads up into a new chapter of this journey. Just when I was thinking "Stop, no more!", there's another one. Well, it can't be helped. I have to do this... I have no exact reason but this thing is already happened. Even though, I have a breath of relieve because I already have the thing I need to move forward. It's not much, but it's necessarily enough. Anyway, why, in case you're wondering? Why do I have to do this? Why did I decided to add another drama in my life by joining forces with any other people? All you wanted is to fight like a normal fighter, come, win, going home and as simple as that. You already found your own happiness and once again you thrown yourself into pit of despair. Apparently, I have one more thing to do.... Azumi. We've been always together ever since the tip of our Red Strings are finally met. We look like a duo that can't be separated. No matter how hard we try, it seems that we are now destined to complete one another. We followed each other anywhere we go. Azumi looked at me with a flat expression once we got that victory. I am not sure the way I wanted is what she wanted as well. But once when we got told that we are going to do something, I see her smile back once again somehow.

So here we go again, I made another trouble once again as I am now becoming a part of this group called "The Axis". I have to be ready with all the possibilities that is going to happen in the future. This weekend, I am going "back on top" to fight those people that.... I feel like I am pretty much done with them. I wanted no more drama from all of those people but I am back again. I feel like I am defying the authority again from all those injustice that they done to me. It seems that I will never be a peaceful human being if all the problem I've been in to and I try to escape from really done for good. Is that a true reason why I am doing this again? When I say "no more", something inside of my head keeps telling me "no, there is more!".I will never walk in peace if all these business that I left already been taken care of and maybe this is why I should of have cleaning the entire remnants until it's really clean for me to step on my way through. I am not alone, I am with two people who shared the same objective. Once again, one last time, I will fight for all this. And if we united, I think this will go much easier to do. We have same vision, and fight under one equal objective. I have a reason on my own but this uni-vision will cover it all and if this go for a success, my own reason to fight will be finished too. It's like killing two birds in one stone, right?

But for now, I wan't to spend my time with an absolute tranquility. Let me go home. I want to go home where it is just me.

Just.

Haruna.

Just Haruna.

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Scene then finally moves in the snowy hill on top of Haruna's family inn. There is a small shrine which is one of the guest/tourist spot for meditation as well as the place to do a prayer. Haruna is there kneeling as she sounds the gong and light the incense as she begins praying.

Haruna Sakazaki: Kamisama, thank You for all the joy, prosperity and serenity that You give to me, my family and everyone around me. Thank You for guiding me with Your light that I necessarily need to go through this dark path everyone called it "Road to Greatness". Without your light, I will be nobody, I will be misguided and helpless as I don't know where to go. It's really a bless that You humbly give me so I can have all the confidence and believe that someday I can get through all of this. Your light will never fade away, I always think it is because I forgot about this. I still have You.... I forgot You are the one who is guiding me through this. Forgive my stupidity and ignorance and I promise I would believe that Your guiding light is always shining inside of my heart, making my entire body move forward and walking.

Kamisama, this time, I am going to choose the path that I think is the best for me.... for all of us. I believe, through Your guidance, all the problems that I had in the past will be gone once and for all and once that moment is completely wiped out, then I can finally reach the true peace inside of my life. I am going to keep fighting, no matter where should I fight, whom should I fight and for what purpose of that fight is. I know, I am doing a right thing. It is for me, and for everybody out there who still have a faith that I am still be able to move forward. I promised to not disappoint them just like you who don't stop giving me power to face all of the things in front of me. This is the path I chose, I am going to finish that I started and once this is over, there will be no more. For that, Kamisama, please bless me Your strength and guide me with Your shining light until the time I reach the end of the tunnel and get what I dreamed of. Thank You for everything!

Haruna ends her prayer by sounding the gong one last time before getting up. She then picks one block that the tourist usually picked for their lucky charm. She grabs an ink and writes 『ハルナの最高の希望！』in there as she puts thet block inside a pocket made of red shiny cloth. She takes it with her as a lucky charm and leave the area with a smile on her face.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 7:13 am by **Ahren Fournier**

To say that titles are meaningless is a pretty asinine thing to say. It's a pretty dumb statement, because it really brings up the question, why would you compete in this match if you don't care? To take it from someone else? Fair. You can play the spoiler to someone else's hopes and dreams. But I don't know if that's enough motivation to get the job done. Is it? Does your passion for being the guy that takes dreams away more than my passion of winning these titles? It's not like you care about them like you said. Doesn't seem like you care about much. You don't care about fans, you don't care about accomplishments, you don't care about rules, it sounds like you're trying to be an edgy goth kid or something. Why don't you just try to embrace life and just learn to love it. There's a sun shinning outside, and it's beautiful. What do you love Tomi? Does the only thing that really gets you going the fact you can take dreams, and hurt people? Well I can tell you one thing, it's a good thing you made it to EAW, because that kind of thing wouldn't cut it in the real world. As a matter of fact, once the well is dried up, what are you going to do with your life? I sound like your parents now, don't I? Or are you like every other dark guy in EAW and your parents are dead? Yeah, your thing is kind of played out by now, a lot of people have done what you're doing, it's not really cutting edge. You have to think about what you're good at, and what you actually care about, because your career might be ending sooner than you think. I think you know that too, and that's why you came back to EAW so quickly. That's why you had to sneak back into EAW once you quit, you realized you have no skills outside of using objects to hurt people. In this business, not even that is looked at with respect because you can't even do wrestling right. But, I know, classic Tomi will say, I don't care, doesn't matter to me. Because nothing matters to you Tomi, and that's why you will fail this weekend. But as to why accomplishments, and accolades matter in this business? Well, I'll try to keep it simple so you can follow along. How do we maintain a living in this business? Through success, without success you don't have a job. Through success you move up the ladder, and with that you gain more money, and more exposure. More exposures means endorsement deals, merchandising, talk shows, more money. Moving you to the world title. With the world title you gain even more exposure, and even more money, eventually getting you to the hall of fame. Have you ever heard of a hall of famer who has never won a world title before? I haven't.

Now I know what you're thinking, money, and fame don't matter to you. Well it might mean a hell of a lot more than you think it does. Without money you don't get that house you live in, you don't get that car you drive. Let's make it even more basic, you don't get to eat food, you don't make a living, you die. And everyone wants the most of what life can get. Like Stark said he tried being a buddhist but that lifestyle doesn't work. Without a clear set goal in mind you become stagnant, bored, and ultimately uninterested in what you're doing. Thus leading you to lose your spot in the company, getting fired, or even leaving on your own accord. Something that you two have already done. So tell me, do you like not living in a box? Do you enjoy being a functional member of society? Then yeah, money matters. And if you're still not convinced you're an absolute moron. But then again we already learned that about you Tomi through last week. You concocted this whole scenario where eaw didn't know they signed you, even though that's practically impossible. Not only that you're now stating that what you did as Target Smiles does now count as what you're doing for Tomi. Total contradiction from last week, but I'd expect nothing less from a dumbass like you. So you're proud that you got to the match but you're proud that you lost in the match? You can see my dilemma in seeing how anyone could actually think of you as a serious human being with a functional brain, because I don't see it. I mean you throw away an opportunity of a life time, being an inaugural champion at the biggest show of the year... because you don't want to win for someone else? What kind of pre pubescent bitchy thinking is that? You'd still be winning for you, if that wasn't enough motivation then I've lost all hope for you. Pain For Pride, inaugural champion, first one to ever do it, up against sime of the best EAW had to offer, and Solomon Caine. But you don't want to win because Sebastian Monroe wants you to. There's a ton of different ways to shove it up someone ass rather than effecting your own career, because after that match your career took a downward spiral. Honestly you fucked your self over so bad that you weren't ever able to recover from it. You never won a meaniful match afterward. I know you always say that it was just to stick it to the audience, but that's just you using the easy way out. What a great excuse. You put your body on the line day after day just to show everyone that there is no heroes, even though you're proved wrong each and every single day.

By the way I do know what the Showdown 6 was, I just have no clue what it has to do with this match. Tomi you want to keep sucking Starks penis in public like this go ahead, won't do you any good when you go up against him. You know the saying don't meet your idols because they'll let you down? He'll let you down. Just like he has for so many other people. Everyone in the Showdown 6 has gone on to accomplish something, Stark on the other hand has wound up doing nothing, and yet you praise him, why is this? Is it because he reminds you of you? I mean you've never been given the praise that he has, but in your mind you might've. He gives you hope for your future? I don't know how seeing he really hasn't done anything, except a lackluster National Elite Title reign that he squandered, and a New Breed Championship reign from a long time ago. Face it, Stark shouldn't even been listed in the group of talent listed, it should've been the Showdown 5. Because while they continuously continue to grow, stark continues to disappoint. So go ahead and stand in awe of the person that you idolize so much, because he may just be your future. But rest assured Tomi, that's not a good thing, that's a bad thing.

Yeah you've taken too many shots to the head, not sure what a wearing a mask would do to help or hurt that, it's still steel going into your head. It's not a protective layer, it's a piece of thin rubber or whatever your mask was made of.Just because it's such a challenge for Tomi Venus to win fairly doesn't mean it's actually a challenge. Tomi that comment right there sums you up in a nut shell. You're not good enough to get it done on the highest level. You've had all these opportunities but you've never been able to capitalize because you can't win on the up and up. You're not a good enough wrestler to out wrestle someone so you have to resort to cheating, and that's just sad. The fact that you flaunt that like it's a good thing is pathetic. How about you learn how to fucking wrestle and you won't need to cheat. But hey you did beat me, straight up I will give it to you. It was a hell of a match, back and forth, i definitely wouldn't say you kicked my ass, but you came out victorious. But now I feel like I have the advantage. Now you feel like that you can beat me just like that, and I don't stand a chance; your motivation most likely has dwindled down.

You probably don't think I stand a chance, while I have all the motivation in the world. I know that I can beat you, I know that match was very close, and I know with one more chance I can beat you. But unlike you I don't need to cheat to do it. I can take my legit talent and my intelligence, my attention to detail and use it against you. Like you said, that was last week when it didn't matter, and this is this week when a title opportunity is on the line; and I'm excited about it. I'm excited to get back into the ring with you Tomi, I can't wait to beat you when it matters most. You remember the last time you and I faced off in a multi man match? I won. These are my best matches, when the lights shine bright and chaos ensues, Ahren keeps a level head. I think management knows that, and that's why I'm here: they don't care about the one off match that didn't mean anything, they care about the meat and potatoes. They care about the important matches where people have to tune in, and that's why I'm here. I'm a big draw Tomi, even in defeat I outdraw you. Isn't that crazy? They wanted me that bad, they wanted to give this to me. I appreciate it, I really do, because in my opinion I deserve it more than anyone in this entire company. While Tomi makes excuses about why he didn't get the job done as Target Smiles: I accept my failures, and just move forward. I take it as motivation, and I move on to what is bigger and better. And boy do I have something bigger and better. See while Empire is just announcing who there competitor is, we actually have to work for it. At least we can all hang our hat on that eh boys?

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 1:25 am by **Aria Jaxon**

CHEMISTRY -- LAS VEGAS, NEVADA.

“Was it all worth it?”

Since Bloodletter, a few different people have asked me that. And honestly, when I’m by myself for more than two seconds, I ask myself the same thing. Cold as it may sound, I called this. I said myself that what I did wouldn’t be nice, but it turned out to be necessary. Of all the ways I could try and sum up why I went as hard as I did at Bloodletter, that phrase probably encompasses it the best. I did what I had to do in order to remain Women’s World Champion. I dug down deep and tapped down into parts of myself I hadn’t been in contact with in a long, long time to summon the drive and determination necessary to overcome all that Stephanie was bringing to the table. I play the match back, and I can’t believe some of the shit we did to each other. I brought Monica out there, and I can truthfully say it’s the only thing about all of it that I regret. Stephanie was all too willing to suplex right into the nearest ICU, all while antagonizing the shit outta my fiance. These are the kinds of things that, once upon a time, we’d have said we’d never do to each other. But so many times during that match, when the time would slow down for a split second, I’d get a chance to really stop and look in Stephanie’s eyes, and I saw something I hadn’t seen in months. That darkness swirling around in there. The look that was so often plastered on her face when she was running around doing The Coven’s heavy lifting. The look of a woman who’d embraced the darkest, most chaotic parts of herself and was solely focused on bulldozing right through me. There wasn’t even enough time for it to send a chill down my spine. That was when I resolved to kick it into a different gear and finish what I started. I asked for that match as a means of making a statement, that I wasn’t scared to face the worthy -- and that I was more than good enough to beat them.

