EAW Promoz!

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Re: EAW Promoz! October 2nd 2017, 1:42 am by **Tomi Venus**

Success
Dynasty vol. 1

So it seems as though the consensus around the locker room is that Target Smiles is a failure. I’m not devastated to hear this. I’m not even surprised by this. Honestly, why would an atmosphere like the one backstage invite a man like me with any type of respect. I live modestly, I don’t flaunt my money or have women on my arms everywhere I go, and I am not afraid to admit that I put effort in to gain every inch of progress I make. I’m not what the people in the back want to encourage. They want the men and women flexing all of their designer clothes and their jewelry and they want to create stars. They want to make larger than life figures for people to look up to and the only way they know how to do that is to show what they think success is! Success is not a new car, success is not a beautiful man or woman on your side, it’s not social media followers or championships! Success is a Smile on your face and that is why I am able to resonate with our audience unlike the rest of the locker room because I am not desperately trying to separate myself from these fine people, I am one of them. We are all one. Each and every person is connected and while some of my colleagues may have egos too big to own up to that I embrace it. I celebrate the similarities between myself and others, including my opponent this week.

Nasir Moore has spent much of his career as an underdog, overcoming obstacles too big to be overcome. Beating the legendary icon that is CM Banks. Making his way to the very end of a battleground match to earn an opportunity at the EAW Answers World Championship. Nasir Moore the underdog has survived long enough to put someone else in that position. Going back to Territorial Invasion me and you were on the same team in the same match with the same opportunity, but you were the one who walked away with it and I didn’t come close. People came at me for it too. It didn’t matter that we were on the same team and I played a role in taking us to victory, I was a failure just like always. I know Nas, it means nothing to you. You won and Target Smiles just wasn’t good enough. That’s not your fault. That’s just how competition works. Competition is impersonal. You step on people and you don’t care what happens to them. But it’s a bit harder not to care when you’re the one being stepped on.

Nas, I admire the fact that you were able to take advantage of your role as the underdog but I honestly resent it. I work my ass off around here, I have a win/loss record that people wish they could have, and I have rookies like Brayden Wolfe coming out on Dynasty to tell me I’m a nobody after I embarass his peer? I’m tired of switching roles between underdog and welcoming committee. I walked into this company months ago with my eyes on a world championship and after beating almost every person put in my path I get treated like a loser. I get the same remarks about my mask, about my name, and about how I just can’t win that big one. But right here is a moment that is mine for the taking. I have a moment where I can silence every critic and have a defining moment to prove that Target Smiles truly is the finest competitor EAW has to offer. I am merely two steps away from taking my spot at the top of Dynasty. Two very very big steps that nobody expects me to make. The underdog Nasir Moore has become the obstacle to overcome.

Nasir Moore has had my respect for a very long time. I saw him completely deserving of his world championship opportunity at House of Glass, but that was an opportunity he failed to capitalize on. Sounds familiar doesn’t it? However, I’m not going to go the simple and quite frankly one dimensional route of calling Nasir Moore a failure for a single incident of shortcoming. Nasir Moore is one of, if not the best of his generation. I will say that you had an opportunity at the world championship at House of Glass, so I think now it’s my turn. Maybe the Smiling Faces deserve a champion of something more than just hardcore, they deserve a champion of the world. A world champion who doesn’t need to pull up to the arena in a private bus, limousine, or expensive car. A world champion who doesn’t need to post pictures with his girlfriend all over social media. A world champion who is willing to fight in the name of the people and set an example for what it means to truly be a success and I will do it with a Smile on my face.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 2nd 2017, 12:57 am by **Victor Maero**

Renewal

(Developmental.)

“What a glorious feeling,” Maero sings to the rhythm of the rain. “I’m happy again.” He slowly walks down the dark blue tinted street letting the water fall over his clothing. His now transparent white shirt clings to his skin. He drifts down the street humming to himself. He looks from the addresses of the houses to the waterlogged red letter in his hand. The numbers 632 are the only part of the paper still legible. Maero flicks the tooth earring making a dull thud. As he does he stops in front of a house. He looks from his letter to the house's address. He smiles as he walks up the stone pathway. He pokes the doorbell and a chime blitzes through the small house. A full-bodied snarl shadows the doorbell from inside the building. Maero clicks his tongue as he waits.

“Yes?” A large white man with long unkempt hair answers the door. “What do you want at this hour?”

“Candygram,” Maero says cheerfully as he plunges a scalpel blade into the man’s stomach. He covers the man’s mouth with his other hand. Maero pulls his scalpel up and lets the wash of red stain his flesh. He drops the man cascading and gargling blood onto the ground. He deliberately steps on the corpse he created as he enters the building.

“It’s been far too long.” Maero drags his scalpel across the wall as he walks down the entranceway. “Now then…” Maero pulls open a door and licks his lips. “That’s a closet.” Maero quips as he turns to another door. As he opens the door he sees a man opening a safe. The man removes a gun and points it toward Maero. Maero raises his hands.

“Who the hell-” The man’s words are cut off by Maero throwing a scalpel blade at him and puncturing his neck. The man lets off one bullet that glances off Maero’s leg revealing the Five Pillar branding. Before the man can let off another shot Maero’s already grabbed him and forced him to the ground. Maero uses his blade to gently persuade the man to let go of his firearm. Maero pulls the man’s head back and removes something from his back pocket. The ritual metallic clank of pliers being tested to see if they still function sparks a panic in the man’s eyes. He flails wildly as Maero pulls him into a stronger hold, wrapping his arm around the man’s neck. Maero moves the pliers into the man’s mouth and fits them onto the man’s front tooth.

“This is far too much fun to quit. I think there’s a word for this… addiction. I’m addicted to violence.” Maero says lolling his head from side to side. The man grunts making Maero loosen the grip on his tooth. The decision is made that the pliers need to be acquainted with the man’s chest. A grunt is let out along with the contents of the man’s lungs. Maero takes an annoyed breath and recreates the grip he had before he was so rudely interrupted. “I've been on hiatus for a while. That pause has made this high so much better. EAW became my world almost two years ago. I’m ready to be back.” A yellowed tooth is taken from its home and replaced by blood and muffled screaming. Maero laughs.

“It's time the word hardcore meant something again.” Maero jabs a blade into his victim's mouth and drops them. He walks away as they rithe. He leans against the door until all gurgling and movement stops. He lets out a long breath and produces a twisted smile.

“Maero’s back, baby.”

Fade to laughter.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 1st 2017, 4:01 pm by **Chelsea Crowe**

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event: thursday night empire | 10/05/2017 edition
promo number: 1
participants: chelsea crowe versus stephanie matsuda
word count: 1,462 words

scene one:
september 30, 2017 // televised
backstage at a house show // lexington, kentucky

[The following is a video, posted to EAW's social media not long after the announcement of the newest Empire card.]

Through the chaos of the backstage environment, a siren emerges. Chelsea Crowe steps through the curtain, as smug as can be after a successful match against some hopeless local talent. She only has a moment to breathe before the cameras are focussed on her, and one of the interns who aren't being paid enough for their faux-interviewer position approaches. She fixes them with a smile – it's all become too easy already. She had taken like a fish to water with her role in EAW, and that would be no different when she inevitably made her TV debut.

INTERVIEWER: “Uh, a moment of your time?”

CHELSEA CROWE: “Of course.”

INTERVIEWER: “It has just been announced that you will be making your Empire TV debut this week against Stephanie 'Cloud' Matsuda...”

It would be hard to tell for most, but that smugness increased at the mere mention of the Openweight Championship number one contender.

INTERVIEWER: “...with Ryan Marx at ringside.”

And just like that, her face fell. Satisfaction turned to severity.

INTERVIEWER: “Care to comment on this match and your opponent for this week?”

There was a moment of silence – or as much silence as could be afforded backstage at an EAW show – as Chelsea contemplated her words and every thought that slipped into her mind. Every emotion, every carefully controlled statement. Then she smiled.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Oh, I'll have a lot more to say soon. But for now? Excellent.”

And with that, the siren departs.

scene two:
october 1, 2017 // televised

Faded colour. An entire spectrum of it fills the screen as the camera pans across a brick wall that has been drowned in graffiti. The sea of hues washes across the screen before we find a spot of darkness. Leaning against the wall, appearing as though she were a shadow against the brick, is Chelsea Crowe. She stares off away from the camera, a smirk upon her lips.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I know what this is. This isn't my debut match, this is Stephanie Matsuda's time to shine before her title match. This is her 'moment of glory'. And me, I'm just a pawn. Just something to prop her up as she fights in front of Ryan Marx.”

The smirk fades as Chelsea looks to the camera, another layer of darkness in her eyes.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Well sorry hun, because that's not what I'm settling for. I don't enjoy being overshadowed. And I especially don't like being overshadowed in my debut. So if you, Cloud, think you're going to use this as your proving ground, you need to think again. This won't be your test of strength, it's going to be my crowning moment, because I will stop at nothing to get my debut victory over you.

And I know, that's such a cliché thing to say, but it's the truth. If there's anything I hate more than being overshadowed, it's being the underdog, and in this match – on paper – that's what I am. Look at you, Cloud: you've been with EAW since 2015, you've held the Specialists Championship, you won the first ever all-female Grand Rampage match, and now you're the number one contender to the Openweight title. Then people look at me, and they see someone who has nothing to her name and a lot to prove.

But I have nothing to prove to you except that I am not your easy victory.

You on the other hand, Cloud, have a lot to prove here. This Openweight title shot is your first big chance at gold in a while, and the man you have to beat is going to be watching this match live. The same man who's killed members of your former family. The same man you let get under your skin last week on Showdown. What's to say he won't do that again? You said it yourself: “he is a cunning beast”. Oh, you can say you'll be focussed, you're an athlete, you know better than to take your eyes off an opponent...but that's all talk. That's without considering the fact that I'm going to be there. And if you think I'm here this week to play second fiddle to you and someone who has no business being on this show, then you're more delusional than I thought. You're not just under the scrutiny of Ryan Marx, you're under the pressure of me.

I don't rely on others though, just like I don't follow in anyone's footsteps. Which reminds me, Cloud, you could be amazing. I mean it, you truly could be one of – if not the best – woman on this roster. That's if you stopped trying to be what Aria Jaxon is. It's kind of obsessive, Cloud. Like, lesbian trying to fuck their straight friend, obsessive. Not that there's anything wrong with that, Stephy, it's just that...it's a little embarrassing. Maybe if you stopped trying to live up to her, you'd get to the level you want to be at. If you stopped obsessing over fighting Aria for the World title, then maybe you'd have a better chance at succeeding – not just this week or against Marx, but in your career in general.

You live in Aria's shadow, and you need to accept that before you fail and die in your pursuit to see the sun. Because Cloud, you try to act as if you had an important role in Formation, but who came out of there with World Championships? Aria and Cailin, two people who didn't give a damn about comparing themselves to others. And you? You just came out of it with the prized position of being the Sanatorium's bitch. Controlled by Alexis Diemos, overshadowed by Brody and Maddie...that's what you were when you joined the Coven. You tried to make your mark, and all you did was find a new group to be the doormat for. I'm surprised you didn't start fucking one of the witches – maybe then you'd have actually done something of note with them. Instead, you didn't do anything, and even when you left that group, you still couldn't achieve much. How's Lauryn? Does she still resent you for not being able to beat Alexis when it came to her safety? Cloud, you're so focussed on Aria – and I admire that resilience and determination, I do – but it's blinded you from seeing that it's not just Aria who overshadows you...it's everyone. And that's what happens when you try to break out and be better than what you're destined to be.

Because let's face it, Cloud, you're not destined to be at a megastar level. How many opportunities have you had, how many years have you been in this business? And you're still struggling. Now, there's nothing wrong with never being a superstar – not everyone can be special, after all. But you need a reality check. You need help to understand that fact. And who better to do that than me? I'm sure that in your eyes and everyone else's, I'm no challenge for you. I'm just some outspoken newcomer who'll be gone in a few weeks, and who's only here to make you look good before your title match. See though, I might be new to Empire, but I'm not new to this game. This business. And that's what it is, a business. Cloud, I know how to run it. I know what I need to do to succeed. You clearly don't, judging from every big opportunity and chance you've wasted.”

A sinister smirk forms upon Chelsea's face.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Don't worry though, because you'll leave a legacy like you desperately want. You may not live up to what Aria has done, you may fail to compare to the future stars of Empire, and you might forever be known as the third wheel of every successful group to ever emerge on the brand. But what you will do is inspire every current and future star in EAW to never do what you did with your time. You'll be a warning to never become obsessed with comparisons, and to never be a stepping stone for someone else. And when I'm on top of Empire, and I'm the veteran fighting newcomers, I'll point to you as an example of what never to do.

Because you may be 'the War Queen', but every scar you have isn't an indication of fight or success. It's a reminder of the list of failures you've endured. And after this Thursday, there'll be another one for everyone to marvel at. ”

Chelsea laughs, the decadent sound seeming to rebound off of the brick wall behind her. As the camera pans across, we see Chelsea's symbol of the abstract black heart emblazoned upon the graffiti-covered brick. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 1st 2017, 1:36 pm by **вrσdч spαrks .**

[ THE CATALYST // MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE // CHAPTER 004 ]
»THURSDAY NIGHT EMPIRE | THE FEDEX FORUM | 10/05/17«
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BRODY SPARKS VERSUS MADISON KALINE

‟It must be upsetting to know that someone you once put beneath yourself knocked you down on their way to the top. It must be difficult to know you were considered an afterthought compared to someone you once thought nothing of. It must have been so hard to see your reputation plummet to the ground as you watch someone else's reputation rise right in front of your face. I bet it was unpleasant Madison. I couldn’t imagine knowing how you must have felt being the ugly stepchild among the other women in The Coven. I couldn’t imagine. I guess in hindsight that doesn’t really matter anymore does it? Why should it? You’re our sumptuous Empress. It only took you what, three times? But who am I to judge. You’re a woman who beat out all the competition on Empire for the right to wear that crown. Even my darling Alexis. Then again, you beating all the competition? Not exactly. You almost beat all the competition. Almost.”

‟My dearest Madison. A year ago I was such a senseless girl. I was ignorant. I joined The Coven, a sisterhood, and while I do not regret that choice, I regret the bit of a pushover I had once been. But I know you have the biggest regret. I know you regret being with us, but let’s face it. Your regret wasn’t joining, your regret was that it wasn’t about you. It wasn’t the Madison Kaline show. You tried to make it that way, but you failed. I paid close attention. I am always in the background, much like a fly on the wall, I am pitched, just observing. I remember how you treated us like we were your lackeys in the beginning. It was all fun and games for you, so long as the power had rested in your hands. So long as Madison looked like the brains behind the whole operation, but your precious and brittle ego needed to be kept intact. So what do you do? You waltz in with a plan. It was Alexis Diemos vs Erica Ford. The winner being fortunate enough to face Kendra Shamez for her-then Specialist Title. So we thought, but low and behold, Madison just had to take that from her, from your own sister, but you were clever. You didn’t want your girls to turn against you, you didn’t want your citizens rebelling against you, so you made sure that you and another member of The Coven were granted with the chance to be apart of the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I was that very same member. Where? At Road To Redemption. Just a year ago all of this took place. Do you remember? I certainly do, babe. That night, was the beginning of your worst nightmare. It was the beginning of your destruction, and it was the night that became the catalyst to spark your plunge to the bottom of the barrel. It was on that night, that I sparked something. It was on that night, I challenged your superiority. I made you question your self-importance. I suddenly had made all the eyes rested upon The Coven. It was then that the power had shifted. It was no longer Madison lounging elegantly at the top of the food chain. I became a star. I became a champion. I captured a title you couldn’t. Slowly but surely, your pride started to crumble before you. I became the Crown Jewel. Alexis was coming into her own as well. She gathered more respect week after week, she had the world talking. Stephanie, well she was the sword, but Alexis was the one holding the end, while Stephanie held the blade. Alexis had the brains to kick her out, solidifying herself in one of the greatest women's matches in this company’s history. What were you doing? Fighting with some former model making a mockery of this business, over what you wanted to call a "man". I was making history, and you were becoming the mistress of Keelan Cetinich, not death. While you were fighting over dick, I was defending my title. You like to make it seem like Keelan saved you from being Alexis and I’s lackey, but all you were doing was proving that you were so insecure, lost in your own vanity, you needed to be cushioned, and protected and beloved by what I question to be a “man”.”

‟Yet here we are. A year later. You could say that it all paid off in the end. That the ends justified the means! I find myself back to square one, and you find yourself becoming Empress Of Elite. Three-hundred plus days later, and our lives changed. You abandoned a sisterhood, to be coddled. Although, with you, you never really saw us as sisters did you? You just saw us as something holding you back. Maybe that’s what Keelan likes to tell you at night while he’s whispering his sweet nothings into your ears, but I will tell you the truth Madison. We never held you back. It was your own arrogance that did. It was you being desperation of wanting to be the alpha female. It was you not being able to handle having no control. Your own neurotic tendencies, everything that you consider being your strengths, all became your very own weaknesses. It's so funny that people seem to think the Madison Kaline's biggest threat is Aria Jaxon, and maybe her biggest threat was Cailin Dillon, but no one ever thought about the threat that was looming, dawning on the horizon. No one thought about me, a woman who single-handedly triggered your insecure mind into a coma. You couldn't handle the fact that people are starting to giving me praise, you can handle the fact that people started to realize that though, Madison Kaline may have been the most experienced woman of The Coven, maybe she wasn't the best woman of The Coven, and that started to eat away at you. It was a tiny seed of doubt that was planted, but little by little, day by day, you watered that plant, and it bloomed. It just started to eat away at you like a parasite, latching on and never letting go, eating away at your very core and you thought you could have handled it. Maybe a part of you wanted to handle it but you just couldn't because you're not built that way. You can't handle it when things are out of your hands, you don’t have the sense to adapt to change, to make that change benefit you, you cannot handle it when someone else comes along, and they’re just a little bit better than you, or are considered to be a grand prospect or even someone who at the beginning stages of their career knocked you out of the park. Then that opening you wanted it came. I'm forced to stay away for awhile. I was no longer the creeping shadow walking with you every step of the way, and boom, just like that the iron struck while it was hot and you became Empress of Elite. The shadow of inferiority was gone, and suddenly shades of the old Madison Kaline was emerging. I wonder if you ever thought Madison, I wonder if you ever realized that I never got to participate in the tournament. It’s a butterfly effect. Maybe I was that missing ingredient that would have messed up your perfect recipe of wearing that crown. Think about it Madison I am the woman who made everyone look at you and call you a lackey and made everyone look at you and call you second rate compared to myself. Imagine if the same woman was in the tournament with you, imagine if it came down to you and me instead of you and Alexis. Perhaps instead of your coronation ceremony last week it would have been mine, but I guess we can't dwell on that, but it is one hell of a theory. Would you be in the shoes you’re in right now had one thing change, and throw everything you know today out of existence? This isn't all about Alexis contrary to popular belief, she didn't tell me you do her dirty work. I didn't come down that ramp and interrupt your coronation ceremony simply on behalf of her. Alexis is a grown woman and if she has a problem with you she’ll address it on her own. Of course, there is a part of me wants to extract a bit of revenge, but that’s what sisters do for each other. Nonetheless, that's not what it's all about. I came down there not only because I wanted to, but I came down there to challenge you because I cannot think of a better way to send a message to all the women in the locker room including our “beloved” champion Aria Jaxon, than without taking out her biggest threat that she has right now. as long as you have that Crown Madison you have leverage. I don't want to take away your leverage babydoll, I just want to show you that while you do have that leverage don't you dare think that you’re the most powerful woman on Empire. Do not let that cloud your mind and conscious thinking that when you decide to use it to your advantage, there isn't someone looming in the background ready to take what may end up being yours. I’m looking to exploiting you. Purposely this time, instead of unintentionally. This is about a woman who thought that she was better than me and when she found out that she wasn't, that maybe I was on an equal playing field as her, she decides to run. Decided to take her things and run and leave behind the sisterhood I thought we shared. You abandoned Alexis and I, and for what? Because you couldn't handle being equal with two other women? Or maybe you just knew that I was Superior to you. Whatever the case maybe you need to be disciplined for your sins. You need that catalyst to spark yet again… and well. Here I am Madison.”

