EAW Promoz!

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Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 1:02 pm by **Amani**

empire two - versus azumi goto

"I don't care about Astraea Jordan".

Surprise, surprise.

You said exactly what I thought you would. It's like you didn't even pay attention to what I had to say about you, Azumi. Then again, you probably didn't based on how lightly you're taking our match up. What else did I expect from such an ignorant bitch? You say you have no reason to care about me, that you don't need to prove yourself to me..and in a way you might be right. I didn't do anything super big before I took out Madison. But at the same time, I wasn't specifically chosen by DEDEDE for no reason. And all you've done is take huge L's and lay out Aria Jaxon. So I'd say it's an even playing field in terms of accomplishments, despite me being here for 2 months and you for two years. Really, you just look bad. You can say that you don't need his approval but we all know deep down, you wish you were in my spot. In case you're more deaf than I thought, I was happy Ryan recognized my talent and agreed with me. I know what the hell I'm capable of and I don't need anyone to agree for it to be validated, but it doesn't hurt. Not like you would know, though. While you thrive off sneak attacks and excuses, I will be thriving because of my ability. Something on levels you could only dream of. Azumi Goto wishes she was Astraea Jordan. It's like the five stages of grief up in here, you're just in denial. Doing what you did to Aria really went to your head so damn fast, you think you're hot shit because of it and that you should now reign supreme. But you aren't on Aria's level, you proved THAT to the world when you fell at her feet after all that talking and looked dumb.

You don't need support from others but here you are dragging around Haruna with you, who doesn't even wanna be here at this point. It's hard to watch. How long have you been repeating this same old story? The whole "I'm gonna prove my doubters wrong, no one has it harder than me" gimmick? Sis, the truth is you just aren't good enough. And I know that's a tough pill to swallow, but it will go down eventually. You aren't the only one who had this dream of making it in wrestling. That's the whole reason I fought back when someone tried to take that away from me. It's my motivation. I didn't come back from multiple knee injuries and make miraculous recoveries just to sit on the sidelines and I know the other girls feel the same. You say you're unbreakable because you know how to get beat up time after time and still come back but I call that stupidity. You don't know when to quit. No one is out to get you on Empire, you just like having an excuse to fall back on when you talk the utmost shit and get proved wrong. Sounding like a conspiracy theorist. And the case won't be any different tomorrow night. You're gonna march down that ramp confident as hell that you can beat me because you're the Ace of Empire and "the best wrestler here" but that hasn't gotten you anywhere so far and it won't elevate you tomorrow either. I don't need silly, false nicknames to spew out to try to give myself credibility since I have nothing else to show for it like you do. Astraea Jordan is Astraea Jordan. You don't care about me because you think you're too good but when we meet and I look into your eyes, I'm gonna see fear. Once I throw you around like a rag doll, you're gonna wish you prepared a little harder for this. And when I finally end the live broadcast of you being humbled, you'll wish that you took it more seriously, took me more seriously.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 10:18 am by **Bhris Elite**

Eight

Eight is a number is a number that seems like it’s just going to haunt me for life. Everywhere I go, every turn I make I hear that number. You have brought it up Jamie, your dyke of a girlfriend has brought it up Ryan Adams, Lars Grier. You have your number Jamie and I have mine though yours is a lot more pleasant two-hundred and twenty four days correct Jamie? What a reign it’s been, you’ve ran through Cam, TLA, Carlos, Keelan, Lars. Hell you even beat me when the title wasn’t on the line. I’d be something I’d like to call a “Dick Eater” if I was to try and take anything away from you when it comes to that reign. I simply can’t point out a flaw in these two hundred and twenty four days. What a number that is and that’s the number you’ll be remembered for. Because it comes to and end Jamie. I am going to be the reason you don’t surpass Brian Daniels reign, I am going to be the reason you don’t surpass Ares Vendetta’s reign. I’m going to be the new name that haunts you I am going to be the name you can’t stop thinking about I am going to be your new Lannister. Right now this match isn’t personal I only agreed to the Electric Dog Collar match because of Cam however I know I am not going to regret my choice as the match comes closer. The more and more times passes by the more and more I become satisfied with this stipulation. The disrespect is going to grow strong heading until Shock Value. Speaking of disrespect Jamie how do you like the number 3? Or the word third? Because that’s what place you are going to be in when it comes to the names of Brian Daniels and Ares Vendetta.

It’s funny to think about isn’t it? I out of all people will be the one to stop this beautiful reign you’ve had. I mean out of ALL the opponents you had. Chris Elite is the one to take that championship off of you? Some people are saying “Jamie isn’t going to lose that title until he surpasses the record” Well surprise bitch he’s losing the championship when he is CLOSE to surpassing the record. Take a minute to let off that sink in I know it sounds so farfetched coming from me but you want to know what else they said was farfetched Jamie? Beating Ryan Adams look what happened though I won myself a Gawd Contract and I got myself this match. Despite popular beliefs of how I beat him or why I still got the job done Jamie. You said it during our first encounter that I wouldn’t be able to do it or that you would make sure I never got to face him. None of those two things happened I made it to Road to Redemption and I beat Ryan Adams. You don’t care about that though because the final result of the match said Jamie O’Hara defeated Chris Elite. Of course that’s still in my mind heading to this match. I watch the tape over and over again trying to figure out what mistake I made. Trying to pin point exactly where I messed up, just like I do with my other big losses and what’s funny is the only mistake I made just like the matches before where I failed is the simple fact I just couldn’t get that three count. I made the mistake of not finishing the match when I had the chance. I didn’t get caught on the ropes nope none of that I just simply failed to finish the job. I should’ve known it was going to take more than to defeat you and instead of going in for the killing blow I pinned you with what I THOUGHT was the finishing blow. That’s the mistake I made. This time in this match I am not going to stop until I KNOW it’s the final blow to your two hundred and twenty four days.

No asking if you quit every other move I hit on you because I know you are a strong willed man and it’s going to take a WHOLE lot to say I quit. Especially against me. You know that’s another reason I agreed to Cams idea. She thinks this is going to break my spirit and you know she might actually be right, but apparently the dick you’ve been giving her is so good she forgot it can break yours too. Cam doesn’t realize what you are up against she thinks this is the same Chris Elite from that tag team match a month or some time ago. She thinks this is the same Chris Elite who you defeated just a month ago. When this is the Chris Elite that beat Ryan Adams. This is the Chris Elite that forced Ryan to shake my hand and show me some god damn respect. A Chris Elite that is WILLING to go to every limit no matter how long the match might go on to win it all. You want glory Jamie? Well so do I, so this match just comes down to who wants it more. Do you want those broken records more than I want to stop thinking of 8 years of failure? Come on let’s think logically now for a second I’m sure the fans know the correct answer. 224 all those numbers mean everything to you however just like the number 8 haunts me the number 224 will haunt you. For the rest of your career how close you got to break that record and then BOOM it’s snatched from I Chris Elite. Not Cameron Ella Ava, Lars Grier, Keelan, Carlos Rosso not even my last friend in this company TLA… But I Chris Elite.

Like you said life comes at you quick one minute you are on top of the world counting your days of a broken record you came so close too then next thing you know all those days crash right on top of you. Then when you finally build enough strength to look up I am standing above you with the title you hold so dearly. Fuck you’re glory and fuck you’re record because at the end of the day it won’t mean anything. The number 224,225 and everything that follows won’t matter. Just when you thought you’re worst nightmare In Lannister was gone. A new nightmare appears and his name well you know my name Jamie. It’s the only name you’ll be able to think about after you go off into that deep depression again of losing you’re championship. It’s been a while since the EAW Universe has seen you without a championship and it’s been an even longer since they last saw me with one. All of that changes Jamie, and yes at your expense. The Elite Era begins off the name of you Jamie O’Hara. So for anyone talking about me behind my back snickering and laughing as I walk by. If you got a problem I am willing to defend what will be MY championship at any given moment. I will be the one to break the record of Brian Daniels and Ares Vendetta and you’ll just become the man who became just literally days close.

Want to know what close means in this company Jamie? It means the same thing when Jacob Senn got close to beating Ryan Adams at Pain for Pride, it means the same thing when Cameron got close to beating you at Territorial Invasion, and it means the same thing when I got close all those other times in my career. IT MEANS ABSOUTLEY NOTHING JAMIE! This isn’t going to be a Buster Douglas story. It’s going to be a Chris Elite story. I am going to be the one enjoy breaking you, not just your body but your soul. You won’t be able to escape this loss. The notifications will blow up your phone. When you go get your cup of Kangaroo Coffee in the morning the newspaper will be there and on the front page is Chris Elite standing above you Jamie O’Hara with what USED to be your championship. When you are entering arenas the only questions that will be repeated are “How does it feel losing you’re championship to Chris Elite?” “How does it feel to be so close to breaking that record yet so far”? It’s going to eat you alive inside. I’ll be the reason the “Untouchable” Jamie O’Hara fades off into the sunset never to be seen again just like you did to Xavier Williams. Right now everyone is listening to The Gawd Contract holder speak after Shock Value we’ll be listening to the Gawd Contract holder and the EAW World Heavy Weight Championship holder.

CHRIS FUCKING ELITE!

Enjoy the sweet ecstasy of that. :spit:

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 6:25 am by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Empire Promo #3

“Watch Me”

(The scene opens with a close-up of Jimmy Wilde’s face hitting the mat. The next scene shows Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda dodge kicks from Billy Wilde. The angle widens to show that she’s sparring with her proteges in the ring at the War Room Dojo. She catches Billy’s leg and avoids the enzuigiri. She locks in the ankle lock, and moments later, Billy starts tapping)

Billy: UNCLE! UNCLE! UC- I MEAN AUNTIE! AUNTIE!

(Stephanie lets go of the submission and walks to a nearby corner where a water bottle sat under the turnbuckles. She takes a swig and turns to her tag team students)

Stephanie: You’re both progressing - but still have ways to go.

(The Wild Boys groans and get to their feet)

Billy: Man! You’re kicking our butts more than usual, sensei! Is something on your mind?

Jimmy: I bet you she’s thinking about the kiwi.

Billy: Why would Cloud-sensei be thinking about fruit at a time like this? Kiwis are good though.

(Stephanie grins at the camera for moment)

Stephanie: They indeed are. Especially when they’re screaming out in pain.

Billy: …

Jimmy: ...Uh, sensei?

Stephanie: Nani?

Billy: Fruits don’t talk?

Jimmy: Fruits don’t talk.

Stephanie: (sighs) Take five boys.

(Cloud watches The Wild Boys leave the ring. A moment later, she turns to the camera)

Stephanie: Queenslayer? My, aren’t we ambitious. It never fails, does it? Some trick gets a streak going with a couple of wins and all of the sudden she’s the best in the world! As one of nine active women left over from the ‘Vixens’ era, I can safely say I’ve seen many a woman make bold assumptions about her prowess in the ring. You’re good Chelsea - but until you can get past me, you might want to tuck away that moniker of yours for a later date. Don’t you worry about my comfort zone - every time that bell rings I’m in my element, sweets. You claim you got in the heads of Aria and Sheridan? Fine, I’ll give you that. Let me ask you this - what are you going to do when you find out that s*bleep*t doesn’t fly with me? How will you manage when you’ve exhausted every move in your playbook? It’s not enough to hope and pray that somehow you; psyched me out. I’ve already shared the squared circle with you sweets - the only thing I’ll take at face value from you is your unconscious body. Until then, I’m just going to wail on you over and over. I’m going to kick you around, bend your body like a pretzel, and toss you around until you pass out (grins). Or just pin you 1-2-3. I’m not a greedy woman Chelse - I’ll take what I can get.

(Stephanie walks towards the camera and leans over the ropes)

Stephanie: Your illusion is gone sweets - there is no more mystique to hide from. That’s the dependency I talk about in my interviews; you showboat types rely too much on the pomp and circumstance. Sure, a few mind games and intimidation can go a long way, but I spent my whole career fighting people who tried to get in my head. Haruna Sakazaki, Hexagun, Sanatorium, Sheridan Müller, and even The Sirens attempted to play games with my triggers. You’re a new dog barking up the same tree. You want to believe in this idea that I’m not ready for this match, that my mind is clouded - no pun - with thoughts of facing Aria at Bloodletter. To be honest? I’ve never been so focused in my life. Like I said - I didn’t want this match, but she gave me no choice. Aria Jaxon vs Stephanie Matsuda was destined to happen from the moment I was signed to EAW. Sure the Cailins, HBGs, Cams, and Azumis of the world try to cut in line - but that’s okay. I’m here, and now it’s my turn to take a crack at the queen. As for you? Just make several seats over there boo-boo kitty and watch a War Queen rage across the battlefield like the vengeance of the Lord himself. After Thursday, that’s all you can do, huh? Just sit there and watch me.

(Stephanie climbs onto the apron)

Stephanie: Watch me become champion.

(Jumps down)

Stephanie: Watch me become undisputed.

(Starts walking over to the heavy bag)

Stephanie: Watch me destroy my competition.
(Performs several quick strikes and moves on to the speed bag)

Stephanie: Watch me run laps around you.

(Repeatedly hits the speedbag)

Stephanie: Watch me surpass you.

(Stephanie gives one final, powerful punch and walks towards the bench where she takes a seat)

Stephanie: All this talk about ‘hate f*bleep*king’ has me turned on. I didn’t know you were that kind of girl Chelse. I guess you were right - there are many sides to you. The only problem is no matter what mask you choose to show me; the result will be the same - I will kick your ass. Regardless if it’s Hot Topic Chelse, Grown and Sexy Chelse, Freak Nasty Chelse, or whatever your inner Eevee fancies, I’m going to kick your ass. You’re praying so hard that I make a mistake this Thursday, I could swear you’ve gone Catholic. Living on a prayer is a song sweets, God doesn’t exist in MY ring nor MY Empire. I’m the only one you’ll find yourself on your knees for (licks lips). My ambition doesn’t blind me - it’s a beacon that focuses on my objective. Just like April and I ran through Haruna and Azumi, I’ll mow you down just as easily. People can talk about whether or not I earned this title shot, but the memory remains - I was chosen to fight the best in the world. Why? BecauseI’m better than the best in the world. The influence of the best doesn’t affect me because technically, I don’t exist in her world - and by me, I mean the competitive War Queen. In her reality, I am her friend who supports and protects her. In My Reality, I am her soon to be a conqueror. How can these two opposing sides exist alongside each other? Easy.

(Stephanie points at the ring)

Stephanie: THAT is my battlefield. Out here? This is where Aria Marie Jackson-LeBeau and Stephanie Mia Matsuda coexist as the best of friends. I would ask if you could relate, just judging by your attitude I can already tell that nobody loves you. It’s okay - price to pay for being such a bitch, right? Been there, done that (laughs). Being alone isn’t why you’re going to lose though. You will lose because you’re so concerned with being the crafty one in the room which sits in the corner, watching everyone else. While your eyes are on the life of Stephanie Matsuda, you fail to notice the War Queen approaching from the shadows in the corner. She’s creeping up on you, ready to put you out your misery. Even if you turn around, you won’t see her because you refuse to. That’s the irony of this story Chelse - your ego refuses for you to see things as they are. And the irony within that irony? You passed this judgment off onto me. I don’t need to be a bad bitch all the time Chelse - only when I need to aka whenever you’re around. You accuse me of investing too much in an uncertain future, but that’s how opportunities are made sweets. Revealing my feelings about this match with Aria is honesty; I’d rather be truthful about my thought process going into this game rather than hide behind a facade as you say.

(Stephanie gets up for a moment, staring at a picture of her and Michael Hunter, her first trainer)

Stephanie: I spent my whole life fighting against fate, with myself as my main antagonist. Maybe you think you’re the more dangerous animal in this kingdom, but I have more to lose than you, sweets. Those with nothing to lose (laughs) they lack the drive to fight for something beyond their individuality. I’m no hero - but I can’t go through this business without leaving my mark on it. One that I hope would inspire future generations.

(Stephanie sighs and turns back to the camera)

Stephanie: How many different ways can you tell me that I can’t get the job done? You’re not fighting Sher, sweets - you don’t have to say to me the same story over and over again. I’m not Aria - you don’t have to force me into someone who you think I am. I’ll tell you who I am through - the most significant threat to your entire existence. I’m that itch you can’t scratch, the ex-boyfriend you can’t seem to get out of your head. I am the alpha and omega of your career. My actions from September created a gateway for you to get this far - and I’ll be the one to end your ride here and now. My existence on this roster defines your career, whether you like it or not. The moment I’m going to enjoy seizing is the look we’ll share just before I leap off the top and take us to Cloud 9. By the way, my flattery was given because I know talent when I see it. Don’t worry about what I should realize because…

(Stephanie walks to the camera and speaks in almost a hushed whisper)

Stephanie: Spoiler Alert - I’m not afraid of you. You don’t make me nervous, nor do you keep me second guessing. I know you have stuff up your sleeve - because it’s the only way you can beat me, hell the only way anyone can beat me. It’s been awhile since I lost a match in a straight-out slugfest. You claim to understand me? Newsflash - so does everyone else. I’m not hiding anything; I’m pretty easy to figure out. I’m right here Chelse! In living freaking color! But you? I know you sweets, better than you think. You see, there’s a lesson to laern about the world in general and it's quite simple:

Nobody can hide who they are. There are always traces of it lying around in the person’s face and the sound of their voice. You see you Chelse - a lot clearer than you think. You need to believe people are who you say they are - in fact, you rely on that far more than you realize. You NEED me not to think you NEED me to be unfocused. You NEED me to go for a high-risk, high-reward style just to take you out. You see, you browbeat your opponents over and over again with your opinions until they can’t take it anymore. Once they finally meet you in the ring, they’re willing to do whatever it takes to prove you wrong. I don’t need to show you wrong Chelse - I just need to win. And if you think my past will tip me over the edge, then you have another thing coming. This is the part of the story where the War Queen wins, and I don’t need to recite a Gettysburg address. To put it just - I’m the most real force of nature you will ever encounter here in EAW. Deep down inside, you know I’m right. In an attempt to my sweat, you just revealed just how nervous you are.

(Stephanie backs away from the camera)

That’s all I needed to say. See you Thursday.

(Stephanie puts her hands in her pockets and walk away)

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 5:44 am by **April Song**

Empire #2

Yearly Review

(It has been over a year now since April Song joined the ranks of Elite Answers Wrestling’s Women’s Division. The former Air Force pilot and combat instructor has seen a fair share of people already come and go. Champions have come and gone, warriors have departed and returned, beloved figures have for whatever reason are no longer there. Even in the gym as she prepares for her rematch with Consuela Rose Ava for the EAW Specialists Championship, Song takes a moment to reflect on all that she has seen and all that she has accomplished….and how far still she has to go to complete the mission that was laid out to her by a still-unknown benefactor. A mission that was once a job to her has become an obsession as the thrill of competition, the despair of defeat and irresistible allure of redemption lurk in her mind all at once.)

Has it already been more than a year? It’s really been that long since then. I stepped inside those ropes for the first time to fight Amelie and someone else who I don’t even remember. This has been such a journey. I’ve already had a chance to see the world before as a member of the Air Force, but this time I got to saw it in a whole different light. People didn’t look down at me as some dog of the military…I was seen as a respected performer, a fighter for glory…not for bloodlust and politics.

I wasn’t taken seriously at first. There would be wins here and there, but also plenty of losses. I’ve taken my fair share of humble pie to the face. This world was nothing like I imagined it. I think it all turned when I fought Consuela’s sister in that battle royal. But everything that I have seen to this point has prepared me for this.
All the trials and tribulations of the last year. The losing, the stark reminder of reality with the passing of Brody, the triumphs too. Meeting Miss Manami and Erica Ford, having a chance to truly test myself against the best wrestlers in the world, finding someone like Consuela to push me the way that she has, everything is just falling into place.

For the first time in my life, I really feel like I belong somewhere. Which is odd. My family life wasn’t bad, not at all. My family loved me, took care of me, set me on the path of combat and service to country. But there were also many times where they were a little too aloof when it came to their only daughter. They didn’t see some of the loneliness that I felt sometimes. The Air Force Academy helped me and educated me further, but life in the military was a little too much to bear. I saw too many things that no one should ever have to see in this world. I lost too many friends, saw too many people suffer who never deserved it. My faith in God was certainly tested. There was a brotherhood, a family there too…..but there is too much pain there. Far too much to reach out to them….

But here…it feels so different. I’ve encountered so many styles.

The natural grace and craven nature of Azumi Goto.
Haruna Sakazaki’s take on strong style.
Cloud Matsuda’s unrelenting, punishing style.
The technical prowess of Cailin Dillon.
The spooky nature of Alexis Deimos.
The cunning and brutality of Brody Sparks.
The indomintable will of Aria Jaxon.
And everything that Consuela brings to the table. Grit, desire, skill.

It was just a few months ago now, when I captured the Specialists Championship. The Empress of Elite prevented me from defending it as fiercely as I wanted to, but now I have a chance to have it back and do things the right way…not sit behind a desk and watch the world compete. This will not be easy by any stretch. But when has anything in my life ever come easy?

I’m not the Queen of the New Guard. I’m not in the Hall of Fame, I have no title to my name, I’ve experienced more heartbreak in the ring and felt more despair out of it than anyone can imagine, but feeling this full range of emotion, knowing what it means to compete, to fight, to give my all…win or lose…it always brings me back. This place is what I’ve been searching for in every way. There’s finally a purpose for these old hands that have shed so much blood.
I am so proud of the progress that I’ve made, but there are still many more challenges out there. Win or Lose against Consuela, it’s a tough road ahead. So many new challengers, so many old faces. And it’s going to be fun trying to find out where I stand in this beautiful world….

I’ll prove my worth, win or lose.

I’ll go forward. And I won’t stop until I reach the very top of the wrestling world.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 4:06 am by **DampshawIII**

King of Elite...King of Elite...King...The words drip off of my tongue like a fine wine. Finally I am getting the just dues I deserve. But someone is standing in my way of that due. A man I faced near the end of my tenure in NEO, fellow countryman Shackleford.

I sit on my newly made throne and mull it over.

Shackleford...Shackleford. You made your debut on Dynasty at my expense. After my loss to Scott Oasis, you came in to rub it in my face. You continue to portray me as this evil villain twirling his moustache on top of a large mound of cash while others less fortunate grovel. Look, I understand how my comments and actions lead you to believe that and my amazing wealth so, but as I've said before, I am a changed man. You say you are not the same man you were in NEO and neither am I. I no longer wish to attain such a negative reputation. I merely wish to rule my kingdom in a fair and just way. Sure, casualties must come, as they did in Ryan Savage last week, but that is how a kingdom thrives. The weak must be weeded out. Do not be one of the weak, Shackleford. You will not like what becomes of you if you are.

I run my fingers across the arm of the throne. The hard, cool, jagged edges feel marvelous on my hands.

Shackleford, I...forgive you. I really do. I understand why you felt you needed to come in after my loss and make some sort of statement. It must have felt so nice for you to see me on the mat in defeat. What a sense of karma for you after your embarrassing loss to me in NEO. But why? Why Shackleford? Why are you still so hateful towards me? You say if you had my status you would be comfortable with the "special treatment" I receive. Well I would like to make two points. One, what special treatment have you seen me receive? My wealth was handed to me by birth, yes, but my servants are employed and for the most part, they are awful. Truly awful, miserable workers. Are you speaking about special treatment here in EAW? Because I believe you'd find since being called up to Dynasty, I've been set up to fail. And two, you said it yourself, if you were in my position, you would be comfortable with the money, the servants waiting on you hand and foot. Admit it, Shackleford, you're jealous of me. You're jealous of the fact that your entire life, you've had to dig and scrape and work your fingers to the very bone just to put scraps on your table. And for what? What is there to show for all of those years of backbreaking labour? An uncertain future here in EAW? That nagging voice in the back of your head saying, "What if I'm not good enough? What if this second chance is for naught?" It must be awful, Shackleford. That doubt must be killing you.