Now, members of the peanut gallery as brain dead as Azumi will say snicker and say, “See? Aria’s no good, she chose the title over her surrogate sister!” But the truth of the matter is that concession isn’t friendship. What you’re stupid ass is saying I should’ve done, that wouldn’t have been selflessness. Giving up and half-assing that match to give Stephanie a leg-up would’ve spit on everything I’m capable of as a wrestler, everything she’s capable of as a wrestler, and everything that I want my championship to represent. We both vowed that we weren’t giving it anything less than 150%, and that was what each of us did. I kept my promises on all fronts, but sometimes you can keep your word and still have it bite you in the ass. I don’t know if Stephanie is mad at me or mad at herself. Maybe it’s neither and I don’t really understand at all. I’ve tried. I’ve agonized over it and I’ve prayed that she would understand that I only did what any hungry competitor -- any fighting champion -- would do. I know it frustrates the shit outta her that she lost four title matches in the span of a year, and the toll it’s taken on her has haunted me since I appraised that empty look in her eyes after our match. She looked hollow inside. And part of me has to deal with the fact that I’m the one who did that to her. Just by winning. Just by doing what I was supposed to do. If she hasn’t forgiven me by the time we gotta compete in this match together, then that’s the burden I have to shoulder. She can take all the time she needs to process this and sort through her emotions, because God knows I got some feelings of my own to rifle through. I just need her to be the fighter I’ve always known she is. The War Queen better be standing shoulder-to-shoulder with me when the time calls for it.

And speaking of standing shoulder-to-shoulder, it’s clear that the powers that be are waving a lit match next to a powder keg. This match is as messy as any “bound to incinerate” tag team match that Cleopatra could’ve thrown together back when she was playing mad scientist. The writing on the packaging certainly paints an interesting story. The latest in Empire’s long line of Girl Scout troops versus its deposed former General Manager, its champion, and the woman who many cynics would say had her flame snuffed out by the aforementioned champion. The two women I’m walking into this match with, I’d trust them with my life, but I do wonder about the headspace that recent events have left them in. I’ve already talked about where I fear Stephanie’s mind has wandered off to. And for Tarah, losing control of Empire and losing to Sheridan came in quick succession. Still, I know what they’re capable of bouncing back from. I know they can stay resolute no matter what, and I believe that we can win this match. I know what it looks like on paper; the three of us have threads pulling us in all different direction, and from all that’s been said so far, the other side seems to be completely and utterly on the same page. A sense of cohesion might be the most coveted asset to have in your back pocket during a tag team match, but it’s not everything, and The Axis can’t lean on that entirely. They can’t just lean on their petty ass whiny fucking agenda either. I’ve seen unified fronts fail. I’ve seen teams that thought their chemistry was on lock still not be able to go the distance, but by all means, explain to me why y’all are meant to be the exception. Any two random bitches can run down a ramp and stand on the right side of a three-on-one beatdown. That doesn’t take skill. You only need to be just bright enough to realize there was a numbers game to be exploited. This time around, the numbers aren’t in your favor. There won’t be any surprises or any of the bullshit that y’all used in your favor during the coming out party that nobody asked for.

“I’m dominant!” professes the woman that had her block knocked off by Stephanie, and couldn’t handle business on her own during this last outing that she’s now so proud of.

“I’m undervalued!” cries the woman who ain’t been shit since 2015 and probably clinging to this alliance with all she has, because who knows when people will ever be talking about her this much again.

“I’m the best wrestler on this brand!” says the WOMAN WHOSE ASS I BEAT EVERY SINGLE TIME WE FACE, WHO PROVED IN BACK TO BACK ILL-FATED TITLE MATCHES THAT SHE COULDN’T LACE MY FUCKING BOOTS, BUT HAS THE AUDACITY TO TALK LIKE SHE’S GOT SHIT ON ME.

Yeah, this is a unified front if I’ve ever seen one! The heat searing these chain links closed, the thing you feel that unites all of you, is your disdain of the powers that be. The man’s holding you down, right? Few things get on my nerves more than people who can’t take responsibility for their own shit. In the newlyweds, you got two bitches who scrape by doing the bare minimum and then complain when they’re not held in the same regard as women who are actually talented. Constant lost matches, squandered opportunities, crying, whining, complaining, contemplating suicide over minuscule shit in vignettes, and somehow THEY’RE the ones who are fed up? Nah, pray for all of us who’ve had to listen to you two underachievers for far too long. Sheridan, you’ll soon find out that sneaky beatdowns are all these two are good for. They did the same shit to me and felt like they were on top of the world before I crushed their championship dreams under my heel like it was nothing. As for you, it’d seem like you have the least to complain about, but here you are. Every time you got caught up, it was your own ego and haughtiness that cost you. House of Glass last year, Road to Redemption last year, Pain for Pride this year, Empress of Elite this year...and those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Regardless of how I feel about you, I can’t deny your talent or pretend like you haven’t experienced your high points. You won the Vixens Cup, you were the final Vixens Champion -- which you somehow never let anyone forget -- and I believe you got a couple awards to your name. You earned every single accolade, but by the same token, every time you tripped up? That was on you, too. Be honest, honey, being a team player has never really been your forte, and we’re all supposed to believe that’s changed now? You’re chasing this beef with Tarah to the ends of the earth, and I refuse to believe that you feel you NEED your backup dancers to do it. Or...maybe you do. Perhaps that really is how you feel. Otherwise, you’d have handled Tarah one-on-one. Oh, it’s a dangerous brand of codependency you could be setting yourself up for here, with your new friends. But it won’t get you what you want in the end, and it certainly won’t win you this match.

Sheridan’s words were pretty Tarah-centric, which I guess was to be expected. Haruna hasn’t said shit. So now, lemme turn my undivided attention to this bitch that claims to be bored by me but couldn’t keep my name outta her mouth if I paid her bum ass to.

Azumi “Aversion To Doing Anything of Value” Goto, have a fucking seat.

“I had to give up my Control in the Vault to get a title shot against Aria!” Yes, you dumbass, dense ass, underachieving piece of shit. That’s exactly how it worked. That was the nature of the prize, and there’s no way you didn’t know that when you won it. And what EXACTLY are you complaining about? You didn’t shut up about the fucking briefcase the whole time you had it, and even now that you’ve long since fucked up that gift-wrapped chance at glory, you’re STILL caught up in all of it. That briefcase is the reason you and I had that title match in the first place. Be honest with me, do you think you’d have gotten there any other way? You think you’d have actually potentially worked through an entire field of challengers to earn that spot? Yes, it was smart of you to pick that spot. You saw an opportunity with Cailin outta the picture, and you took it. Nevermind that you were driven entirely by embarrassment after having failed to go all the way in Empress of Elite -- to no one’s surprise. You were so desperate to save face that you shoved all your chips in my direction and wound up with absolutely nothing to show for it. You put your all into that match and it stings that you couldn’t get the job done against this supposed pawn of the corporate stooges. Kicking out of my finisher once is the highlight of your career, never forget that. You stand here now, after all of that, firmly believing that you’ve been shortchanged. And worse yet, that it’s everyone else’s fault but your own. How many times can you hit a glass ceiling before you realize you’re aiming for shit way above your paygrade? The Specialists Championship. The Tag Team Championships. Empress of Elite. The Empire Cup. My fucking championship. This victory. You’re always wanting what you can’t have, and that will remain a constant in your story. All the shit that you think acting out with your new stablemates will get you? It’s not coming. I’m not saying this as someone who you say thinks she’s infallible and can’t ever be brought down. I’ve just lived through enough instances of you fucking up to know what I’m dealing with. You can say whatever you want about my situation with Stephanie. I’ve agonized and cried over it, and I can’t waste too much time tryna hammer home certain points for your hard headed ass. You think what I did was cruel? I didn’t do what I did out of malice. I had a choice to make, and I chose my legacy and my title reign. I wouldn’t expect you to know shit about wanting to preserve either of those. People didn’t see a different side of me. I’ve ALWAYS been a fighter. I’ve ALWAYS given it my all when I step into the ring, and I actually get results when the heat is turned up. Unlike you. You won’t be seeing anything brand new from me, either. Just as I know I’m not dealing with a new and improved version of you. You’re still the same woman who winds up spinning your wheels against me. I’m still the same proud champion who turns you back every time you think we’re on a level playing field. It’s just that neither of us is alone this time around. But hey, go ahead and lean right back into that safety net that you think has now been provided to you by your allies. Just like The Axis that preceded this one, you’re bound to fall.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 13th 2017, 12:54 am by **Tomi Venus**

Last Verse Was Before The Award Show

EAW Award Show 2017: One

Yeah, that was me who lost to Ryan Marx at Pain For Pride! I could have left that building with the Openweight Championship around my waist, a stadium of sheep giving my performance a standing ovation, and a happy Sebastian Monroe. But where is the fun in that? Where is the fun in winning a championship for someone else? Why would I give anyone the satisfaction of saying that the reason Tomi Venus was finally able to win a prestigious championship to take him up to the upper echelon and battle among the greats was because Tomi Venus turned over a new leaf. Tomi Venus started competing for the fans and that’s what made him successful. Why would I let any of these parasites think they have anything to do with my success? Not only that but all of those statements would undermine the work that I put in to make sure that nobody can stop me in my hostile takeover of EAW! I didn’t suddenly improve because I found any type of gratification from putting smiles on faces or putting asses in seats! Hell, I’m only putting asses in seats right now so I can point to the numbers when EAW management starts looking at my contract funny! I don’t give a damn about any of these people, and all those months I said I did I was lying the same way I lied about my identity!

For clarification I’m elaborating to make sure our little buddy, Ahren, can follow along because last week he seemed to be having trouble keeping up with the words that were coming out of my mouth. And I’m sure it’s not any easier for him after taking the Motor City Plunge down to a clear view of the overhead lights when I pinned his pathetic ass in the middle of the ring! But we’re all heading into a match where that doesn’t matter.

However I’ll get into the specifics of the match in a bit because before I do that I’d like to expose some of the backwards logic Ahren Fournier has decided to use. You say I don’t deserve to be in this match because I apparently said that what I did as Target Smiles doesn’t count. Not saying I didn’t say that but I don’t recall saying it quite like that. Maybe you’re right when you say that I’ve taken to many shots to the head and it’s affected my brain but let me remind you that I took a good number of those shots with a mask over my face. You say that Tomi Venus hasn’t put the work in because I address the undeniable differences between myself and the man I portrayed but that is the most ass backwards statement I’ve ever heard! Let me remind you that I earned that spot at Pain For Pride, every match Target Smiles won I still had to do the work to bring that victory home and I did it with the handicap of playing fair, not allowing myself to intentionally injure anyone, and wearing a mask to play the part of some real life superhero! That’s pretty simple logic Ahren, I shouldn’t have to explain that to you. But what I don’t have to do is rest on the fact that I beat you like you said. I’m not going to deny it happened because it happened, and I’m not going to deny that I could easily beat you again because I could. But what does beating you in the past get me today? What does it get me period? That’s in the past and it was under no stipulation. All I gained from that match another point under the “W” column which honestly gets me nothing since apparently it seems like I could have lost that match and still gotten the same opportunity I’m getting this week based on the fact that you’re here. Ahren, I was hoping that after I took care of you last week I would be done dealing with you. But you are still here and I’m tired of dealing with you so I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t come back… Interpret that how you wish, assuming you have the creativity to.

Beyond Ahren things have been rather quiet this week. We will be competing in an unorthodox venue of pomp and circumstance called the EAW Award Show. In all honesty this show is just another stroke on the giant cock of compensation that is this company feigning relevancy. Unless of course I win the awards I’m nominated for which in that case it’s clearly the most objective and prestigious ceremony that this company holds all year! But that’s in the back of my mind right now because I will be competing in a match with not one… not two… but five other men in a battle royal. Now I’ll be honest I haven’t been the most successful with battle royals in the past but my odds this time around are looking good. I’m up against a lot of guys who don’t have much on their resumes and don’t pose much of a threat to me personally. A lot of guys who I can envision at this moment being more motivated to escape me than stay in the ring and win a chance at the Openweight Championship.

Ahren Fournier? Not a concern.

Jacob Moore? Not a concern.

Shackleford? Dampshaw? None of these names make me feel any type of worry about whether or not I will win this battle royal.

Fournier, Moore, Shackleford, Dampshaw… that’s four.
There is one man who has earned the privilege of me omitting his name from my dismissive statements and that man is Stark.