Re: EAW Promoz! October 1st 2017, 12:14 am by **Lars Grier**

(OOC NOTE: For some reason, this didnt post even after I pressed it twice. I'm pissed now that its late but I understand if it doesnt count.)

VOLTAGE PROMO #4

Alright then, let’s cut to the shit.

I’m not going to use a novel to make my point, I’m not going to use a fake soldier’s plight to make it seem like I’m ineligible. I’m not going to mince words, I’m not going to try and use the dictionary to make my fucking point - I’ll be straightforward. I’ll say exactly what I think of Jamie O’Hara, what I see when I look into the eyes of the deceiver: When I look at you, I don’t see a king. I don’t see a god, a spiritual and divine being who hovers over all like a dark shadow, seeking for the next meal he can find. I don’t see what the world sees when they point their gaze towards you, as they chant for your name and cheer. “JAMIE O’HARA, EVERYONE! LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT HIS GREATNESS, WATCH HIS POWER ECLIPSE ALL WHO COME BEFORE HIM! HE’S WORKED SO FUCKING HARD TO GET WHAT HE WANTS, SO OBVIOUSLY HE DESERVES THAT TITLE!” Everyone believes that, everyone perceives that to be true...but not me. Not me. I see the truth, I see the rattlesnake that sheds its skin every fucking time its ego is challenged. When I look at you, Jamie, I see nothing at all what others see, what the masses visualize. I see someone who THINKS he has the right to talk people like me down, telling them that they’re complete and utter garbage to the core. I see someone who feels that because they’ve risen to the peak so fast, he should be treated as a god. He should be treated as the absolute greatest fucking thing to have ever stepped foot in this company; greater than so many others who have come before him, greater than those who stand in the present, and greater than so many who will come in the future. Isn’t that right? This kingdom you have built from the ground up is truly impressive, it is truly one to behold, but it isn’t holy ground that you should faint from the sight of, and you aren’t the god among men who acts as judge, jury, and executioner over all. You’re just…..human. Human, human, human, HUMAN. I will say that word for all of eternity, until the day I fucking drop dead on te ground, and even then, in death, it will still ring as true as diamond. You are a human, Jamie - and therefore you can be slayed. You can be killed, you can have that title taken away from you by even the most miniscule of split-decisions. A man can wear the armor of god for as long as he wants, he can wear it until he is laid to rest, but even an armor like that has its limits. Even divine armor, armor that doesn’t even fucking exist and one you can barely begin to fathom still has limits, because THAT is the way humanity works. We are born, we breathe, we die. That’s the constant, that’s what happens to all of us; it’s just whether or not you choose to make that life worthwhile, or you turn it to one of complete dogshit, hate, suffering, and false glory like Jamie’s. But I know, I agree - the past follows us like a shadow. It is always there when you least expect it to be, it is always the one that will be there with you until the end of time. The past….it is what so many opposers, so many of our enemies use against us, as they use it to stake their claim of your powerlessness. No matter how hard you try, no matter the lengths you go, the past will never be cancelled out. It will never simply drift away, and your enemies will always use it as a way to tell the world how weak and vulnerable you are compared to them. I know that. I’m not fucking stupid, I know what the past entails and I’ve witnessed it first-hand being used against me in an attempt to make me feel like shit, just like now. How you claim of my weakness, my vulnerability and shattered self, and why? Because I cracked “once.” No, no, no, my friend - it wasn’t just one, singular moment in time that made me want to change. It wasn’t just one time where I failed that forced me to become The Raven. How many fucking times do I have to retell my story, my story of evolution from the Manifestation of Destruction to The Raven in order for you to make SENSE, Jamie? Here’s a little fun fact: I didn’t fail once, to which then I chickened out like a little bitch. No - it took me six months to come to the realization that I wasn’t shit, that the Manifestation of Destruction wouldn’t work. Six months of failure and stupidity that pushed me to be different, to be better than the agrbage I started out as. I screamed at my adversaries: DESTROY! They would always say: “No.” I shouted my terror, pushed my reign of destruction or at least what I thought it was, I attempted to prevail over all of my opponents as a weapon, but they always saw through me. My voice grew hoarse, and yet I still screamed that they would be destroyed under my hand. That was when I decided to reinvent myself, become something new. It wasn’t just that one failure against Ryan Marx that pushed me to change, but it was so many others after that broke the camel’s back. And yet, even after I have explained to you the story, given you a lecture, you still scream:

Weakness, weakness, WEAKNESS!

Lars Grier is weak! Weaker than me, weaker than you, weaker than all of you!

You scream it from the mountaintops, you shout it from the top of your lungs until your voice gets sore and hoarse. You shout it all for the world to see, and yet where are the ones who agree with your sentiment? Where are the ones to validate your belief that I am weak? Nowhere. Nobody, from nowhere, in no time will believe your words of my weakness, because it isn’t the fucking truth. Tell me, O’Hara - if I’m weak, then how did I end the undefeated streak of a monster? If I am weak, then how the fuck am I even in this match? Do you consider spitting in the face of the World Champion, having to tell him of his humanity weakness? Do you believe that weakness is being defiant in the face of a great, standing his own ground and telling the champion that despite his best claims of us being so separated, that you can still be taken down? There - it’s these moments where you tell the world, tell yourself, and tell me this twisted, downright retarded story of how weak I am. That’s when any sense of dwindling respect I once had for you faded away. That’s when I stopped seeing the gold, I stopped seeing the houses and the status, and saw what I know is the truth, what is right and just; Flesh. Meat. Bones. Emotions. Blood; Human. You can’t claim to be anything more, anything less. You can’t tell yourself every day when you wake up, “I am a god. I have powers over everyone in this world.” and expect for it not to be a red herring. I don’t carry bullshit; just because I don’t have the gold, the fame, and the glory like you do doesn’t mean my words have any more significance. Just because I made some of the most retarded statements known to man talking about an irrelevant novel, doesn’t deter my point. Do you see that? That’s admission of your mistakes to the world, admitting to the world that you fucked up in some regard, and that; that isn’t weakness. Learning from your mistakes, improving upon your failures and your missteps isn’t weakness - it’s your sheer dexterity and tenacity to break the glass walls that stand in front of you, so that you can emerge a better fighter than you were before. Don’t talk shit about me being weak when it took you three fucking Kingslayers to take out Chris Elite, Jamie. Don’t talk shit about my weakness when you cry out in anger if your insecure ego is even slightly damaged by my words. Don’t talk to me about a weak man when you don’t deserve shit. As a matter of speaking, hasit ever occurred to you, Jamie, that every bad thing that’s happened to you is because of your doing? That every time you believe you’ve been wronged, or you’ve been screwed out of your opportunity was because of you, and you alone? Every time that you’ve come so close to reaching that glory, every time you’ve been finger tips away from being complete, there was always someone to stop you in your tracks, someone who you knew from the beginning and who set out to destroy you because YOU created them? Where would you be, Jamie, if you had won King of Elite? If Xavier didn’t come and ruined everything that you had built, and tore it all down with a simple gesture? Where would you be, if you hadn’t injured Xavier when you and him were on top of the tag team division? Where would you be…..if you hadn’t been with Cameron, and put her so close to that piece of gold you held onto so dearly?

It’s all of this - all of this, Jamie. Everything bad that has happened to you is because you started all of the bullshit, all of the war, the fire, and the flames. If you hadn’t destroyed Xavier’s knee, then maybe you would have become World Champion so much quicker. If you hadn’t alienated Cameron, put in her in such close proximity to gold, then maybe you’d have a happier relationship. How could you possibly deserve anything - if everything is your fault? How could you deserve that title, the glory, the fame, if the hell you’ve been through was caused by you? This isn’t clutching straws - this is witnessing the truth and then relaying it to you. I don’t tell you stories about my mother, my life and my struggles in order to get sympathy….I do it to make a point, to stake my claim as someone who you can’t fuckig stop, no matter how hard you try. I tell the world my story so that they know how much I’ve worked to get into the position I stand in, and how much I can’t let a chance like this to slip from my fingertips. A chance to prove you wrong, to prove you that as The motherfucking Raven, I have the power to make false gods feel human. I have the power to spread my wings, soar into the sky and cast a shadow over you that will remind you of your fucking humanity. And while I can’t change the legacy you’ve left behind, but I’m damn sure that I can make the last years of your legacy end up in flames.

You see Isseiki No Ichido. Saint of Valiance. Fortissimus. A god.

I see only flesh. Blood. Muscle. Bones. Things that can be broken, that can be shattered.

Human.

Re: EAW Promoz! October 1st 2017, 12:07 am by **Azumi Goto**

Empire #1

“The First of many Roadblocks”

It’s been a long time since Aria and I teamed together… I was still in my rookie month back then and you know what... things are looking interesting this week as the Ace of Empire returns to the ring, ladies and gentlemen. This is it, the road to eventual redemption will start and we’re starting off pretty high right off the bat. Facing off against Haruna and Savannah for the first roadblock of this journey sounds about right… And it’s a good way to work my way back to where I was at during Manifest Destiny. Like I said last Thursday, I want that main event spotlight more than anything right now. It really does suck that I have to beat the person closest to me and one of the biggest fan favorites on my way to do that.

Speaking of my opponents, it’s been a pretty long time since I talked about Savannah Sunshine. Honestly, my opinions have changed about her, she’s a fighter and she doesn’t seem to be affected by a simple loss or so but in the end, it’s not going to enough. I’m looking at the bigger picture for myself; it’s no disrespect to you in any kind of way. It’s just that I’m looking towards my journey to the top, I need roadblocks to be there in front of me and right now, every match is I’m set to be in is a roadblock for me. Crushing losses to my partner have happened to both of us with just a week differences but mine has kind of set me off towards this huge task I have for myself. I will see this and any match in my opinion as a roadblock towards my entry into Women’s Title scene and because of that, I can’t let you or Haruna try to beat me.

With every bit of spotlight, I will get hungrier and more driven to get every bit of spotlight on top, showcasing why I am The Ace of Empire. This is going to the downfall of both you and Haruna, I’m honestly still working as hard as I used to and it’s not like I’ve soft because of this change of heart. No, I’m still a savage woman in that ring and still consider myself one of the best this company has when it comes to being a wrestler. I’ve earned that claim, to be honest with the both of you. I’ve earned the claims I have made at being The Ace and that I’ve worked harder than any other person on this brand to get to where I’m at.

And you know that really well, Haruna… don’t you? The person who has been closest to me in the span of however long we’ve been together. You know that when you look into my eyes, you will see someone willing to die to get the recognition and moments I have deserved. And honestly what I said was true, I did want to face you 1v1, I did want the chance to not only move up on Empire one more time but get you that big challenge that you apparently looking for. You know that I’m confident that I can carry whatever goals I set for myself, whether that be as a wrestler or just as a human being. And do that shit better than anyone in the world.

I fight harder to become the best in this company like all the self-confidence in me knows I can be. And when you look at things, you might just think that this is Azumi Goto running her mouth as usual but to be honest with you, Haruna. That’s no longer the case, I didn’t know that people here would be cheering me because I came close to dethroning Aria. I wasn’t expecting these people to cheer for me and chant my name, after all, I’ve said and done to be in that position I was in at Manifest Destiny. I scratched and clawed on my way to becoming a darkhorse pick for that match. Gambling away my briefcase for a loss really did affect me but then I stood back, brushed off any kind of dirt or whatever on me and moved on. I continued doing what is a natural thing for me when I fall, I get back and push forward. It’s simple way of a simple Strong Style wrestler.

Now that I’m on the opposite side of the alignment, Is this a change of heart? Yes and no…

Yeah, you can definitely say that old me is dead but The Ace Of Empire inside hasn’t died. I’m still standing as the Ace, as the Unsung Heroine AND AS A WRESTLER but as you can see, I’m still cocky about considering one of the best and it’s only natural that someone who came off as a giant bitch with an ego just only 2 weeks ago, would still think that way. I’m not yet considering myself a crowd favorite but at the same time, I’m not Arrogance Personified.

I'm right down the middle actually.

I’m just Azumi Goto at the moment. Wrestler, Joshi, and your Ace of Empire... And that’s what both of you will be facing in my half of this Ace & Face duo.

I fired the first shot, let’s what you got. Especially you, Haruna.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 11:59 pm by **Cody Marshall**

WHAT'S UP MARSHMALLOWS?

My publicist says I need a cool name for my fans. He suggested I call 'em Marshmallows. I think I'm gonna fire the guy. But I figured no harm in trying it out, right?

Let's get down to the good stuff. We got alot to get through in a small amount of motherfucking time, so grab a snack! Settle in! Embrace the A-List. Allow yourself to become one with the A-List! Open up your minds, open up your hearts, and feel the energy coursing through your veins. There's a little A-List in all of us, baby! Do you feel it? I know I do. I'm feeling good right now. I know I'm gonna get back on track this week. I know Nathan Fiora can't beat me, I know he's in for the biggest ass-kicking of his life!

Everybody loves a good comeback story.

Unless you're a huge doucherocket like Nathan Fiora, then everyone still changes the channel when they see your ugly mug.

It's not hard to see why. Nate, you're a bore to listen to and a pain to watch. You look like you belong in a 1970s softcore porno, not a wrestling ring. You look like the type of dude who lets his girl sleep with other men and films it. You sick son of a bitch. You look like the type of dude who bumps Lil B and catcalls 15-year-olds from his beat-to-shit used Honda Civic. You look like the type of dude who puts $10,000 custom chrome rims on that same shitty used '08 Civic and thinks he's a badass.

What you are is a nobody posing as a somebody. Tons of these motherfuckers in LA. Every young dude with a full head of hair is a wannabe "actor" or a "musician" around here. They lease BMWs on credit, they wear fake gold chains, they hit on every model in the club and go home with nothing but their dick in one hand and a slice of cold pizza in the other. It's a sad state of affairs. Don't be like those guys, kids.

But what separates the pretenders from the contenders? Two things: talent and hard work. You got neither, Nathan. A real power player doesn't bitch when things don't go his way, the way you do. He puts his head down and grinds. What do you do, though? You bitch about the "new generation" and how we're the ones causing all your problems. You sound like my fucking grandpa!

You sound real bitter, Nathan. "Down with the New Breed!" this, "This generation doesn't get it!" that. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were gonna tell me to get off your lawn. Time to get with the times, buddy. I know you're stuck in the 80s with that bedazzled getup, but it's 2017! Your time is up. My time is now. I'll brush your mouth like Colgate. That didn't even make sense but it sure as hell sounded good!

I'll mop the floor with you, call me Mr. Clean.

This is your reality, Nathan, and I'm living my dream!

Come tomorrow night, you'll be living a nightmare, Nathan Fiora. Your comeback story is gonna go down in history as a flop. A box office bomb! When all's said and done, your EAW career will be remembered as solidly D-List. You're the Lifetime movie of EAW, Nate. You look like some dude management took from Central Casting and said, "hey, now there's a guy fans will pay to see get beat the fuck up". Make no mistake, you're gonna get beat the fuck up tomorrow night. The world may not see it 'till Tuesday, but all the same, you ain't leavin' Kentucky on your own two feet. You're about to feel the power of The Hollywood Hoss.

Highland Heights, Kentucky! You're about to get a taste of the A-List Sunday Night! Bring your iPhones, your camcorders, your life-size Cody Marshall pillows... ok, maybe not that last one, that'd be creepy. And too big to comfortably transport. Anyways.

This is ONCE IN A LIFETIME! You get to see Cody Marshall compete in A-List form for the first time ever! This is gonna go down as one of those special days in history. I can feel it! Mark the date on your calendars. It's gonna be absolutely... A-LIST!

That's a wrap, motherfuckers.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 11:56 pm by **Carlos Rosso**

(A downtrodden looking Carlos Rosso sits down in an empty chair facing a camera, the expression on his face is that of pure disappointment.)

First of all, we’re not talking about that shit that just happened. Nope. I’m not talking about LSU looking like complete ass. Now is not the time. The time is now what I have to say in regards to my actions and my opponent coming up on this week’s edition of Sunday Night Voltage.

As far as my actions are concerned, Ama….Amadeus, right? You have been a good Interwire Champion. A very, very good Interwire Champion. So much so that you have caught my attention. I think after last week I have yours? Good. While I may interject myself into your business and do some very cruel, barbaric things in the process, I do want you to understand something: This is not personal. It’s only business. This is no different than any attack I’ve ever pulled. This was about sending a message, but in your case the message may need to be further emphasis: I want your title. And I want you. Keelan Centimeter Dick has been a great foil and he proved that he could take advantage of me not finishing him off when I probably should have. But he doesn’t have the gravitas that you do, does he? He’s not carrying a belt like you are. Sure, I could have chased Moongoose before he lost to Finnegan and lorded over the young boys as New Breed Champion, but the rising stars of EAW don’t deserve me.

You do, though.

