Promo Thread Mile High 2010 PPV

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Gabrielle vs. Andrew Johnson vs. Bullseye Johnson vs. Darnell Porter vs. Duke Drazin vs. Rocky Creed in the 2010 Mile High Massacre Match


ETE presents in a promo epic...the former two time FWA Woman's Champion...

...& former two time FWA Tag Team Champion...

…The immortal caramel coated Goddess Gabrielle in...

...With baited breath we await our Goddesses triumph...for at Mile High her hands will caress immortality in the FWA Championship






That one simple word...it commands so much awe, so much respect and carries with it an air of the divine. That one simple word suggesting so much power and so much raw...sexuality intertwined with a playful sensuality. That one simple word conjures thoughts and desires of an irresistible temptation, the sin of lust running so illicitly through someone's being as its uttered forth. That one simple word...her name; Gabrielle, nine elegant letters perfectly arranged in such a way as to create so much excitement and promise a night of ecstasy.


The white clouds dotting the beautiful bright blue sky outside whip past the windows of the silver Embraer Lineage 1000 jet. But the FWA cameraman can only focus on what's outside the plane for so long, before all that's inside commands his full attention. He had been given the task all his co-workers hoped to get as each FWA Fight Night or Pay Per View dawned near, that assignment every camera man and for that matter camera woman looked forward to getting each week. His assignment was even sweeter still than he had hoped, sent to the airport where he boarded the private jet with only one other passenger. It was the job dreams were made of for him...but of course it is not his dreams or desires that mattered not when Mile High looms so near...just not the mile high he so desperately hopes for while alone with The Goddess.


For four long years that name had been uttered by so many within the FWA, each time spoken with more reverence whether the speaker held her aloft as their Goddess or wished to challenge her velvet throne. Her long journey has taken her from strength to strength...the women of the FWA never had anything to fight for like the men did before she came to raise her hand in triumph as the first ever FWA Woman's Champion. She proudly created the mould for what a great female wrestler is and against the woman she now she beds down with in wedded bliss they created something truly grand that drew in women from all over the world to lay their claim as the greatest.


The inside of the jet is lavishly decorated, every surface wrapped in either purple velvet or black leather with 'Gabrielle' inscribed in golden satin letters in every one of the luxurious chairs. A beautiful aroma lingers in the air; a mixture of her perfume, of various flowers and of course her natural heavenly scent. Vases all filled with different flowers ranging from red roses, yellow daisies, purple anodas, blue chicorys, pink tulips and orange lilies dot the many tables, arm rests and crevices of the private jets interior. The flowers though are not simply restricted to their vases as the intermingled petals creating a rainbow of colour adorn the floor and seats. The overhead lighting is not the typical bland white but a mixture of gold and purple, with the darker purple lighting casting itself upon the seats as the golden light lines the aisle between it. Several paintings of the Goddess herself line the walls depicting her many moments of splendour, the two biggest such paintings are of The Great Siege standing together and a painting of Gabrielle in her wedding dress hand in hand with Jenny Ignito dressed in a tuxedo, pure bliss etched upon both of their faces.


But her triumph had not ended there the duo that had created the women's division and revolutionised women's wrestling found each other as something other than enemies. Sinful Sensuality was born as two legends of the FWA: the late Matt Boudreau and G-Rich handed the FWA Tag Team Championships over to Gabrielle and Jenny Ignito. Gabrielle stood atop the world and reigned supreme once again even finding love she had never considered as a friendship turned to something all the more delicious. An unyielding love born between the two that has captured the imagination of so many.


The door to the cockpit swings open and instantly captures the cameraman's attention as she saunters out casting a welcoming smile his way. He had seen her so briefly before and had to restrain himself from drooling like an over excited schoolboy but now he could barely contain himself as he got to take in her beauty little by little and savour it. A pair of magnificent stiletto heels encase her feet delicately and perform the desired task of shaping those heavenly legs of hers which are wrapped tightly by a pair of black stockings. A tight purple dress which hugs her hips and just covers her arse then follows her curves upwards before doing its best to contain those 34DD breasts of hers vying for freedom from their material prison. Her chest is left bare exposing her ample cleavage as the dress splits in two and clings to her shoulders where its kissed by her long dark brunette hair which cascades down her back. A black scarf rests around her neck with a matching pair of black gloves covering her hands though upon her right ring finger rests her wedding ring sparkling in the golden light she stands under, as does the 'Mile High' badge pinned to her dress just above her left breast and from her earlobes hang a gorgeous set of diamond earrings. Her face is as warm and welcoming as ever, she almost seems giddy with excitement, those full succulent lips kissed with a permanent grin, every delicate feature so beautiful and accentuated by that most lovely and alluring shade of delicious caramel. Her eyes sitting under a purple forage cap ethereally glow that ever present divine blue...she is beautiful, gorgeous, heavenly, sexy and divine in every sense of the words while still being just a fantasy and remaining out of his reach...for but a fleeting hope of mile high experienced before the plane lands.


She has done so much in the FWA for four long years competing against the best men and woman that they could put before her. Week after week her legacy grew until she was an immortal, held aloft by the mortals that bow before her and seek her love to enrich their lives. But even still she had endured heartache and loss but the loss of her first true love and watching him become a monster without her paled in comparison to all she had accomplished being ignored time after time as the less worthy were put upon a pedestal and fed to a Titan where their crushed body's and dejected spirits were quickly cast aside. But still The Goddess bathed in a hue of caramel never faltered, taking up arms in The Great Siege and together seeking the change and respect that was long overdue. Now inside a cage she would stand against friend and foe alike and show to the world why it was a foolish mortal dream that she could be held back. The FWA Championship the most revered of accolades was the prize awaiting the delicate caress of the most revered of women. Five will fall one will rise and all others will bow on their knees...


She let a small giggle escape forth from her lips, snapping the cameraman back into full focus as he realised she had stood their just long enough for him to fully take in her every succulent curve. He chuckled in reply her every action was so intentional, even that mirthful giggle just further heightened her beauty, further stated her undeniable sex appeal and flaunted her body. She began to walk towards him as finally her heavenly voice broke the stillness of the air.

Gabrielle: Mile High looms near...and no I speak not of the club which I already am a member...

Once again that delightful giggle sneaks forth from between her lips as she comes to stand before the cameraman in all her curvaceous stewardess attire clad glory.

Gabrielle: No this Mile High that I speak off is the Match...six people locked inside a cage to compete for the one thing we all seek more than anything else inside the ring; the FWA Championship. With such a long and glorious past so few of those who've seeked it have ever held it let alone had it caress their waist with their name proudly emblazoned upon it. Even fewer still have achieved this when locked inside the steel cage at Mile High...year after year many rise with most falling short and only one getting the glory promised to the victor. Sean Kelleher walked out the victor in the first ever Mile High Match, the following year saw Ryan Hall emerge from the chaos still atop the world, Matt Boudreau began what is an unparalleled reign as FWA Champion in 2008 and last year my ex showed the spoils of depravity as he walked out of the cage as King. Now It is my turn inside the cage...amid the hushed whispers that I'm just a woman and shouldn't be competing for such a prize let alone inside a steel cage.

Its not a giggle that emanates from her being this time much more of a chuckle, a laugh all at once amused while plagued by a darkness, her eyes match the tone as they flicker with a flame of wrath born from her being denied for so long.

Gabrielle: The same whispers that Jillian De Silva faced in 2006 as she stepped inside the Mile High cage, though she wasn't successful on that night in time to come she shocked the world and shattered boundaries...but how quickly those fell back in place. Making it so that every woman that came after her had to fight just as hard, I've fought harder than any man to get to this shot so I will make the most of it...I can promise you all that when the fighting comes to an end it is I that will stand atop the world proudly. A divinely pure bliss encircling my being as I look down upon all the favourite sons of the FWA, given shot after shot and experiencing failure after failure. I've watched the likes of Duke Drazin come up short every time in his decade long war, I've seen Darnell Porter falter as World Heavyweight Champion, devalue the Television Championship and still eagerly get sent to the wolves over and over. Bullseye Johnson has spent more time at home either injured, suspended or just plain unmotivated than he has in the ring and Rocky Creed had the world gift wrapped and handed to him but still fumbled to take it...but no concern to Rocky his knees were dusted off and before long all he had to do was beat Drew Jolson and Darnell Porter a man at the time crippled by his tonsils and the world witnessed the long anticipated and equally underwhelming reign of Rocky Creed. It is only my dear close friend Andrew Johnson a man who's like a brother to me that can even hold a candle to me...we've both known all along this match is only truly between us Andrew, any result other than The Great Siege being bestowed with the FWA Championship would be an embarrassment.

But don't expect me to take it easy on you Andrew...we've spoken of this before you know how much I want this as I know how much you want it...but while it may wear only one of our names after Mile High it will be all of ours in The Great Siege. This is my match to win, my match to claw my way to the very top as a Champion people can truly look up to and be proud of. I have beat five of the six Champions on Fight Night, I can proudly lay claim to being one of the only people to ever beat Aut Pax Aut Bellum and eternally being apart of Sinful Sensuality the only duo to ever wrench the FWA Tag Team Championships from their grasp. Sara Wolf has fallen to me every time we have met in the ring as has the supposed 'best in the world' Rocky Creed...and of course who could forget the Television Champion; Anthony. While he put up a gallant effort and gave me some excitement usually reserved for the bedroom in the end he still collapsed beneath me...beaten and sore but satisfied.

That smile returns upon her face as her eyes are re-consumed by that pure ethereal blue, she casts a hand to her posterior rubbing it soothingly under her short dress as she remembers where the whip lashed her buttocks.

Gabrielle: Now it is time for me to be a Champion again and I will withstand hell to bring my heaven to the earth and reign supreme as Goddess. You can all look down upon me, down upon my exploits, my life outside of the ring but I am a sexual conqueror the likes of which would make Darnell Porter feel jealous and ultimately inadequate. The time has passed where the love of the faithless and the heretic is of any value, my divinity is worshipped regardless of those who seek to oppose it and my glory is undeniable. The FWA Championship that I take from the grasp of Rocky Creed and remove from the foolish mortal hopes of the rest of you will be my crowning acheivement and an eternal reminder of all I am capable of. I already know what each and every one of you will say; Jillian De Silva...Jillian De Silva...Jillian De Silva...over and over again comparing me to her, telling me that I want to be just like her. As if just because I'm of the sexier, sweeter, fairer and all together more...delicious sex I automatically worship her.

The Goddess just shakes her head almost sadly before she takes the seat opposite the cameraman and crosses her legs giving only an ever so brief flash of her lacy white underwear.

Gabrielle: Jillian has my respect for what she has done...but that doesn't mean I want to be her, that doesn't mean I'm aiming to follow in her or Moira Crawford's footsteps. Jillian shattered the boundary's and limitations in the past, but those were quickly put back in place when she slinked out of the spotlight. Though I was born a mortal woman that not does not dictate my desires, just because Jillian and Moira both have breasts doesn't mean I simply seek to do as they have done. My ambition is all my own, while I respect and am happy for their achievements I will be remembered as the one and the only Gabrielle. The time where I am held back simply because of my fantastic breasts is now in the past...

The cameraman can't help but pan down to her stunningly ample bosom, he quickly composes himself though and zooms out to recapture her entire form revealing the all to knowing though amused smile on her face.

Gabrielle: Even now you boys cant help but stare...even now I know all it would have taken is a minute alone with Matt Robinson or Drew Jolson...if they could last that long and all I seek would already be mine. But everything I have ever done has been done by my own hands, every step that I fought for knowing that I would be pushed back twice as far, held down twice as long I have done myself in the ring. So sorry boys you're stuck with your mindless bimbos and your dead memories...having me represent your company is the best you can hope for...well for as long as its still yours.

She giggles mischievously in her luxurious black leather seat coming to rest both her hands on her knee as her eyes pierce the camera.

Gabrielle: I have shown the world the folly of your attempts to deny me, I have made a mockery of your Champion; Rocky Creed...The Great Siege has destroyed any chance of him being a respectable Champion or even a Champion worth caring about. Though some people would still believe that Rocky Creed is the man to beat at Mile High after all he despite everything is still FWA Champion. But I have already shown his anointed status as the best, his reign as FWA Champion to be false. I am the one to beat in this match; I've beat Rocky Creed, I've beat Duke Drazin, I've taken Darnell Porter to the limit, Andrew Johnson...as much as I love you as a friend you've never shone as bright as I in singles competition and as for Bullseye Johnson...I've never even payed attention to your existence until now.

Her hands fall back to her side and she gets to her feet, sliding her hands over her hips and making sure the bottom of her dress does its best to conceal her underwear. She turns from the cameraman and takes a few steps down the aisle before she leans in to one of the seats that warm smile upon her face as she does so. She turns back to the cameraman and motions him closer he gets up, unsteady on his feet amid the slight movements of the jet which leave him amazed that Gabrielle's every step is unwavering and unaffected, perfectly composed and elegant even with her high stiletto heels. As he draws nearer he notices that this particular chair is not emblazoned with the name of the Goddess but instead 'Bullseye Johnson' and upon it rests a duffel bag and what looks to be a broken friendship ring.

Gabrielle: Put that down to your attitude Bullseye...after all why would a divine being such as I care about your existence when you seem to not even care for it. How many times have you faded into obscurity, becoming nothing but a memory to the world only to come bounding back expectant of a wave of fanfare and much applause. But it is not just the sins of Sloth and Pride that affect you, you are a sinner Bullseye in every sense of the world; Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust every one of the seven deadly sins courses through your being. You would of course deny this and claim to of been a great man throughout your life; a fighter, a Champion, someone to look up too.

Laughter cruel in its intent surrounds the cameraman as The Goddess vocalises her amusement.

Gabrielle: You were nothing when the FWA signed you Bullseye, they took a chance upon an MMA fighter that couldn't handle being punched in the face any more and for so long that chance didn't pay off. You came into the FWA and were an embarrassment I'm sure the Mixed Martial Artists you had called friends in the past sure felt so, seeing a multi time UFC Champion get shown up week after week. But lo and behold that wasn't to last eventually it seems you found your stride and before long the X Championship was dangled in front of you...so close Bullseye but you failed at that and miserably so. You can lay all the claims of grandeur you wish to but it was my good friend Zaire Wyoming that emerged as the victor, as the Champion. But from there Bullseye you did keep climbing up the ranks even amassing a group of others around you in the Elite 5 in a vain attempt to make yourself feel special. Of course I remember being apart of Executive Excellence at the time and making a mockery of you, especially Mark Reynolds when the love of his life Aja Melissa betrayed him for the arms of Tom Princeton. But you kept rising ignoring the sorrows of your friends to eventually capture the North American Championship not once but twice. But after losing it twice the Sons Of liberty were there to console you and help you through it, rebuild you and make you the first ever Crossfire Tag Team Champion alongside Carmine Reaper. But none of that was to last when you finally bothered to act like a Champion and defend those belts you lost them and the destruction of the Sons was not far off.

All of this was of course littered with bouts of inactivity even as a Champion it would seem like weeks at a time would pass before the world saw you again. Every time you got your ass kicked or felt a little home sick or stubbed your toe walking into the ring it signalled you disappearing again, this is your greatest sin Bullseye; Sloth! You are so content to just sit at home any excuse providing you the reason to do so in your mind. Its not just your mind that commits this sin but your body as well Bullseye, so fragile that it seems to break at every touch...how many times are we all expected to care that you're leaving yet again Bullseye?

Gabrielle grabs the duffel bag and tosses it towards where the cameraman shakily stands, it thuds heavily as it hits the ground and Gabrielle clutches at the friendship ring and sits down in the seat.

Gabrielle: I've already packed your bag for you Bullseye you can leave any time you want, which when considering how long you have been back now cant be far off, after all you've experienced loss and victory this time around already. You've also experienced pure unwavering joy...when I kissed you as disgusting as your tongue was pressing against mine...if only I had of known you had such a glass jaw Bullseye I wouldn't have had to taste that. But that had to wait for a week later when I learnt you cant handle a little wooden paddle...how do you expect to compare to me Bullseye when you cant even take a little playful paddling?

When I by comparison have taken much more...intense paddling's in the past...

She blushes somewhat noticeably, [color=red[a shade of rosy red[/color] tingeing that delicious shade of caramel upon her cheeks.

Gabrielle: Without crumbling like you did Bullseye...such a sorry state when you cant take even just a little physicality and I bet all those friends of yours in the MMA world were rather embarrassed once more seeing you get knocked out at the hands of a...how is it so eloquently put again?

She quickly crosses her beautiful smooth legs once again and smirks playfully as she brings her hand up to her jaw, feigning deep thought for a moment before with that wicked smile upon her face she leans forward towards the cameraman who slumps down into a seat yearning for the stability it provides.

Gabrielle: Ah yes that's right...at the hands of a girl!

Her breasts jiggle ever so deliciously as she laughs.

Gabrielle: Just another proud moment for you Bullseye...it is perhaps the one shining light in me being held back because of the voluptuous curves of my body; when one of you little...little boys lose to me its not just a normal loss but an embarrassment to you. But even still your undeserved Pride lingers on, still Bullseye I know you would make claims of being the favourite for this match, of being the future FWA Champion. I know how much you lust for it...you even had the nerve to interrupt the current Champion on your Fight Night return. I may not care for Creed at all as he is an embarrassment to the throne but the likes of you having the nerve to interrupt the Champion...and then pretend anyone wants to see you in the Main Event. That big supposed dream match Rocky Creed and Bullseye Johnson is nothing more than a pathetic failures wishes of glory. Though 'dream' is a good definition of what it is for it is a pipe dream Bullseye you deserve this shot at glory even less than Duke and Darnell and you deserve to be Champion even less than Rocky. I've outlined your entire career already and it is nothing impressive people remember you more for being assaulted by Cursed Bloodline or having the Unholy Uprising try to break your neck. Your scars are your legacy Bullseye, not your pitiful little accomplishments.

Because of that you have always been consumed by the sin of Envy, you've always wanted what you have seen others with for you have always had to look up and gaze upon the immortals and the triumphant mortals. But never more did this sin consume than it did when you stood alongside Carmine Reaper and Nemesis...You saw the potential that both of those men had and you couldn't stand it, you combined one sin with another and gave rise to mortal Wrath. You destroyed a friendship, a bond because these two sins consumed you, you've since had to watch Nemesis do what you never will and become World Heavyweight Champion as Carmine your former partner has come to loathe you. So much of this was born because you felt abandoned when Jack Severino took out Nemesis and climbed atop the world...you may not realise it Bullseye but you are one of Jacks greatest victims. That pathetic and deranged monster took out Nemesis and you crumbled as well, it didn't even have to touch you but the damage was done and the Sons Of Liberty fell apart. Your Wrath saw to that Bullseye!

The friendship ring is then tossed aside by her hand, clattering upon the floor.

Gabrielle: You're Wrath has always burned though, you've always sinned Bullseye combining Gluttony and Greed you've always wanted more and more whilst never being good enough for it, only your anger could fill that void. Seeing so many you had called friend and so many you had called enemy go onto accomplish great things you wanted all of that. These sins played their part in the demise of the three 'Sons' as well, Bullseye has always been about one thing and one thing only Zaire has been so kind as to inform me of this. It seems you have always just cared for yourself, always used and abused those around you: the Elite, the Sons and anyone else unfortunate enough to make your acquaintance. Using them to get more and more for yourself and yourself only, where others see a friend your Greed sees a way to claim glory and your Gluttony sees a way to stuff your face before moving onto the next one. But will there ever be a next one?

People are onto your little game now Bullseye, if not already then now listening to my words of wisdom and guidance they see you for what you are. A sinner, a liar, a nobody desperately clinging to the dying embers of a forgotten potential and left to wallow in it. Now we are of course left with Lust...the most consuming of Sins for lust can drive a man over the edge...

She cocks her head playfully and caresses her bosoms with a single hand suggestively before letting her fingers slide underneath the neckline of her dress, rubbing the soft material between her thumb and forefinger.

Gabrielle: Lust is most evident in the adoration of the opposite sex and lets not lie here Bullseye, you can hate what I'm saying, you can dislike me or even hate me for being apart of The Great Siege like so many others do...but you cant hate this perfect 5'6 body oozing pure sex appeal. But you are just as likely to lust after another man as you are to crave one unforgettable night with me. Now don't panic Bullseye I haven't gone the low road and reduced myself to gay jokes, your lust would be for what they are and what they have. So often a man like you would have gazed upon another and seen everything you Lust after in his life: determination, success, love, a body that can handle a life on the road...all the things you don't have Bullseye and never will.

Again she laughs as she releases her grip on her dress and uncrosses her legs before getting to her feet she beckons the cameraman to his feet and he unsteadily follows her as she walks confidently further down the aisle of the private jet before stopping before another seat she leans into it with that playful grin and runs her hand across the golden inscribed name of 'Duke Drazin'. The cameraman slumps down in the couch opposite her and steadies his camera, admiring the curve of her arse from this angle and looking further between her legs he notices the broken cross and syringe that rest upon the chair before Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: Now I turn to the fallen god himself, a man who has plunged from self delusions of divinity to accept his mortality: Duke Drazin. Such a shame that we never had a war of the immortals Duke, for though your divinity was always just an illusion the joy of having a Goddess best even a false God would have been serenely blissful even if a small part of me wants to like you Duke. I know shocking right amid all the animosity between us and all your petty childish labellings of me as 'whore' there is still a part of me that likes you. After all Duke you share the same disdain that I do for the likes of Rocky, Darnell and Bullseye I wont deny that you are a better man than them Duke. But this mutual disgust that we both hold for these men is all that we share Duke, you in the past have made a mockery of the divine when you falsely claimed it and you've made a mockery of wrestlers when you abused the drug that had you fired from the FWA in the past. Your hatred and your gathering of nobodies that seem to follow you so often is now all that you have left Duke. Even your decade long war with the late Matt Boudreau is over though never giving you the consolation or validation of a victory...despite what you may hopelessly wish for Matt Boudreau has passed on without a single blemish on his record bearing your name.

Mile High could pose as your last opportunity for the grandeur you so desperately seek, after all how many times can one man falter before he has had enough?

But then again maybe witnessing Rocky Creed finally climb to the very top of the mountain you have ideas of your own to finally achieve the greatness that has alluded you. But I know you better than that Duke you would no sooner idolise Rocky Creed than you would cease your petty insults unto me. 'Whore' is that really the best that you can come up with Duke?

An insult tossed around the school yard by little boys unable to comprehend their true feelings. Now I'm not saying you have feelings for me Duke...at least no more than every other man who hopelessly lusts and prays against reason for even the briefest of divinely sexual encounters. Though it would explain why you couldn't fight out of my bra those weeks ago Duke, perhaps you enjoyed the soft and oh so warm feel of it against your skin, lewd thoughts of what it had caressed just moments before it coiled around your throat. Regardless of whether you enjoyed it or not Duke the result is the same I left you face down gagging as you desperately gasped for air. Consider that to have been all at once my proclamation of being superior to you and it being your penance for me helping you beat Bullseye after all if I didn't press my softly sweet lips to his then you were only moments away from losing the match Duke and a loss to Bullseye is something that not even you deserve. But my assistance and my punishment didn't serve to give you any humility or teach you any lesson. Still you try to deface my name and degrade my being with your small insults. But I'm not ashamed or embarrassed by my sexual promiscuousness if you ever were truly divine Duke then you would know that beings like I have no mortal inhibitions, simply the desire to seek joy.

