Trial by Fire 2011 Promo Thread

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Post Promos Here. Promos are due Saturday January 15th at midnight pacific time or 3am Eastern Sunday Morning. Extensions will be no longer than 12 hours and must be requested by Friday at midnight pacific time.

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You let out a sigh, reaching over and flicking off the light switch, as you yank the covers away from your husband and wrap them around you, snuggling right up next to him. As you close your eyes his arm comes around you and you couldn’t feel safer. You listen to the sounds of a shallow wind, making the trees tap on your window, the furnace hard at work down in the basement and the purring off your cat as he curls up on top your feet. The day has ended and you couldn’t be happier as everything is how it should be and tomorrow you get to watch the slow, yet gracious stride, the ethereal blue eyes and the long dark brunette hair of your favorite FWA superstar Gabrielle once again prove she is without a doubt the best, as she defends her championship. As you know she will beat her fellow teammates Andrew Johnson and Chris Kennedy as Andrew has always been one step behind Gabrielle and Kennedy is just a youngster that is going to get his ass slapped around. You know she will topple Porter because no one wants a guy that barely puts in an effort to have the championship, after all he’s already proved he can’t handle the pressure. You figure Bullseye has a chance, but then he lost to Porter in the last elimination chamber so that pretty much writes him off. Then a slight shiver goes up your spine as you think about her last opponent Duke Drazin, you hate this third person talking, God pretending, asshole with a passion, but you also realize he’s the biggest threat in the whole match. As he has already won an Elimination Chamber, he has already gone toe to toe with, arguably the best champion ever to grace the FWA and gave him the biggest beating of his career and he has barely lost at all as of late. Plus as much as you hate to admit it, he’s beat Gabrielle, both members of APAB and Kennedy proving he’s more of a Great Siege alone then they are as a pack. But then a sly smile comes across your face as you remember he was eliminated first in his second elimination chamber, hoping the same outcome would occur this time. But you again realize unlike last time, he’s on a winning streak, he is once again a force to be reckoned with, having found a meaning to keep at it after putting his Boudreau feud to rest and knows where he wants to be, making him the most dangerous man in this match. You give a sigh and figure whatever happens happens because Gabrielle will still be a Goddess and the rest feeble in comparison. Finally your mind stops racing and you get to that point when you are just about to fall asleep, but are jolted awake as you hear screams in the night.

“Mommy, Mommy, Help, Mommy”

Your husband rolls over on his other side, giving a grunt at you to go see what she wants, as the cat moves over to him, warming himself against him. You sigh at their laziness and throw on your housecoat going into your daughter’s room. You can’t see anything as it seems her nightlight has burnt out. You follow her cries and make your way over to her bedside, pulling the chain on her bedside light. You wrap your arms around her, wiping away the tears, before asking what’s wrong.

“Did you have a bad dream honey?”

She wipes her eyes a bit more, pouting as she looks up at you.

“No mommy, there is a scary red eyed monster in my closet”

You somehow keep yourself from smiling, pretending to act concerned, as you look over at the closet, seeing no red eyed monster.

“The monster is gone honey, you’re safe now. Lay back and I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

She lies back in her bed and gives you a cute grin.

“Mommy can you read me some of my Gabible, it should keep away the scary red eyed monster.”

You figure your awake now and crawl into bed with her, reaching into her bed table drawer and pulling out her Gabible. You give it to her, letting her pick where to begin, as you always do and she randomly opens up a page midway in the book, handing it back to you. She then snuggles up close to you, looking at the words, but unable to read them as you begin. You notice how you don’t remember reading this passage before, but figure you’re either too tired to remember or just haven’t read this part with all the skipping around. Your daughter yanks at your sleeve, as you aren’t reading out loud.

“Oh I’m sorry honey.”

You then glance back up to the top of the page, get your back positioned comfortably against her pillows and headboard, beginning to read.

“The name Gabrielle rings out into the world commanding awe at the very whisper of her name. Her beauty was unlike any other, as she grasped the cold withering body of the small child. She simply took the boy close into her chest, smothering him with care, and with a simple whisper the boy was reborn. He was full of life and she gave her glorious giggle as the boy followed suit. The sound was joyous, no one in the village was saddened on that day, as they rejoiced at the glorious presence of Gabrielle, their one true Goddess.”

“She’s wonderful isn’t she Mommy?”

You nod and smile down at you daughter who is enjoying your reading, then continue.