I have seen you wrestle and struggle with all the elite opposition thrown your way. Even your own brethren in the….Nightmare, is it? I think it’s high time that EAW finds out if you are ready to propel yourself to a level you don’t even know exists yet. While some child on here may say something like “my time is over”, I once proudly wore that belt that you’re holding. In fact, I was holding it while basking in a second world tag team championship reign with my former tag team partner, the man that they used to call Sexy Dynamite, GI Styles. I’ve admittedly suffered some setbacks still then, but I’m curious to see if someone like you can hold off someone like me when they are fixated on something that you have. You would do well to keep your eyes on me…and don’t worry, I’m not stupid. I’m keeping my eyes out for you and your boys too. It may not be tomorrow, it may not be next week, but at some point…know that I’m coming for you.

But now, I actually have to turn my attention to my opponent, Anthony Leonhart. Anthony…I’ve seen you grow a little bit since you’ve been here. Manami-sensei trained you well and Cloud is a good person to train with and work with. You’re going to be a star at some point, a bright shining beacon to the Ichimichi Zaibatsu. Unfortunately for you, that’s not going to start tomorrow. I have been wrestling for a long time, my friend. A decade or so. I have been in the ring with every single elite person of note and I’m not scared of any sort of offense you bring. Look, I know you were going to do something moronic like say “You’re old, you suck, blah blah blah.” But…you say nothing. That makes me think one of two things: you realize how over your fucking playing level you are at this moment and are being humble or you just don’t have anything meaningful to say.

You know what? I don’t mind either way. I need to educate you on how EAW operates. This is not just some place a Lion can roar and have people cower in fear. This is a place where Tigers roam and Eagles soar and bears are just waiting to maul you. This isn’t some place filled with fairy tales. This is a place where blood, pain, agony and sweat await. Whatever happens between us in that ring is not personal, not in the least. I want to see you succeed, I want you to get to the point where you can hold a title and make a name for yourself. I just don’t want you to make it at my expense. You understand right? Just like I had to rough up Matsuda back in the day before she understood me and stuck to her training, I’m going to do the same with you. I see you getting your hands on your phone, locked into Twitter beefs, but not getting your hands on a championship belt.

YOU should be stepping up and challenging Amadeus man to man. YOU should be the one challenging Finnegan next for the New Breed Championship. YOU should be in the finals of the Tag Team Grand Prix. Some people don’t see the potential you have for greatness, the ability that you possess, but I do. I’m going to pull it from you, one way or another. Oh yeah. I’m going to extract it, whether I have to beat it out of you in front of a world-wide television Audience or if I have to step in and train you myself. I will draw it out of you.
I refuse to watch you become another failure, another cast aside piece of wreckage who couldn’t hang on the Voltage roster. I need people like you around to help me keep the riff-raff like Keelan and Ironico and Finnegan away from the World Heavyweight Championship. I have a vision that you can be apart of, Anthony. Don’t you hear it man? Don’t you hear destiny calling for you? Opportunity? All you have to do is answer the door, let me in, and let me guide you to the promised land.

The squared circle for you tomorrow though, will be no promised land. It’s a pantheon of wood, steel and cloth….it’s my home, and it’s where I will use any means necessary to awaken your true potential…and then force you to your knees when you realize it’s STILL not enough to topple me.

Carlos Rosso.

ICHIBAN.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 11:39 pm by **Nathan Fiora**

Voltage: A Joke

In this masqueraded world, there are some who hide their insecurities with masks of money and success. These masked creatures starve if they don’t get attention from the press. They need to feel appreciated and idolized in order to fill the emptiness in their souls. It’s no surprise that Cody Marshall is one of those hot-shot facades. He needed to reintroduce himself to the world in order to feel like everyone was paying attention. The attention seeking is his first mistake. What will Cody do when there is no world to preach his lies to? He will sink into a depression, a black quicksand that sucks his entire being into the blackness of death. I’m sure Cody’s aware of this reality, but he wears a mask by day and lives his reality when he’s all alone, missing something to make him whole. His addiction is Hollywood success and it’s going to put in the hospital. Cody is too focused with his LA endeavors to care about what he’s up to in Voltage. He was feuding with a masked fool for the longest time, showing his true colors in the process. You see, in reality, Cody is a joke to the audience around him. He says the most ridiculous things to get people to look at him and fulfill the hole in his soul. Cody wants you to watch his TV show, so he’ll rap, looking like a buffoon. He’d get down on his knees and bark like a dog to get one person to look at him so he can spew his garbage. At the end of the day, Cody Marshall has no respect for himself.

Cody is also wrongfully arrogant when he’s gone downhill since the beginning of his EAW run. There was one point where Cody was known as an important part of the new breed; there was nothing but hope on his side. However, his career took a wrong turn and hasn’t recovered since then. Cody was a champion in EAW at one point, but he was reduced to fighting a masked luchador while other talents were getting championship opportunities. Cody’s feud with El Ironico was a laughing stock to the EAW audience; a petty bout that only reduced Marshall’s value. Sadly, this fool believes that he can defeat me, a man who’s made quick examples out of Shaker Jones and Anthony Leonhart. Cody will be another victory for me, allowing me to get closer to my goal of tearing this fake company apart. His reality is a temporary dream, keeping him hopeful about the direction his career is heading. Cody, you may have started in a Texan farm home, but I’m going to send you to hopeless homelessness. Do not take my name as a joke because I’m sure you’re aware of what I’m capable of. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if you continued to drag my name on the floor. This company has done that for the last year and a half, so EAW employees always do the same.

Cody, you talk a lot of big talk for a guy who only held his title for a few days. Where’s your next title? Oh, I don’t see that title anywhere. The truth is that EAW management has given up on you, Cody. Now you’ve become a background actor, yapping to the world, but not doing anything to make himself more relevant on Voltage. He speaks of hopes and dreams, but his mouth is covered by a mask of arrogance and stupidity. You’ve become what you hate; a poor man in spirit, but rich in false hopes. There’s a saying about richness; being rich and wealthy are not the same thing. Riches end, but wealth never does. Cody, your riches are ending because you don’t realize that you’re on a plane that’s going to crash into the solid ground. Your feelings of success will crumble and be unrepairable. Your hopes to reach higher grounds will be permanently silenced with a bam. One kick to your head in a matter of seconds will bring out the real you in front of the Voltage audience. Cody, you’ll be the laughing stock of Voltage, just like Shaker was two weeks ago. Tell me, what will you promote your loss against me tomorrow night? You won’t be saying anything besides, “It wasn’t my week, my fake fans”!

You say that you’re a fan of mine, Cody, but I’m not a fan of yours. My commentary was for show and tell; I spat out EAW’s bullshit. I’ve never liked your ridiculous antics and you’re a caught cockroach in a sea of roaches. I’m going to crush you and then take on the million other roaches that are in my way. You aren’t a big threat to me. I’m going to put you in your place and remove your mask. I don’t play games like you do. Keep joking around; I’m going to only replace every joke with a stiff shot to your cranium. Maybe a concussion or two will reverse the damage that your mind has already done to you. I highly doubt that, but what can I say? These hands have no mercy against the masked individuals of this corrupted company.

Cody, you can eat jelly donuts to make yourself feel better about your true self. A sad cop hiding behind a gun that’ll fight for him. Stock up on your donuts and come up with material that’ll cheer you up because the hole you’re going to fall in will be too deep to get out. You’ll be facing your biggest fear: Hitting rock bottom, alone.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 11:18 pm by **Irónico**

Voltage Lucha

Oi! Oi! Oi! What is up YOOOUUUUUUUUNNNNNSSSSS?!?!?!?!?

Well ecky thump and fuck me rigid...That Kenny Drake chavito don’t half know how to throw the cat among the pigeons, like. Ah am sure yous all saw the absolute scenes of last week. Me and our kid, Finney Wake, we were just about settling down, cracking open a few cold ones with all the ladettes and laditos to celebrate just how far we have slushed through the muck together when our Kenny decided to drop a wee bombshell on us. And not the sound kind of bombshell with the Double E cups and the barely present knickers either. Nae. He just rocked up to clue us in that, even with the Grand Pricks finals being nowt but a cockstride away, We Are the Bollocks may first have an even bigger test of our amigoship to sort straight. That is right. Our boy Kenny has a sense of ironía that yous don’t always see among the self important Lord and Lady Mucks that populate this industry. The irónico thing is that all the positive, chufty things that we have gone on to do since becoming a tag team now threaten to tear us apart because I...El Irónico am the new numero uno contendero to Finney Woko’s New Breed Champo. We have carried each other. We have laughed. We have drunken too much and cried together. A we have pushed each other on to bigger and better things, both as a tag team and on our individual lonesomes. I was only ever looking for somecunt to carry me back to bed from a night on the lash, but now we have carried each other to the front of both the tag team and New Breed divisions. And now the peas are getting above the sticks. It is all getting a wee bit out of hands because the conventional wisdom is that rucking as a team and competing against each other as rivals is a bit like mixing your drinks. It gets you fucked. It leaves you with a bad hangover and a shopping bag full of regret.

Probably anyway. But we’ve already defied the odds to get to this point. The question now is how we are going to deal with this. And we ain’t so green as we are cabbage-looking. You get me? We know this business. We know what we are getting ourselves into. I may not have a fucking BTEC or an MVQ or a GCSE to my name. But I ain’t a total fucking idiot.Kenny pulled the same shit on you, right? He pit Nightmare against itself for the Interwire Championship, but yous didnae implode. You’ve stuck together...a family. And that is saying some shit because your relationship together is a tad more...aggressive than ours. So we is al’reet, Innit? Job’s a good un. No worries. As much as that bugger Kenny likes to play the worky ticket, we ain’t got no reason to shit our kecks. Not just this minute. Because at the end of the day, the answer for us is really very simple. Whatever happens in the New Breed title match...whoever wins in the end...it doesnae matter. Finn is like a brother to me. My heart swells with pride just seeing him with that belt. Sure, when we step into that ring I am going to give the occasion all the respect it deserves. Respect. And if we respect each other and ourselves at all, then whoever comes out top dog is fine because we aren’t going to piss away our chances of winning the Grand Prix and the tag Team Titles over something like that. We just keep doing what we have been doing. We just look dead straight at the giant mound of shit rolling towards us and we just raise our glasses to it. Have a drink. Have a laugh. Chunder in the cab on the way to the hotel. And most of all,never lose that thirst...always reach for one last nightcap. Always stay hungry for our goal to be the absolute best tag team that EAW has got to offer.

I know that Finn is hungry. As for me, I’m fucking Hank Marvin. I could eat three spuds more than a pig and then go back fer t’pig and some of the ol’ Manchester caviar. That is why we are stepping back out here to show yous in the Sanatorium gang that we still got it. We are sill brothers and we are going to carry each other to ever greater heights because that is just in our nature. Whether yous or any other tag team want to rain on our parade, or whether Kenny wants to put us through some “Love Will Tear Us Apart” bullshit...that’s our speciality. We do few things better than downing pints, downing shites, and dancing to Joy Division with a smile as the whole world crumbles around us. So remember this, Laditos...Yous nowt but a nesh, if you think you can stop the sesh. And we…

We Don’t Just Talk Bollocks

We ARE The Bollocks

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 11:13 pm by J-Dynasty 2?

Sure, why not expect you to snap their backs for World Championships?

You were willing to snap our friendship in half for this when you were put in front of me.

You were fully capable of retiring Y2Impact when push came to shove and he came after you.

Even that tag team partner of yours, Cameron Ella Ava, she haunts pretty much all her lovers and does any amount of damage to get ahead. As she said right before you, she’s a vindictive woman. Between the two of you who have no concept of loyalty and in the word of you godly folk “covet your neighbour’s house”, she’s the one who has it right if you ask me, I’d go all in when it comes to playing this treacherous game you play with her as player 1 and you player 2.

I’m an all in or an all-out time of guy, no half measures such as you do HBG.

I’ll never give in how high the mountain rise, goddess mountain maker. Keep looking ahead, I look in the mirror the king looks back at me. I’m brave enough to fight the enemies. Unlike you HBG, I don’t hesitate and I don’t have conflicting emotions when it comes to world gold and putting everything I have into it. Our friendship was more valuable than a match, so I threw the match. This championship is more important than our friendship, so I erase all comradery we have without any attempts to cling to a picture that no longer exists. You can still look at me as your Tiberius Jones, your boy TJ, whilst you simultaneously attempt to snatch this championship from me, but all you’ll find is a man who can reach the stars you never have and will show you how up close in one of your must crushing defeats to occur in this company. See HBG, while you think trying to pull some strings like when Y2Impact was in charge of Voltage is unthinkable, there are no strings people like me are unwilling to take advantage to get the objective, just as I’ve been willing to pull at your heart strings this week and have gotten you all bothered and exposing yourself as the incomplete player that you are in this match. You can shamelessly try backpedaling into a mode of the past not defining you, after having so much time spent of yours trying to use it to describe how much of a worthy opponent and unshakeable of a threat you are, but your double standards fool no one. Erasing the past does little to phase me, today I’m the champion, in any time you want to play I’m perfectly fine humiliating you all the same on this mic just as I have in that ring past and present. This isn’t some gimmick I came up with through the King of Elite, it only secured it, my name has always been Tiberius after the emperor, I rule the world and the starry sky spreading above.

I don’t get where you get these morals from all of a sudden HBG, but a mercenary willing to stand there ranting about how she’s unwilling to use certain bullets in the chamber, and I mean that in many different ways, isn’t a merc that I’d call right in the head when it comes to going in for the kill in this business. If you were smart, you’d have lied to me and pretended like you’d have my back in the Elimination Chamber, but you make the same type of mistakes that puts you in league with men such as Theron, these moral victories you two love to collect are going to be what you’ll have to put in place of the EAW Championship. In these times of virtue signalling, I’m the one around here who is skeptical about all values you people proclaim to have that you drop and pick up whenever it suits you. I wonder, perhaps the only reason you want to promote yourself as such a noble lady of the realm is because you know that the king is the complete opposite and you knew you couldn’t beat me in this role? These petty little tricks don’t suit you, they sure as hell don’t suit a champion, you talk about people questioning me? That’s funny, I don’t see them having the guts to step up to me, not in the same way they’re willing to jump the Pizza Boy and threaten him with briefcases, not in the same way O’Hara has to deal with love problems when his girl is trying to take him out while playing games as special referee, I’m relatively untouchable and everyone at the back of their mind knows there’s not point trying to come for the king sideways

Cause you always miss.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 11:02 pm by **Keelan**

UNORIGINALITY AND DISAPPOINTMENTS - SUNDAY NIGHT VOLTAGE - HIGHLAND HEIGHTS, KENTUCKY

Alright, alright! We’re getting into the swing of things now aren’t we? It’s good to get a clearer look on things because Amadeus sure as hell didn’t make it that the last time he spoke.

Amadeus I am glad you’re opening your mind to a range of perceptions and not just focusing on the shit around him but also on me as well. You gotta realize though that I am not narrow minded at all. None whatsoever. I always will have one sole focus but that doesn’t mean that I won’t have a million things running through my head at the same time. Amadeus, with you, I know you might have some tricks up your sleeve. I know Nightmare could come out at any moment. You might have the referee distracted and have Solomon Caine low blow me. You might have Jon McAdams pull on my leg to turn my attention to him and then roll me up. Apocalypse could stand on the apron, the referee could ask him to jump down, you might hit an Excrucian. These are just a few of many, many possibilities. But you know, I’ve taken down Nightmare before, so I feel confident enough that I could do it again. Besides, what if they jumped me mid-match and the referee caught them? I’d win via disqualification and advance to the Voltage Chamber match anyway. So Amadeus, even though I know he’s a smart individual, has to be strategic with these plans if he’s got them. If he can be a man and try to defeat me clean then maybe I might have a showing of respect for him after all. Amadeus, you might call me “narrow minded,” but I do not believe that I am. I just don’t. If I am, then I guess what’s the problem with that? My recent string of success lately might have correlated from it. Amadeus you say you’re always alert, always think and observing, and that’s great. But you know, what great wrestler doesn’t do that shit? It’s apart of the art’s mentality. It’s nothing new, and you’re out here acting like you’re the one that’s discovered how to do all this. What’s the matter with you?

And not only that, now you’re coming out of left field and you want to start talking about all of these consequences for my girlfriend Madison leaving The Sanatorium, even though you literally mentioned previously that her leaving on her own accord does not exactly affect you or The Sanatorium in any way. Let me ask you something. Why does she need to face consequences for leaving the faction if you truly believe that deep down she is a grown ass woman capable of making her own conscious decisions? Maybe I did misunderstand you Amadeus, because you are clearly misunderstanding yourself. I mean, I don’t get it. This contradiction is crazy. I know you’re a strategic bloke, but it seems you can be a bit ditzy at times mate. The truth is, Madison was nothing in The Sanatorium for the most part. At first, sure, her at the forefront of The Coven was a great spot for her and it did make her a very confident woman. For a good couple of months, her run was outstanding. But then what happened? She was pushed and forced to the back by Alexis Diemos and Brody Sparks, and then they took the reigns. For the remainder of her time there, she acted as a lackey, and I do not want to bore anybody because I have said this a number of times already, but it seems as if though Amadeus really does NOT know what the hell is going on around him, as I clearly stated in my previous statement. All in all, Madison just did not enjoy her time there. She started to feel real unhappy with her position and it depressed her, because she knew she was worth more than to just be standing around doing nothing until she was called upon to do something that suited Brody or Alexis and not herself. Is that selfish? Well, maybe, but Amadeus how would you feel if Eclipse suddenly returned to Voltage and pushed YOU all the way to the back and used you as a lackey for HIS dirty work? Wouldn’t feel too good, because you know you’re worth more than that. You’re the Interwire Champion, right? You have proven with your talent, skills and mindset that you are, indeed, fit to lead a group of people, even if that group of people are a bunch of ill-minded fucks that run in circles and haven’t done a damn thing relevant lately. Madison wanted to get out, but she just didn’t know how. But when I came in, you need to know that I didn’t just take her by the hand and pull her out without her consent. I never said I was the main reason for her recent success either, but I know I am a reason at least. And she can tell you that herself. Several times she has thanked me for helping her out through thick and thin because she knows that without me, she wouldn’t know where the hell she’d be right now. She believes that she might not even BE in EAW, which is a sad thing to think because take a look at what she’s done with me by her side, man! So do not say that you weren’t bitching and moaning about her leaving The Coven and leaving The Sanatorium as a whole, because you clearly were. Again, you are contradicting yourself. Solomon Caine does that a lot, and I can see who he gets it from. That man looks up to you, but it’s clear he wants what you got. It’s clear he wants to be in your position. He, like Madison was to Brody and Alexis, is your lackey. But I’m sure you know this already. You don’t want to say it yourself because you know it to be true, but you want to keep the facade going. You want to keep Nightmare the most “intimidating force” on Voltage, but I can see right through the lot of you. Why else have I been able to take you all down myself? Again, the four of you really aren’t all that. You said that Madison should have known better than to leave The Sanatorium and that she indeed should be punished, but now you’re saying, “nah she’s a grown ass woman and she can make her own choices.” Make up your fucking mind you imbecile! If anybody has gaps in their logic, it’s you. Not me. I’ve been speaking truths - cold, hard truths, and you HATE that. You hate that I can see right through you, and right through Nightmare. You hate that you know I am a force to be reckoned with. You hate that you know that I can be a threat to the faction as a whole. Do not deny it. You admitted that I am a hell of a competitor. You really want to take all that back now and say “actually nah you aren’t?” That’d be contradicting yourself again, and everyone will be able to see that.

