Red White and Bruised 2010 Promo Thread...

[Wolf]

~ In Philadelphia’s Key Arena, it’s completely silent. We’re still a few days away from RWB pay-per-view, but there’s certainly no shortage of excitement among the fan base. The followers of the FWA have been buzzing about the title matches, the NA title match between Thomas Princeton and Wolf, G Rich vs Matt Boudreau even the opening of the show. But on this day, the camera is centered on Sara Wolf, flipping through a book of pictures. She sits in her locker room, completely devoid of anything aside from a small TV and a rather pedestrian-looking couch. The camera moves around to see that the pictures she’s looking at are from the annals of his relatively short wrestling career. ~


Sara: When I was a girl, I spoke as a girl, I acted as a girl… but when I grew into a woman, I put away childish things.

~ She closes the book as she looks into the camera. ~

Sara: For much of the early part of my life, I toiled in my father’s business, following in his footsteps because that’s what I believe he would have wanted. But for as long as I can remember, it never clicked with me, it never made me satisfied in who I was. I looked around and realized that I did not belong. I realized that I was meant for something different, something greater. I went out in search of my calling, burning through all sorts of different jobs until I first laid eyes on the wrestling world. From the moment I witnessed my first hurricarana, I was hooked. I knew what I was meant to do and wasted no time in becoming a part of it. Years later, I find myself here.

~ She hangs her head as she runs her fingers over the cover of the picture album. The smooth leather glistens under the fluorescent lighting of the locker room. The image on the front depicts a young Sara with her hands in the air, an almost silly grin plastered on her face as she drips with sweat, the crowd surrounding her on their feet. The live Sara grins to himself. ~

Sara: The way that those people ebb and flow like the sea I spent so long on pleases me more than anything in this world. To hear the cheers, to feel the energy that they impart to you in that ring, it’s like nothing else. For the longest time, it was the driving force behind what I did. It’s what I lived for! But, that was when I was a child in this world. Now, I find myself in the world of giants. I find myself in a wrestling world of greats… who would sooner club you across the back with a steel chair than share a mutual respect. Women like Nathalie De Silva who display all the attributes of a woman who looks and performs like a woman who can’t be beaten when she’s at her best. And now, in this world, I have to put away those childish things, and become the woman that I need to be. As much as the support of those crowds, the absolute fervor of those fans drives me to be my best, I have to put that to the back of my mind and realize that it is not what will deliver now what I want the most. No matter how hard they cheer, no matter how much they may want me to win, they cannot fight for me.

~ Breaking her gaze from the album, Sara looks directly into the camera with a stoic gaze. She looks older somehow as she speaks directly in a steady pace. ~

Sara: All of us break into this industry with the dream of becoming the best, of climbing to the top of the proverbial ladder and being “the woman” that everyone else looks up to. Women from Saddle Sally to Susie Side to Anyanka all want that top prize, the right to be called “the best.” It’s a common goal, a dream that transcends beliefs, alignments, everything. And to become that champion that the rest of the world looks to, you have to take the right steps, you have to steadily climb that ladder to success and earn the right, earn the respect that’s needed to be at the top of the heap. I labored for months to gain the respect of that locker room and that audience, and now, I feel like "the woman" to remain, where I want to be I have to beat Nathalie De Silva. You’d find a very select few that actually agree with the woman personally, that like her as an individual apart from wrestling, but to find someone that can criticize her as a performer? For that, you’d have to find either a completely ignorant party or a liar. I loathe Nathalie for her pomp and bravado, but I hate her just as much for her legacy of De Silva name. I want so badly to have the level of respect and admiration as a wrestler that she has. I want so badly to find myself on the same level as Gabrielle, Moira Crawford… but as it has been so famously said: “to be the woman, you have to beat the woman.” Well this Sunday, I have my chance to do it on the big stage. You know that you have the best training, Nathalie, you don’t have to hear it any more than you already have, especially from somebody like me who has done little to prove to you that my opinion matters. You know that you have everything in this world that people like me want. You have every single luxury in life, but I know that you would give it all up in an instant to win that title. That’s the worth of that Championship. That’s the value of that belt… the same title that’s passed through the hands of big name after big name. I’m not kidding myself. I know that I’ve been on a rather sharp downward spiral recently, but this Sunday is a new day. No matter how much has gone on since you chocked me out, I still find myself in this match, with the same opportunity to prove myself again, and I am going to make the most of it. I recognize how prestigious this championship is, and I am going to do everything within my power to keep it, to continue to build my legacy, my dream.


~ She looks down briefly again before continuing, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. ~

Sara: What you see is what you get. There are no fancy voiceovers, no scripted monologues, no exotic locations, no planted fans with "Spitfire" signs waving above their heads, no arm candy, no designer sunglasses, and no product placement. This is Sara Wolf, raw, as simple as it gets. If the people hate me for my marriage or losses or whatever, then so be it. If people love me for my performance, dedication, and refusal to give up, then so be that as well; whatever will be, will be. I can’t change the minds of the people, they will always choose for themselves. They are a fickle-minded bunch, and the longer that you stand in front of them, the more that you find this to be true. I’m done trying to please the masses. I’m done relying on the energy of the crowd to get me by. I have the dream and that’s all I need to keep me going. Nothing fancy… nothing to convince you to like me… This Sunday, I put my talent and drive against woman that I consider equal or greater talent… This Sunday, I will let me passion and talent be truly unleashed... I’ll be up to the task. Until the next time.... Farewell!!

~ She speaks firmly as he nods toward the camera, the picture fading to black with the stern visage of the Spitfire burned into it. ~

[Stratusphere]

FWA X Championship
Triple Threat Match
Alexx VS Cameron Cross VS Xavier Xander Xerxes

Nothing!

Part 1: Not impressed!

It’s night time and the scene opens up on Alexx sitting on his balcony looking at his backyard. Alexx sitting on a black steel chair with red velvet cushion, next to him is a matching patio table with a tall glass of brown transparent drink. The balcony has a roof and is built all in maple wood. Alexx wearing a denim jacket with a red striped t-shirt underneath and jeans, Alexx has his knees up on the chair and we can see that he’s wearing black running shoes. Alexx takes a sip of his drink and sighs.

Alexx: So, here it is… the end of the summer… I feel like it was only beginning, but it’s already the end of it. The kids are going back to school. Tourism drops back to his fall numbers. People are back from their trips… But have we learned from this summer, what was the remarkable thing about this summer in particular, the major event of the season. Like last year, it was the summer of H1N1 influenza, so bad that some of us were stuck in the world where the outbreak wasn’t started. In 2008, it was the rescue of Ingrid Betancour and the coronation of Michael Phelps has swimming king. 2007, there were Live 8 concerts on the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year to raise money and awareness on Climate Changes and there was the release of the last Harry Potter book… See, every summer is marked by an important event… but this year, you might say it was the Soccer-slash-Football World Cup, but do we even remember who won, plus it’s every four years, so nothing impressive and the only thing I remember is the honking cars throughout the city for their team, and me thinking about them being stupid since our country wasn’t in it. There was the oil spill in Mexican Gulf, yes, but seeing how they keep on exploiting the gas in the gulf and the station keep on exploding with nobody being responsible, it won’t standout as the 2010 summer thing… But let’s be honest with each other. It wasn’t a huge summer, so that’s why this year, its way harder to look pass the summer and remember it. It was plain fat boring… And I got the same feeling about CC, Caitlyn Crop. Sorry to say this about him, but he never impressed me. Everyone kept on bragging backstage about him being the future of the X division, that he’s been impressive and he’s the one to look forward to, the one who is the future world champion. After facing him in the ring last week, I got to say, I’m not at all impressed by him. Sorry, yes he may look great in the ring, he looks to dominate his opponent or at least get the best of them, but that what happens when you are booked with jobbers. Those jobbers knows how to make someone look good, they’ve worked their way making the other look good. They deserve the praise to make him look good, because I’ve been in face of way better superstars than he was, he needs to work a lot more to be really considered as a potential contender.

Alexx puts his feet down.

Alexx: Let’s face it, the jobbers are not praised enough for the work they do… I mean look at CC, he wasn’t really awful to work with, but I made him look not as bad as he really his. Yes, I’ve been in the ring with lots of horrible persons and CC isn’t that bad compared to them, but compared to the level everyone claims he is, he could work better. And I remember some fans, telling me that I was going down with him. That he will take my place as X champion. I know my fans are really fond of me and want me to go further in my career, but the day Catalina Crotch gets my spot hasn’t come yet. That he’s the future of this business; it will be in a future beyond future. And yes, I did suffer a loss against him in a tag team match few weeks ago, but I would’ve won if I would’ve a fair advantage, I mean my tag partner wasn’t actually there, he was physically, but not mentally…

Alexx takes a sip of his drink.