I sit back and ponder on what that means. What it means to truly doubt yourself. I almost feel sympathy for poor Shackleford.

I don't know what that's like. I don't have this grand, inflated ego because of my money or because of my status and it's not because I'm some arrogant, smug..."arsehat" as you so eloguently put it. I have confidence in myself because I've seen my calling. I've seen it all laid out before me like a grand chart in my mind. I won't bore you with the details as it's all been said before. I do like what you said about this match being most important. Isn't this a great story indeed? For you, it's about redemption and proving you still have it in this business. For me, it is about fulfilling my vision. King of Elite is too perfect of a sobriquet for me to fail. I am a king so it is only fitting I become King of Elite. Shackleford, I won't allow you to take this away from me for one simple reason: you can't. This is pre-ordained. This will happen for me. Maybe sometime in the future you will get your redemption. But not this time. Not at my expense. At Dynasty: Invictus, I will enter into the King of Elite Tournament.

All hail King Dampshaw. Long may he reign.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 2:33 am by **Carlos Rosso**

An Open Letter from the Champion of Life to Moongoose McQueen and the EAW Interwire Champion Amadeus

                Everything that happens in this world happens for a reason. It’s all part of a greater design that we are a part of in some way or another. I have no reason to attempt to hide my disappointment of failing to win the EAW World Heavyweight Championship at Road to Redemption. I thought that I had developed a great game plan and had chosen a weapon to fit my strengths. Things were going well, but they didn’t go well enough. Elimination Chambers only have one winner by design, so I must resign to the fact that I’ll have to wait a little while to take the title that I covet above all others. But, that doesn’t mean that I will sit back and not reach for opportunities that come my way. Hell, in this case I have steered an opportunity that wasn’t even coming my way in my direction.

                Axl Willow probably won’t be seen on EAW programming for some time, if not ever. It seems that people needed a reminder, even after beating Moongoose McQueen and sending Anthony Leonhart into retirement, that I am a dangerous individual when I get pushed to a certain level. That wasn’t a wrestling match on Voltage, it was a message. A mere scrimmage. And the message is clear: While some people want to criticize my win-loss record, there are very few individuals who can keep pace with me when I’m at my best and I don’t believe that either of you are in my league.

                Moongoose, you are not someone that I take for granted, but let’s be honest, at least Amadeus has the claim that he’s beaten me in a singles match to give himself comfort. What do you have? Every time that we have crossed paths, I’ve proven myself to be better than you. When I felt like taking something from you at Territorial Invasion, a single right hand took you completely out of the equation. When you chose to get mad about that and tried to have a match with me, you found yourself getting put on your back again. You are talented. You’re gifted in ways that most people on Voltage could only wish to be. And honestly, you’re a funny guy. You’re the life of the party, you’re the funny Moongoose McQueen. You know who else was funny? You know who else everyone liked? TLA…and you saw how his adventures in trying to acquire the World Heavyweight Championship went. This is serious business now. This is WINNING TIME, son. You thought winning the New Breed Championship was hard? Listen to some of the names that have held that championship: Y2Impact, Dedede, Diamond Cage, TLA, Zack Genesis, Chuck Scene, Cameron Ella Ava, Scott Diamond, Scott Oasis. I have proven my worth against individuals like this for the better part of a decade. I belong in this class. You don’t. This is not rocket science and it’s not complicated. You have already reached the ceiling of your potential. Winning this title is not even a checkpoint for me, it’s a way to put a little extra kick in my already substantial paycheck. That sounds greedy? That sounds superficial? Good. Because that’s exactly what it is. Besides, what would make a Carlos Rosso vs Jaime O’Hara or Chris Elite match even more intriguing than it already would be if I have the Interwire Championship in my possession?

                You can ramble for as long as you like about how I failed to capture the World Championship and all of that, but in a way you should be thanking me for even having an opportunity like this for the Interwire Championship. Without me winning a grueling tournament to reestablish the legacy of this title about three years ago, you wouldn’t have the platform you have now. Just like the High Rollerz should worship the ground that I walk on for keeping the Tag Team Championships in EAW with any prestige, you should lick boot, worship me like the wrestling GOD that I am for making sure something was left for posterity. You have something to contribute to EAW? Bitch, I have contributed more to EAW by wiping the blood of Keelan Centinich off my boot than you have done in any match you’ve ever had. My legacy is secure enough to not be bothered by your rambling, but I do have to ask why you would try to provoke me about legacy when you have none…and I don’t mean in EAW, I mean anywhere. The Name Carlos Rosso carries a certain weight to it, a respect, that people who have known me for years will stand by. Lack of a World Championship in EAW aside, other than that one minor blip on the resume, there is nothing that I have to prove to any human being walking this planet. Not you, not Amadeus, not anyone. What have you proved anywhere to anyone? The name Moongoose McQueen is not met with any respect. It’s associated with bad haircuts, being pushed around, being soft, being a joke character. The name Carlos Rosso is associated with being a threat for any championship I feel like challenging for. The name Moongoose is associated with failure. After failure. After failure. After failure. After failure. After failure.

                I am indeed proud to compete for the Interwire Championship. Not because it’s a consolation prize to me. It’s because of the history of the title, a history that in my own way I helped contribute to. I’m proud of the fact that I have held it before and have been given the right to challenge for it again. Even though my goal is the World Heavyweight Championship, it would be foolish to just not get up for this. It would be foolish to add my name to a very select list of people to ever hold it twice. That’s the funny thing about the title, there have been many great champions, but only two have held it twice. I would like to add my name to that list…and then add it to an even more elite list of men who have managed to hold the Interwire and World Heavyweight Championships simultaneously. I noticed something that you said, Moongoose. You say that you are better than Amadeus…but you never said that you were better than me. I think a part of you knows what I already know: That you are not capable of beating me, that you are not better than me. I’ve noticed that you have saved some of your more personal, petty insults for me instead of Amadeus, which is frankly very telling. I am not ready for a world championship? With all the men who are in the EAW Hall of Fame that I have defeated, victimized, conquered and embarrassed on international television, I’m not ready for a world championship? I left you laying in the ring, ALSO beaten, brutalized, defeated, and victimized….and suddenly YOU are ready to ascend to the heights of world champion?

                Whatever you are smoking, I want some, because it must be some really powerful shit.

                I don’t know what a High Voltage match is and honestly I don’t care. I’ve been in elimination chambers, ladder matches, steel cage matches, death matches, falls count anywhere matches that adding electricity to the equation is not something I concern myself all that much with. This is the benefit of being around so long, Moongoose, you see everything. You know what to expect. There is nothing that has happened in a wrestling ring that I haven’t experienced first hand or done to someone else. And, honestly, if you wanted Mao’s number so that she can become your advocate, all you had to do was ask. I’m sure she would be happy to have a new member of the Zaibatsu to work towards having a meaningful position in the middle portion of the Voltage card or, if you can negotiate your way off Voltage, the main event scene of a Dynasty or a Showdown.

                I appreciate the fire and intensity that you displayed in your stirring speech about everything that you want to achieve and how you’re going to mow down everyone in your way. I respect that honestly. I think that you have a little more of a backbone than I may have given you credit, now that I think about it. But, that said, to have the dream and the fire is not enough. You have to have the ability, and I do. Unlike you, I was actually invited to participate in the Elimination Chamber. My reputation alone carries that much weight. It’s not a matter of being the best when you’re in an environment like that…it just happens to be about being in the right places at the right times…and I was not. Other than driving Lars’s head through steel, I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. But, my point to you is that even though you have the fire, you have the game plan, I have something a little more on my side this time. I know that you need something else, a little boost. And no, I don’t mean just the backing of Kenny Drake, even though I have my own misgivings about that relationship. I mean having something special lined up just in case my own skill isn’t quite enough. You’ve known me a long time, haven’t you? You know I don’t come into matches like this without a battle plan. I will be ready. I will be focused, and I will mow down any man and any dream that gets in the way of me claiming the championships that I covet. Please note that I said championships, not championship. The Interwire Championship, as prestigious and glorious as that honor is, is a means to an end right now. It’s the means for me to set up the greatest championship bout that EAW has ever seen: Interwire Champion Carlos Rosso vs The World Heavyweight Champion, whomever it is.

                You want to know why people don’t take you seriously, Moongoose? You want to know how my name always winds up in a title discussion despite record and yours has to be carved out through such a hellacious road to get to anything resembling a real title? Because of shit like you “Shooting a beam of energy” at Cameron Ella Ava. It’s the dumbest, most juvenile, most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen. This is not Dragon Ball Z. You’re not Goku and you don’t ride on the damn Nimbus. This is professional wrestling. Pardon me while I stand on my “old man, get off my fucking lawn!” soapbox for a second, but people like you disgrace the sport that I love. I HAVE BLED, SWEAT AND PAID THE PRICE FOR YOU AND PEOPLE LIKE YOU TO COME TO PLACES LIKE EAW AND HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY. AND YOU DO DUMB THINGS LIKE THIS! FOR WHAT!? WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO DO!? HOW DOES THIS CARRY WRESTLING FORWARD? If you and people like you are the wave of the future, then I have to do my best to stand for the Old Guard, for outright fucking sanity, and make sure that someone like you will never be Interwire Champion, let alone a World Champion. Amadeus, he is at least not a walking cartoon character. He has his own flaws, which will be exposed in time, but you are a special variety of dangerous. Not a danger to me and probably no real danger to Amadeus, but you are a danger to wrestling as I know and love it. To that end, I will end YOU. You will leave the ring so beaten and demoralized that you will never dare show your face again on Voltage, let alone challenge for the World Championship or even the Interwire Championship.

                Speaking of the Interwire Championship, I think that I should make remarks regarding the soon to be former holder of that title. Amadeus, the last few weeks have not been kind to you, have they Amadeus? Your family, once a bedrock for you, has evaporated. All those close to you have left you for one reason or another. I don’t feel the need to go into details, you know it better than I do with it being your life and all right? Also, you’re a bit upset about everything that’s been happening to you regarding Kenny Drake, right? Well, welcome to my world ever since I’ve come to EAW. For YEARS, people have squabbled and flattered and deceived and plotted to keep me from my rightful place as World champion. I’ve been held back and demonstrated against more than anyone in the history of this company. Hell, Dynamite Rain came about because of all the mistreatment that GI Styles and myself endured. I understand completely what you’re going through. But just because I understand doesn’t mean that I give a shit. I will make this clear: You have something that I want. I will take it by force. And I have a weapon constructed to make sure that happens. You want to lash out at Kenny Drake and prove him wrong, right? You want to show that despite everything that has happened to you in and out of the ring from the dissolution of Nightmare to your absolutely pathetic showing in the Elimination Chamber that you’re still the Interwire Champion, you’re still going to fight hard for yourself and to appease the snot-nosed, cousin fucking insects that populate the EAW Universe.

Fight all you want.

Because it will not change the fact that your time as Interwire Champion and a relevant figure on Voltage is about to come to an end. You barely survived my challenge the first time, and to be perfectly honest with you I wasn’t sure what to expect. I may have, as much as it annoys me to admit, underestimated you. That is not the case this time. With my weapon and the fact that Moongoose is in this match as well, your chances of retaining the championship are almost nonexistent. Hell, I don’t even have to beat you to win the title, do I? All I have to do is do what I’ve always done to Moongoose, beat him up. But, I think a lot of my focus will be on you though. Beating Moongoose is easy. I’ve gotten up and taken shits with more difficulty than beating him. Beating you though, there is something that has some unique appeal to me. You know why?
I want to see the last flickers of fight die in your eyes when you realize that the Southern Lariat is coming. I want to feel your body give out, even as your mind struggles to find the strength and energy for you to respond.

I want to watch you realize that you are absolutely nothing on your own, without anyone that you love to save you or help you. I want to end Amadeus, the competitor. The man. I want to completely extinguish your spirit. You said it yourself, the Interwire Championship is all you have left. Without it, you are nothing more than Dynamo Go with an Emo haircut. A hollow, pathetic individual who has no idea how to deal with adversity.

The Champion of Life knows adversity, knows Moongoose, knows you, and knows the Interwire Championship well. He is a man with a backbone, one of the last true warriors left in this sport. And he is coming for you and your title, he’s coming to do EAW a service by washing away the last decaying remnants of the Sanatorium and Nightmare from this earth.

You two are the disease, I am the cure. And by the end of this week, I will be the new reigning, defending, undisputed Interwire Champion for a second time. And there is nothing. That you. Can do….To stop it. By the way, Happy Thanksgiving. I’m sure both of you will have a wonderful time with all your….family....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Who am I kidding, no one loves either of you enough to dare sit down with either of you for a Thanksgiving dinner, let alone claim you as family.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 1:49 am by **Moongoose McQueen**

LiveWire presents : So Punny, it Hertz.

(Moongoose McQueen in a white suit and hair tied up is shown sitting on a couch in a dark room with only a spotlight on him and a television screen beside him with the EAW Shvk Value Logo playing. Moongoose starts talking directly into the camera.)

Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to EAW! EAW is Moongoose McQueen, and I am once again here to excite you, ignite you, and more importantly, delight you. Because this coming week, November 25^th, 2017, Tampa, Florida at Shock Value will be facing Amadeus and Carlos Rosso in a High Voltage match for the EAW Interwire Championship. There are a lot of things to discuss, such as how I currently feel about all of this, and once again, you can all expect nothing but the truth an honesty in this podcast as I share my thoughts and wisdom to all my listeners, and I hope that includes my opponents as well.

Now let’s start with the most popular demand that I have gotten in regards to my match with Cameron Ella Ava on Voltage 2 weeks ago, as report came in from the live shows that a lot of weird things happened during the commercial break that made viewers question the legitimacy of the beef I had with Cameron. Now I know what you guys are all thinking. Moongoose, you put her through a table, you threatened to piledrive her into the steel steps, you potentially almost broke her neck in half. And well, here is a clip of what happened during that commercial break. Check it out

Clip of the show from 2 weeks ago plays -

Nick Angel: AND CAMERON MANAGES TO GRAB THE BOTTOM ROPES. And McQueen releases the hold! The match continues, but for how much longer as Cameron clutching to her back. McQueen showing signs of fatigue and frustration as blood continues to poor down his face. This match will continue after these commercial breaks.

Kawajai: WHY ARE THERE SO MANY COMMERCIALS IN THIS MATCH NOW?!

Nick Angel: Kawa. You don’t question BOB Brand. This is Cameron Ella Ava vs Moongoose McQueen. This match will put butts in those seats, and this means money. Now just up and do your job and promote BOB Brand. Papa needs to pay his membership to the Poon Palace. Stay tune as Sunday Night Voltage continues!

{Commercial Break

Kawajai: Moongoose McQueen charges now…. AND THE SLING BLADE CONNECTS! Moongoose McQueen climbing up to the top rope now. We all know what this means! THE DUKE GONNA BRING DOWN THE LIGHTNING! Moongoose McQueen is perched.

Moongoose: Are we back from commercial yet?! THE WORLD HAS TO SEE ME WIN HERE!

Kawajai: BUT WHAT THE HELL? SHIMMER FROM THE OUTSIDE TELLING MOONGOOSE TO DON’T DO IT! COME ON, MOONGOOSE, JUST DO IT!! JUST DO IT!! THE RAIGEKI!! YOU’RE WASTING TIME… And nope, Cameron is already back to her feet!

Nick Angel: Moongoose is stunned that Cameron was able to get up so quickly.

Moongoose: STAY DOWN, CAMERON! OR ELSE!!

Cameron: OR ELSE WHAT?!!

Moongoose: OR ELSE I’LL DESTROY YOU WITH MY STRONGEST ATTACK!

Kawajai: Moongoose McQueen putting his two hands together… what the hell is this? … It’s like he’s gathering energy?

Moongoose:….RAAAAAAAAI …. GEEEEEEEE…..KIIIIIIIIII!

Nick Angel: AND MOONGOOSE RELEASES A BEAM OF ENERGY TOWARDS CAMERON… GET OUT OF THE WAY!

Kawajai: Um…. What? There is nothing there… maybe Moongoose has taken too many hits in the head and thinks he’s a saiyan or some….. oh no… not this.

Nick Angel: I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES, AS CAMERON ELLA AVA TAKES THE SAME POSE AND BEGINS TO GATHER ENERGY OF HER OWN!

Cameron: CAM…..RON…EL…LA….A……..VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Nick Angel: CAMERON RETALIATES WITH A BEAM ATTACK OF HER OWN AS THE BEAMS COLLIDE!!

Kawajai: What?.... there is nothing there other than those two screaming at each other!

Moongoose: IMPOSSIBLE… IT’S JUST LIKE MINE….. NO… I WON’T ACCEPT THIS!! I’M MOONGOOSE FUCKIN’ MCQUEEN! YOU CAN’T WIN THIS!!

Cameron:…. KILL…..

Moongoose:….no…..

Cameron:…..AAAAAA

Moongoose:….. noooooooooo

Cameron: ….CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM……

Moongoose:….. NOOOOOOO!

Cameron: …..TIMES FOUR!!

MOONGOOSE:……….NONONONONONONO ADKJFKSLFJDKS!!

Nick Angel: CAMERON’S BEAM ATTACK COMPLETELY

OVERWHELMING MCQUEEN AS HE IS SENT FLYING BACKWARDS TO THE OUTSIDE AND CRASHING INTO SHIMMER!!

Kawajai: No… I’m pretty sure we just saw Moongoose taking a leap backwards just now and falling on his brother.

Nick Angel: NO, I’M SURE OF IT, CAMERON MANAGING TO MUSTER THE STRENGTH TO PUSH MOONGOOSE FROM THE TOP ROPE AND SEND HIM FLYING. BUT AT WHAT COST? AS CAMERON FALLS TO HER KNEES, WRITHING IN THE PAIN. I MEAN, AN ATTACK LIKE THAT, MUST HAD PUT SO MUCH STRAIN O NTHE HUMAN BODY?

Kawajai: You can’t be serious, right? There is a hidden camera somewhere? Right?

End of Commercial Break}

Nick Angel: AND WE ARE BACK, AS CAMERON ELLA AVA WAS MANAGE TO AVOID THE RAIGEKI FROM MCQUEEN AND SENDING HIM FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE!
Kawajai: That wasn’t how it happened at all?!!

-End of Clip

Now I understand that this caused a lot of controversy, because it can be considered something that hurts the legitimacy of wrestling as a whole. Was it real? Was it fake? Did Moongoose and Cameron really have bad blood among them? All these questions and all I can really say is, “Mind your own damn business.” But no, the truth is this. I was angry. Not at Cameron or anything. No, not at all. That was all play. Some things I said about her, there is some truth, but at the end, it’s hypocritical of me to tell her what path to follow while I follow my own. As far as I’m concerned, we were friends before the match and we were friends after. But as I said, I was really angry. Why? Because when you have Moongoose McQueen vs Cameron Ella Ava in a match, and instead of following up and making it a main event match and having it be an opener, do you know how insulting that really is?

Everyone wants to be in the main event. There is no doubt about it, but at the end, they had us open, and part of me was like, “Cameron, how the hell can they do this to us?” And by all means, I don’t blame Cameron at all, because deep down, I do believe the higher ups in EAW do not like me, nor do they respect me as an individual because I don’t do things the EAW way. Because I choose to take my own approach on just about everything and spin it, and while people will look at that match between Cameron and I as a joke, I want to make it clear that it was a stance on the issue that you put Moongoose in the corner, and well, he’s going to do stupid shit that embarrasses everyone but won’t leave the fans disappointed. Think of it as my own form of protest. I’m not happy with how I’ve been utilized not having any surreal interaction with anyone. Hell, the only real interaction I got with Amadeus was a contract signing, and I went in there with my wit, because fuck how serious everyone tries to be in EAW. Like Electricity is suppose to be scary or some shit. Ooh, look at me, I’m in a cage that will shock you and it gets stronger the more in contact with it. Bitch, I’ve been in therapy. That is nothing. And all for what? A second tier title? The EAW Interwire title. So what is it? Are you throwing me into this match like they did with the New Breed Championship to punish me? Or are they throwing me into a high voltage match with these two to punish me?

I can pretty much tell you how that meeting with Kenny Drake went. There was Jon and I, sitting in his office, and Kenny looks at me, you both are in for a wonderful opportunity. And he starts going on and on about how Finnegan and Amadeus needs a challenge, and I swear to god, if he put me in another match with Finnegan, I would had snapped whatever it was that Keelan broke in the first place. But alas, he was like, “Nah, you’re ready for better things. You’re EAW Interwire Championship contender ready” and I’m like, right there with a fake smile, nodding and agreeing as a face, but in my mind, I’m like, a year ago, I’d be ok with that, because I would be facing the likes of frickin Drake Jaeger and DEDEDE, but this is Amadeus, so who gives a shit. But I digress, because I was reeling for some action after missing out on Road to Redemption, and I needed to get back into the picture, so like “fine, I’ll face him, whatever. I’ll get myself all excited for it, I guess.” EAW Interwire Championship. I haven’t won that yet.

Then we get to Cameron Ella Ava vs Moongoose McQueen, which was scheduled to main event on Voltage, but by the time we got there for a match, we were bumped to opening the show, and I’m like, really? This shit again? Because anyone that watches these shows knows that I’ve always been the guy that would be bumped in favor or someone else’s thing. Like when I won the right to face Drake Jaeger, I had to fight him the next week instead of at Road to Redemption like I was told. Or when I beat Jacob Senn to face DEDEDE for the Interwire Championship, only to have that match bumped up so it can be all about Senn and DEDEDE. Point is, it’s annoying as hell that I have to take a backseat, and Cameron understood, and that is why the match turned the way it did. I was pissed off, and anyone knows that when I joke around, I’m not taking them or anyone seriously, because to me, that is a the sign of disrespect. Like you can flat out say to my face that you don’t like me, but there is a form of respect when you can walk up to them and say it to their face instead of behind their back. And yeah, I came into that contract signing saying nothing but puns because I want my fans, the ones that get me, to know I really don’t care for Amadeus. I don’t see him as a threat. Hell, I already don’t like the guy for not using “Rock Me Amadeus” by Falco, which was a huge missed opportunity, and truly, a huge step down from having face DEDEDE for that title. And to make matters worse, you put me in a cage with him so I can’t get out, and to make sure I don’t get out of it, let’s electrify it.

And of course, this is Moongoose McQueen and the EAW Interwire Championship, it wouldn’t be the same unless he got screwed out of it because of something else, and here comes Kenny Drake adding Carlos Rosso into the match because they had a meeting. “Oh geez wiz guys, he beat Moongoose and lost to Amadeus previously, so he must be in this match.” But like, who gives a flying fuck. Wait your god damn turn, or better yet, wait til I win, and I’ll fuckin give you a turn you oaf. But alas, Kenny giving the old baby what he wants, and eh, it made the match is little more interesting for me, because I really don’t like Carlos either because, well, I shouldn’t have to explain how big of a dick he is. It really has come to a point where it seems like EAW will market me as a man that slithers his way into matches with top guys, but where are the ones that won’t defend how I am used. It is almost as if this place is trying to break my spirit at every turn by putting me in these stupid situations because the timing isn’t right. But at the end of the day, I’m better than Amadeus and unlike Carlos Rosso, I actually have something worth contributing to EAW. I mean, that man has been here for how long? And he still hasn’t won a world championship, and here he is fighting for the EAW Interwire championship? Please, even I know this title doesn’t mean much, but you’re just not ready for the world title, and the truth is, you probably never will be Carlos. Get use to the real reason you’re in this match, Carlos. Pity, because pity is the only reason Amadeus and I aren’t saying a damn thing about you being added to this match last minute, and pity is the only reason why anyone will ever acknowledge you as a “legend” because of how long you’ve been here. Here is a participation trophy. Good job, you managed to get involved where you aren’t wanted, but with Kenny Drake, everyone gets to play, I guess.

