EAW Promoz!

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Here you can write promos about shows, Elitist, Vixens, matches, debuts, or just do some character development. Please do not spam, or put pointless things that aren't promos and DO NOT CHALLENGE ANYONE and remember, THIS IS ALL FAKE AND STORYLINE so please do not take anything serious. Thank you.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 11:41 pm by **Mstislav**

To Go Even Further

Times change. When you look at the world presented with you in the now you must think of many things. What are you going to do in the now, and what are you going to do down the line. Most people look at their present and use it as a catapult to launch the further, to launch them down the line of greatness. Or sometimes they look at what they can do for the future and make the present their own thing. But you see what I see now and what I see in the future are two massively different things. Because my two worlds are the same. There is the world where I compete, where I lay waste, where I show everyone why I am who I am. And then there is the world where they don’t need to remember, because my name alone bears that weight, my actions alone make people tremble at my feet. And you know what now it’s time for those two to become one. Because I’ve been made a fool of, by someone who’s not even in the same league as me. Thinking about that night, thinking about how I could’ve won without help, without distraction, without anything other than my own strength. Let me tell you it was a feeling that I needed to right. Now Jamie my friend you wronged me by doing what you did and I’ll take that precious title from you as recompense for it. You’ve been a thorn in my side and to be honest I didn’t think you would do something like that just to boost your ego. I expected that to be a strategical advantage but all you did was play a mind game with Chris that wasn’t yours to resume during my match. But I’m not here to talk about you for long, just know I’m coming for you.

Who I am here to talk to just tells me that Australian’s themselves are people who are akin to domestic abuse. We cheered this man, but he didn’t want that. We booed this man and he got what he wanted, but really at what cost. I can’t say much on your actions toward Madison, but what I can say is that your flip flop of a turn was interesting to say the least. I mean it was the oldest trick in the book, but interesting to say the least. But what hurt me the most was the fact that you had to stoop this low. I mean I’ve heard of try-hard but really aligning yourself with those two blokes, I forget their names, but the rip offs of the Jack Ass crew. And then you have Lord Jack Ass himself, Carlos “I hold Grudges longer than I can keep a woman” Rosso, who we already know I’ve proven to be superior to in many ways than one. But you get what I’m getting at right Keelan. Of all the people you could have aligned with you did so with a complex, and an inferior one at that. I mean I get it, I’ve blamed people too, and I’ve done so without malice and exacted revenge as I saw fit, but you know what I’ve never done? I’ve never done it with the people in mind. And while you can comeback at me saying that’s not what you did, I can tell that you are lying my friend. Because a man doesn’t do the most despicable thing he can think of if he knows it’ll piss off people. And you don’t do things on accident Keelan, if there’s one thing I know it’s that. So you wanted disapproval but at a bigger focus than anything ever that it’s like you got approval, approval from the crowd for the disgusting act you had committed. And really that’s some stupid shit if you think about it. You wanted so much to be hated that you did something for disapproval while actually pandering, and in doing so sold your soul. Selling your soul isn’t something new, but doing it because of a pander is down right pathetic. But what can I say. I mean to feel big you decided to take me on with The Boys is what I’m calling them now. Because for one thing, you knew you couldn’t do it by yourself. An exhibition match is too good of a last match for you Keelan, it’s too damn good, but you know what I know you’re not going down without a fight. But that’s the best thing about all of this. The Struggle, the power that the person tries to fight back with, the look on their face when they see that what they were doing was all in vain, and my personal favorite, the look of a daze they have as soon as they realize where they are. I’ve not been able to do that with Chris but he took my knee very well. But you’ll do with the underside of my boot, as I make you lick it clean with a swift kick to the head. Keelan you may feel at home cross chopping your dickless area but it’s not going to do much when you’re on the ground. And then when I’m done with you, Zaibatsu is going down, with The Boys and then I’ll make Carlos regret leaving his retirement home right after.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 11:28 pm by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Iconic Cup Promo #4

"And Another Thing..."

(Cloud is still driving in her car)

Cloud: Just for the record Revy, I AM Asian! And BLACK. I'm Blasian, bitch! Get it right!

Minica: Babe, stop being petty.

Cloud: No! How dare she say I ain't Half-Japanese! I have an authentic kimono at home! I have a goddamn samurai sword! I. Eat. Sushi!

(Cloud grins)

Cloud: Especially Monica's.

Monica: Damn it Stephanie!

Cloud: jajajaja. PS: You're okay with me Revy, but that ass is still mine.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 11:16 pm by **Revy**

Black Dog

(Revy is shown in a bar where a camera is panning in towards her. 8 empty bottles in front of her, Revy has her cheap sunglasses on and is resting on her arm, just staring straight forward. As the Camera finally gets a close up shot of Revy, who hasn’t moved……… still leaning…. Before she tips forwards, and slams her forehead on the bar counter. Revy still isn’t moving after slumping over …. Before slowly pushing her self up from the table and brushing her hair backwards. Revy removes her sunglasses and looks towards the camera, trying to play it cool.)

I wasn’t sleeping or passed out. I was doing some mental training. As a trained professional sniper, there comes a time where before we execute any job, we run multiple simulations in our minds, and not just the probability of success, but the chances or failure as well. You take into account other potential threats that might hinder the job, and in a way, you have to consider all your timing as well as openings. Going through my head, I’ve done all the simulations, and I have come to the unfortunately conclusion that I cannot win this Gauntlet match.

The probability is against me as well as the fact that no one wants me to win, as well as factoring my limitations of my own skills and own ambitions to actually win it. As much as I hate to quote my brother, “you have to want it so badly before you can even earn it.” And quite frankly, I’m not feeling it. After all, it’s never been my thing to aim for championships or anything, or atleast, that itch hasn’t come to fruitions for me. Perhaps I’m a late bloomer for these kind of things. I mean, I’ve always been behind the trends with these kind of things, after all, my family has been wrestling for a decade and I’ve only started no more than a year ago. Everyone in this match seems to have a clear idea of what they want, yet here I am, just still spouting about how I just want to have a good time, drink, and fight. I have never been a part of a cliq, let alone expect to be a part of the Iconic 8, but at the same time, no disrespect to Brody Sparks, I don’t want to be. Simply due to the fact …. I don’t like the people in the group. It’s a gimmick. It’s a set up like a superhero block buster where all these people come together and people want to see it, but the problem with that is. It’s clear who is the Iron-man, the Superman, the Batman, and then we have the Hawkeye, Aquaman, and Ant-man. There is no balance. There is a serious gap between each person in there, and I suppose if you had to break it down. Top tier would be Tarah, Stephanie, and sure, Azumi, why not. Former world title contenders. Then you have Savannah Sunshine, Andrea Valentine, and April Song in the mid-tier, and finally, at the bottom of the barrel, Daisy and myself.

Now I’m pretty modest and honest. I know no one looks at me as someone that will ever blow up in Empire and become the next big thing. But you know what? I’m ok with, no scratch that. More like, I don’t care about that, because that whole cliché of wanting to be the leader is what over-saturates EAW as a whole, which is why little miss Tarah Nova, despite being a former GM, feels the need to have her self in this match and swing a bat like a bad bitch, almost as its some agenda to make up for the fact, she failed as a leader. And this is all some kind of redemption period. And that is the point I’m making. If I’m understanding this correctly. This gauntlet match is split in just that. Half of it seek redemption, and the other half seeks a potential to grow, but yet once again, here I am, perfectly content with where I am, and I’m kind of getting sick of hearing all about how “I must regain my honor by winning this match” as well as “if you can dream it, you can make it.” Gag. Over it. I’m tired of it. Bored with it. In truth, I don’t want this match to end in some kind of a happy ending, but if I had to pick between the two evils, I rather see someone new take their shot. Because do we really want to see Aria Jaxon, and yes, I’m betting on her to retain. Don’t make me lose my booze money, gurl. But do we really want to see Aria kick Clouds, Tarah, and Azumi’s ass again?

For people that don’t understand my mindset in this industry, it’s simple. I’m not just a wrestler, I’m a fan. I appreciate good entertainment. I appreciate sitting on my ass, getting wasted, and yelling obscenities at a screen when some bitch I hate is winning again. I get it. But this is the Iconic Cup Gauntlet we are talking about. Surely, we were prefer a happy ending where one of Brody Spark’s closest friends win, and take this fight to Pain For Pride X, where the champ and they point up to the heavens, and say this is for you, and put on a spectacular 10 star match or whatever! Of course once again, this is but one possibility that I’ve simulated in my head. Call me crazy, but I’ve actually taken a lot of time to think about this match. Not just the match out it’s outcome, but what it would mean going forward. Believe it or not, I do have a personal agenda. It’s not as detailed or extravagant as all the others. It’s actually quite simple to the point it is borderline insulting to each and every single woman in this match. I suppose the big question is, Revy, what would you do if you won the Iconic Cup Gauntlet?

Well, I’d go to Disneyland. Just kidding. I’m not allowed back in there after that Goofy and Pluto incident. But it does intrigue me that you can potentially go for the championship at any time. This is important, because even if I somehow come out of this with my hand’s raised at the end, I can’t beat Aria at the current state I’m in. If anything, no one other than Cloud and Tarah are ready for it, which you would think, the strongest should win. But I really can’t stand the fact that these two, have so much leverage, so much credit to their name, that it’s not hard to see these two in the title picture again, and that this Iconic Cup is just more fluff to add to their name. But the interesting fact that still remains, is that you can compete for the title at anytime, which people would see that as a opportunity to move up. I see that as an opportunity to pick more fights and start shit. After all, what would I do if I won the Iconic Cup Gauntlet? Simple, don’t cash in on the win, and see who gets so frustrated to the point they want to challenge me for it. I didn’t come here to EAW to simply want to fight the best. I want to fight them all, and who knows, perhaps in due time, I might be ready to face for the championship. Or that day may never come. But wouldn’t I be a stinker to just take something as great as this from someone, one way or another? Like sure, even if I don’t win, I’m looking at this in the long run of things. And between every single person involved in this match, there are still 2 individuals that I have yet faced in the ring. Stephanie Matsuda, and Tarah Nova. Why? Because quite frankly, those superficial bitches are so high up there, they aren’t willing to come down to face me in what they probably think would be an easy win. But whether I win, or whether those two in particular lose, I’ll get something out of it. I’ll get something that I want, and with that, I make this statement.

Tarah Nova or Stephanie Matsuda will not win as long as I have something to do with it. I’m going to make it a personal vendetta to make sure they fail. I’m going to make sure when they eat that pin, they are going to look around and only have me to blame. Not even themselves, though I doubt those two are even capable of seeing their own faults, despite having many of them.

Sure, I can go ahead and talk Thrash about everyone. Like how Azumi is going to fail again… and again… and again. To a point, it’s not even funny anymore. Or how April Song is going to expect me to give her a worthy challenge, when in truth, I beat her last time on what was essentially a half effort. I mean, bitch, you lost to me, how fuckin embarrassing?! Or Savannah Sunshine, just know that when you lose, I’m not going to give you the keys to my booze cabinet. And I’m also going to not tell you the combination to your sweets drawer, because god damn it girl, you on a one track path to diabetes. Do you want to lose a fuckin’ foot? It might be adorable to see you hopping on one foot, but I don’t want to deal with the responsibility of being the person that holds your insulin and cookies. Do you really want your life to be dependent on me? Are you a fuckin’ idiot?! Andrea Valentine, no offense, but you were all hype and now I’m wondering why you are even in this match. More so than even me. And Daisy……. Sigh, I’d say you’ll get a D for effort, but ain’t nobody going to stick it in the feminism that is you. Like dead serious, killing boners left and right, you’re basically the shitty dialogue in pornos. Hard to listen to. Hard to swallow, not that you would know how to do that. Take that as a compliment, Daisy, you aren’t capable of being a good slut.

And Cloud, for the love of god, speak English. This is America. Ain’t nobody understanding a damn word coming out of your mouth. I mean, why you trying to talk to people like you’re Dr. Suess. And why would you think I have anything to do with the boys, unless you have some kind of secret that you aren’t telling someone. Perhaps little miss Matsuda isn’t as lesbian as we all think and she wild about them boys. But look, I’m a fan. I like you. I love the work your gang or entourage is doing with Moongoose, I mean, assaulting him whenever possible, and believe it or not, the Boys, a stupid fuckin’ gimmick. That shit will never get over. But you know what? It’s a free country, and if my brother wants to look like the worse hetereosexual trying to convince people he isn’t homosexual, then he needs to take a lesson from Mr. DEDEDE or something. I mean, I’m absolutely, positively sure he is as straight as a bullet trajectory in an area with zero wind current. Just one clear path way. No curves, whats-so-ever. But please, can you drop the act, Cloud? I mean, the Asian trying to act black? What’s next? The Black person trying to act Asian? How frickin stupid is that? And please, don’t make a song over it, whomever is getting the idea to do that.

And Tarah Nova, my self-proclaimed and clearly one-sided rival in this match. As I said, I’m brutally honest with myself. I know you don’t think of me as anything more than a mere stepping stone for your own agenda. Don’t think I’m afraid of you, just because of the things you’ve done, or that time you’ve fucked Sher over, or the men you’ve done and fucked in EAW. Now now, I’m not going to go as far as to say you didn’t earn your Hall of Fame spot. I’m sure you’ve kicked just as much ass as you’ve done kissing them. Ok, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, and say 70-30. You’ve kicked more ass. But since then, you’ve really let yourself go. I mean, the Harley Quinn, thing? What do you think this match is? Suicide Squad? Well, if that’s is the case, call me Fuckin’ Deadshot, but don’t because he sucked to, and talk about how that movie was trash because the only person that mattered or had any significant backstory in that film, was frickin Harley Quinn. Kind of like how once again, you being in the match completely over shadows the new generation of women trying to make a showing, but nope, Tarah just gotta stick her nose in there, because she’s popular and people want her to win. I mean, really? You riding on that popularity just like the thousands and thousands of teenage girls that dressed like her for Halloween and or some nerd fest. Normally, when people doing fads is a sign of them running out of steam. I mean, take Moongoose for example. But in the end, those fads don’t last. At some point, someone does the same thing, and next thing you know, you look just like every other bitch that is past her prime, just nothing more than mere memories of how good things use to be, but the good news, Tarah, you aren’t just that to me, in my eyes. What you are, is just another damn target for me to aim for, and when I say that, I mean, I’m gunning for you, still. Keep looking the other way, because when I get ya, you will never see me coming. And that’s kind of the point. You can either acknowledge me now and meet me face to face, or you can just wait til I screw you over and make you come after me. I’ll make you waste your time with a nobody like myself. I want you to make me understand and justify how big a damn deal you are. Because until you step in the ring with me, you are nothing more than a glorified has been that will keep getting in my way in the future, because you think you can walk over anyone and get what you want. That’s right, I thought, and I thought. I thought of the week after this match, one month, one year, 2, 3 years. And I saw. You would still be there getting in my way, and for that alone, just mere assumptions that Tarah Nova won’t step away on her own, I’m going to either make it clear that you should, a) not cross me when that day comes that I want something, or b) I’ll make you walk away on crutches.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 11:11 pm by **Stephanie Matsuda**

Iconic Cup Promo #3

“Victory Lap”

Brooklyn, NY - Night

(Cloud is driving her Toyota Camry down the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway with the Manhattan skyline in the distance. Monica Vaughan is sitting next to her in the passenger seat, looking at her phone.)

‘Twas the night before Iconic Cup, and these hoes still don’t get the point. They’re behind enemy lines and don’t even understand it. They might know it, but the realization hasn’t set in. For most of the “Iconic Eight”, this is the most important match of their life. For me, this is just another avenue towards my eventual goal of becoming Queen of Empire. For the woman next to me, it’s a chance to honor her sister’s legacy. And for one woman, this is her opportunity to screw me and get that legendary excellent match she always wanted with a particular women’s champion.

Nobody wants Aria Jaxon vs. Tarah Nova. They think they do, but only because this business convinced them. Every time they hear a combination of the names Aria, Tarah, Cameron, or HBG their ears perk up like puppies, trained to bark on command. “HBG vs Aria!? Time to hit the interwebs!” Meanwhile, you have the likes of Azumi Goto and Zakkii who spent the latter part of last year being forced down everyone’s throat as this psychotic lesbian couple (rolls eyes). Sure they’re a little gay and a little crazy, but they’re more than that. What I'm about to say might sound weird based on my previous rap marathon, but I light a fire under everyone’s ass because I want them to be better than the day before. To do that, I have to run this shit. I have to show Empire just how real it can get. Aria’s not going to do it - after whoever takes her title, I wouldn’t put it past Showdown or Voltage to pick her up. Chelsea has her self interest, Zakki’s push to reset button to her career, and Tarah…

(Cloud goes silent for a moment)

Tarah doesn’t give a damn about anyone but herself.

(Cloud’s eyes narrows as she focuses on the road)

Don’t believe me? Who was responsible for most of the selection of Aria’s opponents? Who put hard-working talent down during her weekly ‘Empire Addresses?’ Who figuratively and literally buried the woman formerly known as Haruna Sakazaki? It was Tarah and her constant need to stay relevant. That’s been the story of her life ever since Madison Kaline took the Vixen’s Championship from her. You’re right - this isn’t a game. These aren’t the glory days where the top three can keekee their way in the hearts of millions while the rest of the Vixens linger in the background like Ryan Adam’s side hoes.

I’d rather die than be your side bitch, Tarah Nova. I’d rather slit my freaking wrist and DROP to the goddamn floor before I like someone like you exist with the idea that you’re better than me. Same goes for Claudia, Aria, and Cam. I’d rather slit my own throat than to lay around and let you all walk over me. Fuck that, and fuck them.

And. Fuck. You. Too. Tarah.

You’re annoyed that I can rap and wrestle? Well, unlike your poser punk ass, I can play an instrument. I know my way around a studio. The Chairman goes on for days about how he wants us, Elitists, to be multi-talented for marketing purposes. Well, here the hell I am! You talk about being a leader, but there wasn’t anybody around for you to lead. Aria surpassed you and made her destiny; For a good six months NOBODY could touch Cailin Dillon; From spring to summer ‘16 I was beating legends like Cleopatra, Kendra Shamez - (gasp) and Tarah Nova! Whatever narrative you created for yourself is null and void; the peak of your career has long past, but yet you’re so adamant about people remembering who you are. OF COURSE, WE REMEMBER YOU TARAH JAY NOVA! You can’t let a moment slip by without reminding us that you’re the Vixen Killer.

Well, I’m no Vixen. I’m a grown-ass woman who already beat your ass twice. If you think you can throw hands on me then bet your career on it - wait, that didn’t turn out so well for you last time, did it? In fact, ever since I’ve been in EAW all I remember is people beating the living hell out of you. From Maddie to Sanatorium, to Xavier Williams, to anybody else you claim is on your list - oh yeah me too. I’m beginning to think that your list isn’t about vengeance, but some sick masochist checklist. Listen, Casper, I might be a little freaky, but that’s too rich for my blood. I’m currently doing victory laps around you, and you can’t even see it. Go ahead - rely on your one-liners and kicking the ass of women who are not as good as you. But when a real bitch gets in that ring with you, Ms. Novacaine doesn't have shit to say. Even Aria herself dreads the day we reunite in the ring. Speaking of which, the two of you almost made a mess of this brand and all I wanted to do was help guide it in the right direction. The Gawd can wish for me to win or not; I don’t give a damn. What I give a damn about is keeping you from getting your sticky fingers on OUR Cup.

(Cloud points at Monica and herself)

I’m not naive. I know you’re one of the fiercest bitches out there. But have you ever sat around and thought about why you lost to me? It’s the same reason you lost your job to Sheridan - you’re too god damn arrogant. You think everything is going to fall into place if you wish hard enough. This isn't Disney bitch - well, if it was, think of this as a Black Panther Marvel flick. Know who I am? Guess.

It’s not T’Challa. (winks)

So before I stop talking to your Pasty K. Ross ass, I want to sum up on how we got here. We’re at odds - and always will be - because you got jealous. You saw how close I was becoming with your friends when we started Formation. I rained on your parade because The Sirens was supposed to be a thing after The Vixens Cup. I took that from you, and instead of talking to me about it like a grown ass woman, you went behind my back in an attempt to turn everyone against me. A year and a half later I was looking forward to burying the hatchet! There was a moment where I thought we would be good! But nah, because business - once again - came first!

And for the record, I’ll beat both you and Nassy’s ass at the same time. Tell Starr to book it.

So to sum it up for you, TARAH: (mocking Tarah's voice) I’m not going to let you snake my way into the title scene. After all the hiding and bullshit I have haven’t done, I don’t deserve it and deep down you know I’m right. I’ve been right all along, but of course, YOU won’t listen to me. Frankly, I’m not shocked, to say the least, but no matter, I’ll still here to prove you wrong in that ring when we meet off.” And even if I prove you wrong this week, I know our two-way dance is far from over. I’d be a fool like you if I genuinely thought it was. I mean, am I okay with beating your ass over and over again? Eh personally, its practice for me for when others get in my way. See, that's all you are, Cloud Tarah. Just practice for bigger and better people. Remember that-

(Cloud pauses)

Wait. It doesn’t get any bigger and better than me. Not in this city. I’m the Queen of New York; I run this set. How dare you come into my town and think you can come at me with that a-ra shit. Kick rocks bitch. Hey Moni, is there anyone else I need to go hard at?

Monica: Andrea says you’re not cut out for comedy.

So, in other words, Aria Valentine had nothing to say at all? Okay, cool. Anyone else?

Monica: Just another Azumi rant about her being the Ace of...whatever it is she thinks she’s the Ace of.

She’s the Ace of Deez Nuts if anything.

Monica: But you’re a wo-

Ace of Deez Nutz, it still stands.

So I guess there it is. Seven women enter, one War Queen leaves Brooklyn with Brody Sparks’ legacy.

(There’s a long pause as the camera fades. A moment later, the camera comes back on with Cloud’s face glaring at it.)

No, wait I’m not finished. I have one more thing to say to Tarah. You know, there was a moment where I did trust you. There was a moment in time where I felt terrible about all the shit I did. There was a brief period where I thought maybe, just maybe I was in the wrong. All I wanted was my best friend back. All you two wanted was to shove your careers down people’s. For that, I’m taking away your shot at the title, and the belt itself from Aria. I’m no longer concerned with being the bad guy. Just another icon about to make their victory lap. Know it. Understand it.

Believe it.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 10:17 pm by **Andrea Valentine**

"I know a lot of people thought I was meant to be outmatched against Stephanie, that she'd end things practically right out the gate before they even really got going but that didn't happen. I know even more people had to look at the card where they saw Aria Jaxon versus Andrea Valentine and thought the same thing given Aria's record, the kind of competitor that she is, and that she wouldn't really have a problem against me. But that didn't happen. Inside the ring with the Women's Champion, just when it seemed that Aria was in control I proved to be two steps ahead even before Chelsea showed her face. I was doing that on my own because I knew what I'd have to go in there and do to get the job done - and you can laugh all you'd like, April, but just like everyone else who's gonna have so much to say about it, you're just as predictable. I already know everyone's gonna simply focus on those final three seconds because it makes them feel so much more secure when thinking about getting in the ring with me. Glossing over the fact that the fight I brought against the Women's Champion was able to bring her down in the first place is gonna be what so many of you do because it's so much more comfortable for you all to do than having to sit back and acknowledge that I'd be pushing you and everyone else to their limits just the same. I knew as soon as the words left my mouth, that as soon as I was wishing you and everyone else luck at the press conference, a couple of you were gonna take that as me being naive; it's so much easier to not take me seriously because having to stop and think that: 'yeah, Andrea is someone to watch out for' means having to see me as more than what you'd prefer. I don't have a number of championship reigns to my name like some of you, I don't have the same amount of years put into this that some of you might either - but I'll show when against me that, while all those things are impressive in their own right, none of it prevented me from being the only one who'd be left standing. "The chances seem somewhat unlikely considering your skill," is what you said but I've shown in the past that immersing oneself in the idea of comparing experience isn't always what someone should go ahead and wrap themselves up in, because against me you're finding yourself fighting against wave after wave of unyielding determination, because just when you think you've got it made I'm pulling you under and suddenly there's this realization that you might not be getting back up when you need to the most.