A beautiful and stimulating moan radiates from her being, she takes the cross and syringe in her hands and sits down, quickly crossing her legs as she rests Drazin's syringe in her lap. She squirms somewhat excitedly in her seat as the cameraman shifts uncomfortably in his own watching her slowly stroke the cross with her hand as she coyly bites her bottom lip.

Gabrielle: That desire to experience the orgasmic and all that it entails, the thrill of all your senses being warmly embraced within the throes of passion.

Again she moans, letting it seep forth from her lips as her eyes flutter closed for a moment and she presses the cross to her thigh.

Gabrielle: This makes your nights spent with the likes of Happy Hooker pale in comparison Duke, whether you charge and experience the full service that thing provides or not. Though of course as we so graphically saw there's always Jess the Camerawoman there for you to play with as well she does have a delightful squeal on her. But she's hardly the type to be worthy of the divine blessing that would be a night with me or even a night with the once great god Duke Drazin. How cute and all at once maddening it was witnessing you laying your claims to immortality Duke, watching you build a church that no one came to though all the while still claiming status as a God.

She clasps at the holy cross depicting an image of Duke Drazin with both her hands, holding it aloft before herself as she stares somewhat devilishly at it.

Gabrielle: In your mind you built a religion and believed every word of it though all the while no one ever came to pray at your altar, no one ever worshipped the Great God Duke Drazin. It only existed in the fantasies of a mortal man who needed the attention, who longed for the comfort divinity would give to his life. How it must pain you to gaze upon me and see what you once craved to be...only of course so much more delectable. A being of true divinity and one that has left you laid out in the ring every time we have been near each other in the last month. I still remember that horrified look upon your face after I blasted you in the back with a steel chair and cost you the FWA Championship against Drew Jolson. I can only imagine the pain at seeing that opportunity slip away from your grasp, you headed into that night already feeling like you were on top of the world. Not one person believed that Drew Jolson had any chance of beating you Duke...but divine intervention saw to it that the world was shocked and you were left humiliated and defeated, laid out in the ring beside the man you had just sought to defeat.

Ever since then Duke you just haven't been able to get the best of me as at Red, White and Bruised despite the referees inept calls I beat you, I beat the fallen god one-two-three and again left you laid out in the ring. Even when I was just a harmless referee I left you drooling on the mat...face it Duke I am your superior and the sooner you accept this and fall to your knees before me, humbly worshipping me as your Goddess then the better off you will be. You need to do this Duke it will make your continuing falls to me the easier to stomach, but never more so than when I leave Mile High as the new FWA Champion. You have seen the falseness of your own divinity Duke so now can be the time where you embrace true immortality, not of your own but of someone you can truly and proudly worship.

She places a kiss upon the tip of the cross before dropping it at her feet and then picking up the syringe and dangling it in front of her face.

Gabrielle: I will absolve you of all your sins if you do so Duke, if you humbly take my words as gospel and pledge your undying love unto me then your use of these...performance enhancing drugs will be made right. Your blatant use of these drugs to seek success in the ring will be forgotten, cast aside as nothing more than a simple mistake of your lost past. After all despite your abuse Duke you never really succeeded beside holding the North American Championship for what seems like a forgettable moment in eternity. So your abuse, your cheating is easily forgotten when you pledge your existence to me...I will even forgive your sins against me, your blasphemy and most disturbingly when you burned my GaBibles.

The succulent Goddess then tosses the syringe suddenly towards the cameraman, it flies towards the camera before plunging down and embedding itself into the couch he sits upon, sticking into the black leather between his legs causing him to gulp hard as she just giggles.

Gabrielle: You kneeling before me Drazin is the only way I would ever forgive and forget that most repugnant of sins, taking my divine teachings and burning them, if you don't repent unto me for that then I will make you suffer. You will feel the full wrath of a Goddess for your crimes against me that is my personal prophecy for your future. Suffering and further embarrassment at the hands of The Goddess will be all that you have to look forward to, my wrath will consume your very existence.

She gets to her feet, running her hands over her posterior as she saunters over to the cameraman, that ever present smile upon her face as she leans in close to him, resting her hands either side of his head upon the couch. Her tongue softly runs across her lips momentarily exposing her new tongue piercing as her beautiful face and heaving breasts barely contained within the tight purple material that confines them fill the view of the camera.

Gabrielle: Hi there Darnell...yes now I turn my attention to you Mr. ladies man...the most beautiful of women; a Goddess turning her full attention upon you knowing that you would give anything for just one night with me...especially now.

She stands up straight and giggles as she playfully twirls her hair around her finger knowing that right now Darnell in his current predicament would be drooling as he watched her playfully sexual teasing.

Gabrielle: You've scaled to the greatest of heights in the past Darnell...for nineteen short days you reigned as the World Heavyweight Champion until the vile Snake Stu St.Clair took it from you. Now you're seeking to make up for that most abysmal of reigns at Mile High, though Stu doesn't stand in your way this time Darnell you should still be concerned sweetie...after all you will be locked in a cage with a Goddess determined to stake her claim as the greatest. A Goddess that you have lusted after in the past...

She then sits down next to the cameraman upon the leather couch which is embroided with the name: 'Darnell Porter'. She giggles playfully as she suggestively caresses her voluptuous caramel coated figure, running her hand over her breasts and down her stomach before rubbing her thighs. One of her hands flirts with her inner thigh, sliding under the hemline of her ultra short dress as she stares into the camera whilst coyly biting her bottom lip...her next words come forth as a succulent purr.

Gabrielle: You cant deny the feelings you have for me Darnell and now we will be locked inside a cage together when you've sworn off sex for thirty...long days. Thirty agonising days Darnell and you're going to have your hands all over the most delectable woman the world has ever known. Feeling the warmth and softness of my skin...the firmness of my perky round breasts pressed against you...mmm Darnell how you're every touch will linger exciting you so much to the point of...explosion.

She giggles as her hand continues to suggestively grope her thighs underneath her dress, she casts her attention down beside herself where a pack of condoms, a dozen chicory flowers and several sports trophies rest upon the couch. She reaches down with her free hand and picks up the condoms, smiling as she opens the pack with her teeth which makes the cameraman shift uncomfortably next to her. The Goddess just giggles before sliding the condom over her forefinger and holding it aloft in front of herself.

Gabrielle: How long has it been now...twenty eight days since you have had to temporarily retire 'little Darnell' and just watch as others have all the fun. I can only imagine how hard its going to be for you Darnell...a woman, a Goddess you can only ever just fantasise about tearing from my clothes in the throes of passion rolling around in the ring with you. Thoughts of our body's writhing against one another, our breath becoming shorter as we reach climax...bliss you can only imagine consuming your body, a rush you've never known as our sweat intermingles with each other. Darnell the things you would experience even in just one second with me, you would never forget a single touch for as long as you live...but your confined to self stimulation for a few days more. Every woman you have ever been with would pale in comparison...your divine orgasm would be both a blessing and a curse. Stimulation of unparalleled levels, making you moan in such joy that you could never relive, no other woman in your life would ever live up to me. Of course none of that matters Darnell...all you can do is touch...never to experience the sweetness of my every curve...

She lets her finger go limp and laughs teasingly as she slides the condom from it and tosses it to the purple carpeted floor. She brushes a few errant strands of her gorgeous hair out of her face as she gazes into the camera almost lovingly before she then leans back and lies down upon the couch next to the cameraman. Her hands softly cup one of her breasts as her other hand teases the bottom of her dress. She moans loudly causing the cameraman to shift in his seat once more as she slides one of her legs up till her foot is next to her other knee and though it gives him a perve of her lacy underwear those passionate blue eyes command his attention. Her hand then leaves her bosom as she grasps at the dozen blue flowers next to her and places them upon her curvy chest, the petals resting under her chin as she continues to tease her hand ever closer to her underwear. With one finger she beckons the cameraman closer and he kneels at her feet happily filming down at her laying there in her deliciously suggestive splendour.

Gabrielle: mmm Darnell...You can consider yourself a great ladies man all that you want Darnell but you pale in comparison to me and my time spent with both sexes. The woman you are used to are jut the typical ring rats that drop their panties for every wrestler that looks their way...believe me Darnell I know their type all too well. But I prefer a higher class, a woman worthy of squealing with delight at the touch of my...soft...wet...kiss. I've even managed to tame my flame haired Jennifer...so many have wished hopelessly for her hand held in a loving embrace lasting all eternity and now I happily call her my wife. Then of course there's Quelly...she would chew you up and spit you out Darnell like a plaything unable to handle her delectable ways of experiencing a climax. While you happily bed down with every woman that throws a glance your way, the ones you truly lust after such as myself wouldn't even give you the time of day. Just like my choice in women I prefer my men so much classier than you Darnell and more importantly as I've heard backstage...a little bigger too. I need the best of everything and you are just a little boy, using your money and the embrace of a few too many drinks for all your conquests.

You see I'm just like these flowers Darnell, these beautiful chicorys: desire...love...the unattainable. You desire me more than any other woman you've ever gazed upon, you would love me to the end of your mortal existence if only I let you...but of course Darnell I am unreachable beyond your wildest dreams. A beauty you would love to embrace...I've seen the pictures of me you wear on your tights whenever we have 'dated' in the past...and you showed to the world your bedroom...where on the ceiling rests a picture of me...

She suddenly presses her thighs together and sits up to rest on her elbows, her breasts magnificently shown off for the camera as her smile wilts away.

Gabrielle: How...disgusting that was Darnell...getting a glimpse into your bedroom where you lay there night after night now alone...thinking of me as you gaze upon me. That is as close as you will ever get Darnell, that lust you have for me satisfied as you lay in bed alone is all you have for thirty days then you can return to bedding down with your bimbos as you still fantasise of it being me. Your primal desire won't be alone after Mile High when you lay there it wont just be my breasts, my ass, my legs, my full lips or the taste of caramel that you wish to savour but the FWA Championship as well. Your every desire and dream captured in my perfect body Darnell, the opportunity to show to the world that Back In Business IV wasn't a fluke and you can be a great Champion will slip through your fingers as well. You'll still be remembered as an embarrassment and a failure who couldn't handle the pressure of standing atop the world. But still you have in your back pocket an opportunity at any Championship any time you want but when you cash that in Darnell it will be against me and you will fail again.

All your past accomplishments wont change your chances, your forgotten football career or time spent on the athletics track don't matter here Darnell. Then and there you may have been great but here and now it is a completely different story in an entirely different world...MY world Darnell. It matters not what you have done outside of the FWA, your fantasises of me in a cheerleader outfit with you in the lockeroom are just as big of a fantasy as you making up for your rather pathetic reign as World Heavyweight Champion by becoming the FWA Champion at Mile High. Darnell you couldn't even beat Rocky and Drew Jolson at Red, White and Bruised because your tonsils were a little sore. Winning the Mile High Massacre is my divine destiny Darnell...you will just have to live with getting to touch the only woman you can for thirty days...which I know you'll agree is a fitting runner-up prize. You may have given up sex for this shot at eternal glory but I saw the regret in your eyes when we were in the ring last week Darnell, that joy you had as your hands touched my body...when I lay there outside the ring I saw you staring down lustfully upon me. Now you will just have to gaze up at me Darnell with the FWA Championship around my waist and a gorgeous woman on my arm...the two things you want more than anything else in the world right now, but neither one is in your future.

The Divine Siren then lies back down and clutches the flowers back in her hands bringing them up to her face so she can smell their fragrant aroma. She smirks up towards the camera as she brushes the trophies aside with her long smooth legs letting them clatter and clang as they hit the floor. The cameraman backs off at her silent behest giving her space as she sits up and places the chicorys down beside herself on the couch and then gets to her feet, pressing her hands to her ass she ensures her dress still maintains her dignity...though the cameraman is all to happy to watch her pull the purple fabric tight to the curves of her ass. An all too knowing giggle radiates from her being as she begins to saunter further down the plane and take a seat upon one of the chairs, she crosses her legs and places her hands upon her knee, the cameraman admiring the curve of all that exposed caramel before her commanding eyes beckon him closer. Her soft voice breaks the silence as he comes to kneel at her feet and film upwards at her.

Gabrielle: Now for the current Champions future...the self proclaimed best in the world; Rocky Creed who rivals even Darnell in disappointing World Championship reigns. Remember what I told you just a few weeks ago Rocky?

That with your oh so very unspectacular crowning as FWA Champion that you would never be anything but a disappointing one. You have since done nothing but prove my point Rocky...The Great Siege has left you laid out in that ring so often that its just becoming embarrassing and pathetic on both our ends. You beat Darnell who was crippled by his tonsils and the tough opponent that is Drew Jolson and found yourself as the new FWA Champion. Finally after Matt Boudreau had made you his personal whipping boy...it was like watching a Lion toy with a mouse for month after month until it got bored. The now deceased Titan of Wresting played with you and even built up your ego just so he could crush you at your most confident...one...two...t hree matches in a row. It was Boudreau at his greatest and worst...showing how good he was and making a mockery out of you, but he also...built up that undeserved confidence of yours. Matt Boudreau made you what you are and sadly part of his legacy was making you think you're something special...he had to step aside leaving Darnell and Drew to stand in your way...in hindsight it almost seems like a gift from Matt making up for embarrassing you.

You are cursed to an abysmal Championship reign Rocky it began so pathetically, from the second that you're hand was raised in the air successful and your fans showed their ecstasy at seeing Rocky Creed finally do what he had been given chance after chance to do the enlightened saw it for the farce that it is. Now so do even the unenlightened fools amongst us but you brought it all upon yourself Rocky...you're the one that loudly stated that in your first match after becoming Champion you needed to prove yourself...but of course that did not happen. I put you're shoulders to the mat one, two...three and earned my way into Mile High. Then my good friend who's like a brother to me Zaire made you scream in agony as he tightly locked you in the Open Range before we left you face down in the ring watching my ass as I walked away triumphantly. That must have stung so much Rocky especially after the week before when Bullseye Johnson of all people came out and made a mockery of your celebration...how pathetic Rocky and it hasn't gotten any better for you since.

Her laughter carried by her voice so sweet and from between her lips so full and beautiful is cruel in its intent.

Gabrielle: You just haven't been able to get out of the blocks Rocky, you just cant prove to the world that you're an even remotely credible Champion. Half the time you haven't even bothered to wrestle, on the final stop before Mile High the FWA Champion was auspicious by his absence until the end of the show where you finally...finally stood tall. Over a month later and finally you had a single moment to bask in glory and look like a Champion...I can imagine you were so motivated to do so after all just one week prior you showed again why YOUR Idol Matt Boudreau is better than you when you lost to a...rookie. Or at least that's what you called him Rocky, just a simple rookie completely ignoring all of Chris Kennedy's past accomplishments all around the world and you paid dearly for that. The Astonishing One beat you in the middle of the ring with Andrew there supporting him so the Great Siege could leave you face down in the middle of the ring once again. Now at Mile High ignore Bullseye, Duke and Darnell you have to face Gabrielle; the immortal caramel coated Goddess and Andrew Johnson; the longest reigning Tag Team Champion in history as apart of Aut Pax Aut Bellum. We have both left you laid out over the course of your time atop the world and now you face both of us knowing that it is indeed one of us two that will tear your name from the FWA Championship belt.

Your entire reign can be summed up by being embarrassed, being left face down in the ring and by beating Brandon McGuinness. You're one proof of any dominance, of any semblance of being a worthy Champion was that pitiful victory over a nobody...Shane McLean wouldn't even accept him into his Union. You need to lose your ridiculous status as being the best that the FWA has to offer, that Championship you so arrogantly desecrate with your touch needs someone truly worthy, someone who will carry it with grace, dignity and respect...it needs someone divine. It needs me; Gabrielle to restore it to former glory...and history is on my side in every aspect Rocky. I won the Women's Championship that has since fallen from grace at the very first opportunity I got, just as I did with my first shot at the Tag Team Championships. You see Rocky unlike you I make the most of my every opportunity that I have earned, the FWA Championship will be no different, I have shown my superiority to you at every turn. It matters not what match we meet in Rocky unlike my pathetic ex you cannot beat me. Triple Threats, six person tag matches and most beautifully one on one I have always been the one who walks out triumphant against you it matters not how many people are involved...so Mile High will be no different.

You have reigned as a false Champion as a farce for long enough now all that is but mere moments away from ending, your fall from grace at the hands of an eternal being will be an immortal moment remembered forever as a showing of The Goddesses divinity. One that I will enjoy ever so much Rocky not just to finally become Champion as I have waited for so long or to make you crash back to reality for I will also enjoy punishing you for what you said about my friend Sally. Calling her a “trashy hoe bag” Rocky...really?

And you boys wonder why I prefer the company of women when all of you are so small minded and carelessly disrespectful. You see Rocky me and her are entering a...new stage of our...friendship and neither of us took kindly to what you called her, so I have promised to her and to Zaire to make you pay for it. Just because your own girlfriend little Christina lacks class doesn't mean you can just lump us all in one pile Rocky...its that thinking that saw me having to deal with the likes of Sara Wolf again and again when I should have been given even just one of those countless shots you have had gift wrapped and dropped into your lap. Now that is all over you have to try to stand on your own two feet...the gift wrapped opportunities are a thing of the past for I have I earned one myself and as I said before one is all I need.

She giggles as she leans forward and reaches down at her feet where she grabs what appears to be a gift wrapped in purple paper and tied with a pink ribbon. She sits back in the leather and holds the gift aloft in her hand as she begins to unwrap the bow which soon falls to the floor and leaves the paper to crumple open and reveal nothing inside.

Gabrielle: You see Rocky its empty, you had chance after chance to become the FWA Champion; Carnal Contendership matches, Money in the Bank matches, a series against Matt Boudreau and you failed every time. Just like you have been given chance after chance to prove that you are a worthy Champion but fell flat on your face every time. It is too late now for any easy chances, you've had that against a 'girl' and a 'rookie' already Rocky...no now you lose what you have strived for, for so long and what you have deluded the masses into believing you deserve because it is coming home with The Great Siege!

She uncrosses her legs and runs her hands along her thighs before getting to her feet once more giving an all to brief but unforgettable glance of her lacy underwear as she does. She pets the cameraman on the head before then once more walking further down the plane, the cameraman revelles in her scent and touch as he looks at where she had just sat finally noticing [i]'Rocky Creed'[i] embroided in the back of this seat though he cant pay attention for long before he follows her scent towards the back of the plane. He has to brush aside a purple velvet curtain embroided in gold with 'The Great Siege' and steps inside what is a private area on the private jet. The vast array of flowers hang upon the walls between every window, the seating consists of a pair of long leather couches embroided with 'Andrew Johnson' and 'The Great Siege', a small table is beside each one where upon them rests a bottle of champagne and several stemware glasses. Gabrielle has already sat down at the end of one of the couches, sitting upon it sideways she rests her feet upon a light blue velvet pillow and holds a glass of the white champagne aloft in her hands. She waves at the cameraman and he comes closer sitting at the other end of the couch where he's greeted with her blowing a kiss to him or perhaps more likely to Andrew.

Gabrielle: Now last but defiantly not least my brother in arms Andrew I cast my attention upon you, one of my greatest rivals and now best and closest of friends. We have both known from the moment that this match was made official that despite any and every other name that was announced it would only ever be between us. We are the only two who have any chance of leaving Dallas as the FWA Champion, any other result would just be an embarrassment not only to us but to our brothers and sister in The Great Siege. But as proud as I would be to call you FWA Champion Andrew I have my heart and my divine being completely set upon claiming this Championship. I wont stab you in the back Andrew that I promise you as a dear friend but when the chance comes for me to win I will have to take it. We've spoken of this before; we'll still be friends inside and outside of the cage but you know I will do anything it takes to win just as I know that you will do everything you can to win...its why I so eagerly joined you Dan, Zaire and Sally. I know how good you are Andy better than anyone else, before we were friends alongside Dan you were one of my most bitter and tenacious rivals...who can ever forget Sinful Sensuality vs. Aut Pax Aut Bellum?

I learnt just how good you are long ago Andrew, you two were the only ones who could ever stop me and my Jenny as we brushed everyone else aside; the Shadowed Angels, boys like Draven and Eliot trying to strip us down to our underwear for the troops or even the great Matt Boudreau alongside Tommy Princeton we were unstoppable...it took the Great Aut Pax Aut Bellum to halt Sinful Sensuality. In turn we were the last team to beat you and Dan before your unprecedented five hundred and thirty two day long undefeated record, even prying the Tag Team Championships that you two so wonderfully represent from your vice like grasp. Unlike so many others Andrew I know and respect how good, how great you are not just as apart of THE greatest tag team of all time but an often ignored singles wrestler in your own right. Ever since Sinful Sensuality walked off into the moonlight you have had free reign over the tag team division...

A cheeky and playful smirk crosses her lips as she winks at the camera and then takes a sip of her expensive champagne before resting the stemware glass in her ample cleavage.

Gabrielle: Domination unprecedented from the moment that you left the ring in Madison Square Garden at Back in Business IV, looking back now even though I was left topless in the ring watching you leave with what was mine earlier in the night...I'm happy to be apart of where it all began for Aut Pax Aut Bellum. The reign that despite what your doubters say will put you in the Hall of Fame, the reign that has seen every tag team of the last several years try desperately but fail to dethrone you. Even the likes of Darnell Porter and James Sync have created ill fated friendships to try, enemies like Rebel and Baphomet have become friends to try, countless other teams have signed with the FWA but it has always ended the same way, with the same result that awaits Devin Golden and Ashley O'Ryan; Andrew Johnson and Dan Ward standing tall, showing the might of the Great Siege. Now you stand alongside me Andy vying for the greatest prize on offer...like I said you are under appreciated when you're in the ring outside of a tag team match, I know how brightly you could shine and I would be nothing but happy for you if you set another record and held two Championships at once...but I will do everything I can to leave Mile High with the FWA Championship around my gorgeous waist. You are good Andrew but I'm better and I have fought harder than anyone else to get where I am now and I will fight harder than everyone else to win.

Its not like you would be left empty handed though Andy, like I've said my victory is a victory for all of us and you will still be apart of Aut Pax Aut Bellum when all is said and done. We the Great Siege have taken control of Fight Night, we have dominated the farce of an FWA Champion week after week and now we will claim it as our greatest prize. I will defend it with honour in the name of the Great Siege making each and every one of us proud as more and more Championship gold finds its way to us. We are going to bring the change that we have promised to the FWA and Mile High is going to be our greatest step towards this, OUR greatest victory in the Siege we have lain upon this company. We aren't ignored anymore...week after week we have shown to the world why we are coming to wield absolute power in the FWA. It has become undeniable how good each and everyone of us are, those misguided and ultimately foolish statements against me, against Aut Pax Aut Bellum and our brothers and sister have grown more and more silent as each day passes. But soon enough all those same people will be in an uproar proclaiming our greatness, shouting from the rooftops that we are everything we have said we are all along...and once again we will do exactly as we have set out to do...bring the FWA Championship to where it belongs...amongst greatness that has passed everybody else by.

Gabrielle swings her legs around and lets them dangle over the edge of the couch and down to the floor, she finishes her glass of champagne and then places it upon the table before getting to her feet. She lightly pats her arse straitening out the hemline of her dress before walking through the velvet curtain with the cameraman in tow as she proceeds further towards the front of the jet, passing all her previous seats. Her hands disappear from view, possibly caressing her breasts as a giggle escapes her lips.

