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Re: EAW Promoz! November 24th 2017, 4:02 am by **Jon McAdams**

“Money,” McAdams steps out of his limousine as the camera follows him from behind. McAdams is wearing a black suit with a dark grey button up and black tie. His feet touch ground on a long red carpet with aisle runners on each side of it. There are people outside the roped off area with microphones and several other folks walking down the runway. The symbol and words reading Phoenix Children’s Hospital on every post and patterned nicely on the carpet. McAdams struts down to the end while shaking several people’s hands and smiling. He heads down into a room where several children are sitting. Some of them look fine, some look like they may be suffering from some ailment but all of them are partaking in a thanksgiving dinner with family members around them. McAdams walks past them and heads towards a table with the words Thank You Jon McAdams on them. It is slightly raised above the most of the other tables. McAdams steps up onto it and sits down as the Cameraman joins him.

“It’s funny how people view men with money. Often times it is used to paint a man as evil or greedy. It’s never used as an illustration of good… but why not? Look at these children. Did you know that this entire hospital runs on donations? It’s true. I have given them an entire wing right out of my pocket but because I am the man with money and not all of my business ventures are… wholesome I am still the bad guy. It would be absurd and frustrating if I cared about what people thought about me. But That is the nice thing about having this much money. I can afford to care or to not care. I can exist as I will. I can come out here and throw millions of dollars into charity and then in the same day shut down some shit factory in Missouri and put hundreds of people out of a job because they aren’t making me money. It’s all just good business. I do these things partially for the tax right off but also because it helps with the merch revenue. While this may be a small part of my revenue stream it is an important one. It helps me determine my worth in this company, even as a ‘bad’ guy, I can view the success of what I am doing by what those filthy mongrels out there are enjoying or not enjoying and I can put it against opponents such as yourself, Finn. And you do decently well for yourself. No doubt it is more money than you have ever been used too in your life but by comparison it is insignificant. It is something worth noting and pairing up.

You are the youngest of three and initially trained by your oldest sister, Faye, as well as Johnny Rivers and Larry Blackwell. In other words, you were trained by whatever you could get. That’s not a total slap in the face, but it’s merely stating a fact. Those who were around, those whom you could afford growing up, they were the ones to train you. I know you didn’t come from a wealthy family and while Faye Wakefield may have success it doesn’t mean that you or your trainers are particularly expensive… and well… Money does talk. You might say that they had heart! Or tenacity! Or years of experience but nothing says more for a person’s credentials than pure and proven success at the very top of the business and nothing can afford that kind of credential like a whole lot of money. And here I stand opposite of you, raised into wealth and bred early on to be a fighter, my family hired the very best in the world to teach me at a young age how to bring the pain. As I got older I began making my own investments. Even now, my money is used to hire the best of the best. Hall of famers, current world champions, former wrestlers to observe, train, and teach me all they know. When they feel like they are being underutilized you’d be surprised how many of them will buckle for just a few extra dollars. You grew up training with the best you could find in West Suffolk and I was trained by the best in the world at every part of my life.

They say that regardless of your training, the best teacher is always going to be experience and I am one to believe that. I think there is experience in learning how to wrestle growing up, but it is far overshadowed by the actual physical experience of fighting in an EAW ring. I would venture to say there is nothing like it in the world. No promotion is greater, no ring is comparable, not in money, merch, fists, and blood. There is nothing that prepares you truly for what you start to experience here. I am not sure if you wrestled anywhere else before coming here but I know you signed your contract and joined the roster last year, I believe a few months after I had been here. From what I understand this is your first actual competitive combat sport. It is impressive to go from no experience to champion, but this is another area in which I have you beat. I was here longer than you were and beyond that I’ve been competing in rings for a very very long time while you were still fighting your sister in the hills of England and the timing isn’t really your fault. You made the move when you could based on what you had but I got here first. They saw me and took an interest before they came to you and that is also important. I put my name out there, I had the resources to do it and I made myself known and they came knocking right away. That what money can do. Money can buy referees. Money can buy producers and agents and management. Money takes a man like me and puts him miles above a man like you in every sense and advantage. While you have to fight and scrap and push for everything you get, I get to live lavishly and be groomed and taught and trained and sculpted into the perfect fighting specimen. Please understand that it’s not exactly easy here. It is hard work. It is very hard work but this is my main and final point. I do all of this even though I don’t have too. I am very rich and I could live a life of wealth and knowledge and die in luxury while you pour yourself into this sport and die unfulfilled after failing so many times to make it to the top and ending up with nothing like so many retired Elitists. I do this because my passion is greater than yours. People think money makes you soft, or weak, that its so much harder to grow up in the streets, or grow up with less. That’s funny. Most men with money have that money because they aren’t willing to give up on life. I have money because I am a fierce fighter who never let up on my goals. This company was my fathers but it was not handed to me. I took it by force and now that man is in prison. This wrestling contract I have, I had to work for, and sweat for, and bleed for just like everyone else and the upperclass all told me the same stupid things. Why would you do that? Why would you put your body on the line like that? What is the point? You already have everything you want.”

McAdams steps off the stage as the ceremonies begin and gets back into his Limousine. The Cameraman follows him and films him as they drive off.

Nobody gets it. Nobody understand what I want. I want to be on top of this company as a fighter. A competitor. An Elitist. I want to compete at the highest level and prove myself as Sovereign. Knowing full well that a match like The Blackout Match on sunday could potentially end my career, or worse, make life harder to live from here on out I will still step into that ring and do you know why? Because I love this more than anything else I have ever done. I eat, breathe, and shit this. All the money in the world can’t take away what you truly love and this is that. Finnegan, I think you love this, but I think you love this like a man would love his wife in an arranged marriage. You had no choice in the matter. All of your family are wrestlers. Each one of them only wrestled. You grew up in it, it’s all you could ever know. There is no choice in that. Not really. You do this because to you there could never really be any other options. This is a forced passion. This is a forced love. This was thrust upon you at a young and impressionable age and now you are the bottom end of your brothers and sisters scratching your way to the top of something you’re clearly uncomfortable with. You are shy and nervous and an introvert while your siblings are naturals at this. You may have a way in the ring but it shows in all your actions and all you do. Money gave me the most valuable thing in the world. A choice to do exactly what I wanted to do and I definitely found it and do it because of my love for it. But Finnegan, it’s clear based on what you do each and every week. You are perfectly adequate. Maybe sometimes above adequate, with momentary flares of brilliance but how many people in the world do jobs that they are just adequate at? Not world changing stuff. Not really. It speaks to your talent as a man and what you can do in the ring but it says a lot about you that you are only able to rise so far. I do this for the love of it. You do this because you don’t know what else you can do. I can help you out of that though Finn. I’ve given it a lot of thought. You could continue down this road only to learn that this sport is truly only for your brother and sister and you could learn that maybe you should be something more of a hobby wrestler and leave the real wrestling to those who know they belong here. Maybe start work as an enhancement talent or something in the middle. A trainer maybe? Or instead… how about you come work for me? I promise fair hours, a good wage, maybe something in one of my factories. I can promise you that if I close a factory that I would have you transferred to a new one. I have so many options for you, Finnegan! You could work in one of my offices, you’d likely be a perfectly adequate receptionist, or maybe even a floor supervisor or manager. Yes, I could see you fitting in quite nicely. You look like the kind of person who would do adequately in an office environment. You have the right body for it. You could make decent money, have health insurance, and you’d never have to step into the ring and put your body on the line for something you’re just not called to do.

You may even make an adequate bodyguard. How does that work for you? Then you could still be here and still be a part but your main job is to keep filthy commoners away from me. It’s still physical but I figure, why waste a learned skill? You could do so much with the perfectly adequate person you are. The only thing that I can’t let you do is be New Breed Champion any longer. That title can no longer be held by men without pedigree, men without money, men without substance. It can no longer be the title held by adequate people. It must be by those who are the future. I am ready for it. I want it. I have in every sense of every word this week shown you that I want it more. So let’s end this charade and get to it. You have time to accept my offer and willingly throw yourself into the electric pit and no more harm will come to you. I promise. But should you reject it, this one time offer, I will lay into you with everything I have. My knees will break every part of you, I will lacerate you with every weapon I find, I will use items in ways you would never have thought a man could or would ever wield. I will show you the degree of training that I have received. The best that money can buy. Boxing, Wrestling, mixed martial arts, striking, weapons, melee training. All of it. Experience in the ring that far exceeds your own and even more experience in this style of fighting. Finnegan Wakefield, I am certain you have already figured out that I am far more deadly of an opponent than you were ever expecting. I am certain that you came into this believing that you should take me seriously, but that ultimately you knew you had it in the bag. But since this week has started you’ve started to doubt if that is true. I’m sure you hear this, you watch this, you observe this and have begun to truly doubt yourself. That is good. That is realistic. Finnegan Wakefield, most people looking in have viewed me as the underdog, they look at this match and think Finnegan can win this. The locker room itself isn’t giving me a chance but we both have experienced something very different this week, yeah? You’re seeing what I really am for the first time and I think you’re finally getting the picture. Finn. When you lose to me, I don’t necessarily want you to beat yourself up over it, because for one thing, you will already have had your body ravaged and mutilated by me, and two, you had no idea what you were walking into. It’s almost not fair, right? No one told you I would be like this. In fact, I am certain most people didn’t say anything at all to you about me because the truth is, many in the back don’t think very much of me but that is exactly why so many of these hall of famers, champions, these midcarders come up against me and find themselves staring up at the lights while I have my hands raised. Not for nothing but I am competing on a whole other level and at the rate that I am working and fighting and training and preparing and competing what hope could you have honestly had? You are going to do your best and I applaud that, but I have no time for mercy’s and I am not losing another opportunity. You will find this to be true when I come for you. When you see what I have planned out. When you see what money gives you.

When you look back at this week and you have the epiphany over everything that I am saying. You are the light, you are the working man, you are hard work and perseverance and beautiful in ring work. You are a testimony to the will of man, and you will display it on sunday. But I am darkness and your light won’t be able to outshine what I bring. I am the pinnacle of what money can buy, I am that shallow truth that spits in the face of everything you preach. That harsh reality. I am the total package and the proof that it isn’t always about how hard you work, it isn’t always about how good you are and that in all reality and truth, it is about those things that people consider evil being the best and most honest way of living. The Darkness that I harness, the true palpable power that I bring to the table, the absolute and daunting charisma that I have, the money that has bred this machine that stands before you and is coming to take you down in front of the whole world. Understand, little Finny, I am not just another wrestler. You are looking at the very system that the world rages against. I am big money, and I am the unfairness of the world. Tell me what can a boring and obsolete little man like you do to a monster like me?

Nothing. I know all you want to do is wrestle. I know all you want to do is prove yourself in the ring but that is not how this company works and that is not how this business works and that is not how the world is. You don’t get to succeed the way YOU want too by only doing the parts that you want and nothing else. I don’t go to those charities because it’s fun or because it’s good press. I go to those things because that is my job. You cannot encompass one thing here. To rise to the top you must be the greediest, the most enviable, the hardest worker, the best in the ring, the most charismatic, the most evil and the most good, you must be the epitome of anything that people hate and love. Wrestling… is partially what will matter at shock value but it is important that you learn this lesson. In fact, if the whole world took the time to learn this they’d understand why they are all so very inadequate. It is not just the match. The end goal that determines the outcome. It is everything you did leading up to it that is going to matter. So is your head truly in this? Are you truly prepared? Because it’s been a little while since I’ve heard from you and while I understand that it is thanksgiving I want you to realize something. I didn’t take a break because I WANT THIS MORE and I will take every opportunity from you while you take a moment to reflect on what you are thankful for. Be thankful for this time. This week. Each moment you still have a title, be thankful. Because soon it will be over. And then you can be thankful about a whole new thing. You can be thankful that the burden has been taken off your shoulders. You can be thankful that that title is on someone who deserves it. You can be thankful that the New Breed Championship is about to reach new heights because it is on the tallest shoulders it could possibly be on while your crippled body recovers from the beating I give you. You can be thankful for that.

I look forward to hearing you take one more lifeless crack at me before our time comes, but it is doubtful you will hear from me again. I will see you at Shock Value, and if you’re lucky, I’ll be the last thing you have to see before the shame sets in. I implore you until then to raise a glass. You’re going to need a drink. Because after this weekend, your dream is over.”

Re: EAW Promoz! November 24th 2017, 12:20 am by **Amadeus**

Amadeus stands at a window in a hotel room, looking out over the Tokyo skyline at night, bright and bustling. He's dressed in a black suit, absently winding and unwinding a string of Buddhist prayer beads around his hand. His shoulders slump, moreso even than usual.

Sometimes I feel like there's someone behind me, placing weight after weight upon me, as if they're trying to see just how much I can take before I break. I come home to Japan to find answers, to maybe find where I lost my way. To find perhaps one remaining structure to lean on, give me guidance, make sense of the cacophony of woe that seems to follow me wherever I go now. Instead, I find another funeral. Another loss. Another person that has abandoned me, though not through his own fault. My grandfather was not a well man; he had worked his body hard throughout his life in the business, taken many years off of his time here through deathmatches and the like. Still, he lived a long life nonetheless, died peacefully in his sleep. I have shed my tears. I will mourn him on my own. That's not for all to see. I will not beg for sympathy from those who hear my voice. Rather I give context for what's to come.

If anything, I don't feel sadness right now. This is one more loss, in a long list of losses that I've suffered recently. 'Suffering' ... it's funny, I used to talk about suffering like it was a good thing. I used to spout nonsense about how pain and suffering were good for people. I would claim things like how it spurred along evolution and forced us to be better. But instead, right now, I don't feel like evolving very much. There's a part of me inside that just wants to run away and hide. Close the door and hide away from the world and the myriad hurts that it brings us. But before my opponents go claiming victory, that's not what I'm going to do. I recognize the weak reaction of my body and mind, but I reject it. That's not what Grandfather would want. That's not what Brody would want. And that's just what Kenny Drake would want. For me to give up and walk away. To cry out that I've taken enough and I give up. And I will not give him the satisfaction. I say that I have these feelings because I recognize them, but I don't have to follow them. Instead, I will push forward, because if I turn and hide, try to shut away the world, then I lose more than this match, more than this title. I lose myself, what it means to be me. I have constantly spoken of triumphing over adversity, overcoming obstacles, and breaking past limits in the past. I didn't realize what true adversity was, the size and scope of the obstacles, and how painful those limits really are when you approach them. But though I realize now that I spoke out of ignorance, that did not completely negate their meaning. Just because the road is harder than I anticipated does not mean that it's time to turn back. Rather, I should push forward with more effort and determination because it is harder. I spoke those words in the past, and now it's time to make good on them. Make them true, and not just wind.

You won't hear me leaning into cliche and dedicating this match to Grandfather or Brody. To do so would to cheapen their memory, their legacy. They are so much more than one match, one moment, one title. I could spend a lifetime in dedication to them, amassing titles and accolades by the plenty, and I would still fall short of doing them justice. No, I must fight for one thing and one thing only: myself. I must fight to stand on my own, prove that I am not just the broken puppet that my opponents must see me as, one whose strings have been cut to lay bonelessly on the ground. I will not be seen as an afterthought in this match, as one who has already lost his title. Carlos and Moongoose are like vultures, and they see me as a small animal on his last legs. They circle around me, waiting for me to die. Well, I may be wounded, I may be lost, but I still have life within me yet. I will still show them that I am dangerous. One benefit to being lost is that I am unbound, free. The two of them? They are trapped in a cage, literally as well as figuratively. They are two men who have to win Sunday night. Each is heavily favored over me because of my recent woes. To vie for my title but not succeed. It would be a heavy blow against them. For Carlos, it would kill his chances of ever getting a shot at the World Championship he so covets. If you can't defeat a wounded and damaged champion like me, what chances would he have against an indomitable one like Jamie O'Hara, or against the blazing rising star of Chris Elite, should he be victorious where so many others have failed. And for Moongoose, he has to win as well. He is so wrapped up in how people see him, how seriously or not seriously they take him. He's so wrapped up in where his place is on the card, feeling slighted if he's asked to open the night. If Moongoose loses here, he falls further and further away from that coveted main event slot that he thinks he's deserving of. They both need this victory, they are both expecting this victory.

And neither of them can have it. It's mine. I'll come back and back, rising up after being knocked down over and over again until I claim what is rightfully mine or my body finally gives up on me. I need this victory too, but not to cement my place on the card or line myself up for a world title match. I need this victory for myself. To hang on to one of the last things in this world that has not been stripped from me. This Interwire title is rapidly becoming one of the few things left to me. Keeping it may not make the road ahead of me any clearer, but it does give me a touchstone, an anchor to keep me balanced. One last comfort that I will not allow either of you to take away from me. I've had very little agency in recent weeks, agency to keep my life from being pulled apart. I had no way of stopping most of the recent tragedies that have befallen me. But the Interwire title? Keeping it is one thing that I can do for myself. I have the power to keep it in my grasp and ward away you two vultures looking for easy prey. Sure, I may be wounded, but the wounded animal that is backed into a corner fights the hardest of all. He fights the hardest to protect what is left to him, because if he loses, annihilation awaits.

And I will fight with everything that I have. It doesn't matter how much Moongoose needs to prove that he's more than a joker. It doesn't matter what tricks Carlos has up his sleeve. I don't care. They can do their worst to me. Break my body. Crush my spirit. Leave me a bloody mess. I will rise again. I will keep my body moving through sheer will and determination. I will retain my Interwire title, though the odds be stacked against me. I will not allow either of you to break me. I have absorbed these losses, injuries, abandonments, and betrayals and I still stand. Being trapped in an electrified cage with the likes of you two? I will not succumb to that.

I will survive.

I will thrive.

Black.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 11:57 pm by **Aka Manah**

Try to understand for a minute what it takes to be true to yourself. Listening to what you just said, Moore, made me realize that you exist in a state of self-chaos that has destroyed greater men, but to your credit, I will say it’s impressive that you’re able to stand on your own two feet at the end of every day; I know for a fact that during my darkest times, I definitely couldn’t. Those days are gone. The darkness lies in the past, Moore. Don’t aim to bring it back; seek to move forward. There’s only one way to complete mental liberation and that’s by shifting every fiber of your being towards the light. You know my backstory, and you know what brought me here. You understand what my motives and intentions are, and I hope I showed you on Dynasty last week the extent I’m willing to go to in order to complete my goals.

The tide always sweeps back what it sends out to shore - that I’m sure you know. You flow in and you flow out whenever you want Moore, it’s what people like you do. Again, you’re a mass-produced shell of a person, and I think you realize that too, on some level if not a conscious one. Everything else you say I can brush off as lazy edginess like the fact that you’re a “self-described sociopath”, but the one thing that ticks me off is your ego. A question - who do you think you are? Sure, Jacob Moore, I’m sure you’re over the moon with the fact that you’ve returned into somewhat of a favorable position in this company and on this show, both backstage and out here, but come back down to reality and try to understand what your place really is. Men like you belong in the dirt, or below it I should say after the burial that awaits you tomorrow night. Do you honestly think that the fans are cheering FOR you? I think you need to realize that at this point in time, the concept of Jacob Moore is more enticing than the man behind the curtain. A good deal of time away is a surefire way to get the fans to miss you, but ultimately all that boils down to is the fact that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I guarantee you that in two weeks time, especially after you lose to me at Invictus, not a damn person in that crowd is going to have a single measure of care for you. That’s the harsh truth of the world, Moore, and one I’ve come to accept. I’ve faced complete solitude being in an arena of over twenty-thousand, but the harshness fades over time and in the end, I’m only stronger for it.

Take your mind of off childish topics Moore. I may look like a ladies man but I’d sooner die than associate with that gender. I don’t need distractions and I don’t want to end up like one of those famous guitarists who have to pay their wives eleven-thousand a month for life. Your ego is hilarious, please tell me in what world you deserved anything more than the battle royal at Pain for Pride, hell, even Amy-Jayne was more worthy of her time on that stage than you were. This sport is only inherently selfish for the simple-minded like yourself who have no capacity to see past the allure of gold. An untrained, stupid dog runs for the raw meat every time without caution even though they fall through the hole on the path there; the trained one bides its time until it’s the right moment. Street dogs like you don’t get anywhere Moore, and don’t get me wrong - I’ve been there too, but I’ve learned a lot since then. Patience is my biggest friend. I’ll take a thousand losses before a single win, and it just makes that win all the sweeter at the end of it. My holier-than-thou attitude isn’t a facade, and the fact that you’re calling my mindset holier-than-thou just goes to show your inability to understand it.

I know what this is about, Moore. Frankly, your inconsistency shows me nothing more than a lack of faith in your ability to achieve your goals, and I think that’s because at some subterranean level of your brain you realize that the simple lust for a leather strap of gold is nothing more than a superficial gold that hits your brain in the same way a drug like heroin does; great, the absolute best thing in this world, but at the end of it you’re just left wanting more and more until ten years later you’re a shell of your former self, a zombie with no more ambition to do anything else in this life than to hunt more and more gold down. And just take a look at this company, look at the evil extents men have gone to, all for what? Gold? Glory? Having your name etched in the record books? My name will be there one day, Moore, but for something that you couldn’t dream of accomplishing - and you may call it nothing more than an impossible, hopeful dream, but it is my goal. That’s why I can sleep at night at peace with who I am. At the end of it, winning gold is a side-quest, a very rewarding one, but it being the ultimate one is the way to complete corruption of the mind.

You can choose to take what I say as petty insults, or you can think for a moment and understand what I’m really saying to you. I’m not going to spell it out because I hope you’re capable of deducing a conclusion from a series of points, but your barbaric mind will see it as petty insults and ignore it. If you don’t want to take me seriously as a threat, there’s nothing more I can do than to prove you wrong tomorrow. I’d love to live in your delusional bubble where me beating you would make me world famous. While it is good to feel so strongly and confidently in yourself, I feel like I have a moral obligation to tell you that you’re dead wrong. Dynasty isn’t my destiny, and the shadows that speak to me tell I’m destined for more. You can pretend like you’re in high demand, but the truth is you were hired back out of pity and the only reason you’re on Dynasty is because Showdown and Voltage didn’t want you. But I’m sure the headlines read different things in your little world.

Perhaps I was nothing more than an enhancement talent, but I feel things are about to change very soon. I’ll even let you pretend that you had something to do with my comeback once the wave hits Moore. We’re on a very fragile scale of balance right now but I’m about to kick you down and shoot myself up. Beating you at this point is a personal goal - one that I can assure I will accomplish. I’ll agree that no one knew my name in the past - and they still don’t, because yours is no stronger as to make mine any bigger. There are big expectations of you Moore, for StarrStan to see whether hiring you was a complete waste of time and money or not. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to prove that right. You say you’re weeding out the weak, and I concede that I haven’t done much to prove myself worthy, but that’s what our match at Invictus will ultimately determine. A punishment it is indeed to be in the ring with you, but it’s one I will revel in, because a chance to humble you while boosting my own stock - that sounds like fucking Christmas.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 11:16 pm by Guest

INVICTVS II

Nico Borġ: As Thanksgiving festivities slowly begin to wind themselves down and the deafening din of clattering plates and rowdy relatives soon fades to solemn silence. It is at this moment that one can really begin to contemplate just what he is most thankful for. I know that there are a lot of people right now who are just sitting down to think about what it is that they are grateful for. They are counting up all of their blessings, no matter how small, and are finding some blessed contentment in the little things. The things that so often are taken for granted. That’s family… Friends… That the turkey wasn’t dry this year… That it was but nobody said anything. And some are even have some pretty big things to be thankful for. Right now Starrstan is probably enjoying something like his first moment to himself all week. As his weight slumps into the chair he is thinking to himself “Thank God”. Thank God that I didn’t just walk out on Dynasty with the Answers World Championship still draped over my shoulder. Thank God that his foot-dragging over my contract didn’t result in him losing the only man on the Dynasty roster with any chance of matching the success of a Tiberius IV or a Jamie O’Hara right now. If Starrstan hadn’t seen the wisdom in accepting my demands regarding Invictus, regarding the future of the Answers World Championship, then the future of Dynasty could have been put in great peril. Hi stewardship over Dynasty was so desperately close to going down as one of the worst of all time. Now it looks to be written into the history books as one of...perhaps THE very greatest. The Answers World Championship now has an ordered and professional system for determining it’s contenders that will only help to bring more prestige to the title. And what is more, it is held by the kind of hard working, talented, and deserving Champion that Dynasty can be proud of. A man whose name Starrstan and Dynasty as a whole will honour with deserved thanks at INVICTUS.

Chorus: Let us praise The Invictus for his glorious grace, for the free gift he gave us.

Nico Borġ: Another man who is very thankful right now Sebastian Monroe.At a point it looked as though he had lost everything. Despite a success filled tenure as General manager, he was eventually forced out to make way for the inexperienced and, as we have learned, incompetent Starrstan. One moment he was looking down from the heavens over the brand that he had worked so tirelessly to build. The next, he was plummeting from the sky like lightning. But he too has his reasons to remain grateful. He too is thinking “Thank God”. Thank God that Nico Borġ, this bright starlet that Monroe had scouted and brought to EAW in the first place, has so quickly reached… No. SURPASSED all of that potential that Monroe saw right at the very Genesis of this story. Thank God that we have found each other. Monroe, a man of shrewd business acumen, and I, growing in stature as an athlete worth investing in… An athlete worthy of one’s faith and total confidence. We are blessed to share a vision for Dynasty. And together as agent and client we have already accomplished what was totally beyond either of us alone. We have stopped the rot. We have cleaned up the mess that Starrstan has created by allowing the inmates to run the asylum for too long. Monroe may no longer be on the EAW payroll as General Manager, but as the agent and legal advisor to Dynasty’s single most important soul, he still holds the key to the kingdom. Together we are shaping Dynasty in our own perfect image. And that is something that is something that everyone should be thankful for.

