Promo Thread Mile High 2010 PPV

[Beastie boys]

A sober Tony walks into a top class, 5 star restaurant with his bodyguard Stan, who intimidates everybody in sight.

Doorman-You must be Tony Johnson, right this way sir.

Tony- Thankyou door man, I will seat myself and tuck into an elegant, 5 star meal. Anyway, last week on CrossFire, I rolled straight over The New York Ranger, less than 5 minutes I think, I literally walked in the ring, wrestled a bit, and walked out as winner, but that is not the case for this Sunday, I was just on the FWA homepage, and read that I have my debut FWA Pay Per View match against Blaq Lightning, and Xander Xavier Xerxes, I believe that I can beat them rather easily, as I have wrestled against them before, I am just having a hard time remembering.

Tony’s bodyguard Stan pulls something out of his pockets.

Stan-Tony, this may bump your memory a little, I have both of your matches recorded onto my cell phone, here watch your first match.

Blaq Lighting is in the ring saluting the fans on the top rope. Tony ‘The Drunken Sailor’ Johnson comes from under the ring. Tony gets in the ring and gets right behind Blaq. Before the fans can say look out to Lighting. Lighting jumps off the turnbuckle turning in 180 degrees around. Tony kicks Blaq in the midsection and hits The Navy Bomb. Tony makes a cover as the referee runs into the ring to make the count. Tony gets the three count. The crowd can’t believe the upset.

Winner: Tony `The Drunken` Sailor

Tony-Oh that is right, that was quite sneaky of me, but I will need to do better than that if I am to defeat two other wrestlers, especially since Blaq would most likely remember that, he won’t be tricked again, what about Xander. Did I win or lose to him?

Stan pulls out his Cell again.

Cameron Cross enters first to a pretty nice pop from the crowd. Tony Johnson comes out looking drunk, some people laugh as he slips climbing into the ring. XXX enters next to a light amount of heat from the arena and then Chicken enters to mostly confused reactions from everyone.

The ring bell sounds and all four men dive in at each other. Cross takes on XXX and Johnson goes against Chicken. The men are trading blows back and forth, though chicken looks confused, like he is having trouble keeping up. Johnson takes advantage of this and hits Chicken with a Lou Thesz Press. Johnson covers 1...2 but the pin is broken up by XXX.

XXX has knocked down Cross and now is going after Johnson with some hard right hands, Johnson goes limp due to the alcohol and pain but not before falling forward and hitting XXX in the head with a falling headbutt. XXX and Johnson are both down. Chicken is at his feet looking around looking confused he lets out a "BAWK" then is kicked hard in the gut by Cross. Cross then hits his finisher StarCrossed and covers Chicken 1...2...3! The match is over!

Winner: Cameron Cross via pinfall

Tony- Oh that is right, I had a match against him, Cross, and that idiot Chicken, who may rest in peace. But I believe I could have beaten XXX if it was me against him, 1 on 1, but I need to prove myself, if I can win this three way match, I will hopefully be in line for a title shot sometime soon. That is why I have decided to go sober until I win a title of some sort. That is right, no more Beer, or Partying, until I win a title of some sort. I have decided to take my job seriously.

As this is stated, Sammy walks in.

Sammy- Tony! Guess what? You have a match at Mile High this Sunday.

Tony- I know, I have decided to take a new approach to my career, I am not going to booze until I win a title in the FWA.

Sammy- Are we seeing a new side of the Drunken Sailer?

Tony- My name, my name is Tony the Sober Sailer Johnson. The Sober Sailer. This is a new Tony Johnson you are seeing here, not that old booze rat formerly known and loved in the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. Xerxes and Blaq are stepping in the ring with a new, and improved Tony The Sober Sailor Johnson.

Sammy- I think I may like this new Sober sailor! I think this can be the start of a quality relationship

Tony-That’s right, after I win at Mile High, I will take you and Stan out for a nice Dinner at an even better restaurant then we are at here!

Ooc: Sorry if this is late, I can’t see the time as I live in Adelaide, Australia!

[Maxxy the Franchise]

Running Late...

Seven A.M., Sunday morning... The same as any other morning for Alexandr Bapho lately. A pounding headache. A nasty, decrepit hotel room littered with bottles and other refuse from the night before. In the old days, it would've been the scene after a wild party with the Rebel Badass and a couple of rats from the night before. But now, even though the aftermath is the same... the cause is much, much different. Bapho pulls himself up in the chair that he passed out in, rubbing his throbbing forehead. He moans, looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand by his rented bed. Seven o' two... He groans again. Still sleepy... Bapho stands up and stretches, twisting his head to the left. The battered bones let out a few creaks and crackles. Bapho scratches his beard, still trying to wake up. With the thunderous riff from Angel of Death, by Slayer, his cell phone rings. Slowly, Bapho makes his way to the phone, charging on the nightstand, right by the alarm clock.

Message from: 310-835-4471

After moving a few empty beer bottles out of the way, Bapho sits on his hotel mattress and unlocks his phone.

You have 6 new messages.

Bapho groans, annoyed slightly.

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Message from Maxx - Yesterday at 7:41 PM.

Dude, seriously... where the fuck are you? Please call me or text me man. -Maxx

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Message from Rebel - Yesterday at 8:07 PM.

dude cum on stop pulling this goddamm shit!!! maxxies lookin for ya

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Bapho sighs, grabbing a half full bottle of beer from last night and taking a drink. Warm, hot, and stale... Bapho winces slightly, but that doesn't stop him from drinking it.

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Message from bitchboy timothy - Yesterday at 9:45 PM.

We dont have to be at the arena til 1 Get some rest and dont drink

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Message from Rebel - Today at 2:17 AM.

holy fuck bro u gotta check out what tese bitchs are doin over here dud ya gotta com!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bapho doesn't even bother opening the debaucherous, and possibly illegally obscene pictures. He just deletes the message and moves on to the next text. His eyes widen slightly as the next new message appears on screen.

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Message from Amy - Today at 2:17 AM.

Please alex call us were worried about you please Call or txt Please

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Bapho winces, stareing at the screen. Some hesistation is to be had as he thumbs over to the delete button. He presses it, moving onto the next message.

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Message from 310-835-4471 - Today at 2:17 AM.

Alex this is Matt I want you up at the show at 10AM. me and you need to talk

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Bapho groans as he sets the phone back on the nightstand. He glances at the clock... Seven thirteen AM. He grabs the phone again.

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Message to bitchboy timothy

Matt wants me up there at 10 not 1 just got a text from him

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He quickly shoots the message off to Timothy Smith and checks his phone for any other missed calls and message. As if expecting something more, he gently tosses his phone back onto the nightstand. Letting out another sigh. He stands back up and gets ready for the day.

*~*LATER*~*

Nine thirty-eight AM, Cowboy Stadium. Site for this years Mile High pay per view event. Bapho is walking up and down the halls of the cavernous stadium looking for Matthew Robinson's office. The Fantasy Wrestling Alliance road crew has barely been in the building for two days, and you'd think they've been in there for half a month... Everything is set up just perfectly to make the stars feel at home, even though most are miles away from home. After already having ripped down a Baphomet poster along the way. He comes across another poster to his dislike. At first he scowls and goes to rip it down from the tacks. He grabs it at the side... then sighs, leaving it alone... He growls again, punching the wall as hard as he can before sighing again... He shakes his head and walks off. Though creased slightly, the Jenny Ignito's poster remains on the wall. He makes his way further down the hall, before finally reaching the end. Bapho sees the "Matthew Robinson" Star Placard on the door, and without so much as knocking he barges into the room. Matthew Robinson is sitting at his executive desk, going over the final plans for the show, with his assistant, Denise. He looks up, with a slightly perturbed look on his face.

Matthew Robinson: You're early...

Baphomet: You wanted me...

Matt clicks his pen, setting it down on the desk.

Matthew Robinson: Its better than no Bapho. Denise, would you mind leaving us alone?

Denise Milani: Not a problem, Matt.

Denise immediately makes her way out of the office. Without even waiting for a motion or invitiation, Bapho takes a seat. Matthew leans forward, checking his watch... Nine forty-three.

Matthew Robinson: ... You know why you're here, right?

Baphomet: I do...

Matthew Robinson: Well, you do know I'm not too happy with you.

Baphomet: I do...

Matt leans back in his chair.

Matthew Robinson: Fact is man... if it weren't for the fact that you're Baphomet, and have been a dedicated company man since you started here. You know I would've shit-canned you the match you no-showed against Bullseye, or for that little tirade you went on about myself and the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, or for no-showing all of those media spots and interviews you were scheduled for.

Bapho sits in silence as Matthew stands up from his chair and slowly paces around his office.

Matthew Robinson: But I can only overlook so much as your boss... As much as I want to help you, if you can't, or won't help yourself... Then I can't help you anymore... Like I said man, if it wasn't for all your dedication to FWA and the sacrifices you made for us, and those fans. You'd be gone. I wouldn't tolerate it... The other wrestlers won't tolerate it. The agents and producers are already sick of you and asking me why haven't I fired you. And they're making more and more sense everyday man. Baphomet... Alexandr Bapho is a liability. Now, I truly want to help you. I need you to overcome whatever you're facing. And I know what it is...

Bapho continues to sit in silence, looking at Matt.

Matthew Robinson: I know its Jenny man... I know she started this whole mess inadvertently.

Bapho slightly scoffs.

Matthew Robinson: ...I need you to forget about her.

Baphomet: ............ Do you know what it's like to live as Baphomet? This figment of a fucking character the FWA wants me to play?

Matthew Robinson: I'm sorry, do what?

Baphomet: Living with pain... Pain you or noone else could live with... Baphomet could coast through it just fine... A broken body, injuries that would've killed lesser men... much less retired those other wrestlers... You know, shatter bones and scars... torn muscles... Things that would cripple any of you. But Baphomet... he wouldn't feel it... Or much less a broken mind... left to rot in that miserable shit orphanage in some god-forsaken country... Taken drugs that have poisoned my system... and amounts that would kill even the most hardcore addicted druggie. Being the satanic bad guy in this business... evil and hated enough that the fans wanted to kill him on a nightly basis, or just do something to get at him... No love and respect for the guy that tied up a, now dead, wrestler to a cross... or sliced up the face of the fans' Cockney Queen... Or better yet, Matt... being sixth fiddle in this goddamn company because because I don't bitch enough of suck up to the brass enough... If I were just this goddamn mental, deranged character who was in it only for the agony and the fire and all that... I'd be on cloud nine!

Bapho scoffs once again.

