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[size=15]Showdown Promo #1[/size]

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

[size=15]“Well here we are, just days away from me getting my long overdue shot at the EAW National Elite Championship. I cannot express with words just how long I ha r been yearning, coveting, and desperately grinding away for this opportunity. For over a year and a half I was haunted by a win. That’s right, POP, Stark, Rex, and every other paper champion to hold that belt have denied me what was rightfully mine! They were too afraid to step into the rig with Mark Michaels because they knew I’d outclass ‘em at every turn. They knew that if given the chance I’d step on their throats and tear that title out of their cold dead hands if need be. So each and every single one of them since January 1st, 2016, has dipped, dived, and ducked me in order to hang on to my belt for just a moment longer. This has been the modus operandi and it has driven me insane, it has burned a hole in the bottom of my stomach. I’ve nearly went sick chasing after this belt for he better part of the past two years, and all the while I’ve dealt with doubting critic who sit behind a keyboard and type up scathing, hyperbolic, defamation of my talents. These trolls have never once stepped foot into a ring, and more so they never will so long as I’ll be waiting to show each and every one of them just how good I am between the ropes. Oh And let us not forget how I’ve had to contend with a sea of envy they call the locker room, the guys like Kaise Boetius, and all his curtain jerking ilk that go out of their way to hinder me, while they ride my coattails. The ones who just as soon as I seem to get a breath of fresh air, try to drag me back down to their scum on bottom of the barrel level. They screw me out of title shots, they go out of their way to try and end my career, Finnegan Wakefield Your beloved New Breed Champion, he was nothing more than a Michael’s envy suffer hater who tried to break my neck by suplexing me on the concrete floor right before the ref could count three in a number one contender’s match! You’re precious little Nico Borg, the guy who Everton is wondering when he’s gonna use up his cash in the vault, he’s never beaten me. The Riddler hit me below the belt with a cane, something that would have put a normal man out of commission, but I persevere to make it to the end of a Hell’s Warpath Match, and the only thing everyone wants to talk about is Lucas coming in at the very end and finally getting his big win. Each and every one of these knuckleheaded nimrods in the back burn with jealousy the moment I step out on the stage. They can’t stand that I’m more talented, more charismatic, and better looking than every one of them combined! And for my troubles, for my efforts, for all the mountains and molehills I’ve been made to climb just the chance to get out of this lower midcard hell![/size]

[size=15]Well come this Saturday night, it’s all gonna change. Because finally, I’ve gotten my rightful shot at the National Elite Championship! Mark your calendars ladies and gentlemen, because this will be a day to remember, Mark Michaels capturing his first title here in EAW, and forever altering the landscape of both this company and this industry, it’s gonna happen because this time the title is in the line, this time the doofus holding it can’t run away, and this time it’s gonna be me standing with my hand raised high and the confetti raining down in grand celebration of my well deserved victory. [/size]

[size=15]Now I know that all the naysayers out their are just waiting for me to finish up this post so they could start talking all that hot garbage that pours out of their mouths, I know the rookies Lance Hart and James Ranger (you’re both so bland, dull, and interchangeable I might as well save the time and address both of you here.) can barely wait to run their mouths about how their the future because they barely eked out a win against some nobody in the minor league. But those two better start realizing real quick that the only future they’re ever gonna see, is me holding the title they wish they could get their hands on, me having my face on all the billboards and banners and promotional cups they give out at Burger King. In short they only thing that these boys are ever gonna do, is chase after the man who is the undisputed and unquestioned leader of the entire EAW roster regardless of brand. Now sure you boys had a few flashes of brilliance here and there, but those few sparks are nothing compared to the towering inferno that i am. You guys are diamonds in the rough, I’m the most prized stone the world has ever laid eyes on, adored for its beauty as much as its value, nothing could ever compare. That’s the level of disparity that’s between us. You boys would have been looked on as possible contenders, as guys who could have walked out with the win, but that’s simply not the case when you are locked inside that Elimination Chamber you boys are gonna find out real quick that even the two of you combined can’t beat perfection! You two are about to go right out of the frying pan, and into the fire. And when I’m done with both of you, you’ll be left absolutely torched in that ring #iPromise [/size]

[size=15]Now with the newbies out of the way, let me address the real meat of the competition. Let me address the three stumbling, stammering, head stuck in the sand haters who for one reason or another can’t seem to get it threw their thick skulls that come hell or high water, rain or shine, that title is being strapped around my waist. [/size]