Chorus: He did as he had purposed, and made known to us the secret plan he had already decided to complete by means of Christ. To bring all strands together, everything woven under the gaze of heaven, with the Invictus at its head.

Nico Borġ: However, let it be known that one man that surely has more reason thankful than most this Thanksgiving. Scott Diamond. The one thing that you have prayed for since your return has been to climb the mountain one more time and look down from the summit as a World Champion.Tomorrow night you get the opportunity to achieve just that. In fact, as incredulous as you sound about it, you do so as the legitimate one and and only number one contender who has earned his place in the main event by succeeding where it counted. And you have earned it. I can't take that away from you. You are a serious, driven athlete and Scott Oasis scarcely stood a chance. It just saddens me how ungrateful you appear. You just don't appear to have the fire in you that I thought you had. I was expecting the prospect of claiming this championship to mark the night as one of tremendous importance to you, but I see now that I was being too generous with my esteem. Perhaps it is a good thing that you aren't lying to me like Hurricane Hawk did. Well thank you Scott for not wasting my time with some drivel about how you want this more than me when you clearly can’t get themselves motivated for the occasion. You can dress it how you want. You can tell me that the issue is that the match isn’t on FPV or that I’m not a “spectacular” enough Champion to excite you. But those are only flimsy excuses for your inability to show a little emotion for what counts. ANd I’m the boring one? I find that rich coming from the mouth of somebody so forgettable that clearly even the best of us have trouble distinguishing him from a Scott Oasis or a Diamond Cage. Forgettable. That Sounds about right. If not for my decisive actions as Answers World Champion, forgotten is just what you would have been. The Pizza Boy would have gotten his rematch or HBB would have politiked his way into a shot on name value without having even been around. Then once I had cemented my place some other upstart would have run their mouth or assaulted me to jump the line without Starrstan ever giving a thought to all the patient souls still waiting. Scott Diamond for all his efforts would still be lost in the undercard shuffle, squabbling with the Hurricane Hawks and the Darkane’s of this world over a consolation prize. Be grateful for this opportunity Scott, try to get a bit of excitement in you before the bell rings. Because this opportunity will not come again. Not for a long time. I have come to cherish the little things, because you can do everything right and the floor can still be whipped out from under you if you aren’t looking. I didn’t get it at the time but looking back the thing that I am most grateful for isn’t finally becoming Answers World Champion. It isn’t the streak. Or the Cash In The Vault. It’s Athena Vendetta costing me the Championship all of those months ago. That moment taught me some the perspective that you are lacking right now. It made me the champion that I am today. That’s one with the dignity to cherish every chance to prove exactly how dominant I am. One who doesn’t, as you accuse, need anybody to fight my battles in the ring but who week in and week out will stand to fight any man who has earned the chance. Meanwhile you are are still content with talking high and mighty without ever having the guts to prove it. Just be thankfully that this will be over quickly.

Chorus: Ave Invictus

Nico Borġ: Unvanquished, Unconquered.

Chorus: En Nico, Níka

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 9:14 pm by **Darkane**

Dynasty V

"Today's the day you're supposed to be thankful."

Darkane blurts out, sat on a public bench, empty cans of beer surrounding his feet, snow beginning to drift down from the sky gently, meshing with Darkane's greasy hair.

"Truth be told I'm not thankful for much and why should I be? This world has gone to hell in a handbasket rather quickly. Thanksgiving is all but folklore to me, it's a made up holiday where people gather around a dining table and wear faulty smiles towards each other which masks their hideous nature underneath and their outright detestment for each other, for example: There's always that token dopey son in law who also wears a false smile who plans to turn his rags to riches when he butters up to the wealthy grandpa who's just about cooked, and also has an advanced case of Alzheimer's and doesn't know whether to shit or wind up his wrist watch half of the time, until finally one of the family members bolts up from his or her seat and calls the son in law out in front of the whole family, they argue back and forth while everybody else stays as quiet as a mouse pissing on cotton, except for the grandma who has burst into tears all while the turkey is burning in the oven, and on top of that the dog is carrying the lifeless cat in its mouth thus turning Thanksgiving into a day from hell. My point is, people aren't upfront with each other and people aren't going to go out of their way to make a habit of doing so. People always have secretive insecurities and grudges that they hold not just against people, but life itself. People are liars, they're deceivers, they're two-faced monsters and they'll shit on you the first chance they get as long as they obtain whatever they're after. There's no such thing as Thanksgiving."

"That's a bunch of bologna!" A brittle old woman with grayish/blue hair wrapped up in the form of a bun behind her head argues.

Darkane grabs his Hardcore Championship protectively and moves it to the other side of the bench, knocking over some of the empty beer cans.

"Just because you haven't had the best of experiences on Thanksgiving doesn't give you the right to generalize how people act on Thanksgiving!" She continues on adamantly.

"Are you going to read me the riot act now? I can do whatever the fuck I please, I don't need your seal of approval." Darkane heaves back and hurls a rancid beer infused spitball towards the old hag but misses.

"You're sick! You're a very sick man! You should seek help why you can." The old lady speeds up from 0.5 to 0.8 mph and zooms on by Darkane.

"Oh don't worry, I've been to my fair share of headshrinkers lady and they're all a bunch of money grabbing cocksuckers!" Darkane yells from the bench as she ignores him, vanishing into the night.

He lets out a lengthy beer belch and continues.

"That wizened bitch didn't let me finish, I'm thankful for one thing and that's my Hardcore Championship. Just look at her, how charming she is nestled amongst the snow flakes, I think she looks divine but some people have said to me the way her plates are broken and barely held together is reprehensible, they've said the way that the duct tape is spread out over her exterior is ugly and not representitive of what a championship should be, they've said that the title name written in black sharpie on the duct tape is halfassed yet I don't see it that way, I don't view her in such a negative light that others do, I see her for who she is and that's something worth fighting for; a championship that is battle tested. She may not have all the glitz and the glamour but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and what I see is pure perfection. I'm sick of people trashing and mistreating the Hardcore Championship like Hurricane Hawk, I'm sick of the constant put downs, the looks of aghast when I carry her around. Don't think I can't see the scowls. I do and I automatically add those people to my shit list. Hawk, you're on my shit list and you've been on it since the start of the week, you're trying to take my precious baby away from me and I won't have it, we've gone back and forth this whole week, you've brought up your achievements from the past and tried to copy and paste them into the here and the now but it's not working. You're out of order Hawk, you need so many repairs but I don't plan to repair you, I'm not going to fix whatever mistakes you've made in the past, I can't, you're too far gone, you need to be put out of your misery once and for all and I'm just the guy to do it. I've taken this endeavor upon me and I'm going to execute it with fine precision. You may think that you're the best fit for this title, that my hands aren't qualified enough to hold it, that you're without a shadow of a doubt the king of extreme, but you're wrong, I've slid into that spot now, I've had that label bestowed upon me by many in this company and I've embraced the label of the king of extreme with open arms. Nobody can rip that away from me, it's set in stone, I'm going to take that label that has been dubbed upon me and run with it, far and wide. It starts by absolutely annihilating you on Dynasty, to the point where there is no doubt, there is no second-guessing that I am what you want to be again, I am what you were a long time ago and I know that burns inside of you, it makes you want to rip every last blonde strand of hair out of your fucking head. I know you want to reclaim your status as the king of extreme but there comes a time in every man's life where he must pass the torch to somebody more deserving, at Dynasty you'll pass the torch whether you like it or not. I'll rip it out of your blood-stained hands if I have to, in order to ascend myself among the hardcore greats of this business and while you're there, weeping in a pond of your own blood, I'm going to take this title and I'm going to hold it right in front of your face and I'm going to rub it in, just to make you feel like pure dog shit. I'm going to let you know that you came up short even when you thought you brought it all and while the tears flow down your face, I'm going to use my free hand and shove you right back into that pond of blood so you can taste your failure, so you can choke on what you sacrificed, I'm going to remind you that everything you said during the week was all for not. It was all a bunch of fabricated bullshit and not even the vultures will swoop in and pick at your fallen corpse and at the death of your wrestling existence."

Darkane opens up a fresh can of beer, snapping it open and downing about half of it as he leans forward with beer dripping off of his chin.

"Wherever you are right now Hawk, whatever you're doing, whatever you're contemplating, I feel reassured that I'm right there as the devil on your shoulder, that I'm constantly weighing down on your mind, I'm the thundercloud above your head that stalks you everywhere you go, I can take pride in knowing that I'm taking residence in your thoughts, that your focus is one hundred percent on me. I want it to be on me, I need it to be on me, so when you fall on Dynasty it'll be that much sweeter, that when you do eventually take off and go to your safe place wherever it may be, I'll be right there alongside you, breathing down your neck, I'll be whispering in your ear that I am the Hardcore Champion and that nothing will take this championship away from me. Not a Hawk, not a Showslayer, not a Hall of Famer, when I say nothing, I mean nothing, this title is everything to me and I'll be damned if I let you even look at it, let alone hold it. Remember Hawk, I am the sweat that pours down your face, I am the blood that will fill your eyes, I am the bitter taste of defeat that will drop on your tongue, I am the thing that goes bump in the night, I am the reason why you lock your doors. I am your predator Hawk and you are my prey and the only thing you can do is try to fight back against the evil that is heading your way because when it comes to defending my Hardcore Championship, evil knows no bounds, there are no limits, there are no rules, there's just pandemonium. I am a malicious entity, a man on a mission, a grave worm that needs to be fed and Hawk is what appears to be on the menu tonight. So it's time to grab a knife and grab a fork and dig right in. It's time for a feast, a feast made for a king, a king of extreme."

Darkane downs the rest of the booze and crunches the can up, tossing it into a bush behind him, the snow really starting to pick up now as it falls past his bloodshot eyes.

"And as I sit here in this blizzard I begin to wonder.. what are you thankful for Hawk? What really makes you light up? What makes you tick? What makes that Hawk soar proudly in the sky? Perhaps the thought of taking this championship from me? The thought of Darkane laid to waste in the middle of that ring while you stand tall? Nah, I'll tell you what you should thankful for, you should be thankful that EAW has been so gracious to you, that they decided to throw you a fucking bone, you should be thankful that you still have hours to go yet while your body is still intact, let alone your sanity. You should be thankful that I'm going to teach you a lesson that you direly need to learn, that the Hardcore Championship is in fact in the right hands and it is being taken care of to the fullest degree, you should be thankful that I'm going to put an end to all the torment, to all the excruciatingly painful disappointments you've endured over your career. Maybe it is indeed a time for celebration and merriment, maybe Thanksgiving isn't all that bad, maybe I just need to open my eyes a little bit more, or maybe I need a good night's sleep from all this booze I've tossed down my throat, so that I can dream of a world where Hurricane Hawk will cease to exist, a world where he isn't such a fucking nuisance trying to nip at my ankles, where I still reign as your Hardcore Champion at the end of the night."

He pauses for a moment.

"But it won't be a dream Hawk, it'll be in the here and the now and certainly not in the past, a place that you can't let go of, but you need to let die."

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 8:59 pm by **Abelard Becker**

Oh shit, it's Thursday.

Thursday night...

And I've been silent all week.

Darn you, Thanksgiving. Darn you, Treasure for needing an emergency trip to the vet. Right before one of the biggest matches of my career too. Isn't it funny how things always seem to work out like that?

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First of all, Nico... it's Scott Diamond, not Diamond Cage. I'm genuinely not sure if you made a legitimate mistake or if this is some sort of game or trick you're trying to play to attempt to get into my head and psyche me out. And I don't want answer, I don't want to know because I'm not sure which one would offend me more.

I'm not a man that gets easily distracted... and I say that despite the aroma that's currently coming from my kitchen. I have a 25 pound turkey waiting to be carved, an endless spread of side dishes. I have my father here, my wife, my son, cousins, uncles, aunts... all famished, desperate to eat... but yet, here I am. Ignoring all of that just to talk to you.

You know, I can't blame everything on a hectic week... I could've gotten a response out earlier, but truth be told... I didn't quite know what to say, where to go, what route to take. I wasn't shocked or surprised that I defeated Scott Oasis, though I didn't say it, it was something I expected confidently. Maybe I didn't realize the full scope of everything though, maybe I didn't realize that when I beat him, I would become the number one contender to the Answers World Championship. Not placed into some sort of tournament, not one of five equal contenders... THE ONE AND ONLY contender to Nico Borg's Answers World Championship. Maybe I didn't realize the weight that a victory like that carried... who knows, perhaps if I did we would've seen a much different result. But alas, I overcame and I now stand before you and the world, on the eve of what is no doubt the biggest match I've had in years... completely unprepared. I've often preached about how I don't care for gameplans or strategies, they only serve to complicate things and cloud your judgement... and they hardly ever work. However I find myself this week desperately wishing I had one, wishing that I had some kind of substance or order to my thoughts. Right now they're scattered about without direction. Everything snuck up on me so fast, is this pressure? Is this what pressure feels like? Is this what it feels like to have yourself backed up into a wall with seemingly no escape? Perhaps it is, perhaps this is what REAL pressure is. I don't like it.

What would I be if I said... I don't want this? My goal, my main objective since returning has always been to reach that zenith again, to capture a World Championship... but this all feels... for lack of a better word, bleh... doesn't it? Nico even you must feel this way, is this really what you wanted your first championship defense to be like? On a Dynasty... albeit named after you, right in the middle of one of the biggest weekend of the year where wrestling is at the forefront of the minds of almost no one. It's less than ideal. I expected something grander, a much bigger stage, a much bigger moment... fireworks shooting up from the stage and confetti dropping from the rafters. But as Mick Jagger would say, you can't always get what you want.

But if you try some time... you just might find...

I need the Answers World Championship. Strip away all the glitz and glamour and all your left is with is that belt. That's all that really matters and I need to realize that, it's something easier said than done, though. I like big, I like spectacular, I've never settled for the ordinary or the mundane... after all, what's a cake without icing? That's not a rhetorical question by the way... it's bread. Slightly sweetened, boring ass bread.

I'm not disparaging the Answers World Championship, in fact I'm doing just the opposite. I'm claiming that it's worthy of a bigger moment. This Dynasty is akin to that slightly sweetened, boring ass bread... coincidence that it's named after you? But the Answers World Championship isn't just deserving of a more spectacular moment, it's deserving of a much more spectacular champion. I won't toe the line that so many others have... the automatic assumption that Cash in the Vault leads to a paper champion, that just isn't true, and if I tried to convince anyone that it was, I'd be being dishonest. You've proven yourself a phenomenal competitor, but your character falls leaps and bounds short. A man who feels the need to cower behind another, in your case... maybe even two is no man at all, certainly no champion. A champion fights. He leads the frontline. He's the first to arrive and the last to leave... there's much more to it than just being capable in the ring.

Am I a champion? I won't make such a definitive statement, but I can say this much... I'm certainly more of one than you.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 8:31 pm by **Lars Grier**

SHOCK VALUE PROMO #2

RETRIBUTION.

There are many hidden secrets in this world that nobody ever tells you. These are the facts and secrets kept away from you, but when utilised can destroy your enemies and place you further ahead into your goal. One: Control. Control, control, control. That’s what it’s all about in this business, and in life. The ability to control others, to manipulate them into doing what you want them to do and twisting their words and turning it against them. When you have the ability to control someone, you’ve essentially won; you can build them up then send them crashing back down to reality. Their minds will shatter, and their spirit will break well before you even meet face-to-face. It’s a niche I’ve gathered and have witnessed being used over the course of this business; so many of the legends, the icons, the ones who go on to become the World Champions and become the ones everybody recognize that know how to manipulate another human being. So many...so many of them have passed, and all have learned how to create their own world, and turn everyone else around them into nothing more than a marionette, their strings being pulled by someone else. I, unfortunately, had to learn the hard way. I had to suffer through it, before fully realizing that I was never in control. When I first fought Jamie, I came in head-strong. The world was in the palm of my hands, my head was in the clouds, but what I failed to see was Jamie cutting my legs out from underneath me. Well before we even faced off on Voltage, he had my mind running in circles, making me question my own credibility and allowing him to jump in easily for the swift, quick demolition of me. It hit me a few days after the match occurred, while I was pondering on the absurdity of it all: I was made to look like a complete fucking fool. That’s all I ever was. I wasn’t in control of my own words, of my own speech and my own actions, but instead under the influence of another, someone who knew how to twist my words and turn them into daggers he could stick into me. Lars Grier wasn’t controlling himself - he was in the world of another. The master manipulator, the man behind the curtains had turned me out to look like a fool, and act like a pawn. A fucking pawn, that’s all I was. That - that right there is the worst pain ANYONE could ever experience in their life. That feeling of being under someone else’s control without ever fucking realizing it. Imagine...someone standing far, far away from you. You’re aiming your rifle at them, and you’re completely sure that this bullet isn’t going to miss. As you steady, your finger resting on the trigger...the man smiles. He’s smiling at you, and you’re confused. “Why’s he smiling? What’s he doing?” Those are the questions you start with, but eventually, after a long while, those questions morph into ones that have been influenced by fear. “What does this man know that I don’t? Is he truly greater than me? Who am I?” Beginning to ponder over your own strength, your willpower slowly fades away, and your arm drift away, floating down…..and then he strikes. A sharp pain in your gut, as you slump down and left to wonder: “How could I have let this happen?” He didn’t do anything physical to harm you to make you drop your weapon, but instead, he used a more powerful weapon - fear. When he starts making you fear yourself, fear losing and failing, that’s when he has you exactly where he wants you. That was the predicament I was placed in that entire week. A pawn. A fucking pawn. Doesn’t that piss you off? Doesn’t it hurt and make you aggravated at the same time, to know that you weren’t under your own spell, and that you were turned out to look like a complete buffoon? I’ll tell you - it makes my fucking skin BOIL, it makes my head hurt just thinking about it. How? How on this lonely, green Earth could this have happened? I’ve spent weeks wondering, I’ve spent days and hours on end thinking about it, and now...now I have the answer. I know what I must do in order for that to never happen again. Not to me. Not ever. But….that’s the game we play. That’s the dangerous, dangerous game we choose to play in this world, and I know that I can’t play it, and further seek out for my redemption unless the one who walks out victorious at Shock Value is me. Unless I am the one who goes through the electricity, the shock, and a Killer...I can’t continue my quest. Why would I overlook you, Keelan? Why would I? We’re in this match for a reason, aren’t we? We’re fighting for a chance against the World Champion of this brand, a chance to become the one with the glory, the greatness and success, so why in the hell would I ever brush you off as someone of no worth? Simply put - I’d be a complete fucking retard if I did so. I’ve stated it before, countless times, and I will state it again - I know what to expect from you. I know the wars you’ve been through, what you’ve accomplished, who you’ve defeated, and how you’ve come so close to defeating Jamie. Nor am I disregarding when you defeated me that very first Voltage back from Pain for Pride. On three separate occasions, we’ve encountered one another, and each time I’ve always been the one to fall short. And that….pisses me the fuck off. Rightfully so. Each and every time, I felt that I should have been on top. Each and every time, I felt that I should have been the one standing tall over your broken body, but each and every time, I couldn’t. That irks me. But do you know what else it makes me want to do?

Prove.

Fight.

Evolve.

These losses - initially, they bring me down. They anger me, make me question my own integrity and strength, but do you know what else they make me do? They make me want to prove myself, to fight whatever obstacles come my way, and to learn from them...to evolve. The thing is - it won’t matter what I’ve proven to you. It won’t matter what I’ve proven to Jamie, to Carlos, to Amadeus, or to anyone else on this roster - it won’t matter, not unless I’m able to prove it again. When we battled inside that hellish contraption, the biggest mistake you ever made was coming into it with a preconceived conviction that I was still the same Lars Grier you defeated on Voltage. That I was the same Lars Grier who stood alongside you at Territorial Invasion. And what price did you pay for that ignorance? A FUCKING CROWBAR TO THE MOUTH. For all of your words of me being shit, for all the times you said that I wouldn’t even get close to that championship, I proved you so fucking wrong. Now...now we face ourselves in a different predicament. On this battlefield, we stand as giants over the rest. A lone mountain, created in the world that O’Hara sought out for us, but only one of us can stay on top to meet the king on the peak. It’s dangerous. Both the aftermath and the actual match are hazards to our careers, and has the possibility to put it in jeopardy. See - whoever is pushed...whoever is sent toppling down from that mountain will not only feel the physical pain but also the long-lasting effects of being so close. Whoever falls is sent back down that mountain, taking one of the hardest falls they’ve ever took...and they have to climb back up again. So please - don’t give me shit like “I have nothing to lose.” Bullshit. You have EVERYTHING to lose in this match. If you don’t win, you don’t get a shot at Jamie for his title. If you don’t win, you’re sent back to the bottom and treated as a walking failure by everyone around you. This isn’t a loss you can just recover from and stand saying “Oh, I’m fine! I’ll just go along my merry way!” No, no, no. If this loss doesn’t affect you after it, if it doesn’t change you in someway, then either you’re playing stupid, or you’ve been lobotomized even before this match has started. And as a matter of speaking - I’ve always found it funny the way you defend yourself, Keelan. The way you set yourself up so that when you fall, you look less of a fool. Or maybe, we all do the same. When humans falter, when we are unable to capitalize, there are always excuses that are fantasized, floating around our head. It just becomes the matter of who decides to use the excuses they conjure up, and those who take the hand that they have been dealt with, and deal with it. See - I’m just finding it very, VERY hard to believe that the only reason you lost against Jamie was because you “weren’t performing at 100%.” Out of all excuses in the world you could have possibly resorted to, this is the one you choose: “Not at 100%.” I get it; it’s an attempt by you to make yourself seem much more stronger than what you are perceived by many. It’s an attempt to make it seem like there’s unbridled strength within you, a dormant power that is just waiting to be unleashed...but have you ever stopped to consider just how fucking pathetic it makes you sound? You’re a veteran, so surely you must know this: Whether or not you’re on Voltage or on an FPV, whenever something important is on the line, whenever you’re put to the test - you always….ALWAYS bring your best. No matter what. If you aren’t fighting, if you aren’t putting forth the effort - then you’ll never be able to achieve anything in this business. As a matter of fact, using excuses such as saying that you weren’t at your best don’t make you sound powerful - it makes you sound weaker than you’ve ever been. It’s a message that is meant to convey superiority over another, but the way you use it makes it sound like such fucking bullshit. Just admit it. You lost. You fucking lost. Take it on the chin and be a man instead of generating some fantasy excuse to explain your shortcomings. You know it. You know deep down, deep inside your heart that you just weren’t good enough, and that’s fine. Do you see me bitching, do you see me moaning and making excuses as to why I failed at Road to Redemption? Why I failed so many times before? Simple answer - no. Admitting defeat makes you stronger than if you were to conjure up lies to cover it. But if this is all it takes for you to crack, if this is what it takes to make you start lying to both yourself and to this world..

Then you’re weaker than I could ever imagine.

Despite being a veteran to this world, you are but a young, young child floating in this deadly game that we play. I can see that excuse of yours, of “I wasn’t at my best!” It was a ploy of yours to try and get within the head of Jamie. You were using it as a way to make him doubt himself, making him doubt in his skills and abilities when you knew damn well that was never the reason. A weak-minded attempt by you in order to try and gain the upper hand in the game of control and manipulation, a lie conjured up by you in order to make it seem that you’re stronger than what you truly are. For all your years in this business, you still seem to be unable to understand what we subject ourselves to every time we fight for this company - a mental game. A battle of wits, of mental strength and who can gain the psychological edge over their opponent before they even encounter each other. It is here where you falter. You’re blind to see what Jamie did to you on Voltage, and what he did to you at Road to Redemption that made you come fingertips away from what you seek. That is the pain I speak of. The pain that you remember, the pain that you will never forget as long as I am the one who stands along your path. It’s all about control in this world, Keelan. That is what the story of our lives revolves around. No matter how hard we try and escape it, whether we are aware of it, it is always there. And you - your understanding of control is lacking. Everything about you is built around your past; what you have done, how you have done it countless and countless of times before, so surely you must be able to do it now! You look back to your past success, how you have been a World Champion in so many different companies beforehand, not once thinking about this - this world. This new era, where the competitors and fighters are smarter and have knowledge of e everything. Tell me, Keelan - what makes EAW like so many other federations from before? What makes you think you will be able to become Champion here? Just because you did it before? That - that is the frailest pole an individual can hang onto. Their past. Clinging onto it for dear life, using it as a weapon when you know how invalid and useless it is now. Quite frankly, what you’ve managed to gather up as to stake your claim as to why you should be the one facing Jamie are nothing more than straws; a false notion that because you came close, you are fit to become the king, and the cries of your past echoing throughout the halls, telling you that this will be just like the rest when you know fucking well that it doesn’t matter. None of it. But...if there’s anything that you’re right about, it’s that there is anger inside of me. A bottled-up rage that has been building, a chip on my shoulder that has built since King of Elite. Jamie once spoke to me about what gets under my skin, what irks me and makes my eye twitch - and he was right. It was seeing everyone around me pass by me, and move on to greater things. Seeing people who I worked alongside with, people who I battled move on to bigger, and better things, while I stood doing shit-all in this company, rotting away like some kind of fucking corpse. Ryan Marx. Nico Borg. Rex McAllister. Theron Nikolas - all names who have ran past me in the marathon and have had more opportunities than I can count. Opportunities against World champions, against legends and Hall of Famers, while I was stuck being nothing more than just another body thrown into the Cash in the Vault match. Wouldn’t you feel the same, Keelan? Wouldn’t you be mad if you could see everyone lapping past you, running a mile ahead? Doesn’t it makes you want to tear your skin and hair out? That is what I have been dealing with ever since I got my first glimpse of failure. A chip, a fire inside of me that has been flickering and smoldering slowly, but surely. I’ve tried to keep myself contained. I’ve tried to keep it all in, to remain calm whenever I failed. I’ve even tried to do stupid shit like yoga, meditation and breathing, but my mind always comes and brings back that pain. Now….I’m tired. I’m tired of it all. To everyone who’s tried to keep me content, to everyone who’s tried to cheer me up and make me feel better about myself:

Fuck you all.