"But I know submission moves x, y, and z on top of being a former Specialists Champion; you don't have the achievements to show you can beat me!" ...Okay? ...And? I'm not saying that those aren't impressive, but I've already gone toe-to-toe in the ring with two women who are without a doubt gonna find themselves set for the Hall of Fame one day and showed why I'm not someone you or anyone else is gonna wanna look past so easily, so do you think I'm supposed to be intimidated? That I'm supposed to be scared and shaking in my boots?! Because what's coming back to mind for me suddenly is how I remember what had been the freshest of faces in Rachelle Savetta not being "qualified" on paper to beat you either earlier in the year... but she sure as hell did. Did your résumé mean shit then at that moment, April? I don't bring that up to say you think of yourself as invincible though - you know you're not, I know you're not, and so does everyone else in this match; it's just in your head that I'm not "qualified" enough to beat you or to win this. I guess I'm supposed to be sitting here because your résumé alone is far more extensive than mine, wondering: 'Oh... oh God, what the hell am I gonna do when I get in the ring with April freakin' Song?!' ...Why, I'm gonna make sure that I win, of course. I don't have the accolades I guess I would've apparently needed in order to have someone like Stephanie on her toes the way that I did, but that's what happened. I don't have the illustrious career accomplishments to match up with Aria on paper, but in the ring is where I showed it didn't matter. In the time I've been back, I showed I'm not running and I'm not hiding - cite me saying what I said at the press conference about nearly blowing this return of mine to assure yourself if it makes you feel any better, but my November hiatus was for a reason that I thought would be obvious; I didn't think it'd be such a hard concept to grasp, but I don't owe anymore of explanation than that because I'm not gonna get into it. Like I said, I'm not interested in making this about anyone else - not about Brody, and not about avenging Aria because you managed to only one-up her in a blindside attack. As nice as being deemed "iconic" sounds, it's something that I'm not getting caught up in or blinded by because that comes second to winning this Cup. I'm doing this for me because the only one I owe it to first and foremost is myself; I picked myself up, I got myself up off the ground and I got myself back here. That's why when it came down to it, I knew I was coming back, I was always coming back and I'll be ready to stand face-to-face with you and whoever else, and I'll be right there ready to take each and every one of you down. But go right on ahead, get comfortable, think I won't be a challenge, because if it's not someone else who eliminates you and it's me who gets the luxury of doing so, the look on your face when it dawns on you what the hell just happened is gonna make winning that much more worth it! But don't get it twisted, I never said that just because I could beat Aria it'd mean that I'd easily beat you. Simplifying this down to something like that would be extremely careless and just as much irrational; doing that won't be a mistake I make because for as much I don't like this attitude of yours - not that you care - I can still respect what you're capable of doing in the ring. But when it'll have come down to it, it just won't have been enough. So, you're gonna have to keep doing what you're doing, that being you finding a new solution and forging a new way because come the Iconic Cup, you're gonna be taking the beaten road seven others will while I take the one less traveled - and that's the guaranteed road to a championship match that comes with winning this."

"Azumi, I'm not sure what's so "weird" about me referencing your shortcomings when if it wasn't me who'd do it, it'd be April, and if it wasn't gonna be April then it'd be Tarah and Stephanie - so on and so forth, which they did. I knew everyone here would jump at how I was suddenly gone from Empire when I first showed up and then returned, I knew it'd be brought up this week also, but do you see me weighing in on how "weird" that's a go-to topic? No. But just like yourself, I haven't allowed any of that to be what makes me question myself in this; I'm better than that, stronger than that. But besides all that, all I said was that I just know that if I can pin you, Azumi, or at least what had been the version of you who thought you were just so much better than everyone else at the time because Hitler reincarnated was in your ear saying you could have whatever you wanted as long as you helped her beat Tarah, I could do it again - no tag partner needed, no need for someone else's involvement, because you aren't the only one who's constantly aiming to get better. Why you'd make the assumption that I'm just sitting back and resting easy thinking of you, is beyond me because that's not how I'm going into this. Am I confident? Yes. Dumb enough to walk into the Iconic Cup and assume all of you won't be giving it your all, or that any of you are gonna make this an average walk in the park? Hell no. A lot of you are making the assumption that I'm still naive, that I'm the same wide-eyed girl who first showed up here almost a year ago and originally was just oh-so-thrilled with the fact that I was just here - but I've seen enough already, I've been through enough myself to know it takes more than that. That's why I know entertaining the idea of complacency would get me nowhere, and to think I could be complacent against the women of this match? If that were the case, I'd have no business being here because to me that's giving up, and that's not something I'm about to do. That's why there won't be a need for excuses from me, something I've never resorted to doing in any case, and suggesting I'm even considering that route makes it sound like I've got some sort of plan in place for how to downplay a loss I'm determined and skilled enough to not have to take as it already is. I'd tell you not to focus on "marketable looks", not to think of me as naive like I'm expecting everyone to pat each other on the back when it's all said and done or for you, Stephanie, and Tarah to grab hands, dance around a campfire and sing Kumbaya - but you've already gone and made your bed, I'll just ensure your lights get knocked out long enough for you to have to sleep in it."

""Miss Brazzers"? "Worse than Amy Schumer's Mrs. Potato Head-looking ass"? Y'know what, Steph? You aren't cut out for the whole comedy thing after all. If you thought it was some sort of calling, your ass should've hung up the phone because if that's what Monica has to also deal with? Poor thing. But thankfully, your wrestling is far better than all that and that's what's important. All jokes and your cute remixes of songs aside, would you care to point out to me where anywhere this week I specifically said that I was especially proud of how I won? That I was "gloating" about the way I won over you? Just like with April, you'd just prefer to look at the ending because going into another match with me thinking you won't be breaking too much of a sweat is so much easier than having to consider that I could be the one who beats you. It's far easier for you to have sit back, imagining that you've got a date with destiny but I'm about to flip the table and cancel those plans at all costs. Monica's gonna be free for a consolation dinner for two though, I'm sure, and you can sit there stone-faced behind a pair of black shades wondering where it all went wrong for you."

"Lucky for you though? You won't have to spend too much time trying to wrap your mind around it because I've got the answer: Valentine. See, we might be in March, but it's still gonna be my day! If there was ever a more opportune time for me claim a victory, a more significant event to overcome odds like this? It's at the Iconic Cup, and I'll take this win from you, I'll take it from everyone - it's my time and this rising star, come the end of the night, is set to shine the brightest."

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 10:13 pm by **Ahren Fournier**

Why am I still here... Well I could say that it's just for a paycheck. I could say that every time I step into EAW headquarters, it's just for my check, and that's it, utterly emotionless to it all. But that would be inaccurate. Yes I know what a shock oh my god, Ahren cares? I do. But not for the same reason that the rest of you people care. I don't care about the "glory" about being a wrestler, about the prestige. All I care about is simply making a mockery of this business from the inside. That's always been my goal, and it's never changed. With the likes of Moongoose McQueen running around here claiming to be a champion in a tough man's business, this shit doesn't deserve any adulation. You want to fix the problem in EAW DDD? Get rid of the jokes like that. The guys that give absolute no reason to take wrestling seriously. You yourself just held the Interwire Championship, and to most, you were a solid person to give legitimacy to the title. A 40 year old being touted as someone giving legitimacy.. Ok. But it really didn't last long, because not too long after you just let it go. Then when you did let it go, it got shit on; sliding all the way to the bottom.. See I care, I care about completing my mission proving that this place isn't worth shit. Although a part of me does want to help the situation out.

Why do I continue to be here? Simply because you people still exist. You are a black mark on the history books of actual fighting. Back in the days of the Romans, men, real men fought against lions, against other gladiators to the death. That was the golden age of fighting because then you'd have nobody that could dispute the fact that they were the better man. The other guy died, how could they dispute it? But now? Look at this place. You want me to stand idly by while the likes of you, and everyone under the EAW banner prance around claiming this is the be all end all of fighting? Do you know what goes on under your umbrella? The most ridiculous shit. People spraying mustard in peoples eyes, stupid bitches climbing ladders in battle royals, fucking battle royals. What kind of a stupid premise is that by the way? Throwing someone over the top rope to get them away from you shows what exactly? You know how you can actually show that you're tougher, and better? Kick his ass. That's all I'm trying to show here. The comical aspects of this business that makes every other genre of fighting, and competition look bad. I mean just look at the statistics, MMA is the most popular type of fighting program; whereas the theatrics of wrestling is on a downslide. So by being here what do I accomplish? Proving my worth against minuscule opponents, thats what. I'm belittling this sub genre and enjoying the fact I get to dash everyones hopes and dreams while taking over at the same time. But like I said maybe I have alternative motives in mind. Once I get to the top I really haven't decided what to do with the power I inherit. Maybe I continue my reign of dominance and try to get other legit people into this place and change the whole game forever. A land of MMA where the skits and bits are a long lost memory. Wrestling is just a soap opera for male virgins, that's it. That's your main cliental, and I'd beg you to find me an alternative truth to that.

You said it yourself though, this business changes all the time. So I would think that you'd probably embrace the change, because it is inevitable. But no, here you are trying to grasp at an archaic concept thinking that this is the end all be all for what you built. But the wrestling of old will become so archaic that nobody will even care that it's even around anymore, forcing you to change with the times. Don't worry DDD I will be your flag bearer, the guy to lead this company in the new direction. You will see profit that you never once thought was possible, and you'll thank me. You'll thank me that this ex MMA fighter, this ex model had the foresight to see what changes were necessary to keep this business afloat. Then ultimately I will gain control of your position in this company, and I will forever make it into my vision without anyone else trying to throw their ingredients into my genius stew. Sure some people may still grasp to the idea that wrestling is still hip and cool, but like you said if you ask the guy next to him what he thinks he may have 110% different opinion than him. The only problem with that is the general thought of the world is that wrestling isn't what it used to be. Nobody cares about the over the top drama, they want the action, and the action has been overtaken by acts. They want something new, something real! Do you understand that concept? Look at what gets fucking ratings now, the reality drama. They don't believe in someone named Moongoose McQueen, who can relate to that? No one cares about something they can't connect with. You think that this business is doing ok? Just see what it can be once I take over. Right now there's a disconnect with the people, and you need someone like me to take over. You may not see it, you may not agree with it, but it's the truth. I'm one of the doubters, the non believers, and there's more of me out there than the people that believe in the good guy prevailing. I can help you a lot more than you may think, because the old ways of EAW, and wrestling, are dead.

But you're right, the business can't be defined right now. IT IS UNIDENTIFIABLE. You act as if that's something to be proud of. Say that it's what you make it, but I call it directionless, and without vision. Let's be real here, too much of something different isn't a good thing. Think of it this way, if someone cares about one thing, and then everything else is different, they're not sticking around. If they can't connect with the majority of the roster, what are they staying around for? People often blame professional sports teams terrible seasons on directionless leadership. Well that's what I just heard out of your mouth. You don't know what the wrestling business actually is, because it's become so full of fluff there is no substance. There is no cohesiveness, one person says one thing, and then the person next to him says something completely different, and what is the fan supposed to believe? And it speaks volumes about who you are as a person, as a supposed FUCKING LEADER of this garbage industry, that you have the audacity to insinuate that one of your employees should kill themselves. That right there, is a lawsuit. You can't handle someone challenging you with something that you don't agree with, so you tell them they should contemplate killing themselves. Be a star. You're supposed to be someone that everyone holds in the highest regards, but I don't respect a child wearing his fathers suit. An immature little bitch that can't come to terms with the fact his business if failing, and his career isn't what it used to be. And don't tell me that its not, because otherwise why the fuck are you here? You said that the younger guys can't cut it so you came here to thin out the heard. Well maybe you don't actually understand what's happening. It's not the younger guys that can't cut it; it's the audience that has simply lost interest in a dated concept. They don't want superheroes playing dress up anymore, they want the real shit; and I'm the only one that can give it to them. I'm the hero that everyone deserves.

Then you tell me to go to harlem and find the most diesel looking black dude.. Yeah? Why would I have to do that? I directed the line at your pussy ass. Why do I have to go to Harlem for that line to matter? What, you can't do anything about it? Why would Harlem care if I insulted your profession? I'm saying it to you, and what are you going to do? Nothing? Tell me to visit another poverty enlaced area that have more problems other than whether wrestling should be considered legit or not? Wow, you're so unfit to run this company it's appalling. You're just immature, and unprofessional, which isn't a huge shock honestly. I would expect a middle aged man that runs a children's show to be someone that never grew up. Hmm, are you Michael Jackson? Do you just want to live in neverland ranch and just never grow up? Because if so, it seems like mission complete. Grow. The. Fuck. Up..

Your own immaturity is the reason why people leave. It's the reason why people don't see you as someone legitimately able to run the ship smoothly. How many bosses do you see challenge their employees to a fight, because they don't think they're doing their job? Fucking none. A normal boss would tell them that they're not doing well, and to turn it around or they'll be seeking a new job in the future. But nope, not in wrestling.. "I DONT LIKE WHAT YOU'RE DOING IN MY COMPANY... SO IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!" Man shut your old ass up motherfucker. You tried to kick my ass, and give me my lesson, and you failed. You wound up bloodied, you wound up pinned to the mat. You failed. I think it's time you come to terms with your failures, and move on to something more your speed. What that is, I don't know, because it's clear to me that you can't cut it in normal every day corporate America.

But hey I understand that you're from Bridgeport, and that explains a lot. Bridgeport is one of the shittiest places that someone can live, so with all that shit humanity in one place, I get that it's hard to grow out of it. There's a reason why Family Guy took shots at it, it fucking sucks. I understand that you may have had nothing growing up, and the one channel you had that worked always had wrestling on. That was your escape, and as a child you grew up wanting to do what you grew up loving. That's all fine and dandy, and I have a tear in my eye about it, but guess what? It's not normal to still enjoy now what you did as a child. I get it Michael, you want to stay a little boy forever, but that's not realistic.

With people like La Diva, El Landerson, and yes even Moongoose McQueen running around here, how can you can call me the disgrace? I'm the one that laid you out, I'm the one that beat you. I don't know how I can be a disgrace when this entire business is a disgrace. And I know, I know, you'll tell me if you hate it so much why don't you just get out. Well 1, you still pay me handsomely. 2, I want to change this place into my vision. I want to make this place into something that can actually turn a profit, and doesn't have a lunatic boss come rushing out any time things go bad. I mean let's be honest, the fact that you were able to come out of nowhere, win the Interwire title after an absence, and just drop it without having anyone beat you sets this place back. The vision of what EAW should be takes a hit when you can't let your own ego step aside. I understand that the options for the new Interwire Champion on Voltage was less than desirable. What with, Chris Elite, Jon McAdams, Harvey Yorke, and Oni being the main 4 people vying for it. Like I get you didn't think anyone was worthy of getting in the ring to try and take it from you, and you'd just be wasting your time, but that's the point. You hired these people, they're not getting the job done, and you take it upon yourself to embarrass them. Maybe you'll start seeing it my way. You'll start seeing that there's something more to it than just having a good performance for the crowd. That people aren't into the old ways of doing things. They want people they can look at and say yeah, that guy can kick my ass in real life; because otherwise what is the point of this? We should be larger than life, everyone should fear us, but most of the people around here couldn't strike fear into a pussy cat. And manipulating fear due to wearing too much guyliner doesn't really do it anymore. The whole smoke and mirrors ploy doesn't really work anymore. That's why the Sanitorium doesn't exist anymore, because people were sick of that bullshit. They weren't scary, the whole thing sucked, and none of them belonged in the ring; not a tough guy in the bunch. I mean Maero? This guy was supposed to be the epitome of Hardcore... Yup, he never beat me, and i beat him in 5 seconds.. AS THE TRILL FAIRY.. That is the effort put out by these people that are supposed to make peoples perceptions that they couldn't, and wouldn't last 10 seconds in the ring against someone in this business.

But be that as it may, I'm helping you. Whether you see it now, or not, I am. There won't be any count outs, there won't be any pussies, it'll just be a world of actual talent battling it out. Cut the theatrics, and get down to the nitty gritty. I guess you're pissed off about the whole me kicking your ass, and beating you thing, and that's why this match is happening. I get that you're embarrassed, and everything that I've said I proved. I understand you need your win back so that you don't look so utterly pathetic to the fans, and the boys. But understand neither one of the things that happened were flukes. I'm legit, you're not, and I'm going to beat you again. I won't have any big pay off from it, and I understand that. But I will have the satisfaction that I shut your bitch ass up, and showed how little "accomplishments" in this company matter.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 9:40 pm by **hbg**

DI CONSENTES' success shines upon you all. The wrath of the Goddesses in their powerful and divine presence have caused one earthquake after another, they individually and collectively decimated these so-called competition that only dream of becoming even a part of who they are. And instead of celebrating their glory, bowing down to their presence and rejoicing over the historic moments and the work they have done to ensure their names are never forgotten by generations to come, you make a vital mistake of questioning their strength.

Ah, you must be new here.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am The Heart Break Gal.

The Consigliere. The reigning EAW World Champion. One half of the Unified Tag Team Champions in her second reign. EAW Hall of Famer. Female Elitist of the Decade. The former four-time Vixens Champion.

I COULD make the list longer as how you would introduce that Targaryen whore from Game of Thrones, but I opt not to incase you halfwits with a name like The Dragon Slayers start to make pitiful comparisons incase the world sees your lack of comprehension and inability to keep up upon realizing the trap you set yourselves in when you decided it was a good idea to challenge us early in our reign where Di Consentes is at the peak of proving their domination as a tag team and they continue the hunt for their next prey. I live and breathe gold and accomplishments in the years I have been in this industry, and breaking you takes just about as much effort as cracking a chicken egg open. That's just the way it is. I don't need to make a spectacle of the small things I intend to do, my history tells the story for me. I have inflicted more pain than I have suffered, and that's why my name is feared. Those who speak so lightly about my capabilities are those who have not the slightest idea of what I could do to an opponent, and a reflection of that is more apparent in your ignorance with every distasteful word you utter against Di Consentes. And believe me, I have dealt with a handful versions of you -- those who seek to defeat me for they wanted to make a name of themselves at my expense, and for that I don't blame you. You are new. You are fresh faces. You want to elevate the status of the Dragon Slayers, and what better way to do it than to win the Unified Tag Team Championships in the infancy of your careers? But you are forgetting the important fact that you are not facing The High Rollerz who suffer in defeat when they are not facing those in the level of their sorry skill set, you are facing Di Consentes, two women who have faced mightier beasts than you can ever hope to be, and the fact that you speak so lightly of it just goes to show how little you know. You are not dealing with dragons. You are at the face of the Gods. We are perfection, and no one can touch us. You have to anticipate every move we make in the ring and work with what little you could in your limited capabilities. You have to deal with the fact that Di Consentes is in perfect sync, that Di Consentes strategize their next steps to not only win, but also to destroy their opponents into a humiliating defeat, and never will your blind threats make us shake in fear.

Don't pretend to know what the Unified Tag Team Championships mean as you look at its history, you only know the names of those who have worn the same belt, but not what they did to keep it in their grasp. Not all glitters is gold, Shaw, you are not just coming into a match to hang on to that small thread of possibility that you will win, you will be forced to face reality that you just walked in a cage with two of the greatest elitists in this industry. Cameron Ella Ava and I, we each carry two belts for a reason. It's not because we thought it was a good idea to constantly fight in two matches in every big event, but because we believe in our capabilities enough to know that we can succeed at it. You don't have the same belief in yourselves because the only thing you know is to work as a team. Di Consentes has proven their excellence in their individual pursuits and as a unit. Things like Ladder matches, Table matches and Steel Cage matches already drive you into insanity from how excited you talk about it, and I will always find that amusing but to Di Consentes, no matter the stipulation, we fight fiercely and ensure that gold stays with us by all means necessary. Di Consentes is a name to last forever, while two goons can take your place and do a much better job than this verbal mess that you spew our way. You don't mean anything to this company, Dragon Slayers, and you don't mean anything to us. You are just another opponent who stupidly, willingly threw themselves into a dark pit hoping to find gold, only to be surprised by the scent of their own blood. Do you honestly think that we consider this "WAR"? Bitch, this is barely a wrestling match we'd remember a week later considering who we're facing and how easily we'd defeat them. Reckless Wiring is the night you challenged the monsters, the night you got mauled and wounded, and eviscerated to no return, while for Di Consentes, it's a night of victory, a night of proving their incomparable greatness even in other territories... the night of their absolute reign as they leave their opponents damaged and broken, ensuring that "The Dragon Slayers" go on with their careers living in fear of the Goddesses' wrath.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 9:38 pm by **The Dragon Slayers**

RECKLESS WIRING (PART 2)

“LADDERS… CAGES… OR GLASS TABLES…
ONLY ONE HAS BEEN CHOSEN!”

[Days after the Poll]

“One of these items will be the item that ends your reign as Unified Tag Team Champions, Di Consentes… ONE of these THREE items will be the main reason… the Dragon’s BURN Di Consentes as the Unified Tag Team Champions… ONE OF THESE THREE items WILL BE YOUR FALL!”

As the camera comes into focus, Michael Shaw and Sam Steele are seen standing on the top of two ladders, looking down into the camera, Steele smirked with a evil glim in his eyes as Shaw ran his hand over the top of his head, looking down at his cell phone, waiting the results for the Reckless Wiring Poll as he raised his head towards the camera.

MICHAEL SHAW: “The Ladders, one of three objects that could be in your future of you losing those Unified Tag Team Championships this Saturday night in Madison Square Garden… Because one of the stipulation the great fans of EAW gets to choose the demise of your reign as the Unified Tag Team Champions and you can both bet your ass, if it is a ladder match, the pain and suffering that we’ll deal out this Saturday at Reckless Wiring with these Ladder could mean the END of your careers!”

Steele nodded with a smirk on his face, Shaw grinded his teeth together.

SAM STEELE: “Di Consentes… Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava, not just are you the defending EAW Unified Tag Team Champions, but the two of you hold the EAW Championship and the Openweight Championship, so in a way if WE beat you to win the Tag Team Championships and you both remain the EAW Champion and Openweight Champion, in a way… we’d become the new number one contenders to those titles as well, in a way… and if that’s what this Saturday in New York City is going to be about, than so be it… we’ll force the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships out of your little grasp, while also proving what we’re for a shot at those other two championships… but that comes after Saturday night, after we beat your ass in the middle of that ring and take OUR Unified Tag Team Championships once and for all!” [he smirked arrogantly] “Ladder match, not much of my cup of tea, but if that’s what it is… if the EAW fans decide to choose to have the Unified Tag Team Championship defended in a Ladder match, than so be it, I’ll do what I have to to finally claim the Unified Tag Team Titles for this great company!”

They hop down off the ladders and step inside a steel cage as the camera follows the Slayers towards the camera, Steele presses his forehead against the chain linked fence as he methodically smirked. Shaw once again looked down at his phone.

SAM STEELE: “One of my favorite matches, the Steel Cage… the many ways one man… or in our case, two men can deal out so much pain inside of that cold hard steel… and that’s exactly what WE are going to do to the two of you this Saturday night in Madison Square Garden!”

MICHAEL SHAW: “Stuck inside of that Steel Cage with US is going to come out to be the worst thing of your lives… if the fans choose to have this match inside that cold hard UNFORGIVING steel, it will be YOUR flesh left in pieces on that cage… and when it’s all set and done, you will be left inside that cold hard steel cage with countless amounts of blood loss and WITHOUT those prestigious EAW Unified Tag Team Championship… if this is a Steel Cage match, ladies consider yourself in LOCKDOWN IN THE SLAYERS PRISON!... YOUR REIGN WILL DIE AT OUR HANDS!”

Shaw smirked as Steele, nodded. They passed through the Steel Cage as Steele ran his fingertips along the chain link fence coming to third and final possible match type; the Glass Tables. Steele ran his hand down the glass table as Shaw once again looked down at his phone, shaking his head back and forth.

