Red White and Bruised 2010 Promo Thread...

**Cryonix** · 09-08-2010, 12:29 AM

Post your Promos Here. Promos Due September 12th at 12 A.M. Pacific Time

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ETE (Gabby and Jack)
Michael Servin/Karoline
G-Rich
TMX (Matt Boudreau)
TheBigBang(Nemesis)
DrNash(StuSt.Clair)
Hifo (Shane McLean)
Pockets (Moira Crawford)
Wolf
iMatt (Thomas and Drew)
Lainey (Rocky Creed)
PT15 (Darnell Porter)

**tmnt316** · 09-08-2010, 10:11 AM

The FWAtron flickers on and nothing can be seen. The fans can obviously tell the FWAtron is on because it’s a different shade of black on the screen, but they just can’t see anything. Suddenly a bored sounding narration begins.

“As she traverses through the tenuous world of man, the blossom of her sheer brilliance illuminates the shadowy paths defined by the unadorned, the unworthy and the deluded. But for those that take as gospel, these words to heart, the ambience of light will illuminate even the atramentaceous of paths.”

The rustling of what sounds like paper can be heard for a few seconds in the background and then the voice begins to speak again.

“As you catch a glimpse of her smooth caramel toned legs and commanding blue eyes you will instantly know that you’ve made the right choice, in accepting her divinity. For now you have be extricated, you have been led out of the darkness and into the light, your path has been divined and through your acceptance your entity has now become something exclusive.”

A few sparks can be seen on the FWAtron, like someone flicking a lighter and then a single flame can be seen. After a few seconds of just the flame, the bottom end of a book can be seen and as the flame moves under it, the book begins to burn. It’s held there burning from bottom to top, but as it gets to the middle and the prevailing ashes fall to the floor, the title of the book can be seen on screen. Some fans gasp, finding this act despicable as the word “Gabible” burns to a crisp.

The Gabible is then raised up a bit, revealing the shadowy face of Drazin, smirking delightfully into the camera. He then drops the Gabible on the ground and the camera remains fixated on it until it is nothing but a pile of ash and the fire has burnt out. Drazin finally begins to speak from the perpetual darkness.

DRAZIN: “Wow what a load of crap that was. I had trouble reading just the beginning and the end, imagine if I had to go and read the whole damn book. How any nitwit can read that huge pile of trash, will all her big fancy words used to drown out how old Gabby is really an insignificant hooker, is beyond me. So I did the only thing anyone with any sense what so ever should do, wipe this damn thing from existence. Better yet, maybe I should just go right to the source and wipe Gabby from existence, send her packing back home to her poor old partner. But then that would be kind of mean because it wouldn’t be long before her Wifey poo moved on, due to Gabby being such a useless sack of nothing. I have already beaten you Gabby, the only thing you have done to me is come out of the shadows like a little whore hiding from the police and when the coast was clear, you went back to doing what you do best, whoring yourself out. Just because you didn’t accept Jolson’s money, doesn’t make you any less of a whore, actually it makes you worse, considering you just give freebies. The last time we meant I admitted I respected you, now you’re not worth the saliva it take to spit on you. If joining up those three other clowns wasn’t bad enough, you went in league with Drusilla. Oh wait maybe he, whoops she, is your type huh? Can’t have that now, your poor Wifey Poo may become jealous. Is that why you covered your tracks and nailed him too? After all that took a lot of effort considering I had him beat to a pulp and about to take his ass wiper. I expect and admire that sneak attack shit from the likes of Boudreau because of the history between us, I can even see that rat Creed coming from behind, as he always does, but you continued to sink to a new low, giving up any values you once had and working for poor old Drusilla, who couldn’t win, defend or even whack off without help.”

Drazin pauses for a moment and then his eyes begin to light up, becoming all that can be seen on screen.

DRAZIN: “A few weeks ago Severino, your poor stalker ex, didn’t know what hit him. I the man who everyone sees as reformed, not as threatening, not as deadly and whatever else may have you, beat the man who makes murders seem tame. I took him toe to toe and pounded on his face, leaving nothing but a worthless carcass in the ring. So to put this in perspective, the arguably most sadistic man in this Piss Pot Place fell to someone who many see as a humbled version of his former self. So if this humbled man can sink down to the lowest bowels of hell to beat this sadistic piece of shit, just for the hell of it, what do you think I’m going to do to a backstabbing little whore? That’s right Gabby, you better be shaking in your boots or fancy shoes, whatever the case may be because when I’m through with you, the only thing familiar will be your placement. As you are lying on your back in the middle of the ring, given the ride of your life, except the only penetration will be my knuckles piercing every wound I create on you. I’m going to grab the pretty head on hair and yank you around the ring by it, those long precious legs you write about in that pile of trash book, I’m going to break them and just like last time I’m looking forward to this. Not for the romp, because obviously I’ve been there done that, as has many others, but because payback is going to be a bitch. For last time you called me out saying how you wanted a Goddess and God fighting until one stands triumphant. So Gabby be careful what you wish for because the Great God Drazin is going to be the one coming to the ring, you want Drazin to awaken the God, while you got it. Just as Drazin came about and stopped your worthless so called scary ex, Drazin is going to stomp you silly and boy will it feel good.”

His eyes light up even more on screen as he starts talking in the third person, they become so bright that you can see his sly smirk, as he obviously enjoys the third person.

DRAZIN: “But let Drazin pose a question to one and all. If the little whore couldn’t beat Drazin last time, when Drazin was fooling around and hadn’t reverted back to Godhood, how in the hell does she stand a chance now? For those of you who don’t have the brain cells for that question, that answer is simple, she can’t. Your ex awoken the monster and last week Drazin put it away because a mop could beat Jolson, but it’s still there and Drazin doesn’t have to use it against a whore like you, but Drazin is sure as hell going to. Since Drazin has given the talent of this Piss Pot Place their 50/50 shot, the odds have risen quite higher in Drazin’s favor. Thanks to the likes of you, your ex and that moron Wake Walker, Drazin has proven that when it comes to 50/50 chances, Drazin is triumphant when push comes to shove. So if you want to bother doing math like the last time, what was it 53/47 you said? Then go right ahead, but Drazin is sure you won’t like what you find. So Drazin will let you keep it at 50/50, deluding yourself into thinking you have a chance, just as your deluded yourself into believing you are divine. For stating things like the Divine can’t be beat and such, as you did when you last faced Drazin, and then being beat, just proves you are nothing but a phony, a fraud, a charlatan. You belong locked up, either in a mental institution for your obvious mental capacity or jail for your extracurricular activates. Either way would do society a big favor and rid you from a true God’s presence. For Drazin knows what it means to be divine, Drazin knows it means ignoring the piss ants, letting them worship only to be ignored and Drazin helps those who helps themselves, meaning Drazin doesn’t do a damn thing. The power of a true God, is doing nothing, unlike the fake ones from Olympus, the pathetic one in Valhalla or the idiotic ones ruling the desert. Each one like you, trying to make themselves feel divine by making up commands in some dumb book and praying on the weak and feeble minded. But guess what Gabby? Each one of them fell, no more do you see any of the big three, as they all died out, signifying how divine they really were and your legacy will be no different, as Drazin shortens your tenure as a Goddess, taking years off your life and proving how divine you really are.”

The fans can tell Drazin is now shaking his head back and forth.

DRAZIN: “Divine? Hell Drazin doesn’t even think a whore like you knows the meaning of the word. Although you do keep saying it an awful lot, maybe if you say it a million times it will come to pass huh? Or not. As being divine means you need no one what so ever, but your career is littered up and down with piss ants, showing just how needy you really are. Let’s see where does Drazin even begin? First I guess Drazin will start with your Wifey Poo. So after proving you were nothing and losing to Jenny a good three times, your suck holed around pulling a Rocky Creed and hung off her coat tail. You followed her around and won the tag title ass wipers. Bravo that’s, a big accomplishment, after all needing two people to win some ass wipers is so impressive. Whoops did Drazin forget that before that you were part of Executive Excellence? Yeah that doesn’t even need mentioning because in that group you were kind of like the court jester or the court whore, good for a laugh and a romp or two, but that was about it. Guess you just weren’t executive material and were more of their fluffer huh? So back to your Wifey Poo. Wow you know you did beat her, only to lose to her again shortly after, maybe she took pity on you? Kind of her equivalent of a pity bleep. Guess with her you only get one huh? Let’s see after that lose you tried again for the great women’s ass wiper and lost once again, to that moronic speaking Moira, wow good job, so divine there. It is so true, Drazin doesn’t even have to make this bleep up, you can only win anything significant when you have someone to hang off of. Hell your whole career can be summed up with three other piss ants. Your Wifey Poo and those APAB morons. The only significant matches you’ve had is against them, with them or below them, which ever you prefer. But Drazin has to mention your biggest divine choice, joining up with the Great Siege. Yeah that was your best choice ever. Joining up with the two morons who you could never beat without Jenny and since she’s all gone, you know you can’t beat them, so may as well join them huh? Then there is the cream of the crop Wyoming, gone from yuppy cowboy to big bad scary cowboy, yep a bunch of real winners there. Hell they win so much Drazin has beaten the whole lot of them. Drazin has beaten every single one of you piss ants and Drazin did it without any help and without joining any group. So who’s the more divine one?”

He stops for a few seconds and the fans see the lighter flickering on and off again, before finally becoming a single flame. Instantly after the flame is shown every fan in the arena slaps their hands over their ears, as the clanging of church bells can be heard, rather loudly. A huge flock of crows then fly across the brightened screen and as they dissipate, the fans can see a huge pile of Gabibles sitting in front church steps. The bells subside and Drazin steps out in front of the pile of Gabibles. He smirks and drops the lighter on the pile, watching as they catch fire.

DRAZIN: “If one is truly divine the flame will not burn her, the fire will not consume her and from the ashes she will rise. Wow that sounded good? Maybe you should write that down Gabby and put it in your next bible, you think? For just like this pile of worthless trash you are going to burn with the vengeance Drazin will be bringing to the ring, you are going to be consumed with the magnitude of power Drazin is going to come at you with and you won’t rise from any ashes as Drazin grinds you into dust with the heel of Drazin’s boot. You won’t be feeling any warm sense of euphoria tonight, if you think you are going to win, you will be disappointed and never fear because Drazin is going to push you…..make you sweat….and sure as hell make you scream. But remember one thing above all else Gabby, these were all requests from our last bout. So you and your little whore mouth brought this reign of fire down upon yourself. Take a good long look at your ex, the big bad Jack Severino because the scars Drazin left him, will be nothing compared to what Drazin does to you, you may not be pretty any more when Drazin is through, but at least you can still open those legs and put a bag over your head.”

Drazin laughs a bit over the top and then yanks out a paper bag. He turns and takes one final look at all the burnt Gabibles, walking over on top the ash pile. He goes to speak, but then suddenly an idea strikes him and he smirks. He turns his back to the camera and the noise of a zipper is heard, seconds later a piss stream can be heard, as well as Drazin chuckling. The zipper then goes back up and Drazin turns back towards the camera, tossing the paper bag in the wind.

DRAZIN: “There as you undoubtedly lounge about blowing your next client, this bag will blow to you giving you the ability to at least perform one of your two jobs when our match is over. For your divinity is about as relevant as Jolson, who Drazin doesn’t mention because there is no point, as he won’t be the ass wiper holder very long. Gabby, Drazin is going to piss all over your divinity, Drazin is going to piss all over you and Drazin may just turn those pearly blue eyes a bit yellow, sorry Drazin has bad aim sometimes. So bleep the 50/50 chance, bleep the Drazin is right your wrong and that’s all there is to it, for just as you came out of the shadows whoring yourself for Jolson, Drazin is going to keep you in the dark the whole damn match. For every swing, every move and every blow you won’t see coming and after our match your so called followers will know the true length of your divinity. You said on Fight Night you were coming for Drazin, while Drazin says stop your whoring and bring it the bleep on. For the Great God Drazin is going to send you packing to Valhalla. For very soon fiction takes on fact, the whore takes on the God, Gabby comes once again up against Drazin and it will be evil under the sun.”

The flock of crows suddenly fly back across the screen and as they once again dissipate, a beam of sunlight can be seen streaming on the ash pile left over from the burnt Gabibles.

**carter007** · 09-08-2010, 03:47 PM

Scene opens with a black screen with an announcement

Narrator: The following announcement has been paid for by XXX Enterprises. Viewer discretion is advised.

We see Xavier Xander Xerxes in a boxing ring training for his triple threat match for the X-Division championship. He has boxing gloves on as Francois has headgear, training gloves, and a huge mat wrapped around his waist.

XXX: It's showtime. My time to shine. Time for the Triple X to add another X to his name.

He lands a vicious right hook to Francois as he wipes sweat from his brow. Francois is feeling loopy from the blow.

XXX: Let's be honest, ever since Alexx has held the X-Division title, the division has floundered into near obscurity.

XXX lands a low blow on Francois. Francois collapses to the canvas.

Next scene we see the two men in a bowling alley. Francois bowls first but his ball goes directly into the gutter. Xavier continues speaking...

XXX:Just like Francois bowling, Alexx has led the X-Division into the gutter.

Xavier goes up to bowl. Francois hits a few buttons on the control panel and brings up the lane bumpers. Xavier straps on a bowling glove and elbow pad and grabs his ball. He then proceeds to bowl a perfect strike after his ball bounces from bumper to bumper. Xavier jumps for joy and high fives Francois.

XXX: You see, Alexx believes himself to be god's gift to women, but we know that is far from the truth. I have slept with the likes of JWOWW, Beyonce, and Salma Hayek. Hugh Hefner gets my leftovers! As far as I see it, I am God's Senior Thesis.

Next scene sees Xavier and Francois playing soccer with 7 year old boys on a playground field. We see Francois getting juked by a few kids and knocked to the ground looking visibly exhausted. We also see Xavier selfishly dribbling the ball and pushing kids over. He winds up for a shot and the ball fires towards the goal and goes in. Xavier celebrates and pulls his shirt over his head. The boys stand puzzled and the playground is hushed as we only here Xavier's celebration yell.

XXX: It's too easy. Honestly, I don't know how I do it sometimes. GET SOME! GET SOME!!

The concluding scene sees Xavier, Francois, and two cardboard cut outs of Cameron Cross and Alexx sitting at a table.

XXX: So Cameron what makes you think you're better than me?

Camera cuts to the Cameron Cross cutout. No response.

XXX: Look this whole 'lone wolf' thing you got going on, it just sucks. This isn't a video game. You're not Max Payne or Cloud Strife. I got to where I am today because I know the Sultan of Jordan, I know the Queen of England, I know the President of the United States. It's not just who you know, it's what you know. I know that you are not going to win this match, and I know without a shadow of a doubt, that I will be the new X-Division champion.

Francois claps his hands enthusiastically as if Xavier had given a major speech. Xavier grins and looks at the Alexx cutout.

XXX: Alexx, why don't people like you?

Camera pans to the Alexx cardboard piece. No response.

XXX: I'll tell you why. The people don't like someone who is self-centered and narcissistic. The people don't like someone being a champion of a seemingly dead division. The people want someone who is charismatic XXX slowly rises from his chair as patriotic music is heard in the background someone with the blood of gods and the lineage of Emperors.

His voice begins to get louder as he continues

XXX: They need a champion they can be proud of. A former star quarterback. An idol for millions the world over. The chosen one, the man who puts the Cross in Crossfire. They need me, Xavier Xander Xerxes. The people want to see me win the X-Division champion. They love me. They adore me. It is I who will lead the X-Division to the promised land!

Xavier suddenly punches the Cameron Cross cardboard and rips off his head, and superkicks the Alexx cardboard to the floor. Xavier celebrates again and looks to high five Francois, but we see that Francois has fallen asleep with his head on the table. He looks back at the camera.

XXX: Why did the chicken cross the road? To watch Xavier Xander Xerxes become the new X-Division champion....BELIEVE THAT!

**The Golden One** · 09-09-2010, 11:16 PM

I got Twenty Nine Problems....But

A dark room, with a spotlight shining down in the center of the room. The only thing able to be seen ahead is dark figures. Definitely figures of humans as they walk left and right, crossing in front of what looks to be a stage. The stage is located in the middle of the room as the song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” plays in the background. One of the dark figures walks and stops before a seated dark figure. She is holding what looks to be a tray and grabs a cylinder object and places it on a round table.

As the scene comes closer and closer to frame, the stage is more noticeable. The stage has a silver pole coming from the center and rising to the ceiling. There are chairs surrounding the stage with a counter, used for drinks. Three men sit and stare upward, their necks being put to strain. Other men, still without light on them, but their masculine figures noticeable, sit further form the stage with their elbows leaning on round tables, every now and then picking up a glass and taking a sip of a drink.

The figure carrying the tray has a feminine physique, with a skinny figure and healthy chest area. The tight shirts and shorts sometimes catch the eye of the men sitting down, taking their glares form the stage.

On the stage, one figure with shiny tan legs dances and grooves. The only thing that can be seen is the woman’s scarlet red, silk panties, which cover her lower body from full nudity. Assumedly she is a female. She dances like one and catches the gaze of men like a female would. Her upper body is not seen, but she brings down one of her hands down to waist level, and drops her scarlet red bra onto the stage, revealing everything that the camera cannot see but the men in attendance can.

Some of the men sitting around the stage take a dollar bill and place it onto the stage, and then flick it towards the feet of the dancer. The dollar bill stops just shy of her golden heels.

“There’s one thing I don’t have to worry about, but there’s a lot of things on my mind lately. It’s unfortunate. Some of my friends said that I could come to a place like this to relax, but it’s not really working that well.”

The voice of Devin Golden, “The Golden One”, comes from a round table nearby. He is not well lit in the dark club, but he is wearing a cap, t-shirt, and jeans. He is sitting back in his chair, his elbow on the round table.

A waitress in tight, black, high shorts walks up to him and places a drink on the table. Devin nods in thankfulness and takes a sip of the drink.

Devin Golden: This is also not a problem of mine, but we won’t get into that. That topic has been dug up, buried, dug up, buried, and dug up five times over. We all know that some people can’t handle their liquor.

Devin takes another gulp of the drink, relaxing back in the chair as he looks to the stage, without his expression changing much.

Devin Golden: I always thought that people who came to places like this had serious problems. I always kind of looked down upon stuff like this. It degregates an entire gender. It makes people out to be objects. I just never understood it, but I guess I could see the relaxing side of it.

Devin Golden: And if people who come here have problems, then chalk up another one for me. Hell, I’ll admit it. I have a lot of problems. I have a long list of them. I can even run them down for you, just so everyone knows that I don’t view myself as perfect, and if this place…this…club of stripping…is one of my problems…then add it to the list.

Devin grabs a white napkin from the table and brings it close to his eyes as he reads. All of his "problems" are written down on the napkin.

Devin Golden: 1. I no longer have a tag team partner, a co-tag champion.

2, 3, and 4. I still have to deal with Stu St. Clair, Wolf, and that chump Nameless in the Age of Fallen.

5. I ran out of shampoo today.

6 through 11. I have six other competitors in the "End of Summer Madness" who would all end my career just for the opportunity to become a World champion. Whether it be Moira, Jack Severino, Princeton, Wolf, Shane McLean, and whoever replaces Mike Curtis.

12 and 13. I have to worry about Aut Pax Aut Bellum, the longest reigning tag team champions in FWA history, and the future tag title unification match that I must have with them.

14. I have to find another partner. So, beyond the stress of losing my own partner, the person I won these tag title belts with, I have to find someone else to take his place. And in reality, no one will ever take his place.

15. I smoked marijuana a few weeks ago, and I have to worry about passing a drug test.

16. I have to worry that you, Mr. Ashley O' Ryan, are going to crack a liquor bottle over my head...or Moira's head...again. I have to worry about your drunken stupor as of late.

17. Alexx is closing in on my record-breaking X-Division title reign, and that bothers me. As much as I speak about heart and determination, even I have a little bit of pride. And that X-Division belt is something that I hold my name to. When someone things of the division, they think of me first and foremost. Not Baphomet. Not Moira. Not Alexx. Me. And that will never change. It's the biggest thing I hold to my legacy in the FWA, and I can't let it go to someone like Alexx.

18. APAB isn't just APAB anymore. It's The Great Siege. They have more members, and more people ready and waiting to screw me over in the unification match. It's not just a 2v2...or even a 2v1 match anymore.

19. I forgot to do laundry yesterday.

20. My New Orleans apartment smells funny. I think my dog took a dump in one of his new hiding places that I can't find.

21 through 28. Eight people walked up to me in the past week and asked me if I was ever going to break through and get into the main event scene. That bothers me, because as much as I have done in this company, I still haven't made it to the top. And I don't want to be the next "Wolf". I don't want to be someone who can't break through and win the big one.

29. I have to face a man, who is not only a drunk, but also a deranged lunatic who is planting seeds of lies in his own brain and is uncontrollable. Shane McLean's aunt and uncle is the perfect example. And I have to face that man, one on one, to gain my spot in the Fatal Four way encounter than will grant one person a World Heavyweight title shot. And that honor would erase problems 21-28, and make all other problems before it nothing relevant to my life or my career.[/COLOR]

Devin sits back and chuckles for a second.

Devin Golden: Ok. Ok. Some of those problems aren't actually problems. And some aren't really true. But, in the grand scheme of things, a lot of those things are true. And the final one is the problem that I am most focused on dealing with at this moment.

But you see...Ashley O Ryan...my drunk friend...and also my drunk enemy...and my sadistic, psychologically unstable opponent for Red, White, and Bruised....I DID NOT include ANY PROBLEMS about girls, women, females...and specifically one Moira Crawford.

Because, I have 29 problems...but a BITCH...AINT...ONE.

Devin takes another drink from his glass. It is now just under half full. And it will always be half full and not half empty.

Devin Golden: Now, it's time for you...Ashley O' Ryan...to realize that. Take the advice of Shawn Cortez or Christian Crawford. Take their advice, as insulting to me as it may be, that the thought or belief of me and Moira having a relationship beyond a working one or an acquaintance-ship or a new friendship that never leaves a wrestling arena...that idea, is absolutely bezerk. But you don’t care, do you? You only care about causing more mayhem and destruction, both physically and emotionally…to people’s lives. You only care about making noise in this industry.

The former X-Division champion looks to his side and notices a guy following one of the dancers past the tables and off to a corner of the club. Devin then brings his attention back to the main stage.

Devin Golden: And I now know the secret behind it, Ash. I now know the secret. You see, it boggled my mind for so long. Why does he do such things? Why is he acting like this? How could he say such things?

Well, I have the answer. You have an attention-whore attitude, where if people forget about you for even the slightest amount of time, you have to find a way to regain people’s attention. Not by rational means, but my irrational means that raise people’s eyebrows. You do it through shock effect, and while it works…it really pisses me off.

Devin shakes his head, no longer relaxing in the club or enjoying the sights offered. He is now pissed thinking about what Ashley has done to him the past few weeks.

Devin Golden: At the 2-year anniversary show of Crossfire, you tied up and gagged Shane McLean’s aunt and uncle in torn up pieces of a Scottish flag. Now, me and Shane are far from friends. We’ve faced once, and I beat him. It was a great match, and I have all the respect in the world for what he did as a North American champ, a Tag Team champ, a member of the Unholy Uprising, and what he has done in his return thus far.

However, it made me think. Why would you do this, Ash? Because you wanted to get to Shane? Nope. Because you wanted to win a match? A Betrayal rematch? Not really.

You did it because you wanted people to notice you. You wanted to be relevant again.

He nods his head in agreement. The song in the club changes to “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Motley Crue. Another staple for clubs of the sort.