Baphomet: Hell... I use to be that guy for the longest time... me and "it" were the same... But then I had to get the inspiration to be something more... The second I threw open that door and stopped being Baphomet... *sigh* I stopped being Baphomet... And I felt everything... you know it... you paid for the hospital bills while I was recovering in the burn ward... I still have those scars... All that pain was a sign of things to come... Maxx and Amy left... retired and stayed in England... though they text, it's not the same..............

Baphomet lays his head on Robinson's desk.

Baphomet: And beyond them... I've only had two other true-blue... close friends in this business... Rebel... Rebel was what Maxx or Amy couldn't be... a twisted basket-case, just like me... Two misfits looking for trouble where-ever we went... Do drugs... drink... party... rats... We're brothers... I had no home... he came from a broken home... Family...................

Baphomet slowly lifts himself off the desk and back into his chair.

Baphomet: Of all the people to leave me... to his credit... he didn't leave... But he changed... he wants to change me... "Help me," as YOU said you wanted to... Where did that come from... isn't family suppose to accept family......... regardless of how damaged they are... Rebel, by no means, is a saint... but I still love him... Am I not good enough now? Because of my goddamn problems with Jenny... or the fact that I'm just a piece of goddamn meat to this company... and to everybody else on this god forsaken planet... At least when I was Baphomet... I would take even more back than what they took from me... I know you just want me to shrug this all off and go have a perfect promo or go have a five star match... but I don't think it's in me anymore... Too much is taken...

Matthew, already back to sitting in his chair after Bapho's tirade, is completely taken aback from everything Bapho has said... The formerly stern look in his face is long gone, and something more sympathetic has taken its place.

Matthew Robinson: Look, Baph... Maybe the FWA is a little demanding to be apart of... but I have never asked you to do something you can't or give something you don't have... But, still man... I can't help you unless you help yourself... If you need help, just say so... But I can't have you moping around the building and not showing up for your promos or matches...

Baphomet: I know man... but its just not there anymore.......... the spark is gone... the fire is dead... And even tonight... even though Rebel is more than capable of carrying my ass tonight through this match... Tonight... it's different... It can't be the same blood and guts entertainment... I'm angry at Rebel... I really am... For trying to change me... I'm angry at everybody's who's abandoned me and stolen from me... I'm angry... bitter... All I can say is it's probably not gonna be the classic Rebel/Bapho wars...

Matthew Robinson: As long as you can squash whatever beef you have... Do what you have to do... Just remember though... I can't have you slacking anymore...

The wrestler known as Baphomet gets up from his chair and goes to leave the room.

Matthew Robinson: And look man... We all do care about you here man... Maxx has been calling me constantly checking on you... As does Rebel...

Bapho turns around back towards the door.

Matthew Robinson: As does Jenny...

Baphomet: Calling... and actually being there are two different things.

Without even taking a second look at Matt, Baphomet exits his office and crawls back to whatever lonely hell he can find. Time... Nine fifty-nine AM... Twelve hours and one minutes before taking a trip to the 9th level of Metal Hell... Not as Baphomet... but something far more fragile... human...

*~*END*~*

[Minstrel of Chaos]

The scene opens up in an alley with Joshua sitting on a ladder. His expression is one of mischievous intent and overbearing confidence. His hands are clasped together in front of him, covered by fingerless gloves. His clothes are that of khaki shorts, black tennis shoes, and a gray hoodie. Against the ladder are several steel chairs, and a single folding table. A few barrels are also scattered around his position. His breath can be seen in the air as he breathes, showing the temperature to be very low. His voice comes out a little hoarse, but never wavering.

Josh: Hello James. I suppose you're sitting in your locker room about now, prepping for our match. Well let me give you some food for thought as you guzzle down that Mad Dog 40 in your hand. When you challenged me, did you know who you were going to be facing? Did you think you were going to be fighting a champion? Did you think that you'd be facing a man who took his title with the utmost dignity and respect? Or did you think you'd be facing a lunatic like yourself, who'd just be wanting a fight? If you thought that last one, you'd have been right. I doubt that though, as you just challenged a man to a match that sounds more like a home improvement project than a wrestling fight. If you thought that would give you an advantage, you were sorely mistaken, you drunken lunatic. As if I'd be scared of a TLC match? Considering I've been been hit by one of the three multiple times since my arrival in the FWA, I'd say the other two aren't really going to scare me all that much. At least I know after the match, I have all the tools to start an interview of your loss right afterward.

He stands up, grabbing the folding table, and setting it up. He then takes the folding chairs, setting them up on both sides of the table. He then reaches into the pocket of his shorts and pulls out a roll of duct tape. He sets that on the table, with a laugh afterward.

Josh: And I'll have the chairs to sit us at, and I'll even bring the duct tape, in case our to tired to stay in the chair. I don't give light beatings, James, but you should already know that, huh? I mean, I could always try and take it easy on you, but where would the fun in that be? You're just two actions shy of certifiable, right? I thought of bringing a straight jacket, but I already feel bad for beating up a hopeless nobody. I don't need to compound the whole thing with beating on a defenseless, hopeless nobody. Really, my poor conscience can only suffer so much of a blow. But back on the subject of the interview, I should probably come up with the questions I'm going to ask you.

Josh sits in the chair, gaining a mock thoughtful expression. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, as he throws them on the table.

Josh: Well the first question I'm going to ask is simple. How did it feel to have to put your money where your mouth is? I guess the next question should go along with that one. How would you even fit it in there around that ginormous foot that already presides there? I suppose you answer with some sort of groan of pain, which will most likely translate to...

His voice changes to a mocking impression of James's. Josh even gains a stupefied and slack jawed expression.

Josh (mock impression of James): By swallowing my foot.

Josh then returns back to his voice, grabbing his pack of cigarettes, and opening them. He tosses the wrappers casually behind him.

Josh: How brilliant an idea. As a reward for that brilliant response, you get a lifetime pass to ride the short bus. Now onto the next question I'd ask. Did I manage to knock any sense into that fun house you call a brain?

Josh pulls out a cigarette with his teeth, chuckling in amusement before he takes up his lighter.

Josh: But I really shouldn't ask a question he so obviously answered by example in his last response. That would just be redundant. So after I have conducted that riveting post match interview, I'd have to clear the ring for the next match, at which point, I'd just throw everything out of the ring. The ladder, the table, my chair, the chair your duct taped to. I know I'm forgetting something, but it's probably nothing important, much like my match with you, James. Funny how those things coincide huh?

Josh reaches for his lighter, and sparks it. He puffs a few clouds of smoke before, taking a deep lung full. He holds it there for a few moments before releasing it.

Josh: You see this alley represents what our rivalry is going to be like for you. You see a long corridor, with a hope that it will get you to the next street quicker than going the long way. So you pick up speed, and start running toward the end. Like this guy coming up.

Josh watches as a man rushes toward him. He smiles and waves at him. He runs by full speed, running under the ladder. He then passes out of sight.

Josh: You rush by and you make a mistake somewhere. That's when I get to laugh at you, because you made the stupidest mistake anyone can make. I'm no shortcut you can just charge down with no thought. Because I am just the marker for...

A loud crash is heard, and a man groaning in pain is heard soon after.

Josh: A dead end.

Josh just gives a wide grin as he continues to smile. He then sighs as he leans forward on his elbows on the table.

Josh: I suppose I should take this with a modicum of seriousness. You're a good fighter Eyesnsane, and there is no taking that away from you. I suppose I should put some pride in my belt. I only wonder why, as the only reason I came to this organization was to be a manager, and then some nobody put me in this position of being a wrestler. Pride in a belt? I would rather find pride in myself. At least then I know it's worth something. You can take a belt from someone, and quite easily I'll add. You can't take my pride though, as that is intangible. The only reason I bother coming to that ring is for the fans in those stands who want to see something other than Rocky Creed frenching management's backside Something other than the mockery of rebellion the Great Siege is becoming. I mean, look at it. It is run by three of Robinson and Jolson's biggest supporters. What kind of rebellion is that? I come to the ring for people who want something more in their little entertainment. I said I'd shake up the FWA as the Diehl Rebellion, and I think it's time I did that. Not just for my fallen brother, Michael, but for those fans out there who still believe in me. So James, I want you to think hard on who you're facing, and what responsibility you favor more when you come to own this belt yourself. Responsibility to your overseers, who tell you what to do for next to nothing, or to the fans, who pay their hard earned money in this time of recession to see their favorite star come to the squared circle? I hope that you never regret that decision, and I wish you the best of luck at our match.

And with that, Josh just sits at the table and smokes his cigarette as the man from before wanders forward covered in refuse.

Josh: Man. You like trash.

The scene fades with Josh laughing, and the man beginning to chuckle as well at his own misfortune.

[Viva]

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The following is an FWA.com exclusive…

It is the weekend of one of FWA’s biggest pay per views of the year, Mile High! The FWA reporters are out on the streets near Cowboys Stadium where the atmosphere is electric. There are fanfests going on outside the building with fans huddled around their favorite FWA superstars. The avid FWA fans are sporting the gear of some of their favorite Fight Night and Crossfire wrestlers. The cameraman is with backstage interviewer Andrew Griffin.

Griffin: Hello Ladies and Gentleman I am reporting to you from the FWA Mile High fanfest where thousands of fans are here showing their appreciation for the company and I want to ask some of them a question that everyone has been discussing. Who will win the Mile High match?

Griffin approaches a random fan

Griffin: Hello and what’s your name?

Fan: My name is John and I’d just like to say I love FWA!

Griffin: Glad to hear it John, now what are your thoughts on the Mile High main event? Who do you think is going to come out victorious in this epic main event?

John: Well there are 6 men…sorry 5 men and 1 women…who have been dying for this opportunity. They are going to face off in a match for the ages but I believe in matches like this the champions always have the advantage. I expect Creed to retain

Griffin: Is there anyone you think is going to be the weak link in this match.

John: These guys are all experienced veterans but if anyone I have to say Bullseye Johnson, he just doesn’t seem to have that motivation he used to

Griffin: Thanks for the time John.

John: No Problem…I love FWA!

Griffin then approaches a couple from the crowd as the man is wearing an APAB shirt with the women wearing a Garbielle shirt

Griffin: What are your names?

Guy: This is Julie and I’m Tom

Griffin: Well, Julie, Tom, from the looks of it it’s clear who you guys are rooting for in this Mile High match.

Julie: Well I just love Gabrielle and her toughness. She can go out there and hang tough with the big guys. She is a great role model to children and I believe she has the edge in this match

Tom: I may love her but I have to strongly disagree, this match is going to Andrew Johnson and he is bringing home the FWA gold to APAB! Wooo!