Gabrielle: The ladies man Darnell Porter...the fallen god Duke Drazin...the overachiever Bullseye Johnson...the false Champion Rocky Creed...the great Andrew Johnson...and the Goddess Gabrielle all locked inside a steel cage. All five mortals vie for victory but only one of them has any real chance of besting divinity. This night; Mile High 2010 will be a great night for the Great Siege; The Astonishing One Chris Kennedy will defeat that annoying surfer Nathan Neptune Nowland, The Nigerian Nightmare Jibade Jones will repeat what he did to Anthony on Fight Night last though this time take the Television Championship with him and I...will become FWA Champion. I will improve upon what Jillian De Silva and Moira Crawford have done in the past, I will be an immortal inspiration for women everywhere and a showing of the power of the Great Siege.

She pauses in front of the door to the cockpit and then turns around, so much more of her gorgeous caramel skin revealed as she's unbuttoned the front of her purple dress revealing her mostly sheer white lingerie that fails miserably to hide that tasty complexion of her skin. She lets the dress fall from her body completely and stands there in just her lacy white bra with a 'Captain' broach pinned to her left breast, matching white boy leg panties with a black faux belt along with her black gloves and black stockings leading down to her stilettos. She removes her purple forage cap and leans in close to the cameraman, the skin and full curve of her breasts visible through the sheer material that strategically thickens over her nipples as she places the hat upon his head and then produces a black and white captains hat which she delicately puts upon her head. Her scarf is the last thing to go, revealing a short black tie that yearns to be longer and plunge between those breasts.

Gabrielle: That cute little stewardess outfit may have given the appearance that I'm merely just apart of all this but I am in charge of this moment, I have woven so much of it and set in motion my divine destiny...I WILL leave Mile High as Champion and the FWA will fall to its knees and worship me and embrace the Great Siege's dawn of change for the better.

She giggles and smiles into the camera with her eyes glowing that bright blue before she turns and opens the door, letting the cameraman admire the way her panties much like her bra fail to hide her skin or the curve of her buttocks which sway with her every step before the door swings shut and conceals her. Revealing the golden lettering upon it 'Gabrielle'...before everything fades to a promising darkness blessed by her last words...

Gabrielle: In the Goddesses words there is nothing but truth, in her heart nothing but love, in her mind nothing but desire and forever in her hands nothing but divine ability and the occasional crop...the Goddess will always reign supreme...Gabrielle 1.1

A soft beautiful giggle then silence...

[DramaShark]

Social Networking

*disclaimer: All FWA character cameos in this promo were used with permission by their respective creators*



After falling asleep on your living room couch after watching the latest FWA Night Night, you awaken to a loud static. As you pull the blanket off of you and see that the cable has gone out. But it's too late to call the cable company for service. You go into your bedroom and see the television in there is not working as well, just static. You decide the problem is worth checking out for yourself, so you head out to the garage. As you search for your toolbox, you notice the television in your garage is turned on, also with a sea of static plaugeing the screen.
"Odd" you say to yourself, as you don't remember turning the television on in the garage, you haven't in years, it's broken and can't pick anything up other than Snow. It's always been that way..You grab a screw driver out of the toolbox and you begin to head out of the garage. Just then, as you are about to exit you hear the sound of your TV clearing up and the sound of "My Own Summer" by the Deftones play over the TVs speakers. You feel alarmed for a bit, this television hasn't picked up a channel in 1995, yet you see in front of your own eyes a logo flashing on the screen, a logo that reads "K:TV"
"What the hell is going on!?!" you ask yourself as you stare at the television.



We see Chris Kennedy sitting on the couch in the locker room of The Great Siege, next to Chris we see a familiar guest. Kind of.

Chris Kennedy: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to yet ANOTHER thrilling episode of K:TV!
I am just as excited as you are, kiddies so calm down. Tonight, we have a very special guest on our show, none other than Nathan Neptune Nowland himself!!

the camera pans in on "Nathan Neptune Nowland", who isn't really Nathan Neptune at all but actually Zaire Wyoming in a bleach bond wig, a pair of aviator glasses, surfer shorts and a stupid Pooka Shell necklace. Zaire Wyoming has 3 blow up dolls next to him, each one representing a member of Entourage. Zaire is smiling away, enjoying his character role.

"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": Dude, it's great to be here dude, really. Just, dude!

Chris Kennedy: Nathan, we are certainly glad to have you. And you too, Entourage. Please, tell the viewers at home how you fell about being on the show! Please!

The camera pans in on the 3 blow up dolls, who obviously say nothing, then back to Zaire, err, I mean "Nathan Neptune Nowland"

"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": Dude, they don't really talk so much dude, but dude, Dude, DUDE! I got to say, this youth movement kick in the FWA dude, it's the Titts. Totaly gnarly.

Chris Kennedy: Nathan, forgive me but I have absolutely no idea what you are saying....


"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": Dude, it's all these new young dudes running wild dude, but everyoone knows that the two top dudes are you and me, dude. Yeah, we are the best. Ha!

Chris Kennedy: Nathan, Do you really think you are even in the same league as me? C'mon sport, let's get real now....


Nathan Neptune Wyoming starts pouting and sadly looks down at his feet.

"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": Ok....I admit it. I thought if I said we were the two best in the FWA, that people would associate my name with yours and I would get some of your spotlight, dude. I feel like a big dumb dummy dude. Real talk.

"NNN" starts crying hysterically and Kennedy pats the fake NNN on the back trying to calm him down.

Chris Kennedy: Hey hey hey now come on, don't start with the waterworks, little buddy. Everything is going to be okay! If you train hard and set your mind to it, you can be a big time star like Chris Kennedy!.

"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": Duuuuuude! You mean it....

Chris Kennedy: Well actually no, no Nathan, I am not going to lie to you. Truth is, you'll never be anywhere close to my level. The best you can hop for is that you get injured and Matthew Robinson gives you a nice desk job, because I promise you that you have no future in the FWA....

"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": Whoa dude that is pretty sad. So, like, what do I do, dude?

Chris Kennedy: In my honest professional opinion, I would say you should just give up. Your pretty worthless. I would stick to surfing and tanning, those two seem to treat you well..

"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": Dude dude dude dude dude dude you have opened my eyes bro and dude let me tell you, Chris Kennedy you are the greatest wrestler of ALL TIME, maybe you can train me one day?

Chris Kennedy: Yeah no I'm not doing that, but hey thanks for coming on the show and crying like a little bitch. We enjoyed having you. Now go f******k yourself and die..

"Nathan Neptune Wyoming": I plan on it duuuude

You turn have had enough of that and you turn the TV off. You head back in doors to see the television working properly, as if nothing ever happened, but at this point you are so sick of television that you head over to the computer and turn it on. After you log on to your face book, you see a peculiar status update.



Your curious, so you check out Chris Kennedy's facebook wall and see a link to his LiveJournal account, which you click on.

[tmnt316]

Road Not Taken

"The changing of reality, or what is true is relative to the happenings of the day but the point of truth in time and space, is not relative to anything."

“It pooled on the corner of my desk, dripping off the side, each drip following the last, splattering on the floor. I knew his luck had finally run out, that my worn and used cubby mug had finally broken to pieces, spilling coffee all over my desk. I had no one to blame but myself, as I was still jumpy from taking on that last case. I should have retired months ago but there always seems to be one more job, one more client and one more goal that pops up at the last minute, so why should this day be any different? As I began sopping up the paper towel with an old case file, another crackle of thunder struck outside my office, this time I was ready and wasn’t surprised, at least by the thunder. As when I looked up a drenched ridden Goddess stood before me in my office doorway. The way she moved across the room sent shivers up my spine. At the time I attested them to her beauty, but now looking back, I fear it was a warning, an omen that this woman was nothing but trouble.”

Observation #10
Signs seem to suggest the subject is experiencing a sense of lust.

“She shook the water from her body in such a delicate manner that it just flowed off of her and all I could do was stand there with my jaw dropped to the floor, for I had never seen anything with such beauty. She gave a cute giggle at my drool ridden face and then proceeded to tell me her name. Gabriella, the name certainly did her justice. I now wish she had been one of my numerous sleazeball clients who only wanted to catch their spouse cheating, as I would have said no and retired on the spot. But she used all her feminine ways, sucking me in just through her gaze and proceeded to tell me how she worked for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation and how she could lose out on her first ever championship match because the belt had been stolen. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she told me how she worked so hard for this shot and without the belt there may not even be a match. She played me like a fiddle and as with every other case before this one, I agreed to take on one final case.”

Observation #14
There seems to be a shift in the subject’s mood, like something or someone has changed his attitude.

“I decided to pay the FWF a visit and poke around a bit, the place smelled like ass and the more I delved into the cesspool the more my nostrils began to flare up. How anyone could work under these conditions really was an amazement to me, let alone get a beauty like Gabriella to work there. Upon my poking around I learned that there were many competitors up for the FWF championship, in something called a Kilometer High Massacre match. I learned how when their former champion Matty B died unexpectedly things went to complete shit, as he held the FWF together and now the scavengers have lined up to take his title, with many backstage quite pissed off someone like Apollo Balboa became the champion after not having he balls to take it off Matty B. I learned there were also many who detested Darn Port for even being in the match after his lack of effort lately, how Bull Johnson was seen as nothing but a way to hype the match by bringing his lazy ass over from Crossnight and throwing him in, due to the low competition. There was also the typical male pig headed clowns that felt Gabriella shouldn’t be in the match due to her sex, followed by Andrea Johnson for the same reason. There was also a sixth man who seemed familiar but I couldn’t place my finger on him and no one wanted to talk about him, they seemed afraid to even utter his name.

Observation #18
Subject seems to be trying to recall something, but at the moment is unable

“I figured I had all the information I needed to start my investigation and began to leave the arena, when I came across such a putrid stench, my stomach had more knots than a cub scouts practice rope. He walked right up towards me, I knew he wasn’t just going to pass by me and had something to say, so I took slow shallow breaths trying to suck in as little of his stench as possible. He came over and extended his hand introducing himself as the owner of the FWF G-Ditch and I must say his name fit him perfectly, either this guy really got into character or he just went with what he knew. He had heard I was hired to find the belt and wished me the best of luck, even giving me a lead which I was sure was just a cheap shot, that his rival over on Crossnight could be the man behind the theft, Matt Robin. He then proceeded to take a few moderately funny cracks at his last name and gave me a pat on the shoulder as he went about his business. I made a note to myself to burn my shirt just to never again have to think of G-Ditch’s stench, let alone smell it and quickly turned stopping him. I proceeded to find out why a so called loser like Apollo Balboa was given the title after losing so many times to the former champion and G-Ditch just laughed telling me to talk to his manager Drusilla Jolson. So I now had more than enough suspects to begin my investigation and the only question that remained was where to begin?”

Observation #24
Subject seems to be determined, although a bit disgusted from his facial expressions.

“After a bit of pondering I decided my best move was to start straight at the source. The man who was literally handed the title on a silver platter, Apollo Balboa, but at every turn I seem to get blocked. This guy seemed to think he was something special, like some druggie, ancient rockstar, who just won’t admit he was past his prime. Apollo Balboa had big words for someone that was handed an easy win, he always seemed to have big words, but when it came to actions, he didn’t seem to have a pot to piss in. So I decided then to take G-Ditch’s advice and track down Apollo’s manager Drusilla. I couldn’t believe my eyes at where my search took me, as I sat standing outside a strip joint named Porky’s. Upon further investigation I found the only similarity to the movie was upon seeing these strippers, you’d wish you stuck your dick through a hole in the wall too. Drusilla was the cream of the crop though, I couldn’t tell whether she was even a she. But a manager of the great Apollo Balboa, that moonlighted at a strip club for cash seem to be a decent suspect. Yet upon further reflection if she, he, it had stolen the belt, I’m sure the last place it would be is here. Then again I’ve been wrong before and maybe it just likes this place. After all the pig pen, with actual pigs rolling in mud, the stench of pig shit and the cliental, not to mention the employees really made this place shine. So I went up and gave it a dollar for some information, feeling dirty and overcharged all at the same time. It told me how the belt was stolen right out from under Apollo’s nose. He had it on his waist when he went backstage, yet after his oh so many interviews, where he said oh so many great things, the belt seemed to have vanished. I couldn’t help but crack how he earned it and lost in much the same manner. Drusilla’s face then seemed to scrunch up a bit and I swear I saw something move in its groin area. That was when I couldn’t take it anymore and had to leave, for I needed to get back to the office and take a shower. I had been in some sewer drains before but this one took the cake, if Drusilla took her clients belt, I’d never get it back because it would be turned to ash upon entering that pig pen. So looking back that was a complete waste of time, G-Ditch had led me on a wild goose chase, which could only mean he had something to hide or he really wasn’t that bright, I was going with the later for the time being.”

Observation #27
Subject seems rather annoyed.

“So with Jolson nothing but an eye sore and Balboa to full of shit to speak to anyone because he was so above everyone else, I decided to turn my attention towards Bull Johnson, but after the stories I had heard about him, I knew he’d definitely live up to his name and give me a bunch of bull. But even the biggest bsing scumbag has a little bit of truth thrown in to his lies, so I set forth in search of Bull Johnson. After a few hours of looking around the usual rat holes, I found him in a rather high end bar toasting his good fortune. I slinked off to the side, leaning up against the wall letting the shadows encompass me, listening to him spurt out how great he was. He seemed like a rather cheery fellow, at least for the moment, as he stated how he won’t lose due to a technically this time. He referenced the familiar sixth man, but again I couldn’t place my finger on him. He really seemed to have it out for the guy, must have really taken a beating the last time they faced. His demeanor quickly changed to that of a more tortured soul as a group of drunk hillbillies pointed out how he couldn’t hack it on Crossnight with the likes of Shrewd Stu and Coyote, so he was sent to Fire Fight, a show that had lost its greatest champion and now only had a hack for a champion. I learned three things from that moment, the first being I wasn’t the only one who considered Apollo Balboa a two bit hack, the second Bull Johnson was another one of these more flare than dare guys. His balls resided in his beverage and yap, any action taken by him would constitute the least amount possible, oh and the third thing, never piss off a drunk hillbilly. I watched as they started towards Bull and went to interject, after all couldn’t have them getting to him before I did, a strange feeling came over me though before I could stop the hillbillies, like I had helped this pitiful loser before, a tag team win popped into my head and as I went to attribute it to déjà vu, I got clocked in the back of the head by a hillbilly with a bottle. Another point to remember the bottles don’t break like in the movies. It was from that point on that things started to get interesting.”

Observation #30
Subject seems to have a mixed up picture of the world around him.

“As I came to I noticed Andrea Johnson calmly walking the hillbillies away from Bull, like she was the leader of their little siege. Again as I thought that word, an image popped into my head of Andrea, as a man, leading a group of whiners against their employer, only to fail at every turn thanks to that sixth man, who I just couldn’t place. But I figured the hit from the bottle must be making be see things and gave my head a shake, using this opportunity to play Andrea and Bull off of one another. Andrea seemed more calm than the other suspects I’d seen so far, but in more of a cocky manner if that makes any sense. As unlike Bull who had to spout out every ten seconds how he was larger than life, Andrea let it come across in her demeanor, but just like Bull you could tell she was overacting a bit too much and just like Bull she was full of just that, bs. So I struck up a conversation with the pair and started blaming each of them for the theft. Andrea was quick to remark how her and her partner Danny already had tag titles and how they can never be beat, so why bother stealing one when everyone knows she’ll win and completely destroy the previous record held my Matty B, because she can never be beat. Although as she said that images of her as a guy popped back into my mind, one with the headline APAB’s Tag Team Winning Streak Comes to an End” and another with that same sixth man pinning the male Andrea. Maybe this was all true and my mind was just messed up with genders, I thought, once again shrugging off the déjà vu feeling. Bull quickly broke the silence after Andrea’s statement, like he could ever shut up for more than ten seconds anyway, stating how just getting the ring with Apollo would be considered theft because he couldn’t defend shit on a stick. I found the analogy a bit disturbing but he made a good point. He then went on the same old song and dance about how someone being handed a title has no idea what’s it’s like to win, therefore they have no idea how precious it is, making any defense they come up with weak. Again both suspects seemed to indicate Apollo did this himself, for fear of defending his title was too great. Bull also didn’t seem to have the brains to steal anything and Andrea looked like she could barely hold onto one title, let alone two. So I put these two suspects on the backburner and decided to press on.”

Observation #35
Subject seems certain of his findings.

“The flashes were so off putting that I had to put on my sun glasses, as I stood waiting for Darn Port to get done his underwear modeling. I could instantly tell he was the type that had to look in the mirror every time he passed and could also be the type that would commit theft just to see what he looked like in the belt. It turns out I was more or less right on both accounts. As Darn Port strutted right up to me in his tighty whities and indicated for me to follow him, of course as we went passed a mirror he stopped and checked himself out, then pressed on to his office. This is where I found the belt, about fifty of them. As Darn Port had replicas of all different shapes and sizes hanging all over the walls of his office. From what I learned about the guy he had only ever won a main championship once and that lasted a whole month. At first I thought he had a title for every day he was champion, but fifty plus titles would be too many. So I just figured he had one for every time he tried and failed, as he seemed to do so often. As I thought that those damn flashes came back, like I was in front of a damn camera of something, I saw images of Porter losing his shot to Shrewd Stu, Matty B and Apollo only a bit different. I just chocked it up to the bottle hit again and moved on. This guy may not have stolen the title to wear, but he may have stolen it because it was the only way he could ever get a real one again. As I gave his replicas a thorough check he told me how he was in the hospital the past few weeks due to some nagging injury and that is why he lost so many times and that is why he had all these replicas and that is why he couldn’t have stolen the title. I found all his replicas to be nothing but the fakes they were and knew the only thing he was in the hospital for was probably a rash he got from ass waxing. He seemed like a great suspect, wanting to inflate his ego surrounded by fake titles, blaming made up injuries for his defeats and using said injury for an alibi. But with a quick call to the hospital he became my first suspect to be crossed off officially, as the nurse at the desk confirmed he was there at the time of the theft. Don’t worry as I had a friend hack the database just to be sure and unless he has a twin, security footage and records put him in the hospital at the time of the theft. As I was leaving, he even gave me one of his replicas, insisting I put it on. I figured he must have ran out of wall space or something, so I took it and put it on under my shirt to appease him, after all I did just accuse him of a crime he didn’t commit. He then told me to find the belt so he could win it, as no one in the match was any kind of competition besides the sixth man. It was like his name was blocked from my memory, as I just couldn’t hear or remember it when mentioned. But my gut told me it wasn’t him for some strange reason, so I went back to the office to collect my thoughts.”

Observation #40
Subject seems to be fading in and out of his current realm.

“I started my own black board listing of the facts as a means to collect my thoughts. Under cleared I had Darn Port and the Sixth Man. As for prime suspect it remained to be Rocky Creed. Wait, why had I just said that? Who the hell was Rocky Creed? I had no idea and erased the name putting up Apollo Balboa, figuring that bottle shot must have really messed me up. Balboa seemed the most likely suspect because he had easy access to the title, had that scary Druisilla to help him, didn’t seem to have the guts to win the belt let alone defend it and like all these guys was all talk and very little action. Andrea and Bull could have done it but I didn’t think they were that good at acting and both were too engulfed in themselves to every pull off this theft. G-Ditch was a possibility, as was Matt Robin, but both seemed unlikely as anything of this stature hurt the bottom line, meaning it hurt both of their financial standings because once fans found out the title was stolen for real, things may not go the FWF’s way, yet with all the slimeball tactics that go on in the FWF, it wouldn’t be completely outside the realm of possibility. Speaking of possibility Matty B’s ghost or maybe he wasn’t dead and came back to steal the title, could be the culprit. I heard that same ear turning giggle when I wrote that on the board and found Gabriella standing behind me. Damn that girl could float into a room without a single person knowing it, yet all the heads would turn upon knowledge she had arrived. She had come to see if I made any progress, I had little hope she’d be comforted by my Matty B theory. She also told me how she thought it was Apollo who stole the belt, only adding to Apollo’s guilt. She said she could arrange an audience with Apollo to let me judge his guilt and in fact he was coming over at that very moment. But she didn’t want to be seen helping, as the idea of her being a rat might not sit well with those backstage. So I let her stay in the backroom as Rocky Creed came through my front door, again I thought that name. I pulled myself together as Apollo came closer and began to size him up.”

Observation #48
Subject seems to be at the threshold, between his current and former realm.

“Apollo looked at my board and started cursing out all participates in the Kilometer High Massacre match. He claimed now that he was the top dog everyone was gunning for him. He then went on a whole tirade about how it was his legacy to be the best champion ever, how it was his time and fortunately I have forgotten the rest. But let’s just say he went on and on and on, I’ve seen diarrhea less runny than his mouth. But alas I listened and the more I listened the more I felt he did it, he was digging his own grave with each word that came out of his mouth. I finally had enough and went to my board erasing everything on it except his name, circling it and then informing him I was going to tell FWF officials that he was the culprit behind the alleged theft. While that just infuriated him to the point where he punched his fist into my office wall, stating how he’d be doing that to me next. But as he did, his fist barely dented the wall and he seemed more hurt than anything else, but as he said that the flashes came again. This time of many events all with Apollo, yet not him, it was him against the sixth man time and time again each time winning due to circumstances, nothing of which had to do with him, yet each time he gloated like he’d done something special. I hoped these images would never appear again as having him in my head was just too much to fathom. He was that much of a whiner. He quickly left my office holding his hand like a little wounded child. I heard him mutter great as he opened the office door only to find that a heavy rainfall had started. I laughed as he set out only to get drenched and then gave a dorky smile towards Gabriella as she came out of the back room. She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me, thanking me for solving the case and letting her have her shot at the big time. I was a bit dumbfounded for words knowing I never had a chance, but liking the feeling of thinking I did. After another thank you or two she asked if she could borrow my trench coat so she wouldn’t get wet, I agreed hoping it would give me an excuse to see her again and off she went out of my life or so I had thought.”

Observation #56
Subject seems to have fallen back into his current realm, enjoying his accomplishments.

“I leaned back in my chair proud I had solved my last case in record time and then I heard a huge rumbling of thunder, once again jolting me in my chair from the surprise. Another followed, then another, finally I had become settled and I heard another bang like thunder except it came from outside my office at ground level. I peeked out my window only to see Apollo Balboa falling face first in a mud puddle holding his gut. I yanked open my gun box only to find my gun missing. So I grabbed my backup gun, thinking I left my gun somewhere else in the office and headed out to see what happened. As I rounded the corner I saw what looked to be me, standing over Apollo’s body with my gun. As the figure swerved my jaw dropped, just as it did when she first appeared in my office. As the beautiful Gabriella was the shooter. I could barely lift my gun I was in such a state of shock. She smiled at me and the next thing I heard was the sound of gunfire, followed by a pain in my gut as I fell to the ground. She stepped up to me, stating how men were such fools and they’ve never compare to a Goddess like her and gave a slight giggle as I uttered my final word, Bitch, and slipped to my death.”

“Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist.”

Who…..What…..Where am I…..

Who….I know...you…

Boudreau…am…I dead?

Head pounding…talking like Tarzan…need to…get it…together

At least I can stand, on nothing I guess, in nothing, perpetual darkness, great.

Boudreau where’d you go old buddy, wait..what the…Trudy???...Emmett???

TRUDY: “You must let go my love, your vengeful reason for living after our death has been put to rest. Boudreau is dead, let your hatred die with him. Be the champion you were always meant to be.

EMMETT: “Yeah daddy go kick Creed’s bum.”

