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~~(Dumbass Nate should have acted quicker.)~~

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[size=15]Dia Del Diablo Promo #2[/size]

[size=15]@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:[/size]

[size=15]“Right now my dear followers, I'm lying by here in bed, tossing and turning, my eyes wide open, unable to drift away to a peaceful sleep. Now as you probably can figure out, it's because of this week’s Dia Del Diablo pay per view, but not for the reasons most might suspect ( or to be more accurate suspect if it were anyone besides myself in this position). It's not because I'm worried about being able to beat any of my opponents this Saturday, lord knows I could beat the hell out of every single one of them with one arm behind my back. It's not because I'm suffering from some sort of performance anxiety, because I always exceed everyone’s expectations every time I step thru that curtain. Its not even being worried about my perfect body suffering and scars of burn marks. [/size]

[size=15]No, I’m wide awake writing this post because right now, I'm like a kid at Christmas. And this Saturday night I'm going to unwrap the opportunity to claim the National Elite Championship. That belt, which was less than a stone’s throw away the last time I competed for it. which was so close I could already imagine the weight of it resting in my hands. It's was so close it was practically mine! But because of the actions of some Michaels envy suffering shithead, what was without a doubt my title, slipped thru my fingers. I won the match, but the lost the war so to speak. And since then it has vexed me, it has haunted me that I would have cemented place in EAW history, and maybe would have been shown the proper respect from everyone in that locker room. It has eaten away at me for over a year and a half, because in that time not only have I not been anywhere near that title (never given a rematch, never even given a number one contender match for it.), I haven't had a one on one opportunity at any other championship since! I've had to run thru triple threat matches where some jackass would get pinned and somehow I'd be ruled as having lost. I've been stuck in car wrecks like the Hell’s Warpath where I would battle, beat on half the haters in that match, just for some flash in the pan fuck to come in, sweep up the leftovers, and steal away the New Breed Championship. Hell just two weeks ago I competed in a ring of fire battle royal. Why, you may be asking? Because not one of those five could pin me clean in the middle of the ring. So to give them a fighting chance, or better yet to tip the odds in their favor, the only thing they had to do was throw me over the top rope. And even there, just when I was poised to get the one thing I had been aching for, Johnny Nova puts his filthy hands on me. Leave it to the goody two shoes who has to suck up to the lowest I.Q.s in the crowd for anyone to care, to sucker punch you and rob you blind! Goddamn I am pissed at so much that has happened since the night the National Elite championship was almost mine. But funny thing is, all of it, all of it won't matter the second that bell rings and my hand is raised. All the setbacks and disappointments, all the bumps and bruises, all the effort and energy wasted on what felt like treadmill in mid card hell, all of it will vanish the second that belt is wrapped around my waist. [/size]

[size=15]None the bullshit that has weighed me down for the past 19 months will even be a thought, because this Saturday night, the people of Dallas are gonna see the fire of hell that’s been lit under me. They are gonna witness a man who will battle like never before, and run over every mother fucker in his path. In a flaming tables Elimination five way match (say that three times fast), I will do anything it takes to walk away with a win, ANYTHING! I don't care if I have to put all four of my opponents thru Tables myself, I don't care if I have to cripple and Maim these sons of bitches, I don't even care if it takes years off my career to do so. I am coming to the American Airlines arena with one intent. And come hell or high water, I am going to win this match, and head on to Territorial Invasion where I can finally exorcise this demon from me. I'll get this goddamn monkey off my back, and prove to the world that I am every bit as good as I say I am. When the smoke has cleared, there will be one man standing head and shoulders above the rest of the competition this Saturday. There will be one clear winner, who without a shadow of a doubt go on to become the new EAW National Elite Champion, and that man will be me #Facts[/size]