Devin Golden: Ever since you were World Heavyweight champion, and that Cinderella run you made to the top, you have slowly trickled down to mediocrity and irrelevancy. And finally, you realize, “Hey, people don’t come to see what Ashley O’ Ryan is going to do next.” So, you decide to become an alcoholic brewing up theories about aliens attacking planet earth and Moira and Devin having an affair. Maybe then people will notice again. Maybe then people will come to see what other crazy things Ashley O’ Ryan does.

Off to the side, a drunk male is sitting at one of the tables causing a commotion. He gets up, stumbling drunk, and tries to escape the grips of the security for the club. He is a scrawny individual, and he is no match in his drunken state. More facts soon to emerge about the situation, as one of the girls, being guarded by a bouncer and a bartender, begins screaming at the belligerent individual.

“You tried to grab me!” says the dancer.

“I didn’t…I didn’t do anything like you to them," the drunken man screams with a slurred voice.

The man can hardly stand at this point, but he waves his hand at the dancer as the security members pull him, dragging his feet on the ground, towards the exit doors.

“I…I never meant to do anything. Why wouldn’t you believe me?! Why wouldn’t…Why wouldn’t an angel believe me?!" The man is helpless as people look and turn their attention in curiosity to watch the man be dragged from the scene.

“Oh shutup! Quit making a scene. You wanted attention? Here’s your attention,” the bouncer says.

Devin Golden: Now, one would blame the fans of the FWA. I’ll steal one from Mike Curtis’ preaching book. The fans of FWA do enable you, Ash, to become crazier and crazier with each show. Higher and higher you jump, just to drop the jaws of those watching. Some would blame the fans. I, however, blame you. Because I, and others, have found a way to be loved and be noticed and be relevant in this company without being irrational buffoons. And Ashley, I only wish that somewhere you found your own way. But I don’t wish you to endanger Moira’s or my livelihood with liquor bottles to the head.

You’re like a 16-year-old girl that can’t get the good-looking boy in her high school, so she does outlandish things to get her to notice. Eventually, Ash, you’re going to be running around Crossfire arenas flashing your breasts and mooning people just to get five seconds of attention.

Because that’s the real truth, isn’t it Ashley? You’re not really addicted to alcohol. I mean…you are. You down a bottle a night, at least. But that’s not the original addiction.

Devin takes another drink from his glass and sets it down, licking his lips and admiring the glass for a brief moment. He revels in the good taste of the mixed drink as he brings his gaze back to the side, not focusing on the dancer who has begun dancing again, with the intoxicated individual removed from the club.

Devin Golden: No, the original addiction is attention. You just want those five seconds of fame every night. You want people to turn their heads to look and see what you are going to do next. You want people to care when “Black Friday Rule” by Froggin’ Molly hits the audio speakers of arenas around the world. Yeah, I did my homework, gradas!

But you do it in such a poor fashion. I mean…kicking Jillian De Silva in the stomach?!?! Clocking a liquor bottle over Moira’s skull?!?! And again…what you did to Shane’s aunt and uncle. That was absolutely atrocious. Ashley, you have preached about yourself and attempted to prove through your actions that you ARE NOT Stu St. Clair. You are NOT like your former partner and now enemy. Yet, I cannot think off the top of my head more than two instances that Stu’s actions were even on par with tying up someone’s aunt and uncle. Much less…worse.

And you throw your attention-seeking attitude onto ME?!?! Moira is one thing. She’s a big girl. She can handle herself at the end of the day. Sure, I tried to help, but in the end it’s up to her. But then you try and mess with me?!?! I’m not ok with that. And I’m going to make you wish you used another person to accuse of having sex with Moira. Maybe you should have used someone like Indian Mauler. He doesn’t really put up much of a fight…if he’s still even on the roster.

Back in the day, you found a way to gain the looks of fans and the attention of those you performed for…and you did it in a good way. You road a shooting star to the top of the FWA and became a World Champion. It was glorious. It was captivating. The cameras flashed. The fans cheered. Your name was chanted and chanted and chanted. Now, you’ve twisted your mind enough for people to consider you a lunatic and a sadistic member of the Crossfire roster with no chains and no boundaries of what he will say or do next…even to his own wife.

And Ashley, back to my list. I may have twenty-nine problems, but a Bitch aint’ one. Being a drunk, attention whore aint’ one either.

And facing you is going to be written off that list. Because I’m pissed to the top of my head with you and your mental state. And I’m going to beat you. And I’m going to beat you good. And I’m going to move on to the fatal four way match. And you’re not going to ever…EVER…EVER….try to mess with me again.

One of the dancers…one of the girls…sits down on Devin’s lap. Her underwear is still on, and her blond hair comes down past her shoulders. Her bra is unstrapped, but it still covers her breasts from revelation. She is the exact same dancer that was accusing the belligerent guy of grabbing and touching her.

“Hey baby, do you want to go take a visit to one of the VIP lounges?”

Devin Golden: No thanks, hon. I’ve got a lot of problems, but you sure as hell aint’ going to be one of them.

Devin gets up from the chair, and leaves the dancer with a confused look on her face as she watches his rear leave her sights. She turns around and preys on the nearest male wallet that she can empty into her own purse, finding someone and immediately moving into the darker parts of the room and sitting down on the lap of a masculine figure. A few seconds go by as the scene fizzles from view, becoming nothing but a blurred mixture of darkness and lights and shapes, and then nothing at all.

But the high pitch voice of the dancer proclaims once more.

"Hey! Don't touch me there!

Security!!!!"

**Death Approaches** · 09-11-2010, 09:24 AM

“If you greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on obtaining it…”

- Brendan Francis

The scene opens up; it is a beautiful day starting in the early morning. There are no clouds up in the sky blocking the sun up; there is almost no noise around, like if everything was in perfect harmony, the people were still sleeping, no noise of constructions or cars around, it was a simple morning, the start of what was going to be a great day. It was Sunday, September 12th 2010. The day where FWA’s Red, White and Bruised was happening, a day where exciting matches were going to take place, and non other than the most awaited match in years was happening: G-Rich versus Matt Boudreau, as it was named, it was going to be ‘The Experience of a Lifetime.’ The camera moved down upon the streets of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the streets were empty as it was morning; it was all quiet, but for an exception. A man could be seen from afar, he was jogging beside the streets and the houses there, he jogged towards the camera, not fast but not slow either, at a constant rate he jogged, we saw his face, it was Anthony. He was wearing a red and black tracksuit with black shoes, he jogged until almost stopping beside us but he kept jogging, his face wasn’t sweaty, but he rather had a smile on his face as he also had an experience of a lifetime this week, he had a match that he had awaited for so long, he had a chance to prove himself to be worthy of what he was being hyped of, he kept jogging and started talking.

Anthony: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, a place full of history. Not really history perse, but rich in wrestling history. Much like in Canada, this is a place where we saw the birthplace of some of the best wrestlers not only in the history of pro wrestling but also the birthplace in one of the most influential companies in the history of wrestling. That company now, lamentably is defunct but it’s memories live on, in the hearts of wrestlers and fans alike. This can be seen in one of my opponents in tonight’s match. But let’s not start with my opponents right away shall we. I must rather start with for what I am competing and it’s history…

He looks around while he jogs, it’s is still all calm as he takes a turn when ending the block he was jogging by.

Anthony: Tonight, I face KJ Fonz and Baphomet for a title that even if it’s not the oldest, it isn’t the newest either, tonight I face them for the FWA TV Title. Even though this title isn’t the one that has been around for the longest it is still a title that is prestigious. This title has been won by people who have gone on to big things or are big things. In fact out of the five people who have held this title, three have had a world title reign under their belt, which is about 60% of the holders. Then if you look at the holders there is not one that you cannot remember of will not remember for coming years. Because I mean, it was first held by Ewan Edwards, an ex-world champion right there, then it was held by Juvenille, then it went through some… let’s say problems and well Ewan got it again, but then, in came Sean Moore, Sean Moore then got injured and Rocky Creed won it, I think he is one of the only men that can say that they defeated Matt Boudreau more than once, and that accomplishment speaks for itself. Then you know, the ex-champion was Darnell Porter! What can I say, the man needs no introduction. All of these people have done an impressive amount of things in their time in FWA. From winning world titles to defeating titans to even pulling the big upset. My point is that this title has been held by stars and it has gone on to even making people stars. I don’t know how, but this title always seems to push people to their limits, it seems to give them the boost they need, to give them an edge. It just pushes them to a whole new level, that people never thought that they would be before, I got to say that even though it sounds greedy… it’s what I desire to have… I want to get to that level, this title will help me…

He gives out a faint smile, but as fast as it came as quickly as it faded away as he started thinking about what lays ahead.

Anthony: But getting this title will not be something easy, the road has been tough but it got a hell load tougher when I found out about my opponents… first off we have the young guy who not enough people are talking about, KJ ‘Killer Jester’ Fonz. This kid needs to get a lot more attention, even though he maybe a little over the edge or kind of creepy type of guy, I must say that he is impressive. There are a couple of rookies that can be picked out of the bunch as promising, I’d say that KJ is one of them. He impresses me because most of the young guys who enter this business are just loud mouths looking for a fight with everybody, the prime example of this can be Nathan Neptune Nowland. Now, I am not saying that he isn’t impressive but sometimes being humble gets you farther than just being someone who is looking for a fight and screaming at everyone passing by. KJ is someone that is like this, he is someone that can impress a crowd yet keep an eerie emotion flying through the air when he wrestles. Get the chill every time I hear him talk, and not everyone can say that. Even though he is that good in the ring in this early stage of his career we also do need to look at different factors here. The kid has been here what? One or two months and already got a title match? Wow I must say that I am impressed, but my question is, do we know if he will be reliable enough if he does get this title? I can’t answer it, no one can. Trust comes with time, and with trust comes more chances. Sure you did defeat the Rebel Badass, you have taken down impressive names in your short time here, but the question is, can we trust you? I know I am being a little harsh on KJ, but I have to, this title needs a great champion, if you defeat me, I still will not know if you should have gotten it…

Anthony puts his hand in his face, shaking his head as he let out a sigh.

Anthony: This has really not much to do with you KJ, but it is that I have been let down by a lot of people before. I know this is kind of out of time but anyone of you remember Brandon Lotche? The guy that I said shouldn’t go for the Young Lion’s title because it was ‘too soon.’ But no one listened so yeah… anyways back to KJ. I just need you to promise me one thing KJ, if you do win this, don’t let FWA down… You are young and you have an illustrious career waiting for you, but you got to start your career right, and as this is my chance it also is yours to prove me wrong…

Now he eases up on the memories, letting out a smile.

Anthony: Then we got… Baphomet. This was the guy I was talking about when I said that Philadelphia was kind of his second home. Philadelphia has been home to people that I know he admires, it has been birthplace to matches and wrestlers that have made him be like he is. Tonight I can say that he has home field advantage. This is his turf, this is where he shines and he will shine in front of the most hardcore fans in wrestling, Philadelphians. But this isn’t the first time that we get into a fight, is it Baphomet? Just a couple of weeks ago Bapho and I faced against each other. But it wasn’t in singles competition but rather in a tag match, I had Joshua Diehl by my side, he had The Rebel Badass by his side. Even though they put a tremendous effort to defeat us, we still won. To this day I do not know how I got the pin and on the same man that I am facing tonight. Baphomet didn’t go out 100% against me, I can say that. But it still was an enjoyable match after all. Last time we faced I went through a literal approach on you, I went on about how you were the monster, about how your name fit you. But that was before, I explored the rough outside, but I kept what I really thought about you in my head…

He pauses talking for a second, seemingly for no reason, he kept jogging but he kept shut.

Anthony: Baphomet is a superstar. I can say that of him because Baphomet makes superstars. Only few people can say to do that once but this guy, I don’t know what this guy does, it is like with the TV title, he simply makes them, to this very day I am still impressed. He has made some of the biggest stars that FWA has ever seen, some of the biggest that this industry has ever seen. I’ll go out and say it, APAB wouldn’t be APAB if it wasn’t for Electric Funeral and Confederate Justice, APAB would just be another tag team, Baphomet was one of the people that made them, then another one I can say it’s Moira Crawford. Moira is a woman that has reached the height that not even some men have reached. She is an ex-world heavyweight champion, the woman is one of the best out there, she is one of the only two women in the history of FWA to win the highest prize of them all, the other being Jillian DeSilva. She is a future hall of famer, but you know who took her to the limit? Baphomet. Baphomet and Moira wrestled at Back in Business IV for the X Division title, and look to the heights that the title is right now, all because they revived that division… Bapho is a star maker, I trust the guy with anything. He is someone you can rely on, but reliability isn’t what I see in him… it’s that he has already held a title. Yes, it may sound stupid, but he already got his chance, he made waves but now he should go with the tag team titles, yes I am saying it because I want the title…

He stops talking, meditating about how he has been talking about, he decides it is time to start considering about himself.

Anthony: I think it is about time to start thinking about myself… This is all because I have never held a title… that is my drive for this match, winning this, winning what I waited for… tasting the unknown. Wanting all this makes me greedy… A friend of mine once said that you can’t desire to have what you have never tasted, that friend of mine clearly never wrestled, because I have never tasted gold, yet I still want it, I DESIRE it. It was once said by the wise Napoleon Hill “Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.” This line made my world turn upside down, it fit exactly what I was thinking, what I was feeling… I will not try to win this title though… The word ‘try’ implies in thinking that you will not succeed, thus I say that I WILL DO IT. I have risked it all before, when I couldn’t get out of Smash, I made a goal, I put everything on the line, if I didn’t move on, I was out of FWA, and I moved on out of Smash, tonight I am putting it all on the line. A year ago I started feeling like the little kid that always gets rejected, the one that always got told no, the one that could never get into the ‘cool things’… but not now… things have changed. Because of this I can say that KJ has been here for little time and Bapho has already had a taste at the wild life with a title, one is too young and the other already go his opportunity… so I must say that it is my time. It is time for a new star to come afloat and win his first ever title… I will not only win this for everyone who has gotten rejected in the past, but also for all of the nay sayers, I’ll prove to them that an iron will, a great deal of determination and a burning desire to succeed will do for you. Philadelphia has been home to many historic moments, but tonight it will be home to more, as it is home to the event Red, White and Bruised. I defeated the ex-TV champion, I gained his respect. I also gained the respect of the man he is facing tonight. I got BLESSED by the man in the main event, I got chosen by him, by Matt Boudreau. It is time to start living up to what people expect from me, tonight I win the TV title. I can say that I am the favorite, that is a rare case when it comes to me, especially in the last months… but I assure you that this will not get to my head, in the past couple of months the path has been built slowly and it is finally finished, so it’s time for me to finally cross it, I have been patient long enough, I will cross it and claim for what I have been waiting for, it’s time to become a champion and put my name amongst the elite of FWA. Tonight is finally MY night! I will go out there and I won’t try to win the TV title, I WILL win it, to my opponents, good luck… but I only have one last thing to say to you…

Anthony pauses for a minute, taking a breath and enjoying every moment that he has talked about in here, but it’s finally time to say it…

Anthony: That title is mine…

He grins as he knows it is finally time, that all the pieces have fit together and that the road is made for him… the road to win the TV Title… he kept jogging as he saw the arena close by, as the scene fades to black...

**Eyesnsane** · 09-11-2010, 03:42 PM

The Ugly Truth

[Killemall and Alana Allure are walking into the arena and are approached by a cameraman.]

Cameraman: Do you have any comments about the lecture you all received last week?

Alana: No, there’s really nothing to say.

Killemall: I’ll say this, there’s no joy in losing. There’s no enjoyment in going out there and doing your best to come up short time and time again. It pisses me off to be constantly asked about it over and over again, and you’d be wise to get out of my face before I break your neck.

Cameraman: Yeah right, there’s no real fight in any of you. So where is Eyesnsane? Gearing up for another big loss tonight?

[Killemall and Alana look at each other]

Alana: I’m not sure where he is at this particular moment. You are on my nerves right now and we have nothing further to discuss, now move out of our way.

Cameraman: Hey don’t get snippy with me; I’m not on my way to getting fired like you idiots.

Killemall: That’s it.

[Killemall grabs the cameraman and hits the Kamikaze bomb on him. He picks up the camera looking into it for a moment.]

Killemall: Hold this.

[He hands the camera to Alana, and she focuses on the cameraman starting to attempt to get up.]

Alana: Make sure his mouth stays shut for a while.

[As the cameraman tries to get up he turns over on his knees and then Killemall is seen running into the shot and nails the man with the Killemall Kick. The cameraman flips over on to his back no longer conscious or moving. The camera moves closer to the body and is sat on the ground next to the man’s’ face.]

[A camera shot reveals Over the Edge in their locker room. Alana is wearing a smart black business suite with black slacks, a lavender button shirt and a black jacket. Sitting on the couch beside her is Killemall in a ninja outfit that is surprisingly all white. Eyesnsane is standing across from them just on the other side of a glass coffee table. He is wearing his ring attire consisting of grey camo shorts, a grey tank top and black boots.]

Alana: What was with that match you came up with?

Eyesnsane: Ah, that, that is just something for me to have a little fun. You see after our little talk with the boss last week it got me thinking.

Killemall: About blasted matches?

Eyesnsane: Not exactly, it got me thinking about our strategy, it got me thinking about how we have tried to do things around here. Apparently we have gone about it all wrong and so I am working on a new approach for us.

Alana: Well I only just lost my first match here, and I…

Eyesnsane: I understand that, and it was a good match to. I really think you could’ve won that one, but the fact is you did not and Killemall did not win, and after what was said to us in that office we have to do something.

Killemall: So, what’s the plan?

Eyesnsane: Easy, we stop caring about anything but us.

Alana: What are you getting at?

Eyesnsane: We have been too focused on winning and losing, on rules and what other people think about us and what we are doing. So from this moment on I say we just go out there and fight any and everybody who crosses our path. We should just go out there and kick ass put people through tables, hit them with chairs, kick their teeth down their throats. I am tired of just waiting for something to happen and for us to get a break.

Killemall: I see what you mean.

Alana: I’m glad you do, because I don’t see how starting fights with random people will help us.

Killemall: What he’s getting at is this, if we have a fight with somebody as opposed to a match there are no rules to follow. We can simply do whatever we want to win a fight. Also, I want to say I learned an important lesson in my match last week.

Alana: What was that?

Killemall: We have an advantage in numbers and its damn well time for us to use it. Frankly I no longer care how we win, as long as when it’s all said and done we come out on top.

Eyesnsane: That’s exactly it, from this point on we stick together, we fight together, and we win together.

Alana: That just gave me a marketing idea, but I get you. A wise man once said that if what you are doing is not working then you had better try something else.

Eyesnsane: That is exactly it, and tonight Wake Walker will be our first victim. You see previously I might have been inclined to check out his wrestling style and alter or change what I would do in the ring to better match his style or to more tailor my moves to that of a wrestler. Really I am a martial artist first and a wrestler second. I am going to go with my strengths and I have one goal out there tonight and that is to break this man. Walker is catching me at the wrong time, and in the wrong mood. We and I mean we need to make an example out of him, and we will not just beat him. You know winning the match is the secondary goal here tonight. We are going to hurt this man and anybody who gets in our way. The FWA will learn a lesson tonight.

[Eyesnsane turns toward the camera and begins walking toward it. As he does the cameraman seems to be taking steps backward]

Eyesnsane: Mr. Robinson needs to be reassured that we are a destructive force in this business, we cannot hold anything back, and we cannot take anything lightly anymore. Wake Walker you are just like the rest of your old friends around here. You don’t take me seriously, you don’t take us seriously. BUT TONIGHT I WILL OPEN THE SANEST PART OF YOUR MIND TO A LEVEL OF TORMENT AND PAIN YOU HAVE YET TO EXPERIENCE IN YOUR CAREER. YOU WILL SHOW THEM ALL THE WAY, THE WAY THAT LEADS TO INSANITY, YOU WILL USHER THE WAY FOR THOSE THAT FOLLOW YOUR DECNT INTO THE MALESTROM. HOW APPROPRIATE YOUR NAME IS WAKE BECAUSE YOU ARE WALKING INTO THIS MATCH ASLEEP AND AS WE WERE AWAKENED LAST WEEK SO SHALL YOU BE THIS WEEK AS YOU ARE LEFT BOKEN AND BATTERED IN OUR WAKE. JUST KNOW THIS ONE THING I DON’T NOT LIKE YOU IT’S… {Grabbing his head with both hands as if he had just been struck by a blunt object} THE VOICES ALL HATE YOU AND WANT ME TO HURT YOU. THEY ARE TELLING ME WHAT I MUST DO TO YOU TONIGHT, YOU MUST FEEL MY PAIN, YOU MUST BE DESTORYED, AHH WALKER YOU WILL BE THE LAST DOUBTER...

[Alana now standing next to Eyesnsane puts a hand on his shoulder]

Alana: Hey, James.

Eyesnsane: I {standing still for a moment and seeming less intense} really think this plan will work for us guys, you know it’s like when you hear that little voice inside your mind.

[The door to the locker room then closes quickly as the camera shot opens up to reveal that the cameraman had backed up into the hallway already as Eyesnsane was walking closer to the camera.]

**G-Rich** · 09-11-2010, 07:12 PM

The 5 Stages of Grief:
A Timeline of a Man's Dealings With Death, His Inner Most Fears, and Personal Insignificance

“Death is the most terrible of all things; for it is the end.”—Aristotle.

DENIAL

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July 23rd, 2009. 1:34 AM

After a long day, well actually night, at his club in New York City, “The Richest Man in Wrestling” resigns to his bedroom. He walks in, noticeably drunk, and sits on the edge of his bed. He holds his head in his hands and then suddenly he feels the vibration of his cell phone on his leg. He pulls the phone out and opens it up.

Text From: Ashleigh. Comment: Heyyyyy baby… wanna meet up tonight?

G-Rich sighs and shakes his head, and types back ‘NO’ and shuts his phone. He walks over to his desk and opens up his laptop and sits down. He sees that he has no E-Mails and he types in ‘FWA.com’ and the server takes him to the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance’s main website. And at this site, he sees some startling news: Shocking News Regarding Matt Boudreau. He clicks the link, opens it and reads the article:

This past Monday (July 20th 2009), current FWA Champion ‘The Idol’ Matt Boudreau, was diagnosed with one of the rarest (if not THE rarest) diseases on Earth. The Indellacy, is a non-contagious disease, native to Guadeloupe, and the northern portion of South America. It is carried by a hymenopteran parasite; a rare variant of the Megaphragma Caribea. Not much is known about the disease, as there have only been 6 recorded cases of it in history (7, counting Boudreau). Arguably the most crucial aspects of this disease, are that there is no known cure, and that it eventually takes the life of those who become infected, after approximately 2-6 months (assumed, due to past cases) of symptomatic behaviour. More information will be made available to the public, as it is released. Our thoughts go out to the Boudreau family.

Matt Boudreau turns 30 years of age, today (July 22nd 2009).

After a few minutes he stops, shakes his head and shuts his computer off. Walking back to his bed, he can only help but laugh.

G-Rich: The shit Fight Night thinks of next… Jesus… The Indellacy? Come on now…

G-Rich lets out another laugh and pulls back his covers and gets in, tossing and turning before he falls asleep… alone.

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July 23rd, 2009. 11:16 AM

“The Richest Man in Wrestling” G-Rich arises from his bed near noon, and instantly grabs his phone and looks at it. He opens it up and sees that he has a missed call: Ryan Hall. He then dials in his voicemail number and waits.

“You have… one… new… message.”

He listens…

“Hey Rich. It’s Ryan. Did you read that article on FWA.com about Matt? I don’t know what to believe about this man. I mean I know he hasn’t been feeling well lately, but what do you think of this? This is a storyline right? I mean… it’s got to be… Call me when you’re up.”

G-Rich snorts and shakes his head.

G-Rich: He’s always been gullible…

He still shuffles through his phone and realizes that he had received a text message while he was sleeping. He opens it.

