MATCHES FROM SYDNEY INCLUDE:
Crystal Zdunich vs. Kelsai Adamson-Mason
Writer: Josh

Cassidy Carter in action
Writer: Josh

World Tag League Matches:
Matt Hodges & Subarashi vs. The Wonderland
Writer:
 
 
MATCHES FROM BERLIN INCLUDE:
SCW Television Championship
Ricky James vs. Asher Hayes
Writer: Josh
 
World Tag League Matches:
The Jackass & Big Ass Connection vs. Lucas Knight & Chris Cannon
Writer: J

Dark Fantasy vs. Jordan Majors & Cookie Dreams
Writer: Jon

OK guys, the last summarised show before we head into the final big one

Card will be up in the morning


Enjoy

EMERGE #46

So closed, your eyes in this lonely dream. When you wake up rinsed in all this pain and covered in makeup. Stare into the mirror, those eyes will always be something you fear.
Looking back, the one you see is the person you wish you could be, or to run from. Standing in the mirror, the shame you blame all the eyes inside you when you scream.
You try to wipe it away, but the black runs too deep. The red seams too like to seep. Blue eyes stare like cold glares from the void of the ice and slowly they creep until nothing else beyond that you is what can be seen.
We use needles to dig in our grooves, scratch us up until that version of ourselves can finally be put away. However, it won’t be death, but a lull or sleep that will fall only for so many years. We could live for a century, but the demons we breed will always crawl like mites at our seams. Little ticks we prick and pick, but each only serve to show us who we are with every scar we cut away.

At the bottom of the swamp, buried by misunderstanding and willful ignorance, we that came before and strived to push a better future find ourselves in the position that we must now awaken. Drain the swamp and cake the earth in the blood of the defamed.
When I look in the mirror, what I see is a man I’ll never play again, but can never ever put away.
Torn between two versions of a non-existent self, I tug at the heartless strings of dead dolls and marionettes that have chosen to exhume my body.
You are the ones that chose to chew off your own arms, gouge out your eyes and rip out your own tongues.
So listen,

I was never special, only broken. I’ll never be fixed.
Still, there’s no one else I’d rather be like.
So much shame and too much strength to game from my pain to give it to someone else.

Datura, I chose to return to show you, in turn, that there is very little on land that resembles the world I had left to people like you. How in the hell does one live in a world where actual wrestling is banned? How in the whirl of ignorance swirls that that become the girls and boys of this mental toy do you live like clowns on the graves of those that paved the way for you to be giants?
We’re not special, we’re just broken, and we don’t want to be fixed.
We are sick, fucked up and complicated, but we don’t need to find some help.
When I say that we’re ill, no pill will help us just go away, it’s the perfume we bathe in, the misery we brush in our teeth and in the end, we all end up in a garbage dump, but those like me were the ones holding your hand. We couldn’t be cured, so you could know it’s okay to be scarred.
People like you and I could have married with the left hand. Could have danced on the ashes of the madding crowd.
We could have been complicated.

I am no man of show, no effigy to the moon, nor here at kill of you. I was an image projected onto you, but whether you chose to understand or over state your demands to be dance in this circus, I don’t know. I’m too blind to know.
I’m just a broken man.
So, here lies the dead.

My arms have broken and bent, pierced the thicket of roots and muck to stretch out into the foul water. My ascent from the swamp won’t matter if people like you continue to chase the dead.
You know you wished you could be there too, but as my body now lifts from the depth, it won’t matter, cause in this world there’s no tomorrow.
A thick film, super 8 lathered like brick across the surface of this swamp that has buried the past like I was against you can be broken. To climb over as the ice freezes us in this inferno, I’ve chosen to come to life only to show how dead you all really are.
Datura, like the rest of you, smug and fat royal rats in kitten skins, dance into the formal ball with no balls and call yourselves cowboys and natives. You battle with martini’s and disease filtered laughs. Crowns and gowns, and you have forgotten the King is invisible.
Now half-way and one step forward, I’ll move onto land toward your mansions and moving to the smell of your blood, skin like cotton candy, and dreams so easy to melt, it’s time for me to do what I do and hold a mirror to your champaign problems. 
That’s the point.
No return.