[size=15]Now sure, everyone in this match is gonna run their mouth about wanting it more, or deserving it more. But anyone with a lick of sense already knows that There isn't a man alive who deserves that shot more than I do. None of them are hungrier than I am. None of them have put in the extra hours in the gym, or have studied every piece of footage they can get their hands on the way I have. None of them have had to deal with even half the bullshit I've had to. From a former GM who wouldn't know true talent if it bit him, to the halfwits in the crowd who hate me because they ain't me, I've was buried up to my goddamn eyeballs with all the crap they were giving me. But it's a new dawn, and not one son of a bitch is gonna keep me from getting mine.[/size]

[size=15]No you won't Lucas, yeah I already know that your fat head is just about ready to spout off some ridiculous bullshit about how your the baddest mother fucker waking the hallway, but you and me both know that in a straight up match, you wouldn't stand a chance. Now sure you've been able to pull a couple of rabbits right out of your ass, but I think we’re more than well aware that your little lucky streak is dead and buried, and this Saturday I'm. Gonna heap that l last Handful of dirt on top and pack it all down. When your flabby ass goes thru that table, When it hits the fire, I’ll be grinning ear to ear. Because since this year began. You been about the biggest thorn in my side. It seemed like everywhere I turned, there you were. And every time we stepped into the ring, you showed time and again that you didn't have enough talent to beat me one on one. Hell you didn't even have the balls to look me in the eyes like a man until after you had blindsided me, and threw Anthony Leonhart into our match so that you'd have someone you could pin at Burning Desire. But what a difference just a few short weeks could make. Now here you are, desperate for a win, clinging to what little relevance you have, and praying to god that it doesn't come down to you and me at Dia Del Diablo. Let me tell you right now Lucas, that there's no angle for you to get around me this time. You're not gonna enter the ring after I've taken the kind of punishment that most men wouldn't be able to come back from like you did in Hell’s Warpath, and you're gonna get the win without beating me like you did at Burning Desire. This time Lucas you and me are on a head on collision course, and this time, I'm running over you like fucking freight train! [/size]

[size=15]This time Lucas, you're fat ass is mine, and I guarantee this Saturday night that I am gonna roast you over a roaring fire like the overgrown s'more you are. And when I do, the last bits of your hype will go up in smoke before your very eyes. [/size]

[size=15]Kinda like POP’s comeback thus far. You know something POP, the more I hear you speak, the more I keep hoping that someone will stuff that ignorant, Emo mouth of yours. I mean come on man how man weeks have you been back? And in all this time you can't even bother to learn that the name of the title ( as well as the fucking company) is Elite, not Extreme. I swear, you are so stuck in the past it's not even funny. You're like wearing a throwback jersey all the time, at first it's cool because of the nostalgia about it, but then you look around and that the game has evolved and become an entirely different beast than it was before. In the time you've been gone, this company's talent have elevated it to a whole new stratosphere of what happens in that ring. So keep on doing this Wizards era Jordan act all you want, the fact of the matter is that you can't hang anymore with even the middle of the pack here in EAW, much less the man who is hands down the single greatest professional wrestler alive today. And you know what the really sad thing is POP, I would have said you should have stayed in 2010, but after hearing your whinny ass mumbling for a month, its painfully obvious that you already are. Well POP, if I were you , I'd step my has been ass aside and make way for the future of this industry. I'd recognize the man who was leading that next generation and pass the torch as only proper, because if not he’d be snatching it right out of my hand. POP, you had better get ready because I am about to beat you from pillar to post on my way to the top of the EAW mountain. This Saturday night when I beat your ass (again) I will take my next step towards being recognized as the new face of Elite Answers Wrestling. [/size]