Head…bright….can’t stand it…..ugggh….

Gabrielle then grabs Drazin for a 34DDT but Drazin spits in her eye, Gabrielle is blinded for a moment and Drazin takes advantage grabs her by the hair knees her in the chest and then hits his finisher The Ice Plunge! Drazin covers Gabrielle 1...2...3

Andrew goes for a kick to the gut but Drazin catches Andrew's foot then pulls Andrew in and hits his finisher Ice Plunge! Drazin covers Andrew 1...2...3!

Things…becoming…..clear.. ..

Porter goes for the Prime Time Experience but Drazin grabs his face and rakes the eyes! Drazin gets up and kicks Porter in the gut and hits the Ice Plunge! He covers Porter...1.......2....... 3!!!!

Johnson gets up, lifts his opponent up into a supplex position. But the champion is so exhausted that he can’t finish the move. DD falls down on his opponent in a strange body press position: one… two… three…

Winner and new North American Champion: Duke Drazin via pinfall.

Meaningless…..ass….wiper… ..easy…win....

Drazin is limping, and looks at Boudreau and Jolson, who run around the ring. Drazin climbs to the second turnbuckle, and yells at them both, on the outside. As this is happening, Rocky Creed gets up, and hooks Drazin in the R.U.B.! He nails it, and covers him. 1, 2, 3!!

Boudreau….dead…..Drazin…. .lives……Creed…......D........E…….S……T….. R….O…Y..E.D

Observation #666
Subject has realized the extent of my experiment. The subject is on the brink of returning to his realm, experiment must be terminated as I fear for my life when the subject awakens.

If I shall not make it, I wish for my mark on science to be left.

This was performed and recorded by:

The Great Dr. Cornelius Brown.

Gabreilla turns from the dead bodies and begins to walk away when a man’s eyes pierce the darkness and he stands before her eyes glowing right at her. She shrieks firing off all the rest of her bullets at him, as he just floats closer and closer, going right through her and standing above the private eye, who she sees looks like one in the same. She watches as the private eye stirs and stands back up, smirking as the two men become one.

DRAZIN: “Hey bitch, the only thing God like about you is the Godly beating you took at the hands of Drazin on two separate occasions. This upside down world may be all out of whack but the fact remains that a bitch like you may try to screw Drazin over fifty different ways, but fifty different times you’ll get your ass beat in the end.

GABREILLA: “It can’t be, I, I, I killed you.”

DRAZIN: “Was that your dastardly plan, frame me for killing Apollo, Rocky, hell the damn Stallone movie rip off? What then hope you flash your ass around and get handed the belt just like Jolson? Creed? Whatever? “

GABREILLA: “That was the just of it, but you know maybe we could….”

DRAZIN: “Save it whore because unlike Drazin’s sap counterpart, Drazin sees right through your whore self. You framing Drazin for the murder of movie rip off is just an allusion, to Drazin ending the short legacy, if it can be called that, of Rocky Creed. You shooting yet not killing Drazin may allude to Drazin being a God, but more likely it alludes to Drazin have this belt around Drazin’s waist.”

Drazin lifts up his shirt showing the belt Darn Port gave him, with a bullet stuck in the middle of it, as it saved his life.

DRAZIN: “All signs point to Drazin winning this ass wiper, from a hack like Creed who’s keeping it warm for Drazin, to opponents like the Great Siege whore and its so called leader who Drazin has now beaten on two separate occasions each, to Port a Pottie who already blew ten chances at a title so one more won’t hurt to Drazin’s old pal Bullseye, who will whine about Drazin cheating to beat him for his precious title last time and forget all about the beating Drazin recently gave him. All signs point to Drazin being the champion, all signs point to the beginning of a quest, of a realization, of the rise of Duke Drazin and the fall of anyone who gets in my way. Two years ago Boudreau started his legacy in a hard fought match, where Creed and Porter couldn’t hack it then either, two years ago started everything that would bring upon his demise and I’m here to tell everyone in the Piss Pot Place, that you won’t be that lucky. For when the rise of Duke Drazin begins, death will be upon anyone who steps in the ring with me, death will be the only way out and Drazin will be unstoppable.”

His eyes glow brighter than ever slowly turning the surrounding area into nothing but a bright red light, before encompassing nothing but Drazin himself, as he vanishes from sight, with nothing but the replica belt where he once stood.

[PT15]

Scene One: Pressure Bursts Pipes.


Webster’s Dictonary defines the word pressure as the burden of physical or mental distress, another meaning of the word is the stress or urgency of matters demanding attention : EXIGENCY <people who work well under pressure>


Standing in on the field at the Cowboys Stadium all that can be heard is the sound of Darnell Porter’s tour guide giving him facts about the stadium, at this point they seem to be the only people in the stadium. However that will be different in a few days as 110,000 fans will be screaming at the top of their lungs for Mile High.



Darnell: They say pressure bursts pipes.


Darnell chuckles for a brief moment before getting back to the tour of the stadium.


Darnell: Mile High 2010, main event match, a match being held in the largest domed stadium in the world, and the prize of all prizes the FWA Title will be on the line. This will indeed be a pressure cooker. Rocky Creed the FWA Champion has seemingly shown the ability to perform under pressure.


A hint of sarcasm can be heard in the voice of Darnell Porter as he flashes a cunning grin.


Darnell: Yes Rocky you showed in defeating me you could deal with pressure one time but on a consistent basis you ability to deal with pressure has been less than stellar. Let us remember you were up 2-0 on Matt Boudreau only to falter under the pressure. Since becoming FWA Champion what have you done? Losses to Gabrielle and Chris Kennedy have got you on a rough start as champion and trust me I know about starting a title reign on the wrong foot.


Darnell: That is where the similarities end, my lack of success as World Heavyweight Champion was not due to failure to perform under the microscope as champion, hell my best performance as champion was when I lost the title. People may think that to be an odd statement but I put everything into that particular match but Stu St. Clair was better on that night, nothing for me to be ashamed of. My lack of success as World Champion was due to not doing the little things required. Rocky I know for a fact you do all those little things needed to be successful, I would say you are the hardest working man in the FWA. Your problem is dealing with being under that spotlight, as champ you have so many more media commitments, promo appearances, everyone wants a piece of your time and the pressure of that spotlight is affecting you. All of those things never bothered me, I love being the center of attention but you on the other hand are not that kind of guy. Rocky you aren’t flashy, you are not a “me” kind of person, you are the type who would prefer to let your wrestling do all the talking. Once pressure gets to a high enough level a person eventually cracks, you break down will occur at Mile High curtsey of one “Prime Time” Darnell Porter.



The two make their way to the middle of the field where the big Star for the Cowboys is located, while the tour guide isn’t looking Darnell spits right on the star . . . Darnell is a lifelong Philadelphia Eagles who hates the Dallas Cowboys.


Darnell: Now that we know how Mr. Creed deals with pressure let me breakdown how the other participants deal with pressure. Duke Drazin handles pressure as well as Ray Finkel did in Ace Ventura.


Darnell shares a laugh with the tour guide over the reference, the laces were out.


Darnell: One of career highlights in sports is the fact I was an All-American sprinter in track during my high school and college days. If I had to use a track analogy to describe how Duke performs under pressure I would say, he runs a great race but always falls just a bit short in the end.


A quick sound clip of Jay-Z’s on to the next one plays throughout the stadium signaling on to the next opponent.


Darnell: Bullseye Johnson, I would say you handle pressure as well as the Boston Bruins did in last seasons NHL Playoffs.


The look on Darnell’s face is one of “yeah I went there.” Hit the Boston native where it hurts.


Darnell: At least Ray Finkel . . . I mean Duke Drazin is in the conversation, you on the other hand fail to even make the conversation. In life birth, death, taxes, and a Bullseye Johnson choke under pressure are guaranteed to happen.


Knowing what is at stake Darnell is going to bring his “A” game physically in the ring and verbally outside the ring, no punches will be pulled.


Darnell: Three will crack under the pressure of Mile High so that leaves me with only two left, being a gentleman I will start with Gabrielle. I’m sure Gabrielle has been in quite a few pressure situations in bed . . . let me stop, this non-sex stipulation has been killing me as sex is consistently on my mind. You are a former Women’s Champ and former Tag Team Champion but the level of pressure in performing in a FWA Title is more intense then any level of pressure you have ever been under in the ring. In a nutshell that means you will choke and if I had to guess it won’t be the first or last time you “choke.”


After that one Darnell hits his forehand and mumbles, “get sex off your mind, after you win the title you can make up for lost time but the title should be priority number one.


Darnell: Last one of the list is Andrew Johnson, I really don’t have any fancy nicknames or funny jokes for you. Andrew has made his name as a tag team wrestler, he is a part of a group in The Great Siege which is making a lot of noise in the FWA, all of those things do not help you in one way in dealing with the pressure associated with this match. All that means is a reliance on others which helps you none, yes Gabrielle is in the match but either one of you two will backstab the other in a heartbeat to win the FWA Title. Add on to the fact of all the wrestlers in this match you have the least amount if experience in this high profile matches, that factors equate not performing well under pressure.



Darnell: Now I have spoken about how my opponents perform under pressure, those watching are wondering how I feel about my performance under pressure . . . I perform very well under pressure. One reason is I love all the attention pressure brings, 110,000 people makes me take my game to a higher level while others can’t deal with that kind of pressure. Another reason I perform well under pressure is the fact I’ am not afraid of failure. That sounds odd so I will explain, Michael Jordan once said “I failed over and over and over in my life that is why I succeed.” Some of my in-ring failings are well known, that however does not shake my confidence. I have a 1 and 6 change of winning the Mile High match, not great odds but that doesn’t deter me in any way. The last reason I perform well under pressure is the fact I have been performing longer under pressure than anyone in this match.



A highlight of Cowboys Stadium is its gigantic center-hung high-definition television screen, the largest in the world, flashing on the television is a picture of Darnell Porter on the cover of Sports Illustrated . . . when he was in high school. With his football jersey on the headline reads . . . “Darnell Porter, the next Randy Moss.”


Darnell: I have performed under pressure since I was in high school. Everyone I played against saw the cover, they were motivated to shut me down but this athlete had no Sports Illustrated cover jinx. I dominated on the football field and the track, All-American, Gatorade National Athlete of the Year so the pressure didn’t bother me. At Florida State I come in with a lot of hype, A Five Star recruit and all I did there was be an All-American in two sports and broke records. In the FWA the pressure on me to live up to expectations has been there from day one, a World Heavyweight, Television, and X-Division Title later validates my performance under pressure. The difference between the other five competitors and myself is, they falter under pressure while I’ am driven by being under pressure.


As Darnell continues the tour the last image is on the television screen is a quote . . . “Pressure bursts pipes, except if you are Darnell Porter.”



Scene Two: The Bridesmaid


Everyone in the church stands to their feet when “here comes the bride” begins to play, one of the people at the wedding is none other than Darnell Porter. As the bride arrives at the alter, Darnell’s focus shifts over to the bridesmaids. The look on his face changes as he sees the ugliest bridesmaid ever. This particular bridesmaid for starters is guy, he stands about 6’6, he is Bald, he has a black goatee, and his eyes look like they glow in bright light. Not wanting to disturb the wedding he thinks to himself, “that’s not who I think it is.” At the reception Darnell is talking when he sees the “bridesmaid.” Darnell bursts in laughter at the “Duke Drazin” look alike.



Darnell: Nice little skit, Duke I put a lot of work into getting this skit ready . . . I hope you liked it. It’s very simple, Duke Drazin is the bridesmaid of the FWA. The bridesmaid plays second fiddle to the bride, sounds a lot like Duke who plays second fiddle anytime he gets in a FWA Title match. The required duties of bridesmaids are very limited. They are required to attend the wedding ceremony and to assist the bride on the day of the wedding. Let me see, when Duke get these big matches he is in attendance and you can say he assists his opponent to victory. So why is it that Duke seems to fail when the stakes are at there highest? Maybe it was the Matt Boudreau factor, maybe Duke isn’t as good as he thinks, or maybe he is just unlucky. In any case, Duke, no more talking about Matt Boudreau, lack of talent, or being unlucky. I think it’s just the lack of skill to perform in the clutch. As depressing as it may sound, unless something changes or unless something freaky happens in the FWA, it will likely stay that the Duke Drazin is the FWA’s bridesmaid, never being the bride. In my book you are no longer Duke Drazin, until you win the big one your new name is bridesmaid. Bridesmaid come Mile High a familiar scenario for you will come into effect, once the FWA Title is around my waist you can add my name to the list of reasons why you are the ultimate bridesmaid.


Scene Three: Selling your Soul


Standing outside an office with the letters “GS” on the door Darnell is observing the happens in the office, a young lady named “Ms. G” looks to be signing something as other members of this “GS” group look on. Darnell hears one of the members say, “signing with us will lead to title shots, glory, fame, all you have you do is sign your soul away . . . I mean sign this contract. Darnell looks on in disbelief as “Ms. G” signs the contract. All he can do is walk away shaking his head.



Darnell: Gabrielle I used to have a massive amount of you, great looks and in-ring ability was part of the reason I respected you. The other part of that respect equation is I thought you were one of the few people independent enough not to sell their soul, guess I was wrong. The first question I’d ask is why? Why join a group of people who are nothing more than punk asses who can’t stand on their own feet by themselves. I knew you were far from a goody-good but I never thought you would stoop this low. It’s evident you have picked up their ways quick as your have become a complete bitch.


Darnell says “sorry Mom” to the camera. He was raised not to call a woman that but Darnell Porter keeps everything a hundred.


Darnell: Because you have been acting like a bitch, I will treat you like a bitch. Matter of fact in the Mile High match I will make you my personal bitch. I could be wrong but your rational for joining The Great Siege is you felt you were overlooked by management for title shots. Guess what sweetheart, that happens to a lot of us. I was on Fight Night for damn near a year before I got a FWA Title shot, I didn’t like it but I also didn’t sell out in order to get one either. I may be a lot of things but one thing I’ am not is a sellout. When I was getting overlooked I just continued to work hard knowing my time would come. Gabrielle you took the easy way out and I have no respect for that.


Darnell: I always thought you were talented enough by yourself but I guess you didn’t believe enough in your own abilities. Guess it’s working out for you seeing how you have got your title but in the long run you will regret this decision. Now that you got the shot you wanted for so long, it’s time to put up or shut up. One thing your little Great Siege buddies can tell you is Darnell Porter is a bad mofo. I’ve kicked all their asses with the exception of Chris Kennedy only because I haven’t wrestled him yet but I’d kick his ass too. Whether I have to go through you, Andrew, Bridesmaid, Bullseye, Rocky, The Great Siege, Drew Jolston, the entire Fight Night or Cross Fire roster, or even the Dallas Cowboys I will win the FWA Title at Mile High . . . that is a promise. One last thing Gabrielle, after I win the FWA Title I intend to make up for thirty days worth of lost time. Knowing how much you’ve always wanted a Prime Time Experience I’ll leave you the key to my hotel suite, so be a good “bitch” and don’t keep the champ waiting.



Darnell puckers his lips and kisses into air with a cocky look on his face.



Scene Four: The Wildcard


“Boom and Pow” can be heard coming out of the mouth of Darnell Porter’s nephew, his nephew is playing with his FWA action figures doing his version of the Mile High match. Of course “Unca D” is winning.



Darnell: Kid is on to something, I like that version of the Mile High match.


As Darnell looks on his nephew using the Darnell figure hit Andrew Johnson with The Prime Time Express.


Darnell: That kid is reading my mind as Andrew Johnson is who I was just thinking about. You have guys like myself, Rocky, and Bridesmaid who are getting a lot of the hype heading into this match. Seeing how we are the top three guys on Fight Night I would say the hype is justified. Then you have Bullseye and Gabrielle who have won singles titles. Then there is Andrew Johnson, a man who has made his career as a tag team wrestler, while he isn’t getting the hype as others I see him as the wildcard in this match. He is flying under the radar but he brings a strength element in which I feel no one else in this match can match. Having been in the ring with him I can attest that he has that strength in which he can dominate a match. A cage match can be very conducive to a man with his strength; I know he has an ability to be able to throw me around in the cage. The beauty of a wrestling match is while someone has strengths, they also have weaknesses which I exploit better than anyone. A match of this nature will not end quick which brings endurance into the fold, I can say I’ am fully recovered and no-women for 30 days has gave more time to work out so endurance which is never a problem for me anyway won’t become one in this match.


Darnell: Big men like Andrew tend to lack the stamina necessary to compete in long matches, he trains as a tag wrestler in which half the work is required than that of a singles wrestler. Speed and Quickness, no one in the FWA comes to matching me in those attributes. I’ am not just fast, I’ am world-class Olympic sprinter fast. If I stopped wrestling and trained solely for the Olympics I’d win a Gold medal. The only way to win is to hang the title after climbing the ladder, with my speed no one and I mean no one can climb that ladder faster than me. A match such as this has unique dimensions in terms of a cage and use of ladder, my speed will allow me to manipulate my surroundings turning them into my personal playhouse.



Darnell looks at his nephew, he tells him “show the world what will happen.” Darnell’s nephew uses the Darnell figure to take everyone else out, than he has the figure hang a toy FWA mini-title after climbing the later. Looking at the camera with a smile on his face Darnell says, “kids never lie.”



Scene Five: A familiar face in a familiar spot


Walking onto the court inside Conseco Fieldhouse things haven’t changed much in twenty months. The Indiana Pacers still play their home games here, the banners and jerseys of retired players are the same as before. Conseco Fieldhouse has received widespread acclaim as one of the finest facilities in the entire sports world. While Darnell Porter would agree with that he can’t shake a previous memory of twenty months ago.



Darnell-I remember it just like yesterday, my opportunity to reign the FWA World Heavyweight Title went down the drain. It is fitting Bullseye is in this match at Mile High for a few reasons. One we have faced each other in a variety of matches, probably the only person I’ve wrestled more is Wolf. We pretty much know each others styles and what the other is thinking in the ring, he’s won a few and I’ve won a few but one match stands out more than any other. Twenty months ago we were in the ring for a title match, now Bullseye should have never been in the match seeing how I didn’t even my one on one rematch for a title I lost. As history shows he was in the match and if memory is correct you were the one who lost.


Losing stings but especially when you weren’t the one who lost, that match essentially put a wedge into the Darnell-Bullseye friendship.


Darnell: Little did I know at the time I wouldn’t receive a World Heavyweight or FWA Title shot until a year after that match. On that night I feel you took a golden opportunity from me, for that we could never be as cool as we were. I understand we all are competitors but had you waited a month you would have got your shot, I took it very personal. That was the beginning of the end, overtime we drifted apart and now it’s to a point in which we don’t speak which is fine by me. Being an individual sport friendship really doesn’t work in wrestling, every man for himself and that is why I don’t have many friends in wrestling. The past is the past, time to focus on the present which is Mile High. Bullseye we have come full circle from twenty months ago, both of us in a match with all the marbles on the line. You come into the match on a high after defeating me, I give you credit as you were better than me on that night but come Mile High I will be better than you and four others on that night. Must be nice being able to waltz onto Fight Night and get a FWA Title shot so quick. Hell I didn’t get one that quick, Rocky Creed waited a long time before he got one and Gabrielle is just getting one after a long wait. What is it about you that got you a title shot so quick? You must be the “chosen one” because tale of the tape points a argument against you getting a shot so quick as opposed to waiting as long as I did. Title credentials, I have better ones. Wins in big matches, you don’t come close to measuring up to me. As for who is the better wrestler, child please if you think you are a better wrestler. Tonight will mark the beginning of a new chapter in my career and a familiar chapter in the book of Bullseye’s career.


As the lights dim in the arena Darnell leaves Conseco Fieldhouse feeling much better than his last visit.



Scene Six: The Obsession


Narrator: In any athletic competition amongst elite competitors the difference between winning and losing is small, usually something small swings the balance into ones favor. In the world of professional wrestling physical differences can be overcome. Having a strength and size on an opponent can be an advantage, however world class speed or supreme technique can shift the power of balance. In professional wrestling the difference usually is mental, the ability to have mental superiority over an opponent can throw the opponent off just enough to allow for victory. Having that mental edge forces an opponent to wrestle differently than usual, the focus of this lesson is having the mental edge and how to counter once that mental edge is gone.

In a dimly lit room the sound of foot steps can be heard walking across the floor, as the foot steps get louder the person walking is getting closer to their destination. The walking has stopped as foot steps cannot be heard anymore, that is when a voice is heard repeating the same words over and over again.




Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . . come out and play.

Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . . come out and play.

Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . . come out and play.

Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . . come out and play.



The speaking ends as the footsteps resume, a television is turned on. Red, White, and Bruised 2009 is visible across the screen. The person in the background continues to be in the darkness not wanting to be seen, going through the chapters on the DVD, the Television Title Match between Rocky Creed and Darnell Porter is selected to watch. The fast forward button is being pressed on the remote to get to certain points in the match.


“Rocky Irish whips Darnell into the ropes, Rocky attempts a Running Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker which Darnell counters with a head scissors. As Rocky gets to his feet Darnell nails Rocky with a beautiful dropkick, impressed by himself Darnell shouts to the crowd, “This is Prime Time’s house.”


Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . He is too quick for you.


“Rocky sends Darnell into the ropes, he gets Darnell in the air for an attempted Samoan Drop but Darnell counters the move into a crucifix for a two count.”


Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . He can counter any move at anytime.


“Darnell flips Rocky onto his stomach and delivers a vicious elbow drop onto the lower back of Rocky. Not satisfied with one elbow Darnell drops another one into the lower back. Positioning himself near the ropes Darnell picks Rocky up off the ground. Darnell lifts Rocky in the air for a but falls forward so that the torso of Rocky bounces off the top ring rope, Darnell uses this momentum to quickly lift the Rocky overhead once more and falls backwards, driving the back and shoulders of Rocky to the ground.”


Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . Name the body part and he will systematically take it apart.


“Darnell makes his way to the top rope. Once he is at the top he comes off with a 450 Splash, a cover sees Rocky kick out at two.”


Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . If you blink youmight miss something.


“Darnell picks Rocky up and rams his back into the steel post. Darnell rolls Rocky into the ring, he grabs Rocky’s leg and smashes it against post, holding onto the leg Darnell puts on a figure four across the ring post. Finally breaking the hold Darnell roles back into the ring.”


Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . He's got a mean streak like none other.


“Darnell wildly swings a punch that is ducked by Rocky who gets Darnell in a sleeper. Standing near the turnbuckle Darnell presses his feet off the top turnbuckle and uses his momentum to roll over on Rocky even though Rocky still has the hold on, Rocky’s shoulders are on the mat as the referee counts, one, two, three.”




Voice: Rocky . . . . . . . . Even when you think you’re in control, remember he can turn the lights out at any moment.


On the television a victorious Darnell Porter is seen with the Television Title around his waist, that is the last scene as the television is turned off making the room completely dark again. In a methodically composed voice the man in the background begins to speak again.


Voice: That is how one develops a mental advantage over another wrestler, a mental advantage is quite useful until it is thrown out the window . . . . . . .


A light comes on, the area is one that has seen by fans before as it is the “War Room” of one Darnell Porter. The worst kept secret of the “mystery voice” has been revealed as Darnell Porter is standing by an open window. Taking a step back to build momentum he throws “something” out of the window.