SAM STEELE: “Or one of EAW’s greatest matches in its history; The Glass Tables match… a match that one time in my career, I’d simply LOVE to be a part of to cause this much pain to ONE person for a championship, is in my nature and for one of you to be put through this beautiful Glass Table when we take those straps from you, would simply MAKE my day” [he smirked arrogantly] “The fact is it doesn’t matter just what match this is going to be; Ladder match, Glass Tables match or Steel Cage match… the SLAYERS WILL REIGN SUPREME AT RECKLESS WIRING… WE WILL BECOME EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!”

Shaw looked down at his phone one last time, tapping Steele on the shoulder, showing him the results to the Reckless Wiring poll, Steele shook his head back and forth.

SAM STEELE: “A Ladder match… that’s what the fans have chosen for the EAW Unified Tag Team Championship to be defended in?... That’s what those two bitches are gonna be dethroned in?” [Steele simply shrugged with a smirk on his face] “So it looks as if the EAW fans have chosen the final match Di Consentes… Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava will defend those Unified Tag Team Championships in… Ladder match, so it looks like we’ll literally climb that ladder to success and claim our reign as the next EAW Unified Tag Team Championship… let me tell you something ladies, you might have did what NO tag team has been able to do in months and that’s END the terror that the High Rollerz brought to this division… but Shaw and I, are in EAW for one thing right now and that’s to become the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships… that means if we have to break one of your arm’s or even one of your legs… at the end of the day it will be US Slaying the reign of you, Di Consentes before it even gets started! We end your tirade as champions before it gets carried away… WE WILL BURN AND BREAK YOU DOWN!”

Shaw nodded as they walked back over to the ladders, lightly leaning against the ladder. He looked into the camera with a wicked smile on his face.

MICHAEL SHAW: “We’ve sat back for years and watches Unified Tag Team Champions come and go… The New Age Bandits, Mr. DEDEDE and Diamond Cage, RAGNAROK, even you - Heart Break Gal have held it with a different partner, remember Y2Impact, the two of you were Unified Tag Team Champions? No of course not, because you jump from partner to partner like a woman jumps begs with a man…” [he paused with a smirk, shaking his head back and forth] “But the list goes on, from Cerberus, Matt Squared, and Triumvirate they were all at one time the Unified Tag Team Champions and this Saturday, March 3rd; Sammy and I WILL add our names to that list… WE WILL REIGN SUPREME… Our names will be burned into the history books of EAW as Unified… Tag Team… Champions… because WE’RE gonna scorch our fire… as we climb these ladders…”

Both Michael Shaw and Sam Steele started slowly climbing the ladders, step-by-step getting to the top of the ladder, slowly looking up, smiling.

MICHAEL SHAW: “When we get to the top of these ladders, we will be met by the golden shine of those beautiful EAW Unified Tag Team Championship… and as you two champs are laying at the bottom of all that Chaos… of all that rubble… in the middle of ARMAGEDDON ITSELF, riving in countless amounts of pain and suffering after we’re done shattering your bones… we’ll reach up and SHATTER your reign as Unified Tag Team Champions!”

The Prodigy smirked arrogantly looking over at the Hard Knox Superstar as Steele looked into the camera.

SAM STEELE: “We’ve come to Madison Square Garden for a Gold Rush baby and we will be leaving with that gold rush, when we climb that ladder, reach up and grab those Unified Tag Team Championships… we not only prove to the world that we are what we say we are and that is the Best Damn Tag Team in wrestling today! But we also prove to you, the Unified Tag Team Champions and the entire EAW that the Dragon Slayers are the future of EAW… and that’s what we're going to do… PROVE to the WORLD, including EAW and you that the Dragon Slayers are just that… the BEST TAG TEAM HERE!” [he smirked, looking right into the camera, his eyes widened just a bit] “If we have to shatter a few body parts before climbing the ladder and taking our rightful spot as the Unified Tag Team Champions… than that’s exactly what we're going to do… you reign will be SCORCHED by the Slayers as we break bones… and climb that ladder to the OUR GOLD RUSH!”

Both men smirked. Shaw glanced over at Steele before looking back into the camera, licking his chops like a hungry beast.

MICHAEL SHAW: “YOU WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF OUR FIRE… AS THE DRAGON'S RISE BECOMES OFFICALL... WHEN WE LEAVE THE NEW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... Our Fire WILL BURN!!”

He dragged his thumb across his throat as they both looked up as if they were looking at the Unified Tag Team Championships already, the camera quickly zoomed out and slowly faded to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 9:19 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

I.

Who the flying fuck are The Dragon Slayers? Why is Di Consentes wasting our precious time on Dynasty facing these losers with no ounce of credibility in them? Not a single accomplishment and accolade into their name. I mean, outside of The High Rollerz, is this what the Tag Division has to offer? I don’t know about HBG, but there was a little hope that some new competition will emerge from the shadows and contend for these titles. No longer does EAW have two useless jackasses carrying this title. EAW finally has two champions who can carry this burden of a Tag Division and make it something worth fighting in. At Reckless Wiring, we are going to start with The Dragon Slayers… I mean, gotta handed to them. I didn’t see them coming when they struck me from behind. They took my confrontation with Scott Oasis and used it to their advantage. I mean, there is a part of me that wished our previous competition would have done something like that. You know? Something for them to inform us that we have this match to involve ourselves in. If it wasn’t for Sam Steele and Michael Shaw attacking me, I would have forgotten about the match. I would have been something that I kept reminding myself, but I wouldn’t have been worried about it. That’s me right now, boys. I am not worried about you. HBG is not worried about you. Di Consentes sees this as another day at the office. You are nothing more than the generic Tag Team who steps up to the plate, but will fail because they have no idea what it takes to step into the ring against two women who have made more history than they can count. We shouldn’t be thought of as ordinary women in EAW. No, we are Goddesses. We are women who have made it possible that you don’t have to have muscles and a tiny dick to make it far in this company. I mean, why would we worry about two cringy losers like yourself? I mean, if Jake and Logan Paul were wrestlers, it would be The Dragon Slayers. You don’t think that we have what it takes to outstand the scorching flames of The Dragon Slayers? Oooooh! I am so scared! Hide me, Claudia! The Dragon Slayers going to come into this Ladder Match with all of their scorching flames!

I mean, what was a beautiful Wikipedia recap! It must have been a mouthful to say! Does it look like I care about the champions before us? Does it look like I give a damn that you think Di Consentes will fall to the mighty Dragon Slayers? I mean, how can you say that with a fucking straight face? How can you believe in your own hype and think that it will not bite you in the asses? If I were you, there would be no fucking way that I would not go into a laughing fit. It’s just not possible that this title reign will last twenty-one days. We did not nearly kill The High Rollerz to drop the title to two losers who struggle on DYNASTY out of all places. I think during her Hexa-gun days, Claudia called Dynasty members, Dynasty filth? I mean, I thought it was such a harsh thing to call the Dynasty Elitists, but then I hear the two of you talk and I think the nickname is justifiable. You think that you can survive a Ladder Match against us? That’s fucking rich because I think the two of you are in for a rude awakening at Reckless Wiring. This is not like facing the scum on your brand. This is quality talent. This match will be the biggest match of your entire existence. There is nothing else that you’ve been through that can compare to what you will experience in a few days. There is a reason why we’re drowning in championship gold. This isn’t us being there at the right time and place. This is because we’re the best male or female in this company. We are the one’s leading EAW to a path of greatness and that does not include you. You may breath flames, but it won’t be us getting burned. You think that we’re going to crash and burn, but it is not going to be as easy as stated. It’s not going to be as easy as one, two, three. I dare you to make me watch you reach and pull down our titles, but I get the feeling that it will be the other way around.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 8:15 pm by **Azumi Goto**

Iconic Cup #3

“Go Beyond”

(Camera rolls with Azumi in front the camera as it begins to film her. She’s got a black jacket with white top and black jeans on, a mic is attached to her jacket

I’m Azumi Goto, the self-proclaimed Ace Of Empire! Here I stand against the world, on my road to the top. I guess you can say this is going to be a reflection of a very long journey. One filled with ups and downs, highest of highs and lowest of lows. Over the time I’ve spent here, I’ve attempted to kill my own ex-best friend by throwing her from the top of a steel cage, I’ve feuded with an authority figure, taken on the most dominant tag team EAW has had, failed a cash-in of an item that I’ve been the only winner of and a lot. It’s been a long and hard journey, a lot of losses and only maybe one or two major moments under my name.

Regardless of my time here in EAW, this is something I can’t leave. This isn’t a hobby or my dream that I’m living out anymore. This right here, professional wrestling. It’s become my very livelihood, it’s my way of being true to myself. True to that person I once was. Walking to Iconic Cup and expecting an easy win is not something on my mind, I’m walking into the biggest chance I have. The chance to have that one big leap to the top… but what’s stopping me? Eight different egos which include my own…. Yes actually. I get people that I’m not everyone’s favorite or second favorite to win. Maybe I rank somewhere around the bottom when it comes to doing that stuff in people’s eyes, but even with odds stacked against, I’m gonna push forward without any care! It’s kind of a thing we Aces tend to do. Honestly, I’m not sure how many people plan to cheer me on but maybe enough to be my strength to victory or something cheesy like that, I’m not really sure. People are right though, I’ve lost important matches. I’ve failed big time, I get back up after every loss expecting different results every time but something like that, it’s going to continue. I will continue to push on through expecting a different result every time I’ve been pushed down.

Sounds about right for the story of Azumi Goto. Each time an Ace falls, they will always get back up. It’s not the role of a figurehead that makes the role what it is, it’s that ability to go beyond normal limits that people set for themselves that makes being The Ace truly mean something. It’s a tough journey and I hate to admit but there have been times where I’ve wanted to quit but here I still stand. Unbroken from anything. It’s like how every time I take a step, I’ve got to stop on glass shards but who cares right? There are those who willing to do that if it’s blocking the path to success. That’s what separates me from this Iconic Cup. If anyone of those people in that match is as willing, as driven as me to win this whole thing then tell that person to step up. Till then I know that I will win the Iconic Cup with no one stopping me.

Over the two years plus, I’ve seen people come and go. Whether fired, retired or whatever else you can think of. When it comes to Empire, I’m been here since day 1. Always a survivor, I’ve gone through a lot but here I still stand. It’s that stubbornness to be at the top that’s kept me going, it’s that same will to fight and wanting to rise above all that oppose that brought me the Control In The Vault when I won it. Here I stand a year plus after I won it. For a shot to win another golden ticket at Women’s Champ or Specialist Champ.

Not sure how long one can keep absorbing failures but here I am, still fighting and still going through everything to be here. It’s probably the fact that if I give up than two years of clawing my way through this division would have gone to waste. I’m just not going to quit, not until I reach the top of the mountain.

With this recent change of heart, I guess you can say I’m shedding my past and breaking the chains from now on. I’m still not playing to the crowd, I need to put stuff like that on the backburner. This is the one chance I’ve wanted and I simply can’t pander to the crowd while in this match.

The climb to the top of Empire has been a long and treacherous journey. Anytime you lose, it’s down the card you go, a complete reset of your momentum. And this comes from someone with experience

There’s this countdown going down in my right now and if hits zero, I’ve probably hit my breaking point. So with every loss, I inch closer and closer to a breaking point. Who knows maybe when I break, where I will…. Maybe I finally am done but even at that point possibly coming soon. I’ll continue to push on without any care. At this point, winning this Iconic Cup is all that matters, nothing else. I’m not for someone like Stephanie. I’m doing this for myself with everything to gain and nothing to lose, Stephanie. I’m not going to back down in any single way possible to you, not now and not ever! We’ve been on opposite paths for the longest time. One destined for greatness and the other on the road to claw towards that greatness. Every so often, we both change sides of the coin, one of with the support of the people, and the other hated by the world. You can fight all you want for, Monica… in the end, none of it will be enough to stop me. Same goes for everyone else in this match, I’m going to blast through all of you on my way to victory.

The same goes for all of you. Everyone single person whether you decide to show up and fight or not. I’m going to fight for everyone and go beyond towards greatness. Towards the top and not a single soul will stop me, doesn’t matter if it’s Tarah, Stephanie, Andrea, April or anyone else that has spoken out this week! This story of my journey enters the next big chapter and it will be resolved with me winning the Iconic Cup!

(Azumi takes a deep breath before getting up and taking off her mic before walking from the camera.)

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 7:57 pm by **Chelsea Crowe**

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event: empire: iconic cup | 3/1/2018
promo number: 4
participants: chelsea crowe versus aria jaxon
word count: 4,048 words

scene one:
march 1, 2018 // televised

Applause. It spreads through the theatre, rippling up the rows of red velvet seats and lasting even after the curtains had closed. But as soon as it ended, the shuffling began. The suits and ties and expensive dresses leave in an orderly fashion, all except for two. Chelsea Crowe remains seated, whilst Jael Arcana-Rosario goes to stand, only stopping when she notices Chelsea isn't following. Chelsea had invited April, but she decided not to waste any time in preparation for the Iconic Cup – understandable, considering her match. And now, Chelsea and Jael would separate too, Chelsea telling Jael to take the taxi without her. After a moment of contemplation, Jael did just that, and Chelsea was left in the now-empty theatre, accompanied only by the cameraman who had slipped in as the guests left.

CHELSEA CROWE: “What a show, what a display from Aria. Too bad it's just that: a performance, a show, something fake and pretend. Baseless confidence mixed with bland arguments, mixed with some ignorance, and then finished with a bit of superiority, and you have an award-winning performance. But it's not title-winning. And this performance is coming to a close – it's in its final act. I heard what Aria had to say in her closing statement, listing off all those women she's beaten and their stories. But it's her story that I'm most interested in, because it fits all those others she listed far more than mine does.

I beat Aria, one of the most important women on this show, in a match that had everyone shocked. And let's be real, if either of us wants the other dead, it's you. You're the one talking about nooses and me choking and dying, whilst I'm here more concerned about business than killing you off. But who's had the most misplaced anger here, who's the one showing ignorance and missing points completely? It's you.

I'm not here for redemption like Madison – you are.

I'm not gambling my title, my reputation, my career, or my top spot on Empire – you are.

We aren't in a chamber, we're not even in an equalizer like a ring. We're in the streets, we're exposed to weapons. And oh, who was it that couldn't watch out for the environmental hazards in our last match? You.

You're not my benchmark, I've beaten you. If anything, I'm your benchmark. You've been on an impressive run with that title, and you want the satisfaction of beating me, the biggest threat to it. You won't get it. You talk about how much you love that title, how much pride you have in being the face of this brand, and none of it will change the fact that I'm here to steal it all away. I'll choose myself over any kind of greater good you try to represent.

I'm standing against the fan favourite, Empire's face, the one corporate higher-ups have groomed to be marketable to just about anyone. Everyone thinks you'll win this, they're raining down on me with their Axis comparisons, Jaxon Youth mentality and worshipping Mein Bluehrer's every word as if it's God's Law. But I'll still walk off those streets with the title.

See, Aria? The tables have been turned. It's not you against any of these kinds of people or circumstances – it's me against them. It's you with the chip on your shoulder, you with the support, you with the all these issues and narratives coming into this. It's you falling in line with the fallen. And it's me who's in your position – the position of the winner in all those previous stories. It's like any other story: we had the equilibrium, you being the top name of Empire, fighting off all the competition. Then I came along, and now we're going to have our new equilibrium after I disrupted everything for you, with me as champion. And do you know where the new equilibrium comes in? At the end of the story. The end of your story. I'm the end of your narrative, I'm the final act in your reign. It's been a good reign, at least you can hold onto that. The critics will praise it for years to come. But there's a new show in town, and it's taking all that spotlight away from you.”

A laugh echoes around the theatre.

CHELSEA CROWE: “I like how I'm the villain, but at least I'm honest. You, on the other hand, want to sit there and act humble whilst bragging about how the title and division belong to you. It's that complacency that'll get you beheaded. You want to act like this title and this division belong to you? Then let me tell you what will belong to me. After Iconic Cup, it won't just be the title that belongs to me. Your pay cheque will belong to me. Your starring role on every piece of advertising will belong to me. Your blood that I'll spray across the pavement will belong to me.

You can have the pats on the back for speaking, you can take the social media sheep, you can take all your BFFs in the back who are too scared to tell you when you've fucked up. I'd rather have that belt. And I'll get it, because like I said, I see the reality. People want to crowd around and act like you've really outdone yourself this week, but you've done nothing but say the same BS I called you out for. “I want to stay champion more than you want to become champ” – where's the proof? You said that last time, then disappeared like that fire has. Where's that passion, because all I see is you repeating the same thing, hoping it'll make up for it. You haven't shown why you want to be champion, and if you think repeating the same tired crap you did before proves that, then you're already handing over that belt. I want to see real fire. I want to see that confidence you had before I knocked your crown off.

You might have endured other sieges, but that just means those walls are crumbling. How many attacks can a kingdom take? Especially when this next one is the biggest threat you've experienced. You want to act like you're in a better state of mind now, but are you really? All I've seen is you falling back on old methods, activating the fail-safe. It's a defence mechanism. For all that preaching about how you were in a different state of mind then and are better now, I don't see you making change. I'm not hearing the words of a woman who's fully accepted what happened then, and how she's going to deal with it now. I mean, you want to call me out for what I say, but listen to yourself. You can “manage” to hold onto that belt? Just “manage”? Where's that confidence, Aria? You're going to settle for just managing? I don't see change, hun. I don't see a better state of mind. I just see a wounded wolf trying to limp after its prey. But the crow is strong enough to peck out its eyes.

You've had women calling for your head since the summertime, but I'm the only one who had it rolling.”

A pause, a sigh, and Chelsea shifts in her seat with just a hint of annoyance.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Are you dense? I hate to bring it up again, but is that concussion really still affecting you? I speak twice in a row, and all you take from that is “I'm counting on one thing to happen again”. I'm not relying on chance, I'm not being complacent – that's your job. You must have missed the part where I said I have an arsenal behind me this time, you must have forgotten when I spoke about my ability to adapt to the environment, perhaps you didn't hear about how I've strategised and prepared for this match. Because if you think I'm coming into this relying on just one thing to happen again, you're mistaken. I mean, with how you've been digging a hole, admitting that you can't control yourself, it could happen again. But to say I'm relying on only one thing is a complete lie. I get it: you didn't have some comeback for those other things, because you don't know how to combat them – so you did the ol' Aria Jaxon ignoring technique and hoped that they'd go away. They won't. You know what, come into this match thinking I'm going to be banking on you making a mistake. I'll gladly take advantage of that naivety and show you every single way I'll win.

Naivety is a good word for you, to be honest. Do you really think April had no issue with you before I came along? Hun, she expressed her issues with you before your match. Now it's all making sense: you keep forgetting all my points because your memory is shot. That, or you're just naïve. You really believe your shit doesn't smell. I'm not going to come out here and defend April – she can do that herself. But I won't stand here and let you manipulate people into thinking you're the hero who does nothing wrong. Oh, I can hear you: “I've never said I'm innocent!”. But you're a damn liar if you act like you haven't lured people into thinking that. Acting like best friend Aria to newcomers, putting on a smile for the press, and asking “how am I a coward” then completely dropping that angle as soon as I point out every flaw with your argument. Not only that, but you want to act as if I haven't made the motivations of the Crowe's Nest as clear as day. I even gave you a nice analogy before, but I guess even that was beyond you. Or perhaps it didn't fit your narrative, so you ignored it.

How many times do I have to say it before it gets through to you? The Crowe's Nest is not a dictatorship. I don't control April or Jael – they're their own women. They can do what they want. They've just decided to help me, and I've accepted that. We're not the Coven trying to take over Empire, we're not the Sirens – now that was a dictatorship if I've ever seen one. Unfortunately, dictatorships don't go well, huh? Same with Formation. Pretty pathetic that groups made of people who would gladly boast that they're the best on Empire didn't even last a year. It goes to show that you're not as great as you think you are. You're not a leader, you're not someone who can wield her power well. Not like me. We're not using our power to control Empire like the Sirens did – we're using it to give everyone a chance. We're using it to unseat the symbol of what Empire has become: a popularity contest. Because you have the fans so far up your arse you could rent yourself out as a tent, hun. And what does that do? It takes recognition away from the other women. You want to stand there and say you've lifted Empire, you've brought out the best in people. Please. You've only helped yourself. I don't have an issue with that, but I do have an issue with people who straight-up lie about it.

You want to act like I've brainwashed April and Jael. You and others have wanted to say we're like this group or that group. Why do they work with me? Why are we different? Because I give them opportunities. I do what you wish you could do, what you claim to do, and I've given these women a chance to shine and made them better performers. Look at them before me: April, despite being a former Specialists Champion, was given nothing. Called a “jobber” by jokes like Consuela, who's been given more chances than anyone else despite her lacklustre first reign; put down because she's less of a talker; considered the Empire doormat. Now look at April: she's being seen as an actual fighter, she's got a clearer head than ever before, and she's put on good showings against people like you. Then we have Jael, a newcomer who had one of the best debut showings in recent history, yet was she rewarded for it? No. People like our lovely GM who wants to prop up women was ready to just resign Jael to more matches with newcomers, whilst stopping her from taking her deserved position in the Specialists title scene just because we can't let stale cunts like Megan Raine and Consuela from hogging those spots. I gave Jael a chance to shine right off the bat, I revitalised April, I've done more for these two than you've done for any future generation.

That's why they stand by me, and it's why I'm confident going into this match: because I bring out the best in people, and the worst. That's why I'm a champion, and you're just a woman with a belt.”

Another pause, this one being longer. Heavier. Chelsea's face falls from an amused smile to an expression of severity, her eyes looking off away from the camera.

CHELSEA CROWE: “Don't you dare lecture me on who Brody was. Why do you think she chose me as her “pet project”, why do you think we connected so well? Because we're very alike. But not just that. See, whilst you were out there getting praise for breathing, I was listening to every aspiration she had, every plan she wanted to fulfil, every wish she wanted to grant herself. She was passionate, I know that. You don't need to tell me, hun. But she had something more that you're not showing. She had that bite, that raw strength that comes from being stepped on and ignored. Much like has been happening to many women on Empire as of late. The Crowe's Nest was built in her spirit in that way: taking people who have been ignored or shoved to the back of the line, and unleashing that power they have. Brody was ignored. And everyone will go “oh, but I have my 'Iconic' t-shirt, and my armband, and I posted on social media about her”...but what did they do when she was still with us? The longest-reigning Specialists Champion, a woman unafraid of controversy, someone who quite literally bled buckets for her craft. And what was she given? Nothing. She had to claw for everything she got, whilst you sat pretty as everyone ate up all you did. Even then, that wasn't enough! You can sit there and act like I don't know her like you do, but if you knew her, you wouldn't be saying “Vendetta Vaughan and AJ Marie” – you'd be talking about her accomplishments on her own. But it has to always be about you!

I know the whole story because I listened to her. How could you ever know what she wanted with the fanfare deafening you? You've taken everything that made her special, and you've bastardised it. And for what? For profit, for sympathy, or because you can't stand knowing that someone – even one of your friends – could be considered better than you? She wanted to be remembered for her own achievements, and most of all, she wanted to be seen as separate from people like you. Brody wanted to stand on her own pedestal and be praised for it, not be left to rot in your shadow. You couldn't even let her have that. Because this is the 'Aria Jaxon Show', isn't it? You can tell everyone your version of events and have them believe it was all sunshine and rainbows, but there's always a dark side, and I am that shadow that's creeping up on you. I'm the rain on your parade, I'm that blood on what will soon be my title.”

Chelsea calms down, her breathing turning into a quiet laugh.

CHELSEA CROWE: “When have I ever given a damn about other people? Well, you seem to think I care enough about the Crowe's Nest to brainwash them, so you just answered your own question. You say this belt is just a bargaining chip for me, and you're partially right. But a bargaining chip has very little value if I don't make it mean something. I have to keep up the value. So I'll give Empire a champion it deserves, some fresh blood that'll have all the sharks just lining up to meet me. Better competition means better bonuses when I win. I've already shown I can elevate people, I've shown I have what it takes to beat the stars of this show. So why wouldn't I be a worthy champion? As long as I don't let this belt's stock plummet, then why would me being champion be such a bad thing? If anything, I'd highlight the power of this belt. As someone who works in the interest of business, I know all about value. So quit trying to paint me as the death knell for Empire, as a dictator who'll only crush this show under her fist. I'm the best thing that'll ever happen to this brand.

