EAW Promoz!

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Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 11:51 pm by **Irónico**

Voltage Lucha

What is up YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNSSSSS!?!?!?!

It’s the most Piss taking. Beer Drinking. Cig stealin’. Saturday night hand jiving. Wheelin’ and Dealin’. Mostly dealin’. Son of a chavy cunt. Mr bang your chica. EL IRÓNICO!!! And i have gots to say that with the hours ticking away, the excitement is almost killing me. Somebody buy that wanker, Kenny Drake, a pint. Or a rum. A scotch. A jaeger bomb. Fuck it. Give him all of your alcoholic Nan’s Lambrini if that is what he wants. He deserves a drink to celebrate. No. Really...I mean it! Kenny had that sort of Jeremy Kyle esque wet dream that the rest of us self respecting tossers would have kept to our own selves. He didnae do what we would have done. Instead he’s decided to just throw his balls to the wall and say “fuck it world! I am what I am”. He has gone whole hog, pulled the fucking trigger and rebuilt Voltage in his new and glorious vision incorporating the very best-worst excesses of daytime trash tv melodramatics. First it was Cam and Jamie O’Hara embroiled in a fiery love triangle with that old slut -the EAW World Heavyweight Championship. Then you had the whole Sanatorium family meltdown and civil war over custody of Interwire Championship. Now of course that leaves us with just the ULTIMO, the very pinnacle in jerry Springer conflict archetypes. Brother versus brother. Blood versus blood - sort of, we’re both alike in blood alcohol levels...Who the fuck can, in the end, claim paternity over the New Breed Division? Blood tests are useless here. And I am afraid to say that I will not be able to touch a lie detector on account of my...medication *wink wink*. But what i does know is that when the bell finally rings for the end of the match, one man will be sobbing tears of joy, and one man will be bawling his eyes out at the great reveal; “I am sorry, you are NOT THE FATHER!”

Something along those lines anyway. Maybe I am getting a wee bit more heated then I really ought to be. I know I should simmer down a bit, but you’ve spent as much of your time on the dole watching this midweek daytime shit on the box then you really start to get into all this juicy drama. Needless to say though, as soon as he gets Judge Judy in the house to legally determine the World Heavyweight Title situation, along with a few of them real housewives, then I’m gonny fucking blow me top and I knows yous will too. Now I see why “Sunday Night” Voltage sometimes gets aired at midweek. Kenny Drake has found the cast iron, doubtless formula to shoot up ratings like a junky and his spoon, and I couldnae be happier to be part of the hottest, fastest growing wrestling franchises in the world. And I am even more chuffed to bits to play my part in Voltage’s electrifying programming this week match of the night with my brother in arms, FInnegan Wakefield. Now I havenae stoen any money that he’s been saving up for his gran’s hip replacement. And there has not a Mrs Irónico for him to have had a long and steamy affair with. We don’t really have any grievances and dirty laundry to hang out, I am afraid to say, but we’ll end up taking lumps out of eachother all the same because just like all the best participants of those kind of garbage tv shows, we are only in it to be the centre of attention, to get our faces on the screen when everyone is watching. To get our 15 minutes of fame. Well, hopefully more than 15 minutes. Finn has said that he wants to hold onto that championship for a long time to come. He wants to make a name for himself and be the head of this division and i think he’d be mighty fine at that job.

Of course, along the way he has got to jump through a hoop or two. And that next obstacle that he needs to squeeze past is me. I’ll make some promises right here everybody. This is gonny be a tight match. Tighter than a nun’s arsehole, or a gnat’s vagina, and even tighter than my fucking wallet. Finn’s already let that cat out of the bag. Yeah. I am a pretty tight bastard at the best of times and that is nae about to change. Especially not with the New Breed championship on the line. Yous see, the one difference between Voltage Lucha and the Jerry Springer show that spawned it is that there won’t be a single security guard in that ring. Not a fucking one, laditos. There will be no holding either of us back, so finally...FINALLY you can all experience the kind of alcohol and ketamin fuelled ruck that Jerry and Jeremy promised you but never really fully delivered on. And all from the safety of your own homes. Well done again, Kenny. You have given everyone just what they have always wanted. I salute you.

And Finney...from the bottom of my heart, good luck to you. It wouldn’t be nice to lose my first shot at a title and pity pint or not, if it turns out that way then I WILL be a winging mard about it. But I’d get over it. All hypothetical of course, I’ll be on my worst bucky fuelled rampage so you better watch yourself. Our amigoship is the most valuable thing to me, you know that, and there is no chance in hell that we are throwing that away over this. But I advise you to get in touch with a good counselor, Ladito. Since beating Moongoose you have been raising up that New breed Championship like your own bairn, watching it grow under your careful hands. But you may be surprised that our little test tomorrow reveals the baby belongs to me.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 11:36 pm by **Shaker Jones**

Voltage promo - My turn

"Alive and Amplified" by the mooney suzuki blares through the arena as Shaker Jones makes his entrance.

Nick Angel: This is quite a surprise I did not expect Shaker to be out here tonight.

Shaker gets into the ring and is handed a microphone.

Shaker: Hello EAW Universe!!!!!!

The crowd chants Shaker's name wildly.

Kawajai: He sure is getting a good reception.

Shaker: So I am what some people would call another losing streak. I lost my match last week and the week before. But that doesn't phase me. I look as losses as chances to improve and see what I have done wrong.

Shaker: My opponent this week is the great Mongoose McQueen. McQueen I have a lot of respect for you and what you've done for this place. You were even a former New Breed Champion. You have done things that I have yet to achieve.

Shaker: I see you're working out, good for you. But so have I, may I please direct your attention to the titantron.

The titantron shows Shaker working out on his farm lifting bales, running feeding the animals and do forth.

Shaker: As you can see I am working out too, but in a different way. I am a simple man I come from simple means and I have always lived by the creed that "you use what you have". And being a farm boy all my life that's what I'm doing. I like to do things the old fashioned way. Don't get me wrong I do a lot of training in the gym. But the past few weeks have reminded me that I needed to go back home, clear my head and start fresh.

Shaker: Now McQueen I thank you for your kind words but do not underestimate me. You see this match as a cake walk, I see as a chance to rise my stock in this company, if I can beat a man of your stature, then I will show the company just what kind of man I am.

The crowd chants Shaker's name.

Shaker: You see, if you underestimate someone that can be your downfall. Now you've done a lot in this business McQueen, and I think by now you would remember the basics. Never ever underestimate your opponent or he will get the jump on ya, maybe even a win.

Shaker: Now you wanna walk around here being cocky, like this isn't a big match, well to me it is. I am more focused now than ever. I have been training, thinking doing everything I can to prepare for this match. I will show the EAW fans, the company, but most importantly myself, that I can be the superstar I always new I would be, I always new I could be, and not you, not EAW is going to stop me. I will climb my way to the top and McQueen it starts with you. You're going to destroy me? Not a chance McQueen, you are looking at a different Shaker Jones, a more confident Shaker Jones, a more focused Shaker Jones.

Shaker: Losing is not in my comfort zone, I came here for one reason and one reason only to be the best, and If I have to beat the best to do so then so be it.

Shaker: McQueen, buckle your self in cause this is gonna be a bumpy ride through Pain City. We'll make a few stops along the way, at DDT street, at suplex boulevard, maybe take a little stroll down me kicking your ass avenue!!!!!.

The crowd starts chanting "Pain City".

Shaker: I will be a stepping stone for no one. Not even you McQueen. Get ready cause your in for the fight of your life!!!!!

Shaker drops the mic.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 11:30 pm by **Lars Grier**

VOLTAGE PROMO #4

Did you not listen to a fucking word I said?

I tried helping you. I tried giving you advice. I was telling you and the rest of the world why that storm of rage you have inside of you is a dangerous thing to harbour, not for me, but for yourself. I dedicated my breath, my thoughts and my words to explaining to you the emotion of anger and how it can make you self-implode, but clearly you didn’t give a shit. You blocked out my words, you chose to completely ignore half of the shit I said, and proceeded to go full retard. You wish to tear my limbs apart from their sockets, drink my blood once you suck me dry then spit it back to my face; and I can’t help but to wonder whether or not I should laugh or cry. Calling me a nerd, saying I’m some intellectual who you will send “back to the library.” But you don’t get it. You don’t understand, I’m not trying to spout some philosophical bullshit I found in a university textbook - I’m using common sense. Common sense, meaning a functional brain with the future in mind. Your rage….it is a fire. A blazing, raging fire that continues to burn and flicker inside of you, waiting to just burst and become the supernova it has been anticipating to be. With each waking moment of your life, it continues to grow, scorching your innards and your soul, slowly and gradually burning what’s left inside of you to ash. Here’s what common sense is, TLA: Common sense is knowing your faults, it is knowing your weaknesses and how you can try and fix them. Common sense is knowing your strength and the way forward to glory, and knowing that if you let your emotions take the reigns, you’re dead. You’re a walking corpse from the beginning of your journey unless you learn. I know what it feels like to have it possess you - it cost me a National Elite title match. It cost me the Grand Rampage, and it cost me at Pain for Pride. My rage wasn’t focused, it was going all over the fucking place as it seeped into everyone I encountered. There isn’t a day that goes by in which I don’t think about how I could’ve done better, where I don’t look back on it and see how shit I was. It’s those moments where I stop and think of the past, where I think of all the possibilities that could have happened where I would be standing today if I had learned. That….that is evolution. Albeit, in it’s smallest form, but still evolution nonetheless. Last week, I learned valuable, priceless lessons that I will never forget, but maybe, you’re right. Maybe I’m not prepared to face you, to pin your shoulders down to the mat, and be the eventual victor. By this point, I might be holding onto straws, but it’s the only fucking thing I can hold onto. I’m clinging onto hope, I’m desperate to secure this win, which is why I’ve been fighting harder and harder to try and convince you of The Raven, of how fucking dangerous I am when I am desperate.

You need to recognize that shit.

I wasn’t trashing Aren’s legacy, you fucking idiot. I was stating the obvious; at the end of his career, he was a broken husk of what he once was. He wasn’t the same man who won EAW Champion of the Year, or the same man who held that Pure Championship for as long as he did. He wasn’t the same man that he was when he beat you two years ago - he was changed, and not in a beneficial way. You perceive me saying that because he lost to complete rookies and looked like shit by the end of his career, means that I was disregarding everything he did before. I WASN’T! News flash; I’m not that fucking stupid! I know what Aren did. I know what championships he’s won, I know who he’s beaten and I know that eventually, he might be considered a legend and a Hall of Famer. Notice how I didn’t talk about how his Championship reigns didn’t matter? How I didn’t say anything across the lines of “Aren is trash, his titles don’t matter, he isn’t a valid example for you to use”? I didn’t disregard shit. I just observed what he acted like and was by the last steps of his career, and said that beating him in that I Quit Match wasn’t much of an accomplishment by that point. It doesn’t matter what he did at Territorial Invasion when he fought his hardest just for one more shot at gold. It doesn’t matter what sort of gratification you felt once you made him quit by hanging him off a fucking ledge. Maybe, on that night, he was ignited again. Maybe, for that night, Aren managed to push through and have the best performance of his life, and became the Aren who won the World title. Maybe, on that one, specific night, Aren had it again. He had his skills, he had his abilities in that ring back for one last ride, and maybe you and the fans realised it. You all saw that the fire in him that was slowly dying when he became a shell of what he once was starting up again, and he finished off his final performance with a bang. Maybe he gave a shit about the wrestling business that night. Maybe he truly did care, and saw it as one, final opportunity to be great again….but in the end, he’s gone. He’s done and dusted, at least for now, and while your win against him might hold a great deal of meaning for you, you know what the historians will say. You know what people who will look back on it say, when they use that victory against you: They will say Aren was decrepit. They will say he had become incompetent and lazy, and on that night he managed to get lucky to survive longer than usual. That’s what they will say in the future, and you can’t deny that. For you to call me immature and pathetic for simply stating the obvious makes me want to put my head in my hands and rub it in complete and utter disappointment. Disappointment at the fact that you would get so riled up over what was me mentioning his name in passing; disappointment over how you never did learn from my words. You see - this is what happens when you leave your rage unchecked. This is what happens when you let it take control over you, when you let it manipulate your words and your actions and make you say stupid shit like this. You should’ve heeded my warning, taken my advice, and be the TLA that we all know and love. You are angry, and you doubt yourself to the point where you’re unsure of what you’ll do when we eventually duel. You don’t even know what you’re going to fucking do in that ring, which is why you continue to be unsure and say “maybe” a hundred times in one fucking sentence. So eagerly, so hateful of me that you get so angry over the fact I mentioned a former great in passing. How can it be that you call me immature and pathetic, then in the same breath say you aren’t here to hate me? A complete contradiction of your words, which just goes to cement how the anger has affected you. As a matter of speaking, I’ll let the words of Jamie from last week confirm my claim: “Rational always trumps emotion.” You know that, but it’s proved to be too much for you this time. It’s….sad, to be honest. I wanted to face TLA in his right mind. I wanted to face the TLA I faced at Pain for Pride, the TLA Aren and so many others faced before. Not this abomination. You should know better already than to let anger control every part of you, but it looks you never do learn.

You let anger control everything about you….you’re a dead before the race even begins.

That’s the sad truth of it all, and it’s unfortunate I must have to show you win my actions rather than my words; the error of your ways. But still - I respect you. I respect you enough to agree with your sentiment: The stakes are high. All cards are layers out in front of us; anything could happen at anytime. We play a dangerous game of chess where we have no idea who’s going to break from the pressure mounting upon us, and you’re right, for one thing. We don’t need to be scared of each other - we just need to recognize. Both of us need to recognize the danger, the threat, and the abilities we all bring to the table when we meet on Voltage. None of us can underestimate each other; you do that, and you take the fall down into the pit of spikes and defeat. Neither of us can stop fighting, and battling for what we want, and if we see a window of opportunity to gain the upper hand over the other, we will take it. Yeah - we’ll have a great match. We’ll both fight until we have nothing left, to the point where we have to hold onto each other for leverage to stand, to fight. Indeed, we don’t see eye to eye on many things in this world, but what we can agree on is that our duel will either make or break us. For once, I’ll let the benefit of the doubt take it’s course.

We both want to win this. We both want to recover from our piss-poor performance last week.

But you know...there can only be one who stands in the end.

And I will be damned if it isn’t me.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 10:42 pm by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 69^(ha): Raise our glasses

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"There is no mistaking that regardless of the result tomorrow night, the local pub will be echoing the sound of clinking glasses, Ironico. However, there will be no pity pints at the table. Pity is not something we should be wetting our whistles with under these circumstances, instead, we should raise our glasses to the match that we’ll undoubtedly steal the show with. We’re hungry young lads who are as competitive as they come. Thus far we’ve knocked every single opportunity pitched to us out of the park, and tomorrow we’ll have the opportunity to show that We Are The Bollocks has no weak links. We’ve evolved together, brought the best out of each other as a collective, and we’re going to show Memphis, Tennessee not only how much we have improved, but how determined and driven we are. Of course, with my New Breed Championship on the line, the stakes are a little too high for this to just be a friendly scrum like the first time we stepped into the ring against each other. You and I are going to fight with the same intensity, the same drive and the same focus as we would wrestle anyone else in the world. So let’s just lay all the cards out on the table and see who is holding the better hand. I know that you’re not afraid to “pick my pocket” (or so you’ve put it) to become the EAW New Breed Champion, and honestly I am not surprised by it. Nor am I discouraging an attempt to do so. As I said many of times before, I welcome the toughest of challenges, with their differing styles, philosophies and motives. You’re no exception and if you seek to become the New Breed Champion, you should know that I am more than prepared to give you the fight of your life and the fight of mine to hold onto it. And I have no doubts in my mind you’ll do the same to try and capture it. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I accept the challenge with a smile on my face because I know this is the competition we’ve both been seeking, the competitive spirit that needed to be ignited for our match in the finals of the Tag Team Grand Prix.

Right you are, you can be quite the fighter when you’re not just goofing around and causing behavioural havoc with your drunken shenanigans. That’s what made it so funny when people were saying I was teaming up with a distraction at best. Because I knew what you were beneath the surface of your behaviours and I called you what you always were; you were the secret weapon of We Are The Bollocks. People underestimated you and that’s when their fate was sealed when you brought your absolute A-Game. But that’s not a mistake that I can fall for. I am not only completely aware of your full potential, not only am I aware of the skill level you possess, but I know your weaknesses as well as you know mine, if not more so. I have you analysed from your pros all the way down to your cons. When I have someone strategically mapped out like I have you mapped out, you know that I take you as a serious threat and have to plan out my every move and counter. Like a game of chess, I have almost everything set into motion for a checkmate. But you’ve always been a little bit of an X-factor. You always manage to do something I don’t predict one way or the other. When I think I have all the answers, you always seem to find a way to change the question. It’s why you’re an effective partner, as well as a worthy opponent. I can plan out a match between us from start to finish, but there is always room to improvise and improvise is what I will have to do if you throw a curveball my way. But like we as individuals and like we as a team have always done, even when we’re pitched a curve ball we slug it out of the park.

Despite my previous concerns, my thoughts of what the result would bring to the We Are The Bollocks game plan, I am looking forward to this match just as much if not more so than the overall finals of the Tag Team Grand Prix. In the end, I don’t believe it matters who walks away with the championship, as it will stay with WATB one way or the other. But soon, we’re going to be adding those Tag Team Grand Prix trophies as well as the Tag Team Championships into the treasury. But you know how hard I will fight to keep this New Breed Championship around my waist. You know how strongly I believe in the promise I made to bring this title back to its former glory and make it a title worth everyone's fighting for. You know my vindication to become one of the best. So you also know that I will be giving you no less than the best of Finnegan Wakefield to keep the title where it is, despite the nobility I present when the time eventually comes to separate from it. Tomorrow isn’t going to be that day. Nor will it be any day in the near future if I have anything to say about it. All I can promise you Ironico is that one way or the other, I will hold no hard feelings towards you. You'll still be my dear friend and my tag team partner regardless of the outcome. We'll go to the local pub like we always do, afterwards. But as I said, neither of us will be swallowing down a bitter pill and washing it down with a pity pint. Instead, we will celebrate the fact that we went out there and showed everyone what the two of us are capable of. Because that is, always has been and always will be the We Are The Bollocks way!"

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 10:42 pm by **Cage.**

I'll be honest. I'm a dick, douchebag, scumbag, any thing resulting to below higher standards is Diamond Cage. I do things just to fucking do it because nobody tells me what to do, I don't follow authority, I don't follow rules, I don't comply with others and I sure as hell don't care for some tag team match. But a receipt was handed for my actions, I won't pretend and say I didn't deserve that superkick, but I'll be honest, I've done more for Theron then I've done for anyone in my entire life. I sacrificed my barbwire 2x4 for him to fuck up and not even win the EAW Championship, I sacrificed my fucking time coming down there and handing him the handcuff key, I've done things that is way out of my control, not in my nature to care for another one. So yes I played games with the little son of a bitch, and he got me back, now I'm pissed off and all I can do is sit here with my baseball bat and reminisce over what happened, I can handle this a variety of ways. I could split your fucking head open with this bat and end this little referee shtick which is basically “screw over Diamond Cage as much as you want because we don't want him to make it to Road To Redemption”, I already know what it is and trust me I'm not paranoid, I know on my Road To my redemption there's a lot of bumps and hurdles and cracks leading to pits that people don't think I'll crawl out of of but if there's one thing proven about me other than my opponents in this match is that I'm indestructible, I can't die, I refuse to die. When this world finally goes to shit only two things are gonna remain, cockroaches and Diamond Cage. Something that's weighing really heavy on my mind recently is just this lie, the lie of this being a preview of Road To Redemption because it's not, just like it wasn't with HBG. This is a lame ass trailer that obviously has Theron being a factor in this match because I was being kind of a dick to him last week and they want their boy to get his little revenge on little ole Diamond Cage, this match is my match to lose.