Alexx: Koala Kangaroo can think to be ready to step up and represent this company as X champion, to be the face of this division. Like I was at my first reign and I remember to step down from that cloud real quickly, I was a theory champion, I was set only for FWA to decide whose better Darnell or Wolf. But I didn’t know back then, I thought I deserved it, I thought that I was ready to be a major player in this business, but I wasn’t, I was still a rookie. I had a lot to learn, I only got lucky. And many thought it was the same for this championship victory against Ryan Rondo, I did won in a “lucky” way, but it was actually the rules of the match! And when you think you’ve got everything figured out, it strikes you; I know I’m a pretty face… I know… And I do look to be inoffensive like that, I mean I’m just a pretty face… not really; I’m a strong willed force. See, Conrad Claustrophobia thinks that he’s ready, but everyone learned it one day or another; you are not as great as you think you are. Yes, you do want to be champion, but you have to show that you are the best thing in this company for this division, that no one can stop you; CC haven’t proven anything, he proved even worse after facing me in the ring, he’s proven that he can’t keep up with me; so how can he still think that he can be champion? At Red, White and Bruised, CC will drop the mask and the act and show the world what he really is. And especially since he’s a loner, he’s got no one to tell him to his face, he’s got to learn it by himself. And after the match he will have even less people surrounding him, but he’ll at least know how he is in the ring and that is: Not impressive!

Alexx grabs his glass and gets up and leaves the balcony to get back inside. End of part 1.

Part two: X is a three letter word

The scene opens up on Alexx sitting in a public bus. Alexx is sitting in the back on the right between the window and an empty siege with Alexx’s sports bag on it. Alexx is now wearing black faux leather pants with a black ripped t-shirt, but underneath the rips you see another lime green t-shirt. Alexx is looking out the window.

Alexx: So, I have to face XXX at Red White and Bruised for my FWA X championship. What does XXX does stand for? I mean who wants to call himself like a failed movie that failed so bad that the title character’s actor is so ashamed that he doesn’t want to come back for the sequel? Yes, I know XXX stands for his name, but what kind of parent would want to name his kid like that? I mean they might not have like him very much… Wow, that talk of Xs remembers me of the old time, the first time I won the FWA X championship, and I remember I did a promo about the letter X. See, XXX wants to be champion, and it’s obvious why he’s the perfect suitor for this championship, I mean with a name like that… But I do know that I’m more X than he is… Xavier might think he’s extreme, but what has he shown of extreme, he’s new here, he didn’t get enough time to try one of the extreme matches, or maybe he did some base jumping, but try to walks in betweens of raging fans who wants to rip off all your clothes… That’s extreme… you really don’t know if you’ll make it out alive. Or maybe, extravagant? It’s characterised to be an odd behaviour from someone compared to the usual standards! I have to give it to him, even though being as hot as I am, yes it’s out of the ordinary, but my behaviour is a typical average dude… he is extravagant, I mean thinking that you are the “Chosen One” is a bit too much for me… He’s been called from higher instance to achieve a higher purpose, victory, glory… You know what this means…. SICKO! Wack job! I mean being chosen, a prophet of the good news that is XXX… Is a bit too extravagant… I’m a really tolerant person and I find that this is still too much. What else?

Alexx pauses.

Alexx: Well, there’s sexy and it’s obvious who it comes to…. Me, obviously. Look at him and look at me… You never really had to look at him to know that I am the sexy one… I’m the sexiest of the sexy, I’m the hottest thing to have ever seen the light. And that qualifies me for extraordinaire, meaning out of the ordinary, and when you look at me I’m beyond average, while you look at XXX and what does he look like? I mean that’s how you feel about him, he’s average! Nothing memorable… there’s the problem with the new rookies these days, none of them are memorable, they have nothing to offer more than the next one and XXX is part of this, he’s plain… bof, what else to say than the fact that there is nothing to say about him… There’s nothing fresh, and you want to know the truth, it’s the ones that stands out that stays, the others get forgotten and leaves without anyone noticing… Not an extraordinaire debut either… But let’s move on, to experience. I’ve had my share of experience in the ring, through the years. I’m experienced in the ring, my career is panned with experiences, and let’s see XXX’s really interesting to know that he was president in his high school, I do remember what the president of my year was doin’…. Nothing only tries to screw the school year of everyone planning manifestation for no reason at all and get elected… So there’s no experience in this, it’s only to brag that one day he was popular, first thing he was probably alone in the election, at least it was like that for me, and wake up life isn’t high school and third high school is over. You don’t get stuff awarded to you ‘cuz you are popular in real life, you have to work hard for what you want, and that’s what I can prove with my experience. I have the most valuable experience between us two… X for exterior, yes exterior to go outside. I said it earlier, he’s average looking, he pretty much probably do the same things that the other do, go to the gym, only do this to keep their body fit. But my body is greater than anyone because I do exterior activities, you don’t know how good the fresh air for your health is and you can be creative when you are, which I am extremely. Don’t mean necessarily sports, but outside yoga is nice per example and that’s how I keep my flexibility.

Alexx takes out his sunglasses out of his bag, ‘cuz the bus turned and Alexx has the sun in his eyes.

Alexx: For the moment it looks like Xavier Xander Xeres has the X factor actually. He’s extremely not fit for this chance at the X championship. He’s not ready. You see when you want to be X champion you need an edge, something new something extreme and from what I can see he’s nothing like that. Average! Maybe he should try for the Average Championship, but guess it doesn’t exist here. And that’s another thing; you need to exist for the fans. They need to be pumped for this match, but with Joe Average, they are not attracted at him, here’s my motto, why pay to go see normal cars speed in Nascar while I can put a chair next to the highway and watch the same show for free. People don’t want normal, they want more that’s why it’s the X championship, everything containing and X is more than normal… but there’s nothing with XXX.

Alexx rings the bell for the bus and gets up. End of part 2.

Part 3: Three’s company

Alexx is in a bar sitting in a booth all alone, drinking another glass of brown liquid, but we can notice two half-full glasses on the other side of the table. Alexx sighs while wearing stylize black glasses, an orange shirt and black jeans.

Alexx: Wow, that’s fun! Being the third wheel is the best thing ever, right? That’s the problem when you have friends who go out together… There’s always someone left on the side, for instance right now, I’m the only one not smoking… When you are three it’s too much or not enough; the even numbers aren’t right for anything. There should be a law against it… Odd numbers are better there’s always someone else…. Like a three way may look fun on paper, but for real it’s not that much. There’s always someone you can’t do something with ‘cuz you’re occupied by the other one… and it’s the same thing for triple threat matches. There’s something that doesn’t work with it. Sometimes for few moments you can all be in the ring, but someone gets double teamed… Plus, it’s sooooo unfair, per example I’m champion and I don’t need to get pinned or submit to lose the championship, it’s not fair for anyone. It’s the same for the other two, I mean you want to win, but there’s always someone in the way from winning. But I’m not scared; I’m with two low life rookies… Maybe that’s the reason why they send them two at a time. They know one won’t do anything, I won’t mind two. And even if I keep telling the bosses they keep sending me rookies. Yes, actually I’m a great person to learn from things like to be better in the ring and humility. Yes, humility, every time they come to the ring they are all proud of themselves, they are championship contender and they walk back in shame, because they should’ve been as proud as they were. And with two rookies in the ring, they walk twice more in shame, especially the pinned superstar. There’s something wrong with the number three, there is the chance that it becomes unfair for one of the party, that they double team you, and you are not proud to win when you win out of cheating, so you lose both ways. And since, I’m the champion and since those two wants to make an impression to the FWA, they’ll pick on me directly, the bull’s-eye in my back is huge. But I’m not scared, those two rookies will learn from the best, a lesson that will change their lives: don’t mess with the best especially when you can’t handle him.

Alexx friends come back to the table and Alexx starts talking with them. End of part 3.

[Pockets]

Footsteps echo in a linoleum floored hallway, nearly drowning out all the sounds of the preparation in the backstage area of the Wachovia Center. The camera is trained on the floor, focusing on a pair of black wrestling boots. A little further up, covering most of the boots are a pair of blue jeans covering obviously female legs. After a few moments they stop in their tracks, and the camera shifts slightly to reveal a plain, grey steel folding chair leaning up against the wall. A feminine hand, covered in a black fingerless glove, reaches down to the chair and the fingers grasp the top of it. There is a brief sound of metal scraping on floor before the chair is pulled up. The camera pulls up itself, past the top of the jeans, to a plain white t-shirt, finally fully showing the figure of Moira, looking down at the chair she has just picked up. A dark smirk covers her face. She looks up and glances at the camera, the smirk never leaving her face.

Moira: ‘Ello, Shane, now that I ‘ave your undivided attention it’s nice to finally bloody meet you. An’ since you completely ignored mey months ago when I tried to introduce myself I think I’ll make you wait.

She continues her walk down the hallway, past roadies, techies, caterers, and curtain jerking minor wrestlers. The all give her a very wide berth, especially when they see her holding the chair. Although she looks amused at this, Moira ignores them, addressing the camera as she walks.

Moira: I saw some people in the crowd last week, lookin’ all shocked at wot I did durin’ the match between Ashley an’ my brother. Not when I was goin’ after Ashley... I ‘eard some cheerin’ goin’ on then. An’ surprise, surprise, ‘e ran straight off. Anythin’ to avoid facin’ mey. Or ‘e’s forgot ‘ow to take a bloody chair shot. Been a long time since those pub brawls, ain’t it? The old Irish bastard ‘as gone an’ lost ‘is touch. An‘ to top that all off ‘e comes an‘ takes advantage of my - dirty - work to win ‘is bloody match. No wonder ‘e ain’t wearin’ the pants anymore, the pussy.