Griffin: Well aren’t you two an enthusiastic couple. And who do you believe to be the weakest link in this match

Tom and Julie look at one another, nod, and then look back at Andrew.

Tom/Julie Simutaneously: Bullseye Johnson.

Griffin: Interesting, and why is that?

Julie: I used to love watching Bullseye in the ring. He always made sure to put a show on for the crowd and I’m not going to lie but I always loved seeing his body.

Tom gives Julie a grunt

Julie: Well now however since he came to Fight Night, heck, since he got suspended, he’s been a different man. I just don’t think he has the potential to a win a match like this, and quite frankly he doesn’t have the passion to win like he once did.

Tom: Well apart from the comment about Bullseye’s body, I agree with Julie. He is washed up, and doesn’t have it in him. Bullseye Johnson is the past. This might just be his last chance to shine, but knowing him he’ll blow that opportunity like he does with all the others.

Griffin: Well thanks for the time you two!

Griffin parts ways as he then goes up to a group of friends who are going crazy at the camera.

Griffin: What’s going on guys? Have you guys been drinking or what?

Fan: We’re just trying to have a good time.

Griffin: Well would you like to tell the camera your names?

Fan: I’m Andre, this is Matt, and this is Darnell.

Griffin: Well who are you’re picks to win this Mile High match?

Andre: Duke Drazin is the obvious choice. He is one of the most dominant fighters in the FWA and has proven time and time again that he is a champion. Look out for him to domimate/

Griffin: And how about you, are you pulling for the man you share a name with?

Darnell: Well it’s not because we share the same name but Darnell Porter has been one of my favorite FWA wrestlers ever since he joined the company. I think he is one of the most hardest to face and shows heart and determination every time he steps in that ring. Darnell is going to add another championship to his resume

Griffin: And lastly, do you agree with any one of your friends

Matt: No actually, I believe in the current FWA champion. Rocky Creed will retain his title and he will move on to the next opponent. His tenure on Fight Night has turned him into one of the best in the business. If he doesn’t come out victorious, I’ll be shocked.

Griffin: Weakest link in the match?

Darnell: Bullseye Johnson. Otherwise known as ‘close but no cigar’

Matt: I was going to say Gabrielle but she has actually done something on Fight Night. So I change my mind, without a doubt it has to be Bullseye Johnson

Andre: Like my buddies I’m going to have to say Bullseye Johnson once again. My original thoughts were Andrew because of the fact that he’s in a singles match but Bullseye just doesn’t seem to have it in him for this one.

Griffin: Strong words, thanks gentleman, don’t drink and drive!

The fans scream into the camera before they walk away

Griffin: Well it looks like the FWA fans although different in opinions of who the winner is, all have one thing to agree on. Bullseye Johnson will be the weakest link in the Mile High match this Sunday.

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Bullseye exits out of FWA.com after watching the video of the fanfest on his laptop. He is in his hotel room as he gets off of the bed and looks off into the distance. He goes to the balcony of the room as he then takes a few moments to look outside and let the atmosphere sink in to his system. After a few moments pass he hears a knock on his door. He gets off of the balcony, back in the room, and towards the door. He opens it as two FWA crew workers come in with a camera.

Cameraman: You ready?

Bullseye: I don’t even know man, have you seen these videos on FWA.com

Cameraman: Nope, but from the tone of your voice I’m assuming it ain’t anything good for you.

Bullseye: You can say that, but let’s just do this. You came here to shoot a promo so lets shoot it.

Cameraman: Where do you want me to set up?

Bullseye: You’re fine right there.

Cameraman: Oh by the way, the regular narrator called in sick so we had to bring you this guy.

Bullseye: That’s cool, no problem

Cameraman: What are we calling this one?

Bullseye: I think I have the perfect title. See they always find something wrong. I’ve been putting up with their talk just way too long. I’m so sick of hiding what I want to express the most. So I think its time for us to have a toast.

Cameraman: Interesting so what should she shorten this title too

Bullseye: Simply this…lets have a toast.

Cameraman: Queue the scenery description

Let’s Have A Toast

The cameras open up to a beautiful hotel room. The balcony portrays a magnificent look at the city of Dallas as the inside of the room is filled with paintings and elegant furniture. On the beautiful sheets of the bed is Fight Night superstar Bullseye Johnson who is staying in the room for Mile High as most of the FWA superstars are scattered around the hotel. Bullseye gets off the bed and gets comfortable on one of the leather chairs featured in the room. He then takes a deep breath and looks at the camera

Bullseye: Before I start I just want to say a few words to all the FWA fans out there, something I want to get off my chest. I watched a video today on the FWA site and it was a live broadcast of the fan fest going on right now around Cowboys Stadium. Well first of all for those asking themselves why I’m not there right now; I’ll give you that answer. Before you jump to conclusions and call me a man that doesn’t care for the fans, let me tell you this. I’m not at the fan fest right now because apparently the fans don’t even care if I’m there or not. The video I watched had one of the FWA backstage interviewers going around and asking the fans who their pick is to win the Mile High match this Sunday. Out of all the fans he interviewed everyone got at least 1 pick to win, expect one. Do you want to know who that one was? It was me. Well at least I was voted something, according to those same fans I am unanimously the weakest link in the Mile High match. Thanks for all the support guys, I appreciate it.

However, for those who still believe in me and think I can win, I truthfully am grateful. It’s just I have come to terms with the fact that the fans are looking at me as weak, as helpless, and as a guy who will always be known for his biggest failures. Can you guys explain to me how I’m a failure if I’ve only lost one match since I came to the show? Please share, and not to mention last week I got a pinfall victory over Darnell Porter, one of my opponents in this match. SO HOW AM I THE WEAKEST LINK?!? That really just leaves me at a loss for words. I have done nothing but show appreciation to the fans and for all those who always had fate in me, giving up on me now, is just crushing. However now I know that just because the fans of the FWA universe lose faith in you, doesn’t mean you have to lose faith in yourself. I always take the hate I get and use it for my advantage. This time it may be kind of different because these fans don’t believe in me. They don’t think I can “handle” it or “last in the ring”. It is going to be so GREAT when I stand in that ring with that title around my waist. The roles will be reversed, the fans will be at a loss for words, and I will be laughing about it. I love the fans I really do but this match is going to show them that they don’t know a good wrestler when they see one. The factor in this match isn’t the fan base because every one of us 6 fighters have our fans. It will be every one to fend for themselves so all I have to do is worry about me!

Bullseye shakes his head for a few moments as he takes a sip of water and adjusts himself in the chair

Bullseye: It’s a cold world out there, where only the strong survive. I want to believe that I am one of those strong people because as the past has shown I have stepped up and taken on any challenge that has come my way. Whether victorious or defeated I keep my head up high. Some of the other guys in the locker room don’t have the same determination I have to win. They don’t have that motivation like I do. They think that their words are going to put me down. I want to show them that they are wrong and that I am going to prove them wrong. I admit it does get to me that they lost faith in me but the key is not to lose faith in myself. I did get thrown off by the fans reaction and I admit I am just sick of people not thinking that I have what it takes. WHAT DO I HAVE TO PROVE?! If I have to win the world title for people to accept the fact that I am one of the best fighters in the company than so be it, after this Sunday no one will have any criticism on me because I would have shut them up. Everyone has to take a stand some day. My stand is Sunday and I will walk out of Mile High with the championship.

All you have to do is look at my opponents in this match. It really is such a disadvantage if you think about it for the 5 other men I’m facing. All these guys have done so much for the FWA and I do have to give them my respect. However, respect is going to get you nowhere in this match in my book because I am going to beat them to a bloody pulp. It is going to be a massacre at my own hands. They don’t stand a chance when dealing with my anger. Some say I have issues, some say I can’t control my pain. They say I have anger management. Well if you want to believe that than all it does is intimidate my opponents even more. The 5 superstars I’m going against this Sunday have one thing in common. They all have a target on their back in my eyes. Some of them might be my friends and others might be my enemies but they all will be the same when I’m in that ring with them. I am sure since I got to Fight Night, heck way back when I got suspended on Crossfire, people changed their opinions about me. They thought I was a bad guy now and that I was selfish and inconsiderate. They called me greedy, pathetic, and down right a coward. The thing is though NO ONE could back up anything that they said about me and no one said it straight up to my face. I don’t care if you are going to hate on me but if you are don’t do it behind my back. Now that’s a real coward. Point is I don’t know how the fans thought I would be the weakest link in this match because my opponents aren’t much better.

Bullseye gets off of the chair as he goes to the table and pours himself a glass of water. He then leans against the table with the cup in his hand

Bullseye: I want to know what people see in these other 5 that they don’t in me. For example Andrew Johnson, who is a born tag team wrestler, fighting in a match on his own? I am going to make my first toast to the overrated fighters in the FWA. Andrew Johnson you best believe you are one of them. What have you done, hell, what has Aut Pat Aux Bellum done. Yes, they’ve had a reign that lasted more than a year but when you look at the details and who they beat in that span than all it is, is a phony championship reign. Andrew Johnson you are overrated on your own. You are going in to this Mile High match on your own without any good experience as a singles competitor. What makes you think you are going to do well in this match? What makes you think you are going to even have the slightest chance of winning? You Andrew, are the weakest link in this match, not me.

The term overrated can be said to those who can’t live up to the hype. There are plenty of overrated guys in that locker room whether singles or tag team competitors. I believe that there is a clear tag team in the FWA that can be called overrated. In my eyes Aut Pat Aux Bellum isn’t anything special and they haven’t done anything worthy of that title reign. You as a singles competitor, haven’t even done anything worthy of noting. Dan Ward has carried this tag team and everyone in that locker room knows it. Why you got in this match over him ceases to amaze me. You know deep down in that mind of yours that you have let down your tag team time and time again and you have that fear in your mind that you will suffer the same fate in this Mile High match. You will find a way to screw yourself over just like you’ve screwed APAB over. You are nothing more than a pawn in this match. Your slot was given to you because a 6th man needed to be in. You are a filler Andrew, an overrated filler who will cost himself the match and ruin his one shot at singles fame. After this do us all a favor and go back to your life as the second fiddle, the sidekick, the weak link to an already pathetic tag team.

Bullseye raises the cup in the air. He puts it back down and pours himself another glass. He then walks towards the balcony.