They want me to lose, and honestly I don't care if I lose, I don't care of Rex wins this match with the help of Theron. Because I'll still be here and that's the problem, I keep coming back because no one has the balls to take this obsolete racehorse Diamond Cage and finally put a bullet in my neck to leave me in the dirt. This company has gotten soft, this world has gotten soft, we live in a society of cowards and I work in a company full of cowards, I'm the last real shooter in this world, Theron is a gimmick, with his stupid coat, his stupid umbrella and his stupid attempt at trying to standout when he's like everyone before him, another Moonlight Predator another Colin Kaline, you know guys who were suppose to be carrying EAW? And Rex, I'll be completely honest with you, I don't give a damn about you, you must have me mistaken as someone who cares about what you have to say, but your right. I'm a reckless son of a bitch, I wear my thoughts and my emotions on my sleeve, I can't help it. I see something high I wanna jump off it, I see something sharp that could tear flesh off the bone and I want to use it, It's funny as hell to me and to others it's recklessness but you got a get a little “crazy” to survive in this world, you have to be a little reckless in the match we are about to be in. So take this match as your training, you are stepping in the ring with the most dangerous man walking the world before you step into the most dangerous environment into the world and I simply would tell you tread lightly but you don't know any better. Naive, young, another one of these geeks who think Diamond Cage is just out of his league against you punks, Diamond Cage just can't cut it anymore and very soon he's going to be gone again and maybe this time forever. That's what you want, that's what everyone in EAW wants. They don't want Diamond Cage to once again enter this chamber and take the EAW World Championship, they don't want Diamond Cage to hold this company hostage as the kingpin of this company.

They'd prefer a Theron, they'd prefer a Rex, because you guys are homegrown, I wasn't suppose to happen and when I did this company became a fucking nightmare but not just for them for me too because I cared too much. I CARRIED THIS FUCKING COMPANY ON MY BACK AND YOU HAVEN'T CARRIED SHIT, THERON HASN'T CARRIED SHIT, HBG HASN'T CARRIED SHIT! I carried this company on my back without that fucking title and damn it I'm still the heart and soul of this fucking place, I'm real. I'm reality like none other and all of you are the fantasy, this spoon fed bullshit that this company feeds and that you guys try to feed people is just more of the reason as to why I can't leave. More reason as to why I need to cause more chaos, more havoc, I need to put pain and suffering on those who think they'll put pain and suffering on me, you guys aren't going to break me, you guys aren't going to stop me and you sure as hell won't prevent what I know is going to happen. Diamond Cage is going to make it to Road To Redemption, Diamond Cage is going to survive the chamber, Diamond Cage is walking out of Road To Redemption with the EAW World Championship, or I'll die trying, and if I'm leaving that chamber empty handed, I'm taking as many of you straight to hell with me. Do me a favor Theron, do this company a favor, I NEED TO PERISH RIGHT? THEN DO IT, JUST FUCKING DO IT, PUT ME OUT OF MY FUCKING MISERY OR JUST STOP TALKING!! Everything you speak, I don't believe it, I don't believe you have any bone in your body that will allow you be a catalyst to the destruction of Diamond Cage. I've come closer getting rid of myself than anyone in EAW has ever in trying to take me out, You think I sweat some dude who didn't earn his way into this match? You was handed this and that just spells out your generation, handed everything and then you pretend like you worked for shit, like you deserve shit, you make me sick, you disgust me. You are everything wrong with this show, this company and this dumbass world. Once again a society of cowards, a company of cowards, but oh there's people out there, you call them Diamond Cage fans I call them people with a fucking brain. Who see through your bullshit and all the others with their bullshit, preaching their propaganda. But the passion that I have, the fire that burns within Diamond Cage, has burned over and turned into a fucking inferno and this passion, this recklessness, this rage and unbridled intensity will not be my downfall, it will not be my end but I swear to any god you believe in, I swear to you, I swear to my life it will not be my depravity but instead will be my salvation. Never fear, I'm still here, and I am not going anywhere.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 10:14 pm by **TLA**

LAS ESTRATEGIAS

The camera cuts to TLA sitting at a table in the gym as he takes a break from working out. TLA’s laptop is shown sitting in front of him as he watches videos of wrestling matches on the EAW Network. Only $69.69!

TLA: So you want to know why I lose matches Lars? Well as a culero once said join the fucking club. I still be figuring that shit out for myself. That’s why I push myself every day. In the gym. In the ring. Work thru yo weaknesses. Figure out yo strengths. Devise new strategies in that ring. You wanna know why I be comin’ at my opponents with the same strategy erry damn time? I can’t answer that question for you Lars cuz I don’t do that shit. Like I pointed out before in each of my matches with our World Heavyweight Champion I came closer than the time before to capturing that gold. That ain’t the result of just doing the same damn thang over and over again. Even at Burning Desire I decided to get a lil dirty. And I ain’t gonn’ lie to you Lars when you in the ring with me that shit’s always a possibility. I might just decide to pull out a sledgehammer with the referee down and see just what happens next! At Ground Zero I ain’t even had to cheat I felt that shit up in mah hands before it was snatched away by that dirty lil puta Cameron Ella Ava. So when you be comin’ at me with that shit yo entire question flawed from the start. You shouldn’t be askin’ TLA why he use the same damn strategy every damn time. You should be askin’ TLA why he be using a different strategy every damn time and still can’t capture that gold. Now that shit’s a fair question. The answer to that one really be that that shit is easier said than done. Maybe you will be better at it than I was. You got into this company quicker than I did. You got a title shot faster than I did. Like I said you got that potential. I got a lot of pride in myself and my work. I can be an arrogant motherfucker at times. But that don’t mean I can’t spit out that truth neither even if it ain’t that truth that makes me look good. I ain’t found a winning strategy yet. At least not when it comes to that World Championship. If I had then we wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation.

But that ain’t an excuse to stop trying.

TLA: I made a mistake at Ground Zero thinking that I could trust Cameron Ella Ava. I made a mistake on Voltage thinking that I could trust Jamie O’Hara. These are mistakes that I don’t intend on making again. I come out in front of the millions and millions of EAW fans and I proclaim that one day I will get the job done. One day I will find that winning strategy and I will deliver that L to Jamie O’Hara or whoever the World Heavyweight Champion ends up being. You ain’t gotta believe me. None of the wrestlers backstage gotta believe me. These fans ain’t gotta believe me. You know who gotta believe me? I do. I gotta believe in myself. Cuz if I stop then I might as well have given up. You can protest it all you want Lars. You can say that I be fuckin’ loco cuz I keep on keepin’ on. Shit ain’t always logical but I do that shit anyway. But you can be damn sure that I object to you sayin’ that I am just aimlessly doin’ the same shit again and again. Cuz that ain’t me holmes. That ain’t beastin’ stronger or feastin’ longer. I’ve travelled all over the world learning this shit. Learning new moves. Picking up new styles. I’ve come a long ass way since them days I been battlin’ on them streets where these hands was my only weapons. But just cuz I got more moves in mah arsenal now don’t mean I ain’t still gonna give you these hands.

You gonna catch them for sure.

TLA: Cuz maybe you ain’t experienced enough loss to understand. Maybe takin’ that loss to Jamie ain’t enough for you to figure it out. You think you learned from that ass whipping. You think you gonna just evolve and come up with some new strategy that’s gonna solve everything you did wrong. You think that you gonna get it right this time. Maybe you will. Maybe you just that smart that you know exactly what it will take to beat Jamie next time. More power to you dawg. Go out there and do it. But what if you can’t? What if your new strategy, your latest evolution gets you back nothing but another shiny L to put on yo shelf of trophies? Will you still believe in yo self then? Will you still be able to say that you can simply evolve? Will you be able to put yo self up on that pedestal and brag about how losses don’t affect you like everyone else? You say that you learned from this loss. You learned not to get caught up in yo own ego. You learned not to say stupid shit. You learned to step outside yo bubble and face that reality. Don’t get me wrong. These are all important lessons that you gotta drill into yo cabeza but are you sure it will be enough? I don’t think you can really know. If you think that you can come into this match and expect the same old TLA the same old shit that I supposedly do every week then I don’t think it is. I don’t think you’ve actually studied up on me and watched my matches over the years. I don’t think you’ve prepared enough for this match.

I don’t think you can beat me.

TLA: I hope that you disagree. I hope that you try to prove me wrong. Whether you beat me or not I hope that you show to the entire world that you ain’t just Jamie’s bitch. Let the whole world see just how much stronger you’ve become. Cuz it can’t make you any worse right? You need this shit. You desperate as fuck. Bueno. Come get it. But you best believe that victory far as fuck from assured when you step in the ring with TLA. Right here on Voltage, can you be the first man to actually beat me? I ain’t talkin’ about no screwjob victories like Jamie and Cam got over me. I mean can you really beat me? Can you do it cleanly or do you gotta find another way? Now that would be impressive. You pull it off and you the only man so far who could. You get them bragging rights over everybody. Even the champ can look at you and say that he didn’t do that shit. He ain’t put down the Mexican Mutilation Machine cleanly. He ain’t dropped the Voltage Franchise without help from he bitch. You get that in and you can get that confidence in. I give no fucks tho. I ain’t yo shrink I be here to fuck you up. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. All fair game tho trust me I’m prolly a lot nicer than a lot of the pendejos backstage.

I’m nice enough to tell you in advance that imma whip that ass.

TLA: I been watching and living this sport since before I can remember. I know exactly the kinda people who populating that locker room. There be all kinds of bad hombres back up in there. I knew going into Ground Zero the potential for Cameron Ella Ava to reveal herself as a backstabbing ho. I gave them the benefit of the doubt. Even if they got beef with me, they wouldn’t disrespect themselves like that. I was wrong. Shit’s a sad time for this business. Jamie O’Hara was on route to the perfect World Heavyweight Championship reign. One without any asterisks beside any of his wins. Can’t say that anymore. Cameron Ella Ava a hero to little girls worldwide! Breaking barriers for women! She’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no man! Well turns out she did need a man. I lost a match. They lost so much more than that. One day they gonna look back and recognize that. They too ignorant for that shit right now. But they gonna learn and they gonna get real mad. You right tho Lars. It is dangerous to get angry. Dangerous for you. Cuz you gonna get one pissed off son of a bitch up in that ring goin’ ruthless and savage on yo ass. Gonna rip you limb from limb like a motherfucker. Gonna bleed you dry and drink that shit then spit it back in yo face. Gonna rip that skin off yo bones and feed it on down to Steroid Dawg cuz she hungry as fuck. Maybe when we in that ring together I ain’t gonna be ragin’ like I thought. Maybe I ain’t got no beef with you. Maybe you ain’t enough to get mah anger flowin’. Or maybe I just need to get it out my system. Let all that pent up shit out. Let it out on you not that you deserve it but cuz you just happen to be standin’ in my way this week. Gonna bully the fuck outta you ruthlessly. Gonna lecture the fuck outta me with yo blind rage bullshit braggin’ to me ‘bout all that intelligence n shit. Gonna drop yo nerd ass send you crawlin’ on back to the library you came from. Some people just don’t get the advantages of blind rage mode. They think yo just be conservative. Play it smart. Take it slow and stick to that strategy and it will all fall into place like some chess match. But they be imposin’ them rules and restrictions on they selves. I ain’t never seen a game of chess that couldn’t have been ended by some savage vato flippin’ the table and punchin’ they opponent straight between the eyes. When you be goin’ berzerk you be throwin’ out all of them rules. All options are open to you and you pick whatever the fuck you want cuz it might not even be logical but you gonna go for it anyway. You gonna take that risk cuz it gonna savage some motherfucker. Maybe you ain’t even listening to the referee threaten to disqualify you. But you give no fucks cuz you gonna inflict that pain anyway. You think it ain’t gonna do any good but it will. Sometimes you just gotta go beast mode and fuck all with them consequences. Will I feel like shit later? Prolly but them imma just roll me up some of that good hierba and chill.

But am I really gonna do you like that ese?

TLA: So many strategies we be discussing all of them. They all got they strengths, they all got they flaws. At least we provin’ the shit you said wrong tho. Provin’ that we some unpredictable motherfuckers who ain’t content to just stick to our fallback strategy. To just stick to puttin’ in a good enough effort and hope for the best. Nah we provin’ right quick that we in this to win this. Ain’t much time left. So many strategies which one am I gonna pick? Am I gonna go in and put on a classic five star old school rasslin’ match? Am I gonna come hoppin’ out that sky with some of them awe inspiring lucha skills? Am I gonna wrap my self round that arm and make you tap out submission style? Or will I just go off in beast mode and start fuckin’ you up with these hands like we back on them streetz. Or maybe imma come up with somethin’ else that I ain’t even talked about. Some super secret plot that you ain’t even thought of yet fixin’ to catch you off guard. Could be a hybrid of all them styles, ready for everything type motherfucker. Shit’s real hard to decide on. But imma make a choice. I can do anything in that ring all I gotta do is do the right thing. Shit’s easier said than done but imma make a choice. You ain’t gonna no what that choice is. You ain’t gonna know what to expect, but expect the fight of yo life cuz I may not be the World Heavyweight Champion here on Voltage…

But I’m the closest thing to it and you gonna find out exactly why that is.

TLA: I’m not trying to scare you. To make you fear what you gonna get in this match. That’s up to you. You say you know exactly what you’re gonna get stepping into the ring with me. You’ve seen what I’ve done to people in that ring before. If that shit don’t scare you then more power to you. I wouldn’t have that shit any other way. I sure as shit ain’t afraid of you. I ain’t afraid of yo dark and edgy nicknames like The Raven or whatever else you be callin’ yo self. I ain’t afraid of takin’ an asswhipping cuz you say you gonna give me one. I believe you dawg. I believe that you need this and you gonna fight to put me down harder than you ever have for any match in yo career. Cuz this may be the opening match on the card but make no mistake… this main event level shit right here holmes. This is some heavy shit and we gonna have the entire world be watchin’ to see what happen next. I honestly ain’t even got a beef with you aside from the shit you said about Aren but maybe I should be more understanding there too. I mean you wasn’t the one fightin’ to the death with that motherfucker at Territorial Invasion. So maybe you can’t possibly understand. All you see is a washed up veteran who lost matches to rookies and then lost to me and retired cuz he couldn’t compete in this sport anymore. You prolly ain’t the only one who thinks that. I don’t. I was there in the ring with Aren, and for as much as he may have been burnt out, as much as he may have been ready to call it a day on his wrestling career, for that night only I felt it. I felt the return of the real Aren Mstislav stepping up into that ring as good as he ever was. I felt the fanbase all around us they recognized that shit too. They recognized that he still got it. So nah I ain’t gonna see eye to eye on you with this shit. You can talk shit about all my opponents trying to undermine my successes. You can ignore what anyone who actually watched that match saw, just how hard that motherfucker could actually go. But you ain’t gonna convince me that Aren ain’t gave a shit about this business on that night. On that night he showed me more resilience and more passion for this business than I’ve seen in a long ass time. For you to completely disregard all of that because you want to act like I ain’t achieved shit winning that match shows not only complete ignorance but complete disrespect for Aren’s legacy. It shows exactly how immature you are and how much more you still need to learn about this business. You think that it’s petty because I want to defend a man from your bullshit lies and hatin’ ass then you can call me petty all you want. It don’t mean shit coming from you. Like the fact that he retired after somehow makes his effort and career defining performance in that match somehow any less you can fuck outta here brah. It’s actually kinda pathetic watching you try to turn around yo disrespect of a legend back on me calling me low just cuz I called you out on it.

You gonna need all the hustle in the world if you wanna match what he brought on that night.

TLA: I ain’t here to hate tho dawg. You free to believe whatever the fuck you want to believe. That’s that shit that make this country free and ain’t nobody gonn’ take away that freedom ever again. I be here to challenge yo beliefs, fight for mine, and then ultimately throw down in that ring and let the people decide what side they on. We may not see eye to eye on everything but you shown me more respect this week than most of my opponents here on Voltage have so respect due back to you dawg. On a different day in a different week I’d have no sweat stickin’ beside yo ass and fightin’ together to take down some hatin’ ass lil hoppas. But that ain’t the game this week. This week we know the stakes. We know what’s comin’ up at Road to Redemption. This about climbin’ that ladder to the World Heavyweight Championship where only one man can make it to the top. I ain’t underestimatin’ yo ass none dawg. When you got a prize that sexy waitin’ for you up there… you can’t count nobody out! Even the least experienced vatos can pull off some crazy shit with them kind of stakes. When we step in that ring it ain’t gonna matter how we feel about Aren, it ain’t gonna matter how many more championships I’ve won that you, it ain’t gonna matter how many losses we’ve taken in the past. We gonna blow up the entire arena and lay down a match in that ring that the people of Memphis ain’t gonna soon forget! We gonna bring a fight that every luchador in the locker room watching gonna be pissin’ they pants watching cuz they know they ain’t gonna be able to follow us up! We gonna bring a fight that’s gonna make every fan out there watching order an EAW Network subscription if they ain’t got one already cuz they gonna want more after we get thru! We gonna single handedly sell out Road to Redemption cuz TLA vs. Lars Grier deserves more than one round! We gonna leave it all in the ring and when that dust be settled we gonna know exactly which one of us…

Beasts stronger and feasts longer.

TLA leans back and turns back on the EAW Network as he continues to devise his strategy for his next match. The camera fades to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 9:47 pm by **Amadeus**

"Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

Open on Amadeus, walking through a garden during the last light of the day. Once again, he wears his white suit, and wields a watering can in one hand, generously splashing the brightly colored flowers as he walks.

"The words of W.B. Yeats, an Irish poet of the early 20th century. I'm not much for poetry myself and would be hard pressed to conjure up more lines from Yeats' work off the top of my head, but that poem, 'Aedh Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven' sticks in my mind. One, because it's quite short, and two, because of my own fixation with dreams. I was Aedh from this poem, back when I was Dynamo Go. Just a poor kid I was, though I wanted to spread out the cloths of the skies before everyone. I wanted to have the golden and silvery light of a title to show before everyone. Alas, all I had were my dreams. But now, I realize the power that dreams hold. I realize how precious they are. That is why I work so hard to crush the dreams of those that I cross in the ring. To test them, to put them under pressure, to push them to their breaking point. Only when people truly invest in their dreams, fight to preserve them though their bodies are broken, they still cling to the shards of their hopes ... that one faint glimmer might catch their eye ... only then to people transcend from a mere fighter to a warrior. Because when you fight to hold onto your dreams -when you value them over your life- you fight harder than you can possibly imagine. How else are we able to be battered and beaten, bleeding out our lives, yet still have the perseverance to kick out one more time. Much as you belittle TLA, much as you may dislike his methods and his motivations, you must admit that though he is not on your level, Jamie O'Hara, he is one that truly fights for his dreams. TLA is a warrior. Even if dreams break and shatter, you can still pick up the pieces, if you care enough. And while up to this point I've always talked about other people's dreams, this Sunday is about my dreams. I put them on the line against you, Jamie O'Hara. I lay my dreams out before you, and you will tread upon them. Not softly ... no, not softly at all. You'll kick and twist, stomp and cut them. Drive your knees into them til they crack. But I will fight on, Jamie O'Hara. No matter if they are as twisted and broken as my body afterwards, I will cling to those shards. And if you give me the chance, I will jab the broken pieces into your heart."

Amadeus continues his leisurely stroll through the garden, continuing to douse the plants. As the dying rays of the sun hit the flora he's already watered, there's a noticeable sheen on them, something not akin to water.

"Everyone it seems has the wrong idea about Nightmare and The Sanatorium. 'Gothic' is always the word that people use to describe us. Certainly we have our morbid moments, and certainly that does describe some of our members, some of our tastes, but I've always worked to keep a distance between myself and 'gothic' things. Occasionally I dip into it, but I still resent the implication that 'gothic' is the only way to describe us. 'Gothic' is an art style, it's a visual/audio style, but it espouses no set paradigm or creed. 'Gothic' is a term that only goes skin deep. People -even you, Jamie O'Hara- have the tendency to judge us simply by looks. On second glance, maybe you look a little deeper, and I give you credit for that. But most don't even spare a second glance. Fun fact, your respect that you've shown me does actually mean something to me. To many times, I've seen speeches here devolve into slinging epithets and delusional, self-aggrandizing rhetoric. Clarity of speech, acknowledgement of the opposition's skill ... these things are often lost. I do appreciate it when a somewhat civil tongue is kept. There will be more than enough barbarism when we meet in the ring, after all. I always try to keep those rarities alive when I speak. I want to build my opponent's up, higher and higher, stoke within them the flames of passion and pride, so that when I overcome them, it is all the more sweeter. A victory that I can feel pride in. I don't need to do that with you, though. You already have that passion and pride, the flames stoked up to an immolating heat. But sometimes, these words fall in the mud as pearls before swine. I try to build up my opposition, but the words are wasted on those like Tech Venom or Harvey Yorke. The chaff that needs to be weeded out. Yes, Jamie O'Hara, it's not your fault that people like those exist in EAW. You are not to blame for that. I even believe you when you say that you want to inspire the best out of people, to face the best, to be the best, to make Voltage the best. But this is where I separate Jamie O'Hara the Man from Jamie O'Hara the Champion. Jamie O'Hara the Man is perhaps the toughest son of a bitch in EAW, a peerless warrior, and a man deserving of respect and accolades. Jamie O'Hara the Champion is a symbol of the stagnation and decay that pervades Voltage. Try as he might to say that he wants to elevate Voltage and bring it prestige, he's failed on these attempts, even though he continues to triumph in the ring. I know Jamie O'Hara the Man is trying, but Jamie O'Hara the Champion hangs like an albatross around Voltage's neck. Personally, I think that a Jamie O'Hara that is angry and bitter, bent on reclaiming what he believes is his would be a breath of fresh air on Voltage, would contribute to the burning that needs to cleanse this place."