Oh hey, that sounds a bit familiar. I mentioned that being in the Elimination Chamber match would make me feel right at home. I said that the hardcore scene is where I strive and that this sounds like my type of match, with the mayhem and carnage that is involved. You LITERALLY said the EXACT same thing I DID! But you just changed the words! Can you even be original?! Honestly, you said that I’ve disappointed you but you sure as hell have disappointed me too. I thought you were a lot better than this, Amadeus. You are a goddamn champion here for the love of CHRIST and you can’t even stay on track or come up with ANYTHING original to use against me. You can’t come up with something a little different; some other topic that all my past opponents have preached, but have fallen to me. Going into this match, I pictured you as this unique guy who could talk a good game and fight the good fight, but you’re really not all that different to the rest of your Nightmare brethren, despite you stating otherwise. And the fact that you’ve come out to insult Jon McAdams as well - a guy you wanted to bring into The Sanatorium - just goes to prove my point even more that Nightmare really aren’t all that. You aren’t intimidating, you aren’t fierce, and because of me, you aren’t fooling anybody anymore. All of your egos are just WAY too big for each other, because what you all want is success and none of you individually can have it because you’re all too afraid to make a move out of fear of emotionally hurting one another. Yes, you all might be monsters in your own way somewhat, but monsters do not scare me. I just see monsters as my prey and I slaughter them on sight. I never once mentioned that my disqualification victory over Apocalypse Diemos was my mastery over Nightmare, and how DARE you misconstrue my words to make me look like an idiot. How about using facts for once? All I simple states was that I had two victories over him, and if we were going with your other idiotic brother Jon McAdams’ logic, it is a victory that counts because in his eyes any win is a good win. Besides, in the Territorial Invasion tag team match I was the one that took him out in the end. It wasn’t Finnegan, it wasn’t Ironico and it wasn’t even Lars Grier. It was me.

Despite all this, I still do look forward to the challenge this Sunday on Voltage. Amadeus I haven’t dealt with your self-proclaimed chaotic speed, grappling acumen and lust for violence, but at the same time you haven’t dealt with my awestruck abilities, incredible pace, my hard-hitting fists and kicks and my will and desire to win. As far as I am concerned, the two of us are going into this match blind. Sure we can study and research each other for hours on end but I know it’s not going to prepare us for what lies ahead. The two of us have never stepped foot inside that squared circle to fight each other one on one, so at this point anything is possible. But I know that deep down within myself, my momentum is going to carry me across the line, and with a victory this Sunday, I can look forward to not only the Elimination Chamber at Road to Redemption, but a future championship match against you as well. And with that, that means I can continue to expose The Sanatorium for what they truly are.

THE KILLER HAS SPOKEN.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 10:30 pm by **Black Mamba**

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"Enter the Chamber of Elimination, Black Mamba!"

vs. Lucas Johnson, Lance Hart, Mark Michaels, Prince of Phenomenal, and Nobi for the EAW National Elite Championship

Let us begin the feast.

Closer and closer to oblivion. Of course, i mean the Elimination Chamber Match this sunday for the EAW National Elite Championship. But give it a thought everyone listening in on my words. Let it consume your mind. This match is only meant for those willing to commit to the most atrocious acts upon another. To deliver to the fans, a most brutal story told in a fashion that would give satisfaction only to the most freakish of individuals. The belief that you never changed upon hearing the match being booked is foolish. To say you are prepared is abstaining from the reality that you had second thoughts.

We all were weak minded, foolish to believe that would get an individual one on one. Isn’t that right Lucas Johnson? To have dreamed to have another match all to yourself against the Pauper that claims richness beyond compare. Too one sided to believe otherwise, you sought to make Brian Daniels see things your way. Week in and week out, you flaked like a leaf upon the autumn winds. You could not muster the same energy you had win you fought for the New Breed Championship, you sought to bring everyone down to your level. Disappointing that you felt that way.

In my mind, i see only one way for you. Sacrifice yourself to the Chamber, embrace the pain, relish in it. Let my hands carve a memory that is only fitting of something beneath me. You no longer fit the description of a proper meal in learning. You were destined from the start, to be the appetizer, barely the water i drink as i wait for the bread to arrive on the table. Yet, for what it is worth, you might amount to lemon water. Sour to the core amongst your peers and possibly, dare is say, a refreshing sight to take in by those who pay to see you compete. Oh but don’t fret, you are not alone in this category...isn’t that right Lance Hart?

Since arriving on Showdown, i cannot help but consider where you stand in this match up. You cry for revenge like a C movie sci fi action star, but do you truly grasp the situation that is forming around you. To simply sit and wait til you feel obligated to speak. Slow is fast, fast is slow. Dragging your feet all the same. Hurry up and enter what will be the beginning of a dance that will translate your struggles into works of art. Alongside Lucas Johnson, you are surely to jest for the fans. For it is all that you can do, there is nothing that will propel you properly as a threat, maybe to Lucas...maybe to Mark Michaels. If Lucas is the lemon water i drink, then you are the poorly made cornbread muffins placed upon the table. You look new, smell new, but overall...could be better. As you said before, i pity whoever failed at molding you into the Elitist you claim to be today.

You were not ready for this undertaking. The longer you delay, the more uncertain you must be as you speak your words of bravado. You most certainly will entertain someone of skill, but ultimately you are slated to be discarded all the same. If there was any real threats that might elevate themselves, sadly i must look towards the first entree...Mark Michaels. The man, whom fans and possibly skeptics alike call the “Social Media Champion”....holder of no success other than proving you can use the environment to your advantage. Yet, so can I Michaels. As demonstrated last week, you might have the power to disrupt my movements, but you’re slowly outclassed, outmatched.

I have to ultimately keep to the rules just to prove how your experience pales to mine. You have no prior championship success to your name, just myself, but you lack the credibility to suggest that you would be a proper leader to our division. So caught up in numbers, you neglect the reality of being a wrestler. As a first entree, you’re packaged to appeal only slightly longer than the appetizers, but you have my attention. You have skills that would give me pause, but slightly.

While i feel the chamber would serve you best as a tenderizer, softening you up for the world, exposing you as a mere fraud of a man, you are not the first, merely the next person offered up. Inevitable, impossibly lined up as a wrestler not yet capable, not yet ready, an embarrassment. Once more, sacrifice yourself to the Chamber like those before you, you cannot match me nor hope to catch up to me. A pity, for i thought you would do more than threaten me with power and surprise me. Instead silence, and a retreat to your fans liking your ancient videos for nostalgia.

That goes of course for the second entree, congrats champ...you are worthy of that much. A dish of reasonable size, catering to those who truly could tackle you with an appetite to spare still. You sought to belittle me since i have arrived in Showdown, you literally panicked and threw a tantrum upon Brian Daniels saying i was the first entrant in this Elimination Chamber. You didn’t see fit to give me anything, much less a proper welcome. So i took it from you. As i said previously i stepped on you. Bugs do make a decent meal in some countries, but you would be a poor replacement to compare to you. You offer me knowledge beyond compare, but for me to acquire ti from you requires tenacious yet tedious work. But just like our first match against each other, i have patience...like any predator knows...your prey has to slip eventually. You cannot play defense strictly, much less offense only without exposing your weakness and boy, do you have them.

Again..i have to say you provide the means to justify why it is time for a new champion. Those watching will want to hear from someone who actually is willing to commit to the cause. Vanity, like any display of well-made dish can hide an ugly truth. You might be the current champion of National Elitists, but you are within a disgusting man that can be tolerated only in moderation. You seek what everyone wants and demand more, not caring if you are full. Brian’s decision to have you defend in this manner is not only reasonable, but fully expected of someone with your level of skill. You should be able to provide proof to all that you a champion worth respecting, worth fearing. If you are not at all capable of doing just that in this chamber tomorrow night...well. I suppose you were better being executed and replaced like any monarchy should.

Then there is the main course itself. The pride of Showdown’s National Elite Division...Nobi. You’ve been buttered up for enough my friend. There’s no need to add more seasoning, when it is quite clear you pose to a threat to anyone thinking they can handle you with ease. There is all the qualities of greatness in you, but you have flaws all the same. Your slate is tainted, its no longer clear and clean like you claimed almost a month ago. Proud, however phrased and spoken, leads to overindulgence. You’re fully ready just yet Nobi, it is no small feat at that. For your time as a National Elite Champion is yet to come.

It is not now Nobi, nor for the forseeable lineup of this year, will it be your time. There is nothing wrong to accept this reality as your own as i have already accepted it as such. Unlike the last two champions, my grip will be much tighter and my defense of what is going to be the sweetest of desserts, MY National Elite Championship...will be that much more ruthless. From here, i will take a step into another domain and face those who dream of holding the top prize of Showdown. For it is simply a game of chance and Lady Luck does not favor any of you in this Chamber...only me.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 10:24 pm by **Finnegan Wakefield**

Chapter 67: Second Fiddle

"The Wrestling Artist" Finnegan Wakefield

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"The month of October is going to be an eventful one in terms of We Are The Bollocks to say the very least. In a few weeks time, Ironico and I have a double date penciled in for Road to Redemption with the lovely ladies Cameron Ella Ava and the Heart Break Gal. I am not the kind of guy that expects a kiss on the first date by any means, but Ironico and I hold those Tag Team Grand Prix trophies over our heads with lipstick on our respective cheeks, all the better in my opinion. But before that, Ironico and I are scheduled to have a match for this EAW New Breed Championship. And there are some people who are thinking that this match will cause a divide between Ironico and I, that the New Breed Championship will come in between our friendship. To them, I can only say that as of right now, Ironico and I are looking forward to a good one-on-one scrum and then the double date to follow. But that’s a matter for next week. This week however, we’re going to show that we’re still on the same page before this championship match and it’ll prove how cohesive we’re still going to be after that match is over. We’ve made it crystal clear that we’re not looking to just be participants of the Tag Team Grand Prix, we’re planning on getting those trophies and then adding the Tag Team Championships to the ever growing collection that we’ve started.

Which brings us to our opponents this week in Nightmares Jon McAdams and Solomon Caine. Conspicuous by their absence, it seems like Nightmare might still have some growing pains that they haven’t overcome yet. They have kept themselves concealed in the shadows and this week haven’t spoken a word. Well don’t worry lads, if you don’t feel like talking this week I am more than happy to summarize what’s been going down between We Are The Bollocks and Nightmare. Since the formation of Nightmare, you were met with an immediate brick wall as a ragtag Sanatorium subgroup. Rather, the leftovers of what Eclipse and Maero left behind. The lot of you have had some issues with the unity that binds you together and the direction that you’re all planning to go as you follow the lead of Amadeus. You see, Amadeus has benefitted from this alliance of yours, but it doesn’t seem like the rest of you are meeting similar fortunes. In all honesty, it seems like the rest of you are playing second fiddle to Amadeus and having all of your individual potentials squandered because of it. That seems to mirror true with the rest of the Sanatorium as the main group has been crumbling apart what with The Covens almost complete dissolving and the Psych Ward being a non-factor for the longest time.

We Are The Bollocks have had some chance encounters with Sanatorium members over the past few months, and so far the victories out weight the losses. We survived and defeated Apocalypse at Territorial Invasion in that 4 on 4 war and to advance to the Tag Team Grand Prix we defeated the heads of this nutty cult-esque family of yours in both Alexis and Eclipse Diemos. Granted, my loss against Amadeus in that hardcore match weeks back is a point against us, me in particular, but when it has been a team effort we’ve topped 3 of 6 of the Sanatorium opposition we’ve faced and McAdams you’re about to be number 4 and Caine, you’re lucky number 5. We didn’t get to face the two of you in the Grand Prix due to being on the opposite side of the bracket, but we’re going to make up for that lost time October 1st in Highland Heights, Kentucky when We Are The Bollocks not only showcase our unity but kick down the remains of the Nightmares foundations. We’re a silly little tandem with dreams bigger than then the words behind the fears you spread and hide behind, and tomorrow night we’re going to be the nightlight that assures ourselves with a nice refreshing night of sleep before our real battles begin… alright, that sounded much better in my head, but the point is still very much valid. We ain’t chatting bollocks, WE ARE THE BOLLOCKS!"

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 8:55 pm by ?

Nobi you foolish man. You speak so proudly of yourself. You have so much bravado. All it does at the end of the day is make me want to break your will more. You call yourself a magician yet the last time you had the national elite championship staring you in the face you had no tricks up your sleeve. Hell you had no answers for stark. STARK! The man who got stomped no difficulty by that undeserving piece of trash Prince of Phenomenal. What room do you have to speak of where anyone needs to focus their attention to. What is your retort to that? Oh you’re different now than you were then? How so? Please enlighten me. Because from my point of view you look and sound the exact fucking same. Ever since stepping foot on Showdown none of you fools have proven able to faze me whatsoever. I eradicated Johnny Nova from existence, have made Lucas Johnson my walking bitch, and showed Mark Michaels up as the superior member of our team by far. Just go back and watch the footage please before opening your mouth again. You can say all these things that you “plan to do” and that you “aspire to do” but just how are you going to put any of these things into action huh? Where’s the legitimate forward progression behind the words you speak? While I’m here backing up every word I speak every time I enter the ring, here you are talking so much about what you’re going to win when you’ve yet to show anyone in the world your value. Nobi you don’t have to be my punching bag. Because you are not my punching bag. This entire match and everyone involved including YOU are my punching bags. All this match is is a simple test. A showcase. It’s just a way for me to show a couple things to those who will be competing inside of the REAL elimination chamber match at Road to Redemption. Number one is how ruthless I am and what extreme lengths I will go to to obtain whatever I please. Number two is that I am not in the same bottom tier as the rest of you peasants, I am truly elite and someone who is a threat to anyone and everyone on this roster. Luck is for losers by the way. I don’t need any of that sappy bs. My overwhelming power and unbreakable will to see my ambitions through will tear apart any supposed skill you posses that you have still yet to fully present to any of us Nobi. And you’re right Nobi. I don’t need to talk much. I can get my point across without speaking nearly as much as the likes of you. I simply wanted to analyse every single man I was getting involved with before opening my own mouth to give any of you swines any ammunition to unload against me with. And I see that I made the correct call in doing so as I know much more about all of you and how you operate. To put it as short and sweet as possible Nobi, I can put in half the effort the rest of you put in and still show off more prowess than any of you combined. My natural god given ability overrides any amount of hard work you’ve put in throughout the years. That goes for every single one of you! I’m just in a completely different league from the rest of you and everyone knows it. And I see you’re a funny guy now. Nobi’s got a sense of humor it seems? Well at least you’ve got some semblance of personality past being purely good natured. But making jokes is the last thing you want to do against me boy. Especially when it comes to making fun of my revolution! And just to clarify to you more than anything else Nobi, I have yet to be pushed or have tried in any circumstance here on Showdown. And I doubt I’ll have to for quite some time at all. At least as long as I continue to face the likes of yourself and the rest of these hasbeens inside of this chamber. Many of these fools are undeserving of even getting to grace a match type such as the elimination chamber, let alone for a championship. Nobi I don’t care about becoming National Elite Champion for the same mundane reasons as the lot of you. Simply holding that title will place me into the higher caliber and put me into contention for the EAW Championship. Imagine if by the end of all this I held both titles. That would be quite the feet for a man who’s only just arrived on the brand huh? Well it shall soon be the grim reality you face. I plan to win the National Elite Championship purely so it can propel me higher towards the World Championship and as a symbol of my power and authority over you pathetic pieces of garbage. Nobi just accept defeat just as you always have in your life...this will hurt a lot less if you don’t fight it. I can offer you a quick and painless defeat as long as you just...stand...down. But if you want to struggle some more then I can take matters into my own hands and give you the full extent of my hatred. The darkness held within my heart will be unleashed upon you in its full fury if you continue to fight against your destiny to fail and my plans for revolution!

James Ranger...Black Mamba...whoever the hell you are. Just please do us all a favor and shut your mouth...PLEASE! IT’S LIKE THE ONLY THING THAT COMES FROM YOUR MOUTH ARE BULLSHIT LIES! Were you NOT there during our tag match?! Or were you just lost in your own little fantasy world where you actually have talent and people actually believe you’re going to be someone anytime soon? Because clearly you were NOT paying attention to the six man tag match if you honestly believe the fallacies that came from your trap! While I can at least give you one thing that being around Lucas Johnson has made my mind incredibly numb from all of the idiotic decisions he makes regularly seemingly without learning from any beating or defeat he ever takes in his life. But to say that I was “following” Mark Michaels or that I am even remotely a “fan” of the guy is quite hilarious. Did you not pay attention to my words for him earlier this week James? He is a one dimensional arrogant asshole who cares more about getting shoutouts on social media than getting somewhere in this industry. I don’t respect the man...LET ALONE LIKE HIM! That just might be the craziest thing I’ve heard in my life. Hell from the get go before Showdown last week I knew for a fact that tag match was a lost cause and did not give a care in the world about it. My thoughts were confirmed when Lucas Johnson’s dumbass decided to go into business for himself as I suspected people would. So I did the only sensible thing and went into business for myself as well by deserting the match to instead prepare myself for the contest that ACTUALLY MATTERS, THIS ONE! And Black Mamba, it’s just like I told Nobi. I was accessing what all of you were capable of and what your limitations were before engaging you all myself. Just as any tactical genius would approach the situation. And if you don’t view me as a threat to you and the rest of this match there’s only one word to sum you and your thought process up James, idiotic. There’s just nothing more to it. You are stupid if you actually believe your words are changing anything at all in this thing. And you say that others don’t want to be associated with me. Well that’s perfectly fine with me too kid. I don’t want to be associate with anyone else either. To reside alone within the darkness harnessing my strength and spreading my vision is the way I CHOOSE to live. As long as this world with time learns the benefits and EAW changes for the better...I don’t care what the ignorant and blind think. You’re already a lost cause and there’s no place for you in MY ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING! So as I said from the get go Black Mamba, James Ranger, whatever your name is or what you choose to go by on any particular day. Silence yourself and spare all of us the torture of having to listen to your uneducated opinions. While you continue to spew out lies and garbage from your ass I stand unmatched as the undoubtable top man to take the National Elite Championship under my iron fist and move on to hopefully face a real challenge at Road to Redemption...the five of you are nothing more but a simple appetizer for me...