As she is talking she stops by a door. The camera pans far enough to reveal a name; Ashley O’Ryan. Moira glances up at it, and her hand reaches out toward the doorknob, but pulls back, as she shakes her head, mouthing “not yet”. She looks back toward the camera, and although it might have been a trick of the light, her smirk seems to grow just a little wider as she resumes her walk.

Moira: Not loik it mattered. It wasn’t loik ‘e was my target. When it’s ‘is time I won’t let ‘im get away so easy. No, my target was the least of wot anyone expected. I don’t know why. I warned my brother not to get involved in my business. ‘Ell, even Ashley ‘ad a lucid moment an’ warned ‘im not to get involved. ‘E didn’t listen, thought ‘imself some sort of ‘ero, defendn’ my ‘onor.

The hand holding on to the chair tightens almost until it turns white. She stops again, and anyone unfortunate to be near her at that moment scatters. However, she continues to ignore them, glaring, scowling at the camera.

Moira: I don’t need a bloody ‘ero.

She glances around at the emptiness directly around her, and smirks again, seeming to enjoy the reactions she is getting from people.

Moira: Since ‘e wasn’t exactly listenin’ I ‘ad to show ‘im. Seems a lot of people ain’t bloody listenin’. So, it’s time. I’ve been this bloody by the book technical wrestler for far too long. I was London’s Lady of ‘Ardcore, an’ it’s time to show people exactly wot that means. I ain’t gonna let my bloody ‘usband or a few losses make mey a nobody. An’ I’m gonna do that in a way I’ve ‘eld back for far too long, I’ve been too nice. An’ that way isn’t by pretendin’ to bey some bloody “superhero”.

She covers her mouth with her free hand, pretending to be shocked and embarrassed by the utterance of some top secret revelation.

Moira: Oops! Did I let out someone’s little secret? One Shane McLean is “allegedly” pretendin’ to bey a superhero called Whyt Thunda... to match roit up with the man wot ‘e calls Blaq Lightenin’. Lightenin’? It’s Lightnin’ dumbarse. If you’re “supposedly” goin’ to go through with this whole stupid thing you could at least take the trouble to pronounce the bloody name roit.

She drops both her hand and the act, frowning at the camera.

Moira: Wot is the point of that anyway? Think a superhero’s gonna save your aunt an’ uncle? You do remember them, roit? The family of yours that Ashley got all tied up to get to you... you forgot about them? ‘Oly ‘ell wot a ‘orrible nephew you are! When Raquel went an’ did that to my family I tore ‘er a new one to get them. But you go an’ forget all about your family, not doin’ a thing to try an’ rescue them?

She walks right up to the camera and stares in it so deeply her face is almost completely shadowed.

Moira: Or are they as irrelevant to you as you’ve become to the FWA?

She backs up, putting herself fully back in the florescent light, but still eyeing the camera, now almost curiously.

Moira: Is that wot this whole stupid superhero thing is about? Tryin’ to make yourself get noticed? Allegedly. I can’t forget that. “Allegedly”. No proof an’ all that. Look, it’s gonna be bloody obvious real quick when it jus’ ‘appens that you two never appear at the same time. An’ it ain’t loik it ain’t ever been done before.

She moves her free hand as if brushing the air of the words she had just spoken, walking again and scattering people in her path again simply by giving them dark looks, barely containing her amusement.

Moira: But, meh, let’s forget this whole “allegedly” superhero, or not, shite, alroit? Shane McLean is a ‘as-been so long gone that ‘is jokes ‘ave dust on them. No one cares about poor Shane anymore. ‘Ell I ain’t even exactly upset about the whole ‘im ignorin‘ mey thing. It’s old, gone, an‘ forgotten, much loik Shane ‘imself. Not worth even botherin‘ to put anywhere near my little list, so once I’m through with ‘im ‘e can jus‘ sit back an‘ watch the fireworks.

She walks near the side of the hallway, brushing the wall with her fingertips, watching her hand as she does it.

Moira: There are so many things I need to get ready for Red, White, and Bruised I wouldn’t even bother tryin’ in this match against an afterthought if it wasn’t for one thing.

Her eyes flick darkly to the camera.

Moira: Another chance at the World Title.

She looks back at her fingers dragging on the wall, but at the same time doesn’t seem to see them, completely lost in thought, and scowling again with what is on her mind.

Moira: I shouldn’t even ‘ave to go through ‘im to get it. As the most recent one to ‘ave lost the title I should bey gettin’ an’ automatic rematch. But I ain’t. I let it go. I waited... too long. Nothin’. I finally go to the “all-powerful” G-Rich’s office to demand my roit as former World Champion. An’ wot ‘appens? The bloody Snake shows up. The title shot I should ‘ave gotten G-Rich forgot about completely. Jus’ loik that. Quite convenient. Stu gets the shot, an’ I get wot, a compromise? Facin’ someone wot never got any ‘igher than the North American title to even get the bloody chance to face a shiteload of guys to then get the chance to win a shot that should already be mine! Or is this some joke, cause that was the one singles title wot ‘as always been denied to mey, the North American title, that I go up against someone who managed to get wot I couldn’t.

She stops, her hand leaving the wall abruptly and joining the other one in clutching the chair. As she talks she turns the chair over in her hands until they are grasping the legs of the chair. Now, not only are the workers giving her a wide berth in the hallway, they are leaving it entirely, and the sound of slamming doors echos, receding down the hallway. Moira’s eyes flick left and right at the noise, her arms tensing, preparing to lift the chair higher. She looks to the camera again, solemn, and dangerous.

Moira: I will not bey laughed at. My mission is stronger than ever, an’ I will gladly go through whoever I ‘ave to so that I will bey ‘eard. No, forget that, so I, an’ my work, will bey seen. Shane can go ahead an’ overshadow ‘imself with ‘is made-up superhero, but I will take out whoever I need to jus’ to make sure I will never bey that bloody desperate or pathetic. I’ve gone too far from my roots as it is an’ I will not let myself bey forgotten or ignored.

She walks slowly toward the camera, and with every step she slowly brings the chair up in preparation to swing it. She stops directly in front of the camera, now with it well within range were she to bring the chair down.

Moira: I would apologize to Shane for wot I will ‘ave to do to ‘im, but why? I ‘ave no reason to apologize to someone for bein’ better, for winnin’ when it really counts, for not stoopin’ to the same pathetic lows. ‘E ain’t on my list, but ‘e’s a necessary casualty. An’ after wot I ‘ave planned for this night no super powers wot anyone could come up with will erase the mark I’m gonna make. Watch your backs FWA, London’s Lady of ‘Ardcore is back... and ready to ascend ‘er throne as the true ‘Ardcore Queen.

One last step forward and she swings the chair. There is a very slight movement of the camera, the cameraman tensing in preparation for the impact. But right before any contact is made, Moira stops the chair midswing, dropping her arms. She steps back, studying the reaction of the cameraman. Her laughter echoes even after the screen goes black.

[jabberwocky]

a dark room. the lighting is poor. the walls are brick

A bottle smashes against the wall suddenly.

Ashley o'ryan

She loves me.

A second bottle smashes against the wall.

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She loves me not.

A third bottle hits

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She loves me.

Ashley is about to throw another bottle, but stops and glances over with a smile.

ASHLEY O'RYAN

Ah. Glad you could make it. Per'aps you can 'elp me make 'ide or 'are of women. Well not all women, just one woman. Moira.

Ashley flings the bottle at the wall

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She loves me not. See, after last week I've been quite confused. I mean wot is going through that womans mind?

Another bottle flings from his hand, shattering against the wall.

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She loves me. See...Why would she hit 'er own brother with a chair?

Yet another bottle.

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She loves me not. Maybe she doesn't love me. 'ell she probably 'as 'er own agenda. I'm probably lucky that she didn't 'it me with the chair.

Another bottle flys from his hand after he takes a huge swig from it.

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She love me. But me dwelling on it right now will do no good. I'll just watch me back. Like I could trust 'er.

He flings another bottle hard against the wall

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She HATES me. I should just face it. 'ell its not like I like the bitch. I'm just so...

He scratches his head neurotically.

ASHLEY O'RYAN

Maybe I should do a little test. See I know that 'arlot has been sleeping with Devin Golden. Pathetic. So 'eres wot is going to 'appen. Tonight I face poor foolish Devin finally one on one. See this 'as been a long time coming. So long that I'm sure the lovebirds 'ave forgotten all about lil old me. So we'll see wot the reaction will be when I rip Devin open and paint the ring Golden.

He flings another bottle in anger

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She loves me.

Another bottle

ASHLEY O'RYAN

She hates me..

He looks over at the endless supply of bottles

ASHLEY O'RYAN

I might never know. I know I'll destroy somebody she does love though. I might destroy meself doing it.
Golden, see you in the ring you BASTARD. Destroy my marriage I destory you.

The scene ends with Ashley smashing whole boxes of bottles in a fit of sudden anger.

[Engaged To Ouellet]

Not every Hero enjoys acclaim, not every Monster is slain...some Phoenix’s don’t rise from the flame, while their Killers drive the world insane...here within the hours to come the hero will fall and his ashes will be scattered upon his where they began.


