Welcome to Gaia! ::

:: The cameras cut to the ring, where there was a red carpet set out. A metal stand would be holding up a glass case where the AOWW Heavyweight Title was proudly showcased. Behind a podium was a nicely dressed Ryuu Sakamoto, tie, slacks, coat, shirt, all that. His music would die down shortly after the announcement of his name, and at this point, Ryuu would begin to speak. ::

" Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me here today. And though it seems like a funeral or memorial service for All-Out War Wrestling and its Heavyweight Title .. it's more of a celebration of what All-Out War Wrestling was and what it meant to different people. As the last Heavyweight Champion, I feel it's my duty and privilege to be the first to speak out on what breaking into All-Out War meant to me and my professional career.

For those of you unaware, my name is Ryuu Sakamoto. It's not a ring name, it's my given birth name. And while I do come out here night after night to entertain you fans by putting my body on the line, where would I be able to do such a thing .. if places like All-Out War didn't exist? I know you're saying to yourself that there's plenty of competition out there in different promotions, but All-Out War was truly something different from the rest. If it wasn't, then I would have never signed my name on the dotted line. If I didn't feel that All-Out War was going to bring out the best in my abilities as a performer and competitor, then I wouldn't have joined up at all. For me, All-Out War was a place that really brought out the 'Strong Stylist' side of my moniker. When you think All-Out War, you think brutality and cutting edge action. The competition here forced me to bring out the brute strength and the best of my technique to get to the level I desired. I'm glad to say that at the end of it all, I stood tall on the top of the All-Out War mountain as the Heavyweight Champion.

It wasn't a place for the weak of heart. It wasn't a place for the weak, period. All-Out War was exactly what it said it was .. a battlefield. A warground. And because of that, it will forever be something special. Fans of All-Out War, I implore you to follow us on this journey .. where it has finally taken us here at EWS.

Former wrestlers of All-Out War, at this point I would like to invite you out here so that you could share what All-Out War Wrestling meant to you.

:: Ryuu stepped back and allowed ANY of the wrestlers on the roster to come out and say their piece. ::

[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other ******** get out my business

"Only God Can Judge Me" by 2Pac hits the arena. Not many people recognized the music, but soon made a pop as "The Prophet" made his way to the arena with the old AOWW United States Title in hand.

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed


Walking down the ramp, Tavarius climbed up to the ring, then climbed up to the top rope and threw the West Side sign to a bunch of fans.

And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge mel

Keeping his hat on, Tav entered the ring with a mic and nodded his head at both Ryuu and Harli.

"Yo, what, is up, EWSSSS!"

Loud pop here.

"Yo, it's nice of ya to notice that yes indeed, I got a nice strap of US Champ Gold in my hands!"

Raising the old belt high above his head, he nodded his head to the cheering.

"And if all of you can remember this reign, well then you know that high class, high risk, high profiling, and a high Samoa Dan as we tore the mother f**king roof off in that match!"

"That's right couz, it was pizzaz, fanTASTic, a shot of dynamite up your a** explosion! And you can say that it was a hell of a ride, and if you think All Out War would be complete without its United States bling, well you haven't seen this prophecy yet, b***h!"

Taking the gold, Tav placed the belt on top of the UK title.

"And by the way, US ALLLWAYS trumps UK like a Royal Flush to a pair of twos. Choke on that!"

Damien walks down to "Big Things Poppin'" by T.I., the Battleground and Global War Championships on his shoulders.

"Apparently, Trytan is going to be late and Heavy Metal couldn't make it tonight. AOWW was my child. I raised it from day one from it's first episode of Battles to it's second and last War is Hell."

He sets the belts in the glass casings.

"The All-Out War is going to be laid to rest here in the Extreme Society. Which brings me to my next issue."

Damien's little brother Snypa is seen at ringside in a chair. He gets up and slides in the ring.

"Joey! I had the pleasure of putting Cartwright in that match. It's because you Brits don't deserve the glory of American recognition. You didn't recognize us as independent, which is why we sent your boy King George that declaration and y'all still didn't acknowledge us as Americans and not British. So, I'm going to do something for fun. By authority of my brother, the new Sheriff of EWS- you, Saint Joey- are going to be competing in a match. But not just any match."

Snypa unbuttons his shirt slowly.

"You see, there's one more piece of gold that will be added to EWS' repertoire of championships. I'm thinking of bringing back something that was part of another company I was brought up in. I am the CWF's first and last Blood Champion...but as of right now, I am the first and current EWS Blood Champion."

Snypa unbuttons his shirt all the way to reveal a championship with a plate of ruby. On the belt is "BLOOD"in silver Times New Roman letters.

"The rules of this title are simple: simple as another organization's rules for their gold which involves blood: bust 'em open and then go for the fall. As of tonight, Saint Joey meets the Snypa Rifle in the first Blood Championship match...contested under champion's match choice. See ya tonight, Joe."

Cartwright nodded his head, happy with the idea and match. 3nodding

"The beginning of my next title reign!" Cartwright replied confidently to a mixed reaction.