Darnell: In being defeated by Rocky Creed at Red, White, and Bruised eliminated any mental advantage I had over Rocky Creed. My advantage was in the fact he never defeated me in a one on one match, well that gold around his waist is living proof I can no longer claim to have never been defeated by Rocky in a singles match. For those still wondering about my throwing motion, I will explain. Physically I threw nothing out of the window, what was thrown out that window is much more important than anything physical . . . any mental advantage and possible advantage I had over Rocky Creed went flying out of that window. Rocky always felt he could beat me but the fact he actually did it validates everything he has said, for me that means time to go back to the drawing board to come up with another strategy to beat Rocky Creed.


Darnell: Now I know that there are others involved in this Mile High match and I’ am not overlooking them in anyway, I spoke about them earlier but Rocky Creed is the object of my focus. The reasons are simple, around his waist he wears what I feel I should be wearing. Red, White, and Bruised 2010 was supposed to be the crowning moment in my career. It was supposed to be the moment in which I shut all the critics up for good and became the FWA Champion. That didn’t happen and until that does my sole purpose on this Earth is to fight until I become FWA Champion. Rocky, you have something I want . . . matter of fact something I FEEL THAT BELONGS TO ME. Because of that you are number one on my list.



As the scene fades out Darnell says the name “Rocky” one final time.



Scene Seven: My Time is Now


With his headphones on Darnell Porter is getting in that zone needed to wrestle, the locker room is quiet as Darnell is on the training table getting his ankle taped. Once the trainer is finished Darnell begins pacing back and forth as the Mile High Match is less than an hour away.



Darnell: Everything I have done is all on the line tonight, from getting over the loss to Creed to recovering from injures to reproving my ability as a wrestler to get in this match. The hard work has been put in and now it is time to reap the benefits of that work. Past experiences also serve as personal motivation heading into the match. A while back I won the Elimination Chamber, while is it different from this match there are some similarities. Both are high profile matches, both are very dangerous matches, and both feature six wrestlers. In winning that match I overcome fears I had leading into that match, no such fears exist now as winning that match proved I could handle any type of match. My previous Mile High match serves as motivation but for a different reason, in the 2008 Mile High Match I helplessly watched Matt Boudreau hang the title after climbing the ladder. I have never felt that helpless before, as I got behind the curtain I stuck my head out just to see the celebration. In watching Matt celebrate winning the FWA Title I made a personal vow . . . If I ever got into another Mile High Match I was going to win. Two years later I intend to turn my vow into my reality. Tonight is the night I have always dreamt about . . . the nice when I become the best wrestler in the world. All of the struggles I have been through, getting kicked out of the football team in college . . . to my 19 day reign as World Heavyweight Champion . . . from having everything about me questioned . . . to this recent chain of events I went through were to build me for this moment. More than even do I feel I’ am ready to be that top guy, tonight is my night to shine. My time is now, Rocky Creed, Bridesmaid, Gabrielle, Bullseye, and Andrew provide tough opposition but no one or nothing will stop me from my destiny. Let me provide a preview for tonight’s match, the winner of this match and the new FWA Champion . . . Prime Time Darnell Porter!!!

[Death Approaches]

~Thursday November 11, 2010 – 10:11:32…33…34… AM – Somewhere in Africa~

The scene opens up in a sunny day. The trees in the far background paint a beautiful picture, the sun shining above them reflects its lights upon it, a mix of brown, green and yellow are on the ground, making a mix of grass, mud and dust lay on it. In the sides it is green, in the center it is brown, and beside it is a little yellow. A dirt track is on the center of all of this. We are somewhere in Africa here, the wildlife can’t be seen much at this time except some birds flying above our position, everything is quiet for a couple of seconds in which you can admire this unusual place to see here. After these seconds pass the silence is broken, the sound of a motor breaks it. A tourist car starts driving through the dirt track, the car is moving slowly through it. You see that in the head of it there is a typical green jeep on the front, and on its back there are two other cars, they are driven ahead by it. In the front a dark colored man, maybe on his mid 30’s, he has his left hand on the driving wheel and his right hand on the microphone. The camera doesn’t stop here though; it goes back to one of the tourist cars, not the first one, but the second one. The tourist car is white; three rows of seats, the first two ones are full, five people sitting in each one. The third one though is only occupied by one person. We all know that person; he is Anthony, the FWA TV Champion. He is sporting short pants that reach his knees, it is a green color, resembling to those used in military tanks. His shirt is of the same color, it cuts on his elbows and it is a button shirt. He is sitting in the middle of the seats looking to the sides, until he starts talking.

Anthony: Well, here I am at Africa. You may be asking yourself why, or maybe you know why this time. But I am going to tell you that it is not only because my opponent is from Africa, but rather because I wanted to visit this place some time in my life. You see when I was a kid I was always fascinated by the world, it is so diverse, it is rich full of different things and species of animals, plants and people. Africa isn’t different. I’ve always been fascinated about history of the world, so in natural I’ve always wanted to travel it. But you know, this is not only because I wanted to but rather also because this is kind of like a business trip. You see I’ve always been a very symbolic person; this is the other reason why I am here. In here you can see a diverse type of animals, and that is really why I came here.

All of the sudden before Anthony stops talking a kid in front of him turns around, he is obviously a fan. He is almost as white as Anthony in color, so he is also a tourist in Africa; the kid has a huge smile on his face.

Kid: Hey there… You are the FWA wrestler Anthony. Right, right, right?!?

The kid talked really fast and now he was breathing really, really fast, he was really nervous, you could tell just by how he talked and by how he acted. Anthony lets out a little laugh and nods.

Anthony: Yes, yes I am in fact the FWA wrestler Anthony, now what can I do for you?

Kid: Well… could you give me an autograph?

Anthony: Yeah sure.

The kid hands him a paper and a pen, Anthony starts signing it as the kid keeps talking to him.

Kid: Well, you know I’ve always been a fan, since you were DA, but you know, now that you are Anthony it’s like BAM! You are way awesomerer now! Before, I was a fan but now I am a HUGE fan!

Anthony finishes signing it and gives the kid his autograph, he is puzzled, you can see this in his face, and before the kid turns around he asks him something.

Anthony: Can I ask you something kid?

Kid: Sure! Go ahead.

Anthony: You know. I never really got my head into place with this. I don’t know really how I got this much fan base. I can ask other people at work that are my fans, but you know, they wouldn’t really know what to answer… I just want to know, why am I so popular?

Kid: Really? That’s your question? Well it’s a really simple question to answer; it could be answered in a thousand different ways. Like well I can tell you that you have many fans because of the way that you are with people, like the way that you treat others. But the thing that got you the biggest fan base isn’t any of that but rather because you are sincere. That’s why you got so many fans all of the sudden, no one could tell things like you.

A grin appears on his face as he looks at the kid.

Anthony: Well, thanks kid. You have really been a big help, hey, you watching Mile High?

Kid: Sure, wouldn’t miss it, Jibade is in for the beating of his life!

Anthony laughs a little more and mouths the words ‘Thanks’ as the kid nods and turns around forward again. We see on the background that the grass starts to grow a little taller of the ground, the trees start disappearing as only one or two can now be seen.

Anthony: So that’s it, that’s what got me here right? Being sincere eh? Well this is sure a chance to be sincere at a full. You see, this Sunday, I go to Mile High, my title is on the line, my reason for being here is on the line, I will go there to keep my title, but that will not be an easy task. My opponent is none other than Jibade Jones, a long time rival of mine, Jibade and I have fought each other five times, in which I have been able to pick up the win only once, and he has picked up the win three other times. But the most important factor is that even if he has more wins over me than I got over him, is that I am coming here with momentum. You see the only time I have picked up a win over him was last week. Last week Jibade and I faced one on one, I got the win, but he got the last laugh… but that was only last week. This week it’ll be different, you see last week I told you that you didn’t belong in the Great Siege, and I told you that you became weak. I showed just that, picking my first win over you in my career, but you know what I didn’t tell you why you belong in the Great Siege.

The tourist car starts passing beside zebras, a bunch of zebras, the grass starts getting taller and taller, the zebras eating off it. Anthony starts looking there as he keeps on talking.

Anthony: The Great Siege has been a pack, they are always together, and they stick together. Much like these zebras, they are together to eat, pass time, they sleep together, they live together. They are practically family, much like what the Great Siege is. But there is always someone lurking in the shadows, someone who can’t be stopped, that’s when the problems start. The Great Siege is just like that they stay together until a one moment when they know they can’t stop it. That’s when they start… well running…

The zebras start running just as Anthony says this, the zebras start spreading across the field, the grass starts moving to the sides, it starts jumping to the sides and all of the sudden a lioness jumps out of it you see the lioness attacking, running behind the zebras, the lioness jumps on a zebra and the rest… well the rest is covered by the tall grass.

Anthony: Much like these zebras, the Great Siege saw that you couldn’t be helped when you were against me. In this case I was the lioness and you were the zebra, I defeated you, I took away your life. Where were your Siege brothers then? Just like the zebras they ran for their life, they left you alone to your own faith. Jibade, you of all people should know that even if you see it as an advantage to be in a pack, you shouldn’t be there. Sometimes it’s better to be a lone predator, like you were before, because sometimes when you are on a pack, you become soft, you become well you become weak. You become dependent on the others. You know that you have always been a ‘me’ man you only care only for yourself and no one else, being in a stable is all about being able to share things, something that you haven’t been in your career as you have always been a lone wolf, and you know what…I will have to be fully honest with you now.

Anthony passes his hands through his hair and lets out a sigh. In the background the grass starts lowering once again as we see some of the scattered zebras together once again.

Anthony: Jibade, really, why do you think you got this title shot? Seriously tell me why? To deserve a title shot you must do something RELEVANT. Something that you DIDN’T do. The only reason why you got this title shot was to ‘fill’ a position here, to make me defend my title. This is what pisses me off Jibade. You see you get shots like this ALL the time, shots that you don’t deserve, hell you didn’t even deserve to get your shots at the Young Lions Championship back then. To be worthy of this title shot you should have done something relevant, but you didn’t, the last thing important that you did was joining the Great Siege, but by that time you were nearly forgotten already. You see Jibade I know you, and I know that you’ll go out there saying that I shouldn’t even be holding this title, but who are you to say this? I admit, since I got this title I haven’t done it justice, I haven’t defeated too many important people, only APAB beside Drazin. But you know what this is for us? This is our time to prove what we are and why we are here. But sadly only one can prove it, and the bad news for you are that the one who will prove it will be me.

The dust in the trail in front has started disappearing and roads begin to appear, the grass starts disappearing, but there is still a little savannah left in there.

Anthony: The two periods of time that you have gotten the most fame have been when you have been on stables, the first one when you were in Disciples of Sin when you were shot into the Young Lions Division and now when you are in the Great Siege, but after you left the Disciples of Sin what happened to you? You disappeared on the shadows; that’s what will happen to you when you leave the Great Siege. Jibade, you will be exposed for what you are: a nobody. As I said earlier on, it pisses me off that you get this title shots Jibade, yes you are a great competitor for a short amount of time, but after that what happens? You go back to what you were on your start. But let’s go again to my original question on you, what did you do to deserve this title shot? Attack me? That just showed that you are weak, Jibade, you couldn’t even defeat me, that’s why you shouldn’t be competing for my title. Jibade, my point has been proven, not only by my words but also by my actions against you, I have already proven my point that I am better than you by defeating you last week, but that was in a non-title environment…

At this point we have passed the savannah part of the tour and it is coming to an end, you see that the trees are replaced by buildings. Anthony bends forward and looks directly at the camera.

Anthony: This… this is different; this is my first title defense ever. But what gives me confidence is that this is my opponent is someone who I have already defeated. Jibade, you couldn’t even win the Young Lions Title from Joshua Diehl, even though I respect that man, I have to say that I am better than him as I already defeated him before. So I have to ask you what makes you think you deserve this title? I have an answer for you: nothing makes you deserving of it. If you somehow defeat me I’ll start considering that you deserve it, but deep down you know that you don’t… and that’s what will lead you to your defeat Jibade. You will need the Great Siege out there to help you Jibade, you will need all the help that you can get because I am not losing this title! Not you, not Chris Kennedy, not Nathan Neptune Nowland, hell not even Matthew Robinson can stop me in my quest to become the greatest TV Champion that has ever been seen in FWA. I wish you good luck out there, but only one will come out the victor… and that will be me.

Anthony grins as the car comes to a full stop, and so does he, Anthony gets out of the cart as the scene fades into darkness…

[carter007]

FWA cameras cut to Xavier Xander Xerxes standing tall in his dressing room. We notice a five o'clock shadow on his face and his pony tail is still in full effect. He is also wearing another finely ironed and mint edition three piece suit. Francois is standing by his side. XXX smiles.

XXX: Tonight is not about the World Heavyweight Championship. Tonight is not about the Tag Team titles. And tonight is most certainly not about the X-Division championship. Tonight is about...Xavier Xander Xerxes.

XXX and Francois chuckle and begin to walk to a painting of XXX wearing shining gold armor on a white winged horse with a sword in hand. XXX touches the painting with great care and caresses his picture.

XXX: When you were in school, you were told that 'practice makes perfect'. Then they told you that 'nobody is perfect'. Nobody, except me. But me, well, I'm not just anybody. I am one of a kind. I am the only exception. I am the chosen one.

He walks to another portrait of himself, this time he is seen standing over a slain Spartan, presumably King Leonidas, as XXX is wearing a blood stained cloak.

XXX: I come from a family of victory, with the blood of gods. There was a time when my family....ruled the world. But what happened to my ancestor, the God-King Xerxes? You people spat on his legacy. You cried foul on his policies and chose to revolt and shed blood to become free. You people are ungrateful. I have learned that you people are full of disrespect and ignorance. It is my job to reclaim our Persian glory.

Francois and XXX continue to walk around the dressing room as we see a painting of XXX's birth. The painting shows a beam of light shining on XXX's body as flowers are in bloom.

XXX: I was born better. I am better...than you. While you people try arduously to pave your way to fame and fortune. I found that that path was already paved for me. You go to the gas pump to fill up your Scions and Nissans and S-Class model cars. I however, reap the benefits of your addiction and joyfully ride around in my Bugatti. Some people work their entire life to have what I have, some try to make ends meet and make the money that I make, all have failed.

Finally, Francois pulls an antique chair out and XXX sits down. The chair is covered in pearls and diamonds with a fur sitting mat. A young beautiful lady walks out clad in a bikini and feeds him grapes. Francois slides a footrest under XXX's feet and pours him a glass of wine.

XXX: Tonight, Blaq Lightning and Tony the Drunken Sailor, you are stepping into the ring with a new Xavier Xander Xerxes. I will beat you. Just like Xerxes, I will take...no...prisoners. I am a genetic freak, an athletic god. I do things in the ring that you two could not even possibly fathom. Since when did being inebriated make you a quality wrestler Tony? I guess 'drunk is the new cool' nowadays. People like you make me sick. And Blaq Lightning, you are a sorry excuse of a wrestler. But I am doing your career a favor by even ALLOWING you to share the same space as me. Your shoulder however, will become best friends with the mat as I pin you for the 1....2....3.

Francois farts and XXX looks at him with disgust.

XXX: There was a time in your life when you were told that 'there is always someone better than you.' I am that somebody. I am that guy, I am THE guy in this business. I am the FWA. Tonight..I will walk out victorious for my family, for my culture...and most importantly...for me.

[Markamania]

Jibade Jones spotted in Downtown LA




TMZ

Jibade Jones of FWA and Great Siege fan was spotted downtown LA in the afternoon. Jibade was wearing a tan track suit with black and white Adidas shoes. He was also seen sporting a medium sized chain around his neck. What he was looking for was uncertain as he has never been to the LA area.

Witnesses could tell that the wrestler was visibly lost and was getting frustrated by not being able locate his destination. He was seen pulling out at tightly folded piece of paper which had the address on it. He looked at it twice once for the address and the second time he seemed to have called the place. Jibade still not finding it became frustrated after realizing that his destination was in a tight dark alley way. Our photographers asked where he was going but he replied back “get a life assholes” and then stormed into the doors of a very shady location.
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Jibade opened the very large black door of the business. He looked around but seemed to be very disgruntled by the looks of the place. He was very disgusted as he looked around as you can tell he wasn’t very happy that it was a high quality place of business however this is something Jibade knew he had to do. He looked around the shop once more with a disgusted glance then approached the front desk. He stands there a few minutes as he waits for someone to come to the front. His lack of patience boils over and the angry vein begins to come out of his forehead.

Jibade: Hello what do I have to do get some service around here!

He yells with a loud voice

A few seconds later a young lady comes out from behind a set of curtains and enters the room and looks Jibade up and down. He smiles and then comes up to the counter.

Jibade: How can you help me? I am Jibade Jones and I called you about an appointment last week I got a recommendation from a friend of mine D’angelo West. Now do you know who I am young lady.

The lady tries not to show her annoyance and flashes a fake smile at Jibade. She looks at the appointment book and thumbs through it rapidly. She arrives at Jibade’s appointment and then looks up again with a fake smile

Lady: Here we go Sir, Jibade Jones… I have you arrived late for your appointment the we have someone filled in your spot but he was a move ahead so the when we are done with him, you can have his spot.

Jibade: Whatever! If this place wasn’t so hard to find I wouldn’t of been here lately. But whatever I will wait here not very patiently and look at your stupid magazines.

Jibade goes and sits down at the lounge chair the young lady however goes back to the back mumbling under her breath. Jibade sits there thumbing through a boring Readers digest magazine. He doesn’t want to read anything but it is better then staring at the dull walls that surround him. Another customer comes in and sits down right beside Jibade.
This doesn’t make Jibade happy so he gets up and moves to another chair down the row he takes the magazine with him.

Soon the disgruntled young lady comes back through the curtains and gets Jibade. She leads him back through the curtains and into a dimly lit cubical.

Lady: The doctor will be here in a second just slip into this over sized shirt and put these shorts on along with it. If you can stand to wait five minute the doctor will be in to see you.

The young lady said sarcastically leaving the room shaking her head.

Jibade puts the clothing on and sits back on the bench

Jibade: Now I know you want to know what Jibade Jones is doing here in this hole in the wall. Well a friend of mine D’Angelo told me about this place. I have been told lately that I need a makeover and that I need to find myself. Well this place is supposed to help me find myself and some other mumbo jumbo. So I decided to try it. So far it sucks because no one hear knows what is going on. The dumbass young lady up front doesn’t know what service is. They can’t wait five minute for someone to show up after I called them and told them I was coming and just across the street. But that is the least of the problems I have. I felt like I needed to rest and relax but this place has me stressed out.

Besides that I have a match at Mile High and it is a big one and I can’t wait to prove myself. That’s right I face Anthony the clown prince of Fight Night. I have said it time and time again he used to be a nothing and still is. A nothing with a belt who somehow beat me. Every dog can find a bone once in a while and that is what happened with Anthony. He still is a joke to me because the funniest thing to me is even though he beat me in the ring last week. I got the last laugh which was a win for me.

You see I showed you what I am all about. You thought you would escape it all and walk away happy with a win over me. Jibade Jones doesn’t walk away a loser. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, you paid for that mistake Anthony. You stuck around and celebrated and showed off and I laid you out. I had to do it for myself, I did it to send a message and hurt you. I took the so called champion to his limits and he couldn’t take it. Anthony wants to talk like he is great but he fails in so many places. I don’t take matches off. I am not Randy Moss I play all the time and I play hard. I go full force like a cyclone you may hate how I do it but the job gets done. It’s not about the wins all the time my friends it’s about the message.

I couldn’t have said it clearer. He got the text, the email, the smoke signal he got it all. He got the message the hard way. Anthony had to learn that Jibade Jones does not mess around win or lose you have to watch your back. I am not going to let you dance all over me. I wont let you show Jibade Jones up and walk away not feeling the pain. I had to show you that pain to send a message to you and a message to anyone else who thinks they want to take me on. Jibade Jones is ready for that change. I have been lacking and there is no way I will stop at nothing to get going again. Yes you got the upper hand this time.

A small little man about 5’4 enters the ring as Jibade gets done talking. He is wearing a lab coat with black pants. His grey hair glistens brightly in the dim light. He looks at Jibade and grabs a pedestal so that he can sit on and be eye level with Jibade. In his hand is a clip board with a pen attached to it. He looks over the top sheet. The doctor grabs some reading glasses and puts them on his face. He examines Jibade’s face then speaks up.

Doctor: Okay Mr…. Jibade Jones is it… I need you to lower your shorts and bend over the table there for me.

He says with a serious tone in his voice. Jibade gives him an awkward look questioning him but stands up and begins to depants himself. The doctor begins laughing before Jibade can get started. He chuckles out loud and makes
Jibade uncomfortable and annoyed at the same time.

Jibade: You sick psycho what the hell do you want me to do?

The doctors laugh loudly mocking Jibade stern face

Doctor: You take yourself too seriously Jibade Jones that is your first lesson. The receptionist you pissed off told me to do that.

Jibade: You stupid quack screw that receptionist let’s get started I paid good money for this session.

Doctor: Fine Mr. Jones roll over on to your back on the bench there and we will begin.

Jibade begrudgingly rolls over and the small doctor moves the pedestal over to the side of Jibade and stands on top of it. He gets on the bench Jibade is laying on and hovers over him. He drops to his knees and begins to punch with the top of his fist with short punches all over Jibade’s body. He is causing Jibade some pain and he is confused about what is going on.

Jibade: What are you doing! You are a quack where did you get a diploma at. In a crackerjack box.

Jibade yells in pain

Jibade: Damn! Is there a safe word for this beating…Orange!…Pigeon!…G obblety Gooker!…Mommy! What is going on here. Where is the ball and gag in my mouth and where is your mask at.

The doctor who pays him no mind. The doctor reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a small little medical instrument. He turns the handheld device on then pokes into the shoulder of Jibade. The instrument gives
Jibade a shock and he jolts up and the doctor does it a second time Jibade gives a small scream.

The doctor keeps plugging away and zapping Jibade like a cop with a tazer. He pays no attention to the screams and works quietly not making a sound

Doctor: You are a tense young man, you have to relax and let life slide by you. Jibade a tense man wins nothing because his focus is on one thing. You must focus on everything before you focus on winning. Now wait here a few minutes and let your wounds begin healing then we will move you to the next stage.

The doctor gets down from hovering above him and climbs down the pedestal and leaves the cubical once again. Jibade is confused as could be a befuddled looks goes over his face as he still doesn’t understand the doctors method. Thoughts come through his mind of beating his friend D’Angelo. Of course with his muscles still moving around from the beating he just took from the small doctor. He rubbed the muscles over and over trying to relax them and ease his pain.

Jibade: What’s next Water boarding to test my endurance? I don’t know why I am doing this. This better be worth it. I need this makeover and I need to get back into my old ways. Anthony I hear people talk about how I don’t deserve this title shot. What have I done? What was management thinking with this match? Let me tell you idiots something I deserve everything I get. I have worked my way up. I don’t care if I have been gone a little while. I have a resume of my accomplishments, I have done great things. You can trash me all you want. I have read the message boards. I understand what is going on. Let the smarks talk. It’s not like they know what they are talking about.

But all that really doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care what other morons like yourself think about me. I am the real deal. I have nothing to prove to you or any other momma’s boy in their basements hovering around the chat rooms. I don’t have to worry what they think about me. I don’t care what you think about me either Anthony. I care about me and me only. If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know me at all.