Bullseye: The wrestling business can do a lot of negative things to people. It can change them in a bad way and people turn out ugly. I have a feeling that some of the people in the FWA locker room are human beings who couldn’t give a damn about anything but themselves. We all are selfish at times but some are just jerks 24/7. How about we make this next toast out to the scumbags and all those assholes out there who make sure that they make a name for themselves as being the rudest and just downright obnoxious people in the business. Yes, I am talking about you Duke Drazin. Your time here in the FWA has been filled with nothing but bad in ring action and repetitive third person promos. What do you have other than your size? You’re just a slob out there who doesn’t even know how to wrestle. You haven’t done anything but piss people off and try to make a name for yourself by being an asshole about everything, using your size as an advantage and just making even the worst of wrestlers look like a world champion by just being in the same ring with them. You are just a downright selfless scumbag who thinks he has a chance of winning this match. You never have won anything fairly, all you do is rot the ring and you are damn good at it.

Remember almost 2 years ago, when you took me out before our North American title match, as well as the Carnal Contendership match. You blatantly wanted to injure me before our match. Not only is that a cowards way out but that is just being a real asshole. You Duke are the definition of that word in every single term. They say you have to have heart and passion when you are in that ring and you have neither. You are a soulless human being who shows no enthusiasm when he is in that ring. You dominate your matches, not with in ring ability, but your over powering size. The only reason you are a success in this company because you’re promos somehow entertain people. Don’t think you have a shot at winning this match Duke, you are going to be caught in the battle. You will be a casualty in this war Sunday. Your pathetic Duke and I don’t like talking badly about people but you are just downright one of the biggest scumbags I’ve ever met. I would wish you good luck Duke but you’re not worth my breath.

Bullseye enters the balcony area as he leans against the railing as he takes a moment to view the landscape of the beautiful Dallas area.

Bullseye:I have a pet peeve. A lot of athletes always use the term, ‘its not being cocky, its being confident’. The bottom line is if you speak highly of yourself and you consider yourself to be the best, you are downright being cocky. I admit that I can be cocky at times. This next toast will be going out to all those people in the FWA locker room that are a little too over confident and are just way too cocky. Gabrielle is one of those people and the fact of the matter is just because she can hold her own with the guys in the company she goes about it like she is the best. She believes that she can handle anything thrown at her and that she can win this match because she is that good. I hate to break it to you Gabby but the odds of you actually coming out and winning this match over 5 other powerful men are slim to none. What makes you think you’re that good?

It kind of is just really funny, downright hysterical. I don’t know why but it seems that a lot of women in that locker room wish they could be in your shoes, and I am sure that knowing that makes you must feel so powerful and on top. You are nothing more than a stepping stone in this match. You’re really nothing more than someone to overpower and take advantage of. You have a lot of gold in your resume and I respect that but no believe for one second you have what it takes. You’re not dealing with one competitor, you are dealing with 5. You won’t win, you can’t win, you shouldn’t even try. You don’t have the power to win this match. Look yourself in the mirror and see yourself for what you really are. An over confident, cocky, self-centered b*tch who thinks the world revolves around her. Everyone has flaws Gabrielle, you more than others. Who do you think you are? Do you believe you are going to be the next Jillian De Silva? If you do than you are just really giving yourself way too much credit. I don’t even think I’m going to notice you in this match, you are no threat, you’re just a small ant waiting to be stepped on. Don’t even bother showing up Sunday, you’ll save yourself a lot of embarrassment.

Bullseye gets off the railing of the balcony and sits down on the chair next to him as he looks up in the sky drinking his water.

Bullseye: I respect a lot of people in that locker room and I feel like I am close to a lot of guys back there. One of them is Darnell Porter. He has always been presumably a friend to me someone I feel I can rely on. However ever since I came to Fight Night he hasn’t even given the effort to try and approach me about how things are. We had our match recently, we shook hands and all but it didn’t feel the same. I want to make this next to toast to all the phonies in the FWA, the two faced guys in the locker room who can say one thing but do another. Listen Darnell I am not exactly calling you fake, but disrespecting me like that without even confronting me about it is just messed up man. You know we have a lot of history and you know that I have the worlds of respect for you, but this Sunday I don’t care who you are to me, and I don’t care if you’ve talked bad about me. All I know is you are going down my friend, and you are going to witness the damage I can do once I am really raged.

We’ve always had competitions between ourselves as to who the better man will be in this company. Clearly you have the upper hand with the World championship wins under your resume but head to head I am pretty sure I have the advantage. We may share wins and losses with one another but lately I’ve been getting the upper hand. You Darnell are showing signs of staleness and weakness. I plan on exposing it this Sunday at Mile High. You hide behind all those record deals, your celebrity status and your fame. The real Darnell behind those 300 dollar shades is a man who is scared as to what will happen to him when all of his success falls apart and runs out. What is going to happen Darnell when this Sunday you will lose the Mile High match and fall back into the rankings once again. I’m sorry Darnell but I’m afraid that your run is almost over. You have your chance at another World Title but I feel like you are going to blow it. Nothing personal but something tells me Darnell you’ll be caught off guard. I don’t mind if you think I’ve changed Darnell because once I beat you again this week than I will have the last laugh and the bottom line is as long as I beat you I will feel satisfied.

Bullseye gets off the chair and heads back inside the room. He closes the door and then heads back to the bed as he sits down and takes a breath.

Bullseye: I want to make this last toast special. There are a lot of words to describe our FWA world champion, Rocky Creed. He can be courageous, passionate, a man who will never give up, but most importantly he is an under achiever who somehow found success. This toast goes out to all the underachievers out there because they really make everyone else look like an idiot for trying. Creed has found himself in this match where him retaining the title is pretty much a 1 and 6 chance. He has to go through 5 other wrestlers who want to get that championship around their waist just as bad as he does. He wants to walk out of Dallas with his title in tact and that is going to be difficult. How has he gone through his career achieving success, no one may ever know. The bottom line is though he won that World title by being an under achiever and he is the man to beat this Sunday like it or not

You had a Television title reign that was far from impressive. You had that title for way too long and do you know why? There was no one to face you. Fight Night was lacking competitors and you just held on to the title merely by default. You undeservingly held on to the gold and you asserted the championship into upper midcard status and because of that you got a shot at that World title shortly after you lost the TV title. Let me ask you something Rocky, do you honestly believe you deserved to win that match? It was a triple threat where one of the men wasn’t even an actual wrestler. The other, Darnell, had a bad day and you took advantage of that. You walked out of that match with the gold, something you didn’t even deserve. Your pathetic title reign will end this Sunday however so you won’t have to cry yourself to sleep with the reality of being a bad champion now, because after Sunday you won’t be a champion period. You’re an under achiever who finds himself at the right place at the right time, that is all you will be remembered for. Your success is by chance and luck and I think its safe to say your luck has pretty much run out. There will be 5 other people gunning for you but I will be the one that will take that gold off your hands.

Bullsey puts the cup of water down as he looks around the room as he has a smile on his face.

Bullseye: Sunday is the make it or break it match of my career. This match means the world to me and is probably the biggest match of my career to date. I toast to the 5 other wrestlers in this match because I want to wish them luck, because god knows they are going to need every bit of it.

Bullseye lies down on the bed as he stares at the ceiling smirking to himself. The cameras zoom in on his face as they then fade to black

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Cameraman: And I think we can call that a wrap! Damn Bullseye I think you outdid yourself with this one

Bullseye: Heh! Thanks man, we’ll see what happens. Talk is cheap I need to bring it all to the table this Sunday.

Cameraman: Hey, want to go grab a drink or something?

Bullseye: You know I would any other day but I have to make a call. Ever since I got suspended the FWA management made me see a therapist. It sucks but I kind of feel like I can just talk about anything with him. I want to get some last minute advice

Cameraman: You do your thing than man, I’ll catch you later.

Bullseye: Thanks again.

The two FWA workers leave the hotel room as Bullseye closes the door and goes towards the desk as he grabs his cell phone. He dials a number as he sits on his bed and waits for his therapist to pick up

Therapist: Hello?

Bullseye: Hey Dr. Stevens, its Bullseye

Dr.Stevens: Oh, hey Bullseye I thought you were in Dallas?

Bullseye: Yeah I am, but I just needed to talk to someone to get some last minute advice before my match this Sunday

Dr.Stevens: Well what can I do for you?

Bullseye: I just wanted to ask you if you think I’ve shown improvement in that whole issue of self control.

Dr.Stevens: You have been my patient for about 4 months now and I believe in the fact that you always had that factor of motivation in you. You can do anything you put your mind to, you just can’t let it get the best of you. You let yourself get in the way of a close friendship you had. You’re self control couldn’t help but interfere in the relationship you had going with both Nemesis and Carmine. You have to learn that fame can bring out the ugliness in all of us. You have to control your destiny and you have to make sure that your mind is in the right place.

Bullseye: I don’t know I just feel like I have unresolved issues with myself.

Dr.Stevens: Everyone has their own issues and some stay unresolved. You have to learn how to fight through those issues and not let it get the best of you. I know that you love pointing out the flaws in others but I feel you never had a chance to look at the flaws in yourself. When you realize your mistakes than is when you will truly realize that not everyone is perfect. Friendships will always be ruined but you should never lower your self confidence or your self esteem. You have to keep your head high and keep moving forward. Criticism can be cruel but sometimes you have to accept as use it as a fluid to kick start your engine. You have to find yourself before you can call yourself a success.

Bullseye: I’ve been doing my best to stop myself from over reacting at the small things as well as putting myself before others. I have been hearing criticism all week, no one seems to believe I can actually win this match

Dr.Stevens: I’m not a wrestling expert but I do know this. At times it is ok to be selfish and focus on your own needs rather than others. However, you can’t let it corrupt you. Your motivation comes from your heart. Your passion comes from that wrestling ring. You can win this match as long as you believe you can. Before you can win a match like this the first thing you have to do is believe in yourself. That is the time where your confidence boosts into an attitude that doesn’t accept failure. The mind believes what you want it to believe. You are the creator of your own destiny and I feel like as long as you find the part of you that will get you back in gear, the part of you that will help you win, the part of you that will set your mind straight, you will find your way and you will find yourself victorious.

Bullseye: Thanks Doc, I really do appreciate this.

Dr. Stevens: Just remember Bullseye, blaming yourself will get you nowhere. Accept your faults and mistakes and move past them. Focus on the thing you want the most and for you I know it is winning. That is what you do best so go out there and do it!

Bullseye: I’ll do my best, cya later Doc.

Dr.Stevens: Good luck

Bullseye hangs up the phone as he takes a gasp of breath as he goes back outside of the room and to the balcony. He looks up in the sky as he closes his eyes and has a smile on his face.