You think I was convinced you were insecure just because you went quiet? It contributed to it, but if you'd actually listened, you'd know my reasoning. You want to say you'll fight harder than anyone else to retain, yet I'm the one speaking the loudest. You want to believe I haven't gotten under your skin, yet you throw out some clichéd statements then go silent – what else am I supposed to believe? Because there's no way you were confident after what you said. Even now, you're twisting my words. The reason I called you unprepared wasn't just because you refuse to take my experience with hardcore stipulations and weapons seriously. I called you unprepared because of the typical BS you've been spewing, as if this isn't one of the most unpredictable title matches of your career. I called you unprepared because you've been making claims you can't back-up with actions. And I called you unprepared because you refused to accept that what happened to you in our match was a product of the both of us. It takes two to tango, and I was leading that dance right up to your demise. The more you fail to realise that, the more you ignore all the bodies of fallen competitors whose minds I manipulated – just like I did to yours – then the closer the end of your reign is.

You don't have anything to prove to me? Then what about proving it to all those doubters who saw how our last match went? If you don't want to prove to me that you're a changed woman, you can at least try to appeal to them. Otherwise, why are you speaking? To cover up the cracks? Too late, hun, they've already been exposed. If this is all to let each other know where we stand, then I know where you are: on uneven ground. Not even listing off all your title defences can help you, because they don't cover me. I don't fit into the criteria you've tried to outline – nothing to prove, no claim to defend, no big risks. I just want that title. You're the one on quaking ground, trying to find stability, something to cling onto to make your hopes seem more tangible. It's just not working though.

“Cry foul”? No, I called out your bullshit. I know it's a new concept to you, but I'm not like those people who act like you can do nothing wrong. When you try to sweep a wrongdoing under the rug, I point it out. I didn't “cry foul”, I just pointed out the hypocrisy you threw my way. Acting as if I'm the only one who stooped low, when you are guilty of doing things that'd make people hate me even more if I did them. Please, you're the one who tried to act innocent when I called you out – if anyone's played up the “Aria is a saint” card, it's you. I called you out for hiding behind friends, jabs, and shit you said before to other people, then you tried to turn the tables, but guess what? I showed that even with the table flipped, the truth is still written on the other side. Neither of us are angels, but only one of us has never tried to hide it. You want to talk about all the 'bad' things you've done now, after I exposed the flaws in your “no you” argument you threw back at me? I admitted I did underhanded things the first time around, I didn't get called out and go “no, you did it first!” and then backtracked.

And that BS about “I've never told people what to think of me”? Shut the absolute fuck up. You tell people what to think of you when you call yourself a Queen, you tell them what to think when you list off statistics then cry when people reduce you to them, you tell people how to perceive you when you stay quiet in the face of a real threat. You're more concerned about what people think of you than I am, considering how much you brag about owning this division, how you get triggered when people say your name and HBG, Sheridan, and Cameron's in the same sentence, and how you try so hard to seem untouchable by ignoring the reality of what has happened in the past. You want to say that you don't lean on the fans, that you don't care what people think of you, then out you come with more recycled excuses to hide those weaknesses that we can all see – that I exposed.

No, you're not a superhero, but you wish you were. You wish you could overlook what makes you vulnerable in this match. It's not even your loss to me, it's other things you've admitted to: your hard-to-control risk-taking style, that dent in your confidence, your insecurities that you try to plaster over by avoiding the truth, your malleable mind, the fact you take issues in your personal life to heart, the pettiness you've shown, the pressure of everyone else on you that you swear you don't care about but clearly do...the list goes on. That's not even taking into account my incentives and drive to win this, my qualifications, my ability to adapt and control.

I know you like to act like you'll always overcome the odds, but how many odds can you take until they all start falling on top of you? All I need to overcome is you and this new fire that apparently comes out during title matches – something I can scout. You not only have to overcome me, but you need to combat every single insecurity that threatens to trip you up. Congratulations. You can list all those achievements, all those victories, and I'll admit – they're impressive. I mean, you were most of those things when I beat you the first time, but I guess listing them off injects a bit of life into what's been a eulogy so far. But calling yourself a Queen puts you in a precarious situation. Queens have lines of successors waiting to take the throne, and one of them always does. You've outlasted the rest, but now it's my turn. Your story is coming to a close as you enter Iconic Cup. We had the beginning with you taking the throne, we had the middle with you fending off challengers, and you've been experiencing a rocky path as we reach the end of the final act. That curtain call is ringing out, and it'll deafen you over the sound of the applause. So take a bow, say your thanks, because this'll be your last performance as the star of the show.

You're the Queen; I'm the Executioner. And after Iconic Cup, I'll be the Empire.”

Chelsea throws the camera a smile before rising from her seat, leaving the empty theatre as the lights dim and we fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 7:45 pm by **Jael Arcana-Rosario**

SURVIVE

event: empire: iconic cup - 3/1
match: jael arcana-rosario vs. sydney st. clair
promo number: two
word count: 1,553 words

scene one:
mar. 01, 2018 // the dominick hotel // brooklyn, ny // broadcasted

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Clouds loom over the morning sky, we barely see patches of blue behind them. Though they are mostly white, there is a hint of grey to them. The calm before the storm. Jael peered out over her hotel balcony, her eyes taking in the dull colors squeezing through clouds. Her eyes met with the lens of the camera, and she greeted her audience with a silent chuckle.

JAEL ARCANA-ROSARIO: “Look who decided to finally speak up. Tarah's "ginger snowflake" herself. You out of all people should know it does you no good to address your opponent so late. You say that you’ve changed, but this is textbook performance coming from you this week, Sydney. The tardiness. Mentioning all your previous losses. Promising everyone that you’re only here for personal redemption. If you really changed, Sydney, you’d stray away from the same methods that have costed you all those missed opportunities.”

“Instead, you’d rather cling on to them. Just like how you cling on to this idea of a “long-overdue victory”. What? Do you expect me to give you any sympathy and go easy on you? This is the Iconic Cup, a tribute show to one of the greatest women to ever compete here on Empire, and you expect me to go easy on you because you believe I’m depending on people to make a name for myself? Consider it another opportunity lost, Sydney, because this one will slip out of reach if you continue with such a toxic mentality.”

“While you stood back and let your nerves get the best of you, I’ve been preparing. Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally. See, I’ve heard what the rest of the locker room has been saying. People have begun calling the Crowe's Nest "the Coven 2.0" or "the fake Formation". And I get it, everyone has the same mentalities: alliances are made to be broken, and that using others to your advantage will only hurt you in the end. The Crowe’s Nest has only been established; our true plans have yet to be revealed, and yet Sydney, I see that you—along with the rest of this brand—have grown irritated of us. People like you hate us because because we’ve united our strengths to reach success. You antagonize us for finding strength in numbers, but you can’t deny how much of an impact Chelsea, April, and I have had on Empire since joining forces. People can’t call us the next Sirens, a failed Formation, a wannabe Coven, or the new Axis; we’ve already outlasted those teams by showing that we’ll take this sport for what it is and use it for our personal success. We’ll continue to do that as long as people like you ignore our power and our influence.”

“Who knows? Maybe you won’t even see it coming once we take over, because you’ll be busy wallowing in another hard loss.”

“Joining the Crowe’s Nest has made me realize the effectiveness of people’s arrogance. It’s a shame only a few know how to use it wisely. Given all the arrogance in the world, Chelsea has been able to extinguish every fire she’s been thrown into. It’s admirable. Then I see people like you, Sydney. Acting so complacent—even in the face of someone who you believe is no better than you—it can be dangerous. It’s clear that you didn’t come to Empire to be reduced to a loser or an afterthought, but I didn’t come here to fail. Not when I’ve established myself as one of the best newcomers in recent history, second best to Chelsea. Going into this match, you believe a victory over me will allow the world to give you back your credibility? Please. Oh, but I’m arrogant for taking a few notes from someone like Chelsea?”

A smirk, a laugh. Jael shakes her head in disappointment.

JAEL ARCANA-ROSARIO: “I think you're underestimating just what's in store for you this week. You say people have been lining up to salt your wound? That's adorable. I came here to inflict more pain than that, Sydney. I'll be the one to reopen those wounds. And in the process, I’ll leave you with new ones, all at my own expense. After all, it wouldn’t be that hard for me to do that. You're going into this match already broken and hurt over the past, all because you can't put your demons aside.”

“What’s truly baffling, though, was this idea that I’m some sort of protégé of Chelsea’s. I’m sure she’d be flattered by the comment, but don’t mistake a business move as me seeking help or guidance from somebody else. What about you and Tarah? Surely, you’re her protégé by definition. Whenever the competition gets to be too tough for you, there you are, asking Tarah to put down her bat for once and listen to your complaints because, quite frankly, no one else would rather hear it than “Casper the Killer”. There is a difference between my relationship with Chelsea and yours with Tarah. I’m not the one praying to Chelsea every night hoping that I win. I am my own being, and I know what I must do in order to succeed in this company. While you’re busy trying to ‘just survive’, I’ll already be at the finish line.”

“Tarah Nova has been your “voice of guidance” since you started your journey, is that right? It’s a heartwarming story, really. When you see yourself sinking deeper and deeper into a hole you can’t crawl out of, do you ask for Tarah to dig you out? Look at the state she’s in currently. Yes, she’s one of the Iconic Eight, but just like you, this year hasn’t turned out to be all that great. At Pain For Pride, she may have defeated Cleopatra, but she let the stakes of that match get to her head. She lost her chance at becoming the first ever Openweight Champion. At Bloodletter, she succumbed to Sheridan Müller, then would later lose her position as General Manager. What is she teaching you, how to lose absolutely everything? At least with Chelsea by my side, I get the opposite. I'm not just some dog she keeps on a leash, I don't depend on her advice to get me through my career. Chelsea has taught me the value of free will, and how to treat this sport for what it truly is: a business.”

“Then there’s your belief that the two of us are on equal footing. You say that without Chelsea, I’m not as superior as I claim to be. I’m laughing, Sydney. I came to Empire on my own, and since my debut, I’ve stated that I am on my own level. I didn’t need the Crowe’s Nest to believe that, and in fact, it was that same independence and edge that made Chelsea realize my potential in the first place. I didn’t join the Crowe’s Nest to find new friends. I joined because such an unholy union could become Empire’s best investment. And it has been. All three of us are competing with high stakes at hand, as it should be. Whether you failed to realize it or not, Sydney, you will never be my competition. The same goes for the rest of the locker room. I am my own competition. Every week, I fight because I want to be better than the week before. I want to outlast every newcomer and build a legacy worth talking about for years and years to come. I want to be the opposite of Sydney St. Clair: someone who isn’t complacent, someone who learns from the past, and someone worth the investment.”

“Get used to the taste of ash in your mouth, because you’ll suffocate in it once I eliminate you out of my sights and move onto a better challenge.”

“You say you've survived all of these "forced-fed" defeats you mentioned, but I'm sure a survivor wouldn't cry and use that vulnerability as easy leverage. It’s a good thing you didn’t say Sydney St. Clair is a survivor. I won’t allow you to walk out our match thinking that you are one, either. You seemed so complacent as a loser, but I doubt you'll be able to compete at the level of a winner, an opportunist like myself.”

“Even if you are one match away from climbing out of your current state, who's to say you won't let that pressure get to you? You've had time to work on yourself, you've tried to adapt and survive, and it's gotten you nowhere. Just back to the bitterness you wished you could avoid. But not even that could save you. This new mentality has developed far too late, because all you're doing now is trying to kickstart a car with a dead engine—while being stuck in the middle of nowhere.”

“We’re just about zeroing in our first encounter, Sydney. Though, it won’t be one you’ll look forward to. At Iconic Cup, the spotlight shall be blinding. The roar of the crowd will be too deafening. Through the ashes, when the fire vanishes, the only thing you’ll see will be me standing over you. In my eyes, you’ll see where the flames went, and in your head, you’ll wonder where all your confidence went.”

Jael looks back at the sky as we fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 6:14 pm by **Cameron Ella Ava**

II.

Hey Scott Oasis, you’re basura.

I mean, why no response? Did you get my response? Did you lose your balls or do you need to ask Sebastian Monroe for them? Scott, just go to him and ask permission for them back. Tell him that you need to respond to me and give me a verbal ass beating in preview for Reckless Wiring. I have been waiting so patiently for your response. Perhaps, you have been training for this encounter. In case you don’t know yet, you got me in a Street Fight. You got me in a match where you can show your strength and size and use it to your advantage. I mean, people are looking at this match and predicting that this will be my demise as the Openweight Champion. You got yourself convinced that I got lucky with my match with Keelan. I wouldn’t be champion if I couldn’t counter with that pin and Keelan maintained his submission hold. I could have ended up a broken arm. To you, you don’t think of Keelan as a legit competitor and I don’t fucking blame you, but are you trying to convince me that YOU’RE a legit competitor against me? Are you trying to feed me bullshit that I should take YOU, out of all people, seriously? Why? Because of your built and size? Because Monroe tells you that you will win and you have no other choice, but to believe him? Why should I fear the repercussions of a man who hasn’t touched an ounce of gold since Pain for Pride IX? Why should I fear the size of a man who managed to get his ass beat by men smaller than him? Why should I fear a man who dismantled Jacob Senn once upon a time to only lose to him at King of Elite? Sure, you may look like a beast, but when I disect you and look at you piece by piece, I see that the beast of Scott Oasis is nothing more than a soft teddy bear who can talk, but can’t back it up when it counts. Even with Monroe by your side, you have proven to be totally useless to him. I wonder how Monroe feels by having such a useless piece of shit as a client and no, I’m not talking about Nico Borg. It’s so amusing how Nico wasn’t originally Monroe’s property, but ended up being his pride and joy of Big Oasis Brand. Perhaps, if we can get the copyrights from Lavar Ball, Monroe can change the brand to BBB--Big Borg Brand. I would feel that would be a much more appropriate acronym since Nico Borg is the best fucking thing going for Monroe.

Despite shape and size, I can match up to your intensity with no problem at all. It doesn’t require me to gain an extra hundred and fifty pounds to look you dead in the eye. I mean, such a dominating creature and yet, you want to hide behind losers like The Dragon Slayers, which I will respond to later, to do your dirty work? Like, that makes you look like a fucking coward! That makes you look like it doesn’t not matter if Monroe has your balls or not, you are still a fucking coward in the eyes of the fans. The only thing you have going for yourself is your built. Yes, you’ve made men bleed and suffer. I have seen what you have been capable of doing. People are looking into this match thinking that everything is going to end at Reckless Wiring. There is no chance I am going to overcome Scott Oasis! I mean, he says so! There is no way I can ever compare to him! I should just quit! I should just give up and give him the title! I’m just overrated in his eyes! He said so! He looked up the word in the dictionary and saw my picture right there! I also looked up the word trash in the dictionary and you wouldn’t guess who's picture I saw? That’s right! Yours, Scott! You can hype this match being your cup of tea. You lived in the streets! You know everything about being in a street fight. This is how you survived. This is how you made yourself into the monster you are today. I’m not worried about how much in your element you are in this match. This won’t be the first Street Fight Brooklyn will watch this weekend. I’ll whip your ass back to whatever zoo you escaped from. You may think I’m just saying all of this stuff as a sense of security because I know what I will be getting myself into at Reckless Wiring. I know what I can expect from you. There is no sense of security I will feel when it comes to this title match. I am never going to feel a sense of security as champion and that is something I accepted the moment I won the Openweight Championship.

You like to paint the picture of myself as a woman who is all about the glitz and glamour. I’m just a beautiful women who is on television, who promotes EAW to the best of her abilities. I just have a face that is made for stardom. I mean, you just want to knock me out and have me see stars as you go for the three count. You just want me to “stay in my lane” and I gotta say no to that. With the barriers the women have been able to break within the last year, I don’t think there is such thing as a lane anymore. I mean, after I’m finished with kicking your ass all over Brooklyn, you can go to Empire and have Aria Jaxon beat your ass. I mean, you’re just feeding into what Monroe is telling you to say. All the sexism isn’t really my thing. Hell, it hasn’t been a thing in about three years now. I mean, if your mindset is back in 2015, then so be it, but I can promise you that I am going survive this match. This is not going to be over in ten minutes. This isn’t going to be over so simply. There is a ton of fight in me. This isn’t going to be another tale of Scott Oasis dismantling his competition with Monroe howling ringside after you do something stupid. No, this is going to be the tale of how Cameron Ella Ava retains her Openweight Championship once again, goes to Empire for her final opponent before she becomes a World Champion. There is no way I am planning to back down in this match before I step into the ring. That is what you want me to do, Scott. With any other Empire loser, they wouldn’t hesitate to do that, but me? Not a chance. Not a fucking chance. Go ahead and talk about how I’m WAY over my head when it comes to this match. I am fully aware that this is going to sound ridiculous to you and everyone who doubts me. I’ve made a career with proving people wrong and that is exactly what I am planning to do at Reckless Wiring. When it comes to these match stipulations, I am willing to use anything I can get my hands on and inflict as much punishment as possible on you. You may look at this match as another opportunity to prove to yourself, Monroe and Dynasty that you’re not fucking useless to them, but I’m looking to prove them right. This isn’t my first rodeo. This isn't’t the first time I’ve been in these types of matches. It’s all about survival with me. Isn’t that what the streets are all about? Surviving? Evolving? Making yourself to be the most feared person in the whole area? As of right now, you are failing at making me fear you. Failing is what you’re going to be very familiar with once Reckless Wiring is over.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 6:12 pm by Guest

DY II

The Hero's Journey

Nico Borġ: Each person has their own story to tell. More often than not, I find that it manifests as some kind of hero’s journey where the would-be champion dons the mask of the protagonist and strikes off into savage horizons knowing only where this grand destiny ends, and where the story all began. He claims either to be the heir apparent, born of the house of greatness, or conversely to have been plucked from the mundanity of the commons and chosen to commit great works by some preternatural force. Along the way he is beset on all sides by monsters and villains but he shall endure. He shall face the supreme ordeal, slay the fiery dragon, and bring home the golden fleece, or sword, or mantle, or any number of prizes, maybe a belt… This has been the general structure of myth since the millennia of the ancients. It is this very hero that the Heart Break Boy sees in the mirror between sliding the knife between another friend’s ribs. And it is this mask that Jacob Senn wears as he howls against all evidence that he is more sinned against than sinning. Scott Oasis and Cameron Ella Ava. Darkane and Jon McAdams. The face changes but the script stays the same. Many think themselves enlightened beyond the temptations of so-called blind faith, but we are all human and therefore all heroes in our own minds. We differ not in kind but only by degrees. The degree of grandiosity that resides in one’s own personal myth. And the degree to which he truly measures up to his own dreams.

Chorus: When the former outstrips the latter, then the stage is set only for the hero’s folly. Instead of clearing his own heart, the zealot tries to clear the world.

Nico Borġ: This is what you have been doing, Nasir. What should be the biggest match of your career approaches and rather than giving me your full, undivided attention, you have spent so much idle time answering to prittle and prattle of irrelevant bystanders. Why not let them talk.? There’s no harm in it. You say that you do not care what anybody thinks and yet you have risen to them probably more than you have risen up to me. That is petty, Nasir. That is not something that befits your ambitions. Monroe had something choice to say about this, coarse but true nonetheless. He said, “opinions are like anuses. Everybody has one and most are full of…” Well, you can guess. Now while you are wading through excrement, I am just here watching, sizing you up and trying to get a good look at the man behind the myth. You will not like my opinion any more than the others I am afraid. I think that you are too mentally weak for this. Not only do you care what other people think, but these stories you tell, they are more to convince yourself than anybody else. At every turn here you are, desperately craving assurance. From your peers. From the fans. From Hamasa. Well the witch and some of your delusional followers might be more obliging than me, or Jacob, or Darkane but they aren’t really helping. As each day passes and we close upon the anointed hour, you are beginning to look more and more like a frightened child suckling at Hamasa’s bosom. You have got to grow up sometime, Nasir. It is lonely at the top and hear you have got to stand upon your own two feet. If you think for one moment that a World Championship will silence anyone,then it may be time to shatter the myth for your own good. I have defied many a sceptic to achieve what I have accomplished. Few gave me a chance at Pain For Pride, but I was blessed with the Cash In The Vault Briefcase. Doubts persisted as I was called to defend that boon twice over against talented men in Ahren Fournier and Jacob Senn yet I proved my worth again and again. Even now I am far from beloved. All of these people that you whine and moan are on your neck, the blood that they are really baying for is mine. Them and so many others. Even Jacob Senn. Senn has more than enough reason to point his wrath at me. After all, I am the one who has what he so covets. Moreover, it was his disagreement with me that got him eliminated at Territorial Invasion and it is I who actively kept him out of the Answers World Championship scene by shattering his dreams into a million little shards at House of Glass. He may be banned from challenging me but we both know that there are ways of circumventing that and baiting the right reprisal. Lord knows that The Heart Break Boy managed it when he was denied a chance. The difference here is that the Heart Break Boy at least had the intestinal fortitude to come after my hide. That is the sad thing about all of this. I doubt that Senn even blames you for anything really. The only reason that he has been targeting you is because I put the fear of God in him last time we met at House of Glass and he rightly has seen you as the path of least resistance. Case in point, after so long being the thorn in your side, Jacob Senn has finally gotten his chance to earn redemption - BY POPULAR DEMAND!!! How fickle are these folk that you thank each time you come down to the ring? And what a kick in the teeth this must feel like for you. You shall not find any pity in I, however, this is the fault of your own iniquities. In a perfect world you would have heroically put the dastardly villain in his place, freeing yourself of further grief and denying him escape from justice. But it was not to be. “True justice in human form” just isn’t what it used to be.

Chorus: A farce or a shame? Each player is stands eager to strap on the sandals of Hercules or let loose the Argo’s sails, yet what is forgotten is that the classic epic so oft ends in either Tragedy or Comedy.

Nico Borġ: Perhaps both in your case, Nasir. Because your crusade is as damned as it is a joke. You know, even on the off chance that you ARE directly addressing me, I am not in the slightest bit sure who exactly you think you are talking to. “Empires crumble”. Sure, but not before devouring a thousand hapless tribes and personally wiping their myths and sacraments from history. Much better to be Rome and have your name evoked for all time. “You are not nearly as sharp as you once were”. What? Have I already fought my way into your own personal Hall of Fame alongside those decrepit heroes who held this Championship in ancient times? Maybe that one was meant for Banks... Whatever the case perhaps consider toning it down on the stock responses and thinking of something a little more creative and personal. Though I suppose that would mean understanding what hell you are marching yourself into. Well to guide you on your journey let me tell you what I am not. Sorry Nasir, but this isn’t Scott Diamond or Starrstan or CM Banks. I am still young, The Lord hath blessed me with fine health, and I am in more than good enough condition to defend to continue pushing the boundaries of my Empire ever wider. Do be reminded that even you have have had a longer and more winding route to Madison Square Garden than I. Two years come April, that is how long I have been fighting in an EAW ring. I am not on the wane but if anything I am just reaching my prime. After the ease with which I have carved a path through the Dynasty locker room, the only things that I have to be tired of are your inane mutterings. Just ask any of my previous contenders about how exhausted I was after tearing them apart… if you can find them, that is. Soon after measuring himself against the indefatigable dominance of Invictus, Scott Diamond decided it was time for his old bones to give up the ghost and call it time. And Tomi Venus… Well I don’t need to tell you that he could not go the distance. Maybe you are different, Nasir. You have the cardio down at the very least and proved as much at Territorial Invasion. But that will not stop your brain rattling in your skull like a ball bearing in a pachinko machine. Time after time I have proven to be a Herculean challenge for any man. Not a soul could hinder me. The sun rises. The sun sets. And I win matches, it is that simple.

Chorus: Does he understand yet? The difference is as night and day. One falls, but the Sun always rises.