Amadeus leaves the garden, sadly regarding the watering can for a moment. He shrugs and tosses it over his shoulder.

"But that's not something that going to happen this Sunday. No, I step into the ring with Jamie O'Hara the Man, the most dangerous opponent here on Voltage, to strike a blow at Jamie O'Hara the Champion. Not a mortal blow. But a significant blow. An important blow. A small step in the direction towards the fulfillment of my dreams. Dreams that go beyond that of a failed Demon Council, dreams that go beyond even your championship gold, your aspirations of the Hall of Fame. But I unfurl them out before you, Jamie O'Hara the Man. Tread upon them, test them, break them, mock them. But they are my dreams, precious and valuable. I will cling to them, grasp them with all of my might. And I will plant them in the fertile soil of Voltage, after it has been burned. And you will see the grow from the ashes."

Amadeus pulls out a Zippo lighter and flicks it open smoothly, producing a small flame. He passes his hand through it briefly and then tosses it over his shoulder into the garden. Swiftly, the garden ignites, flames engulfing the flowers.

"Tread carefully, Jamie O'Hara. You tread upon my dreams."

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 9:08 pm by **Jack Ripley**

(Jack can be seen in his Reverend Ripley outfit in front of a mirror. Ever since the day he joined Ares and Lannister in holy matrimony.. Yeah I know how to say big words what up, wanna fight about it? Naw you ain't about that life. But I digress, Jack has found that being a reverend is actually pretty dopetastic, he's got the taste of Jesus, and it tastes sweet. Jesus is yummy, and he wants some more of dat. But not in a sexual way, he's married you freaks. He's fixing his collar, and ready to go out to join the couple. But right when he's ready to go out, he spies someone lurking.. Well he's creeping, and he's creeping, and he's creeping.. And he damn well got caught, cuz his beeper kept beeping.. Who still has a beeper in 2017? Take a guess)

Jack: Who goes there?!

(A sulking Interviewer sulks out from the shadows wearing a wedding dress, and a wig.)

Jack: Why.. Why do you do this?

Interviewer: I wanted to feel pretty.

Jack: Impossible, because you're gross.

interviewer: *sigh* I know I'm really hot, and all the girls want a ride on the tower of terror... But... But

Jack: Look I can't marry you to your hand, that's not how this works.

Interviewer: Oh, that's not what I wanted..

Jack: Well that's the only thing that would say yes.. Mostly because you would be the one saying the words for it.. But uh..

Interviewer: I'm already married?

Jack: To a human?

Interviewer: What? Yes!

Jack: Shocked.. This is shocking..

Interviewer: Well, was.. I'm divorced now.. I don't know if you knew this..

Jack: Shut up..

Interviewer: But I was an even sexier beast in my heyday, if you can even imagine that..

Jack: Stop talking..

Interviewer: Had flowing blonde locks, would get all the tang.. But I actually picked one of the many to be my wife..

Jack: You've been bald since birth

Interviewer: That's when all of this happened.. She left me

Jack: Holy shit I don't care..

Interviewer: Hey Reverend Ripley?

Jack: *sigh* Yes?

Interviewer: Do you do confessionals?

Jack: Hey

(Jack walks up to him and pats him on the shoulder)

Jack: I don't have time to listen to all your problems, I would be here for like a year straight.. Now I'm going to go marry some people who are drunk.. Because this is Vegas, and thats what we do. For the lord.

Interviewer: OMG, I should marry a drunk girl! Then I'll feel pretty!

(Interviewer rips off the dress to reveal him wearing just stirrups... Jack vomits.. He's never seen quite the combination of dough, acne, and blinding whiteness on an individual.)

Jack: I'm dying... Throwing up, this is the end. You killed me, why you do this?

Interviewer: I'm off! OFF TO FIND MY NEW WIFE!

(He runs off, and leaves Jack)

Jack: Wait you have to clean my vomit! This was all your fault! NO ONE TOUCH THIS VOMIT, HE HAS TO DO IT!

*AHEM* Well Lance, I'm glad we're on the same page here. You're going to lose to us because we are the most dominate team in EAW history, so there's really not much more to say about after that. You acknowledge we're going to win, and that you're most likely just going to wind up leaving mid match anyways. Quite honestly I don't know why this match is happening, other than the fact that we needed a team to wrestle, and you two had nothing else to do. You already squandered your opportunity to be a champion in this business, but you don't care right? Being a mid card champion doesn't interest you, being a tag team champion doesn't interest you. What the High Rollerz are up to doesn't matter. We created a very low ceiling for ourselves, a low ceiling that we accomplished very quickly, but that's just not for you.. Right? That's the gist of it? Well this very new point of tactic that you bring up is quite ground breaking, never heard it before, so i'm proud of you. Oh SIKE, I've heard it many times before, and I will tell you exactly what I tell everyone else. This has always been David and I's dream, to be in the most premier wrestling organization in the world, and be on top. When we were kids we would watch wrestling, and we'd do exactly what we saw on the tv on each other as kids do. We'd always tell each other that that would be us some day, and look at us now. Wouldn't you want to find success with your childhood friend? I know you didn't have friends growing up obviously, but if you did, if Peter your imaginary friend could actually wrestle with you, wouldn't you want to find success side by side with Peter? See you might find what we want as a low ceiling, but we don't. We're not in this for ourselves like you are, and every single selfish person in this company is, we don't have alternative motives, and it's not a bad thing. We came into this company and not even a year into it we're already looked at as the greatest of all time. We've made our mark in EAW like no one has, ever before. That's not something to scoff at, that's something to revel in. This isn't as easy as you may think it is, I mean, you can't have one person that's great, you need two equally talented people that are worthy of being top tier talent to carry the load for a year. I think our rate of success, and longevity of success speaks volumes of how we are as competitors. Could we become World Champions? Sure, of course we could, but that doesn't interest us. You see this world is very convoluted in the way it thinks, it's a me first mentality, but the High Rollerz, we are the most unselfish people you'll ever meet. If someday we did decide we wanted the World title, it wouldn't be one or the other, it would be both of us. You'd be looking at the first ever Co World Heavyweight Champions because the High Rollerz are all about breaking down those barriers, and doing things you've never seen before.

You just don't come across as a very smart person Lance. You don't care about the Tag Team Championships, you don't care about the National Elite Championship.. The only thing that you care about is the World title. Well sir, please tell me how you plan on accomplishing that goal? They don't just give out World Title opportunities to people that lose matches. They gave you a shot at the National Elite title to see if you could handle being a champion in any aspect.. And you failed. Now they're seeing if you could handle going up against the very top shelf in EAW, and you're already conceding. You're not a very well motivated individual, and that's why you'll fail. Hell that's why you've failed before, and then failed again. You had one of the easiest jobs in the world, Voltage GM, did you not? All you had to do was sit back, and make decisions, and you failed. This speaks volumes about who you are as a person, and if you can't see that well, let me explain how. EAW, and wrestling for that matter is all about decision making, making decisions under pressure and seeing if you can come out the other side unscathed. All you had to do was see who was winning, who was making waves, who were the ones that could get the job done and reward them. You made poor decisions and within what.. 4 months? You were out of the job. You couldn't think outside the box, and you couldn't make your mark on this company and you were out. Now you've crawled back to in ring competition where you.. let's be honest here.. Were handed a chance a chance at a title that not many actually the chance for. You're spitting on the chances that can get you to where you want to be. I mean lets look at who is in the Hall of Fame, let's look at the people that are looked at as icons, and let's see the people that have been World Champion. Have all these people just been World Champion? No, they weren't handed it, they worked for it. How? From the ground up. The were the National Elite Champion, they were the Interwire Champion, they were the Tag Team Champion. They showed that they were capable of being something more, before they were, and that's where the disconnect is with you. You don't understand that there's levels to this shit, you don't understand that you actually have to work for this. You don't understand how worthless you are, how utterly fucked you are in this company, because you think you have a silver spoon in your mouth when you don't.. Nor should you. You haven't worked for anything, you don't deserve anything. And while you let opportunity after opportunity pass you by because it "isn't what you want", you'll see something else happen. And that's wrestler, after wrestler, after wrestler, pass you by because they actually took what was given to them and ran with it. And it'll be at that time that you'll decide that you want a change to occur, but it'll be too late. You'll leave this company as a side note, maybe not even that, maybe you won't even be able to get anything worth mention. You'll be nothing more than an obscure trivia question that no one will know the answer to. Hell, you're not even going to be important enough to have a Wikipedia page. So go ahead and think that we have a low bar set for ourselves, and this match doesn't matter. Quite honestly it doesn't, for us.. Because you don't matter Lance, and you never will.

Then we have that piece of shit Black Mamba who can't even say our names right, what an asshole. High Rollers? Fuck off you donut. You have no attention to detail, therefore you will fail. If you don't even know who you're facing then why even show up? But whatever, you're the opposite of your strange bedfellow over there. You actually feel fortunate about what happened in that chamber yeah? You actually saw it as an opportunity.. Which makes it even sadder that you failed in doing so. I mean, you let EAW's biggest punch line Nobi, knock you out. How pathetic is that. I mean Nobi, the guy that has been here forever, and the guy that hasn't ever actually been able to do anything. Every time Nobi faces the High Rollerz, we fuck him up. We show everyone what kind of a joke he truly is. Do you know how many times he's tried to win our Tag Titles? Like Twice! That's more than one! And he failed. Even when he said he was doing it for Lioncross, he failed, which makes it even more pathetic. But enough of Nobi. You don't seem like a bad guy Mr. Mamba, but you definitely aren't a very good listener. Your partner legit said that he wants nothing to do with this and that's going to leave you. He conceded already, he's leaving. But you still want to get along with him, and do this to show that you're an up and comer that will accomplish great things. Yeah right. What you should do is get out while you still can. That way you don't have to get your ass kicked by the High Rollerz. That way you won't have to be embarrassed by the High Rollerz, because believe it or not.. Ha... Get it? No? Ripley... Jack Ripley.. Ripley's Believe it or Not? God I can't believe I had to explain that to you James, you're so dumb right now I can't even. But believe it or not you're going to get beat.. It's just going to be you out there, no one is going to help you. I don't care if you have this me vs. the world mentality, you're not going to beat the greatest tag team in EAW history, and that should be a given. We held those titles for the better part of a year, but those titles didn't define who we are. Did you watch the match that we had when we lost them? It was the greatest match this entire year, a back and forth contest that could've gone either way, but unfortunately, it didn't go ours. We're not a different team, if this defeat did anything, it made us stronger. We didn't know what defeat even felt like but now we know how to deal with it. We know what it's like to have the fire back inside, because yeah, those titles we had, they did collect dust. Time after time, foe after foe challenged us, and without question fell. It became routine, it was something expected. But now, we want them back, we want to be 3 time Tag Team Champions, and you two will be our unfortunate warm up victims. James you may hope that you and Lance get along, but he doesn't care. He will leave you, and you're going to get hurt, and then The High Rollerz will be high stepping to Road To Redemption to reclaim what is truly ours.. The Unified Tag Team Championships.

(Interviewer comes running back with a blow up doll.)

Interviewer: I found my wife!

Jack: It's a sex doll..

Interviewer: It's the best I could do on such short notice.

Jack: No one gave you time line.. This was something you decided to do under your own merit.. Anyways, clean up my vomit, I'm out fam

Interviewer: Oh ok..

(Interviewer gets on his hands and knees to clean the vomit using the sex doll)

Jack: Freak, Ok let's marry some people

(Jack walks off camera, and the camera fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 8:30 pm by **Davidson**

(David is seen backstage, sitting on a bean bag chair because why not? David is an adult and he makes adult decisions. He appears to be watching something, we don’t know what because of the camera angle. He has a notebook and a pencil. Just going to town with notes. He appears angry and rips the sheet of paper out, crumples it into a ball and throws it over his shoulder.. He starts writing again. At this time the interviewer approaches the scene.. This dude just stalks The High Rollerz. If you are seeing this dial 911 immediately, thanks. The interviewer inches closer and closer until he’s standing next to David. The interviewer sees an open space on the bean bag chair and goes to sit. This catches David off guard and pushes him off. It was self-defense. No harm no foul. The interviewer gets to his feet and brushes his shoulders off.)

Interviewer: Hey Davey Boy Fresh. What are you doing?

(David looks so confused. Davey Boy Fresh? Tf is he talking about? The interviewer obviously pictures himself as a close friend to The High Rollerz but nothing could be further from the truth. For the time being David just ignores him. But he keeps annoying him with awful questions. David finally breaks his silence.)

David: Can’t you see I’m busy? I’m trying to solve a crime.

Interviewer: What?

David: I’m watching American Vandal. Good show. Very underrated. 9.5 outta 10 would recommend to a friend. So therefore I wouldn’t recommend it to you.

Interviewer: *On the brink of tears* What why not?

David: Because you’re not a friend haha. You silly goose. But back to this Netflix show. Let’s go back in time for a split second. Around this time two years ago, all the rage was about Making A Murderer. Everybody felt bad for Steven Avery. Or actually his nephew got all the sympathy. Every last drop. But now it’s all about Dylan Maxwell, who was framed for a crime he did not commit.

Interviewer: Oh god that sounds serious. What was the awful crime?

David: Vandalizing cars.

Interviewer: Geez, what was written on the cars?

David: Dicks. Dicks were spray painted onto cars. I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of this and find out who was really behind it. Money is on Christa. What a sket.

Interviewer: Oh my god she’s just the worst. I mean I have no idea who she is but I’m a sheep and I just agree with everything you and Jack say.

David: Let’s stick with the dick theme for a second.

Interviewer: I don’t know David, EAW is supposed to be family friendly these days.

David: Nope too late, this is happening right now! Turn me and my bean bag chair towards the camera behind us.

(The interviewer struggles to move David but with a little elbow grease he manages to do it. He’s so proud of himself. David gives him a quarter and a Taco Bell gift card for his efforts.)

David: Hi there, tis I, David Davidson. One half of The High Rollerz, a Showdown elitist, which means I am obviously an EAW employee. Before I signed my name on the dotted line of my Elite Answers Wrestling contract, I worked at other places. Well just for a short period of time. This was before I found my passion for gambling. Made a boat load of money, but hey it’s whatever, that’s besides the point. While I worked at these other businesses, they had policies put in place. The most common one being sexual harassment. It was a very strict policy, a big no-no..and rightfully so. EAW, a multi-billion dollar company that continues to evolve and innovate, lacks such morals. A few weeks ago, I was not only sexually harassed, but assaulted as well. It happened during my singles match against Sebastian Lannister. A match I was seconds away from winning once I damn near kicked his head clean off his shoulders. In the words of the late great poet, Stewart Griffin IV, “victory was mine!” But Athena Vendetta, the girlfriend of Sebastian, had different plans as she reached around and grabbed my dick, ending the match immediately. Not even a pinch or a kick, but like a three second grab. At this point, I was shocked. Time felt frozen. But I was not the only one shocked in awe, oh no! Athena said five words that I’ll always remember during this altercation, “What? That can’t be possible!” Wait that’s five words right? Give me a second to count…okay, cool. Now when this happened, I was confused by her word choice. But then I came to the realization that Athena has been with Lannister for so long…since childhood, if I’m not mistaken…which means for her entire life, she thought every man on the planet had nothing down there. No Athena, we are all not mannequins down there. Soooo, since this incident, nothing has been done. She has not been suspended or fired or thrown into the slammer…not even a slap on the wrist! Everything has been swept under the rug, while I must continue to live my life, with this burden...with this memory, a memory that will haunt me for the rest of my life!! You see, I came to EAW to be a rassler or I guess an elitist. Since I’ve been here I’ve been a saint. Never done a single thing wrong. I’ve stayed in my lane. Lavar Ball would be proud of me. I didn’t come here to be objectified. Or to be treated as a piece of meat. So what if I’m a beefcake? Doesn’t mean you can just touch me wherever you want. Especially below the belt. I mean just think if the roles were reversed. What if I pulled a Donald Trump and grabbed her by the…well, you know where I’m going with this. The point is, there would be an uproar. It would be all over Yahoo and CNN…I’d be blacklisted from the entire wrestling industry and I would be labeled as a pervert. But like I said, nothing will be done. Brian Daniels won’t do us any favors because he still holds a grudge against the greatest tag team of all time, The High Rollerz, after what we did to him and his best friend. It’s fine. I just curl up in a ball every night and try to live through the trauma. It’s cool. I guess it’s true, good guys finish last.

Interviewer: Oh you’re a good guy. Since when?

David: Since birth, now be gone. I have a match to talk about. A match I’ve been waiting for since the beginning of time. I’ve been clamoring, just salivating at the thought of facing Lance Hart and James Ranger! Nah just kidding, I couldn’t care less. See, I actually said it the correct way. I hear so many people say “could care less”…like stop. You’re embarrassing yourselves. You should feel bad for doing such a bad thing. But yeah I’m proud of myself. I’m moving up in the world…and so are James and Lance, or so they think. I mean they are facing The High Rollerz, after all. But little do they know that this match is just a tune up for us and nothing more. It’s quite clear that Brian Daniels had nothing planned for the likes of Lance and James, so he decided to throw them to the wolves. Is this what we are supposed to feast on, Mr. Daniels? I want a four-course meal, not rotten scraps. But I suppose beggars can’t be choosers, since there aren’t many people out there willing to face us in tag team action. When it comes to these two, it’s like déjà vu. Facing a team that isn’t a team. No signs of cohesiveness. One saying he will backstab the other by changing this to a handicap match. Hmmm, very interesting. I’m getting flashbacks as to when we faced Mark Michaels and Kaise Bowtie, or whatever his last name may be. They talked just like the both of you do and let’s just say you’ll face the same fate as them. This is the reason as to why there aren’t many tag teams in EAW today. It’s all about me. It’s all about individual success. They don’t want to share the spotlight with another person. They don’t want to split their merchandise sales right down the middle. It mirrors today’s society, no? Greed. All about greed. But I’m not going to go on a tangent about what’s wrong with the world today, since so many elitists in EAW seem to already do that. No, this is about The High Rollerz versus James Ranger and Lance Hart. The tale of a very lopsided affair.

Right now I would get up and pace back and forth to be all intimidating because that’s what all the cool kids do but I’m really sunk into this bean bag chair, so consider yourselves lucky. So on one hand we have The High Rollerz, a well oiled machine, a team that actually likes each other, a team that has actually held EAW gold against a team that is basically a mixture of oil and water. Or better yet, a mixture of toothpaste and orange juice. So let’s begin with the trash talking because that’s what us elitists do. We talk down upon one another to make ourselves feel better. We are called elitists for a reason, I suppose. Let’s talk about Lance Hart. Yeah, I’m starting with Lance, no need to get jealous, James. And also to comfort Lance, this isn’t a case of saving the best for last. How I determined the order is I uprooted a flower and picked it’s petals until there was one left. Lance, James, Lance, James… Lance was the last petal. Totally not lying. So Lance said quite a bit…or did he? Sure he had a lot of words to spew but in the end, there was no true meaning behind them. The substance is lacking, with this one. He’s just like everybody else. He’s entitled. He thinks he deserves the world, when the fact is, he owes the world after stealing it’s oxygen. There are quite a few lungs out there that are more deserving. A waste of space you are, Lance. At first I thought of sugarcoating this, but why would I go out of my way to walk on eggshells when well, it’s just Lance Hart? That’s all you are to me. Just Lance Hart. Just another guy. A guy that is blinded by his own arrogance. How unfortunate.

