MATCH PROMO Andre Walker: Operation: Doomsday 01 ‘Stuck in the static.’

Andre Walker

Well-known member
EAW ROSTER
The Kaiser
Messages
671
Points
93
Location
kanye west
‘Stuck in the static.’

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“First order of business, Viz, yet another example of you fondling the nutsack of literally any elitist who isn’t some newly-become juiceheaded turkey cunt named Viz. To be quite honest, in the past, you’ve only ever concerned yourself with straddling dicks, so I’m a bit bewildered as to why you’re preoccupying yourself with my racial straddling. Yes, I was White for time, a stellar-haired cacazoid. Which reminds me, how do those PED’s feel? I’m not sure exactly what you were thinking, maybe that becoming some juicehead fuck that’ll suck dick for a supplement is in any way, shape, or form, better than some homosexual kiddie fiddling pole dancer, living on the backburner of Drake King’s legacy. Yet another who believes themselves to be a purveyor of verbal savagery when in reality, the unironic and nonsensical, and just, fucking gay packages of idiocy that are Visual Prophet promos only paint you as a King’s jester. A clown. Fitting, seeing as how your only true talent is making a fool of yourself, more so than any of us could ever. It seems as though we can find a middle ground, however. Fuck you too. Mad backwards cunt, needing a circus show to claim the title from the waist of man who’s tit he’d been glued to for months. Fucking pathetic. Speaking of the mouthbreathing embarrassments of this brand, hello, LC! More than anything, firstly, I’d like to say thank you. Thank you for saving me the time and going out of your “righteous” way to do my job for me. Truly. Much like Viz, this right here, not even half the battle, yet somehow, you can’t even manage that. “LC, you’re so old! You’re a has-been, a once-great, who can’t seem to uncork his head long enough from his ass to recognize how far from your podium you’ve fallen!” I’m sure that’s about what you hear every time you face someone like me, correct? A young buck, a come-up. And while yes, you are old, you’ve maintained your image, unlike many of your cohorts. Yet, that image is seemingly unchanging. Genuinely, no backwards motion and certainly none forward, what role do you play? You’ve only solidified yourself as what I originally believed you to be, a gatekeeper. Honestly, when you think Elite Answers Wrestling, the displeasure that is your ugly mug appears in the minds of none. Only fumbling your way into an Elite Answers Wrestling Answers title match-up, but either way, your name will never enter the conversation of being synonymous with EAW’s greats in 2020. For entertainment’s sake, let’s say you do beat me at Operation: Doomsday, will that change your course? Will the tides of your aspirations suddenly change with a victory over Andre Walker, your eyes finally focused on anything, but the blinding lights of your career’s sun? That sun being the blinding glare of all your accolades. Which, by the way, mean absolutely nothing to me. Hall of farmers, former champions, grand rampage winners, all of whom I’ve defeated, despite this notion that I’m yet another “complacent and entitled” novice of this game. Though if you aren’t looking to talk about the past, let’s talk about the stagnant and lifeless entity that your future is going to be. After all, you’re stuck in the static of your own career. Searching desperately for a lifeline, looking to advance to the next frame, only to find that you’ve already been hopping from frame to frame, with no real correlation or care as to the content of those frames. You attained a huge victory at Midsummer Massacre against at least one superlative talent, what will you do with it? Demand your dues, claim the brass ring you believe yourself to be in need of? No, you won’t. As I’ve said, you’re just a gatekeeper. A test of talent. You’re the man who’ll be pit against a young talent to see how far they’ll advance in this company. No real direction, no real legacy being avidly created.”