Nico Borġ: I shall conquer you, Nasir. And shall not stop there either. Divine retribution visited Lannister and the harlot Vendetta before I ever had the chance to wreak my vengeance upon them for Grand Rampage. Yet, I can still succeed where he did not by by defending the Answers World Championship from Road to Redemption until Pain For Pride and then standing, STILL INVICTUS, after the main event on the greatest stage of them all. Now that is a story that ought to be written into the history books. I am not sure nor do I much care whether it is Scott Oasis or any other who receives the honor of standing against me on that fateful night. As said before, I am sure Monroe would love to see that happen, but regardless, there isn’t a man on the roster who can stop me right now. And you… You don’t even make my top 5 hopefuls. So just get it in your head now. I. Will. Remain…

Chorus: invictus

Nico Borġ: Unvanquished. Unconquered.

Chorus: En Nico, Nika.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 5:40 pm by **Megan Raine**

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Oh my god, you are so fucking cringe, Jesus Christ.

So you’re really doing this, huh Consuela? You’re really out here attempting to push all my buttons and get the final word in before our match.

This is not going to go the way you think, my sweet little crumpet.

Ohh, sure. Mention the prestige of the EAW Specialists Championship all fucking week long and how I have apparently made the title less prestigious with my reign, but the first mention from myself that you have done the exact same and not a peep out of you. Not a single word from out of your mouth in reference to this. You want to know why? It’s because you know I’m right. I said it from the beginning, Consuela. You’re grasping at straws because you know of all the truths I’ve been throwing out there for weeks now. You fucking know deep down that I am the most real woman on this whole damn roster, but you won’t admit it will you. You won’t fucking admit it because you’re too proud. Hell, you’re too fucking stubborn. So instead, you throw the absolutely dumbest insults at me. My voice is too squeaky? What the fuck is the matter with you? Childish, schoolground insults? That’s what it’s come to from you? That’s the best you’ve got? You fucking imbecile. Yeah, okay. If that and continuously mentioning Ryan Adams over and over and over again is all you can do this week than you deserve the beating I am going to give you at The Iconic Cup. You deserve to feel every punch to your stupid little face and you are going to feel the pain as I make you look like fucking Rocky Dennis from Mask. The pain I am going to inflict onto you is going to be the worst experience you will ever have faced in your whole career here in EAW. There isn’t going to be a damn thing you can do about it either, because I am Mother Nature in this bitch and I am creating a natural disaster just for you, Consuela.

So instead of addressing the majority of my points last time you’ve found yourself repeating the same bullshit you’ve said all week. Oh Megan, you can’t make people give a damn about you or your title reign. Yeah, okay, fine. Even though you’re wrong, if it makes you feel fucking better, you got me. Not a single person gives a shit about Megan Raine. I am a complete and utter failure because my 54 day championship reign and my near 4 month winning streak has all been a fucking fluke. Again, for I think the third time now, I don’t give a single fuck if people give a damn about me or my championship reign. You think that’s what I’m here for? You think I am here on Empire so people can care about me? If that’s your way of thinking then I feel awfully sorry that you stoop so low just for some attention. I’m here for me, god damn it. I’m here to make MY dreams come true. I’m here to be the best damn female competitor I possibly can be. And if that irks you to the point where you are bothered by the fact that you think nobody gives a damn about me, then so be it. I don’t care. I don’t care about your piddly ass opinions, I don’t care about what you think of me, and I certainly don’t care about your childish insults either.

I got nothing to deliver, huh? Nothing to deliver?! Are you fucking serious?! All I’ve done since coming back to Empire is fucking deliver, night in and night out. I really, REALLY don’t want to repeat myself like you’ve been doing all fucking week but if I have to do it, I will. Defeating Sydney St. Clair to earn a championship match against you. BOOM, delivered. Defeating you to become the EAW Specialists Champion. BOOM, delivered. Defeating Azumi Goto to retain the EAW Specialists Championship. BOOM, delivered. Defeating your cringe self one final time as well as Zakkii in a Triple Threat match this weekend at The Iconic Cup.

Spoiler alert.

BOOM. DELIVERED.

You dumb bitch. Mr. DEDEDE’s side whore? You call me that like you think that actually gets to me. How do you know he’s not my side bitch, huh? You certainly don’t know a damn thing about the connection me and him have considering you thought we were dating for the longest time, and yet your main, key point this whole week has been focused on him. Get a grip of reality for just five minutes and then you’ll see exactly why everything you have said this week has been a total and utter bust.

Yeah, I did my research. I’m the champion after all. Doing my research is something necessary. And yeah, I did look up the past reigns and total days of each former EAW Specialists Champion because you provoked me into doing so. As if I wasn’t going to after you spent a lot of this week saying I’ve done fuck all with this title in the short amount of time I’ve held it. And now, the fact that I found out that you, over two reigns, have pretty much done the exact same thing makes me fucking laugh. You’ve legitimately had two successful title defences and two unsuccessful ones. I mean, my god. Congratulations to you, Consuela! You really are the most prestigious EAW Specialists Champion this company has ever seen! You most certainly have passed Cailin Dillon and Brody Sparks in that department! Oh yes your title defences have certainly done more with Empire than I have ever done! Half of the bitches you mentioned don’t even WORK here anymore! And you bring up the fact that you’ve done more in your two title reigns than I have is just sad. I haven’t been given the opportunity to do so… yet. But I will. I fucking will. You aren’t going to be the one to put an end to my reign. I pulled all of those skeletons out of your closet because you did the same to me at the start of this week, and now that I’ve done it to you, I’m the bad person. Yeah, okay. That sounds about right. As you do ONCE AGAIN, you spin the topic to prevent yourself from looking like the moron that you are. Keep doing that, it’s okay. I’ll continue to expose you and provide the truth constantly until you fucking give in and shut your damn mouth. No, I will not pinpoint title defences at Aria Jaxon because she is not who I am facing at The Iconic Cup. You are. Don’t bring her into this. Don’t try and have me look at another individual on this roster and start poking fun at them. Again, you’re spinning the topic. Typical.

You may have stood in the ring and opened a challenged to anybody in the back who would have accepted a match with your for that belt, but ever since winning this championship I have said that I welcome the challenges and obstacles on the road to becoming the greatest EAW Specialists Champion in history. I don’t make the matches, Consuela. Leave that up to Flannery McCoy to listen to what I have to say, and perhaps after I finally put an end to you and your bullshit excuses, I will ask Flannery if I can make an open challenge myself the following Empire. I want to have the run of a champion. I don’t want to be the champion without defending my belt for an extreme length of time. The Specialists Championship is supposed to be defended every two to three weeks and god damn it I intend to bring that ruling back into existence, something you NEVER even attempted to do. Again, Rome wasn’t built in a day, and let’s face it you know as well as anybody that it takes a hell of a long time to build up the reputation of being a solidified Specialists Champion. But hey, if you don’t beileve me, ask Aria Jaxon! Let’s pinpoint fingers at her because we can!

What I am every time I step through those curtains IS me. You’re talking about gimmicks and schticks well how many times do I have to fucking tell you that I am the most realest woman here? Legitimately, dozens. If you’re a former maid how about you clean the shit out of your ears and actually listen to a damn thing I’m saying instead of blowing it all off because you think my voice is squeaky or some dumb shit?

Fuck you, and your fucking Spanish bitch ass mother fucking god damn maids you DUMB CUNT.

THE STORM IS FUCKING HERE.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 4:57 pm by **Consuela Rose Ava**

III.

Megan just shut the fuck up. Your voice is squeaker than my floors after their weekly scrub.

Like if we weren’t wrestling and we competed with our voices and the most annoying wins, you would have a Jamie O’Hara title reign. Like fucking seriously? First, you can’t make people give a shit about you or the Specialists Championship and now, you can’t even keep your opponents engaged whenever you cut a promo. Like, you aren’t even known as the Specialists Champion, pretty face or a broken hearted woman by the public anymore. The only thing you’re known as is Mr. DEDEDE’s side whore. Yes, I know, you’re sick and tired of hearing me bring Mr. DEDEDE into the conversation. You’re bored with hearing the same and generic insults thrown at you, but just like you are in bed with Mr. DEDEDE, you got nothing to deliver. This entire title reign, you have had nothing to deliver to make these people want to give a damn about you. They give more of a damn about flapjacks than they care about your plastic prima-donna attitude and lip fillers to match. 2011 Heart Break Gal called, she wants her whole fucking shtick back. Please return it back to lost and found.

Just like Mr. DEDEDE, YOU’RE the one shooting blanks. I mean, I commend you on doing your homework instead of doing your teacher this time. I mean, all it took was one simple search of the Specialists Championship wikipedia page to figure out all those numbers and statistics. I mean, I can tell that it took you so long to put all of those numbers into words and sentences. I mean, I didn’t think I would ever hear from you again. I would have prefered that to be honest. It would be easier to punch your face at the Iconic Cup, take your title and be a three-time Specialists Champion than it would to hear you call people out for the same old shit, while you like to dig deep and pull out all skeletons from my closet and pull out the easiest arguments and make yourself look like a bigger dumbass than you already do. Yes, I lost my title in two weeks, but people give more of a damn for me in those two weeks than they have your entire career. Yes, my second title reign was 108 days, a vast improvement from the last one. And, your point is exactly? If you want to pinpoint fingers at title defense, you might as well do the same with Aria Jaxon since we’ve defended the title at the same events. My title defenses did more for Empire than you have done ever. As seen with Astraea Jordan, she took the opportunity when I presented her one. I stood in the middle of that ring and challenged ANYONE in the back for a chance to face me. It did not matter who came out from that curtain, but I was more than willing to defend this championship when I got the chance. I ever since I won the title, I vowed to give everyone a fighting chance. I wanted fight everyone. Up to this point, I lived by my word. I faced amazing women and I defended this title to the best of my capabilities. I’ve proven that I did not need my Cleaning Crew to assist me in retaining my title in ANY of my matches. Even at King of Elite, they didn’t physically get involved in the match. I don’t know what’s so wrong about shaking a feather duster in front of you, but not my fault that you’re easily triggered by feather dusters. Other than that, they never held you down or punched you in the face. Everything they have done is LEGAL. The difference between you and I is that I don’t have a gimmick or shtick. It’s 100% me. It’s who I am. I’m a former maid, I like to clean and kick ass. I mean, stop bitching about the clean victory. Your whole title reign is tainted on the fact that you beat two women that could not defend themselves. That makes you look like an asshole, a bigger asshole than the one you’re left with when Mr. DEDEDE is done getting it on with you from behind.

“This is my moment.”

How many times have you told yourself that this week, Zakkii? Do you look in the mirror and constantly tell yourself that the Iconic Cup will be your moment back into the spotlight. The mission of starting at the bottom and earning all your opportunities will get you to have this moment. You changed your name to make you finally become the wrestler you should be, the effort to earn your opportunities by starting in the bottom, your main event wish to face Azumi, will all of this pay off the moment you pin one of us and become the Specialists Champion? There is a reason why these failures get constantly mentioned. For me, I don’t bring them as a way to discourage you or make you feel bad. I remind you of the promises you have broken in the past. You tend to be a woman of your word spiritually, but when it comes to action, you have left us with wanting so much more with you. We have gravitated towards your rises and struggles. We have been with you on this emotional rollercoaster for the past three years. We have seen the blood, sweat and tears come out of you and to have it not paid off must be one of the most devastating things that could happen to someone. I’ve been on the same boat before. I can relate to you when it comes to that. Even through all of the horrid things, do you still believe in those happy endings? I love fairytales and I live for those happy endings. I think of you as one of those women from those fairytales. Graceful, elegant and so determined. Yet, should could probably knock the lights out of us if she got the chance. I like to think that you have this match scouted out. You are going to exploit the personal issues I have with Megan and use them to your ultimate advantage. It would be smart of you to do that. I have been outsmarted in the past and that will all change at the Iconic Cup.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 4:18 pm by **Jon McAdams**

The fireplace crackles and casts a light over McAdams. He leans against it drinking from a bottle of water. He is wearing his wrestling trunks and smiling as he leans against it. Blood trickles down his forehead and his arm. There is a wrestling ring behind him with a television mounted above it. The TV is playing right over the ring lighting up the center. There is a man laid out in the center of the ring between two broken pieces of a table. He is wearing long red and green tights and is a bloody mess. There are thumb tacks in his forehead and a barbed wire bat laid out on the floor.

McAdams grabs a bottle of Vodka and opens the top. He drinks from it and pours some on his head and arm. He heads back into the ring and pats the face of man.

“Hey, Murdoc. Wake up, buddy. You did good.”

The man stirs and McAdams hands him the bottle. He groggily sits up and takes a sip.

“That was crazy… the craziest ‘sparring’ session I’ve ever had,” Murdoc makes an air quote sign with one hand. McAdams stands up and looks at the TV as an EAW Dynasty Logo glares back at him. McAdam bites his lip and nods his head.

“Aye, but I’m afraid it wasn’t crazy enough… Sorry, mate,” McAdams slams the Vodka bottle over Murdocs head who drops into a heap. McAdams picks him him up and tosses him out of the ring and onto a coffee table sitting outside the ring. He stares at the body of his friend Murdoc with a blank expression before picking up the barbed wire bat. He holds it in his hand. Glaring at it.

“You’re not listening Darkane. I don’t feel like I’ve paid my dues. I am not here with the expectancy that I just get what I want. I am not here for you to simply bow down to me and accept defeat. I come to you with a challenge. With a genuine hope that you will meet me with everything you have, not roll out the red carpet. Though if you had I wouldn’t lie. I would be amused and quite flattered. You think I spoke these things just so you can recognize me? I am giving you a full truth and full measure of who I am because you don’t seem to be able to grasp it. Perhaps you’ve taken far too many blows to the head. You’ve been skullfucked by far too many of these weapons you love to comprehend what is happening here. More likely you are trying to make me deviate or simply trying to get a rise out of me by purposely misunderstanding me. At least that is what I hope you are doing because if it isn’t then you are as dumb as you are ugly. And you are ugly. Both on the inside and on the outside. And what about my other opportunities? What do you have to say to them? You have neither the tenure nor the caliber to speak against men like Jamie O'Hara, Amadeus, and Finnegan Wakefield. All men who, had you had a single match against would have been whipped and beaten like the first year bitch that you are. I took these men to the limit, but they would have taken you to school. So don’t speak about them like you can even understand what they are and those opportunities. I don’t regret them and I’ve learned so much from facing them.

And if you think those are opportunities gone, that I am just coming up short, and that this is the end of the road, you’re still looking at this from such a small minded perspective. Darkane, I am afforded opportunities not because I am some simple charlatan with a chip on my shoulder and a belief that I deserve it. I am afforded these opportunities because management knows what those opponents also know. On any given day, I could have won those matches and I belong here. I am given these opportunities because I have shown that I am that good and that consistent. Your world and your ability to comprehend a person’s career seems so small. Darkane you are not some end all moment in my career. You’re not going to tear me to pieces and leave me with nothing. A loss to you simply means I must get better but let's not kid ourselves. These opportunities don’t stop. If it’s not you, it will be someone else, but I want to be clear. It will be you. You will be the one to eat the Head Trauma. Or A barbed wire bat. Or your own stupid shovel. I don’t care. Whatever I need to hit you with to keep you down for three seconds and ultimately that is the only reason I am here.

You speak of reputation, and you do have one, one that makes me want to take you down but you want to pretend you don’t know of my own reputation. I am not running around making sure people say my name. People know my name and are well aware of the kind of tenacity I bring, and there isn’t a soul back there who would take me lightly. Which makes me believe one of two things, either you are completely delusional, and lost in your own hype of invincibility, or this is all just bravado and you’re just a fucking moron who is hoping that everything that you’ve heard about is wrong. I’ll be honest, I really can’t tell. The way you try to demoralize me, and the your position of attack tells me you’re just… uncertain. For all your cute metaphors of blood and guts and shit, in the end, you are just this gimmick. You are this ‘hardcore’ man. And it’s a joke.

Tell me, when you woke up this morning in your nice bed, within your huge home and your perfectly groomed grunge face, did you say to yourself in the mirror, ‘Man, I’m so fucking hard, I’m the graveworm.’ Or did you spit on your reflection and grunt until you got into your cadillac and drive to work. Did your wife and kids kiss you before you left? Did you throw up the devil horns at them before trying to do a wheelie in your driveway? ‘Cha man, so rad’. And when you pulled up to LA fitness and scanned your card at the door did you make sure to tell the guy at the front that this is your friends account and you’re just sneaking in cause you’re just so hardcore? How about when you had a salad for lunch? Actually, scratch that, you’re too fucking fat for a salad. For how much you talk down to the lifestyle that I live, at least I am trying to be a better man than I was but I still embrace who I am. Your entire identity is wrapped around a match type that is the fucking lowest class of wrestling in the world. You can defend that ugly fucking title a hundred times, it will still be just that. The Hardcore title. And you will still just be you. A fat poser who knows how to hit someone with a shovel.

Fuck off with that shit. I can handle having a real competitive and even bloody match with you, but lets not pretend that you are anything other than what you are and let’s remember that you have plateaued As far as I am concerned, beating you will be the thing that puts me above this division and I promise you when I am champion I intend to destroy this division and be done with it. You can spin this anyway you want but I ain’t here asking for you to hand me anything and you keep up with this ‘you’re entitled’ bullshit and it’s just going to end in you losing your title and wondering why this wasn’t as easy as you predicted. You continue to underestimate me in such an immense way and you know what? I welcome it. I hope you keep prattling down this road since you seem to think I am not hear to earn this victory and you think I am not up to the task. Fine. You’ll get the full measure of my worth when we enter that ring. I am not so quick to cast you aside as a nothing opponent. I know for a fact you are already a revered hardcore champion. It is unfortunate that I feel the way I do about the belt or I’d be a little more excited about it. But this dog shit division matches it’s dogshit champion and I sincerely hope that after I remove the belt from you, that you are able to move on from this king of dogshit that you claim to be. And for a guy who says I am not getting to you, it tells me something that you would take the time to say I am not getting to you and that you don’t toot your own horn then go on to list so many names that you have beaten without weaponry. Yes. It adds some validity to what I am saying and the truth behind this whole dog shit division. But nonetheless, if beating you and holding that title will help me somehow then I will do it. But I know beating you is far more important right now for my career and future. Not the end all, just more important.

I am glad that even in your silly perception of me you are able to make some key differences between myself and that ridiculous cartoon character Reginald but even in doing so you fail to see the point. I want this to be clear to you. I do this because I love it. The blood, the sweat, the pain, the destruction, the carnage of it all. I LOVE IT. I am not personified by this simple identity but I encompass a full real person who despite my class, enjoys the rush of what is in front of me. And I most certainly assure you I am not Ahren Fournier. I am not the kind of person who doesn’t put in the work and I don’t expect a handout. I don’t need a hand out. I am not desperate for this wrestling thing to work out more that I know it will because I am that damn good and I am willing to fight for it. Darkane, you don’t get it. I am not shitting on that title because of apathy, or using it as a tool to get me over, or having management notice me. I don’t care about that. Management already notices me and already gives me ample opportunities. These things won’t stop because I am so ingrained in their minds as the future. I don’t need a belt I’ve already won and despite your pleas to get your reign over as amazing, when people look back at the stats they will see two things. One, Darkane was Hardcore Champion and two, Jon McAdams was Hardcore Champion. That’s it. Nobody cares beyond that. But what they will care about is, did Jon McAdams beat Darkane. Better yet. Did The King Of Hardcore lose his precious Hardcore Championship to the now Two time Hardcore Champion, this sissy called Jon McAdams. I do relish at the thought of how humiliating that would be for you and your ego. For you and everything that you claim to be. Darkane, you need to eliminate this idea that I am coming for your title. I really don’t give a shit about it. I am coming for you. Only you. I will take what’s yours simply to bring further humiliation to you but ultimately, I want to use this to rise above you. I want to use this, get that belt and then move on from it so that I can pursue better things. Bare in mind, I didn’t choose to leave Voltage. If I had my way, I’d still be there. I was on my way up in that brand and doing some very fun thing but alas, I was drafted here and now… here we are. The nobleman, from a possibly bygone era of wrestling standing across from a demon from possibly bygone era of wrestling.

I see the fiend. I see the King of Hardcore standing before me. You are an affront to Sovereign. Your throne is a festering pile of rot and piss and shit. I will destroy it. You look me in the eyes, you stare right into this man that you think so little of, you take a good long look at what is coming for you. Laugh, in fact, laugh so loud that the whole world hears it, and announce it to everyone that the pale man with the funny moustache is coming for you. I want them all to see just how small this King is. I am going to beat you. I am going to hurt you. I am going to show you why they called me a Sovereign Monster on Voltage. I am going to remind you and the rest of the world why I was once the Dogshit Hardcore Champion. I am going to tear right into you and you will squirm like you never have, and ultimately after our blood has painted that ring I promise you, the King will bow to Sovereign. Your whole persona, your entire being and reputation that you say you don’t care about will crumble. The man who doesn’t care about what he is called yet calls himself KING! Will find himself fallen to this high class prissy noble with a chip on his shoulder. Yeah. You’re the man right now and maybe in the end, none of this is actually getting to you. That is honestly fine. My intentions here are to simply give you windows into who I am and what I believe and feel will be the truth. If none of that seems to break through your small world view then perhaps the only thing left to do is break you in half. But that remains to be seen, Darkane.

You are hardcore hell? I’ve lived there, dined with the devils that dwell within and I walked out, scars and sulfur stronger. If that is all you are, then the almighty king of hardcore might as well start bowing to Sovereign now.”

“Also, sorry I have to do this, my friend,” McAdams turns back to the laid out Murdoc. “I simply need to test my resolve. I know this isn’t right. But it’s just what I have to do right now.” McAdams leaps off the top rope onto Murdoc with the barbed wire bat in tow before the screen turns to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 1:05 pm by **Lars Grier**

BROOKLYN HEIGHTS PROMO #1

This is it. This is the hardest challenge, the most frivolous and most tenuous challenge that he has ever faced. Nothing….nothing beforehand compares to what he is up against the next week. Everything that’s ever happened to him, everything he has ever been able to do up until this point - this is more important than any of that. Words cannot be put down nor can they be spoken with enough gravity or force to display the true nature of the reality of the situation. It’s an uphill battle that has followed him constantly, but on this week the universe stacks the deck even higher, increasing the odds, sharpening the daggers of the dreamkillers in the hopes to end what he has longed since the beginning of his entire life. This is a journey, a climb that goes beyond his barely year and a half in EAW…..it goes beyond his multiple failed chances. It goes beyond each and every man he’s fallen to and each and every man he’s crushed to stand. This stretches beyond any of that, it comprises of his LIFE. His life. That’s why he feels owed certain things. That’s why he feels he deserved that victory at King of Elite, even when he fell just like the rest. And that’s why he feels that with each moment he walks on this earth he feels like everything should fall on his lap. But that’s about to change, as we return to the visage of the old….The Black Box. The location that he resided in during his time as the pitiful Manifestation of Destruction, because for this journey? He doesn’t have to just go through hell and back, but also back to the past. Back to the start of this all, if there’s any hope he walks out of Brooklyn, New York as a man of his word.

Lars Grier sits on a ragged, war-torn leather chair. It looks like it’s seen some better days, as a solemn Grier sits on the chair, his eyes darting no where except for the cement floor underneath his boots. His head is down and is unmoving, with the only signs of life coming from him are his small but audible breaths. The light flickers back and forth as he looks up.