Alioth is no zombie, not space man, October is over. I’m here to ring all the bells that can ring, to show you the crack in everything from my satellite.
If you don’t want to know, I don’t need to show, but now that I’ve awakened, I’m not just going to go.
Don’t get in the way of the unforgiving. You’re not the hero. I’ll show each of you that you’ll be dead longer than you’re alive.
It’s up to you to decide what kind of corpse you leave, because once you’re first class on the astral plane, you’ll realize you’re worth nothing in this world and the one before.
We’ll all get what we deserve and deserve what we get. To those that steal from the rest, I’m not just the past, I am the future, and I keep my head together.

Now that you have set fire to the tree of life, I get to watch your suffering, high on the smoke and dance in your ashes.
So, who will I be stepping on now? 
Garbage or God?

Hey everyone, 

Just thought that I would stop by and give a little update to those of you that haven't caught anything that I have posted up on twitter and/or Facebook with my sporadic postings. First off, I'd like to address the elephant in the room which is the opinion that I posted several months ago that rubbed more than a few people the wrong way. It was simply just that my opinion that I shared to start a conversation. Not to offend nor piss people off, but to start a dialogue on the subject nothing more nothing less. Maybe I poorly worded it... I don't know. I don't remember and frankly I just want to move on the situation that I caused, but I just first wanted to apologize to anyone and everyone that I offended with my opinion. 

So again I just want to say I'm sorry and that I   you all.

Now to the update part, J and Omar I know for sure know a little something about what I'm currently going through at the moment. I've survived Hurricanes in the past, but never one right after another. Hurricane Laura finished totalling the house from the issues we were are already dealing with and then Hurricane Delta just compounded it even worse. FEMA has been no help to us... the best that they had done was give us two months (2,000 dollars) rents while repairs are made to our home. Which wouldn't cover the duration of the repairs, because were were told by a contractor that the whole trailer had to be rebuilt from the frame in its current state. They didn't give us anything to pay for the repairs and the fact that we have no insurance on our home, because of that fact that no will insure it due to the issues with how it was set up. Means that all the repairs would be 100% out of pocket for us.

So we did the only thing that we could with the money that they did give us... we used it for food, water, and ice during the 25 days we were without power and got a generator, because we knew after two months of renting we would have ended back up in our trailer as it is, because my brother is going on 2 years without working now and my check and my mom's disability is barely enough to keep our bills paid and food on the table. So we have been fighting with FEMA, because they have denied us help on housing assistance on a technicality. The land and the trailer are in my Mom's name, but the FEMA app was put in my name. We did that, because we heard that they were doing virtual walk throughs of the damaged dwellings, because of Covid. So I put everything in my name so that they would talk to me, because my mom has mobility issues uses a wheel chair most days just to get to the bath room and I knew that she wouldn't be able to do the walk through with the FEMA 'inspector' because that are parts of the house she can't get to due to the damage/not being wheelchair accessible (like my room). 

So they kept denying me, because I couldn't prove that I "owned" the land or the property even though I have lived in the home with my mother since the day that we moved in it after Hurricane Rita and that fact that my mom has given me power of attorney when it comes to the land. So yeah it's been a rough last couple months for us, but we are finally getting somewhere even though it's coming at a cost. We are finally on the path of getting a FEMA trailer, but as of today due to health reasons my mother and brother are being removed from the home to go to the Alexandra, LA Mega shelter while I get to stay "home". The only reason why I'm being allowed to stay is because I have no heath issues, i'm not at home 24/7 like they are because I go to work most days. So Iam allowed to stay, but they recommend I stay with friends So yeah that is what is going on with my right now.

Rick

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World Tag League Match

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