Reckless Wiring promo
#5@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:
"After what has felt like the longest week in my life, here I am inside the locker room in the Tokyo Dome finally about to take my rightful place as a champion here in EAW. At this very moment I can tell you that every one of my senses are turned up to 11, my heart is pounding, my focus is laser like, and all because The journey that I started nearly two years, two long years ago, I am now finally about to reach the first major milestone. The first accomplishment as a testament to all the miles on the road, all the time in the gym, and the years of striving to reach this very moment. I want to take a moment right now to thank you my followers for voting for me, and assisting me in achieving my destiny. Thank you for recognizing that My unparalleled excellence, my unmatched ability, and my unequaled determination in achieving all the I have been dreaming about since that one faithful Saturday morning when I was six years old.
Thank you for having the foresight to recognize the only man who is capable of carrying not just EAW, but the entire Professional Wrestling industry on his shoulders in the years to come. Only I, your Undisputed Social Media Champion, has the tools necessary to ensure the health and prosperity of this industry for the next generation. Unlike these good for nothing jackasses who think they can step in the ring with me, and not get absolutely torched bell to bell, only he who is the unquestioned Picture of Perfection has brings the mix of speed, strength, and technical ability that propels me past the five unfortunate schlubs who don't stand a snowflake's chance in hell of getting their hand raised tonight!
Yes it's true that every man in this match just chomping at the bit for their chance to go down in the history books tonight. And yes everyone and their momma have listed the reasons why they could be and should be the New Breed Champion, but Tonight we are separate the fact from the crap. The truth from the tall tales. Tonight In hell's Warpath, we find out exactly who can back up everything they've had to say this past week, and just who has been taking out of their ass! Everyone inside this hallowed arena is gonna find out just who is willing to push themselves The furthest, who has been working the hardest, and Who is willing to do whatever it takes to put that belt around their waist. Who is willing to bash someone upside the head with lead pipe, and shatter their ankle between a steel chair, or send them crashing thru a flaming table. And more importantly who is willing to get back up and keep on fighting after all that has been done to them! That's the real key to this Hell's Warpath match, it's not just about being the most sadistic bastard in that ring, it's about taking his best shot and the. Getting right back up to look him in the eye and say to him 'Is that all you got?!', this match is about endurance, it's about having the hearth to go that one more round. And there is not a single member of the roster, regardless of brand, that can match me In terms of ability to withstand all the punishment that comes with being in a match like this, and still find the way to pull out a victory.
It's my ability to tough it out that has made me the only man who can say that he has competed in every Hell's Warpath match to date. Don't believe me, just look around, the nine men who stepped in to this match last year, they had more than their fill, just like these the schmucks who are gonna feel the same way after tonight. Let me say it now, out of the six men who are about to risk their careers, and even their well being, only one of these men can stand the test of time. Only one man will stand head and shoulders above the rest when the ultimate history of Professional wrestling has been written. That man is the same one who has cultivated an army of followers from each and every corner of the globe. The man who has become a must see sensation. That man is Mark Michaels.
You got that boys?! Have you gotten it thru your thick skulls that not a one of you jokers can match the energy and effort that I put out each and every week. Not a one of you take time to promote this company the way that I do, and not one of would be worthy of representing this company.
That's right because there's more to being a champion that just sitting on your ass and collecting a nice little pay day. No you have to be the man who can take the ball and run with it for as long as you possibly can. That's why a chump like Lucas Johnson can't be the New Breed Champion, because for all the whining and complaining, and bitching, and moaning he's been doing for months on end, the one thing he has yet to do is actually back up a single word that has passed thru his double chin. Young Lion's cup this, pain for pride that, we've heard it all before Luke, and we've were sick of hearing it after the first time. You say people look at you like you're a joke, that's because you are. You go on and on about how you were one of the top amateurs in college, well guess what? It a whole different level of competition as a professional. You are about to step in the ring with men who have spent their lives working to get to this level, not boys who are worried about an algebra test in the morning. You are dealing with men who have chosen to make their living from this great sport, not kids who want to get a certificate in Theater Arts. It's time to grow up a bit Lucas and let go of the glory days, because hanging on to them isn't doing you a damn bit of good right now. Snap back to reality and see that while you were a big fish in a small pond in your NCAA days, right now you're nothing more than a helpless little guppy who's about to be swallowed by a shark. Face facts, you peaked in high school bro, and now you have to stand against the absolute best this business has to offer in this, or any generation. You are about to go toe to toe with Professional Wrestling's hottest commodity and top prospect. The number one draft pick is about to get the first of many title reigns, and honestly Lucas, you should feel honored because you're gonna get the best seat in the house of when I do so.
And where is Jacob Moore? I haven't heard a peep out of him this whole week. Maybe he's busy looking for his balls back in Sebastian Monroe's office. Or maybe that stiff in a cheep suit forgot to take the ball gag out of Jacob's mouth? In either case it really doesn't matter to me, I'll dispatch of Jacob just the same as if he was to run his mouth. You see I don't like when someone is placed between me and the title that I am so deserving of. Especially when said someone is only there because he got down on his knees and kissed the boss' ass so hard he could see what he had for dinner last night. So when someone who is such an unfiltered suck up enters my ring, I take it a a personal mission to make sure I plant his skull into the mat with a picture perfect. So why don't you do yourself a favor and skip this match the way you've skipped everything else in the past week And Jacob, if you do somehow find enough manhood to step between the ropes, just know that when I send you on a one way trip on the end of my boot, it's not just business it's personal.