I know my past is checkered, everyone knows my past. I don’t have to tell you about Disciples of Sin and my days with that idiot Rebel Badass. Everyone knows how that old tired story it’s been hashed over. I outshined everyone Anthony. I was better then Rebel and certainly better then you then as well. You struggled then just like I have a few times now. All this has gone to your head Anthony you can’t escape what you were. I am somebody with Great Siege and I was a somebody with out them. I did enough by myself. I am not a follower, I make my own rules, and I march to the beat of my own drum. I didn’t need anyone to beat you and I me wont need anyone at Mile High. I use Great Siege for my own needs and they use me for there needs. It is a working relationship. I have a system that you don’t, no one has had your back because you are a leaper. No one wants you people want me.

The receptionist comes back in and interrupts Jibade. She instructs him to take his oversized shirt and head to the back room. Jibade looks at her funny but follows her instructions and head back to the back area walking in a tight corridor between other cubical with the same set up in them as his room. The corridor looks creepy to Jibade like he is in a horror movie or something. He has no ideal what he is in for. Thoughts race threw his head. It has been a strange experience in deed. If the thoughts of where he was going wasn’t enough. He keeps looking over the receptionist and begins to like what he sees. He looks up and down her profile as they walk towards the back.
When they get to the very back Jibade sees what looks like horse troughs. They are filled with ice cubes and they are being kept cold through refrigeration. The young lady turns to Jibade and tells him to get into the troughs and soak for a while.

Jibade: So if your interested I would love to see you sometime afterwards, if you want to see a real man at work.

The receptionist looks Jibade over and then chuckles to herself. Some disgust still lingers but what women can’t refuse the bad boy. She hands him a sheet of paper and writes her number on it. Jibade looks down and smirks and then gets into the trough.

Jibade: That felt good, got to get myself in the game somehow. But enough about me I really think this makeover is starting to work. Of course I came in here for inner peace and got internal bleeding. But that is okay I deserve all this. They always say No pain no gain.

Who the hell am I kidding I am not Mr. Rogers; I am Jibade Jones the Nigerian Nightmare. I am not just going to sit here and play Mr. Nice guy. I’m not going to give you any psycho babble. What am I doing?

Jibade’s rage begins to flare showing that the doctor’s sage wisdom isn’t taking full effect. His brow begins to lower and he starts to think wicked thoughts in his head.

Jibade: Who I am kidding a makeover can only go so deep. This zebra wont change his stripes just in one session. Rage is who I am, I wouldn’t be me without it. I take life seriously I focus on winning and that is it. My goal has to be winning or I lose my edge. Jibade Jones is no pushover I don’t think people are funny I laugh at my own jokes and that is it. I am self absorbed and that wont change. Why can’t you people understand this. I refuse to change into a nice guy because like Anthony will soon find out Nice guys finish last. I will continue to cheat and wreck havoc wherever I go. I am unstoppable my friends. I will not become what others want me to be. I will not change my personality to help other I will change to help myself.

Now don’t get me wrong I will have to change some. If I don’t change I will be just like Anthony and stay hidden in my shell. It is time for a more rigid more versatile Jibade Jones it is time for me to come to my senses and play hardball. I am tired of sitting back and doing nothing. I want to add a piece of the puzzle to Great Siege. I want to bring to the Siege what it needs. Another title in it’s midst. If I do this I will cement myself into greatness. I will no longer be an apprentice. Winning this would put me on a higher plane and put FWA out of it’s misery and have someone to look up to. The time is now, and I wont let a chump from my past get in my way. Beat me once I call it luck beat me again and I am the worst off. I wont let that happen. I wont embarrasses myself anymore. I will show you and FWA that I am a force and the man that they saw last week hasn’t totally disappeared. The man who beat Matthew Bordeau is still there. The man who beat you many times is coming back. My talent has always been there but the desire is here. You are an afterthought Anthony. Your first title defense will be your last I am just warning you of this. I hope you enjoy your little title reign because its over for you. The Siege will gain another title and another loser will be added to the roster when you lose the title. Gabby will win the FWA title APAB will still have there’s and I will add the TV title. It will be a great day for Jibade Jones and Great Siege. I will sit and relax now as you ponder that. Hope to see you soon Anthony.

The scene fades as Jibade lowers himself in the trough and you can only see his nose and eyes. Jibades eyes tell the story of his misadventure you can read them like a book. The hurting wrestler soaks in the ice cold water to hurt his aching body. Jibade tries to think of other things like the semi hot young lady or what he will do to D'angelo after he gets out of this wretched place. For now he will enjoy healing himself His pride and ego has resurfaced and he feels better about his chances. Soon his eyes close so he can meditate and get that inner peace he desired in the first place. Too bad he had to achieve that in an ice cold feeding trough.

[Venomous Dragon]

*The scene opens with someone in a hoodie working out and lifting weights in the hot Texas sun.The training looks harsh as the beads of sweat can be seen going down the trainee's face. and the hoodie is drenched in sweat.As the glare from the sun fades one can see that it is none other then "Venomous" Juan Lopez.*

Juan:You know after my FWA Fight Night debut I thought the upper management would see it isn't wise to to disrespect a dragon.I in under 2 minutes destroyed another human being who was posing as a competitor.They made my debut into some sort of joke!So i treated that "Wrestler" like a joke.I tore into him with all my venom and at the end of it in under two minutes the supposed athlete couldn't even walk out of the arena on his own!So after such a display I figured the FWA brass would have to take me seriously.They would have to give me actual competition.An actual showcase to display my craft.So what they do?Mile High a Pay per view with a lot of buzz surrounding it.One would think the perfect time and place to showcase a world class talent.But what does FWA brass do?*Juan looks down and back with a look of intensity and unparalleled anger.*THEY DON'T EVEN PUT ME,ONE OF THE GREATEST TALENTS ON THE ROSTER ON THE SHOW!*Lopez exhales a calm comes over him.*FWA you've put me in a dark match at Mile High against a tag team wrestler.Tag team wrestler!I have no respect for tag team wrestlers because I don't need anyone to have my back when the job needs to get done.In Mexico they were always trying to put me in tag teams with past their prime has beens,So they could leech off my talent and share my accolades.So I could carry their wrinkled asses.Well that didn't fly with me after a while and just like I did with the mask I yet again spit on the tradition of Mexican wrestling because all I care about is craving out my legacy not continuing to carry anyone else's.I vowed never again to do 10o percent of the work for 50 percent of the glory.That's why to this day I despise tag teams.FWA you made a big mistake for two big reasons.1.I'm going to put on such a show that the live crowd will be stunned and nothing that comes after that will even elicit one cheer thus ruining your little Pay per view you worked so hard to promote. and more importantly 2.I'm going to hurt Apollo.He is going to take the brunt of my anger and frustration with you.Just like that jobber I left incapacitated it'll be on your conscious. See he won't get by with just 50 percent of work like he does in tag team wrestling because I'm going to come at him with 150% of talent,technique and skill.By the end of the match Apollo you'd be lucky to be at 10% health.FWA I told you I was going to inject you with my Venom.Well now I'm gonna make you choke on it too!

*With a demented look in his eyes,Juan goes back to his training.Ready to attack any who dare interrupt him*

[™S. nay-rappeX taMmeT]

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Each member of The Entourage sits in a swivel chair, in front of an elaborate set of mirrors; their exquisite bodies covered by barber robes of their respective signature colours, leaving the mind to contemplate about what lay underneath. They are all being groomed by 2 hairdressers each; working on their hair, finger and toenails, eyelashes, etc., etc. What is also notable about this scene, is that Mikehla, Teagan, and KT are each reading a magazine, in such a manner that their covers can be seen in the mirrors: “Pro Wrestling Illustrated.” Each magazine is obviously of a different year as well, which can be seen in much smaller text: “2008”, “2009”, “2010”.

MIKEHLA: *reading* “Chris Kennedy has continued to dominate the indie scene, once again this year. Extremely charismatic, and of course, a very sound mat technician in the ring with a good ability to soar through the air, there are rumours circulating of his eventual departure from the indie scene, in order to sign a contract with the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. And as everybody in the wrestling world is aware, the FWA is the leader in professional wrestling, here in the modern era.”

TEAGAN: Blah, blah, BLAHHH. Mine says the same bunch of dumb-dumb words and woozy stuff. *reading* “For the second year in a row, we award the Indie Wrestler of the Year to Chris Kennedy. With extraordinary promos and matches with promotions such as AJPW, CWF, and PCW, there was not much of a debate among our panel here at PWI.”

Teagan bursts out laughing, causing her hairdresser to jump back, startled.

TEAGAN: Those people at PWI must be REAAAL DUUUUMB. Dumb-dumb-dummies.

KT: *reading* “After years of hard work, Chris Kennedy has finally made it to the top of our PWI Indie Wrestler of the Year list! His wrestling abilities have seemed to improve ten-fold over the past year, and due to this fact, he is being rightfully awarded.”

KT throws the magazine across the room.

MIKEHLA: Wait, wait: this one’s the best, girls. *reading* “Not only is Chris Kennedy our Indie Wrestler of the Year, but he is also #10 on our overall Top Wrestler List. What is next for this young star?”

Teagan chuckles.

KT: Getting his ass handed to him by Nate is what’s next for him…

Suddenly, in a seemingly very coincidental instance, at the sound of his name, Nathan Neptune Nowland makes his way into the room, dressed in a way he has never been seen before. He wears a well stitched suit, complete with black pants, a black jacket, a white shirt, and a baby-blue tie. Also, for the first time, his hair is slicked back; not messy and shaggy.

TEAGAN: OW, OW, OWWWWW!!

Teagan spins around in her swivel chair, knocking her hairdresser to the ground. KT and Mikehla grin at Nowland in the mirrors.

NEPTUNE: Holy guacamole, girls. Can you hurry it up a bit, dude-ettes? We’re gonna be late for the movie premiere…




. . .




Nathan Neptune Nowland and The Entourage, in amazing glittering gowns, walk along a red carpet; paparazzi flashing cameras in their direction. All of the separate groups of paparazzi try their best to buy the attention of the 4 individuals, by yelling and screaming and making various motions with their arms and hands. Eventually, Neptune, Mikehla, Teagan, and KT stop, and pose for them all. The lights from the cameras is like staring into the rays of the sun. The 4 turn away, and enter what is obviously a grand theatre. When Neptune and the Entourage are out of sight, the camera slowly pans up, to reveal the title of the film that is about to premiere, as well as it’s promotional poster: “The Great Siege of Mile High”, which on the poster, features 7 extremely familiar individuals…

. . .


Neptune and The Entourage sit down in the front row of the theatre. The Beach Bunnies stand up in the back, yelling at Neptune. He acknowledges them, which makes them all squeal in delight, then security makes them all sit back down, and contain themselves. Teagan can be noticed mouthing the word “bitches.”

. . .

The lights dim, and the movie begins: On the screen:



(All actors and actresses are solely IMPERSONATORS of the alleged character, and are in no way connected to the true person in reality)

The following

is an NNN:TV production

Starring

‘Chris Kennedy’

Nathan Neptune Nowland as ‘The King of the Sea’

‘Andrew Johnson’

‘Gabrielle’

&

‘Jibade Jones’


Guest Starring

‘Dan Ward’

‘Zaire Wyoming’

‘Saddle Sally’

&

The Entourage as ‘The Entourage’

The GREAT SIEGE of MILE HIGH

Cheers in the theatre.


*movie voice, Morgan Freeman-esque* "On a cold night in November, our seven antagonists: 6 men and 1 woman, set forth on their path. That long deserted path, towards their destinies... Who were these 7 individuals? These seven human beings, that mean nothing but evil? Well, friends, that depends on who you ask... Some, call them ‘The Bandits.’ Less, call them ‘The Group’. Most call them… ‘The Takers’. They take what they want. And what they want now, is to prove themselves, via ownership of land, and gold... Those who own more, are seen as the more dominant force. And friends, if these, Takers, can take Mile High city, then they will have most of the gold, and the most of the power, in all, of our world. The evilest of evils will rule over us all… We do have some hope though, friends. Most prominently, our protagonist, our hero: The King of the Sea."

. . .

A scene of the movie is in progress now, and it is of a very large round wooden table, where 7 people are viewing a map.

JOHNSON: So there it is. Simple enough, right? Yet, we all need to play our individual roles here, to dominate and take this place, and reap all of it’s rewards… Do you have it all figured out, Kennedy? We’re counting on you for this siege. You’re the new guy here. Dan, Gabrielle, Zaire, Jibade… they’ve all proven themselves to me. You’ve only had one large successful siege, a few weeks ago, when we were in Creed town. Make it two victories, when we head to take over Mile High, and then, and only then, will you have proven yourself fully to the group. Do you understand?

KENNEDY: I don’t know… I’m quite nervous.

Ward hits the map, and table, in anger and frustration.

WARD: You need to smarten up, kid! Have some confidence. If you go into this city, faltering, you will make the whole group lose it’s composure, and no siege will take place!

GABRIELLE: Dan is right… you need to focus, and try to relax at the same time, kid. If we go in as a unit, we will exit as a unit, successful. Andrew and I have the hard job here. You have no need to worry. Pull it together…

. . .

In a new scene, later on, the group is walking along, in what seems to be an old, desert-like ghost town. Sand blows in the wind, as well as the odd tumbleweed. Chris Kennedy walks a few steps behind the rest of the group, with Saddle Sally. They are in conversation. A conversation which only they are attuned to.

KENNEDY: What about me? What about Chris Kennedy? I thought they all liked me. I mean, Dan and I went skydiving the other day. And, and, and, and, and, Jibade taught me an old African game called ‘Chigoro Danda.’ And what’s really important, especially what should be important to you, is that Zaire and I have bonded for our common live of sappy music and Walker Texas Ranger.

SALLY: They like you, Chris. It’s just that you need to up your game. We are the best group of bandits the world has ever seen. We rule entire cities, Chris. We take them at our whim. And Mile High will be the greatest of those. When we each take down our individual part of the city, that entire commune will be ours. But we can’t have ANY mistakes. Andrew and Gabrielle will take the city center, which we know has the most gold in all of the city. That is no doubt. Jibade will go after the town hall, and he will take it: this is where another large stash of gold is being held and protected. And then, that only leaves one major section: The newest building in the town. The subterranean vaults. And that is yours, Chris. Zaire will have your back, but it is you who has to go in there.

KENNEDY: Well, I can kind of see why they would doubt me to do this. I mean, Andrew beat me in an arm wrestling match. I’m not really that strong, you know?

SALLY: Yeah, I know. You’re pretty weak…

KENNEDY: I’ve been trying to get stronger though, I swear! Especially spiritually. Gabrielle has given me a signed copy of the GaBible, the most amazing book ever written, I read it every night. But, it’s just not working. Maybe God doesn’t like me either. Nobody likes me!

Kennedy begins to tear up, as Sally shakes her head side to side, and the two keep walking, Sally trying to catch up with the rest of the group.

. . .

Later on in the movie a scene is fading in: Teagan, Mikehla, and KT: The Entourage, are shown in their subterranean hideout. Each one of the girls is looking through a special underwater-to-ground-level binocular device, and they spot the incoming intruders: Kennedy, accompanied by Zaire.

MIKEHLA: They’re coming to take the base! I thought Zaire was dead! Inform The King of the Sea of these developments!

Teagan literally dives toward an oversized red button on the wall. This happens in slow motion in the movie, and as she hits in, then continues flying through the air, until gravity takes her down, face first. Slow-mo ends as red sirens and an annoying loud beeping sound proceeds to echo throughout the entire underwater base. The scene switches to an image of The King of the Sea, in his throne, grinning. He has a golden sceptre with a surfboard on the end of it. He laughs evilly, and pushes a button, with the tip of the surfboard sceptre. The scene switches to Kennedy and Zaire, who are approaching, still in the desert wasteland. Kennedy’s eyes gape wide open, and the camera zooms in on his expression. His jaw drops, the camera zooms out, and he is pointing straight ahead. Zaire Wyoming turns around and begins to run in the opposite direction in which they were coming. A mechanical noise can now be heard in the background. The camera pans to what they see, and it is a set of 4 huge missiles, rising out of the sea. Chris doesn’t move, struck with fear. He literally trembles, as one of the missiles fires! The scene shifts to The King of the Sea, and he is controlling the missile with a hand-held controlling device: one that looks like it would be used for video games. He is also tracking the missile, along with his invaders, on a digitized screen. Zaire makes it to a nearby cave, in an attempt to escape from the missile. He yells at Kennedy to turn around and hurry up, before he gets killed.

THE SEA KING: I thought I killed this dude already, dude…

The King of the Sea flies the missile straight past Kennedy’s head, and right into the cave that Zaire was standing in. It explodes, and the cave collapses, with Zaire inside! Kennedy screams, like a girl, and falls to the ground, shivering in fear. He is whimpering, in a fetal position.

THE SEA KING: Hahahaha!! Pathetic…

The King of the Sea sends a second missile, this one tracking Kennedy. Chris scrambles up, and runs. He runs as fast as he cane, and The King of the Sea flies the missile right into a humungous rock wall, that Kennedy managed to jump behind. The wall of rock explodes: pieces fly everywhere, and Kennedy gets hit. Blood flies, as do girl-screams.

THE SEA KING: HAHAHAAH!! Did you girls see that?

The Entourage run in to his personal chamber, from their look-out center.

THE SEA KING: I just totally missed that dude with a missile. I blew a rock to shreds, dude. A big rock wall. And now he’s all scared and hurt and bloody.

They all laugh evilly. Kennedy is crawling, shards of rock stuck in his legs.

TEAGAN: Look at him! Hahaha! He looks like a little bug who just got smushed.

THE SEA KING: Peace out, DUDE!

The King of the Sea pushes another button, this time a different one; a larger one. When it sounds, everything turns green, and he and the Entourage exit via the floor, still laughing that evil laugh. Blue smoke comes up out of the hole. The remaining missiles fly straight up into the air, then come back down, in the water! This causes a huge tidal wave, which comes in over the land, and sweeps Kennedy away. It is over. The Great Siege have failed to take Mile High city and it‘s rewards, due to Chris Kennedy’s initial incapability! The scene fades out. My Own Summer, by the Deftones plays, as the camera zooms in on the still corpse of Kennedy. The credits roll at the same time.

. . .



The view is now of outside the theatre, back on the red carpet, focused on the entranceway, which people are exiting, as the movie is now over. Neptune and the Entourage then make their way out, and walk down the red carpet, entering their Ford Woody. They drive off, and the scene fades to black… It fades back in, and Neptune is parking the car beside a park. The Entourage crawl out of the back, and Neptune exits as well. The girls throw their heels off, and run into the grass. Neptune takes his suit off, right then and there, as his swim trunks are underneath. He also pulls out his signature blue shades, from the pocket of his suit pants, and of course, places them on his face. He walks over, and lays down in the grass. The girls do the same, beside him, and the camera shoots from above them, creating a unique view.

NEPTUNE: DUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE, that movie is Oscar material, dude.

KT nods.

MIKEHLA: I agree.

TEAGAN: It will win every SINGLE DINGLE SINGLE award there!

NEPTUNE: It really summed up Mile High, dude. And what’s gonna’ I mean, the big Great Siege is comin’ to win like every belt, dude, and then beat me too? The biggest new attraction in wrestling, dude?

TEAGAN: No way, José

NEPTUNE: No way, José, fer surrrre, dudes and dude-ettes. And just like in the movie, they are gonna fail, dude. Aut Pax Aut Bellum are just a bunch of dummies, dude. Two dudes who think they oughtta have it all dude, tag belts and singles belts, dude. Johnson is the worst. Goin’ for it all, dude. That can be commended, dude, but hey, dude, come on, dude. You and Dan dude are two loser dudes, dude. You’re soon gonna lose your big tag belts that you didn’t defend for months, dude, ‘cause of lack of comp or whatever, dudes, but whatever, dudes. You two dudes are done, dudes. Maybe Mikehla and Teagan should team up and take you dudes down, dudes.

Teagan “grrrrrs” and puts up her fists, as Mikehla grins.

NEPTUNE: Andrew is totally done in the big match at Mile High, and the dude-ette Gabrielle is gonna lose ‘er too, dudes. Total failure all around, man. And then, OH DUDE, then, probably the best part of this whole thing, is that Jibade will lose to Anthony, the biggest loser in the federation, dude.

Teagan bursts out laughing. She bursts so hard, that spits showers out of her mouth, and then back down on everybody’s faces, as they are still laying down. They all jostle, then wipe themselves off.

NEPTUNE: Say it, don’t spray it, girl… Anyway, as I was sayin’, dude, Anthony just sucks. But Jibade sucks more, so much, that he will lose to Anthony. And Anthony lost to a girl, dudes. Let’s not ever, ever, ever, ever

TEAGAN: EVER EVER EVER EVER!!

NEPTUNE: Forget that dudes. That is to be something remembered for eternity, bro. Anthony loses to a girl. It’s in the record books, dude. And I saw it with my own two eyes. TV Champion? Yeah right, dudes… More like, I Lose To Girls Champion. Right?… But enough about everybody else, dude. Let’s get to the biggest newcomer in the biz, let’s get to ME, dudes.

TEAGAN: Whoo, Whoooo, Whoooooooooo!

NEPTUNE: The talent initiative, dudes. Or whatever you wanna call it, dude. It doesn’t matter, man. What matters, is that you know what I’m sayin’, bro. And what I’m sayin’ is that a bunch of new guys have entered this company in the past few months, dude, and each one of them has the same goal, my man. Each one of these dudes, wants to be the best, bro. Apollo, Diamond Carter, Xander Xavier Xerxes, Juan Lopez, Tony Johnson, Julian Night, and the list goes on and on, dudes. But then, dudes, there are two dudes who have really got people watching. And those dudes are myself, and “The Astonishing”

Teagan laughs, containing her saliva this time.

NEPTUNE: Chris Kennedy.

The Entourage all boo and do ‘thumbs down‘ gestures.

NEPTUNE: Totally… This dude claims that he has been training for like, 6 long hard years, dudes, just to become the very best wrestler in the world, dude. He hasn’t taken a big contract for all those years, in order to make himself better and become the man. Well, dude, all of your training means nothing to me, dude. Know what I was doin’ during those years, dude? I was winning world championships on the seas, dude. Owning, dude… All of your lame-o bogus work in the indies or whatever it’s called, means nothing to me. And know what else, dude? Beating Rocky Creed, means absolutely NOTHING to me, DUDE.

TEAGAN: Rocky Shmeeeed. Shmeedy smeed pants.

NEPTUNE: The guy is a big dumb idiot, and you couldn’t even beat him on your own, dude. Only losers cheat to win, you loser. I’d never do somethin’ like that bro… . . .

Teagan sniffles, and scratches her nose…

NEPTUNE: I’m really not sure why you keep calling yourself “Astonishing”, dude. I mean, what exactly is supposed to be astonishing about you? Is it ‘cause you wrestle in bingo halls, dude? Or dude, is it ‘cause you beat The ICP Guy, dude? You know: that Killer Fonz Jester Dude. Is that why you’re astonishing, bro? ‘Cause you beat the juggalo loser? Or wait: is it cause you beat Confederate Funeral, dude? Two dudes who are fighting each other. No? Oh right: it’s ‘cause you needed help to beat the paper champion Rocky Creed, right dude? Or is it ‘cause you lost to the big dumb Drazin dude? Does that make you “Astonishing”? Any of these things?

KT grins, as Neptune’s usual sarcasm flows.