Jack Severino...a man become monster...or perhaps he was never human at all. A living breathing cancer plaguing the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. The physical incarnation of the Khmer Rouge. Driven by his bloodlust and the consuming desire to burn the world and play in the ashes. No religion ever predicted such evil for he is beyond such simple labels. No voices whisper in his ear...no devil commands him...no god challenges him. He simply is a butcher, a sadist, a slaughterer wielding a cruel remorseless mind and the body to craft his every whim. He toys with so many...stringing them along like a puppet until they have nothing left and are then cast aside. His stain upon the world is permanent his deeds and as unfortunate upon the good in humanity as they may be his vast accomplishments will never be forgotten. Jack Severino...with a trail of broken homes...broken bones...broken dreams...and broken hearts in his wake. The blood of the unfortunate many line his boots with a crimson glow. His cruel claws which have strangled the fight from so many yield a blade begging for blood.

Those were all just words and you had heard them all, people could go on forever trying to describe him...but it was always in vain. He can’t be summed up so simply especially by people who don’t appreciate his work. They watch from the outside and label him...only ‘monster’ what Jack calls himself came close to defining what he was...to you though he’s so much more.

He was your idol...your personal god...your master...your king...you even loved him but knew he felt nothing back. You saw it in his eyes...tasted it in his kiss and felt it in his embrace. But still you loved him; he has given your life meaning and shattered your own label of simply being...Jillian’s little sister. A life spent in her shadow now Jack taught you how to embrace those hatred spawned desires. He even let you try and scalp Vladimir Boyka and allows you to carry his blade. When he had everything ripped away from his grasp by Gabrielle, Michael and your brother in law Jack soon found you. He’s taken you under his wing and crafted your own mind into a weapon. In his absence, when everyone else thought it was safe he was planning his next step. He held your life in the palm of his hand but did not crush it, he bettered it, something Jillian would never understand. In Jack you saw complete power, a creature that can only be briefly halted but never stopped. You had watched him claw his way to the top before...now you were his favourite weapon to get back there once again. You would do everything he asked to help him and he knew it. Some people would call you pet, slave, pawn...such labels like those thrust upon him were meaningless to Jack. You were simply Nathalie De Silva. Spitting upon the De Silva name as you bathe in the river of blood he has created. You knew people wouldn’t understand when you first grasped his hand in submission to his ways, his rule and his...companionship. They refused to acknowledge his brilliance, denied his twisted craft and begged to be saved from the flames. You knew you were protected as long as you served him lovingly and made him proud. The fires wouldn’t touch you...but make no mistake this was not preservation this was devotion. No man...no woman either you had ever known had conjured such presence. Nobody else had this ability to paralyse grown men with one unnerving glance. He is Jack Severino...he is The Modern Day Anarchist...he is The Tainted King...he is The Unhuman Monster. You are his crimson stained Princess, his personal Harlequin and at his feet the surrounding world was perfect. All those screams rolling into one were a sweet lullaby...a sign that he was doing what he confided to you. Now the war that had killed what remained of his heart that you will never know...was finally coming to a head...finally...the screams he had been waiting for so long were coming, and you would bask in them beside him.






You watch him in admiration as he approaches you in the stillness of the cold night. the flutter of your heart in his presence almost making you forget the handheld camera in your hand. You draw it up to film him as he comes to stand before you, gazing upon you with what could almost be called a smile. His attire consists of his blood smeared leather boots, a pair of tattered blue denim jeans, an unbuttoned black tuxedo jacket and a black top hat. Looking at him you can’t help but giggle...the monster almost looks classy, his eyes are anything but...they are soulless and emotionless, there’s no trace of humanity in them. The red plush red Phoenix stuffed toy in his hands furthers the creepy visage of tainted class and playfulness. He runs a hand through your long hair as you stand before him in a pair of jeans, a baby-tee and a leather jacket. Though it is cold and the wind easily whips up under your jacket under his gaze you gain a warmness, the purpose and meaning he gives your life protecting you from everything else. He hands you the shovel he had carried and lets you lead the way further and further down the trail...before he begins to speak.

Jack Severino: Michael...Servin...The Phoenix...The Hero...the one man who has never accepted being just another lamb for the slaughter. That’s what so many people see in Michael...a relentless hero who freed Karolina from my grip and never backs down. I still see that scared little lamb...voice quivering as you found the nerve to speak up to me so long ago in the Phoenix Lounge. The Phoenix found his nerve in the Phoenix Lounge...how fitting, even more so when that night will be the reason why you have to rise from the ashes...that were once your body. You had the nerve to speak up Michael...unable to just sit by and watch as I tore Karolina away from Vladimir, right from the beginning you fought for her freedom. You were but a simple nuisance though Michael...I paid you little mind and swatted you aside like a bug every time you tried to save poor little Karolina. But you were always still there Michael...always fighting on for the good in humanity...you even believed I could be saved Michael. You believed the man Jack Severino could be salvaged and born again in the light.

The man could have been Michael...once...before you and Gabrielle killed him and I that which had always lurked in his mind forgotten and ignored was given freedom. You could have saved the man Michael...but never the monster, I was born this way but my parents denied it and made me weak. I became nothing more than a ‘dark passenger’ inside a man’s mind.

Jack shakes his head as he chuckles cruelly before motioning you closer to him. You quickly do so, caressing his chest with your hands as you stare up into his cold eyes.

Jack Severino: Dark passenger...it is no more I am what I was a birth...and what I will be at death. Unlike you Michael, your Dark Passenger still exists in the back of your mind...are you truly a hero or do you simply fight against what you see in others that remind you of yourself?

A Hero or a Monster denying its depravity?

You can try and buy your soul back Michael...you can fight what you are with all your heart but it will win in the end, you will hurt Karolina more than I ever did. It will kill that woman to see her hero become as foul as her tormentor...your fighting against this darkness only prolongs it. I can see the pain you cause her Michael...she loves you...but she’s scared of you and more than just losing you. I still remember the terms of the match we never had...you wanted her freedom and all I wanted was for you to spit in the face of a fan. I thought that would hurt you so much Hero...but what you’re doing to Karolina I know that hurts you so much more. Now that we finally meet in the ring we have no stipulations afterall you have already stolen Karolina away from me. This match is simply my opportunity to scalp you and leave you broken in the ring...Karo’s tears falling like rain as she gazes upon her hero.

You Michael get to try and show that all your fighting was never in vain, that being a good guy can actually lead to a happily ever after. Maybe from the hospital bed when the morphine drip takes away all your concerns you can get that happily ever after. Even if i could still feel it I would have no remorse for what I do to you... YOU WERE WARNED PHOENIX! Everyone else avoids me like the plaque...when you didn’t I put you in a coma where your sister Lauren could watch over you in sadness. But that obviously never taught you anything Michael...you could never just accept the inevitability of your suffering and avoid it, step aside and live in denial, live in bliss. You lived for so long without Karolina, so many years not even knowing she existed, you could have so easily just moved on and forgotten her. But I will never let you forget now...you will never forget the scars I leave upon you and the scars upon Karolina’s psyche, upon her heart. She will never be whole again Michael, she will always fear that she will wind back up on her leash.

You missed out on witnessing me join the Age Of The Fallen...when my depravity and darkness was made so abundantly clear last year at Red, White and Bruised because I put you in that deep sleep. You will get to see it up close now though Michael...you will regret every time you stepped up to me...every time you spoke up against me, but most of all taking Karolina from my grip and showing her love. When she told you to leave it be, when she had died inside and submitted to me you still fought on. I hope for your sake Michael you have that same drive to fight for yourself, draw it out...make the suffering so much longer. You will pay for everything Michael...you believe that you as the hero are the one to Wright the wrongs but that is not the case. This isn’t some fairytale where everything will work out...this is my playpen, my slaughterhouse where I shatter people’s lives in every aspect.

He turns back to face you that demonic grin upon his face...it excites and terrifies you before he steps aside and you notice two tombstones. They seem to be immaculately taken care of with fresh flowers placed before all three.

Jack Severino: Here lies the family Servin...mommy...daddy... and little Michael. Karolina will come here everyday...I will allow that, I will let her come and see you, remember what she lost as you lie dead and buried with your parents. You can’t stop me Michael you are but a man bound by your emotions and thus your weaknesses...I am a killer. I am a monster in its purest sense, I have no distractions...all I have is Nathalie and she would throw herself upon a sword to protect me. I can get to you in so many ways Michael...your parent’s death...your sister...your failings in the FWA and of course my every breath that horrifies Karolina, keeping her wounds forever open.

He grins at you excitedly before taking the shovel from your hands, letting you focus on him begin to dig up one of the graves with a childlike glee. He doesn’t dig far before tossing the shovel aside and knocking over one of the tombstones and crouching down upon the casket.

Jack Severino: Its mother Michael...you never got to meet her...but I will introduce you two now.

You pass him his bloodstained knife and he plunges it into the coffin, ripping and tearing at the timber till he has carved a hole and then clutches the Phoenix doll tightly.

Jack Severino: Here she is Michael...your mother you killed her when you were born...you were truly born in blood...born in death and it is death that will reunite you two. This the lows I can sink Michael...even with your dark passenger you can’t compare...

Jack then drops the Phoenix inside the coffin and stands up before stomping on the coffin, sending his foot crashing through with a sickening crunch like a skull being shattered which brings him traces of delight to his inhuman being.