Now while I'm on the subject of cowards who think that if they keep quiet, I won't proceed to dish out the most embarrassing ass whipping they'll ever receive. El Ironico you wondered if you deserved to be a part of this match, I can tell you right now you sure as hell don't. You're nothing more than a pathetic waste of space. Hell your a waste of perfectly good oxygen. Nothing about you says that you're an exceptional talent. Why you couldn't even beat Jacob Moore a few weeks back. You manage to pin the bottom of the barrel that we call Lucas Johnson, and for somehow you got voted into this hell's Warpath match. I tell you, the people must be wanting to see you get trounced by the Social Media Champion. I can't wait for you to make your way down to the ring so I can smack that silly looking mask off your face. Maybe the. The circulation might return to your brain, and your words will actually make sense. You think I'm scared of you? I gotta ask what have you been smoking? The only thing scary about you is what might happen on the off chance you somehow manage to win the New Breed Championship. You'd make a mockery out of the title, just as you've made a mockery out of the entire sport. Well if you think for one second that I'm just gonna let you turn the sport I love into a bigger joke than Cody Marshall's title run, then you better start guessing again. I refuse to let a clown like you tarnish everything I have worked so hard to be a part of. I refuse to let you kill off an already ailing title. I swear on everything holy that if it is the last thing I do, I am going to beat your ass and make sure that the New Breed Champion is a man of respect, of class, of skill. I will guarantee that the man who walks away with that Championship belt is me.
Oh and to the creepy dude in green, the one nobody gives a fuck about, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up. You keep running your mouth about how you want vengeance on the world. What, did you want a my pretty pony for your sixth birthday, and your father instead tried to make a man out of you? My god I am getting sick and tired of the side show freaks tarnishing this business with their mere presence. Well tonight, I am gonna savor the chance to run off one of these oddballs before they add another black mark on the face of this sport. You said something about me being a black knight in your way, wrong. I am a king who is taking his crown. And my first act as such is for you to be beheaded in that ring tonight. This is my time, and I will not stand for some special needs freak, coming in and trying to steal what is rightfully mine. Tonight I'm solving the riddle, and sending you back to whatever hole in the wall your rat ass crawled out of, and when I do, you can tell the Moe, Larry, and Curly running around inside that empty noggin of yours, that you got to meet a wrestling champion.
And that of course leaves that overgrown oaf who is getting his greasy fingerprints all over my New Breed title belt. I talk of course about that half wit Jed Clampett, I mean Cody Marshall. Considering their blind luck you can forgive me for getting them confused. I mean one day Cody was shootin for some food and up thru the ground came New Breed gold. Now Cody has found success on a show where I'm not around to kick the shit out of every last son of a bitch in the locker room. But between Cody, Ryan Marx, Rex McAllister, Chris Elite, and my old friend JJ Silva, showdown has done its absolute best to reduce the New Breed Championship from the flag barer of the years to come, to some chump who stumbled and landed on a belt, and if he's really lucky he'll be able to hold on to it for a whole month until he trips himself up again And loses the damn thing. But in just a few minutes I am going to save that Championship. I am about to bring a new era to the New Breed Title. One that will wash away all the mediocrity that the once prestigious belt has had to suffer with. Soon the Mark Michaels era in EAW will rise out the rotten taste of you Cody, and the rest of Dickheads who nearly ruined this title.
How you may ask? Well in case the six generations of in-breading has Made you blind, it's because I am the greatest technical wrestler who's still drawing breath. Now I get that with someone as big, lazy, and immobile as you that's considered just flippy bullshit, but in the world of real athletes, I'm kind of a big deal. How big? Well you'll find out first hand when I'm done kicking your three hundred pound ass from bell to bell just like I did to the jackasses I faced off against last year. Now you may not understand how being the only man in this match with previous experience is a valuable thing, but you will because whether I pin your ass with the screen cracker, make you tap out with a figure four, or send you sailing over the top rope and own to the floor, nothing is going to keep me from sending you back home to Red Neck county with empty hands. But look on the bright side, after this you can focus all your energy into that Make EAW great again campaign just like Maxwell Dachs did. And while your busy with your fools errand, I'll be standing over every brand as the New Breed Champion. Cody, call the wife and tell her to get that bottle of shine you cooked up ready, because every inch of your seven foot ass is gonna be more black and blue than you momma was when your old man used to come home from the tavern. Right now you are in for the longest night of your life, because you're about to step into hell with the devil himself. So bring you best you're gonna need it.
Now I'd say more but they're telling me it's time for me to go. But before I do, just know that Dyansty will see its Destiny, Showdown will rejoice in its savior, Voltage will take pride in its vanguard. And all eyes will be on me, the twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram icon, the
#Hero that is about to set the hell's warpath match on fire! The man who has come to Reckless Wiring to take his place as a conquering hero. The man who brings the people to their feet no matter the time or place. The man who has gone above and beyond being just a simple wrestler, but has captured the hearts of people around the world and made himself the biggest crossover star this company will ever know. The man who is hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever put on a pair of pads and step thru the ropes. The absolute picture of perfection, the Undisputed Social Media Champion, Mark Michaels. And once I'm done you can add savior of the New Breed Championship to that list. So go on ahead and picture THAT!
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