“You’re a measuring stick, the likes of which I’ve been surpassing for months now. The most ironic part of all of this is that the story you’re attempting to write for yourself is being a needle-moving mainstay of this company, unyielding, pressing the pedal to the floor and ripping the brakes from the car itself. Yet, you’ve been stuck in the mud for sometime now. Beyond the blatant misguided shame you look to sprinkle unto my name, you assume that I want any form of advice from you? Lmfao. Someone who’ll look to subconsciously convince the morons who willingly listen to anything he says out that I don’t watch the product, yet fire an arrow of “Your hopes and dreams won’t carry you past me!” straight to my heart. A heart you believe to be the only element that has gotten me thus far. If anything, your insecurities only bleed through the cracks of your words. The expectation that every competitor who isn’t some old as fuck vet is on here on the whimsical notion that they have bigger dreams than everyone else. The portrait you’re painting, of a man who’s in over his head, to be quite honest, ic completely accurate. You’re right. I am in over my head, I’m diving into the deepest, darkest waters of Dynasty’s ocean. LC, I’ve been throwing myself into the fire since my first step in this door. I painted a target on my back before anyone else had the chance to, you absurd cunt. You’re walking into my match, the fight that I want. This is David vs. Goliath re-written. You’re the more experienced and seasoned of the two of us by miles. You’re the more prolific and known competitor, but you aren’t the more intelligent competitor. Enter this match with as much in-ring prowess as you’d like to bill yourself to possess, at the end of the day, David’s still packing a .38 and is planning on planting a bullet between Goliath’s eyeballs. Does someone who isn’t looking to be thrown into the fire not only accept the toughest challenges but reach out and rip them from the skies? Berating me is a given, dissecting my methodology, almost promised. Though ignorance and hypocrisy are a far cry from the grandeur that you’ve sought to purvey. There’s complexity and underlying emotion to the best of stories. Implicit narratives, to be detected whether you’d like, or not, LC. Your narrative being one of insignificance. An ineffectual substitution, a slot any could have filled. This ship doesn’t sink without you, it remains unwaveringly forwarding moving, in fact. What does LC bring to Elite Answers Wrestling that no other does? ….Absolutely nothing. You’re a spoke on the wheel, not the wheel itself. The name Dynasty isn’t synonymous with Lethal Consequences. Is it? You claim to be the production, but if that’s the case, a dicksucking hooligan like Viz is the programming owner who lets you run it. This being the problem with deploying the nonsensical propaganda along the lines of “you’re living in your own world!” Yes, of course, I am. Everyone is. Do you honestly believe that anyone besides you would live in a world where Lethal Consequences reigns afore his dominion? That better man wouldn’t have already ripped the crown from his head? You’ve already unknowingly entered my world and it’s not a world where you have the freedom to exist as you are. Unlike, well, you, and the rest of this roster, I don’t have to jot down scathing insults and sly comments to weaponize against you because it’s just meaningless. Truly. Do you think I’m going to listen to criticism from someone I would’ve NEVER asked advice from? There’s a reason I speak so heavily about myself, in specific as well, and generalize the lot of you into certain categorizations. You’d like to hope that my overconfidence isn’t a weapon and that it’s constantly attributing to my career upward motion, but it is. For the sake of what exactly should I belittle myself and look to address each and every talking point made and why I’m not the things you claim? To act as if history doesn’t exist is a diverge from recognition and honest address, because if history’s shown us anything it’s that I’m anything but a run-of-the-mill young buck, looking to stake his claim at glory. You’re all just slowly beginning to recognize your stakes, yet I’ve been fighting for mine before even entering this company.”

“Make no mistake about it, LC, you may be a wall for me to climb, but otherwise, you aren’t this Picasso with a pen that you’re spouting off to be. Any one man, woman, or otherwise, who believes themselves to be the liferaft holding EAW’s head above the water, is as foolish as those they look to scorn. Including you. Seeing as how you really aren’t that special. End of the day, the spotlight is still on me. Your Midsummer Massacre match, was, as the title suggests, only mid. An unexceptional and undistinguished matchup which will amount to abso9lutely nothing when Jamie cuts your head clean off. That reminds me, do you know just why our match, for weeks now, has been labeled as “A potential match of the year candidate, that’s for sure!”? The answer is simple, I’m in it. Now, it takes two to tango, and you’re certainly formidable, not more so than other who’s lights have fizzled out in the shadows of my shine, but something like it. It could’ve been Chris Elite vs. Andre Walker, match of the year candidate. Andre Walker vs Sarah Price, match of the year candidate. Andre Walker vs Insert any fucking elitist name, who isn’t a useless sum of debris, here, match of the year candidate. Andre Walker brings match hof the year candidates, though more specifically, I bring genuine, authentic, in-ring prowess and talent. I don’t waste more time than I have to cheapening men like you, who happen to already do a fine job of it yourselves. I don’t use more time than is an inconvenience of telling people how my matches will end, because it’s spelled out from the get-go.”

“Andre.”

“Walker.”

“Fucking.”

“Wins.”

“Again.”

“Subscribing yourself to the vain notion that because you won at Midsummer Massacre, you’re going to beat me. It’s quite funny actually. After one loss, they’ll all be ready to write you off. To allow your body it’s permanent residency in the belly of indifference. Yet, gain one win and suddenly you’re the one who’s going putting on a clinic at Operation: Doomsday. LC, you take it as it comes. No real desire for the best competition, no actual hope for the best matches attainable. Simply settling for what this company hands you. I’m taking what I please when I please, and some middle of the road conventional mainstay of carelessness, who should’ve run down his father’s leg all what must have been centuries ago, isn’t going to stop that. And you thought I was looking for advice fro you? Go collect a paycheck for literally anything other than existing in this company as a ring bearer for the garden variety. You clearly care more about me and my existence more than I do yours. You know why I halted you from continuing yet another one of your inane and senseless rants on Dynasty all those weeks ago? You’re dumb as fuck and cunts from the 90’s are the only people in the world interested in what LC has to say. I was simply preventing you from wasting any more precious television time with a promo that would’ve affected nothing and nobody. I could swear it was you, however, who made damn sure I didn’t knock off EAW’s golden girl. I could care less about interfering in your matches or allowing you to weasel your way out of MSM with a victory. Because it’ll have little effect on our match, the smallest portion of that affect not working your favor, only getting to your head and fueling the asinine words that spill from your mouth\. Your words aren’t venom, they’re water. You aren’t turning that water into wine for anyone, but yourself. A drunken spell of disarray and allusion. You fail constantly to create diamonds from dirt both verbally and physically so often, it’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. I’d tell you that you’ll be on your way out the door, and even ask you for some higher stakes on this match, such as your retirement, but we both know you’d never retire. You’ll never not standing afore the gates of what’s going to be my kingdom. Continue to hold that measuring stick, one of which I’ve already surpassed. It’s all you’re really good for.”


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