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 7:51 pm by **The Consigliere**

Your past doesn't define your present. Events in your life will always be uncontrollable, but it is the decisions that you have made and how you took ownership in said decisions that will say a lot about how you've gotten to your present situation and if you have what it takes to handle it. Many will say they are filled with regret and are pouring out sweat and blood just for their status in this company to be better, while others will learn to live with it as they show up in the ring completely unprepared hoping that the match isn't enough to injure them... all because they are forced to live with the fact that their careers have gone to waste for their own stupidity. Thats what separates me from the rest. I know the decisions I made and all the awful memories that were associated with it, and you still will never see me twitch because I know that I'm a different person than the one crowd met a few years ago. And while idiots like Tiberius Jones could not shut up about alliances I have forged that fell apart, I continue to take steps in prospering and growing as a competitor. I don't get satisfied with pats on the back and participation trophies, I yearn for gold that will define my career in EAW. I am not happy with small compliments, I am would plaster my name out there as the greatest so nobody would forget. I am a persistent one. I am a stubborn one. I am not easily startled. And nothing surprises me anymore, and people seem to forget that. Asking the Heart Break Gal to just walk off because it's too late for her to try, or to get you a cup of coffee, or to call you by your preferred name is like waiting for piles of money to fall from the sky -- it's not going to happen. I am not going to give you type of treatment you want, and I am not going to be scared of the consequences of it... BECAUSE THERE IS NONE! Better that this is established now before you continue the habit of embarrassing yourself even more.... then again it seems like you have mastered the art of making an ass of yourself so I can't say I'm surprised. All with love and respect to Drake Jaeger, the fact that you can't even realize the superiority of The Mercenaries over Drake and Jones is simply appalling. Not that I care to explain further cause it seems like even simple sentences is lost on you, but I'll leave it with this -- as great as you two were, the fact still remains that you were never capable of dominating the Tag Team Division for seven months, just like you're not capable of facing me without embarrassing yourself so much that you had to hit the referee to get out of the predicament.

I suppose it's just truly amusing to me how people like you expect that I would apologize or feel bad about aiding World Champions and former World Champions in their tenure. I can't say you don't have a point. There were regrets and disappointments involved. It was one messy fight after another in the ring and who even knows what they're doing right now! The Heart Break Boy gave up his career and his Pain for Pride moment for me just to keep me safe, and despite many attempted reach for success, everyone knew he was a lost cause... shame all that effort went to waste! And of course, Y2Impact, the Man always declared as the indestructible Machine, nobody knew it was possible for his emotions to be tweaked until I came to the picture. And TJ, I would cry "this is too personal" like every other bitch being asked about lovers that they used to work with, but at this point any adoration I had for them in the past is now just a running topic brought up by every Aria, Madison and Keelan in the same exact way. They are people with the same thought process as you, believing for one second that I would feel sorrow or shame of what I did, or if I ever felt envious at all, when I lived in a completely different world from them work-wise. Did you want me to snap their backs just so I can say I became World Champion? Did you want me to have Y2Impact ask favors from his Voltage crew to get me a title shot? Oh, you fucking moron. It's like you're not even trying anymore! Come on, TJ! So far you have shown me that you are nothing but an ordinary champion who is just as bad as every pig and donkey that have worn that same belt, it comes to a point where people question why you're even Champion, especially now that you're too concerned about trivial things! You're threatening to end me. You keep saying we're not friends... and how exactly does that affect me, huh TJ? About nearly a hundred percent of my opponents I don't associate with, many of them want to bash my head in and shatter my hopes of competing another day, they have said the worst things about me personally, but already, their threats are worth nothing, what makes you think I take yours to value? But let me make this easier for you so we're back on track -- I am a future EAW Champion, Tiberius. There is no other way around it. And I will not fulfill that by asking political favors or for seeking help from my undertrained minions in the kingsguard, I will do it by beating you and everyone else who want the same thing. It's not a crime, and I don't feel sorry about it for it is nothing but a cause for celebration, even more so when I do become EAW Champion.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 3:05 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

II.

I am a woman. I am a vindictive woman who knows how to make men suffer. Exhibit A was seen at Territorial Invasion as I nearly drove Jamie O’Hara to the brink of insanity. I am a woman who he could not put away with just a normal In Excelsis. Nah, it takes a lot more to put me away. It sometimes takes a man using moves they never saw themselves possible to put me away. That’s what I do best with my opponents. I push them. I push them to the edge. They leave the match different than they did as they entered. When facing me, this isn’t like facing Jamie, TLA. The only experience you have on facing me will not hold in comparison to what happens when you face me. You got the best of me once. I’ve learned from that one time. It’s safe to say that it has made me a better competitor. It has made me one of the best on Voltage. When I am faced with defeat, I take it in and I move on. You? Well, to you, you never expect yourself to face with defeat. The expectation led you to be a match shy from the King of Elite finals. The expectation led you to lose at Burning Desire. The expectation led you to lose at Territorial Invasion. Yet, you still have the mentality that everything is going to magically fall into place with you. You will get that special moment in which you’ve been waiting your entire career. It will be better than when you won the New Breed Championship. It will be better than when you won the Interwire Championship first time. TLA, a man, who has climbed up the ranks of EAW. A man who has been through EVERYTHING from firings to having his beloved Poon Palace in shambles thinks that all his struggles will lead him to capture one of the biggest victories of his professional wrestling career. With this one match, some would debate that he is a shoo in for the EAW Hall of Fame. If TLA wins the World Heavyweight Championship, it would be like the people won? When I say “the people”, I say people with an IQ less than 70. People with above average IQs, they are currently winning in life. They know how to be successful. They are not going to let people like TLA ruin that for them. Just like you’re not going to ruin this for me. I am fully aware of what you put through Jamie, but have you noticed that what I put him through is far worse than anything you could imagine? In comparison of the shit I put him through, yours is child's play. It seemed like he didn't break a sweat with you. There was never a moment in the match where he thought he would lose to you. He never doubted himself. He never hid under any false facade. He “called” himself defeating you. It was almost like the result of your match with him was predetermined. Clock is ticking, TLA. Once the clock strikes midnight on you on December 31st, you will realize that you went through another year without being World Heavyweight Champion. In your mind, you don’t think that your chance to become champion is over. I disagree with that. It’s over. You’re just holding onto my actions at Ground Zero as a way that you could possibly sneak yourself into the title picture once again. Even without the sneaking, it’s quite a shock that you even find yourself in the title picture to begin with. In what way does EAW find you to be worthy of an opportunity to become World Heavyweight Champion? There’s plenty of guys in the back that could be worthy of your position. It’s almost quite disgusting that people actually think that you’re good enough to be champion. It’s even more disgusting that people think that you’re better than me? You think that you can bring a bigger fight to this Street Fight than me? Some say that you are made from the streets. Some people may think that you have those so-called “street smarts”. They think just because of those street smarts that it’s going to help you win on Voltage? Well, when it comes to the two of us, I’m the smarter opponent. I know how to get the job done. Don’t think for a second that I don’t have anything planned out. You may have been the one to challenge me to the Street Fight, but it’s going to be you having a challenging time beating me. I’ve said it before- I personally don’t care where this fight leads us too. I’m willing to take this fight outside if it means that I get rid of you and your little fantasies of becoming champion. I am fully aware of how cruel these streets can be. I know for a fact how comfortable you will be in the streets. By the looks of things, you may think that you have an advantage of how this match goes. People are waiting for the moment that TLA destroys Cameron Ella Ava and continues his journey to be champion, but I am going to make it my mission that you won’t continue this journey. I don’t understand why I need to be punished for my actions. You were the one who decided to call me out. You thought I was going sit and let you be the one to dethrone Jamie? Yeah, that’s not going to happen. It’s not going to happen because someone is finally going to put a stop to your place in the World Title contention. Honestly, I thought Jamie should have gotten rid of you at the first shot you had at his time. If I were you, I knew how losing to him the first time would have been enough for me. I would have began to realize how the hype people had for me was my downfall-that’s if I was you. Thank God, I’m not some infested mongrel like yourself. It’s these times that I’m blessed to be Cameron Ella Ava. I have so much to be thankful for. I mean, I would hate to be you, TLA. Always the challenger, never the World Champion. It seems like that’s going to be the story of your career once it’s time for you to hang up your boots. As for Voltage, I am prepared to going into battle with you. If you defeat me, I’ll clear the path for you to be champion. If I win, we’ll it seems like it will be you who has to watch me be the one to dethrone Jamie. The way it’s supposed to be.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 12:06 pm by **Jamie O'Hara**

Lets just pretend that I listened to everything you just said about that book you spent 5 minutes Googling. In fact, all I’ve got is one question; are you on the piss, lad? You know, sometimes I think I talk a lot of shit but you’re certainly taking the cake here. A story that has no relevance to any of this; a weak connection, as strong as a spider’s web. I wonder if you heard someone else use this book as an example beforehand and you’re trying to shoehorn it in. Such an unnatural flow in your voice, in your words Lars. Did you truly just waste your breath to say in the end, “maybe”? The hell that Joe faced in the story isn’t something I’ve encountered, nor will I ever. Neither have you nor will you. It’s a hell that cannot be compared; to do so is to disrespect everything that wounded returning soldiers face. I’m at a loss, really, to piece together your point. This tends to happen when someone speaks with a dictionary and a thesaurus in each hand to make themselves sound illegilent. What is it about my life, my current situation that makes it a hell instead of something that is more akin to heaven, Lars? Your efforts to undermine my success is quite adorable but I’m afraid stumbling over your own tongue to look impressive, formidable is doing everything but helping your cause. World Champion, a stunning lass by my side, a constant supply of beer; if this is hell then it ain’t half bad and I sure as fuck have never been happier in my life than I am now. But please, divulge the details about how I’m trapped inside this personal hell...oh wait….you can’t because it’s something you pulled from your arse or likely heard some other bloke say and thought “hey that sounds pretty kewl!1!11!!” You can bet your arse however that I envision great plains filled with happiness and joy….IT’S BECAUSE I TURN THE HARSH GROUND BENEATH ME INTO THOSE FIELDS. VICTORY AFTER VICTORY AFTER VICTORY, THERE ISN’T A DAMN THING TO BE UNHAPPY ABOUT WHEN YOU’RE JAMIE FUCKING O’HARA, KID! And you want to know why I talk shit Lars? It’s because I’ve earned that right and regardless of your personal bitterness, your envy that you haven’t earned that right, everything I say isn’t said without substance, without evidence. The past is all that we have to go on Lars. What else do I have to go on? Is this another Chris Elite situation where it’s like “Yeah nah ignore my past and my record and my statistic but just take my word for it for no reason!”? Because that’s what this feels like, Lars. The past follows us like a shadow being cast by the sun; no matter which way we run our shadow still follows us, each and every step. Shadow is the baggage we carry into every match and I have my fair share of baggage to carry; isn’t it always a funny thing to see men like you care so much about proving me wrong about their own history that they don’t spend a second to deep dig into mine? My past rests the faults, the keys to victory - how few they may be, they still exist. See Lars I have nothing more than the man you’ve been for ten months instead of the man you are now, you’ve been nothing more than an insignificant thought in my mind for so long, there’s simply not much to it. Have a sook, have a whinge, perception is reality once more my dear friend and the Manifestation of Destruction still makes his voice known, despite your grand efforts to hide it.

I’m sure he wanted to be a ruler. He expected to be one. It’s in the hearts and minds of everyone who steps into this ring; no matter how vile or pure their blood is. Who doesn’t like the ecstasy that flows through the veins as they stand at the pinnacle, undeniably the best? And I feel that every day. Each time I wake up and look in the mirror, that drug pumps through my body and it feels truly wonderful. The envy, the jealousy you hold, mate, it’s within your reach. None of this was handed to me, despite your belief, it was earned. The house, the partner, the friends, the family, the connections, the sponsors, the respect, the admiration, the privilege, the power, the social status. It was all earned in time by being the absolute best inside this ring. And no man achieves any of that by sitting on their hands dreaming of what they want, being envious of what others have; bitching and moaning doesn’t land people the rewards they desire. Those people truly are bags of dirt, Lars. I spit on them, I drag them through the mud and I make them feel as if they have nothing as if they can become nothing. The ease of exploiting their insecurities is a game that I quite enjoy; they crumble, become so easily bothered by being reminded of what they aren’t, what they cannot be. And you’re no different, Lars. Another young bloke with his dreams so high in the clouds that he can’t grasp the reality of the miles that exist between him and what he desires most. Disdain for what someone has, hatred for who they are but truly it’s all envy; nothing more than envy pouring out with ease. And when that all came crashing down, why yes, you did crack. No man that claims to be the future of this business cracks so easily when they first taste the disappointment of defeat. You didn’t just change a few things; a new moniker, a new song to make your walk to, a new move to end your foes. You changed the way you walked, the way you talked; you charged Lars Grier into a new person...because in ten...mere months you weren’t the person you wanted to become. One of the many reasons Lucian Black was a failure of an Elitist was because the man could never settle on his identity. A new shtick so often because he couldn’t win a match here or there. Perhaps ten months trying to claim a World Championship would force change but you cracked because you couldn’t win a mid tier championship? That my friend, is weakness.

You were in Cash In The Vault match! That means you’re a big deal huh?

Know who Christopher Corrupt is?

Yeah, neither do most people.

None of the minor accomplishments you’ve earned, your participation in matches covers up the fact that you underwent such needless, radical changes. And that will always be seen as weak. Now, tomorrow, next week, next month. What’s to say when you fall to me at Road to Redemption you won’t feel the need to “evolve” once more? Evolution is a necessity, I made as much clear and I’ve undergone my own evolution to stand here as champion but it’s a situational thing; appropriate for moments, small windows of opportunity to be seized otherwise you’re finding yourself staring into the mirror and not recognising the man that stares back. Weakness in not being able to back yourself to succeed; if you can’t even buy what you’re selling, how can you expect anyone else to? You twist it into whatever positive note that helps you keep going; it’s self doubt personified. It’s self doubt so easily encapsulated that a bloke with special needs could recongise it. Weakness. You’re up against a man who just tells it how he sees it, Lars. You’re up against a bloke who cares so little in the end for monikers and prefixes. Being a God is not a sword I’ll ever die upon but it’s something I will embrace while the opportunity exists. Your truth is more delusions than anything of accuracy or to be concerned of. This match will reveal the grand distance between someone like you and me; not a matter of who is right or wrong, the making of ourselves - Gods and monster and simple men. I don’t care for the mythology, the ideology that comes with this talk. Truly in the end I care about one thing; being the undeniable best. And if that means in the eyes of some I’m a God, then so be it. If it others I’m a monster, then I’ll wear that tag. If I’m mere human to you Lars? Then I’m just a human. Obsessive of what is insignificant; step into my squared circle, my domain, my grand kingdom and realise what it’s like to face a man who has his game perfectly matched to a T. Step against someone who has raw talent that far exceeds anything you can bring to the table.

You will come to learn just why I am the World Heavyweight Champion and why I deserve to hold this pinnacle.

I get it, the hair on your balls is starting to poke through, you find yourself with a small little bulge in your pants at the most inappropriate of times and the world is always against you because of it. Everyone who succeeds was handed to success, everyone who is above you in this world, has the things you desire don’t truly deserve it. Isn’t that right, Lars? Poor fucker, never loved, never cared for, has been handicapped by life since day one; constantly fighting up an uphill battle. I think I’m more amazed that someone who has been here for ten months can so confidently paint my past; a silver spoon in my mouth? Well, I must have missed that part growing up on drought strick land in the middle of a sunburnt country. Nah, our upbringings regardless of the differences mean nothing when we step foot in this ring Lars. Maybe that’s why you haven’t had the success you believe you’re entitled to; too busy stringing together these sob stories about fighting harder, for longer than anyone else, being more deserving than anyone else. Within five weeks here I was the New Breed Champion, within sixteen months I was the EAW Champion, within three years I was a two time champion and when the clock strikes 4 years I’ll be in the Hall of Fame - as soon as I can possibly enter. Perhaps to you, I was handed my success. Never earned it, never deserved it. Maybe that’s where you see the silver spoon hanging from my mouth but you wouldn’t know it. From the shit that leaks from in between your teeth, how could you know what you could not witness? No, clutch at those straws Lars it’s amusing to see someone trying desperately to strip me down to my core, expose my “weakness”. Those titles, that status I’m inevitably going to claim, it’s all because each time I walked into the ring I didn’t carry bullshit stories like you do, never an ounce of that baggage. I earned everything because I was the best. I was handed shots at glory because I defeated everyone before me. Were those victories handed, Lars? Did the powers that be tap my opponents on the shoulder to lay down? No, I earned and I deserve everything that I have in the palm of my hand. I deserve this reign, I deserve this throne because I’ve been head and shoulders above the pack since day one. Maybe you would understand that if you were in my shoes instead of being an average bloke in the middle of the pack. Your envy is sweet although I’m starting to struggle to follow your narrative. To deserve and not deserve isn’t the same as to need and want. Do I need this title? At this point it’s something people can argue; I’ve earned my keep, my name, my legacy. Jamie O’Hara will go down in history as one of the best to emerge in recent years; perhaps considered a cornerstone. Really, all this title does now is enhance my legacy; soon enough I’ll break Brian Daniels’ record for longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion and proceed to break Ares Vendetta’s record for all time World Champion. That would certainly fuel my ego.

But I guess the most confusing part is where all that comes after you praised me for building my kingdom brick by brick from the ground up. So good work, I guess?

And see, you’re about seven months late on telling me I brought everything that happened at King of Elite on myself but nice try there kiddo.