Bullseye: It’s been a long time coming, but this Sunday my wait for the title is OVER.

[jabberwocky]

“You should have all seen the looks on your faces. That was priceless.”

We enter the scene with Ashley O’Ryan sitting behind a desk. It’s not quite clear at first where he is, but its fairly classy.

“Last week..oh that was so beautiful . Even I am amazed at how well that worked. I mean sure, Moira and Devin did lose, technically. But, hahaha oh bloody ‘ell the look on those Aut Pax Aut Bellum bastards… Not to mention the look on all you fans. This made this whole thing all worth it.
The quote unquote feuding with Devin, the public domestic battles with Moira, everything. All leading up to making you all look like the hopeless foolish fecking pathetic sheep that you are.
First off, Devin thank you. I couldn’t ‘ave picked a better man to get ‘mad at’ fer being with Moira. You played your role to a T. And Moira well, you know ‘ow I love you and keep that baby safe and sound.”

He picks framed picture off the desk and goes to kiss it but stops short. He stares at it puzzled.

“Denise Milani?”

He looks at the name on the desk. ‘Matthew Robinson-CEO’

“…I’m in the wrong room.”

Ashley gets up and starts heading down the hallway.

“Its funny, I’m not sure wot Robinson ‘as been up to lately. And Stallings ‘as all but left. So basically that leaves the lunatics in control.”

He thinks for a moment.

“Actually…maybe that leaves the more sane in control.”
Ashley laughs.

“Either way those idiots, lazy as they are, ‘ave allowed me to have an open challenge.”

He sighs as if memories are coming back.

“I don’t remember the last one. But ‘ell…I’m sure you will all remember this one.
Why, you ask? Because, every single damn one of you, is watching me roit now. I know it. You know it. You know because roit now I am one of the few, and I mean few interesting things in this feckin’ company. I am one of the few reasons for those sons-of-bitches in Dallas to buy tickets to actually walk into Cowboy Stadium . Lord knows that roit now they have NO reason to go there except to watch the Cowboys lose yet another game. Not that seeing that isn’t entertaining in its own little way. 1.3 billion dollars we spent Arlington. Well spent.”

We go right round the corner.

“Now…since I can’t be sure who I’ll be facing, this makes things interesting. Lucky for me old Matthew boy there ‘ad a list o’potentials in ‘is desk.”

He glances at the list and the excitement turns to boredom. He crumples the paper up and tosses it over his shoulder.

“Okay, maybe not so exciting. I mean I’ve been with this company for this long and those are the potentials? Some greenhorn with delusions of grandeur and some ‘dark mysterious’ wanker who probably can’t get it up without thinking about ‘is dead ex-love.

I can see the promos now. “Blah blah blah drunkard..blah blah blah Irish….blah blah blah alcohol…blah blah blah nothing to say.” Why? Because that’s all you fecks ever seem to ‘ave on me. I find that funny and depressing at the same time.
I mean, THIS is it? Christ…I don’t know wot to say. I mean I feel so conflicted. No wait, I fecking don’t because the real challenge is going to be ‘how do I keep this match alive and exciting with nobody exciting in the ring with me?’"

He pauses, thinking for a moment.

“Oh, wait…I’m doing this fer MY entertainment. Not yours.”
He pushes the camera out of the way and walks off.

[Killswitch]

Its’ All in The Cards:


The scene opens up and we see a poker table. There is a dealer and a couple other men at the table. One has his face down and he looks up and he is trying to read the other players. He takes a stack of chips and moves them forward. The man next to him folds and then the one next to the other man throws in the same amount of chips. Finally we see another man and the camera is interested in him. He looks at his cards and then quickly throws his head back down looking at his chips. He starts to play with them and he finally throws some in. The dealer then drops one card and flips three over. Ace of Spades, Queen of Hearts, King of Hearts. The man that started the action the first time puts some chips in. The next one follows and then the man that was last looks at the chips again but this time he doesn’t play with his chips he just starts to talk. You can see the other men around him are really mad that he is talking. We don’t know who this man is until he start to hear him talk and then you find out that it is none other than Andrew Johnson. Member of the Great Siege, and one half of the greatest tag team ever to grace the FWA ring.

Andrew: Poker, such a simple game isn’t?

The other men shake their heads and one of them just starts to pace around the room. He looks at the dealer trying to make him do something about this stalling but the dealer just shakes his head and smiles and you can see that it is none other than Dan Ward. The other half of the greatest tag team ever to grace the FWA ring.

Andrew: Now, boys this might take a while so you might want to get comfortable. In a couple days I have a huge match at Mile High where I can become the FWA Champion. To say the least it is the biggest match of my life and it is something that I am looking forward to. I might be one of those men in this match that has no shot, hell I am the HUGE dark horse and everyone knows it. Everyone knows that I haven’t had as much success as I have had in the tag team world. So people ask why the hell that I am in this match, and it is simple, because I have earned the shot. Finally, the FWA recognizes how good I am, yes it took my TWO years to finally get an FWA Title shot but now that I am here I am not going to let it slip away.

The man who started the action gets up and he walks away with the other man. Andrew looks out at the window and he can see that they are smoking now. He has time to let everything of his chest. He smiles at Dan and nods his head. Dan leaves and he comes back with the men and he throws them down at their seats.

Andrew: You guys should know that I love an audience so sit there and listen. Now, everyone in the world might be wondering why the hell am I in a poker room. Well it is simple cards can show you a lot of things if you look at them right. You can just get so much out of them and what they mean, and hell you can put people on them and talk about the people. Wow, I might have lost some of you on that but let me start and then you guys might get what I am throwing down. Now look at the first card the Ace of Spades. It is a simple card really one big spade right in the middle of the card. Now we all know it is the most famous card because everyone knows what it looks like. Now you might be asking who the hell the Ace of Spades is, and that answer it is simple it is Rocky Creed. You see the Ace of Spades is also known as the death card and that is the only way Creed one the FWA title. He had to wait for Matt Boudreau die to take the title. Creed, had many shots at the title before and he lost them, he wasn’t anything good he was a joke and he just had to wait and buy his time. Yes, it is smart the way he did it but that was banking on a lot. Creed, is the Ace of Spades but he is a damn weak one. He is someone that is going to lose the title just like that, but then again he is one of the FWA darlings. Why else would he have so many shots? Why else would he still be getting all of the publicity when he has done nothing in this run with the title? You see when you are the FWA Champion you are supposed to be bigger than life. But he has let it slip away, he really has it left his mark on the title. Yes, it would be hard to have your name left on that title when Matt Boudreau was a huge name. Creed, would have probably had to have a live sex celebration or something. Or hell kill Drew Jolson when he won the title to have his name bigger. So in other words the Ace of Spades in this game might be weak but he is the champion. So he does have the target on his back and every single person in this match is going to go after him. He is going to be the one person that everyone wants to hurt because well it is simple, he has something that we all want, and he is going to have to fight all of us off.

The men start to roll their eyes. One of them finally speaks up.

???: Can we get this game going or no?

Andrew: Calm down, you have all night. Now let’s look at the second card. Wow, a tough one, the Queen of Hearts. This is the one that is going to make me think, because the name that can be put on this card is one of my friends. A women that is a warrior with Dan and I. Gabrielle, someone that I really cannot speak ill of because it would hurt what we are trying to do here. When we started the Siege we wanted people who we could count on and one of those people was Gabby. We went to her as one of the first because we knew how good she was, hell that’s how we won the tag titles. Yes, Gabby was one of our enemies before, but hell she is a friend now. If I said I wouldn’t be happy if she won well I would be lying. It doesn’t matter who the hell wins between the two of us because that means the Great Siege wins and that is the best thing that could happen in this match. Gabby just like me had to wait for a long time before she got a shot at the title and that has to be one of the worst things I have seen in my life. She is talented and she is going to beat everyone in that match if she is able, and hell get it from me she is able. If I have to stop people from taking her out I am going to, if it costs me the match then so be it because we need the Siege to win this match to show people that we mean business.

Andrew nods his head and then looks at another card. Andrew smiles and begins to speak again.

Andrew: Well here we are the suicide king, the King of Hearts. Darnell Porter, must be on the verge of it by now. He has had a tough few months, he faced Creed and he lost the title and then all of the sudden he was sick and that is what he blamed for losing to Creed. Then he comes back and he gets a stupid thing over his head where he can’t have sex anymore or something. Yes, I know it is lame but it is something that he has to deal with. Now Porter might be one of the most disappointing people ever to grace the FWA ring. He has been a World Champion before but he messed it up and now he is known as one of the worst ever. Porter, should have been someone we talk about how good he is but we don’t. We talk about how he has disappointed everyone. That’s why he is the suicide king. Look at that king he has disappointed people as well because he took the easy way out, and that is what Porter has done many times before. Porter is now the walking punch line of the FWA, sometimes he shows up other times he just doesn’t. So you never know what you are going to get from him he could be good he could be a joke. Either way Porter is going to go down at Mile High, why? Because he can’t be trusted he would be a bad champion just like Rocky Creed is. Porter wouldn’t do anything for the title and he would probably lose is it in a week anyways.

Andrew nods his head and Dan finally flips another card and it is a Jack of Clubs. The first man puts money in and the next one does as well. Andrew of course puts money in and he looks the Jack and smiles and he begins to speak.

Andrew: Well we all know where this is going. Duke Drazin the Jack of the FWA. The man that is so close at being a champion but he always falls. He has a huge entourage why? I am not sure, I guess because it makes him feel better to be around a lot of misfits. I have faced Duke before and well he is nothing special because well I have beaten him and he has beaten me. So it seems like we both have each other’s numbers. Duke is good but he will never hold the FWA title because he is simply not good enough. People get bored with him because all of his jokes are the same. He never changes and he won’t change, his entourage is holding him down and he just can’t feel it. Yes, he beat Kennedy but you know what that is fine, because at Mile High it is more important and Duke is not going to win the title. If I had to make a choice out of everyone in this match, Duke would be the last one I want to hold the title because it would just be made a mockery of. He had so many shots against Boudreau and he failed them all and what makes this any different? He has a problem with the Siege because he didn’t think of it and we didn’t include him in it. People ask me sometimes why I didn’t offer my hand to Duke and it is simple. The FWA has given him shots over and over again even though he screws them up time after time. Duke, is someone that needs to be taken out of the FWA because it is nothing but a shame to see him in a title match that he has no reason to be in, just because the FWA is scared of him.

Dan flips the last card over and it is the Deuce of Clubs. Andrew laughs as the other men look at him. They put their money in followed by Andrew. They flip their cards over and wait for Andrew but he shakes his head.