Fuck all of you. Fuck you for trying to make me feel better. Fuck you for trying to console me, to make it seem like I did a good job reaching for that title. You all said that I should feel good about myself, that I should feel happy about standing in the position I stand in, but to you I say: What’s the point? What’s the fucking point of being a main-eventer if you don’t have anything to show for it? What’s the point of being called a “top prospect” and someone of worth when there isn’t shit to show? See - I’m tired of all of your words. I’m tired of your false support. I’m tired of keeping my composure intact, of keeping my rage inside. But mostly...I'm tired of me. I'm tired of the fact that I never come close. I'm tired of the fact that every time I charge, I'm knocked to the side and seen as some kind of fucking throwaway. I'll change all of it. ALL OF IT. Funny how I once scoffed at the idea of rage; stating that it would be the downfall of any man. I said rage would burn us up, leaving us vulnerable and prone to attacks from everyone else, but now...now is a different time. Now, I don’t give a shit. Now, I’m tired, and I am ready to take what is mine. Do you want to know what makes this time different, Keelan? What makes this different from Cash in the Vault, from Voltage, from Road to Redemption? It’s because now I am fucking UNLEASHED. Now, I am fucking pissed and I am ready to set everything ablaze in order to be able to face whoever walks out as the World Heavyweight Champion after Shock Value. Did you think the Chamber was a sight to behold? Did you think it was where Lars Grier was at his most brutal? Nah son - you haven’t seen shit yet. Maybe I may have made a mistake in referring to myself as the youngest world champion, but I sure as hell am not delusional by any means. Delusional would require something outlandish, something out of the ordinary - and last time I checked, nothing I’ve said isn’t out of my grasp. Everything I’ve said has been with truth and validity, while you go on chalking up bullshit that you didn’t give your best effort against the World Champion - such lies. You want to paint a world with my blood, create an orchestra from the sound of my bones breaking and my screams? TO HELL WITH YOUR WORLD. Your world doesn’t mean shit when I have a desire, and when I am willing to go to lengths that will be at your expense. Fuck your world, I’ll burn it to the ground in my conquest. I’ll burn EVERYTHING you have set up for me if that is what it takes for me to taste that piece of leather and invaluable material again. My screams, my pain and everything that I will go through in this battle will not be in vain. It will not be to further your desires, it will not be to fulfill your sadistic pleasure or your pursuit for that belt - it will, and has always been, for my conquest. My kingdom. MY CROWN. No delusion. No Killer. No lies. No more - but the truth, and redemption. That is what I seek in the end. Redemption, glory, and gold for The Raven.

All of it at the expense of The Killer.

Stand on the mountain, Cetinich. Fight, then fall.

As I stand atop with the keys to the kingdom.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 3:03 pm by **Jacob Senn**

Time passes irrevocably.

As much as we might want that fact to be one of fiction, we hold no power towards creating a path to where our past can be altered. We cling onto the ideal that the more we march through the journey of our lives, scrambling around to secure the desired goal that we have set for ourselves, it eventually will lead us to the promised land that will erase the mistakes of our past. However, those mistakes won’t disappear and those failures will continue to haunt us. The way that Mr. DEDEDE has brought disgrace to my name, the way that he humiliated me on the biggest show of EAW’s history, nothing I do will erase that blemish on the legacy that I have crafted with my own two hands. It’s a scar on my body that shall remain on me, a warning to those that dare to ascend too high as Icarus once did before them. Mr. DEDEDE struck me down and disgraced me in front of the whole world and the only thing that I’ve been left with is the idea, this notion that I need vengeance to be able to redeem myself, but I know the truth. I’ve made this soul-crushing realization throughout these many months, one that came from the pain that I’ve felt from the losses that continue to haunt me as ghosts from my past, and that will be the pain will never subside. The festering wound shall thrive within me and there will be nothing to quell it, but you have already come to know this, right Tomi?

Tomi Venus… a name that has been etched into infamy in this world of ours. Not only did you fall off the mountain when you scorned an entire brand, not only did you become an estranged interviewer that became comic relief for the audience to howl in laughter, but you were left at the wayside to flounder in life too. Who did you place your blame upon, however? The system? The company? The men who have the control to transform you into the star that you want to be in this business? No, you placed it onto me because of one hollow victory years ago. You put the burden on my shoulders that I led you down this spiral of oblivion that became your new home, but I find that to be quite inequitable. A victory against you on a Showdown that took place years ago, it doesn’t quite compare to something that would lead to the plunge into darkness that something like being defeated at Pain for Pride X to Mr. DEDEDE that I suffered this year, but blame me? Go ahead. Blame me like the rest of the world that has placed their accusations on my shoulder for what has gone wrong in this company! Blame me like all the members of the audience you despise because their hero of an elitist in Nasir Moore was denied the EAW Answers World Champion when I simply delivered justice unto him! Blame me for all of the ineptitude of the Dynasty roster because I’m denying them the opportunity to rise through the ranks for the world-class talent I have exceeding them! BLAME ME FOR ALL OF IT! PAINT ME AS YOUR VILLAIN AND MAKE ME THE SCAPEGOAT FOR YOUR OWN SINS! If it makes you sleep at night and look into the mirror at the man you are with ease, do it. You believe that everything that I have should have been yours, that my accolades should simply be gifted to you, but time passes irrevocably. It cannot be altered, changed to the desires that we have for our lives, only to walk through until the day that Death decides to snatch us away from the world. You might want to change the past or make it be forgotten to the world, but it will remain as a scar on your soul. Defeating me at Invictus, working your way towards the goal of being a world champion in this business, even achieving that goal and establishing your own Hall of Fame career in EAW, it all will not erase the moment where you became nothing more than the jester of this company. None of it will change the fact that while you slipped into the deepest darkness of this business, I thrived and pushed through the struggles of my life to become the man that I have today. So, what do I hope for at Invictus when we reunite for the first time in four years?

I hope you still have that ability, that you give me a fight to show what all of this darkness has gifted you, and that it will be worth it to you. For when I step into the ring with you, I’m coming to make sure to never forget the face of The Punisher.

Dampshaw November 23rd 2017, 2:56 pm by **Shackleford**

You have questions dear Reginald, well allow me to answer.
Firstly, why did I come after you after your defeat the other week? I arrived to lay down a challenge lad. A challenge to better yourself. I expected more from you, you have all the tools to be a big player in the grand scheme Reginald. A big player. But you have failed to take control as you did back on NEO. Yes you may feel you have been set up to fail, but failure was already assured, the moment you doubted your vision.
That brings me to your second question Reginald. What do I have to show for years of backbreaking labour?
That's simple Reginald.
I have faith.
I have learnt to trust the powers that be to guide me to where I need to be, aslong as I promise to give until my last breath, I will reap the rewards.
You have a vision, a course charted within your mind. You know where to go and how to achieve what you want, and that Reginald is admirable. But that puts pressure on each and everything that you do. Ever action, or lack of action, having a knock on effect. Yes you have managed to position yourself for king of elite, and that is by no means a minor feat. But a loss for you will have ramifications for your career you can't even fathom.
Why is blind faith better? Because I just have to keep my eyes open and snatch at an opportunity when it rears its head. No manipulation needed. I just remain faithful and opportunity presents itself. I lose faith and I lose everything.
I have already lost everything once before Reginald. I have felt rock bottom and I have picked myself back up and continue to rise.
First stop the glass ceiling, first stop Invictas, first stop Reginald Dampshaw III.
I do not claim absolution. I preach it.
You say that I cannot win this match? I don't need to say otherwise. I will show you otherwise.
There is a Prophecy to be fulfilled and I do not believe Reginald Dampshaw III is the being to hold back the hands of fate. I do not believe Reginald Dampshaw III is ready to become king. He has many wars to win before claiming that title. Now is not your time. It is soon but not now.

Just have faith.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 11:35 am by **Jack Ripley**

(We see Jack on a one horse sleigh with his wife. Jack is holding the reigns controlling the horses movement. How is he doing this you ask? Does Jack have any past experience with horses? I don't know, and nope. Sure his wife owns a horse, but he really hasn't taken he time to actually ride them. These aren't her horses by the way; Jack just saw a guy giving sleigh rides and was like I want that, and so he took them. Ok that sounds bad he didn't take them, he bought them off of the sleigh ride guy. But now it's off to grandmothers house they go for Thanksgiving! Actually we missed the actual ride, they made it to Thanksgiving already, he's just parking the horses. LEGGO!)

Jack: How do you park horses?

Wife: Why didn't I just take the reigns?

Jack: Because I'm a man and do manly things like erryday.

Wife: Mhm..

Jack: Anyways, I think I got it. WHOOOOOAAAA

(Jack pulls back the reigns and the horses stop. In the middle of the street where no one can get by)

Jack: See, did it.

Wife: We're blocking everyone.

Jack: Sounds like a them problem.

Wife: True, leggo.

(Jack and his wife jump out dat bih, and make their way to grandmas house. They open the door without knocking, because they're thug as fuck, and run this bih.)

Jack: THE MAIN ATTRACTION IS HERE!

Wife: Jack god damn it.

Jack: What they love when I say that.

(Everyone runs to the door.)

Everyone: JACK AND HIS WIFE!!

Jack: Yes, yes, it's us we know we're great

Wife: I have a name you guys know that right?

Jacks Dad: Oh cool. Anyways everyone let's eat!

Jack: What the hell Dad we just got here, let us relax and stuff.

Jacks Mom: Yeah Jack's dad let them be, now let us all go back to the living room and watch the floats.

Jack: You'll Float Too!

Jacks Mom: What..

Jack: I don't know just making small talk, going to the kitchen now.

(Jack goes off to the kitchen making his wife fend for himself like any goat husband would do. Everyone else goes to the living room. When Jack gets to the kitchen he sees his grandma with her back turned to him, looks like she's baking something. She's got a bowl, and flour, and eggs, and all the ingredients for cooking.)

Jack: Hey Grandma, what are you cooking?

(Jacks grandma turns around, and it turns out not to be his grandma, but the interviewer in old lady drag.)

Interviewer: Oh hey Jack whats up.

Jack: INTERVIEWER WHAT THE HELL AR-... Yeah I'm not surprised.. Don't you have your own family to bother on a family holiday?

Interviewer: What family? You and David are my only family.

Jack: Sad.. That I was the one you chose to bother, and not David

Interviewer: Yeah, well I flipped a coin.. David comes here too though right.

Jack: Eventually, but I don't know I'm answering your questions.. What do you think you are? An Interviewer or something?

Interviewer: NOT TODAY! TODAY IM A BAKER! AND IM CHALLENGING YOUR GRANDMA TO A COOK OFF!

(Grandma hears what this little bitch said.. As well as the entire Ripley family, and they all rush the kitchen)

Grandma: Fuck you just say bitch?

Jack: Oh you fucked up now.

Uncle Lou: What's this drag queen doing in our house?

Jack: I know him, he does these things daily.

Interviewer: I guess I never learned normal behavior.. You see when I was growing up, I...

Grandpa: No one cares about your life, you challenged my wife you piece of shit. You're going to get fucked up.

Jack: Yeah my family doesn't fuck around

Interviewer: Alright let's go then

(Grandma, and Interviewer start gathering everything they need for the bake off. Grandma has never been so intense in her life.)

Jack: Alright, you guys do that, I have things to do.

Wife: But it's Thanksgiving.

Jack: It's my job, and it won't take long, I just wanna ruin his career real quick.

Wife: Oh right, go on then.

(Wife gives Jack a kiss, and Jack walks off)

Surprised? Were all of you surprised by the outcome of my last match on Showdown? I'm sure Rex was. Right Rex? You thought, no way that this guy that specializes in tag team wrestling can actually be good at wrestling all by his lonesome. Has your thought process changed? Have I changed your perception on tag team wrestling? Or more importantly have I changed your mindset on The High Rollerz? Because let's be honest here, I beat you, and I beat you good. Like it wasn't even close. Maybe you learn from you ignorance, maybe you don't, but what is for certain, you're going up against my best friend in the whole world David Davidson this week, and it's going to be just as hard as it was against me. This is the first round of the tournament, the real first round luckily for you.. Sort of. It was lucky for you seeing that you thought last week was the first round, had that been the case you would already be out of said tournament. Bad news is you're going up against one half of the goats. So long story short, you're fucked. But enough about that overhyped, huge letdown that is Rex McAllister. Onto something that actually matters, and that is this week, and that is James Ranger.

Grandma in the distance: YEAH TAKE THAT INTERVIEWER BAKING THE SHIT OUT OF THIS CROISSANT!

Now I"m sorry James I might've just gotten your hopes up by saying onto something that matters, and your name very close together. Let's be completely honest here James, you don't matter. The reason that you're here, against me in the first round is to set up better match ups for me. Better matches the later rounds, the rounds that people actually expect to see the real talent go up against each other. James Ranger, has accomplished nothing in his first year in EAW, whereas the High Rollerz became the center of attention. Let's look at it this way, the High Rollerz, were signed in late November, but I don't even know if we debuted until December of last year. You know what that means? We're still rookies technically. Isn't that incredible James? We've held these titles more times than anyone in the history of this business, and we did it all in our rookie year. Incredible. We are incredible! We do things that no other mortal men can do, and we do it with ease. Sure we know our way around a tag team match, but I wouldn't pigeon hold us to just tag team wrestling. Just look at what we did last week, we took a hold of the singles division and made it our bitch. Wrestling is our bitch to be honest, we have this wrestling thing on a leash. Got a nice pretty pink collar around it, with a name tag so that if it gets lost it can be returned to us, but let's be real are we really going to lose it? NOPE. We've brought something to this company that it hasn't seen in a long time. What is that do you ask? Well we bring, loyalty, we bring sex appeal, we bring chemistry, we bring a long needed shot of adrenaline for all the fans. Before the High Rollerz name a tag team that was worth a damn, a team that this entire fan base could rally around. Has there been one ever? Maybe Drake and Jones, but that's the only one that comes to mind. What the High Rollerz proved yesterday without a shadow of a doubt is we don't need each other. We choose to be a tag team because it's what we want. It's not because we can't cut it alone, it's that we really haven't felt the need to do so. I guess we enjoy each other company, and feel that there's so much to do as a tag team. When will that feeling end? Hmm probably never, because there's always new goals to put out for yourself.

Interviewer: AH NO GRANDMA PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE THE ABUSE!

You want to know what goal we're thinking of? Sure, being Co World Champion would be pretty great, and I could definitely see that happening. Matter of fact I could see that happening within a matter of weeks when we win this tournament and go on to beat Tiberius. We owe Tiberius a nice cold punch to the jaw, but that's for a later date. But the goal in mind that I'm thinking about is retiring the tag team championships. Does everyone feel like that's quite the unrealistic goal? Good. We like to aim for the stars, making the unbelievable come to light. Picture this, a world where there is only one true tag team. A tag team so fierce that no other could compare ever, that none could compete with. So much so that they realized they found the picture perfect tag team, and they decide no point in trying to find other champions seeing that we found the goats, and so they retire the titles with us being the last tag team title holders. The end. I could see it happening. The way we bulldozer our way through every single competitor it's only a matter of time. Then what happens? Well, we become one of the only tag teams in history to be inducted into the hall of fame. Not only are we one of the first, we are the last. We are the gold standard of tag teams, and we will be recognized as such.

GRANDA: SHOULDN'T HAVE COME HERE BITCH, YOU'RE GETTING EMBARRASSED!

But that's in the future, you see I'm tag team champion, and it doesn't need to be discussed. This is a singles match after all, and I'm up against the James Ranger. Isn't that exciting? No? Yeah you're right its.. It's not. This has a pretty cut and dry outcome to it. We go to the ring, we don't shake hands because that's gross. I don't have my hand sanitizer out there, I"m not going to shake hands with some gross guy that probably never washes his hands. That's gross. James why don't you wash your hands after you poop? Change your ways man, go with Christ brah. Just kidding, do what you want, I'm not your mom.. I'm just your Dad. Your rip dad.. THE RIP DADDY JACK RIPLEY. You see what does it mean to be a Ripley? Well, the ripping and the tearing. I'm going to tear you a new asshole.. Literally I'm going to punch you so hard I'm going to leave a hole, and we'll name it your new asshole. I don't know where it is, because it hasn't happened yet.. But it will, rest assured it will. I'm going to rip you a part.. Ripley's Believe it or Not, you're gonna die. I mean honestly, with a straight face be real with me mate. Do you really think you're going to beat me? Do you honestly think you're going to win this tournament and become the new World Champion? I'm just going to say that I find it very doubtful. Not because you're a rookie, not because you're lack of experience. It's just for the simple fact that you suck. You're not interesting, you don't captivate an audience! The High Rollerz have been wrestling since we were in in diapers and strollers. We've been a draw since we busted out the womb. Whole hospital was in the room where I was being birthed, true story, and they all wanted a piece of that little guy. Why were they so interested in me you ask? Well they knew just exactly who I would be. One greatest wrestlers in wrestling history. Why did they think that? I don't know. Oddly enough it's happening, and I didn't make them liars.

Aunt Eleanor: YEAH KICK HIS ASS, HE CAME ON OUR TURF, HE AIN'T GOT SHIT!

Now James, you talked last week about how going up against David was a test for you. What happened? You failed the test. I guess this is your final exam huh? Did you study for it? Let's face it you weren't good enough to beat David. From what I saw you weren't even close to beating him, so what's changed in a week? I listened to what you had to say to David last week, and you wanted to call our title reigns into question? You said it took us 2 attempts to get 3 reigns. Now what the hell does that even mean? Our first attempt at these titles, a month into this company, we won them. Then one minor slip up, we lost them, but the very next Showdown we won them back. We've never lost a title match when we're the challengers, and it wasn't about complacency, we love being the tag team champions. You look at how we lost our titles at Territorial Invasion, was that a fair representation of how we compete? It was a 3 vs. 3 match with one team, which was an actual team, versus The High Rollerz and some guy we barely even know. A match where we didn't even need to be pined in order to lose our titles. Now is that fair? No it's not. We are touted as the greatest tag team in this company for a reason... Many reasons actually. It's because no one has ever seen a cohesive team the likes of us. Hasn't existed before, and will never exist again, we're once in a lifetime. We don't accept failure. If we do fail we go back to the drawing board and look at how to get better, and come back swinging. Look at what we did to The Triumvirate! We lost, we came back, and definitively beat the shit out of them. The proof is there, we don't need to explain why we're the best team that has ever existed, we show it each and every single week. But enough about us, this has nothing to do with The High Rollerz tag team, let's talk about you.

Grandpa: THE BAKE OFF HAS ENDED!

Like I said I really don't know you whatsoever, so i'm going by what you said to David last week. You talked about the tournament that we're in, and you said that you still have your eyes fixated on POP's waistline. Well I'm hoping that he isn't hitting those bags of Cheetos hard, I know how sensitive he is about being judged on his flab. You're being very rude right now James, please stop. That's just an odd thing to be fixated on, I don't know anyone else that's really turned on by waistlines, but I guess do your thing. I just wish you didn't say it out loud because now I'm judging you pretty hard. Yeah I'm very funny, sarcastic AF, and I speak in acronyms IDGAF do something about it. You think you can? I had a banana strawberry smoothie, and am an untouchable right now TBH! ANOTHER ACRONYM. OH no I have to be careful about random yelling, Rex McAllister will judge me about it and tell other people about how he judges me about it. But yeah.. I know you were talking about his title, big swerve right? You actually thought, that I thought, that you thought, Pop's waistline was sexy. But no, I knew you were talking about his title, I just thought that was really stupid. You're in a tournament to determine the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, and you're talking about the National Elite title. Now don't get me wrong, it's a lovely title. It's actually a title that I challenged for once upon a time in a far far distant land. But the way I'm looking at it, you have a "chance" at the World Heavyweight Championship, why would you be looking elsewhere? Isn't the World Title like a big thing to people? Do kids grow up saying I want to be the National Elite title? I don't think so. You're weird man, you have weird goals, but I know everyone in the world says the same thing about David and I. But I feel like our dreams and goals are much more understandable.

Grandpa: EWWW WHAT THE HELL IS THAT INTERVIEWER YOU TRYING TO POISON US?

Interviewer: No? I'm a 5 star cook, what you talking about?

Speaking of David you talked a big game to him, puffed your chest out, ruffled your peacock feathers to and fro. What happened? D-did you lose? Was all that talk about how he's just a tag team wrestler and he should admit defeat to you... All bullshit? Damn fam, that's unfortunate. I guess James Ranger is just all talk, a little baby bitch that can't actually back up the words he says. I mean this week doesn't get any easier for you, you're going up against someone who just beat Rex McAllister last week. But don't worry, I know how much of a burden this tournament is for you seeing as though it's getting in the way of your dreams of being the National Elite title. Damn World Heavyweight Championship tournaments getting in the way of what's really important in life. It's taking up all of POP's time too! He's not even paying attention to you! Don't worry James, it's not just him that's not paying attention to you.. It's everyone. With all this talk about the National Elite Title, you'd think that you're actually challenging for it. Which is funny, because you're not, Nobi is. Nobi! A guy that has absolutely zero success in this company, which says a lot about you. If Nobi is getting looks to challenge for the National Elite title, you must really be bad. If Nobi is being looked at as the best option to win that title from POP, you must really be bad. David and I fought Nobi for our titles, we fought him twice actually, and both times he came up short. Not only did he come up short, but his very soul was crushed. Somehow he recovered and is doing big things now. Not that his talent has improved or anything, he's just at the right place at the right time. Again to you, not to anyone else. To everyone else you're the one that's actually in a better position to him, you're the one that could "possibly" win the World Title, not him. Now I'm doing air quotes to the word chance, and possibly, because those are just formalities. You don't actually have a chance at winning, you don't actually have a possibility of winning. I know a thing or two about chances James, I made a fortune off of them. I know when to take a bet, and I know when to let it go, and with you, I wouldn't touch that bet with a 50... NO! 100 foot! NO 39 and a half foot pole! Ha, a little Mr. Grinch music for you, you're welcome. Tis the season to be jolly right guys? It's Thanksgiving, they're none too pleased with me that I'm bringing up Christmas. But yeah, I"m going to fuck you up just like David did, and show you how us "tag team wrestlers" get down... Ya bish.

(The entire family is seen taking Interviewer out of the house. They all pick him up, and throw him out the door.)

Interviewer: So did I win?

(They shut the door on him.)

Jack: Well I guess it's going to be a great Thanksgiving after all, bye James

(Jacks wife comes up and hugs him from behind, by the waist. Don't get too turned on James. She kisses him on the cheek, and Jack turns and kisses her lips. Camera fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 5:27 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

You most certainly are full of confidence, aren’t you Chris?

Admirable to see the faith you hold for yourself but all I’m hearing is validation to my claims that you are simply no different to every other who has stepped before me. Brash arrogance and a sense of self pride too valuable - nah, rather too precious - to cop the knocks. You wasted your breath like an oxygen thief on this idea that you’re going to beat me without even giving me a reason as to why but the fact that you defeated Mr. DEDEDE - in between the misuse of “your” and “you’re”. I get it, I truly do. I get that men in your position don’t have much ammunition to fire with, you clutch to straws or you just make the few irrelevant and mediocre points you have seem important enough to care. Blinded by the allure of grandeur, you can’t see a mere foot in front of you. I also get the sensation that flows through your body as you come to realise the gravity of the situation; it’s the first time in your career you’ve ever mattered. It’s the first time the spotlight has been on you. And it’s intoxicating. It’s like pumping a drug straight into a vein, it’s exhilarating. When I first stepped inside the Elimination Chamber, I was beyond correction in my beliefs that I was going to walk out dual champion. I was a glory hunter then just like I am today Chris and I truly believed it was my destiny to be the quickest man to rise from nobody to World Champion. Arrogance is never a blessing, always a curse. Perhaps it led you to find the confidence and the belief to defeat Mr. DEDEDE but to find it on the back of arrogance is to ride a fragile spine that will crumble to absolute dust before you ever reach true glory. But I expected this. I expected anything and everything I say to be swept aside; men like you are too precious to ever face harsh truths and seeking the easiest way to avoid them. I expected to meet a man wrapped up in his grand delusions and quite frankly, a man who is as basic as they come. You kept repeating that you’re going to beat me, you kept repeating that you’re going to end my reign, end my streak, end this image of me being untouchable but you could only point to Road to Redemption as an example. I could sit here and point to every championship I ever won here. I could point to what I did for the New Breed Championship. I could point to the legends I beat. I could point to the men I retired. I could point to the fact I stood in the same ring as Methuselah a year ago and didn’t see anything to fear - hell, I outlasted the man inside the chamber. Suddenly your sole reason for beating me come Shock Value loses significance, doesn’t it Chris? I did that all in less than half the time you’ve been here! But see that is just trying to convince the world that I have the bigger dick in this contest and quite frankly I don’t need to convince anyone of that.

Can you give me another reason, Chris?