Stark was a part of the Showdown Six. I’m aware of what that means, unlike Fournier I actually know a thing or two about my opponents before I face them rather than boast my own ignorance. You were a chosen boy of this company weren’t you Stark? You were a guy who they wanted to succeed. I was never that guy. Even as Target Smiles I wasn’t that guy. Stark I respect you as a performer. I respect how you have turned your back on the backstage politics that got you to the level you're at now, but there were still backstage politics involved. Sure you had the talent and ability to succeed when opportunities were presented to you but you still had those opportunities. Back in my first run I had to scratch and claw my way through the New Breed division for nothing. I was kicked around by guys like Jacob Senn and GI Styles who were the chosen boys back then when I was nothing! We didn’t have a Showdown Six or a Dynasty Six where we were being groomed for success, it was sink or swim and I was left to sink! I won the Elite Championship with all odds against me and however many years later you won that championship’s successor. You took it from a guy who’s a hell of a lot better than I was back then, and you did it on the grandest stage of them all.

Stark, me and you are here in the same match at the same time for a reason. We have had similar journeys to get here. We took different roads and saw different obstacles, but the two of us have been walking down paths that lead to the same destination. Eventually on Showdown you were no longer protected by the guys in the back because you stuck out like a sore thumb when I never had that support to begin with because I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had to work my ass off to get the Elite Championship because I was never supposed to win it. You were chosen from early on to be worthy of such honors but you had to beat one of the best guys in this company to do it. You may have achieved more than me and you may have even earned all of those things but I had to overcome so much just to reach ground zero. I had to bend and break the system to get where I’m standing now!

You and I both know that these championships and accolades mean nothing. They’re nothing more than trinkets. Symbols of status that don’t truly reflect the merits of the ones who hold them relative to the ones who don’t. Ryan Marx beat Target Smiles for the title we’re all working towards and today he’s squandered his opportunity while Target Smiles has transformed into the most dangerous man in EAW. Stark, you know more than anyone else in this match what I’m talking about. Me and you aren’t great because of titles or accomplishments. We don’t need the approval of anyone but us because we’re the best guys in this match. But once Shackleford, Moore, Dampshaw and Fournier are out of that ring and it comes down to you and me the elephant in the room will come forward and ask to be addressed.

Stark, that’s when I’m going to do everything in my power to beat you to a bloody pulp. Then, once you’re too battered, tired, and weak to stop me, you’re going over the top rope and everyone will be forced to accept the fact that Tomi Venus is better than Stark.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 9:08 pm by **Azumi Goto**

EAW Awards Show #1

“And so it begins”

A friendship was broken thanks to two people similar but yet different goals and an Alliance was forged because three women have one common goal. That’s probably going to be what Bloodletter will be remembered for the most in my eyes. The fall of Aria and Stephanie’s friendship and the rise of three of the most talented, hardworking and the best wrestlers to set foot on Empire.

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Oh boy! Questions, questions and so many more questions will be answered on Empire about everything. About why Haruna and I decided to join Sheridan, why attack Tarah Nova and so much more. But know this, everything happening right now is because of one thing. Empire faces the wrath of three women, all hated-filled, ruthless, and cold and anything else that goes along those lines. Just one simple person caused this unity of three queens.

Tarah Nova.

I mean think about it, a woman whose run as an authority figure brought down Empire as a whole. Who looks down on her roster… unless your name is Aria Jaxon but we’ll get to that. Haruna, Sheridan and I are fighting against the system here, the same system that Tarah Nova created for “her show”. The system where only those that show loyalty towards the so-called leader get you your spot at titles we coexist to change that, we coexist for many things but mostly burn Tarah Nova’s image of Empire down and recreate it in the way that it should be. No more focus on the so-called top stars, We have deserved the title opportunities but Nova’s management didn’t give them that, but now we change that. We’re going to change Empire in our image, a better image. No more Golden girls, no more sidekicks, no more of any of that nonsense. We’re vengeful people, that’s simple to understand but I expect everything in my opponent’s response to being about some sort of argument that we haven't worked hard for our shots or that we haven’t done anything to deserve it.

But look at us three, and you get a resume, unlike any others. Sheridan Muller, the last Vixens World Champion, the first and only Vixens Cup winner, the rookie of the year for 2016. Haruna Sakazaki, the first and original Specialist Champion, one of the longest-tenured women in EAW, someone who doesn’t get mentioned for being a backbone of the Vixens Revival. And finally you have me, Azumi Goto, Ace of the World, the first and only Control In The Vault holder, The Unbreakable, the Greatest Wrestler to come out of Japan in ages and simply The Last Great Joshi of Professional Wrestling.

But yet, Empire’s management has kept us away from we have deserved, shots at the champs. After clawing through Empire, I had to give up MY Control In The Vault to get my first ever one-on-one title match for Women’s Title. And months afterward, at Empire’s first ever FPV, after months of proving that I deserve another one-on-one shot at a championship. What do I get? A normal tag team match, against Revy and Empire’s greatest Sidekick.

Who knows, maybe that’s not good enough for the “High & Mighty” Tarah Nova, the “Golden Girl” Aria Jaxon and the broken War Queen Stephanie Matsuda. A team but yet not united like us. Three selfish, greedy women who are supposed to share the spotlight but honestly won’t because for them, there is no kind of unity.

Didn’t I say this was going to happen to you, Steph? That in the end, Aria will put her title over your friendship. If I remember correctly, I did say that… see what happens when you believe in concepts like friendship. That word itself has no literal meaning in this business. Everyone you think as a friend is just waiting to step on your toes, just like Aria has.

Speaking of you, Aria. It’s been a long time since I talked about you… and I’m already bored talking about you. No… I really mean it, people, I’m actually bored of Empire’s Golden Girl, Miss. Fight4What’sRight… and whatever else I think of. For the past whatever amount of time, I can’t really help but roll my eyes at the crap you say. From the bottom of my cold heart, I mean that. You’ve become a shining vanguard for Nova’s Empire. The beacon that symbolizes how to be a champion but yet… that same beacon is just one giant lie. You put your friendship on the chopping block for your title defense. Think of about Aria, now that people have seen THAT side of you, someone who killed her own best friend’s dream of becoming Women’s Champ. Who would ever want to trust you? Who would ever want to see you as self-proclaimed Face of Empire?

Mind you, I said “self-proclaimed”. Just like how your partner is a self-proclaimed War Queen. Look at how things turned out for us, Steph. Now we both own JET together, after so long of both of us wanting to become her true heir, we both now co-own what in your word was our “birthright”. But yet the path towards that was a weird one, sometimes I had respect for you and other times I would roll my eyes at everything you say. But see, for you it may have been a birthright but for me, it was always something I had to fight for. I wasn’t Manami’s pet project like you, I was just another simple Joshi wanting to learn under the tutelage of the woman I idolized. And maybe that’s why I’m the one running the training of JET now, it’s because I know how much you have to go through during the training and etc., I was brought in that exact regiment and became the greatest Joshi of all time, not you, not Manami or anyone in this world will stop that idea, that concept from becoming the actual truth.

So after all this I stand my ground, I didn’t commit a sin of any kind, I just created an Alliance with two women who have gone through just as much as I have. If you believe this just us three being cowards then ask yourself, why were you three in units last year? Here stands a pack of Lionesses, we aren’t united because of Friendship. Sheridan, Haruna and I, we are united for a common goal, not by some broken friendship like our opponents and that’s what matters in this alliance.

If you want to proclaim that as the “righteous” heroes of Empire, you are right and we are wrong then please do so but note that your self-righteous natures won’t help you overcome our unity.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 5:45 pm by **Ahren Fournier**

Who are you trying to prove this to Stark? Us, or yourself? This is it? This is the revival of Stark? This is where you stop fucking around, and actually appreciate what you've been given. Well I smell bullshit, because you've shown who you are again, and again. You say that this is different, but what's different exactly? What's changed exactly? How are you a different person? I don't see it, I mean didn't you just have a title match for absolutely no reason just last week? I'm sure you said the same exact things then too. How did you even end up on Dynasty, I've missed that part. Were you fired for being an absolutely huge disappointing garbage person? Were you traded for a bag of potato chips? I don't even know how you ended up here, but you're going to find out real quick that you don't belong.

Your fall from grace, has just begun, and it's not going to go on the uptick on my watch. Why? Well because quite frankly, you're not good enough to stop me. You don't have the passion that I have for this, you don't have my motor, my determination. You don't actually acre if you win, because you've been given so many chances you take these for granted. Your logic as to why I won't be a factor is flawed, and I'll tell you why. You want to disregard me as being an actual threat because I lost, one match, against Tomi Venus. To say Tomi Venus is the best man in this match because he beat me? Meh is that really fair? It's a very narrow minded way of thinking but I can try to understand it I guess. I mean there's no such things as upsets are there? There's no way that the better man actually loses, that never happens. Nope it's one win, one loss, and it's set in stone that they're the best. Or you know, not. Fact of the matter they don't dictate someone's entire wrestling career in all actuality, wow big shock right. I know I must've really had you going, but I'm well versed on sarcasm, keep up pup.One match doesn't depict an accurate assessment on what that individual is actually capable of. If that were the case every upset that happened in college sports would make that historic football team stripped of any credibility and legacy that they procured should be stricken from the record books. dropped out of the memory banks and never to return. But that doesn't happen does it? They say wow what a great game, what an upset, and move on with there lives, knowing that team will bounce back. Why? Same reason I'll bounce back, because they're the superior team, and they know how to win. They take it as motivation and move onto the next one.Hey here's an example for you, one that you should know all too well. Let me ask you; because Nobi beat you, EAW's proverbial charity case, does that mean he's better than you? Maybe that's a bad example seeing that he is champion and you're just a failure. But look at the entire career and you will probably look and say no, Nobi isn't better than Stark, maybe he just had a good night. There is an abundance of different examples of people having a good night, while someone is having a bad night. Let me ask you a question Stark, did you watch the match? It was a rather close affair, and one bump in the right direction for me, and I would've had it won. Unfortunately he was the one that got that lucky bounce. But if you actually listened to what I said instead of living in your own little world, you would've heard me say how much that little loss motivated me. I know I'm better than Tomi Venus, I've beaten him as Target Smiles before, and I have no problem saying I can do it again. The man has no clue who he even is, his backstory makes literally no sense, you should listen to it sometime.

But enough about me, let's talk about you, and what you've done. I look at your last match Stark and I see this guy without passion. I see this guy that's just going through the motions, even though he was just gifted a chance that not many people even get a chance to earn. Like I said though, I don't think Nobis better than you Stark, but I do believe he has more passion, and determination than you. When you care, and are off the drugs, you're pretty damn good. Not Ahren level good, but good. The only problem with that is, you're never off the drugs, and if you are you lack the passion. You lack the motivation to actually get, and stay at that level. That's the problem, that's what everyone always takes for granted, the staying. They think it's all about getting there, but once you get there, how do you stay vigilant and motivated? You've never learned the answer to that Stark, but I have. Who am I to say though? I'm the guy that takes every single match seriously, and never think of someone lesser because that's when mistakes are made. The exact thing that you're doing to me Stark, underestimating me. While you're the guy that takes everything for granted because he knows other chances will come, and if he's not feeling it, oh well. You can't tell me that's not the truth or you wouldn't be an ashamed Showdown cast away. You wouldn't have lost to Nobi. I know you said I'm decent, but hearing you say Tomi was the favorite is what's grinding my gears, and making the old blood boil. I was motivated to win this just because I need retribution on a mistake I made, but now I'd like to punch you in the mouth. He'll I didn't even know you were in this match, I didn't even know you were on this brand... I didn't even know you were still in this company! But we all learn something new every day. You want to talk about how title opportunities are fickle yet this is the second chance you've had to gain one. Maybe for others that's true, but you're not the person to say that. You have no idea what it's like to struggle in this business even when you're passing all the tests. But you? You don't even know what title you had this past year. You're talking since you lost the New Breed title? You mean like 2-3 years ago? Do you know what year it is? Or are you speaking trivial facts about a title you haven't had in a few years. You were the National Elite Champion, beating Rex McAllister at Pain For Pride yeah? Then went your steady decline, because you're unreliable. Which makes it that much more baffling as to why you're in this match to begin with. Did you finish your drug rehabilitation clinic classes? Are you out of rehab? Until that, that's the only way I can see this story changing. If not, I see you coming, and going, and coming, and going, until a drug overdose ends what could've been. You want to talk about how fickle opportunities when you're the one that gets most of them, and lets the go to waste. It's your fault that you're in this position, but even in this position it's not so bad. You can go from losing a National Elite Championship match that you didn't deserve to be in, to losing a chance at getting into the Openweight Championship match that you don't deserve to be in. I'm sick and tired of people like you. People that waste every single opportunity that is handed to them, only to piss it away, only to come back and get it again. You don't deserve it, and I'm going to beat the shit out of you because of it. But yeah you want to "earn" your spot on Dynasty, fuck off. If you wanted to earn your spot, how about you go and wrestle some dark matches, this match is way too big for you. Wrestle some meaningless matches then we'll see just how much you actually "want it", because I call bullshit. We've heard this story, we've seen this movie, it's a repeat, and I can see what's going to happen from a mile away. It's the same thing you did last time, it's the same thing Hawk is doing, what LC did, what so many people before you have done. Someone that is handed everything, claim they earn it, but when the hard work comes, they can't handle it. You haven't earned shit, and I don't care if you were a part of the Showdown 6, that was a lifetime ago. I was a part of the Voltage 1, because no one could touch me, but what does that matter now? I prove myself every single damn week, and I never leave. I'm the one that carries every single match, to make it entertaining, to make people care, I'm a big draw and I don't even have to win to do it.