So how do I feel about this High Voltage match, really? I don’t care for my opponents. Amadeus looks sad when he retains the title and he looks sad when he loses. And Carlos Rosso? At this point, I just feel bad for the guy. Like he acts so proud that he is in the EAW Interwire Championship match, when the truth is, he isn’t even big enough to negotiate himself into the world title scene. But I will say, I look forward to being back in action and the high Voltage match will be both an opportunity to see how far my limits my body will go as well as how far the mind will go in delivering punishment. Do I look forward to driving Carlos and Amadeus face into the steel? I’d be lying if I didn’t, after all, maybe I’ll see a different expression from Amadeus for once. I wonder what his, “should had wore my brown tights?” face would look. And Carlos, well, he needs therapy and I can say from experience, shock treatment therapy works. Bludgeoning too. But more importantly. That EAW Interwire Championship. Despite it just being a belt, it means something to me. It means to me that no matter how close I get to moving up in this place, Moongoose McQueen is push to the side for someone else, and as long as people believe that this belt is the invisible wall that separates me from the world title, then I must break those walls down and take it. This isn’t just another championship like it is to Carlos or Amadeus. This isn’t about pride or being relevant again. This is a message.

This is a message to EAW that no matter how often they put me down, I will rise above and continue to do things my way. This isn’t compliance, this is me humoring you. This is me playing along and changing the god damn rules, because to all you ass clowns that think “make a fool out of Moongoose McQueen” is the name of the game. No no no. You don’t deserve to take credit for what I’ve done. You don’t deserve me at all. Instead I’m here to take from you all what should rightfully mine, and if I have to beat Amadeus and Carlos, no, the entire mid-card division to get there, well, be careful what you ask for. Because at Shock Value, it’s not going to be about me winning the EAW Interwire Championship. It’s going to be me sending a message to the past, present, and future of EAW that you don’t underestimate Moongoose McQueen, and if you want to keep playing favorites and casting me aside, I’m not afraid to go there and make those people go away until they don’t have a damn choice but to use me. Continue to tarnish my name, and make me either the joke or the bad guy in all this. Don’t you dare fuckin put me in the same filth that is Carlos Rosso or simply label me as a threat to Amadeus’s reign. I refuse to be stuck in the same position as Carlos has been for years, and I won’t acknowledge Amadeus as my equal. That is everything you all want me to be, and maybe you want me to be your EAW Interwire Champion, but I don’t want your damn pity. I don’t want to wait for my moment. I don’t want to be the guy that plays second fiddle. I WANT TO BE THE STAR! I WANT TO BE THE MAIN EVENT! AND IF I HAVE TO BREAK THESE SHACKLES THAT HOLD ME BACK BY WINNING THIS TITLE, THE EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP, THEN SO BE IT. I’LL WIN IT! I’LL BREAK THE BARRIER AND GET READY FOR THE NEXT BULLSHIT I HAVE TO FACE! IT DOESN’T MATTER! THROW EVERYTHING YOU GOT AT ME, BECAUSE I’LL BEAT IT! WHY? BECAUSE I’M MOONGOOSE FUCKIN’ MCQUEEN! THE TOUGHEST SON OF A BITCH TO NEVER BACK DOWN FROM A FIGHT, BECAUSE AT THE END, NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE CAN TELL ME THAT I CAN’T WIN, WHEN I KNOW DAMN WELL I CAN! MAYBE NOT NOW, MAYBE NOT HE NEXT TIME, BUT NEVER TELL ME NEVER! It has been too damn long that I’ve been out of the spotlight. It’s been too damn long that I’ve been put in the shadows. Now it’s time for the white knight to burn bright and lead EAW to the holy land. Look at me. LOOK AT ME! WHAT DO YOU SEE?! DO YOU SEE IT? THE LIGHT THAT IS IN MY EYE. THE FIRE THAT BURNS FOR REDEMPTION! IT SEEKS JUSTICE! IT SEEKS TRUTH! IT SEEKS PEACE!! AND AS LONG AS THAT INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP IS ON ANOTHER MAN’S SHOULDERS AND NOT ON MINE, I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO ASCEND! I’LL NEVER GET PEACE! BUT THAT ENDS NOWS! AMADEUS, CARLOS, SHOCK VALUE, YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH, AND WHILE NO AMOUNT OF VOLTS OR WATTS CAN EXPRESS HOW MUCH I’VE SUFFERED, I’LL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO PUT THOSE CAGES TO THE TEST AND AIM FOR CLOSE ENOUGH.

Just the thought of it alone, makes me ex-static. …. Yeah, I went there, because I’m fairly certain that between the 3 of us, Amadeus will cry about everything. Carlos will try to one-up my “mis-used talent” stories, and one of us, once again, myself, will have to bring something interesting to the table. You’re welcome, EAW. I will do the honor of making the EAW Interwire Championship relevant once more, and prove exactly why people that hold this belt are the next world champions. Not Amadeus. Not Carlos Rosso. ME!

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 1:08 am by **PrinceofPhenomenal**

Enough time has passed for me to realize that the only way I'm leaving this company is if it's on top. I deserve better. Most importantly, the entire EAW fanbase deserves to see better. The very fist day I walked back into EAW, I told myself that there's one thing that I needed to do in order ot restore my legacy. That is go out there each and every week and kick ass. Even if I got knocked down a few times or in some cases a lot, that I would give my all to make sure everyone knows they're in the presence of greatness. Sometimes in life people attempt to tell you that you shouldn't care what other people think. Personally, I feel that in this profession it's the exact opposite. You have to more or less make sure your peers know that you are not to be fucked with. The one second you choose to walk around this war zone known as EAW without a care in the world is where your career ends. I've been on record, several times actually, saying that having a championship in EAW puts a big target on your back. Well, I was partially correct. What I meant to say is that being in EAW period puts a huge target on your back. Even the newcomers here can share their experiences of never trusting the people smiling in your face. Let's be honest here, everyone has their own motives and agendas. No matter how genuine or positive they may be, at the end of the day it's either kill or be eaten alive. I don't plan on being food for anyone in this company. I am the hunter. I plan on continuing to hunt until I'm completely satisfied.

King. Prince. Those two terms go together right? No matter how you look at me, you can't sit here and tell me that I'm not royalty. What better way to crown the uncrowned prince than by having him as the king of EAW? This week on Showdown, I have the the pleasure of competing in the first round of the King of Elite tournament. I've been in the position before and I want my opponent to personally know that. I also want to know that it's time to put up or shut up. This year is winding down and I need to head into 2018 with my head on my shoulders. Additionally, it's important that I keep on reminding the people who stand in m way that I am the man holding this company together. Now, who is my opponent exactly? My opponent is someone who I don't have much history with. I don't think he's ever had the misfortune of standing across the ring from me yet. Honestly, I don't know what to expect from him heading into this match. I don't know what his mindset is or what his motives are at this point in time. The only thing I can do is make sure I do everything I can to make it very clear that I will be the next King of EAW.

Names? What's his name? Names aren't that important. However, I'm a nice guy. I'll play by the rules. Ares. Ares Vendetta. I have a vendetta. I have a vendetta for doormats like yourself thinking that you deserve to be in the ring with a legend like myself. What makes you think that I should take you and your career seriously? I'm fed up honestly because I know I'll have some brain dead interviewer walk up to me and asked me about you. It's really going to suck when I have to spend more time talking about someone I don't think much of. It's like what you want me to say about Ares Vendetta? He has a cool name? Sure. He can't hang in the ring with me though. Can anyone? Can anyone hang in the ring with the Prince of Phenomenal? My shortcomings have been a direct result of me not giving a shit. That's not an excuse. That's reality. At the top of my game, there's not a single soul in this company past or present that could wash my jock strap on laundry day. The fact of the matter is, a lot of people have been telling me that I should be more respectful of new guys like yourself. My responses is where is the respect for legends like me? If it weren't for me, a lot of you would be in some third rate company, performing in a high school gym. That's right, Ares. You should be thankful. I paved the way for you and a lot of guys backstage to make to EAW. I bled, I cried, I screamed many times in that ring to make sure this company stayed on top. And I don't have a problem making sure you know that I'm highly anticipating your downfall. Maybe it will be on Showdown this week, maybe it will be next week. Who knows? Only time will tell.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 22nd 2017, 12:04 am by **Daisy Thrash**

Wouldja look at that? Not only have my words scared the utter crap out of the Board but now they’ve diverted an international flight. Now the pen may be mightier than the sword, but what happens when the pens run out of ink? You lucky people are about to find out. Wait a minute. Lucky people? What about lucky me? I’m on my way to the top. Haruna herself said as much. And I didn’t do it by bending over and letting the company have their way with me. I did it by setting myself free and delivering some amazing matches. That’s my plan for Thursday. And there had better not be any interference. If there is, a certain “Ace of Empire” had better live up to that nickname and take care of it.
But what’s all this about being a nobody, Haruna? I would hardly call a former Specialist champion a nobody. So all this self-depreciation shit is not gonna cut it. As for my reward? My reward for winning this thing will be knowing that not only did I rekindle the passion of a woman who had nearly given up, but also that I won the most meaningful match in my career so far. Now don’t get me wrong, this ain’t any kind of ass-kissing from me. I’m saying what I’m saying because I can relate to what you’re feeling. The whole dirty river thing? Well, it’s not exactly what I thought in my darker times but I can still understand the general feeling. That everything is terrible and won’t get better so I shouldn’t bother doing anything. Been there, done that. But I got out of it and you can do it too. I have faith.
No drama? Oh thank fuck. I’m 110% done with all that. I’ve been itching for a fight that comes down to pure skill. That way everyone will finally see what a decade of experience really looks like. It’ll be well worth making some time in your schedule. I’ve been in the squared circle with countless people who have pushed me to my limits. Will you measure up, Haruna? We’ll see. You’d better if you want your supporters to see just how much your spirit is back. Make no mistake I will earn your respect. You won’t see me as just some generic nobody from the “pit of this division.” Because I’m no gold digger. I’m not the kind of lady that expects things to just be handed to her. I’m the kind of lady that will fight tooth and nail through the dirt and blood just to prove myself. So when you lose, don’t go back to hating yourself. Know in your heart that you fought with everything you had and helped create something unique and wonderful. And I’ll make sure you never get called Honda again.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 11:46 pm by **Jon McAdams**

“Power” McAdams sits at the end of a long table in a gaudy meeting room. Behind him is a huge gold M. In his hand he swirls some wine and seems to be waiting for something. He looks at his phone for a few moments while occasionally glancing at the door. A man steps into the room in a messy suit and a slightly sweaty forehead.

“Mr. McAdams,” The man says in a small voice. “You called for me.”

“You are fired.”

“What?,” The man begins to sputter, his face filled with discontent and anguish.

“Remove yourself from the office and leave your things. You are done here. You have five minutes to exit the property and if I hear one more word out of your mouth I'll remove you myself.”

The man nods his head and whimpers out of the room.

“Do you know what power is? Have you ever wielded actual power? The kind of power that gives men hundreds of jobs, and the kind of power and authority that, with just a few short words can ruin a man's life. The kind of power that, given the right physical action, can leave a person with nothing but a broken living carcass. The kind of strength it possesses to wield that and the ability and actually be willing to use it. That man right there, Perry. He is an old family friend. I know his wife Leann. I know his two kids, Jason and Mathias. I know that without this job they cannot make things work. I know that their marriage is in trouble. I know these things and know that this man has been with this company for 15 years. He's been here longer than I have. He knows my family. He knows my friends. But more importantly he knows me. He knows that I hate drains in my resources. He knows that I hate when people can't complete the tasks that they are given. He knows that I am not a man to be kept waiting. And despite all that he knows, he failed to do the things he was supposed too. He was far too comfortable with the idea of knowing me and forgetting the immense power and responsibility that I wield. I like Perry. Id even have called him friend but I do not hesitate to use that power. That is my responsibility and my right. I am Sovereign. In an instant I can make you rich and in that same sentence I can leave you with nothing.

I know that you have never experienced power quite like this. You have never known what it's like to have so much riding on your decisions. I play on a different level. Far higher than yours. I am on a playing field you couldn't understand and I do so in all that I do. Including EAW.

McAdams stands up and steps out of the meeting office and begins to remove his coat. He opens another door within the hallway and behind it is a gym. There is a ring with a few punching bags near it. There are weights and exercise equipment near the walls. McAdams removes his shirt and starts wrapping his hands.

“I woo the people in the back, I take heavy risks and they have proven to be fruitful in one way or another. I've had men removed from this company who have been less than adequate or up to par with what I believe should be the standard, and I wield that power with impunity. Do you know what I love about the Blackout match? It exudes all that power. Tell me, do you think that I honestly thought the match was a blind free for all? How would that even work? You seemed to have missed the entire metaphor Little Finn. The candles were your light. The snuffer was the darkness. One of the many defining differences between us is the battle of light and darkness but now I come with a new comparison. Perhaps one that might tickle your fancy a little more.

Yes. This match. I appreciate your panache. You’re willing to risk everything to win this match. How novel. The words that have been spoken by every champion ever. How droll. How typical. Your host of intense matches is mighty impressive. You have been in some dangerous situations, and it's no doubt that these are not the kind of fights you prepared for in your youth. A straight Wrestling match is where Finnegan Wakefield is most comfortable. Your lack of success in those matches is proof of that. Had this been a standard wrestling match we may have a little more even footing. The certainty that I speak with is not one of foolish arrogance but that of experience. You knock my time as the Hardcore Champion but I assure you the kinds of fights I was in were not simple brawls but acts of sadism. Long before I was Sovereign, The Survivor was here. And I knew how to do whatever it took to win and survive here. This match, it exudes that brutality, that kind of animalistic and instinctual need to survive. That bloody and violent clash that drags the fear out of brave men, and brings terror to those who watch it. These are the kinds of fights that I was raised in. While you were raised to be a wrestler, I was taught how to fight in these kind of deadly conditions. It's there, where I first learned how to wield that kind of power. It is there where I learned how to accept the darkness. The parallels and similarities between our upbringing is all quite fascinating to me. I'm glad you won't be taking the time to explain your life to me. While you were busy digging through archives and interviewing Elitists, I was focused in you. My opponent. Learning as much as I can about you. Your style, your life, your strengths and your weaknesses.

Even our original stint with various partners was interesting. Except I wasn’t the man in the shadows. Mike Showman was. Everyone constantly pointed out that he was riding my coattails. He needed me. That is the truth. There is a reason he had been involved in this business for so long and never amounted to anything while it was Jon McAdams hoisting the title above his head and never Showman. We were also never a tag team. Mike Showman was a dear friend and we formed an alliance but we were hardly a tag team. He was my muscle at best. I find those comparisons so fun. You see, Mike also never had the chance to see if he could actually take me, just like you were never able to show the world that you were Kelly's superior. How fun! And perhaps a losing effort to hall of famers isn't something to scoff at but it is still important in the grand scheme of success. I'll lend to you another for instance that you have brought up. I didn't choose my partner like so many of you do. Solomon Caine was thrust upon me by that fool Amadeus. We never got along, he and I and I was frustrated that a man I've beaten handily could be up to task of keeping up with me. The goals that you are comparing against us are

… silly. I never wanted the tag titles. I never wanted to be in the tag team grand Prix. I have never been weak enough to actually want a partner to help carry the load. I don't need one

Both my partners needed me. Both were the weak links and both failed me in the endeavors when it mattered most. You should go back into the archives and look into that grand Prix match that we lost. You will find an extremely deadly and dominant Jon McAdams putting the boots to Madison Kaline and Keelan Cetinich and a very foolish and sluggish Caine practically handing them the match. But I shouldn't entirely knock your rise with WATB. And I applaud you for taking your position in a tag team and finding someone to come alongside you who is lesser than you. It's an interesting way to remove the stigma of being the weak link. Tag teaming with Ironico I mean. It's… cute. I can see why the people like you two. You two are funny together. I'm not surprised that you carried the team to the very end and to mock you for losing to a couple of hall of famers. It is something though when you lost your that person in one on one combat, and again right after that, when I have beaten that person. You like to glaze over that. And perhaps I am reaching here but I find it odd that at the second biggest show of the year the new breed title wasn't defended. It's disappointing. Even heart breaking. You say you're pulling all your duties but that's just not true and in the endeavor that matters most you failed and that is to be the defending New Breed Champion because the title was not defended. You failed to win the Grand Prix. In one night you managed to prove to the world that you aren't everything you say you are.

I have had failures but as I've explained, I have learned a great deal from them. And this isn't just a one time resurgence. If you follow closely you'll notice a slowly changing pattern. If this were a business it would be like a graph that rises rapidly and drops slightly before rising even higher and higher and so on. It has never been a failure and just keep going. It's failing and then getting better. When I lost my hardcore title it was devastating. But I took that hurt and morphed it into Sovereign. And I set out to defeat the very best of Voltage. And I did. When I came up short in the interwire tournament I decided I would destroy Amadeus the next time we met. I did. When I lost to Ryan Marx, I swore I would make myself strong enough to where I would never need help from another elitist again. I stand before you as not just a winner but one of dominance. When I joined the Sanatorium, I promised that I would see this whole faction come to an end. I was able to put a punctuation on that group. I have removed weakness from me where you continue to prove your inadequacies. You say I have accomplished nothing in the past year outside of a hardcore title? No, I've accomplished exactly what I am supposed to do. It's you who stands before me having only the New Breed Championship to your name. And you hold it now, but when you lose it to me you will find yourself in a whole much deeper than I ever did. A man who spent his whole life wrestling for a living will lose to Jon McAdams after a short reign. He will spend his days back and forth between developmental and the main Roster, lost in the shuffle, looking up at the man with real power who wielded it to destroy you.

Please understand, I don't question your resolve. In some ways I applaud it. You are a man who had worked his entire life to be a wrestler. Likely not a natural at this at all, it must have been extremely hard work for you to get to this place. What a blow it must have been to be shot down to developmental. To believe you are the wrestling artist and find yourself there. I think it's great you made the best out of a bad situation but let's not pretend the writing isn't on the wall for people in that place. You see, despite all the non accomplishments you charge against me, no person ever looked at Jon McAdams and thought, he should go to NEO. You were placed there and while you did experiment and learn things and beat up rookies and lose to better men like Amadeus you were still placed there. You beat Moongoose McQueen but that title still has a stigma to it because of you two. That is just one of the many reasons the title needs to come with me. NEO is great for developing new talent and seemingly good for main Roster talent to remake themselves. I enjoy going down there sometimes and helping the young talent but I always feel a bit of sadness for the fellows who were in the main Roster and now find themselves there. Because despite your experimenting, your extra competition, your chance to change and grow… I see you and hear you and have watched you and I just don't see the difference. You might have gotten a bit more ring knowledge, but honestly… how are you that different? It's still the same bland wrestler who fought in the knights, just a new partner and a belt he earned by beating a developmental champion.

Sovereign isn't a crowned king, it isn't a title, it is the personification that I represent. I need no championship to claim the name, no crown, or title, merely being Power is enough. I am power. I have displayed such power in every facet of my life. Even during the worst parts of my career, when I was, as yourself and others say, doing nothing of worth, I was still involved in title matches. During what could have been the worst period of my career I was still fighting for titles. Right now though, I am on the rise. This isn’t a down period for me. Far from it. It is the beginning of a very dangerous run. One that I haven’t had quite yet. Before all this I had wanted to simply defeat my opponents, by hook or by crook, roll ups, dirty wins and the like… This down period I had experienced prior to all of this… It woke something within me. It isn’t just new clothes, you miss the metaphor. The new clothes are the new being that stands before you. I was winning important matches at extended periods for a great deal of time before this but this is the first time that people are afraid to fight me because of the kind danger I bring with me. I don’t need to just win. I can go further. I have that capability within me to run through an opponent. No games in that ring, no reason to play around, no reason to take it slow, just simply to take it. Take everything. In the end it all belongs to me. Your belt, your career, your life, I make it mine when I take you down. I’m not unstoppable and I’ve never claimed to be, and taking the defeat is just another moment in time where my teammates let me down. It is no matter. You are right. There won’t be anyone else there. There won’t be any excuses. There won’t be any reason for any person to believe you are my better when I beat you. I don’t want nor need those things. It is the same thing that you now face. There won’t be back up coming. There won’t be people to fall back upon when I bring a relentless assault against you and throw everything I have into you to make sure you feel the pain and misery, the rage and the darkness and the power within me when I drop you into fire and electricity. No Chris Elite, no Ironico, no Solomon Caine, Mike Showman, Amadeus, Apocalypse, Keelan Cetinich. Just you and your wrestling prowess and what you perceive to be nothing more than another man.

You are a wise man and you’ve picked up on some patterns, but I assure you I have no issue admitting when I have been beaten. Amadeus defeated me fairly and I gave it my absolute best shot. But I got him back. Maero has beaten me, but I have returned it in kind. Ryan Marx took me to my limits and I won’t soon forget our exchange and just like these patterns, I intend to get him back. You have beaten me in tag matches twice. But I will always in the end secure the more important victory. I admire your ability to hold on to your traditional values. They have helped you be strong when others would falter, and they are the one thing that would cause any other person looking in to be drawn to you. It is those values that draw the compassion from the crowds we compete for. But it is the same reason you are stagnant. It is the same reason you are slow to grow and even slower to find success. I don’t think lesser of you because of it. I think less of you because it has taken you so long to find real success with it. There is an immense amount of strength in winning and competing and succeeding in this way. It is something I can respect because there are few people in the world who are consistent and successful. But I know that had you changed your ways so long ago you would have captured that title at Pain for Pride if not sooner. You would be a more credible champion heading into this and not a fledgeling with a belt that has been unproven. Fact of the matter is you need this title win far more than I. If I take this belt, it will be the second title I have held in my second year, putting me even farther above most of the roster and if you lose, you drop in status like a potato off a table. No, I respect that you fight the way you do and how often you do. I don’t respect that you allow it to hold you back and for a man who hates to be called adequate you sure as hell do very little to prove anyone otherwise. All that that being said, I have no intention of giving you an inch to prove to me that you are willing to break that ceiling. More than anything I am determined to make sure you never rise above me.

The New Breed Championship is not quite proof that you have made it. It is a status that is above most of the roster, yes, but the shackles of that belt come from the one holding it. You are under the impression that this is a title defense where you walk in champion. As of right now you’re still proving that you are worthy of that belt. You are still showing the world that it is not a prop being used to make you look better, but something that you intend to elevate it with. Men like Jamie O’Haara and Nasir Moore did well to make that belt into something worth holding, and men like Lucas Johnson and Moongoose McQueen broke that idea. Do not assume that you are already at the level of prestige simply cause you hold it. Your slew of defenses against minor leaguers is not enough to bring it is up to snuff. You are walking in as the man with the name on the belt, but we are both challengers. When it comes down to it will you be able to truly make everyone a believer? Or will the man who should have held it all along come and take it from you and bring it back to the level it should be at.You’ve made mention of this already but I want to remind you that at this level, at these stakes, you’ve never faced anyone like me. I am relentless and I always work unhindered by rules and regulations. This is where I am at home. This is a new battlefield for you but this is my playground. The pressure is on you to be the attacker entering the place I am most comfortable and what is nice is you are bringing that belt right to me with a delicious bow tie on it. I’m glad you will be unrestrained, I’m glad you don’t view this as any other kind of match, I am glad I get a completely free Finnegan Wakefield because had you come just as you are you would have lost. Though I am still not certain that you know what you are saying.