Text From: Idol. Comment: Hey G, thanks for the birthday wishes yesterday. I appreciate it a lot. But as you probably know by now, things aren’t really looking up for me. Give me a call when you can. It’s been a while.

G-Rich stares at the text with uncertainty, and for a few moments he just sits at the edge of his bed, not sure what to make of anything. Finally, he closes his phone and walks to the shower.

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August 18th, 2009. 10:53 PM – Red, White and Bruised

“The Richest Man in Wrestling” G-Rich sits on his couch, with a bag of popcorn by his side, as he watches the conclusion of the FWA Pay-Per-View Red, White and Bruised. The main event is a 70 Minute Iron Man match between “The Idol” Matt Boudreau and his deadly rival, Duke Drazin. The match is obviously for the FWA Championship. Needless to say, this has been a great match, one of FWA’s best, and G-Rich has enjoyed it thoroughly. There is barely a minute left, and Boudreau has Drazin locked in his patented finisher, the Collective Unconscious sleeper hold. The ref drops Drazin’s arm once… then twice… and then a third time and Boudreau takes control of the match 5 to 4 and is on the path to victory. The final seconds tick down, and after 70 grueling minutes, Boudreau has defended his title once again, and in extraordinary fashion. Instead of celebrating though, Boudreau is lying in the corner, curled up in the fetal position. He shakes, twitches, seizures. His love, Alexza is crying, the referee throws up the dreaded X, and even his opponent Duke Drazin is showing concern. G-Rich watches, and sits on his couch wide-eyed.

G-Rich: Are they really trying to pull this shit?

Furiously, G-Rich grabs his phone and punches a number into speed dial. He waits, and suddenly yells.

G-Rich: Robinson? …. Well then fucking get me Robinson then!

He waits some more.

G-Rich: Robinson, this you? … Yeah? What shit are you trying to pull here? What the fuck is that? …. You know who this is! It’s Greg. Yeah… that Greg! …. You’re really trying to force this angle, aren’t you, huh? It’s fucking disgusting… having him go out in the ring and act like tha….. what do you mean? It’s not real Matt, don’t fucking try to play me! …. What? No it’s not! …. It’s not fucking real!

G-Rich forcefully slams his phone shut and stand up, knocking the popcorn all over the place. He leaves the room and turns off the light. Darkness.

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September 27th, 2009. 10:14 PM. FWA’s 4th Anniversary Show.

“The Idol” Matt Boudreau is backstage with the lovely Alexza, and they are both dressed up very nicely as Boudreau is about to induct his good friend and mentor G-Rich into the FWA Hall of Fame. Boudreau, however, does not look to be very happy. He walks the halls and grabs a crewman.

Boudreau: Hey, have you seen G anywhere?

Crewman: Sorry sir, haven’t seen him all day.

Boudreau sighs and shakes his head.

Alexza: Come on honey, we’ve got to get up on stage. The presentation is about to start. You know Greg, he’s not going to miss his own induction. You’ll see him there.

Boudreau: I know… but I can’t shake this feeling that he’s trying to avoid me…

Alexza grabs Boudreau and holds him close, as the two walk up the stairs for the induction ceremony.

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September 27th, 2009. 10:43 PM. FWA’s 4th Anniversary Show.

The induction ceremony has ended and all of the inductees, their families and their presenters are walking down into the backstage area. Boudreau is holding Alexza’s hand, and in the distance he sees G-Rich, who has surprisingly gotten quite a bit ahead of them.

Boudreau: Come on babe. Walk fast. We’ve gotta catch up.

He calls ahead.

Boudreau: Greg! G! Wait up!

G-Rich turns around and looks in surprise, and pulls out his phone and begins to talk. Who knows if he’s actually talking to anyone or not. He turns back again and begins walking swiftly ahead as he waves behind to Boudreau.

Boudreau: Rich! Come on man. Just wait up. I’ve got to talk to you!

G-Rich is now in the parking lot, and his limo pulls up. G-Rich quickly gets in and shut the door. Boudreau runs up and bangs on the window.

Boudreau: You better open up this fucking door Greg!

The window rolls down and G-Rich looks out, flustered almost, as he’s on the phone.

G-Rich: Hey… thanks man for tonight and everything. I really appreciate it… But look… business. I’ve got business… sorry. You know how it is…

The window rolls back up and the limo pulls away. Boudreau stands there, dejected, as Alexza runs up behind him.

Boudreau: Yeah… I know how it is…

ANGER

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November 4th, 2009. 4:01 AM

The night is growing older, much older and it isn’t very warm outside in New York City at this time of night, or year for that matter. Fortunately for “The Richest Man in Wrestling,” his mansion has a very nice heating system. Unfortunately for G-Rich himself though, he cannot sleep a wink as he lays in bed alone. He’s been in bed for 4 hours now, and has to wake up at 6 AM to get ready for a meeting at FWA Headquarters to discuss his return to the FWA as the General Manager of Crossfire. One would think that this would be a great moment, the moment that ‘The King’ rides back into town on his trusty steed and saves the day once again. Well for G-Rich, any thoughts of greatness are far suppressed in his mind. He looks over to his right, and sees that there is no one there beside him, not even a booty call or a friend or anyone. It is just him in his bed, and for the first time in his life, as he gazes up at the stars through his moon roof in his bedroom, Greg realizes that he is all alone. He takes a deep breath and screams. Just screams and screams and scream… but the question is… who is listening?

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December 10th, 2009. 10:57 PM. Trial By Fire.

G-Rich sits in the back in luxury suite in the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois as he watches the conclusion of the Pay-Per-View. To no surprise, “The Idol” Matt Boudreau is once again defending his championship in the 2nd match of a Best of 5 series against Rocky Creed. Sitting next to G-Rich is his good friend Anthony Jackson. The two are at the edge of their seats as Creed has Boudreau in his submission finisher, The Ankle Lock, and Boudreau is screaming in pain. Eventually you see the champion pass out and the referee has no choice but to stop the match. Creed lets go, in joy of his victory and 2-0 lead in the series, but once again we see a familiar sight. Boudreau is seizuring once again on the mat and medics come running down. Fans in the audience are crying and promptly G-Rich shuts off the television with the remote. He stares at the blank screen, before Anthony pipes up.

Anthony: Such a shame…

G-Rich snorts, and by the looks of it took some offense over the comment.

G-Rich: A shame? A shame? You bet your fucking ass it’s a shame. It’s disgusting. How are they letting him go out there and wrestle? He goes out there, fucking dying in the ring, and he loses to Creed, and Dan Ward and Wake Walker and all of those lowlifes. Jesus, it makes me sick…

Anthony: For a guy who doesn’t believe in God, you sure say Jesus quite a bit, man…

G-Rich: Don’t fucking mock me Anthony. I’m sick of seeing this on TV… it shouldn’t be shown. Robinson shouldn’t let Boudreau wrestle… it’s not right!

Anthony, now angry himself, stands up.

Anthony: Well ever thought that maybe Matt wants to wrestle? Huh? Ever get that through your brain? Ever think that maybe, just maybe he wants to move on from The Indellecy? Yeah, he’s dying… but it seems like he’s come to terms with that… have you?

Anthony then walks to the door, opens it and leaves. G-Rich stands there, rubbing his jaw, before shaking his head and falling back onto the couch.

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December 11th, 2009. 1:24 AM.

G-Rich sits in a local Chicago club in the corner of a V.I.P. section. He sits there alone. In front of him is a two-thirds empty bottle of vodka and glasses all around. Once again, G-Rich is noticeably drunk. A scantily clad girl walks up and we begin to realize that this is a strip club.

Girl: Hey baby, care for a lap dance?

G-Rich looks up, and sneers.

G-Rich: Get the fuck away from me…

The girl, taken aback, offers up a “Fuck You” and turns away, leaving G-Rich in the corner as a drunken mess.

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December 25th, 2009. 11:25 AM. Christmas Day,

It is late Christmas morning and “The Richest Man In Wrestling” G-Rich is just getting out of bed. He opens his curtains and sees that it is snowing outside, perfect for a Christmas Day. Instead of smiling, however, G-Rich lets out a groan and promptly closes the curtains again. He puts on his robe and begins to walk down his winding staircase. He gets to the bottom and sees a huge, probably 15 foot Christmas tree in his living room. It is beautifully decorated, but he probably wasn’t the one to decorate it, and he walks over to it and laughs to himself. He looks down at the bottom of the tree and sees 4 presents. He looks at the first present, which is from Ryan Hall, and it is a bottle of wine all wrapped up. The gift note reads: “Here’s to you buddy. I know you could use it!” G-Rich snorts and drops the bottle on the ground. The second gift is in a box, and he opens up the card, which reads: “Have a great Christmas Greg, if you ever need anyone to spend it with, you’ve got myself, Simone and Nathalie. Love you man, enjoy life. – Anthony Jackson.” G-Rich smiles half-heartedly and opens the box, and inside it was a new pair of slippers. On the tag it seems that Anthony wrote: “Use these. You can’t go out every night!” G-Rich stares down at them, and tosses them to the side. He looks at the third gift, and it’s not even wrapped. It’s a cell phone. An iPhone actually with, like the others, a note attached: “Here’s a phone, know how to use one? – Matt” G-Rich glares down at the cell phone, obviously understanding the message that Boudreau is trying to convey and turns and throws the phone against the wall. It shatters into numerous pieces and G-Rich stands there fuming. He looks down, after a few moments, and looks at his final gift. It’s a small gift, and wrapped in comic strips from a local paper. G-Rich opens it up and inside is a picture. In this picture is G-Rich himself, but he looks at least 10 years younger, and he’s wearing his high school graduation cap. On one side stands his mother, and the other side his father. All three of them are smiling, and they look happy. And obviously, if you didn’t guess from the other gifts, this gift has a note too: “Merry Christmas Gregory. We love you no matter what, and we will always love you. We just hope that you can remember us like we always remember you. God bless.” G-Rich sits there, clutching the picture in his hands. He stares at it, and a tear drops from his eye onto the picture. Another one drops, and another, and another, and soon they begin to fall like rain. He grabs the picture and holds it in his hands, glaring and sobbing. Eventually his grip is too tight, and the glass shatters, cutting open his hands. G-Rich looks at the blood, and his face is beat red and shaking. Without worry about his hands, G-Rich grabs the bottle of wine; pops open the top, and drinks alone.

BARGAINING

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March 18th, 2010. 7:46 PM. Ace’s High

Crossfire General Manager G-Rich is backstage, going over everything with his Crossfire roster before the all important Ace’s High Pay-Per-View commences in the coming minutes. Crossfire is in the middle of a war between themselves and Fight Night, and G-Rich wants nothing more than to have Crossfire dominate tonight. He finishes up his ‘rallying speech’ and leaves the locker room and walks out in the hall. He turns, and a few yards away stands “The Idol” Matt Boudreau, who is talking to a road agent. Boudreau doesn’t notice G-Rich, but G-Rich notices something… the black geometric patterns developing all over Boudreau’s body. He stares, and stares and stares, and finally the weight of this whole situation has hit him. He now understands. His best friend will die….

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March 21st, 2010. 1:24 PM.

The scene opens up inside a library, and G-Rich is sitting at a table with about 15-20 books spread out throughout the table. He sits there, glasses on, reading through all of the pages. A librarian walks up to him with her hands on her hips.

Librarian: Mr. Richards, if that disease indeed does exist, then we know nothing about it. And if we know nothing about it, then I’m afraid that you’re out of luck.

G-Rich sighs, thanks the librarian, and continues on.

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April 5th, 2010. 4:57 PM.

It’s almost closing time at the doctor’s office, but “The Richest Man In Wrestling” G-Rich does not see this as a problem. He only has one thing on his mind as he talks to the doctor.

G-Rich: I’ve read all of the books, I’ve checked online everywhere, and there’s barely anything about this disease. 6 people have had it before, Boudreau is the 7th, and no one so far has survived it. I get that. Believe me, I understand that. But the disease says that it kills you off after 2-6 months, and right now it’s been about 9. So he’s probably kicked it, right? I mean there’s a chance that he could actually get better?

The doctor looks at G-Rich, and unfortunately he shakes his head with a very solumn look attached to the gesture. G-Rich goes to retort, but the doctor interrupts.

Doctor: Trust me Greg, I’m a doctor… He doesn’t have a chance…

G-Rich sighs and turns to walk away, but the doctor calls ahead.

Doctor: Hey Greg, how’s your family?

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May 24th, 2010. 3:01 PM.

It’s a lovely spring day in a beautiful neighborhood and children are out and about, playing baseball, riding bikes and swinging on their swing sets. Oddly out of place, G-Rich also walks through this neighborhood and as two children walk by he gives them a half-hearted smile. The older one, a girl, looks up, visibly scared by this big hulking guy, and grabs who is believed to be his younger brother and the two of them run away. G-Rich stops walking, and just stares, before continuing his walk alone. In his left hand he holds a piece of paper. He looks down at it, and looks up at the house across from him and nods his head. He’s reached his destination. He walks up the steps and knocks on the front door. After a few moments the door opens, and a middle-aged woman who looks much older than she really is appears. Her long brown bangs try their best to hide the sadness in her eyes.

G-Rich: Janet?

Woman: Um… yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?

G-Rich: Is your husband home?

This seemed to have struck a nerve. Janet steps back, and grabs ahold of the door, almost as if to stop her from falling down.

Janet: Um… no… no he’s not. He’s… he’s gone.

Understanding the magnitude of that statement G-Rich nods, sends his condolences and turns around as Janet shuts the door. He walks down the steps and down the driveway, staring at the ground. He did not accomplish his mission. He did not achieve his goal. He drops the piece of paper on the ground and the words “Roger Schwartz” become visible on the paper. G-Rich walks by the children once more, and continues on alone.

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May 26th, 2010. 1:46 PM.

The church is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. With the building near empty you can see what an impressive structure this holy place really is. A few people kneel in the pews and pray, and as the camera pans you can tell that this place looks somewhat familiar, well at least if you’re an FWA die-hard you can. The Priest is in the corner talking to a patron, while the big doors in the front burst open. A man walks in, and you cannot tell who it is yet, but Father Bernadere can. He looks over and instantly his eyes widen. He respectfully pardons himself from the patron and forcefully walks up the aisle.

Father: I told you never to return here again. Don’t think that I don’t remember you. Don’t think that The Lord doesn’t remember you from what you did here years ago before your Carnal Contendership match? Well he remembers. He always remembers.

The priest talks fast, as he is fearful, but also forceful.

Father: So what is it this time? You wish to strike me again? You wish to sin again in The Lord’s house? Hmm? Are you coming to spit on me, spit on everything that is holy? You’re coming to insult me? Degrade me? Continue your life that is leading you straight to the depths of hell? You may laugh now. You may laugh at us believers. But let me ask you something, you big bad wrestler, what do you believe in? Huh? WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN?

The camera pans, and the unknown man is really “The Richest Man in Wrestling” G-Rich. He stands there, hands in his pockets and eyes drilled to the ground.

G-Rich: Nothing…

The priest snorts, and goes to turn around, but G-Rich looks up and his eyes connect with Father Bernadere’s.

G-Rich: But I want to change…

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May 26th, 2010. 11:37 PM.

It’s night time in New York City, and for once G-Rich isn’t going out. He’s had a long and draining day, mentally and emotionally and he leans down beside his bed and he drops to his knees. He looks to his left, and he looks to his right, and then he clasps his hands together and lays his head on his hands and begins to speak. It appears, that for the first time in his life, G-Rich is praying….

DEPRESSION

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June 5th, 2010. 12:33 PM.

Crossfire General Manager sits in his office at FWA Headquarters when in walks CEO Matthew Robinson. The look on Robinson’s face means all business. G-Rich goes to stand up and shake his hand, but Robinson ushers him to sit back down.

Robinson: Listen Greg, we’ve got to talk about some stuff. Believe you me, we love you as the GM here on Crossfire, but lately, you just haven’t given us much to work with since the Crossfire/ Fight Night feud. You basically made us kick Maden off of the brand due to your insane ego, and you’re still “unfit” to wrestle. And I mean come on man, we all know that you can get back in the ring, so why don’t you?

G-Rich looks upset.

G-Rich: Matt I’m fucking hurt… come on man. You know me. I’m a competitor. I always have been always will. I want to wrestle. I just can’t…

Robinson: Oh and why can’t you? Because you’re afraid? That’s it isn’t it? You’re afraid. And everyone here in this company knows it. And guess what buddy? Until you get over this fear of whatever you have, your character’s going to take a little bit of a hit. Sorry, but G-Rich is losing some control. Cursed Bloodline’s taking over. Get back to me when you can give us something better to work with than a wash up.

Robinson turns and walks out of the room. G-Rich sits there alone, looks at his “injured” right arm and then back at the door. He leans back, shakes his head and looks up at the sky, as if he’s asking for help.

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June 10th, 2010. 5:17 PM.

It’s busy New York traffic during rush hour and G-Rich is driving home from work. Stuck right in front of a red light, he looks to his right, and he sees a funeral home. The procession has just ended, and people are walking out of it in tears. He looks and he begins to breathe heavily, and then JAMS on the gas and blows right through the red light, barely missing an oncoming car. Unfortunately for G-Rich, that oncoming car was a police car. The police car rears back around, turns on his lights and calls for G-Rich to pull over. G-Rich obliges and presses his head on the steering wheel and bangs his hands hard into the dashboard.

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June 12th, 2010. 8:08 PM.

Yet another night where G-Rich has nothing to do. He sits at home alone. Television just isn’t doing it for him, as he can only watch Family Guy rewinds on TBS so many times. He reaches into his pocket and grabs his cell phone, and dials a number. That number belongs to Anthony Jackson. After a few rings, his friend answers.

Anthony: Yo Rich what’s up?

G-Rich almost sighs into the phone.

G-Rich: Eh… nothing at all. You?

Anthony: Actually I’ve got my parents over for a family night, so I gotta cut out quick. What are you doing tonight?

G-Rich: Nothing… at… all…

Anthony: Well cheer up dude. Go out to the club or something. Call up Ryan. Call up Boudreau… well, wait, I’m guessing you’re still being all pissy about that still… so why not call up a girl? Have fun!

G-Rich: I don’t know man… nothing seems important to me anymore. It’s all the same. It’s all nothing…

Anthony: Oh come on. Listen Greg, you don’t know how lucky you’ve got it! Single, rich, talented, sexy. No one to hold you down, no one to tell you ‘no.’ It’s just you being you! Living life! Lighten up man and go have fun.

G-Rich: Yeah… I guess you’re right. Have fun with your family Champ. Tell Simone I say hi.

Anthony: I will. Thanks man. Talk to you soon.

G-Rich hears the click and puts his phone down.

G-Rich: Family night…

He shakes his head, but then looks at his phone and searches through his contacts. After a few moments he gives up, coming to the realization that he doesn’t even have his parent’s phone number. He laughs to himself, mutters “Figures” and pops open the cap of a Bud Light and downs it, before just tossing it on the floor.

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June 24th, 2010. 1:27 AM.

The door opens, and out walks G-Rich from his New York apartment. One of many actually. He walks out onto the street and stumbles into a man walking with his girlfriend. The guy, taking offense, turns around and shoves G-Rich.

Man: Watch where you’re going idiot! You almost knocked over my fiancée.

G-Rich just drunkenly laughs.

G-Rich: Who gives a fuck dude? She’s just a whore. They’re all whores! Every single one of them. That’s why they’re sooooooo….

Before G-Rich can even finish talking the man cocks G-Rich in the jaw with a right hand. G-Rich falls over onto the ground and screams.

G-Rich: WHAT THE FUCK? I’M GONNA KILL YOU! I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!

The man looks down at G-Rich in disgust and starts to walk away, but then turns back.

Man: Wait… I know you. Aren’t you a fucking wrestler?

He leans in.

Man: Yeah… yeah you are. Ha, aren’t you supposed to be big and bad and tough? Jesus, you’re pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

The man walks off with his fiancée as G-Rich lays on the ground, wiping the blood from his face.

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July 4th, 2010. 2:33 PM. Independence Day.

While many people are outside partying, eating, barbequing or just generally lounging with their family and friends on the Fourth of July, G-Rich sits inside his house alone. He’s sitting in front of the TV, eating McDonald’s, and he’s watching some old FWA matches on the FWA On Demand Channel. For the Fourth Of July, FWA On Demand is showing some of the all-time greatest matches in FWA history, and G-Rich has nothing better to do than to watch. Suddenly, his ears perk up.

“Next up we have one of the greatest tag matches of all time from the FWA 3rd Anniversary show from 2008. The Unholy Uprising was the most formidable stable ever in the history of the FWA, and it remains to be to this day. It’s fearless leader “The Richest Man in Wrestling” G-Rich created an army of champions and future champions, most notably “The Inferno” Ryan Hall and “The Idol” Matt Boudreau. For months this group ran rampant through the FWA, with few being able to stop them. This match features 10 great superstars, 5 of which are trying to prove that the FWA is more than just the Unholy Uprising. But in the end, the tactful and cunning leader battles through injury to protect his legacy and prove his worth as one of the best of all time, if not THE best. It starts now.”

The match comes on and for a half an hour G-Rich sits, not eating, and watches. He watches as he pins Juvenille for the victory, and he watches as he forfeits his Tag Titles with Boudreau and “retires” due to injury. Then, he turns off the TV. He grabs his phone and dials a number, and finally someone responds.

G-Rich: I want to wrestle again…

ACCEPTANCE

“What is a man afraid of? Life? Death? Loneliness? Or just fear itself?” – Unknown

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NOW

It’s a late summer night, and the crickets are out singing their peaceful, or annoying, tunes. The moon is high in the sky, and it seems like probably every star up there can be seen. The camera pans down from the sights of Orion’s Belt, The Big Dipper and the numerous other constellations, and you now can see numerous gravestones and the scene begins to grow eerie. Very eerie. We are obviously in a graveyard. Standing ahead, straight ahead, is a man. He has his back turned to the camera, but that doesn’t last long as he turns around, and the man is none other than “The Richest Man in Wrestling” G-Rich. He looks into the camera and begins to speak.

G-Rich: I’m afraid of death…

He walks forward.

G-Rich: I’m afraid of dying myself… and I’m afraid of those very few that I know dying. I don’t like the thought… that suddenly, life just ends. And even worse, I hate the thought of a life ending before it has even accomplished anything…

He places his hand on a gravestone and stares into the sky. He shakes his head.

G-Rich: I went to a psychiatrist the other day. Matthew Robinson told me I had to before I got back into the ring to wrestle. For whatever I’ve said in the past about him… he’s a good businessman, and an even better man… but I went to a psychiatrist… and for the first time in my life… I opened up to a person. I opened up about everything. I opened up about my relationships, my ego, my obsession to be respected, my loneliness and my fears. Especially my fears… He listened… and he responded. I’m afraid of death. Very afraid. And you people might think that it is simple as that… that I’m just afraid of death and that’s it… but no… it mixes in with all of my other problems…. Why am I afraid of death? Why am I afraid of dying? Well let’s look into my life a little bit…

He begins to walk down a path as he continues to speak.

G-Rich: I don’t believe in God. I never have, and honestly… I probably never will. Months ago I tried to change my life. I tried to go to church and go to confession and pray and all of that shit… but nothing happened. Maybe I’m impatient, or maybe I’m a non-believer… but I see these people praying and their faith makes them happy. My faith only made me depressed. People pray to God when their dying… but god won’t listen to me. I’m not a good person, and you know what, maybe it’s too late to change. I tried to change, and I will probably try again… but who knows if it will ever work? Will God ever listen to me? Will God ever pay attention to such a sinner? When I’m dying, lonely and fearful, will he open up his ears and help me like he helps those who truly believe? Probably not… And that’s why I’m scared of death. When I die no one will listen. When I die no one will care…

He continues his walk.