Andrew: Really a Deuce? Bullseye Johnson, the HUGE DARLING OF THE FWA! THE MAN THAT ENTERS FIGHT NIGHT AND GETS A TITLE SHOT! That is something that should have not happened, and that is something that needs to change. The FWA needs to stop catering to people like Bullseye. Yes, he comes out to the ring and gets in love with the fans, but doesn’t it seem a little overdone? Bullseye always talks about how he has been down and out, but seriously how has he been down and out? Yes, Nemesis kicked his ass so bad he had to leave CrossFire and leave with his tail in between his legs. Bullseye is everything that we want to change in the FWA. We don’t want people like him around because he gets everything that he wants. Why? Because the FWA has a love affair with him for some reason. Bullseye will always ride on the coattails of the FWA because that is what he is used to and he will use the FWA as much as he can for as long as he can and that sickens me to no end. Bullseye will try his hardest at Mile High because he always does but it is not going to be good enough, he will fall short yet again but don’t worry he will get another shot down the line because that is what the FWA wants and what they want is what they get.

Andrew looks at the cards that the other men have flipped over. The first has JA, Andrew nods his head, and the next one has a K10. Andrew laughs and then he flips his cards over. The men look at them and get pissed off. The cards read Joker, Joker. He smiles and the men run at him but Andrew takes both of them out and throws them out of the room with Dan’s help.

Andrew: Jokers, that’s me. I am a wild and everyone knows it. Everyone knows that I am in this match and I might not win but hell why not give it a damn shot. Look, Mile High is going to be huge not just for me but the FWA. Everyone wants the title, everyone wants to make a change to the FWA and that is what I am going to do. The people that I face tonight are all good, but they might have forgotten about me because I am just a tag team wrestler. Well so be it, because that way it gives me that underdog mentality. I am going to make it work as well because I am the Joker and I am going to prove it tonight. I am going out there and I am going to take that title home. That title is going to be mine and I am going to make a huge CHANGE to the FWA. A change that people would never think of because it is my time. Bullseye, Duke, Darnell, Rocky their time is done. Gabby’s and mine is about to start because we ARE THE GREAT SIEGE, AND WE ARE ABOUT TO TAKE OVER. Why? Because we are truly greatness and we are about to PASS…YOU…BY!

Andrew goes to the table and grabs the two jokers. He puts them in his boots and walks out of the room. Two cards then fall out of his pocket and they are both Aces. Dan smiles and looks at the cards on the ground.

Dan: Wow, I guess I don’t have to cheat for him to win.

[Dr Nash]

(oc:Cameron Cross Sent his Promo in Via E-mail to Fwaceo account)


Scene I- Crossfire 7-17-2010
Cameron Cross and 'The Phoenix' Michael Servin are celebrating their Tag Team victory over Alexx and Draven St. Germaine. while in the ring, Cross spots Alexx rolling out of the ring and getting handed his X-Division Championship Belt. Cross is deadfast staring at the gold title belt. While the crowd all around is buzzing, Cross's mind is elsewhere...
"I've GOT to get myself involved somehow for that title. Soon...very soon, he and I will be much more of one another. Very....soon indeed."
Cross smirks to himself and continues to bask in the glow of this victory as he climbs out of the ring, arms raised in salute of the crowd, and makes his way towards the back...

End Scene I

Scene II-

Alexx was planing to end this before Cross got up because he got XXX up and he ran towards the ropes, but as he bounced back XXX had gone down to the floor, so Alexx had to hop over him, XXX got up and Alexx bounced back, he showed great skill as he jumped over XXX, but when he bounced right back he met XXX's Loaded Elbow! Alexx went down to the floor, but he got pulled from behind with a Belly to back suplex from Cross who just got up! XXX quickly got up but only to be met by a dropkick courtesy of Cameron Cross, Cross was on fire now! XXX got up and threw a punch to Cross but Cross grabbed it and threw him towards the corner, he ran towards XXX. XXX moved out of the way but this was what Cross wanted, Cross jumped up and XXX ran towards him, he got close and Cross kicked his face. Cameron had a smile on his face as he soared through the sky and hit him with a missile dropkick, XXX fell down to the floor. The crowd was on their feet as XXX was getting up and Cross signaled for the StarCrossed but as XXX got up Alexx ran and hit Cross with a huge boot on the side of the head, Cameron Cross fell out of the ring and as XXX was groggy, Alexx ran and rolled him up by the back, the ref started counting and Alexx grabbed his tights, but the ref didn't notice, Cross got up but it was already too late, the ref had counted to three. Alexx got up, grinning as Cross lowered his head, defeated.
Winner and STILL X Division Champion: Alexx via pinfall

Cameron rolls Alexx into the ring and lands a violent double arm DDT and then covers, hoping for the first title of his career.
(.................one
..................two
..................th...Sh oulder Up!)
Cameron irish whips Alexx into the ropes but Alexx grabs the ropes and Cross charges, but Alexx kicks him in the stomach and then lands "Nose Job" diving bulldog. Alexx hooks both legs for a pinfall.....but NO! Cameron kicks out at 2.5
Then a headlock and swings Cross' head into the mat for "Alexcitement". The champion is gaining steam, but the blood is now building above the eye. Alexx grabs Cross and irish whips him into the ropes, but Cameron Cross lands a flying crossbody. Alexx turns it into some sort of pinfall though!
(...............1........ ...........2..........NO! !!)
Both rise to their feet and they both land clothesline simultaneously!!! The crowd is buzzing now as both lay on the mat. The referee counts....1.......2...... 3......4......5......6... ...7......8.....9....Cros s lays a arm over Alexx's shoulder.
(...............1........ ............2............ .....Shoulder up!!)
groans from the fans. Cameron pulls himself up, sweat coming to the forehead. He grabs Alexx and hits a Russian leg sweep. Cameron is closing in on a finishing move it seems. He catches his breath as he leans over the turnbuckle. Alexx lays on the mat motionless. Cameron could pin him now and maybe win the match, but he pulls Alexx up by the neck and goes for "Starcrossed"!!! Alexx counters into some sort of Reverse DDT planting his challenger into the mat. The champ then goes to the turnbuckle and lands a split-legged moonsault on Cross....the A-Sault! Alexx goes for the win here.
Crowd: One............Two....... ...Three...OOOOH!!!
Somehow Cross got a shoulder up at the very last second!!! The match continues. Alexx is furious that the ref didn't come down with a hand for the three count. Alexx grabs Cross right leg and locks in a boston crab single leg called "Not Sexy". Cameron gets his arms up and refuses to let Alexx step on them. Cross reaches for the ropes and Alexx tries to pull Cross into the center of the ring, but Cameron turns onto his back and kicks Alexx away. Cameron gets up quickly and then hits a sudden spinebuster!!!!! Cameron covers Alexx, the far leg.
(...................1.... ...................2..... .................NO!!!!)
Cameron Cross goes to the top turnbuckle, ready to fly and leaps off at Alexx, who lands a kick into the stomach and then hits "Sexxy Talk" Falling bulldog!!!!!!! One of his finishing moves! He rests for a few seconds and then covers, laying across the chest, and not hooking either leg.
(.....................ONE
......................TWO
......................THR EE.....NO! NO! NO! KICKOUT!!!)
Cameron Cross somehow kicked out. Alexx looks on in disbelief. He pulls Cameron to his feet, but Cameron counters with "Star Crossed"!!!!!! The finishing move! HOLY SHIT!!! Cameron did it!! But he can't get a cover immediately. He lays there for a few seconds and the strength and energy to hit the maneuver. he rolls onto his stomach and then lays one arm across Alexx.
(.................1...... ...............2......... .......NO!!!)
What a match. one for the ages in the X-Division's history. Alexx isn’t moving right away and Cameron thought that would be it. He grabs Alexx and sets up for a second "Starcrossed", but Alexx counters with the "Alexplosion" after shoving Cameron away and hitting the move when he turns around unsuspectingly. Alexx kneeling, lays atop Cameron with blood now all over his forehead and a few spots in the ring.
(................1....... .............2........... ............3)
Winner and STILL X-Division Champion: Alexx

Now you look around and see the large 180 foot wide HD screen, you see yourself inside the Cage...you're lying on your back...your pain throbbing and screaming in every nook of your body. Your muscles spasms grow more frequent. You look to see your adversary at the top of the ladder...reaching and wincing in his own pain, he gets the belt...the crowd is now shouting it's encouragements to you to get up one last time, the clock begins to count from 30....He slowly saunters down from the ladder...20 seconds....He is walking right towards you as you are directly between him and the cage door....15 seconds....he has a slight grin on his face as he comes crashing down on your head with the title belt at the 10 second mark....as you slowly regain total eyesight, and the blurred vision becomes crystal clear, the ringing in your ears has stopped you hear "Not myself tonight" by Christina Aguilera and your eyes look on in horror as you see your battered adversary outside of the Cage, hoisting the X-Division Championship in victory over you...yet again...and now it's over...you know you can no longer challenge him...his reign over the once promising division now seems on a path of eternal exsistence. You are on your knees, you run your hands thru your hair in frustration, and when you bring your hands to your face...you see hair resting limp in your hands...that's when you look up...and now the entire crowd is now 70,000 Impersonators of the very same opponent...all looking at you with that grin...that cocky grin with that title belt resting on his shoulders. You begin to feel trapped...your mind is racing and it's betraying you further by the second. You almost want to scream...

.

You wake up...cold sweat rampant and sending shivers all over...you look at the alarm clock, it's 1:22am. You attempt to regain your bearings, you finally remember after what seems like an eternity that you're at a Courtyard by Marriot hotel in Arlington Texas across the highway from Cowboys Stadium. You get up...you start sifting through your gym bag, until you hear a faint rattling sound. Your hand emerges with a small orange medicine bottle. You walk towards the bathroom, when you flip on the lightswitch you can't help but look at the reflection, the violent bloodshot eyes staring back at you. You turn the sink on, water running, you reach for a plastic cup besides the basin, you fill it halfway, open up the bottle and notice that there are only two remaining. You slightly sigh, wondering how much worse this can get since you've gone not even ten days with the prescription. You take one pill and dump it into the palm of your hand, the last one remaining in the bottle bouncing all over the bottom of the container. You take a deep breath as you thrust the pill into your mouth and wash it down with the water. You groan as the chalk-like aftertaste is prevalent. You walk slowly and methodically back to your bed, you glance at the clock, it's 1:28am now. You set the bottle labeled "Ambien" down on the desk beside the clock. As you close your eyes and watch the squiggly lines bounce around the back of your eyelids, one thought remains embedded in you as you fade to sleep...that image of your opposition, and that grin....you tell yourself..(Blue) "It was only a dream just don't let it become your inevitable reality."