That power that I speak of… the power to destroy careers. You were able to find and speak with Tarah Nova. Tell me. Could you do the same for Jakob DeLion? Apocalypse? Mike Showman? All men who I removed from this company. All men who you will never see again. All men who I brought my power down upon and when I did so they did not rise back up and they were never able to recover. You know what is crazy about that? I actually liked those people. Jakob was a misunderstood individual but I liked him. Mike Showman was my best friend. Apocalypse? He was someone I looked up too. Can you imagine a man like me with the kind of power I possess doing something like that to somebody I like? Can you imagine what I would do to someone I don’t like? Someone who represents everything apprehensible about this business. Could you imagine what I am going to do to you? Finnegan Wakefield, I come not just to take your title, but to show you what real darkness is. To show you what a monster is. To show you what real power is. That same power that will course through your veins at Shock Value and leave you lifeless. Don’t worry about ensuring anything for me. The only thing you need to do is remember your words when I come for you. It remains to be seen if you are ambition incarnate but let us never forget that the man who calls himself Sovereign has rarely made a promise that he can’t keep. And I promise you with all the power within me, that I will take that title from you and leave you broken.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 9:18 pm by **Hurricane Hawk**

Dynasty Promo #3: "The Light"

Like I said, you wouldn't understand the reasoning behind throwing away that championship in order to save it from further misery. So instead lets just go on a delusional tangent about me doing something as a result of something you weren't even here for. Me not continuing to hold it because I went on to bigger and better things, far beyond that championship is more than a good enough reason, but I just realized that I don't have to explain shit to you, kid. "Bu-bu-but maybe if you didn't trash that title and save it from being further ruined by other idiots in the future but instead held it with pride and dignity forever it would have established your hall of fame status!", bitch please. My Hall of Fame status is forever cemented, despite the revisionist history and me not being a part of any circles of certain veterans who over exaggerate one another's legacy and impact while downplaying men like Lethal Consequences who was every bit as good in his prime if not better because they had a personal grudge. Which results in uninformed ignorant rookies like yourself actually having the nerve to downplay another man's legacy or Hall of Fame status, a status that you have a long way before you're even considered of achieving. The tired rhetoric surrounding my legacy can be attributed to two things, 1. revisionist history and 2. the fact that I took breaks in he later part of my career. Do you realize how fucking stupid that sounds? I got inducted into the Hall of Fame and nobody said or questioned shit, in fact I was truly the only qualified person to have even made it in that particular class, at the same time I'm a favorite going into an extreme elimination chamber to win a world championship. This tired narrative about my legacy didn't even start until way later down the line when I decided to stop giving it my all. I was already an established multiple time world champion and Hall of Famer with nothing left to prove, but because I decided to walk away because this company went to shit several times... all of a sudden what I did doesn't matter. But it's okay you know why? Because everyday is another day for me to change the bullshit narrative, a narrative that people like you with nowhere near half of the legacy think you can spout, but it ends with you. You know the thing about that "what have you done for me lately" rhetoric that you new age pussies base everything around? It's that one day that same rhetoric will effect you and your legacy by the time you're 8-9 years deep into EAW, if you even make it that far. Nothing lasts forever and nothing stays on top forever, you'll learn that when I take that title from you, but even so.. with that being known you should understand that all that mentality does is make what you are doing right now as the Hardcore champion basically irrelevant in the big picture. It just means that in the slight chance that somebody such as Nico decides to take a step back in the later half of his career, no matter what he accomplishes means anything right now because whoever is the new shiny toy in the future will think they can disrespect him and his legacy. If thats the precedence you wanna set then be my guest, but thankfully for me, I will no longer be plagued with such ignorant and lazy arm chair analysis' about a career more successful than the people critiquing it, because I'm going to win that championship off of you, and make your dreams about it's vengeance being fulfilled finally come true.

The Hardcore Championship will finally rest on the shoulder of a worthy enough individual who can hold it with honor and dignity. An individual who can protect it's legacy and give it the proper care it deserves. One that will protect it from being constantly misplaced into the hands of undeserving jokes of competitors who become nothing more than an afterthought in the long run, rendering the championship the same. At the end of the day, a championship is a reflection of it's holder, and it deserves the reflection of a multiple time world champion, a top tier Hall of Famer, a legend, and the greatest man to have ever held that title in the first place. Not some bum who drove his life into some deep dark demonic path and then dragged himself out of a cardboard box from whatever street corner he came from and into EAW. Low grade busch league garbage filth versus high grade prestigious iconic legend, it's a no brainer. I've been through ups and downs in my career, trials and tribulations, but at the end of the day I always continue to reemerge from the ashes and reclaim my spot, that alone is a legendary trait. Perseverance and resilience is not something that you can teach to another person, it's not something that grows on trees, it is something that you have to be born with, and it it something that I continue to display. It's why I can take as many breaks as I have yet still be deemed worthy enough to be the number one contender for your championship. Why? Because I am just that damn good. It's different now though, I'm not sure if you noticed or not but this time around isn't like the others. I have been back for a tad bit longer than past runs where I would go onto disappear, and that should be a problem for the rest of the Dynasty roster. Because a motivated Hawk is the best Hawk. It's that guy who won the Cash in the Vault, the 24/7 Battle Royal, the World Heavyweight Championship, and even that Hardcore Championship. Which means that it is only a matter of time before I go onto experience similar success in this era with that same motivation and determination that drove me to the path of greatness back in what many would consider my hay day. That was just the beginning though. The first few chapters in the book of Hawk, a book that also includes the several hiatuses I took, but unfortunately for you the book doesn't end at those hiatuses, that book is actually far from being completed, but when it does get completed I can guarantee you that it will end in triumph and prosperity. It's not a thing that I am chasing and just wishing on a star that it will happen, it's a thing that I am grabbing by the balls and MAKING SURE it happens. You have a front row seat to seeing it all unfold so you should consider yourself lucky. My flame continues to burn all throughout EAW now and forever. My light shines and leaves a blinding aura amongst this whole industry, and it's going to take a lot more than a Darkane to put it out. You had a nice year, you made your presence felt as a up and comer with the potential to be decent, but this isn't potential with me.. this is results. You'll get results out of me and more come Dynasty when I take your title and shed that light onto your life that you very so need. The Hardcore Championship is coming home, and it will finally be saved from that dark path it is currently on....... and into the light known as Hurricane Hawk.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 5:35 pm by **Darkane**

Dynasty III

The bogus reasons, the make-believe excuses, the delusions of grandeur, the way you twist things in a lamentable attempt to make me believe what you did to the Hardcore Championship was justifiable is beyond laughable. You saved the championship! Congratulations! The heroic Hurricane Hawk swooped down from the heavens and gathered a dying Hardcore Championship into his talons... just so he can trash it because the competition wasn't good enough. Do you know how egregious that sounds Hawk? Do you have any idea what you're saying? If anything, that's a reason why you should have kept the Hardcore Championship, you should have continued your reign of dominance until someone was credible enough to challenge you or even beat you. Be that as it may, I said it before and I'll say it again NOTHING justifies incinerating a championship. No matter how hard you try to explain your reasoning for destroying the title, it doesn't click with me, nor should it, nor will it ever. What you did just adds more incentive Hawk, it adds more fuel to my fire. It motivates me to want fill in the role as the Hardcore Championship's knight in shining armor, it makes me want to avenge the hideous treatment that it endured in your hands. You may have saved it from being treated like a rag doll, yet that's exactly what you ended up treating it like. You threw it away for bigger and better things? Why not just keep it? Why not hold TWO titles if that was indeed the case. Why not solidify yourself as a sure-fire, no doubt about it, take it to the bank Hall of Famer? Yet you wonder why people question your credibility as a Hall of Famer and why you're seen as an underdog, it's acts like burning a perfectly good title for your own selfish gains that make people skeptical of you. It makes you drift among the second or third tier of Hall of Famers along with people like Lethal Consequences and Prince of Phenomenal, you're good, you're great, but you're not quite at the top of the Hall of Fame pyramid as say.. oh I don't know maybe Scott Diamond, the guy you trashed yet you still dwell below in his shadow, you're still looking up at him with a vexed scowl and I know that eats you up inside, but it's the cold hard truth. Sometimes the truth hurts, but more often than not it's something you need to hear. We both may have beaten on the corpse of Scott Diamond, but I did it to save the Hardcore Championship from his infected hands, you did it for mere bragging rights, to kick a dog while it was down, for self-reassurance and to get your hands on the Answers World Championship in that chamber at Road to Redemption in order to be catapulted and viewed in the same light in the upper echelon of Hall of Famers alongside him, yet here he is battling Nico Borg for the Answers World Championship. It's funny how everything seems to come full circle.

You said it yourself Hawk and I agree with you that this is a "what have you done for me lately?" era, so that begs the question Hawk. What the fuck have you done for me and not just me, but everyone here in EAW lately? Nothing. Maybe that's why you're floundering about in this era Hawk, because you haven't done anything worth merit except take jabs at Scott Diamond, conjure up wild excuses as to why you destroyed a title, you're trying to live in this mythical fantasy world where you still have what it takes, you've gone on monotonous history lessons and you've discredited me as a person and as a competitor when you called me a pussy ass bitch. What is this? Grade school? Is this what it's come down to? I've been called worse, believe me on that one and then for some reason you say that you're my superior, yet you are the one whose literally crawling on all fours in order to stay afloat in EAW like the feeble rat that I said you are. You're looking up at me with glassy eyes, squeaking and begging for me to throw you a piece of cheese. I'm not only going to throw you a piece of cheese, I'll give you the keys to this whole kingdom, all you have to do is dethrone me and then you have the place to your lonesome, but if you think beating me is a cakewalk then you're sadly mistaken. A lot of people like you think I'm yet another malevolent sheep in wolves clothing who lives on intimidating people and someone who uses paltry scare tactics to get what I want but I'm much more than that, so much more, nobody knows what's in the true confines of my soul but me, I'm a fucking novel of untapped potential that has yet to be written. I've only just started, I mean I don't just bark, I don't just talk the talk, I also bite and I also walk the walk. I think I've proven that by now in my EAW tenure and anybody who says different is severely ignorant or hasn't faced me yet. I've proven that I'm a relentless and cut-throat grave worm who will resort to every tactic under the sun and the moon in order to get what I want and I mean every fucking tactic and what I want is the blood of the hawk dripping like candle wax all over me. I want to be caked in it, I want to be an unrecognizable mess after our match, I want to relish in a divine feat of crimson glory but most of all I want the Hardcore Championship to have its vengeance fulfilled for it deserves nothing more.

And I understand what I'm up against Hawk, I do, you're truly a courageous, genuine individual whose hellbent on making his ends meet, you have a never say die attitude when you get in that ring, but you're an individual who is also blinded by the itch. It tortures you, Hawk, it won't let go, it has you by the short and curlies. You've done it all in this business and one would think you have absolutely nothing left to prove but boy that itch man, it's something else, it owns you, you're its bitch and you can't spell bitch without itch. Why do you feel like you have something to prove? Oh, that's right, because you keep leaving EAW on a sour note that's why the itch keeps coming back. We've all seen the itch, some have miraculously come back and found a second wave of life, they feel rejuvenated, ready to go, ready to dominate again and they do with flying colors but on the flipside some have come back with that same go get 'em attitude and they completely embarrass themselves in front of everyone and then end up flying right out the door that they initially walked through, and then they can't stop themselves from coming back I mean, they want to end their careers on a bright note. Rinse, repeat. You've left this company so many times that I've lost count, so much so that it's really hard for me to buy what you're selling. You want me to believe that this time is different. You want me to believe that you still have what it takes, well you do in a sense, you have the heart for it, nobody is denying that it's something to admire but the problem is your heart often outweighs your brain and that gets you into steep trouble. It puts you in lose/lose situations that you can't seem to dig yourself out of. You're going to come into this match like a house of fire and I'm going to extinguish your flames, for good. It needs to be done. You can't just keep bouncing in and out of this company and expect people to welcome you back with open arms every single fucking time and you can't expect people to think that this time will be any different from the other instances where you've tried to make a successful return. I'm not going to welcome you back Hawk, I'm not going to be happy to see you, I'm not going to tell you what's changed around the place since you've been gone. I'm sending you and your career into the skeletal hands of the reaper, I'm digging your grave at this very moment, it's a grave where the bones of Ahren Fournier and Target Smiles and others who have said similar to you, lay dead. Not even the maggots will crawl on their bones because they've been stripped down of all their flesh, the maggots are just patiently waiting for a fresh one to be dropped in the grave and that fresh one is you. You won't have to try and come back anymore, I'll let your career rest in pieces. You don't have anything left to prove, you don't need to create another reason for everyone to give you an icy cold shoulder. What's done is done. I understand what I have to do on Dynasty. I have to thoroughly dissect a hawk, I have to chop its beak off so it can't speak, I have to cut the lungs out so it can't shriek, I have to pluck the eyes out so it can't weep and I have to clip and discard its wings so it can't fly anymore, so it can't do any more harm to itself or anybody else. I have to kill the dull flame that burns within it until it is reduced to nothing but ash and I'll have to do all of this while you're still conscious but don't worry, I understand now more than ever Hawk.

I understand.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 2:02 pm by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 80: Fall from grace

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"A Blackout match. It has been quite some time since a match of this genre has made it to the EAW screens. So long, in fact, that many might not remember how it works. Well after much digging in the EAW video archives, I was able to hunt down the only other time this match made it to the Shock Value line-up. One in which that won’t end by the traditional methods; pinfall, submission, anything of the like. No disqualifications. No count outs. The sole way to win? To throw your opponent off and into some electrical equipment by the side of the stage. A barbaric stipulation if you ask me. But my research needed more than just a visual element. I needed the first-hand experience to teach me every possible emotion that goes into the mind of a competitor in the stipulation. Luckily I had immediate contact with the one and only victor of the match type, and all I had to do was visit her in her office. Ms Tarah Nova, being the peach that she is, was happy to share her experience of way back when, telling me the thoughts that lingered after such a match. Sparks flying. Smoke rising. Electricity surging through the poor soul that falls into the exploding and short-circuiting equipment. And she said it was one of her favorite matches. Sadistic perhaps, then again it’s probably that favorable in her mind due to her not being said poor soul who had to fall victim to the stipulation. I can only imagine the physical torment the loser must go through. Still, it was valuable information, so I thanked her and went on my way, all the while pondering the eventual most hazardous match I have ever been involved in. Ultimate X, Ladder match, straight up Hardcore rules, yet this is the most career-threatening match that has been assigned to me to date -- one that will put my New Breed Championship in jeopardy. And so I asked myself, what am I willing to risk for the gold and silver that resides on my waist? What am I willing to risk in order to elevate myself to the promised lands? What am I willing to risk to become one of the greatest of all time? Everything. Absolutely everything and barring nothing. Although my talents are best demonstrated in the confines of a wrestling ring, I knew what I was signing up for when I put my signature on the dotted line. It’s survival. To adapt to new events, new hazards, new threats. And if I have to adapt to continue my dreams to become one of the best professional wrestlers on the planet, adapt is what I must do. I am willing to run the risk of damaging my body beyond the point of repair, to have my career and life be shortened by years if not in an instant, all for the reward of walking away with my title intact and the legacy I hope to leave behind strengthened with the scars of war it leaves behind.

As you can see, I have been doing all I can to prepare. The research, the mindset and the coming to terms I needed to condition myself for what is about to come to a head at Shock Value. My opponent, on the other hand, has yet to do the same thing. I think you have misconstrued the match we are going to have, McAdams, as what you are suggesting is a very odd stipulation, to say the least. A match contested in the dark? My, wouldn’t that make for excellent television? Fans paying top dollar to watch our match live, and the even less fortunate on Free-Per-View, only to be met with a blank screen and the occasional sounds of contact. We’re just going to stumble around and blindly swing at each other until one goes down?. Given that the event is circulated around the idea of electricity-themed deathmatches, it would be odd for them to sign a match where they have to shut the electricity off for a stumbling mess of a match, wouldn’t you say? So, albeit it a very creative way to spell my defeat, I am afraid your snuffing out of candles is a mere theatric that holds no weight to the match we will face off in. See, you made the mistake of determining all the details by the name value alone, and it has been proven wrong. Such as you’ve determined my defeat inevitable from face value; which I can assure you is just as wrong if not more so. Your misunderstanding of the stipulation aside, you gave me a little perspective into the career you have had thus far, the life you had lived before stepping into the EAW ring, and I can’t say that it isn’t an impressive life you have lived up to this point. But hardly discouraging. You also gave my career a nice little run down, judging of my every step of the way, and you have seemingly undervalued every single accomplishment I have made along the way. I am not going to bore you with details of my upbringing. I don’t feel a need to explain to you my childhood and upbringing, my schooling and my relationships, or any hardships I have faced outside of that ring and in this business. None of that paints a picture worth your critique, I would only be wasting words. I will tell you this much though, I have never been afraid of the dark, never have I lived in fear of monsters and never have I made a mistake that I haven’t learned from.

Let us start off with the people I have come to associate with -- my tag team partners old and new. The Knights of the Dawning was a combined effort between Kelly Hackenschmidt and myself. I was admittedly still rough around the edges, but even up to that point I hadn’t been able to drop a fall. I was showing early promise, but I wasn’t yielding the desirable results. Reckless Wiring, we lost to the High Rollerz. I fail to see the shame in that. Soon after, we called it a run. Kelly was dealing with personal issues and needed time away from the ring. I knew that and fully understood that now I had to hold out on my own. During my stint in the Knights of the Dawning, I was growing frustrated at the idea that in the eyes of many it was Kelly Hackenschmidt and the guy clutching to his coat tails. I was growing frustrated that I was being dubbed a weak link, people were looking past me like I wasn’t there to begin with. And then I started going out on my own and eventually I had begun to hold my own and topple some of the most talented of elitists on Dynasty at the time. Although that stigma still loomed, it was slowly fading away that Finnegan Wakefield isn’t just some one trick pony who needs a tag team partner to excel. I began to show the world that I could persevere. Fast forward to now. We Are The Bollocks are humbly considered a fan-favorite team, so much so that people didn’t want to see this team dissolve like so many that had entered the Tag Team Grand Prix. And you thought I was wasting time? You believe I was wasting focus? You really have been out of the loop, haven’t you? You like to throw that little tidbit about me losing to Cameron Ella Ava -- although you seem to consider a disqualification as one, be my guest -- but honestly, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. We lost to two Hall of Famers. Just like losing to the High Rollerz all the way back in March, I fail to see a reason to feel ashamed for a valiant effort. Ironico and myself went through some really credible talent, and I hardly think it was a waste of time. I have initiative, Jon. I saw an opportunity to dabble in a field I was familiar with, all the while still doing my duties with the New Breed Championship; and I’ll get to that in a minute if your back teeth aren’t floating. I chose to dabble and, not only did I still serve my duty as New Breed Champion by bringing it through the tournament and showing that it is not shackles that hold down newer talent, but we went on to the finals of the whole thing. Add to the fact I had also made 2 defense, collectively reaching almost 70 days all the while, it’s safe to say I haven’t been just sitting on my hands the entire time. But what of your tag team affairs? Glossing over the People with Class. When did you and Mike Showman dethrone The High Rollerz? I fail to find that particular point in time. What about Nightmare? The Sanatorium? Well, other than being a group of “now is the winter of my discontent” brooding nutters with a should-be registered sex-offender as a patriarchy, great judge of character the lot of you were, also failed in every tag team venture. Including yourself, being eliminated earlier in the very tournament where you felt the need to mock. But none of that was your fault, I take it? Incompetent partners, do-nothings and dead weight. Just excuses. It’s one thing to mock people for being unsuccessful in their ventures, it’s another to not take responsibility for your own. it’s easy to throw the blame to someone else in order to save face, it’s another to learn from the loss and give it a second swing. The latter is where you fail.

As for my time in NEO, or as you have called it, “being sent down to developmental.” You think of my tenure with NEO as a time to mock, like the higher-ups held me in very little regard and cared not for me enough to sign me up to the proving grounds of the fledgelings of EAW. You make it sound like I was being pushed back down to square one to start all over again from the bottom. But how wrong you are. 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 time to focus on my craft, hone it and test it against the youngsters, becoming a strong foundation for the proving grounds to form on. And I was far from just slacking off. If nothing else, I was working harder. I was wrestling two times some weeks, three times others. You can claim that you were fighting through the Voltage locker room while I was treading water with the kids, but you’d be wrong. I fought through Reginald Dampshaw III, Nobi and Moongoose McQueen and even a Hardcore match with Amadeus in the span of three days, and although I didn’t win all of those matches, I wasn’t underperforming by any means. I was cutting my teeth, and I was cutting them fast. Making the best of what others would have deemed a bad situation, and only thriving off it. Proving day in and day out I was a valuable asset to the company, and eventually I had the merits to say that I hadn’t wasted a day. See, that’s the thing that separates myself from you, Jon; I am willing to do whatever I can, to whatever degree I have to, whatever amount of times a week. I am willing to adapt, learn and improve and to this very day that hasn’t stopped, I am only improving more and more with each coming week, defeat or victory only crafting a better wrestler out of me.

And yet, you have the nerve to call yourself the Sovereign. Without a crown, without an insignia of rank, without anything to justify such a title. A month-long Hardcore Championship run easily overshadowed and accomplishing nothing else since. Your resurgence over the past month has been impressive, and your mean streak lighting a much-needed fire under your ass, but how much can that alone accomplish? How much can new clothes change about the man wearing them? Hell, even on the go-home Voltage you took yet another fall at the hands of my team, specifically Chris Elite. That doesn’t concrete prove that I have the upper hand against you, it only proves this newfound tenacity of Jon McAdams isn’t undefeatable. And that is what the tag team match we had in our past also proved. This time, however, there isn’t anyone else to rely on. As much as you like to think it will be my undoing now that you have got your targets sighted on me and me alone, it may very well be yours. With there being no one else to rely on, there is also no one else to pin the blame on should the result not be in your favor -- no Solomon Caine to call the weak link, no Sanatorium to call the dead weight -- just you and you alone. The one thing you can never seem to admit to is defeat, but this time defeat is without excuse. I am well aware that for me, it’s the exact same thing, but I have never been one to make excuses. I have always fought honorably, I have fought without altering my beliefs and I have fought persevering through every single challenge that has stood before me. And you think me lesser for it. Think me weaker because I have put restraints on myself, refusing to take cheap tactics as an option to further my career. You believe I am a man without ambition to do great things, won’t take risks and won’t do what is necessary to achieve my goals. I don’t think I am above you because of it, I think you’re a worthy challenger if nothing else. But as much as you can’t stand the idea of someone believing to be better than you, I also can’t stand people who believe that I am fine with this being my glass ceiling, or as you deemed it as ‘being adequate.’ No, you might not be Moongoose McQueen, but you are just as foolish as he was if you believe any of that to be true.