G-Rich: Will my family care? Ha… what family? Do you see a wife? A fiancée? A girlfriend even? No… nothing. I have no brothers, I have no sisters. I haven’t seen my parents in years, and hell, I don’t even have their phone numbers. I probably couldn’t even tell you where they live now… My family is nonexistent. When I die, who will be at my funeral?

G-Rich then laughs.

G-Rich: My friends? All 3 of them? Anthony, Ryan and Matt? Well guess what, it’s hit me. I finally believe it now. Matt’s going to die. And he’s going to die soon. He won’t be there when I die. Ryan? Ha… don’t get me started. He’s unreliable. Always has been and always will be. I’m sure that everyone can agree with me on that. Anthony? He’s got a family of his own. A beautiful daughter who loves him dearly. I can only envy that bond. He doesn’t have enough time for me these days, understandably. Maybe, just maybe some co-workers will stop by and pay their respects. Maybe some fans. Or will my legacy have gone to the wind by then? I thought that I protected my legacy in 2008 when I took time off, but still again today I get people who question my authority. Question my ability to do my job. People who think that they are better than me. People who think that I am worthless. Once my time comes, people will just say “Hey, just another wrestler dead.” It won’t even matter… It’ll be just a little footnote…

G-Rich walks some more, and then stops by some more gravestones.

G-Rich: But there is a point in a man’s life where he has to accept these things. He has to accept his fears and try to conquer them. Look at me right now, I’m standing here in a graveyard. Full of death. Full of loss and sadness. Just standing here is a step in the right direction. Just being able to talk to you again Matt is a step in the right direction. Accepting your challenge for this main event match is a step in the right direction, and hopefully, come Red, White and Bruised… I can not only have the greatest match of all time, but I can finally come to terms with your demise…

G-Rich shakes his head, as he laughs.

G-Rich: Oh… how I envy you Matthew. Look at you. You’re the best of all time. By far. By far. By far. People can say what they want, but no one has, or no one will compare to you. You are about to die, and you are accepting that. And maybe, just maybe, if I were in your position I would be able to accept death too. But Matt, look at your success… the beautiful Alexza. The love of your life. Your soulmate. You have a woman who loves you dearly. A woman who you go to sleep in bed with and wake up in bed with. A woman who will give birth to your child in the coming months. Although you might not be able to experience it, you will have a family. Matthew Boudreau will live on. You have success. You will die on the top of your game. You will die after you have the greatest match of all time against the one man who you need to have this match with. You will die a hero. The man who survived the brutal Indellacy longer than anyone else. The man who people actually thought could beat the disease. The FWA Champion of 2 years. People will care when you die. Oh, how they will care… and ah, the Indellacy itself. Is it not a blessing? Is it not a spiritual connection? Aren’t you one of the few chosen ones who gain the most important knowledge that few, if any, on Earth can ever know? Didn’t God CHOOSE YOU FOR THIS?

G-Rich is yelling now, and his eyes are piercing red.

G-Rich: How I envy you Matt… how I am jealous of you. You have everything that I’ve wanted. Love, happiness, success and an untainted legacy. A disease that isn’t exactly a disease at all, but an Enlightenment… Maybe my head is too big, my ego too large and my obsession too powerful… but you have always been the better one Matt. You have always been the better half. People are calling this match between us a match between a mentor and a student. Well let me ask you this? Who is a mentor and who is the student? I’m the mentor? You’re the student?… ha… I think not. You are better than me Matt. Much better. I am just the man who is known for a 5 minute title reign. I am just the man known for being too afraid to wrestle. The man who claimed he was still injured when he recovered months ago. That is me Matt… and I hate it. It eats me up inside. It eats me up inside how I have been such a horrible friend to you the past year or so. How you would call me, try to talk to me in your time of need and I wouldn’t respond. I was distant. I was afraid. Afraid of being around you… around death… Afraid of being around a man who was so much better than me. So much more worthy of all of his accomplishments. If the roles were reversed and if I had cried out for help, I know that you would have helped me. You would have been by side leading me along. You would have been the friend that I should have been, but wasn’t… I have lived an unfulfilled life Matt… and I regret many things… and I need you to help me change things…

G-Rich stares deep into the camera… wait… no… the camera isn’t even there to him. To him, he is staring into Matt Boudreau’s eyes.

G-Rich: I need you to help me change my ways. Put my life back on path… or on path… I’m not sure if I’ve ever been on the right path before. You are the best man I know in so many ways and only you can help me. This match, oh this match… means more to me than people would believe. And I know what it means to you. Before you can die you must wrestle me. And before you die I must wrestle you. In order to complete your legacy, this must happen, and whether I directly kill you in that ring or not, this match will occur. And it will be the best match ever. No match has more build up. No match has more importance. And no match has more serious repercussions than this one. You will die soon. Within days I’m guessing, maybe even after our match. But I know one thing… one thing only and that is that you will not die during our match. If there is a God, and if you are one of his Chosen One’s… then he will not allow it. Maybe this match is your last act Matt… and that last act is to guide me, like an Angel, onto some sort of course. I know it sounds silly, but I hope it’s true. Maybe your death will allow me to escape my fear. If I tackle you, death personified, then maybe… just maybe I can fix everything that’s wrong with me…

He looks down at the ground and shakes his head. He laughs to himself and looks back up.

G-Rich: You are something special Matt… something very special… As a wrestler and as a man. So in your last act here on Earth lets go out there into the middle of the ring and do what we do best. Do what people say that we are the two best in the world at doing. Let’s wrestle. Let’s wrestle a match that people will remember forever. When it is all said and done I want people to say that Boudreau died after wrestling the best match of his life. I want people to say that G-Rich wasn’t just an afterthought. He wasn’t some washed up legend. He is a wrestler who has, once again, protected his legacy. I want people to remember me… remember you… remember us. You are my best friend Matt. My best friend. And you mean the world to me. We’ve had an interesting relationship to say the least, one that goes back a very long ways and has seen its ups and downs… but I’ve always respected you more than anyone else. I’ve always loved you more than anyone else. You are “The Icon.” You are “The Idol.” You are “The best.” I just hope they serve pizza in heaven…

G-Rich nods at the camera and walks off, and the screen fades to black…

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FUTURE. RED, WHITE AND BRUISED

Thousands are on their feet. Millions are watching at home. “The Richest Man in Wrestling” G-Rich stands in the middle of the ring face to face with “The Idol” Matt Boudreau. G-Rich nods to his best friend. Boudreau nods back. It begins.

**Wolf** · 09-11-2010, 07:45 PM

Adrian Wolf vs. Thomas Princeton IV

I LIKE MYSELF!!!

A library it would seem. Normal enough, books, shelves, a table and chairs. Calm and quiet. Sudenly an evil looking child's face flickers on to the screen, sending the screen into static. Followed by a high pitched screech. A low singing comes from behind the white noise but is also weak in signal strength. However moments later the screen fades to darkness. The song becoming more and more clear. The children's chorus would send chills down even the back of Nemesis. Such sweet voices, with such evil words.

Children: One and two, Angel of Death is coming for you. Three and four you will escape no more. Five and six six six, Tom's flesh will rip. Seven and eight the Beast can't wait. Nine and Ten the pain will never end.

Suddenly the darkness flashes on a black and white negative of some of the children who are now in that same library. There eyes have an ominous glow. They each in unison take a step back. Then another. Then another. The smiles they then flash are gruesome as from behind their teeth a dark liquid begins to flow. The viewer would have realized the color, if not for the black and white film, was crimson. The blood ran down onto there unwrinkled clothes. The children laughed sending some of the blood out of their mouths and forward in tiny droplet projectiles. Then they froze, looked around the room frightened. They began to whisper then ran off the screen in a hurry. The screen would begin to flicker as that normal looking library faded to the dark, musty looking one it actually was. The books were rotting and spread throughout the floor. The table was covered in dust. A hanging lamp was the only source of light, right above the table. Only a circle of illumination rested on the table. In the center of it a pair of feet. The camera circled around the table as the figure removed his feet and leaned forward. It was Wolf.

Wolf: …. Mind games, Mind games… He wants to get into my mind. He wants to get inside and see, what is inside…

On the wall behind him are a series of words, the same words scribbled again and again and again one right after another: "I LIKE MYSELF" Wolf looks down at the marker for a second, then stuffs it into his back pocket as he looks over to the camera. He opens his mouth to speak, but says nothing. He looks back at the wall again, running a hand through his hair for a moment before he looks back at the camera and begins to speak.

Wolf: "See this? This is my own personal motivational poster. It's a little phrase that I keep tucked away inside my head to keep me on the right path. Sometimes, I need a little nudge in the right direction, a reminder that the voices in my head are telling me the right things. My magic marker? It gives those voices an outlet. It gives me the chance to scrawl the words on the most convenient wall so I can see them with my own two eyes. I mean hey...some guys punch the walls before a match, others put on grey sweats and run up some stairs. [ He shrugs ] I once saw Shane McLean dressed up like Spartan, worshipping the poster of David Hasselhoff. Everybody's got their own little thing...this is mine. Because to say I was a little bummed right now, it just doesn't do the actual feelings justice. I've been watching the scheme you put me trough last week carefully and the only thing I can honestly do is thank you, right now. Because what you've done is set me free. Oh yeah, you've set me free tonight. Because when I sat there and listened to you drone on and on about this loooong list of accomplishments, when I listened to you, I realized that tonight, it's gonna feel so fantastic to slap the sh*t out of you right there in front of several thousand people. Before you opened your mouth, I honestly didn't give a sh*t about you. You're an obstacle, a putz, another idiot to drop with Final Howl and get by on my way to retaining my precious. I tried to be gracious, And up to that point, you were alright in my book ending your dreams would have just been business, nothing more."

[ He scoffs at the thought, fully believing the appearance of the mystery man and the pig heart with note were part of Princeton’s plan to get advantage on him ]

Wolf : “ All I got in my head is that I want to hurt you I WANT TO BREAK YOU! I WANT TO MAKE YOU BLEED, I WANT TO FEEL YOU STRAIN TO GET TO THE ROPE, I WANT TO HEAR YOU CALL OUT IN PAIN, I WANT TO FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOUR BLOOD AS IT TOUCHES MY SKIN and I want to do it bad. I mean, I want to send you back to your skyscraper hide out with no feeling from the neck down. I’m not even playing around, I seriously want to paralyze you so every day, every hour, every minute for the rest of your sad, sad, sad existence is spent cursing my name because, since eight of September, you’re all that’s been in my head. For one week, my insides screamed in pain while my mind was screaming for me to go find you and give as good. I knew that is what you wanted. Sunday is when the pay back begins! F*ck Crossfire! F*ck PPV! F*ck G Rich! F*CK IT ALL! EVERY LAST PIECE OF THIS GOD DAMMED PLACE, F*CK IT! You and you’re demise are my whole, singular, focused reason for walking this planet and Sunday is what it all boils down to. I’ll gladly lose this title, respect, pay checks, my own wellbeing in order just to get my hands around that neck of yours. Are you prepared to put your good looks on the line, Tommy? I put my body on the line to carry out the mission. Why? The Nameless has instilled in me that pain brings absolution. Pain erases all the mistakes and errors one makes and brings comfort to those who can accept who they are. It makes them feel alive. When my head was driven through barbed wire or my body was folded in half after being put through tables by Anthony Jackson, I was enjoying it! When I tasted my blood running from my head, I was in love. When I sat in an airport bathroom and pulled out all the splinters out of my back, I was high on the pain.

[The big man looks up with a wild look in his eyes as he shouts in one of his infamous outburst]

WOLF: I DON'T LOSE A STEP WITH EACH OF THESE BOUTS, I GAIN A WEAPON! A LITTLE MORE TO THE PAIN THRESHOLD, A LITTLE MORE EXPERIENCE, A LITTLE STRONGER OF A PUNCH! IT ADDS UP, TOM! THAT IS WHAT I DO! EVERY TIME I STEP INTO THE RING THE VOICES PUSH ME FOREWORD! I FEED OFF THEM IN THE SAME WAY I FEED OFF THE STING OF A CUT OR THE CRIMSON AND IRON TASTE OF MY OWN BLOOD! IT'S A PERFORMANCE ENHANCING DRUG, TOM! I'M NOT AFRAID TO SAY THAT! TEST ME, I'M FULL OF IT! My suffering brought me peace because for months I was lying to myself. I was looking for acceptance from my peers, I wanted to be accepted by the fans. And look where it got me! It left me in the darkest place I’ve ever been. Money was no longer what I wanted and neither was acceptance. The Nameless found me in the gutter I called my life and he showed me that with sacrifices, I could be me and accept that the anger and hate I had for Nemesis and all the people who wronged me was a good thing and it would take me to places I never dreamed was possible! Since then, I have followed blindly all the orders from him and it has served me good. I’ve laid waste to all who have been placed in front of me with my brother and shown what I can do when someone with greatness has shown some belief in me. Weather the commands where to smash Anthony Jackson in his locker room or break him in half in the ring, I’ve done it. That's why I'm out here, listening to the voices in my head as they give me a little pep-talk action just before we get to match

[ He stuffs his hands into his pockets and falls back against the wall lazily and shakes his head. He turns his head to the side, getting another half a glance at the message on the wall, before he looks back at the camera with a skeptical scowl. He points back at the message on the wall ]

Wolf: "See that? That right there is the truth. I like myself, I really do. I may have had a hard road and I may not be liked in the locker room, but I still like myself. And you know what else? The voices inside my head, they like me too. My brother likes me too. They like it when I heckle some idiot just for a couple of laughs. And they absolutely love it when fillet a guy like you, whose very name insists upon itself. 'The Prince of Darkness‘..it sounds like a bad cowboy mini-series. And while I may be an angry bastard, I still like myself a hell of a lot. Right now, I'm all smiles and pie in the sky and sh*t like that...hell, I'm about this close to just going inside and yelling 'PIZZA PARTY' at the top of my lungs just to watch him BTY the first guy he sees who looks like he's wearing a pizza-delivery shirt. That's what makes me happy. It's what makes me smile...chaos. Seeing things get all f*cked up, just for a couple of cheap laughs. I'm in need of a good, cheap laugh or three! And the voices in my head, they're already making fun little suggestions. They're telling me to growl and glare and stick my chest out and be all angry and vicious in front of the camera because it'll make little Prince of Darkness wet his pants the minute he catches sight of me on Tv! [ He chuckles ] But you, ...you're in for a very different side of me. You're the guy whose going to be in that ring, expecting to see old stone face come strolling down, all business-like and ready for a war straight out of a 'Rocky' montage. But that's not what you're gonna get. Nope, you're gonna get this exact same smiling face. I'm gonna turn your face so many colors, they'll think you took a moneyshot from a circus clown! And why? Because I'm pissed, that's why!"

[ He twirls a finger around randomly ]

Wolf: Will you do what so many across the world are hoping you can, to stop Angel of Death and stand tall as the new North American Champion? Everybody wants that, because everyone hates me, but I LIKE MYSELF…. Or will you fall… will you fall having left everything in the ring and nothing in your soul? Either way, you’ve shown that you’re willing to go above and beyond to earn this chance, something that no other man took the initiative to do. You’ve called me out, challenged me, scorned me with your words, bruised my body and got into my head. You’ve done everything possible to prepare for this moment, and I don’t think anyone would disagree that you’ve never been more ready for it. You’ve never had this great a chance at walking away with it all. Well after tonight, they’ll be forced to look for another contender, another great hope to challenge the Angel of Death because while you’ll bring your best, I have every intent of making sure that you’re one more man whose best isn’t enough. I have every intent of taking the chants of “ Better then Wolf! Better than Wolf! Better than Wolf!” and turning them into nothing more than –

[He claps his hands once, the sharp noise echoing off the walls as he jerks his head up and glares into the lens, the silence now filling the room. Leaning in, he whispers the word.]

---------…. silence... ---------

[He looks up again, a smile filling his face as his eyes move about. For just a moment, he allows himself to succumb to his own madness, letting it fill him, letting it give him purpose, show him the way. He hears the voices, the same ones that brought him back into the fold, the same ones that have never lied to him before. And in a second, his eyes flash open and his stare levels down at the camera.]

Wolf: “The smart money rests on the technical wrestler and while you could probably suplex me all over Canada, you're not about to get that chance! Because everytime you think you've got me where you want me, the voices in the back of my melon are gonna be giving me the heads up, waiting for me to find a way out and nail your sorry ass with the Final Howl. Because while you may have the technical background, while you may be a wizard on the mat, I'm not. I'm a pissed off moutain of a man that just wants to hand out a 225-pound boo-boo this night so I can feel a little better about myself, understand?! I LIKE MYSELF...I LIKE MYSELF...I LIKE MYSELF...the more I say it, the better I feel. And when I land the Final Howl, I'm gonna feel a whole lot better! But not you, because all you're gonna feel is your brain slamming against the back of your skull. So sit back and think and scheme all you want, because I'll tell you right now, there is only one plan on the brain. And that's to tear your hearts out and feed them to your employees. We, Cursed Bloodline, we don't plan sh*t. We're like dogs chasing cars, but the second we actually get ahold of one, we're taking it apart piece by piece until there's nothing left but to find another. Just ask Mike Curtis!!! Your time is here. This is going to be a lesson in cold, hard and unadulterated violence! It's going to be about rage from bell to bell because I intend to take you on a little cruise straight to Hell and show you what kind of animal you're actually f*cking with here!

[ His tone turned deadly serious with that last line. He'd somehow mentally switched channels to a much more callous, more vicious Wolf. ]

Wolf: "Tame the Beast."

[He sits motionless and quiet now just staring into the camera. He tilts his head as the children begin to sing their song again,

Blood from the people it rains,
splurting from every mortals vains,
the time has come for the immortals to feast,
soon every mortal will be deceased,
he is the death black beast,
come to strike fear in your eyes,
now everybody dies,
you've nowhere to run,
and now your done

Wolf is motionless staring out with his ghoulishly eyes. It sent chills down the camera man's spine just looking at it, so he wasted little time in cutting the feed and getting the heck out of there, leaving the scene in darkness ]

**™S. nay-rappeX taMmeT** · 09-11-2010, 09:33 PM

THE EPICITY
Final Part

ENCORE
The Experience of a Lifetime
Retirement Match
Boudreau vs. Rich

The Indellacy Journals:
Volume: Final
Part: Final
Date: Sunday, September 12, 2010

This is my very last Indellacy Journal entry. Nothing more needs to be said. I have written in these journals, every day, sometimes on more than one occasion, for over a year. Since July 21, 2009, the day after I learned of contracted with the disease. Well, they are done now. I hope that everything recorded in these pages will help science, and the medical community in some way, in understanding this disease more. It has been one of the greatest experiences of my life; dealing with this, as strange as that may sound. But the things I have seen are unlike anything I had imagined previously. The things I have heard have more meaning than anything I have ever known. The emotions I felt, overwhelmed me like never before. Didn’t know such feelings could be felt. My awareness and thankfulness for everything that I have ever had and everything that I have accomplished, is appreciated more now than ever. And the love I feel for my friends, family, and most importantly, Alexza and my unborn child, is stronger than ever… Do I suffer? Yes. Almost unbelievably, obviously, if you have read from the beginning of these journals... But it has all been worth it. Acceptance is beauty, and I have accepted it, I have embraced it all with open arms, and wide eyes. But my amazing life is not over yet. Only these journals will cease to exist now. I want to live without writing in this. I want my final days on the planet, as a human being, to be experienced only relaxing, no obligations, with Alexza…

My last match… It is today… The time is now. In mere hours, I will wrestle G-Rich, for the first time ever. A lot of times, these “first-ever” matches get billed as so, but it is not exactly true, as the combatants, whomever they may be, practise with each other and warm up with each other at house shows, and on their own, and such. But this WILL honestly be the first time that G-Rich and I step in to the ring together, as opponents. It’s so real, yet surreal, at the same time. G-Rich… The Idol’s Idol… My dream match. It is my final wish. Everything else in my life is complete, except for this. It’s going to be amazing. I haven’t been so nervous for a match, probably since my first FWA Championship defence, almost 2 years ago. I have “gotten used to” going out in front of crowds, and facing great wrestlers. I mean, yeah, the butterflies are always there, but this is different… I am so excited. I’ve never been more excited for a match in my life. We are going to create something special inside of that wrestling ring tonight. I am leaving, and he is returning. We are combining MULTIPLE elements in to one match. Retirement match. Return match. First ever match. Friend vs. Friend. Former stable mates. Former tag team champions. There has never been anything like this before. I hate to sound arrogant, I really do, but this is one of the biggest matches, if not the biggest match that the FWA has ever seen. Championships don’t even matter. When two guys can main event a PPV without a title being on the line, that tells you something right there. And the Indellacy will not be an issue. The doctors have adapted special medication for this sole purpose, that has been working wonderfully. The only thing that will be on the minds of people is the match. People will be jaw dropped. The Experience of a Lifetime awaits us all…

Throughout my life, as everybody knows, I have always been a person who looks to things in life, and makes connections and relations to things, that others may not have even thought of. “Coincidences” so to speak, have also interested me. And more importantly, synchronicities, things that connect to show a larger meaning, have always interested me. This point in my life is no different. If you refer back to the very first Indellacy Journal entry, you will notice that it was written at a point very close to Red, White & Bruised. And now, here we are again, very close to that Pay Per View, the exact morning of the PPV, actually, one year later, and it is the LAST Indellacy journal, instead of the first. Began and ended around RWB. Interesting indeed. Want to know what else is interesting? My very first Indellacy attack was at last year’s RWB, and now, due to the Indellacy, my very last match with be this year, at RWB. This is not all coincidence. It has all been mapped out. It is all predetermined. And here is another one, the biggest one: Today is four years to the EXACT day that I left the FWA in 2006. And four years later, I leave again. And just like it was in 2006, G-Rich will be right there, as it all happens… As I walk away, again: this time, forever…

- TMX

ACT I:
DEATH & LIFE
Scene I; 'the letter'

08.09.10

We haven’t gotten a letter in the mail for years, baby. It's all e-mails now... And no return address?… No name?… Who could it be from?

I really don’t know, ‘Lexy. I’m just as curious as you are. Maybe it‘s not even a letter…

You are extremely curious, actually.

Ok, let’s find out!

Alexza’s youth-like excitement always makes you smile… You tear the edge of the envelope open with your fingers, and pull out what is inside. It is a single piece of blue-lined, hole-punched paper. You unfold it, to reveal what is on it, if anything… The first things you notice, simulataneously, are the black ink, and the unique style of writing. Unlike any penmanship you have ever seen... Alexza’s instinct was correct: it is a letter. You read the mysterious writing aloud:

Good day, Matt…

If you are reading this, it means two things: The first and most obvious, is that you are alive, and the second, is that I am dead… So, I guess this makes you the only remaining survivor left on planet Earth with the Indellacy. Congratulations! Hahaha… Excuse my odd humor… As I have expressed to you in our prior communications, our day spent together a few months ago with our significant others will be one of the most memorable days of my extraordinary life. I know you will say the same, and so would Janet and Alexza… Give her my best, would you? She will be an excellent mother; I know this. But look who I am talking to. You know this too… I’m happy for you both… And now, there is nothing left to be said, except for that I urge you to enjoy the rest of you life, Matt. Live your final days to the fullest, as I will (or have, in this case) mine. Feel free to stay in touch with Janet… I’ll be seeing you soon.