I would say you are quite overrated but I believe in order to be graded as overrated in the first place, you have to at least accomplish something. For instance, a title. If you do an awful job as champ, people will turn on you and say hey, this guy isn’t good. Why did I want him as champ in the first place? Then it snowballs from there. But I doubt you care. That’s how you can sum up your entire speech…you don’t care. You don’t care about this match. You don’t care about tag team wrestling. You don’t care about James Ranger…you just don’t care. A bold way of thinking there, Lance. Actually it’s not bold at all because once again you are just proving that you are a carbon copy of everyone else. Many men in the back have the same “too cool for school” attitude but at least some of those guys have accomplished something. But you? You and James are the low men on the totem pole. And here you are, swatting opportunities away from your line of vision…something you simply can’t afford to do, whether those opportunities are big or small. You want to stick it to Brian Daniels? You want to prove that he has been wasting your time? That you deserve more…and your solution to all of this is to walk away from this match like a little bitch? You actually believe that will help your case? Damn son, you are dumber than I thought. I mean you do sometimes have a noose around your neck, so I shouldn’t be surprised. I just laugh at you planning to leave this match because you fail to realize it’s importance for future opportunities…acting like you’re a certified badass, but you aren’t. Your whole message is basically a cop out. To save face, if you will. Because deep down you know if you truly gave it your all this week and actually manned up, it wouldn’t be enough. You would fall short and you would be declared as a loser, once again. You’re whole career is on life support. As you continue to fail as an elitist, you will seek another GM job…which boggles my mind in the first place. Why were you Voltage GM in the first place? What the fuck are your credentials, huh? But once again, I should not be surprised since Voltage seems to hire people off the street. I mean weren’t Nick Angel and Nathan Fiora the commentators for that show? I’m genuinely asking because I usually don’t tune in. Oh well. Oh right I was talking about Lance Hart. I forgot. But in my defense I shouldn’t be blamed for forgetting about a forgettable man. Right?

As for your partner or better yet, your best friend, James Ranger.

(David reaches into his pockets and gets his phone out and some reading glasses. He clears his voice with a couple of coughs before resuming.)

So let’s see, his nickname is The Black Mamba. Yeah, I would never call you that. I would never disrespect the legend that is Kobe Bryant. Your nickname should be power. James “Power” Ranger. That would be cool! If you couldn’t tell by now, I’m reading your bio on EAW.com since I know nothing about you. I don’t mean that in a disrespectful manner by the way, since you’re the new guy on Showdown. Hopefully you’ll shed that moniker eventually, however. Just being known as “the new guy” won’t cut it. I’m sure you’re aware. So no need to continue about that. Okay let’s move on. Let’s see, it says what James wants, he’ll eventually get. Define eventually for me, James? Sure, it’s important to be patient in this business, but EAW is all about what have you done for me lately. If you continue to wait for these chances to “get what you want”, you might as well get that blanket thing from Harry Potter and become invisible for real. It also says he’s kind and honest to a fault..isn’t afraid to help someone in trouble…that’s dope, didn’t know your mother was an editor for EAW.com. You can even use honest, kind, and willing to help others as strengths..for your next job interview if things don’t pan out for you here.

As you can tell, I’m a glass half full kind of person. Just a ray of sunshine I am. As for your words regarding this match...I’m a little disappointed. I wanted more to sink my teeth in. But in the end, words are just that, words. And to me, your words carry no weight. In EAW and life in general, first impressions are important. Care to disagree? Didn’t think so. Now, I knew you were on NEO, but personally I never watched a second of your career until last week. Well, I went back to watch your match because I am facing you very soon. If you weren’t my opponent this week, I wouldn’t have gone through the trouble. So last week, you put up a good fight…blah, blah, blah. Nobi of all people eliminated you. A man that can be referred to as The High Rollerz’ bitch. So after a week to digest that big ass L, how did you respond? Oh right, Nobi only went after you because you were the biggest threat in a match infested with schmucks. I guess that’s something to be proud of? I mean not really, but sure? If it helps you sleep at night, then yeah. You are a straight up beast, fam. See, I can lie too.. The last thing I’ll address is your closing remarks. Saying we’ve had our time, our moments, that we should move aside…nah. We haven’t even been on Showdown for a year. How is our time done? But I’ll give you credit, you didn’t take the usual route that most rookies take and fire shots at the likes of DDD who have been doing this for a long ass time. Thinking that eventually his prime will come to a close. But us? We are just getting started. Just getting our feet wet. We haven’t even been here for a year yet. We have plenty of time to prove our case as the future cornerstones of Elite Answers Wrestling. But look at you, trying to play grown-up. Questioning our reign, either one of them since we have two thus far..but it’s quite clear you don’t know what you’re talking about when it comes to The High Rollerz, and it’s fine. I’m used to dealing with the ignorant. Plus I wish I could turn the tables and mock your reign, past or present…but that’s right, you’ve never had one in EAW, awkward. “But David, I’m the new guy, remember!?” And in a few months you’ll become just a guy. Followed by the “future endeavored guy.” But then again, you could always click your heels together three times and return to the nest you were never meant to leave in the first place…NEO.

(The scene faces to black, the end.)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 8:19 pm by **вrσdч spαrks .**

[ DUMBFOUNDED // COLLEGE PARK, MARYLAND // CHAPTER 005 ]
»THURSDAY NIGHT EMPIRE | THE XFINITY CENTER | 10/12/17«
EAW Promoz! - Page 27 WvEY6Ea

BRODY SPARKS VERSUS REVY

‟I am starting to despise my quality of trying to see someone as credible competition. The more I listen to you speak, the more I find myself appalled. I guess I tried a bit too hard trying to turn a finger painting into a masterpiece with you. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I can tell myself that you are undeserving of the opportunity that has fallen into your lap, I can’t change the events that had taken place. But I’m really starting to wonder why someone like yourself even got into this business. I get it, Revy, I won’t call you edgy, because that would be too easy to do, however, I will call you out for your “wanting to see the world burn” attitude. It reminds me a bit of the attitude I have, I guess I left quite the impression on you. I could be as unoriginal as everyone else, even going as far to say that you’re trying to be just a bit too much like me, but the fact is, you’re completely useless. In order to be in this business, you require passion, and from where I’m looking the only thing you’re passionate about is drinking and getting drunk off your ass, and making a mockery of a division that I am trying to lead. A leader is only as great as their followers, and you not only make yourself look like the most incapable person ever, but you’ve managed to become a bigger idiot than most of the women here in my eyes. You’re a mockery of something I have shed blood, sweat, and tears for, and someone the three stooges you competed against, let you slip by and get into the chamber. I'm going to have to teach you something. I'm going to have to show you why my division has no room for comedic acts. This is Empire. Not Showtime at The Apollo. Do you understand?”

‟I could just smell the alcohol roaming through the air every time you open your lips. You should know something, a little tip, flattery will get you nowhere with me. Another April Song perhaps? Serving your country only coming to serve my brand the most mediocre wrestling every. I bet they discharged you for drinking more than you actually served. Nevertheless, if I had anything to do with you pursuing this career, then you should hand me one of those guns you love talking about, because I would put a bullet to my head for allowing a parasitic joke like you to come here and try to take something that belongs to me. Do not ever compare yourself to me. Ever. You, you’re a joke, a punchline. Me? I am a woman who has chased a dream and a passion for things deemed immoral. A woman who takes this seriously, and is not looking to do this for some side act. I guess I am slowly but surely starting to see through you Revy. Buttering me up, trying to flatter me, trying to weaken me, put me in this mindset so that I am somewhat easy pickings for you on Empire. I am a fan of mind games, so you should already know, just like a game of chess, I am already thinking of my next move. You’re giving yourself too much credit, all while putting words into my mouth. I don't care that much about you to ponder if who you are is an act, or some sort of ruse, you don’t matter for me to waste brain cells thinking about something like that. At the end of the day, but this some ruse, be this some act, the outcome will be the same regardless. That’s where people always seem to make their vital mistake. They think I that I care. They assume I care about meaningless things, Revy the only thing I care about is laying you to waste, and then moving on to Road To Redemption to gain my Women's’ Championship. I don’t care that much about you, because after all, who knows if you’ll even be around. Don’t think that just because I wasn’t here physically, I hadn’t kept up. I always watched Empire, to see who was buzzing, who was leading, to see who I had to devour when I made my inevitable return. I watched you come, and then go, and then magically come back again. Behaviors have patterns, and you repeating this one wouldn’t shock me. April Song is and always will be a failure and I am most certainly not her. She may have been the worst champion, but at least she became one, she beat the woman who defeated me, and that says something about her. I find it funny that you think one victory makes you worthy to speak such vile and disgusting things. It’s hilarious how you act as if you’re shocked by things, but then ooze this hidden confident that cannot be caught and seen by just the naked eye, by just anyone. You’re very evasive Revy, a very good pretender, but I like what you’re trying to do, but I can see bullshit from a mile away. You’re stepping heavy into it, and I’m not following suit.”

‟You yourself don't even understand what you're saying, I mean one minute you're hot and then the next, you’re cold. One minute you don't even look at yourself as someone who belongs here, someone who is credible, and then the next you're expecting someone else to believe that you are credible and that you are someone who belongs here, and that you do have the passion for this business. I don't see it. I never implied that you had nothing, all I said was that one of us has to make the most of this opportunity, one of us has to show that we are going to be the one having the most momentum as we head into Road to Redemption. I never said that you didn't have anything. What I can say is that I can see that you're very unsure of your own self. How can you tell me that you do not believe in yourself, yet you counter the fact that you have nothing when I never even implied that you had nothing, to begin with? What I'm trying to tell you is that a lot of women in this company they come and they go. I was trying to give you the warning, letting you know that while you may have passed by with your mediocre wrestling, you're about to enter a chamber that's completely different than any other match. Mentally I don't think you're ready for it, but you are going to be in it either way. You're a stubborn person who seems completely clueless on what they want to say or what they're trying to say. You're still trying to find your own footing and trying to find where you belong in this company, but to me, it seems like you'll never be able to belong if you're unsure of yourself. What makes you feel like you deserve to even be in this chamber? What makes you feel like you even deserve to compete with the likes of myself and, as much as I can't stand her, Aria Jaxon. If you wish to think that you are going to lose, that's fine. That's all on you, that's how you do things and that's how you see it. You’re correct though, you are very much aware that you are going to lose because you're facing me and I'm a different breed. I am no April song, I'm better. I am no Sydney St.Clair, I better. I'm definitely not Megan Raine, I’m Superior, but I can admire the fact that you at least admit that you know you're not going to defeat me. Ah , here it goes, that condescending attitude of yours, but I'm starting to pick up on, you can tell me that you're happy seeing me losing my Specialist Title, but me “somehow” ending up here me, “somehow” ending up having a shot at the Women's’ Title, well first let me correct you. I never had a shot at the title, to begin with so that is where you're wrong and number two there is no “somehow”. I ended up getting here because I earned this title shot when I defeated our Empress Of Elite last week. You were probably too drunk to even see it, but I defeated a woman who went through the entire roster. I earned my matches and I don't doubt myself, I don't need to plant the seed of doubt. I'm not going to be the fool to let someone get into my mind and make me feel like I'm not going to run something because I know that I am and trust me no one there would waste their time worrying about a match between four useless women, with one getting lucky. Either scenario, that opportunity was going to be given to a woman who is undeserving, and they would slip through and enter the chamber, so quite frankly had it been Megan, had it been Sydney, either way, has it been April or it being you it doesn't matter. Either way, an imbecile was going to enter that chamber, either way, I was going to be stuck facing someone unworthy of my time in my presence.”

‟I can't take you seriously. I mean for one nobody cares about your drinking problem, it's more of a nuisance than an actual problem, so really I don't care. I'd imagine that our general manager would have more pressing things to handle, like getting my sister back on television, rather than worrying about some drunk who's going to get herself killed either way, but I have to say I find it very disgusting that you really think it's funny how we fight for that “hunk of metal”. That hunk of metal is our purpose in being in this business. I myself, I love to cause trouble everywhere I go, I love to leave an impact. I love to have people talking about me, I love to be planted in someone's mind. Making it so every time they close their eyes, all they can see is me. Gold, it's all a part of this game, and it's something that I want to hear, so my question is why do you exist? Why do you want to be here? Why are you here? Why are you wasting time when you don't even think that what you're fighting for is worth it, or valuable? Personally, I’d use that same belt to bash your face in. You're so undeserving of the spot that you are taking up you don't even deserve to breathe air where I go. You don’t even deserve to breathe the air in the locker room. You may see your “Devil May Cry” attitude as something to admire or something that's going to set you apart from everyone else, but that's not what's going to set you apart. Disrespecting a title that I am going to take come Road To Redemption is not what sets you apart. It just makes you look like a bigger fool than you already are. It just makes your glutton for punishment show even more than what it already has. The only thing that starting to hit me is the fact that you managed to be here. This attitude you want to use so you can set you apart from the rest of my division, it’s transparent. I can see through everything that you're trying to pull here. Now you can tell me that three nobody's and a former Champion went at it, and a nobody won. Either way, that nobody isn’t going near my title. Either way that nobody is going to defeat me on Empire. All that nobody is going to have is her pompous and revolting attitude consisting of an angry nineties grunge child. I mean you really have shown me that you have nothing because you are nothing. You need to understand that when you step into the ring with Brody Sparks you don't know what you're going to get there is never a consistent pattern with me because I like to keep people guessing. You don't know what you're going to get and you don't know what you're walking into and the saddest part is you might like this feeling of winning but you need to get used to losing because, on Empire, I'm going to be the one to put those L’s right back in your book. Do you think people are going to feel sorry for you? It's funny that you want people to feel sorry for you. I love that you like to downplay yourself and I love that you like to mock your own self but in the end your true colors always show in the end everyone shows who they are, you sit here and you tell me that you're going to take away my chances of becoming EAW Women's Champion yet you don't care about winning that same title.Trust me no matter how many times that you think that you're going to bring failure to my name, I will get back and I will rise stronger each and every time. I don't want your worse, I want your best. Hit me with your best shot, and I'm going to hit you with the truth. I'm going to hit you with a reality check.”

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 8:09 pm by **Ryan Marx**

Showdown Promo 2 – Witness to a Sacrifice

The scene fades in, and before the camera stands Soledad, authority seeping from her presence. In the background, the silhouette of Ryan Marx looms, still as a statue and as harsh as a shadow against a pure white sheet. And though he presides over this scene, Soledad is the one who takes centre stage.

Silence can indicate many things: contemplation, admiration, shock, and fear. In Lucas Johnson's case, we can see that his silence indicates the latter of those possible states. Though even now, after he has finally broken his silence, we can hear his fear. The Zeitgeist can hear his terror. In every word Lucas has said, He senses horror at what is to come this coming Showdown.

In every mention of Lucas' NCAA record, in every threat to General Manager Brian Daniels, and in every promise to inflict pain, He can hear the fear. Lucas wants to claim that the Zeitgeist is attacking him because He wants to feel better about Himself, but that is not the case. In fact, it seems as if these mentions of Lucas' own accomplishments are him attempting to feel better about himself. But no, if Ryan wanted to feel better about Himself, He would not concern Himself with the likes of Lucas. He would not be generous in wasting breath on the man. Instead, He would simply look at all He has achieved thus far, and all He will achieve in the future. Because He is a two-time champion, He is considered by many to be an ungodly talent, and He is one step away from becoming the prime contender for a world championship. What does Lucas have to stake his claim for the EAW Championship? Mere words? Ryan has a list of victims, and at Showdown, it will have one additional name added.

A brief pause.

Lucas, did you witness Empire this week? We doubt it, considering you are so self-centred, but within the confines of that show was a glimpse of power from the Zeitgeist. He clawed under the skin of Stephanie Matsuda, He tossed her mentor Miss Manami to the side as if she were a grain of sand infringing upon His territory, and He showed His control and intelligence. Even when He is not the main focus, He remains a man of power. So imagine what will happen when you face Him alone in that ring on Showdown. You wish to be a contender for His Openweight title? You can't even speak to Him without showing fear, so how do you intend to face Him without fleeing? And quite honestly, you haven't done anything to prove your worth as a contender for the Zeitgeist's position of power. You have done more than fall from grace – you've fallen from being a disgrace to being a rash of shame across Showdown. Your 'peak' as New Breed Champion was a dark age of EAW, and the night when you are finally put out of your misery will be a time of celebration.

See, you may think Ryan is attempting to demean you, but He is going to destroy you in order to rebuild you. Well, some would argue you're already broken, but either way, He will provide you with a new path. In defeat, you will be able to seek an avenue to rebirth. Through loss, you may grow stronger. Though we can't forget, you are Lucas Johnson, a man who has not changed since you last encountered the Zeitgeist months ago. You're still making the same empty threats, still acting like the unstoppable monster you only wished you could be.

Because you see, Lucas, a fantasy can only become a reality if it's tangible. And to make it tangible, you need power. You want to sit back upon your throne? You never had one. Compared to Ryan Marx, the Zeitgeist, the future of this company...you have very little power. And this week, as He fights before His 'final sacrifice', you will have even less. He will not allow Himself to be overshadowed by a man who is not big enough to obstruct the sun, and He will not shed blood for your sake. The only blood on anyone's hands will be Lucas Johnson's, and it will be on his own. And in his blood, he will write his own death sentence. And you can mark His words.

In the background, the silhouette of Ryan moves, turning towards the light. We see his gaze, his eyes filled with determination and appearing as cold as stone. Cut to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 7:07 pm by J-Dynasty 2?

Prince vs King

The National Elite Champion vs The EAW World Champion.

Need there more said?

If I had to speak, I would direct my words to the heart of the masses. So I do. You simple people love to complicate, when the role of the complex is to simplify, it’s a false sense of sophistication, that’s why I’m always laughing and having the time of my life around this place at your expenses, without any illusion of being proper. You think people are special, that they have this innate potential to be whoever and whatever they want, that they have free will and all people are created equal, despite the truth staring back you each and every day. That’s why people like the Heart Break Gal can reach their glass ceiling, fail time and time again to get any higher, but wake up to try once more. I’m younger, faster, and stronger than the Heart Break Gal, every possible statistic you could find on us would undeniably put the odds in my favor, but you people wanted to believe that there was something that she could do because she put on this spunky façade and melted your little hearts away, and with those hearts out of function so too the blood flow up to your brains. Life’s a game, and every single person it in is just a bundle of chemicals in the brain that you can manipulate and set up reactions, I’ve been masterfully pulling off my tricks and making performances with barely any hiccups since I wore the crown from King of Elite, and that’s because that was the time I decided that this world was my oyster and my destiny was one that I should not have be delayed by the masses. Next thing you knew, I was champion and you little people have had to keep relying on knuckle dragger after knuckle dragger, Theron, Rex, The High Rollerz, Heart Break Gal, none of them have been able to end my reign, and now you all believe in the elimination chamber to do the deed, and one of your brave little gladiators is meant to be POP.

The phenomenal prince.

A royal adorned not with gold, but a crown of thorns.

Ever the conundrum, ever the contradiction, many forget that regardless of the unsightly image created and the admission of faults for alluding to a crown of thorns by POP, it is also an unbelievable sign of arrogance when you remember the most prolific wielder of that crown was Jesus, son of the so called being known as God. Eerily suitable, for POP himself matches such a contradiction in that mess of a crown, and maybe in some twisted way he is the Jesus of EAW. I mean after all, no matter how famous Jesus is, and do believe me he is in so many homes and chapels on this ridiculous planet that worship him, he is still just the son of an all more important figure and the fact that he is just a son leaves a room for both improvement and the idea that he lives in the shadow of another despite being so large in gravitas. You can say that about POP. Hall of Famer, legend, damn his initials are what people in the streets tend to call elder figures they look up to, but at the same time he’s forever a prince and right now he holds a championship that’s a stepping stool to where I’m at, looking up at me despite being someone who once reached the pinnacle of this industry. I reached the pinnacle too, a world title gain in a Pain for Pride main event, but he did it not in an a main event but a the main event, the closing contest….yet in what some called one of the lesser eras of EAW. So great, yet so meager, both phenomenal and abysmal in one. What am I meant to say to a man down there? It’s like looking down to hell and seeing a figure with angel wings, it’s like kicking down the door of a shabby home in the projects looking for perps in your drug bust and somehow finding Elon Musk begging for another high from a prostitute with the stash. How to do you even react to such the pitiful scene that I see before me? How do you even begin to unravel the layers of POP to truly touch base with who he truly is and what he means to this company.? It’s like trying to untie the Gordian Knot, and you’re all here with me trying to do it. No, in fact I’m a few steps back, there’s so many people in this company attempting to do it, they have their hands on the knot waiting to hear me give the guidelines right now in to how to undo this fucking knot that is POP, and I smile from here and finally I tell you about untying the Gordian Knot.

You don’t untie the Gordian Knot, stupid. You cut it.

Unlike the masses, I don’t dabble in the squabbles of whether to approach POP as the has been old head who still calls us “extremists” in the era of elite such as he does or someone great in his prime to the point he’s actually on a rise amongst the roster as National Elite Champion such as he is. That’s complicating the simple. You don’t care how many legs a bug you’re about to squash has, you don’t care where it’s from or its cultural significance, you just step down.