This New Breed Championship that I hold is the evidence that I practise what I preach. This is the championship that defines the very ambition of this company, and as the current holder of it, so do I. And that ambition is to bring the imaginary shackles of the New Breed division and expose them as just that; imaginary barriers that don’t limit a elitists worth and limitations beyond their own abilities and dedication. To say that I have no ambition myself to do great things is a foolish assumption and one that will only be at your expense. There is still so much yet to accomplish, I have big plans for this championship, and they don’t end come Shock Value. I have been taking every possible step to bring it back to prominence, and this Sunday is going to be another milestone to pass towards it. Albeit a dangerous one, my self-appointed restraints are not to be mistaken for me playing it safe. I will never rely on cheap tactics in order to take the coward's way of obtaining victory, as I refuse to be anything less than an honorable champion aiming to make his name synonymous with it. And I will take every single risk humanly possible to take it to the heights I seek to obtain without a second of hesitation. What that means for you, Jon McAdams, is that I won’t be fighting you at a disadvantage of my moral compass. As far as my upholding of the rules and regulations goes, with this being a Blackout match, there are no rules to break. I am given a rare opportunity, one to cut loose and do anything and everything in my power to forge the legacy I wish to leave behind in the New Breed Championship once my reign has come to an end. And if it takes every ounce of my strength to send you down into the electrical equipment below to ensure that my reign continues, then so be it. The darkness you are so adamant about, the monster you claim to be, they are all hyperbole I will prove are only powerless words. My passion is a fire that can not be so simply snuffed out as your candles, it only grows into an inferno inextinguishable. Every monster in history has been just a man who allowed their own hyperbole to fill their head with strengths they don’t possess and ideals they can not keep, and the very same will happen to you when all is said and done. A sovereign might walk into Tampa, Florida, but it will be the site of his fall from grace. You are in for the toughest battle of your career, so relax in your estate, swirl your wines, extinguish your candles while you can, because although I can’t ensure your safety, I can ensure that you will not be walking out with the New Breed Championship. I am Finnegan Bloody Wakefield, and I don’t lack ambition, McAdams -- I am ambition incarnate!"

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 12:14 pm by **『zakkii』**

Well, I am now rescheduling my flight to South Korea only for this. I am going to give my full attention to this match and oh boy, when I shift back my attention to wrestling again, Shoot's about to get real! Miss Daisy Thrash, you got my attention. You are someone that I expect to be, you are not those dirty ass kissers who just give all those opportunity to become the so-called "top-level Empire elitist" or whatever. So once again, let me introduce myself to get to know who I am even further. Hello, my name is Haruna Sakazaki and right now you are entering the gateway that separates the "top tier" and "bottom tier" of Empire. You are facing the only fighter that can give you a decent challenge without any stupid higher-ups interfering your match. No reward if you are able to defeat me and no punishment either if you failed to beat me. Who am I, after all? I am a nobody in this place. I don't side in any corner as I walk on my own, even I go to the bottom tier of this brand to find a fragment of hope for my own cause to make a really great match. I am not carrying any title, I am not holding any accomplishments and those who think they are better than me would think, "Oh, facing Haruna is just a waste of time. Beating her doesn't mean shit on my career. I better go for a title or something" Hey, Miss Thrash, if you want to be like them, go ahead, It's all your call. They might be right, by the way.... Facing and defeating me maaaaaybe..... not really affecting anything and yeah, that is kind of thing who makes me feel tired of this place. Yeah, those fish are trying to swim towards the clean rivers but when I see everything is dirty in the first place, I don't want to swim there at all.

But there is one thing you need to know when the time you are facing me, Miss Thrash. I am 100% drama-free. I am not going to taint your journey to the gold with the stupid soap opera thing including that evil witch who calls itself a general manager and its social circle. No, when you step inside that ring with me, it will be a pure skill required to beat this little Haruna. I have no beef with you, I really don't want to be involved in any kind of bullshitery with you but when we meet inside that ring, if we have to fight, then we fight. You will never find an opponent quite like me when you really need your wrestling skillfully inside that ring. I am not the gateway to that social circle of the easy fame. You know that respect is earned, right? You know respect is the reward you get if you work really hard at it, right? I work really hard day in and day out to make all those people who supported me at least get impressed by what I do in the ring but I keep letting them down by not having that spirit anymore. If you think you are worthy, I am pretty convinced with all the words you say? You will get my attention, you will get my precious time of my life and in this match, you are going to face the Haruna that really sees wrestling as something that I love very much. And why did I give that to you? Because you deserve it!

So, Miss Thrash, this is the chance of your life if you really want to test your strength and want to measure how far you can go. You won't get this battle against anyone else in this stupid brand. It's all up to you, though. You expected me to give your best when I face you inside that arena, oh you will get it, Miss. Soon you will know that you are not facing the Haruna you see ever since you are debuting here. Here I am, will do everything you asked. You want my old self? You got her. I am going to give you the hell of a time from the bell rings until it rings again, signaling the end of the match. I am going to raise my wrestling passion because someone triggered me to it. Again, no reward for this match, there will be no bragging rights for whoever walks as a winner in this match. But if you are not a hungry gold digger, this match would mean something for you. When this is over, you will walk with nothing no matter how you win or lose but in your mind, this match will be one greatest battle you ever have in here, even in the indies where you came from. You don't know how excited I am for this match that I am rescheduling everything only for this. This match will mean something to me as well because I was not wrong to go to the pit of this division to find a hidden gem that will shine my personal path once again. I found it and I am going to use this match, I am going to win this match for at least to make myself think to love this place again. Sounds not much of a reward but ehh... that's a pretty much a good deal for me. So you better not disappoint me, Miss Thrash. I want to see you giving your best shot on me!

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 7:40 am by **Lars Grier**

SHOCK VALUE PROMO #1

REGRESSION.

It’s so easy to come into this business with the preconceived notion that you are untouchable. That you are the greatest, the best thing to have ever graced the squared-circle, despite what others around you whisper into your ear. You rebel in the beginning, telling others around you to fuck off while you start to reach for higher and higher heights. Each opponent, each face that passes by you are nothing more than stepping stones to your one, singular moment. “Don’t believe their lies.” You tell yourself. Everything that they say are nothing more than whispers in the wind, soon to be forgotten and lost as time goes by. Everything that has happened up to this point has been building up to your moment in the sun, your moment in the shower of glory and greatness. Everyone - and I do mean, EVERYONE - comes in here believing in this. The fledglings of NEO run amok the brand, screaming from the top of their lungs that they are the future of this company, that their names will become legend. Even some on this roster still base their entire arguments and beliefs around this hope that their what they say is actually backed up by sufficiency and substance. And so, so many of them are doomed to meet their demise. I’m not going to sugarcoat or lie either - I too was one of these individuals. Without even stepping a single foot into this company, I had my goal set in what I perceived to be in stone; destroy all, win all. I thought it would have all came to me so simple, everyone around me would crumble and fall to their knees at the sight of me. For months, I believed this. I believed in it all, even after losing to a Philosopher. Even after losing to The Rex Master. Even after nothing more than loss on loss on loss, over and over again like some fucking tape recorder - the belief was still there. The belief that I could charge towards my obstacles head on, and expect be the one to come out on top. Naivety, foolishness, and a pure, unadulterated hatred for credibility and common sense. That’s who I was for those first few months in this company, nothing different from the rest of the pack. But alas….I should look at this differently. For the times I scoff at the Manifestation of Destruction, loathing and absolutely disregarding how it made me out to be, at the same time there’s a sense of gratitude to be had. A small one, but still a sense of gratitude, for being what opened my eyes. For being the one that showed me the true reality of this cutthroat business, and how I would not be able to make it past the barracks of this hellish battleground. So, for once - I’ll be grateful towards the Manifestation of Destruction. Thank you for showing me the way. Thank you for being the failure to watch out for, the one who showed me what mistakes to never let happen ever again. Without your help, I couldn’t have made it here. That’s the funny thing with failures - the things that when we look back to, we shy away and scoff at it. We turn our heads and cringe at the very sight of seeing an old version of ourselves act like a complete fool. Yet at the same time, there is that necessity to look towards it, and learn from those mistakes. Look at what you did wrong, and see how you can turn it around to become a better version of yourself. With The Raven, I try to tell myself that everyday, to look at myself in the mirror and to not see a failure, but instead someone who can improve. Someone who can EVOLVE. Everyday, I try and tell myself that. Everyday, I tell myself that these failures shouldn’t affect me, that they shouldn’t be affecting the way I think or what I’m going to do. And yet...here I stand. An ice pack in my hand, pressed against my forehead; my body covered in bruises, cuts, and blood, tape wrapped, and most crashing of all - no championship in sight. Oh, but I should feel content, right? I should feel happy with my position, I should feel a sense of completeness and fulfillment because I’m what? “Up there with the big leagues?” I’m a main-eventer now, right? I should be happy, they tell me. I shouldn’t be moping around and keeping my head down, I should be smiling and looking towards the future, they all say, and to each and every one of you who told me that? Go to hell. All of you. Fuck you for trying to comfort me, fuck you for trying to make me feel better about being piledrived through steel and being the second one eliminated in that entire match. Fuck you for trying to console me for the fact that I didn’t walk out of Road to Redemption as the World Champion. Fuck you all, because this...this was set in stone. What happened, happened, and no matter what I do, I can’t change any of it. But what I can change is my future. My destiny. My kingdom. I’ll take this loss on the chin, and walk away from it with a lesson and a goal in mind: To go through it again. To walk through those gates, set everyone who tries to stop me ablaze, and face the king at the end of the road. I don’t care whether or not somebody defeats me on some random Voltage, or if anyone tries to disparage me and push me away as if I wasn’t someone credible. I don’t care for whether or not any of you doubt me.

I don’t care.

I’d go through it all over again, just to taste that glory, that gold once more.

And if I have to electrocute a man until he can no longer move his physical body off the floor, then so be it, because that is EXACTLY what I am prepared to do in order to stand against the man once more. Call me desperate. Call me psychotic, call me a fool searching for paradise - I’d like to describe myself as misunderstood, and mistreated. That’s the way it’s always been, no matter what. Looked and frowned on like some circus sideshow act. No one ever predicts me to win a match like this, and I can’t blame them. Why would they predict otherwise? I haven’t done anything of note, haven’t achieved anything worthy. I’m placed in this match and I’m expected to become nothing more than a filler in between Keelan’s road to glory, but still, here I stand. Facing one of the top dogs on Voltage for a number one contender’s spot against the World Heavyweight Championship. That alone should be enough, but still, they bicker. They argue. They tug at my ears, throw their verbal garbage at me, attempting to provoke me into responding to their meaningless and ultimately retarded claims. In a past incarnation, I would have done so already. I’d be jumping at the chance to attack, and always try to defend myself, to make me seem impenetrable. For so long, I harbored a deadly, deadly ego that in due time, would have consumed me if I hadn’t realized soon. But see - I’m a changed man now. I’m an individual who thinks before he acts. Someone who knows his hand, front to back, knows his options and decides the best outcome. And, if needed - can turn to the age of extreme. The age of violence, the place where rationale is thrown out of the window and basic instincts kick in, and that is “fight” or “flight.” Just like I said at Road to Redempton, I am prepared. I am willing to go the extra mile, to do the most dastardly of acts that no one would have even dared to try, because I know that what matters in the end is that prize. That fucking piece of gold lying in wait at the end, that is the prize, and the prize that I intend to reach out for and finally hold in my arms. You’re right - it’s bigger than any of us. This title is something that matters deeply to each and everyone of us, it is the one, tangible thing that can represent all of our hard work that has lead up to this moment. It is that singular object of gold, leather and molded inscriptions that represents that we’ve achieved something worthy in this business, that we’ve reached for the stars, and not only touched it, but grabbed it by your arms and taken it as your own. We’d both risk our lives for it. We’d both risk our careers, our well-being to even get a taste, a SLIVER of it, because we know what that reward is. But for you, Keelan….this is different for you. Your motivations for all this. For you, you seek the basics. Glory. Gold. Recognition by your peers. And while I do wish for the same, what you lack in is a natural drive - a force within you that really, REALLY pushes you to fight. For me, it’s different. It isn’t just about the glory and praise I will be showered with when that title rests on my shoulders. It isn’t just about the adulation of the crowd, and respect from my peers. This is about self-validation. Retribution. Redemption. Ever since what happened at Road to Redemption, I’ve been given time to think. I’ve been given time to process, and now I know what I must seek - a chance for me to prove to myself, and to the rest of the world that Lars Grier is not a motherfucker who is a throwaway, that he isn’t just some jester playing against the knights, but that he is a real threat, that he deserves to sit on his OWN throne, and wear his OWN crown. That is what this means for me. And ultimately, what this entire match boils down to is who wants it more? Who wants that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow more, and what are the lengths and roads they’re willing to take to achieve that?

I know what I am capable of. I know what lies at the end.

Are you prepared for the war?

For that is indeed what we will wage in that ring on Sunday night. A war. A bloody, brutal, and electrifying war that will render one of us physically be unable to walk out of that ring at all. It is a war that requires both sides to have the necessary willpower, and the necessary killer instinct to obtain that victory. But, I question - are you truly prepared for this? Don’t give me a simple answer, like yes or no, but really think about it. REALLY think about it. Is this something that you are prepared to do? Sure, you’ve waged hardcore wars such as what you did with Ahren Fournier, and you proved yourself against Jamie at Road to Redemption….but you must question the credibility of it all. You were the last man eliminated in that Chamber, and you almost defeated him on Voltage, but who’s to say that success you tasted can be replicated? If you think about it deeply, you’ll realize that nothing in this world is planned. Nothing in this world is set in stone from the beginning; everything is subject to change one way or another. Plants fall. Governments collapse. Fools are elected as President, and Keelan Cetinich can almost taste the gold at the end of the rainbow. Can you feel it, Keelan? Can you feel that hint of success, that hint of glory on the tip of your tongue? Now, imagine it slipping it away just as quickly you were given it. Think of it being ripped away from you slowly, but surely, like a knife stuck in your gut. Remember that dread. Remember that pain. Let it imprint into your mind.

Remember it all, because that pain is all you will feel when I rip away your chance from you in order to further reach towards my redemption.

Cling onto that success, because that’s the only bit of success you’re tasting as long as I stand along this path. You’re going to loathe it when it’s all gone. Surely, it must make your skin boil to know that this is so close for you. So fucking close for you. So close, yet so many more steps to take in this dangerous, dangerous road we traverse. I’m not excluding me, either. I know what steps I have to take, what lengths I must go to be able to call myself the World Champion. Wouldn’t it be a fucking joy to see it? “Lars Grier, Youngest World Heavyweight Champion.” Across the billboards, on the newspaper, the headlines on the articles. Delusional, foolish, naive, weak-minded - all of it is bullshit. All of it are words that are designed to get inside my head, and make me crumble, but I know my place. I know what I must do. The Killer versus The Raven, but only one of us can stand tall. And through the fire and the flames, if it isn’t me standing by the end of this war I’ll be damned to fucking hell. This week, you stand across the ring a Raven. A hungry Raven, one who has waited long for his rise. A Raven who has fought and battled through his challenges since his birth, one who doesn’t intend to stop, especially now. I seek redemption for my failures. I seek to give a retribution of my fire and hatred to everyone who I encounter along this road, and make you taste pain for every time you’ve spat on my name and told me that I would never make it.

“There’s no way Lars Grier could win this, this is his first year!”

They all cry. They all scream and proclaim to the mountains like some kind of wolf.

“He couldn’t possibly become the World Heavyweight Champion and be the one to dethrone Jamie! Not in a million years!”

Then watch as I prove each and every single one of you so fucking wrong.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 6:29 am by **Jon McAdams**

“Darkness,” McAdams smiles as he walks down a long hallway within the McAdams Estate. Each pillar of the hallway has a lit candle in front of it. In one of his hands is a pipe, and in the other hand he holds a candle snuffer. “Since I was a child, the ghoulish blackness has been a companion. I grew up into this. I spent years in my youth being beaten and taught how to fight. How to tear and claw and hurt and maim. When I managed to break free of all of this and become a man of business. When I tore through my father’s company and made it into my own I had brought that darkness with me. I noticed something about the darkness though. There was a glow within me that slowly seemed to seep out and force the shadows out. I became accustomed to the finer things. No longer were they objects that hid my true nature but they had become part of my being. The companion seemed to drift from me from time to time and I’d forget what I was and begin to believe in the man known as Jon McAdams. I bought into certain ideas like friendship, and teamwork. The idea that there are others that might be like me. Lost souls wandering through the darkness searching for the light. One by one those candles began to light up my life.” McAdams steps forward and snuffs out a candle.

“I learned a lot when I tried to accept this new person. This man that was once consumed by darkness now had burning passions and desires. Light was slowly overtaking me. I had stepped into a new season, I found that the aggression I had inside me didn’t need to be used to hurt and manipulate people but the skill and power that I have could be channeled through what I was born and bred to do. I let it drive me from the indies to Mixed Martial Arts to right here. I was the Survivor. I had met Mike Showman and we began a journey as the PwC. That began at Shock Value.The last Shock Value I was in I earned a pinfall but ultimately lost a match for a shot at the hardcore title. Later that night I helped get rid of Carlos Rosso. I learned a couple of things that night. One: A loss doesn’t have to mean a damn thing if you don’t let it. And Two: We were key members in removing Carlos from the position he was in and yet here he is. Back one year later. Competing for World and Interwire titles. It taught me that even if I was destroyed well… it won’t matter. And I’ll prove it to you. This year was a little different, Finnegan. We swapped Shock Value and Road to Redemption but last year I followed Shock Value knowing that Maero had a title shot and I did not. That same night I lost to Zack Crash after he cheated me out of a victory to get into the Elimination Chamber match. No matter. I have this funny way of falling upward. You see later that night I captured the Hardcore title.

Do you know how long I was in the company by that point? A month and a half. I just beat Drastik. Hall of Famer and World Champion. We faced off again at Road to Redemption and I beat him again for this title. I would defend it and hold it until King of Elite where Maero would finally conquer me using that title shot he had earned so many months before. Do you know what is fun about all that? I didn’t have to wait. I didn’t have to let things be the way they are. I made things happen. That is what I do. I bring that power to the backstage, I take that aggression and that manipulation and I make something of it but it ultimately did come to it’s end. I felt that darkness creeping back in.” McAdams snuffs out another candle and begins walking and snuffing out the candles. “I changed the game then. I began what I called the Sovereign Crusade. I went right through the entire Voltage Roster. No small time players either. I defeated Eclipse Diemos while he was holding the EAW Championship. Former world champion Aren Mistlav, Nasir Moore, Carson Ramsay, Solomon Caine, Keelan Cetinich for the second time. You name an active main eventer in Voltage the beginning of last year and they ate the pin to Jon McAdams. Yet even then, I felt like something was still off. That companion was still there trying to seep back in. Reminding me that it was because of who I truly am that I would win these things. Not because I am a new person with a new light… no. It was because of my truest nature. And though defeating nine opponents straight in singles competition was impressive, the buck stopped at Amadeus. The weeks following were dark times. The light dimmed and dimmed more and more as Showman abandoned me and I started to seek out the Sanatorium.

They came for me and I may have made the best and worst decision of my career. You see, I spent the better part of my time here fighting them. Working against their agendas because their world view clashed with mine. But at the point where I could no longer beat them, and I stood surrounded I thought, it would be easier to tear them apart from the inside. But I became pre occupied with the Families affairs and they became far too involved with mine. I stood toe to toe with Ryan marx for the Openweight title on the line and I brought that man to his absolute limits and yet I find that interference from my colleagues made me lose and made me look like a fool. The time to act was coming and then before I could strike, before I could begin tearing apart that worthless group… Apocalypse took me under his wing and I began to learn somethings… He reminded me of who I was, he taught me of what I need to do. First I found and disposed of Mike Showman for good, then Cody Marshall, Cameron Ella Ava… But before I could take the fight back to the Sanatorium I had to sit back and watch it crumble before me. And suddenly everything felt worth it. That darkness it swooped in like a fire and engulfed the entirety of me as I watched those fools writhe in their stupidity, I realized it was time to finish the job. Apocalypse had released the monster within me. I realized myself, what I must do and who I always have been. The best part of me is the part that dominates as a wrestler, brings brutality and does whatever it takes to hurt the opponent. That includes breaking the rules in order to make sure it happens.

I found my way right back into the ring with Amadeus. The man tried his best to let out all of his frustrations on me, all of his anger, the thought of betrayal and the pain that I brought. He threw it at me and was met with my fury. The monster within me ate him alive and left him a broken mess in the ring. But it didn’t end there. I came to the back and demolished Apocalypse. It isn’t in the same sense as Amadeus. That was a punctuation to the story of ours. He beat me, but ultimately I beat him and broke him. Apocalypse is gone. You won’t ever see him again because of what I did to him. This is not just some fun recap story of my life and travels. It is the state of evolution that I am bringing before you. I have hung in there as a wrestler with the absolute best of them and I have overcome it all. I won a championship belt after only being here one whole month. I have taken down an entire roster and ruled the locker room with fear, I defeated and destroyed the remnants of The Sanatorium not allowing any of its members to escape my justice. I made several mistakes, I failed many a time but each time I learned from it and grew from it into the fine specimen that stands before you. Finnegan Wakefield this is not Jon McAdams the man you beat during an all time a few months ago. This is the epiphany. The realization of who I am. The culmination of my entire life and time here. This isn’t some silly tag match where we rely on others and this most certainly isn’t the kind of match I’m used to losing. In one hand I can count the amount of people who have been able to topple in one on one competition and I can assure you not a single one of those people has ever had to waste months in NEO. I want you to see all of this because even though you are champion, you don’t compare to me. You may have two technical victories over me but this time there won’t be another man involved, there won’t be anyone else around and in a situation like that where I don’t have to watch my back and waste my time watching someone else’s. One where you are my only target, you will lose. Because for all your marvel and technical skill, I look back at your career and I see a man who is incredibly slow to change and with all of your finesse and skill seems to only aim for safe above average risks and the higher end of mediocrity.

While I have been heavily featured on every FPV with the exception of Road to Redemption 2017, you did not make your FPV debut until Reckless Wiring… With your tag team partner Kelly Hackenschmidt. You guys seemed to have promise. There was a lot of hype around you. A lot of reason to believe that the Knights of Dawning would be able to hang but it turned out to be a very short affair. The High Rollerz demolished you. But you guys kept on trucking right into Grand Rampage where your partner seemed to just not be able to hang with you and due to his early elimination, he may have costed you a better performance in that match. But that’s all speculation I suppose. The point is coming. Despite all of this you continued down your righteous path. Finnegan Wakefield. A Knight! A true warrior of justice! He will never cheat! He will never do wrong! Just fights fiercely and for good and all that jazz. Funny. That didn’t help you in your qualifying match at Burning Desire when you were the first man eliminated. But you keep on going, and that is admirable. But then it didn’t help you again at Pain for Pride when, of all the people in the world, Moongoose McQueen defeated you to capture the New Breed Title. It was at that point that I had decided I don’t even want that belt. It’s value dropped as it became the main title for the NEO Brand. Which came back to you. Despite your stellar performance and somewhat prominent spot on the card it seems that management looked at you and did not think highly. Dropped down to developmental, it must have been a nice boost of confidence to be able to beat on the rookies for a while, while I continued to fight my way through Voltage. But your big day came. First, during Territorial Invasion where you helped Keelan win. But that is not entirely surprising, you have a penchant for being able to win tag team matches. Anytime that the victory does not solely rely on you, you seem to have some kind of chance, but nonetheless, a victory is a victory.