For the past two days, I’ve been trying to give myself some leeway. I’ve tried to put some sort of break on all of this, take time to process. “Try not to let his words in”, I told myself. Don’t let what you say get to me - but there comes a point in life when you have to stop bullshitting yourself. There comes a time where eventually, the facades, the lies, the idiotic defiance must end, because…...as much as I hate - and I do mean HATE - to do this, as much as I hate with every fiber of my existence, of my very being…..I’m going to admit that for once in a goddamn century, you’re right. You’re right about me. For once, you spoke the truth about me but honestly I shouldn’t even be mad because there’s no one else here to blame but me. That’s the worst part when you fail, because when it all comes down to it? You can rest your laurels, bitch about the past and who cost you what, but in the end it will always go down to you not being good enough to stop it. It will always end up as you taking that on the chin, whether you like it or not and for the past year and a half, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. For the past year and a half, that’s been my life story and I’ve so desperately tried to change it - but I can’t. I’ve kept my head above water, I’ve pushed through the walls and gave one of the best performances of my LIFE at King of Elite - and even then I still tasted that bitter feeling of defeat. After that night, all I could ever think of was that number, Jamie: Three. Three times, three attempts. Three chances, three failed opportunities. All times, broken. All times, laid defeated. Three is the number that has essentially defined my entire life; the number of attempts, the number of family members and most striking of all: The number of counts as the referee’s hand strikes the mat for one….two…..three. After King of Elite, all I felt was a rage. I was trapped in a haze, in an almost unconscious state where there was nothing inside of me except for a thunderstorm, a beast that wanted to consume and unleash all of that bottled-up anger from failing so fucking much onto the world. I didn’t give a care, and while I’ve sugercoated it before, you’re right - I bitched to be in this match, I cried, I moaned, I did everything I said I wouldn’t do to get another shot. And I hate myself for that. More than anything else in this entire world, more than Elite, more than you….is myself for having been built up like this. I thought that by coming here, back to the start of all this; the root of everything, I thought I’d have something to hang onto. Something to say. But there isn’t anything here except the dead remains of the bygone era of destruction.

The light flickers. Once. Twice. A third time, and then something from the shadows appears…..it’s a raven. It flutters its feathers, gliding across the room and perching itself on a wooden table in front of Lars. He slowly looks up to the creature, where we can discern its unusual appearance - ruffled, messy feathers, a cracked beak, and unsettling blood-red eyes that pierce into his soul like a sharpened knife. Lars stares at the creature before it does something unthinkable. It speaks.

You.

You don’t get it, do you? Of course you don’t. How could you? You’re someone who blindly believes that his own ideology, his way of thinking in the world is the one that’s right, and that’s why you fail. Fail, fail, fail. Look at you. All over again. Whining, crying, bitching, moaning like you did to get this opportunity. But hey, why fix something that isn’t broke, right?

Shut the fuc -

No, YOU shut the fuck up and listen close: I can’t stress enough how important this is for you. I can’t scream as loud as my tiny avian lungs will allow me to show that this is the chance you need. Do you know why Jamie’s been schooling you since the day you tried to match up to him? Do you know why each and every time you’re proven wrong, why each time you’re made to look like nothing more than a complete joke? It’s because you just don’t understand anything. You’re so inclined to believe in yourself and only yourself that you fail to see the reality of the situation, and the reality of the situation is that at Brooklyn Heights? Jamie’s right….you didn’t earn it. You didn’t earn this title shot through your own merit. You don’t deserve SHIT.

The words of the raven echo throughout the room, as Lars sits in his chair, unmoving. Stoic, still like a rock and not registering any emotion of rage, of sorrow, or of disappointment - none of any kind.

But, alas….you’re still here. You’re still going to be fighting him and Chris Elite again whether you like it or not. So either you chicken out and truly cement yourself as the failure we all love to laugh at….or you get out there and prove to the entire world who exactly you are. For your sake, I pray you end up as the latter.

The raven caws, before its feathery wings can be heard flapping in the background, slowly drifting away as Lars seems to have taken the words of the creature to heart. He looks forwards now, a stoic and cold gaze as the light stops flickering.

No.

I can’t sit here in this shitty chair, sitting on this ragged, old, washed-up chair resting on my laurels and pondering what could have been. I can’t be sitting here and letting these two bitches take over the conversation while I sit on my misery - no. Just. Fucking. No. I can’t allow this to be the hill I die on, not when everything’s lined up perfectly for me. Not when the harvest is ripe, not when the stars are perfectly aligned will this slip away from my grasp. Thing is, Jamie - you talking about me deserving this title shot, whether I earned this or not…..but have you ever stopped to consider this: Does it even fucking matter? Does it even matter whether or not I deserved this opportunity or not? Does it MATTER if I costed Elite his championship shot, does it matter that the Voltage after King of Elite I went on a backstage rampage? If there’s at least something I learned from that night is that debates about whether or not someone deserves jackshit or not are bottomless vortexes that will never be resolved, because if history is any teacher, it’s taught us that just in this exact company, there have been so, SO many people who have been stated to “not deserve it” and have risen to the occasion and ultimately take that prize for themselves, that holy grail. In the end, telling someone “doesn’t deserve it” is a subjective discussion that will never be truly boiled down into something with a concrete answer, and in the end….WHO FUCKING CARES? Who gives a shit about what I did, because as far as I’m concerned, all I did was be just like you. The means are irrelevant and the destination is paramount - so this idea of me deserving or not deserving this championship shot doesn’t mean anything because when it all comes down to it? I’ll still be there at Brooklyn Heights facing you for that World Heavyweight Championship one more goddamn time, a guarantee that you won’t be able to change no matter how hard you may cry about it. Discussions about who deserves what or who hasn’t earned whatever are discussions that are bound to last for an eternity. Tell me, Jamie - when Xavier Williams talked about you not deserving anything, did that stop you? Did that stop you from reaching towards that crown after you were wrongfully denied of it? Did him saying that prevent you from reaching any further? What about when every single noble warrior who stepped up to the plate to stake their claim as champion? What about when Pizza Boy was told by Lannister that he couldn't even lace his boots? Or hell - even Chris Elite when he was told by DEDEDE that he didn’t deserve to be in the same ring as him and was only brought for the money? Did that stop any of them? This situation isn’t any different from those, Jamie, and at the end of the day…..when I claim that championship for myself, who’s going to remember that I costed Elite? Who’s going to remember the fact that injured fourteen staff members in a blind rage after my failure? Who is going to give a single damn about what I did beforehand? Certainly not these people, not these fans or the history books. But individuals like you who hang onto another man’s faults without even taking a glimpse at their own….because what’s the difference of me costing Elite and you holding his best friend hostage to barely escape by the skin of your teeth? As a matter of fact - isn’t that exactly what has brought you here? By ANY means necessary? You’ll complain about me going to Kenny Drake to ask for my match or “pissed” to stand where I stand today but there isn’t a shred of differentiation when compared to how you hurt your own tag team partner, when you were at the top of the tag team division. Is what I’m doing any different? When you injured your brother in arms in order to move on to bigger and better things, was that not a means to an end? Isn’t your entire motto that you are willing to do anything to keep that reign, that ecstatic glory and legacy alive, no matter the cost? That’s why you hurt your own friend in the most cold-hearted act of the century.That’s why you hurt the woman you loved to retain that title and hold it on for even more days than before. That’s why you were willing to hold another grown man hostage, preying on the emotions of his best friend to barely escape by the skin of your teeth.

In truth, can you really blame a man for doing whatever it takes?

You aren’t any different, O’Hara….hypocrite. You’ll complain about me bitching, moaning, and whining to be in the match but I ask you this - when I screwed Elite over in his championship match, was it any different from you resorting to using his best friend to barely escape out of that match through the skin of your teeth? Is that any different from when you had to use Cameron in order to beat TLA at Ground Zero? I may have drew with Chris Elite but at the very least, that is a shit ton better than being a pussy ass bitch and hiding using another man’s friendship. My point being…..we aren’t any different, Jamie. So stop trying to play the facade as if we are. The cycle of history favores opportunists, just like you and me. It doesn't favor limp-wristed unambitious wrestlers who pussyfoot around and don't force themselves into the fray, and my question is: Are you one of those wrestlers? Are you a benevolent king who waits around in his throne for the next challenger? Are you someone who actively seeks out the competition or rests on his laurels whilst fighting what he considers “mediocre competition?” Maybe a simpler question: Are you the king who waits for the war…..or seeks it out? The thing is, Jamie, is what I’m trying so hard to understand but I’m failing to get at: You call me and Chris two men who you are galaxies beyond from. Men who aren’t even worth a single bead of sweat dropping from your forehead, men who aren’t worth the paper we signed our contracts on. You complain about the “sub-standard” competition on Voltage and how there are “low standards” to be considered a challenger to the status quo - but if you really thought that, wouldn’t you have jump ship from this brand a long time ago? Wouldn’t you have gone up to Ryan Adams’ office and tell him that you didn’t want to be on this brand anymore, to hell with everyone on it and go and find serious threats to your competition? If you really believed from that bullshit coming out from your mouth, then you would have be gone from our sight a long, long time ago. But yet, you’re still here. You’re still here and you’re going to be in Brooklyn where you’ll be forced to face me in a match you don’t even want to be in. You’re clinging onto this story that I don’t deserve to be talked about by you, that I don’t deserve to be facing you for the fourth time in one year, especially not for the World Heavyweight Championship, but there have been countless - and I do mean countless - stories of men who didn’t deserve shit and yet still were afforded opportunities that they could only dream of: Y2Impact at Road to Redemption 2. He didn’t deserve to be in that World Championship match but in the end he took that son of a bitch, or Mr. DEDEDE at Road to Redemption 4. He didn’t deserve to be in that EAW Championship match and yet he still won everything. And this talk of deserving, of earning….it’s all a fucking chore, and quite frankly? I don’t give a shit about that entitled battle you want. I don’t care whether you think you deserve it or not, I don’t care who you’re going to face nor do I care about the moment, the time, the place that you’ll be facing whoever the fuck he is. You’ll say that you hate giving out oxygen to speak about me, that I don’t deserve this match because I lost, and yet I still stand here. I’ll be facing you, and I think that’s what irks you the most of all: Not the fact that I’ve called you a hypocrite. Not the fact that I’ve continuously denied your beliefs and stood defiant against everything you ever thought. Not even when I hurt your precious beloved one did it hurt you the most…..I’m wagering that now, as you see me as a flea on your back, that’s what irks you the most. You can’t stand the fact that you’re facing me, AGAIN. “OH BOY, HE LOST, HE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE! HE SHOULDN’T BE FIGHTING ME AGAIN!” Really? TLA lost, why did he get two more chances already after his first one? Xavier Williams lost, why did he get another chance at Pain for Pride? Two of the, lost clean, didn’t they? They lost to you clean, and yet by somehow through the ways of magic, they found themselves against you again, but somehow I’m a different case here? You’re going insane over the fact that I’m standing where in your eyes, I shouldn't be. You’re aggravated because I’ve defied every expectation that you thought I’d never meet and I arrive at a pivotal moment in time where it is of utmost importance that you walk out of Brooklyn Heights still the World Heavyweight Champion. You want to brush me aside, sweep me under the rug like I’m nothing - but as long as there is conviction to my words, and believe me, there is….as long as there is a fire in every fiber of my being, as long as the bloodshot eyes of The Raven are able to pierce through you like a dagger and I’m still breathing and kicking, then I will NEVER stop my chase.

But you’re right….it doesn’t matter ultimately how close I came to defeating you. It doesn’t matter how close or far you were from the ropes because in the history books it’s already been etched as you having defeated me. But me? I don’t rest on that pole anymore. I don’t hang onto the belief of “almost” - I hang onto the conviction within me that says I can look at you dead in the eye, and tell you that at Brooklyn Heights? It’s not the end of days. It’s not your fall, not your doomsday….it’s the day the Earth stood still as they watched The Raven with its regrown wings snatch you with its talons and drop you from those Brooklyn Heights down onto the pavement below. You think that a Kingslayer is going to stop my quest? Do you think that your words are holding me back? You’ll tell me to lay down, to quit, to stop while I have the chance but what you will fail to realize….what you will always fail to see is that me? I don’t give a shit about your dream. You’ll scoff. You’ll laugh. You’ll look at me in pity or whatever kind of expression you’ll put on but I won’t care. You‍’ll stand in disbelief at the very idea of a raven coming up to me and speaking to me, you’ll whine and cry over the fact you’re facing me for the third time in singles competition and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it except look into the eyes of a man who has lied. A man who has been turned hollow, his words made into nothing more than dust, an experience that left him shell-shocked, and now? He has something he has never had before and that’s true conviction within him, true conviction within his words and actions. You may very well be the World Heavyweight Champion until the day you die, but there’s one thing you will never be able to have compared to me and that’s satisfaction.

The satisfaction from the glory.

Because quite frankly - I don’t give a shit about your dream.

I’ll watch it crumble down along with you.

You know - I once held contempt for Jamie O’Hara giving an excuse about why he had to use Big Mike hostage, for saying he did it “for fun”. But now….as I experienced firsthand, I’ll admit he was right - because costing you the chance to become World Heavyweight Champion was indeed fun. It was one of the most gratifying experiences that I have felt in a long, good while. I enjoyed it as I showered in the outpour, the chorus of boos from the crowd as you and Bitch Mike looked towards me with the sweetest mixture of shock, anger, confusion, and disgust all rolled into one. I watched as your face twisted and turned, showing the face of a disappointed man as once more he let down not just himself, but these people…..oh, how I can’t wait to see that expression once more. That’s honestly, probably the saddest part of all this, Chris, to be honest with you - the fact that your victory over Ryan Adams, your victory over Mr. DEDEDE earning you that Gawd Contract….is, in simple terms, you. That victory IS Chris Elite. It defines you. It defines every waking moment from you, from the moment you wake up to the moment you get out of bed every morning to work and show the world just who “Gawd Given Greatness” is. It defines you on Voltage, it defines your entire career….and that’s it. There’s nothing more when it comes with you. Your one, singular victory over him has skyrocketed you to a position that you never thought you’d be able to reach - but Jamie’s right. That’s all it is, that’s all you are. A man with one lonesome victory and a piece of paper attached to his name, the true “Buster Douglas” of Elite Answers Wrestling. So, give me the answer to this, Chris: Who would you be without Mr. DEDEDE? Who would you be without Road to Redemption, without that fateful night? Who would you be? Would you still be Big Bhris? Gawd Given Greatness? The holder of the Gawd Contract? Would you even be in the same fucking room as people like me and Jamie? Yeah - that’s the question that will always be the most difficult for you, because you? You’re unable to grasp the concept, even the slightest notion that you aren’t who you perceive yourself to be. You can’t stand it when that self-perception of yourself folds away, when that braggadocious aura fades and people begin to question whether or not you’re really as great as you say you are. That’s why you’re always so pissy over people calling you a failure, or people mentioning those eight years of hardship and loss, because you’re inclined to believe in your own self-built image of your greatness that when it all crumbles? When your words are put to the test? You'll fall apart like nothing more than the Goddamn stick figure you are, because that is exactly who you are. A man who builds himself up far greater than for his own good, who talks the talk but knows jackshit about walking the walk. That’s what it all comes down to though, in the end. Who would you be, Chris? Where would you be without that victory, without that moment? Would you have been as successful as you are now? Would you have been so sure of yourself regardless of how many times you failed? Would that eight year-long journey turn to a decade, maybe even two? See….that‍’s my point. Without that victory, here’s who you’d be: Nothing. No one, from nowhere, with nothing to his name. Nothing. Without your win over Ryan Adams, you’re nothing more than the barebones of a competitor. I’m not discrediting your victory over him, not at all. All the respect in the entire world goes out for that win, but what I’m getting at is that you, Chris? You are a man who, without Ryan Adams, would have been left in a fucking ditch in the ground. That’s the cold, harsh reality about who you are Chris that you try your best to sugar coat yourself, building yourself up to be bigger than you could possibly ever be only to have that gigantic structure high up in the crowds sent down crash landing back to the surface. That victory is all you are, and without it?

You’d be a man struggling to find his feet on the fucking New Breed division.

You’d be a man who may very well be gifted in the ring but never given those opportunities to shine, and so he squanders.

No matter with the help from Big Mike, without that victory…...you are nothing.

Nothing.

That’s all you will be once we meet in that main event and I stare you into your eyes. I will be broken, bloodied, brutalized and battered but I will still crawl out and show the world just what exactly happens. Fire, brimstone, hell, blood, sweat, and tears. Every possible challenge….every obstacle I have ever faced? None compare to this. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to knock down two birds with one stone, a chance that only comes in times of life where everything lines up to be just perfect. You don’t have to believe that I talked to a raven. You don’t have to believe in my words. I’ve always enjoyed proving my beliefs with my fists, after all. I know that the moment I walk into that building in Brooklyn, New York, all hell will be set loose and I will be tasked with the most dangerous, most difficult task ever handed to me. Something unlike anything I’ve ever faced before, the opportunity of a lifetime - and I will be damned for the rest of my fucking life if I don’t make this shot.

From the ashes of the corpses of Gawd Given Greatness and the rust of the King of Bullets, comes something anew. From the fires, from the blood of my enemies comes…

The Raven King.

Lars smiles at the camera before it cuts to static. Fade to black.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 12:07 pm by **Tarah Nova**

The One Who Laughs Last---Iconic Cup
Promo Number Two

“You're advancing mercilessly, unprovoked and needlessly and I'll march you into the sea just to watch you drown in the end I am used to these black eyes, to be bruised, antagonized. But it overwhelms my mind to believe that I called you a friend This knife that's in my back keeps twisting, anxiety attacks. This is a battleground, I'm caught in the crossfire. My words are weaponry and I'm waiting patiently. You win the battle now but I will return the fire 'Cause I'd crawl on broken glass-- To be the one... This is a battleground, I'm caught in the crossfire My words are weaponry and I'm waiting patiently You win the battle now but I will return the fire 'Cause I'd crawl on broken glass To be the one who laughs last”

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Now before I begin of the real reason I’m opening my mouth, I must give a few claps for Andrea Valentine. See now there's the spark I was talking about. There's the fire in your eyes that set you apart from every single Other Woman in this match, Andrea. I knew it from day one when you appeared that you had it and you haven't disappointed me yet. I don't respect a lot of people but you, I have respect for and faith that one day you will be standing on top of the hill as a legend....but this week is not that time, kid. It's not time for you to beat the odds or certainly be called the “Winner Among of the Iconic Eight”. No. It's mine. I'm sorry to burst your bubble but no matter what you say or how truly fuckin good you may be in that ring, Andrea, you are no match for me. I have been fighting for this division since before you had the desire to lace up a pair of wrestling boots. Now I'm not gonna sit here and say all this shit to you. Why? Because I have bigger fish to fry then you. Maybe one day in the future we can finally have our one on one match, Blondie but till then, my words are needed elsewhere.

And they are needed here, against you: Cloudyass. Now first let me just laugh and say; this isn't the Epic Rap Battles of EAW History. This isn't some joke that you seem to be making it into. This is a match against Me and seven of women to determine who is the most Iconic bitch here and what do you do? You turn you flap top hat to its side and attempt to spit rhymes like your an Blasian Emine? Nah, dude. I'm not having that. God, Just attempting to listen to you try and burn me was a waste of my time and yours. pathetic . Now here you go, Cloud, here's a fuckin’ idea just for you: How about instead of acting like a rapper, you act like a wrestler and fight? That, in my eyes, would be an AMAZING idea! But of course, you won’t. You will only hide behind your words like the scared bitch you are. You joked about how I don’t matter? Well like me spit some BIG FAX at you right here and now. Who was the person that single handedly rebuilt this division? ME! Who was the woman that held this place up while Heartbreak Gal and Cameron Ella Ava left to follow their dreams to hold the male’s titles? Again, Me. Tarah Jay Nova. I am a legend and only due to being in the Hall of Fame. I am a Legend because I am the reason this Division still has a leg to stand but that's right, you don’t care. You still try to make it sound like everything I have done and continue to fuckin’ do means nothing but...I think when you say those words as you're staring at yourself in the mirror and IF I could bet my career on it; I bet it kills you that I am held so high up in this Company. You want to be in my place and it kills you that it's taking you so fuckin’ long to make it. I mean yeah you held the Specialist Championship. [Tarah slowly claps her hands together] Great job for you, Crabcakes. And like we both mentioned before: you lost it to me and that bothers you still to this day. Well guess what will happen again at Iconic Cup? You, on your back getting pinned against the mat after getting the biggest RUDE AWAKENING of your life. See, you don’t deserve this win. I don’t even care if the GAWD HIMSELF believes that you deserve it, I’m not letting it happen. This is like saying April Song deserves to win because Chelsea Crowe believes in her but we ALL know that's not happening either. Cloud, you of all people know what I can do in that ring. You know how hard hitting and how fast I am and yet, you still try to mock me like I’m Azumi Goto or Savannah Sunshine. Yeah, I am nothing like them, get that through your thick head. I’m not them. I’m not anymore but myself meaning me one of the best and it makes me laugh that you over and over again attempt to get under my skin. Like man, if I had a dollar for everytime you tried this attack on me, I would be rich. Cloud, you need to understand that my skin is thick and my teeth are sharp and I’m ready to rip you apart. I don’t care if I’m a Captain of a sinking ship; I can just swim to shore and still beat your ass. So please, I beg of you, continue to fire shots after shots and blows after blows because we both know, I’m going to stand back up and hit you ten times harder each and every damn time.

But even when I say that, you never learn. You continue to diss me all because of me saying you weren't ready for BloodLetter and even before then. Nah, see, back than, before ALL of this; I knew you were trouble. I knew DEEP down that you were a two faced bitch who only wanted fame over everything. You say you miss Aria? Please, you would’ve done all that you could to mend the bridge to get back to her instead of burning it all to hell. You ended the friendship of a lifetime with her, not me. I didn’t steal her away and make you hate her, you did this all on your own. You wanted that Gold more than anything and you let it blind you. Now, you might crack a smile at me saying those words and you're right, I shouldn't be the one preaching at you about stabbing people in the back--I’ve done it to a few people in my career but I changed. I learned and I mended bridges. I evolved into not only a better person but a better wrestler because of it but you? You only got worse. Burn after burn you continue to fall into the dark abyss of failure. I mean its funny that you point out that fact that I’ve been losing and yeah, I have but atleast I have the backbone to stand up and admit to it. Also speaking of losing, you never fuckin learn do you? “Loser of a man whose losses rub off like stank” Bitch, you can come at me all you want but you throw my man into the mix...oh its game. Matsuda, it's time for more BIG FAX to be dropped. Yeah, he has been on a losing streak as of late but he hasn’t given up, has he? He hasn’t ran, tucking his tail between his legs like you have over the years. No, he stood up time and time again; continuing to fight his ass off in every match Dynasty and EAW has thrown at him. Matches like: Grand Rampage where he eliminated the most people last year. Another one was Territorial Invasion where he was in a war with CM Banks & a Divide and Conquer match AND won both. He has been through hell and back just like you but unlike you, He's going to come out a better man and be the last one standing against Nico to become the EAW Answers World Championship at Reckless Wiring..and that's something you can never do---Not with me standing in your way, Cloud. So like the quote my man said to you about good names always being in everyone else's mouth and how they hope they don’t choke on it the next time they decide to spit it out...well Cloud, I’m warning you here and now, you come at him again, it's not gonna be his name that makes you choke, It's gonna me my hands around your throat, bitch.

So to sum it up for you, Cloud: I’m not going to let you snake your way into the title scene. After all the hiding and bullshit you have done, you don’t deserve it and deep down you know I’m right. I’ve been right all along but of course,you won’t listen to me. Frankly, I’m not shocked to say the least, but no matter, I’ll still here to prove you wrong in that ring when we meet off. And even if I prove you wrong this week, I know our two way dance is far from over. I’d be a fool like you if I truly thought it was. I mean, am I okay with beating your ass over and over again? Eh personally, its practice for me for when others get in my way. See, that's all you are, Cloud. Just practice for bigger and better people. Remember that.

Oh and as for the others? April Song; the blind Songblind that doesn’t see the strings hanging from her limbs. Azumi Goto; the self obsessed ‘Ace’ of Empire who doesn’t know her head from her own ass. Savannah Sunshine; The walking disappointment who should be working on the corner by ToysRUs instead of wrestling in EAW. Daisy Thrash; The wannabe Zach Crash Rebel girl who actually believes she's something more than trash---Oh and Revy; the drunk guns-woman who rather talk shit and threaten to come for a Legend than shoot for the level she’s meant to be on--the bottom one. Yeah, no matter how hard any of you fight, none of you are going to be the winners and I think it’s truly time for you to realize that. The games are over. The fun has ended. I am done with all of your whining and complaining about who should be where and in a match like this...but really, I mean at the end of this all, only one can stand as the most Iconic of the all...and it will be me.