NEPTUNE: Dude, the only idiots who think you are astonishing is the people that have no lives, so they sit in front of their computers all day on the internet, dude. Those losers who think they know wrestling, and watch all of those dorky crap feds, dude. Those grommets are the only people who could think a grommet-faced loser like you is astonishing. You take pride in being the “internet darling indy sensation”, dude? You are totally whacked, man. Internet idiots. Indie IQ of 10 twits. Indy this, indy that. Man, NOBODY CARES. MLWA? AJCW? What kind of gecko league is that, dude? A friggin’ spotted Gecko league? Hakushi Nakamura? What in the world is a Hakushi Nakamura? I’ve been to a lot of cool places, dude, but never saw one of those…

TEAGAN: Nakashi Nimmi-saki?

NEPTUNE: You are nothing but an indy, dude. Hey, dude, I was in the indies before too. But I moved on so much faster than you, dude. I got outta’ that junk real quick like. And dude, you are real lucky dude, that you didn’t run into me in the indies when I was there, or dude, I’d have taken you out there too, dude. You’d have never made it to the FWA, dude… And you’re still a indy girl, man. Face it. Admit it. Come on. And I am a PRO. Pro wrestler, AND pro surfer, dude. You’re beat 2 times over, you un-gnarly grommet-gremlin. And if it’s not the indies you’re bragging about, it’s the friggin’ Japanese crap, dude. Being well-known in Japan and Asia means totally nothing, dude. Those places are bogus. They have no taste in anything, obviously, since they eat dogs and like you, dude. Eating dogs and liking Chris Kennedy goes hand-in-hand, bro. And that barbed wire crap and stuff over in those countries. Totally stupid, dude…

MIKEHLA: Almost as stupid as K:TV.

NEPTUNE: Awwww, Mik. Why’d you mention that?

TEAGAN: Make us PUKE why dontcha? Puke laying down, and CHOKE to DEATH, Mik! HAHAHAHA!! Remember that time..

MIKEHLA: Shut up, Teagan.

NEPTUNE: I always have to change the channel when that brutal crap comes on. K:TV… I’ve never heard of a worse idea, dudes. I mean, I can’t imagine what he would talk about on it, dudes. I mean, someone told me through the grapevine that the idiot accepted my challenge for our match on that dumb show or whatever it is. But dude, I didn’t know. I still don’t know to this day how it came to be, dudes. I don’t watch that crap, dude, like I said. He must talk about David Weinstock the whole time, right? That’d make sense, since he has some sort of obsession with that guy, dude. It’s totally whacked, dudes.

TEAGAN: Total creep-o. Total gross-o.

NEPTUNE: Are you and Dave room mates, dude? I mean, if you are, that’s totally rad, man. Havin’ a good dude by at all times is totally cool. Right? I think you like him a little more than friends though, dude. Come out with it. You just trying to figure out how to tell him, dude? Well, you need some new tactics, bro, ’cause what you are doin’ now is like a total kindergartner, by picking on him and stuff. And putting on the other end of your jokes, dude. What’s next, bro? You gonna’ start pullin’ his pigtails in class, and chase him around the playground, dude? That’ll fer sure let him know.

Teagan can’t contain herself anymore, and bursts laughing again. Unfortunately for those laying around her, she did not prevent the spit from spewing everywhere again.

NEPTUNE: Damn, girl… Anyway, yeah, dude. It’s no wonder that you have resorted to David Weinstock as your love interest, ’cause no chics could think you are good lookin’ dude. You are totally gross, right girls?

The Entourage agree, all in their own mannerisms, expressing their individual personalities.

NEPTUNE: And you try so hard, with your fancy clothes that you wear sometimes, dude. Only girls spend big money on clothes, dude. Dudes spend money on surfboards, and shades, dude. So is that what you are? A chic? If you are, you gotta‘ tell people about that stuff, dude, and we should call off this match, because unlike Rocky Creed and Anthony, I don’t wrestle girls, dude. I do other things with them…

The Entourage grin. Teagan giggles.

NEPTUNE: But now man, I gotta mention something. I gotta bring up what I saw one night in the jacuzzi, dude.

The Entourage grin.

NEPTUNE: I was watching one of your stupid promos, dude. I watched that one where it showed stuff about you growing up, dude, and I saw your father, Kerry Von Kennedy, come in to that school for ‘show and tell’ or ‘bring your dad to school day‘, or whatever it was. And man, I was disgusted. That guy is as big a loser as you are. Now, wait, wait, wait: I know that you don’t care much for your father either. You have said he is nothing before, ‘cause he only won 2 world titles in 30 years, dude. Well, at least we can agree on something, dude. And that, is that your old man, is a piece of garbage, and a total waste of a wrestler, and a waste of a man, dude. He was crap, and he bred crap, dude. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, dude. I’d like to wrestle him, man. Is he still alive? If he is, I’d break his hip, dude. I’d beat him up worse than I am gonna’ do to you at Mile High, man.

Neptune pauses from speaking for a few seconds, grinning, then, continues on.

NEPTUNE: And man, you’re always jabbin’ at that dead Boudreau dude too. Dude, shut up already. Who cares if you could beat him if he was still alive? Big deal, dude. I beat the grommet so bad, that he quit Fight Night, and dropped the FWA Title, dude. I debuted in the Main Event against that dude, and totally got rid of him, dude. And what’d you do? Beat a fool who loses to girls? And loses to that Boudreau dude 3 times in a row? Nice one, bro… Real rad…

Neptune appears to be thinking about something. He removes his sunglasses…

NEPTUNE: Listen up, Chris. You have been saying something. You have been saying that you do not see the purpose to this match. You say there is no meaning, other than beating me, and that is that. Well, you are dead wrong, DUDE. Dead wrong… I made this challenge for a reason, Kennedy. You have no idea the importance of this match, and THAT fact alone is what makes you the less intelligent, and less ready to win this match, out of the 2 of us. This is the most important match in both of our careers thus far, DUDE, and I know for a fact that I will walk out victorious. I KNOW it. You wanna’ know HOW I know, dude? Well, that is for another time, my man. But you can trust with everything that you have inside of you, that you will not win this one. There can only be ONE best up-and-comer on Fight Night. And that one best wrestler, is ME, Nathan Neptune Nowland. And that will be known to everybody, when I defeat the only man in question, DUDE. This is my very first Pay Per View with the FWA. Dudes and dude-ettes, you won't be disappointed. You think you've seen an impact so far, dude? No way, bro. At this event, this big Pay Per View event, I really show you some gnarly tricks, DUUUUDES…

Neptune puts his shades back on, and he, along with the Entourage, get up from laying down, and exit the view of the camera. All that is seen is the green grass, as the scene fades out.



. . .



07.16.10

Nathan Neptune Nowland sits on a bench, sweating, after his very first match in the FWA, in the Main Event, against the now former FWA Champion, The Idol, Matt Boudreau. The Entourage seem to be packing bags, as Nowland stares at the floor, wiping sweat from his brow. He looks up, and the camera pans around to see what he sees: It is The Idol… It is Matt Boudreau. And he is accompanied by Alexza. Boudreau pulls over a chair, and sits on it, in front of Nowland. Nowland stares at him, and Boudreau stares back, seemingly into his soul. The Entourage have now stopped their packing, and look at Boudreau and Alexza, motionless. As usual, the silence is broken, by The Idol.

BOUDREAU: Would you like to know something?

Nowland stays still, and silent.

BOUDREAU: That’s a “yes”, of course… I am going to tell you something, and you have to believe me… For your own sake, Nathan. Understand?

Still and silent.

BOUDREAU: You are good. Do the fans see that yet? After one match? No, Nathan. Of course not. The fans must be GROOMED. Learn to GROOM your audience to your own tastes. You MUST connect with them, in some form or fashion... Experiment with them. They are your variables to put wherever you want, Nathan. If they do not like their positioning, change them. You can do whatever you want. And when they react: repeat. Reaction from the crowd, from your variables is what makes you a great wrestler. And tonight, you made me react. You were there for a purpose, as was I: and that, Nathan, was to “put me over” as they like to say in the wrestling world. And, YOU, did just THAT. You made me look very good, especially in such a huge situation, here in my home town, in my final match as FWA Champion. I have known of your skills and abilities for many months, Nathan. But EXPERIENCING it firsthand is always more enlightening. How do you think I got this match? I was allowed to choose ANYbody to wrestle in my final Fight Night match, and it is no coincidence that it was against you. I scouted, and approved. You are the future, Mr. Nowland. You ARE the FUTURE of the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. It is just too bad that I will not be able to witness your progression and evolution firsthand… You will go through many stages as a performer, and an entertainer. But eventually, you WILL make it. In your own way, that is… Now, I know this will sound strange, but if you knew me, you would agree with what I am about to say: Nathan, I SEE the first stage of your path to greatness. It will take place in the fall of this year, after I have passed on to the next level of existence. It will of course take place at a Pay Per View event. And it will take place against somebody just like you, in a sense, Nathan. Who am I speaking of? I do not know, exactly. But I know, that YOU will know, when it happens. Do you understand?

NEPTUNE: … Listen, Matt. I appreciate everything you have done for me, in such a short period of time. I really do. You are an awesome wrestler. It was real cool bein’ out there with you, man. The crowd was jacked for us, bro. But, heh, honestly, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about with all of this “knowing stuff” stuff, man. No offence though, dude.

Boudreau chuckles.

BOUDREAU: None taken, Nate…

Boudreau stands up, and extends his hand.

BOUDREAU: The future is yours...

Nowland stands, and shakes Boudreau’s hand.

The Idol Matt Boudreau, and Alexza, exit the locker room, as Nathan Neptune Nowland and The Entourage gaze on…





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[Eyesnsane]

Dallas, Texas

[The sky is clear and blue; the crowd is already starting to gather for the night’s event, Mile High. The camera is zoomed out capturing people and a great view of the stadium.




As the camera shots start to zoom in, the camera man catches Alana Allure on her way into the arena. As she is walking in she strikes a couple of quick poses for some of the fans to take pictures.






After she disappears into the building, the camera begins to pan the crowd. There’s a high level of excitement in the air, as there always is at FWA events. Just then the cameraman catches Eyesnsane. He’s not dressed in his normal jeans or camo pants and a t-shirt ensemble. He’s actually pretty well dressed at the moment, the cameraman moves in closer to Eyesnsane and spots him taking a picture of some fans taking a picture of him.





The cameraman approaches Eyesnsane…]


Cameraman: Nice, threads. Did you just come from church?

Eyesnsane: Oh that’s funny that was a really good one. Is that why you came over here?

Cameraman: I wondered if you cared to share your thoughts about Mile High.

Eyesnsane: Honestly I enjoy all the events, this one in particular promises to be memorable.

Cameraman: Oh, because it’s your first title shot right?

Eyesnsane: (He removes his sunglasses) You know that is one reason, but only one. Tonight I will get to give the FWA fans something they have never quite seen before. Months of hard work and dedication are about to pay off for me tonight. The status of the Young Lions Division will once again be taken seriously, and I will finally get some respect. Not just because I demand it or ask for it but tonight is a pivotal point where I will earn it.

Cameraman: Speaking of respect how do you feel about Joshua not showing up for the contract signing?

Eyesnsane: You know you are the first person to ask me about that since it happened. It goes right back to what I’ve been saying the past few weeks. Joshua at one point in time was quite the champion, but you see the star that once burned so brightly is fading. It’s to the point where he has become irrelevant, and by extension has dragged that title to the depths of obscurity right with him. It’s been forever since he has defended it and lately he’s been struggling in the ring. Sure I understand that he has personal issues, who on the roster does not?

Cameraman: Are you talking about….

[Holding up one hand in a stopping motion]

Eyesnsane: I have learned a while back in my dealings with Anthony, there are certain lines I am not going to cross anymore that’s it, that's all. It’s unfortunate, but we are all well aware of his personal issues. All of which is beside the point, he’s lost his edge, plain and simple. I hear all the talk about him moving on to the TV Title division, I’ve read the articles. I just laugh, the man is still held in such high regard even while he continues to spiral downward. Consider that in the last month or so he has only been on the winning side of tag matches, as a matter of fact looking at his history that seems to be where he excels, but tonight he will have no partners to tag, nobody to come in and make the save.

Cameraman: Maybe your just a bit jealous of the mans success.

Eyesnsane: Not at all, I honesty applaud what he has done in the past, but ‘m not here to be the next Joshua Diehl or the next Anthony. I’m here to stake my claim, I’m here to be the very best that I can be. I came here to prove I can compete and win, and become not just a champion, not just a guy who grabs hold of a belt and run with it as long as I can; going months without defending it. I am Eyesnsane, I represent Over the Edge, and I, no we will always give our all. I have no doubt that in doing so the respect and titles will follow.

Cameraman: How did you come up with the stipulations for this match?

Eyesnsane: When I became the number one contender for the title, I knew right away that I did not want it to be just another match on the card. I wanted it to be something special for the fans. You see I’ve heard a lot of people talk trash about the young lions division and that don’t set well with me. It’s like some people think we don’t give it our all, like we are second rate, and that’s not how I see it at all. I’ve even heard people say they would not want the title. Can you believe that? They really say they would not want it, one thing I’ve wanted ever since first stepping foot in Robinson’s office to sign the contract was titles. They all are crowning achievements and should be regarded as such, and a champion should not only carry but defend it with all that he has and do everything in his or her power to add to the prestige of the title they hold. I may not like APAB, but they took those tag titles to probably the highest level of prestige possible, people may argue the point but Porter was able to over come challenge after challenge as TV champ, while Anthony has found his stroke in capturing that same title. Of course there will be no time soon that we will be able to forget the late Mr. Bordeau and what he did for the title and the way he carried it. So, you see the bars have been set, my modest goal is to surpass them, and so I work. It of course is my hope that this match begins to restore the young lions championship to its rightful status, and when it is all said and done the fans are going to get a great match and there will be no doubt as to who won this match.
Cameraman: How confident are you going into this match, seeing as how the last time you were in the ring with the champ you came out on the loosing end?

Eyesnsane: You know, right now I could not be more confident. I know I have the skills to win this match; don’t get me wrong I doubt it will be easy. Joshua has proven that he knows how to win matches. Sure I have had my ups and downs since joining the FWA, but that does not define who you are and what you are about. Everybody takes a loss sometimes, and sometimes those losses come in big time matches. Certainly I’m not the only one who has experienced these mishaps, and yet some folks talk to me in the back like I’ve been here for years, this is still my first year. Now that’s not making an excuse. It’s a fact, now I’ve won some matches and lost some. However, I don’t let my record define me or what I’m about. All that trash that gets talked is just fuel, I think at first I took it a bit personal, but then it all clicked one day that those around me see my potential and react to it accordingly. As far as my losses go, well those are learning experiences, and I have learned from each and every one of them. They have only made me that much stronger. I am going to walk into that building (pointing to the stadium behind him), and I am going to walk down to that ring and give the greatest performance of my young career, and when the bell rings at the end of the match I will be the new Young Lions champion. Not just because I say so, but because I have learned, I have evolved, and it is my time. This is my moment and I will not let Joshua take that from me. Honestly he can’t, you’ve seen it (pointing out among the crowd around them) they’ve all seen it. He’s not focused, he more distracted by his personal issues, and it’s sad, but that does not mean I will relent in my pursuit of destiny, tonight I will not only win the battle, but I will win and put an end to one of the worst moments in the history of that championship. I can make that statement with the utmost confidence, because when it comes right down to it I am that good, Over the Edge is that good, and tonight I will show the entire world just how good we really are. So, invest now in Over the Edge stock, because tonight it’s going to shoot through the roof. This is the same man who lost to Killemall not three weeks ago. Tonight I am bringing home some gold to Over the Edge.
[He steps back and takes a picture of the cameraman, just before walking away into the building.]

[The Golden One]

"It was a Wednesday..."

Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010
It is extremely unfortunate, that the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance must announce that Matt Boudreau has passed away, today, Wednesday September 22 2010. Alexza has been in contact with the FWA, and does not want very much information released to the general public. What can be said though, is that Boudreau passed away this morning in his sleep, at his home, in Honolulu, Hawaii.

Boudreau battled the rare Indellacy for 14 months, when he was informed he would only live 2 - 6 months with the disease. He was the last human being known on planet Earth, with the disease. Alexza has stated that his body will be given final examination, before being flown to his hometown of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Services will take place here: one for fans, and one for friends & family.

One of Boudreau's final wishes will then commence, as he will then be flown back to Hawaii, and buried in the Earth, to return to his favourite place of all: nature.

"It was a Wednesday...Today, as I type this is a Wednesday...Matthew Robinson posted the Mile High card on Wednesday, November 3, 2010...I signed my FWA contract on Wednesday, July 16, 2008...I found out Mike Curtis was no longer coming back Wednesday, September 1, 2010...and..."



Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A large-sized commercial airplane slowly decreases in altitude as the wheels are lowered and the plane lands on the runway of the Honolulu International Airport. Sitting in a regular-classed passenger, window seat is Devin Golden, looking calm and relaxed, but quaint and almost without a facial expression. He feels eery that he is even here, but the minute Crossfire ended on Oct. 16, and he knew he was facing Stu St. Clair for the World title, he bought his plane ticket and knew he had to come to this city.

The city isn't THAT important to what he is searching for, but he knows nowhere else to look.

Golden looks down at his cell phone, which does not have any service, but the clock reads: 09:45. He has his phone set for 24-hour military time.

He makes a quick glance out the window as the plane races down the runway, slowing down from a speeding pace as the exit terminal sits to the left. As Devin makes a glance out of the window, looking out to two other planes who are about to take off for whatever destination they have, and the grass dividing the exit and entrance runways...a flash of multicolored lights shows in the window, but it only exists for a flash, and a black and white version is instilled into the short-term memory of Golden, as he looks back in confusion for a second, but then finds comfort in knowing he is in the right place.


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The calm waves of the Pacific Ocean slowly trickle into the sandy beaches of Honolulu. Beach houses and condominiums rest along the waterway with a beautiful look out to the crystal blue water. Devin walks in the sand, with nothing but his sunglasses. The sun is shining brightly, and he looks down at the time...12:00 exactly. Right in the middle of the day; exactly in the middle of the week.

Devin goes to the beach, and he stares out, as if he is looking for something, searching for an answer.

He doesn't need to find the specifics, but he just needs to...feel it. He needs to feel as if he found what he was looking for, and then the connection is made.

"Would she bury him in the sand or under the trees?", he thought to himself.

Thoughts and assumptioons rip through his head, but then a slight breeze comes from the ocean. As if an answer comes, a spiritual sense of being rips through the Kapoilani Park Beach, one of the less populated beaches in Honolulu, which is still a very populated beach.

Some Hawaii residents and tourists sit on beach towels, some with beach umbrellas, some kids playing in the sand, building castles, or out in the water enjoying the late-October sun and heat of Hawaii.

"No wonder he wanted to live here. Nature is the exact opposite of what he would go through on a weekly basis on the road. It's his get-a-way. So quiet. So peaceful and unharming."


More thoughts racing through the head. More assumptions coming from the past 16 months, trying to remember every moment of interaction...

none

trying to remember every word said...

none

trying to remember..

none

"Why?"

Golden kneels down, and takes his hand through the grains of sand. He would never find exactly where he was, but this is close enough. He knows he is close; he can feel it, and that's all that matters. If he can feel it, then he can finally talk with him.

Devin Golden: Your last...true...loss.

He seems to be talking to the sand, but not really. The sand just symbolizes who he is talking to. He's talking to the idea, and wherever the person is...the idea is enough.

Devin Golden: I know you must remember it. I mean, the Five on Five Crossfire vs. Fight Night match wasn't a one on one loss for you, and losing tag matches and all...and then losing twice to Rocky Creed only to make the comeback more remarkable. It's as if you wanted to lose two in a row.

The last TRUE loss of your career. Almost two years ago. Tribute to the Troops 2008. I was a young pup back then, facing and defeating Thomas Princeton. Never held a title, but had chances. You recently won the World title, and it was champion against champion. Stu had defeated Shawn Cortez for the belt, and it was his first title reign.

Almost two years later, you're in the ground, no offense intended, and Stu is on his third title reign of his career. His third World title reign. Still around, still going strong, but a new face as a challenger.

"If only I would have talked to him...at least once. Then maybe I wouldn't have this pit in my stomach, this feeling that I let the FWA down."

Devin Golden: I know...and everyone else knows...that deep down you wanted another shot at Stu one on one. I even posted it on my blog that would be the dream card main event. I know you against G-Rich was the "coolest" or "best" way to go out because of the friendship, but deep down...Matty....I KNOW that you wanted to rewrite the history books and go out defeating everyone near the top of the ladder.

You never beat Stu. But I know you would have beaten him if you faced him again.

"When you faced him, what did you see? What holes did you notice? What opportunities were there? I've gone with him a few times now. I can hang with him, and I can beat him."

Devin Golden: I have to distinguish myself. Stu's never faced someone like me, at least not anytime in the recent past. I'm not like Nemesis, not like Ashley, not like Shawn Cortez, not like Moira, not like Darnell Porter. I'm not like them. I'm different. I'm Golden. I'm "The Golden One." I have "The Heart of a Champion." I'm the longest reigning X-Division champ in FWA history, and NO ONE else on this FWA roster is similar to me...especially no one Stu has faced for the World title or any belt.

Devin sits down now, right in the grass before the sand begins. He takes his hand and in a spiritual-fashion grooves it over the grains of sand, as if he is touching hollowed ground. He pulls it back, thinking about how sensational this must look or seem to people. He then smiles and looks out to the beach, such a peaceful setting. He wonders why he never thought about training in this environment before.

"He had it right."

Devin Golden: I have to remember that I beat him before, not once, but twice. We’ve only faced once one on one, and I beat him. And it’s ironic that it was in a similar time of his life. Jenny Ignito was causing him grief then, and she is causing him grief now. This was right after he had a fireball thrown into his eyes by Jenny, and Ashley O Ryan became the new World champion. I took it to Stu, and he had no choice but to get himself disqualified. I beat him, and while it wasn’t a pinfall or submission victory, I was still the one with the hand raised, and he knew it then. It pissed him off. I was a young pup, the X-Division champion, early in the reign, and he was on a downward spiral.

Now, Jenny Ignito isn’t throwing fireballs into his eyes, but she is playing a game of cat and mouse with his heart, and the news that Stu is a father…it’s the same old story with Stu. He only has one weakness, well…two. But the most obvious weakness is his trials and tribulations with Jenny. If one is to think I defeated Stu and Stu didn’t defeat himself the first time we faced, they are kidding themselves. The pain Stu had for the Jenny situation played a role, and it will play a role at Mile High.

"I never was able to say 'hello', which means I never was able to say 'goodbye.'"

Devin Golden: The other weakness…the other TRUE weakness…is the fact that when people think of FWA history…when people think of the greatest group ever formed, The Unholy Uprising…they don’t think of Stu St. Clair first. Hell, they don’t even think of him second.

It doesn’t matter that he beat you, the final time you two ever faced off…Stu will always come in second place to you, and maybe third place to G-Rich…and maybe even fourth place to Ryan Hall!!! I truly believe that’s why there’s so much hatred for G-Rich, so much desire to combat him and his running of Crossfire…but it eats him alive. I know it. I can feel it. He feels underappreciated, not by G-Rich…like he was saying during the Five on Five Crossfire vs. Fight Night feud….no, he feels underappreciated by the fans. He feels underappreciated by the guys in the back who paid so much homage to you when you were on your way to leaving this world. He felt underappreciated…compared to you…compared to G-Rich…compared to your friendship and that match.

Golden thinks back to his friendship, his friendship with Mike Curtis. The World tag team champions. They were supposed to take on Aut Pax Aut Bellum to unify the titles. But Stu and Wolf...