Your friend,
Roger R. Schwartz

Scene II; 'the final prophecy'

09.20.10

You think to yourself, while spiralling down the long, seemingly endless, multicoloured, geometric tube, lined with the language that used to be foreign, but is now quite recognizable, and deciphered: ‘What can come next? What have I not seen? What more is there to know?’ Your question is immediately answered, without hesitation, as always, by the language on the wall. It manifests along the spiral, as you swirl, deeper and deeper inside. It reads “There is soon to be no ‘I’. What lay beyond, is the last humanly experience ‘you’ require, before ‘you’ pass on to the next dimension. It happens, NOW.” As always, you burst through the end and center of the spiral, and manifest as a force outside of the scene that is happening, but from a viewpoint above, looking down. It is the scene of chaos. A hospital. Screams. People. The doctor moves out of the way, and it is Alexza, laying on a bed, in obvious pain. She is giving birth… What happens next is a first: you feel ‘human’ again. You have never felt human in these type of dream-situations before... The faces of familiar people are all around, mainly her friends, but also her parents, as well as yours. All gathered around in support. You feel a tremendous happiness... Something else is now very odd: you are not understanding the language they speak. It seems blocked from your current comprehension. Loudness. Screams. Gibberish. Alexza. Then the doctor. Then Alexza again. Her best friend noticeably squeezes her hand, with both of hers. You feel this, somehow. Love... Alexza arches back, then forward, and a new life enters the world. The baby is born... The doctor clears the nose and mouth, and then wipes him/her off, and presents the baby to an exhausted Alexza. She smiles, as does everybody else in the room. The next word, you understand perfectly, amongst the confusion and incomprehension of all the others: “Boy.” Then more, very fast and rapidly: "April", "Twenty", "Second", "Twenty", "Eleven", "One", "Thirteen", "Pea", "Em". As emotion like never before floods over you,

You wake up. But not as usual. Usually, you would burst out from this type of dream experience, in a sweat, an a sudden jolt. But this time you wake up, and feel as if you have had the best sleep of your entire life. The first thing you see is Alexza, and the first thing you think, is once again, a first: you remember the dream perfectly. It is in your mind, as you look at Alexza. After two seconds, her eyes open as well, slowly, calmly, as if you were one, just out of sync for a couple of seconds. It never ceases to amaze you what life brings you, and the manner in which it does so…

ACT II:
THE PAST, TELLS OF THE FUTURE
Scene I; 'what was said'

[excerpt from
"Idol will find Peace within the Emptiness"]
(for Desert Storm, June 21 2009)

The point of view then shifts back inside of the church, where only the cameraperson, Alexza, and Matt Boudreau stand.

BOUDREAU: Alright, my love; let’s go…

Alexza nods, and they turn around to leave, but suddenly, and perhaps unexpectedly, the cameraman says,

“HEY! Hold on for a second.”

Boudreau and Alexza both turn around, and Boudreau says,

“What is it? You forget how to get out of here?”

CAMERAPERSON: Nah, I remember perfectly well, champ…

The cameraperson’s voice is now more than familiar, which is sort of obvious, due to the expression on Matt Boudreau’s face. The cameraperson then takes off his hat, with his back to the point of view. He proceeds to take off a fake beard as well, and then a pair of sunglasses, dropping them on the floor. Boudreau looks at the cameraperson, and a huge smile produces on his face, as does Alexza’s. The cameraperson then climbs up on the stage, walks over to Boudreau, and they shake hands. The cameraperson then bends over and hugs Alexza.

BOUDREAU: It’s good to see you, my friend. This is a great surprise.

The cameraperson turns slightly, and the point of view can now distinguish exactly who it is.

G-RICH: I heard about this service you were having, and had to be here, inconspicuously, of course, due to my status…

Both men grin.

G-RICH: And also, to wish you well on your victory over Duke Drazin today, the rest of your historic title reign, and to have a quick conversation with you, before you take off…

The point of view fades to black, as the two can be heard chatting.

BOUDREAU: Sure, I have plenty of time, G. Let’s have a seat…

G-Rich along with Matt Boudreau and Alexza sit in one of the now empty church pews.

G-RICH: So what about this thing with Rocky Creed that you were telling me about on the phone last week? You really think he is ready to step up and be a big time player?

BOUDREAU: I do, G. He has a few more things to prove to me, but I feel that he will do so… Besides, if not him, then who?

G-RICH: Yeah… I guess that is the thing…

BOUDREAU: I know you aren’t too big on Creed, but I really think he can handle it. We’ll see where it goes, anyway, but I am really ready to set it in motion.

G-RICH: I’ll trust you to know what you’re doing…

BOUDREAU: How are you feeling, anyway?

G-RICH: The same as I did when we spoke last. Training is coming along. Still taking it easy though, you know, man: I’m done. So, there’s no need to go all out anymore, right?

BOUDREAU: Very true. You have to reduce any chance of making it any worse…

Silence.

G-RICH: … I don’t have remorse, or regret for anything I have done in the past, Matt, you know this. But, if there was one thing I don’t really like that happened, even though it benefited many other people, such as Stu, and yourself most importantly. And that was having to forfeit the Tag Team Championships.

BOUDREAU: I agree… We’d still be holding them.

They both chuckle.

BOUDREAU: A lot of things could have taken place if you had not been injured, G. Could you have imagined a match between the two of us, somewhere down the line? We could have worked a great story, my friend. Something like the fans would remember for ages.

The Richest Man in Wrestling nods up and down.

G-RICH: We sure would have, Matt. But everything happens for a reason. You’ve preached that for months and months now.

Boudreau nods in agreement, grinning.

BOUDREAU: Oh well… We can still dream, right?

G-Rich pats Boudreau on the back.

G-RICH: Definitely…

He stands up.

G-RICH: I should get going, Matt. Don’t want to keep the plane waiting. I just wanted to ask you about Creed, in person, before I left.

They both stand up, as does Alexza.

BOUDREAU: Safe flight, my friend. Was great seeing you.

They shake hands.

G-RICH: Talk to you soon, Champ.

He delicately shakes Alexza’s hand.

G-RICH: Good-bye for now, Alexza.

ALEXZA: Bye, G-Rich.

G-Rich walks out of the church, as Boudreau and Alexza sit back down in place, in the pew. Boudreau looks up at the elaborately multicoloured ceiling…

Scene II; 'triad'

[excerpts from
"The Epicity, part II"
Act I, Scene II]
(for Back in Business V, May 2 2010)

I. The DREAM

Endless individual swirls and streams of colour, spiral in black space. So many of these swirls exist, that you rarely see any of the blackness. Soon enough though, these swirls transmutate to the form of objects. First of all, a bed manifests. Second, some sort of drawer, but it can not be told for certain, due to the fact that your view is from above... Spirals continue taking the form of objects in space, until it is visually obvious that this scene is now a bedroom. Two spirals remain moving around over the bed though. One is purple, and one is blue. The purple one begins to grow brighter. And brighter… And brighter… Until it is no longer a spiral, but instead, a ball of glowing white energy. Slowly, just like every other spiral did, these shapes begin to manifest, in to two human beings, sleeping in the bed. It is you and your girlfriend. And you now realize that you are dreaming and having an out of body experience… This feels strange, but you know exactly what is happening, and more importantly, what is about to happen. You wait. You let the dream do what it will with you… Then, you hear it: The voice. The voice that you have heard for months. The following is expressed:

II. The PROPHECY

“For when the fourth alpha squar'd,
come full arm'd n' bar'd,
And the righteous seventh,
o'erflo 'n-ho-lea malevolence;
Then Fortune presence
warm Death and Clearance.
.
..
…
Member this, you shall not,
n’toll progress push the plot.”

III. The EPIPHANY

The following realization and revelation flashes to you, in literally, less than one second:

It all makes perfect sense now. I can not believe that I did not figure this out sooner… But of course, it was not the way it was supposed to be. The prophecy from months ago, has unfolded over time, and shown me clearly what it means, at significant points in my life. Just before my third and final match with long time rival, Duke Drazin, I realized that he was the “fourth alpha squared” as the fourth letter of the alphabet is ‘D’ and “squared” implies that there are two of them: His initials. And now, just before my match with G-Rich, I realize that HE is the “righteous seventh”. The number seven implies creation. The seven days of creation by God. G-Rich is the creator of the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. “Righteous” also implies G-Rich. He may not always be, but he tries to be, as he is now the General Manager of Crossfire, and can no longer run rampant with chaos, as he used to… But even more proof that this is referring to G-Rich comes next. It is the confirmation. “Overflow with unholy malevolence.” A direct reference to the Unholy Uprising: G-Rich’s most notable creation, other than the FWA itself… This prophecy is telling me when I will die. It claims I will die after my matches with Duke Drazin and G-Rich, and it also states that I am not going to remember this until it unfolds… It’s all true. It’s happening before me. Amazing…

Scene III; 'darnell porter?'

[excerpt from
"Goodbye"
Act II, Scene I]
(for Betrayal, June 27 2010)

The Idol looks up, and pauses for a few seconds, then looks back down toward the camera, seeming to be shivering a bit, and blinking quite rapidly.

BOUDREAU: The pain of this disease is unimaginable, by times… Some of the thoughts would drive a normal man insane… But I push through. I am fighting this thing. It has been Matt Boudreau versus The Indellacy for almost a year now. And it has been a back and forth battle. But I am winning.

Boudreau moans, in discomfort.

BOUDREAU: I AM WINNING! I was told two to six months, then I would be DEAD. They were all wrong. In about a month, it will be one year. I AM LIKE NOBODY ELSE! I am an evolution of man; NOT a man. I have stayed alive for many reasons, some of which I have just previously stated, except for this reason: I have STAYED ALIVE, to face off, one-on-one, with YOU…

Boudreau’s eyes grow more dilated, and as they do, the multicoloured fireflies quickly move away from him, all in unison, as if one mind... They then fly back around him, as he begins to speak again.

“Blessed is he who read and
those who hear the words of the
prophecy, and heed the things
which are written in it; for the time
is near.”

- Revelation, 1-3

BOUDREAU: It has been a long time coming, has it not? You have been waiting for this, for so long. And truth be told, I have as well. I spoke over two months ago about a new series of Steps, after the sequence was completed with Rocky Creed. It all began with the swerve on Fight Night, and it will all conclude with this match… The Final Step in my career. You have NO IDEA how long, how deeply, and how intensely I have been longing for this. You and I, are going to top anything anybody has ever seen. I may say that a lot, but it is true again. I provide better match, after better match, each night… People have been anticipating this. It is the dream match of many. And we are finally going to have the opportunity to have this… You know, deep down inside, that I am the best. Hell, you have said it on many occasions, but also, the disheartening part of all of this, is that you truly believe that you can defeat me. You are about to be let down, in that respect. And speaking of respect, I DO respect you. I really do. We all know what you have done for the company, and you will forever be known in this business, but nonetheless, you DO NOT stand a chance against me. And also, something that I have been waiting to say to you…

Boudreau suddenly grabs his left side, with his right hand, moaning at the same time. He then noticeably clinches his left fist, and places his forehead on it, as the fireflies, one by one, very quickly, all fade out, domino-style… Eventually, blackness is what is seen, and the agonizing moans of Matt Boudreau are what is heard.

The sudden transformation,
leaves a cold, black, whispery tingling sensation.
Moon create Silhouette that we have seen before.
Silhouette now speak, but like never heard before.

BOUDREAU: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US GREG?!! HOW?! WE WILL LEARN THIS! AND YOU WILL ANSWER!!!!

Silence.
Head down.
…
Still not a sound.
Slight return.
Eyes and face burn.

BOUDREAU: Ace’s High… A debacle. A F*CKING DEBACLE!! BECAUSE OF YOU!!! WHY?!! You return. You form this alliance of Crossfire wrestlers to come over to Fight Night, MY SHOW, and RUIN IT?! WHY?!?!? To get at US?! I asked this SAME QUESTION many months ago, and what have you DONE?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!! IGNORE US, THAT is what you have done! In the hospital, DYING, and YOU F*CKING IGNORE US!! On Fight Night, and you IGNORE ME!! COWARD!! COWARD!! You WANTED me to get pinned by Nemesis that night, DIDN’T YOU?! You wanted to create a new star, JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH ME. That is what you are all about, boy. That is ALL you are about. You COULD NEVER be the wrestler that you WANTED to be DEEP DOWN INSIDE, so instead, you flocked to the guys who you deemed to be the best at the time, and you MADE SURE THEY GOT PUSHED TO THE MOON. THAT IS WHAT YOU DID WITH ME!!! AND THAT IS WHAT YOU DID WITH NEMESIS!! You can not deny that, coward. But the big difference is, is that I EARNED MY WAY. I AM DYING AND STILL POUR MY SOUL OUT FOR THIS COMPANY. And what does your golden boy, your hand chosen Crossfire star do, G-RICH? WHAT DOES HE DO, WE ASKED??!!!!! I WILL TELL YOU WHAT HE DOES, SINCE YOU ARE OBVIOSULY BLIND: He does NOTHING of worth! THIS CREATION WILL NOT LIVE UP TO YOUR HYPE! And I have seen the future, and I promise you, I VOW TO YOU, that I am right. AND IT MAKES ME SICK!! SOME CHAMPION YOU HAVE THERE. You really chose a winner there, Rich. If you wouldn’t have been involved at Ace’s High, your golden boy would have got his ASS HANDED TO HIM. Seeing him being bitten by the snake of Stu St. Clair gave me chills of joy. It was blissful to see him WRITHING IN PAIN. WE HOPE STU KILLS HIM!! When he takes the title, with the ease of his hand, with a DDT, I will be in even more bliss. Maybe your show will actually be credible then, when it has a true fighter and competitor like Stu with the title, instead of some flavour of the month. THE SHOW THAT YOU RUN IS GARBAGE! You worry about making it the best, instead of visiting a dying friend… These actions are disgusting… And for those actions, a dying man is GOING TO MAKE A FOOL OF YOU, when that day finally arrives where we step in the ring, G-Rich. I am going to put the true God of this company on your pathetic feeble knees, and as you look up at me, you WILL know who the most DOMINANT FORCE in the FWA is, and has ever been. You WILL know that you can not do THIS anymore. You will be a changed man after WE beat you WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, G-Rich…

Tears of anger.
Full return.

BOUDREAU: WE HATE YOU FOR THIS, GREG!!… WE HATE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE US DO TO YOU!! You were his best friend, Greg, but we have never been fooled by you. WE HAVE ALWAYS SEEN THROUGH YOU, AND YOU WILL PAY!

Moan.
Force it out, somewhat.
Struggle.
Desperation...

BOUDREAU: Get out of ME!... PLEASE, leave me alone... stop giving me these thoughts...

Silhouette head look down to the ground,
to conceal the obvious fermenting frown.
A lone perpendicular purple firefly flicker,
Silhouette was hopeful, but is now even sicker…
His words were dark, but were they real?
All of this may seem surreal,
but as he would say:
“It’s all so real.
It is more real than you could feel,
It is too real to keep concealed.”
Indellacy will tell the truth,
the truth that will eventually soothe.
Now it is time for the goodbye,
as Silhouette become one with the nigh’t.

ACT III:
CLOSING ACT

[excerpt from
"The Finale"
Act I, Scene II]
(for Fight Night, July 16 2010)

ROBINSON: But before I take off for a while, and before we all get too drunk, I have a toast to make. A toast to Matt Boudreau, one of the most entertaining wrestlers in the FWA’s history. Matt, you’ve been a part of classic matches and classic promos that people will remember for years. And your title reign will live in the record books for years to come, I am sure. And another thing I am sure about, is that everybody here, would like to toast you for all of that.

Robinson holds his glass in the air, and those with beverages do the same, before taking drinks… The point of view switches to third person limited, confined to Matt Boudreau. You look out at all of the people here for you. You then look to Alexza, and she smiles at you. You know for certain, 100%, that this is the greatest day of your life. You respond to the gracious words of the owner of the FWA, Matthew Robinson, and the multiple words that suddenly come out from your co-workers and friends…

Wow, Matthew. Thanks so much. And thank you too, everybody. This is definitely one of the best days of my life, being here with all of my friends and family, my birthday, finding out that Alexza is pregnant. All in one day! It’s great. And since I have you all here, in one spot, which will probably be for the last time, I just have a few things to say. But don’t worry, it won’t be long and drawn out like most of my promos are. I’ll get right to the point.

A few chuckles from the guests, which makes you chuckle too.

The first thing I have to do, is thank Matthew Robinson. The courage is takes to keep a dying, diseased man on your roster, and in your company, a lot of people can not understand, but I do. Thank you for that, sir. You know what the business means to me, and due to that, you allowed me to stay on. A class act, and very trusting.

You extend your hand to the CEO of the FWA, and Robinson shakes it.

Next, I’d like to thank each and every person I have had a match with over the years. It’s been fun, and honestly, I remember every one of you. I recall every time I have stepped into an FWA ring. I need to thank each person I have feuded with over the years as well. I think my feuds with Duke and Rocky will be the most remembered overall, but I also thank Tom for the feud we had. And Nate Richardson as well... I have to thank Daniel Sinclair, for being the first one to recognize me in the FWA, and take me on as an ally, which really got me used to how this company ran, as opposed to others I had been a part of. And of course, I have to thank Alexza, for being the best manager and valet in the FWA. Nobody else was ever an option for who would appear with me, each week. She has done a perfect job… And finally, I have to thank you, my friend.

You look to G-Rich, and point to him as well.

I’ll never forget that first FWA Anniversary Show, man. If it weren’t for the events of that night, we honestly wouldn’t be standing here right now. I threw a punch, and you fired me for it. That led to it all. And the next huge step would be that phone call you made to me, asking me to come back to the FWA. Nobody else tried to get me back. Because they all knew they couldn’t. But you… You knew you could do it, so you did, man. And if it were never for that, I wouldn’t have become the FWA Champion, and went on to my historic reign. And now, we have a match in the works. A match that we used to speak of, as if it would never happen. As if it were only a dream match, a fantasy and not reality. But now, years later, here we are, and it will happen. It IS going to happen. And for all of that, I thank you.

You raise your glass, in salute of each person present. They all do the same. You drink, and they all follow, as you bask in this moment, thinking of wrestling your best friend…

The ENCORE:

“When people think I’m done,
I come right back.”

… The scene fades in… A huge field; the land covered in grass so green that is seems to leave fluorescence. The sky is clear and blue, with only the rare white cloud overhead, while the sun shines down, providing a flow of energy and life, to whatever it touches. At the far edge of the field, there is a thick forest, leading to a jungle, and a small opening is seen right in the center of the view. The density of the trees and other various plants reach far up, climbing a mountain, then begins to dissipate. After a few seconds, something strange begins to happen, that could only be a sign that one mans arrival to this beautiful place, is imminent: A mist begins to flow out of the small, dark entrance to the forest/jungle. But much more significantly, the mist is multicoloured… It continues to flow from forested jungle, until a figure walks out, emerging from the multicolour. The person is barefoot, wearing a pair of torn faded blue jeans, and a black hoody with the hood up. Of course, this person is the longest reigning FWA Champion in history, the Titan of Wrestling, The Idol. It is Matt Boudreau… He walks along the fluorescent grass, as the camera slowly zooms in on him from overhead. It is quite a sight… Boudreau and the camera stop simultaneously, creating a perfect distance from him, for a great shot. The Idol looks to the camera, takes the hood of his hoody off of his head, and begins to voice his final words, to the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, his fans, and anybody else who is about to experience it.

BOUDREAU: It is amazing how things turn out, is it not? Matt Boudreau, versus G-Rich. If this had been mentioned even one year ago, it would have been perceived as nonsense. An impossibility. But here we are, alive, here today, and it is soon to be a reality. As time has progressed, the signs of this coming match have been more and more evident. First, of course, the return of G-Rich. Then, his attack on Fight Night. From here, our first face to face encounter in the FWA, in over a year. And then, the obvious, when he announced he would return to the ring, by setting up a sign-up sheet, just like he did, four years ago, where any person; man, woman, or child, could challenge him. A direct reference to The Idol. These are only a few of the things that have happened. The only signs have been much more subtle. You may have caught them, if you paid very close attention. And subconsciously, I knew this would all happen. All along, from the very beginning. I was seeing things, that were basically telling me this match would happen, but at the time, I did not realize that is what was happening. But as time progressed, I saw it all. I referenced it deliberately, and the inferior individuals in the human race had no idea what I was doing. This is what I do: I lay the future out, before you all, before it happens. I am a TRUE prophet. And I lay it out in ways that require you to look hard. Digging deep. Reading between the lines. Exercising your minds. I have done it my entire career, ESPECIALLY since I have won the FWA Championship. And now in just a few days, in mere hours, the culmination of EVERYthing will happen. The match, over four years in the making is going to happen. On September 12 2010, the two biggest names in the history of the FWA will square off, one-on-one. Matt Boudreau versus G-Rich. The first and last time.

Boudreau pauses from speaking, and looks up to the sun, which is behind him… He then turns back to the camera.

BOUDREAU: Everybody knows the story by now, so there is no need for me to reiterate, again. The fifth Anniversary Show of the FWA perfectly told our story, the story of G-Rich and Matt Boudreau, but what it did not tell, is what I am going to provide you with here this evening, leading in to the night. And that, is my personal thoughts on all of this. What was going through my mind as all of these events took place… And I will start right at the beginning. The very start... The first time I met you, backstage, in passing. The manner in which you handled yourself was like nothing I had ever seen before, and I immediately began to respect you. I looked up to you. You told me that I had a ton of potential as well, so of course, that made me want to prove myself even more to you… Shortly thereafter, I had an offer to join the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and I continued to respect you, Rich, but you can not say the same for me, can you? You began to resent me because of this. I believe it was due to your hatred for Daniel Sinclair, but I did what I had to do at the time to get noticed, and make an IMPACT, as the League used to say… And I did JUST THAT. Then you made your problems with me known, and booked the now famous sign up sheet, for somebody to face you, since you had many enemies. I signed up, as did Arsen and Hardware, and then, at the Anniversary Show, before the four-way match could happen, you fired me. It appears that you did this, solely due to the fact that I punched you, and broke your nose that night, but that’s not all of it, is it, Rich? You KNEW, deep down inside, that you could not defeat me. You realized after I had signed up for that match, what you had gotten yourself in to, and that was a lot of trouble. Arsen and Hardware you could take care of, but me? No, you knew I was too good… Then you taunted me, provoked me. I was younger then, much more cocky and irritable, and I let you have it. You made me so angry that night. As if a loss was not enough to deal with, at such a huge show, but to be taunted afterwards, face to face? I had to do it… And that is just what you wanted. You wanted a reason to fire me, so you would not have to face me. And your plan worked, did it not? You went in there and defeated Nick Arsen and Hardware. I must say though, G, very clever. Very clever, indeed.

Boudreau smirks, and nods, up and down.

BOUDREAU: That is something that I admired about you. You were so smart and calculating. Everything you did was for a reason, and a purpose.

Boudreau grins.

BOUDREAU: I am not still angry about that though. About being fired. That was many years ago. Besides, it was really that event that lead to the perfect timing for my return, which led to my title reign, and much, much more. So it needed to happen, just as it did. But then, a over a year later, I got that call… The most important phone call of my life…

Boudreau looks to the sun once more, and then walks towards the forested jungle. He enters the same opening that he emerged from to begin with, and the camera zooms in, rather quickly, until it makes it to this place, then immediately fades to black.
It fades back in, and the camera view is now following The Idol from behind. He walks along a dirt path, completely surrounded by life. There are enormous trees everywhere, most of them growing on odd angles. Unique bushes and shrubs line the path, as vines flow all around, even some overhead, but not enough to stop the dark orange rays of the sun from shining in. The shadows that are being created due to this are somewhat eerie, and emit a mysterious atmosphere… It is very noticeable that they are not casting out as they should, from where the sun is shining… Sounds of the various wildlife is heard everywhere, while the birds stand out the most. This all seems very familiar… This sight… Throughout Matt Boudreau’s career, we have seen him ‘walk the path’ many times, both literally and metaphorically. There is an astounding sense all around, that tonight, that path finally ends… … He stops, and turns to the camera.

BOUDREAU: Do you feel that?…

He looks all around.