I did plenty of things, I turned on friends, I turned on people, I placed some on the shelf for months just to get what I wanted. And I faced the consequences for those actions when Xavier took the crown of Elite away from me. But that was seven months ago and since then I’ve taken my beatings, I’ve copped the deserving blows on the chin and moved forward. I paid for every sin I made, I sought for forgiveness and I moved on. And ever since, no matter how many people may disagree with the cunt I’ve become, I’ve done no ill-will towards anyone. Not my actions nor my words. Clean as a whistle and that tends to sink under the skin of people who want to bring me down; they’ve only got rocks as light as paper to throw at me. So what is your point, Lars? Or do you have no point and you’re just trying to paint the most sympathetic image you can possibly paint for yourself? Again, that woe is me bullshit is quite tiresome. Believe me when I say, the whole “Me versus the World” shtick leads men nowhere because now that you’re here, in EAW, nobody is going to stop for a second and give a solitary flying fuck about how long it took and how hard it was for you to get here to begin with. Even when you’re in my presence at Road to Redemption, I’m not going to give a FUCK about how hard the last ten months of your career have been because lad, those ten months are going to seem like heaven when you’re instead the chamber with me, trying to take away my championship. I have earned this, all of this, far more than any single person on this roster. I have worked harder to be the BEST than anyone else on this roster and to say otherwise is laughable. Because just who the fuck are you to say that? You’re a bloke with ten months here thinking you can sit on a high horse and cast down your judgement without knowing a damn thing. But that’s your best shot at unnerving me, Lars. To string together these tales that suit your narrative, your belief. Your arrogance is amusing, I’ll enjoy scraping it from the bottom of my boot when I’m finished on Voltage.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 9:33 am by **TLA**

STREETZ

The camera cuts to TLA on the mean streets of Highland Heights, Kentucky.

TLA: Awful lotta gringos ‘round this turf.

TLA spins his red stained lead pipe around in his hand as he walks down the sidewalk past run-down trailers packed with rednecks. TLA considers the possibility that a Poon Palace here would not be very successful as he walks past a trailer flying the Confederate flag. TLA greets a man as they pass on the street.

TLA: Hi.

Redneck: Hola amigo! Make America Great Again! Yeehaw!

Steroid Dawg emerges from behind a Donald Trump campaign sign in someone’s yard as the redneck screams and runs away.

TLA: These the most hardcore streets out. They filled with that hate. But imma overcome the fuck outta this hate cuz these streets… They ‘bout to be Cameron Ella Ava’s grave site.

TLA takes out a can of spraypaint as he tags up the back of the redneck’s trailer with “305 Represent” and “Viva Mexico”. Suddenly a fat white bitch emerges from the trailer with a shotgun screaming. TLA escapes swiftly as she fires off them bullets.

TLA: Yo I got the fuck outta there that bitch was wildin’.

TLA notices that he has escaped safely to a nearby park as he sits down at a table and takes a sip of drank.

TLA: That’s that good shit right there. These pinches gueros got some real good product ya heard? Gettin’ me all up in that mindset I ain’t been in for some time. Got me feelin’ real old school like imma ‘bout to run these streets one more time. Cuz yo I been all obsessin’ n shit ‘bout that lucha. Got me that legit as fuck shit goin’ on but I still got luv for them streets. For that hustle and a real OG ain’t never forgets. Shit’s like ridin’ a bike, right back on up cruisin’ down the calle like we do.

#NeverForget

TLA: Just like Cam ain’t never gonna forget the asswhipping I be about to bring to her in that Street Fight on Voltage! I may be reppin’ for the Poon Palace now, gettin’ the finest bitches up in mah penthouses like a real one do. But I was born and raised on these streets and ain’t no place feel more like home than they do. You steppin’ to me in my favorite spot, my home turf, the match that ain’t nobody can touch me in! Can y’all feel it Cam? Can you feel the life blood of these streets pulsin’ thru yo veins? I can. I watch. I listen. I feel. Got them senses on lock and imma see whatever Cam be bringin’ to the table from a mile away.

Whatever you be throwin’ at me imma knock it out the park.

TLA: Haters wanna act like TLA throwin’ in the towel. He cryin’ them tears. He losin’ that smile. He takin’ he ball and he goin’ home. First of all chicas, La Pantera Sexual always got more balls if you lookin’ for some! Second of all, ain’t no quit. Sure takin’ that hard L knocked me for a loop. Maybe I ain’t been thinkin’ straight cuz I took a few hundred knees to the face. But time be healin’ all them wounds yo. I’m back, I’m better than ever and I’m headin’ on back to where the struggle all began. Hittin’ up them streets, we gonna do this shit like them rugged ass street fights I be fightin’ down in the gutter back in Tijuana. Back where I be makin’ that OG green, that green that’s long since been spent. But shit went to a good cause. Ain’t no organization back them just bloodthirsty hombres lookin’ to slice that skin off yo back. Now they be sayin’ yo boi Elite. But this company used to be called Extreme and if there is one hijo de puta who be bringin’ that shit back to this company you be lookin’ at him. Cam been around a long ass time, she ain’t be sayin’ much this week, she got them commitments and all that, but she be questionin’ ya boi’s fight.

Ain’t gonna be no question after the streets give us them answers.

TLA: The streets be a cruel god but you damn sure know they be lordin’ over all of us. Cuz many have tried to control these streets, and many have failed. Eventually you either escape these streets, or they take you. But they always there. They always waitin’. You can run but eventually they gonna take back what’s theirs’ in blood. Y’all may be thinkin’ yo TLA they just streets, they are just concrete and tar and paint n shit. Nah holmes… These streets are ALIVE. They live and breathe and they remember. Oye muchacha they do remember. Cuz when you wrong the fuck outta these streets, they gonna send an OG to drag you on back and you gonna get what’s comin’ to yo ass. Cam you may think that you only wronged TLA, or you only wronged the TLA fans at Ground Zero, but it’s much much more than that. You wronged these streets too. These motherfuckers who be out here hustlin’ just makin’ that livin’. You done pissed off each and every single one of them. Ain’t just the vatos neither. The gringos be wantin’ to see yo ass get beat and put on lock worse than Hillary Clinton.

#LockCamUp

TLA: Cam you said that 2017 has been “wonderful” to you. But you forget somethang very very important. 2017 ain’t over yet and I gots a feeling that shit about to get much much less wonderful for you. You saw what I did to Jamie in that ring at Ground Zero. You saw exactly how hard I went and how much pain I inflicted on his kangaroo ass. Now you gotta recognize the fact that Jamie never did shit to me. He ain’t never wronged me. All that was was some title match between two of the baddest hombres in the sport today. But the same ain’t gonna be said about you and me. Nah this shit is personal. This is a grudge match and honestly I don’t know if I will be satisfied with just one match. I told Jamie that I still be comin’ for him last week and I meant that shit, but I’d be lyin’ if I ain’t had them darker thoughts. Maybe I don’t get that shot who’s to say? Maybe I don’t make it in the Chamber at RTR. I ain’t no fortune teller. But what I can tell y’all right now is that if I ain’t got shit to do imma find a way to entertain myself. And I see no better way to start than by tearin’ up Cam’s ass on these streets. Then next week THOSE streets. Then the week after that DEM streets. The week after that DEEZ streetz.

So many streets. So much time.

TLA finishes the last drop of drank as he pulls out his can of spraypaint and tags up the table in the park before walking away. The camera zooms in on the table as it is revealed to read “Cam está muerta”.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 9:23 am by **Nobi**

The chamber match is getting closer to the six of us. The chamber match is going to exhausted all of us, both physically and mentally. We all gonna get hurt. The five of us will be dissapointed with the result, only one of us will be walking out as The National Elite Champion. You all have to realize, whoever the winner is, will be entering the chamber for the second time at Road to Redemption. While the prize is very high, the consequences is pretty much the same. I’m fully aware of it. I really want to be the National Elite Champion just like the rest of you. I’m ready to throw my career on the line. I’m ready for everything.

If you’re so sick of the younger generation passing you everyday, then why don’t you something about it? You had a chance to get rid off me 3 times in the past 3 months, yet you always failed to do so. Not only did I survive from your useless rampage everytime you had a chance to destroy me, but I managed to prove that I’m better than you in every aspect. Did you realize though, that you never battle me, James Ranger, Lance Hart, and POP when you were still the reigning New Breed Champion? You did prove you were the better man than Mark Michaels when you won the New Breed Champion, but even so, I’d like to claim he put a better performance than you did in both Ring of Fire Battle Royal and Flaming Tables match respectively. So no, you didn’t make me famous. We weren’t even on the same brand, so what are you talking about? You really lost words, to be honest. You think we all are protected by Brian Daniels? If we are, then why did he make this match in such a dangerous match like Elimination Chamber match? He can easily put this match under a normal rules, but instead, he wants all of us to put our career on the line in this chamber match. It’s should be clear enough for you that Brian threat us all as equals. He even made our match under a No-DQ rules a month ago, a match that you considered as your own playground. I can’t thank him enough though, because I gained such a great experience for a match like this. I’m going to prove to you and everybody else that I’m capable to win the National Elite Championship.

You have been quiet for a few days, Mark Michaels. What happened? Did I piss you off? Did I offend you really that bad? Are you training hard as much as you can? I hope so, that’s make me really happy that you are preparing yourself as much as possible. Let’s see what kind of improvement you will make in this Chamber match. Let’s see if you really can stop my ambition to win the National Elite Championship. I don’t want to be stopped though. Not by you, not by anybody else. This is my chance to win my first title in this company, I will give my all to everyone, including you. I’m looking forward to meet you again. I’m really looking forward to hit you right in the face and possibility eliminating you from this chamber match. Let’s see if you have enough courage to confront me right in the middle of the ring. Don’t walk away again, you are locked inside the chamber just like everybody else. The only way to walk away is either winning or losing, are you ready to win or not? It’s all up to you. I’m very ready myself to win this match.

That lead me to Lance Hart. I’m sure this match is giving you an advantage. I’m sure you won’t walked away like you did a week ago. You want to destroy this company after all. This should be fitting for your style. I’m not going to let myself to be destroyed by you though. I’m not your punching bag. I’m The Indonesian Mat Magician. What I’m gonna do to you and everybody else isn’t a magic though. It will be a reality when I show you how much skills I have inside my tank. While I always wrestle with a same style week after week, it is really hard to take me down. Just ask any competitors in this match, they already feel the truth of my words. You’ll be in state of shock when I show you my fists and my skills. Don’t ever bother to try to hurt me, just be concentrated for this match, because if you let your guard down, you will lose this match, Lance. Still, good luck though, whether you need it or not, I’ll show you that my skills is a bigger factor than your luck.

Whether you believe it or not, you have pushed me into my best, James. I was shocked that I was able to beat you myself. If I could make it to the final two, I’m pretty sure you’ll be my last opponent that I have to defeat. It’s what we both want, so let’s make it into a reality ok? I’m sure you aren’t blank right now. I’m sure you know what my style is now. I’m sure you are already preparing to counter every moves that I’ll make in this match. Just like you said two weeks ago, if you become the National Elite Champion, then don’t ever feel bad to me. It is my consequences to accept the defeat. I know you can handle the dissapointment as well though. Therefore, I won’t back down from you or everybody else. I’m fighting for my moment now, and I’m ready for it. Let’s entertain this fans with everything we have, shall we?

Time is ticking away slowly for you, POP. This is your first title defence, this could also be your last. You have a hard task to defend your baby, are you really ready to keep it on your shoulders? I know you’re not ready to lose your title yet. You’ll fight as hard as possible to retain your status as The National Elite Champion. I can understand that, everybody hates losing, especially if you lose something precious. I want to take your title away though, so you better show me how much you want to keep it. No need to be ashamed if you lose it though. You have done everything for this company. The best can fall down sometimes. No one is perfect in this world. I’m very motivated to win this match. I’m very motivated to take you down. What you did to me 2 weeks ago is a huge mistake, that makes me even more deteriminated to dethrone you. Just spend your time with that belt as much as possible, because soon enough it will be mine.

I’m sending this message to everybody else: I’m ready for any challenges. I’m going to show you all why I’ll be walking out as the new National Elite Champion.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 4:41 am by **Lars Grier**

VOLTAGE PROMO #3

You ever read Johnny Got His Gun, Jamie?

Written by Dalton Trumbo, published in 1938 in the dawn of the Second World War; it follows a young, bright, and promising man named Joe Bonham. Joe is kind, he’s happy and he’s lived a good life, until he is drafted to fight in World War I. That’s when tragedy strikes, when he happened to be one of those unfortunate souls to step on a landmine. But that - that is only but the beginning of the horrors that are yet to be seen. I can’t mince words, can't lie to you when I say that Joe had been turned into a fucking freak show. When he stepped on that land mine, he did not experience the pain. He simply faded away, his eyes closed as he drifted into an empty space, before eventually waking up...or rather not, I should say. He couldn’t tell if he was awake; his sense of sight, smell, and speech...gone. His arms, his legs….gone. No more. At the press of a button, poor Joe had his life turned upside down, into a literal and personal hell. Gone goes the days of bliss and joy, of pleasure and contentment. Gone, the days of fun in the sun with his beautiful wife, his father and his mother; those concepts have ceased to exist. Any chance to gain some ounce of solace and peace are fleeting imaginations that will never come to the aid of poor Joe, as he lives in a constant state of fear and depravity for the rest of his miserable little life. Lost all sense of anything, unable to know if what he is witnessing is real or not, and having flashbacks and remembrances of a past life, where all was good and merry. But because Joe is a resilient and hardworking man, he still manages to find a way to communicate with a compliant nurse: Using Morse code, he is able to communicate to a nurse who seems to be the only one in the building to give a shit about him by this point, as he asks the officials to be dragged all over the country, put on as a display, a message to tell the world about the horrors of war. The inhumanity, the terror and long-lasting consequences it can bring to the individuals who are forced to suffer the aftermath of the blow. He asks, he begs even, to turn his suffering into others’ enlightenment. Even in his pain and personal torture, hinging on the brink of insanity, Joe still tries to find a way to make his pain something worth. But...they refuse. They do not give Joe the chance to turn himself into an infamous icon for all the world to see, not even that ending. They deny him of the opportunity to be the one to end the spark of war, and now he is left with no other option. No other choice but to end his suffering, end his repugnant and sorrowful life, as a man dying from the inside to his own insanity. After all, what is the point of suffering if you haven’t got shit to show for it? He once again communicates with the doctors and asks them to euthanize him, to end his pain and misery….but even they deny that. Even they refuse to give Joe an ending he so desperately needs. He bangs his head on the pillow desperately, trying to plead and convince them to give in, but they don’t bulge. Not even in his pain, not even in his state of never ending and eternal torment can he obtain the ending he so desperately needs. He wants to die, to end his fucking life, to escape from the horrors and the fire and the flames, but he can’t. He tries and tries, and tries, but he is still left alone to deal with the demons himself. Terrifying, isn’t it? Never has a book, or any form of literature or media for that matter, has dealt with the abominations of war so real, so compelling, and have spoken such truth. In so many stories you encounter in your life, people who come back from war are left disfigured, husks of their former selves, but they always find a way to make it seem like that their loss is what fulfills them, makes them joyful. Veterans and soldiers who have lost their legs or their arms, they smile. They smile, they laugh, and they appear to be in a state of content with their lives. But I know the truth. You know it, and so many others know that while they smile, it is involuntary. They don’t smile because they actually feel the emotion of happiness, but because it is a social norm to act as if you’re having a fine and dandy time even in the face of Armageddon. Inside, deep in their heart, as it beats, they know full and well that they’re suffering. That they’re in pain unlike any other, that’s so unbearable that even if you had the weight of the entire world on your shoulders, you still wouldn’t be able to relate. Joe is the example of what true horror looks like. He is the truth behind the facades, the product from all of the shit and the shitholes in this world. Do you know what it’s like to be like him, Jamie? To be in an everlasting, eternal and internal struggle, as the dilemma of whether or not what you experience is real or fake? Where you can’t see, can’t smell, can’t speak or taste, and you barely have the ability to feel? How do you even know if you’ve woken up from your dream, or your nightmare? How do you know that you’re trapped in a limbo that has planned for you to be trapped within your own body for the rest of our mortal life? I don’t know what that feels like. Nobody else on this roster does, but maybe you do. I wonder, sometimes, if you’re Joe, Jamie. Reminiscing about the past, happier times, when in reality you’re just a man trapped in the confines of his own personal hell and dream. You picture the strawberry fields, and a life where you live and reign forever as the greatest fucking World Heavyweight Champion that ever existed. You envision Great Plains filled with happiness and joy, as you slip along and destroy any demon that attempts to stand up to you, when the truth is that none of it is real, that none of it exists. In the real world, you’re a prisoner in your own body, held back by the shackles of insanity and previous notions, unable to see the bigger picture. If there is one thing that I have learned from being given the chance to speak with you, it’s that you talk shit. A LOT of it. Shit yourself, about me, about Cameron and Xavier and TLA, continuously barraging us with a superiority complex that is absolutely unprecedented in the world of egos. Not only do you talk shit, but everything - and I do mean everything - you say is based on inclinations, notions of the past. Experiences that have happened a long time ago, where you have seen individuals like me who have risen up to challenge the untouchable king, before being sent down the mountain, rolling down like a fucking ball. They then continue; another challenger, another day, a revolving door of people who just continue and continue to come up and battle the king, until eventually that one lucky motherfucker comes and ends the reign,to which then the cycle starts all over again. Trust me, Jamie - if the world has proved anything within the last three years, then I wouldn’t be so quick to think of me as nothing against you. Preconceived beliefs, recollections of the past is what fuels your rhetoric on me, believing that I am still the same man I was all those months ago, the same man who lost against Marx and McAllister as a fool. To believe that I am still the Manifestation of Destruction, something weak or insignificant….is downright fucking retarded. You’re retarded if you believe I stand no chance against you. You’re retarded if you believe I don’t have what it takes to spread my wings, take flight and tear your entire empire and turn it into a pile of shit. You’re retarded if you think I am a hypocrite, that I think to myself as a god or something more than human. You’re downright inept if you think Lars Grier doesn’t have the ability to send Jamie O’Hara tumbling down from his throne. When I look into the mirror, I don’t see DEDEDE. I don’t see Robbie V, I don’t see Brian Daniels. I see me. I see my future. A future in which I have paid my debts, paid my dues, my kingdom is laid out for me and I become what I have always dreamed to be, ever since I ran through the streets of a shithole called Cincinnati, ever since I made a promise to myself, and to my mother, that I would one day become more than me. More than a bottom-feeder, more than a scrapper who looks around in the shit and the filth in cities for food. More than my peers, more than my father, more than just a man barely hanging on the ledge of life, having to skin the cat and barely survive every fucking day. I promised to be more than all of that.