I’ll again entertain this ridiculous fantasy that you defeat me. I like the number 3, Chris, I truly do. The transitioning period from champion to mere challenger once again is a challenging process and even as champion I shudder to imagine facing it sooner rather than later but it’s not exactly a foreign experience. Perhaps it might take a week, a few or a month or more, but I would gladly settle with being third behind those two men. Why? Do I need to speak of the caliber of both men? Do I need to really waste my breath explaining why those two men were the champions they were? Of course not, you’re a smart cunt Chris. So let me ask, how does it look in the history books for someone like me, who was an absolute nobody, rose to become the equal second longest reigning World Champion of all time before he even became a Hall of Famer? Seems pretty fucking good in my books, Chris. My ego would certainly take a considerable knock but being humbled and reminded of my morals is most certainly needed even now as champion. And regardless, third is still going to be a mile ahead of wherever you finish your career of peak mediocrity. Lets just jump back to reality though and you know what? I don’t have a number for you Chris. No, I don’t need to drive the number eight into the ground anyone than I already have because I’ve done it already, people before me have and I’m sure many more will. Instead of a number Chris, I want you to think of every single talent that has surpassed you in the last number of years. I want you to remember those who have come and gone but still achieved more. How does it feel to once have a mateship with someone like Eclipse Diemos and having to watch him succeed in this business? All those years you spent struggling to be noticed, struggled for anyone to give a goddamn fucking shit about you, you also spent having to watch someone like me become a two time World Champion. Nah, defeating Mr. DEDEDE and getting that Gawd Contract isn’t the lone painkiller that’s going to ease the pain of being surrounded by men who passed you by. And I get that you hate this idea of your past following you, you hate what you were for so many years, you hate that it lingers on and you’re reminded of it all but here’s a long, long road ahead of you Chris before the pain subsides and you and your opponents can forget that you were once nothing special.

There are such things are consequences, Chris. You live with them, you’re forced to endure them and they’re never corrected because of one single achievement nor do they fade away at the sound of your voice.

I again beg the question, what makes you so special, Chris?

Why oh why are you going to do what others can’t?

Cetinich came to me with a similar notion at Road to Redemption. When I defeated him on Voltage, he wasn’t at his best - intentionally. He had a reason, an excuse as to why I was able to best him then but wouldn’t be able to inside the Elimination Chamber. So you’re going to feed me the bullshit line that the same Chris Elite that I defeated wasn’t the same Chris Elite that defeated Mr. DEDEDE? No, of course you will because to do otherwise would be to ponder the reality that Jamie O’Hara is perhaps better than the greatest of all time. And that again makes your victory over him a little less significant, huh? I didn’t think you could have defeated him, I’ll give you the credit and the congratulations you deserve on that front. But what happens when you lose, Chris? Do you stand there next time we face and say “YEAH NAH YEAH NAH I WASN’T AT MY BEST THO! THIS CHRIS ELITE IS EVEN BETTER BECAUSE….” No, I certainly faced and bested what you had to offer Chris and you can run behind whatever excuse you can feebly muster but all those weeks ago on Voltage? You didn’t have enough to beat me. There was no mistake, no fatal flaw, just merely the reality that you just don’t have the caliber to match me in this ring. And there’s no shame in admitting that Chris. There’s no shame in just accepting that someone is always going to better than you. Much to the surprise of everyone, Lannister was never a nightmare and he’s never since been a name I feared, a name that I grew bothered by hearing. Being reminded of never being able to defeat him might have taken it’s toll once upon a time but I grew to accept that perhaps he was just someone I was never destined to defeat. Don’t stumble over yourself trying to justify being defeated by me; you’re simply just going to embarrass yourself as you clutch at shorter and shorter and shorter straws. What’s the excuse next time we face? Or the time after?

You’re so similar to so many.

You will stop at nothing to make the failures of the past eight years become nothing more than a fleeting memory; fickle photographs washed upon the waves of EAW that will simply crumble between fingertips. I commend the enthusiasm and to instill a little more confidence despite it spilling from the sides already, you’re on the correct path in reaching the pinnacle of this business. Yet what you will learn is that no matter how confident you may be, regardless of how much you convince yourself that you can and will endure all the pain and punishment your opponent can throw at you, you have a limit. You have a limit that can be reached. No man is immortal, no man is incapable of being broken; pain doesn’t discriminate and pain cares so little about your goals, your dreams, your aspirations. In the eight years you’ve been here, how many times can you say you’ve been tested physically beyond comprehension? How many times have you been broken down and left lying, stewing in a pool of your own misery and shattered dreams? I have. I’ve tasted ultimate glory and equal disappointment. Mentally, I’ve endured far more in just three and a half years than you have for eight. Physically I’ve been through the wars, I’ve had my spine cast upon steel, arm broken, knee on the brink of reconstruction. And you think that an Electric Dog Collar match is going to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back? No contest of this nature is ever a simplistic manner without an ounce of pain inflicted but I’m sure for you this is newfound territory. This is a new frontier! Every time you body has been in pain, every time your body ached and you prayed to some fucking God above to relieve you of it, will be insignificant compared to Shock Value. Every experience, every moment you’ve had where you’ve willed yourself on, persevered in the face of inevitable doom will be insignificant. Because this? This is a whole new world. This is a land that doesn’t give one solitary fuck if you’re in any ounce of peril. Cam might not realise what I’m up against but she knows better than anyone else in this company just how far I can and I will go to win; she knows how much I can cop, how much I can handle inside that ring. It doesn’t matter what the stipulation, she knows why I haven’t been beat in singles competition since August last year. Do think I called myself the Saint of Valiance for no reason? Fortissimus with no validity? It’s common for lesser men to create monikers that make them look more impressive than they actually are but there’s always substance to what I call myself. Strap that collar around my neck and see it do nothing to deter me from attaining victory but for you? Such suffering - consistent suffering - I wonder if you truly have it in you to survive, Chris? To fight no matter how many volts coarse throughout your body, to maintain control of every inch your body flinches. But the harsh truth is most men cannot live up to their own talk and when pain is finally inflicted upon you...it’s a Hell that you never dared to imagine.

Like so many others, Chris. Nothing makes you special.

Nothing makes you different from the rest.

Everyone wants to be the “new nightmare” to occupy my mind. Everyone wants to be the name that I crawl into bed fearing, the name I cower when I walk within their presence. All five challengers spun that same narrative, Chris. All five challengers thought they could beat me to a pulp inside the chamber, strip my World Heavyweight Championship away from me and leave me with a memory that would corrupt every dream I was to ever have. Do me a favour, spare me this tired rhetoric. Save me having to hear this narrative that I’m still going to hear with whoever challenges me afterwards. Only the fragile, the weak suffer nightmares when they cop a loss. It’s only them who fall into that great, deep void of depression. You truly believe I’m going to be haunted if I lose to you? Gone will be the World Heavyweight Championship but I’m still going to have a career that most men can only dream of. I’m still going to have an accomplishment that nobody can laugh at. Sure, being out right second and further surpassing Ares Vendetta to lay claim to being the greatest World Champion in history is important to me. It’s an achievement that defines me and it’s an achievement - in my mind right now - I believe I must have or otherwise I’ll never have anything close to it. But if the day comes and the Elite Era truly begins at my expense, then what in your mind makes you think that I’m going to struggle to accept the reality of it? Disappointment isn’t a rare obscurity that I’ve never faced; disappointment would be apparent once again but it wouldn’t break me. But the lone reason - above everything else I’ve said, everything I will say - as to why I’m walking out of Shock Value still champion, is that I know damn well that being close isn’t good enough. I know damn well that being close is nothing more than a comment one makes to themselves to pick themselves up after a loss. I used to rest on being “close”, Chris. I used to rest on the hope that being close enough would lead to just one more opportunity. But for the longest time I’ve never settled for being close and I’ve perfected my game to ensure that being “close enough” is never the final note left to be written about any match I compete in.

And I’ve done all of that, consistently without an inch of fucking failure, since you were New Breed Champion.

I am excellence personified, Chris. I’m a once in a fucking century talent. I’m the greatest talent to emerge in this company in the last three and a half years and I’m sure I can make one grand fucking case to argue that I’m the best this company has seen in a very long time. If you want to keep shoving this mediocrity in my face, then go ahead but know that I’m never going to buy an ounce of it and that isn’t delusional. It’s what I’ve already said so many times, you’re no different to so many people who don’t succeed in EAW and the funny thing is, before I spoke my first word I was staring at this image of you standing over Mr. DEDEDE and I wondered just how the fuck did it take you eight years to get here. Nah, now I know. It wasn’t your “Gawd Given Greatness”, it wasn’t skill, it wasn’t talent. You’re a one hit wonder and if you want to disagree with me? Then answer just one of the many others you just didn’t seem to like answering; why has it taken eight years of Chris Elite to reach this point?

Or are you just going to sit there and tell me once more that you defeated Mr. DEDEDE, won yourself a Gawd Contract and thus that makes you better than me in the ring? This ain’t NEO but if that’s all you can bring together, then perhaps it’s best that you go back down there because you sure as shit don’t have what it takes to hang with the king of the fucking jungle.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 3:51 am by **Jon McAdams**

“Charisma,” McAdams ducks a swing from a man wearing boxing gear. Jon McAdams is dressed in his ring attire but sporting some gloves. The ring is on a beach surrounded by ring equipment and a mini bar. Inside the ring are two men, McAdams and another man who are practicing sparring. Around the ring are a couple of other men of latin descent. The man throws a hard right and McAdams catches his arm and drags him to the floor holding in an armbar. McAdams releases and the two men reset. McAdams rushes in and the man hits him in the head with a hard right. McAdams head turns for a moment and snaps back before he thrust kicks the man into the ropes and catches him in his arms before taking him down. McAdams smiles at the man who smiles back as he is lifted to his feet. McAdams slides out of the ring and grabs a couple of glasses. The man in the ring looks over at the trainers on the side and everyone shrugs. McAdams pours a couple of drinks and slides back into the ring and hands him the glass. The man smiles and cheers McAdams. They both take a sip before McAdams slams the glass into the man’s face. The sparring partner hits the ground like a ton of bricks and McAdams mounts him and begins to throw a barrage of lefts and rights into his head. The man eventually stops moving before McAdams stands up and slides out of the ring. The trainers stare apprehensively at him before McAdams snaps his fingers and points at the body. They begin to remove him.

“Some have it in spades. There are men on this roster that speak and the room grows silent. There are men on this roster who’s every move draws the ire and attention of those in every locker room and then there are men like you. Men who have all the gifts in the world when it comes to wrestling. Men with drive, men with skill, men who have made it to the main roster through hard work and determination and when you step through those ropes it’s as if you’re painting a picture with the opponent. Like a beautiful dance it is able to capture the attention of the audience but when the bell rings the people quickly realize… it’s just you again. It’s not exactly fair though I suppose. You were brought up in humble beginnings and in those beginnings you only knew one thing and that was wrestling. The actual physical aspect of it. There was nothing more to you, nothing that grabs the attention of others, there is quite honestly nothing else about your story that brings life to you. You are a wrestler. And some may applaud that. They may say he made it here on pure wrestling ability! He is an incredible warrior in that ring! He knows how to tie em up with the best of them! What an athletic specimen! These are all nice ways of saying… what a bore he is. How incredibly weak is this Elitist. This superstar. In every other aspect of this business you fail except for the one part that many would say matters, if it wasn’t for the fact that there are few people who can’t deliver entertainment in that ring. The number of people who you could say are amazing in the ring are quite numerous but doubled with a real personality. One that people can sink their teeth into. Something for people to tune in for. A draw. Charisma. For it is the one reason I believe you can’t make it to the top. The panache and the will and the fortitude and all those wonderful things you speak of can only take you so far if you are unable to deliver in any other aspect. I can wrestle a beautiful match in that ring, hell, even some of those NEO guys can make the same claim. So what separates you from the pack? What? You’re MORE determined? You are a better wrestler? Please. The champion needs to be the total packaged. You’re a one note instrument and you further prove that point by needlessly addressing things you’ve already spoken about and bringing nothing new to the table which is what I said about you from the beginning. Thus far you haven’t been able to keep up with me on this microphone and if your slow and meandering speeches are any indication of your great improvement than I must say, I am in for a very disappointing night. I had high hopes for this whole thing. I thought that maybe Finnegan Wakefield will surprise me and prove to be a verbal jouster who has improved his game incredibly and is ready for the task of taking on me. But it turns out you are the same person you’ve always been and what’s worse, you are like every other Elitist on this roster who just spouts the same garbage over and over and over again because you think you have to say something and you aren’t able to say anything really of note. You are the faceless interchangeable wrestler that will be here until time separates your old act from the ones that keep it fresh every single week. Tell me Finnegan? How many times have you actually adapted? Grown? Do you know how often I reinvent myself? I make a point to grow and change and become new as often as possible to make sure that I stay ahead of the game but you? You are and have always been this man and you can make those claims that you are a great improving wrestler but I must know how does this make you different. How does this make you any more threatening in that ring? Because despite what you may think it isn’t just about delivering in the ring. It’s about delivering on this microphone, in these promos, in public, at press conferences, in your private life, in everything you do you must deliver and it all comes together in the end and you can’t keep up.

Even right now you are fighting from behind. Since this week has started you have taken a verbal beating and instead of really taking the fight to me and bringing an assault against me you have played defensive, and you have made gestures and jabs but they are not enough. It is infuriating to have had you so built up in my mind. I wanted you to be some kind of challenge here first because I wanted to earn this victory and yet I find myself decimating a man who has no clue he’s even getting his verbal shit kicked in. Tell me Finnegan, do you think those are the only men that I have put out of commission? There are more Elitists that have fallen by the wayside under my fist then you would even be willing to accept. And before you start belittling the men that I have overcome, the weaklings I’ve defeated, you should be reminded, your most impressive times and victories come only against those in developmental. At least when I tore apart these men they were main roster combatants and not cheap toys that you played with to boost up your numbers. Tell me, is Amadeus a man with no fight? Cameron Ella Ava? Moongoose? Cody Marshall? These are the kinds of people I take the fight too now. But I guess that doesn’t fit your false narrative. Your resolve will not be enough and the proof of your resolve has yet to be tested. By the way, I held that Hardcore title from November through January. You should double check your sources. I held that belt and I defended it and defeated Drastik. Do you know what that man did later that year? He won the EAW Championship. But please continue the narrative about your successful title defenses against credible opponents? Tell me what were their names? Could you say them out loud, I’d love to hear them next to Drastik’s credentials. It would be delightful to my ears. Don’t compare your title reign to mine when you don’t have your facts straight and your opponents and the kinds of matches we fought in are worlds apart. You look like a moron.

I know how you lost to Cameron twice. I know it was a DQ. But does that mean it’s not a loss? Tell me you’re not that stupid or naive. Tell me that you don’t think because it’s a DQ it doesn’t count. Just cause you say, OH IT WAS A DQ! CAMERON DIDN’T BEAT ME! Doesn’t mean that she didn’t beat you. Nobody cares about the asterisk except you. When Cameron speaks of your matches I assure you her response will be, I beat him twice, and she wouldn’t be wrong. Only you would be. Only YOU could be in such denial as to think that you didn’t eat those losses. And stop with this, I was holding my own. You have made the point to say that it matters whose hand is raised in the end, it doesn’t matter if you held your own. Hell, if you took on Jamie O’Haara and took him to his absolute limits but he still beat you that is all the record books will say. Jamie - W. Finn - L. Jon McAdams - W. Finn - L. That being said, I do accept those losses that I ate in those tag team matches but it is not the same division and you know that. I know you want to be right but there is clear definition in this. I am merely pointing out the silly mentality that you seem to have about this. You beat me in a division that relies on multiple people working together. IF you can’t see that it is different to have a singles one on one match to determine a victor with no outside interference you are as daft as they come. You think I’m here trying to feed people a point of superiority? I don’t need to feed anyone anything. I’m not the one standing here overly defending the smallest points and getting them wrong. I am letting you beat yourself for me. I need not prove a point of superiority. Every time you open your mouth you prove it for me.

You know I watched your match, I watched as Cameron and HBG tore apart your partner while you continued to hold your own. I watched as Ironico struggled throughout that match to keep up with the guys who know how to bring it. Don’t be ridiculous. There is a weak link. There always is. Those guys that seek out careers as tag team wrestlers, they are a different breed, but I know that is not you two and if both of you fought, you would have no problem saying you’d be the victor cause you know it to be true and if you don’t and if you’re not willing to admit that, then for the love of god why would anyone want to respect you as champion. It is clear that by your infuriation towards the fact that people thought you the weak link of the Knights of Dawning you have exposed a simple truth. That everything you are saying about tag teams and weak links here is bullshit. IT bothered you, it drove you, it made you want to be better. You are not content living in the shadow of another man and if you could think it then, I assure you, you must think it now. I know Ironico thinks about it. I know he looks at your belt and thinks, if I fought him again I bet I could take it from him, and I don’t need to wonder if you look at him and think, I already beat this chump, I have nothing to worry about. You can’t sit there and tell me I am dealing with a superiority complex when you have clearly admitted that you struggle with it too.

As far as you are concerned as the failing New Breed Champion there is no argument to be made here. I hoped that there would be more to this little exchange then you trying to make your inflate your loss at Road to Redemption. No, you made it clear that the New Breed Championship isn’t important. You brought it down by competing and not defending and that is fact. The New Breed Championship did not get it’s own spot on the card at the second biggest show of the year. Fact. You chose instead to compete in the Tag Team Grand Prix. Fact. In choosing to compete in the tag team grand prix you have effectively made that a priority over defending your New Breed title. Fact. You brought that new breed title with you to the match and you LOST. I wasn’t on the card. You are correct. I would be upset about this but this is the first card since I’ve debuted that I wasn’t prominently featured on and it wasn’t a surprise to me or a blow to my ego. I knew I wouldn’t. What would I even have done on that card? There was no spot for me and no reason for me to be on it. Had I been at Road to Redemption beating some nobody it would have been more damaging than being on the card so I opted out of a match. If you don’t believe me go back and check your precious records. I’ve never been left off. But I was in transition but I guess I can let this all come back to the simple point of why I am so pissed off that the title wasn’t defended at Road to Redemption. Because after talking with Kenny Drake, I know for a fact that if you hadn’t chosen to compete and lose the Tag Team Grand Prix you would have fought me, and I’d be holding your belt and this week I’d be beating the shit out of you and dropping you into an electrical fire as a title defense. Everything still stands and is true but let’s not try to fit a narrative here. I like to deal with truths and logic as often as possible and right here is just that. Unless you can disprove this, I sincerely hope you don’t bring it up again or at least try an angle worthy of being spoken.

Even here when you start talking about NEO things, in the same sentence you claim I am a broken record but also say it’s a different subject. My god, do you not understand what it means to elaborate and to tactically shift your verbal barrage? I did not repeat myself, if anything I brought something new to the table, a new way of attacking this, a new way of bringing you down. You know. Something new. Well I guess you wouldn’t know since you only can turn to the same tired tactics that you likely always use. I am not being repetitive, you simply don’t know how to respond in a creative way. Here I’ll prove it to you. This is what you said to me yesterday”

McAdams pulls out a transcript and begins reading. “Sure I was fighting people who were finding their footing, but at the time it gave me the perfect place to experiment myself. It allowed me to focus on my craft, hone it and test it against the youngsters, becoming a strong foundation for proving grounds to form on.”

McAdams puts the transcript away and pulls out a different one. “This one is the one I am addressing now, and it reads ‘It gave me time to experiment, it gave me time to think, it gave me time to grow as a competitor.’ Oh fuck off mate. What is this shit? You’re calling me a broken record? You’re literally saying the same shit. It goes on like this too. It’s fucking embarassing and I don’t feel the need to go through the same things over and over again. You can sit here and try to belittle my accomplishments beyond holding a belt but let’s not pretend that my run here and the things that I set out to do weren’t incredible feats. Tell me, did you go six months without being defeated? No. Tell me what am I overlooking here? What part of my career has taken such a slump? Everyone points to the Sanatorium and you think I joined them because I couldn’t beat them? I already explained this to you, I have no need to do it again. It is so irritating that a man like you has the gall to step up to me and call me a broken record and then go on repeating yourself like an asshole, not actually responding to anything I am saying but continuing to deliver unsatisfying and wrong answers like ‘I was experimenting’ and ‘I was honing my craft’. You bland skinny white turd. You unsavory albino snickers. You are the candycorn of halloween treats and the spam of meat. You generic unworthy low to the ground commoner. Your facts and everything you seem to know about my hardcore reign is wrong, your research that you are so proud of has proven false and in the face of actual criticism you are unable to answer your detractors beyond your robotic stance of ‘I Good Wrestler, You bad wrestler. I have resolve, I work hard. BLEH.’ What is that? Where is your substance? You can be all fire and pride and guts and glory and it doesn’t matter if there is a rock in your fucking head. You end up becoming a competitive vegetable and I think that’s the best metaphor for you. You’ve spent your whole life only training to be a wrestler and because of that you’ve developed no social skills and no character or substance. You are a series of reflexes that your mind was only able to retain after years of practicing the same things over and over again.

You have never faced anyone like me and you may never fight anyone like me again. Whether that is because of what I do to you on Sunday or because it’s just the truth. I look back at my host of competitors and I’ve fought men like you, dozens of them. Men of resolve, men of courage and honor, men who think that if they just try hard enough and do their best they can overcome me. Those men did not. Much better men than you who follow that same creedence, men like Nasir Moore, have tried and failed. What makes you think you could hold a candle to them? What’s more is there has never been an honorable man to slay me. You bring up Ryan Marx and Amadeus? I assure you, you are not them and you are not on their level and for you to compare yourself is laughable. Marx is a complex man with the charisma to gather followers and the intelligence and forward thinking that is the making of a future champion. I don’t look down on that loss. He will be a world champion but someday I will beat him. Amadeus and the interwire title. Well, I’ve already shown my mettle in that regard when I didn’t just handily beat him but I destroyed him. I am sure you will find creative ways to use weapons and I am sure you will at the minimum hold your own just like you did against Cameron and HBG, but that is the end of it. While you are figuring out new toys, I am greeting them like an old friend. While you are experimenting with new things and for the first time actually defending your title against a credible opponent, I have been building my repertoire and my portfolio, collecting victories that add to the credibility that I hold. Surely you don’t think that a belt is everything? Surely you don’t think it’s the pinnacle of success. Surely you wouldn’t be able to stand there and actually think that my past year has been just one big dry spell. With thinking like that, you might as well say Keelan Cetinich isn’t a worthy number one contender for the title. With thinking like that it means that nothing that you’ve done up until winning that belt is worthy of mentioning. How silly would that be, Finnny winny? No you couldn’t be thinking that. But if you’re not thinking that, and you’re taking in everything I am saying then by comparison, through the numbers, based on where I stand on cards, in impressive victories, and in momentum, I am heads above you and those things ought to be factored in, no? Or are we going to continue down this droll and boring road of ‘I have the belt and you have had a bad year’. Cause if so, please just shut the fuck up and stop responding. I have so much more I want to say about you before this week is over and I hate wasting so much time responding to your simple minded arguments as you continue to prove to me that you’re not at my level and that you should be thanking me for taking that belt off your hands.

Ask yourself this, Finnegan Wakefield. Look in the mirror and ask yourself with all honesty, what makes me different than anyone else? Why would they ever give me a shot higher than this? Why would I ever move up in this business when I am just like everyone else?

It’ll be a hard thing for you to swallow but accepting it might be the first step towards actual change. Accepting it might be your first real step towards evolution and becoming something different and new. Something worth getting behind. But as you are, they might as well call you the Dust Devil, cause you are a Charisma Vacuum who has forced me to carry this entire verbal joust just to keep it entertaining and I do hate having to work harder to cover a partner’s mistakes… as you know. Finnegan, I assure you, if these statements you’ve made tonight are any indication of your massive improvements and growth as a wrestler, there is no doubt in my mind, that I should be taking that from you on Sunday. I implore you. Make this interesting. Make me laugh. Make me mad. Make me anything other than bored, or I am going to make you pay far worse than any of these ‘nobodies’ I’ve put away. Sharpen your teeth Finn, because I come with them bared.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 2:23 am by **Ares Vendetta**

Most Kings get their heads cut off.

He was no exception.

These days, I’m repulsed by the thought of a God or any sort of divinity that dictates what happens next. However, I do believe in a thing like fate. I believe that there is a wall each and every mongrel who enters this World will inevitably crash into. The ones who, at one point or another, believe in their delusions of grandeur. They form their hollow ambitions and they reach out well beyond their limitations to be what they’ve always aspired for.

I am a success.

I am a Champion.

I am a King.

And the road I’ve walked upon my whole life has been paved in the bodies of every single failure who attempted to achieve the same feats. And they doubt me. They always know how to doubt me. I’ve tasted that bitter steel of defeat far too many times, and yet, it’s never made a difference, has it? I’ve stood back up, and I’ve conquered once more to their displeasure. It’s a cycle. It’s growth, decay, and transformation. I evolve while the rest of these mongrels remain standing in place. They get what they’re given, and on this day of all days, what do they do with it? There is one unbending truth of the World in my eyes…

There is us…

And then there is them.

You are one of them, mongrel.

The ones content with what they have. Those are the ones I detest the most. The ones satisfied what all they’ve managed to grab in this fleeting life of theirs. They become complacent with the way the World seems to work, and thus, they wind down ever so slowly until there’s nothing left but a husk of the man they once were. For days and days, I’ve been ridiculed and accused and ostracized for my actions upon this man whose name I can no longer be bothered to utter. You know him quite well. He was just like you. You sat down and remained content for so very long, didn’t you? You were willing to just stop and quit while you were ahead, and why? Because it all became just too much for you? Is that it? How boring. You dominated around here, once upon a time. Of course, those days have long since passed and every solitary second you spend further away from those days is an eternity in of itself. You allowed yourself to become content with what you were able to take in the days when there was no one like me or even my father to stop you. You thrived when this company was at its most vulnerable, and you know it. Deep down inside, you know it. You could feel it in your bones - the changing of times. The shifting of a paradigm. For one little moment in time, you were in the right place, at the right time, and you got everything you ever dreamed of. You became World’s Champion. You stood upon the so-called mountaintop that is the main event of Pain For Pride. You conquered this place with your allies. It was all so perfect, wasn’t it? That is, until it wasn’t. Until reality began to truly set in. Until the weight of your imperfections began to rear its ugly head and came crashing down upon you. Your accolades suddenly were suddenly forgotten in time. Your main event upon the biggest stage in this industry - an afterthought in the mind of everyone. Your little group imploding in upon itself from its sheer, ironic, ego. And now here you are. There you were. Sitting in purgatory, content for so very long with what you were, and now? Now what’s changed?