Devin Golden: And now we’re truly getting into the meat and potatoes of Stu’s personality and why there might be so much anger in his heart. Why he had to take MY true friend from me!

Has he ever had a true friend??? No. Once he and Ashley parted ways, there was nothing left. And even in the Unholy Uprising, the brotherhood, where Stu was a top dog…the North American champion..a future World champion no doubt in everyone’s minds…but he was and always will be overshadowed by the names: Boudreau, G-Rich, and Ryan Hall…and he is especially overshadowed by the friendship shared between you and G-Rich. He is especially jealous of that, because he never made that connection to either of you. He never made that connection to anyone in the Uprising. And that jealousy...it's not countered by the relationship to his brother, because that relationship is built from hate. There's no love, little respect, and zero understanding. So, when he sees a relationship...a friendship like Mike Curtis and I...he wants to strip that away. He wants to tear it into pieces in the form of shattered bones and bodies.

And that...impacts me. But, Stu never thought he would have to face me so soon. He didn't think he would have to answer for that action so quickly...one on one...for his precious World championship. WHy do you thnk I joined forces with Ashley O Ryan and Moira?!?! Because...out of everyone in the FWA, the two that have been tortured emotionally, physically...but have stood the test of time and kept coming back...Ashley O Ryan and Moira Crawford. No matter what, Ashley will be here...in the FWA, whether winning or losing...his bones don;t break, his mind doesn't collapse. Stu can bend him, but he can't break him...

This is there…all these feelings I mentioned are there inside Stu. I know it. I can use it against him. I can use Jenny against him. I can use the fact that I RECOGNIZE his greatness…against him. I understand that…to be honest, he is better than G-Rich. He is almost…and maybe is…as good as you. And he’s never heard it before…from anyone, but they all fell to him, all lost to him. He never heard it from challengers, from partners, from friends…and he probably never even heard it from Jenny Ignito, the person he really wants to hear it from. He never heard it, but he's hearing it now...from me...someone he doesn't give a rat's ass about.

Devin smirks as he thinks to how this is his first World title match, and he thinks back to how Stu St. Clair probably views him as an afterthought, and how that is going to get him in trouble...just like it did everyone else before him who has faced "The Golden One."

Devin Golden: I know you wouldn’t lose to Stu if you had another chance, and I know me and you never really…sat down and talked…or wrestled one another in a match…or even worked together or acknowledged one another at all…but I knew who you were and I know you knew who I was…

So instead of you rising from wherever you’re buried to defeat Stu, to set that one straight…I’m going to do it for you. I’m going to be different than anyone he’s ever faced, even different from you…and I’m going to look him straight in his burnt eyes and tell him that I know how great he is, and that I am STILL just as good as he is.

I said I don’t wrestle for anyone but myself now…that’s how I earned this match, by saying that. But maybe a little ounce of me will wrestle this one for you.

It’s the least I could do.

Devin looks down at his watch, notices it is close to 1 p.m., and his return flight is approaching. He turns his back to the sand and the beach and the waves and the clear blue water, and he turns his back to what he was looking for...knowing he found it, knowing he finally spoke to him. He walks away with a smile on his face, confident that win or lose at Mile High, he did what he felt he needed to do.

"I finally said 'hello', and now I have to say, 'goodbye'."

[Killswitch]

Address to Fans:

The camera opens to a building. You can see in the windows and you can see a lot of activity in it. People are on phones and you can see pictures all over the walls. You can’t tell what the pictures are but you can tell there are a lot of them. Finally, Katie Lynn Goldsmith comes into the picture and she walks to the door and she opens the door and she walks inside and a women stops her. Katie tries to fight through but she won’t let them go. Katie then starts to speak to the women trying to tell her why she is there.

Katie: I am here for an interview with Carmine “Grim” Reaper. And you are?

The women looks and she puts her finger up to her ear pushing in an ear piece.

Ms. Williams: I am Vanessa Williams. I am a helper of Mr. Reaper. I knew you were coming but I didn’t know you were going to bring cameras. Follow me.

Katie falls Ms. Williams. The camera starts moving around and you can see what is on the walls and it is pictures of Carmine with the North American Title saying “Vote Carmine”. Katie doesn’t know what to make of this. Finally Ms. Williams stops and she points to a man in a suit and tie. The man turns around and you can see that it is Carmine. He walks over and shakes Katies’ hand and he looks at the cameras and nods his head.

Katie: Wow, you look different Carmine.

Carmine nods his head. He looks at Katie and then looks at Ms. Williams and he motions his hand and Ms. Williams leaves.

Katie: Carmine, what’s going on here?

Carmine: Katie, this is for my fans. I want them to come see me and love me. I want them to see that I am serious about Mile High.

Katie: Why all of the phones and pictures?

Carmine: Because we are calling people. Making sure they know that they can rely on me. That they can “vote” for me to become North American Champion!

Katie: So you are doing a campaign of sorts? Don’t you know that in the FWA it is the best man that wins, not votes?

Carmine: That is true Katie, but it is time for me to do something different. I am coming out here this week to show that Mile High is the biggest thing in my life. I am showing people that I need to walk out as champion, because hell what my opponent has done with the title is nothing all he is done is take the FWA a step backwards and that is something that I need to change.

Katie: You still didn’t answer my question.

Carmine is about to answer when Ms. Williams comes and taps him on the shoulder.

Carmine: Well Katie, it is my time to go. I need to address my fans.

Katie stands there confused as Carmine seemingly walks into the wall. All of the sudden you are shown a huge arena with fans all over holding signs and cheering loudly. There is a stage and on the stage there is a podium with a women speaking. Finally she says something and out of the back comes Carmine “Grim” Reaper with his hands held high. He walks up to the podium and the fans get louder and louder. Carmine tries to quiet them down but all they do is cheer louder. Finally Carmine starts to speak and the fans settle down a little.

Carmine: Thank you! As you all know at Mile High I fight for the North American Championship!

The fans cheer as Carmine smiles and looks around at all of the fans.

Carmine: And of course I have all of you to thank.

Another loud cheer and this time Carmine chuckles a little bit.

Carmine: You see in the FWA we need to make changes. We have been in trouble for some time with the leaders in the FWA. The people that have held the titles and the people that hold them now and one of them is my opponent tonight. The man I face tonight runs from his opponents and he has sneak attacks something that I would never do. When I beat him the first time he saw how good that I can be, and yet he couldn’t take it so he took me out setting up this match when I was pretty damn close at becoming something bigger than him. You see he is jealous of me because I have you fans behind me!

Carmine nods his head and the fans cheer again. Carmine then leans over the podium showing that now he really might mean business.

Carmine: Now I want to be serious for a minute. When I came here to the FWA and I have said this before I didn’t know how far I would go. I went out there week in and week out trying to gain some fans trying to gain your support and I did that. I did that by not changing my morals and by doing what I set out to do. I didn’t want to make you fans hate me because I knew at some point I would need you to have my back and that moment is this week. I need you fans to go out and trump for me I need you fans to come to the show and cheer for me because that would make my opponent weak because no one would be behind him except for the people that he has taken under his wing. When he won what he has now her got lucky and everyone knows that. He wasn’t ready for it but he did it and now he is walking around like he is the leader of the free world. Well guess what the FREE WORLD DOESN’T want him as CHAMPION ANYMORE. They want someone that will go out for them and fight for them and would put that title on the line every single time someone wanted to take it from me because that’s the way I am and I am never going to change that for anyone.

The fans cheer once more and Carmine nods his head.

Carmine: I have faced my opponent before and he hasn’t been able to beat me. He has said one some occasions that I might have his number and I know that hurts him. You see when he faces me in that ring he can’t beat me so that is why he came out from behind and attacked me because he knew that the only way to beat me was hurt me at first so he would have an advantage. Also he has people who come to the ring with him every week because he think that it helps him in the long run. The problem is I have more people behind me and I don’t think he knows how many I have. But all he has to do is look at this crowd and he will see that I have more support than he ever will!!

Carmine throws his hands up and the crowd goes wild. Carmine then puts his hands down and he gets a serious look on his face.

Carmine: Mile High, I can become a champion or I can become someone who falls by the wayside. I want to become a champion because you all need it. My opponent doesn’t care about you all he cares about is himself and what he can do to get his resume up. I want to change that because I want the fans to look up to someone. I want the fans to see how great I can be and I want to show people that I am good and that you fans can rely on me. I have held a title before but it was a weak run because I never had to worry about losing those titles. I didn’t want it to be like that, that’s why when I win the North American Title everyone will get a shot so then I can prove that I am that damn good. My opponent can talk the talk but he can’t walk the walk. He has done nothing with that title since he won it and that is a shame. You fans deserve better, you fans deserve a change and that change is going to happen tonight. My opponent might have some accolades and that is something that I have to worry about, but deep down he knows with those accolades he has not done much with them. He has had shots over and over again but every single time he messes them up and I have to capitalize on that. People say that it takes skill to win in the FWA but to me there is much more than that. It is also what you stand for and the support that you get from the fans and to be honest I have both of those while my opponent might only have one. My opponent can be good and he has proven that he is good but against me he has not proven it and at Mile High it is going to be the same damn thing!

The fans cheer. Carmine then goes over and grabs a poster. The poster shows Carmine with a smile on his face and the North American Title around his waist.

Carmine: This is going to be the future!!

The fans cheer and Carmine claps his hands.

Carmine: This is going to be the future because I want it and the fans want it. I know you fans want it because you have stated it every time I come out to that ring because you all cheer and you are behind me. You give me a rush every single time I come out to that ring because I know you fans want to see me succeed and that drives me. At Mile High I am going to need all of you because it is going to be the biggest match of my life and I have a chance to become a champion and when I do become that champion I know you fans are going to cheer and I am going to be the happiest person in the world. I know I might sound lame tonight but you know what I have to in some ways because it makes me feel better and it makes me want to do what I am set out to do at Mile High, and that is becoming the North American Champion. Everyone might be writing me off and saying that I am not going to win because I have no shot, but that has been my whole career, I have been written off but I have always proved them wrong and at Mile High it is going to be no different because I am walking in as the challenger but I am going to be leaving as a champion and you fans are going to have a hell of a lot to do with it.

The fans cheer and Carmine smiles and throws his hands up in the air again and he walks off the stage. The fans keep cheering and finally the camera shows another shot and it is of a man in bed. He wakes up and shakes his head and you can see that it is Carmine. He gets up and throws his sheets off of him and he looks down and he has the North American Title around his waist. He smiles and nods his head. He speaks silently as the scene fades to black.

Carmine: Thomas Princeton my name is Carmine “Grim” Reaper and I am better then you…

[The Undertaker]

*Sitting on a boulder next to Yosemite Falls in Yosemite, California, BLAQ Lightning Clears His Mind, Prepping For His PPV match later tonight. The waterfall roars behind him, as he relaxes amidst the Yosemite wildlife and breezy yet clear scenery. He thinks to himself...*

BLAQ Lightning: Man. Every week I come out, and say it's a new Lightning. Yet every week I stumble the same way. I say I'm going to be the source of energy I once was, and fail to do it. I can go out every night and talk about there being a "new BLAQ Lightning", and I know he's there, a pure, refreshed, completely super charged edition of BLAQ Lightning. I feel it, deep in my soul. But it's feint. It's so small. I need to believe. I need to believe in myself, find that confidence once there, find that courage that seems to be gone, find that charisma that's been lacking. I need to find what I've been missing, what the fans have been missing. I need to be 100% focused on what I'm doing, and do it, and win. I know I can, I've proven time and time again I can compete with the best. Your Boudreau's, your Creed's, your Porter's, your Princeton's, all have had their struggles facing me. They've all gone through Hades and high water to surpass me, and some have failed at it. I need that power surge back that let me shine before.

*BLAQ Lightning lifts up and soars over Yosemite, seeking peace of mind, and more inspiration. He thinks to himself...*

BLAQ Lightning: Mile High, in Dallas Texas. Wow. Even though I hate the Cowboys, and my Raiders are stomping on them this season, I'm glad that we're back in the west coast. Closer to home. Feels good. I was even able to travel home for a while. That should help. I'm closer to my roots, closer to my energy source. I feel the blood warming up in my veins. I feel good. I'm certainly ready for my match with XXX and The Drunken Sailorman. I mean come on. I better be ready. I've proven that I'm so far out of their league, I should have nothing to worry about at all. I think I'll go do some light exercises, loosen the muscles and test my abilities.

*BLAQ Lightning soars higher in the air, and starts his training. He darts through the air at super high speeds, throwing kicks, flipping, spinning, and creating a surprise spectacle for Yosemite valley onlookers. BLAQ Lightning soars extremely high, and lets off an amazing energy beam from his hands.*

BLAQ Lightning: Woooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! That's right!! Feeling good feeling great, feeling great feeling good!!! Nice and energized, feeling strong, ready to go own this match!! Haha yes!! This is gonna be a great night.

*BLAQ Lightning bolts to Dallas, soaring over Arizona, New Mexico, all over Texas until landing in Dallas.

BLAQ Lightning: Deep in the hearrrrrrrt, of Texas! Haha, wow. I don't really like it here. It's really icky and what not. Nonetheless, I'm here for a reason. Time to put on a show!

*BLAQ Lightning lifts up and soars over the fans in line waiting to get inside, he swoops down and high fives a few before lifting up, doing a few flips in the air, and going back inside. Finally with a smile beaming, he enters his locker room. He thinks to himself...*

BLAQ Lightning: It's almost that time. Match time. Fight time. The time to go out and do what I do best. I finally feel good. I'm not just saying. I finally feel good, and know that I'm going to handle my business like I used to, and be the entertainer I once was. The most entertaining star in the history of the FWA. Let's get it!! I have Xander Xavier Xerses and Tony "The Drunken" Sailor in 3 way match. I'm still fairly new, so I don't know these guys too well, but I have been in the ring with both of these guys. Clearly I'm the better of the bunch, but I can't take these guys lightly. They've proven than can hang with the big dogs as well. So I need to be on edge. However, I can rest easy, knowing that I'm far superior to them in every aspect, and most importantly, I have the fans' support. I know that when I go out there, the fans only want to see me. They want the Senor Rayo Negro that they've missed. They want Mr. Feel The Lightning. They want the practioner of Bellus Lacerto Addo Quomodo, Be Lively And Quixotic, the preacher of Live To Inspire, BLAQ Lightning! That's who they want to see!! They want to see me strike like lightning on Tony The Drunken Sailor's face, slap the alcohol outta his pores and turn him into a tea drinker and crumpet eater like the rest of the British!! They want to see me hit the BLAQ Out on Xerse and put the lights out on his XXX and turn him into TV PG!! They want to see me go out in this 3 way dance and dance 3 different ways on my opponents' faces!!

I gotta make sure I don't fall into the same traps my opponents did, the same trap most FWA superstars have, the trap of monotony, the trap of thinking that you can throw on a pair of trunks, come out to hard rock, and say you're gonna beat someone up, makes you a wrestler. The thought that doing what everyone else does, makes you great. The thought that talking hard and deep and sounding like you're 7'5 and 400 pounds, makes you better than everyone else. There's always been this mindset people have with me, or more so against me, that because I don't talk about how I'm gonna beat up everybody and because I don't act like a tool I'm not as good. Whatever happened to settling issues in the ring? I don't care if someone cares a camera man in a promo. Let's see him scare me in the ring. I don't care if someone uses a big word I've never heard before, or brags about how much better they are than someone else. Saying is one thing, doing is another. BLAQ Lightning may say something, but best believe I'll back it up. I said I felt good and I was ready to beast in this match. So you best believe what I'm gonna do.

The BLAQ Lightning of the old is creeping back. Slowly, but surely. The BLAQ Lightning that no one thought would make it. The BLAQ Lightning that gets no credit for saving the earth multiple times because he doesn’t do it for glory. The BLAQ Lightning that doesn’t use trickwires or anything to fly around arenas day in and day out, and people still don’t believe I’m the real deal. That BLAQ Lightning is back. Because BLAQ Lightning now has something to prove. BLAQ Lightning hasn’t fallen off. BLAQ Lightning is better than ever. Stronger than ever. Faster than ever. He is still the man. He is still the Superhero. He’s not concerned with an overgrown drunk meathead from England. He’s not concerned with someone who has the name of a god and still sounds sleazy. He’s concerned with reclaiming his fame, his status as FWA elite, his level, his position, his spot on the card, everything he once had. He’s concerned with being the best anyone’s seen in their lifetime. He’s concerned with winning gold. He’s concerned with inspiring others to fulfill their dreams. He’s concerned with shocking his opponents, electrifying the masses, and creating a surge in the adrenaline every single time he walks out the curtain. He’s concerned with hitting his Lightning Strike Kick, applying his Electrotherapy submission hold, leaping from above and landing his Sudden Downpour, and pulling out his finisher The BLAQ Out for a victory tonight. He’s concerned with being back, being the old BLAQ Lightning, with new found passion and fury, a new found reason, purpose, and motivation to go on and continue his path straight to the top of Crossfire, and the entire FWA. That’s what BLAQ Lightning’s concerned with. BLAQ will be back tonight. By the time my pyro blasts in the arena, and my theme kicks, BLAQ will be back. Oh yeah. I feel it.

*BLAQ Lightning clenches his fists tightly, and generates an electric field around him. The lights start flickering throughout Mile High stadium*

BLAQ Lightning: Whoa, take it easy kid. Not till the match. Wait, were you just talking to yourself in 3rd person? Was I talking to myself in 3rd person? Oh well, whatever.

Tonight, I also have more inspiration. Tonight, I’m dedicating this match to Eddie Guerrero. I’m gonna go out and do what I do best in honor of one of the greatest ever. I have a special entrance planned in honor of Eddie to open the show. Let me go clear this up with the tech guys.

*BLAQ Lightning goes to discuss his entrance with the technicians and camera crew, then returns to his locker room to meditate before his match. He’s ready to finally go out and electrify the masses, and get a major PPV victory. He waits for the knock on his door to let him know it’s time…*

[10-Figures of Punk]

3 A.M in the morning and Jermaine is just now waking up from his sleep on the plane. He is heading to Dallas stadium for his return match in FWA. He is dressed up in a plain silk white tee shirt with the letters B.W.S imprinted on into the shirt. He has on new Blac Label shorts with diamonds encrusted in the pockets to give it that shiny glistened feeling. And for the shoes he just went casual for the day and threw on the number one retro Jordan’s with the Black Wall Street symbol imprinted on the side on the shoe. It is still fairly early so the sun hasn’t come out yet, but Jermaine is up ready to go and thinking about what the Black Wall Street told him earlier that week at the meetings.
(Flashback to October 16, 2010)

Unknown Leader of the B.W.S: Jermaine, I need to carry out a task for me.
Jermaine: Umm ok sure but what about the previous task you wanted me to do about the Great Siege?
Leader: Put that on hold right now, we are not strong enough to take them out. Sure by themselves they are weak and inadequate but together they are a strong grouping of people. The Black Wall Street will tell you when to strike. But this next task I need you to do is get to the bottom of this racial situation between Drew Jolson and the Smash Brothers.
Jermaine: FWA signed Mario and Luigi?
(The Leader just looks at Jermaine and sighs.)
Leader: Make sure you don’t say that around them. These two young brothers is the real deal. But just find out what’s happening and make sure you do not state the Black Wall Street intentions
Jermaine: So where do you want me to strike?
Leader: Mile High, now get the hell out my office.
(Present Time-Now at the airport terminal)

Jermaine: The last time I was in Dallas was at the NBA All-Star Game attending that travesty you call a Dunk Contest. Back in the day where you had Kobe dunking, Vince showing his godly powers, and Tyrus Thomas just in it for the money, we come to the days where Gerald Wallace think he can get a high score by doing a dunk John Wall did back in high school. Well the same situation is happening at FWA. Instead of having greats like G-Rich and AJ Hart, you stuck with incompetent fools like Rocky Creed and The whole Great Siege. Now I know the leader of Black Wall Street told me to stand down and let the Great Siege take over the FWA but I just want you to know that I would not stand for that and if you get in my way, I will take you out one by one.

(Just then Jermaine’s limo pulls up and Jermaine gets in and the limo drives off)

Jermaine: Take me to the Dallas stadium for the FWA show.

Taxi Driver: Wait, you’re Jermaine Johnson right????

Jermaine: Yea, why what up?

Taxi Driver: Well its just that my kids are such good fans of yours, where have you been these last couple of months?

Jermaine: Well I had to take a leave of absence because my daughter was real sick and couldn’t move her whole left side of her body so being the good father that I am, I had to take care of her. But on the wrestling side of things, I been wrestling small shows and independents. I even worked for free for Windy City Pro Wrestling just to help out with their depressing crowds.
Taxi Driver: So how you feel about taking on Julian Knight this Sunday at Mile high.

(Just then, the taxi driver took a sharp left turn and almost got into a crash.)

Jermaine: Watch it now. I don’t want you killing me before my upcoming match. But in regards to Julian Knight, I don’t have a problem with the kid. As far as I know, he is a decent ass wrestler that will kick ass at any given moment. But for every advantage he has, he also a disadvantage to go along with that. If he is strong, then I am faster than him. If he is fast, then I am stronger than him. But if he is fast and strong, then I’m grabbing a chair and going crazy.

Taxi DriverHe starts to laugh after he heard that joke) I know thats right. I don’t want to see your beautiful face get messed up. (After saying that he winks his eye at Jermaine and smiles).

Jermaine(Now eyeing him a little bit weird): Yea about that, you can let me out at the next stop... I’ll walk the rest of the way.

(Soon afterwards the taxi driver stopped and let Jermaine out the car).

(Being only a block away from the hotel, Jermaine realizes he can relax and walks slowly into the hotel).

(Jermaine then enters his suite where he finds a surprising guest).

Jermaine: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ARE.

J-Mayne: Well long time no see buddy. How you been? Are you still working at that vile disgusting workplace known as FWA?

Jermaine: No, I am just on a mission from the Black Wall Street to find out certain things.

J-Mayne: Black Wall Street??? You joined up with them? You do know that the BWS is all bad news right. You stay with them and you might change into the worst.

Jermaine: See the difference between me and you is, anything I do and will do will never affect me. I could kill a man and still have the same dignity and pride I did when I dropped you from the team a couple years back.

J-Mayne: The Black Wall Street is using you. They will continue to use you till you prove worthless than they will drop you faster than Lebron James fan-base.

Jermaine: Whatever man, Now you can get the hell out my room.

(J-Mayne then leaves the room with no trouble and smiles on his way out because a reporter then walks in from FWA).

Reporter: So Jermaine, do you have any words to say about this Sunday?

(Jermaine then begins to talk to the reporter).

Jermaine: Now I know everybody will not agree with all the Black Wall Street motives and how they handle things, but if it wasn’t for them then I would be on the street serving again. I cannot let that happen, I have a two year daughter that I love and if I go back to jail then she will end up with her mother. As a proud black father, I cannot let that happen. But ever since I joined up with the Black Wall Street, they gave me a mission. A mission that first had me taking out the Great Siege, but now I got to take out Drew Jolson and befriend the Smash Brothers. If we was going by my decisions, the Great Siege would be disbanded and I will be tv champion right now. Now this Sunday, even though I have been out the ring for a undisclosed time, I will not be showing no ring rust as I have my hand risen in victory. To end this interview I would like to say one thing: The Black Wall Street is blowing money.... Because we making money YA DIGG!!!!