POP speaks of champion vs champion, he references fighting like both our titles are on the line, he makes a claim of being EAW Champion of the World while getting ready to snatch my championship, I do not unravel or untie the cobbled words running out of his mouth, I cut him off and turn off the video…

And raise the only championship that matters.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 5:46 pm by **Lucas Johnson**

Showdown Promo #1 - The Reset Button

Ryan Marx.....it sounds to me that you just want to bash me because you want to feel better about yourself? You are right about not having a good outing in the Elimination Chamber Match for the National Elite Championship. I seriously don't know what is going on at the moment. One moment I was at the high point in my career holding the New Breed Championship and then at Pain for Pride X it was like a tidal wave crashing over me. But tomorrow night will be a new start for me because frankly I could care less what lines in the future because Ryan Marx you are just going to be a stepping stone for me in my quest to become champion once again. Hell if and when I defeat you this Saturday Ryan I can become a future challenger for that Openweight Championship. Normally I would be shit talking you at this point but my words mean nothing at this point. I am not going to be a big pussy like the rest of the losers on the Showdown roster and say "I have to hands so I have a fighting chance no matter what!" No, the bottom line is I am a former NCAA Division I Heavyweight Champion that dominated the amateur wrestling scene at The Ohio State University. I made the hard transition to pro wrestling and got on my two feet with a nine month drought and finally became New Breed Champion and hey maybe I have my sights set on winning the New Breed Title again who knows? You know what....? Fuck it! BRIAN DANIELS! I HOPE YOU ARE LISTENING LOUD AND CLEAR BECAUSE ALL OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOUR BIG EGO IS MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING HELL EVER SINCE I STEPPED FOOT ON SHOWDOWN! I SHOULD BE IN THE EAW CHAMPIONSHIP SCENE AND BE A PARTICIPANT IN THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH BUT THANKS TO YOU, I AM AT THE LOWEST POINT IN MY CAREER AND THE LOSS LAST WEEK ESPECIALLY THE FIRST ELIMINATED IS ON YOUR HANDS! YOU DID THIS! YOU CAUSED ME PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL PAIN OVER THE LAST WEEK! I FEEL LIKE ITS THE WEEK AFTER PAIN FOR PRIDE X ALL OVER AGAIN! RYAN MARX'S BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS BRIAN DANIELS! NOT MINE! I AM GOING TO BEAT ONE OF THE TOP CHAMPIONS SO BAD THAT I AM GOING TO MAKE HIM VACATE THAT TITLE BECAUSE RYAN MARX ISN'T GOING TO MAKE IT TO ROAD TO REDEMPTION! MARK MY WORDS RYAN! MARK MY WORDS BRIAN DANIELS! MARK MY WORDS THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS! I AM NO LONGER THE WRESTLING MACHINE THAT DOMINATES WRESTLING MATCHES. I AM GOING TO BE A KILLER ON SHOWDOWN! I AM GOING TO TARGET LIMB BY LIMB AND MAKE PEOPLE CRY! I AM GOING TO ENJOY EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF IT AND THERE IS NOTHING ANYONE WILL DO ABOUT IT. NOT THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS, NOT BRIAN DANIELS AND NOT EVEN LITTLE RYAN MARX! I AM GOING TO TURN THIS LITTLE NIGHTMARE UNTIL MY LITTLE FANTASY THAT I HAVE BEEN DREAMING EVER SINCE PAIN FOR PRIDE! RYAN MARX YOU WANT TO CALL ME DELUSIONAL? FINE GO AHEAD BECAUSE MY FANTASY WORLD WILL BECOME A REALITY WHEN I RIP YOU IN HALF AND SEND YOU TO THE HOSPITAL IN A BODY BAG. AND AFTER I AM DONE WITH YOU RYAN I WILL RECLAIM MY NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP AND I WILL SIT ON THE TOP OF MY THRONE WITH PRIDE!

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 4:56 pm by **Irónico**

Voltage Lucha

A’reet Youns?

First things first, I want to to thank mah boi Finney Wake for being so reliably first. He is always the first out of bed in the afternoon. He is always the first one into the holy house of gains each day - even if you can tell by those twiggy arms that he only goes there for the treadmills and the chicas wearing nae but sports bras an’ yoga pants. Most endearingly, he’s the kind of good ladito who is always ready to get the first round and that may or may not be at least 73.9% of the reason why this tag team began in the first fucking place. They do say the early bird catches the worm and that’ll be the case here, I suppose, because Finn’s the first of the Bucky Boiz to get his hands on championship bling. And well deserved I say. But this week more than anything I am relieved because Finney has been the first to say his piece and clear the air and I have to say that he has really made this a piece of piss for me. It is like a weight off my shoulders. Or like that that tactical chunder relieving the knots in my gut after a heavy pre-drinks. Yous see, Kenny Drake giving the go-ahead to chase that New Breed Champo is one thing, but I couldnae really make a statement of intent unless that Ladito himself gave the nod. Not that I had any doubt about how he felt, but it just wouldnae feel right you know? You know me, I’m all about the cheeky banter, but this is serious shit. This is our careers. This is what we have been dreaming about since we were just wee bairns. I canny help but respect that at least.

But enough of all that soppy poofter lark. Finn, I am sure you are well aware that you just opened the floodgates. You just gave me an open bar and you know exactly what that means. I ain’t winding my neck in now for any cunt. This match doesnae end until one of us scallie buggers canny stand anymore and has to be carried home. And if this goes anything like the average night of ours on the lash, then that is going to be you, you lightweight lanky streak of piss-stain. It is like you said. We Are The Bollocks are all about stiff drinks and stiffer competition. That is more true now than it ever has been. Although...that said...if you wanny go soft on the night, I am not averse to taking a hand out. The dole is in my blood as much as the alcohol is. And if you think i am above school chico-ing you a dozen times or more to walk out as New breed Champion, then think on mate. There is no room to be kipping on this chico because, as you should fucking by now, I may not be the fastest, or the henchest, or the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’m a real jammy dodger. I got more jam than Hartley’s. If any of the fans coming to see the Battle of The Bollocks in Memphis have any doubts as to what that means, I am telling yous that Finney Wake is gonny be jelly as fuck if he doesnae keep switched on in the ring with me because I WILL have nowt like a qualm in picking his pocket and walking out as your NEW NEW BREED CHAMPIONÉ!!!

And of course you would nae have it any other way either. After all, what kind of sorry excuse of tag team partner would I be if I weren’t man enough to keep at your level? You know as well as I does. I can give a winger or two if I need to. We have come so far as a tag team and remained unbeaten together against so called monsters like KAIJU, Starkane, and any 20p bag pick-and-mix combo of The Sanatorium that you’d ever like. There is more to that than merely being good amigos, or familia, or even bleeding seshing together. Although that all helps. We are also blinding competitors in our own rights. You are right, son. I have earned this. It sounds fucking weird saying it because I used to think I couldnae earn a shag in a lay-by doggers’ meet. Yet, and correct me if I am wrong I am a bit tipsy to remember every week clearly...But I think that I have only lost a match but one, UNO, solitary time since we came together. Against your fellow champion, Amadeus.I am at the very brim of seeing all of my hard graft pay off. The Grand Pricks final on the horizon, slowly coming together as we wait, watching on as it stares back like a half-filled fishbowl of tequila sunrise behind the bar. And then right in front of me right at the end of my fingertips, this New Breed Championship opportunity promising to quench my thirst. Is it all just froth and bubble? When i knock the head off it, is there gonny be any drink left to quench my thirst? I hope so, I’m spitting feathers here, matey. A pity pint just will nae do for me here, I want the good stuff...Well here’s to luck, chico. We’re both gonny need it. I am bringing my A game and I don’t expect any less of you. Let’s make sure that this time we bring the roof down on Voltage. Because...

WE ARE THE BOLLOCKS!

Oh! And another thing about that wee joke you made about me not splitting the bar tab...Feck you yer cheeky arsewipe! You have come first in a lot of things, Finn. I have taken a slightly longer, more scenic route around the Wrekin’ but that is not to say that I’m prepared to just finish last. It’s just about time, I think...This is my round.

Cheers.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 5:45 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

Often we desire to be the winds of change. To shape and form the landscape around us; it’s a drive, a motivation that inspires our actions, our causes. But when a man finally reaches that place, holds that power to bend even the greatest mountains to his will, there’s always one...two...many who disagree with it. Disagree with the standards that are set, the reality they exist in. Rebellious, that's what they desire to be. I don't disagree with their intentions, even I rose against Jacob Senn and his reign to make my vision a reality. It is the champion's responsibility to be the beacon for the brand they represent; the figure that bears the weight of its failures - the glory of being a champion isn't without such responsibility.

There is only so much that I can do.

I can set the bar for people to reach. I can ensure that when the fingertips get a measly grip on it, it’s pulled away and they’re forced to dig deeper to find something else, something more to push them forward. My desire is to only inspire, to breed better competitors, greater contenders; ensure this generation of talent grasp the World Heavyweight Championship and become true rulers of this brand or any other brand instead of the possibility of being filler for another generation ahead of them. Stagnation is quite true, Amadeus, but is that something to be thrusted upon my shoulders? Opportunities have been presented, opportunities have been wasted. It lies in the palms of the men who have tried to step up and been defeated but the breaking and making of them requires considerable patience; we’ll wait, hushed and with bated breath to see who emerges from their defeats better, more determined. You learn in defeat, never in victory and it seems even with Voltage’s greatest hope of changing it’s king that no lessons are to be learned, only excuses, only complaints filed. It feeds my ego, sure, but stagnation is a consequence of such lesser men being inadequate to reign as champion. Maybe you should attempt to change my mind; I’m a little disappointed that for the first time since I returned to this brand, I’m not met with far reaching claims, baseless assumptions and “facts” with no substance. I’m missing it, it’s such an easy task to strip down and belittle men who would struggle to compose a sentence against a special needs kid; but I digress. The land of opportunity isn’t something I desired to create; if I had my choice this roster would be filled with the greatest talent this company has on it’s payroll and it wouldn’t matter if I was still champion or I had my teeth kicked in the first time I was called to defend it, I would have defended it against the best. Nah, the land of opportunity is indeed a line people want to spin to market this brand, to encourage those on it to strive for greatness, to go from merely making up the numbers inside the elimination chamber to becoming viable and respectable contenders. But that isn’t my vision, I only care about the best. Facing the best. Creating the best. Being the very fucking best. I’m forced to stand as the symbol of it all - one way or another I guess everyone has been telling me that since day one of this season - and everyone just loves to be the one to tear that symbol down, to bring it to the dust and erect their own.

Test me if you dare, I’ll carry the suit’s vision for the brand but by my hands I’ll continue to install my own.

The true motivation that exists in the destruction of such symbols is the reality that the path they install doesn’t suit the men willing to tear it down. You don’t see a future for it because right now the end of the line is me. The undefeated, the unconquerable champion who has backed up every claim he has made, defeated all those that have came his way; you see a future where you cannot succeed. Where the title that rests in your palms is the greatest prize you will ever taste on this brand. I’m sure for many, they pray for my downfall just so the chance to succeed is bumped significantly. Men have tested me, arguably the brightest lights this brand has and yet here I stand. Your chances are slim, that’s just the reality of it all but I am not the deluded, I recongise that chance is something men seize no matter how grand or insignificant that may be; that’s if they’re competent enough to realise it when opportunity presents itself. See, I like you. I like your attitude; you use your senses, you think ahead. A class act beneath a mask so many would otherwise mock for being that of a gothic kid. Your spirit is commendable and perhaps it will grant you more than a sliver of hope in this contest. A necessary requirement to succeed; how the hard times fall upon a man, it is his spirit that pierces the skin and shines bright. When defeat seems almost an inevitability, their spirit grants them a chance. But your spirit is all but a common cliche I’ve heard for too long and it’s one that I’ve ripped from the hearts of my challengers and squashed it beneath my boot with such ease. Spirit, heart, pashun, they’re all things that we have and we all like to imagine - we hope and we dream - that ours is somehow more significant, that we somehow possess more than our opposition. But that is a fantasy, a delusion that helps motivate us. In the end, the difference between victory and defeat will always be the skill, always be the talent that one has. And I won’t belittle you, Amadeus, you’ve earned enough respect from me to not be treated with such petty and cheap lines; no, the don’t fear having to listen to the obvious, nor will I use it to rant on endlessly like some tend to do. You only realise how good you are, how skilled you are until those moments, those chances arrive. Your measurable spirit and fire only assists you in reaching those deciding moments. But your claims of being the future? Well, we’ll see about that.

The top brass of a Voltage without me at the head of it would be defeated by even the mid card of the other brands. A Voltage without Jamie O’Hara as the champion, without it’s leader is a Voltage that lacks respect and command from the other brands, from anyone else who spends a second to peer into this show. Even with your vision of a brand that wages such war and violence, where blood cascades down the face of every man, is mocked, it’s laughed at. Your idealistic world, regardless, is a dream. Being Demon’s Council v4.0 doesn’t get you anywhere and if you need a little history lesson, it was a group that had the same ideology and desire as you and your bedfellows; only difference they tried to do it in an era where extreme reigned supreme. Perhaps that Interwire Championship fueled your motivation and gave you hope that maybe someday it will become a reality but men like me see right through it. I’ve seen it all before and I’ve left every man who thought violence was the greatest possible future in ruins. You’re going to taste the same fate and it’s a shame, because that respect I had is starting to dwindle. But I’m guessing like most outcasts that’s not too important, huh? Fight for your future - your heaven, your hell. Fight against what you hate, fight against what you believe is wrong with this company; you will only become another statistic in my reign, in my dominance. See I truly believe men can be bred stronger, better in the ashes of defeat and you have given me hope that maybe someone on this roster is capable of being made better, maybe just one person can rise to become that one to do the one thing that I desire so much…

To be defeated.

But this Sunday will not be that day and despite your almost guaranteed valious effort, it will be just too little to reign over me. Like so many before you, defeat is all that will fall on your lips on my show, inside my ring. Challenge me this Sunday, challenge me next; time and time again like every one bastard who thought their vision was greater than the reality they exist in, thought they could change the course of even just this season let alone the entire future of this company.

And be defeated like them all.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 3:47 am by **Lars Grier**

VOLTAGE PROMO #3

I don’t question your ability to get back up.

I question why you continue to do the same thing, over, and over, and over again.

There is no doubting your spirit, TLA. Nobody doubts that, except for maybe the ignorant. No one goes out of their way to insult or desiccate the indomitable, fiery fighting spirit that you have which pushes you to do your best even in the most challenging of trials. I don’t doubt it. Hell - I admire it. I admire the way you continue to push yourself to fight, even when all odds are mounted against you, even when you are at your last breath, using the last of your energy, you will still continue to battle until the bitter end. I don’t question your fighting spirit….I question what you do when you are given opportunities to face people like the World Champion. I question why every single time, you come after your adversary with the same fucking strategy. I question why you continue to persist; telling your opponent every time that it will finally be the time where you will knock them off their pedestal. I question why you do and proclaim all of that, when you continue to do the same thing, use the same strategy, over, and over, and over again. Staring into the eyes of certain loss, you spit in its face and stand your ground, proclaiming to the entire world of how eventually, after all is said and done, after multiple and numerous tries, you will be able to achieve what you have sought out to do for so fucking long. You arrive at the kingdom of the top dog, and every time you come with the same guns, the same firepower, the same tactics and strategy, it’s just this time you have more ammo. Firing your shots, you believe in your heart that with each blast of your gun, it repeals a chink in the armor, and eventually, after God knows how long….you’ll get it, right? Eventually, after all your hard work, it won’t be in vain, right? It worked the last time, didn’t it? So shouldn’t I come back and fight harder and more than previously? This - this is what I protest against. Not what’s inside you, but what you attempt to do in order to complete your goals. Every single time you are given an opportunity like the one you had at Ground Zero, you think that by doing the same shit over and over again, it will get you that victory, that success, that glory. But no - everyone’s learned that shit already. Everyone you’ve faced knows the story of TLA. They know what you’re going to do. They know what you’re going to say to their face when given the chance. Spitting the same, tired, old catchphrase of Beastin’ and Feastin’ , and while it is certainly a profound message to teach to children….in this business it’s given you nothing, except remorse. It’s given you nothing except sorrow, it has given you nothing but regret and it will continue to do those things until the day you fucking die unless you somehow learn. Unless somehow, you manage to climb out of that ditch and dust yourself off, and finally be the TLA that we all want to see. However, you make a valid point; Jamie did beat me. Not only that, he made me look like I was no match for him, that I was some worm under the heel of a god. He fucked me up, and I was left to go backstage with nothing but a sore jaw and emptiness within my hands. It makes me mad at myself for acting like such a complete fucking fool. Losses do affect me….but they don’t affect me like so many other have been affected by them. Failures against World Champions don’t make me want to quit; they don’t make me want to just drop my ball and take my leave - they make me want to push even harder. They make me see the devil in the details, what caused my downfall, and how I can make myself something better. They make me EVOLVE, TLA. They make me want to change and soar into the sky, and burn every fucking thing that’s in front of me so that they can feel my anger, and the power of evolution. That loss...it taught me a very valuable lesson: Don’t let your own words be your demise. Don’t let them be the abominations that will chew you up and spit you out, and make you look like a fucking retard. That’s what happened to me; I let myself too caught up in my own ego, in my own words in my protected bubble, and then when it was burst I was left flopping like a fish out of water. And I...I cannot let that be what people think of when they think of me. I can’t just let this slide, allow people to think I’m still the same man all those months ago, the destroyer of his own career. There is no way in this lifetime or in another that I can allow it to happen, which is why I am dying of anticipation, waiting for our match. I crave for that moment where I can have my hands raised, where I can hear my music bellowing like a beast and you either unconscious or in complete disbelief. I fucking need that, and if you want to try and deny me…..I will make those minutes we have feel like days; days of suffering and pain, because I fucking NEED this. I need this, so that when I meet him again, I can prove to Jamie O’Hara and others who think like him my point: Gods, monsters, they don’t exist. Only humans who just haven’t tasted defeat.

The Road to Redemption is a road paved with your loss, and one for me to conquer.

I’ll admit - I need this win, not just because I don’t want last week to be the impression people have on me, but also because I need confidence. I need a boost of adrenaline to fuel me when I’m in that chamber, within those miles of chain and insurmountable weight, in order to achieve my goal, to become something great, for me. I don’t give a shit about what you want, or what you need in order to satisfy yourself. You’re pissed? You’re angry at the world, angry at people like Jamie and Cameron? Congratulations - welcome to the fucking club. On this ground, we can agree. However, I thought you knew better than to trust the backstabbing, maniacal and egotistical vermin that they are, but I guess not. If you knew any better, if you actually took the initiative to learn about this world and its inhabitants, you’d know the kind of people those two are. You’d know that more exist, not just in this business, but in this entire fucking world. You’d be aware of the shit they try and pull off, how often they talk about the bodies they’ve stacked and how many more will continue to fall to them. It makes you sick, doesn’t it? A perverted, twisted variation of what real men and women should be like, and with each word they say from their mouth they make you angry. Their words fill you with indignation, as you beg and wish for a fiery retribution to come their way so that they may be swept of their feet and finally be taken aback. Inside you lies a swirling, violent storm of emotions that make you desperate, that make you sad, yet at the same time ready to beat the shit out of anyone who stands in your way. But that - that is a dangerous thing to have, TLA. It’s dangerous to be so angry, to have so much bottled-up rage and intensity inside of you that is just waiting to burst and explode like the power of a million suns. Not just for your opponent, but for yourself. In a frenzy, you will see nothing but red; nothing but warm bodies that you can rip into and tear apart because you will be so blind to see anything else. All inhibitors will be turned off in this state, and you won’t be able to control it, nomatter how much you may tell yourself. Trust me - I’ve been in the position you were in. I know what it feels like to feel an involuntary rage that wants to kill everything and leave no prisoners, a true beast inside of you; but I know that it won’t do you any good. Your opponents who have intelligence, who have ring awareness and are more calculating than you, will be able to counter your moves and make you run in circles as you desperately try to recover. You will get even more rage full, more hateful, and your moves will become more reckless and erratic as you desperately try to find anything to help you fight back, but in the end, you will fall. The anger will eat you up, it will slowly kill you and make you feel even more like shit by the end of it all. Normally, I wouldn’t be telling you this, giving you advice on controlling yourself and keeping your composure, but to tell you the truth - I like you, TLA. I like your fighting spirit, I like your defiance even in the face of sure defeat. Out of everyone on this brand, out of all of the dick-eaters and egotistcal fuckswho roam this company like a plague, you stray away from those groups. You were someone, who from the beginning, seemed like you would never make it as a star, a legend in this business, and yet here you are, in the spotlight of everyone and competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. You broke the mold for what a regular “superstar” should be, triumphing over every odd except for the one that lies in front of you now. Two individuals who have continually screwed you over, each and every time you try to reach for that brass ring, swatting your arm away as if it were a fly, and now you’re pissed off at everything and everyone. You want to take your anger out on me; thinking of me as if I’m Jamie and Cameron, the bane of your existence. Wanting to prove a point to them and to the world that you won’t die, that you won’t quit, and that when people fuck you over, they will feel your self-righteous wrath. You want to make an example out of me; showing the world what happens when you cross TLA, when you make him mad. But why should I be concerned? Give me a reason to be afraid of a beating by you. Give me a reason as to why you’ll rip me apart, why you’ll prevent me from gaining what I need.