Jack Severino: You will lose this war Michael...you are a shadow of what you wanted to be while I have become the darkness in every shadow. Karolina will attest to this, she is always so jumpy at the unknown...but with good reason her hero...is about to be slain by the monster he saved her from.

Jack breaks into laughter as he beckons you closer, you wrap your arms around him and he tosses the camera aside as he embraces you with a kiss and you join his stare as you both gaze down upon the bright red fluff inside the casket...one last time.

[L.A.I.N.E.Y.]

'Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.'
Thomas Edison

'Remember the two benefits of failure. First, if you do fail, you learn what doesn't work; and second, the failure gives you the opportunity to try a new approach.'
Roger Von Oech

Mistakes are human nature,
Every human makes mistakes...mistakes can be associated with failure,
Failure can be associated with not enough motivation and maturity in my case,
My failure was immense costing me nine months of my career and the end result made it all...worthless,
My lone mistake this year was not being the victor in the fifth battle to comprehensively be victorious in the war,
I have not made ‘mistakes’, only one mistake but that one mistake far out shadows the series of ‘mistakes’ made by many this year in my field,
I will rectify my lone mistake,
I am motivated,
I am mature enough to understand now it’s not over...till it’s over,
I will accept nothing less than defeat,
And finally I will take...my rightful prize and accomplishment

Inside the locker room of Rocky Creed shows the number one contender in a light workout, trying to pass the time before he steps out for another FWA championship match.

I don’t think I’ve let the public see me like this so close to a huge match...at least not for a long time but I felt it was important to show the emotion...show the anxiety and nervousness which goes into such an important match in my FWA career. Tonight I face off against former World and TV champion Darnell Porter and of course the reigning FWA champion himself Drew Jolson. It is yet another FWA title match for Rocky Creed I understand but at every opportunity I have earned it, I know there are critics who want to devalue my heart and motivation but for once I am drowning the critics out of my mind and focusing on purely what I can control. This is my 4th FWA title match this year...I can’t deny it my previous three opportunities I failed. I failed at Ace’s High, I failed on Fight Night and I finally failed at Back in Business V against Matt Boudreau. Failure for the first two times might have been beneficial and a great learning experience as to what I have to do to win in my third and final opportunity but it didn’t cultivate and all I can say is...I failed against Matt Boudreau. Mistakes will be made again in the future by me but tonight will not be one of them, I don’t care who I have to pin or submit...I will walk out with the FWA championship in my hands. I don’t have anything personal against either of these two men except for the fact they are trying to stop me from achieving my ultimate goal. I will become FWA Champion tonight; there will not need to be any more second chances as it is destiny that Rocky Creed becomes the new and next dominating FWA champion. The road after Back in Business V has not been easy at all, I have lost motivation and determination in various matches which has cost me a few victories but the past will not be a reflection tonight.

Creed walks over to the television and he presses the play button on the DVD recorder and it shows Drew Jolson naming himself the new FWA champion.

Drew Jolson officially named himself the new FWA Champion a few weeks ago and I was absolutely disgusted with his decision, he didn’t keep the title vacated to let guys like Darnell and I battle it out to see who is truly the best on Fight Night...no he let his own ego influence his decision. Jolson didn’t have many motives for his decision; he just wanted to have the most prestigious championship in wrestling today in his possession. He obviously is not the best wrestler in the world and as such it makes his FWA championship run seem invalid, having the FWA championship proves that you ARE the BEST in the world, period. No debates about the WWE, ROH, TNA or any other promotion, the FWA is the best promotion in the world and the best championship in the world is the FWA championship on the Fight Night show. Drew Jolson’s title reign will merely be a footnote in FWA history after tonight, sure he has had more success than even the great G-Rich as champion but in the end it will be meaningless, he will be proven as a fraud and consequently his title reign will never be discussed positively. The most undeserving champion in FWA history will face two of the best in FWA history in Darnell Porter and I, Jolson has a death wish pure and simple. He will be torn apart by both of us because at the end of the day Jolson is not even a factor. Darnell and I always want to know who is the better wrestler between us, and to do that we need to turn the triple threat match into a singles match but being honest...I don’t think it will take too long to make Jolson unable to compete.

There is an old PPV promotional poster on the wall of Creed’s locker room specifically for the World Television Championship match between Darnell Porter and him, he looks at the poster for quite a while before speaking again.

I cannot leave out Darnell Porter...he is of course a former FWA World Heavyweight champion even if it was a very disappointing reign last year. This is almost a rematch for us from the last edition of Red, White and Bruised where we had a gruelling match for then my World Television Championship and on that night...he got the better of me but we haven’t had an opportunity to face off in such a big stakes match until now. I know I am superior to Darnell Porter and that I am the more talented individual but after our only singles match; I never had an opportunity to prove it as I entered into a nine month long feud with Matt Boudreau. Darnell Porter thought for just a split second that he was the NEW FWA champion a few months ago but instead he fell into one of the most intelligent plans in FWA history, Matt Boudreau fooled everyone in that arena by stating he would relinquish his title to the winner of the Beat the Clock challenge. Darnell Porter was given the crack of trying to dethrone the reign of Matt Boudreau after months of complaining that he deserved a title shot instead of me, and he failed like everyone else did against Boudreau. Matt Boudreau was at his weakest obviously when he faced Darnell Porter, the disease was worsening at every second and he still managed to retain the title. Porter...it proved that you are not superior to me, we are merely equals at this time until I finally win the FWA championship tonight and prove that I am better than you. Darnell, the one thing that annoys me most about you is sometimes I feel you enjoy your outside of FWA interests more than professional wrestling, you would rather be collecting an award at the Grammy’s then winning in a FWA ring. You prefer to be a ‘showman’ than a technical master such as myself and in the end you will be fully exposed and have to bow out from the FWA because everybody would have surpassed your level, there seemed to be a shock when young Anthony defeated you but it was no shock to me. Anthony has raw talent and passion and Darnell...you are losing your passion. You cost yourself and I a couple of tag team matches because of your lack of passion and I’m still angry at you for doing that. I never ‘lost’ my motivation or determination, it just reduced as I kept on reflecting on what could have been after my loss at Back in Business V. I tried to find inspiration after such a dark time in my career and it was not easy to find...but I don’t need to look for inspiration anymore. The FWA Championship match is inspiration enough for me and I will be heavily inspired coming into tonight, I will be at 110% and I will give it my all to walk out as the next FWA champion. Tonight I will rectify my lone mistake of 2010 and become the NEW FWA champion.

[Dr Nash]

Scene opens up as cameras are rolling in front a sun on the decline with reddish tint to the blue sky with few white clouds. There is greenish with few fellow leaved trees in the forest amongst the trail we are on. Not a sound is heard almost if sound was vacant. The trail further the forest with a variety of birch, cedar and pine are on both sides of the trail. The sound of walking is heard far down on the trail. We then hear a hornets buzzing away as we see a hornet’s hive high in a pine tree. Few hornets fly out of the hive as cameras views it. Cameras keep rolling as we press on through the trail through this forest. We look over head and we make out an eagle fly across the sun as with the reddish tint to the blue sky. We hear chipmunks and squirrels running branch to branch making their way up the trees before the sun goes down completely. We continue walking down the trail as a breeze picks up as the trees sway as we hear branches hitting one another. We hear shrubs shaking from the breeze. We soon hear the sound of an owl hooting in the night as the moon rises to the blackened sky. The breeze grows stronger as we continue walking down the trail. The stars begin shine as the clear night sky lights. We continue walking down the trail. We come to a fork in the road as two paths separate from the trail we are on. The wind becomes stronger as a crow flies to the ground. Stopping and walking in front of a rock fire pit with recently cut wood in the rock fireplace. The crow begins to caw. We suddenly hear an all too familiar voice brushing us from the trees.


‘ In a stronger age than this decaying, self-doubting present, he must yet come to us, the redeeming man, of great love and contempt the creative sprite whose compelling strength will not let him rest in any aloofness or any beyond whose isolation is misunderstood by people as if it were flight from reality–while it is only his absorption, immersion, penetration, into reality, so that, when he one day emerges again into the light, he may bring home the redemption of this reality; its redemption from the curse that the hitherto reigning ideal has laid upon it. The man of the future, who will redeem us not only from the hitherto reigning ideal but also from that which was bound to grow out of it, the great nausea, will to nothingness, nihilism; this bell-stroke of noon and of the great decision that liberates that will again and restore its goal to the Earth and hope to man; This Antichrist and Antinihilist; The Victor over God and Nothingness- He must come one day.’