BOUDREAU: The life. The energy. It’s manifesting like never before. The sun is setting… The time is near…

He pauses for a few more seconds, closes his eyes, and is totally aware of as much of all that is around him. The sounds, the feeling of the sun’s rays against his face, and the occasional mosquito or other flying insect around his head… Taking it all in…

BOUDREAU: Once you fired me, G-Rich, I went home. I went home, and I stayed home. Were you expecting me to show up at Trial by Fire, and interfere in your match, in order to gain some sort of revenge? Well, no: that never happened. And do you know why, G? It was out of RESPECT to you, and YOUR company. I stayed away for a year and a half, out of respect. And the only reason I came back, was obviously because of you. Your phone call. I have ALWAYS respected you, so much as to even drop everything I am doing, and change my entire life again, just because you want me to come back. You were MY Idol, man…

Silence… even the wildlife seemingly ceases to exist… Then the various noise comes back, all at once.

BOUDREAU: And here is something else for you to think about, G. Let’s put it ALL right out there, shall we? Do you remember a time when you asked the entire locker room of the FWA not to refer to you as “Greg” in their promos anymore, or while in interviews, or in the ring, etcetera, etcetera? Because I certainly remember that. And do you know what else I remember, Rich? I remember MULTIPLE people IGNORING your request, and calling you by your real name anyway, and on more than one occasion. THAT, is disrespect. And even your friends do it. But do you know who NEVER did, when you made that request? ME. Do you know who still has not, even after these years? ME. THAT is RESPECT. I am the most loyal and zealous man in the entire FWA, and I always have been. And THAT is why I was a key to success in the two most dominant stables in the FWA’s history. And that leads me directly to my next point: Ryan Hall. This is a man that I no longer respect. After defeating him three times in the ring, first at Mile High to TAKE the FWA Championship from him, second at Back in Business, to BREAK his record, and third at Payback, to gain revenge on him for what he did to Alexza; I realize that he was never anything more than hype. Over-rated. And also, a very disrespectful man. It was Ryan Hall, G, that tried to take the credit for YOUR creation, the Unholy Uprising. That is MORE than a slap to the face. That is SPIT to the eye, Rich. I am astonished that YOU have left him get away with this for so long, to be honest, but if you want to know the truth, as I beat him worse than anybody ever has, three times, a lot of that punishment was for his disrespect toward you over the years, G.

Boudreau pauses, and stares intensely into the camera.

BOUDREAU: But let’s get back to when you contacted me, in late 2007. Your proposition to ALIGN with you. Honestly, I was shocked. I was shocked that you still saw potential and ability in me, even though of our rivalry, that seemingly ended my career in the FWA. It was an offer that I could not refuse. I knew that this stable would go on to be the biggest and the best ever, if not only for one reason: the fact that both G-Rich and I were in it. I loved my spot and role in the Unholy Uprising. I was totally dominant, and everybody saw that. Hell, I was the best damned entertainer on the roster, long before I became FWA Champion. And I did that, alongside G-Rich. When we set out to get the Tag Team Championships of the FWA, I was more determined than I had ever been previously in my career, to attain a goal. Just the thought of being your tag team partner seemed too good to be true, but to actually be the Tag Team CHAMPIONS? This was a dream of mine… And my dream came true, when we made Nick Arsen and James Sync look like two kindergarteners in the wrestling ring. THAT, my friend, was an HONOUR. The mutual admiration between the two of us would have made us the most dominant Tag Team Champions in history, if it were not for two things: the first is James Sync, putting his nose where it did not belong, demanding a singles match with you, and each Unholy Uprising member, until he got to you. I am going to tell you: I am usually a man who goes with the flow, and accepts what is handed to him, but this, I was genuinely angered about. But did I let anybody know? Of course not. Well anyway, that worked out really well for Sync, eh? Yeah right… Correct me if I am wrong, but I think Stu beat him, I know for sure that destroyed him, and so did you, G. Just what we all knew would happen. So basically, all of that was a waste of time. Time gone, never to get back again… But when we WERE defending as Champions, we were the best anybody had ever seen. Just ask your current Champions, and titled ‘best tag team of the current era, or maybe the best ever’, Aut Pax Aut Bellum. WE challenged THEM, because we saw the potential in them. Remember that, Dan? Remember that, Andrew? You certainly were the toughest challenge G and I ever faced, but of course, you were defeated. I hope people remember that. When you speak of Aut Pax Aut Bellum, you remember, that it was G-RICH and MATT BOUDREAU that put them on the map. Not Confederate Justice, not Electric Funeral, not Sinful Sensuality, and not ANYbody else. It was US. It is a good thing we got that match in while we could though, because then, of course, we all know the rest. G-Rich was injured, and our time as Champions came to abrupt, and somewhat discouraging end. But as always, everything was meant for a reason…

Matt Boudreau stops speaking, turns around, once again back facing the camera, and walks further down the path, in to the forested jungle. The scene fades out, remaining black for a few seconds.
When it fades back in, it is an awe-inspiring overhead shot. Boudreau emerges from an opening in the trees, but the path continues along, through some very tall, very green, grass. The sun continues to set, providing the same dark orange radiance to the scene, combined with the greenness of the grass, that blows subtly in the slight breeze. As the view follows Boudreau through the tall grass, it eventually becomes shorter, and shorter, until eventually it reveals a beautiful white sand beach, with the oceans waves gently pushing toward the shore, rather than crashing hard and rough... Boudreau walks on to the beach, looks up to the sun, again, and then back to the camera, in order to speak.

BOUDREAU: The reason you were injured, G, was so I could move on to begin my final path towards destiny, and win the FWA Championship. NOW… this raises some questions. Mainly something I think you truly believe, Rich. The fact that if it were not for you, I would not be where I am today… And that, is one hundred percent false. It may be true, that my connections with you, and your influence may have pushed me to the FWA Championship, but come on, G, you know as well as I do that even if that IS true, I am, and was, the best in the world before I won the FWA Championship, throughout my entire run as Champion, and still am to this day. Some have billed this match as teacher versus student, but I disagree. You had NOTHING to do with my ability. NOTHING. I had all of that long before I met you, and continued to evolve in my skill all along my entire career, and that has nothing to do with you, whether you want to admit that or not. My Championship defences had NOTHING to do with you. I win matches all on my own, G-Rich has nothing to do with that. The only thing you may have taught me, G-Rich, is how to be deceptive, and evil, most notably when I returned, aligned with you, wearing that black mask, your signature, yielding the steel pipe, in order to take out your rival, Ewan Edwards. But as for ability, that was ALL ME… Do I thank you for helping me out in my early years here? Yes, I do. But understand that I have never NEEDED a stable, or a leader to guide me, that is just the path I chose early on. I have proven that I can do it all. Stables, tag teams, singles, it does not matter. The Idol is more evolved than all of the rest, so what would the point be in relying on others now? This is what YOU have done your entire career though, is it not, G? You have tried to build people up, and claim to be the reason for others success’, only because you can not accomplish anything in the wrestling ring on your own. Are you an accomplished individual? Yes, you are, but in other ways… You are the creator of the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. You are an FWA Hall of Famer. The creator of the Unholy Uprising. You are a former Commissioner. You are the current Crossfire General Manager. This all seems very nice, does it not? But let me put a more TRUTHFUL spin on this for the people, G.

Boudreau slightly grins, somewhat slyly.

BOUDREAU: None of those accomplishments really have much to do with in ring competition, do they? You are nothing more than an authority figure, and always have been. You are not an in-ring competitor. Let us look at your in-ring accomplishments… First of all, most recently, you were the Sole Survivor in the FWA versus UU match, at the third FWA Anniversary Show. Very impressive indeed, I can not argue that, but let us not forget who almost lasted the full distance with you, the last man eliminated before you made Juvenille tap out, ME. You were also involved in arguably the greatest match in FWA history, when you faced and defeated Ewan Edwards in the Pure Wrestling Match at Betrayal 2007. Once again, very impressive, I can not argue that… BUT, something I have to mention, is that you lost to a female, G. You actually TAPPED OUT, to a female. I do not give a damn if it was to Jillian de Silva, the greatest female wrestler of all time, or not. Jillian is a FEMALE. I think that trumps anything you have ever done in the ring, and makes it all meaningless, Rich… And let’s not forget the most forgettable stable in FWA history. Was it even a stable? You know the one I speak of, Rich. The one with, who was it? Hall and Jackson? Was there anybody in that thing with you? That does not matter anymore though, you redeemed yourself with that travesty, by creating the Uprising later on… Now, continuing on with your in-ring accomplishments, let us look at your Championship wins: you claim to be a two time FWA Champion. That is true. But, the details reveal the truth, G. It sounds very nice when you just lay it out as being a two time Champion, but details are what is important. Your first reign was for approximately only two weeks, and you lost it to the man you defeated for it, so that shows that it was a fluke right there. And your second reign was an absolute joke, even you know that. A disgusting display, that makes me sick even to this day… Your worst action, in your entire career, in my opinion, G. You handed the FWA Championship to Ryan Hall. Yet again, you try and make another career; the only thing you are able to do. And you hand Hall the title, because that is the only way he could win it, after being trampled by Sean Kelleher time and time again… And of course, there was your Tag Title reign, which I have already reviewed. And, that is about it… So next to me, G, you are nothing, just like every other man who has stepped up to the plate. An inferior individual, when it comes right down to it. My first FWA title reign was with the North American Championship, and I SET A RECORD with it. Then our Tag Title reign, then of course, as everybody knows and will know forever, the largest and most significant accomplishment out of anybody in the history of this organization, I won the FWA Championship, the most prized title in wrestling, and held it longer than anybody ever has. Hell, let’s face facts: I was not even defeated for it. I hold the record Championship defences at eleven, I am undefeated at Back in Business, I have put on the best performance the past three years straight. I have been number one on the Power 20 more than anybody, at thirty three times. I am the first ever FWA Triple Crown Champion. And even before I entered the FWA, I was making history. I was undefeated for thirteen months, and held the HWF Championship for just as long, setting a record. And then, I came here, and beat my OWN record. I have worked my way up from the bottom of the roster, to the very top, and STAYED there. I was handed NOTHING. The story of my life is what movies are based on. But what about you, G? did you climb from the bottom? NO. Of course not. You have not had to pay any dues in your career, due to your riches. But in the end, this will only be another weakness. You CAN NOT MATCH UP TO ME. I have done it all, G-Rich. Well, except for one thing. There is one more thing to do, THEN I will have done IT ALL… I need to wrestle, and DEFEAT you. Yes, this will be very competitive, but the fact of the matter is that I am above and beyond. Want more proof?: You had to retire from wrestling due to a shoulder injury, and I stayed here for over a YEAR, DYING of illness, and I managed to retain my title every damned time I was required to. Your physical capabilities are obviously nowhere near mine. Not only do you show signs of weakness physically, but you show your weakness mentally and emotionally as well. Most significantly, and obviously, is the fact that you could not come and visit ME, your friend, while I was in the hospital, because you could not bare to witness me sick, and dying… Such weakness, G… Such weakness… And as for intellectual ability, once again, you are outmatched. I am the smartest, most calculating, and most precise individual that the world of wrestling has ever seen, not only in the ring, but out of the ring, as well. You stand no chance, my friend… And I WILL do anything it takes to defeat you, friend or not. Just ask Rocky Creed what I will do to win an important match. Or better yet, why don’t you go and review our match at Back in Business V, Rich. Watch it closely. Watch how I target the knee of Creed, for specific, and calculating purpose. I will do the same to you, friend. I know where your weaknesses are, and I will exploit them like nobody ever has… This is your warning… I WILL defeat the true God of the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. The God, the creator, will be toppled by the Titan, the Idol.

Boudreau pauses and smirks, and noticeably takes in a large breathe, then exhales. Again, the Idol looks to the sun, then returns to the camera.

BOUDREAU: Rich, you may be the creator, and you may have controlled things years ago, but that has all changed. I AM the person who controls everything now. Any person I TOUCH in the wrestling ring, has basically given their SOULS, to The Idol Matt Boudreau. Their futures belong to ME. Any man who ever challenged me for the FWA Championship, had basically signed their name over for ME to control, in any way I saw fit. Just ask Rocky Creed, a man strung along for nine months, only to appease my purposes. Just ask Darnell Porter, a man fooled and swerved like nobody has ever been before in the FWA. Hell, that swerve not only affected him, but it affected the entire FWA, and the entire wrestling world. THAT is the influence I have, G. BOTH of those men, Fight Night’s current number one contenders, are men who I chose to take along for a surprising, and SHOCKING, ride. And none of them ever saw coming what I had planned. And what do you control in the present time period, G? You can not even control the brand that you are the General Manager of, Crossfire. You can not even do your job! You are not the man I once looked up to. You have changed, for the worse… You have passed your prime, and it is sometimes simply sad to see you on that show. The G-Rich I used to know, would never have let anything happen, like is going on over there. Look what just happened to one of your largest draws, one half of the Tag Team Champions, Mike Curtis. Look at all of the chaos that Cursed Bloodline has caused. What is next, G? I have a feeling you will not be able to handle ANYthing, after your loss to me. You will finally realize what I realized not too long ago: You are no longer in control of your own destiny. I AM. The Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, is no longer yours. And no, it is not Matthew Robinson’s either. This place, is MINE, and it will be until I walk out of that arena, on September 12 2010, victorious in the biggest match that anybody has ever seen. Until that instance, the FWA belongs to The Idol, Matt Boudreau. Even after I leave, my presence will still linger on, and NEVER EVER be forgotten… Idol’s are usually known as false Gods, or false prophets, but I have redefined the term ‘Idol’, during my existence here in the FWA. I have gone above and beyond everything that was ever expected of me. Nobody can argue this. It is finally agreed upon. For my entire career, my ENTIRE time in the FWA, I have been trying to prove myself as the very best that there has ever been. It has taken over four years, but now, it is finally known. Finally… I take much peace in this…

Once more; a large inhale, and a long exhale, with eyes closed.

BOUDREAU: You are trying your best though, I know, G. And I do appreciate that. If it were not for you, who knows what would have happened that night on Crossfire when Alexza and I were taken advantage of by Cursed Bloodline. I was an extremely bad way that night. I never expected anything like that to happen. You saved me there, Rich, and I thank you for that. If you had not, we probably would not have been able to have this match, due to what Wolf and St. Clair would have done. But of course, this match NEEDS to happen, so you were ‘sent’ to make sure it DOES happen…

Once again, Boudreau turns his back to the camera. This time, he walks along the shoreline of the beach, the waves every now and then splashing up on his feet. The setting sun shines down, and seems to bounce relfecting rays in all different directions off of the ocean. This creates a burst of multicolour, as the oceans mist passes through the sun as the waves splash on the sand of the shoreline… The scene fades to black…
It fades back in, and Boudreau is at the very end of the shoreline. It ends abruptly, due to the fact that there is a very large natural wall of boulders and rocks there, with multicolour. The multicoloured flowers growing out of the cracks. The rocks lead to the top of a grassy hill. The sun is getting much closer to the line of the horizon now. It will soon be out of sight… Boudreau turns to the camera, and speaks.

BOUDREAU: The Indellacy… the means to my end on this planet… And I would have it no other way. What do I mean by this? Allow me to explain. My entire career, I have trained in nature. I have spent as much time in nature as possible. When I speak to you all, it is usually from a place of serene beauty. Why? Because nature is truth. It is not human-made, it is all real, and life-filled. And as I deliver truth with my words and language, it feels ‘right’ to be surrounded by the truth that nature provides…

The Idol looks all around him.

BOUDREAU: When I was contracted this disease, I was in one of the most beautiful and truthful places I have ever been to, in Guadeloupe. And I would have had it no other way, now that the experience of the Indellacy is nearing its end. I have seen things from more perspectives than I ever thought possible. I have had many epiphanies, revelations, and realizations along the way. Was it painful? Yes; extremely. But it was worth is, as I have learned so much. I have learned more in the past year than I have in my previous years of life, combined. And now, that I have accepted it all, I see the true beauty in all of this: In my life, and how it has played out. People say nothing is perfect. I disagree. My life, has been, and still is, PERFECT. I regret nothing. I would have changed nothing. Acceptance… it is crucial. And people NEED to accept that this disease will not plague me in the match with G-Rich. Yes, it is true, that I have been in hospital a lot recently, but this only helped me to gain my strength for this match. I have new medications that will allow me to wrestle this match without fear of an attack, or even dying in the ring, due to the overwhelming fatigue that it is sure to cause. I am going to be fine, and no matter what anybody out there believes, especially G-Rich, this disease will not be an issue, at all. If anything, it will aid me in the match, just as it has for the last six months or more in matches. It will aid me because of my experience dealing with excruciating pain, inside and out. It has toughened me, mentally and physically. The days of losing matches and succumbing to the Indellacy are LONG past. This is not the fall of 2009. I have learned how to deal. The Indellacy has made me stronger than ever in mind, body, and soul, yet, it all seems too strange, that it will also, in time, after the match, be the cause of my death…

Boudreau looks at the sun, the nods up and down.

BOUDREAU: The time has come… We are almost there…

The Idol turns from the camera, and begins to ascend the rocks and boulders. The sun is almost set, meaning it is starting to get dark, and stars can be seen in the clear sky. The camera zooms out, such that the entire mound of boulder and rocks can now be seen, as Boudreau scales them. Strangely enough, the rocks formation seems to resemble the facial features and head, of Matt Boudreau… The scene fades to black…
When it fades back in, Matt Boudreau is walking through more of the tall grass that was seen before. Of course, he is on a path, headed towards a specific destination. He continues walking, looking up at what is now the night sky, as the sun is fully set. The moon provides the lighting now, as do the stars. Soon enough, Matt Boudreau comes to an opening. It is the end of the path. He is here.
There are four torches around what appears to be a large hot spring, as there is steam coming off of it. The ground around the spring resembles hardened lava, as it is a very dark red color, and appears as if it had been flowing somewhere, long ago. The water in the spring, is very blue, even in the darkness, and as the light of the torches radiates over it, the blueness seems to intensify. Alexza is here as well, wearing a pair of tight faded blue jeans, and a navy blue hoody. She is sitting on the ground, staring at the spring. When she realizes Boudreau is there, she gets up, and goes over to him. She hugs him when she arrives, and he hugs her back. The Idol, Matt Boudreau turns around, standing in front of the spring, and the four burning torches, and prepares his final words, for all who are viewing.

BOUDREAU: … I have spoken of a series of steps for months and months now. I have laid them all out in front of you. And now, the time has finally arrived. The final step of my destiny, culminates, on Sunday September 12 2010. I have been waiting, patiently. For four and a half years, I have been telling you ALL to prepare for the experience of a lifetime. I have made it my last words, in the majority of the things I say. I always leave on that note. And now, the preparation is finally over. Destiny has called G-Rich and I, and now, we are answering. I have known subliminally all along. It has been revealed to me. Even in February, I mentioned the possibility of your return, and said if it ever happened, it would only be a one-on-one match, with somebody you has never faced before. And well, here we are, Rich. Here, we, are. G-Rich, I want to say something to you. And I want you to know that it is one hundred percent honesty, and TRUTH. You NEED to believe that… You made the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance for one reason, and one reason only. And that reason, was so I could come here, and then everything that needed to happen, happened. Our feud, our friendship, your injury, my dominance. It has all been mapped out and predetermined, ALL FOR THIS ONE MATCH. All paths have led us here, G. This is it. This is our purpose. We have been connected by the cosmos since the beginning, so we can put on the greatest match that anybody has ever seen. And as soon as that match ends, that connection will cease to exist. We will never be forgotten for what we are going to do out there, Rich. We are going to be etched into the minds of wrestling fans, planet-wide, FOREVER. I get chills saying those words right now.

Alexza nods, in agreement.

ALEXZA: I’ve got goosebumps too, baby.

Suddenly, the spring begins to bubble, and make a slight rumbling noise. Alexza looks back to it, but Boudreau continues staring in to the camera, and continues on.

BOUDREAU: I have created things that people have never seen before. That is fact. The two most prominent of which, were at the previous two Back in Business events. My performance against Ryan Hall will go down as one of the best, ever. My performance against Rocky Creed will do the exact same. But THIS, everybody, is going to top even that. I promise it. And a Matt Boudreau promise, is as solid as it gets. Hall and Creed were simply stepping stones to greater heights. But nothing gets larger than this, does it, G? This match will top EVERYthing I have ever done, for many reasons, but this one is major: G-Rich, you will have the same mind frame going in to this thing, will you not? In my other great performances, my opponents could not keep up with me. But you, G, you will SURELY be able to keep pace with The Idol. You will STEP up, like nobody else ever could against me. THAT is what will make this so special, and so spectacular. We are set for the best match ever. But as for the winner, my friend, that has been predetermined just like everything else. And a huge difference between you and I, Rich, is that I am able to SEE this outcome. I have seen it all along. Nothing I have said, has been false. No prophecy I have laid out, has come up short, or been meaningless. And just as I said before, The Idol will be victorious. There is no other way. It just, simply can not happen.

The spring shoots some water up, about four feet or so, which surprises Alexza. Boudreau grins.

BOUDREAU: Everything has a climax, G. Everything. Whether it be a novel, a person’s life, a movie, or anything else you can think of, it all builds up to one huge event. The peak. Well, this match, G, will be your creation’s peak. The climax of the FWA is here. Matt Boudreau versus G-Rich, is going to be an explosion that changes the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, forever.

At the sound of the last word, the spring explodes, shooting water high up in to the air, which of course, eventually comes falling down, all around the both of them. The torches go out, due to the water that is coming down. Then, something unexplainable happens, but is not very surprising, actually. The water that is bursting out of the spring, somehow changes to multicolour. The multicoloured water raining down all around Boudreau and Alexza produces quite a scene. A fitting scene, for the last one Matt Boudreau will ever be in…

BOUDREAU: My VERY FIRST words in the FWA were voiced on December 31 2005, and aired for the world on January 4 2006. They were exactly as follows: “Every one of you fans should be on your hands and knees thanking me.” That was my first sentence in this company. Very arrogant… Very conceited.

Alexza holds Boudreau’s hand.

BOUDREAU: I certainly have changed a lot in four and a half years. Back then, I never would have thought I would grow in to the man I am today, but here I am. I have done well… I find it very fitting that those WERE my first words here though, because my last words, and my last actions, will be the COMPLETE OPPOSITE.

Boudreau gently relinquishes his hand from Alexza’s. He then gets down on his knees, and bows to the camera. The multicoloured water continues to pour out, and down.

BOUDREAU: Thank you… Each and every one of you, for the support and appreciation you have shown me over the years.

He stands back up, and holds Alexza’s hand.

BOUDREAU: And G-Rich: It has been more than an honour. THANK YOU for bringing me back, thank you for allowing me to shine during the days of the Unholy Uprising, and thank you for this match. It is a dream come true. I have everything that I have ever wanted, now that Alexza is healthily pregnant, and now that I am at peace with my life, and now that I am about to have this match… This match is my dying wish. And I am not only wrestling my final match against my best friend, I am wrestling my final match, against my brother. That is what you are to me, G. You ARE my BROTHER, and always will be… The Era of Experience officially ended on July 16 2010, when I relinquished the FWA Championship, after my final match on Fight Night. But laying down the Championship, was not the end of my career. It is now time for the Encore, and as you all know, the Encore is always much more spectacular, than anything that came before it... Ladies and Gentlemen, finally, after four and a half years, The Experience of a Lifetime, IS HERE.