[size=15]That’s right Nobi, this weekend is gonna turn out for you like every other time your choke artist ass steps on up to the plate. One more time with the bases loaded and count full, you’re gonna gather all your might, give a mighty swing, and be called on strike three. Now I’m more than sure you had your hands full in that little six man, but keep this in mind, I don’t have to carry any deadweight tag partners in this one. You get to experience a Mark Michaels with no limitations, no restrictions, one who doesn’t have to play nice to win. Like I said just a week ago, if I want to hurt you, if I want to bash your face into those steel chains, or send you crashing thru that bullet proof glass when we’re inside the chamber, there isn’t a damn thing that anybody could do about it. Your fists can’t help you in this situation, your (inferior) skills on the mat won’t mean a damn thing. When that bell rings and we’re in that ring together, anything and everything is fair game. A Selfie stick to the jaw is as legal as a headlock here. And that plays right into my hand, because not only do you not have enough manhood to throw down and draw blood from each and every opponent in your way, your dealing with a man who will in a heartbeat. So what’s the game plan here Nobi? What are you gonna do against the guy who’s been thru glass Gauntlets, and hell’s Warpath, and flaming rope and table battle royals, and walked away without a scratch?! How can you break @EAW’s ironman?! Plain and simple, you can’t! So if I were you, I’d be hoping and praying that you get eliminated long before Mark Michaels enters the match. Because when the Picture Perfect savior of showdown is in that ring, There won’t be a man alive that can stop him from cutting thru everyone between himself and that belt. #cantstop #wontstop[/size]

[size=15]And that includes you Lucas. Seems like old times, me poised to win a championship and cement my legacy here in EAW, and you shouting your fat head off about how you were the lucky fluke to ever steal a win. Now before you go spinning tall tales about how you were a dominant champion who everyone feared and such, let me remind you that while that might work on the lower I.Q.s in this match (yourself included) it never has and never will work[/size]
[size=15]On me. See I’m the guy who called you out for winning the New Breed Championship by entering last into a match where I did all the work. And I was also the guy who called you out for beating chumps who never did anything worth challenging you for said title. And when we you finally stopped ducking me, what did you do? You threw in a low level chump who wasn’t worthy of challenging for the title so that you’d have someone to pin. Now since that triple threat match, we’ve crossed paths a time or two. And just like I always said, you were never better than perfection. I outlasted you in the ring of fire battle royal, and I outlasted you in the flaming table five way. So maybe before you drone on and on spouting those lies you Love to tell yourself, maybe take a moment to pick your words because Saturday night I’m gonna shove them down your throat. I’m gonna definitely, and completely best you in every imaginable way my friend. It’s my time now, my golden moment, my triumphant victory that will live forever in the lore of Elite Answers Wrestling. So as I said, pick your words carefully, because when I dominate you, and pin you 1,2,3, in the middle of The ring, you won’t have any excuses, you won’t have any way to deny that everything I’ve always said about you is true, and you won’t have anybody to blame but yourself. [/size]

[size=15]And that just leaves you, our reigning, defending National Elite Champion. You know POPS, it’s really fitting how this season is coming full circle in a way. I beat you 1,2,3, you get lucky because some moron with a crush on me sent me thru a table before I could eliminate you from the five way at Dia Del Diablo, and now here in the chamber, I’m gonna pin you again. I’m bringing an end to your little nostalgia run, and in doing so I’m gonna take possession of my National Elite Championship. And when I do please don’t go around doing the pouty hall of famer thing. You know where you discredit your legacy by whining and moaning and crying like five year old girl. When I beat you (and rest assured I will be beating you) don’t try to find a scapegoat, don’t go on a rant about how Bryan Daniels made you defend this belt against me because when you won the damn thing Stark was as too high to realize the bell rang! Let me tell you something, this is a long time coming to me, I’ve been denied my greatness far too many times. I have been shoved aside by champions who were too afraid to face me, and general Managers who were too incompetent to realize what they had on their hands! It’s been a long, long time waiting for this chance, it’s been what feels like forever for me to capture this title, and I will not waste this chance! This time that belt goes thru me, this time inside of over a ton of steel There is no where for anyone to run. This time that title is mine and if I have to send you back to the retirement home, or the hospital, or the mortuary, well than by all[/size]
[size=15]Means I will. #nowayout[/size]

[size=15]So get ready, because the crowning moment of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero is coming this Saturday night! Blood, sweat, and every drop of energy I’ve spent getting to this match, it’ll have been well worth it when I hold that gold. Get ready because to beat me you’re gonna have to kill me and than kill my picture perfect zombie when it comes looking for that belt (#arrgBelt!). [/size]

[size=15]This Saturday, you will be in the ring with hands down, absolute, head and shoulders above the rest, single greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots and step into a ring! You will see why I’ve amassed an army of followers across the globe who hang on every word, fawn over every picture, and celebrate like it’s a holiday when I get a win. You will find out why I’m the undisputed Social Media Champion, and perfection incarnate in that ring, so all you boys better start getting to Picturing THAT![/size]

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