To be a ruler.

A leader, a king who oversees his kingdom and rules it with the harshest fucking iron fist you will ever encounter. A king who has the gold, the championships, the prizes and the glory. I promised myself to be a conqueror, to have the grandest and greatest fucking kingdom you will ever see in your lifetime. After all, isn’t that what all we all want in the end? Isn’t that what we all wish for, deep down in our cold, blackened hearts? We live in a world of society, of civilization and status, and to achieve the highest point on the peak of society will never get old. Humans will never lose that drive, that iron will within themselves to become something more than what they truly are. They will never stop thinking about the prospect of being a ruler of men, sitting atop a golden throne as masses praise them and shower them with glory unlike any other, as will I. I will never stop thinking of you, Jamie; thinking and imagining your god complex finally cut down by someone like me, someone you perceive as weak and insignificant all because my words, the shit I spout from my mouth and my past. Do you want an answer to your question? Do you want to know what I truly feel about motherfuckers like you? The truth….is that I feel both. I feel both envy, I feel both disdain and hatred for people like you. I’m jealous, not for your accomplishments. Not for your accolades, your achievements and your titles. Not for that bullshit - but your state of bliss. This state of happiness, of fulfillment and success that you live in; it’s almost as if you exist in another dimension. Your qualities that make up the perfect, the ideal king; untouchable. Unconquered, unvanquished, undefeated. Your throne was laid on the ground, built from the ground up, brick by brick, and now you have this vast and expansive kingdom that stretches beyond the imagination of anyone alive in this industry today. I envy that belief within you that tells you you’re a diamond, that you’re such a precious little fucker, that you couldn’t POSSIBLY imagine someone else sitting on that throne. Especially someone like me. I hold disdain for your ego, Jamie. I hate your fancy outfits, your houses alongside the riverbank, your family, your connections and your ties to everyone. I hate the tower you stand upon, standing upright and valiant in the face of certain death. I hate the way you throw stones and spit in the face of men who stand in the same position as me, treating us as if we’re nothing more than bags of dirt you can throw around. And I absolutely fucking HATE this idea that you’re….a god. The man, the myth, the legend; a divine and spiritual being who has the power to wipe out everyone in this entire company is he so chose to. If history has taught us anything, it’s that individuals who looked at themselves in the mirror, looked into their soul, and told themselves everyday that they were gods - it’s that they fail. They fail, they fall, their empire burned to ash by some kind of peasant’s revolt or by their own ignorance and sheer idiocy. They produce propaganda that tell the citizens that they rule over that everything is great, everything is fair and just, and that they are gods who should be worshipped by all. So many have come, some still stand today and act as these false gods - and so many have fallen, because either someone had the balls to start a revolution, or because they self-destructed from their own fear. Don’t you feel the same, Jamie? That lingering, everlasting fear in the back of your mind; the idea that Jamie O’Hara could have his ivory tower, his entire kingdom torn down. Behind all the lights, the action, there lies mankind’s essential illness: Always so susceptible to fear. Isn’t it scary to be a champion? To have the entire world gunning for you, your head in their crosshairs as they attempt to find ways to knock your pillar down to the ground. To have someone like me, people who hold individuals like you in the worst possible light, who hate you with a burning passion. My hatred for you isn’t without justification; it isn’t without reason. Nothing I do is without rationale or reason - everything I have done up to this point, after the beginning of The Raven, is carefully planned and calculated. Do you think I’m walking into this match without Road to Redemption in mind; without a backup plan to have another chance to remind you that you’re not a god? I….hate false gods, false demons and monsters, not because I’m jealous of them, but because I was once one of them. Once, I was a hypocrite. I was what I hated, what I now wish could fucking die in a blaze of gore and misery. As the Manifestation of Destruction, I truly and honestly believed that I was the next greatest thing to come into EAW. I believed I was hot shit, I thought I was the single most destructive weapon to have ever been produced by mankind. I rode that high horse all the way to King of Elite, up until Grand Rampage. Even when I was humbled, even when fell to the mat and stared up at the bright lights, I still pushed. I held onto that tiny, minuscule shred of credibility that the Manifestation of Destruction had and tried to push myself to continue with the doomed crusade. It wasn’t perseverance - it was stupidity, for ever believing I could achieve greatness with this piece of shit moniker. I whined, I moaned, I barked like a dog until my voice grow hoarse, and everyone became tired of my shit. That’s when I came to the realization: I needed to change. I needed to become better, to transform into something that held at least some ounce of fucking credibility. But no - you’ve heard this story so many times already, haven’t you? You grow tired of Grier spitting words and phrases he barely knows the meaning of, of him retelling the story of how he became The Raven over and over again. You’ve seen the winds of change breeze through this company every time someone is laid with an injury or are forced to watch from the sidelines, and even you have beeen hit by it. What difference does it make when Lars Grier tells the story? Well, I can tell you in one word - everything. You’ve seen many men like me, who come into this company then start off with a bang, only to die like a whimpering dog. But I am no dog, I am not the past, I am the FUTURE. I take the situation then I adapt to it, so once the dust settles I am the only man who stands tall over the corpses of my opposers. You are under the presumptuous belief that because I shattered and cracked my exterior, I am weak. So weak, right? I’m so fucking weak, I was in the Cash in the Vault Ladder Match at Pain for Pride! I’m so fucking weak, there’s no way I could have defeated the Interwire champion! I’m so fucking weak, there’s no possible way I could be facing the World Heavyweight Champion! Yes Jamie - admitting change is admitting failure. Congratulations on figuring that out, Sherlock! I never would have guessed that in order to improve, you must first break. You see - all this just confirms my belief that your ego, your god complex has took over you. I know I broke. I know I cracked under pressure, that I shattered when the odds were too insurmountable for me. If you had any shred of intelligence you’d know that, but I suppose you’ve forgotten the feeling of failure for so long, you’ve forgotten what evolution means. I broke, but I needed that feeling of powerlessness to be where I am today, to stand in your face and spit at everything you stand for. I’m not weak for having to learn, for having to reflect on the past….if anything, I’m more prepared to wage my personal war against you. A battle between the truth and a self-proclaimed god. A battle that will be brutal, that will be gruelling and violent, but in the end….you will learn that my words speak for myself. They speak for the truth, and they will whisper in your ear once more, telling you that you’re just HUMAN.

You might be once in a century, but it only takes one man to remind you of your false godhood, of the false devil within.

One man to remind you of your humanity.

However….there is one thing that I have learned. There is one important aspect about you, Jamie, that I have been able to uncover. One that will shake you, and the rest of the world to the core, that there is a fine line between “deserving” and “need. For all your talk of victories, of your greatness and how untouchable you are, never did you stop to consider truly what the word “deserved” meant. I mean - do you really deserve that title, Jamie? Do you really deserve your victories, your accomplishments and the accolades that you’ve garnered over the course of your lifetime? Do you truly deserve any of those - or do you just THINK you need them? Do you just believe in your heart that you deserve these objects of status, when in reality you just need it to satisfy that hungry ego? It’s just this fine, thin line between deserving and needy that separates you from ever being someone people will care about, Jamie. I know the truth, I’ve been speaking the truth ever since The Raven was born from the ashes of the Manifestation of Destruction, and the truth is that you aren’t deserving of anything. You don’t deserve shit, O’Hara. You just NEED. For you, success, glory, gold, and victory are much more than just what accompanies you every time you step out to the ring. All of it...it’s a drug for you. It’s a drug that you’re constantly addicted to, that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. Every waking moment of your life, of your day is dominated by the thought of your Championship, your success and the words “Glory Glory.” Because you suffered so much before this New Era, thanks to so many men who have stepped on your throne and considered it as broken, never to be treated seriously. Because you have gone through the heart-wrenching pain of King of Elite, of Xavier Williams, there is a part of you that says: “I’ve suffered so much, I’ve gone through so many trials and tribulations, of course I deserve this title!” But how could you? How could you be so deserving of it, when you were born with a silver spoon given to you? How could you deserve it, if you lived a good life in a good school, passing through high school and college, when there’s people like me who have worked so fucking hard to even place a foot inside this company, to live just ONE day? You never deserved anything...you just think you do, because everyone was against your rise, against your chase towards glory. You think you deserve your title because Xavier Williams was the man who ruined you, every step of the way, costing you chances at everything that mattered, except when you forget that YOU were the one who started that shot with him. You think you should have that title because you need to protect it from people like Cameron and TLA, who in your mind are nothing and should never be able to contend against you, and yet here they stand, the ones who pose the biggest threat to you. Jamie O’Hara, you don’t deserve anything, you never did, EVERYTHING that’s happened to you has been your fault, and to think otherwise is to be a fucking fool. You don’t deserve shit. You never did. You need to have that drug that gives you glory, that makes you what you are, but I will deny you of it.

I will deny you of your glory. Then I will burn you, your ivory tower, your god complex, your empire - everything about you.

To the fucking ground.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 2:41 am by **Black Mamba**

1- 4(c)
“Enter the Chamber of Elimination, Black Mamba!”

vs. Nobi, Lance Hart, Lucas Johnson, Mark Michaels, POP for the National Elite Championship

Never retreat.

It is unfortunate to hear the words of my fellow wrestlers in this matchup. So many believe themselves to be the sole benefactor of Brian Daniels’ generous idea. That idea being the Extreme Elimination Chamber Match, is the main event of the show. There is no need to slap some poster with one person’s mugshot on it. You are going to be the talk of the town, granted we have a rather large order in itself, but i believe it can be done. It shall be done with the most minimalist approach to the situation.

For many in this bout, a small case of uppity is demonstrated, though it would be rude of me to laugh in the faces of those who mock my mannerisms….really, i just can’t flip a fucking coin on this. I lean one way for my actions, i am snubbed as a NEO graduate who supposedly can’t find footing. On the other hand, i am the NEO graduate who has a bite that matches the bark, something that Lance Hart is still figuring out how to do. You delighted me by talking around the same time i was talking earlier in the week. I truly did believe that you were gone. Running somewhere in town with a bottle to nurse your pride from the last Showdown. Did teaming up with Lucas Johnson dull your senses? Did taking instructions from Mark Michaels displace any common sense you might have lost between arriving on last Showdown and now? As Nobi mentioned and i have to agree...you sound like a fanboy of Michael’s. Disgusting.

If you spoke anymore Lance I would consider you a threat. If you spoke up sooner that is. Waiting just because you don’t like being first is still akin to hoping the lunch lady back in school still had some pepperoni pizza slices left over by the time you decided you wanted to eat lunch. Nobody waits on you. Nobody wants to be associated with you with the way you are speaking. Whatever forgone thought of revenge you’re having is going to fuck up your chances of winning. As i said before, its better you don’t show up, better yet, stay within the confines of your pod. It would make you not only fresh, but you can consider if you got called up to the right brand. If you didn’t pay attention to Dynasty or Voltage….they have no place for little punks puffing up their chests, but they play with you til they decide you’re trash.

You’re not getting that option this Showdown Hart. Take it from me, you’re bleeding. Its going to happen before you get pinned. I told Michaels and POP the same. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, thinking a fellow NEO call up was going to be as eager as myself, but instead you trip and delay yourself. You couldn’t possibly garner the momentum to shake me from where i was standing last night without Mark doing the dirty work for most of the match. Maybe you were holding back and thought you could study on short notice. The word “Elitist” is not a word i would attach to my name if it meant being in the same sentence as you. Its overused and should carry more weight.

Just like the words National Elite Champion should mean something, the words “Hall of Famer” should never be spoken. POP, for someone who carries both those distinction, i can’t say since i have arrived on Showdown, you are worthy of the respect and space either of those titles carry. When i think of the latter, i should be practically looking up in awe, reverence, possibly fear, cause i know when i see one, they’re worth taking notes from, worth studying, absorbing anything that would be considered useful in my future battles upwards on the wrestling ladder. Iiterally stepped on you my first week of Showdown. To say i stepped on you is probably the nicest way of showing any respect to you. I really showed respect to the championship, cause it does not belong around your waist. I almost thought of spitting on you, but that would draw more attention from the other...more dignified and worthwhile Hall of Famers that still walk the locker rooms of this company.

To claim that i am beneath you is foolish. Riddle me this POP, how is it on another brand’s FPV..i get mentioned during the destruction of another wrestler? Someone who quite frankly would garner my respect much faster and get their face on a poster before you could possibly claim to be any better than me? What is driving you to the finish line, cause i know short of your disability is what i am seeking. It is clear that you want me to believe that a common job is where i am suited, but even with that job, i know i will rise faster and STAY relevant in my position than you are holding the National Elite Championship after beating Stark under five minutes. Getting stepped on was the start, by the end of this match, i will offer you a handkerchief to wipe the blood and spit as you get carried out.

Lucas….Lucas Johnson. You ramble still. Like a raving, spoiled child, you ramble about being protected? You had fucking lawyers try to cover your ass for weeks. Demanding a championship match like a baby demands to suck on his mother’s breast, you couldn’t BE more protected than any of us competing in this match. You squander your chances Lucas, for that i took note. I hardly see anything with you being in this match, its when you are going to sound like a goddamn man is the problem. Clearly you need Pampers, pacifiers, mom’s special formula blend to drink.

We could discuss how non existent you must feel in this matchup. Not the one on one you wanted, but what choice did you have Lucas? You got Brian to hand you one out of pity. Pure unadulterated pity and a pinch of mockery from the peanut gallery to boot. I would be ashamed to call you a New Breed Champion if your memories keep you anchored. So deeply rooted you are to your past, that everyone will pass you thrice. There is nothing you can complain about at this junction. I will make a wager though Lucas, when i take the championship from POP, how i give you the first shot hm? See if momma’s boy can pull a miracle out of his ass then.

Mark...well. It really is addressed to his fans that call him a social media champion. If you could see me i place quotation marks in the air. You need a new lead to follow. Michaels is not quite ready to slug it out. He doesn’t have the views needed to transcend towards the next level of social media champion. He cannot create the energy needed to survive against five other wrestlers vying for the strap. Even with all of you helping as social justice warriors, none of you could help him elevate his game to that of a proper wrestler. A street fight does nothing for Mark Michaels except say he can bounce off the curb with more grace. That when i slammed his head off the chain links, he will not suffer any blood loss...oh no. Far from it.

When i grabbed ahold of Mark, it will be with the clear intention of putting him through the paces. I wanna see what a man that fled the company to train and then return like he was some forgotten hero can endure. Call it a technician exam. He needs to be evaluated for the fraud he is, the moment i get one drop of blood out of him. I will smear upon his face and focus on that area. Over and over, it will be targeted. I want him to know that he crossed paths with someone who had to understand what it meant walking down the wrong neighborhoods to get to training. But you will cry, that anyone can do that James Ranger. Oh so true, but can your idol actually get through it all? Better yeah...hey Mark...can you man up for a full thirty minutes non stop? Maybe stop looking at how many likes you have and focus on what really matters.

And of course, someone i could say with confidence, brings not the worst out of me, but the best. Nobi, you got some momentum on your side that is truly envious. For what we both seek, the Prince of Pathetic has. You believe as well as i that no less than hundred percent is needed to complete the task. We are fully aware that this match is going to be stellar, eclipsing last week. To dream that we are the final two of this dance would be perfect in reality, for i do not foresee anyone else looking accomplish what we seek to hold in our hands. It is unfortunate that i have to defeat you to become the National Elite Champion. It is a crime that by defeating you i have to lapse you back into that cycle your friends brought you out of.

Fear not Nobi, for in representing our division proudly in the EAW Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber match, i would do so with every intention of emulating what you strived for. I can accomplish that with or without your resistance Nobi. It is a clear cut decision i know you will respond back with, but i feel you can delay til everything is done. To say i want another one on one right now would be childish, but we can make that happen this sunday. Just set the pace and i will duplicate it to perfection.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 12:30 am by **Rex32**

My mind runs amok, yet everything in front of me is quite clear.

These last several months that bridged a gap from the end of last season up to now. The end of last season of which showed me what you will be shown in due time little rookie. It taught me what you need to be taught. It re-introduced me to a reality that you have yet to be introduced to yourself. This is the kind of lesson that can only be proved by what takes place between those ropes. You tasted victory at Pain For Pride, I did not. You gained the first significant win of your entire existence in this company, while I suffered the biggest loss of mine. Your overblown ego blew up some more with that experience, while I gained even further perspective from my experience that's proved to be valuable in each one since. Your triumph, it earned you a contract that allowed you to control your own destiny. It allowed you a brief moment to give yourself a simple Pat on the back, to add another feather to your cap as you so eloquently would put it back then. You easily, and wrongly, assumed it was due to your believed to be rare abilities you possess. Hardly a moment wasted in examining your situation, the circumstances, attitudes. Being the only one left at the end when it was all said and done, it certainly allowed all of your potential to be realized in the course of the near half hour or so that it took to have your hand raised, but it didn’t particularly define everything else that came with such a victory, though of course in the mind of a novice like you, it did. To you, winning was all the validation you needed to justify your position, and audaciously start staking your claims ever more. Now losing for me on the other hand, it allowed me to examine my failure, to look until I found the silver lining from that experience that allowed me to realize what it was that I needed to do to continue moving forward without any regression. When this season started, I sought to prove to the world that I could put Pain For Pride behind me and continue to ascend to greater heights. You love to speak to me in hypotheticals, but as you should know by now, this world we live in, it’s based on results. Limits are hard to set, where exactly is the line drawn between good and bad, right and wrong, rhyme or reason? Is there really a line there at all anymore considering the limits everyone that will be involved in the chamber isn't willing to cross? You question everything nowadays, trying to give it all some meaning and perspective, but it's nothing concrete, no certainty to support that all of your claims will stand up in the end.

Another reason why you will continue to fall from here, and I’ll continue to rise.