Oh yes, I know, mongrel.

Now you want more.

There are those content with what they have, but there are those who just aren’t satisfied.

Look down around your waist and tell me what you see. Nothing more than a trinket, isn’t it? That’s all it is to you anymore, because that’s all the World’s Championship became to me. Unfortunately, there’s a distinct difference between you and I. You are unsatisfied because what you have is nothing more than a consolation prize. You don’t want to be what you are right now. You want to be what you were. They all do. Every single one of them. They want to relive their glory days. Every waking moment they spend still breathing, it haunts them - the rush of adrenaline in their veins, the feeling of the crowd roaring for them, the indescribable pleasure of power and fame. That’s what keeps you going. You want to be the man you once were. It’s time you saw the truth. The same truth he saw. You’re not walking into a ring, you’re stepping into a grave. The World where you thrived is every bit as dead and gone a the man you believe you can still be. This World belongs to me now. It belongs to The Triumvirate. It always has. Every piece of gold - including the one you now hold - is my property. But I won’t bother with taking that from you. I only have eyes for the real treasures here. The very same one you’re so desperate to grab. The one that feels so close to your reach. The one that taking possession of could fix all of you problems and make a Prince into a King.

You’re not a King.

You’re not even a Prince.

You’re nothing.

I want to see you crawl. I want to see you grovel for that saving grace for your pitiful, pathetic, meager life. The one you’ve allowed to rust and deteriorate for so long. I want to see you struggle and I absolutely relish the look in your eyes when you realize it’s not gonna happen. It was never in reach. Not for you. You don’t belong here. You never have. Not so long as men like me are here to take what we want. To break mongrels like you. To reave and rape as we please, because there’s not a soul on Earth, a Devil in Hell, or a God in Heaven that could ever stop us. You shouldn’t have come here. You should have remained in your purgatory. You should have stayed home when that itch came back. In a way, I am sorry for what you will feel when this is all said and done. This is something not many come back from. No sensible man would try his luck again after this, but you? You’re no sensible man, now are you? You’re far less than that. You’re just a mere mongrel now. One who chases cars, even though he knows he’ll never catch one. You’ve wasted far too much of your time trying to be something you’re not, so I’m going to make you into what you truly are.

Not one of us.

Just one of them.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 1:43 am by **Cody Marshall**

A Motley Crew

A short film.

Starring:
Cody Marshall as Ron Cashman
Peter Dinklage as Harvey Yorke The Midget
George Lopez as El Ironico Barry White
Neil Patrick Harris as Nathan Fiora The Ambiguously Gay Hairdresser

EXT. WALL STREET - EARLY MORNING

FADE IN. THE STREET. The most famous third of a mile in the world. Towering landmark structures nearly blot out the dreary grey flannel sky. The morning rush hour crowds swarm through the dark, narrow streets like mice in a maze, all in pursuit of one thing: MONEY.

INT. OFFICE BUILDING - EARLY MORNING

We follow one RON CASHMAN, played by the A-List star Cody Marshall, into an elevator. The packed elevator rustles with idle chatter. Investment bankers, stockbrokers, and traders huddle up too close for comfort. Some can be heard yelling into their cell phones with either fury or elation as the elevator comes to a stop.

FAT BUSINESSMAN: What do you mean he sold? I TOLD HIM TO BUY, DAMMIT! WE'RE DOWN 12 PERCENT NOW AND THE OIL REPORTS ARE COMING OUT TODAY, YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER!

Ron looks at the rotund executive and chuckles. He begins his walk to his office at Bearish Bull Sensible Risk Investments, first passing by reception. Ron heads to his hot receptionist, Kelly's desk, slipping off his wedding ring on the way.

RON (in his best Joey Tribbiani voice): How YOU doin'?

KELLY (slightly uncomfortable): Uh, I'm good, thanks for asking. You have the training session with the new employees today... right now actually.

RON: Right. You the real MVP.

Ron grabs a piece of paper from the desk, crumples it up, and shoots it into the wastebasket as he walks away.

RON: KOBE!

KELLY: That was a fax from corporate!

Ron speeds up as he makes his way to the conference room, as a motley crew of new hires awaits him. We see a MIDGET wearing a ghastly green ensemble with horrible dirty blonde hair. This midget looks a lot like Harvey Yorke. Next to him is a man with flowing black hair, wearing cringey sunglasses with crosses on them and a bedazzled glittery blazer. We get the feeling he's supposed to be Nathan Fiora (but the writers can't say he's actually Nathan Fiora, otherwise we'd get sued). Finally, we see a fat Mexican man, BARRY WHITE, wearing a mask. This is Ironico, dumbasses.

RON: Congratulations. You guys are the Elite of the Elite. We don't hire just anyone to work at Bearish Bull Sensible Risk Investments. We only hire the best. So it should be an honor for you to be in the same room as someone like me. My name is Ron Cashman, and I'm a Partner here at Bearish Bull Sensible Risk Investments. I made 4 million dollars last year. You want that to be you?

MIDGET: Absolutely. I graduated with a 4.0 GPA from Harvard. I am kind of a big deal. In fact, this past summer...

RON: This past summer at band camp, blah blah blah. Cut it. You might have been king shit back in college, but this is the big leagues. In the corporate world it's sink or swim. There's a reason why I'm the one with the big swinging dick in the room and not you.

GAY HAIRDRESSER: Ooh, big swinging dicks! Ahem. I started off as the personal hairstylist for one of your colleagues here, and I worked my way up this far. Did it take a few sexual favors to a few big, hairy men? Sure. But that's how the world works. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win. That's why I know I've got what it takes to be your next partner.

The ambiguously gay hairdresser winks.

RON: Woah. I don't roll like that.

The masked man stands up and speaks in a rambling British accent.

BARRY: What's up, YOUNS? My name is Barry White, and I haven't a blitherin' bloody idea what in the bloody 'ell is going on with the rest of you WANKKAS...

RON: Was that even fucking English? And what's with the mask? Who the fuck hired this character?

BARRY: Nobody. I just walked in, YOUNS!

RON: Sorry, I don't speak retarded.

Barry climbs on top of the table and stretches his arms out.

RON: Get the fuck down from...

Barry begins singing.

♫ ♫ ♫
BARRY: I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!

The others exchange puzzled looks before the ex-hairdresser joins in, singing the next line of the song.

GAY HAIRDRESSER: I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKY!

MIDGET: I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY NIGHT AND DAY!

Ron shakes his head and laughs.

RON: What the fuck? Is this High School Musical or something? Fucking wannabe musical motherfucking... ah, fuck it... SPREAD MY WINGS AND FLY AWAY!

ALL TOGETHER NOW: I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!
♫ ♫ ♫

Barry jumps off the table towards Ron, who catches him and begins to military press the masked man over his head with ease. One rep, two, three, four, five.

SIX.

SEVEN.

EIGHT.

Ron puts Barry down.

RON: Eight. Seems like an appropriate number. Also the age at which El Ironico likes his chicas... anyways, you guys are the worst group of new hires I've ever had the misfortune of speaking to. I know none of you will succeed because you're all fucking hapless clowns. And not the good kind. BECAUSE THERE ARE NO GOOD KINDS OF CLOWNS, DAMMIT! THEY'RE ALL CREEPY. AND WEIRD. GET OUT OF MY OFFICE! YOU'RE ALL FIRED!

And thus ends the tale of Bearish Bull Sensible Risk Investments's new hires turned new... fires? Barry and the midget leave the room embarrassed, staring at the floor and shuffling out quickly.

GAY HAIRDRESSER: MUST THIS BE MY REALITY?! GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE TO PROVE MY WORTH. I AM KING OF THE STOCK MARKET!

RON: King? Nah. You're just a queen.

END SCENE.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 12:40 am by **Keelan**

DELUSION.

Lars Grier and I find ourselves in a very peculiar predicament. The two of us share the same goals, the same destinations, the same outcomes. We are in the exact same position; both incredibly talented individuals without an EAW resume of championship gold behind us to help us delve into something more in this company. We need to evolve on our own and make our own destiny here as one of us could have the liberty and the honour to have the EAW World Heavyweight Championship as our first title here in Elite Answers Wrestling. The two of us stand a top of the mountain but there just is not enough room for the two of us. It’s a shoving match to see who will be the last man standing atop of the highest point. The one that falls will fall hard and it is a long way down, and climbing back up it will be no easy feat either. The only real difference between Lars Grier and Keelan Cetinich is the paths we have both chosen to take. I personally feel like I had more of a difficult road; having my fair share of setbacks, emotional distraughts and difficult obstacles to climb over but I also had my moments of glory and redemption is picking up much needed victories to help boost my stock here on Sunday Night Voltage and help get me to the elite level I am currently on today. Lars, while he’s had his setbacks, has had the reliance upon others to help bring him up such as The King’s Guard. While none of this matters too much as we cannot change the path while it’s been set in stone, it is interesting how our paths have suddenly crossed one another. With the one goal in mind, the two of us don’t just want to be the EAW World Heavyweight Champion… we need to be it. I have encountered Lars Grier before on three separate occasions, and with a victory under my belt over him on one of those, I have to say that the Lars Grier I am facing this Sunday is certainly a different individual. He is more motivated, more focused; deadlier and more dangerous than ever before. But one thing still remains the same unfortunately, and it’s the one thing I find he still has clouding his vision and his mindset and that is his misapprehension.

Lars, here you stand face to face with me on top of the mountain, with the Voltage roster beneath our feet and an entire world surrounding us built by Jamie O’Hara. The world he built is a hapless creation that so many have allowed to happen but we have the chance to burn it to ashes and start anew. But how can you do this with your fallacy? You continue to mistake yourself with idiotic comments and it only comes across as if you aren’t ready for the challenge of being a world champion. While I am glad to see that this new attitude of yours towards everybody giving you shit has changed into saying that you just do not care and you’re deafening the hate, I can’t help but ask myself… why? Why not let that hate fuel you? Why not give people a reason to have them believe in what you are capable of, because I sure as shit know exactly what you’re capable of. Why can’t you use the built up anger inside yourself created from the voices of the lesser known to beat me to a bloody pulp and render me a defeated man? If you say you are ready to take this loss against me on the chin, walk away and come back with a different goal in mind then by all means, but you should know that upon saying that, you basically just admitted defeat.

AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE SMARTEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE.

Because Lars, how can you overcome me? Every single promotion I have been apart of in my near 15-year long career, I’ve been a world champion in all of them. You, however, have had your first run in your whole wrestling career in EAW without a single strap of gold to your name. Now I know this is a different promotion than all the others I have been in, and a close to five year retirement definitely didn’t help my cause because I learned the hard way that this is a different business now, but I adapted as I always do. Lars, the truth is that you can’t get ready for me, because how can you train for a decorated veteran such as myself that has nothing to lose? You can’t. Your dire interest in becoming EAW World Heavyweight Champion is fine but you are letting it cloud your judgement. You’re letting it blind you from what’s ahead. Are you forgetting that you have to go through me, and then either Jamie O’Hara or Chris Elite first? If you are truly thinking before you act, then you are thinking way too much, because all it seems you can process in that brain of yours is that championship gold you so desperately want to attain. While that gold can be a motivating trait, the way you are allowing it to come across is that it’s your sole focus is on that, and not at the task at hand. You know, you asked me if I am able to replicate my performances against Jamie O’Hara in my singles match against him on Voltage and being in the final two with him at Road to Redemption. Lars, if you watched both of those matches over and watched them closely, you would see and you would learn that I performed differently in both encounters. What was it that I said during the week leading up to Road to Redemption? I mentioned to Jamie O’Hara himself that I did not put 100% of my effort into my singles match against him on Voltage, and I STILL almost gave him the upset loss. With my 100% effort in that chamber match, it was just one simple low blow that made all the difference because I had the champion exactly where I wanted him. Lars, it’s not how I can replicate for a future championship match against him, it’s how I can adapt differently next time.

You’re right on a couple of things though Lars. One of them being is that I do seek the basics. I seek the glory I hope to gain and hold tightly into my chest one more time in my career. Do I seek the recognition from my peers? Well, no, because I already have that. I don’t need a championship belt for that. Lars you should know this already but I will elaborate anyway. Whenever my theme song hits on Voltage, I get the largest ovation over any other talent in that locker room every single time. I get the loudest cheers and round of applause from every crowd, and do you know why? It’s because they know how badly I deserve to have another moment like this. They know how deep I dig down within myself to pull out the big victories to add to my record. To them, I am a relatable figure because they look at me as an example of an inspirational individual. They see me and they see themselves, Lars. It’s something that I am, and will always be, forever grateful for. This isn’t something that I ever intended to have happen, but it’s something I try and hold a candle to because I do all of this for them. If that isn’t an example of a natural drive Lars, then I don’t know what to tell you. The other thing you’re right about Lars is that nothing in this world is planned. While this might be true, we still make life how we see fit. We still have the ability to change our career on our own for the better of for worse. With your poor attempt at playing mind games upon mentioning how I have had championships ripped away when I have been fingertips reach of them, I say that I have never EVER forgotten that feeling. I have never, nor will I ever, forget how terrible it feels and how it affected my mindset for the longest time, but Lars I am sure you know about this feeling just the same too. For this is another prime example of a natural drive because I have used that feeling as a tool to get better and better each and every single time.

Also, it’s one thing to be able to turn to the age of extreme and violence, but it’s another to be living in it. All my career, the hardcore environment was my little home away from home. These are the matches I strive in and if it’s a new stipulation I haven’t been apart of before, I am able to make the adjustments I need to make to alter to it quickly. Lars, you won’t just be walking into a simple Electric Deathmatch versus Keelan Cetinich, you’ll be walking into an Electric Deathmatch versus The Killer. And I hope to god you don’t say, “well you’ve lost in hardcore environments before to Ahren Fournier and Nathan Fiora so what’s the difference here?” The difference here is that those two were men representing hardcore. As the champions, they delved into the hardcore scene and transformed it into their own little world. It’s a very difficult task to change an already evolving world to make it into your own, but it’s easier to transform a stipulation with two men going in blind and making it a beautiful piece of art with how you see fit. In other matches with stipulations such as these, I entered and I won, because I was able to do just that. Lars, you will struggle in the world I will invent for the two of us. You will cave to the pain you will feel as I crack every single bone in your body. Every scream you make will be music to my ears as I plan to play your whole body like a musical instrument. Every slit I open up, every drop of blood that falls from your skin, it will help paint my world into a masterpiece for the world to see. Then, and only then, will I come out victorious and the new number one contender to the EAW World Heavyweight Championship.

Lars, I have heard you say time and time again to me and to other opponents you have fought that I will be standing across the ring from a Raven who has waited so long to rise. That this time will be a chance to prove yourself and to the rest of the world that Lars Grier is NOT a throw away. Well, I must ask… what makes this time different from all the others? You know it’s one thing to say it repeatedly but it’s another thing to act upon it, and Lars you have not acted upon it one bit. You’ve said it for Pain For Pride X in the Cash in the Vault match, and what happened? You lost. More recently, you said it for the Elimination Chamber match at Road to Redemption, and what happened? You lost. Please tell me what makes this time different from all of the other times? Enlighten me. You ask me if I am prepared for the war? Bitch, are YOU prepared for it? You might think you are, but I promise you that you will not be. Oh and wouldn’t it be a joy to see, “Lars Grier, Youngest World Heavyweight Champion,” across billboards, newspapers and headlines, because obviously it would be a typo; an error in fine print, because Lars you would NOT be the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history. Shit, you wouldn’t even be the youngest EAW World Heavyweight Champion in EAW history. Lars, you are 27 years old. Jacob Senn won it at 25, shit Hurricane Hawk won it at 21! So unless there is a 14 year old Chinese boy pulling the strings of you Lars, I would say that the delusion you have is very real and once again very evident in your speech.

And this is why you will fail.

THE KILLER HAS SPOKEN.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 23rd 2017, 12:23 am by **Harvey Yorke**

PROMO TITLE: "I BELIEVE IN ME."
EVENT: SHOCK VALUE 2017
COMPETITION: NATHAN FIORA, AZRAEL, RYAN WILSON, CODY MARSHALL, EL IRONICO, AXL WILLOW, SHAKER JONES
MATCH TYPE: 8 MAN ELECTRIC GAUNTLET MATCH (#1 CONTENDER FOR THE NEW BREED TITLE)
WORD COUNT: 3213 WORDS

SCENE 001: HOME
MONDAY // THE HAWK & SPARROW PUB // CHICAGO, IL

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XANDER HEALY ››› "Don’t get too full of yourself."

Just as Harvey Yorke was about to down another celebratory lager, Xander Healy’s voice from across the pub stopped him. Sure, he could brush the man off, but what good would that do? Besides, we’re not just talking about some manager, some life coach. Xander is a man who’s saved Harvey’s life on more than one occasion. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Harvey listened, though. He made sure to wave Xander off with a cheeky grin and a roll of the eyes, but it was all done in good faith.

HARVEY YORKE ››› "Hey, alright. But only because you said so. More specifically, because I don’t wanna have to deal with another one of your infamous bitch fits."

Xander laughed.

XANDER HEALY ››› "My bitch fits? Look who’s talkin’. But no, seriously, you know I want the best for you, H. Maybe it’s best if you lay off the booze, even if it’s just this week, yeah? You’ve got that eight-man electric gauntlet match coming up, and you have to be at one-hundred percent."

HARVEY YORKE ››› "Okay, you’re right. There. You got what you wanted to hear."

XANDER HEALY ››› "Look, Harv. I get that you’re not exactly sober. You haven’t had the best run in EAW, but it’s still something I’m damn proud of. And you should be as well. But between you and me, we don’t need another fall from grace. At Shock Value, you’re going to take that number one contendership and steal it right from under the competition."

HARVEY YORKE ››› "Easier said than done. I haven’t let go of the past just yet. It’d be stupid for me to go out there and say I’m letting go of what I’ve done wrong. The past won’t be put to rest until I allow it to. Not until I right every single wrong I’ve committed before."

The duo knew that comfortable silence was overrated, but they welcomed it with open arms. Finally, Xander broke the silence, a newfound fire burning bright in his eyes.

XANDER HEALY ››› "You kill those memories starting tonight. One by one, until it’s etched into everyone’s mind that you’re the era Voltage has long been crying out for."

SCENE 002: IN THE BLOOD
TUESDAY // THE UNDERGROUND // CHICAGO, IL

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The sound of leather soles hitting against concrete echoes throughout the barren wasteland known as the Underground—it’s almost rhythmic. The movement comes to an end, and we find Harvey Yorke sitting on a rusted chair, amongst the rubble and empty beer cans. In one hand, is a stack of cards, in the other, a can of Coors Light. He looks up, greeting his selected audience with a smug expression.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "I love this feeling. Just me, sitting before a camera, booze in hand. It’s the calm before the storm. A cool down period before I strike again. Last Sunday, I promised the world a statement, one that still reigns true. The new era slowly dawns upon us, and for the sake of the masses, I hope you’re all ready. I do not have the time to wait to dethrone Finnegan Wakefield—or Jon McAdams, whoever leaves Shock Value with my New Breed Championship. A bold statement, I know. But I’ve shown the willingness to lead a new era—that as the Saint of Violence, I’m able to offer salvation to a decaying breed."

For a moment, Harvey stares off into the emptiness that surrounds him.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "You just don't know how to stay down, huh, Cody? You know, for a man who prides himself on his size and strength, you sure as hell don't know when to use them to your advantage. Oh, who am I kidding. What's a man's strength without his brain? See, Cody, I outsmarted you last Sunday. I took advantage on what you couldn't, and got the victory. And just as I've promised, I proved that the Saint of Violence is back in business. You on the other hand...have yet to show any improvement. I called you out for being silent, you turned it around by having me seem as though I was begging for your attention. That, Cody Marshall, was a choice. Whether you or your ego would like to admit it, I got the best out of you. Verbally, physically, and mentality, you and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum. I may not be the most intimidating competitor overall in this match, but compared to you? I've got your number. A win against you not only propelled my momentum, but also granted me insight on how our future encounter at Shock Value will end. That loss of yours, it's still fresh in your memory.

Speaking of memory, I can’t help but to recall the last time I was put into a position similar to the one I’m in today. I’m talking about the grueling tournament I had to overcome for a shot at the Interwire Championship. Particularly, the first match, yours truly versus Shaker Jones. Now, I promised myself I’d let this man become obsolete on his own accord, but alas! We cross paths yet again. It gets frustrating, Shaker. It really does. To know I’ve put you down already and then demonstrate that once more to a bigger audience...it’s redundant, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, what can you do that you haven’t already done before? You’ll come out, apologize...say “hello, hello, hello!” or something completely mental, but even then, your fans won’t be able to say they’re on your side.

That’s what I love about being the supervillain in every story. Not only do I get to expose you for who you truly are, but I get to do so in the most humiliating fashion.

Your needless apologies and excuses is what demoted you down to NEO. You’re no hero, Shaker, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can move on with your pathetic career. You’re a victim of your own facade. You’ve tried for so long to outrun all your failures, but they just keep catching up to you. And now Shaker, there’s nowhere left to run. Your back’s up against the wall, and I’ve got the gun in my hand, yearning for blood. Maybe that's your role in all of this, Shaker. The losing man. But hey, I must give credit where it’s due. You have made quite a heroic sacrifice in the past, and that’s making me into the success story that I am today. So thank you, Shaker Jones, for shedding your blood for such a noble cause."

A roaring laughter ensues.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "Onto the ‘Jerk With a Mouth’, it’s Ryan fucking Wilson. You know, when they came up with the idea of Voltage being the ‘Land of Opportunity,’ I didn’t expect for the higher ups to take it so literally. Seriously, what have you’ve done to end up in this match, Ryan? I understand that hiding behind a mask and sending vague threats on social media makes you look superior...at least that’s how it plays out in your head. And listen, I get it. Desperation can drive a man insane, and in your case, not even the highest mental institution will be able to help you. It’s beyond me, Ryan, how contradictory nearly all of your statements have been since arriving to EAW. One moment, you’re bragging about all the “right” you’ve been doing. Spewing all this garbage about how all you’ve done is face champions since debuting here at Voltage. But once those very same champions find a weakness in you, there you are screaming, “I know I have a lot to prove! I know I’m not worthy!”"

Harvey takes a swig before continuing.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "Cut the shit, Ryan. What’s next is that you’ll probably say that I’m full of contradictions too. After all, how could I turn from a Devil into a Saint overnight? But you see, Ryan, I don’t do these radical transformations that the masses are so used to. I’m still the same bastard everyone loves to hate. I’m still the same bastard who can’t get the job done, but considering who I have to get through this week? I can’t say this will be a challenge for myself. You, however, have so much you’ve yet to prove. Ryan you talk a lot of shit, but you never do seem to learn from it. I suggest that you further evaluate where you stand right now. Go ahead, bask in the glory that is a future championship opportunity, and savor it while you can. It’ll be a long, long time before you’re able to find it again.

Next, we have Ryan Wilson’s little fuckbuddy, Azrael. See, I don’t even need to hear it come out of your mouth. Not when Ryan does all the talking, anyways. I wish I could say I pity you, because even despite your best efforts, you can barely light a candle to Shaker Jones’ or Ryan Wilson’s flame—that right there is nothing to be proud of. At least I can see why Cody Marshall was put into this match: he’s a former champion and knows what it takes to take the gold for himself. It’s a shame the bloke’s mind is lost somewhere in the blinding lights of Hollywood, but I digress. You, Azrael, are nothing but a shadow. That’s coming from the wanker who claims to live in the darkness. It’s my understanding that both you and Ryan Wilson were called up at the same time, but in all honesty, it was wise of Ashten Cross to throw you two to the wolves. Ashten saw that the two of you wouldn’t accomplish much in NEO, so being the generous man that he is, he sent you guys to my brand. And at Shock Value, I’ll solidify the fact that Voltage is no land of opportunity, not as long as I’m around.

I’m sure you would like to believe all of these losses will one day turn around, and that Shock Value will be your moment. It doesn’t work like that. Not when the most significant thing you’ve done is live in Ryan Wilson’s shadow. It’s madness, Azrael, that even your friend’s EAW Feed presence overshadows your ringwork."

Harvey rolls his eyes, a long exhale escaping his lungs. He shakes his head before continuing.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "I’ll make this short and simple, stay the fuck away from Voltage. I don’t enjoy visitors, especially the kind who will never amount to anything.

Seriously, you don’t want to end up like El Irónico. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve been here for just about a year and you’ve created a massive following out of being the underdog. But getting so close can only get you so far, I’m sure that’s something we can agree on. When it comes to facing multiple people or being placed in tournaments, you can’t get the job done. I remember you and I were in the tournament to crown the Interwire Champion back in May...oh wait. You didn’t even survive the first round against Chris Elite. The same man I defeated in order to advance to the finals. Granted, Elite is off to doing bigger and better things, but I guess that’s on me for fleeting the scene whilst I was gaining recognition. For that reason, Irónico, I can’t say I’m handing over this win to you, either. You see, I’ve come close for far too long, I grew frustrated, and now I must pay the price. In a way, this match is my own personal purgatory, not because my back’s against the wall, but because I know I deserve something better. Something more than this.

Let’s take a look at the present, though, shall we? It wasn’t long ago that We Are the Bollocks lost in the Tag Team Grand Prix final. Hell, in this season alone, the only win that meant anything was when you defeated Cody Marshall. What does that say about you, Irónico? To me, it says that no matter how hard you try, you’ll always be one step behind. And on top of that, you’re highly dependent on Finnegan Wakefield’s skills. I’m not even keen on this bloke, but I’m sure that as a fighting champion, he deserves a proper challenge. That’s me, Irónico, not you. Face it, without Wakefield, you’re a walking failure. You may pride yourself on the fans who still cheer you every single night, but believe me, they only cheer you on because they enjoy seeing you making a living joke out of yourself.