But your big win came at Ground Zero… yeah, a supershow for Voltage. Finnegan Wakefield, the pinnacle of light and justice defeated Moongoose McQueen for the New Breed title. And to my surprise and joy it stopped being the developmental title. It started being the belt that showcased the future of this business. It was no longer around the waist of McQueen but around the waist of a man who would bring it to light… at least I had hoped. But you seemed to not learn from your last endeavor into the tag team division. Yeah, you beat me in a tag team match along the way but I am not so concerned with it. I am more concerned with your lack of focus. You waste time with men like Ironico. You waste time because you are far too nice of a man. You waste time like you did with Kelly and it always ends the same. Two weeks in a row, including Road to Redemption you lost to Cameron. Your partner held you back yet you still proudly declare We Are The Bollocks. You don’t seem to grow, you don’t seem to change and it’s because of that that I believe you’ve plateaued. You’re greatest accomplishment is beating the best guy in developmental and now you hold a belt you haven’t been defending or representing and here we are having a match on sunday and you’re probably getting ready the same way you always do, preparing to have the same kind of match you always have, waking up and thinking tomorrow is another day and I have a belt and I am going to defend it with my technical skill and in ring prowess but I need you to know. That chipper attitude. That light. It is going to get snuffed out. I have big plans for that belt and you’re in the way now.

I am a constantly evolving creature of destruction. I have proven time and time again when everybody thinks Jon McAdams is leaving, Jon McAdams has reached the end of his rope, he’s finished that I don’t just come back. I always come back stronger. Finn, you’ve continued to show the roster that you are adequate and that is just fine with you. But the New Breed Champion can’t just be adequate. And I grow tired of the idea that anyone, let alone you, thinks they are somehow above me and better. Your claims to being a technical wizard may have aided you in the past but you are fighting a technical monster. One that isn’t a skinny fat child in a cute coat. I have the skill out maneuver you and the muscle to overpower you. You are a man who has held himself to a higher disposition and in doing so you have held yourself back as a competitor. You’re good in the ring but I am a tactical genius and someone who isn’t afraid of doing whatever it takes to beat you. I am glad that you believe that. I’m glad that you think it’s the right way. I’m glad you’re willing to cheat yourself out of a victory by not cheating to win. But my life and what I have seen tells me that men like you do not have the ambition to do great things. Men like you aren’t willing to do what is necessary. Weak men with weak constitutions who can’t make risky decisions. You take the high road and I will burn it at both ends and watch you die. I am not Moongoose McQueen. I’m not like anyone you’ve ever fought. There will be no easy road here. I will match you and then go further, I will find your strengths and out do them and I will break down your weakenesses. My mind will outrace yours and even if you catch me with speed it will be met swiftly with the strengths your tiny body does not possess. You will find that the very best that you have to offer in that ring will not matter when you are met with things that your family never taught you about.

Finnegan Wakefield, the Wrestling Artist? I am Sovereign. The absolute master of that ring. You come from a family of wrestlers? I come from a family of monsters. People who would use children as tools and weapons. You grew up learning how to be really good in the ring. I grew up learning how to literally and metaphorically destroy people. Ruin them. I see this as a possible clash for the ages in terms of where each of us comes from. Two boys from England, one from more humble beginnings and a good heart. A light of the world. The other from power, strength, charisma, money, and darkness. We’re going to collide but unfortunately for you dear sweet knight. This is a Blackout Match. For all that you are, this is not territory you are familiar with. But I have known this darkness all my life and it does not scare me. And though you may not be scared, you should be because in the end, it is not enough for me to capture gold. I am here to prove something to everyone watching. Despite the story books. Despite the words that people think the world needs to hear, and despite the fact that everyone believes that good always triumphs. I assure you, as I will drape Arabian goggles across your face, that Darkness will always eventually overtake the light. Because fire will always need oxygen, lights will always need power, but darkness exists without anything and consumes everything. I know this darkness well and it is a part of me but it is so far from you and I don't think a man of such little risks and passion will be able to handle what it brings out.

Finnegan Wakefield. At Shock Value, you won’t even wake up to look at the lights because I will have completely snuffed you out.”

McAdams snuffs out the last candle.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 2:31 am by Guest

INVICTVS I

Nico Borġ: When I first made my arrival back into the Dynasty landscape, I was already much lauded for the successes that the Lord has blessed these hands with abroad on Showdown, at Pain For Pride, and beyond. 24/7 contract holder. National Elite Champion. Gold Rush winner. Cash In The Vault...Certainly an impressive year for one whose EAW career had barely just begun. And with my second coming to Dynasty as the newly anointed future of the Answers World Championship, those august days past paled in comparison to the Promised Land laid out before me. Still, even with all the fanfare around my Joyous Entry back to the Red brand as The Invictus, the most heralded Unconquered Conqueror, there remained some murmurs of doubt. I went undefeated for a few matches but that was not enough to convert the sceptics. My apparent purple patch and even the victory at Pain For Pride was still to them but a remarkable stroke of good fortune. I remained Unvanquished for a few trials more and the cries came that I had still yet to surpass anybody of note on Dynasty. Then the weeks collapsed into months and STILL I was indomitable, until at Road To Redemption my glories were finally sung in the highest as I assumed my place as Answers World Champion.

Chorus: Earth and the heavens alike assent to your glories. Now even deluded misconceptions and the liar’s envy cannot deny you of your worth.

Nico Borġ: It is at this point that a new and especially insidious excuse for my success is born...Talent. This one simple word marks the point at which the doubters finally became believers, and yet I think it may be the most wounding insult that I have ever endured. The irony isn’t lost on me, but it is true all the same. See I take any notion of Raw Talent to be something of a backhanded compliment. I’m not alone there. Like the great chess player who stands so incredulous regarding the commentary of his abilities. Words like ‘genius’, ‘prodigy’, ‘wunderkind’, ‘talent’. They are passed along with complimentary enough intentions, but it is always wise to see them as suspect. Kasparov’s memory was good, but by his own admission hardly eidetic. Likewise, I am strong as Answers World Champion, but hardly the strongest, most agile, or most biologically blessed man to step into an EAW ring. By dressing up such bold undertakings as little more than a God Given Gift, one does them only disservice. He misprizes them as inhuman, and in doing so denies the very human struggle that bore such exquisite fruits. This is exactly the injustice that I faced as Hurricane Hawk prepared to challenge me last week. He was lost for any answer as to how he might match me at my best. However, that is not to say that he had already resigned himself to defeat. Rather, he took heart in a particularly presumptuous conceit. I had climbed the mountain. I had laid down everybody that stood in my way. But having done so, Hawk suggested that I might have some problems with motivation. Sooner or later he would pry this championship from my fingers for the simple reason of him wanting it more. If there was ever any truth in his assertions, he made the biggest mistake of his life in pointing them out and giving me all the more reason to prove him wrong.

Chorus: Even a tyrant born in the purple lasts only as long as his own grip. But the Invictus hath grabbed destiny with both hands. He has poured out scarlet for porphyra. And what hand can pry it away from him?

Nico Borġ: Those words uttered by Hurricane Hawk struck me as the most stinging slap in the face of my accomplishments imaginable. I understand where he is coming from, don’t get me wrong. I haven’t missed a beat since I got here. I have made competing at the top level look easy. Yet, even for me, it has been anything but. When divine inspiration came to me in my darkest hour, it came not as a soft and comforting whisper but a bellowing call to arms. I was called to rise up off my knees and to carry my cross. And I answered wholeheartedly, “I am here”. Nobody can argue with the statistics. The only thing that is that people forget seem to miss everything that has gone into fulfilling the prophecy. All the sacrifices and hardships that I have had to face. All the bitter soul-searching and questioning as the burden of expectation swelled upon my shoulders. If there is any question as to what providence I stand here now having achieved what I have, then let it be known that it is not by something so intangible or haphazard as fate or inborn abilities. I am not a champion by birth, but I am in a sense a champion by blood. I have written my name into the history books with each drop of blood that I have shed along the way. In Kasparov’s immortal words, Hard work IS a talent. It’s my talent. And it would be a sin to bury this talent in the fields underneath some nondescript notion of ‘ability’. Instead I have sought to nurture and multiply this talent through all of the countless hours I have spent living, breathing and dreaming about what happens in that ring. I have obsessed about every detail and calculated every move. And that, Diamond Cage, is the source of my success. Few could have expected my meteoric rise when I signed my first Dynasty contract. Infact, to most I suppose it appears miraculous. And there were certainly moments such as my defeat to Lannister where even I began to doubt. But for the past four months, at least, I have known where I was going. I was assured of my straight and true passage not just by blind faith or even the Cash In The Vault briefcase in which my destiny was bound. I knew where I was going because I had ated out the works. I had studied the signs and charted my path into the heavens. That is the sole reason why I am stand here as Champion. I is because everytime that I have stepped into that ring of late I have been 3, 6...12 steps ahead of my opponent. Anybody can do what Hurricane Hawk did last week and sit in front of a camera telling everybody about how much they want to win and how determined they are to see themselves reflected in gold. But few in any sport have ever displayed the “talent” to remain as focused as I have on achieving those goals. So let it be written now that if any should ever find themselves contemplating whether I remain devoted to this championship, they should stop while they are ahead and pray they can think of another gambit to pierce my defences.

Chorus: Desire only asks. But virtue bears.

Nico Borġ: Now that bile is cleared off my chest...I should think it only fair that I give credit where credit is due. Diamond Cage, you shall Main Event Invictus as the first legitimate challenger to my reign by virtue of nothing else but your own diligent efforts. I know. I don’t need to remind you of that. But I say it now to make it clear that I have reminded myself. You will be nothing if not pleased to know that I will not repeat the sins of Hurricane Hawk by questioning your motivations. You have enjoyed a long and decorated career for a reason. At times there were regrettable patches, but you have have always shown faith enough to drag yourself back up by the bootstraps eventually. For that you have earned my respect. But know that like “talent”, respect is also a bullet laden with venom. Precious as it is, respect is not any number of things that you could pray for as you approach this altar of veridiction. Respect is not pity or complacency or even overly generous. Only fair. I am expecting you to come at me with all hell and bring to bear all of your years of experience. I saw what you did to Scott Oasis. I saw the fire that burns in your eyes when you see an opportunity right in front of you. But it is with all due respect that I inform you that our battle at Invictus is NOT an opportunity. It is war. Where Scott Oasis came to profit, I come to fight. To the death, if needs must. And I will not allow myself to be conquered here at the very first hurdle of my reign. The only opportunity that you will be blessed with come Friday is the chance to assent to my bold undertakings after I have dismantled you entirely like all the others that have come before you. Invictus is my day. It is my moment that I have submitted my body and my faculties absolutely to create. And your role here is shall simply be the privilege of serving as my guard of honour. Because in the end I can think of no greater way of marking this auspicious occasion than by applying my efforts in exactly the way I have come to be known for best. In this spirit, I arrive as I did those months ago with but one intention on my mind. To dominate. To overcome...

Chorus: To remain...Invictus

Nico Borġ: Unvanquished, Unconquered.

Chorus: En Nico, Níka

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 12:35 am by **Hurricane Hawk**

Dynasty Promo #2: "A Hardcore Poser"

It's not about living in the past or wanting to be praised for what I did back then, it's simply about understanding. Understanding what you are up against, not only are you up against a man who has done everything you have 100 times better and then some in the past, but you are up against a man who is capable of STILL being able to do that and more in this present day. That's the thing, me winning that Hardcore title when it was truly a Hardcore title, in an era of extreme where extreme wasn't just a corny nickname to give yourself, but a lifestyle you had to live day in and day out in order to prove yourself as worthy enough to flourish in this company. I am the only man who truly knows what that title defines and what it takes to not only hold it, but represent it the way it should be represented. Yes I threw the championship in the trash, we established that the reason was because no one else was deemed worthy of that championship. Get ready for another EAW history class lesson that you absolutely look forward to and love to hear. Okay so, the Hardcore title started off as something prestigious, something that rivaled even the EAW Championship especially in the year 2008, it was what elevated careers, solidified names, separated the men from the boys, and then it lost it's way. The 24/7 rule was very prevalent with the championship, a rule that you should be thankful doesn't exist in this era other wise you would have never lasted as far as you have no matter how in denial you'd like to be. That rule eventually took it's toll as it got continuously taken advantage of causing the championship to get passed around from wrestler to wrestler good bad or in between. It became an absolute JOKE and it's reputation and prestige took a drastic dip... until I came along. I saved that championship from further misery, I saved it from being treated like a rag doll, I held that title with dignity and honor and used it for it's original purpose and that was to elevate my career, and I did just that. Eventually I ended up having bigger and better plans, and it was time to part ways. Obviously the only logical move to make is to make sure nobody else held that title because based on how it was being treated prior to me saving it, nobody else was worthy enough and nobody else would have treated that championship the way I did. So I did it a favor and I retired it. You wouldn't understand the logic behind that though, you only see whats at face value and see Hurricane Hawk throwing a title in the trash. Hurricane Hawk wanted better for that championship, and I would have rather that championship had been retired while it still had the prestige that I brought back to it left, than to let it fall into the hands of the likes of the men who held it before I did. Maybe it's so hard for you to understand that because you're one of those champions yourself.. a joke. Now all of these years later the championship makes a comeback and the company hopes that enough years have went by for people to forget the fact that the title wasn't shit before me and it still isn't after me, especially considering who's holding it. Contested under different rules than before, giving it a simmer of hope to actually be held with some dignity, but they still missed the mark. That was until they put me in the position to take back whats rightfully mine, something I technically never lost. But don't get me wrong I'm not going to act like I deserve to be champion and you don't, you won it fair and square and I vacated it eons ago while going onto pursue what would become a Hall of Fame career, but there's just something about fate.

You'll probably say something like "well if you left it for bigger and better things that says a lot about the state of your career for you to be pursuing it again". And you'd be right, but not in the way you'd like to be. I'm starting over and I'm taking any chance thrown at me to prove myself, I've embarked on a Hall of Fame career yet people still doubt my abilities, they still doubt my place on the all time rankings, people like you who barely have shit to their name feel comfortable enough to talk down on me when I'm your superior, and opportunities like this are what is needed to change that narrative, and I will. It truly is funny how a Hall of Famer can be considered an underdog isn't it? I completely agree with you on that one. But it's the reality of the situation, a very sad one and it's honestly a product of the disrespectful and dismissive nature this era of EAW has towards it's greats. I said it before and I'll say it again, this is a "what have you done for me lately" era where wannabe edgy clowns like yourself parade around, win a few matches, get one little taste of success in the form of one little championship that doesn't mean jack shit in the big picture unless you prove yourself to be a good champ and then win more than just that in the future, and people put you over the likes of Hall of Famers like myself. People who just have preconceived notions and biases about an era they were never even around for or witnessed and due to that they think PROVEN people like me are somehow not able to get it done in this era or stand toe to toe with the best this era has to offer. You are nothing more than the sacrificial lamb that will elevate me back into the conversation of who the true greats in this business are. That's all I really see you as, a stepping stone. Others may see you as some dark scary demon-like entity who's edginess sends shivers down peoples spines, but all I see is a pussy ass bitch. I have faced off against many men in my career who put on similar facades as yourself and were much more successful at doing so, and I've defeated them just like I'm going to do to you. You get your rocks off at people bowing to you in fear and I just laugh in your face. You walk around like something you're doing is something that has never been done before but it's just the same old tired song and dance in my eyes. Your title reign and self proclamation of being some sort of icon for extreme, I did it first and I did it much better especially considering the circumstances in EAW were way more fitting for a title like that. And ask the last person who portrayed himself as some dark entity how facing off against me went, he's not even in EAW anymore, you can be next. You defeated the corpse of Scott Diamond for that championship? Congrats, I eliminated him from the extreme elimination chamber, I also kicked his ass a bunch of times when defeating Scott Diamond actually meant something. You successfully retained against Ahren Fournier? Congrats he's a fucking joke who runs around calling shit trill but never stepped foot in Houston in his life. Don't ever in your life compare me to that guy, sure he came out on top against me in one of my first matches back as I was still getting the hang of things, but there's a reason why I'm known as a Hall of Famer, and he's known as... a fairy. Eight years ago I brought respect back to this title, and now it's time for that title to return the favor and bring respect back to the name of the forgotten legend. Once I'm done with you, your title reign will have a lot more in common with the 2009 rendition of the title, because they'll both have been trashed by Hurricane Hawk.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 21st 2017, 12:16 am by **Keelan**

What does this opportunity mean to me?

How does this one fair from the rest?

What can I do in order to make it my bitch?

These questions float around my brain as I look into the long week ahead. For I have been here before but this time I’m wearing different shoes. Motivation for me has never been higher, confidence has never been more present, my focus has never been more alert and my mind has never been more in the right state like right now. This is how I was feeling going into that chamber match at Road to Redemption and look where I placed in that one, so imagine what that means for Lars Grier this Sunday. Have I had my setbacks? Of course. What great talent hasn’t? But it’s what we do with our setbacks that make us who we are today. It’s what we do with our setbacks that drives us and pushes us further and beyond our limits. It’s evident that I’ve fallen to defeat in more big matches than I have come up victorious, but what’s in the past is set in stone. What is in the future is what we can carve into it.

So what’s this opportunity mean for me?

Put simply, it means the world. Put into terms? Well, it would be the incentive I currently have to prove so many people wrong. I managed to get most of them at Road to Redemption with my performance inside that chamber, but there are still those doubters out there that say that the position I am in today wasn’t one that I earned. I try to ignore the mental deficiency of morons but it dawned on me that those are the ones with the loudest voice. So here I am to prove them wrong and the only way I can do it is with a win this Sunday and then one more against the World Heavyweight Champion. The challenge I walked into at Road to Redemption was a physical one but I had my strategies and it got me in the final two against Jamie O’Hara. And how close I was… but it wasn’t enough. That’s another answer to what this opportunity means to me because knowing that I was THIS close to putting the champion away, taking his throne and his crown as well and ending his near record-breaking streak makes me boil up inside. How many others have gotten as close as I have? There haven’t been a lot. Being the man to end it all would bring me so much personal joy and I know deep down it would put a lot of smiles on some depressed looking faces. TLA is gone and while many fans grieve at this, it shows that his failures got into his head and had to fade away into nothing. I considered TLA a friend and he was one hell of a workhorse, but seeing that attitude he had upon walking out left me feeling disappointed and broken. But did he come closer than me? Cameron Ella Ava came close, but she knew that the relationship she began to break became too much for her idiotic brain so she gave in to her man’s desires. And now she assists him as much as possible because she can’t stand the fact that she nearly ended it all because of her own self-blinding wants. But did she come closer than me? Who am I to say really, and what does it matter in the end? If I hadn’t finished the job, we all came as close as one another.

And that’s how this opportunity fairs from the rest.

I’ve had a number of shots at championship gold and contendership matches have fallen by the wayside at times. My failures against Nathan Fiora and Ahren Fournier are ones that began to turn my career around funnily enough. At how close I was both times but truthfully I just was not ready both times. I began to get way too ahead of myself, way too nervous at the wrong times and it conquered me. This realization didn’t come to fruition until Pain For Pride X when I came THIS close to winning Cash in the Vault. Oh, and how close I was again. I let a lot of people down that night, but the one thing that I perceived was the fact that I stood toe to toe against five of EAW’s best and almost overcame it all. I knew I was ready then, because going into that match I wasn’t the same competitor I was in those previous two encounters. And with that, season 11 became my season, and I’ll be damned if I let myself fall from the brass ring I’m grasping onto. This opportunity fairs from the rest because I have the chance to make a real change on the show that helped bring me back into the elite competitor I once was before retiring over five years ago. I have a chance to end Jamie O’Hara’s reign, and should Chris Elite be the one to end it himself, then the incitement does not change. In fact, it continues to grow. Imagine being the one to defeat the one that defeated the one? That would indeed bring me great pleasure.

So, how can I make this opportunity my bitch?

By besting Lars Grier in an all out fucking brawl.

Because I know that this match isn’t for the faint of heart. This match isn’t something you’ll walk into and expect to walk out the exact same. No… this is an electric deathmatch and a shocking experience awaits the two of us, Lars. I can’t help but ponder what your motivations are Lars because I know you will definitely have some. Look at the two of us. We’re in the exact same position in where our General Manager believes we should main eventing this god damned show, and now wasting our talents in the mid-card scene. What a compliment, eh? Lars, I asked you to prove me wrong at Road to Redemption and my god you did just that. I am happy you did, because I would rather face an individual poised and ready for everything that’s coming their way than face one that doesn’t have a clue what’s about to hit them. I welcome a more challenging experience to the cause at hand. We’re not buddies going into this match; nor will we be going out of it. The prize up for grabs is bigger than the two of us Lars. I usually am not the one to be the first to speak but I just could not help myself this time because I feel like I had to say all of this before you got a word in, bud. Just know that with every deathmatch comes a killer.

THE KILLER.

So I look forward to seeing what you’re going to bring to the table this week in our verbal exchange, and I do hope it’s different than the other times we’ve shared a ring before. Yeah, I’ve defeated you, but at this point what does that matter? I’ve used that one as leverage before and it feels wrong to use it again. I want things to be fresh this week. Let’s steal the show, let’s get the world talking about US. Fuck the main event of Shock Value - WE ARE THE MAIN EVENT, RIGHT?! Kenny Drake specifically did not want us contending for that EAW Interwire Championship because he sees as us HIS world champions! So I’m ready to keep up that level of intensity. I’m ready to showcase a new set of skills and display some unique offensive maneuvers come Shock Value. I am coming with something fresh, and I hope you do not come with the same old bullshit. I hope you continue to prove me wrong in that regard. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

THE KILLER HAS SPOKEN.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 20th 2017, 11:20 pm by **Jamie O'Hara**

Two hundred and twenty four days.

I’ve never been a man who has handled failure well. Any and every setback I’ve ever faced seemed to bring rolling black clouds that never seemed to end. Despite how much I despised the men who took the EAW Championship away from me, I was more disappointed in the fact I failed as champion. People live in a deluded fantasy where they think their allures of grandeur will arrive in spades but the chances to succeed are truly minimal. I was World Champion...and I lost it all so quickly. What drove me to those nights where I sought the answer to my problems at the bottom of beer bottles was the fear of perhaps never getting a chance to reclaim that title, claim any World Championship. I took everything I achieved in those first eighteen months for granted; I pissed away the career I was building towards and I became bitter, hostile towards everyone around me. So I cleared my mind, I stepped back and spent time observing the world around me. I realised the true reality that exists in EAW, the reality that I once denied, the one I saw so many do so. People didn’t like my methodology and at times I didn’t either. When I became World Heavyweight Champion, everything I failed to become, every mistake I had made over a year earlier didn’t fade away; but it became a requirement that I corrected every single mistake that led me to being such a failure of a champion.

Two hundred and twenty four days.

That was my motivation. Conquering Xavier Williams at Pain For Pride wasn’t about putting a feather in my cap, it wasn’t about ending that bitter feud. I passed where I failed, my failures became outweighed by the glory I achieved. Everything for the last hundred and fifty three days has been something completely different. Unshackled by that failure, I remembered why I called myself Tomorrow’s Legend all that time ago. That arrogance, that self belief I buried deep down all that time ago began to resurface and I never made an effort to bury it once more. I didn’t come to EAW to be second best, I didn’t come here to be remembered as a bloke who was only ever somewhere in between great and legendary. I’m a perfectionist, I strive for nothing but absolute excellence and to be second in any capacity is far from perfection, far from excellence. Perhaps I wasn’t thrown on a brand with legends, with top tier main event talent but that is not going to rob me of the glory, of the legendary status I wish to claim. Perhaps I’m already there in the minds of so many but I never settle for anything less than what I’m truly capable of. For the last hundred and fifty three days it hasn’t been about wars, it hasn’t been about creating iconic moments; I carried men to the greatest matches of their careers but there has been only far I can take them. No, it’s been about reaching those milestones and shattering those records. I’ve surpassed twenty other men to hold the World Heavyweight Championship with just one left to surpass - Brian Daniels. Our respective, glorious reigns are tied come Sunday but victory will leave him in the dust; people thought it was impossible his record was ever going to be matched, let alone broken. But it’s not just that record I break. Ares Vendetta had a year that nobody else thought could be replicated. The man went through the wars, near immeasurable in the ring; he dragged the Answers World Championship around, treated it without care as an insult to faceless men in suits. But nobody could strip him of it. As hard as so many fought - Hall of Famers, to soon to be kings and underdogs - nobody could take away the Answers World Champion. Defeating Chris Elite not only sees me surpass Brian Daniels, but without an immediate defense, six days later I surpass Ares to become the single greatest World Champion of all time.