They say that narrow-mindedness will only get you as far as nowhere, and once you're there, you're lost forever. They say that It's really hard to deal with a narrow-minded person that has a limited sphere of thinking, what ever you try to tell them, they twist and turn it into falsehood, the truth then gets lost in translation and it eventually ruins everything for them. Sometimes if their fortunate enough while in the midst of being painfully lost, there’s someone that comes along that teaches them lessons that they didn't think they needed to know, or be reminded of---the more history changes, the more it stays the same, and that’s what you don’t seem to get in all of this. You can wish for my demise all you’d like, and it will never ensure anything significant for you as we both move along in our careers. So many, as I’ve said, they’ve always hoped and prayed that they could put that final nail in the coffin that would spell the end of my rise, and they’ve all failed. What have you proven to me, to the world? How many times have I crumbled before? There is no number for plenty, is there? Just the realization that this elitist can indeed be toppled, but yet my forward progress continues. The future continues to be shaped by this elitist no less, despite little to no support. How has this remained so? Do you have any idea? If anyone is wasting precious moments desperately mincing words to try and deny the truth that stares them in the face with each new opportunity that ends up slipping through their grasp, trying to find something tangible to sink their teeth into, it’s you little rookie. The reality is you must fall. Nothing you have been through even remotely compares to anything that anyone that will enter that chamber has been through. The results that I’ve accumulated, with the aid of an outside source, do tell me, Theron. At what point in all of this do you believe that something such as that is supposed to effect my forward progress, and benefit you? You can keep trying to change the narrative to try to tilt the tides in your favor, but all it’s really doing, all you’re really accomplishing is setting the sails on your own journey as you try to keep up. My fate can’t decided by you, nor anyone else. If I fall, fail, meet my demise, I’ve been there before. I found that my forward progress still was intact, discovered gateways in achieving both the New Breed and National Elite Championships in my journey that has brought me here, and a broader perspective of what it will take to climb higher in this company. I’m on a continuous upward trajectory, while you happen to be going in the opposite direction, and as much as you believe that you are prepared for it, you aren’t. The unexpected meeting the unprepared. Not planning for the day you will inevitably be dealing with the overwhelming pressure that comes from constantly having to answer your critics after each failure, forced to defend the body of your own work, things that you’ve already accomplished to try and convince everyone that you belong where you do for a reason, is slowly going to lead to your own undoing. You won’t be able to because the names they placed in front of you that formed the trek you are currently on, it's skewed your overall perspective on what true success is compared to failure, what a real fall from grace actually feels like. You can ignore the signs all you’d like, most would when their egos are sky high, head above the clouds, enjoying that small taste of success as if it were a buffet that provides an endless amount of helpings because that’s all you know. You’ve never had to work this hard for your food until now. You’re looking to rise above everyone else, and if that happens you’re considered an overwhelming overnight success, forever reaping the rewards that comes with achieving success at such a rapid pace. That’s what your shooting for, the cherry that tops off what would be considered one of the greatest first year runs this company has ever known. But there is also a good chance that moment never comes to pass period. It’s all so easy at this point, you are right about that. It’s easy to deny the facts as they are presented even as they stare you straight in the face, floating around in the front of your mind just underneath that weak exterior where all of your biggest flaws and vulnerabilities are kept hidden, and yet only long enough before making them ever more obvious, your desperation very apparent in both your actions and your words. So what happens if you fail, Theron? What do you continue to work for once you realize the only thing you want, the last piece of the puzzle that keeps eluding you becomes further and further out of reach? You have your facts straight, but your perspective of things is clouded with uncertainty of what the future holds for this elitist, just the hopes and wishful thinking that everything happens as you expect it to. You have your facts, but hardly a perspective worth any serious consideration. I have both, and a broad understanding of what they are and why they will come to be. In the end, what you will find out is that history will indeed repeat itself when you turn out to be the next one hit wonder that they all predicted you would be.

Your part in this story fits the reality perfectly.

Your success will prove to be fleeting, Theron. History and facts support that, and you're far from being out of the woods yet of bucking the trend. Basking in the glory that an above average first year has brought you, there’s certainly nothing wrong with that. Everyone has become so accustomed to watching those placed before you fall at your feet, so used to seeing your dominance, and producing anything less for them at this point will soon be viewed as a huge letdown. Unrealistic expectations placed on your shoulders, your past conquests that were handled with ease that got you here is what, anything you do now and going forward, they will measure you by. If you don’t meet those lofty expectations that comes with the territory, for a time you’ll convince yourself that everything is fine, the positives outweigh the negatives. But the voices, loud and boisterous as can be, will still be there if you fail to meet those lofty expectations. They’ll continue to question every failure from here on out. Your peers will continuously do what you’ve attempted to do this week, trying aimlessly to bury everything I’ve done, but with nothing of substance. My success, it’s lasting. It endures because I don’t focus solely on the results that each experience brings, but the experience itself. What it can give me. What it does give me is an overwhelming abundance of intangibles and knowledge that are brought to the table that enables me to blow down your little kingdom made of dust once again, ensuring that where most think and say that they're going to do something, I end up actually doing it. It’s something that’s unequivocally proven to be a source for my success and my longevity. It represents adeptness, strength, and evolution. Many tend to forget, through all that I’ve done to ensure the future continues to take shape all of which brought their scorn unto myself, that my main retort against all the rest that have opposed me. That hasn’t changed, and neither have the results. With shaping the future, forcing change, sacrifices were made. Enter John Doe, an enigmatic character that sought to force change as well, sought diversity from that of the normal Gold-mining, egocentrically, envious individuals like the Heart Break Gal and Devan Dubian. Though you’re not the same, are you? No. You’re actually worse. You’re the typical rags to riches overnight arrogant little wretch that believes you’ve already made it, foolishly believing that you are one of the undisputable best in this business when the reality is you haven’t done anything but add two significant wins to your resume that, until you produce something better, is all that they have come to recognize you for. The reality is that it will be disputed, it will always be until you win the big one, but at this rate your slow fall from grace makes way for my continued inevitable rise. Nobody requested for John Doe's extra set of hands to alter the course of history, certainly not this elitist. Nobody really fully understands what to make of his presence in any matter, only what he carefully chooses to give us, crafting scenarios together as sees fit, and painting a picture for every endeavor he chooses to integrate himself in to that of his own image. He comes from dark depths of the unknown, and leaves battered and bloodied bodies in his wake for his own purpose. He has known what he was going to do from the very moment he appeared at Dia Del Diablo. He knew what he was going to do at Territorial Invasion. He knew what he was going to do a couple of weeks ago when he forced you to take your focus off the task at hand. He's been playing his part in this story, even if the patterns we happen to make are dissimilar. Now should I be punished for taking pride in that? Do I deserve to crumble like you say, Theron? Perhaps I should be, but will I? Will my forward progress just suddenly discontinue as if it had some expiration date to begin with? No, it will not. It's always been Royal flush or no pair, home run or strike out, go big or go home. What this elitist takes from you and the other four inside of that chamber will be something that leaves every one you dejected and helpless, knowing that yet another opportunity got away again, especially you little jester. Your run of success, your little meteoric rise is about to be halted.

The fall you say you’ve been waiting for will be here before you know it.

The karmatic reality that was staring you down all along.

You can be ignorant to it, but you can’t prevent it.

The beginning...of your end.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 12:14 am by **Amadeus**

Well, Keelan Cetinich, I'm now certain that Madison Kaline was not drawn to you by your keen intellect. I mean, you're not at an Anthony Leonhart level of stupidity, but I'm still quite disappointed. I expected better from you.

Such a pity.

I thought such things didn't need to be spelled out for you, but if I must elucidate, then I will educate.

Are you so self-centered to think that because I speak of Madison Kaline and Carlos Rosso that I'm not going to pay you the proper attention when we meet in the ring? My mind is always open to a range of perceptions. I look not at what is only directly in front of me, but beyond, to the sides, to the past. I span multiple times, multiple directions, and multiple possibilities. Do you know what I think you are? Too narrow minded. Focused too much on what is directly ahead of you that you leave yourself open to be blindsided. Carlos Rosso attacked me after my last match. Who's to say that he won't make his presence felt in our match Sunday? I'll have to wrestle with one eye to the outside, a disadvantageous position. Of course, if you are indeed smarter than Anthony Leonhart, you would do well to keep part of your attention to the sidelines. You never know where the other members of Nightmare could be lurking. Maybe they would interfere on my behalf. Maybe they won't. But you would be smart to be alert. I'm always alert, always thinking and observing. It comes as second nature to me. I often ruminate on the past or a different situation. It may not seem connected to the situation at hand for the week, but it is. The past informs the present and becomes the future. Sometimes in the swirling eddies of chaos, the fluttering of a butterfly's wings will be the catalyst for a storm. But you don't see these things because you lack imagination and vision. You may think that I'm not paying you the attention that you think that you deserve, but trust me when I say that I'm taking our match deadly serious.

Let's talk about Madison Kaline for a few moments, shall we? You seem to take umbrage with me mentioning her, but she does serve as an integral link between the two of us. She left the Sanatorium for you. Let me be clear, since you seem to have misunderstood me. I will not deny the agency of my former sister. She is a grown woman. She made a conscious decision to leave us and join you. That final decision was hers alone. It was simply the wrong decision. And her choice has consequences. You shall feel the ramifications of those consequences. We supported our sister. It's not easy to be in the Sanatorium. It sometimes strains our human sides, the small portion in us all that craves a bit of normalcy, that craves something safe and boring. In other words, something like you. But I find it shameful that you cast spurious claims about how we felt about Madison Kaline while she was in the Sanatorium. We have always supported each other, in triumph and in defeat. Madison Kaline was not "nothing" in the Sanatorium. Being in the Sanatorium toughened her, made her more vicious, more adept. It gave her a strong base that she was building towards success. She probably would have won the Empress of Elite tournament this year even if she was still a part of the Sanatorium. That level of success was in her grasp. So don't act like she was a lost little girl until she found your arm. She was a strong woman before she came to the Sanatorium. Then we helped nurture her, make that part of her stronger. She's left us, but she always was strong and always will be capable and deadly, and not simply because she's in a relationship with you. You actually have the gall to take credit for her victory in Empress of Elite? Did I miss the part where you were there, beating down her opponents and holding them down for her to pick the bones? That victory was hers and hers alone. She's more of a warrior than you are, Keelan Cetinich. And you may not realize it yet, but it will come. The normal, healthy relationship ... that's not something that survives long here in EAW. You think that you will be together always. Bound by Fate, is it? Heh. Fate is often filled with cruel twists. But no, you think that you'll be different from the rest. I'm sure Jamie O'Hara and Cameron Ella Ava thought they were much the same. And you too will experience the strife that they did. Except I think that it will be you who ends up with the dagger buried in your chest. She already left one group with whom she had close ties. Who is to say that she won't leave you the same way? You think that I'm 'bitching and moaning' because she left? Hardly. I accept her decision, despite how it disappoints me. But as I said, there are consequences, and it turns out that you're going to be the one that pays for them. Before, I just wanted to hurt you because I knew that it would hurt her. But now? Now I want to hurt you for denigrating who this woman was before she was in a relationship with you. Here I was thinking that love meant accepting someone for their past. I guess you can be selective of the part you love about her?

I'm not here to white knight for Madison Kaline, though. She's a grown woman. She makes her decisions. I bring much of that up more to point out the gaps in your logic, to poke holes in the paper walls that you've built around you with your words, let the light of truth shine in. You're not the kind and supporting significant other that you seem to want to convince me you are. And if that's what Madison Kaline wants, then so be it. Still, it will still feel good to hear you scream for mercy as I twist your joints out of place. I especially dislike arrogant, egocentric bastards like you. I'm going to enjoy knocking you down a peg. You really think that I don't want to be in the Elimination Chamber as much as you? You really think that you want it more than me? A structure designed for chaos and mayhem, with metal and glass to bring to bear against my opponents, and high places to swoop down from? That sounds like my playground. I would fight just as fiercely to be in such a match, even if the pinnacle of this brand was not on the line. Just for the chance to fight among the top tier of this brand in a hellish setting, I would do anything. There is only one thing that I would like more than that, that I desire more than winning this match to get a spot on the chamber floor: to deny you your spot. You see, I know you want to be there. I know that you're riding high on momentum, that you feel like Season 11 is your season. You've battle back from heartbreak and disappointment last season and you feel like you're in the driver's seat now. All you need is that one chance, and you feel like you will make the most of it, and grab all the glory. You want that spot, desire that spot, dream of that spot. And I want to snatch it from you. You think that you're entitled to this match, that you've already won a place in it. I remember that Jon McAdams thought the same of the Interwire title. Harvey Yorke did too. They thought the Interwire title was already theirs and they had to only show up to pick it up. But I proved them both wrong. I denied them both that moment of glory they were certain was their own. And it was sweet, so sweet. Nothing tastes better than the shards of broken dreams. Sunday shall be a wonderful feast as well. You're right. I want to hurt you, a lot. But nothing will hurt you more than denying you a place in the Elimination Chamber. No dreams are safely beyond my reach. You believe that you are invincible, but that false sense of immortality is just a chink in your armor, begging for me to exploit it. You are blinded by your arrogant pride, unable to conceive of a scenario where you will lose, childishly shutting your eyes to the possibility that's staring right at you. Conversely, I fight with my eyes open. I stare the possibility of failure directly and I force it to blink first. Much as I doubt your intellectual prowess, I know you are a driven and dangerous fighter. You have the physical acumen to win this match. I have to be quicker, smarter, and more ruthless. I know I am equal to the task; it's just a matter of execution.

You continue to misconstrue and miscalculate the obvious truths before your very eyes. You think that the victories that you hold over my brethren means that you hold an advantage over me. Am I Solomon Caine? No. Am I Jon McAdams? Hardly. Apocalypse Diemos? Sure you jest. Each of these men is deadly in their own way, potent warriors that your victories over do hold meaning -well, except for your disqualification victory over Apocalypse. I'm honestly embarrassed for you that you tried to claim that as your mastery over Nightmare. Back to the point at hand, all three of these men are strong in their own way, but none of them are ME. You and many others have tried to lump us all together, as if because we are allies that means that we are the same as each other. But if you use your eyes to SEE, and your ears to LISTEN, you will notice that each of us is distinct and individual. You have not dealt with one that has my chaotic speed, my grappling acumen, and my lust for violence all in one package. You look at me and you think of Nightmare, but that is only part of me. I am more than just Nightmare. Similarly, I am the Interwire Champion, but there is more to me that simply this belt of leather and gold. I am the heir to the Baiyushi line and the lethal reflexes that entails, but I am more than that. I am the child of Hell and Heaven, the son of Devil Mai and Angellus, born to walk between dark and light, but still more. I am a man that can breakdance just as easily as he breaks necks, but still that is not all of me. I am the Grinning Demon, the Saint of Chains, and the Radical Dreamer all at once, but I am more still. I am the sum of all of my parts and more!

I AM AMADEUS!

Sweet dreams, Keelan Cetinich.

Re: EAW Promoz! September 30th 2017, 12:05 am by J-Dynasty 2?

You ain’t my mother, you ain’t my family, don’t call me Cassius Clay.

Unless you’re ride or die, Michael ain’t Mike, Christopher is not Chris, that chick working over the counter has a name not known as babe, and the same sure as hell goes for me!

That’s Tiberius IV to you, Heart Break Gal! There is no Tiberius Jones, for you there sure as hell isn’t any “TJ”! In some countries, you and I are not even on a first name basis any longer! You’re lucky I don’t have you calling me Mr. IV. As soon as you decided to cross the line against me, all claims to using any cute names of endearment between friends that indicate closeness and familiarity were revoked, no call backs to names of old, no pet names. The only one I want to hear calling me TJ is Drake, not some raggedy knuckle dragging Neanderthal that doesn’t realize just because she was there to discover fire doesn’t mean she should play with it!

I can tell by the way that you talk, you’ve become a little too accustomed to seeing me as some sort friend in order to take this situation to be as dire for you as it is! This isn’t pretend Heart Break Gal, and there are no beasts like me, this is the end of the food the chain and you like the rest of the contenders are only just that, contenders for a title already belonging to yours truly! If you’re doing something right by qualifying to face me, then by that virtue alone I’m obviously doing much better as the person you have to jump hoops to face for what is mine! Say what you will about your flawless elegance and godly hood, but you can’t shake the reality that you were the head of Hexa-gun, miles ahead of me at the starting point, yet I’ve reached the pinnacle long before you. The way things are going HBG we’re re-enacting the Winter Soldier, I might as well be Steve Rogers on a leisurely stroll, and you’re that nobody sidekick of his who was running only to be passed by in a comedy skit of just how inferior you are to the main figure of the show! But that’s the story of your career HBG, always sidelined right next to the main players. Nothing’s changed, you’ve just gone from being the sidepiece to greats like Y2Impact and The Heart Break Boy, to just another person who reaches for world gold and never gets it. There are many names throughout history that fit roles much like that, Speedy, Carlos Rosso, Eddie Mack, but even among them you’re quite special! They’ve have always envied for apex prizes at a distance, but you the bedwife of world champions? You had to see countless world championships up close, right before your eyes as you woke and went to sleep, as you dusted the cabinets and tucked your little brats to bed. Ha, in fact I bet there have been many nights you’ve strolled right out of bed to see what you covet right there in your own home, within such close reach, and yet knew it wasn’t yours to have!

Tell me my former friend. When your men left the room and happened to have forgotten their world title, did you pick it up to the feel the weight of it or did you just ogle at it much in the same way they use to look at you when you were spry?

Oh, that had to be a tough feeling, a wanting so severe that it would drive anyone mad! Now that I take it from your perspective, I come to understand perhaps how you were driven this crazy.

But unfortunately for you, understanding why a dog’s gone mad, seeing the bite mark that transferred the sickness, does little to change the fact that the bitch must be put down! I know you aren’t pleased by me stopping your insane yapping, bark bark anyone could be put in your position to say what you’ve said Tiberius, bark bark unbeatable Mercenaries until the grand prix was made, but the truth of the matter is people aren’t put in the position of champion and us wining the grand prix only added to our superior credentials over the Mercenaries. Your ridiculous inability to see how Drake & Jones far surpassed The Mercenaries aside for today, I can’t help but think you’re really missing the difference between this week and the last, the fact that this week you’re entering the dragon’s den unwelcomed when you use to have a free pass to roam in it without danger. Let me be very clear with you, I’m a whole different animal when my championship is on the line, I tried to warn you last week so this wouldn’t happen, but I have no friends when comes to keeping what’s mine. I can tell, you don’t have the ice in your veins to fight seriously HBG, to do what needs to be done! Just as you once hanged on the arms of world champions, you now team with Cameron when she’s the only woman on the roster who is closer than you to achieving the record of the first female to obtain a male’s world championship, and soon you’ll be missing the mark that you’re in a kill or be killed situation with the man you still like to call by a name of comradery; past, present, and future you are someone unable to stick the knife into those that you need to remove the most! Like Frankie told Frenchy the dropout, you’ve got the dream but not the drive! Better forget it, you think I’m about to drop my gold to a slob? HBG, this isn’t like the women’s division of old nor the tag team division, the times you were able to reign over dead non- existent competition and call yourself champion are over, mediocrity and half measures don’t slide here! You think you’ve seen snarling beasts, I’ll introduce you to the deep jungle.

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