This whole match is riddled with failures actually. Every single person in this match has left this company except for me, and Dempshaw. So how can anyone possibly say they want it more than me, when I've been here putting in the work. I've been here doing exactly what a champion should do, not giving up, pushing through the bullshit. You focus on one of my matches and that tells you everything you need to know about my career apparently. What about when I beat my good ole name twin Aren, what about when I beat Nas on Voltage, what about when I beat Lethal Consequences, what about when I beat, Keelan Cetnich, of Aria, or Maero.. Or all these people that have fallen pray to the trill fairy huh? You're basing one match, a back and forth match that could've gone either way, and writing me off. I don't want to repeat myself but I will seeing that you're too drugged up to listen. I've never lost to the same person twice. That's not a fluke, that is a testament to who I am as a performer. I make the necessary tweaks and I go out better than before. Now this match is to determine Dynasty's representation for the Openweight Championship. In what way do you represent what Dynasty is about? Actually it makes perfect sense, a guy disgraced from this company, getting kicked out only to be given a chance. I don't get it in your case though. You just had a title opportunity handed to you, gift wrapped with a bow, and you couldn't get it done. You let a guy that's been here for 2 years? And has done nothing, get one over on you. Wake up stark you're not this talented wrestling guru that you May think you are. You do understand that Showdown just threw you off the show for not Living up to the hype. You understand you traded for nothing except maybe some potato chips? You haven't even been on this brand for a day, you don't represent dynasty you're an outsider and you don't belong here. Honestly you don't even belong in this company, much less this match. Why do you keep handed these opportunities, I'll never know, you just squander them anyways. You wind up leaving this company every six months or so, where does the confidence lie? You'll choose drugs or alcohol instead of this life of lavish and fame, because you're a fuck up. You will always be a fuck up. How long have you even been back? A month maybe? Isn't it about that time for you to leave anyways? I don't see why you even want to be in this match it's not like you care about your career anyways. As you can probably tell I have a little bit of animosity towards you. You're pretty much the epitome of everything that's wrong with this company. Someone that can do everything wrong, yet be given everything, and quite frankly it's frustrating. But there's only one thing I can do about it right? And that's prove them wrong. See I don't need to prove you wrong because it's quite evident that you don't have the best judgment. You might be in an altered state of mind and not quite seeing things clearly. This is about the big picture, this is about a guy that is facing off against a bunch of guys that have in one way shape or form fucked this company over waltzing back and trying to take what's mine. This is about a guy that has busted his ass since day one here and never fully gotten the recognition that he deserves. This about me, showing everyone that hard work actually pays off, and that every single one of you, don't belong. Shouldn't be that hard seeing that all of you have in some way shape or form have shown what your will is. You've shown how much Intestinal fortitude that you have, and it's not much. You don't have the drive that I have. He'll you don't even have the talent that I have, and I'm going to prove it. It's finally Ahrens time, and there's nothing a drug addicted, underwhelming, oversaturated, failure like you can do to stop me.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 4:40 pm by **Sheri-dun**

Showdown 01

'' Sheridan Müller defeated Tarah Nova. Actually, let me paraphrase that, she decapitated her. Notice how I did not express that with enthusiasm or exclamation, for the moment the words escaped from my larynx, I knew they would transpire into reality. From the second I returned and situated my name in the industry of professional wrestling once more, I exclaimed my ambitions to make you feel how I did, to be cast out into irrelevancy, to be placed under a shadow, voiceless and left to become a rotting carcass. You may believe that a sole punt to the head values us as equals, however that is the first taste you shall have of my boot. A single action on a single day, it does not quite situate yourself with the seventy or so days I spent in the harsh, brisk darkness. The moment you missed your shot to execute me, the word regret fell from the world above and clouded your judgement, fell into your future and instilled itself upon it. You will feel regret for your actions against me, for they shall haunt you until the day that I rid you from this world. I recall how you constantly claimed you were a woman of your word, and yet I did not suffer defeat, I did not fall on my knees in front of the, apparent, Vixens Killer, and my head was not severed from my body in one swift motion. I validated every ambition that I proclaimed, I said that I would beat you, and I would initiate the fall of this world. As a firestorm begins to stir in the place that you once held authority over, my statement shall soon burn into actuality. There is a reason nobody debates the result, that they all hold their tongue, for they do so under hatred for me, yet they cannot bring themselves to slaughter my name and disparage my actions. I am always correct, I have a sense of character, a vision of right from wrong, that cannot be described, it is infallible, I stated that your reign as manager of female wrestling in this promotion would come to an end due to me, and I asserted that you would see the error of your ways. This process is only beginning, yet whilst we associate with the subject, let's explore a little deeper, beneath the first, thin sheet of paper in the history books, and analyse something else that impacted the result of our match. Azumi Goto and Haruna Sakazaki interfered in our match, they threw knees and kicks against your face, and ultimately they sprinted the inevitable result of me vanquishing the woman who approved of my removal. I would have beaten you without their interference, naturally, I am the best female to ever touch this profession after all and show it the time of day. Yet, I acknowledge their involvement, if I didn't that would make me a liar, and any trait I can eradicate to remove myself further from being associated and compared to you, I shall happily take. But, I did not plead for them to assist me, as I have already stated I would have caved your cranium in regardless. They, and I know this is going to string on a level much further than I wish to delve into, they attacked you willingly, almost as if they would have a reason to hold a vendetta against our superior, former, general manager. But no, that cannot be true, for everything you explain and rationalise is automatically correct, people just pin their problems on you, nobody would seriously hold a vindictive streak against the woman who, in your own words, has changed the face of and revolutionised our gender in this sport far greater than the likes of Cameron, the Heart Break Gal and yours truly. Do you see how, all of a sudden, after my victory over you this whole masquerade and fantasist, protagonist agenda you forced forward against me, it crumbles. It starts with a crack initially, perhaps my words might have caused this, but with every strike that elevated towards my foot meeting the side of your face, and my body sprawling upon yours, it gradually reveals the truth behind the mask. For you are not the personification of absolute perfection, neither are you justified in every action you take, be it behind the shield of your general manager's office, or outside on the battlefield. Azumi and Haruna hold an agenda against you for I am not the only woman you have wronged, long before you attempted to annihilate my existence from this world, you tried to do the same to the latter of those two. It initiated with the racism, the xenophobia, and transpired with every victory, every tyrannical onslaught, as a matter of fact, at the time you held a position of apparent fairness, you would do everything in your power to prevent the pair from achieving greatness. You might hate me, please situate yourself at the back of the long line of individuals who do, and who applauded every shot you landed against me in our battle, but you will come to realise that I am correct, and I validate my superior sense of judgement through these statements, and when inside of a wrestling ring, and the day will come when you grow a spine and apologise for firing me, for conspiring against me, for actually believing you are a better woman than I, the female who pressed a trigger against your skull, and fired without hesitation. I will take great pleasure in repeating that action, in propelling my boot against your face with such velocity, and I shall repeat these action over and over, stripping away at the lies and abuse you pride yourself on, until tears well in your eyes, until you scream enough, and until you fall at my feet, where I shall bathe in great pleasure as I execute your morals, and all that you stand for, just as you did to me. I fucking hate you, Tarah Nova. There is not a more delicate way to place those words. I shall laugh the day your corpse falls into a impure hole, and my hatred does not lie individually on the fact that you fired me. Oh no, it's how egotistical you are, never admitting your failures and faults, always holding yourself on a superior level, comparing yourself to women who, historically and ability wise, you have no right to even be speaking of. You leave a path behind you without mercy, caring not for those who you harm, and as you held a position of authority, this only heightened, and it honestly makes me sick with disgust. You're pretentious, a politic adoring, pale cancerous rat, and to be frank, I am quite happy that you fired me, for with every loss comes a point of retribution, and perhaps the moment that I eradicate and destructure you to the point that you fall out of consciousness, people will see that, in your dying moments, that once against I was correct, that I am the true vanquisher, I remember you stating your explanation behind my removal, that I was a negative influence, a bad personality, a woman who discouraged the people around me. Well isn't that fucking ironic. I am glad that you reached that height, however, that you reached an importance in this business that you can eliminate me from your roster, and not one individual on the board of directors, or a backstage worker, or even a fellow wrestler, does not bat an eyelid. I am gracious and so appreciative, for in those moments I have never felt more alone. You twisted at my beautiful, superior lifestyle, until it fell from grace, and then had the audacity to claim you initiated this revolution, that people like Brody, who might I add nobody would even discuss if she were not dead, was the spark that ignited a rebellion. Your narrative is boring, and I am appreciative that you initiated this war, for I shall be the one to end it, and people will exclaim that you are the causation for it. Your removal from power overall, is simply the first step i this lawlessness that I shall instil in this world, bringing a holocaust to your world, and planting it within your mind, holds such a small place in what shall soon be recognised as history. All those who betrayed the woman who founded the platform they showcase their talents upon, they shall soon realise. As their skin flashes blue and black, as smoke arises from the floor, infiltrating their lungs, as a firestorm rages and rips across their world, bringing desolation and utter hell before their very eyes, their realisation shall come. When this world is rid of all those who opposed me, my lungs shall still be fuelled with life and oxygen. As my boots press against the necks of the women who once celebrated my extradition, perhaps this vindictive streak that incinerates against my muscles shall die, as I embrace conditions I once fought ever so harshly against, as smoke amalgamates within me, as my very own carcass drips with blood, massacred alongside those who she sent to Gehenna, the Last Vixen shall arise from the ashes, from the smoulder, having validated every ambition she once held with a passion. The end of this world is coming, anarchy shall fuel the cries of the guilty, and smoke shall rule a sky where great competitors once fought. The thought of irrelevancy coruscates within me, instilled in a place that I shall never claw it from. As the foundations that I engineered crack and dismantle, succumbing to categorical conflagration, these conditions shall know to not fuck with what they cannot kill. The Axis shall inaugurate the fall of Empire, and the Last Vixen shall massacre those who stand defiant of her wishes. ''

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 1:36 pm by **Daisy Thrash**

Well lookie there. I was right. About everything. I said I would destroy everyone's new little fave and I did. I made predictions that all came true. But, hell, I'll admit there were a couple of things that happened that even I didn't see coming. First, Tarah Nova gets booted from her GM position. Ok, maybe the massive blood loss and Hazumi interference had something to do with it. Still, things weren't adding up. Why would Tarah Nova get ousted if she was the perfect puppet for the Board? And then, near the end of the night, I observe something that truly boggles my mind. That's you, Astraea, doing absolutely nothing. I thought the girl that took out Madison Kaline would do something to help herself gain an advantage. You're talking about just being there to "scout", but we both know the truth. Then, I take a gander at the card for this week. And everything falls into place. After all, who gains direct control over Empire with no more Tarah Nova? That's right, DEDEDE. Who does he book for the fallout show against his fully-rested pet wrestler? Me, the one who's always calling himself and the Board out on their bullshit. You're saying that you "politely declined" to wrestle at Bloodletter. Uh huh, sure. I'm sure it had absolutely NOTHING to do with the fact that DEDEDE knew I was gonna be beaten up after a No DQ match. It's not like DEDEDE would want his shining Elitist upon the hill to defeat someone who's been become a real thorn in his side. Gosh, I'd really hate to rain on y'all's parade but there's one teensy thing that you and DEDEDE are forgetting about me. I've been in this crazy business for ten years. I've been in countless matches where I've been torn limb-from-limb. I've proudly worn more than a few crimson masks. If you really believe that one little hardcore match is enough to keep me down, you've got another thing comin'. But hey, enough about me. Let's talk a little bit about you, Miss Jordan.