Give me one good fucking reason to be afraid of a man who fail because of his uncontrollable anger and stupidity.

But no, not after this. Not what I said now, and not what I said beforehand made you angry and hateful of me, except for when I insulted Aren Mstislav. That’s it, right? That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. That’s what made you go out of your way to say this shit became personal. That’s what provoked you to be more aggressive in your tirade, saying that you’d beat the fuck out of me, right? How….disappointing. I expected better from you, and yet here you are bitching because what? I insulted your favourite wrestler and told the truth? Because I noticed what I observed and stated my observations in order to prove my point? Look - if we judged this world based on accomplishments and accolades all the fucking time, then I wouldn’t be here. If we looked at people and only saw the gold they carry, then I wouldn’t be in a match with you, nor in a match with Jamie, nor in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. You wouldn’t have faced Jamie at Ground Zero, you wouldn’t have been at the Cash in the Vault Ladder Match at Pain for Pride, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be at Road To Redemption competing for that title. Aren Mstislav is a Pure Champion, a World Champion, and I can’t deny that. But I wasn’t trashing on his legacy. He’s done more than me, sure, but does it mean anything when by the end point of his career, he lost to pathetic jokes like Mike Showman and Anthony Leonhart? Because he gave you a good fight at Territorial Invasion and you lost to him countless of times, now you think me slandering his name is like defiling the house of a god? And here you are calling me petty. I don’t know about you, but it sounds pretty fucking petty to think what I said makes our match personal by any means. Are you just so mad at everything that even when I make an offhand comment about your favourite wrestler it makes your skin boil to the core? Wow - now THAT’S fucking low, to be so mad at such insignificant words. I know he wasn’t the only one you’ve managed to defeat; I know you’ve beaten men like Jacob Senn, Lannister, and Scott Oasis. I know who I’m going up against, I know what to expect. I don’t underestimate any aspect about you, what you’ve achieved in your career...what I pray for is for you to understand the threat I bring. I want you to understand the danger I am, and how much more volatile and vicious I am when I am deprived of a victory. I don’t want you to underestimate me, to take me for granted like so many others have - like Amadeus, like APOCALYPSE, like so many who will come before me and try to prevent me from reaching my goal. You need to understand - when you back a dog into a corner, it’s going to take a bite out of your flesh. When it is desperate, when it is left with no choice but to rip into the opposition that stands in front of it, that’s what the fuck it will do. The world might want to see me fail; I might be in the wrong place at the wrong time, bu it won’t matter. I will fire my gun and fight back until I have what I need, and that is the sweet taste of having my hands raised over the broken, battered body of TLA once again.

I want to win, to feel the taste of victory. You want to beat someone to a bloody pulp.

But in the end, there will be room for only one of these satisfactions.

And it won’t be yours.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 7th 2017, 12:51 am by **Revy**

China Girl

*Revy is backstage sitting on the with a brown paper bag in her hand as he stares forward with her eyes wide open. Revy still in disbelief that she won the fatal four way and keep telling herself that this isn’t real.*

Holy shit. What the hell is going on here? Wake up! Wake up! This shit can’t be happening. Am I dead? Did I die in the match and I’m hallucinating? How much did I think before the match? It was only a six pack an hour before the match? Maybe the match never even happened? Is this heaven? Oh god. What did I sign up for? Now I’m in the Elimination Chamber match, and even then. Oh god. The person I’ve facing this week. Oh shit. It’s Brody fuckin’ Sparks. If I’m not dead now, I’m going to die now.

*Revy proceeds to hyperventilate into the brown paper bag causing it to contract and expand quickly before it starts to slow down and Revy lifts the bag upwards into a drinking position as “glug” sounds can be heard. Revy continues to maintain the position and even places one finger towards the camera telling them to wait so she can finish. Revy puts the bag down and wipes her lips as she lets a refreshing sigh revealing a bottle of 40 oz. malt liquor.*

You all didn’t think I was being serious there just now, did you? Anyway, Brody, you don’t know who I am, so allow me to introduce myself to you. I’m Revy, and I have to say. I’m a fan. You weren’t around when I signed with EAW, but I joined Empire while having almost little to no experience wrestling in the ring. Hell, the only real experience I’ve had with wrestling was growing up with a family obsessed with it, and honestly, I personally didn’t really get into it until 2 years ago, just tuning in to Empire while I was serving my country. But next thing you know, I served my time, didn’t re-enlist, and now I’m here. And I have to say, it’s all because of women like you that caught my attention. I mean, you are easily my top 2 favorite. Well, number 2, I guess, but ever since Stephanie Matsuda became a fan favorite, I’ve been kind of meh about it. So you can very well be number 1. Can I have your autograph? Dead serious here. Sign this empty bottle for me! No? Maybe some other time and under friendlier conditions, but as I said, I am an admirer of your work. In a weird way, as a fan, I feel I can resonate the most with you. What you say and do, almost reflects how I feel about most things. And with that said, thank you, Brody Sparks, for being the icon that you are. While everyone here on Empire is a bitch, you the head bitch, and I mean that in the most sincere form of flattery, and truth be told, I so look forward to facing you in this match.

However, I’m going to have to disappoint you for a moment. After all, I’ve gone though life always being a constant disappointment unless I have a rifle in my hand. I see what you are doing there. I can see you being careful with your words, thinking “what if most of what this girl is doing is just an act?” “Best to keep a careful eye on her?” It’s all a trick. But unless I have a gun in my hand, honestly, I’m probably not even a threat to you. Is this a trick too? No. Ask anyone that has fought me. They all started saying the same thing you did. “Revy, this girl has no ambition going for her, but it’s probably all a ruse.” Only to take it back and be all like, “Nope, this girl is an idiot. She doesn’t know what she is doing. She is trying too hard. “Edgy”” I mean, what the fuck does that even mean? Edgy? But they probably aren’t wrong. I’ve been through this dance many times, and it’s best we just cut through all the bull shit. Only April Song is dumb enough to think I’m better than I am, and look what happened to her. One kick to the head, and here we are now.

I mean, I’m just as shocked a dumbfounded as you. I was thinking April Song was going to kick out and then proceed to kick my ass and move on up. But funny how shit like the works out. I suppose people will start saying, “She wanted a tough challenge, she wanted to be noticed. And well, she done and gone and bit off a lot more than she can chew.” And they are right. I am way over my head right now. But look at me? Am I sweating? Am I nervous? Am I regretting anything that has happened? Hell no! I’m a fuckin glutton and I’m going to drink in and bite into everything until either I’ve had my fill or something takes it from me. The only thing people have gotten right about me is, I’m tough. I’m stubborn as hell. I drink too much and I don’t think before saying or doing anything. I’m too reckless and impulsive to the point she is just about ready to self-destruct. But nope. I am in total control of the situation I am in. I’ll blow up when I want. I’m “aware” as they can say. I have my smart moments, but I have my dumb moments. I’m basically just human going into this match and the Elimination Chamber. There is nothing special about me.

You keep saying to me, Brody, that you have something, almost implying that I have nothing. You can believe in your abilities and I don’t believe in myself. And you know what? You are right. You are my senior backstage here. You know what you are talking about. You’re the expert and suddenly you can read me like you’re my therapist. But what I don’t get is why is it wrong to think that way? Why can’t I open say when I think I’m going to lose. It doesn’t alter how I’m going to step in the ring, just because you think the motivation isn’t there. I could keep telling myself that I can, I can beat Brody Spark. But I’d be fucking lying to myself and you know that. First of all, like I said, big fan. I admire your work. I’m happy to see you losing that Specialist Title match and somehow ending up having a shot at the world title again. It’s almost makes as less sense than me, a person that has lost more matches than winning any of them suddenly being a contender as well. It doesn’t make sense. I wouldn’t be surprised if people on the feed are going, “I demand a replay to see if April Song had her foot under the ropes.” Or “Someone test that women for drugs because she suddenly won a match.”

I like you Brody, I really do. But I’m going to tell you that I already know. You ain’t going to like me. Congrats on beating Maddie. She is fun to fight, having lost to her twice already. Maybe Tarah or someone will try to find a way to replace her with me, because “Revy has a drinking problem and putting in the elimination chamber will be dangerous to the other women.” But like what the fuck? Why would it matter? If I’m sober, I’m going to be dangerous anyway. But once again, there is that correlation that “you must really want it in order to win it.” But never, not once in my life time did I ever want or need a wrestling belt. And despite being so close to one right now. I’m still meh about it. Not to insult your ambition to one day win this title. In fact, as a fan, I find it hilarious how far you women will go for that hunk of metal. And sure, I can let myself go and get caught up in the EAW Women’s Champion fever. But it just not me. All I can say is, I’m going into that Elimination Chamber match, I’m going to raise hell and leave knowing I did just that. Whether that title follows me home, well, as petty as it sounds, how hilarious would it be if I won something you constantly tried and strive for to a person that would use it as a means to just get free drinks at a bar? You want to touch my pretty belt? Buy me a drink and I’ll let you wear it.

Is it starting to hit you yet, Brody? Are you starting to see why people don’t like me or believe in me? Am I “edgy” to ya? Is this all a big joke to me? Well, Brody, look at it and tell me. 3 nobodies and a former champion go into a match, and one of the nobodies wins. That nobody will go on to compete with 4 other women and a champion. And here is the punch line. Brody Sparks, former specialist champion and sure fire future hall of famer vs Revy, a person that hasn’t done jack shit to be in a position that I’m sure April Song is beating herself up for. Yeah, it sounds like a big joke. Hahaha. Laugh it up. Revy is going to be torn apart. But you know what? Once again. No sweats. No Fidgeting. Not even drinking to forget my sorrow. No dear. This is a fucking celebration and I’m living it up. It’s about to get lit all up in here, because I got what I wanted. An opportunity to show off. But what does a person that as you are paraphrasing, “nothing” even have to show for it?

That life sucks and nothing is fair. You think I’m scared or worried about facing you and 4 other women in that huge structure. I know you are going to come at me by talking about how you’ve already been there and going to try to either talk me out of it or continue to tell me to believe in my own abilities. Let me save you the trouble and tell you right now, that I’m not listening. I’ve watch Empire enough to know exactly what I’m dealing with and what I have to bring to the table, and now, it’s time to see poetry in motion and you can bet there is going to be some bitchin’ riffs thrown in there. This isn’t new for me. As I’ve said, I’ve been deployed and been to war. Everyday wasn’t a chance for me to win. Everyday was just a chance for me to die, and all I’ll need to get through this, my one ambition that has taken me this far is just that, “Survive.” If I die, so be it, I did so going out in a Blaze of Glory. And if I live to drink another day, who am I to complain. I’ve lost so many times in life, it’s basically a numb sensation. Heck this winning thing is all new to me, but I have to say, I kind of like it, and would like to experience it some more.

Who knows, I might develop a winning problem as bad as my “drinking problem?” But until then, keep your eye on the gold. I’ll just keep on focusing on myself. What doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger. And with that said, Brody, don’t hold back just because I’m new and inexperienced. I expect you to treat me as if you would going against the likes of Aria Jaxon or Consuela. I want you to give me everything you got and beat me to an inch of my life. After all, if you want to know me that badly, this is going to be the best way you going to get to. If you want to talk, buy me a drink, but I’m not in the mood to chit chat. I’m here to fight. Laugh it all up, folks. Brody Sparks vs Revy. Everyone knows what to expect out of that, but you can bet that not only am I going to ruin that joke, but I’m going to ruin your chances of becoming the EAW’s Women Champion. Which one is going to win? Your ambition and your greed for the gold or my pettiness just to see your world burn. As I said, I’ve enjoyed watching you. Big fan of your work. I’ve enjoyed seeing you fail, and it’s almost a dream come true to know that I could, first hand, be responsible of you failing once more. Go ahead, hate me now. Give me your worse and I'll give you mine.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 11:32 pm by **Amadeus**

"Not all who wander are lost."

Amadeus sits cross legged in a darkened room, a single incandescent bulb illuminating them. Lying on the ground in front of him is the Interwire title. Rather than his usual white suit, he is dressed in loose athletic clothing; baggy shorts, tank top, sneakers, all in white. His dark hair is plastered to his head with sweat, as if he just came from a workout. His breathing is quick at first, but begins to moderate itself.

"The road to this title was not a straight line. To be completely honest, back when I first came to this company, back when I was Dynamo Go, I expected to have this title shortly after debuting. I thought the world would fall at my feet. That was silly, of course. Ignorant to the highest degree. I didn't understand the world that I had stumbled into. I was the one left humbled and broken. I meandered for quite some time. I found moments of success here and there. Clearings of clarity, only to stumble back into the woods. But I ever kept the thought in mind that I would continue to spiral closer to the heights that I knew I could reach. Winding though the road was, I knew that each step would make me stronger, each stumble would make me tougher, each pitfall would make me smarter. Then, it hit me. The shock of elevation. I found that clear path and shot higher than I ever imagined, felled foes that I could not have competed with back then. Then, the touch of gold. It's nice to bask in its glory for a moment, isn't it? But I wasn't done in the woods, yet, was I?"

Amadeus reaches forward and picks up the title, cradling it in his hands.

"Lars Grier. Keelan Cetinich. Men that I should have beaten. Hungry for victory, yes. Dangerous and skilled, yes. They were formidable foes, true warriors despite their flaws. Each capable of competing at high levels. Truly, there was no shame in being defeated by the likes of them. But I should have beaten them both nonetheless. This isn't me complaining of the unfairness of life, mind you, or claiming that they cheated, or anything to try to direct blame anywhere other than on my shoulders. I had victory at hand both times, I had the moment to seize the match and hold it within my hands. But where before I had made the most of the opportunities and put my foes away ... I failed. Losses do not break me. These things provide knowledge, knowledge of my limits, limits that I can then break through and transcend. I know that I will right myself. I know that I will come back stronger from these losses. But still, it ... irks me ... to fail twice in a row. Maybe it's because of the other truths that Jamie O'Hara speaks. About Nightmare. No, we are not the terrorizing force that we should be. And that failure is on our shoulders. We were supposed to be a force of nature, but sometimes, such forces fizzle out, like a hurricane breaking apart over the ocean, becoming downgraded until it's nothing but a light breeze off the coast. Disparate forces flying off in alternate directions, rather than focusing ourselves on what it important: change."

Amadeus rolls backwards on his shoulders to stand on his hands, continuing his flip to transition gracefully to his feet, settling the title on his shoulders.

"Jamie O'Hara, you stand as a portion of Voltage that needs to change. You stand atop a Voltage that is decayed and sick. For all of your vaunted victories, you have not led Voltage to a new age, you have not elevated this brand to the heights that you should have. Instead, you serve nothing more than your own legacy. And a proud legacy it is. No, I take nothing away from your skills, from your record, from your history. You stand at the pinnacle, heights that I can but dream about. I have held victories over champions in the past, but neither Tiberius nor Drastik hold a candle to the focus and determination that you have right now. You have none of the ennui that Drastik had. You truly approach each match with the same fervor, no matter if it's a title match or one against a green rookie. Yet again, despite the pile of victories at your feet, the bodies of your conquered foes piled high, as the de facto prime representative of Voltage, you have failed in the representation of this brand. You are a force of stagnation on Sunday nights. For all the talk of Voltage being the land of opportunity, I think that we all know that this is nothing but propaganda. Just a catchy phrase for the announcers to scream into their headsets. Makes for a good soundbite. I don't think this is your intention, and there are others that hold the blame for this, most notably our pedantic and petty general manager Kenny Drake. But you are a symbol of all that is wrong on this brand, and the destruction of this symbol is needed before Voltage can truly begin to grow anew.

"Alas, that power is not in my hands. Whether I defeat you or not on Sunday, you will still be the pinnacle of this brand. I failed to put myself in a position where I could have a hand in your true downfall. My momentary lapse was capitalized upon by Keelan Cetinich and he will be in the Elimination Chamber, not I. He will no doubt put on a spirited display, perhaps score an elimination or two, but I think that we have no doubts that his night will end looking up at the lights, probably with an indentation in his skull about the size and shape of your kneecap, Jamie O'Hara. There's no guarantee that I would have succeeded where he is destined to fail, but I would have preferred to hold that opportunity in my hands and fight against the inevitable. Instead, I'm left with another lesson learned and another time to dust myself off of the ground. So Sunday night, I face you under the bright lights with nothing but pride on the line. I can do nothing to change the stranglehold that you have upon the heights of Sunday nights. All I can do is try to make you bleed. Try to be the pebble that stops the locomotive-like momentum that you've built up since before securing that title. Can I truly be the one that can plant even the slightest seed of doubt into your mind? Could such a seed even take root in the arid environment of your ironclad ego? Many have thrown stones at your feet, trying to prove that they are made of clay, in a futile effort to topple the colossus. I choose a different path.

"I'm not going to even try to discount your skills. That's a silly assertion. I'm not going to call myself the boogeyman under your bed and seek to invoke fear within your soul. You have no fear, certainly not in our match, where defeat means little to nothing to you. I won't say that you getting old and weak. We all know that you are in your prime and at the top of your game. You're not overconfident; you know exactly where your boundaries are, exactly how far your skills go. You know that you are the biggest fish here on Voltage and we are but minnows before you. You tear down everyone who opposes you in the ring, weakening your competition, but also cheapening your victory. So what hope does this minnow have of conquering you? What can I do against the unstoppable force that you have become?

"Rise.

"Rise to the challenge, though the situation is perilous.

"Rise.

"Rise to the occasion, to fight beyond my limits.

"Rise.

"Rise from the ashes of bitter defeats, with fire burning anew.

"Rise from disappointments of hopes lost.

"Rise from the forest of the lost to the dizzying heights to slap the moon just once.

"Rise, despite the knee that's been buried in my face. Rise despite the odds of slim victory. Rise because that is what is required. The pain, the shame, the agony, all sacrifices to the greater need. To rise up, as a beacon of what Voltage could be. To rise as a new symbol of what can come after the ashes and the burning. To rise against the fate that many people see as sealed. But I still have the fight within. To defeat you will not effect immediate change within Voltage. At the end of the night, the status quo will still be the same. But to defeat you, Jamie O'Hara, to stop your momentum, even if just for a moment, I send a clear message to all of Voltage that I will change the course of Voltage. That you are not the immortal that you believe you are. That while you are most assuredly the present of Voltage, I am its future. Defeating you will be a promise that I will bring the fires of change to Sunday nights. I will erode this shadow that you cast upon us all, break it down, piece by piece til my hands are bloody if I have to. Not because you're an evil person. No, I quite like your mean streak. Makes a deadly beast more dangerous, like giving a viper wings. I actually quite like Jamie O'Hara, the man. I respect him as a potent warrior, who is at the top of his craft. It's not a matter of good or evil. It's a matter of the future. And while you concern yourself simply with your future, polishing up the mantle for your inevitable place in the Hall of Fame, I concern myself with the future of Voltage, seeking to elevate it beyond where it is today.

"And to do that, you must be cast down.

"That is why I will fight on til my body gives out on me. No matter how many times or how hard your knee finds it way into my temple, if there is some spark left within, I will muster it to rise. For all that I've spoken in the past of breaking the dreams of others, for this week, it's not about that. Your dreams, Jamie O'Hara, hold no interest to me. Your dreams are not for me to assault. A spot in the Hall of Fame? Surely, I believe that you deserve such consideration. Breaking records of holding that title? I'm not in the position to change that as we speak. No, this week, for once, is about my dreams. And they involve much more than straps of leather trimmed with gold. They are much more than my own legacy, for I would gladly burn along with Voltage if it would effect change. My dream is beyond all of that. It is the light and the fire of a new dawn on Voltage. A Voltage free of the meddling of bureaucrats, free of the chaff that dilutes the worthy. A Voltage that burns as a beacon of violence and blood, shining above all of EAW.

"It is the sweetest dream of all. And it doesn't matter if Nightmare splinters and fizzles or if it coalesces into the pure force that it could be. I will bring this dream to reality with just the sweat on my brow and the blood in my heart. I will fight and bleed this Sunday -and every Sunday thereafter- until I achieve it. I will make a statement this Sunday night, one that Jamie O'Hara -and everyone else- will not be able to ignore."