You know, I wish the next guy was any better, but at this point I’ve lost all hope. Axl Willow, ‘Trapsoul’ himself."

Harvey looks at his notes with a puzzled expression, scoffing at the sight of Axl’s nickname.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "Lord, you NEO guys and your tasteless nicknames. And here I was thinking I was being unoriginal. But in all seriousness, Axl, you’ve made it. I know you never quite cared about NEO and their demands, but if you’re thinking of bringing that mentality with you to Voltage, I can’t say you’ll last long.“I’m only here for the paychecks!” you cry, “There’s nothing for me in this brand.” And sure, I could go out and say I see a bit of myself in you, but that’d mean degrading my intelligence. Pointing fingers is a dangerous game, Axl. You’re sacrificing the bare minimum, and yet you’re still demanding for money, gold, and fame. What exactly separates you from the rest of those talentless hacks down at NEO? Absolutely nothing. This carefree attitude of yours, I’ve seen it all before. Newsflash: it won’t get you anywhere. You’ll get too caught up on whether or not Savannah will answer your calls to even give your all in this gauntlet match.

Hell, from what I’ve studied, you seem to be more interested in making an edgy statement over winning. You should know better than going into battle claiming that you’re the best without even taking a good look in the mirror. Axl Willow, you’re a rags to riches story gone wrong. You thought you grew up with nothing back at Bunker Hill, but soon enough, you'll be nothing.

And speaking of nothing, I figured it’s time I address the man of the hour. Nathan Fiora. I'm sure you'd like to believe we're fighting the same side, Fiora, but we're not. You wouldn't know a damn thing about revenge, about reality. What has this company, hell, what has this business taken away from you? All you've done is point fingers towards the powers that be, because you can't afford to get your hands dirty. Why is that? Would it have something to do with the fact that you've lied and hid away in the shadows for a good majority of your pathetic career? See, Fiora, it's not my intention to intimidate you with what I know. The truth, you already wear it like a heart on a sleeve. You have let your resentment towards yourself get the best of you. Now, you want to go ahead and say, "Wrestling did this to me." When the reality is, Nathan Fiora did this to you.

To let a man so confined inside the four walls he built around himself tell me what my reality is? Don’t make me laugh. You know, for a man who prides himself on exposing the world around him, you haven’t shown the world who the true Nathan Fiora is. There was a time where you were a rising star Fiora. You kissed just about everyone’s ass to rise to the top, but you got there eventually. And then you became Hardcore Champion. Albeit all the names you conquered that night seem like an easy task to overcome. Congratulations, nonetheless. I’m sure it’s something that puts your mind at ease when you can’t go to sleep, wondering just where you went wrong. You used to be a prospect, your name used to mean something around these parts, but now, Fiora, you’re clawing for relevancy."

A brief pause, Harvey chuckling at the thought of his conclusion.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "That’s it, isn’t it? You like to take on challenges bigger than you in order to put your name back on the map. When the truth is, you’re scared. We’re all men here. The sooner you realize you’re bound to fade away some day, the easier it is to accept the onset of death. Thank God you’ve yet to accomplish anything more than a lousy title run and shooting the shit behind a commentary table, because you’re not the man who can lead the New Breed division. You’re unfit, and at Shock Value, it’s all about knowing what your worth to this brand truly is. Fuck, who better to make you fall to reality than someone who can reach limits you didn’t even know you have?"

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SCENE 003: TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN...
WEDNESDAY // THE UNDERGROUND // CHICAGO, IL

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We fade into a new scene, one that’s darker and more menacing than the last. For a moment, it seemed as though we’re staring at a blank screen, until a vintage television turns on. A hand presses ‘play’ and we see an interrogation room come to life. Despite the chilling atmosphere that the room seemed to give off, Harvey remained unfazed. He stands before the camera, poised with arrogance and an undying sense of determination.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "I refuse to be forgotten. But do not mistake that as a need for attention. I could care less about the mass followings, the voices of disapproval, the people trying to decypher my true intentions. Ha! Keep believing in the lies. You see, it’s impossible to unravel the real Harvey Yorke. It’s best to keep your best self hidden. As I overturn one generation to the next, you’ll all be thanking me. Voltage is crying out for someone to lead the new generation."

Harvey turns away from the camera, only momentarily. As if to say “...And that’s me,” but the harsh lighting made it hard to tell.

HARVEY YORKE ››› 'ultraviolence'... "I returned to spread the truth. Not just about my opposition, but about myself. And if I’m being fucking honest, allowing anyone of these miserable cunts to take that opportunity away from me would cause me a great deal of pain. That I will admit. But all the unpredictability, all the chaos, all the mad control that consumes me—those traits overcome the sorrow. I will not allow defeat to deter me. I’ll be doing Voltage, NEO...hell, the future of this industry a favor by taking these seven men's hopes and dreams. Their hearts may be in the right place, but you must all believe me when I say that they’re only in this fight to benefit themselves, and that’s if they can find it within them to dethrone Finnegan Wakefield. Everybody licks their lips at the sight of championship gold, but not everybody bites. Everybody fights for the betterment of the future, but time itself cannot be controlled by the feeble-minded.

And so, I’ll continue to walk the trail of blood, never turning back. Ultraviolence...the way, the truth, the life."

The Saint’s last words play back repeatedly before the screen glitches. Cut to static. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 11:55 pm by **April Song**

Testy Moments

Hey everyone, it’s Erica Ford here with an exclusive EAW.com look inside Empire. All eyes in the Women’s Division will be fixed on Oxford, Mississippi on the campus of The University of Mississippi as April Song challenges her long-time nemesis for the EAW Specialists Championship, current champ Consuela Rose Ava. While there is a mutual respect between the two, there is also plenty of bad blood. Consuela taunting April by claiming she didn’t bother to ask for a rematch, April’s throwing of her unbeaten record against Consuela in her face until Consuela won a triple threat match that involved the late Brody Sparks, pinning April no less, to regain the Specialists title after losing it shockingly in her first defense. April was asked about the title situation in an interview for local radio in Oxford and things got a little intense when the question was brought up...

Interviewer: In a recent interview, Consuela seemed to insinuate that you never bothered to ask for a rematch for the title after she beat you for it, is there any truth to that?

April:………Why should I have to ask?

Interviewer: I mean, if-

April: Why should I have to ask? I haven’t been in wrestling or EAW very long, but it’s my understanding that defeated champions are usually given a prompt rematch for the title, you know? When Consuela-

Interviewer: That’s not what I asked though-

April: When Consuela lost her title, wasn’t she given a nearly immediate rematch for it in a match that she chose herself? I didn’t even have the advantage of choosing how my own defense works, did I not?

Interviewer: I get that, but the question I asked you was that if you wanted a rematch, why didn’t you request one?

April: Because I didn’t feel like it should have been necessary. Every champion that I’ve seen lose their gold since I’ve been here has had an opportunity to regain the title and didn’t have to grovel at the feet of a general manager to get it. Maybe I should have vocalized my intention to have a challenge, but what am I going to do when I’m offered a spot in the Elimination Chamber, or at least an opportunity to have it? By the time all that’s decided, I’m still waiting for the title match by the way. It seems like this is Consuela’s way of saying I’m too lazy or I’m scared. I don’t know.

Things got a little testy later on when April’s ill-fated and mostly quiet Specialists Championship reign and her win-loss record were mentioned.

April: You know, I don’t understand why you guys are obsessed with wins and losses. You have people on Voltage like Carlos Rosso who do nothing but lose and get title matches. You have people like Scott Oasis who lose like fifty times to The Pizza Boy. Why is my win-loss record something that Consuela and you people in the media obsess over. It just (bleep) pisses me off, excuse my language, that is a major issue. I mean, look at the Elimination Chamber. I had gone against four of the five people of the elimination chamber and I had beaten three of them and gave Aria a hell of a fight. This obsession with wins and losses instead of consistency and the quality of the opposition I’ve defeated is a bit annoying. I have a winning record here in EAW. I have more submission and knockout victories than anyone else on the roster. Really? What do I have to do? Go undefeated? Not lose for like twenty years? I don’t get it. Wins and losses happen. Consuela lost to me three times but did anyone think less of her for it? Did anyone think she was overrated? No. I think I am entitled to similar respect with the people that I’ve beaten and the year that I’ve had. It wasn’t a great year, but it was for the most part steady.

Interviewer: What do you say about having two months to have a meaningful Specialists Championship reign and your failure to do something?

April: (audibly scoffs) I’ve talked about this over 10 times. You people act like someone can show up and be like, “Hey, I want this match and that match!” I don’t have that kind of pull. Consuela’s seemingly forgetting that I did have a defense in all this time where I beat her, and before any other defenses could immediately come, I was put on the desk for commentary. I don’t understand how this is still not penetrating her skull. I didn’t have a say in the matter. I mean she’s a hell of a competitor and I have a lot of respect for her in the ring, but this spin job that she and other people have tried in the past is ridiculous. And then she says “Oh, I only had two weeks the first time I was champion!” Well, there was a reason for that, sunshine. I took it from her. And that’s not any sneaky disrespect, that’s just what happened. I took the title. Just like she would eventually take it back from me. That’s how it works.

Interviewer: What do you think about her comment about it never being “April Song vs The World”…but it’s always “April Song vs Herself”. How do you feel about that?

(For one of the few times in the interview April stops a few moments to think.)

April: Well, in a way she’s wrong and in a way she’s absolutely right. I mean, I don’t compete against just the person across the ring from me. I compete against myself also. As much as the people here annoy me or inspire me, there is no person on the roster or anywhere that will put as much pressure or meter out harsher criticism on myself than myself. In that regard, she’s absolutely correct.

While there was some fire in April’s words as the interview came to an end, there was also some reflection and genuine respect for Consuela….

April: Well, we’re very different and we have a very different recollection of events, but I do respect her very much. We have both been champion before and she’s the current champion, but on Thanksgiving I plan on taking the Specialists Championship belt back for good. There’s nothing else really to say about that. Don’t get me wrong, as much as I dislike the wrestler, I like the person. But I have to beat that person, that wrestler. It’s what we’re paid to do as professionals, you know? And that’s what I plan on doing. I plan on winning.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 11:24 pm by **Chelsea Crowe**

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event: thursday night empire | 11/23/2017 edition
promo number: 3
participants: chelsea crowe versus stephanie matsuda
word count: 2,194 words

scene one:
november 22, 2017 // televised

We've come full circle. As a band who'll go out of style in a week play their latest experimental punk song to a room full of loud 'free spirits', Chelsea Crowe sits in the corner, watching them all. The 'Hot Topic' look has returned, black adorns her lips, and those 'masks' she wore before this week have been replaced with one much more familiar. But were they masks, is this a mask? You'll have to keep guessing.

Whatever this image is that she presents, it has done its job in luring people in. Beside Chelsea on the worn-out couch rests a drunken blonde, the collection of lipstick smears on her neck matching the shade that graces Chelsea's smile. But she was over her now. In fact, she was over this whole 'gig': the band were giving her a headache, the chaotic graffiti covering the walls and ceiling was hurting her eyes, and the thoughts going through her head needed to be let out. So Chelsea left her little corner, leaving behind the half-passed out lover she'd cornered in a bathroom an hour or so ago, and retreated away from the mob and music.

The camera follows her as she passes shirtless wanderers and grimy punks, until she finally finds a quiet spot hidden through a doorway that reads 'No Entry'. The room is desolate, filled only with old posters and broken furniture. Perfect. As Chelsea leans against a nearby wall, she finds the camera, and smiles.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Did you miss this? Did you miss the cheap Hot Topic look? I'm sure you did, Cloud. I bet you wished I had stuck to the 'predictable' mask you saw the first time we encountered each other. It would make all of this so easy for you. Unfortunately, I have too many masks, so much so that I love switching between them. That's what's going to happen at Empire. All these different versions of me you've seen...they'll all play their role in our match. And you're not ready for all of them. You're barely even ready for the one you saw way back when in our first match.

There's a lot you don't know about me, and a lot you'll never find out.

So you don't know me as well as you'd think. I'm still surprising you, still making you shocked because I'm “that kind of girl”. Oh, Cloud, you're really going to be in for a surprise. But let me clarify something: the 'Queenslayer' isn't a moniker I'm adopting. You should know by now how much I detest nicknames like that, and I'm not one to get ahead of myself like you have with this whole 'my Empire' BS. But it is a mask I'll be slipping into – a little something special for you. Some would say it's a strategy. One of many. Because you see, my playbook isn't exhausted. I'm flicking through the pages and finding moves you can't even predict, moves I haven't pulled out in a while. For every strategy you shut down, I'll have several more to throw at you. I've proven that already in my career: someone tries to shut me down, I just whip out something different and throw them through a loop. Hell, you can't even shut down the moves I've used before, so my playbook is far from being overused.

There's nothing about me that you should take at face value – not even my unconscious body. In case you haven't noticed, I play the role of the weaker girl pretty well. I know I'm not the most dangerous animal in this kingdom. In fact, I like being seen as the prey, as the target. It makes taking down the predators so much more satisfying. All it takes is for someone like you to take me at face value, to see me as defeated, and then I can trap you. Because even when I'm down, you shouldn't count me out – you should know that by now. And I'm not just saying that because you've fought me, I'm saying that because you've seen first-hand what happens to people when they think I'm not getting back up.”

Chelsea smirks sinisterly before continuing.

CHELSEA CROWE: “You may have spent your whole career fighting people who tried to get into your head, but have you beaten all of them? No. You've let those mind games get to you before in the past, be it against the Sanatorium at Terminus, Hexagun at King of Elite in 2016, or your former Formation friends at Malicious Intentions. There's many instances of you stumbling and falling due to mind games, so don't think that just because you've dealt with them throughout your career that you're immune to them. They've worked before, and at some point, they'll work again.

You may be focussed and ready for Bloodletter, but you're not focussed on me. That was my complaint, Cloud. I don't care about where your head is going into your title match, I care about where it is now, as we wait for Empire. And I can tell it's not in a good place considering you're against me. You're still talking about “after Empire”, but I'm here to talk about our match. You may surpass me at Bloodletter, but on Empire, you won't have such luck. Because on Empire, I'm not sitting back and watching you – I'm going to be in that ring with you, and I'll be standing back and watching as you fall apart beneath my hands. Meanwhile, you'll be too busy looking ahead to Bloodletter to pick up the pieces.

I'm not praying that you'll make a mistake, because I know you will. You're making mistakes already: taking me at face value, stating there's no mystique left and then acting surprised when I reveal a different side to myself...you're slipping up. And I don't forget those kinds of things. I don't overlook any flaw, and you may be able to adapt, but so do I. I've based my entire style on it, I've gained a winning streak because of it. If you want versatility, I'm your girl. But you don't want that, do you? You want me to be predictable, you want this to be one mistake from the past that you can wipe from your hands with ease. Well, I'm not that. I stain, I linger. And you will not forget me. Nor will you forget the loss I'll hand you on Empire.”

A brief pause, a contemplative glance, and then Chelsea hums in thought.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I thought you said it was ambition that blinded you in your battle for the Openweight title and made you lose. “I was so determined to continue that match that my ambition blinded me,” were your exact words. Remember how focussed you were on winning that belt, on bringing it back to Empire? You were so focussed you couldn't even concentrate on our first match. And that focus and ambition got you nothing. It didn't even teach you a lesson, because here you are saying that one minute ambition blinded you, and the next it guides you. You need to make your mind up, Cloud. And that's not because I'm tired of the lies, but because for your own sake, you should sort out your priorities.

There's no doubt you deserve this title shot. You are one of the best on Empire, I'm not afraid to say that. And the reason is because I know I can match you. In that ring, I can get the better of you. I've done it before, and I've done it with people of all kinds of calibres. In Aria's eyes, you're her best friend, you're someone she thinks she can take advantage of with ease, someone who'll show her mercy.

I'm not Aria.

And unfortunately, you're fighting me this week, not her. You're taking on someone who's left you second-guessing. You just don't realise you've been doing it through your ego and your ambitions. Look at you: being surprised by me showing different sides of myself, backtracking to try and disprove me, underestimating me in even the slightest way. You're ready to fight Aria at Bloodletter – but you're not ready to fight me at Empire. You do have a lot to lose. And me, I don't have much: a streak, a potential bonus...all things I can regain. But if you think having a lot to lose is an advantage over someone with little on the line, then you're mistaken. It might make you fight harder, but I'm going out there knowing I have pressure points to press down on. And the mask you wear – the mask of the 'War Queen' – is starting to show cracks.”

Over the muffled sound of music, Chelsea laughs, the sound as clear as day and as sharp as a knife.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I love myself, that's enough. I don't need friends to hand me title shots out of sympathy. In fact, friends slow you down. Your friend is distracting you from this match since you keep coming back to her, for example. But I've had almost as much as I can take talking about your friends, so let's come back to you, Cloud. Let me ask you something: how many times have you invested in an uncertain future? And how many times has that come back to bite you in the arse? You've made more losses than profits from all your 'investments', and I think it's time you came up with a smarter strategy, hun. You ask me how many ways I can tell you you can't get the job done, and I say look at all I've said – I've come up with plenty of ways to tell and show you that you can't get the job done when it matters.

You just need to win. That's fair. But you do need to show me that I'm wrong as well. You need to prove that all of these claims I've made – that you can't get the job done when it counts, that you've lost more than profited, that you're falling into the same traps as before – are all lies. And right now, hun, you're not doing that. You're just spiralling, and with every spiral you unravel a bit more of yourself. You are pretty easy to figure out, because you've exposed yourself. You've invited me to look at your mistakes, you've hinted at your own insecurities. I don't see the War Queen, because I see through her – and I see you. I see Stephanie Matsuda, with all her worries of not being good enough, with all those losses burdening her, with all her selfish desires to rule Empire. I see you, Cloud, and I know how to make you trip.

I'm not nervous, because like you said, I have nothing to lose. But you're nervous. You have a lot to lose, and you know it. You have an entire future and reputation resting on this match. So if I were you, I would be nervous. I'd be ready to kill. Because in this match, I'm not letting you get away unscathed, and I'm definitely not going to be the one who pays the bill at the end of our little second date. You're the one who'll be made to pay.”

Chelsea smiles as she begins to conclude, as confident as ever.

CHELSEA CROWE: “You don't define me. You wish you could, because I'm a work of art that no one has quite managed to replicate. I'm not a masterpiece, not yet, but everyone can see that in me. Even you said I was a powerhouse in the making. And you wish you could be associated with that. You wish you weren't hidden behind the portraits of your friends and your past. So you try to live vicariously through me. You want to define me, because you want to be as close as possible to the force I've been since arriving on Empire. A bit of a grand statement considering your accomplishments and my status as a 'newbie', I know, but think about it in terms of what I bring. Independence, cunning, the ability to be an unapologetic bitch. I bet you saw what I did to Aria without even touching her, and somewhere in your 'War Queen' mind, you were amazed. You want to have that ability to get under people's skin like I can, you want to make them lose themselves to the point that they're ending the match on their own.

I'm not going to be the person you do that against. But you, you'll be another name on my list. You'll take your rightful place as someone who fell under my charm, and then got taken out by my venom. Though something good can come out of this for you, since you seem so interested in me. Once you're crying and suffering at my feet, I can show you a bit of mercy and suck the venom out before your title match. You know where my locker room is. And I won't even tell Monica.

Be seeing you, Cloud.”

As Chelsea smirks and walks out of frame, we fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 9:53 pm by **Irónico**

SHOCK VALUE: UNO

Poutine Dreams and Quebecois Wishes

A’REEET YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNSSSS!?!?!?

The gaffer of cheap laughs, cheap cider, and cheaper gash is in the gaff and - as yous know - I am allus looking to cadge something or other so keep that antenna tuned and it’ll all be lish. Christmas is nowt but a cockstride away, and right now I am hankering for a trio of things to stuff in my stocking.

Uno - Your undivided attención.

Dos - A twenty bag of the old wacky backy

T...Three - I want another shot at that New Breed Championship.

Thankfully, Christmas has come early this year because this week your chico is putting up his dawks on the most electrifying show on earth. No. I do not mean the El Irónishow. But if you missed it, have a butchers at last week’s programme because it was lush as a garden from start to finish. For those of you hanging winos who canny remember, Sunday is the Voltage exclusive SHOCK VALUE and I am ex-static to say that your chico and a few of the laditos will be charging into the ring for an Electric Gauntlet match to decide which of us scallies zaps next in the queue for a crack at the title. The big talking point last week was that I was chatting bollocks and none of these claht’eads knew what the fuck I was blathering on about. So at risk of dwining my time, I’ll try again to fettle the problem.

I… El Irónico… Am gonny… Bray. Lamp. Whallop… All of yous… In the nob.

Comprendo? I, El Irónico am gonny shock every last uno of you tossers and have the world at the foot of it’s stairs. Because this time I’m too fucked off to left this opportunity slip through my fucking fingers again. My hold on this one is gonny be tighter than clam’s arsehole at high tide because I’m fucking tired of being that undercunt one number off winning the National lottery. Now I know what is rattling around in your plant pots. Our kid Finn is the champion, and let’s not twat around the issue, he probably still will be after he gives Jon McAdams a smack square in the gob. But come on...we’ve been here before, Chavos. I rucked with Finn once before and we proved then that we aren’t just amigos, we are closer than fucking brothers. And the one thing that would make us both chuffed to pieces would be to be able to say that us two, together, are the absolute top of the pops in this division. And why the fuck shouldn’t I be at his level. It was together that we gave Team Keelan the bollocks they needed to stand up to Carlos and his mardy lot. It was together that we beat current champions and and allsorts to reach the finals of the Grand Pricks. And it was together that we rocked the hoose the last time the bollocks collided for the New breed Championship. Finnegan was the one who picked my pocket there, but only by the whinnlestraws. Besides, it was me picking his wallet at the bar that night. OLÉ!!! I’ve got a brand, spanking new bag of marlock to pull out and he’ll be soiling his britches when he finds out we’re set for round dos.

But first...The New Breed division in all it’s force. There are some new faces here, and some old ugly mugs. There is of course my old arch-nemesis, Cody “Son of Deborah” Marshall. The only hombre in this match to have held the New Breed Title before. And more importantly the only ladito to ever match me in a drinking game, but I’m telling you he couldn’t wrestle himself out of a paper bag. If his chin was half as tough as his liver was then I might have been wary about Señor Cody right now. But as it stands, he isn’t even the heavyweight NCAA drinking champion he used to be. He’s gone Hollywood. He’s detoxing. He’s twatted out of mind on The Heart Break Gal’s weightloss amphetamines. Just trying to reel in that dad bod for the red carpet, and yeah he’s looking bang tidy. But use your loaf, laditos, that isn’t competition shape. It’s all for show. Sure he isn’t wearing Deborah’s muumuu anymore. But this bloke’s Hank Marvin for some scran, his instagram is photoshopped, and his tits are implants. He has done sweet F A since I kicked his arse except fuck about making shit films where he pretends to be a right Jack the lad Bad Ass. That’s not him. And you’re a daft cow if you think that face-powdered pouf has the hepatic fortitude that I have.

Then there’s that lish, Nathan Fiora. Last time we met, he thought I was Nico Borġ and seemed to have more of an unhealthy obsession with masks than even I do. Needless to say, El Fiorasan is so off his trolley that his groceries’ a’ speeding off alone down the highway. It’s a shame an’ all. He could have done with that meat and two veg to replace what he’s missing. The winging bint still has a broomstick up his arse over sweet Becky Sawyer making the astute observation that El Irónico is one attractive international man of mystery. If Nate were to grow a pair then I think he wouldnae have to worry. But until then, all I’m sezzin’ is that Bex don’t seem the type to be into lezzin’. See… satisfying a chica is a lot like winning an eight man electric gauntlet match. It takes a real man. And it takes BOLLOCKS! It ain’t for the faint hearted, laditos. If it only takes the word “sexy” to get you blartin’ then you ain’t neither and it’s gonny be real horrorshow when you step into that ring.

If you thought Cody was “acting” and Rebecca Sawyer was faking it in the boudoir with Nate, then you better think on for a wee moment because you don’t seem to have met our kid Harvey. He’s got York in his name and Yorkshire on his birth certificate, but Yorkshire is not in his heart. He’s from the same beer-soaked God’s land that I’m from but you wouldnae know it. You’d hardly believe we were countrymen because he acts like he’s from a different planet. Slagging me off for speaking how we both grew up speaking. Fuck off, mate. Now Cody’s done a lot of shit. Nate’s a fucking crank. But this is what really gets my monk on. Harvey has forgotten where he’s come from. He’d quite happily disown everything and everybody, all the ninos back home while he chuffs out his chest and acts like he’s the bee’s knees and the most dangerous man about town. But you’re anything but. I hear the “Saint of Violence” doesn’t have the stomach for these kinds of multi man matches. He wants to keep his desk tidy and his work methodical. But at Shock Value things are gonny be messier than Lionel at a dogging meet. Nothing says “Ultraviolence” like eight men kicking twelve bells of shit out each other over a copper’s tazer but that’s what it’s gonny be like on Sunday. Sounds just like closing time at the publican back home but Harvey wouldnae know a thing about that. Well Harvey, I’m gonny remind you. I’m gonny be that sore reminder of home. The reminder that sometimes the real world is minging and chaotic and things don’t always go your way. I’m Yorkshire till I die and it’ll take more that a half pint of pisslike you to kill me.