BELIEVE THAT.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 11:41 am by **Darkane**

Reckless Wiring II

I couldn't possibly understand what Jon McAdams has gone through.

Don't underestimate me! For I am Jon McAdams damnit! I have busted my ass constantly for a year and a half now! I've dealt with persistent nagging injuries and I'll piss and moan until the cows come home if I have to in order for Darkane to recognize the strenuous trials and tribulations I've gone through! You mean just like everyone else who has been here the past year and a half? Should I be impressed? Should I lay down a welcoming red carpet for you to stroll merrily upon when your music hits at Reckless Wiring just because you feel that you are owed this opportunity only for the mere fact that you feel like you've paid your dues, what about the plethora of other opportunities you've had at capturing titles? The Interwire, the New Breed and now you want me to throw you a fucking bone when you've had chance after chance, all of these glorious opportunities to strike gold pissed away in the blink of an eye. You stand there like a statue with your chest puffed out, still trying to make a name for yourself after a year in a half while I already have a distinctive reputation which didn't take me very long to assemble. That's the difference between you and I Jon. You're always trying, always reinventing yourself for an attempt at a greater good. You're always trying to be noticed, to garner the attention from the masses, to have all eyes glued on you, to make sure that your name is in the limelight and you have your moment in the sun. And yet, it never quite comes to fruition, does it? You're jumping up and down and flailing your arms about like a monkey, screaming aloud: LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! I deserve to be noticed! I've poured blood, sweat, and tears into this company! But the thing is Jon, you don't need my eyes on you, you need your eyes on you. You need to realize what you are and what your rank is. You need to realize that maybe just maybe all of this growth you speak of, has stunted and now you are what you are now: a smoldering pile of shit whose flame has been doused and put out. All of the wars you've gone through, the feuds, for better or for worse resulted in diddly squat and you ended up jumping ship to Dynasty as a result. Why? Did you get sick of grabbing the shortest straw on Voltage? Were you sick of walking away empty-handed time after time? Did you grow tired treading down every single path only to meet a dead end? I think in part you wanted change, you wanted to end the misery that feasted upon your mind like some sort of cancer. So you kamikazed yourself straight into the razor-sharp teeth of Dynasty and got shredded by Scott Oasis, who to his credit almost ended your career. I'll give you points for coming back from that injury, that showed resolve and perseverance. Some men would have hanged them up and called it a day but no, you wanted to prolong your suffering by setting your sites on me. That's your choice but don't throw a hissy fit when the dominoes don't fall in place come Reckless Wiring.

How dare I have the sheer audacity to demean Jon McAdams!

You know where I love residing the most? In the minds of feeble weaklings and right now I'm smack dab in the middle of yours. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out either. What's the matter? Did I strike a few nerves inside of you Jon? Do I make you sweat bullets? Do I make you fumble your words in a measly attempt to defend yourself and your namesake? You know, it's pretty comfy in here albeit empty and the best part about it is that you know I'm here. I'm like a miniscule mosquito buzzing right inside of your ear but instead of swatting it away with your hand, you cry wolf, you whine, you stomp your feet angrily, you shake your balled fists in a furious attempt to sell yourself to me. You're a 5'11" baby, but I'm not going to change your skidmarked diaper, I'm not going to feed you applesauce airplane style, I'm not going to burp you or sing you a nursery rhyme, I'm not going to rock you to sleep, I'm going to show you why my track record is what it is, why it is no fluke that I am the most dominant Hardcore Champion in EAW history, you want to come waltzing onto my territory just to weep forth a waterfall of tears as to why you belong? Bitch, please. Stop trying to prove yourself to me, it's falling on deaf ears, prove something to yourself instead, respect is earned, I'm not going to just shell it out like somebody handing free samples of brand new burning hot lava cookies in the back of a grocery store. The only thing you have proved to me thus far is that you can't take criticism well and you've proven to me that you have thin skin. I don't care if you know what a hardcore match is, I don't care what you've gone through, the fact of the matter is you haven't had to defend this title for five months on end. That's not me complaining, that's me spitting the truth. You can't handle the truth can you Jon? You can't handle the fact that this no good, treacherous drunk with no morals and no ethics is proudly above you. You're chasing me, not the other way around and you hate that. It grinds you on the inside so much so that I can hear the gears shrieking against each other. I love that I can smear my championship in your maw and you have NO choice but to accept it.

You chastise me for repeating the same dribble as others, yet you do the exact same to me, by claiming that I can’t fight without weapons or skewed rules. So many other charlatans have said the same thing. Well, I am the Hardcore Champion so duh, it’s fairly obvious that they would put me in hardcore matches. What do you expect? Welcome to the hardcore realm, if you’re not using weapons you’re clearly doing something wrong, but yeah you’re right I needed weapons to beat The Pizza Boy, who I beat cleanly, I needed weapons to beat Ryan Marx who I beat cleanly, early on in my EAW infancy mind you, I needed weapons to beat Jacob Senn who I beat cleanly and the list goes on. I think you're just throwing shit at the wall to see if it'll stick. You're up in arms on how to get through to me, on how to break me, yet you're crumbling where you stand. You'll get your chance at Reckless Wiring to try and break me, but like Scott Diamond who is gone, like Ahren Fournier who ran off to voltage, like Hurricane Hawk who is gone, and like Maddox Ayres who is floundering on the card and can't even win a fan vote to compete for the Big Bhris Bhampionship whatever the fuck that is, but it's all just a chance isn't it? And they all failed with flying colors. You can make me bleed an ocean all you want, but until your hand is raised in victory, you're just a pretender. You're all foam and no beer, but the fact that you don't desire this title and that you only desire me tells me a lot about you, Jon. It punctuates the fact that you are desperate for my approval. Do you want to know why people call me a legend in the making and a true rising star? It’s because I don’t change for anybody, I don’t kick and scream and toot my own horn to get recognition like you do. What you see is what you get. If you don’t like it? My give-a-fuck-o-meter rests at zero. If you don’t like the way I do things, my give-a-fuck-o-meter rests at zero. It’s plain and simple. I don’t need the attention of others to boost my morale. I’m my own grave worm and that’s always the way it has been and that’s always the way it will be. If you think that puts a ceiling on myself then that’s your prerogative but the fact remains that I’m still a champion with a reputation as a barbaric, ruthless individual with no regards for others and as you stand, you're a titleless, scrawny, whinebag who is his own worst enemy.

But wait one second, you’re better than this title aren’t you? You’ve even come from a high society and you’ve dined with the richest! Gasp! I mean, that’s so amazing, I could never imagine competing against somebody who dines with bigoted megalomaniacs, someone who preaches a sophisticated way of life; someone who eats caviar with their pinky raised. Oh, wait, yeah, I have, some schmuck named Reginald Dampshaw the third. He thumbed his nose at me just like you did and he got sent out of this company faster than the piss that runs down your leg after I was done with him. You’re cut from the same cloth as he is. Now before you get all angsty AGAIN, you’ve accomplished more than he has, I’m not that naive, but to give the Hardcore Championship the cold shoulder isn't exactly the brightest move on your part considering as I said before you direly need it. I really hope that you don't suffer from Ahren Fournier syndrome because he too didn't give a shit about this title. He wanted to be noticed by the higher-ups in this company without putting in the necessary work and I made him pay dearly for it. I hate to break it to you, but you've only been on Dynasty for a month now and while you may feel that you have earned this opportunity which you haven't, the fact of the matter is you needed a fucking fan vote to catapult you into this match. You should consider this match a clean slate, count your lucky stars, for it may be your last hoorah before you finally throw your hands up in the air and bolt from this company. It's funny how you act like you're the only one who has gone a year into this company without breaks. I'd advise you to take one look at the fiend across the ring at Reckless Wiring and gaze into the eyes of a madman who himself has been through the fiery caverns of hell and back, do you see me complaining? Nah, I enjoy it, I enjoy the ride, I enjoy the rush. I enjoy every single defense of this title because, with every defense, it cements my legacy that much more and more and more, yet you're going to take me into hardcore hell! I should be quivering in my boots! I should be pulling my hair out of its roots! I should be slitting my wrists until blood bubbles out before my very eyes! Newsflash, Jon:

I am hardcore hell.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 8:59 am by **Sakuya ⚓ Goto**

Iconic Cup Number 1
"Front Pacific Voyager" Sakuya Goto vs. Nicolette Lyons

So here we go, the comeback tour continues onward to Brooklyn. I think two wins and one loss is a pretty good record if I say so myself. Let’s make that three wins now, shall we? And I guess my opponent as already started this whole war of words. Miss Nicolette Lyons has said quite a lot but how much has she really said to be true? Saying that I got here because of Azunee, and how I used her legacy to get here. I feel like Consuela now, hearing people talking about my sister even they are facing me. Maybe it’s just a thing that American wrestlers do?

(Sakuya shrugs her shoulders and continues to speak.)

There’s some truth to that, Lyons. People thought of me as only Azumi Goto’s younger sister and that’s about it but that was then and now. I’ve created my own image as The Front Pacific Voyager. The thought of that, it feels nice. To know that people know for who are and not who you’re related to. It’s honestly a great feeling, probably the best thing ever! I’m no longer just Sakuya Goto, younger sister of Azumi Goto. I’m The Front Pacific Voyager. I conquered all terrain to be what I am today. Like a sailor, I am adapting to any weather, any condition and any circumstances. I am taking that philosophy into my wrestling way. I made the name for myself in Japan and I was doing pretty good back there. But I am a sailor, I am an adventurer who always wants something new in my life. I always want to get outside my comfort zone and do something new and interesting to try. America is the place and I am stepping my foot in this place with a wish I can conquer the western soil and make a great experience for my wrestling resume. It went pretty well too but I need to do more. I kind of disagree to be called a young lioness since that term supposed to be someone with minimum experience just like my opponent right now. I have much much more experience in this ring to be called a young lioness. I might be 22 years old but I have all the experience for four years and already decorated champion. Well, I guess it can't be helped. Lyons might be shocked to face me, a young lioness with thousand experiences and know exactly how to wrestle. Can't blame her, I am just doing my job to wrestle. There will be consequences, but hey, it's all yours.

Lyons can be proud with all she's got, she's basically can buy anything just as fast as flicking fingers. But one thing she can't buy and that is an experience when you fight on that squared circle. Do anything with that money when you face me, I am pretty sure all your money will help you nothing. Meanwhile, I have what it takes to prepare myself for this match. And THAT is what takes me here. I am here not because I carry the same last name with someone who is already been here. I have nothing to offer but my in-ring skill and finesse and here I am, I am in the big league of America called EAW. I am just lucky I shared a company with my sister who is already here before me. But hey, that's us... I've been told to keep the heritage of the name of Goto wherever I go and until now, I am still carrying it because my pride lies within that name. I am a second child and I am a married woman. I supposed to use my husband's last name and leave my maiden name. But no, this Goto name will always be here forever. All the legacy, hardwork and dedication for this business are walking side by side with it. Both Azumi and I are sharing the same vision but that doesn't mean we are relying each other. Azumi has her own path and so have I. This match has nothing to do with Azumi. This is about you and me!

So yeah, there's nothing I have to be jealous of you. Speaking of money, my family comes from an upper class and we live in pretty luxurious life. But what makes me different with Lyons that I have responsibility to live with my own foot. I can be a spoiled brat just like Lyons but I am just thinking that those kinds of lifestyle will bring you nowhere. Hey, it's proven now. I am living far away from home to go to Tokyo and find my own experience and it was worth it. Now I feel like I am a strong person and I am ready to take on anyone who become my roadblock, just like all those ships cruising through a big and tough wave but still keep on sailing. In this match, I might be called a Young Lioness but in reality, I am more than capable to hit that ring and have my victory. Trust me, Lyons. I've been in this kind of match for too many times and I have no pressure at all for this. You are just my opponent that I can believe that will be beaten and yeah... that's it. The pressure is on you, honestly. I really look forward to see you in that ring and see if you can keep up with me. I'm not shocked if you can't though. You are not alone... You are not the first one that I am going to beat in the middle of that ring. But no matter how tough you are, the ship will keep voyaging straight through it and eventually, I will conquer all the waves lies ahead of me!

SAIL ON!!

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 6:58 am by **Megan Raine**

I truly, truly expected better from the two of you.

However in saying that, what I have heard doesn’t exactly shock me either.

Oh, where to begin?

Zakkii, let’s start with you. Listen sweetheart, the only reason all of your opponents - whether it’s myself and Consuela or anybody else you’ve fought in the past couple of years - continuously mention your past failures is because that is all we have to go off. I’ve asked you this a couple of times now and yet I have not heard a response out of you. What the fuck else do you have to bring to the table to this match? Do I have to go off the belief of you walking away from this Triple Threat match this weekend as the EAW Specialists Champion just because you said so? You’ve brought up the 20 losses you’ve had on big events, and to me that would indicate a change out of you but honestly I’ve heard the same shit from you that you’ve been saying for months. That this is finally your time; that this match will be the one where you finally get across the line before anybody else and walk out with your head held high and a championship held higher. You have recognized your failures over the past couple of years and that’s great. Admitting to your problem is the first step, but what are you doing to fix it? Zakkii, you are currently in the middle of the definition of insanity and you just can’t seem to find your way out. It’s too late for you I’m afraid. It’s too late for you to climb out of the hole you dug for yourself, no matter what epiphany you might have had over time. Hell if you’ve had these thoughts for this long and you haven’t done something about it, perhaps that should spell out something for you. It is also too late for somebody to save you, and it’s too late for a redemption story. All anybody is ever going to remember of Haruna Sakazaki is that you were a bust in this women’s division, and after this Triple Threat match, that fact will be officially set in stone.

I’m sorry but did you just say you’re an individual that can continue to adapt to everything surrounding you? Are you trying to make me laugh?! What exactly have you adapted to since you were last relevant three years ago, Zakkii? Please answer me that question. You said it yourself - 20 losses at big events. Yeah, that sure is evidence of you adapting to the environment alright. And again, you’re looking at me and calling me ordinary when I am staring you right in the face on top of the god damned mountain here on Empire. I am looking down at you Haruna and I am watching you attempt to reach my level but you ultimately cannot, no matter how many times you try. You can’t see something special in me and for that very reason is why you will fail. Let me give you a little bit of advice, Zakkii, and honestly if I were you I would feel awful receiving advice from a woman who hasn’t even been in this division for a full year and has already passed you with flying colours. When you enter a big match like this the next time you may have one, do not EVER call your opponents ordinary because we know that you’re fucking lying. I can tell just by listening to you that when you say that I am ordinary, it’s really your insecurities whacking out inside of yourself. Let’s face it Zakkii, you know deep down within yourself that this championship… it’s something you want and it’s something you need, but it’s not something you are able to attain and you know why?

It’s because you’re not fucking good enough.

You have never been good enough.

You will NEVER be good enough.

So you can save the inspirational speech for somebody that gives a shit about you, because I quite frankly don’t and I never will. And despite the differences between Consuela and I, I know for a fact she doesn’t care about it either. Again, this match should be between myself and her and not with the addition of you. You may say that you will keep standing and keep fighting and keep giving it everything you can until you finally get what you might think you deserve, but that is what insanity is and I said that just before. You know who else said that exact same thing to me? Azumi Goto, and look what happened to that bitch. She thought she could dethrone me on my first defence of this belt but she learned a tough lesson that night and that is this: it doesn’t matter how much self-confidence or belief you have in yourself, when you travel into the eye of The Storm, you’re going to get blown away. The same fate will await you at The Iconic Cup, Zakkii.

So keep preparing for this Triple Threat match, my sweet little sushi roll. Keep training, keep your head where it should be mentally because at the end of the night, you’ll soon come to realize that it was all just a complete waste of your time, just like your entire career here in EAW.

You know Consula, you’re not the DUMBEST person on the planet, but you sure as shit better hope that he doesn’t die. It seems that every time you open your fucking mouth it triggers the hell out of me. Man, do you piss me the hell off.

So allow me to dissect your every damn word and prove to you, and to everybody else, once again why you Avas are the scum of the earth.

Yawn? You’re yawning? You’re fucking yawning?! Are you kidding me right now? God, this is exactly the reason why you will not match up with me the way you think you will at The Iconic Cup. I’m here listening to your every word and it’s the same shit you’ve thrown at me for weeks, god damn it. You are just completely incapable of throwing anything new or different at me and the reason you cannot do this is because you know just as well as I do that between the two of us, the only truth being said are the words coming out of my mouth, not yours. Excuses, huh? No, straight facts honey. What is it about the idea of people not giving a damn about me that makes you so invested in using it against me as ammunition? You’re shooting blanks at me, Consuela. People do give a damn about me, but truthfully I don’t give a damn about any of them. You wanna know a champion that nobody gave a shit about? Look at yourself. The first time you held that championship you didn’t even hold it a full month. Sure, when you won it off Brody Sparks at Pain For Pride X the ovation you received was unmatched. You defeated the greatest EAW Specialists Champion this company had ever seen, and after 25 days, people learned that it was a fluke victory when you dropped it to April Song. And yeah, sure, you won it back. I mean hell, you went on to have the belt for an additional 108 days. You bring up the fact that I have defended the championship once in the past 54 days? What about you, you fucking hypocrite? You defended against Astraea Jordan, then what? You didn’t defend that shit until Bloodletter in a Fatal 4 Way that you were pretty much lucky to win because you were in the right place at the right time. And THEN another month later you dropped it to yours truly. I mean, real prestigious Consuela. Oh, big props to you sweetheart. You sure were a better champion then what I will ever be.

You see how condescending I just sounded then? That’s you. That’s how you sound to me. Talking about how I haven’t done a damn thing with this belt when you know damn well and in fact, better than anybody, that building a reputation with this championship if you’re planning to be the champion for a long, long tenure takes a lot of time. So, the only different thing you were able to offer me was just thrown back into your face with cold, hard facts. You should be used to hearing that from me now though, right? Facts? It’s all I ever give you. I only ever give you the truth, Consuela. I’ve never once lied to you, or tried to spin a story in my favour to use against you. No, it’s only been the truth. It’s been the truth in the lead up to King of Elite and it’s been the truth now in the lead up to The Iconic Cup. You, on the other hand, much like the majority of this women’s division, HAVE to spin a story because that’s all you bitches know how to do. And that is why I constantly say I am the most real woman up and down Empire and the fact that not a single one of these bitches agree with that fact just proves it more and more.

So, here I am. Without a single loss since November I am entering this Triple Threat match in my second championship defence of my career against two former EAW Specialists Champions at what is probably Empire’s biggest show they’ve held to date. If that’s not upping my game then I don’t know what is, Consuela. Perhaps you and your two successful defences with this belt in your whole career can enlighten me a little bit.

Why do we keep going back to your damn Cleaning Crew? I am absolutely in awe of how you are so confused by the wrestling term, “clean” when that is your entire fucking gimmick. Here, allow me to provide you the definition.

Clean finish: a match ending without cheating or outside interference, usually in the center of the ring.

Yes, I did in fact attack your precious Cleaning Crew, but I had no other fucking choice did I? They, in fact, provoked me into attacking them. If I had two old hags out there trying to intervene on my behalf to prevent you from winning a match, you’d do the same damn thing right? Your mind was in two places at once, and so was mine, so what does that tell you? I had to focus on trying to defeat you without worrying about one of your slaves trying to cost me my damn dream. And, against those odds, I did do that. I did defeat you. I did win that championship. So yeah, you should have been focused on defeating me but I can understand why your mind was in two places at once, but surely you’re not so blind to see why my mind was in two places at once too. And now that you know the exact definition of the wrestling term, “clean,” now you can stop using this fucking pity argument against me.

Once again, I used facts to throw an argument back into your face. Please tell me you’re sensing the same pattern I am here.

So, with all that said, I don’t need to hear anymore from you unless you’re going to give me something different. If I recall correctly, I asked you to do the same at the end of the week for King of Elite too. And once again, here we are. At the end of another week only a day or two from our match, challenging you to do the same thing. If you’re able to provide me with something new without putting a spin on it like you constantly do, then I will gladly listen. But from where I’m at right now, I don’t need to hear anymore out of your shitty mouth, Consuela. Face it, sweetheart. You’re not defeating me at The Iconic Cup. Maybe after your loss you can go back to Spain with your Cleaning Crew and start up a local business in the streets of Valencia. There you can be worried about all of your maids and be nurturing and caring an all that sappy bullshit. Meanwhile, I’ll be over here building myself up to become the greatest EAW Specialists Champion that ever walked the face of planet earth.

And when you’re back in Spain running your cleaning business, perhaps you can spend your time polishing yourself every morning, because Consuela if you were an inanimate object, you’d be a participation trophy.

The storm is coming…

THE STORM IS HERE.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 5:43 am by **Jamie O'Hara**

Is it because I’m bitter about this situation?

Jealous of your powers?

Or maybe it’s just because I truly expected better from you, Chris?

The latter is most certainly true. I’ve gone through more shit than having to beat two pretenders like you and Grier; it isn’t so much of an complaint, it’s just that I did expect better. I expected someone who thinks they’re actually good in this company to not rely on handicapping his opponent. It doesn’t help my disappointment in you in the fact that you’ve exercised that contract more in four months than he did in the two or so years he has had it. Maybe I’m alone in this but certainly giving yourself every advantage as possible doesn’t convince people that you’re competent as champion; all it does is fuel the belief that has remained here, spoken by everyone in the locker room, that you’re just a one hit wonder who is going to fizzle out sooner rather than later. I think I can safely speak for everyone else that someone who believes that they have “Gawd Given Greatness”, wouldn’t need a crutch to be successful. Let's talk about Shock Value, let’s talk about Voltage. Competitive is about the greatest compliment I can pay you because you absolutely were. Didn’t give in, didn’t throw it away when it got tough. You balled your fists up and you kept swinging like a little top ledge! Ultimately, this is a game on inches. And I said it to Grier, I’ll say it to you: As long as I’m still the World Heavyweight Champion, there isn’t anything you can cling to. Saying I fear you? Doesn’t exactly work when I had TLA telling me I feared him after Cameron injected herself and costed him the win; that fear, some four weeks later, resulted in me walking out of the Elimination Chamber champion. If every cunt who said they “pushed me to my limit” was actually worth anything more than overachieving in this business, then I would have lost this title a long, long time ago. Did I get a touch desperate at Shock Value? Perhaps but I make no apologies for going to such a distance to secure a victory. But again, this tiresome rhetoric was spun when Grier faced me at King of Elite and when Fournier faced me on Voltage; this idea that I’m no longer the same person I was seven months ago at Pain For Pride, nor the man I was when I took this title. Not as good, not as skillful; lazy in the mind, body and soul. However, both men were left laying on their backs defeated. You know how I said that victory proves everything you say right at the start? You’re spinning the same line that every single dropkick cunt has spun and maybe someday, using something as generic and dull as “fear” will get someone the win but I think by this point I’ve washed away enough challengers to know that whatever fear they think I have - fear of losing the title, fear of not being able to beat them - means basically nothing. You can fall back on this idea that being in your hometown gives you a mental edge. The roaring crowd of love and support, the bitterness and hatred for myself. The whole “hometown advantage” thing is quite a myth; it’s a placebo effect that doesn’t really do much else but create an illusion that you’re capable of doing more, doing better. Ultimately, you’re still bound by the skills, the talent you had one city over, two states over, on the other side of the world. Sure, when they clap, stamp their feet and chant your name there’s a slight adrenaline rush that flows through your body, urging you to get back to your feet but it doesn’t carry you to victory Chris. A line often thrown about in sports is this idea of the hometown getting their champions home in the thrilling closing minutes of a game...but that’s merely admitting that they’re incapable of doing it on the field. This is the greatest game of inches, Chris. No matter how close you were to beating me, you haven’t. Being a top tier talent? Requires you do more than just get close. Once more, like I told Grier, being an inch or a mere second away, is about as far as from here to another planet because in the end? It didn’t fucking matter.

Do you know what I did going into Shock Value, Chris?

I didn’t undermine your victory over Ryan Adams.