Since you seem to have some selective memory issues, allow me to take you back. Back to that fateful day you put Madison Kaline on the shelf. The day we had our first feed interaction. Oh, you don't remember? Let me refresh you. You were going on about how you were proud of taking her down and wouldn't take any crap about it. You know what I did in response? I retweeted you. Yes, you heard that correctly. I actually agreed with you. I was even proud of you. I thought to myself "This girl is grabbing the bull by the horns and taking what's hers. Go you, do your thing!" In some weird alternate universe, we might have even been friends. But then, goddamn it, you went and sold out. Now DEDEDE's got his mark on you. God, he might as well have whipped his dick out and pissed on you. And you Astraea, now you've got your head shoved so far up his ass you might as well be checking him for colon cancer. I'm supposed to be the delusional one, right? Just look at how many delusions you've got. No one knew who I was when I entered? That's funny, I wonder why so many of Portland's village idiots were getting up in my grill if they supposedly didn't know me. Your stuff got the biggest pop? Honey, I don't know what show you were watching. 'Cause whatever it was it sure as shit wasn't Bloodletter. You're boasting about all this "superior athlete" nonsense like it actually matters. Take a peek at Andy once she's regained consciousness. You can have all the athletics and fancy moves in the world. However, if you ain't got that killer instinct, you're taking the L. You used to have the instinct, Astraea. But now, I'm not so sure. A real killer would have jumped on easy prey like an exhausted Aria Jaxon. Maybe you're going soft. But, y'know, congratulations on putting down the Old Yeller that is Miss Manami, I guess. You seem to forget just who got the worst of the favoritism in that tournament. Hint: it was me. If no one had been playing favorites, I would have blown past the first round no questions asked. Who knows, maybe I would have beaten you too. Yeah, I haven't taken Consuela to the edge...because I haven't fought her yet. Duh. I doubt your talent? No way, I know you've got talent. I realized it when you beat down Madison. But "Gawd-given" talent? That's a bunch of shit and you know it. The only thing DEDEDE gave you was a rocket strapped to your ass. Y'see, that's what makes us different. Whenever I hit the ring, whenever I gain a victory, I'm doing it 100% on my own. I'll never be anything less than 100% me. I don't rely on anyone else to prop me up. I don't need a Gawd Complex. Or is it Bomplex? Heh, that's more fitting anyway. Because this whole thing will eventually blow up in your face. That's the danger of letting someone else determine your worth. What happens when you screw up? What happens if, god forbid, I take you down this week. Next day, you're getting the cold shoulder from your beloved Chairman. And he's moving on to whoever his next big project is. You wanna know what I think? I think that somewhere deep down inside your heart, Astraea, you know I'm right. You responded to my little tweet because you're afraid of losing your newfound power. You're saying I'm jealous of you because you know that in the end, this whole Gawd Complex thing will collapse. Well, you can quit projecting now. I'm proud of who I am and what I own. I'm proud to call my RV home. I don't need a golden throne to remind me of just how damn good I am. The only gold I'm interested in is that Women's Championship. DEDEDE should have never put you in my crosshairs. 'Cause this ain't Chiraq. We're spitting distance from my hometown, Seattle. This is my yard. Once you finally realize that, when you're out cold in the middle of the ring, it'll be too late.

#DaisyBetter

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 10:59 am by **Cameron Ella Ava**

I.

I thought I wouldn’t be here so soon.

If there is one thing I have about this god forsaken brand is the women. Except Consuela. She’s a fucking angel in comparison to all of you mediocre women. Ever since Pain for Pride, what has Cameron Ella Ava been up too? She’s made history. She’s been in talked about matches. She’s won tournaments. There will be women, like my opponents this week that will talk like that isn’t a big deal. Hell, I might get some pathetic comparisons because that’s all women can do with each other. I’m all for raising women up and not tearing them down. Yes, a woman with a cold heart as myself wants to raise women up. For example, I will raise Consuela up. Before I left Consuela, she was on the road to become Specialists Champion. I knew she could get the job done. I knew she had it within her to get the job done. She managed to do that, but then she did the most idiotic thing that could happen and lose the title to some loser named April Song? Second placed April? Someone who wasn’t even considered a nominee for Woman of the Year this year? Someone who wasn’t considered for shit is beating Consuela? I gave her enough shit as it is. She eventually righten that wrong and I could not be anymore proud of her. Now, all of you may pull the same shit everytime I pull when Jamie and I play Connect Four at Game Night and that is “YOU CHEATED”, but that is not the case with dear Consuela. Consuela is crafty. She is always looking for loopholes to win her matches. Consuela has always been intelligent. I mean, she’s the one that took my exams because I didn’t test well. That’s a story for another time, but the point is: Consuela has done with carrying the Specialists Championship well. She has went through women like Astraea Jordan, Chelsea Crowe, April Song and Mallory Wilde with no ounce of controversy at all. That can all be for debate, but there is nothing in the EAW rule book that states that Consuela broke any rules. If any women like Savannah Sunshine or that bitch Revy want to protest it, they will be met with my fist.

OH MY GOODNESS! I AM IN THE PRESENCES OF SAVANNAH SUNSHINE! Oh wait, I’m not because she wasn’t all there for her match at Bloodletter. Is this the kind of woman the EAW Universe has been rallying behind? Some diabetic freak? Some woman who managed to get herself eliminated first in the Elimination Chamber Match for the Womens World Championship at Road to Redemption? Some woman who possesses mediocre skills? Seems to be about right since you all must be the same idiots that rallied behind TLA to win the World Championship. Just like TLA, Savannah is all gimmick. Her candy and sweet shtick may have the entire EAW Universe manipulated, but I can see passed that. I’ve been here for about seven years. I’ve watched women of all different shticks walk in and out of EAW. Some of them in tears too. That’s what I plan to happen to Savannah after I’m through with that candy loving piece of garbage. Savannah will respond by saying at that I’m putting her down. This is against what I have said that I wanted to do with women and raise them! Well, you see, Savannah is not a woman! She’s a little girl. Little girls need to be treated like little girls. Little girls need to put on her big girl panties and raise to the occasion. It’s not everyday they’re faced with the challenge of stepping up to a Goddess. This is nothing like facing a Queen or Empress. This is facing the best in Womens Wrestling. There’s a reason why I’m on Voltage. It’s because I’ve proven that I can go up against any gender put against me. What do you identify as, Savannah? Candysexual? Come on, Savannah. I dare for you to try to make me laugh. I will be more than anticipating this meet if it’s up to you to accept it. If there is something you need to know about me, this isn’t like facing Consuela in the ring. What you’re going to figure out is that I’m an entirely different story. One that you cannot take your eyes away from.

I’m about to learn what Moongoose says to not be a “Revy”. I’ve heard quite a bit about you, Revy. When I heard about the fact that Moongoose and Shimmer had a sister, I was more than excited to meet you. I wanted to be your friend. Then, I saw a good look at you and I was like “yeah, I change my mind.” After, there came the infamous tales of what Revy is all about. A “Revy” became a joke between your brothers and I. I kind of wanted to hear it from yourself. Or, are you the much more serious one in comparison to the other two? Are you going to try to pull a Consuela and distance yourself from your infamous last name? Hey, I don’t blame you. In fact, I quite admire you. I admire how headstrong you are. As of right now, I see you struggling on the card. You got your first big opportunity at Road to Redemption and you bombed the chamber match. I don’t mean “bombed” in the way like you did horrible, but you literally bombed the chamber match. Figuratively, I’m wondering if you’ll bomb this tag match against The Avas. Just like I told Savannah, I do not want my time wasted. I’ve been in the ring with some of the best in the company. Your brother will be in that list. He will he shocked to read that, but Moongoose is someone I approached the match not expecting how things will turn out. He brought his best and he managed to defeat me. He earned my respect. I’m not expecting for this tag match to go down that level. This isn’t personal. This is business to me. I return to Empire for one night for a purpose. I have a gift for Consuela and I am offering my services to her as a form of respect and love for her. I’m her sister. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Could you say the same for your family? Probably not and I feel so bad for you, Revy. After this loss, you will have no one to turn to but yourself.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 10:59 am by **Consuela Rose Ava**

I.

#AndStill

Did anyone deny that I would be standing here with my lovely championship? Only my three opponents who busted their ass and killed to have this championship. Sadly, it was Mallory Wilde who fell victim to the brutal Rodilla De La Muerte. The move is so quick that if you catch it when you least expect it, it’s lights out for you. For my next challenger, I’m fully aware who she is, Megan Raine. I feel sympathy for the torture she went through being handcuff with that disgusting Sydney St. Clair. I mean, who could anyone handcuff someone to another person? That is evil. I could never comprehend with the evil that Flannery McCoy did. Who knows where those cuffs have been before locking those two women up? Francesca would need to disinfect those before handcuffing me, but that would be such a disgusting thing to do because I’ll still manage to find a way to break free out of them. The one thing I cannot break free from? Cameron Ella Ava, my sister, the woman who was by my side at my birth, the woman who has been on Voltage making history with being in World Championship Matches to advancing to the finals of King of Elite. Yes, King of Elite. Not Empress of Elite. She will make an appearance one night only to team with me as we take on Revy and Savannah Sunshine.

And we meet, Revy. It should be a shocker to you that I prioritized you over Savannah Sunshine. It’s totally not because she puked on me about a month ago. Oh no! I am so over that! I am over the fact that she embarrassed me in front of LIVE TV for the world to see! I still got the smell of mucus and bile fluid out of my system. I still have it on the ring attire which is at the cleaners for the third time because they can’t seem to get the freaking job done! I might need to do it myself because they have been so incompetent with me. Let me tell you, Revy. It beats the smell of beer and whiskey that comes out of your lips. I don’t understand who a woman like yourself could drown in yourself in that. Is your career that depressing that you reply to a bottle to take your troubles away? I mean, you lost to two pathetic Asians at Bloodletter and it wasn’t your freaking fault. I can tell that you’re a woman who craves to be in control of her situations. You crave to take leadership with your so-called “alliance” Savannah, but it’s failing miserably. I should have been decent enough and gave you a warning in advance. As a woman who teamed with Savannah, she was useless to me. Her excuse was that she was “too ill”, but she somehow got cleared to compete? Who was her doctor? Dr. Bubblegum? I know, it may seem like I am ranting about Savannah to you, but what are the odds she will speak? What are the odds that I will get to yell at her face for what she did? Honestly, when was the last time Savannah Sunshine was at her best? I know you’re asking yourself the same question, Revy. Don’t play stupid with me. The problem isn’t you in this match, it’s your inconsistent partner. It’s your partner who could be ill at the moment and waiting to puke on you this time. If she is indeed ill, I want no part of her. You’re on your own when it comes to that sickie.

Oh Savannah! Will you finally find yourself useful in this equation? Who would have thought that REVY out of all people would be carrying this match? Just like she has been carrying you these past few weeks. This is strange. People would expect for it to be the other way around with the two of you, but aren’t people baffled now? I’m baffled by just looking at the match card. People are going to look forward to seeing the competition in this match. Not only are you being graced with the Specialists Champion, but the returning Goddess of EAW, Cameron Ella Ava! I know she will say it when she responds, but I will say it myself. It should be an honor to be in the ring against someone as talented as her. She’s faced better opponents than what you have on your pinkie. If Cameron vomited, she would be Womens Champion already. Cameron’s vomit is better than the talent you’ve been brought to Empire these past few weeks? It’s inexcusable, Savannah. It’s something that you cannot deny any longer. I am so glad that I get to have my friend, partner and sister in this match. I am someone who is always proud of her. I am her biggest cheerleader. I’m a bigger supporter than Jamie O’Hara. DO NOT AT ME. Nothing can beat the support of your flesh and blood. What support do you have from Revy, Savannah? Who do you have that hasn’t turned on you? You still get calls from Aria? You still get support from the fans? Sadly, you do. That’s their problem to handle. I could care what happens to you after this match. All I requests is that you actually play a role and not rely on Revy to help bail you out when the going gets tough.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 10:02 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

Upon my throne, I cast my eye out to the world before me.

My walls.