• We hear the bushes in behind the rock fire being brushed against by something large. Crunching is heard as sticks on the ground snap. Something...rather someone walks through the bush behind the rock fire pit. He is wearing black leather jacket with no shirt underneath; the bronze gold zipper and buttons shines from the bright moonlight. The man...if you want to even call him that reaches into his pocket in his white washed blue jeans with tatters on the right knee and right under the left knee. Quickly he pulls out a book of matches. He strikes the head of the match against the rough almost sandpaper like surface on the book of the matches. The head of match lights up as flame burns. Quickly the man puts the book of matches back into pocket. While he holds the match in front of his face. We see long brown hair along with a thick beard. Along with a light blue eye and pure white eye. It is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He drops the match into the rock fire pit that already has cut wood in there. Within thirty seconds a fire emerges in the rock fire pit. The embers glow as they crackle as it begins to smoke. The camera zooms onto Stu as he slowly begins to talk.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Crossroads is something that will always be met somewhere down the road. It’s all about making tough decisions that can have serious implications to things. Crossroads also means for many questioning their very own beliefs or beliefs of another. If they were led a stray by a certain belief would they continue being led a stray or find beliefs elsewhere or better yet have their own beliefs for a change. Everyone always walks the straight and narrow path since the day they were born. I walked a straight and narrow path or another until I was left alone and I had to make my own path for myself. Along with set in my very own rules and morals. Hell I even followed a narrow path trying to find....love [*Stu looks down on his feet as he sighs then looks back up at the camera*] from a women I once thought I had a connection with. The only thing I garnered from walking the narrow and straight path of love for Jenny Ignito was heartbreak and disappointment. I had my share of disappointment but never something near this level. And to think I actually thought I had heart when the truth is I hate love and I love to hate. I shouldn’t have walked down that path as I would have been...happier if that is even believable to some. I have heard it be whispered by all in FWA wrestler and the fans. The only time Stu is happy is when he is making someone miserable. Praying and crippling the weak; destroying their lives that cannot be repaired. That is a fairly accurate assumption but there is more to it than that. In order for me to be happy I need a prize and I’m not talking about wearing the blood of the people who have fallen before me. I’m talking wearing the FWA World Heavyweight Title again. I need to give purpose back into so many people’s lives. I want the attention of everyone because I’m afterthought too many. Yet people need me to give meaning and purpose in their lives. Look at Ashley O’Ryan I gave him purpose again and now he seems happier. Even though Moira beginning to crack. Funny how jealousy can bring out the worst of people?


• Stu chuckles as the embers of the fire crackle as the sounds of the bushes moving from the wind is heard along with trees shaking.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: People said I’m jealous which is accurate. I will not deny it or shy away from it. I never got the perks others got while I was growing up. While they were being pampered I was busy just trying to survive after being abandoned. Nothing came my way for a long time. I was self doubting constantly with dealing with the hand that was dealt to me. The doubting stopped after I found solace going down the path of darkness. All my fears and doubts left me but I was hungry. I felt the world owed me something which I still feel to this day it owes me something. Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair was given nothing and made something of when learned from the legendary Jake Roberts. I was a prized pupil but that wasn’t enough of for me. I was lead to another crossroad in my life. Do I want to keeping going down this path and await for opportunities for me or do I create my own opportunities? I had the tools and knowledge taught to me so it was a given that I chose to create my own opportunities. Fast forward to two years ago. I came to another crossroad in my life. I saw my partner Ashley O’Ryan achieving and being the talk of the town and I was not even mentioned. He wasn’t there when I needed because of the hardship Jenny and I were going through at the time. Yet I saw something that would benefit me greatly. That being The Unholy Uprising that brought the worst out of me. I was worse than before but it was for the better. I did become World Heavyweight Champion creating purposes as I ruined lives for the mere sake of laughter. However shortly eight months later my life encountered ultimate heart break.


• Stu looks at his feet shortly then stares at the fire. The fire reflects off of Stu’s eyes as the sound of the embers of the fire crackling is heard.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Jenny the person I once cared for feel for another about for marriage. I wasn’t hurt by it but only when she was trying to console me. She kept getting involved to point I nearly set Jenny Ignito on fire. However I came back stronger or did I? Earlier this year it seemed as I wasn’t myself. I felt almost human like. I took physical abuse when usually made me stronger however it lead to my own downfall in the match. I came to crossroad after the match wondering what do as I had lost my way. [* Stu raises head as stares at the camera with a sadistic smirk*] It always is ‘good’ to have family to turn to as Wolf set me straight. He helped me remember who I was and rechristened the most sadistic unforgiving wrestler in the world. My actions speak for themselves which does not need mention as they are still on the minds of everyone. They remembered the fear they have for him and this nightmare there are experiencing is a dream they aren’t waking up. Right now I’m looking at you Nemesis. You seem to be in a dream and clearly on cloud nine. You achieved your dream and made an impact that I will not deny you credit for. I had fear instilled mere days after you fulfilled your dream winning the FWA World Heavyweight Title at Madison Square garden. I remember you claimed that I’m not who I am. I’m not a man bent on mutilation and destruction on others for his own personal amusement. Rather I am someone who cares as you say I demonstrated at Aces High. I don’t care about anyone expect myself, my brother and of course my colleague Jack Severino.


• Stu chuckles as he stares into fire. The reflection of fire is seen in Stu’s eyes. He turns his face back to camera with a serious look on his face.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Yet this final Crossfire before Red White and Bruised you are still convinced I am not who I say I am. All because of my frustration for OUR match not being the Main Event match of the paper view. Its further then my upmost disgust for a man screaming for God to end it all for him being ‘The Idol’ Matt Boudreau. Also the spineless, power crazy manipulative bastard G-Rich. Its more about me being OVERSHADOWED AND BEING PUSHED TO THE SIDE. THEN BECOMING FORGOTTEN. [*Stu shakes his head side to side violently*] I can’t allow myself to become complacent and ignored. I have the attention of all and I can’t give it up. Yes Nemesis I am like them I want the lime light. I want to be on the minds of everyone AND HAVE THEM ALWAYS ON THEIR TOES WONDERING WHAT I WILL DO. WHEN I WILL STRIKE AND HOW I WILL STRIKE. Always wondering can led many into the despairs of fear and desperation. I feed and get off on that because THATS I HOW I OPERATE. MOST OF ALL IT’S HOW I LIVE. Just because a red headed ******* who messed around when we were together claims that I have a child doesn’t mean I am a better man because of it. It changes nothing as this son I have with this women is nothing more than an illusion. Even if my son proved to be a reality I wouldn’t change who I am or how I operate because of it. If I came to a crossroads because of it I would still move on with my son being nothing more than after thought to me. [*Stu snickers*] To be quite honest Nemesis you are a bad judge of character. I am a hard person to read and like so many others you misread dearly. Without a doubt in anyone’s mind that will cost you greatly.


• Stu gazes at the embers burning in the rock fire pits as the embers crackle. The sound of bushes moving and the trees swaying caused by the wind is heard


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Thing is Nemesis you made a bad choice when you dealt with your crossroads many months back. Instead of working whatever issues Bullseye Johnson had with you did nothing about it. You acknowledged it but never dealt with to working things out resolving the problems between you two. Bullseye is responsible for snapping the way he did before you won the title. However Cursed Bloodline attack on you and your brothers in arms Sons of Liberty seemed to bring you guys together. However it was nothing more than a fake illusion . Offering him that title was the right thing to do but in a street fight seemed questionable. Given the fact that doesn’t seem like friendly competition and this a snake telling you this. It more seems you are setting Bullseye up to snap on you. Making him get himself get suspended and sent to Fight Night because of this. It was though you were trying to paint an illusion to all that Bullseye wasn’t stable and wasn’t worthy enough to be a brother of arms with you in Sons of Liberty. It seems I was quite accurate about the statement I made before we faced off at Betrayal. That you were like me given our separate history growing up including a sad event losing your girlfriend. I said that there was vengeance in you and now the bitterness is showing. You may not notice but I do. You set up Bullseye because you knew he would do everything in his power to ensure he would become FWA World Heavyweight Champion in that street fight including fighting with no honour.


• Stu smirks as he gazes into the fire as the embers crackle.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Just who in the hell are you trying to kid Nemesis. You are no better than me at least I have class. [*Stu laughs unpleasantly*] I look at you now and I see you have many crossroads standing right in front of you. One of them being what I just touched on. Let me clarify. YOU CAN’T BE A KILLER AND BE A HERO. IT DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY. You need to make a choice Nemesis whether you stand on the side of the light. Or you stand in the shroud of darkness. You can’t stand in the middle on both of these parts. I am devout endorser for evil and the darkness that lies on this path. You can say it made a bitter, selfish, jealous and malicious monster but I like what it made me become. However to a surprise of many it didn’t come at a price. What’s the price you are dealing with right now Nemesis? I know that unlike me you have a conscious. It has to be wearing down on you heavily for what you have done to Bullseye Johnson. There is a great burden I can see in you when you walk and it’s time that burden is lifted off your shoulders. I can do just that for you by having you admit you are no better than me because of the course of actions you took. The end is drawing near as you face another crossroads right now hours upon hours before the match. I am not suffering from any sort of injuries that would plague me. I am in perfect health. While I look at a one legged man in an ass kicking he can’t win. Even he knows he can’t win. You see Nemesis your knee is crippled beyond comprehension. I even doubt that you can comprehend the serious of your injury. I am the most sadistic man on the planet and without a doubt I will make your knee become worse. I love crippling someone but I like torturing and manipulating an injury to the fullest. Hearing them scream in agony is something I can listen to all day long.