Black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 11:18 pm by **Black Mamba**

1 - 5
"Trouble in Tag Land!"
vs. High Rollerz

I should consider myself forunate.

Here i am, mostly softened but not damaged beyond healing. The Extreme Elimination Chamber was a clear message sent to all. I hope you enjoy that brief moment Nobi, you elmiminated me and deny what was to be a crowning moment. You couldn't take the cue and target POP, you saw me the greatest threat, but that is alright. You didn't walk out the champion either. Yet, POP goes on to be tenderized in the next Chamber for the EAW Championship at Road to Redemption. Have to say i will be waiting when he returns. It is only a matter of time.

With that being said..

Brian saw fit to team me up with the man who thought "hang" me, i add quotations in the air for those listening, cause political strife is something else this year. My tag team partner has demonstrated the chops needed to prove he is not a support character to the main mission that we all strive for. Despite the undercurrents between us, i am willing to accept the reality at hand: Team up, brush off High Rollerz, move on the bigger and better things. I am sure you have had many things to address to me Lance, but rest assure, that business is on schedule tonight.

There is no qualms to be had when facing a team that was unified champions for a long time. While they seek their prize back, it would be an....accident to say the least, losing to upcomers looking to claim a prize of their own. This would be inviting if i consider this tandem a permanent affair between us Lance. As the EAW Tag Team Championships are something to be desired. I would be quite envious of the goal, but you clearly have other intentions. There is no shame in walking out Lance. Lone wolves are easier to kill anyway.

While i would request honor amongst thieves, i cannot truly except that the High Rollers are willing to do this fairly in light of any miscommunications. I wouldn't mind a proper one on one, but then their intended targets might ruin their fun. What will be the eventual reality is that the count will be made to three...or the count to ten...and i will be the winner alongside Lance Hart. He might not want to be my partner but that's the order of business given.

Not much of a legend to absorb, plenty of experience to be had from competing against you, but ultimately...sacrifices upon an altar wasted. Maybe on a better night, you might show me your best. On a better night, i would call your name with a vengeance far greater than any foe previously who crossed your paths. But this week on Showdown, I sneeze in your direction...i bite my thumb at best...in your direction. Acknowledgement is essential, but nothing further is warranted.

You two have had your time, your moments...hell i feel you guys collected dust just from not really being challenged while holding the straps. Yet, without them, i see you lose any visceral aura you might gain not holding them. If we were a security firm, i say you've gotten past your expiration date, you hold no potential skill to relearn, to surge forward. It would be better to admit that while a loss is acceptable, you could not show up.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 10:58 pm by **Moongoose McQueen**

Cassidy: Hi Folks. Cassidy Vegas here, reporting from backstage, where I was personally invited by Moongoose McQueen to conduct an interview, the first real follow up interview for after his loss of the EAW New Breed Championship to Finnegan Wakefield, which we have not heard much of, but rather, all we know is that he has been training and trying to improve these past week. Right now, I am about to step into the locker room here in the FedEx Forum Arena, where we will be 2 days away for Moongoose McQueen first match since Ground Zero.

(Cassidy Vegas opens the door slowly where Moongoose (in his work out gear)along with Shimmer and a little boy is seen sitting on the floor in the center of the room meditating with his eyes closed. Cassidy approaches him and taps him on the shoulders as McQueen opens his eyes.)

Cassidy: Moongoose, We’re here for the interview. I hope we were interrupting.

Moongoose: Oh no, I was just this close to achieving enlightenment, but whatever. Anyway, thank you for being here.

Cassidy: Whose the kid, Moongoose? Does his parents know where he is?

Moongoose: Of course I know where my kid is. Right here. He’s traveling with me for the week with his uncle Shimmer and is trying to keep up with my training, including meditation where we intend to focus on strengthening the body, the mind, and our spirituality.

Shimmer still meditating with his eyes closed: Who Likes shorts shorts?

Light Jr: I like shorts shorts.

Moongoose: They are way off. But yeah, let’s go ahead and get this interview started. Fire away.

Cassidy: Don’t you normally get us a set of questions first and list of rules and guidelines as to how to conduct this interview? Forgive me, I’ve never really interviewed you and word gets around that….
Moongoose: …..that I’m difficult to work with? Trust me, this isn’t going to be that kind of interview. This is going to be casual, I mean, look at me. Head band, short shorts, I’m not exactly dressed for the occasion. But go ahead, fire away with the questions.

Cassidy: Well, how have you been feeling after losing the New Breed Title to Finnegan Wakefield at Ground Zero?

Moongoose: Nothing at all. I mean. I’m not happy about it, but I’m not angry about it at all. In fact, I’m kind of relieved now as I don’t have to look back knowing the New Breed Championship is in good hands. Prior to our match at Ground Zero, I didn’t like Finnegan Wakefield. He was too boring and linear for my liking, but at Ground Zero, he was doing stuff and taking risks to the point I personally feel he has earned the victory. But its not to say I didn’t have much to gain from that match at all. It was a real eye-opener, considering that was almost the first ladder match I’ve had in 3 and a half years, and I really wasn’t pleased with how I performed. So it really allowed me to have the opportunity to look back and retrain so that I kind return to being THE Moongoose McQueen people are so familiar with. The one that can be the face of the company. The one people can see as a true contender for the world title. The one that has gotten a 90 or better overall in wrestling games in that past. I need to get back to that, and the last couple of weeks has been just that. Training. Training. Training.

Cassidy: What is next for Moongoose McQueen?

Moongoose: I honestly don’t know. As I’ve said, I had an interest in Jamie O’Hara as of recently, the most since I’ve joined and having wrestled and lost to the man 3 times. I can finally say, I really want a match with him.

Cassidy: And do you really think you can go from losing the New Breed title to facing Jamie O’Hara?

Moongoose: Within the month? Probably not. But I can say, I’m much more focused oriented to the point that I can do anything if I truly set my mind to it, but as of now, I’ll go where the wind takes me, and as Jamie keeps retaining and losing challengers, eventually, opportunity will knock on my door and I’ll answer it.

Cassidy: Do you see yourself being in the Elimination Chamber match for Road of Redemption?

Moongoose: I’d love to see that. As a person that has been in a elimination chamber like match, maybe not in EAW, but having survived such a demonic structures, I’d be happy to step back into one with a smile. I don’t know if Kenny would throw me in the match or not. To be honest, I haven’t done much to warrant the inclusion. But a chance to step in the ring with TLA, Lars, Keelan, Jamie, and let’s be honest, Cameron, It might be the greatest challenge for myself to date. But alas, if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. Because if not, You can sure as hell bet I’ll be in the next one, and as bold a statement as it will be, I’m going to be defending the world title.

Cassidy: That is incredibly bold. In the past, you have stated that you haven’t had much interest winning the world title, calling it boring and overrated. What has changed?

Moongoose: Progress, Cassidy. Progress. Looking back, it has been a year since I’ve joined, and despite being the New Breed Champion and igniting some life back into the lower division, I’m not happy with how much I have done. So the goal is to improve from last year. Time is short, and I’m not getting any younger. It really does feel like it’s now or never, and if I don’t step away from where I am now, then as much as I hate to say it, I have no use for this business. But I’m not just going to roll over and die, because I’m just going to say it. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. “Because I can!” “Because I can!” I might have accomplished almost nothing this year, but by the next, you will be looking at an EAW World champion and already, I’m looking at everything that can get me there. There is this Elimination Chamber, there is the Grand Rampage, there is the King of Elite or even the Contract for the Vault. I have carefully looked at and weighed all my option, and this is what this is all for.

(Moongoose proceeds to remove his head band and drop it to the floor with a huge thud. Followed by his wrist bands, shoes and a shirt, all hitting the ground to a huge thud. Cassidy looks on in amazement)

Cassidy: How much does those weigh?.. Oh God!

(Moongoose proceeds to take off his shorts revealing a huge black bar over his pelvic region as he tosses the shorts into the air, but instead, it immediate drops to the floor with the loudest thud of them all.)

Cassidy: Can I have one interview where a wrestler doesn’t expose himself to me?

Moongoose: Sorry, it’s a little cold in here.

Cassidy: Anything else?

(Moongoose pulls out some weights that were tucked into his sock and tosses them to the floor along with a pair of handcuffs)

Cassidy: Wait what?I have so many questions! What are those? How did those pants stayed on like that? Can you please put on something to cover up?! Where did those hand cuffs come from?

(Moongoose grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist)

Moongoose: One question at a time. Weighed clothes and what I removed was essentially 50kg worth of weights made from this new technology that I’ve invested in. If you are over the age of 18, use your imagination to how I kept those shorts on. I did tell you this was a casual interview. And I can’t reveal that secret. Anything else?

Cassidy: That’s impressive and all, but couldn’t you had the weighed clothes … you know, better designed to work with the modern age looked.

Moongoose: NO! BECAUSE I WANTED TO SHOOT A DAMN 80’S MONTAGE FOR VOLTAGE LAST WEEK, SO I HAD THEM DESIGN THEM EXACTLY HOW IT SHOULD BE! Forgive me. As I said, it’s a little chilly in here.

Cassidy: ???

Moongoose: Anything else?

Cassidy: Can we get more of an insight as to what kind of training you have been doing?

Moongoose: Of Course. So as you see, I’ve been wearing weighed clothes during the entire past 2 weeks and will be continue to do so. Not only has my strength increased, but so has my speed and agility and I feel so much more lighter. I suppose you can say this is the Dragon Ball method, but as of right now, all my attire are made with this heavy duty material, and no, I am keeping the design as they are. And then as a step up from my last training, where previously I had done 100 push ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and running 10 km every single day. I’ve finally done and gone and pushed my body to the limit, and now, I’m doing 101 push-ups, 101 sit-ups, 100 squats- and running 10km with exactly one more extra step, and I can feel my power growing ten-folds!

Cassidy: THAT DOESN’T ADD ANYTHING NEW TO YOUR LAST WORKOUT?!!

Moongoose: Well, I’m not going to work myself bald. Plus look at my hair, during all this working out, it has grown back and the coating is shinier and better than ever. But beyond that, I’ve been running more drills in the ring, meditating and learning to control my impulses. Working harder and harder every day to become the man I once was and the man people want to see. I know what I’m capable of, and there is absolutely nothing to stop me from getting back into my prime and exceeding that. MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN IS BACK, BABY!!

Cassidy: I have to say, personally, I thought you were one of the better talents to step in EAW as of lately, but to imagine that you could be better is exciting. What can you expect to see out of your match with Shaker Jones this week?

Moongoose: Well, Shaker Jones has been improving tremendously over time and I’m going to give credit where credit is due. It’s admirable. It’s inspiring. It truly is great to see a man like him put in more effort and really take in each win as the greatest moment of his life. But sadly, he is about to experience something he is one too familiar with. He will once again have to settle is what is possibly his comfort zone that is losing once more. As I said, your hard work and dedication will get you far, but with the way the world works, the one working even harder and wants it more will likely come out the victor. And no offense to all the progress Shaker Jones has made, but I need to go ahead and start and jump start my career back on the right path. You think, maybe, just maybe, weighing those weight for so long as made him tired and worn out, but believe me when I say, I feel more alive now than I ever had, and at this point, I don’t think anything can tire me. And no, Jones, you won’t wear me out. You are out classed in so many way. I’m stronger than you, faster than you, smarter than you, and in the end, better than you. But don’t let this loss discourage you. Learn from it just as I’ve learned from my losses. After all, for me, as someone that people expect so much from growing up as a prodigy, it is the losses you should never forget. Don’t run from them, embrace them, use them as a means to push and improve yourself. I can’t say I’ll get much out of having this match from you, but that shouldn’t discourage you from trying to get the most out of it, and who knows, you might surprise me. Maybe you can pull off a huge upset and beat me. For all I know, you might be the next Finnegan Wakefield and take me by surprise? But only if you want it, so Shaker Jones, come and take it. Hit me with your best shot. Give me everything you got, because I’m not going to step in that ring and tease you and play around. I’m going to destroy you as a mean to show Kenny Drake and everyone else just how serious I am. I won’t lie, winning the world title is overrated to me still. But that doesn’t change the fact that I can win the world title and redefine it. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again in EAW. Shaker Jones. Be grateful, for you are going to be a part of history. Your name will go down as the starting point for Moongoose McQueen second and greatest year to come. You will be a part of a new Era, all of which, I, will change the course and direction of EAW forever.

Welcome to EAW! EAW is Moongoose McQueen!

(Moongoose McQueen turns back to Cassidy, but she is no longer standing besides him, but rather, trying to lift up Moongoose McQueen’s clothes, but barely getting them up.)

Cassidy: Holy shit, these are heavy.

Moongoose: Careful with those, you might hurt yourself.

(Moongoose McQueen walks over to her and tries to help her lift the clothes, but McQueen’s towel slips off and scene goes off camera)

Cassidy: OW!!

(Cassidy walks back towards the camera, but this time, holding her left eye)

Moongoose: Woah, woah. Don’t go blaming me for that. You turned into it and it smacked you there. You shouldn’t had been trying to lift my clothes to begin with.

Light Jr: YEAH! You turned right into it, you stupid assclown! Smacked you right in the face! POW, RIGHT IN THE KISSER!

Moongoose: Language, mister. Don’t make me tell your mother you been watching Honeymooners again!

(Cassidy walks off)

Moongoose: Sorry! If you need something to cover it up, Shimmer has a great make up kit! ….. Damn it. Shimmer, I’m going to need the number for you sexual harassment lawyer. I mean, if they managed get you to wrestle one night for Empire, that has gotta be the best lawyer money can buy.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 10:38 pm by **вrσdч spαrks .**

[ KEEPING UP APPEARANCES // COLLEGE PARK, MARYLAND // CHAPTER 005 ]
»THURSDAY NIGHT EMPIRE | THE XFINITY CENTER | 10/12/17«
EAW Promoz! - Page 27 WvEY6Ea

BRODY SPARKS VERSUS REVY

‟It's a particularly unique feeling when you get to experience something for the first time. When you feel that first breeze in the winter time when you feel that heat during the summer time for the first time in what feels like so long. When you go on your first date and you make sure everything is perfectly planned, for the ideal night. They are big milestones because it happens to be the first time you're exposed to something you weren't exposed to before. I can't lie Revy, our first meeting in this ring, well something tells me there's going to be a bit of a euphoric feeling to it. It's our first time getting a taste of each other and our abilities and what we bring to the table. It just so so happens that the timing is quite convenient. The first time you and I come face to face just so happens to be just a few short weeks before we both enter that chamber at Road to Redemption. It’s not a stretch to say that were both given something, an opportunity. Something to take advantage of. Who’s going to make the most of it? One might ask, what will you be able to walk away with at the end of this match? Darling, I for one plan on walking away with the precise formula that I need to make sure that when it comes to Road to Redemption you're not in my way. I get the chance to experiment with you to see how you move in that squared circle, especially with someone like me. Let us see if Revy has what it takes to personally show me why exactly you belong in that chamber.”

‟I can't exactly say that I know you or know who you really are. A lot of women come here and a vast majority of those some women leave because they cannot stand the pressures that they face in this business, let alone in this company. When they say that this company is the land of the elite, it is a fact because of plenty of people, male or female, regardless of gender they come here and they seem to think that their past accomplishments mean something here. They seem to walk in here with a sense of entitlement and because of that entitlement, they end up costing themselves what could be a bright future. I have seen more than a few women like you, coming and going, but I have to say, I've seen you here and there but I really don't know much about you Revy. From what I have gathered, what I do know is that you are a woman who beat three other women, one of them being a former champion, in order to even participate in this chamber. I mean that has to go without saying that you are a very credible competitor, but what may be credible to those women aren't exactly credible in my eyes. I was once in your position but a key difference between you and I was that I always knew I had something. I forced people to see the potential I had, untapped potential but when I tapped into that gold they all knew I was going to be a force to be reckoned with and now here I am ready to enter my second chamber. I see just a little bit of qualities that I have in you but unlike yourself there is much more to me than what just means the eye. There is one thing about you that angers me, babe, I mean one minute you're supposed to be this evil, villainous, aggressive, ruthless and ill-tempered woman and then the next you're on The Feed, talking about cookies with Daisy Thrash. You just seem like the standard “reckless, but a bitch” and trust me, you’re going to need a lot more than that to survive in that ring with me. To your credit, you have me a little bit dumbfounded and with anyone else I probably would have laughed when I found out I would be facing you, but I cannot laugh. I cannot take this lightly because you are a woman that I'm going to be competing with for a title that I have had my eye on for a very long time. I'm not going to allow you to walk into Road to Redemption with more momentum than I have. I faced the current Empress Of Elite, I made her tap out to earn my place. You beat two useless objects, and April Song, a woman who made a joke with The Specialist Title. I made our Empress choke on every word she had ever said about me. If you haven't’ known by now, I really love to prove people wrong and I really love to make people eat their words. I absolutely hold very dear to my heart, what I did to Madison I kind of sent a message. I did as I planned. Now I go from facing the woman who is our Empress to someone I hardly even know. Most people would look at this and think that maybe this is the easiest match that they can probably have, they probably don't look at you as competition and trust me I've been in that position. I've been in that position where I thought that. I learned the hard way at Pain For Pride that the person that you least expect as your threat can actually be your biggest threat and cost you everything that you have loved. I refuse to take you lightly, but I refuse to let you hold a victory over me. I'm going to treat you like every other person I've ever faced in this company.”

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 9:39 pm by ?

Fools. Nothing but fools and scum. All around me. Whether those fools be a champion who still believes I am heartbroken over not claiming a championship I showed no true interest in holding in the first place. Or that be a completely useless partner who is clearly punching far above his weight class and missing every jab and hook he attempts. The only thing to truly salvage from any of this is that now I can finally move on to bigger and better things. With the National Elite Chamber behind me I can focus on my true goals and ambitions. Causing grief and suffering to those who deserve it. And when you look at who I’m up against this week, that’s just what I got. Two decidedly popular, but not good hearted individuals. Neither of these men are saints, and they openly acknowledge it. I must give credit where credit is due on that aspect though. Congrats you two for knowing yourselves better than your moronic fanbase does. Of course I am referring to the High Rollerz. I don’t care about your rivalry with the Triumvirate. I don’t care if you’re the “greatest tag team in EAW”. I don’t care about my partner James Ranger or Black Mamba or whatever that idiot wants to be called. And I don’t care about this tag team matchup either. I’m just James remembers what happened LAST TIME I took part in a tag team contest that I had no true interest in. I left, and Lucas Johnson got absolutely blitzed. And I laughed it up, I loved every minute of it. I personally think it is pretty safe to lump Jucas Johnson and James Ranger together in terms of ability, so I say why not bunch them together in this regard as well. They’re both idiots who I am surprised can even function on a day to day basis. But you Jack Ripley, you decided to throw daggers directly at me. And you were most certainly aiming for the jugular when you did it too. Now don’t get me wrong, I am practically openly acknowledging that you’ll win this contest. I have absolutely no faith in myself here. You are undisputedly the most accomplished duo in Elite Answers Wrestling modern day. I’m being matched up with one man who I both DESPISE and believe to be more of a handicap than an actual asset. And no matter where my own abilities stand, there’s literally no chance of me breaking through the BOTH of you. No matter how hard I tried, and best believe there’s no chance of me going all out just for some random one off tag team match that I don’t even want to participate in. Brian Daniels is making a big mistake placing me here and he’s not going to get away with it. Hell I’d argue that I’m more concerned with him placing me under these circumstances than the two of you even being in the position to give me another defeat this week. And I can definitely tell you this right now. If you placed me in a proper one on one title situation with Prince of Phenomenal, I would obliterate that old bastard.