Within them a kingdom; a single golden manor surrounded by a never ending sea of filth. Irreparable streets, a shambolic town with houses on the brink of being brought to ruins; ugly and an eyesore but a necessity. Without rather vulgar and extreme measures taken - some consider quite unnecessary - it becomes entertained in the minds of so many that any lesser man can rise up and dare to overthrow the ruling house. The embers still rise, the smell of smoke still fills the air; I will never allow my kingdom to forget what became of TLA. I will never allow them to sleep without the death of his home, his career as anything less than a mere thought. But they still come. To hold this throne for near six months, to defeat every challenger to walk the mile of steps that rise to the pearly seat I occupy, I expected deterrence but instead I’ve found defiance has only grown. Seemingly the goal of becoming the World Heavyweight Champion has become rivaled by the desire to merely defeat me. As a raven flies above, I can see the crowds gather at the base of it all. The people ushering their own champions on, to strip down my house, to leave it all in ruins. The raven wishes to swoop and pluck the title from my grasp, see his champion dismantle my marble acropolis brick by brick. Yet defiant myself, a sense of pride too great to be shattered, a shield of ego too thick to be lowered and come as they will, each and every one will tumble back down the mile they ascended; their bodies bloodied and beaten - that which I haven’t done. I will send the raven crashing to the filth pits of the city like a meteorite crashing to the earth. My grip on this championship, this kingdom has seen so many turn to bitterness. Tiresome of the same, eerie peak that towers over their homes, I can hear the light humming of chants, of prayers to see someone finally rise and overthrow me. I’ve become a villain, a man who turns any lowly figure into one of absolute light and at this point I’ve come to accept the tyranny the people percieve. My kingdom is weak. Houses that don’t even reach the height of the walls that surround them; men who craft plans to build their manors out of marble foolishly build with sandstone instead. Sandstone weathers, it fades away and so too will whatever legacy they amount to. There is no future, just careers that will be a blip on the radar; men who will be remembered as sitting on this throne “once upon a time”. To reign for this long is often seen as impressive but when I look beyond my walls I see more impressive displays of might, of power. Kings and Queens who fight tooth and nail to maintain control of their kingdoms, well tested in the act of battle, forced to evolve and never given the opportunity to stagnate. Truly, I envy them. A lesser man who be thankful of the competition that awaits me here on Voltage but I am no lesser man. Despite these rather dull frustrations, to be called upon to battle as the King of Voltage is a honourable task; one I will gladly accept not for just my own personal gain of bragging rights but rather to give this kingdom a lick of respect, of attention even if it deserves so little of it.

The kingdom not with a King but rather a Queen.

A much belated congratulations, HBG. I might have backed the wrong horse to shatter the ceiling that kept women away from becoming a World Champion on a male brand, but I think there’s very, very, very few in this world that believe you don’t deserve it. I most certainly am not one of them. Your kingdom is most certainly one I envy. The challengers that line up, the streets lined with nothing short of excellence in every regard, it’s a far cry from my own. Becoming the EAW Champion is absolutely no easy feat and certainly conquering Tiberius Jones is a monumental one. I enjoyed watching yet another champion fall from afar as I remained at the top of it all uncontested. It’s beyond any sense of doubt that your time as champion will be met with immense challenge as the men you defeated come calling for another chance, as others rise up daring to dream that they can claim one of the greatest prizes we hold. Your crowning moment shattered preconceived notions that women can’t truly thrive in a male’s world and with it, you inspired legions of female fans and those you once shared a locker room with on Empire; I almost feel secondary as Cameron focuses on becoming the Queen of Elite. Such hope, such optimism that only exists because the Heart Break Gal did what nobody thought was possible; I couldn’t imagine the weight on your shoulders and that I most certainly do not envy. Imagine defeat. Imagine this all slips away at King of Elite and suddenly Showdown doesn’t have it’s inspirational female lead, it instead returns to the male dominance. Your efforts at Kingsroad remains well respected but the world looks back it as nothing but a fluke. Nothing more than an anomaly that will become a distant memory; almost as fleeting as the precious days you stand as champion. Don’t be mistaken, I don’t wish to see that become a reality for Cameron’s sake if anything but lets not skip around probables, assumptions; we’ve seen it before. Underdogs, scrappy competitors becoming World Champion only for it all to be stripped away so suddenly. My heart certainly broke to see The Pizza Boy’s throne crumble afar.

I’ve always held admiration and respect for you, HBG and I do consider this Champion of Champions contest a pleasure to see why it was you above so many others to achieve such history but history is what I seek. The small, the insignificant, the damn near irrelevant - no matter the scale of the achievement I want my name etched beside it in unerasable stone. And this? Near six months ago I conquered your former champion and I conquered the bloke who convinced the world a week prior his will was “unbreakable”. To do it again, to walk into this contest and walk away victorious makes it an undeniable fact: I am the greatest champion this company has today and I would push it as far to say that I am the greatest champion this company has EVER seen. Give me the Showdown Kingdom and I still stand here. Give me one filled with every legend, every icon to ever grace this business and it’s still MY THRONE at the pinnacle of it all. Your historic moment will never be forgotten but I create history everyday I wake up with the World Heavyweight Championship around my waist. And the longer I reign, the more the days, the weeks, the months tick by, the more likely it seems that it’s a piece of history that will never be replicated. It’s a piece of history that will never be succeeded. I can have my critics that openly judge how and why I’ve stood here for so long and I can have the hundreds, the thousands, the millions more who sit silently and do nothing but snicker to one another when the light isn’t upon them. But it’s matches like this that prove that everything I’ve accomplished this year and everything I will continue to accomplish hasn’t been some idyllic stroll. Defeating you, Showdown’s champion, once again would silence many who have already forgotten the last time I stepped in the ring with two other champions. Ones that must be silenced and if breaking the hope that women can win a male World Championship is needed, then against my ideal wishes, it will be broken.

Unvanquished…

Unconquered…

I’ve never been a fan, pulling similarities between myself and another but it’s quite hard to ignore. You have your hand wrapped around the throat of the Dynasty brand, don’t you Nico? Instilling fear through domination, it’s become a mighty task to topple the Invictus champion in any manner and I’m sure it’s something many men wish to see become a reality; whether they dare to do so themselves or wait quietly until someone else topples you from the throne you sit upon. And thus you stand here, speaking loud, proud of being unvanquished, unconquered by for so long that has been the case but I guess men with weaker spines have only been placed in your way. Men who crumble in your presence, men who can’t seem to manage to stand up when it counts the most. See, there’s an issue with men who believe they have a ticket to willfully inflict pain and suffering upon others it’s that in the end it’s an expectation they set but never truly live up to. It’s a vessel you will with promises that end up never being fulfilled. And for you it’s what? Your God’s will? Men of faith are weak, Nico. Men of faith who see visions, who see angels, who are told what to do, what to become are delusional. It’s only their desire but they lack the absolute guts to go through with it. Most certainly didn’t need a guiding light to tell me to shatter Xavier William’s patella, didn’t need any “ascended guidance” to make the harsh, bitter calls I’ve made in the last year and a half. Where would Nico Borg be if he didn’t dream of angels? Your career wouldn’t even be a dumpster fire at this point; it would be a bag of trash left on the side of the highway burning away and not a single person would stop to care. Such a state left in on the same night I became the World Heavyweight Champion; a night where the seemingly unbreakable challenger became broken. Weakness. Absolute, pathetic weakness. You couldn’t hear your God. You screamed but you knew your pleas went unanswered. That warm embrace that you sought so often was God, so you filled it with whatever your mind could develop. You were alone. You became the Invictus. No matter how many blows you took, no matter how much the dark swept around you, no matter the blood that spilled from your body you were going to stand there unbroken, undefeated, unconquered, unvanquished. Invictus, to never feel the pain you were left with at Grand Rampage...a facade to hide your fears.

Unconquered…

It’s been some time since I’ve had such a challenge but this is one I will embark on gleefully. Come the Champion of Champions match only one of us will walk away with the right to claim being unconquered; only one to return to their kingdom victorious. I certainly despise the idea of someone being better than me, Nico. That someone else walks EAW boasting about being unconquered, unbeaten. A congratulations to dispatching Scott Diamond but I most certainly am not Scott Diamond. I’m not The Pizza Boy. With such ease I turned away the men you conquered to win Cash In The Vault; I’m more than a mere step beyond them. No, inside that ring even the Invictus Champion bends to the will of the King of Bullets. Inside that ring, you face a man who isn’t just a champion, but rather a man who has chased pure fucking immortality for a decade and is within reach of it; will stop at nothing to achieve it. The Invictus Champion becomes the Victus, the Victa, the Percussum. This time spent on Voltage, within my own walls I’ve come to forget the valiance that led me to becoming the World Heavyweight Champion, the Fortissimus champion who refused to bow to even the greatest of blows. No, Nico, being the Invictus Champion is something more than just having a kick in the sand because you lost a shot at becoming the Answers World Champion. It’s more than merely being undefeated in the arena. It’s the heart, it’s the fire, it’s the passion and the fucking will to endure any and all onslaught that comes your way. Invictus? You took that title from a broken men after one almighty war and you parade yourself around as so valiant, as so fortified, as so mighty. You are most certainly not the Invictus Champion people fear on Dynasty. You are a jester in King’s clothing, a stain as champion. When you can no claim undefeated...unvanquished, the challengers will rise knowing the Invictus Champion is a myth. The song dies in the sound of your throne being reduced to rubble and Nico Borg becomes nothing once more.

Vindicem Propugnatores

Gloria, Gloria.

Jamie fucking O’Hara.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 2:59 am by **Ryan Wilson**

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''Tonight was a great match! A match that I made obvious was in the bag for me for one simple reason: The way it ended.'

The scene opens up on a view of Ryan Wilson confortably seated on a chair inside his own lockeroom.

''It's quite obvious to me that the Ass Lister didn't know how to finish me off. It's oh so clear that there was nothing he thought he could do, that he was running out of options after he gave it all he had. His attempted solution? Try to remove the sexiest mask in EAW history! Mine! Which fans will be able to purchase and rock in early 2018 as an EAWShop.com exclusive! Cody sure went all out to try and best me! Big Boot to my sweet angelic mug? Didn't kept me down. Snake Eyes? I kept on going! Death Valley Driver? First time I Countered that! Second you connected but you were stupid enough to taunt me, giving me time to recover. Chokeslam? Broken with a sweet Tornado DDT! Second Amendment? You crashed on the mat! Director's Cut? I blocked it! You gave it your all, you tried your best shot and you failed! It got to your brain so much that you figured the only ~smart~ idea was to try and steal my mask. What good did it do? No Contest!''

He sighed softly.

''You wasted the first win of my career on Voltage for nothing man! You wasted it for what? To reveal to the world how I look under the mask? Didn't you see my Tribute video after Brody's passing? Didn't you see my video post-Shock Value? I was unmasked back then! Here, take a good look bub!''

Wilson without a shred of hesitation removes his mask! Revealing his face for a third time.
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''Tadam! You see this? This is my face, this is my sweet ass mug! That's how I look like. This is the face of a Canadian Studmuffin right here! This is the face of the guy you have no solution to when it comes to defeating him! This is the face of the guy you can't beat! Now, I can sense the production crew screaming, that I shouldn't have removed my mask and that this is ruining a perfect opportunity for a match where if I lose I have to remove my cowl type of deal. Fear not bookers! You can still have this idea if you just calm your tits and book me and Cody in a scrap sometime in the future. Make it that if I lose I will never be able to wear a mask again during my EAW tenure. Something cute like that, maybe up the ante and make it that the loser becomes the winner's sidekick for a few months, you know, for humiliation purposes. This is not a challenge, this is but a suggestion, something to spice things up and put butts in the seats. You take suggestions don't you bookers? From there it's up to you what you do with it. Because no matter what happens next I am not done with Cody Marshall and I will be Mic Dropping his ugly B-show no-listing can't even headline an infomercial ass into a 1-2-3 and a well deserved victory for yours truly!''

''Cody buddy, pal, chum, son, boy, you and me? We're far from done. And it's all on you, had you not wasted time on my precious mask. I would have won, and I would have went on my merry way. But nooooo, you decided to try and humiliate me. Nice try, but now I have to humiliate you. Do unto others type deal see.''

''Christmas is coming, and pinning your ass would be the perfect gift for the holidays. That and seeing that boring ass show you're part of be cancelled. The future is Netflix man, not ABC. Absolutely Boring Crap.''