• Stu chuckles as he stares in the embers of the fire as they crackle. The wind continues blowing as the bushes ruffle as the trees sway. He looks back at the camera


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Hearing you Nemesis would be a delight as I haven’t heard you moan in agony ever since that cobra dug it’s fangs into your arm. This me are talking Nemesis and I have every intention of destroy to such a degree it can’t be fixed. It would have to be amputated leaving you with nothing more and nothing less than a stump of a leg. That knee will broken more times than George W Bush told lies to everyone in The United States. I have no mercy and I don’t plan ever having mercy. I am not going to have mercy or sympathy because of your injured knee. If you want to benefit your health Nemesis don’t bother showing up. There is no shame in being a wise man picking and choosing his fights. A man’s health always comes first which brings you to crossroads hours upon hours before the paper view. Do you valour your health or defending your pride and honour being the FWA World Heavyweight Champion? You know very well Nemesis if I see an injury I will exploit it. It isn’t an easy choice for you to make Nemesis but a one that will have serious ramifications whatever your choice will be. Think long and hard about this Nemesis. You may shame and disgrace your honour but you will spare the threat of injury becoming worst. With it being me who you face off against I would do enough serious damage that it would force you into retirement. Making it two people going in retirement at Red White Bruised. I have made conscious decision with every move I have ever taken. I am where I am because of those choices I made when I came to a crossroads. What’s your choice going to be Nemesis? I know your style living just for dying and dying for all of those fans. Yes they may play into your decision but you need to do what is best for you not what is best for them. It’s all about putting yourself first to get what you want in life. What I want is what is around your waist being the FWA World Heavyweight title.


• Stu smirks as the embers crackle from the fire in the rock fire pit.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I may have lost by the referee SCREWING me out of the title but I will not let it happen again. Nemesis I told you if you wanted vengeance you would have to make to graves one being for your enemy and one for yourself. I presume you already made those graves because I am will to be on the verge of death just so I can become champion again. I know you are willing to die just to defend what you fought so long for and achieving it being the FWA World Heavyweight Title. Now then Nemesis If I do recall you told me you were going to set me free? Freeing me from my shackles to the dark side. Well Nemesis I am going to set you free so you can show the world who YOU really are.


• Stu spreads his arms to the side as the sound of wind blowing the bushes and trees is heard along with the embers crackling from the fire in the rock fire pit. The glow of the fire slowly dies as smoke rises from the rock fire pit leaving nothing more than ashes. A sound of crow cawing is heard as it is standing in front of the rock fire pit.


End of Scene.

[TheBigBang]

A T T R I T I O N

. . .

Howling winds. Dust-filled air in the sandy fog. A barren stretch of land; horrifyingly infinite. No sunshine or darkness, but instead, a perpetual twilight. A state of oblivion -- caught between two worlds. The hard, unforgiving ground gives no comfort. A young man stomps along hurriedly. He runs faster and faster, charging blindly, foolishly, as explosions and gunfire go off in the distance. He stands out from the clouded sepia landscape in dark green fatigues. His black combat boots slam down hard, his feet ache, and his muscles pump acid. His automatic rifle fires 500 rounds per minute wildly into the air at an unseen target. Suddenly, his chest is riddled with holes. They spurt blood that stain his fatigues. The young soldier’s eyes go white as he drops to his knees. He clutches at his dog tags, holding them tightly in his fist, before he collapses face-down into the bloody sand. His helmet tumbles off his head and rolls in the dirt, spinning on its side until finally landing upside down. He chokes on the air, struggling to draw breath. Blood drips from the corner of his mouth. His body goes limp and he exhales slowly for the very last time. As soon as it leaves his body, silence sweeps over the stretch of barren land. The gunfire and explosions stop. The dust settles. The young soldier lays motionless. The howling winds sweep up the dust again and brush it over him, as if to bury him where he’s fallen. Moments pass and nothing stirs until sand crunching under footsteps can be heard faintly. It comes closer. A long shadow appears beside the fallen man. Closer still until beside the dead soldier stands a man out of place. He wears all black; a button down shirt, slacks and loafers. He looks down at the fallen soldier.

Nemesis
“Once so full of life… but not anymore. His youth was stolen and it wasted away, never to return to him again. He had no self-reflection. He didn’t have the time. DIdn’t have the time to look at his life and wonder exactly what went wrong for him to be in this situation. I’m sure, even in his final breath, that the answer escaped him. Despite what they say, all is not answered in death. His innocence wasn’t enough to know what it all was for. His death answered no questions about the frailty of life. He marched headlong into a war he didn’t start and died for a fight he knew he wouldn’t win. He did it because he didn’t know any better. He thought he was doing the right thing, standing up for all the right reasons. They would say… ‘Keep it up, kid. You’re doin’ great.’ … They say how well he’s doing. They’d encourage a dog to bite, but never explain why. Sad thing is, the dog doesn’t even ask for an explanation. A lot like this poor bastard. Ending up face down in a puddle of your own blood probably wasn’t in the brochure. ‘Enlist today! And throw your youth away!’. Shocking how easily broken, how easily SHATTERED your life can end up. An old man dies and it’s expected. A young man dies and it’s a tragedy. Tragic… only because he died without knowing that his death meant nothing. Changed nothing. Much like… myself. I can’t help but think of how much time, how much of my frail youth has been wasted. When I first stepped through the doors of the FWA and signed my contract, signed my life away, I was full of energy. I was ready to go through the rigors of the every day FWA superstar’s life. It was a dream come true. I quickly learned that, like a young soldier marching across a battlefield, my youthful ignorance wasn’t doing me any favors. People like Drew Jolson, Thomas Princeton, and Jack Severino… they made that boyhood dream a grown man’s worst nightmare. During my tenure with Fight Night I made more enemies than friends by no other way than being totally ignorant to the truth. … The truth that no matter what your intentions, no matter what great reason you have for doing what you do… it means nothing to the people who oppose you, to the people who want to see nothing more than your broken body laying at their feet. Over the past few years, I’ve grown and learned. I’ve learned the harsh lessons that childlike ignorance and excitement only last as long as your enemies decide. Underneath all the bruises, stitches, and broken bones is a soul that’s now old enough to know that its youth… is dead. I find new wounds every day and each one reminds me of a time where I didn’t know any better. … And that’s what I deserve for my ignorance. I feel cold now… Like stone bathed in metal; hard on the outside and just as unforgiving underneath. That’s the way I’ll always feel.”

He crouches down beside the body. Taking his hand, he nudges the soldier over so that he lays facing up. The young man is still gripping his dog tags. Nemesis looks into the white eyes of the soldier and sees that the man he is looking at… is himself. Face covered in blood and dirt, a younger version of himself -- his youth -- is dead. Nemesis loosens the grip of his doppelgänger and takes the dog tags from him. He reaches up and puts the tags over his head. They hang down against his chest, blood-stained and dirty.

Nemesis
“It wasn’t always like this. At some point… your scope of things changes. I found strength in a strange place. I had someone I considered family. My great love… Whatever softness or compassion I had died with her and despite the fact that I’ve found friends, found companions, and people who share my own ideals… it’s not the same. I’ve found that whenever I gain something, I eventually lose it. It’s inevitable. The love of my life was taken from me forever. The Sons of Liberty have imploded; not because of Bullseye Johnson’s jealousy, but because of the natural order of things. That order exists to ensure that I cannot POSSIBLY have any kind of human attachment for any longer period of time than absolutely necessary. … It’s what’s shaped me, molded me into the thing I am today. Constantly walking in and out of my own mind for the answers instead of having a family to ask. My family is dead… but Stu St. Clair; his family showed its face to him for the first time not too long ago. Almost as if the death of my family provoked the life of his. I saw that little boy in the arms of Jenny Ignito, watched as she removed the wool from Stu St. Clair’s eyes and revealed a world him had never experienced: the world of fatherhood. I watched all of this and knew the choices he would have to make. What is Stu St. Clair able to sacrifice for the sake of his child? Is he even capable of sacrifice? Everything he’s ever done has always only been for himself. Raising a child to be a well-adjusted member of society is gonna’ take a little bit of adjusting of his own. I feel a cold chill run up my spine when I think of that boy’s future. The Demon Seed, born from a mother who’s just as twisted and conniving as his father. St. Clair’s got his brother, his long lost love has returned, and now… an heir. He’s got the strength of a family behind him now. It only gives him more to use against me… more to wear me down with. Our war isn’t to find out who’s stronger or who’s the better wrestler… it’s a war of attrition. Our fight is one of longevity. Stu St. Clair now has everything I once thought would make me complete. He has his love, he has his family… He has a support structure. If he falls, they’re right there to catch him. If I fall… I fall forever. I’d say The Snake has the advantage here… One snake is dangerous, but a whole pit of vipers is certain death. Stu’s proven he’s capable of destroying a man. He’s capable of destroying anything he damn well pleases. After all that’s been taken from me. I’m worn down. He has me right where he wants me. … Or does he? I may have lost my love, my family, and my brothers… but I have the one thing that no one else does. I have the one thing that every single person in our world dreams of having. The World Heavyweight Championship is now my love, it’s my family now. It’s my strength.”

He reaches down and glides two fingers over the young soldier’s eyes, forcing them closed for dignity’s sake. He stands and looks into the void.