Imagine the names.

The men who have come and gone.

The men who are still there.

All those great, great champions and I surpassed them all. Truth is, I’m closer to my end then I am to my beginning. Sooner rather than later I’m going to reach a point where I don’t know if my next match will be my last. Even if I had my time over again I wouldn’t change a thing; I would still arrive here in 2014 than some two, three years earlier, I still would waste the chances I got, I would still stew in my own misery for months because THIS is my legacy. Because what else do I have to leave on? If Saturday is my last day, if Shock Value is my last match, what do I have to be proud of? For EVERYTHING that I am, EVERYTHING I’ve done, where does my legacy lie? Nobody remembers the men who come second and I know my place isn’t among the men who are cornerstones of EAW.But my last day will not be before I have something to walk away on. My last day won’t be until Victory at Shock Value is more than just records. It’s more than just day as champion. t’s validation of everything I’ve ever done since the first day Jamie O’Hara stepped into a ring. This is my career and when December dawns, I can hang my hat; I would have done everything in my power to cement my legacy, cement my greatness in the ring. Victory at Shock Value is more than just records. It’s about more than the days I stand as champion. It’s validation of everything I’ve ever done since the first day not just in this company but this industry as a whole. This is my career and when December dawns and I become the longest reigning World Champion in history, then I can finally hang my hat and be contempt with walking into every match unsure if it’s my last. I would have done everything in my power to cement a legacy worth remembering. And is Chris Elite going to take that all away? I respect what the man did those weeks ago and there’s a piece of me that wants to see Chris Elite become World Heavyweight Champion but this is a man who has wasted his career and for now will only be remembered for one, single victory. He threatens to launch his career, his era at my expense, at the expense of the glory I’ve worked so hard to obtain. It goes without saying that I threaten to crush his hopes and expectations, the life he thinks comes in spades with his piece of paper. Five men couldn’t stop me when I was three weeks away, what makes Elite think he stands a chance when I’m one single day away from having those records? But when that bell rings, I won’t be thinking about what I gain in victory, I won’t be thinking of the future, I won’t be thinking about my legacy. I will do what I’ve always done when the bell rings and that is simply be the undeniable best wrestler on this fucking planet.

I should truly congratulate you for reaching this point in your career.

But life comes at you hard and fast Chris. One moment you’re sitting on top of the world! The very next it’s crushing you beneath its weight. But you already know all about that, right? Eight years, spent endlessly looking for that chance to make your name and each time it seemed right, it seemed opportune for you to become something more than cannon fodder, it crumbled in your hands. I don’t need to remind you that you shouldn’t take for granted what you now hold; you’re reminded every day you look down and be reminded of everything that you’ve failed to achieve. You see something that should have been a championship - a World Championship - years earlier. I don’t respect nor do I even admire what you hold now Chris. A Gawd contract has always been a bullshit excuse for Mr. DEDEDE to get what he desired without consequence. The difference is that the man was good enough to make the most of it; are you? Never a decision made in such haste but you….you couldn’t wait could you? A considerable hint of desperation is starting to fill the air now, wouldn’t you say? Eight years spent as a man who wasted his chances to climb the rungs, eight years spent not even being considered for complementary honours when his career is done and dusted. Consider it a lesson from my own experiences with Cash In The Vault, rushing into a battle so arrogantly is never going to result in the outcome you desire. You’re walking into your maiden World Championship contest...and you expect, you believe it’s going to be the fairytale-esque conclusion to your years on struggle street? Disappointment is only set to follow you; the bitterness of walking away empty handed is what most men fret but it’s a reality will all come to face at one point or another. I certainly say this with only good intentions but to succeed, you need to learn to fail. To succeed, you need to realise how opportunity isn’t limitless, how opportunity needs to be seized when it’s presented. You’ve fought for eight years to reach this point, to finally get a chance at the World Champion; it’s impossible to imagine thinking that you can wait a little longer, but Chris, good things come to the men who wait. Perhaps I might not be the wise veteran you defeated at Road to Redemption, but I rose, I crashed and I rose once again; I know well and truly what it takes to succeed. And yet I expect the mind of someone who has been the absolute definition of mediocrity to ignore anything and everything I say. Your mind is stuck on a fucking loop isn’t it, Chris? “IT’S MY TIME! IT’S MY TIME! IT’S MY TIME!”, “THE ELITE ERA! THE ELITE ERA! THE ELITE ERA!” and that spins around and around and you can’t fucking turn it off.

I know it is.

It’s been the same way for every challenger I’ve ever had - even as far back as the New Breed Champion.

Do you want to know what everyone has told me this year, Chris? “You don’t know what you’re going up against!” Month after month no matter the results beforehand, every opponent has stepped up to me and trotted out that same line, that same belief. They proceed to try and feed me some bullshit reason that’s “unique” and “special” and “more threatening” and yet, it always ends up being no different. They all took me for a fool, Chris. A jester donning the king’s crown, incapable of seeing beyond myself; completely blind and oblivious to the world around me. I certainly know what I’m walking into with you. Defeating Mr. DEDEDE is a hell of an accomplishment but the man was a stepping stone to this point. And I’ve watched that match more than I’m willing to admit; if you went that far, held on for so long to attain victory, then I can only imagine the lengths you will go to become World Champion. But despite of that, you’re still going to stand there and repeat the same tiresome shit I’ve heard all throughout my reign. Your beliefs...despite how much you want to convince me that you’re so different from everyone who has stood at the same place, in the same moment as you do now will no doubt fall in line. Why is it this time, huh? Is it your “greatness”, Chris? I’m afraid I see no such thing emanating from you. Excellence...greatness...it’s not a switch that one day you can decide to flick; it’s something you earn, something you dedicate yourself to earning and it’s not something that comes overnight. Your greatest claim to beating me is this idea of “Gawd Given Greatness” however, in the eight years you’ve been here you have two victories you can hold your head high over. Two meager victories to be proud of in EIGHT YEARS. None of that screams “greatness” Chris; it screams damn near pathetic. I’m a pretty simple man, all I need to hear to be convinced is something called substance. Substance to your claims, substance to who you are. Proof, evidence, whatever you want to call it; I can’t sit here and take your word for it Chris. Why, I should believe the earth is flat because someone told me so if that was the case! You certainly have the Gawd Contract to add that substance to your claims but then again, I wonder if what you achieved was merely a fluke? After all, I told you that story of Buster Douglas as an example that history is riddled with flukes, with men who shot to prominence overnight only to crash back down to earth when the opportunity to cement everything he gained, everything he achieved arrived. And I wonder what ticks in your mind to believe you’re destined to be anything else but akin to them.

Not just the flukes but the countless challengers before you.

From our first bout and last week, I have this feeling - an unshakable belief in the back of my mind - that you’re going to walk before me this week and you’re not going to do anything that is remotely different. It’s this same, stagnated narrative that I hear time and time again and I’ve come to realise what the ultimate difference is between the men who break through the glass ceiling and the men who don’t. You’re incapable of going that extra mile, you’re incapable of digging deep to find something to spur you forth; you’re just like TLA, just like so many on this roster. The only way to succeed, to ever become the World Heavyweight Champion is to defeat someone else other than me. You need a lesser champion to parade himself around, you need someone who at best leaves a crack in the ceiling to be champion. And isn’t that a pity? Isn’t that a shame to know that there’s nobody on this roster capable of defeating me? No matter how valiantly you fight in this match, the result will be the same - and so will each and every time you stand inside my ring, within my presence. I bet you’re laughing at that; all of it. In hysterics over this delusional fuck thinking he knows you better than you might think. But tell me Chris, if you were truly different than the rest, then why is this your first ever World Championship match? How could you fight for so long just to become the New Breed Champion only to be completely and utterly forgettable as champion? And why, since you lost that title, have you been so incapable of obtaining a middle tier championship? So incapable of even getting a shot at your brand’s World Champion? No, there’s truth and there’s validity to everything I’ve said about you Chris and you can deny it all you want but nothing changes the past. Like it’s impossible to wake up one morning pissing excellence, you don’t move on from your past in a single day. It follows you, it drags you back and if it hasn’t done so already, then sooner rather than later your past and every stain of failure you wear on your shirt is going to cut your legs out from under you. Your failures outweigh your glories and until you surpass your failures, then I’m well within my right to parade those skeletons you keep hidden in your closet. The cream rises to the top, I told you that last time we faced. I’ll take a second and think about the possibility that Chris Elite walks out of Shock Value with the World Heavyweight Championship. It doesn’t last. Your glory runs dry before you even get to truly feel like a World Champion because the best don’t wait eight years to succeed and the best don’t rely on a contract filled with bullshit excuses to get what they want to actually get what they want. Do you really think someone like Mr. DEDEDE ever needed that? He exercised it once and it was a mere display of power. And all those weeks back, in nearly the next breath I told a lie. No, the World Heavyweight Championship doesn’t make me the face of the Voltage brand, it doesn’t make anyone the face of it. You MIGHT walk out as champion, but you’re still going to be an afterthought in the minds of everyone else because I will still be here. I’m the man who carries Voltage on his back because I am untouchable in every aspect of this business and it’s going to take more than just one defeat to erase what I am to this brand. You can wave that piece of paper in the air and you can gloat about having a contract worth more than mine but what you cannot have, what you will never have doesn’t have a numerical value. It’s not something you can’t write in a contract and be handed.

Regardless of your self-perceived “greatness”, you will never have the aura of true greatness that I possess.

I’m always told to allow the future to reign otherwise there won’t be a future left to reign over. People begging me to slip up, to take it easy, to simply roll over and die. Quite honestly, if there’s nothing left when I’m done as champion then it’s not my burden to carry; rather it’s with the weak who can’t rise up to the challenge. Sometimes I do wonder if it’s time to rip the bandaid off and learn to be contempt with what I’ve already achieved; nobody in their right mind is going to talk down what I’ve done. Part of me wants to see you succeed Chris. Part of me wants to see you on my throne but I know how this plays out. Instead of begging and demanding another shot like TLA, you’re just going to abuse that Gawd Contract. Shot after shot after shot no matter how many times I put you down, you’re still going to be defiant in your campaign and no doubt more vicious, determined in every presented opportunity. But that piece of paper isn’t going to change anything. You can call yourself a Gawd but you are most certainly not a God; I’m going to tear down everything that you’ve created, what you’ve “worked so hard for”. When the veil is lifted, when Gawd Given Greatness is shown to be a lie, when you’re stripped naked of all the armour you cover yourself in, the true Chris Elite is on show for the world to see and I fear the man you will be faced with is someone you would rather see buried than standing in the reflection. I will walk from this battle - yet another battle - with my name being sung in unison chorus, my name praised, my name held in the highest of regards. This is my everything, Chris. This is my legacy, THIS IS THE CULMINATION OF FOUR YEARS OF DOING THE VERY THING YOU WASTED FOR EIGHT. YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME, YOU WILL NOT STRIP ME OF MY VALIDATION WHEN I AM SO FUCKING CLOSE TO IT ALL.

I’m going to enjoy breaking you.

I’m going to enjoy the sweet ecstasy of glory.

Glory fucking Glory.

Jamie goddamn O’Hara.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 20th 2017, 7:17 pm by **Tomi Venus**

Free At Last
Invictus One

(Tomi Venus is shown behind a bar in a penthouse wearing an unbuttoned white dress shirt. He has a wide smile on his face.)

Tomi Venus vs Jacob Senn! Invictus on November 24th of the year 2017! Black Friday… It will be a day to live in infamy in EAW until the end of its days, which if I have my way will be sooner rather than later. Hahahahaha… Who knows… MAYBE I will simply do some… redecorating. Regardless I’m skipping my point, which is that I am in control. Everyone involved in this circus from the narcissistic meathead in the monkey suit to the goofies purchasing the right to see him give out “GAWD” contracts… they’re all at my mercy. Jacob Senn is merely a step in my plan, but his downfall will prove something to everyone in denial of the greatness of your highest. I spent months playing hero, being the good guy, pretending I cared what people thought about me, becoming obsessed with the approval of these spandex covered nobodies. So many of them trying to do exactly what Target Smiles strived so hard for.

Target Smiles was a fool. He came here believing that stepping in the ring had some sort of meaning to the world around him. Believing that engaging in competition with others and coming out the other end victorious while respecting sportsmanship and honor and any other bullshit they teach in little league, Target Smiles thought that would set an example. He thought he could INSPIRE the “Smiling Faces,” but the only thing that might inspire these people is if they need to get up and use the bathroom or get more food to stuff their face as the false idols that EAW promotes throw caution to the wind for a chance at relevance. A chance at giving their lives meaning. But the truth is that life has no meaning! There is no happy ending. Pain For Pride comes every year and then it goes. Championship reigns come and they go. It’s all a cycle of happiness then pain. I hire an escort and have great time but when the time is up I have to pay her and accept the fact that I’m still alone. Jacob Senn, my payment is due and I’m here to collect.

Years ago when I was here I had a Target on my back. Get it? Target? HAHAHA! Ohhhh, everyone hated me. NOBODY respected me! YOU didn’t respect me. You used me as a stepping stone. Don’t think I forgot! We went head to head and you were the one who always came out on top. I was gifted to you as an opportunity and look at where it took you. Look at everything you have done over several years and compare it to what I have failed to do! You used me like a cheap whore and I want my damn money! I’m going to make you pay for everything at Invictus! Everything you’ve been awarded. Your World Championships, your spot in the Hall of Fame, that should all be mine… Am I saying you didn’t earn those things? No… If I make a whore cum I certainly earned it, but I still have to pay. So just because you took the ball this company gave to you by putting me in the face of bias and injustice, and you ran with that ball you still owe me!

It’s been years Senn… I’ve lived a long miserable life since the last time you saw me. You beat my ass back in the day but times change. I’ve been waiting all of this time for retribution… you owe me interest. You know what landlords where I’m from do when you’re past due on your rent? They don’t just take your money. They break your legs… It’s not personal! It really isn’t! You are a victim Senn! You never asked to be in this position but unfortunately life isn’t fair. You’re the chosen one. You were the man THEY chose to be in this position! And once I’m done with you I’m coming for the rest of them! THEY DON’T THINK I CAN DO IT! They think I’m the SAME OLD TOMI VENUS! This is a message for everyone in EAW.

We go back to the good old days when Tomi Venus wasn’t a threat. The days when I had to rely on violence and barbaric tactics to get the better of anyone. Well I just put on a mask and outwrestled most of your roster. Now the mask is off, and so are the gloves. Anyone I couldn’t outwrestle I can outsmart or outfight! Nobody is safe! Even if I tap or get pinned, ONE. TWO. THREE. I will find a way to come out on top in the end of every situation even if it takes me years. I’m not here for fame or glory. I’m here for me and I’m here to win, and that is exactly what Jacob Senn is going to learn at Invictus.

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Reginald Dampshaw III November 20th 2017, 6:50 pm by **Shackleford**

*scene opens to a jukebox, a coins goes in and the hand presses the direction buttons to browse individual vinyl singles. The hand selects 'the long and winding road' by the Beatles.*

The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before it always leads me here
Leads me to your door

*Song fades into the background as it's revealed the person who selected the song was Shackleford. He makes his way to a stool nearby*

When sir Paul wrote this song, it was about the tensions within the group. The long and winding road is the journey and the door references the entrance and exit point. Not long after the song was released John Lennon left the group. One door closes, but the group breaking led to various other opportunities. One door opens.
Defeat through submission is far from the ideal Friday night. But with that loss comes opportunity. As Ahren Fournier predicted. As I plotted. The king of elite tournament qualifier. My opponent is fellow countrymen and ferry ride away neighbour, Reginald Dampshaw III. The last time we faced off he bested me. The last time we faced off I hadn't dominated NEO. The last time we faced off I had diverged from the prophesized path. The last time we faced off Dampshaw was hot stuff, but the step between development and the main roster is gargantuan. It's easy to get lost in the shuffle, It takes the strongest and most cunning to break through.
I am not the same man from NEO Reginald, I have more care with my words and my actions. I have a vision, a goal. Reginald the opportunity we have Friday is not to be scoffed at. Victory could bring us a step towards our wildest dreams coming true. Defeat threatens to plummet us into obscurity. You've been in Dynasty for a little while now, you've seen it. Talent ascending and talent being erased.
It's kill or be killed.
This is a tough industry we are in Reginald. It's not enough to be the toughest fighter, to be the smartest competition or to be the most ruthless businessman. It takes a combination of them all and an awefull lot of luck.

I've heard alot since returning that I clearly wasn't good enough to have to start from the bottom in NEO and work my way up. Reginald I'm sure your used to hand-outs and not doing unecessary work, and to be honest with you if I were in your position I would become comfortable with that too. But I am not in your position, I do not have the status that you have. The luxury of my reputation preceding me is not one I can indulge in.
I was forced to scratch, scrape and claw my way through the frenzy of raw talent trying to get noticed by Dedede, Bank$, senpai, whoever. No handouts, no special treatment...and I thrived. I grew strong, Reginald. Yes the competitors are of a different caliber on Dynasty, but the rules remain the same.

Reginald we do battle Friday and our futures hang in the balance. I understand your persona requires you to be a complete arsehat about it, but im sure you understand the stakes and that I am a legitimate threat in a high stakes match such as this. I expect nothing less than your best. And I promise to extend the same courtesy. No half measures, no pulled punches. Just one hundred percent unadulterated violence, unmatched cunning, fantastic business and a whole lot of luck.

*Shackleford reaches into his pocket and pulls out another coin, he placed it into the jukebox and selects another single. 'the best is yet to come' by Frank Sinatra*

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything started to hum
Still, it's a real good bet the best is yet to come

*Screen begins to darken and music begins to fade out until black and silent*

Re: EAW Promoz! November 20th 2017, 5:49 pm by **ThePizzaBoy**

Dynasty Promo 1: Pica

The camera opens in a glass elevator as Pizza Boy enters. He looks up to assure himself that the top of the elevator is, along with the walls, transparent. After pressing his button, he turns to view the scenery below as the elevator car slowly lowers to the ground.

"I admire you Ryan Savage. I don't say that often enough to people anymore, but it's true. Not many people around EAW that I go up against hold the respect that I have for you. You're a fighter, a survivor through and through. You have your reasons for being here. Those reasons don't glitter. Your reasons don't get you clocked over the backside of your head. You do this to prove something to a little girl, and that's a cause anyone should be able to get behind. Past transgressions and a young brash attitude from yesteryear can be forgiven if someone changes in the end and becomes a better person. I know this better than anyone. HBB has been my mentor and he most certainly has his demons too. It's funny how the trip down can give you a perspective that you couldn't glean from the top. Growing more and more eye level with the people you've wronged and hurt as your career descends forces you to see things from their perspective, and as you gain an equal footing with them you begin to understand why they hate you. You can call it the nature of the beast, or youthful ambition, but we're sinners Ryan. We've slit throats to get where we've been. Some of us have even inserted a few blades in the back, but we don't truly acknowledge the blood until we're in the gutter where we left our victims. I'm sorry to sound so crass or high handed, or even judgmental. This all started out as a compliment, and I stand by that compliment. You're one of the few that's changed for the better due to the spoils of war that you've accrued. That glitter, that gold lust, it just doesn't cut it anymore. It's not pure enough for you. It's not clean or innocent. It's not the honesty you see in the eyes of your little girl. It's a mockery of that. It asks for you to focus on it instead of her. It taunts you by gleaming it's bright reflective surface into your eyes with the King of Elite tournament, and it makes you think of how it felt when you had something living adding fifteen pounds to your body. It'll make your biological clock spring back to life and you'll lust to create something. A legacy, a dynasty, something that'll stand for you long after you're gone. All you'll want is six months, eight months, or nine months to bring a reign of dominance into the world. You'll endure the kicks, the cravings, the vulnerability of having your abdomen weighed down by something so precious in the making. You'll try to nest in the ring and wait it out, but eventually it'll be taken away from you by some guy with a briefcase and a bureaucrat at his side who thinks he knows what's best."

PB's knuckles go white as he clenches his hands around the elevator railing and wrings his fingers tightly around it.

"In the end it's not your baby to have. You're just a surrogate paid off with cash in the vault whose done all the hard work and heavy lifting for someone else. I'm not meant to be a gold father. I'm not meant to someday, after a long reigning lifespan, to walk my little golden girl down the aisle and give her to a man more deserving than I. That man could've even been you Ryan, but it's not my destiny to be a parent. My waist is barren. It holds no glistening flecks of life. Instead it's being corrupted by someone who doesn't know what care and passion even means. Now I don't want it anymore. I have postpartum depression over the whole thing. I've given life to something that knows nothing but greed and godless sacrilege. I've bore rotten fruit. To be frank with you, I don't even want the damn thing back. It just wasn't meant to be, and I've come to accept that just as you've accepted it Ryan. I've accepted there are more important things in life, like family...whom all of which has abandoned me excluding HBB who just feels guilty and responsible. He thinks he cost me the belt,but that's not true. I thought it was, but it's like I wanted to lose it. I keep rewinding the footage and seeing the bliss in my eyes as Nico pins my shoulders to the canvas. It was the relief of release. Without the belt I have no work, thus my labor pains are gone. I assume HBB will be gone soon enough as well. He's gotten me into this tournament, so I deduce he thinks his work's done. I'm sure he'll go out to get a pack o' cigarettes or a gallon of milk any day now and only rear his head when it's to help me or capitalize off of my success. It seems to always be the way...but I'm acting bitter and jaded. I'm not. I'm really not. I'm not angry or spiteful or depressed. I'm happy. Really, I am. No...not happy..contented. Yes, that's what I am. I'm content with my station in life, just as I was content as a pizza boy before my home away from home burned to the ground due to some idiot who took my place. That's my problem Ryan. I lost focus you see? I should've been flipping pies and delivering orders instead of this silly wrestling, but it's too late now."

The elevator enters a dark tunnel at the ground floor and the doors part. PB steps out and walks through the hotel lobby and toward the front desk.

"You're probably asking what's left for me, and that's where you come in Ryan. I'm not asking you to lay down because I'd never ask that of anyone, much less someone I highly regarded. Did I mention that? That I respect you? because I do. I have to do something to burn the calories Ryan. I can't sleep at night because I do nothing during the day now. I haven't wrestled in weeks, I haven't made pizza for just as long if not longer...I don't know. I cant' keep track of time anymore. You and I are going to wrestle Ryan, and we're going to take our aggression out on one another. We're going to fight until we're tired and have no other choice but to go home, lay down, and sleep. I've slept a lot lately...doctors say not to, but I do. It passes the days. Oh, and I'm going to beat you. Did I mention that? along with the respect thing? Because I am. I wont do so because I have anything against you...even though a few years back you helped kidnap me into an elimination match against HexaGun. Wow, I'd forgotten about that...but anyway, water under the bridge. It's not like I have time to dwell on those sorts of things...I mean, I DO, but I don't. Anyway, I have to beat you. I have to beat you because I want to get to Nico so I can properly congratulate him for his brand new championship reign. I don't want to take the title, but I do want to properly introduce Nico to what it means to be a champion. I want him to learn from me the kind of competition that it brings. I want to teach him that it's placed a cross hair right on his abdomen. I want him to feel the way I did at the end of the night when I was champion. It's a good pain, Ryan. You know this as well as I do. He needs that first real good test before he gets to sire a new era. He needs to learn that Sebastian Monroe isn't going to be there to protect him the same way Oasis had to learn."