Alexza, and The Idol Matt Boudreau, grin to the camera for the last time. They turn around, and walk toward the spring. As they do, the water that is bursting out gets heavier and heavier. Soon enough, Boudreau and Alexza can not be seen, due to the rate at which the water is spouting out. All that can be seen is a sea of multicolour… … It begins to ease up… it gets slower… and slower… until it stops completely. The spring is now empty, revealing a large hole in the earth. The four burnt out torches remain standing… Alexza, and Matt Boudreau, are nowhere to be seen…

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**Minstrel of Chaos** · 09-12-2010, 04:22 AM

No More Chances

The sky seems dotted with blackened clouds, as water falls upon the earth below it. The water falls upon a slowly dying tree and the parched grass below. The water ricochets of tombstones and mausoleums in a silent cemetery. The shines dimly upon this hallowed ground, illuminating and creating shadows from the various objects blocking its paths. From behind the tree walks Michael, looking remorsefully at the sky above. He steps forward and sits, leaning up against a tombstone. He pulls out a bottle of gin and leans it against the headstone. He then begins to speak in a calm, emotionless tone.

Servin: Hello again. I haven't visited in awhile, but seeing as you never really noticed me before, I can only assume you wouldn't have cared enough now to make a difference. I have accomplished what you said I never could. I made a life for myself, and a name. I have a wonderful woman, just like you did, before I took her away. I regret that it was me, and it was completely unintentional, but I'm sure you never would see it that way. You only saw me as a stupid wretch of a child, not fit to breathe the air that was so graciously gifted to me by your lover's sacrifice. It honestly pains me that you couldn't see me the way she did, and wished you to. Remorse and regret are powerful forces. They make us think the things we do are correct, and that there is nothing to be ashamed of in committing unspeakable acts. Alcohol is just another vice that encourages that philosophy, but you saw it as a way to escape the pain I brought into the world with my single action. I never realized how much pain I brought you, but losing Karolina would probably drive me to the same action. I know people often say that they won't be like their parents when they grow up, but that is far easier said than done, father.

He leans to the side a bit, revealing the name of Jeffery Gabriel. Michael just picks up the bottle of gin, and presents it reverently to the stone, as if it were a person.

Servin: I brought you your favorite. Thought you'd probably be thirsty wherever you were. I just wanted to know what it felt like once, celebrating something with my father, rather than the tired old game we used to play. You never appreciated anything I did to try and please you. Even in death, you mocked me by trying to force your funeral bills on me. My new dad taught me to forgive and move on, but never forget. I never forgot any of the beatings, the starvation treatments, the yelling, or even the times of being ignored. I never forgot them, but I forgave them, because I thought I understood. I can truly say I do at least have a vague idea now. Someone is trying to ruin my happiness, like you did once. He is trying to do what I did to you, but consciously. I did it unintentionally, but you saw it as a mockery of what things were supposed to be like. I guess I just want to bury my past with you, and try to remember something good we did together. I just can't remember any one time we enjoyed a single moment in the others presence. They say though, a child will still love their parents, even to some degree, no matter what the parent puts them through. If there is one thing I am thankful to you for, it is the fact that you instilled in me a will to do the right thing. To never give up, no matter how bleak a situation is. To persevere even in the face of impossibility. I thank you for that, and this bottle is a token of that thanks.

Servin places the bottle, and pulls a shot glass from his coat pocket. He places both upon the the cold stone, and begins to step over to the next grave. This one is marked as a stone for May Gabriel. This grave, unlike the last, has flowers, and other trinkets upon it. A single faded picture rests upon it, of a woman smiling as she rubs her large belly. Servin lets a tear fall from his watery brown eyes, as it falls upon the marble stone. He kneels in front of the stone, crossing himself, kissing his fingers, and placing those fingers upon the stone. His voice is filled with a bittersweet joy as he speaks to the grave.

Servin- Hello again, mom. I'm here for my monthly visit. I know I never got to meet you, but I am proud to be your son. I always try to see the good in people, like you always did. Your smile still gives me hope, like it always has. I just wanted you to know that Karolina is doing okay, though she worries for me often. She is a phenomenal woman, just like you were. She keeps me from going to far, and I see you in her smile. I've made her cry too much of late, with the way I've acted and spoke. I never try to hurt her, but I think she takes it that way sometimes. I have to face one of her demons this week. I am trying my hardest to free her from that darkness, but it is a lot harder than I ever anticipated. I fear at times that I fall short as her protector. Then I remember what I am fighting for, and that fills me with the strength to barrel through. I just hope that I do you proud, because of what I took from you. I took away the happiness of father when I was born, by claiming your life. Karolina told me that what happened in the past should be let go, and I am here to say that I finally have. I have made peace with what I have done, and the consequences that once loomed over me like the clouds that now do. I accept the rain of memories, and they are just that now. Rain can only hurt you if you let yourself drown in it. I will not be held a prisoner of my past any longer. Boudreau taught me that when I faced him, and Karolina only strengthened that conclusion. I now know what I must do to make a difference, and I will put my heart to that. It is the least I can do for those who have waited so long to witness me rise. It is the least I can do to make you proud.

He stands up, and pulls a single silver ring from his coat pocket. He places it gently upon the stone, and leaves his hand lingering for a moment before stating in a loving voice.

Servin- Hold on to this for me mom. When I finish my task, I'll come back and make you even happier.

Servin steps away, and then starts walking toward the dying tree he stepped from behind earlier. He looks to the darkening sky, and smiles. His next words are spoken in a cold calculating manner.

Servin: Jack Severino. How long have we been at this? How long have we stared each other down from in and out of the ring? How many times have you abused the women who might have cared for you, or at the very least try to help? How many times have you turned away from being saved from yourself? Well let me tell you this first.

Servin leans forward, his brown eyes staring callously forward. His posture screams nonchalance as he enunciates each word.

Servin: There. Are. No. More. Second. Chances.

He leans back once more, his expression fading to no emotion once more.

Servin: There is no more mercy that I will show you. There will be quarter given to the likes of scum such as yourself. Anyone or thing allied with you will receive the same treatment I present to you. That goes for that harlot of a woman you parade around the ring at current. Yes Nathalie. You are nothing more than a harlot. You whore yourself out to Jack, but I ask how long it will be before Jack turns his frustrations upon you? How long before he places a collar around your neck? Will it be after I leave him humbled in the ring? Or when he fails to obtain his precious World Title once more? Or has he already done it? If the last is true, then you truly are sick. I'd compare you to Jillian, but I respect her far more than to sling an elephant's defecation upon her good name. She deserves far better than you ever will. What you deserve is nothing. Less than nothing. You sell your body to the devil, hoping to bask in the twisted glory that he spouts as his own deformed truth. Guess I should just start calling you Lilith, huh? How much was your soul worth Nathalie? Did you enjoy tormenting a girl who had scars so easily attacked? Does preying on the unsuspecting give you a feeling of empowerment? If that's true, then maybe Jack has found his true lover here in the FWA. The thing is though, he'll toss you like a used sheet of toilet paper the minute Gabrielle or Karolina shows the opportunity to be taken again. You're nothing more than a cheap thrill to him. He thinks in his twisted mind, that by having you by his side, he can make Gabby and Karolina jealous. He thinks they enjoy being property, just like you seem to be doing. How long will your heart last when he tosses you to the side in favor of a new toy?

Servin then leans forward once more, as the rain begins to pour down heavier. He speaks in a low tone.

Servin: Not long until you find out on either account.

Servin leans back once more, and looks to the sky. His clothes have already become soaked. As he turns his head to the side, Karolina steps from behind the tree, and opens an umbrella above him. She just smiles gracefully at him, and kisses his lips tenderly. Michael pulls away, and looks forward once more.

Servin: And as to the King of Anarchy, Jack Severino. How does it feel to be so alone? To know that every time you reach out for love from the ones you want, your hand is swatted away? That they hold you in the highest contempt, and would rather die than spend a single moment with you? That they see you for the virus you are? You call yourself a king. That's just a petty cry for attention. It's all you ever wanted in this life was for people to notice you. To see you for the greatness you believe yourself to be. You call what you want anarchy, but what you truly want is a monarchy. An FWA ruled only by you. So that your every desire and whim must be fulfilled. You want the world to be served to you on a silver platter, and you want it three minutes ago. People have a name for conditions like that. Megalomania, or as a more common term in your case, whiny brat. We're both children in the grand scheme of things Jack. We both had hard times, and we both fought in our own ways. The difference is how we chose to be after those confrontations. I chose the path of the selfless, while you chose the path of the selfish. I chose to make others lives easier and share their burden with them. I took it upon myself to help shoulder the weight of their worlds. You chose to add to others problems. To take what they needed to get by on. You became greedy, and hoarded all of your wealth to yourself. And that is exactly why you'll lose against me Jack.

Michael places his arm around the waist of Karolina and pulls her closer to him. She just rests her head, comfortably, on his shoulder. Her eyes gain a peaceful quality as she listens intently upon his words.

Servin: I will admit that in the past you would have beaten me Jack. Without even batting an eye, you would have crushed me beneath the weight of your experience. But in the time, I have gained the strength you have squandered. By bearing the burdens of others and my own, I have learned to move with that weight. I have understood suffering, pain, agony, remorse, and regret to degrees you never will. I have learned to fight back those feelings of hopelessness and despair that come with fighting impossible odds. I know what it takes to survive. You on the other hand don't. You crack under the slightest pressure, and fracture at the smallest of blows. I have now gained what you once held, experience. And the difference now, is that not only is every fan in that crowd going to be chanting my name, and fueling my desire to win. I no longer am burdened by my past. A weight has been lifted from my shoulders that I have carried for decades. I am now of clear conscience and mind, while yours are now filled with doubt and insecurity. I will show no hesitation like I did once before. I let you slip by once before, and my love paid the price for that act of mercy. I won't fall for your lies any longer. Your lies may have injured my heart, but you left my brain time to think of my own self inflicted penalties. So enough with your petty delusions of grandeur, Jack. Enough with endless rhetoric about how evil or depraved you are. I'm going to do what should have been done when we first met. I'm going to do what no person has seem to be able to. I am going to end your reign of arrogance. I can see everything reflected in your eyes now Jack, because they were once mine. Unlike you though, I chose to live on. You chose the fate of our feud, Jack.

Michael reaches behind the tree behind him and pulls out a head stone. On it reads 'Here lies Jack's Immortal Soul. A man tormented by his own paranoia and greed for control. A Paper King of the Playground. May you rest in the peace you gave others. None.' He slams this stone in front of him and kneels behind it.

Servin: You died. I know right now that fear is beginning to well up inside you Jack. Fear of the uncertainty you feel about facing me. I'm not the Michael you tormented when this started in the Phoenix Lounge. I'm not the same Michael you placed in a coma to teach a lesson. I'm not the Michael that stood beside Karolina as you were betrayed by Gabrielle once again. I'm not even the Michael who couldn't stop fearing that you were around every corner to torment Karolina. I'm something totally new, and that makes you freeze in apprehension. This isn't what you built to, not the effect your mind games were supposed to have. This wasn't what was meant to happen. I was supposed to be weak, angry, vulnerable, and pathetic. I was just another piece of garbage underfoot. Barely worth note. Where could I possibly gain this calculating view? This will to defy you? This insight into your mind? I'll tell you.

Karolina steps behind Servin, and kiss his cheek. She then turns forward and smiles.

Servin: I gained it because I gained what you never could and never will. Someone to cherish more than myself. To nearly lose someone so dear to my heart. Ironically, you made me stronger by attacking my love. You made me realize just how much it would cost inside to lose her. How much it tear me up inside. I would trade any title shot for her happiness. Any glory just to see her smile. You could never put others before yourself, and that made you forget how much drive it gives you to put another person's happiness before your own. She means the world to me Jack. Just like Gabrielle once meant to you. You chose, on the other hand, to become the diamond you once called yourself. You were cracked though, and that made you flawed. You failed to keep your prized possession, because you thought she was just another gem like you. No heart or soul to speak of. At this point, I'd bet Stu St. Clair is more humane than you. At least he knows that Jenny has her own mind. In the end though, a flawed diamond is as easily shattered as glass under pressure and heat. Make no mistake Jack, as that is exactly what I'll bring to that ring for you. I will see you shattered into infinite shards of the nothingness that you are composed of. I don't need to deny your Destiny, Jack.

Michael stands up and pulls the mask he gave Jack the week previous.

Servin: You've done a fine job of that yourself.

He smiles and then throws the mask, obscuring himself and Karolina for a moment. When they could visually be seen once more, all that remains in the tombstone for Jack. A disembodied voice of Servin can be heard echoing as the screen fades.

Servin: Who's scared now, Jack?

**iMatt** · 09-12-2010, 05:24 AM

Inside the office of Drew Jolson....

Drew Jolson stands with the FWA World Championship around his waist. He wears a business suit and looks dead into the camera. The office is well furnished as usual and a posted for RWB hangs in the background. He clasps his hands together as the fans boo him.

Drew: Ladies and gentlemen of Fight Night and the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, this is your FWA World Champion, Drew Jolson speaking.

Heavier boos from the crowd.

Drew: You all mock me, taunt me, boo me and disrespect me but all you are truly doing is denying the prestige of myself and the title I hold. The most coveted title in the business! The FWA World Championship is a title men have sweat, cried and bleed over and it now rest firmly around my waist. I became the champion and then retained it against a living legend in eXcellence and then I retained against a man who sees himself as some sort of deity. To suggest that I am anything less than one of the greatest FWA World Champions is absurd! And I will prove why at Red, White and Bruised.

Drew points to the Red, White and Bruised poster behind him.

Drew: Matt Boudreau. He is without a doubt the greatest FWA World Champion in history. I'd be a fool to try and say at my current state I was better than him. I don't have delusions of grandeur. I just tell it how it is. And while I may not be as great as say a Boudreau, I can say with a lot of confidence that I am a far superior champion to Rocky Creed and Darnell Porter. You see unlike Darnell I actually held my title more than three weeks and I have managed to retain the title twice! Darnell was a bigger flop than Macgruber!

Drew walks in the office and then looks in the mirror admiring the title belt around his waist.

Drew: Rocky Creed? Rocky Creed has tired time and time again at glory but he never has been able to really capture it since his TV title run. Everyone and their mothers know Rocky wants the world title more than anything and yet after years of trying and suffering to climb to the top in basically just one night I did what he hasn't been able to do his entire career! I'm sure he's just seething with jealousy at my success. Not that I blame him, even if one day in the distant future he ever did manage to become world champion he's never be able to surpass my greatness!

Drew looks back into the camera.

Drew: I will defeat these two in the ring at Red, white and Bruised and continue my reign as FWA World Champion! Nobody ever saw me as a challenge or a threat but all of that has changed. Fight Night is my domain now, I can decide who fights me, when they fight me, and the stipulation! I have near absolute power and on top of it all I am the most powerful wrestler by sheer default! So I dare Creed and Porter to bring me everything they've got, I will survive and continue my rule over each and every last wrestler within my grasp! This has been your FWA World Champion, signing off.

Drew smiles as the camera zooms out and fades to black.

**iMatt** · 09-12-2010, 01:45 PM

Outside the Wachovia bank headquarters in Charlotte, North Carolina.....

Thomas Princeton pulls up in a service limo, the limo driver opens the door for him and Tom steps out. Tom wears his usual business attire with a green tie, he hands the limo driver a $50 tip.

Tom: I should be done here shortly, when I call you to be ready I want you out by the front door in less than five minutes. Understood?

The limo driver shakes his head "yes".

Tom: Good.

Tom pushes past the limo driver and walks inside the offices of Wachovia bank...

Inside Wachovia Bank HQ...

Tom's shoes click with the marble floor of the building as he walks to the front desk. The security officer looks at Tom as he approaches him.

Tom: I'm here to talk to Walter Ingles.

Inside the office of Walter Ingles...

Thomas Princeton enters the office of Walter Ignles the office looks pretty standard nothing out of the ordinary except for a straight shot putting green game. Walter currently stands with a putter practicing. He sees Tom and smiles.

Walter: Hello Mr. Princeton.

Walter puts the golf ball and it misses the hole. He sighs then puts down his putter to talk to Tom.

Walter: What can I do for you?

Tom: Well Walt tomorrow I'll be wrestling in the arena your little company owns. The Wachovia center in Philly.

Walter: Oh yeah, you're doing the wrestling thing now. Wow guess its been a long time since we've talked. I'd hardly call our company little though.

Tom takes the golf club from Walter's hand.

Tom: Check FWA.com later tonight, you'll know what I mean by little.

Walter: You came all the way up here to tell me that?

Tom: Aja has family in Winston-Salem, it wasn't too out of the way.

Tom puts the golf ball perfectly into the hole. Then hands Walter back the putter as he exits.

Inside the Wachovia Center's arena....

The ring is set and the crowd is cheering as "The Orange Man" plays over the speakers the fans quickly begin to boo. Thomas Princeton enters wearing his business attire but this time wearing an American flag tie with bald eagle cuff links. He walks with confidence into the ring and asks for a microphone. He is given one and then begins to speak over the boos.

Tom: Hello Philadelphia! The city of brotherly fornication-- I mean love. LOVE! That is what you guys and I meant right?

The crowd boos heavily at Tom. Tom chuckles and then speaks into the mic.

Tom: Oh come on subordinates you knew I had to take a jab at your urine scented city! I just want to make sure you all are listening, and not dazing me out thinking about how you'll be able to buy toilet paper now that you've bought tickets to this show. I on the other hand could afford to wipe myself with $100 dollar bills. So if you ever have the privilege of working for me and I give you a $50 tip know that I don't even think you'd be worthy of wiping my ass! So please people stay with me for a while, I know that require more gray matter than you are used to using, but trust me it will be worth the effort. What else were you going to do? Watch a dark match? I'm sure you'll live with this slight delay.

Tom begins to walk around the ring, a smug look on his face.

Tom: See tonight I Thomas Princeton will battle Adrian Wolf for the North American title. Now Wolfie and I have met on several occasions in the ring, sometimes I've won, sometimes he's managed to cheat and get the better of me. So I can tell that it will be an interesting match tonight. However tonight will be when I take the North American title and Wolf becomes the former champion. Tonight is the night I finally start my rightful reign as the champion of America! I say champion of America because that is how I want each and every last one of you to see me as. The champion of America. In America today we need someone who can unite everyone, someone who everyone can look up to. White, brown or black. Christian, Jew, Muslim or non-believer. Republican or Democrat. I will be your leader, your beacon of all things right in the world! Me! So I do not want to be called simply North American champion,I want to be the Champion of America!

Adrian Wolf could never represent what I can. He's not right in the head, he lacks the sanity needed to be someone a child could hang a poster of. With his ugly ass hairy body and his weirdly shaped head. He's unmarketable, he's crazy, he's unpredictable and he's not a man. Yes that's right Wolf isn't a man! If you pulled down his pants right now you wouldn't even have to censor the screens because there would be nothing to show. Wolf doesn't have balls, let alone a penis! To even suggest Wolf had a vagina would be an insult to women, because even vaginas get stuff done on their own! Wolf thinks he's all tough cause he takes whey protein shakes, and teamed with his bad ass evil brother! "Oh slay me!" Please! Wolf is a punk! He's not a man! He has his woman handle all his fights for him or Nameless!

Nameless! What a joke that guy is, I was THIS close to winning the North American title and then Nameless stole it away from me! I don't know when Wolf's balls fell off but they must have been so small nobody heard them hit the floor. Maybe not even Wolf himself. Let me ask you men in the audience, and butch lesbians you can join in this hypothetical survey as well. Would you want some dude who hits your wife handling your fights? Now maybe I'm just old fashioned but when someone lays a hand on my woman its time to defend her honor. But to defend someone's honor you have to be brave and bold, something Wolf seriously lacks.

I mean he let this dude beat his wife up and he did nothing except give him a stern warning! What the hell is that Bush and Obama with banks? Oh mental note have to go back to the bank topic later. You subordinates will like that, trust me on that one. So Nameless beats up the beautiful and busty Sara Wolf and Adrian Wolf doesn't retaliate, and I think I know why Wolf backed off. Wolf is afraid of Nameless, Nameless has something on ol' Adrian that he either doesn't want out, or he simply doesn't want his ass kicked by a guy without a name. So instead of growing a pair and taking on this Nameless character his wife has to stand up for herself and so at this very Pay-Per-View she will take on Nameless because Wolf is too scared to do it himself! Does that sound like a champion of America? Does that sound like a North American champion? Doesn't sound like it to me. I like my champions to be fighters, and I will be a fighter. I fear no man, no spirit, no army and no country. What a perfect case for me to be North American champion, I'm a one man army!

Tom loosen the buttons of his business blazer and continues to walk around the ring.

Tom: But it takes more than campaigning to become the North American champion. You actually have to win the match, and I understand that. I just hope that Nameless doesn't interfere, but I'm pretty confident Sara Wolf will be able to handle him, keep him at bay from the ring. There is also the fact that Wolf could simply disqualify himself to keep the title like Drew Jolson did or Wolf did himself at Back in Business back when Anthony Jackson was still relevant. Yes wolf you got rid of Jackson with that weak crap, but I'm still here aren't I? And I'll be here tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and the week after that, and the month after that and the year after that! You can't get rid of me so easy! I'm the Champion of America! And your next North American champion!

The crowd boos, Tom points to the Wachovia bank logo hanging in the arena. Illuminated over the arena the titantron also displays what Tom is pointing at.

Tom: See that? That's the logo for Wachovia. Wachovia in a sense owns this arena, like Wolf in a sense owns the North American title. You see though, its all a sham. Wachovia doesn't have the money to sustain itself, it hasn't since 2008 when the financial crisis hit. Wachovia was bought out by Wells Fargo and ever since then Wachovia has been the bitch of Wells Fargo! But the FWA is not like the banking world, we don't do buyouts here. When I take over the North American title Wolf will not still get to hold the title and hold his head up high. No, no it will only be me your champion! I will be the sole holder of the title and I shall be the sole champion of America! Wolf will only get to look at me, wishing that he could be champion again. And he won't be, not as long as I hold the title. Beating Wolf is not an unknown accomplishment for me, I've done it several times and I plan on doing it once more and this time it will be for all the marbles! There is nothing you can do Wolf to stop the inevitable, the truth that must be realized of my superiority!

Tom stands in the middle of the ring.

Tom: There can only be one leader, one voice, one man who represents all that is America, all that is power and that is I the Prince of Darkness! The Paragon of Pestilence! The man who actually has a pair of testicles! The Champion of America your next North American champion! My name is Thomas Charles Princeton...and I'm better than you!

The crowd boos and jeers as Tom grins and exits the ring walking up the entrance ramp as the camera fades to black.

**JJ Smooth** · 09-12-2010, 06:42 PM

It’s dark, a loud rustling hum can be heard but the source of the noise is unknown, scanning through the darkness, you see a dull-lit walkway. Following the walkway, you notice toward the back end of the walk, a small faint lone light on, as you get closer, the light casts a shadow around a familiar silhouette, as the camera nears ever so closer, we see now that the light is from that of a laptop, and the glow from the computer screen has illuminated the face of Cameron Cross. He sitting there meticulously watching frame by frame, a copied DVD of his most recent match on Crossfire with the X-Division Champion, Alexx. Suddenly a ding is heard and a voice calls out…

P.A.- “Ladies and Gentlemen, the fasten seatbelt light has been turned off, but please be advised, when you are seated, we ask that you please do so with the seatbelts on. We’re now at our cruising altitude of 32,000 feet, and we should be arriving in Philadelphia in about 2 hours. Our flight crew will be around offering complimentary beverages and a light snack of your choosing. Once again thank you, and enjoy the rest of your flight with us.”