[size=15]Oh and Johnny Nova, you know every single time we step in the ring together, you manage to make more of an ass out of yourself. From your tacky, gaudy, and let's face it, gender inappropriate ring gear, to the fact that you developed this split personality where one second you're a serious competitor who had to scratch and claw his way out of the slums just to get a shot at making a living in the sport of professional wrestling, the next you're the weird, coked up, outer space cowboy with a bad case of sudden onset Batman voice. Johnny, you think yourself he cream of the crop? You're nothing more than cow piss in neon tights. For the love of God man get your shit together, and drop the fucking gimmick. But all that is an aside to the fact that two weeks ago you screwed me out of the National Elite championship match. I haven't forgotten it, how you hit me from behind because you didn't have enough balls to stand toe to toe with me. Rest assured that you have pissed me off royally, and I am going to kick the ever loving shit right out of you. You are gonna be my bitch from the moment that bell rings, and there is not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me! Johnny when I slam you thru that table, and you feel those flames Stinging you worst than you can possibly imagine, just know that you brought this all on yourself. See, nobody ever gets one over on Mark Michaels, not for long anyways. And in the end I'm always the one who stands on top, and I'll be damned straight to hell if your overhyped, underdeveloped ass is gonna be an exception to that rule. I’m the one who stands tall in the end, Always have, always will because there is not a man, woman, or child who could ever hope to change than because no one on the fate of this earth is better than perfect. [/size]

[size=15]Johnny, this is fair warning, when I'm done with you, you're gonna regret the day you ever crossed paths with Mark Michaels. [/size]

[size=15]And that just leaves Kaise Boetius. You find everything I have to say as humorous. Let me tell you pal, there won't be anything funny about me kicking your fucking teeth in this Saturday. Now let's get a few things straight here, first while I did give you some credit for not stumbling over your own feet like so many other tag partners I've had, i didn't exactly heap that much praise on you. Certainly not to the degree that has you saying I'm basically your biggest fanboy. Look jack, all I ever said was you handled yourself well enough while I was carrying you. Second, i have proven how damn good I am in that ring. I did so against legends like Hades, Mr.DeDeDe, and Y2Impact. I’ve outshined top prospects, and outclassed living legends. I've taken the best shots from some of the best to ever enter the business, and I'm still standing here undeterred and motivated like a mother fucker. So while I am sick and tired of being forced to sit at the kids table with guys like you and Nova, I'll do it because that National Elite title match is what I desire most at this moment. [/size]

[size=15]You think that you're the first guy whose ever been in a multiman match where the winner becomes the next in line for a championship opportunity about as soon as he wakes thru the door? The real thing about this company isn't just about being a contender for a title once, it's what happens when you get so close you can practically taste it, and then moments later he wondering where did it all go wrong for you. It's about not just being a flash in he pan who gets the novelty push just because they're new around here. But being the workhorse week after week, year after year, and leaving whatever's inside you out in the ring. I have no limits in the ring or on the mic because My combination of speed, strength, technique, and charisma is absolutely perfect. That's why I'm a real person as you would put it, because I say exactly what I mean, and I do everything I say I will. So when I tell you that I'm the one whose winning at Dia Del Diablo, that I'm the man who'll be he last man standing while the rest of you go down in flames, that I am gonna be a house of fire in that ring while the rest of you are just a bunch dying embers, you all had better believe that it's as good as gospel. [/size]

[size=15]Kaise, Saturday night you get to see just why I'm the biggest thing to hit Showdown in quite a long time. You'll get to see what makes me the brightest burning star this company has, and when I outclass you four jackoffs, you'll know exactly why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero whose image of him emerging victorious will live forever on social media. It will be the most liked, the most re-posted, and the only topic of discussion for all of my Friends Followers, and subscribers from every corner of the globe. I am gonna tear thru you Kaise, and the other three like red hot glowing knife thru butter. And once I do, I'll be on to save my National Elite Championship from the douchebag who'll be keeping it warm for me, then I'll finally get a good night’s sleep knowing I've righted an enormous wrong. This will be exactly what happens at Dia Del Diablo, because when you step into a flaming tables match against the hottest star on Showdown, you're gonna get burned. So why don't all of you take a good long moment and start to Picture THAT![/size]

[size=15]#EAW #DiaDelDiablo #Unstopable”[/size]

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You and Haruna form EAW's most iconic duo and that's #facts. Hopefully you become a Tag Team Champion sooner rather than later.