PB reaches the front desk and dings the bell for service as he props his vacant face up on his hands in a kiddish fashion. He looks around the lobby before leaning into the camera with a hushed tone.

"And just between you and me, Ryan. The last time I got like this where I wanted to...you know...'test' a champion, I ended up plowing through a field of contenders at Grand Rampage. Just so you know friend. Back then I had a family to fight for. My reign brought in so many customers to Bo & Tye's, Stuffed Crust was a huge thing, and I had a few pretty cool dudes who considered me their equal in the likes of Brian Daniels. I was riding high back then, but now my feet are planted on ground floor and no one's here to play welcoming committee. For once I'm doing this for me, Ryan. King of Elite, the gold, it doesn't matter as long as the means meet the ends and I get to christen our newborn champion's reign with it's first major defense. Who knows? Maybe I'll end it? Maybe I'll end him. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself though. I have too many maybes in my life and not enough certainties Ryan. I do have one though, and that's that this tournament means everything to me, and that you've already got something filling that place in your heart where the love of the fans once was. I envy it too. I envy a lot of things about you Ryan, but I don't envy your chances of moving past me in this bracket, nor do I envy anyone who steps in my way. You're a dad for life. Nothing can take that from you. Your blood is your blood forever. I'm a former everything, and that's something that can be remedied only with the blood of others."

PB looks around and lets out an impatient sigh. He reaches out to ding the bell once more, only for a hand to cover it. PB looks up at the owner of the hand, and then back at the bell.

Bellhop: What can I help ya wit' sonny?

PB's knees buckle and he falls to the ground. The bellhop rushes around the counter to check on him as a crowd begins to form around the two. After a few brisk slaps from the bellhop's stubby fingers, PB comes to.

Bellhop: Ya OK kid?

PB: Y-y-yeah. I just-I thought you were someone.

Cameraman: Who'd you think he was PB?

PB: He looked like..

PB studies the portly bellhop's features for a moment before shaking his head and double taking.

Cameraman: Like who?

PB: No one.

Bellhop: 'ey, screw you too kid.

Cameraman: Are you alright?

PB: No. Can you give me a ride to the hospital?

Cameraman: Sure. What for?

PB: I think I might be going insane.

The Camera man leans down and extends a hand to PB. The short and stocky bellhop helps PB to his feet as the cameraman helps tow him up. PB gives the bellhop one last frightful look as the cameraman reaches his arm around PB's neck and guides him away.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 20th 2017, 5:42 pm by **Chelsea Crowe**

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event: thursday night empire | 11/23/2016 edition
promo number: 2
participants: chelsea crowe versus stephanie matsuda
word count: 3,394 words

scene one:
november 20, 2017 // televised

Locations of luxury were where it was most common to find Chelsea Crowe now that she was a 'successful' member of the Empire roster. But this one seemed far from that. The gym of Chelsea's choice was still as sleek and modern as a gym could be, but the rich tones of the likes of her home or a restaurant had been abandoned for cold, steel colours. Though even post-workout, Chelsea looks like the icon of composure as she sits gracefully upon a bench, back straight against the lockers behind her. Not a drop of sweat present on her skin, smile still as prominent as ever, and every part of her looking effortless. And to top off this image of commercial-level flawlessness, she holds a white towel in her hands, her initials stitched into it with gold thread. But don't let all of that fool you. Perfection needs to be worked for.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I'm feeling generous this week, Cloud. You get to see another side of me, another 'mask' that you've not prepared for. But really, if you are one step ahead of me as you seem to think you are, you shouldn't need me to show you the 'real me'. You should have me figured out. Instead, I have to spoon-feed you more, as if you didn't already know there was more to me than a “bad make-up job and cheap lipstick”. Though like I said, I'm the person you need to get out of your comfort zone, so before you can get accustomed to my last little 'true self', let me show you another briefly. This one is called “the Queenslayer”. I'll explain why later.

Oh, and I love the name 'Chelse'. It brings back memories. The last person to call me that before you was my ex, and he was an annoying cunt. I dumped him on his birthday, and then just when he called me and thought we could get back together...I turned around and told him I had to hang up, because I was about to board a plane for the US. Fun times.

But enough about me, let's look at what you said. Oh, yes, Sheridan and Aria beat themselves, of course. If anyone else was in my place, it would've gone the same...or would it? They beat themselves, yes, but why? Why didn't those matches go the way others had gone for them? Because I was there. I made them beat themselves, because I made them get so tangled up in every little issue that they couldn't take it. Sheridan was expecting to go into our match with the same strategy that had worked before, and when I made her realise I was more than just a throwaway match, she broke. Aria expected to go into our match as the untouchable queen, and she came out of it looking like the fool because she allowed herself to be manipulated by me. I duped them into thinking they were applying pressure to me, when in reality they were just pushing down on themselves until they shattered. That's what I do. I don't need to go around saying I'm the pinnacle of physical dominance, because I don't need to be. Why brag about beating someone to a bloody, unmoving heap when you can make them do it themselves with a few words and a bit of taunting?

Congratulations though on your performances against those two. I do realise how strong you are, and I'm not afraid to admit that at times in our match, you did have me in vulnerable positions. But let's not forget that regardless of whether you beat Sheridan without help or matched Aria to a draw, you still almost lost to me. You fell victim to my illusion, you thought it was all there was to me. And you paid the price. I don't expect you to make that mistake again, but fortunately for me, you aren't a flawless woman. You're even making mistakes you can't see.

I'll admit, maybe you are trying to show some ability to go for the kill now. You've had your 'realisation', and now you want to seem more ruthless. Before you can hate-fuck your BFF Aria at Bloodletter, though, you have to deal with me. And I can see through all this ferocity you have and find a weakness – you're letting it get to you. You want to stand there and claim Empire as your own already, you want to believe it's yours to take at Bloodletter, and you're already making plans for it when you spearhead it. But, wait a minute, that sounds like everything getting to your head. It sounds like your ambition blinding you, like you said it did when you had the Openweight title in your sights. And just like what happened then at Road to Redemption, you'll defeat yourself again if you continue to let all of this ambition get to you.

In fact, you're letting all of this ambition get to you so much that you keep talking about Bloodletter, Aria, Sheridan, and 'your' Empire way too much – when you should be focussing on me. If there's one thing I would've hoped you'd learnt during our first match, it's that you never take your eyes off of me. The people who've done that have failed: Sheridan failed because she was too focussed on her 'Last Vixen' crusade and her hatred for Tarah; Kimi and Sydney failed because they thought that I'd just sit on the sidelines in our tag match; and even you came close to failing because you kept looking over your shoulder at Charles Marx-on instead of looking ahead at me. You of all people should be wary of talking at length about other matches when our match is fast approaching. But I guess you haven't changed, huh? I guess you haven't learned from your list of failures in the past season.”

Chelsea smiles as she leans forward just a bit, just enough to turn the indifferent air uncomfortable.

CHELSEA CROWE: “This is war, but war isn't just about soldiers in trenches firing at each other. It's about tactics, it's about psychological warfare. And as much as you'd like to think you can play those two games as well as you do your physical ones, you can't quite match me. You say you think logically, but do you? So far, I only see you going off of emotions. Road to Redemption was, as you admitted, you becoming too caught up in selfish desires. But what now? You think you're being logical, but I can see the doubt. I sense those emotions coming from you. You want to complain that Aria acts using her heart, but you're not using your head entirely. You're talking about love, you're putting family before others, you're splitting your focus between every match when you should be concentrating on me. You'll have a war with Aria at Bloodletter, I'm sure, but you won't make it there if you can't get through No Man's Land on Empire. It's a good job you're planning to crawl your way to that title match, because on Empire, I'm going to bring you to your knees. I'm going to crack that mask you're wearing and make you choke on the doubt-filled smog you're surrounded by.

And you can say you don't have a real mask, that you're the same woman no matter the alias, but you do wear something – it's the façade called “your change”. That's your mask: a mask of 'logic' that hides the emotions you're actually driven by. A mask that pretends to be change, but it's just a little something you can slip on and then take off when you think no one's looking. But I see through it. And as I proved against Sheridan, emotions can cloud your judgement. Look at you: you talk about thinking logically, and then you say you still love Aria and you'll work to bring the best out of everyone. If you were someone who uses their head, if you were someone who “shoots to kill” as you said, then you'd have no problem cutting loose any feelings you have, and ripping allies and enemies to shreds. Instead, you're still a little bitch to the same friends who handed you a title shot, the only difference is that you're pulling at that leash they have on you a little tighter in some vague attempt to get away from them. But you're still attached. You're still driven by your heart, no matter how much 'thinking' you do.

You're the one who isn't thinking straight, because you're the one who can't stop thinking about a future that isn't even guaranteed to happen yet.

It's funny you say that your philosophy is to “accept everything and seize the moment”, because your head seems to be anywhere but in this moment. Which is made even worse when you say that I'm not like the rest of Empire. I'm not someone you can predict – so why did you come out here trying to? Why did you say you'd follow my every move, when even you know that I'm not nearly as predictable as some of the other girls on this show? In fact, you're still trying to figure me out. So if I was you, I'd try to stick to your philosophy of “seize the moment” and focus on me, because you'll never figure me out and do as you said if you're out here looking past this match.”

Chelsea suppresses a smile as she rolls her neck, back straightening against the lockers once again.

CHELSEA CROWE: “'Fake' is a strong word, because none of what I choose to show you is completely made-up. It's based on reality, but which parts of it are won't be revealed. It's always good to keep people guessing, which is what I'm doing with you. You're asking all these questions, you're trying to figure me out because you know you haven't got me down. Well, let me tell you something. I do this for the money, and I've never been shy about that. If I wrestled out of passion, I wouldn't be in EAW. I wouldn't have an apartment in Calabasas, I wouldn't be dining at the best restaurants in the country, I wouldn't be who I am. I'd still be in New Zealand, wrestling in front of a hundred or so people, living in my parents' house, and working as a waitress. Do I enjoy what I do? Well, I enjoy not having to work as hard as some people do. See, I do have talent, despite what some people would have you think – I didn't get here by not having 'something'. But like I said, I don't need to exhaust myself every match when I can say a few words, state a few brutal facts, and then play to my opponent until they snap under their own need to try and beat me.

Thank you for the compliments, but it takes more than that to flatter me. See, I know I'm talented. I was told from day one when I was dragged into a small Auckland school that I had something to make it in this business. You don't need to waste your breath telling me I have talent – you should be spending your time instead realising why I'm a threat to you. Though I guess you'll soon see that on Empire, because you will be fighting me out of curiosity. And when I beat you, you'll still be wondering how I did it. Because I don't need to do tests of strength, I don't need to pull off flashy moves every other second – I just need to understand you, and I think I'm doing a pretty good job of figuring out exactly who you are and who you'll be in that ring. See, you may be versatile, but so am I. So versatile, in fact, that I can match and outdo pretty much anyone if I put my mind to it. I can break the indestructible, I can leave the superior feeling inferior, and I can make people break with just a simple touch of my fingers and a whisper of truth. Just ask the variety of people I've already faced in EAW, ask yourself. I can bend, I can adapt, but I never break.”

A brief pause, an amused hum.

CHELSEA CROWE: “No, Cloud, I claimed you haven't changed because you really haven't. You're still too proud for your own good, wandering around Empire as if you already own it and letting those selfish ambitions get the better of you – even if you dress them up as being “what's best for Empire”, they're still your own lofty ambitions. You're still living in other people's shadows, and through that thin attempt at looking as if you're a different woman, I can still see the flaws you've had for a while. Though what I didn't expect you to do was straight-up lie. You've never been on a break from EAW? What do you call a mid-season vacation to Italy, then? That seemed like a break to me, one that I guess was fuelled by your need to question whether you'd go on in this company. But I'm not here to criticise you for making use of your vacation days, I'm here to tell you that you haven't changed much.

It's funny you mention you have a painter friend, because you must have learned something from her. You're painting your career and yourself in this particular light. It's clever, and it's what a lot of people do. They paint their own portrait to hide their flaws. Only, it's not as successful if those flaws – those truths – are out there for anyone to see beyond your portrait. It works so well for me because you don't have a lot to find out about me. Look at you, asking questions, falling into this belief that I'm letting you see the real me, and still being unsure of who I am and what I'm capable of. I keep my cards close to my chest, I only paint from a certain angle. But you, you're an open book, a collection of candid photographs of all different angles. It's why it's easy to see what lies behind your mask, because there's so much to look back on.

Bringing up your past worked last time, didn't it? It got under your skin, it tipped you over the edge just enough for me to push you off with ease. And you can complain that it's what everyone else does, but no one looks at your past like I have. They all see it from a biased view: either only focussing on the positives or the negatives. But I see it for what it is. You have your successes – ending careers, winning the Specialists title, winning the first ever female Grand Rampage match – but then you also have your failures. Losing your title to Tarah, being beaten into a hiatus by Sheridan, failing to save your mentor's daughter from the freaks you used to associate with. For as many successes as you have, you also have your downfalls. And I know they scare you.

It's why you're coming out here with all this confidence, acting as if you're already the new leader of Empire. Unfortunately for you, I can see through that mask. Deep down, you know your title shot came from a place of pity, and now you're wondering: “am I good enough? I've failed so many times, how do I know I won't fail at the biggest stage in my career?” It's why you're concerning yourself so much with Bloodletter when you should be keeping on track with our match – you're trying to flush those insecurities out of your head. But this won't be the match where you do that. This isn't your confidence boost, this isn't your claim to dominance. This is my chance to show you, Cloud, how much better you could be if you just shut out all those thoughts. If you just cut all of the allies and enemies out and focussed on yourself. You've put on this mask of confidence, of the 'War Queen', and that's all I needed to see – because now I know you have insecurities to exploit.

You have something to prove, and that's that you can lead Empire when Aria inevitably falls. And that need to prove yourself is weighing down on you, it's being held up by a few strings, and I'll be the one to cut them and watch as that desire crushes you. I mean, look at you: we don't even need to get to our match to see that you have something to prove. Cloud, you've definitely lived in your friends' shadows. I don't think you were leeching off of them – you're too proud to do that. But you were letting them give you opportunities. You gladly joined some of them as their personal lap dog in Formation, you continue to care for and put them before yourself, and you're so desperate to break out that you're acting like an independent woman. You're coming out here, trying to disassociate yourself from Aria and the rest, but at the same time, you're just highlighting how they're your best friends and how you're only doing this to better Empire. Guess what, Cloud? You won't rule Empire – Empire will rule you. Because if you do become the Women's World Champion, this brand is going to overshadow you as you slave away trying to make everyone better. I'll overshadow you, because I don't need your help. I don't need you propping me up. I stand on my own, I always have. And soon, just as you predicted, you'll stand in my shadow.”

Chelsea glances down at the towel in her hands, her fingers running over the embroidered initials. Then she grins and looks up at the camera.

CHELSEA CROWE: “When has anyone being “better than me” guaranteed a win? I admitted that Sheridan was better than me in aspects, and she still lost. Aria believed herself to be better than me, and she still got concussed because she let herself fall victim to me. A lot of people think they're better than me in many ways: morally, athletically, intellectually, achievement-wise. And yet, I'm still here with my winning streak, with my confidence, and with the knowledge that people are threatened by me. Do you know why they're threatened, Cloud? Because they think they're better than me, and yet I'm still finding success. I'm still showing them up.

You aren't trained for someone like me, and if you think you are, you're falling into that horrible trap of thinking I'm predictable. That hasn't gone well for the last four or so people who believed it. And honestly, I wish you'd be above that by now. I thought you'd changed! I guess that's all just fake then. Such a shame. You can call me trash, you can call me predictable, but all that's doing is showing me that you really aren't ready for round two. You even admitted you've probably overlooked some things I've said, so how do I know you won't overlook me in the ring? I'm upset, Cloud – I was really looking forward to a power struggle, but I guess you're just going to lie there and take it.”

Her pout turns into a smirk, as she throws her towel over her shoulder and rises up from her seat.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I don't want to get ahead of myself – I don't want to be like you – but judging from your little response, I feel like all of the 'queens' fall to me. Whatever you rule: war, the new guard, the new breed, whatever new thing Aria will come up with in her concussion-induced state...I still make you crumble. I just have a habit of taking the queen. Call me the grandmaster. And at Empire, that statement will remain true, because I'm forcing you into a checkmate, Cloud. Bring out the War Queen, bring out the Undisputed Empress. Because the mask I'm wearing isn't just the executioner's.

It's the Queenslayer's.”

Chelsea walks out of frame, a quiet laugh following behind her and echoing off of the steel lockers. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! November 20th 2017, 5:37 pm by **Darkane**

Dynasty II

Do you want a merit badge Hawk? Should everybody gather around and bow down to the former king of extreme? Hawk, you wore that crown proudly at one point in time but make no mistake about it, it's now bent, it's crooked, it's tattered and torn and it's living lifelessly in a desolate pawn shop somewhere, it's worthless, it's forsaken, your feverish run as the Hardcore Champion died when you threw it in the garbage. That's all anybody remembers about your reign anyway, you and Ahren seem to have that in common, you're both constantly boasting about what you were and not what you are now. Let's look at what you are now shall we? You're a feeble rat that managed to squeak and chitter and chew its way through the walls and into my domain, you're scattering about into my kingdom and you're looking to steal all the riches for yourself. I'm the one in power here, not you, I'm the champion, not you, I'm the one who wears the fucking crown now, not you. Unlike you, I'm focused on the here and the now, not the what was or what could have been. If you want to harp back on the era that you were one of the top dogs in, then be my guest, keep on living in the past, but you'll need to dry your eyes quick because I'm gunning for you Hawk, I'm going to bring out the extremes of your past whether they're good or bad, the key is that they're still present, I'm going to summon the memories and summon the extremes that you seem to hold near and dear and I'll crush them beneath the soles of my boots, that's all they are, memories of an extreme past, they're memories that seem to be your lifeline. I spit on your memories and I defecate on your achievements. They mean absolutely nothing to me. This isn't an EAW history class, I don't have the time or the interest to learn about what you've accomplished. Why? Because I have a title to defend. You can call me cynical, you can say that I lack respect towards you as a Hall of Famer, but I'm not out for your respect Hawk, I'm out for your blood, that's what it comes down to in the hardcore division and that's the difference between you and me Hawk, you can't seem to let go, you're so infatuated with the era that you held the Hardcore Championship in which is all but archaic at this point. You're like a cheerless parent Hawk, whose child has grown up and has gone on to be an astounding success, to the point where the now fully grown man doesn't need his parent to take care of him anymore, yet you still see your kid as a baby, your fond memories of pushing him on a swingset will still play harmoniously in your head, but he isn't a baby anymore. He's all grown up, he's moved on out and left you to rot in some pseudo sunny and radiant retirement community. The Hardcore Championship is the exact same way, Hawk. It's moved on to bigger and better things, it's not yours anymore, IT'S MINE. You want it? Come take it, I dare you, bring everything you got, it still won't be enough. Your little heartfelt resurrection tour of coming back and making a b-line for my title won't have the fairytale ending that you dream of, instead, the only thing you'll see through the crimson blotches that stain your eyes is my silhouette, holding the Hardcore Championship firmly in the air and the only thing that you will hear is the distant sirens from a parade of ambulances heading your way.

Yet you still insist that I'm a giant pussy and that I'm terrified of you. Listen, Hawk, I have no issue walking right up to you and laughing in your face while I scrape the gooey plaque off of my teeth and flick it right into your eye. I'd do that to any opponent, whether big or small, it doesn't matter to me, it's who I am, it's what I do. I don't pull any punches, what you see is what you get. I guess what I said earlier about being scared flew right over your head. Do you have trouble comprehending things or what's the deal here exactly? Do I have to explain it to you again? I shouldn't have to, but I will until it's etched in your brain that I don't fear Hurricane Hawk and whatever he happens to bring to the table. There is something that you should fear though and that is defeat, what are you going to do when your hopes and dreams are invaded and terrorized by Darkane? What will you do, when my music hits after I've pinned you for the one two three? Will you go back into hiding as you do so well, will Hurricane Hawk fly south for the winter in an attempt to escape the inevitable scrutiny, in an attempt to not have to eat his own words? To just get away from it all? To sit there on the warm beach while you watch the waves of the ocean hypnotizingly as the memories of Darkane bashing your brains in plays over the azure horizon? That doesn't sound too bad honestly, except for the part where I haunt every single waking moment of your futile existence, where you can't escape me no matter how far away you travel. The memory will still linger like a cancerous growth and this particular memory is terminal. Sure, you'll be able to distract yourself from time to time, you might even feel like you've erased the memory, but it will always come back because nobody is the same after they have fought me. Nobody. The hysteria I have caused in the Dynasty locker room is real, they understand that I am not a run of the mill, filler talent like Brayden Wolfe, they also understand that I'm not somebody you should fuck with. Yet you want to poke and prod at me, you want to question my legitimacy as the Hardcore Champion? Are you sure you want to do that? Are you sure that is the right move? Are you sure that's the smartest move? I don't owe you or anybody an explanation as to whether I'm a credible Hardcore Champion or not, the fact of the matter is that I paid my dues and I earned this championship. I had to go through pure unadulterated hell to get to the promise land, my reign isn't a joke and it certainly isn't in the past like yours. It's right here, in your face and the only thing you can do is try, try your absolute damnedest to revive your status as the pinnacle of hardcore; as an extreme icon. That's the only thing you can do Hawk. Other than that you're shoveling shit against the tide.

And then to top it all off, you said that you retired the Hardcore Championship with respect? So, let me get this straight, throwing it in the trash and burning it is a sign of respect? Wow! What a send-off! What kind of fucking world are you living in? It's astonishing really. The level of inadequacy, the holes that you've dug yourself in already and the week has only just begun. You don't even know the meaning of respect Hawk, you sit there and spew insipid bullshit about how your era was the most legitimate and you allude that I'm some sort of imposter champion. That I don't deserve to hold this title. That back in your day you had to defend this championship on a 24/7 basis. Newsflash, if that rule was still intact, I'd be doing the exact same thing and I'd be doing it proudly. Growing up on the streets you learn to have eyes in the back of your head, you learn to sleep wide awake and I would apply that same skillset here in EAW if push came to shove. I understand that you're addicted to this company, you're addicted to success, you're addicted to the notion that you're the underdog and that you will prove me wrong. I admire your determination I really do and it's funny how a Hall of Famer can be considered an underdog, I mean shit, times sure have changed haven't they? I've been in your position before as an underdog, I've been overlooked, counted out and presumed beaten before I even got the chance to compete, believe me, nothing feels more gratifying than proving the world wrong and you'll have your chance on Dynasty, but I'll also have my chance as well, to solidify my reign as your Hardcore Champion, to prove once again that the world of hardcore as we know it is blackened under my shadow, that I hold the keys to the Hardcore Division. On Dynasty, I'll have a chance to take you like the underdog mutt that you are behind the woodshed and get it the fuck over with when I blast your guts all over the fucking yard. You may have been born extreme Hawk, but after I'm done with you, you'll wish you were never born at all.

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