Nemesis
“Not all of it’s bad. The picture isn’t as gloomy as I paint it to be. There are plenty of upsides to being the archetypal ‘lone wolf’. When you spend so much time alone it’s easy to reflect. It’s easy to blame mistakes on nobody but yourself because the only one around to be held accountable.. is you. When you surround yourself with incompetent people, it’s easy to blame THEM when YOU screw up. Being a one-man-show doesn’t have that advantage. You accept your mistakes. You learn from them… then you move on. I’ve found peace in the fact that I do, in fact, have a limit. I haven’t found that limit yet because nobody has pushed me to it. There hasn’t been a person to confront me, promise to bring me well past my breaking point, … and stay true to their word. Stu St. Clair has promised to destroy me, promised to send me into the deep end. I have to admit… he’s getting awful close, but still no dice. There isn’t much left for The Snake to do at this point. What’s next? What could possibly top a near-death encounter with a poisonous snake bite? I’ve come back from death more than once… and if death can’t stop me, then what makes Stu St. Clair so sure of himself? Blind arrogance? Knowing Stu I’m sure that may have something to do with it, what with his public service announcement telling the world that he wants the spotlight. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed in him. In a weird way, I always thought he and I were cut from the same cloth, but now I know that what separates us is his need for attention and the means in which he gets it. I’ve realized my worth when I won the World Heavyweight Championship. I know that my worth is in exact relation to the prestige of the World title because, after all, that’s all I am now. I’m a mannequin to place the championship around and that’s how everyone views me… except Stu St. Clair. Stu doesn’t deal in petty pot-shots or schoolyard insults like the other average joes on the roster that would come to claim my championship. No, he tries to reach his roots down into the core of you and drain you dry. He wears you down.. makes you worthless over time. I know how it works… I’ve been to the puppet show and I’ve seen the strings, so there’s nothing that would surprise me about our resident serpent. He has yet to realize what he’s worth. He has constantly surrounded himself with people who tell him how great he is, he’s never been held accountable to his failures. People like Jenny Ignito once held him up, even Moira Crawford, Jack Severino, and Wolf… all people he could shift the blame onto without sacrificing his ego. If you hide behind an entourage of scapegoats it’s only a matter of time before you grow soft and once they’ve all had enough of your bullshit and abandon you… you finally realize that you’re not worth a damn thing.”

Lightning ripples across the dusty sky like varicose veins. He looks up at it, reacting to it, knowing that a storm is up there somewhere. He smirks.

Nemesis
“But I wouldn’t dare say anything to downplay just how talented you really are. You’re more than just a hurdle for me to jump. I don’t view our rivalry as one of mutual hatred because the truth is, even after all the terrible things you’ve done, I don’t hate you. I might generally ...frown upon most of the things you do, but it’s never crossed into that territory. I don’t hate you, Stu. As a matter of fact… I admire you. That’s right, my friend, I’m able to admit that my greatest rival on Crossfire is also a wrestler I respect. I used to say, ‘I’m gonna’ be just as dominant as Stu St. Clair’, but that’s where my aspirations stopped because I knew full well that YOU… were out of your mind. All the conniving and backstabbing, it wasn’t my style and if I was going to be the most dominant World Heavyweight Champion in the history of FWA, I was going to do it MY way. I’ve faced you twice before, Stu, and each time I’ve shown you that your way just.. doesn’t.. work. The bad guy routine looks good on paper, but put it into action and all the double-dealing and underhanded tactics eventually swing back and knock you the hell out. The first: a non-title match. I made a statement in the biggest night of my life at that point. The statement? ‘I can beat the World Heavyweight Champion’. It was a statement that still feels like a knife in your spine. You can still feel the sting of when you hit the mat. The Snake, the most diabolical, unstoppable force in the FWA… flattened like roadkill. … The second: the match where everyone thought you’d ‘regain what you never lost’. Oh they were sorely mistaken because I’d earned my place as champion of Crossfire and I’d be damned if I let Stu St. Clair waltz back into the picture and take back the title as if I were some place holder for him. No, no, no. I’m no place holder and Stu knows that now. Instead of a place holder, I became the benchmark to which all other Crossfire superstars are measured. After that night, Betrayal, you cried foul. You damned the referees. You said the sun was in your eyes. You were injured. You used every excuse you could to save your namesake, but it was too late. Everybody KNEW… that the guard had changed. I’d never say it was easy, because I never underestimated you. I know how dangerous you are and you are… without a doubt… the toughest challenge I have ever faced in my entire life. But that’s the thrill! That’s the great thing about all this is that we’ve all come to the same place because we all welcome the challenge. You’ll never see an FWA superstar dodge a challenge because that’s the only thing that every single one of us came here for. It’s the only thing we all have in common. From the jobbers to the champions. Newbies to veterans -- we all love a good challenge. Personally, I wouldn’t want it any other way than to defend MY well-earned championship against one of the patriarchs of Crossfire not once, but twice, and it will be my great honor to lay you out one… more… time.”

He holds the dog tags between his fingers. The grimy blood makes the metal slick. He can feel the grooves where the name has been imprinted -- the name that died with the youth.

Nemesis
“It’s not a matter of arrogance. Pride can be a killer, you and I know that better than most, but everything we do is laced with it. Every accomplishment, every word out of our mouths is spent building the pride in ourselves. To me, pride and arrogance are two very different things. Arrogance is for the weak. Arrogance is for the people who need to hear their own voices say how great they are. It’s a coward’s attribute whereas PRIDE… is a completely different animal. Pride is for the soldiers, for the warriors who hold more than just their own egos in high regard. I don’t prop myself up on a pedestal because they announce me as World Heavyweight Champion, but I certainly have pride in being the one to be called that. Pride lets me appreciate the ones who’ve paved the way for me to walk… and that includes you, Stu St. Clair. For all the horrible things you’ve done, you’ll forever be remembered as one of the founding fathers of Crossfire. A legitimate trail blazer in the eyes of the next generation. Despite everything you’ve done, you’ll be admired. Nothing you do can change that so you might as well embrace it. You have to feel some swell of pride in that… Not arrogance, but PRIDE. Proud to be the patriarch of Crossfire, proud to be one of the models for greatness that future students of the game will study and try to become. Proud to be a father… What I saw the night of Betrayal wasn’t a number one contender coming up short in the title match, but a sore loser. A sore loser who ended up getting a bomb dropped on him that he had a son.. and the look on his face was so many things and not ONE of them.. was twisted or sinister. Deep down… there was a feeling of pride. Knowing that there’s a little boy in this world who owes his life to you. And I know you have pride for Crossfire; like a soldier’s pride for his country, you fought valiantly at Aces High against Team Fight Night. Matt Boudreau against the two of us and thanks to YOU… Crossfire got the victory. These are not qualities of a bad man. You might say otherwise, you could twist it and distort it so it looks as if you had some ulterior motive, but I know the truth. I’ve said before I would set you free, Stu, but you’re the only one who’s stopping me from doing that. Let me help you. Let me show you that arrogance can be replaced with pride. The pride of a warrior, the pride of a champion… the pride of a father.”

He looks down at the soldier, seemingly not able to move on. He stares down at his dead youth.

Nemesis
“But just like the Eiffel Tower or the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, it’s all coming down. Nothing lasts forever no matter how great you think it is. My reign as champion is the single greatest event of my life and I know that I’ll never top it. I’ll never know this feeling again once it’s gone and it will, at some point, end. Maybe by the hands of Stu St. Clair… maybe not. Maybe somebody will come up from underneath some rock nobody thought to look under and surprise us all. Just like my title reign, Stu, you can’t possibly say that you’ll never change, that this sinister streak will continue for as long as you live. I like to think that there’s good in everyone, but with some people you just have to dig a little deeper. I know that there’s a secret hidden deep in your soul… Something you’ve known at some point to be the truth, but it scared you. You couldn’t accept it because of what happened to your family. What happened between you and your brother. You’re a tragic figure and I know you’ve felt as much pain in your life as you’ve dealt to others… so I wonder when it’ll all end. You may very well end my reign at Red White & Bruised. You could paint your masterpiece and win our war of attrition by striking the final blow that end it and reclaim what you never lost. … But that’ll end too. Just like mine will. When you’re an old man remembering everything you’ve done… will you be proud? When all of your talent, all of your strength and cunning slip away from you, will you look back and not wish to change a single thing? To you, your life is measured by the amount of destruction and chaos you cause. You revel in it and find amusement in the torture of others. It all adds up to a truly disturbed individual, but the things you’ve done contradict the things you’ve said. Granted, you’ve stayed true to your word on more than one occasion and I have the scars to prove it, but then you’ll turn around and do something heroic. … These are flashes of brilliance. Like a bolt of lightning it appears as quick as it disappears, but you know you saw it. Something inside you is trying to break through. Don’t fight it. You can’t live forever as a bitter old man laughing at the misfortune of others. If beating you again will shine a light on that fact then so be it. I’ll come to Red White & Bruised as the World Heavyweight Champion and leave the exact same way.. because even though you’ve worn me down and chipped away at me for months… the only thing you’ve found is a pissed off World Heavyweight Champion waiting for you. You might have back-up in this one, Stu, but this time around… it’s because you need it. Good luck, Snake. You’re gonna’ need it.”

He opens his eyes.

He’s dreaming again. He can’t even tell the difference anymore. In his bed he lays in the dark. He feels a cold weight on his bare chest. He sits up. Dog tags hang from his neck, covered in blood and dirt.