Apologies laditos...I’ll wind my neck in. I’m just radgie at this game Harvey thinks he’s playing. The ironic thing is that people think that I AM Yorkshire’s biggest joke, but Harvey’s been acting for so long that Cody should just hang up his hat and give him the Oscar. Maybe Harvey would be more likeable if he ripped a page out of Ryan WIlson’s book and broke the 4th wall every once in awhile. Or maybe he’s just a cunt...who knows? Anyway… RYAN… AZRAEL...CHAVOS!!! It seems like you’re close to getting that New Breed title shot already. Unfortunately for you guys, just like We Are The Bollocks were the lusher team, we are also the the more bostin’ individuals so this is all about us. Now don’t go losing kip over our amigoship. We Are The Bollocks have been there and done that before and we are still sound as a pound, and I wouldnae expect either of us will have to worry about the other fugglin’. Nice try with that though. But I’ll think you’ll find that I’m a little tougher to wind up than Señor Wakefield. A line of ket a day keeps the stress at bay, that’s what my Papi always used to say. And as much as I respect that you’ve got some Poutine Dreams and Quebecois Wishes to fulfill, you’ve got your own problems. I could be cheeky and flip the game back to yous. The Canadian Klaxon Kids are competing against each other on Sunday and I’m not so sure yous as close as the Bollocks are. It’s every man for himself and El Irónico is quite at home taking on the world after he gets a few drinks down him. I’m expecting the absolute best from the French speaking twats in the Super Hero pyjamas, but you need to expect the worst. This fight is for the scrappers and that makes it MY FIGHT.

Now...who’s next? Laditos? I honestly forgot, let me check… AHA! TRAPSOUL! AXL WILLOW!!! The man who “couldn’t care less… win or lose… only here for the paycheck”. I’ve heard of cabron’s just being chucked into matches just to be another body. Fuck it, I’ve been one. But this spanner legitimately isn’t even trying. He doesnae want to graft. He wanny just turn up once a week, collect his lolly and head back to the gaff to get boiled. Trapsoul… More like Trap Dole am I right? Not wrong. But I tells you what, much like myself, this guy is entertaining enough that they’ve kept him around AND promoted him to Voltage AND put him on FPV. He’s seshing his way to the top and it honestly bring a tear to my eye. This cunt’s a legend. He’s my hero. He’s my fucking spirit animal. But I think it’s fair to say that he is not my competition here.

Now that leaves just un man. Ladette’s and gentlecunts… Last but certainly not least… Shaker Jones.

HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. GOODBYE!!!

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 9:10 pm by **Theron Nikolas**

I'm sitting on the edge of a cliff; above my head is a glass ceiling that I can't seem to break and below a fall back to the place I first started. With this King of Elite tournament I'm left with two options; I can break through or I can crumble.

I prefer the former.

I'm still lost; I'm not going to hide it. A man that once believed he held all of the answers, now finds himself without any. I have no answers to why I can't take that one final step. I have no answers to why I've fallen short at taking that EAW World Championship on three separate occasions. I bought into everything; I bought into the words that I was preaching. I was so focused on what others were doing; I was so focused on the things that they did or how they were achieving certain things that I forgot about myself. I said it months ago; I said that it was the first true mistake that I had made throughout my tenure here in EAW. I said that I was glad that I managed to figure it out before the Elimination Chamber and could begin to focus on the things that were important. But, still - I lost. It's not a question about whether I hold the capabilities to overcome Tiberius Jones - I've done it before. I don't know how I need to prepare for this. I need to change something; try to rid myself of this overbearing force of overconfidence. I need to lose that feeling that things are going to come easy. I've learned that they're not. I've spent the entire time since Road to Redemption thinking about this. All of it. I said it on Showdown; especially for this tournament filled with former World Champions, Hall of Famers, Champions and men that are credited as those that will carry this company into the future. I need to take this King of Elite tournament one step at a time. Look at each challenge with my full attention without looking at what's to come after it. Don't completely buy in. Don't hold the mentality that there's nothing left if I unfortunately fall short again.

Nah, fuck it - I'm going to win the entire fucking thing.

I can be hard on myself. I can tell myself what I should and shouldn't do, but worry too much and you forced yourself into mistakes. I'm walking with my front foot forward; throw every fucking name in this tournament in my way and I'll run through every single fucking one of them. I've been fighting men that have been calling themselves kings for months - now it's my time to take my own crown. It's my time to sit on my fucking throne, watching every fucking name in this company trying their hardest to break every single fucking piece of it down. I have the easiest first round - take that however you want, Lance. I've watched. I watched what you did on NEO. I was a little excited when I found out you were coming to Showdown. A kid with a little bit of aggression. A kid with the will to succeed, no matter what he needs to do to do so. But, the moment you made your way onto the brand you stumbled. You fell flat and couldn't get back up. I have no idea why you've been afforded the opportunity in this tournament, while Nobi and I - two men that have worked their fucking ass off for this brand were forced to attempt to earn our way into it. I'm not losing this week, and that's not a prediction, Lance - that's a fucking spoiler. I'm going to beat you. I'm going to run through the next name in my way; whether it's the National Elite Champion, Ares Vendetta, Rex McAllister, either of The High Rollerz or your little pal, James Ranger. This is MY tournament. That is MY crown. This is MY moment and I refuse - I FUCKING REFUSE - to allow anybody to take it from me.

Four words will define Theron Nikolas.

Long live the KING.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 8:28 pm by **Ryan Wilson**

The Ryan Wilson Show presents: The Book of Wilson
A peek at the life of an up and comer.
This week: Week Three - Promo One
Voltage Record: 0 Win 2 Loss 0 Draw
Opponents: Harvey Yorke, Nathan Fiora, Azrael, Cody Marshall, El Ironico, Axl Willow, Shaker Jones
Stipulation: Electric Gauntlet
Show: SHOCK VALUE 2017
No. of words: 2,344 (New Personal RECORD!)
Reading time: 8 minutes 30 seconds
Chapter Title: SHOCKER

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome... To the Ryan Wilso Show!

Following Sunday's battle I find myself 0 and 2 on Voltage since I got called up.
Do I feel bad about those loses? Not a darn bit! I mean look at who my opponents were! Two Champions, one who's belt I want and the other who's sanity I want to save. Both were good matches even if the first was in tag team competition but it was fun regardless.

Dynamo Go, you and I we shared a good match in the ring. You did not disappoint during our little therapy tango, that springboard Stunner got me real good though. But I was not an easy target, like I said I would be, like I promised. Now I have to give a shout out to Carlos Russo for allowing me to have a part deux in the match. Had he not interfered, the match would've been a tad shorter but with him trying to mess with D-boy I was able to display myself a little more. Sure I lost, but it felt like a win to me. Especially with what comes next.

Losing doesn't matter much to me to be honest, I often bounce back and my presence in the ring is meaningful enough to gain the attention of upper management. That translates into what? Opportunities! Going back to when I was part of NEO It didn't take long before I received a shot with Azrael at the Tag Team Grand Prix. Right after? I was asked to replace a loser in the EVO Series Tournament. Sure, I didn't go far in both competitions but It allowed me to showcase my craft, my skills, my work. Then we all know the story, I get called up to this here yellow brand and I face two Champions in two weeks! Two loses? Whatever! I now have an chance to become the number one contender for the EAW New Breed Championship! I'll be as blunt as Negan's Lucille: I didn't expect to get it so soon!

The match itself is going to be absolutely shocking! It's going to a gauntlet of electric proportions! And it's going to be a whole hell of a lot of fun! I look forward to it!
The New Breed Championship is exactly that, for the new breed of wrestlers of the Elite! I'm part of it, I'm living it, I'm all about it! I fucking love it!

Let's take a look at the opposition shall we?
Harvey Yorke
Nathan Fiora
Azrael
Cody Marshall
El Ironico
Axl Willow
Shaker Jones

So far I am (As of the writing of this promo) the only one who pushed in the effort to do what we are contractually obligated to do. Promo's is part of the work guys, not just the stomping you all attempt to do in the ring. It's not shocking! It's something you all do, have to do, doesn't mean you do it well though but hey we all have various skill levels right?

Let's take a peek at Shaker Jones, hey how are you? Hello hello hello hello! Hi! Bonjour! Konnichiwa! Ola! こんにちは! Алло! Dia dhuit ... ... Damn no wonder you only won four times since you're ass is on the yellow show! Repeating it is so debilitating! I feel my IQ drop just thinking about it. At least I vary my words! And I don't say just hello! What about an how are you? What about some aspiration? I think the only thing you have going for you it's your beard. It's a nice playoff beard too! It's sad to see you don't seem ready to go clutch to get a win. You only got four of them after all. You used to be something in other federations, quite the extreme guy as I can see. What happened to that? Did you lose it on NEO? Or are you much for Management and they told you to tone it down? I'd like to see the extreme side of you, but I have a feeling I won't. So to me, you're nothing but a jobber and you won't be a threat to me. Like the next guy on the list.

Willow! Axl Willow! Did you find your boo finally? Your little Sunshine? Or is your soul still trapped in the torment of not being in her arms still? Now, I remember you said something rather stupid during Ironico's show sunday. We don't deserve your 100 percent? You do know you'll get your ass handed back to you quicker than you can say shmeckles if you don't right? You really expect to eliminate one of us much less win the whole thing if you half ass the match on pretence that we're not worthy of you're efforts? Christ boy, I find it stupid and retarded to still call me a Deadpool ripoff but you? You're next level stupid man. You sucked back when we were together on the NEO brand, as I see it you still suck now. Remember when you fought me? Back in late September? Remember the results? I don't see how it can be any different comes Shock Value. You are no threat to me, maybe to Shaker Jones, but moi? You ain't got shit on me.

Someone who does have a chance however is the one that has his own show on Voltage! Someone I faced, someone I know. Hey El Ironico, how's the beer flowing? Still on your way to try to become Tag Team Champion with the one who I love to troll online? You have to admit though, he's such an easy target when it comes to the Feed he should really learn basic Internet 101. But we're not talking about him, although imagine how the dynamic of you're duo will be if you manage to be the next in line for his belt. Won't that cause friction? A bit of tension? Let me guess, you will go ''May the best man win'' route with a pinch of ''We're still going to be a team no matter who wins'' am I right? I don't expect you to lay down for him if you have the chance though. What if he stabs you in the back to keep his belt? He wants to show his family how much he's able at the wrestling thing after all. What if YOU stab him in the back? I mean you do what you must when it comes to a Championship right? You look like a guy who has some level of pride and honor though. I'd like to see how prideful you are comes Shock Value. I saw parts of it when we first met, but that was in Tag Team competition. The Gauntlet allows for a bit more of a solo aspect to the fight and this means we might have our first shot at facing each other one on one. If we face each other, expect better than when we first met. Anything less will be a fatal mistake on your end which can result in me pinning you for the three mat tap.

Next Up! Cody Marshall...
I have been observing you for the past little bit (Like... What 5 minutes?). More or less yeah! And to be honest there isn't much to look at. I think he fancies himself some kind of a Johnny Cage type of man with his Hollywood deals and appearing here and there on television believing he is the next big thing on the walk of fame. Buddy, I haven't seen much of you but I already know what you are: A lame ass part timer! If you'd rather spend time in the production room with some greasy haired nerd handling a mouse and slash the ''best'' parts of your ugly mug from the movie you just ~filmed~ then you're going to have a bad time at Shock Value, in fact, it won't come as a Shock to me if you get ousted real quick real fast! You're presence on the FPV will be short, just like your screen time, and It'll be my pleasure to get your ass down on the EAW cutting floor. You think what, that you're Oscar worthy? Dude, the only award you'll get is a Razzie! You need to set your priorities straight Cody, because if you don't focus on the FPV your performance will be low on wrestling's equivalent of Rotten Tomatoes. You win the Award for Shiniest Chrome Dome in EAW though. I mean, hands down.

Up Next! My current partner when it comes to the Tag Team Business! The guy who I once considered my enemy, my good buddy Azrael. To be honest man I was not expecting to have you in front of me so soon. Then again you may get eliminated before we have a chance to cross path. But if we do, I don't need to tell you this but the tag team chemistry we have? Our friendship? Our camaraderie? It stays backstage and it won't show up anywhere near the ring. I want to win that match Azrael, and to show you how serious I am I will refer to you by your other name: Julio. I remember how much it pissed you off to be referred to by your birth name, and for me to go back to that makes it clear I am not messing around. I have a lot of respect for you buddy, but if we face each other I will absolutely wreck you! Afterwards I'll be there for you though, whether you win or I do, I'll have your back against Finnegan like I know you'll have mine if you win. Until then though, we could call it ~back to the good ol' days~.

Two more, hang in there folks.
Nathan Fiora, the one who defeated Julio last show, the one who is like so many others before him took a stroll down Unoriginal Alley after taking a turn at Asshat Drive when they should've continued straight through Do Better Avenue. I said it once, I'll say it again: Attacks on the writing skills of someone is backyard wrestling level of bullshit. I didn't know the Land Of The Elite was comprised of man child's who'd rather use high school level insults instead of going against the strength of their opponents. That's pathetic, lame, it's idiotic and so much more. You're arguments during Ironico's show were nothing but a steamy pile of puke and you actually think that makes you look good. I gotta ask the fans did vomit ever looked good? (Nope!) Did shit on the floor ever looked good? (Nope! Unless you're into scat) Much gross FourthWall! (I know right?) Fiona you're probably the type of twat who'd take a piss in cold snow and think it's a work of art. I got news for you buddy... And to think you want to try and end Ironico 'Once and for all' can I get a BOOOOORRRIIIIING in here? (BOOOOORRRIIIIIING!) Thank you! It's getting annoying the amount of idiots wanting to end their opponent's career, that almost never happens! This is an ode to a lack of mental creativity! And it's painful to watch. To think I had to suffer it while being in the same ring as him. Ugh! What this group of ours is comprised of is the future of the Elite, and it's quite the variety. You don't like it? Either fight us or fuck off. Go do movies with the other guy or something. It's simple, you can do simple right? #DoubtIt

Last but not least!
The one that seems to have the Elite's vote when it comes to the winner for our little 8-man cluster fuck of a match. The self proclaimed Saint of Violence (But Ryan he doesn't like it when ) Shh shh shh shh shh! I don't care. The Saint of Violence, the Devil of Ultra-violence (Wait a minute... Is he a Saint or a Devil?) I don't know man! But I will find out at Shock Value! (Don't forget his name!) Please man! How can I forget the name of the one guy I look most forward to beat? I'm talking about you Harvey Yorke! The guy supposedly saw the light and enjoys genuine people? Then I'm his guy! I'm genuinely going to kick his ass! To be honest no, what I really want is to see the darkness out of him. I want to see what he used to be, I mean what kind of Saint preaches ultra-violence right? Isn't that a bit contradictory? That guy is a walking paradox and the Saint thing is only a mask, a rubber band protecting him from his true nature! He is said to be a sadist, that is not part of a Saint's resume. So at Shock Value I will be ripping that rubber band off and I want to see the real Harvey Yorke! He may be small, but you know what they say about that. Size in wrestling matters sure but if you're able to play it big you can beat anyone and everyone! I want to see that out of you Harvey, so I can beat you at your best! I don't care that you're a Saint, for me it's bullshit and it's not who you are. Show me the real you, show us the real you! THEN you'll have a shot at winning!

I could finish by talking about myself, but I'll leave it to my so far non-participating adversaries to try and cook up something worth eating visually.
My aim is simple, I want to win the match, shock the EAW and move on to face the man I already beat easily on the Feed. Only this time, I'll be feeding him face to face, fists to jaw, boot to ass!

Ryan Wilson will be New Breed Champion one day.
it's going to be good, it's going to be fun, it's going to be sexy!

And that my friends... Just... Happened!

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 7:52 pm by **Darkane**

Dynasty IV

Oh so now the company went to shit? Is that the latest and greatest excuse? Did the company go to shit or was it actually you that went to shit? Do I sense some saltiness on your end? The company never went to shit even in its valleys despite what you say. You're not bigger than EAW, this company has gone on, many times in fact, in your absence and it will do so again whenever shit ends up hitting the fan for you which will be on Dynasty so I guess time is running out for you isn't it Hawk? I know you're sitting there somewhere, sweating profusely and looking at the clock and you're going through a cloud of nostalgia because you're watching old reruns of you in your heyday and you know that right now it's make or break time. You know that you have to put everything and I mean everything on the line to make sure your sanity stays intact and your legacy on top of that. You may have established yourself as a Hall of Famer, I have no doubts about that, but you're not going to be looked in a bright hall of fame light by trashing the company that awarded you a Hall of Fame ring to begin with, you know, that same company that hands you your check at the end of the week to put food on the fucking table. You don't ever bite the hand that feeds you, Hawk, despite whatever twisted phantasmic reasoning you pull out of your ass. It's just something you don't do and just because you're a Hall of Famer doesn't give you an automatic out to destroy a title, let alone burn it to a crisp. I don't have to be there to witness it, your attitude towards it has said enough for me to paint a detailed picture. You know, even if I were established at the point that you were, I'd never throw away something so sacred and something that has helped etched my career in Hall of Fame stone. I'd defend it until the death or until somebody legitimate beat me for it, there are no two ways about it Hawk. It feels like I'm beating a dead horse, I know, but it needs to be said and I'll continue saying it until Friday where I hammer my sentiments into your fucking skull. Where I avenge the Hardcore Championship for its maltreatment under your hands and beat some new found respect that you should have given the title even when you got too big for your britches and when you found main event level success. Maybe that's the difference between you and I Hawk, I could go on for another ten odd years and I'd still have the same compete level because it's in my DNA Hawk, it's in my blood. But you? You keep coming back but not out of passion and certainly not out of the love for wrestling, and definately not out of the willingness to compete, but in order to clear your name of scrutiny, yet you have nobody to blame but yourself. That's the sad part about it, Hawk, you don't seem to see the terrible pattern in which you're partaking in. You're like a blind squirrel trying to find a nut. You'll never break this trend until somebody ends it for you. I don't mind at all being that person that ends up crushing your dreams. It's what I do best other than drinking myself silly. You want to change the narrative Hawk? Then you're going to have to start by beating me on Dynasty and that's just scratching the surface, your legacy is still deeply poisoned by your wretched and skewed views, your cowardly actions as well as your ridiculous stances.

You sound just like Ahren Fournier when you say that the Hardcore Championship will return to the shoulder of a worthy enough individual, someone who can hold it with honor and dignity. What a farce, look how that mindset turned out for him. He's still picking splinters of wood out of his teeth, he's lost in wrestling purgatory somewhere, picking up spare wins over mundane wrestlers and losing to his betters that can see right through his bullshit facade. If you keep fooling yourself that dignity will be restored to the Hardcore Championship if it happened to fall into your hands, which a load of bullshit mind you, then you'll end up like Ahren, whose adrift in space, wondering what the fuck happened in such a short time span. I'll tell you what happened. At Road to Redemption, I knocked him down a few pegs, I made him step on the breaks as I heaved him off of his high horse that he rode in on, just like you're doing now and guess what? I ended up convincing him that I would do this title justice, not that I needed is backing but he even said it himself. How about that? Maybe miracles do come true then again, I don't think I can make that same to you because you're a stubborn fucking mule even when I do manage to inevitably beat your ass all over Atlanta, you've proven already that you're filled to the brim with sour grapes. That you can't let bygones be bygones and accept that the better man won, you'll always be there muttering quietly to yourself and cursing me out with contempt and bitter jealousy. That's just who you are Hawk and that's unfortunate, but it'll make my victory that much sweeter when you're lying in a thick pool of your own blood not knowing what hit you. To me if what you say is true, if a championship is reflective of its holder then it will die quite the odious death in your hands, there's no question about it, it already has once, what's stopping it again, better yet, why do you even want this title? Other than clearing your name of any bullshit that's attached to it, what else is there to prove? What other reason is there? As you've said, you have done it all in this company Hawk, are you that insecure and worried about your Hall of Fame genuity that you're willing to risk abolishing your reputation as not just a Hall of Famer, but as a wrestler? I mean it's already battered and fucking broken but it's still there, perhaps time itself will wash away the ill-effects of your actions but if you keep leaving and returning over and over and over again, the wound will be so fresh that you can practically taste it and it will fester until you wither away. It's a heartbreaking sequence of events for some of your fans, but it's the reality of the situation. Don't throw away your career Hawk, it's not worth the trouble to keep putting what little integrity you have on the line so much. Save your dignity while you can after I put you down on Friday. I'd advise you to just stop and go away, stop trying to reassemble yourself and accept who and what you are and that's an in and out Hall of Famer that tried to test the waters with a young lion and got chopped in fucking half.

You said you don't want this title to end up in the hands of someone who will be an afterthought in the long run, kinda like you right Hawk? You're not a very good pitchman, you try and sell people on how I'm such a joke of a competitor yet you've fallen into that same trap, at least lately. Like I said I'm not going to discredit you as a Hall of Famer, that's no joke, you've earned your spot but it doesn't mean you haven't contaminated your legacy with what you've done. If you think I'm a joke well then, I'm going to have to prove you wrong just like I did with Ahren, just like I did with Scott Diamond. Maybe you'll finally realize that I'm not just a false superstition, that I'm real and in the flesh, that no matter what you do you can't exorcise me from your mind and that labeling me as a joke, is a joke within itself. You might think that a drunken wino who has failed more breathalyzer tests than the number of times that you've left and came back to EAW is no match; a no-brainer as you said for such a lavish, breathtaking, bleach blonde fuck with a wonderfully corrupt Hall of Fame resume. Well, guess what? Life is unpredictable and so is this business, we don't live in a fairytale world where everything goes according to plan, sometimes, somebody completely unique and distinctive, someone who flew under the radar and at the same token someone who isn't everybody's favorite or isn't as politically correct as some may prefer, like me comes along the way and surprises the hell out of everybody, I have exceeded the expectations of everybody in this company except for you of course but that undoubtedly will change in due time. The fact that you've been here a little bit longer this time around means jackshit, you think coming back and reclaiming your spot near the top is legendary? What about after? When you drop out like a plump deuce down the mouth of a toilet? Your journies, they always come to a screeching halt. You're not a problem for the rest of Dynasty just because you've stayed a little bit longer this time around, at least not one of a more permanent manner because we all know how it ends. You can go on your little tangent about cleansing me of the darkness and filling me with light like so many others wrestlers/psychologists have in the past but you'll never suck the dark out of Darkane. Many have tried, all have faltered. Allow me to give you a little quote and insight on what light is all about: "Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first and is waiting for it."

And I'll be waiting for you.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 6:25 pm by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 81: Resolve

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"It may be true that you’ve never broken a promise up to date, McAdams, but those were probably promises you could keep. This one however, this promise to dethrone me as New Breed Champion and send me into the catacombs of the electric pit, leaving me bloody, maimed and broken is not one you can rely on so blindly to keep. There is a first time for everything, Jon, and this Sunday is looking to be the day your first promise slips through your fingers and shatters on impact. Jakob DeLion, Mike Showman, Apocalypse. The three men you seemingly take a lot of pride in vanquishing. I may never see or hear from them again. But what of it? What does it matter? They took a hit and chose to not get back up. They chose to instead pack their bags and started their long drives home. It only took them a small chip in their respective egos to cause them to crack and become shells of their former selves. Anyone could have done it. You will not find me to be of similar disposition. I am not the kind to simply lay down and die. Regardless if you hold me favorably or in complete disdain doesn’t change that, even remotely. Simply removing some water tredders has justified these claims of being true darkness, being a true monster of EAW, holding absolute power in your mind. What feeble foundation you have to such claims. Jakob DeLion had a mouth bigger than his determination could compensate for. If you take pride in that, the bar is very low to impress from that claim, he still pops in now and again in an attempt to rub people the wrong way anyhow. So much for vanquished. Mike Showman called it a tenure after the 24/7 contract match at Pain for Pride Ten. He lost his determination well before that match, and you picked the bones of the husk that was left. Far from threatening. And Apocalypse, what a glass cannon he turned out to be in the long run, huh? Similar to Showman, you just kicked another man without determination while he was down. I am afraid Lars Grier did all the demolishing to the supposed monster long before you decided to smash a wine bottle over his head and proclaim it a slaying. So I should be intimidated by someone who manhandled easy pickings? I don’t think so. I was the last opponent for several people in this company, I don’t just spout idle claims that I am some kind of monster for beating people with less fight before they decided to head to the door with their fragile egos shattered. No, my resolve was just always stronger and I won matches because of it. This one is no different, it will just take more resolve.

Do I know the power that you have at your estate? No, and quite frankly it doesn’t interest me in the slightest. I don’t hold an interest in having someone to serve me hand and foot to wipe my ass when I don’t feel like doing the job myself. I don’t hold an interest in holding someone else's financial well-being in the palm of my hand, to dangle it in front of them like a steak to a starving dog, only to take it away to crush their morale. No McAdams, I am not an asshole, and I can’t say that I desire to be one anytime soon. But how does that power translate here? I don’t see anyone cleaning up your messes to your bell and call. Here, that power is non-existent. While you might be conditioned to have the click of your fingers responded to with absolute obedience, here it only brings you a stinging red handprint on the side of your face and a high-pitched ringing in your ears. But do I know what power is? I know of only one, and it’s the one that has fueled me since day one; the power of my will. The power of perseverance and power to never compromise the beliefs that I hold. That is as far as I am concerned the definition of true power; being able to drive yourself forward regardless of setbacks. I take all the actions I have deemed as right and chose to walk that path, with my will-power and physical prowess knocking every obstacle and nay-sayer out of my way. Regardless of their own intestinal fortitude, mine has always proven to hold strong against the best of them, and the further I get pushed back the stronger it grows to exceed. How yours compares to mine is yet to be tested, but you’ve written yourself a tall order as you have claimed to be playing on a level much higher than my own. But what evidence do you hold behind that? You might have received shots at titles sporadically and had prominent card positions just as sporadic, but contending for titles is hardly as impressive as winning and defending one. In comparison to your Hardcore Championship reign way back when, I have held this twice as long and defended it twice as much, soon to be thrice. You might believe yourself to be playing on a higher level than me, but until you’ve taken this New Breed Championship from my grasp, you are fighting for par.