You were proud of it. Only the second time in your entire career you could be proud of something, and that itself isn’t intended to be a sledge but rather - let’s drop the charade for a second - it’s me being brutally honest. But I called it a Buster Douglas moment and I still call it that. Sure you can see it as your moment being tarnished but nobody took anything away when Douglas defeated Tyson. Nobody tried to make an excuse for the unthinkable becoming a reality. But in the end, you can only call it as you see it. See, defeating Ryan Adams doesn’t suddenly make you great. One victory doesn’t make you great. One single moment does not make you great - it makes you merely a fleeting memory that will soon enough die out in everyone’s minds, only remembered in the crumbling, weathered history books. I respect you for what you accomplished that night, Chris. All the respect in the fucking world. But I’m not going to sit here and think that because you had one grand victory four months ago, you’re entitled to be heralded as my undoing, my doomsday as Grier likes to call it. To be great? You look at me, more than any other active talent today including the man you defeated. I have been and still am unrivaled at this point for over a full year. You can have this adorable little narrative that you and I are on the same level and I don’t need to repeat it, twist it into something else that favours me. In the last twelve months I’ve been in the number two spot of the single most historic event EAW has had - a night I walked in and walked out the World Heavyweight Champion. Undefeated - unpinned, unsubmitted - for almost a full calendar year, creeping ever so closely to breaking Jaywalker’s record. A year where I won Elitist of the Year convincingly and a year where I won an award for being the fucking best at the very thing we’re doing right now. I’ve reigned for THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE DAYS. There are multi-time World Champions who collectively have less days than me. Soon enough, I’ll be eclipsing reigns within the top ten of all time longest reigns. And in all that, I made more history with the World Heavyweight Championship than anyone else has made in a very, very long time. Well before I even entertained joining this company. You can twist the narrative to suit you Chris. You can sell yourself on this belief that until one of us beats the other inside that ring, that the world isn’t going to know who is on a greater level than the other. But you only have to look at what I’ve accomplished to see that there isn’t a discussion at all. Bitter truth is Chris, you’re absolutely fucking nothing compared to me. Because give me something more than just beating Mr. DEDEDE. The ONE arrow you have in your quiver because fuck, after all these months of firing them off trying to hit a target you’ve missed every one of them. No, you’re going to repeat yourself, aren’t you? Tell me how close you were no matter how many times I say and prove that it doesn’t fucking matter how close you have ever gotten to beating me. You know what the funny thing is, Chris? I’ve already beaten you or did that match before RTR not matter? Are you that kind of bloke that cuts your history off at Road to Redemption anno domini? Truthfully it wouldn’t come as much of a shock but I should ask, if you are that dumb and that gutless, what makes it different? Why doesn’t that match matter? Lets just recap it in case your ego consumed it like a fat kid at a buffet. There wasn’t a sense of conjecture about it, there wasn’t any desperation, no dirty trick used. Nobody interfered, nobody else laid a finger on you, Chris. In the end, I nailed you in the face with multiple Kingslayers even after you had slumped to the canvas and were already seeing white fluffy birds flying around your head after just one. Not only in my mind are you not on my level, not only do the history books show that you are not on my level, this entire world has a reason to believe that you - Chris fucking Elite - are not on the level of Jamie fucking O’Hara.

I do find your hypocrisy delightful Chris. You talk yourself up to be something greater than I am. You talk yourself up to be the absolute star of this brand, of this company. Nobody comes close to touching you and you’ve sold yourself on this idea to the point where nothing I can or will say will actually be heard, instead swept away by your self-held belief of greatness. You asked me if I thought you were nothing more than a jobber, then why couldn’t I beat you in the same manner I would beat a Ryan Wilson or Nathan Fiora? Should ask something similar; if you are Gawd Given Greatness, then why couldn’t you make me say I Quit at Shock Value before I got desperate? If you surely are as great as you claim to be, why didn’t you beat me before Grier injected himself? Nah, don’t worry about answering those actually, lets focus on your deal with Grier, yeah? Grier injected himself into that match, why? I’m sure it’s because Lars Grier wants the glory of beating Jamie O’Hara for the title. Sure, becoming the World Heavyweight Champion is a phenomenal accomplishment, but imagine being the person who dethroned the greatest World Champion of all time? Lars took away your moment because he wants that glory to himself. What about you, Chris? Is beating me something that you want as much as becoming the World Heavyweight Champion? Or do you just want to be the World Champion by any means necessary? Because as much as I wanted to be the champion a year ago, I didn’t care how stacked the odds were against me - beaten up, carrying a limp, wounded - and I still overcame two great, great opponents and one of them wanted to do nothing more than take that glory away from me. I’ll even go a bit further; beating Xavier Williams and Matt Miles in a triple threat was more rewarding than any cash in against a wounded champion. You have a rare opportunity, Chris. You’ve positioned yourself to become the face of Voltage, undeniably. You have the confidence to stand tall as the very best - you believe it already - but you realise you need this title. But is anyone going to remember your victory on a night where my reign dies? Even in your hometown, the headline leaving the show is going to be “Lars Grier Ends O’Hara’s Reign”, not your special moment. You called it an obsession of yours to become the one to end everything I’ve accomplished but what if that isn’t the reality we’re faced with in Brooklyn? This business is something that nobody can ever truly anticipate and being so firm in your belief of victory results in disappointment more often than not. See, through everything I say Chris, I still give every opponent I face that credit, that sliver of a chance to beat me. Lars Grier is no different and has just as much of a chance at beating me as does anyone else who faces me. Can Lars Grier, whether he’s capable or not, be the one to face you? Are you will to allow the significance, the monumental achievement of ending my reign to go to someone else? Bragging rights and all?

Or does it have to be me? At any cost?

Just food for thought.

Re: EAW Promoz! March 1st 2018, 3:41 am by **Bhris Elite**

You know something Lars. We wouldn’t have to be in this situation if you learned how to pin right. It would just be you versus Jamie headlining the show in my hometown. Thanks to you though you cancerous cunt I abused my contract yet again and found a loop hole. Now you might have to compete in 2 matches (I doubt it so don’t worry). You fucked up not me, I wasn’t about to kick out of no spear I mean “RaVenBrEaK” off of a truck. You had one job and couldn’t even get it done. I know you’re getting tired of hearing that but hey the truth is the truth. Now I already know what to expect from you. The same bullshit I hear all the time when we match up against one another. “Failure”, “8 Years” and blah blah blah. Nothing new, nothing entertaining you can say you had me beat all you want. But who’s fighting who to fight me in the main event? You are fighting for an opportunity not only for the world championship but an opportunity to fight me in the main event and have one of the shortest reigns in company history… IF you win and if you beat Jamie. Which I honestly don’t see happening, I don’t want to see it happen. I want to be the one who ends that reign. However with that being said I won’t stoop to the same levels you did to make sure I didn’t beat him. It’s funny I never caused either of you a match yet here you guys are always making sure I lose mine. Insecurity isn’t a good thing Lars and neither is jealousy it makes you ugly. It makes you look like a bitch. That’s what you’ve been coming though from a Raven to a female dog. Transformations are so cool man. I can’t wait to see you rise out of the ashes and become a phoenix and try to take the title away from me after I win it Sunday. Only to lose again because no matter what animal you become or whatever creature you become. You’ll never hold that championship. Not as long as Jamie is champion (Which won’t be much longer) and not as long as I am champion. You’ll fail again and it’s right back to the drawing bird to see what you can pretend to be next. To be honest I’m not going to waste anymore on you since I won’t see you in the main event anyway. Let’s move on

“ChRiS eLiTe Is AbUsInG hIs GaWd ConTrAcT”

“GlOrIfIeD jObBeR”

“A aBsOluTe DiSgRaCe To ThAt CoNtRaCt”

Same shit, different day, different bozo. Jamie you’ve said all these things before it’s nothing that I haven’t heard. You were supposed to move how much of a jobber I was at Shock Value. When what really happened is you making yourself look like a weak champion. Then again I have a shot at beating you and when I have you beat Captain Save a Bozo arrives on the scene to save the day. These aren’t excuses congratulations you walked out both times as champion. The point I’m trying to get across is the fact that I scare you Jamie. You and whoever else capes for you can say I’m reaching all you want, however they know, I know, you know THE WORLD knows it’s true. You didn’t have to take these measures against anyone else. You went as far as to kidnapping another grown man just to keep that title from being on my waist. Then another jealous grown man save your life again when I had you beat. To even what you did to me past Voltage and distracting me. You couldn’t let me have that momentum of having a former champion and hall of famer. You weren’t worried about Lars and his victory over EAW’s biggest groupie Moongoose Mcqueen. You were most defiantly worried about me and you still are. Especially knowing I’m going to be 100 percent and you aren’t. Yes I know you’ll win over Lars and meet me in the main event. I WANT you to be in the main event. I want to be the one that ends the reign and finally takes the crown off the head of Jamie O’Hara. It’s become an obsession of mine to be honest. You might think I’m reaching with me being a threat to you but then so is the rest of the EAW universe. When they think about the times you beat me and successfully defended the titles. It happened in some suspect ways. Even you running away from me after letting go of Big Mike makes it seem like you are afraid of me. Let me read a tweet that I found hilarious online about the two of us.

@NumberOneVoltageFan

What happened to the old Jamie? The true fighting champ Jamie? The Pain for Pride Jamie? I hate the new Jamie, the I can’t beat Chris Elite without some suspect ending Jamie. The spamming Australian Lingo only Keelan understands Jamie.

:mjlol: See it’s not just me. Everyone is saying it you just aren’t the same Jamie you are against others when it comes to me. Look at the way you defeated people like your own girlfriend Cam, the way you beat Lars and the way you beat Ahren then let’s rewind back to how you successfully defended it against me. It’s cool though because nothing like that will happen this week. I am going to force you to beat me the way you beat those 3 or hell even the same way you beat me in our first encounter when it wasn’t for the championship. Now that’s a loss I don’t have a problem with you beat me fair and square nothing out of the ordinary. Also if you are going to keep bitching about me “Abusing the contract” make sure you blame Lars too. If the man would’ve learned how to pin correctly the two of you wouldn’t even have to be in the situation you are in. Yes I’ll admit he had me beat, I mean he speared me off a god damn truck. I still came out a winner though. I would have kept my word if Lars beat me and let you two have at it again. I wouldn’t have even been petty enough to screw Lars out of the title like he did to me. No need too, to be honest I didn’t last time and he still lost. Then after that yes, I am using my Gawd Contract to face you at Grand Rampage. I earned the contract, I earned the right to “Abuse” this contract and no one can say anything or do anything to make me feel different. You keep trying so hard to make me feel bad for doing what I’m doing with this and it’s not working. You would be doing the same thing especially if you lost the way I have. So don’t try to play victim now. So what you have two matches in one day, you tough right? You’re the best champion in EAW right? Then it shouldn’t a problem especially since I’m such a “Glorified jobber”.

I don’t need any of that stuff from you Jamie, I don’t need it or want it because at the end of the day you do respect me. You might not say it but you know you do. Oh man here comes the excuses on why I beat Ryan Adams. He didn’t have any excuses when he lost so why do people keep making up ones for him? I love a dick eater. Also since champions don’t rely on excuses I don’t want to hear one when I walk out of my hometown champion. I don’t want to hear the “But I had to compete in two matches” or whatever else you plan on making up. If that’s the case use the rematch clause and we’ll go at it again at Grand Rampage and I’ll retain the championship and beat you yet again. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there though. This week we cross the Brooklyn Bridge into my hometown of Brooklyn where I get the most love. That energy is just going to give me that much more fuel in my tank then what I already have. The people should be glad someone like me is champion heading into Pain for Pride and possibly main eventing it. Someone real, someone not trying to be something they aren’t. A champion the WORLD loves and many can relate too. The world knows nothing about you being on another level than me though. That sounds like something made up, something said just to be said. Something said just to sound cool and that’s exactly what it was. No substance behind it because every time we’ve been in the ring I was on that same level as you. I pushed you to your limit if you were so much better than me you would’ve beat me the way you’d beat guys like Ryan Wilson or Nathan Fiora or one of those low class bozos on the Voltage roster. That’s not the case with me though I’m top tier talent whether you like it or want to admit it.

I’m worth a lot I bring in big bucks for this company I am the face of Voltage and the only thing I need to truly solidify that is the championship you hold. So if you are a slave to that championship allow me to be the Abraham Lincoln signing the Emancipation Proclamation setting you free of it. It’s been a good reign Jamie the moments of it will always be remembered I’ll admit it but the most memorable thing about it will be how it all ended. To a man who once gone by the name of Suicide Kid who couldn’t draw a dime to a man now named Chris Elite who finally sits on top of the world where he belongs. I love a Cinderella story. Hey at least you have some type of excuse when you lose even though true champions aren’t supposed to have those.

P.S. You must be a dreamer if you think your walking out of my hometown with that title. See you in Brooklyn. :drank:

Re: EAW Promoz! February 28th 2018, 11:47 pm by **Mr. DEDEDE**

The wrestling business.

An industry beyond definition, a business that cannot be compared to any other, because there truly is no other business of it's kind when it all boils down to it. Every attempt at summing up this great sport is null and void, because unlike the world of boxing, or ice hockey, or MMA or football, wrestling is the only sport where two different promotions can be world's apart yet still perfectly represent the same sport.

Hell, in the case of EAW, all it truly takes is a different generation to change the concept of this very sport itself. EAW has seen different ideas and belief systems reign dominant, EAW has seen a shifting of cultures time and time again, and every time the culture moved goalposts each change would be more dramatic than the last. You don't get that in other sports, such as the NBA for example - a simple rule such as removing the ability to hand-check is considered to be some sort of monumental change to the basic fundamentals of the game and the culture. However in EAW a cultural shift can mean the difference between how much blood that pours out of your body on a night to night basis. I remember going plenty of long tours around this continent and around the globe going through wars with the likes of HRDO, Masters, Rated R Shaman, Jaywalker, Impact and so many other names who have helped define this very sport itself - and we would compete in all out, balls-to-the-wall blood baths where the referee was hardly any different than a stupefied spectator in the stands.

Now, if you were to ask one person of their opinion on EAW wrestling, they would tell you it's nothing but muscled up men swinging weapons at each other. No skill, no talent, just that "blood & guts" nonsense. They may prefer the more puroresu style, or lucha libre, or catch as can grappling/mat wrestling. Yet the person right next to them may see it 110% differently, to them this business could be the epitome of the test of toughness, and fortitude. Skill can mean everything to one spectator, and strength can be the sole benefactor in the eyes of the one sitting next to them. The thing about this sport that I believe a lot of people are too moronic, the thing about a sport like this that Ahren Fournier seems to have such contempt for - that he's too dim-witted, and too much of a complete shit for brains asshole of the mouth verbal diarrhea spewing MORON to understand,

is that this business cannot be defined because this business, like life, has no set definition to it. This business is what you make of it.

That's it.

That's the answer to the riddle. That's pro wrestling. That's what separates this company, and this land from every other profession on this earth. Pro wrestling - specifically in Elite Answers Wrestling - is a microcosm of the world we all inhabit. And if you don't like what you see when you look around at this wrestling business, it is your OBLIGATION to change it to the way you see it fit. If you are incapable of doing that, the blame falls squarely on your own shoulders. If you fail at becoming the change you wish to see in the wrestling industry, it is because you are either too WEAK, or too COWARDLY to do it. And there really isn't that much else to it.

So when I see Ahren Fournier sit his entitled punk ass up here and meander on about how little regard he supposedly has for this business, I can't help but lump him in with the same people who type on social media with their fat, Cheeto dust covered fingers about how much they hate their pathetic little lives, and how everyone's against them, and how the powers that be are the reason why the world burns and all hope is lost, and how the shape shifting reptilian pedophile overlords are holding all of humanity hostage, and on and on and on and on and on.

Ahren, genuinely, if you hate this business - why don't you take the advice that I have to the people that bitch about their miserable lives all day 24/7 - why don't you do this world a goddamn favor and why don't you just fucking kill yourself.

No no no hey, before the thought police try to rush in and spin this into some big story, this isn't me urging one of my own employees to suicide. This is just me giving general advice to the individuals who walk around with defeated mentalities, crying woe is me and loathing anything and everything that doesn't walk up to them and give them a wad of fucking cash. This advice isn't for you by any means Ahren, buuuuut by all means ... I mean, well, if you like the taste of cyanide pills, you might as well swallow one, if you catch my drift.

Metaphorically speaking - of course. I would 'never' urge a roster member of mine to take their own life. That would be horribly irresponsible of me to do so... but Ahren, if you have such a disdain for an industry full of, as you say, "fake tough guys", why not find the quickest way out of it? It isn't like you're going to be Mr. Machismo here to rescue us all from our own effeminate vices - so why the fuck are you in an industry full of fake tough guys competing for fake-tough World Championships? A wise man once said, "you are who you associate yourself with; take a look at the five people closest to you - you reflect them every bit as much as they reflect you." So again Ahren if that's what you really think of this profession, and if that's what you think of me, then here's a newsflash you self-flagellating fucking fraud - you can LEAVE. I don't recall anybody asking you to show up here. EAW didn't offer you a contract, because unless you've accomplished actual noteworthy feats in the wrestling business - which you haven't - EAW's not really checking out for you buddy. We have four goddamn brands, we're not looking for Ahren fucking Fournier. Why don't you acknowledge the truth of what actually brought you to this dance? You joined one of the tryouts and and managed to slip through the cracks and make your way up to the main roster. Nobody ever put a gun to your that dense ass head of yours told you to become a pro-wrestler, you chose this business. And if you have such a disdain for this business the way you do, then why even answer any of my challenges at all? I'm just a "fake tough guy with a pretty face" as you say, why don't you go to Harlem instead of Brooklyn this Sunday and walk up to the most diesel looking black dude you can find and tell him that exact same line? Go find out how well you would fare in Harlem. I've got a feeling they don't like your kind in Harlem anyway, isn't that right "Trill Fairy?" Faggot. Why are you rolling around with a 40 year old man in spandex in New Hampshire anyway, since you're so tough? There's plenty of money in other sports too, you know. I've seen guys walk away with 9 figures from a single solitary boxing match, why not join there?

Oh, that's right, you just thought you could bullshit your way through the wrestling industry and bring home a cheap check for the rest of your career without ever actually having to put in any goddamn work for it. Maybe you saw the El Landersons and La Divas of the world get by in some "fake tough guy" sport and earn a nice little paycheck by being the ass of everybody's joke. I guess you modeled yourself after the Kardashian-Jenners of the world, who contribute nothing of any value but still manage to make away with millions. Not to mention you came into this business as a grown ass man with the mentality of a straight up bitch. But you're finding out Ahren that just because you're in a real fucking situation and you're on television every week doesn't mean you're a part of reality television. This is real fucking life and you stepped into the ring with a man like me who has won in every facet of life, and when you stepped into my ring talking all that mess in my hometown YOU LOST.

AND NOW YOU'RE MAAAAAAD AT THE RUUUUUULES.

YOU GOT KNOCKED ON YOUR FUCKING ASS AND COULDN'T EVEN MAKE IT BACK TO YOUR FEET FOR THE TEN COUNT. IN BOXING, IN KARATE, IN YOUR PRECIOUS MMA, THAT'S A FUCKING KNOCKOUT!!!! IF YOUR ASS HITS THE GROUND AND YOU CAN'T GET BACK UP???? THEY CALL THE FUCKING THING OFF AND THEY SEND EVERYONE HOME! BUT YOU CAN'T MAKE IT UP AFTER A (PAINFULLY LONG) TEN COUNT AND YOU'RE GONNA TAKE THE BITCH WAY OUT OF ACCEPTING A LOSS NOW????? THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK WE'RE DOING NOW YOU PATHETIC COWARD????????

I HAD MORE RESPECT FOR YOU........and I use the term ''respect'' loosely.......I had more respect for you when you blindsided me from behind like a woman and laid me the fuck out. My problem was not with defeating you by count out, my problem was allowing you to catch me in a compromised position - even though the bell had already won. I took onus of that because I know that I'm in war with the vermin like you and letting my guard down in any capacity is a misstep that can prove to be fatal. But again, in any other sport, you pull an attack like that and you would be banned from competition FOR LIFE. In EAW, you get rewarded for it, you get your rematch the very next week, and you think you're better than me because you managed to grab a hook of my wrestling trunks and stack me onto my shoulders for three seconds - and run out of the ring like the dickless, ballless, fucking androgynous bitch-made pile of trash that you are. Now you're gonna latch onto a win like that - only to turn around and TALK SHIT!?!?

You may not know why this thing in Brooklyn needs to happen Ahren, but I know exactly why. I'm not allowing you to get off that easily. I'm not going to allow FILTH like you to stand with your arm raised over me in spite of my credibility and my good name, and just simply take all of that lying down. And as much as you want to talk out of the side of your mouth about this wrestling industry which you're willing to fly around the world and leave your home and your family (who I assume don't love you anyway) and immerse yourself in - I know you're not a complete goddamn fool. A liar and a fraud, yes. Scum of the Earth, certainly. A disgrace to this business, absolutely. But you're not THAT stupid, not to the point where you can't figure out why I've decided to make this thing go another round and take this little "tiff" between you and I to Brooklyn. It's because you walked away from the battlefield on your own volition twice, but you have not beaten me. You may have held my shoulders to the mat for three seconds physically, but if you truly believe that was everything that I have to offer, then maybe you are as ignorant to my history as you say you are. No Ahren, I'm prepared to make this sumbitch as long as I wanna make it, and you know what??? I hope you hate every second of it. I hope you're completely mentally checked out of it. I hope there's some way we can drag this out for as long as possible, until you're sick of it and you're sick of this business in every form and fashion because every week it's just nonstop matches with Mr. DEDEDE, and you're begging somebody to make it stop! I hope you're already at that level right now, but I'll be glad to bring you to that level, because at first you were going to be nothing more than just a one-off victory for me to dust my hands off with and keep the ball rolling. You were a glorified soft-ball opponent that Kenny Drake gave to me to pick my teeth with while my hometown of Bridgeport watched. You were just going to be an afterthought just like you were when Jamie O'Hara handed you your own lunch money and took it back from your punkass. But to everyone's surprise, Mr. "this place sucks" decided to actually step up to the plate and take this thing to another level. As much mess as you like to talk about the profession I have laid down my life for, you sure have something keeping you around Ahren. I'm fully prepared to take that away from you. Whatever enjoyment, whatever fulfillment, whatever satisfaction you have at enduring the grueling schedule of being an EAW Elitist, I want to make sure I rid you of it.

And pain has a funny way of deriving pleasure out of all things.

But I will take great pleasure - and yes, even solace, at you having a miserable time here. So the fact that you think I'm running things horribly around here is honestly quite a big honor to me. I am delighted to know that you disapprove of my job as the EAW Chairman, because the less you enjoy your job working in my company the more satisfaction it brings to me. So go ahead and keep the disapproval coming. It fuels me, it reinvigorates me, it puts an extra pep in my step every morning at EAW Headquarters when I haven't even had my first cup of coffee yet. As far as Brooklyn Heights is concerned, I think this Sunday is gonna be a really good cure for a case of the Mondays. I'll be walking back into EAW Headquarters speed walking between conference rooms with a big ass smile on my face, because I'll know the night before I just made benign a delectable, irredeemable malignant CANCER to all that makes this business good and whole. Or maybe I'm giving you too much credit by referring to you as such? Well here's a nice little caveat, because see when I expose you before the entire world Ahren, I'm not taking the time out to do it because you're fucking special. I'm doing it so that every other poser who's been feeding off the decaying last vestiges of esteem, of pride, of dare I say even valor - all intrinsic values to what make this business whole! I'll be making you an example for all those who feed off of the rotting remains of these values. I'll be humbling you in a very public setting so that the JUNKRATS who are just like you may heed my FIRM AND ABSOLUTELY RESOLUTE DECLARATION.

FOR THE BUMS WHO ARE HERE TO RECEIVE AND HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER IN RETURN.

FOR THE COMPLAINERS WHO'S KNEES BUCKLE UNDER THE WEIGHT OF SELF ACCOUNTABILITY.

YOUR TIME IS UP.

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