He thinks that he is so high and mighty able to shittalk all of us AFTER the fact. He said more about me after the match than he EVER had to say going into it. That speaks volumes of the type of man POP is and the type of champion Showdown and Brian Daniels are allowing to exist. I just can’t believe the horrible shape this company is just ALLOWING itself to be in. Something has to be done about this trash that many of you openly acknowledge as a Flagship Brand. I’m not a tag team wrestler, that’s the basic gist of all of this. I hate my partner, and I’m not here to prove how well I perform in “Team Environments”. I’m here to show my dominance AS A SINGLES COMPETITOR! You know when I first got here and was given this opportunity by Brian Daniels, I honestly thought things would go in the right direction. I truly had faith that Brian was taking the correct path in how to handle me and where to place me. But here we are under a month later and already he has dropped the ball. I don’t care whatsoever about proving I can go head to head with the men who carried the tag team division for the last year or so. Why? It’s pretty fuckin obvious now is it not? I don’t give a shit about being a tag team wrestler Jack. I’ve got far better things to do with my time and higher heights to achieve than the low ceiling that you and David set for yourselves. I actually have enough faith in myself becoming a top tier singles threat that I’m not bogging myself down to be exclusively a team fighter for the entirety of my PRIME! I’ve been there done that on the tag team scene. Held Tag Team gold in the past elsewhere. It doesn’t interest me at all. Just as being some lowly midcard champion doesn’t either. Bu it’s fine I guess. I can handle not doing much this week and just allowing James to get destroyed as he deserves to. Then Brian Daniels and I are going to have a little chat about the direction I am headed in on Showdown. And why currently it is going in the WRONG direction. So there’s no hard feelings here boys. It’s not that you’re not talented individuals who have put on classic bouts against the cream of the crop in the past. It’s not like you two haven’t made history and are honestly the only real choice for Tag Team of the Year. It’s just that well...competing in a contest where I am basically designed to lose to make you look like more of threats to Ares and Lannister is not where my interests lie. I’m sure you two would understand. Which is why I am willing to feed you both James Ranger and the victory. Enjoy it lads, it’s the most you’ll ever get from me.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 9:00 pm by **Rex32**

It must not stop.

What will be, will be.

The journey will go on, the story will continue to be written.

Many must wonder at this point, why is it that this can be laid out so plainly like a novel being transcribed, based from actual events that take place on a weekly basis each and every month. They must wonder what all of this means in the Grand scheme of things, to be able to give the world a different perspective through words of why the career of this elitist ventures on with lasting purpose. The simple, most direct, and forward response would be that I don't allow myself to be burdened by things that don't directly affect me or my forward progress in this company. I don't allow the dictates of what others assume should be my concern to grab my attention away from the ultimate purpose at hand. The purpose that drove me that night at the beginning of the season to stand in front of the world to get them to see things from a different perspective. Three months later, here we are. The world has been forced to see things from a different perspective. Different from the same tired old tune from the same Gold-mining egocentrically, greedy individuals. Change, diversity, and evolution is being forced into the forefront. Shaping the future, it was never expected to be an easy endeavor to take on, but it wasn't to be considered something that would have this much influence either. Now they all wish to try and put an end to it all, because I've been able to change the consensus point of view of those that wholeheartedly believed it would lead to nothing. They were wrong. I continue to transcribe this journey as I go, because there is no one that has been able to stop me. There has been no one that has been able to prevent my forward progress. There has been no one that has been able to put an abrupt end to the author of this transcribed story. I don't have time to be burdened by all the happenings going on around me. I don't have time to listen and take in all the animosity that peers and to a lesser extent fans have of my approach, or my words, my actions. I don't have time to worry of the results that each experience brings, because none of these experiences have been enough to put even a dent in my armor. Instead they have done the opposite. I take what I want from each experience, and I move on. I don't have time to...suffer, or be burdened by grief.

Suffering does not change a person, it reveals them.

For many, if they're going to try, they go all the way. If they don't, then what was the point to begin with? To lose everything that they once cherished, and those that they loved, and they to them. For those who suffer such a fate, it might mean entrapping themselves, shielding themselves off from the world in isolation to hide their pain, to avoid derision. To them, isolation becomes a gift, and they treat it as such. Cherishing and loving it as if it were better than anything else they could imagine. No other feeling like it. Just them and the God's, and the many, many nights alone. The only fight they have left to give into. The pure pleasures of remembering what they once had...all of it, those never go away. They'll never stop missing those that were so precious to them, the gaping hole that can't ever be filled. No matter what kind of mask they choose to wear, none of those masks can hide the fact that they are crippled inside. All it does is magnify their struggles. Lost opportunities. Lost possibilities. Everything appears to be darker after all the lights go out and all goes black than it would have had it never shone period. Nothing ever helps alleviate the suffering, all their efforts are never enough, because everyone else around them, they have become too strong. They can not be struck down. You cannot take from them, but they can take from you anytime they wish, because you allow it. You're weak. Anyone like them who suffers, will always lose something they thought was theirs forever, until they finally come to realize that none of it ever belonged to them, because they never truly deserving of any it. They eventually come to find that that's how it was always meant to be, but they will still try, they will still go all the way.

No worries, you have a part in this story as well.

No, this isn't the hill you're meant to die on, afraid not. I don't wish that upon anyone, not even in my most sadistic thoughts imaginable. No. You're different. You're a special case. Everyone has a part to play in this story. You see, despite this overwhelming urge to lash out at you for everything your not, I actually feel more inclined to do just the opposite. Everyone has been watching you, been watching your every move on the Showdown brand each and every week of this season. We all watch on, as you and your source of weaponry that you have chosen to wield inside of that Chamber, waiting to see what your next move is. You seek vengeance, you seek gold, you seek... redemption. You possess this strong iron will that gets you far in these times, a stubborn tenacity that doesn't allow you to go away quietly under any set of circumstances, and a survivors mentality that ensures that you can fight yet another day. I wouldn't expect anything less from anyone about to step into that Chamber on October 28th, but then again, I just said it. Those are all fine qualities that partly define who you are, but in no way do they make you different from anyone else. What does make you different is you're thoughtless. You're without a care in the world. For someone like you, being reckless is what you know best. It provides you with only insignificant results that help you achieve next to nothing nowadays. Being a thoughtless rusher, intent on doing before thinking, and hoping what you do magically works out is nothing more than a simple recipe for disaster. Of course when it doesn't, you rush to try and do something else, something also not well thought-out, and then hoping once again for more magic. In all of your thoughtlessness, and incessant hurrying, little do you seem to know that you are quietly but surely rushing toward your own demise, almost every time. Though I can see where that must've been of great aid in your battle last week for yourself and that slow falling-from-grace neophyte that you were forced to try and carry through that battle, or maybe it was him carrying you? It bares no burden to me. The sad reality of it is that you didn't care one way or the other about the way things went last week, just as I suspected would be the case leading into that battle. I called you out for who you are, what you represent, and why you, no matter what ounce of effort you put in last week it would not have made a difference because of the said latter sentiments. Nothing will change this week in that respect. You have earned your ticket into the unforgiving purgatory that the chamber offers. It gives you what you want most. While this week I will take this battle seriously, and I will continue to reap the benefits that come with the territory, because it's quite simple. I've got a future to shape. A future that ensures greater things for those coming up from behind this elitist in due time. Change, evolution, growth, and prosperity. All these things become possible, something beyond just mere dreams or imagination for those that will rise up to this level after me, when I continue to put big names like you down, and bury you in the grave that you dig for yourself. Except you have already been placed in your grave, buried for a very long time, haven't you? Buried alive you have been, and like such you are hardly heard by anyone anymore. All we can make out through all the muffling under the dirt is the hopeless crying out of a tired, desperate, deprived, and restless soul that refuses to crossover into the next phase of his miserable existence. Oh, you try to dig your way out, don't you? A triumph here, a triumph there, but has it ever gotten you anywhere desirable in recent years? Then again, you're thoughtless. You could care less whether I continue to throw more dirt over your grave, making you dig even more after I lay waste to you. Or whether I cast you away for good.

But where's the fun in that?

To watch eternal suffering brings far more joy anyway.

You've already fallen, you just need to perish...for good.

At this point, we're all convinced of one truth when it comes to you. Your struggles to achieve the things you desire most nowadays, has everything to do with having a lack of purpose. Lacking in purpose leads to a lack of drive and motivation. What awaits in that Chamber is something that certainly drives and motivates you, as it drives and motivates everyone to go above and far beyond what's expected of them just to obtain their certain acclaim to fame at the top. But it's ultimately something that's going to continue to remain just out of your reach. Once this opportunity has come and passed you by, where's the purpose? Where's the motivation? You don't live your values, because you don't have any. You just exist, nothing more. In that Chamber, you're just another lamb being lead to slaughter...nothing more. You may cause physical pain, lusting for blood, acting like an incensed raging lunatic...but nobody will care, because you're nothing but cannon fodder for those like myself that have proven beyond any doubt that they can more than diminish anything of which you can bring to the table, showing like myself that they are the future, leaving someone like you behind as we all do the past, because that's all you are now. This point was driven home on more than a few occasions to those that came before you...Hall of Famers. People that have long had their moment at the top. Those that have proved to someone like me that they are no longer fit to hold the position they hold to stand before to tell me that I am not fit for the position I HOLD. You don't get that opportunity this week. In my eyes, you don't deserve this opportunity that you are getting at Road to Redemption. You don't deserve to stand in the same ring with someone like me that just wants to banish you for good, and I will. I'll do it because you don't deserve to rise again. You won't get to stand to over me as long as I exist. There is no vengeance, no gold, and certainly no redemption to come for you. For weeks, it's been this elitist that has broken each and every sad intrepid little soul, that was placed before him, down. I've been saying from the beginning of season up to now that the only other way this story can end, the only way to prevent your end, is by killing the author. So many have tried, and have, from a figurative standpoint, died trying. Their chances and opportunities squandered by my hand. But once again, you're thoughtless. Not a care in the world, and that is why you stand no chance this week. Even as the neophyte tries to control the course of fate with what limited power he has in our little battle this week, the future, that can't be prevented, continues to take shape through the iron will, tenacity, and survivors mentality THAT I possess! The rise of this elitist, and many others at this point and time as well as those coming up right behind, is what will ensure that the future of this company is realized. After this encounter, after our battle at Road to Redemption, I don't expect to see you anywhere this close to the top ever again.

Nobody does.

This is the part you are supposed to play.

Just do yourself a favor when it's all done.

Go...go far away from here, and never return.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 8:45 pm by **Jack Ripley**

(Jack Ripley can be seen in a casino, talking to a middle aged man in a suit. It would appear that he looks none too pleased)

Casino Owner: So what the fuck were you talking about on Saturday?

Jack: What...

Casino Owner: Your dad is just a common worker, working with his hands? Are you not proud of the empire I've built? Are you not happy that I gave you everything you wanted as a kid?

Jack: Dad we had to play up the underdog card, people love it.

Papa Ripley: I built this Casino from the ground up sure, but it wasn't nearly as hard as you made it out to be. Talking about not coming from bloodlines and shit. You know damn well you come from one of the most prestigious families in Vegas.

Jack: Oh my gawd dad I'm just trying to do hood rat things with my friends.

Papa Ripley: Yeah, speaking of our friends, what the hell was David talking about? His dad left for smokes and never came back? We're business partners, he's here every day with me. It's not his fault David never visits!

Jack: "Never visits" equals, doesn't come by and gamble every day so you can take our money.

Papa Ripley: Pffffft.. Pffft. As if... You don't know nothing.. .Bout anything...

Jack: Look Dad, I know I'm very fortunate. I grew up with a great family with a great family business. If I left professional wrestling I know that I'd have a great job for me ready. But that's not what management wanted us to say.. But anyways Imma go hit dem slots real quick.

Papa Ripley: You didn't even mention your mom

Jack: Oh.. we're still talking.. Cool, that's what I wanna do right now.. Clearly.

Papa Ripley: Your mom...

Jack: I know what you're going to say, I've heard it all before ok? But honestly I don't even know what you're so mad about. I said you were a hard worker, is that not true?

Papa Ripley: It is..

Jack: Sooooo.... What's the problem?

Papa Ripley: You made it seem like we...

(The Interviewer pops out of a trash can that was next to them the entire time)

Interviewer: JACK!!

Papa Ripley: WHAT THE FUCK! *Punches Interviewer in the face*

Jack: Ha.. Nice.

Papa Ripley: You have weird friends Jack..

(Papa Ripley walks away)

Jack: He's not my friend...! Damn it... My dad must be pretty pissed now, thinks I'm friends with this freak...

(Interviewer struggles back up out of the trash can holding his eye laughing.)

Interviewer: He's got a good punch haha, who was that guy?

Jack: My dad.

Interviewer: I see where you got your right hook from. Very impressive. Why is he here?

Jack: I have a better question... Why do you not take the restraining order seriously?

Interviewer: Ha, you're funny, you can't have a restraining order on the third member of the High Rollerz, it's not legal.

Jack: Hmm, ever want to be a raccoon?

Interviewer: JUST EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE!

(Jack punches Interviewer in the other eye, and falls back into the can... Only to get back up)

Jack: You're like one of those blowup clown punching bags for kids..

Interviewer: Am I a cute raccoon?

(Jack walks away and sits at a slot machine, leaving Interviewer to his thoughts)

Interviewer: That's a yes, I'm such a good raccoon, sitting in a trash can like a good raccoon does..

(Camera goes back to Jack at the slots)

I'm not going to lie,

(Jackpot on the slots)

I'm finding it hard to grab the motivation in this. The only thing I can come up with this is ... Well... I guess I can look at it as a warm up for the title match against the Triumvirate? I mean who are these people? Isn't one the Voltage GM? Is he still doing that thing? Or was he fired for being bad at that? So a wrestler that was so bad at that he had to retire, comes back to be the gm, was bad at that, so he got fired at that, only to come back to be a wrestler so he could show why he left to begin with. Who is Lance Hart? A nobody nothing that can't do shit. The only thing noteworthy that I know Lance has done is compete in the National Elite Title match last week in that elimination chamber. Which he lost. So clearly he's doing big things. Sike, he's not. Then we go to his partner, James Ranger, and I know even less about him. Now he's somewhat new off of NEO, and was thrust into this title match. A match that he really didn't even deserve quite frankly, but since Showdown doesn't have the deepest talent pool, he was thrown right in. I mean let's look at who the National Elite Champion is right now, Prince of Phenomenal... Who's quite possibly one of the most overrated talents in the history of EAW. But let's be honest, to see someone that took so much time off and to come back and win a title within a few months of his return speaks volumes of this company. It shows that the people vying for the National Elite title aren't very good, and that EAW loves nostalgia. But you guys give them no choice but to keep the same old same old continue to get these chances, because you guys aren't good enough. You got your chance, you failed. Now what I'm thinking now is, that neither of you are that smart. You two are coming off a match where you put each other through hell in a title match, only to be put up against the most dominate team in EAW history and you don't even show up to speak your mind.

(Another Jackpot)

You don't come out and defend your actions this week, because I'll tell you right now, everyone is looking at you as lesser talents at this point. You went into that chamber with the world as your oyster, and you came out broken losers. So now you two actually get a good opportunity to show the world that you aren't these huge losers, but you don't show up to protect your image. I'm not taking this match very seriously and why should I? Neither of you are worth my time, neither of you are worth David's time. Sure we don't want ring rust, and honestly I don't think that it's even possible for us to get ring rust, but management wants us to go up against this mishmash tag team that they put together for no reason, so so be it. The High Rollerz are thought of elite, we are thought of as people that can carry a brand, and with good reason, we just carried an entire division for a year. We are going to be the Tag Team Of The Year, and that's without question. Has an end of the year award been such an over and shut case so early on in the year? Doubt it, but that's what we do. The High Rollerz break barriers, barriers that no one has ever thought possible to break. Sure, we lost the Tag Team Titles, all reigns come to an end, but we didn't go down with a fight. We put on a 5 star match against 3 of the most elite talents in EAW history, and honestly that match could've gone either way. But you don't care about all that, you don't care about this match apparently. James, your career is just beginning, it's way too soon for you to be quitting on yourself. You don't get championship opportunities this soon in your career normally... Well unless you're the High Rollerz, and in that case not only do you get quick opportunities, but you capatilize on those chances, and become the goats. Clearly you didn't do that.. But you don't have to give up hope so soon, you're not apart of the High Rollerz, you're not expected to be as good as us. It would be unfair to compare the likes of James Ranger... To the likes of a Jack Ripley, or David Davidson. So don't worry James, I understand that you've already quit on yourself, but pay no mind to it, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and next week you can try to be just as average as you can be.

(Another Jackpot)

I could do this all day. I"m very good at everything I do. Much better than either of you in anything you'll ever do ever. Anyways I'm going to take my winnings, and bang my hot wife, see ya.

(Jack picks up all the coins that fell from the slot machine, and walks out. Camera fades to black)

Re: EAW Promoz! October 6th 2017, 8:18 pm by **Chelsea Crowe**

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event: thursday night empire | 10/12/2017 edition
promo number: 1
participants: chelsea crowe and megan raine versus kimi hendrix and sydney st. clair
word count: 1,019 words

scene one:
october 6, 2017 // televised

The world was a cold place. Chelsea knew that, as she sat before a hotel mirror, wiping away the dried blood around her lips. Her wounds sustained at Empire had opened up again in her sleep – turns out losing a tooth was more of a bitch than expected. But she wasn't about to cry over a little blood and an empty hole in her mouth. No, there was more to worry about.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Everyone saw it. I had Cloud down and pinned, and I was about to win. I was about to prove my dominance over this brand. And then who decided to show their face? Kimi Hendrix. I guess the concussion from having your head kicked into the steel steps made you a bit delirious, because you don't seem to get how much of a mistake you made.”

Through the mirror, Chelsea looks to the camera, smirk upon her face.

CHELSEA CROWE: “It's poetic. I cost you your big opportunity at Manifest Destiny, and you decided to cost me mine on Empire. But you don't get that this isn't about you. It was never about you. I didn't attack you at Manifest Destiny because I have some kind of hatred aimed at you specifically, Kimi. I attacked you because you represented the opportunity that I wanted. The opportunity I will get. You can't take the fact that I did that for purely business reasons, and you want to make it personal. Well, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction.

I'm not someone who needs to focus on some petty vendetta. If you didn't notice, I was dominating Cloud in our match. And if you hadn't gotten involved, I would've won. What have you done, Kimi? And Sydney too, can't forget about her – what have either of you done that was remotely close to my performance? You've both been on Empire supershows, you've got your wins and your fans...but I have something even better. I have drive. I have potential. I have everything you didn't have when you quit, Kimi; and everything you won't have when you eventually disappear, Sydney. So with all this potential and skill that everyone saw on Empire, I don't have a reason to lower myself to your level by getting caught up in some high school drama.

And what are you going to say, Kimi? You attacked me when I was defenceless? Congratulations! You just proved to the world how big of a person you are. Instead of moving on, recovering from your inevitable brain damage – and I'm not talking about the damage I caused – you decided to drag me down when you know I'm no one to mess with. You've tasted my boot, you've felt my forearms against your skull, so why even bother coming for me again? Do you want seconds? If it means I can move onto greater things by knocking you unconscious this week, then I'll gladly give you another helping. And when you're done choking on my punt again, then I'm done with you.”

Chelsea looks away from the mirror and over to the camera as she takes a brief pause, gathering her thoughts for a moment.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Then we have Sydney St. Clair, and hun, I feel sorry for you. In this match, you're not special. You're just a casualty. You've been dragged into this match and forced onto Kimi's side, and Megan and I...we're going to slaughter you both. I know you two have some history – A.K.A, she dropped you like a little bitch – but in this match, I don't care about you. I just want to get this smoke-up-her-arse hippie off my back. So if you stand in my way, expect to be thrown to the side harder than Megan kicked you to the curb. Because if you think I'm going to let anybody else show me up during my first month here, then you're mistaken.

If Megan doesn't take you out – and I have no doubt that she's capable – then I'll do it. And I'll take you out a lot more slowly than she will. Because I'm not just going to make you crawl to the ropes with a torn Achilles, I'll shout some of that abuse your old school bullies used to say at you. I'll make you cry. I'll make you feel worse than your depression probably does when you go home and bawl into your 'not like most girls' membership card. Though you should probably rescind that card, because you're exactly like most girls. You're the stereotypical tomboy who acts like she's too good for this world. “Dream Chaser”? Do you want to fit into any more moulds? I'm sure there's some out there you haven't managed to tick off your list yet.

And I get it, you're one of those Madam Vega students, so of course you're going to act like you're better than everyone else. How dare Megan break away from you and do something on her own! She should be humbled by your presence and friendship! Well guess what? Just because you fight with heart and act kind, doesn't mean you're untouchable, hun. You have ambition and heart, but do you know what trumps both of those things? Drive and a brain – and that's exactly what I have. The reason Megan took advantage of you was because you were too busy thinking with your heart whilst she took control with her head. When you let emotions get in the way, then you're bound to fail.”

The camera closes in a little more as Chelsea throw a smile its way.

CHELSEA CROWE: “That's going to be the moral of our match this week. You two are out here thinking with your hearts and taking everything personally, whilst Megan and I are thinking with our heads and doing what's best for business. What's best for us. So you two can focus on revenge and heart, but we'll be focussing on the real issues – like our rise through Empire.”

As Chelsea turns back to her mirror, smirking and subduing a self-assured chuckle, the video fades to black.

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