Re: EAW Promoz! December 12th 2017, 12:20 am by **Stark**

When life is good, it’s too easy to take it all for granted. It’s why in our greatest moments of suffering, what we always come back to in our minds is our childhood. There’s no other time like it, and who doesn’t take it for granted? In the most dependent state of our life, the natural opposition reaction is for us to push forward despite the weight of our entire childhoods on our shoulders. Carrying that weight wears us down to the point where we’re exactly the dull, worn-out faces of the adults we never thought we’d be. But then some of us are different. Some of us break through the self-imposed wall built by the longing for the dependence that once made life so easy and become great, legendary even. Yet even when I’ve had my back against the wall, even when I’ve been down looking up at my eventual demise, even when it feels like the whole world is ready to knock me back into my worst days - after all that I’ve experienced in my career as a professional wrestler, it sure isn’t my childhood I fall back on. I’ve thought hard about the human conditions that do create such feelings of contingency amongst us. Let me NOT get into the problems with this generation of which we are a part of, but if I could sum it concisely to this - we always fall back on the material for happiness. I mean, in the end, it is just all part of the greater capitalist agenda. Load the brains of our youth with shots of dopamine fueled by the everlasting desire for more and more and more of the material… But ask anyone what truly satisfies them, ask them what that “more” really is, and, I guarantee you, not a single person is going to have an answer worth shit. And then obviously, for those of us who go down this road to becoming professional wrestlers, that same conditioning that fucked our ability to be content as a person also destroyed our ability to be content with ourselves as wrestlers. Don’t get me wrong, that’s not a bad thing at the end of the day, to always be striving for more, to want to reach the top, get the gold, get the money, to be the face…

I always thought those goals were superficial. I thought I was above them. When I returned earlier this year, I didn’t know what I was back for, but somehow that made me more at peace at myself than I’d ever been in my tenure in this company. I walked back in here after literally the two worst years of my life, and it was in those first few months of just finding myself again, of figuring out just who Stark really was - it was then where I thought I had the answers. Realistically, the division that I walked back into was probably one of the best midcard scenes in any show in EAW’s history. The Showdown Six is what the fans called us - and hell that name even caught on backstage. Just look at the talent that was - Nico Borg, the current Answers World Champion; Darkane, the current Hardcore Champion; Lars Grier, the current number one contender to Jamie’s World Championship; Rex McAllister, who made it to the very last round of the Showdown King of Elite bracket; then there was me. I stuck out like a sore thumb for sure, especially when I just came back. Rex humbled me in my second week back, and in the following weeks, despite my losses, despite struggling to get back into the fray of things, I was perfectly happy. Hell, I thought I was headed for the 24/7 Battle Royal and it was all chill. That’s the thing about life. It’s never appropriate to be complacent with mediocrity or that’s all you’re going to achieve. Just when I was getting used to my spot in the lower card, I get a match against Darkane. I pushed that tough motherfucker to the absolute limit and even came out ahead… Then things kind of went on the up-and-up.

Opportunities are the golden tickets in life. I quickly learned that the buddhist minimalist lifestyle just wasn’t realistically sustainable, especially in such a volatile world like that of professional wrestling. Eventually, you either need to prove your worth with some sort of accolade or you’re going to end up thrown out like the worthless trash you are. I’d held gold in the past. I knew what the chase was like. I knew what it meant to dominate a division, I knew what it meant to completely steamroll your competition. You just need a goal in sight. But it was the day that I realized what my goal for this run was that my peace, that my contentedness with my career also died. I had to think. What was I going to do, continue to just put on great matches with the likes of Darkane and The Pizza Boy? Sure, that isn’t a bad career to have, but I knew, I fucking knew for a fact that I could do more. And once I set my sights to where I needed to go, once that New Breed Championship became the only thing I was able to see… Well the rest is history. I went through everyone in my path, not a single fucking person could keep up with me, and the road to Pain for Pride was as easy as biking down a sloped hill. Once you push the pedal initially, your momentum carries you the rest of the way, and hell, at the tenth edition of Pain for Pride I crowned myself the new National Elite Champion.

Opportunities are fickle. That’s not something I knew back then. That’s not something I even knew until very recently, but I’ll get there shortly. For guys like me, the chase is more appealing than the thing you’re chasing. I shouldn’t even say for guys like me - that’s just the conditioning of the childhood mentality of this generation that I foolishly thought I was above. Championship gold is more addicting than heroin. You can get clean from opium - but there is really no better feeling in the world than seeing the referees hand hit the mat for the third time while the opponent that YOU laid out lies underneath you, with no idea that one count is all that separates them from obscurity and you from being champion. I’ve had it twice and to this day, it’s all I can think of getting. Almost makes me wish I never felt in the first place… But I’m not going to let the drive weaken me. I’m going to ride that wave I’ve done twice before, all the way to championship glory once again. Opportunities, sadly, are also too easy to take for granted. Since I lost the New Breed Championship in perhaps the most unspectacular fashion I possibly could have, I have had other opportunities. A tag team with Darkane, a spot in the Grand Prix, an opportunity that I cost Darkane by getting pinned. I didn’t even care, honestly. I got over it, and perhaps that complacency in defeat is what stopped me from winning back the New Breed Championship two weeks ago at Kingsroad. Sure, I could kick harder than Nobi, I could fly higher than Nobi - heh, I could get higher than Nobi - but in the end, he wanted it more. Sometimes, that’s all it comes down to. I had that fire once - ONCE, and fuck if I know where it went now.

Even in the worst times of your life, even when you think you’ve hit rock bottom… Life finds a way. Everytime I just want to wrap it up and call it quits, I get reeled back in like the hopeless fool I am. I thought I was done. I was honestly, truthfully ready to just hang them up for good after I lost my job on Showdown but - StarrStan wasn’t going to just sit back and let that happen. Maybe it’s respect from that one Showdown main event match we had a few years ago, or maybe it’s just that Dynasty needed another hand on deck with all the people that have been leaving. Whatever the reason may be, I had a guiding hand pull me out of my slump - again - and this time, I can’t even say that I deserve it. I should be gone. My career should be over, but it’s not, so there’s only one thing left to do - EARN MY SPOT HERE ON DYNASTY. I’ve been gifted every opportunity imaginable and I’m done just throwing them away. If you don’t think I’m not going to go all out this week then…

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Let’s let the beat backspin. Am I really going to stand here and pretend like I’m supposed to respect any of you? Who? Who’s on my level in this match?

The dude that just came up from NEO and lost four straight matches in a row before stealing his one and only, undeserved victory?

The other dude from NEO that’s been here even longer and somehow has managed to do even less than Shackleford has?

Jacob Moore? Maybe if he actually fucking beat Aka Manah I’d show him some respect but, nope.

Ahren Fournier is at least someone with a little bit of credibility, but even then, he can’t even keep up with Tomi Venus, who honestly I feel is the biggest threat to me in this match. I’ve got to respect the fact that you beat Jacob Senn the way you did, that’s no easy feat, and hell, I’ve been trying to get a match with that motherfucker for months now - lemme get back to the point. The smart, calculated, yet deadly sociopath… Been there, done that. I’ve faced that archetype, I’ve beaten that archetype - I’ve been that fucking archetype. Sure, you had everyone fooled with that Target Smiles shtick but can I say I’m surprised in hindsight? Not at all. You know what it’s like to be in a match like this Tomi, you were in the very fatal four way you’re trying to get back into, at Pain for Pride X even. Difference is, I walked out with gold that night while you laid there pinned by Ryan Marx, and trust me, a very similar situation is about to occur at the Awards Show. I’m not going to sit here and go back and forth on our ability or skill - when it comes down to it, anyone can beat anyone on any given night. I’m not going to sit here and make excuses for my past defeats like Ahren Fournier does. I’m going to walk into the Awards Show and slaughter you fools, because that’s what I do best.

I’ve lost too many opportunities. I’m done with that shit. No way I’m passing up on this one.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 11th 2017, 11:55 pm by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Developmental Promo

“Sensō”

Mt. Hachiman
Ōmihachiman, Shiga, Japan

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(A cloaked figure walks along a dirt path, going against the cold winds blowing through the air. After strolling past the ruins of Hachiman Castle, the mystery figure arrived at an old temple, filled with Shinto statues of various gods, most notably, Hachiman, Shinto god of war. The character stares at the entrance for a moment, then make their way inside. The individual takes off their cloaking revealing their identity as Azumi Goto, Joshi wrestler of EAW’s Empire brand. She walks down a dark corridor until she reaches the inner sanctum of the temple. She spots several monks seated around a kneeling figure, praying to a giant statue of the war god himself. Hushed whispering echoes across the room. Azumi takes a couple of steps forward before she speaks.)

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Azumi: So, this is where you ran off to.

(The figure stands up, revealed to be Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda. The War Queen turns slightly turns her head.)

Stephanie: You’re late.

Azumi: (sighs) Omihachiman isn’t the most comfortable place to get to from Osaka airport…

(Stephanie bows her head before the statue, putting her head in her hands. A set of prayer beads are hanging off her left side.)

Azumi: I didn’t know you practiced Shinto.

Stephanie: Since high school, when my grandmother passed. She used to read mythology to me when I was a little girl. Notably, those of Hachiman when he wandered the earth as a Buddhist monk.

Azumi: You never cease to amaze me, Cloud-san.

Stephanie: It’s ironic when you think about it; in EAW athletes walk the earth as gods…

Azumi: Judging from what I’ve heard, you fought one last night. Speaking of which, you didn’t waste any time catching the first plane out of Portland.

Stephanie: There was nothing for me there, nobody for me there.

Azumi: (snickers) Not even your lovely Monica?

Stephanie: …

Azumi: Anywho, what was so crucial that you had to drag my butt out here to tell me in person?

(Without turning, Cloud points at a paper on a wooden tea table. Azumi picks it up and scans it for a moment.)

Azumi: The deed...to JET?

Stephanie: Manami is ready to give us our birthright. She decided that we share JET and its responsibilities.

Azumi: And...how will we do that?

Stephanie: You will oversee the training. I will handle the business side of things.

Azumi: Oh really?

Stephanie: Yes. The Matsuda Zaibatsu will handle the day-to-day operations.

Azumi: The - I thought that was Mao’s agency?

Stephanie: I held majority ownership and changed the company name several hours ago.

Azumi: (eyes wide) Matsuda-san...what are you up to? Did losing to Aria affected you this much?

Stephanie: …

Azumi: Steph?

Stephanie: My problem was that I was too fixated on Aria and the Women’s World Championship. Instead of thinking of it the be-all-to-end-all, I should have thought of it as another stepping stone in my progression as the War Queen.

Azumi: Meaning…?

Stephanie: I was thinking too small.

(Stephanie puts on a navy blue winter kimono. She turns around to face Azumi)

Stephanie: Empire is too small for me.

Azumi: Nani?

(Stephanie merely grins and walks past Azumi)

Stephanie: You can stay the night if you want, I don’t think the monks would mind. Unless if you're going to head to my place further up.)

Azumi: Across...town? Your place?

(Azumi follows Stephanie outside the temple. Cloud points to a large manor further up the mountain, isolated from the rest of the town.)

Stephanie: That’s me.

Azumi: Did you move from Brooklyn? I don’t get what’s going on Cloud…

Stephanie: I still have Brooklyn. I just needed...a change of scenery.

(Stephanie starts walking up a path towards her manor.)

Azumi: What are you going to do about Empire?

(Stephanie stops for a moment. She gives a cold stare, the same lifeless look she had after losing to Aria at Bloodletter.)

Stephanie: …

(The War Queen continues walking away without saying a word.)