Cameron, unmoved by the announcement barely blinks as he remains unmoved and fixed on the laptop. He shakes his head briefly and closes the lid of the laptop slightly…

C.C.- “One mistake, that’s all it ever takes. One. In a back and forth fight, one cannot afford to slip, thus risking his opponent taking advantage of that practically fatal gaffe. Yet, I did slip, I stumbled…and lost because of it, not to an opponent that is much greater than myself, as I found out last week, he is but my equal. You and I Alexx, are nothing alike…I’ve said it before, and I’ll continue to beat that damn drum till my arms can’t move an inch. We’re apples and oranges. But for one thing, that gold. That belt, that you currently are in possession of, is the only thing that keeps you and I in the same fight. And oh, what a fight I feel we’re going to have. You and I are just about destined to be doing that for quite some time I feel. Yet, this battle of ours, has a bit of an exception in it now,…one who goes by the name ‘XXX’. Hmmm…familiar isn’t it? That’s right, it’s the one with the guy who does all the insane stunts, then has to be relied upon by the government to kick-ass all over the planet. Yeah, I didn’t think it was good either…but hey, at least the FWA got Vin Diesel out of the whole thing..or did they get Ice Cube? Well…which is it? Ohh never mind, too damn confusing if you ask me. So from now on Trips, how bout I just call you Vin? So tonight, Red White and Bruised, we’ve got Alexx, and Vin, and myself a Triple Threat Match, for the X-Division Championship. Interesting indeed.”

Cameron shakes his head opens the laptop back up…rewinds the DVD to Alexx’s entrance to the match, and pauses…

“Alexx, or Lady GuyGuy, you may have got the first fight, but you didn’t knock me out, didn’t kill me, see you just made me stronger? Wondering how you are…well I’ll tell you…See not only have I scouted you, I’ve now actually faced you. I now KNOW I can beat you. And you know Alexx, deep inside your soul, that I’m right. You KNOW it’s only been a matter of time before it came to this. See, I may not have been right in EVERYTHING I’ve said to this point, but I got the MAIN point dead-on accurate. It’s been spoken of, prophesized, and now it’s here. Just a damn shame Vin here has to be a damn party crasher. Ohh…and speaking of Vin, don’t worry Alexx, I’ll get back to you in a minute…”

Cameron once again rewinds the DVD back to XXX’s match with Michael Servin…

“Vin, my man…I GOTTA know…what's your inspiration?!? What motivates you? You’ve got a butler, for now, we’ll call him Alfred, you’re filthy rich, or so you claim, you’ve got a lineage that you tout time and time again. Eureka! I’ve got it! You must be Bruce Wayne and Hercules’ love child!! Maybe not? Well, how about next time, you try telling us that Wonder Woman is your daughter, that you used to date Lois Lane in high school, and you out swam Aqua Man in a race. Then, at the end of your little infomercial, a voice can say “He IS the most UNINTERESTING RICH MAN in the World!” Face it Vin, you backed your way into this title match even worse than I did, at least I’ve been in the damn discussion before tonight, you on the other hand, lose to a guy who because of a stupid stipulation, can’t face Alexx for the Title anymore…yeah, I’m speaking about ‘The Phoenix’ Michael Servin. Frankly, I think Alexx knew that Servin was getting too close, but that’s for another time and place. But c’mon Vin, you gotta stop pretending all this means success for you. I mean, you’re promising, there’s no doubt about that, but as for this whole, GQ covers, Forbes Top 100 ass clowns, whatever, it’s kinda been there, done that. I mean, there’s the Hall of Famer, Crossfire GM G-Rich the “Richest Man in Wrestling” then you have Tom Princeton over on Fight Night, I mean, eventually, one of you is gonna have to “buyout” the other, right? Ahh no matter, Vin…you see you can bring, Alfred, the Justice League, even the damn Wonder Twins, down to the ring, but tonight. It will not matter, because money cannot buy you Championships, NOT from me, NOT tonight… “

Cameron takes a long look at the still image…Pilot- “Flight crew prepare for landing”

“Alexx, you know the odds are stacked against you tonight, you know that your belt, is one slip away from being taken from you. I may not have liked the way I got here, but I am here nonetheless, still one 3-count from taking that gold. You KNOW I’m capable of it Alexx, you know we’ve only touched the tip of the iceberg when it comes to you and I, this, budding rivalry of ours…who knows, it could even be one of the greats, Hatfields and McCoys, Yankees/Red Sox, Steelers/Browns, the list goes on…but…since you’re Canadian, I’ll put it in terms even YOUR Frenchie little ass can understand…this can be bigger than Montreal/Toronto…bigger than Canada/USSR…get what I’m saying Le’ Schmuck? You can have all your paparazzi, your press clippings, really, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of everything…I just want the gold…tonight, I’m TAKING the Gold. And that is the truth, no matter what language you speak, because the eyes will not lie.”

The plane touches down, and scurries down the runway and decreases to a slow, cruising speed into the terminal gate…

Pilot: “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Philadelphia, current time is 12:30pm, temperature is 78 degrees with partly cloudy skies, we’d like to once again thank you for flying with us and hope to have you back on a future trip. Thank You.”

“There’s a reason I am the way I am…I am alone because that leaves me with only one person to trust…me. And I don’t disappoint, I don’t backstab, I don’t do anything but provide myself with the necessary means to achieve victory. I’m not in this for the fame, I’m certainly not in it to obtain money beyond my beliefs, I’m here to become a Champion, and make no mistake about it, I will become Champion. When Red White and Bruised is over, and Crossfire emanates from the other side of the state, at the NEW Consol Energy Center in MY hometown of Pittsburgh, THE City of Champions, I will return, not as a hero, nor villain, but as one of it’s own…a Champion among a city full of them. No money or cameras are needed to see that.”

Cameron grabs his small carry-on bag and walks his way to the front of the plane and exits thru the door onto the terminal gate as the scene ends.

**Wolf** · 09-12-2010, 07:01 PM

Nameless

We're in a pretty large living area. It looks like a loft. Most definitely a loft. The steel railings over head. The brick wall in the background. Only a gigantic rug on the ground. It's gray. AT the very end, an odd looking construct. It's made of stone. It looks like a throne or maybe just a chair. It's corners smooth. It looks heavy. However, it is simple in design. No rubbies, no diamonds; just plain and cold. Either way, FWA's resident "visionary" is occupying this object. He slouches to one side and he ponders over Heaven knows what.

:: Nameless :: Hmm... time. Time is fleeting. Time is an illusion. Time. Hmpf. What am I saying?

A Woman comes into view. Her long pale nightgown touching the ground. In her hands, a bowl. She looks at him in curious fashion before kneeling softly onto the carpet.

:: Medium :: ... something's wrong...

He looks at her as if he just realized that she was there. Her attempt to bring him out of his daydreaming is a success. But barely.

:: Nameless :: Oh. I'm just... nevermind.

He pulls himself up and peers into the bowl she clutches against her bosom.

:: Nameless :: What do you have there?

She grins and swivels her body away from Nameless in an attempt to hide the contents.

:: Medium :: Just water...

:: Nameless :: Oh. Just watter hmm? Then why are you trying to prevent me from looking?

:: Medium :: It's special water... dream water...

He raises an eyebrow.

:: Nameless :: Oh. I see. no longer is your kind using cards and crystal bowls. What have you seen in your dream?

She shakes her head and smiles. Leaning in closer, she whispers.

:: Medium :: Only nightmares.

:: Nameless :: Hmm... then what is the water for?

:: Medium :: Not for me, silly... for you. Tomorrow lives in the water.

He tilts his head and gently asks--

:: Nameless :: And what do you see?

An even bigger smile cuts across her face. She slowly brings the bowl closer and allows Nameless to peer into it. All he sees is a liquid. No more. No less. However, she keeps staring deeper and deeper into it's bottomless depths.

:: Medium :: I see ... blood...

She gasps and shakes her head in disbelief. Nameless is alarmed and also wanting to know more. He presses her to carry on.

:: Medium :: It's horrible; so much blood... I can't --

:: Nameless :: You can. And you will ! Go on.

She pulls away from him and scurries off camera and soon thereafter a loud bang is heard as a door is shut. Nameless does not pursue. Instead he stands and approaches the bowl. He looks down into it and scoffs.

:: Nameless :: You see, there are things man is not meant to know. Yet we are provided with these... these methods that allow us to delve into the deepest and darkest corners of our psyche. Do we see the future? Some bits of it perhaps. They come through visions. Or dreams. Or even through a bowl of water apparently. But you see, whether or not we can truly believe in these mirages is of little concern to me for I am a man with THE vision. It is not about what has come to pass or things that have yet to manifest; no I'm afraid that my vision is of the present.

He reaches down and picks up the bowl of liquid. The ripples across it's surface reflex the mask of darkness.

:: Nameless :: ... and what I see is the end of an era. What I see takes the form of Art! afterall, I am an Artist and my masterpiece is the creation of the single most destructive unit today in the past in the future. I pulled the strings and recreated the Angel of Death. My brush was pain and I used only the color red. How? true artist won't just tell you his secret, but as every great Artist I HAVE MY CRITICS!

His voice raised but only for a moment. He takes a deep breath and regains his composure.

:: Nameless :: Sara Wolf, you just couldn't let it be, could you? I get exactly what you’re trying to do. Frankly, I think it’s brilliant. For years you leeched Wolf’s life forcing him to fight his brother almost costing him his life. You tried to change him into what you want, then you used his name as a stepping stone to further his own career you were - and still are - a parasite. You brainwashed him by telling him that no matter what’ll happen, you’ll always be there for him! YOU brainwashed him by acting like the girlfriend he never wanted - he‘s still suffering from your love! Every time he sees you attacked from behind, he feels guilt over it - the same guilt you made sure he suffered when you put yourself in harm’s way entering this business! He wouldn‘t be able to bare hurting you, Sara, and you know it! You’re a two-faced vixen, you want to control him yourself again. That is not gonna happen. You have to crush the Mask of Death in order to do that, you will have to drag whatever is left of you after the match with Nathalie De Silva and beat me! I am not a physical man I never claimed to be one that is why I made sure you are an easy prey for me.

He begins to pace around this throne-like monument while holding the bowl close to his chest. All the while he looks down into it and resumes his speech.

:: Nameless :: you've already accepted the fact that you're going to lose. You didn't need a crystal ball or a pack of cards. Not even a bowl of water. No. The doubt that you have so gracefully accepted was birthed through common sense. It isn't because you're not worthy competitor. No, you've got the physical attributes that can lead you to greatness, but you lack guidance I provided Wolf with. You need to be removed from his life. I need to remove you from his life, so my masterpiece can be completed! The Engine of Chaos and destruction. Many years from now people are going to look back on a great man, who revolutionazed this industry with his grand creation. Oh, I will have a name I will no longer be Nameless and my name won't be forgotten ever again!

He stops a moment and takes one last glance into the pit isolated within the bowl before tipping it over and allowing the liquid to poor out gently.

:: Nameless :: Look at him,Sara, Look at him and see what I see. I see a creature whose full potential lays dormant within him. I see a monster whose worst rampages are still ahead of him, whose victim's list is ready to get just a little longer. These same words do apply for you too, Mr. Princeton. Your games and tricks have done nothing to Wolf. Nothing. He can't be reasoned with, can't be swayed, can't be bought...you have nothing. Nothing to hold over him, nothing to outsmart him with, nothing to deter him from his goal of ripping you to shreds with his bare hands for the sheer joy of it all, your threats and your gloating don't anger me in the least. I prefer it that way. Wolf...prefers it that way because it makes the moment all the more intriguing. The moment when you're fighting with all you have and you suddenly begin to realize that you've brought about something that is far beyond your grasp and there is nothing you can do to stop it now. It's a realization that comes with an all-too familiar look in the eyes, the moment where the light of hope slowly fades away, replaces by a look of terror and the sudden onset of self-preservation begins to kick in. For all that you've been through, all that you've accomplished, you continue to prove you have learned nothing at all from your travels. you allow your arrogance to guide your actions, your greed, you need for power to force you into places you'll soon wish you were not in. Know, Tom and Sara, that your desires shall go unfulfilled the red White and Bruised day. Your ambitions and you well-laid plans will not see fruition as this day is a day of chaos. It is a day of anger and destruction. A day when the true and simplistic nature of humanity is laid bare and turned loose upon the World as a fitting punishment for their sins. and no, Wolf is not some angel of vengeance. He is a devil, newly-borne...he is a destroyer, a hellish locomotive of chaos and anarchy and he is here by MY hand, no one else's. And when it is all over, when you have suffered physical and mental anguish the likes of which you did not know possible, you'll be left with nothing...reduced to the small, hollow things that you are. Left alone to rot amidst your own questions of what went wrong. Sara, Tom enjoy the time you have left until you are Red White and Bruised"

And with these parting words, FWA's self-proclaimed "visionary" leaves the empty bowl slide from his fingers. It falls into the pool below. Nameless sniffs and turns his back away from the camera while the scene slowly fades to black.

**Engaged To Ouellet** · 09-12-2010, 07:06 PM

[color=tan]Divine Intervention[/tan]

There’s splashing...and giggling...then a playful squeal before more giggling. The cameraman grinning from ear to ear knocks on the door...silence...before.. .

?: Come in.

He opens the door gasps and immediately faints.

?: See Gabby I told you he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Gabrielle: They should have sent a woman...the poor boy just couldn’t cope Jen.

Jenny: Maybe while the cameras here...we could do that...thing we talked about the other night...Mrs Ignito.

Gabrielle: Jen! Such a naughty girl aren’t you.

Jenny: I’m not the one who despite being a yummy shade of caramel always has a red bottom.

Both women giggle and splash about in the water some more before Jenny suddenly is seen to stand before the fallen camera, those beautifully deep green eyes piercing the lens as she picks it up and takes it inside their hotel suites bathroom. The flickering light of many candles is all that illuminates the room, and red rose petals line every surface. Most people though would kick themselves for noticing such things when Jenny Ignito stands there in her state of undress. Her smooth skin is a silky, creamy white making her eyes seem all the more ethereal against it and her dark red hair slightly damp from all the moisture in the air cascades from her head and caresses her bare shoulders. She has a pair of necklaces one diamond and the other gold but both featuring [/I]Gabby[/I] pendants plunging between her bosom and trying to disappear behind the single length of fabric currently preserving her modesty...or at least as much as she has. A pair of black fishnet stockings wrap around her legs before disappearing underneath the white towel wrapped around her body. But as beautiful as she is taking a seat next to the bath tub and aiming the camera...what’s on the other side of that small porcelain wall captures all attention. Caressed by nothing more than warm water and just enough bubbles to leave her sweetest curves to the imagination is Gabrielle. Her body smothered in that heavenly shade of caramel is dripping wet, water beads trickling down the parts of her body which are exposed. Her face kissed with a smile and with her gorgeous brunette hair slightly matted to her head, her knees lathered in bubbles as well as her shoulders where from there the moisture trickles down her chest and down her perky breasts before meeting the water just above her nipples. A gold hoop earring dangles from each ear and a ruby necklace inscribed with ‘Jenny’ happily clings to her body. She brings a hand out of the water...her wedding ring sparkling under the romantic lighting as she clasps Jenny’s hand which is adorned with her own wedding ring.

Gabrielle: I can’t help it sweetie sometimes I’m just a little bit...naughty.

More giggling from Gabrielle as Jenny continues to film her wife relaxing in the bathtub.

Gabrielle: I know there are certainly a couple of men within the FWA muttering such things more than ever...but Drew did you really think that a man like you could buy a Goddess?

Funny how all this time you’ve ignored me, for so long I’ve fought for the recognition of being more than just a pretty face...more than simply a female athlete confined to competing with women. You’ve been one of the men denying me this at every turn Drew...but yet when you were desperate and needed a way to keep your false status as FWA Champion intact even for just a few short days longer you came begging to me. But you insulted me gravely Drew sweetie...I can never be bought like so many before you I threw you a smile and played along just long enough to build up your hopes, your dreams and your...fantasies...before dropping you on your head. It’s not so easy to ignore me now is it Drew I gave you what you wanted but not without my own price...your humiliation.

Jenny: You’re so sexy when you get all serious hon.

The Divine Siren herself blushes, her cheeks tinged a rosy red before she blows a kiss to Jenny and her camera as it captures the beads of water that eagerly caress her body and linger upon her breasts.

Gabrielle: But it wasn’t just you out there Drew left flat on their back gazing up at me. Duke I took away what would have been your crowning achievement...one second of divine intervention and your dream was shattered. What a night it could have been for you Duke beating Drew Jolson...the pathetic wretch that he is, it would have made up for losing to Matt Boudreau over and...over again, or at least you hope so. But I took that away from you Duke and I was happy to do so. We all know that you would have beat Drew if the Goddess hadn’t looked down upon you that night and you would have came into Red, White and Bruised as the FWA Champion...then you would have won tonight as well Duke. Darnell’s brain is still rattling around in his head after I made him Kneel At The Altar...and Rocky Creeds lost his fighting will. You Duke are the man who should be Champion but isn’t because of me...because I’ve watched you, Rocky and Darnell fail time after time when given opportunity after opportunity. Night after night Matt Boudreau left one of you three a beaten mess in the ring all the while I was ignored...all I wanted then was one chance, one chance to even be Television Champion.

But that Championship is beneath me Duke, waiting patiently is beneath me...I’ve always known I would follow in the footsteps of Jillian DeSilva though I would improve upon what she accomplished. So I waited for so long...all my energy, all my attention was on my beautiful wife Jenny...

Gabby flashes her flame haired wife a smile as she squeezes her hand tightly.

Gabrielle: I easily brushed aside every ‘challenge’ the FWA put before me...but there has always been one itch that no matter how much I roll around with Jenny...our bodies writhing against one another...pulling each other from our clothing...reaching pure ecstasy...there’s still one itch that just hasn’t been scratched: recognition within the FWA! The very thing I fight for with The Great Siege...the very thing I have tired of waiting for. My divine destiny is grand and is always bound to happen...but it will happen at my whim not when the likes of Drew or Matt Robinson can accept it. So Duke don’t think it was merely business, don’t assume that I obeyed Drew only to turn on him...it was so much more pleasurable than anything Drew could do. I enjoyed what I did to you Because I made a statement that can’t be ignored. Women’s Championships, World Tag Team Championships these things almost seem to be downplayed when my name is brought up but here and now me staking my claim atop the FWA it can’t be so easily pushed aside and forgotten.

I know that Duke as well as Drew would love nothing more than to lie down...with me in the throes of passion but I know you aren’t the types to lie down when a challenge arises. When a Goddess seeks her next conquest neither of you will just roll over, so it seems Duke I’ll just have to put you on your back...or wrap my body around you until you scream no more. Then Drew you’ll be forced to recognise what I am in my infinite divinity...the saving grace of Fight Night. Matthews gone...Rocky, Darnell and Duke are three little boys or perhaps they’re more like the three little pigs who’ve waited until the wolf could huff and puff no more and now hold their heads high. Now they know they can actually be FWA Champion after disease has brought about Matthews demise. Three little boys who were swatted aside like fly’s time and time again and it seemed they were all Fight Night had to offer...until I could stand idly by and wait no longer. Duke all I have to do is beat you and then just Rocky Creed or Darnell Porter will stand in my way...

A laugh breaks from between her lips, joyful and excited in its sound as the warm bubble water continues to softly caress Gabrielle’s heavenly caramel form.

Gabrielle: It’s such a simple climb to the top...the mountain that my Jen and I crafted was beset by so many challengers...where we shared our first kiss and our relationship blossomed into what it is now is a division ruled by kings in Dan and Andrew...now in my wedded bliss I challenge for what is considered the grandest prize in this realm and this is all that stands in my way. The old guard, all that’s left of the men that were given my opportunities instead of me simply because of my stunning body...now it seems after having been brushed aside for so long Fight Night needs me.

Her giggling sends small and pleasant to the eye vibrations through her body, causing the water to lap up against her as she releases Jenny’s hand and lies back in the bathtub, scooping water up in one of her hands she lets it fall upon her bosoms as she closes her eyes.

Gabrielle: It is such an exhilarating feeling...now being needed above simply my needing, it’s almost as sweet as when I blasted you in the back with that chair Duke. I took away what you have wanted for so long, what you covet so greatly but will so vehemently deny. Everyone’s heard you Duke either walking the halls or witnessing your promos how you label all the FWA Championships as merely “ass wipers”. How you refer to the FWA itself as the...”Piss Pot Place” and how you revert back to your former self whenever given the chance. You’re such a fake Duke, you are such a liar spinning this web to protect yourself from reality. How badly you wish you could still call yourself a god instead of a fallen one...I see it in your eyes how much you miss that. I saw it last week before I dropped you on your head...Duke Drazin just isn’t the same if he can’t call himself Duke Drazin. Your cute little flash back attacks may satiate you for now but I can see that it still isn’t enough especially when I remind you of what you once were.

Her eyes flutter back open and she locks them upon Jenny’s with a smile.

Gabrielle: You once were a god Duke before you renounced your divinity and fell to live amongst all the other mortals. You’ve fallen so greatly already...it made it so easy to make you fall again...and now at Red, White and Bruised once more. You exposed your lie but now so desperately claw at it, trying to cling to it as best you can. As best you can Duke...your best when you claimed divinity was still never enough to win your decade long war with Matt Boudreau. Your best has never been good enough to accomplish anything other than so briefly being a North American Champion...or a North American ass wiper as you would call it. That’s just another way of protecting yourself Duke from reality where you once claimed eternity as a God you still degrade and demean, devalue everything of value in the FWA. But how quickly you came running back here when given the chance to atone for your sins of abuse. How eagerly you fight for the same thing as I recognition...the look upon your face was of pure horror last week Duke...watching the FWA Championship slip from your grasp again and in the easiest of matches as well. You want it so badly Duke but I took that away from you, it seems that the great fallen god Duke Drazin is just never to be Champion.

It is a lucky thing then that you distance yourself from the pain by calling it nothing more than an ass wiper. You can brush aside the significance of what it is...at least on the outside you can on the inside it must eat at you Duke having been unable to beat Matt Boudreau even though you were given so many chances...even when he was stricken with disease and now you couldn’t even get the job done against Drew Jolson. But that’s not your fault Duke...you tried but divine intervention saw to it that you didn’t become Champion. I can’t have the FWA Championship passed around like candy before I win it. If everyone became Champion then where would be the importance in me finally becoming Champion?

I took what would have been the crowning achievement of your life away from you Duke when it was at its most promising. I know you want a measure of revenge with the sin of wrath burning in your soul but this isn’t your time Duke..that has long since passed. What I did to you was the end of your idealised future full of promise and potential. It wasn’t a passing of the torch though it was simply your torch being extinguished at my hands. As much as i enjoyed our last encounter Duke with the physicality and the roughness...

The Goddess Gabrielle caresses her body with her hands teasingly as a joyful moan escapes her lips.

Gabrielle: I’m eagerly looking forward to this one so much more...things will be so much different it’s not as simple as being just a match between us Duke no. I crafted this night, this moment to show my intent and give a glimpse of what is to come to the world whether they worship or despise my name. It matters not what you fall into Duke not all are welcome within my church...some are simply sacrificed to appease me or to send a message. You are both Duke Drazin I will enjoy beating you, I look forward to standing over you having once more taken from you the immediate hope of being FWA Champion. And I look forward to showing the world, showing Drew, Rocky, Darnell and Matt Robinson why I should have never been held back...it’s never been that I simply consider all you boys beneath me...I am divine, I am the Goddess Gabrielle...you are all beneath me as mere mortals.

Playful but meaningful laughter spills forth from her mouth as she sits up, the full curve of her breasts breaking free of the water though the bubbles hide her nipples as Jenny then leans in and gives Gabrielle a loving kiss. When they finally break their lip lock Jenny lets the towel slide free from her body...before gasping as she slides her hands into the warm water.

Jenny: Gabby what’s this?

Gabrielle: That’s a gift from Raquel...she said it’s better than any man.

Playful giggling springs forth from both women before the camera is dropped at the still sleeping cameraman’s head and the door swung shut as Jenny then slips into the bath joining Gabby with a moan.

Jenny: Sounds just like you sweetie...better than any man!

Giggling...

Splashing...

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