End Scene

Scene III- Parking lot between Cowboys Stadium and the Ballpark in Arlington.

A low hum rips through the still, warm, Texas air, the camera cuts to see the source of that hum, it's a golf cart rapidly approaching and the driver is none other than Cameron Cross. Cross skids the cart to a sudden and brief halt. He gets out and pans the scenery. It's 12:30pm and no one is around...the lot is empty...leaving just Cross to his own thoughts...and of course..the cameraman to film. Cross keep panning around the massive new age cathedrals that is part of the Dallas sports scenery...

CC- Beautiful. Magnificent. Young and vibrant. Up and coming. Such words have been used to describe the fair city of Arlington. And why not? So much in the sporting and entertainment world has or will flock here to this place snuggled between Dallas and Fort Worth....The World Series just wrapped not even a stone's throw from where I stand now, U2 concerts, Manny Pacquiao fights, next year Super Bowl XLV and tonight...FWA's Mile High right over there in "Jerry's World". It's quite appropriate in a city described by these monikers, that my career has reached it's crossroads here....it's quite simple...I either come through...or I don't. I have none to blame but myself...I wasn't required to put myself in this position...but I HAD to...in order to find out once and for all...whether or not...I'm capable of being great...of being called...Champion. I believe and know in my heart of hearts...that I can do it...I've strived for this...yet...each time I've had it right there in front of me...it's slipped my grasp. Now I've put the onus on myself...this is me giving myself one final shot...one last chance....and it IS my last chance because the X-Division is down to just two...Me and you Alexx. This is also me giving you your shot at what I know you want the most...you want the record for longest reigning X-Division Champion...you want that label to stay with you...and tonight is your chance..I'm all that's left standing in your way between you and your ego being fed it's greatest meal. Alexx...I've said all I've needed to say about you the last few months..but I know now...that your statements about me...not even you take seriously...you've taken statements I've made towards one boring opponent who I've left still eating my dust...and tried to use them against me. But Alexx, see...I'm of the mindset that "imitation is the most sincere form of flattery". So Alexx...I am flattered...but no matter...the task is still at hand tonight. Alexx...you know what you want...you know what I strive for....the division is yours for the ultimate crowning achievement tonight...because you and I both know that XXX isn't gonna pose a threat unless you're in a "Last Man Stays Awake" match, that "Drunken Sailor" is too damn busy sucking brewski and shots down his gullet, and Chicken is busy being served as an Extra Crispy value meal courtesy of one Jack Severino. So Alexx...tonight...the Final battle of "Ego vs. Promising youth" is upon us. Tonight Alexx...I have every intention of finally fulfilling that promise...well on the way to being named "FWA Rookie of the Year" and walking out of this encounter tonight the New X-Division Champion...you've stalled my dreams long enough Alexx...now I'm taking your ego down to a crash landing into reality. My suffering and insanity have reached their Zenith...now...I'm passing it onto you. Tonight Alexx...my agony...my nightmares...become your Inevitable Reality!"

Cross gets back in the golf cart and flings the little vehicle around and heads back into the distance...the hum fading..as he nears the large glass entrance to his final dance with his adversary.

End

[Dr Nash]

Cameras are rolling as we are far from the dawn as we are at dusk. The sun slowly comes down with a reddish glow. The night sky isn’t too far behind from arriving. The blue sky is soon to fade away until tomorrow. We see a blackened ground with a orange to brown leaves on the ground from two cedar tree not too far from the leaves have fallen. The cedar trees are barren with no a single leave hanging from its branches. A cold breeze is in the air. We see an old cabin only thirty feet away from one of the cedar trees. The cabin is a faded brown with a tin roof with signs of oxidizing happening. There is one window facing outward as there is not a single sign of light inside the cabin. The windowsill has a web or two on it with a spider getting back on its web as insect has gotten stuck on the web. The insect struggles as the web vibrates as the spider prepare to feast upon the insect. Suddenly the glass window for the cabin shatters into a billion of pieces on the ground. We here footsteps from inside as the door creaks open slowly. The figure is wearing black leather pants along with black leather jacket unbuttoned with no shirt underneath. His right hand is busted opens as blood is flowing out as we see a few bits on broken glass in his right hand. His head is tilted down. He has long brown hair. Suddenly he speaks in all too familiar tone of voice as cold breeze becomes the wind as it starts to blow heavily.


‘ Frozen in iniquity
A passion for awe in an age of grief
His wealth and power led him on
To the tainted gates of Babylon

Born beneath the howling stars
In a shower of golden Lys
A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth
Torn between extremes of faith
The pious and the priests
He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat

Far from fairytale
The coffin and the nail
Descending to the pale
Under the spell
Of alchemists who failed
To clench the menstrual grail
In a drench of red regaled
He was shat out of Hell’


• The man tilts his head up as his pure white eye and light blue stare at the camera as his thick beard sways a little from the wind. It is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. Stu smirks as he begins to start talking towards the camera.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I do almost have similarities to one Gilles de Rais. We both were driven mad over the loss of someone we cared deeply about. For him it was Joan of Arc. He did not witness her burned alive rather he would dare not witness her destruction. Slowly he became withdrawn as he left the military and pursed his own personal interests to stop his vast fortune from dwindling. The heart break and being damned to leave his home weighed heavily upon him. Driving him to madness with the kidnapping and slaughtering of the young ones. He was soon captured brought to trial. Then shortly thereafter was executed for what had done. I have a ‘higher standard’ then Gilles de Rais for what he did because that is something I wouldn’t do. Everything around him was self destructing. His parents gone, his fortunate dwindling, relatives failing him when he needed them and of course losing what he considered his soul mate in Joan of Arc. I survived that with my parents forcing me away. Finding what it meant to feel...[*Stu pauses*] human through Jenny Ignito. Until she crushed whatever [*Stu steps and crushes the shattered glass*] pieces of my heart left. Till that point had my dark passenger under wraps and under control. It all came crumbling down around me. Losing the FWA World Heavyweight title and not granted a rematch to reclaim the ‘fortune’ I fought so long for. I was forced into a mental institution by the FWA for my own safety. [*Stu chuckles*] When the real reason was for their own safety. I returned but all was not right with myself as I stated on many occasions. I became stronger until a skeleton came of my closet if you would exposing something I never knew I had. A child...a son... Micah with [*Stu pauses*] Jenny Ignito. It’s almost like Jenny was trying to make me self-destruct and face the wrath of being captured and be held accountable for my crimes. Then be executed just like Giles de Rais was but without any controversies thereafter. The only lingering question would was the way I was executed match up with my crimes I have committed.

• Stu closes his eyes briefly as he blinks his eyes open up as he glances up at the soon to be night sky then back at the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Already felt one loss as my brother is no longer by my side. Wolf was taken away and committed away leaving me all alone. I have survived on my own before but I have this new fond bond formed with Wolf forming several months back. I know I will be fine it is more of will I see him again. My only flesh and blood is taken away. The FWA has had it out for me. They are treating me like this unwanted child despite what I have done for them. It is almost as if someone brighter has taken the FWA fancy if you would. I set the standard with the FWA World Heavyweight title and help revolution Crossfire since its inception two years ago. I still blaze that trail I light long ago. They look down on me along with the rest of the people out there. They look down on me because of the way I look with long brown hair and thick beard. Not to mention my pure white eye glaring back at them. [*Camera zooms into Stu’s white eye then zooms back out*] Along with the fact I have a ‘different train of thought’ and my general outlook on life if different then everyone else. I know I’m a misfit in the eyes of many along because of my past. But the FWA and the people look at someone who has this perfect image about him. He is a young upstart wrestler who has made his presence known since debuting in FWA two years ago. He is cheered, he is loved and I must say idolized by fans alike. Has the record for longest reigning FWA X Division. Current one half of the Crossfire Tag Team Champions. He has it all and FWA sees that. They want ‘The Golden One’ Devin Golden to be their World Heavyweight Champion. He is a standout wrestler. Hell of a talent and this never say die attitude about him. Very captivating.


• Stu closes his eyes as the cold wind blows through his hair. The door for the cabins creeks as the wind moves it back and forth. Stu open his eyes as a sickened look in upon his face.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Golden has been impressive by defeating soon to be FWA World Heavyweight Champion Nemesis just before Back in Business V. Golden is like the underdog in most situation but goes beyond limitations to be victorious. He is a man who uses high risk and gets great outcomes. He may gamble every time he does a high risk move but he is smart about it. Golden is the future without any questions by anyone. Even I will admit he is the future of FWA. He has a destiny he must fulfill and that is become FWA World Heavyweight Champion. In order to that he must dethrone me and I’m not going to let that happen. Golden has played several good hands leading to this point. He has not slipped yet and I don’t see him slipping up. Especially given that magnitude of this opportunity he has that stands before him. I have made people in the past make a simple mistake and take complete control right afterwards. It’s all about picking the right moment. But picking a right moment Golden has already done that. Golden was smart enough to ‘whisper’ into Crossfire General Manager about the type of match he wanted. Golden is no idiot and he knew he had to make this tremendous opportunity in his favor. All I was told was it was simple contract signing with no strings attached. I will admit he got me there. He has his World Title shot in a Taipei Death Match. Golden has competed in so many of these matches I have lost count. Ninety Nine percent of those matches he won. He has me in his element that he feels quite comfortable in. I have been in steel cage matches, trial by fire matches, chain matches, no holds barred matches and even a stairway to hell match. I have yet to be in a single Taipei Death match in my life time.


• Stu smiles unpleasantly as he clenches his right fist that is cut up that has broken glass shards stuck in it. Camera zooms in as blood continues to pour out quicker with Stu clenching his right hand.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I don’t have a problem taping up my fists and then covering them in super glue. Then sticking them into broken glass, My history speaks for itself. I am the most sadistic man in the history of FWA. There is no line I will not cross to get what I want. What gets me is everyone thinks you, Golden have an edge on me just because of this match. Everyone thinks I will be in fear because of Taipei Death Match. [*Stu chuckles*] To be quite honest it is the complete opposite. I get off on hurting people and making them bleed. Hearing their screams of pure fear is what I love to hear. All you done Golden is given me the perfect opportunity to show the world HOW MUCH OF A SADISTIC MONSTER I CAN BE WITH BROKEN GLASS. You will have some many cuts when I dig those glass shards into head, your arms, your legs, your stomach and of course your back. I can already hear the screaming from you Golden as I torture with the broken glass. It’s going to be delightful as I won’t just be defending my World Heavyweight Title. I will be reinforcing the world in front of millions upon millions how sadistic I can truly be. You see Golden and viewers alike being crazy is what has kept me from going insane. This Taipei Death Match is making me cross that boundary into being insane. Golden’s career won’t be too golden that night. Rather bloody and gory. The only thing he will remember about Mile High 2010 Dallas Texas is how he used his American Express Card to get air miles when he goes to the hospital that very night.