Re: EAW Promoz! December 11th 2017, 9:29 pm by **Ahren Fournier**

Where's my credibility? Why do I deserve to be in this match? I can only rest on my Hardcore Title reign for so long. So how did Ahren squeak his sexy tight ass into this match? Quite honestly I don't even know anymore. How many times can I lose and bounce back saying I'm still the greatest? I mean, I just lost to Tomi Venus, and that's low. That's a real low point in my career when someone like that can beat me. Someone that's been hit in the head so many times he doesn't even know who he is. I'm embarrassed honestly, and I don't really know how much more of this I can take. Fortunately for me, Starrstan still believes in me, and I have a golden opportunity. Why is this you ask? Because I am sex personified probs. I am gorgeous, I am a physical specimen, I am the reason that EAW has a female audience. I do great business with TV companies too, how? Ooooh every time my sweaty, oily, massive muscled up body, make his presence known, the amount of pussy juice spurting out of there panties is just too much. It floods the room, and ruins the TV, every single time. As a matter of fact Insignia is going to start sponsoring me, I'm going to be the spokesman! The tag line is, "Insignia, a picture so clean it'll make your pussy burst". Sounds great to me, and will do great business. You see that's what I do, I don't need to win to thought of as a threat because I bring heaps of money to this place just by being me. I am a marketing machine, my shirts did great numbers last year, and everyone loves them some me. I mean, who could hate someone so loving, and supportive of human life. I am a humanitarian to be honest, I love people! I love life! I love... drum roll please.. brbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrb.. CHRISTMAS! AYYY HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS, and boy do I have a Candy Cane for you? It's my penis, the candy cane is my penis. Big shock right? Well it will be once I whip it out into your faces.. ON YOUR NEW INSIGNIA TV! Now in 3D! Watch my porno in 3D just watch the one eyed monster just pounce right into your face. But this isn't about how clean the picture of the Insignia flatscreen, that can go up to 80'' available at all stores that have TV's. No this is about opportunity, I do belong in this match, and it's merely for the fact that I am Ahren Fournier, and that's good enough for me. You see you can only keep down the Sexual Predator down for so long... Wait.. That might be a bad nickname.. Why did they make Sexual Predator such a cool word, when it means such a shitty thing? I have bone to pick with you English language! If I want my nickname to be the Sexual Predator it should be cool, and tough.. Not that I stalk and yeah... I'm not even going to finish that sentence because it's such a ridiculous thought. Fact of the matter is, your boy has been a part of a bit of losing streak, but I'll break out of it, all the greats do! Do I consider myself to be in the echelon? Of course I do, why wouldn't I? Have you seen me? Have you seen what I've done? Just because I have been on the losing effort for a little bit, doesn't mean that it'll last forever. Everyone has seen what I'm capable of and I'll break out of it. What better week than this? I think this is the time that Ahren the Trilly Fairy gets back on track, and takes that step that he's been waiting for for so long.

Hey maybe this losing streak has just been an evil ploy. Maybe I've been wanting everyone to just sleep on me, so when they need a throw into one of these matches, they'd pick me. No.. I deserve this match because I am the best in EAW today. I am the greatest rookie that EAW has seen in years, and I continue to make my case for the most steady trustworthy wrestler in this company. I have been up against the best, and I have beaten them all. I can be put in these matches because I've proven that I can handle myself in that ring. Let's be honest though i know I haven't delivered with my claims as of late, but it's ok. It's all mental, I put myself in the right mindset and it'll all come. If EAW management wants someone that they know that will bust there ass for what they want, if they want someone that they know will show up each and every single day, and show they want it.. They call Ahren Fournier. I'm so much more than a throw in, and I will show you why. Sure I lost to Tomi Venus, but it's cool, everyones lost before. It's not about losing random matches on Dynasty, it's about showing up when the chips are all in. You look around this match, and you will see a bunch of guys that are fringe players. Guys that have never been looked at as guys that are on THAT level, so honestly we're all on the same plane. The only one of these guys to my recollection that has actually had the chance to get to that next level is Tomi Venus. Although he'll just say that he was just doing that so he could let everyone down on purpose.. Which makes no sense, but I digress. You see Tomi Venus is someone that was in the Inaugural Openweight Championship match against Ryan Marx, Tara Nova, and Solomon Caine. You lost Tomi, claim what you want but that was you, and in my opinion, you don't really deserve to get another shot just yet for a few reasons. One, you tried, you lost. Pure and simple that's one of the biggest reasons as to why I don't think you should get another shot at this just yet, but it's not my decision. Reason number 2, you've been here for maybe a month as Tomi Venus, and if we go by what you say and Target Smiles doesn't count for you then you have wrestled 3 times. Yeah you beat me, yeah you beat Jacob Senn, but you haven't been here putting in the work that others have. I can sit here and complain about you being here, but it won't come across well for me. It'll sound like I'm just making excuses because I'm afraid of you beating me again. That couldn't be further from the truth Tomi, fact of the matter is I'm glad that you're in this match, because I owe you one. If you look back at the career of Ahren Fournier, you will see that I've never lost to the same person twice. You know what a loss does for me Tomi? It doesn't make me get all down and out, it motivates me. It makes this delectable piece of eye candy into one hot potato ready for anything. I've seen your moves, I've seen your tricks, and I've seen your capabilities, and I've made the proper changes, and I'm ready for what you got. Now I know what you'll say because they all do. You'll say that I haven't seen half of what you're capable of, but I'm no dummy. Sure when people see me they're like God must've given you all physical gifts with no mental power, but that is false! I am a wrestling guru, i know how to get down and dirty with the tapes. Every night a sit down with a glass of wine, my robe, and my pussy to pet.. Jennipurr. And I watch tapes... Or youtube. I've gone down the catalog back from when you were Elite Champion waaaayyyyy back in the day, to the match that we competed it. And just to be on the safe side I even watched back Target Smiles matches, just in case you decide to pull something slick and pay some homage to your alternative personality. With the determination like none other, and the uncanny ability to call an audible, I'm very dangerous. Meanwhile you're going to be resting on the fact that you've already beaten me, and it won't matter what I do, you'll just be better. It's things like that that will make you lose this match, that over confidence. Sure I'm overconfident with a lot of things, my looks, my abilities in the sex department, I make a mean hot chocolate, and english muffin... Um, among other things, but wrestling I will always stay humble. I have natural wrestling ability but you must always be ready for anything. Did you expect Shakleford to be in this match? Did you expect Reginald Dempshaw to be in this match? I did, because I've been ready for any outcome that could possibly happen.

You don't expect much, you just expect an easy victory and you to be on your way onto that Openweight title match. The thing you don't realize is that you didn't even get half of what I can do, and if you remember the match that we had, it was pretty close. I won't make excuses, you beat me fair and square, but there were a few close calls for you. I had you down for a count of 2 1/4, it was very close. But to your credit, you kicked out, and I applaud you. Buuuuut, I didn't hit the Story Book Ending, and that eats me up inside, so with that said, I have a goal in mind. And an Ahren with a goal in mind is a dangerous Ahren indeed. I'm sick of losing Tomi, I'm sick of watching everyone else just walk on by, while I bust my ass to get to where those guys are. Honestly I think I deserve this win more than anymore. I think I have worked harder than anyone in this match, and with that being said I will come out victorious. While you were playing dress up and losing every opportunity that you ever had, I was busy being past up. i wasn't getting those opportunities, but that's all in the past, we're living in the here and now, and right now I have the greatest opportunity I ever had. So if you think that I'm going to pass that up, you are sorely mistaken. I don't care how much you think you want it, I want it that much more. And if by the end of this you're still no convinced that I can pull this off then 1, you're a fool, and 2. Come on, it's Christmas, it's the season of miracles. A miracle may just be what I need to actually pull this off seeing that the end of this year really hasn't gone the way I want it, but hey I'll take it. I don't think I need a miracle based on the talent I posses it should be enough, but I feel like that won't be enough to convince you. But if what I've said isn't enough, I think a miracle could convince you. So get your egg nog ready everyone, because you're all in for a show. I know everyones been so patient to see it, and believe me I have been waiting a while for it too. But great things come to those who wait. I've been putting in the work for a year and half, and it's finally my time, Ahren's time. The Trill Fairy will spread his wings, and fly.. Straight to the top.

Re: EAW Promoz! December 11th 2017, 4:40 pm by **Amani**

empire one - vs. daisy thrash

"The Gawd's little pet project."

Remember that, Daisy? I sure do. That's what you called me on the feed a couple weeks back when I won Rising Star of the Week. I really shouldn't have even addressed that little post, you didn't deserve the recognition. But hey, look what it got you: a match - a face to face confrontation - with me. I really hope you have the same energy when we meet, because coming for me when you weren't sent for?

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I know it's easy to judge from afar but the real challenge for you is if you can back your shit-talking up, Ms. Thrash. I know you're probably feeling that ego trip from beating Andrea at Bloodletter and gonna bring that up in your reply to this to try to get some leverage over me, but the gag is..no one even knew who either of you were when you came out. You were thrown into that match just to fill up spots, and that's the truth. Now, I know what you're gonna say next. "At least I was on the card!". Congrats, sis. I'll have you know I was asked to be apart of us ladies' first free-per-view in a bigger way to help boost the buys but I politely declined. As I said last night, I was solely there to scout both Aria and Cloud, nothing more. Even then though, just the Bomplex's interview and me making my entrance got a bigger pop than most of the show entirely. But I digress. I already have a world title match, what else do I have to work for until then? Nothing. It would've been just like this - a warm up for King of Elite. And I don't do warm ups on special events. Although, I guess I could have given you the satisfaction of getting your ass whooped on a more prominent stage to really humble you. Meh. I can't say you're entirely lost, however. You do have some fight in you, something I doubted after seeing your constant bitching and losses every week. Maybe this is a step in the right direction. It's just a shame I'm the one you have to face next because unlike Andrea, I'm no weak bitch. I've proven that time and time again. And that's where this gets hard for you. We can both go at it with words all week but none of it will matter in the end. The only thing that matters is who gets their hand raised and who's the one laying on the mat barely conscious. That being said though, I don't doubt you have plenty to say to me anyway considering the jealously has been building up since the announcement of the Gawd Complex. But it won't be anything I haven't already heard said under breaths backstage as I pass by or online. It's the same shit every time: "You're only getting _____ because of DEDEDE!", "You haven't worked for anything yourself!", "You fucked DEDEDE and Malcolm for this!". You're totally right! I didn't work for jack shit since I've been here! I didn't do anything myself! DEDEDE picked me out of the bunch because I'm just a bad bitch with a banging body, not a superior athlete! I get passed around like a blunt between the two of them so I can get world title shots! I definitely didn't beat anyone of any importance nor did I take out the Empress of Elite. That was a figment of allllll our imaginations.

Sure, Jan.

Let's run back what I've done since being here for the impaired, shall we? Let's see. First, I almost COMPLETELY dominate the NEO Combine - beating you, too - out of both the men AND women. My first match here, I take Cailin Dillon to her limits. She had to hit two finishers on me just to keep me down - something some people haven't even gotten up from the first time. Then came the Empress of Elite tournament. I beat the supposed "legend" Miss Manami in the first round. Sure, I lost in the second round and didn't go down without a good fight but I was so honored to even be included in it, I lost sight of what I really needed to do. And as I later found out, there was a little favoritism going on during that tournament. I'm sure you could relate to and understand that, Daisy. That was when I first realized I had to change what I was doing, switch it up on y'all. So I answer Consuela's little open challenge for the Specialists title and I damn near win the thing. I pushed Consuela to her absolute limits. That's more than you will ever get to say. I get a standing ovation - as I should - from the crowd and a showing of respect from the champ herself. I'll admit, that warmed my heart, and it put me on the map as a legitimate threat. However, I injure my knee in the process of said match-up. I don't think about it until I get to the back, but how serious is it? I go to the doctor and they tell me the results of the MRI scan I had taken. I wanna share this with the world, with my fans. But how does that go? Terribly. A now irrelevant bitch named Madison Kaline takes it upon herself to try to injure me further. Too bad she sucked at that too. Now she's where? Oh, that's right. Back home in wherever-the-fuck-who-cares-anyway, U.S.A. with her also irrelevant baby daddy, nursing her wounds and will probably never get the chance to wrestle ever again.

You're all welcome.

You all saw what I did to Madison as such a wretched, disgusting act of violence but chose to ignore what she did to me. That's injustice. I'm glad she's retired, I'm glad I'll never have to hear her name announced nor see her basic ass face, and if the opportunity presented itself.. I'd do it all over again. Tear that ligament right off the bone ONE MORE TIME! In fact, if I have to, I'll do it to you too, Daisy. You doubt my skills and abilities just like the rest of my haters all because you can't do what I do. Must be frustrating seeing me livin' my best life every week as you go to sleep in a raggedy, old van. Or was it an RV? I don't even care to remember. You take shots at me on social media, keep doing it. Because that's as close as you're gonna get to laying the hands down on me, girlie. You see where I'm from, the great city of Chiraq, we settle business directly, not from behind a keyboard. You can take me not tweeting you back or whatever as a victory but the real one is yet to come. Thursday is when it begins for real. Like I said, it's about who gets their hand raised in the end. It's about who the best woman is. And you best believe that woman is me.

Your true Empress of Elite..

The First Lady of the Bomplex..

and most importantly, your next EAW Women's World Champion..

Astraea Jordan.

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