This is where you are most foolish. For someone who claims to be studying me so thoroughly, you choose to gloss over events and completely ignore the corrections. Your detective skills could use some work. Despite your persistence, I have not lost to Cameron Ella Ava on two separate occasions; just the one. Statistically speaking, there are two losses on record, however one of them was by disqualification as Ironico and myself chose the go-home edition of Sunday Night Voltage to send a message -- a reminder that We Are The Bollocks weren’t sitting on our hands and allowing ourselves to be judged by our value as New Breed athletes on paper. You can make a mountain out of that molehill all you like, but they are what they are; molehills. You defeated Cameron Ella Ava and, as you should, pat yourself on the back for it. But before the disqualification came into play, I was holding my own against Cameron herself. Heart Break Gal would have to get involved, and at that point, Ironico decided it was the right time to spring the plan into effect. If that weren't to happen, who is to say that I couldn't have beaten Cameron Ella Ava myself, hm? Clutching at that straw as desperately as you are is only showing how much weight you wish that to hold. If you are going to be this persistent on a loss holding weight regardless of how it happens, keep in mind the double standard. To hold that disqualification loss to value, also holds to value both times you were the one pinned in our tag team encounters; both in the Tag Team Grand Prix and on the recent Voltage. Both time you were pinned, one of which was at my hand. The big difference though is that I am not using those events to feed people some kind point of my superiority. Instead, it is only evidence that Jon McAdams is no undefeatable monster, no all-powerful man incapable of defeat, no darkness untamable. Do they cement that I will defeat you at Shock Value without a shadow of a doubt? Not at all, but it proves that it can be done.

You seem so transfixed on my run in tag teams of the past, and for someone who makes only excuses for his, you seem to think I need excuses for mine. What a droll perspective you have when it comes to success. I think it kind of sad. You seem persistent that I have failed from my history of tag team tenures, but oh how wrong you are. You’re not the first to believe that I simply walked into the Tag Team Grand Prix with a partner who could be pointed at as the weak link should something go astray, but I will tell you what I had told them -- We Are The Bollocks has no weak links. While you are more than happy to shift off the blame to the partners you have deemed to be the weak links that have weighed you down, realise that it has always been a collective effort. The meaning is very much in the name; tag team. If you weren’t able to make the best of a tag team situation because you couldn't healthily co-exist with your partner, then you are just as much to blame as the partner. Ironico and I lost the T2GP, and neither of us tried to throw the other under the bus, proclaiming him to be the one that caused us to be defeated. We accepted that as a team, we had lost. You are incapable of doing the same thing, as you’re obsessed with throwing the blame to someone else to save face. Ironico and I didn’t have to carry the other, we were able to carry ourselves to the finals as a cohesive unit. The creation of WATB was not to mask the past stigma of being considered the weak link of The Knights of the Dawning, it was merely the collective decision to take an opportunity that had presented itself, and we took that inch for a mile. While we are on the subject -- why do you feel like I need to prove my superiority over Kelly Hackenschmidt? You really need to stop persisting on pushing your own agendas onto me. I am not one with a superiority complex, I know who I am and I know my worth. I don’t feel a need to prove I am better than my past partners, I only feel a need to prove that I am better than what people think I am, prove that I am just as good as the wrestler that is lined up across from me, if not better. I don’t dwell on such trivial things from the past; I move on.

What narrow minded thinking you have towards the events of Road to Redemption. You say I hadn’t been serving my duties as the New Breed Champion, but you couldn’t be any further from the truth. All because I didn’t defend the title at the second biggest event of the year, instead putting my time towards the Tag Team Grand Prix. You seem to have this idea that only defending the title is what makes a noteworthy champion and elevates the championship. Not true. I didn’t defend it at the event, that much is true, but I brought it with me to a match against two Hall of Famers with a trustworthy partner, fought for an honor more rare than just another title match, and although we didn’t walk out victorious, the credibility of the New Breed Championship rose. You see, your way of thinking is why the New Breed Championship is so looked down upon and have been considered something lesser, shackles that hold one down from higher success. Although you aren’t the past champions you choose to mock, you share similar ideas that held them back from becoming champions that will be remembered when the championship is mentioned. Where were you on at the event? Sitting on the sidelines as a bystander, unable to advance in the T2GP, unable to impress enough to be considered for the Extreme Elimination Chamber match for the World Heavyweight Championship. And you feel like I have failed as a champion, if it were in your possession it wouldn’t have even made it to the show. It’s not like I had been completely skipping out on defending the title either, having defended against Ironico himself two weeks prior. And it was a close match to say the least. He almost had me. And people still think him a weak link, which I find laughable. When he is determined, he’s just as good as anyone else that steps into an EAW ring. It came down to who wanted it more, and it took the near unbreakable Wakefield Special III to finally put him away. It tested our friendship, but only made it stronger. You’re wrong when you say that I didn’t show the world that I am everything that I say that I am that night, because I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I wasn’t shackled down by the preconceived notions of this championship, I surpassed them.

And like a broken record you still insist that I should feel some level of shame. Different subject, but very same weak reasoning. Like I said before, Jon, I don’t hold my tenure in NEO as a time where I felt my value was lesser than anyone else's. At that point in time, I had been climbing the ladder, only to be kicked off just before the point of becoming the New Breed Champion. My time in NEO was a time to take a step back, take a deep breath and reassess the situation. It gave me time to experiment, it gave me time to think, it gave me time to grow as a competitor. You might not see the difference, but that’s only because you haven’t seen progress in some time from a first-hand perspective. My time on NEO helped me develop the tools I needed, and I rose through the ranks until the New Breed Championship was around my waist. All the while, what were you doing? Toeing the line, aligning with Sanatorium because you felt the need to join what you couldn’t defeat. And the title should come to you? Someone who claims more than he has earned? As I said, it has been a good month for you, but it’s not progression. You give a swift kick to the bums of people halfway out the door, and you believe it to be some kind of forward momentum worthy of praise, worthy of championship gold. No, the championship doesn’t need to come with you at all. You need the championship to come with you. Because as much as you believe the title is tainted and in need of saving, it has slowly been returning to prominence, something you won’t be able to do with the claims that you have stated. There might still be some old dust on it, but it’s looking much better in the seventy days that I have held it than it had looked in the past year or so. You really need to lose this idea that I was sent there against my will because that wasn’t the case. You say you had studied me, but you have skimmed quite a few pages if you still think I am there. NEO is the branch where the future begins to take shape, and I spent my time there to become the foundation for the future of EAW as a whole.

It’s easy to claim I have been stagnant when you are in the same position you were at after losing the Hardcore Championship a year later. It’s easy to think I am slow to find success when it has been over a year since you’ve tasted it. It’s easy to say I haven’t proved myself when you live on nothing but hyperbole and blame shifting. Just because you say it however, doesn’t make it fact. You can live in the blind ignorance all you want to, no skin off my nose. But it’s ignorance to shield the fragile ego that you wear on the outer shell, and it’s slowly beginning to crack. No, fact of the matter is you need this victory more than I do to have some kind of reasoning to actually justify your self-entitlement of Sovereign, because as of right now it is just self hype and nothing more, no truth behind the claim. Since you’re so adamant about your patterns, let’s talk about that. You tend to follow a pattern, one in which you suffer a defeat and then come back around to pick up the important victory. Except when a championship is hanging in the balance, in which case you fall flat on your face. You choked away the Openweight Championship against Ryan Marx at Territorial Invasion. You choked away the Interwire Championship twice in both the tournament for the vacant belt and in the Fatal-5 Way match at Ground Zero. Choked away the Hardcore Championship after an unnoteworthy month-long tenure. And despite your say-so against wanting to win the Tag Team Grand Prix anyway, choked away the Tag Team Championships. For the sake of it, let us throw in the 24/7 Contract Battle Royal at Pain for Pride X and the Grand Rampage match too, seeing as you liked to poke at me for the latter, a match you failed to eliminate anyone by the way. That’s quite a lot of opportunities you’ve been given, and all of which you squandered in failure. Pattern recognition doesn’t paint a pretty picture for you, because the pattern is only going to continue.

At Shock Value, I am fighting you in the place where you find your most comfort; an environment where the rules are non-existent and anything is free game. You might have dominion over Hardcore stipulation matches, but like your other claims of sovereignty, it is nothing but smoke and mirrors. Albeit true to the traditional values of wrestling is where I am at my most competent, I am not too shabby of a fighter either. You’re foolish if what you see is a one-trick pony incapable of grasping the concept of a match such as this and not being able to walk away as the victor. I am not coming in with any form of disadvantage. I am not coming in looking to shake hands and exchange respects. I am coming in to defend the championship I have done nothing but rebuild and walk away with the third defense in my pocket. You think it impossible? Maybe for a man possessed of less resolve. This Championship, my career and my life are not yours to take this Sunday, McAdams, only yours to watch go on without you. And they will without looking back at the smouldering husk I send plunging off the stage into the certain defeat below, without a second thought or even a remote moment of regret. I have survived worse than you, fought stronger than you and have faced challenges tougher than you. None of them has left me broken, and this Blackout match will be no different. I have zero limitations to the lengths I will go to, no risk I am not willing to put my body through to continue my path to the very top of the company, all the while as the EAW New Breed Champion. No power in existence is strong enough to stop me. No monster alive that can slay me. No darkness strong enough to consume me. If you think differently, try your hand by all means, but don’t expect to leave unscathed.

At the end of the day, the title doesn’t need to be in the hands of Jon McAdams to be elevated. It is perfectly fine where it is; where it stands above adequacy. This championship is not proof that I made it, it’s not the glass ceiling for myself nor is it the be-all end-all for Finnegan Wakefield. It is only the beginning, and that’s what people should take into consideration most. If the lengths I have gone to so far have been for a title considered to be the lower echelon, what lengths will I go to for championships of higher pecking order? This is only the seed that I have planted for the legacy I will forge. To put my name next to the past greats who have held this title in their earlier years only to become some of the best the industry has ever seen. Like Jamie O'Hara, Brian Daniels, Devan Dubian, Xavier Williams, just to name a few. Not Nasir Moore, he never won the championship, not sure where you got that from. But I don’t just intend to walk away with the championship when the dust has settled, I intend to prove every facility you have attached me to as wrong. That I am not stagnant, and not a mere fledgeling with only a belt to my name. That I am an ever-rising star of this industry that has been paying his dues and been backing up his claims. Regardless of the stipulation, regardless of the opponent, regardless of the day of the week, Shock Value is just another claim I intend to keep by any means necessary.

So raise your glass high, Jon McAdams, raise it to the sovereign you believe yourself to be. Because when Shock Value is in the history books, it will read that Finnegan Wakefield raised the New Breed Championship high, not for a sovereign, but for his fall from grace."

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 3:04 pm by **Consuela Rose Ava**

II.

Honey, NOTHING was stopping you from getting your rematch. There was no such thing as anyone handing rematches like candy. The moment you lost your title, you could have gone to Tarah Nova or me and ask for a rematch. That’s the exact thing I did the moment I lost the Specialists Championship for the first time. It’s your right as a former champion to receive your rematch. What was stopping you, April? The shock of me defeating you? The trauma of actually losing your championship? Perhaps, the impression that people always thought of you as some afterthought finally settled? April, I was forever here waiting. I’m always waiting here for a fight. When I came out and asked for a challenge several weeks back, I was expecting you to come out. I wasn’t hoping to knee the daylights out of Shimmer. I wasn’t hoping for Astraea Jordan to be the one knocking down my door of opportunity. In defense, you could have said that you were focusing on qualifying for the Empire Chamber Match. That seemed like a giant opportunity that you couldn’t lose. Out of the competitors in the match, YOU were the one that ate the pin. April Song, the most established woman in the match, ate the pin to the likes of Revy. To most people, it seemed like you took a hard fall from the mountain you spent the entire year climbing. All the losses you received this year made your giant win seem pointless. Is that the same pattern we are doomed to suffer with once again? Are EAW fans going to have to suffer through another April Song title reign? Will the same verse be like the first? Bunch of losses, pointless victories, giant title win, tremendous loss, and repeat? It seems that I have you entirely scouted. Me knowing you is what makes this matchup so interesting to me. We have a backstory. This rivalry goes back to July. This competition may not be Aria Jaxon vs. Cailin Dillon or Tarah Nova vs. Haruna Sakazaki, but people are going to be paying attention to see if April Song proves to the entire world if my victory over her was nothing more than pure luck. Although, just like you did with that list of opponents you faced, you had to bring something different to the table with each of them. That one thing may have worked once, twice or even three times with me. Perhaps, it was my stupidity which cost me three victories over you. It didn’t take me long to figure out the same pattern going on. It doesn’t take someone from the military to figure out the type of game you were pulling with me. You capitalized on my mistakes. You took advantage of my weaknesses. That is something I cannot allow to happen again. The most straightforward thing to feel the moment I lost to for the second time would feel doubt. Not for one second did I doubt me. I knew my self-worth. I knew my mistakes. I had fully opened my eyes to my faults in our last encounters. Getting discouraged would have been too easy. I could have put my head down to shame. I could have feared the next time we faced each other in the ring. Instead, I picked myself up, dusted myself off and thought about what I did wrong. When it comes to you, April, you get too frustrated with yourself. You begin to doubt and wonder if you’re good enough to be here. Even as champion, you fought with those doubts and wonders every single day. Today, those doubts and wonders you’re competing with are not of others, but yourself. It’s never been April Song vs. The World. It’s always been April Song vs. Herself.

You’re in rage, April. Even though I told you-you were fighting yourself, you always got a battle in the outside world. No matter what you do, people’s opinion’s of you don’t change at all. When people have their first impression of others, it’s difficult to erase that stigma from their minds. Megan Raine is a pretty face who was cheated on and bitter. Haruna Sakazaki is a sad Japanese girl who is still waiting for a giant victory to come to her. Consuela is just a maid. You should be quite familiar, April. Those are the same people who called you a jobber with a military shtick. The same ones who told you over and over that you would never amount to anything here. Those are the same people who didn’t think I would defeat Brody Sparks at Pain for Pride. In some way, we have our similarities. We have the one thing that ties us together, and that’s our constant doubters. The doubters and their negative comments. We all have let people down before. It’s something that I despise to do. That night I lost my title, I talked about the people I let down. I let down Tarah Nova; I let down my family, I let down the EAW Universe. I let down people who had the impression that this would be a successful title defense for me. I expected to go to my match with you and win. That was all I wanted. It just shows you how title reigns are so precious these days. You never know when you’re going to lose the title. The women on Empire inspire to be so much more than a champion. They want to be an example of how a representative of this brand should be. Women like Di Consentes and Aria Jaxon are examples of how a female wrestler should be. Any title they hold and they hold it with such prestige and honor. One day, I want to be like them. I want to be an inspiration to women in our developmental system or on Empire. The feeling you felt with wanting to bring honor to the Specialists Championship was what I felt the moment I lost my title in two weeks. I wasn’t angry about the loss. I was mad that I never got to live up to my promises of being a fighting champion. I never got to live up to my promise of being a defending champion. I wanted to take on all challengers. I wanted this title to mean something as much as the Womens World Championship implies something when Aria Jaxon holds it. You’re complaining that you did nothing with your title reign? You had two months to make the title mean something. You had time to bring prestige to the title. You had all the opportunities to make the Specialists Championship mean something. I had two weeks. It was only touching the base of what it means to be a champion. You had two freaking months to make yourself get taken seriously. If you were not able to accomplish that in the time being, then what makes you think you will do that in this second title reign? I’m not the same person I was once I won the title from you at Manifest Destiny. I’m a whole different Consuela. I’m the one that is planning to be champion by the end of Thursday night still. My title reign does not end there. I know the feeling of losing a title, and I refuse to let it go for anyone else. What you’re thankful for, April; I want you to remember all of that the moment I knee you in the face. I want you to remember all of those positive thoughts of gratitude and thankfulness because that’s all you will have on that Thanksgiving night.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 2:21 pm by **Amadeus**

Open on Amadeus, dressed in his white track suit, duffel bag by his side. He’s sitting in a airport terminal, hands clasped in front of him. His knee twitches with nervous energy.

The anger, it’s hard to maintain anymore. Just a couple months ago, I brimmed with energy constantly. I would keep myself composed when I spoke for my opponents, but just beneath the surface, I roiled with energy and emotion. When the bell rang, I would unleash it upon my opponents. I felt joy -and oddly enough, peace- as I rode the fiery dragon into battle, dispensing pain and injury upon anyone who stood against me in the ring. The ring was my home. In the chaos of conflict, I was comfortable. I amazed with my displays of agility and strength. People may not have liked what I said or who I associated with, but they respected what I could do in the ring. Despite my young age and inexperience in the ring, I could go toe-to-toe with anyone and control winds of battle. I was like a shark in water, a falcon in the air .... I was in my natural habitat. And my record for it showed. People who disparaged me before began to notice my talent and ease in the ring. They began to see me for the threat that I was. I was on the rise.

And yet, I took it all for granted. I didn’t care about the prestige that I was accumulating. I didn’t care that I was winning, and had even amassed quite a win streak for myself. I thought that stuff didn’t matter. Even when I won the Interwire title, I didn’t give it the respect that it deserved. I barely thought about the long line of great warriors that I had joined in the history of holding this title. I just cared about the pain that I could bring by holding it away from those who considered themselves contenders to this title. I had my mind fixated on what I considered worthier things. I thought of Voltage, and how I could change it for the better, even while causing more harm and pain. I thought that could be the catalyst needed to elevate Voltage. I didn’t hate Kenny Drake to begin with. I just hated the man that he had become. He had been a emissary of chaos when he was an active wrestler. Say what you will about the Wolvesden, their motives were similar to mine. Sowing danger and confusion in battle, meaning that no Elitist was safe, honing the edge of everyone on the roster so that they elevated themselves and thus the entire brand with them. That may not have been what the Wolvesden was supposed to be about, but it was the purpose that they served. And I formed Nightmare to specifically fill that purpose. I thought that Kenny Drake might take a perverse pleasure in seeing us wreak havoc upon Voltage and push it to change for the better. Sure, he might admonish us so he could save face with his superiors, but deep down inside, I thought he would enjoy watching Voltage burn.

More the fool I was …

Rather, he set about undermining and tearing us down before we ever coalesced into the force that we could have been. Kenny Drake sought to tear away from me piece by piece what I held dear. Nightmare will now forever be enshrined in the halls of stables that failed to make any kind of impact and betrayed the promise that they held in the beginning. That is my fault, though Kenny Drake did play his role in tearing it down. And now that I’m at my weakest, he seeks to tear away the last thing that I hold: the Interwire title. And whether they like him or not, Carlos Rosso and Moongoose McQueen play the role of executioners of his will. Sure, they serve themselves in winning the prestige of the Interwire title. It serves as a vindication of their hard work and determination to succeed and their ruthlessness in doing so. But they cannot deny that part of the reason why they are in the position they are is because they serve a purpose for Kenny Drake. I’m not admonishing them for seizing an opportunity of glory, but they should remember the snake that sits by their ear and the poison that he carries. To underestimate him is the height of foolishness, and is the trap that I fell into.

The fool that I am ...

I see that now, in the wake of the total annihilation of every support structure around me. I looked for the wrong things, saw things in the wrong light. I feel like I’ve been blind my whole life, and I’ve just learned to see. But processing this information now is … difficult. Think if you had never seen objects and colors, never had a reference for what that information meant, and then could suddenly see; wouldn’t you be disoriented by the shock of the new medium of senses? I’ve had my share of shocks and reveals: my fall into the Sanatorium, learning the dark secret of my grandfather murdering my father. But always I’ve had support around me, to cushion the blow, help me adjust. Make no mistake, I don’t rely on others to fight my battles. I never asked nor needed the Sanatorium or Nightmare to interfere in any of my victories, whether they be against the cream of the crop in EAW or its chaff. I’ve won my battles on my own. But I needed the support for times like these, when the world has been stood on his head and nothing seems to make sense. I didn’t realize it then, I thought that I could stand on my own with no difficulty. I was wrong. I’m not giving up, though. I refuse to give up. Jon McAdams my take credit for destroying me, he may say that he’s ended me and what remains now is just a shell, but he’s wrong. I will not stop fighting. I will not stand by and let Kenny take and take and take from me until there’s nothing left. I will stand. I will fight. And I will persevere.

Yes, I may be melancholic, a symptom of my internal struggles. I don’t want to be this way. I am lost within these forests of doubt and despair as I struggle with what’s been taken from me. It’s been so difficult to maintain that anger that always drove me before. Even when Ryan Wilson struck the bare nerve that’s been exposed since Brody’s death, it kindled that rage but for a moment. Then I slipped back into the numbness that been my life for the past month. All the hot fire of my rage had cooled into the embers of apathy in less than 24 hours. I was not at my best in my match with him. Sure, I pulled out a victory, but it was a struggle. I didn’t leave him in the state that I wanted to leave him in the night before. I wanted to leave him in traction, limbs broken and twisted, being fed through a tube, clinging to life with a tenuous grasp. But by the time the bell rang to start the match, when usually I feel the rush of adrenaline that makes everything I do faster, stronger, bending the laws of reality … I instead felt nothing. His jibes at me were not through an understanding of my pain and a wish to rub salt into the wound. They were simply the pathetic flailings of a neophyte who doesn’t understand the world that he’s entered. Even my anger and disgust with Carlos Rosso is a pale shadow of what it once was. I once wanted to erase him out of existence, end his paltry run within this company, prune him like the withered branch that he is. But now … I pity him. His delusions and hyperbole don’t serve to elevate him. ‘Champion of Life?’ Does he seriously think that impresses anyone? He comes across as the child in the storm, shouting at the rain to not get him wet. I pity the little boy that does not understand that the world has passed him by. He thinks that beating Moongoose McQueen is a big deal, but no offense to Moongoose McQueen, a single victory means very little here especially against someone like Moongoose. To give a better scope, I would also say that a victory against me means very little. A victory against Carlos Rosso means very little. While Carlos may feel that the talent gap between us is significant, he’s quite wrong. He dismisses fire, passion, and game plans, saying that he has enough talent to overcome that. But if he does, he only has it by the barest of margins. Yes, I defeated him before, and it was a close thing, but the fact of the matter is that between all of us, it will only be the barest of margins that carries one of us to victory. One weakness exploited at the right moment, one last burst of energy from the fires within us, and one moment of losing focus, and one of us will victoriously hold up the Interwire title, while the other two are left to lick their wounds, salvage their pride. The giant gulfs of disparity in talent do not exist here. If you’re not Jamie O’Hara, Ryan Marx, DEDEDE, or someone else at the top, one victory does not equal a clear advantage over someone else. That’s why you won’t hear me extol my victory over Carlos very much. He’s a canny fighter, and a capable warrior, as outdated as he is. But he is a threat.

As for Moongoose, I would agree that he’s something of a buffoon, something of a clown, but someone who still has the heart of the warrior. You can make fun of him for his silly antics, call him a disgrace to the name of professional wrestling, but I think that he lies at the heart of what it is to be a professional wrestler. This business has its roots in travelling carnivals. The sport as it began was one part physical exhibition and one part entertainment to the crowds. As the sport grew and evolved, the physical aspects came more and more to the forefront and it became the bloodsport that it is today. But it never lost the part that was about entertaining the masses. Much as Carlos denigrates them, the fans of EAW are a necessary part of this business and they must be entertained, whether through traditional means of a knockdown, drag-out brawl or other ways, like how Moongoose can ignite their senses. And if you think that he lacks the resolve of a warrior or champion, you would be dead wrong. He’s always been a bit of a glory hog, a man that acts in melodramatic ways, but that’s because he knows it will draw the spotlight to him. And when all eyes are on him, then he can get down to business and give the fight his all. I agree that he’s been underutilized, though I would caution against his histronics over the situation. I believe that he will find his spotlight and he will rise to the occasion. I actually envy him a little. Not for his looks, or his talent, but for his brotherhood. Sure, Shimmer might be a bit annoying and difficult to take seriously. But when I look at the antics that Moongoose and Shimmer go through, I do see a bond there that I once had with someone. An older brother figure, who was not my physical equal, but possessed a goofy charm that was infectious. The thing is, I broke that bond, broke it with my fists and with my words. And I may never get it back. Another mistake that I have made, and seeing Moongoose and Shimmer reminds me of it.

I know I come across as mopey. Not befitting of a champion of EAW. That is my failing. But if you think that you’re better than me. If you think that you can scheme your way into taking my title, defeat me when the chips are down, well then, you’ve got another thing coming. I will not lie down, I will not make myself an easy target. I’ve been slacking, disappointing at Road to Redemption, and generally being emo whenever around people. I’m a downer. But I’m not out. My Road to Redemption was not last month. It’s here and now. I will find the spark that I lost. I will stand on my own. Believe me or not, but I will not fail at Shock Value. I will show everyone that the glimpses are greatness that I displayed when I captured this title were not flashes in the pan but a promise of what is to come. I may not be champion that this belt deserves right now, but I will prove that I was worthy to hold it come Shock Value. Though I am lost and alone, I am not defenseless and pitiable.

No, I will find my way before I enter the High Voltage cage. The man that you fight will not be the wretch that you see before you right now. He’ll be closer to the Blackheart that won this belt in the first place, that decimated Cody Marshall, Jon McAdams, and Harvey Yorke on his bloody way up the ladder. They say that if you want to find your way, sometimes you need to go back to the last place that you recognized.

Sometimes, you need to go home.

Amadeus pauses, and for a moment, that fire and determination overtakes the empty gaze he had for the recent past. Then, he’s interrupted by a voice on a loud speaker.

“ATTENTION, PLEASE, FLIGHT 2282 TO NARITA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT IS READY TO BOARD. PLEASE GATHER ALL YOUR BELONGINGS AND PROCEED TO YOUR DESIGNATED LINE.”

Amadeus slings his duffel bag over his shoulder and stands up, worry and doubt creasing his face again. But with a nod to himself and a deep breath, he walks forward.

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