• Stu smirks as he unclenches his right hand. The hand is covered in blood. The cold wind blows as the door creeks from it blowing against it. The leaves of the ground move from the wind blowing.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: What you seem to forget Golden is who I am and what I capable of doing. You may have put me down as Crossfire saying on the lines leaving me in the past. There is an old saying that goes those who don’t study history are destined to repeat it. Everyone who has every faced me Golden thought they studied me well. So they would understand me and what to expect. There is not a soul alive who truly understands me. Jack is absent while my own flesh and blood Wolf is far gone. When they think they have me down to a science if you will I prove to them time and time again is I’m not all black and white. I’m not that easy to understand. If someone did understand it would be considered an achievement, a breakthrough even. Golden I already have planed what I’m going to do to you. Yes there will be blood and screams but what you don’t know is how long I’m going to torture you for. It could be a minute or it could be ten minutes or it could be HOWEVER LONG I WANT IT TO GO! It’s all about how I’m feeling. You are most likely asking me how I’m feeling right now. I feel bitter and cold right now not just from my situation. Rather from The FWA pushing me aside like yesterday’s garbage with everything I have done for them. It is ungrateful and they wonder why I’m so bitter. Look Golden I’m not jealous of your success or being a hell of wrestler. I don’t like how I have been treated by the FWA. I’m going to dig a little here Golden. Who the hell do you think you are? Going after a married a women causing a wedge between them. You’re making someone miserable just for the sake of your happiness. That isn’t something people would except from you. They would except that from someone like me perhaps. I have no love loss for Ashley O’Ryan rather you pushed to brink of insanity. I caused that to me two years ago but I did it for pure amusement. You did for pure ‘gain.’


• Stu chuckles as he takes a few steps forward stopping in front of the cedar tree. The cold wind blows as they leaves scatter that much more.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Yet you’re suppose to poster boy or this company. How can this be? It is almost there is more to this than we know. Something is off and Crossfire this past week confirmed that. I’m not sure what it could be. As one sign points to sex. Another sign points to saving Mora from the hands of a drunken madman. Another sign to an alterative motive that even I can’t pinpoint. All I know is your not given the credit of how crafty you can be. You did after all set me up in a Taipei Death match. You may have outsmarted me on that one occasion but there is still the moment of truth or judgement if you would. Anything that can happen will happen because of how sick and twist I truly am. I am far from being redeemable. Golden you’re already walking down a path I once walked down so long ago. You have this dark cloud slowly forming after what you did to Ashley O’Ryan to get Moira. Do you really want to carry the seeds of evil and deception. Everyone dating to beginning of time have and they [*Stu snickers then smirks*] BECOME TAINTED. A FORMER SHADOW OF THEMSELVES if you would. Do you really want that Golden? Do you really want to be like me? I am everything you stand against and there is no honour in what I do. All there is PURE DAMNATION FOR ETERNITY! Run now Golden get off this path you are on before all is lost for you. I’m not talking about straying from the path of light but rather straying from the path of darkness and uncertainty. THIS ISN’T WHATEVER REMENANTS OF MY SANITY OR WHATEVER GOOD I HAVE LEFT IN ME TALKING HERE. [*Stu lowers his side a bit to the side as he laughs demonically while his eyes are shut. He strokes both his hand through his long brown hair. He opens his eyes as continues talking*] THIS IS SOMEONE WHO HAS FALLEN AND WILL BE FOREVER DAMNED TALKING TO YOU. My words are not to be ignored or discarded because of who I am. Everything I have said it always accurate.


• A crow perches down on a branch of the cedar tree near Stu. Stu feels the trunk of the tree and closes his eyes then stares back at the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I am hollow Golden and I don’t feel a single thing except what pain agony which is common knowledge. You still vast in your emotions as I can see the fiery courage and blazing desire inside of you. No sign of fear or second thoughts going through your head. It would be safe to say you have your head on straight for this one. There is no turning back now as this is everything you ever worked for coming to fruition. You got nothing holding you back and just have one thing stopping you. THAT WOULD BE I. I’m not going to let you take this FWA World Heavyweight Title from me nor defeat. I REFUSE TO BE STOPED BY ANYONE BECAUSE MY TIME OF JUDGEMENT IS FAR FROM HAPPENING. I’M NOT GOING TO BE BROUGHT DOWN BY WARRIORS AND NOT EVEN YOU GOLDEN. The only death that will happen in that match is a death of a dream... your dream Golden. In closing just a reminder serial killers mellow out through the years... [*Stu pauses as he smirks*] but I’m far from mellowing out. See you in Dallas Texas Golden.


• Stu spreads his arm to the side. As the cold wind finally blows hard enough to shut the door for the cabin. The leaves on the ground continue scatter on the ground from the wind blowing as the crow starts cawing.


End of Scene

[iMatt]

Inside Cowboy's Stadium...

The roaring sold out crowd is a buzz ready for this show to start. Thus far the dark matches have been pretty interesting. Then suddenly "The Orange Man" plays over the stadium sized loudspeakers and the crowd of mostly Texans begins to boo. Thomas Princeton accompanied by his Yes Men then enters wearing his business attire and an American flag colored tie. The North American title firmly around his waist as he walks down the entrance ramp and climbs into the ring with his Yes Men flanking him. The crowd continues to boo him as he is handed a microphone and begins to speak.

Tom: Hello my subordinates!

Heavy boos from the crowd.

Tom: It is so great to be here in the future spot of this year's Superbowl! You all should really give yourselves a hand for getting that. And if the Dallas Cowboys act now they can still make it to the superbowl, buy buying some left over nosebleed seats!

The crowd boos the bashing of their home team.

Tom: Oh, you are going to hear much more of that subordinates. Because you see tonight isn't just the spot of this season's superbowl, it is also the spot where I will finally show the world how vastly superior I am to Carmine "Grim" Reaper when he challenges me tonight for the North American title! I know Carmine is drooling because I have yet to beat him one on one he thinks that means a whole bunch when a title is on the line. He forgets the level that most competitors rise to once you begin to play for all the marbles! Carmine underestimates my abilities and overestimates his own. What he has experienced these past few weeks has been nothing short of luck. Luck can be cruel, because luck can give hope, luck can bring delusional optimism. For example the Dallas Cowboys got lucky when they won early on in the season, everyone thought they were bouncing back. That they were still going to have a good season, but no....it was just luck and it created a ridiculous sense of optimism here in Texas. But eventually that luck runs out and then reality sinks in like a brick being tossed into the ocean. Carmine feels that he is the man to beat me, and that's cute. But he fails to realize that like Wade Phillips his few moments of competency and good fortune are only delaying the inevitable. That in the end much like the owner of this sub-par franchise that eventually you have to let someone go. In my face instead of firing Carmine I can just lock him into the Two Weeks Notice....hey that's more time than Phillips got!

Jeers from the crowd. Thomas just grins and continues to speak.

Tom: Its a funny thing this North American title. It gives me strength, it gives me fulfillment. It gave me all the reason in the world to march on and finally flex my dominance on CrossFire. While sometimes my attention has been diverted to training my Yes Men overall I think I've been a rather splendid champion. I certainly have much more finesse and candor than that brute Adrian Wolf. And let's be honest here, Carmine Reaper has never proven to anyone to be particularly interesting or engaging as champ. I'm sure everyone remembers his snoozefest of a title run with Bullseye Johnson a while back. As I said back then Carmine is the weak link, and now Nemesis is a former world champion, Bullseye is in the main event of Mile High fighting for his world title and poor ol' Carmine has nothing to show for it all. Except the near flat chested and flat asses Katie Lynn Goldsmith, so congratulations with that! I don't mean to insult her too much Carmine, I am sure she is very well developed in comparison to middle schoolers.

Boos from the men in the crowd who like Carmine or have a crush on Katie.

Tom: You see in a match like this its all about streaks, in Carmine's case he wants to continue the streak of beating me in singles matches. From my end I want to end his streak. Its very cut and dry in this sense. Carmine will put everything he has into defeating me, but he should also realize that I will put everything into defeating him. And when I'm on my "A" game Carmine's best isn't enough for a near fall against me! Do not let his scattered moments of grandeur fool you everyone. This man is nothing more than a Tony Romo!

Stirring anger from the crowd as they know Tom is about to insult Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo.

Tom: You see Romo is young, the women love him and he's had some success early on his career. The same could be said about Carmine Reaper. But you see much like Romo he's about to run into a wall, and that wall is me! Carmine has no idea what he is getting himself into tonight when he takes me on. He has no idea! There will be no mercy, no second chances, if he makes a mistake I will capitalize on it and destroy every bit of pride he has left in his soul! And when I hit him with that BTY Clothesline I'll break his collarbone just like Tony Romo's!

Heavy boos and jeers from the crowd of people. Tom just smiles then nods to Dimitri one of his Yes Men. Dimitri blows a whistle and then the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders rush out, this gets a light pop from the male crowd. Then rush out, but something is off they don't look like the regular squad. They begin to dance and cheer.

Cheerleaders: Thomas, Thomas, he's our man! If he can't do it no one can! Give a T-H-O-M-A-S! What does that spell?....Thomas!

The cheerleaders rip off their uniforms and reveal they are actually the Washington Redskins Cheerleaders! Dallas's rivals! The crowd explodes into a high pitched barrage of jeers, boos and curse words. The stadium is literally shaking from the angry fans. The cheer squad huddles around Tom and begin to dance some more.

Tom: Carmine Reaper, will have no chance of defeating me here tonight. I will be leaving this over glorified practice field with the North American title and Carmine will be going home with exactly what you fans get in terms of effort from the Cowboys week and week out....NOTHING! Tonight is the night I take the streak back! and I crush Carmine "Grim" Reaper back into astroturf! My name is Thomas Princeton and I'm...

Cheerleaders: B....T....Y! What does that spell?

Tom: BETTER THAN YOU!

"The Orange Man" blasts over the speakers and the crowd jeers Tom heavily, Tom exits with the cheerleaders and the Yes Men backstage laughing as he grips his North American title belt.