“But all would not remain joyous, as clouds quickly hurled themselves overhead and it began to pour. Gabrielle stood in the center of the village, letting her beauty shine through even more as the rain came down, flowing off of her, giving her a new glow about her. She looked about ensuring the villagers they would be safe with her arms wide open and welcoming, finding no embarrassment, as her shirt now drenched, was easy enough to see through. But as the villagers were about to place their trust in her, the sounds of doors slamming rang out through the village square and shrieks could be heard in the night. As a pair of glowing red eyes appeared overhead, filling the square in a blood red glow, diminishing the presence of Gabrielle.”

“See Mommy, I told you the red eyes are real.”

You figure she must have somehow muffled her way through this already and then had nightmares about it, but indulge her beliefs, trying to continue on. But your lips won’t move, you try to open your mouth, but it just won’t happen. You can’t even make a muffled noise. You’re first instinct is to jump up and run to a mirror to see if something is wrong, but no matter how much you try, it just won’t happen, you’ve become completely motionless.

Naturally panic sets in and you try to indicate to your daughter to go get Daddy, but you can’t and she just pulls at your housecoat urging you to continue. Suddenly the bulb in her table light burst into sparks and the room is in darkness. A crow is cawing at the window and looks at you side too. You watch as its one eye begins to glow red, then it turns and both eyes glare at you. The eyes then seem to leap off of the crow, who caws and flies away, with the room being completely lit in red, the door them slams shut. Your daughter is trying to scream but it seems she can’t move either. A single tear falls down her cheek and you try everything to grab her but it just doesn’t work. All of a sudden you chuck the GaBible aside and leap off the bed, like you’re a puppet being controlled by strings. You become completely engulfed by the eyes, as you stand staring into them. You begin to find it’s like your acting out the story in the GaBible.

“She stared back at the glowing red eyes, unwavering in her stance, showing no fear and yelled I’m the Goddess Gabrielle, I will smite you for this town, for this world and because I’m such a nice little whore.”

What the hell is all you can think, as your body continues on with the story.

“I destroyed the Great and Powerful Rocky Creed, I command the respect of rats. As I beat their leader Creed, making him scurry away. Hear my words and fear me, I am the Goddess Gabrielle. I was held back twice as much as anyone else, that’s right I never became the Goddess I am today earlier because I was held back. While everyone else was trying to slay Boudreau I hid in the shadows, waiting for him to croak before I ascended further, oh wait I was held back twice as much, stick with that one.”

You stare up at the glowing red eyes and then suddenly you leap back towards the bed, arch your shoulders a bit and walk out like a cocky, circus performing, midget.

“Fear not Gabrielle it is I the Great Chris Kennedy here to save you from the dastardly red glowing eyes. For with my great track record the man behind the eyes will tremble at the mere sight of me. There Kennedy stood staring back at the red glowing eyes and if one looked closely they would swear a sly smile appeared for a split second in the next sky, as Kennedy stood wearing his tights, with a big pink V in the middle. I already slain the best of the world, except for a few exceptions. Yeah that’s right I couldn’t beat a guy that would rather surf and say dude and I couldn’t beat Drazin, but he cheated. Even though I made myself look like an idiot by trying to dig into a past that clearly couldn’t be real given Drazin’s marriage and ten year feud and I magically responded to comments that didn’t even air yet, see that’s the power of my vagina, maybe that’s why I parade it around. Heck but none of that matters because Drazin only beat me due to cheating, I’m so great, I’m the best, it couldn’t have been anything else. Even though I have never beat Drazin, I will not blow my chance at a championship like Bullseye Johnson has done, like Porter has done over and over again and like Drazin has done. For I am the great Chris Kennedy and I will not back down, not even to the monstrous red glowing eyes. The pair stand there, Gabrielle knowing he’s all bark and no bite, especially after comparing Bullseye Johnson to a girls softball team. For when those words came from his mouth it just screamed therapy or maybe past events. She let out a little giggle under her breath thinking about Kennedy being the pride of his girls softball team in his younger years. She then watches as the red glowing eyes looked like they rolled back into their head, taking that to indicate they’d wish this idiot would shut up already.”

You run over to your daughters nightstand and grab her coloring book, then run back tearing out a page and throwing it in the air watching as it slowly goes back and forth in the air before landing on the ground.

“Before Kennedy can spurt more nonsense out of his lips a piece of paper came floating down from the perpetual darkness of the night sky, seemingly out of nowhere and lands at his feet. He looks down and picks it up, staring at it. He tries not to show fear, but his body language gives him away, as he drops the picture trying to regain his composure. Gabrielle looks down, brushing her long dark brunette hair aside, causing specks of rain water to float off her delicate skin. She saw a picture of the Kennedy family, with red glowing eyes encompassing each one of them and the words Lineage Erased.”

You begin to shake like a little school girl.

“Gabrielle would never admit it out loud but shrugs a bit, figuring losing Kennedy would be no great loss to the world. Suddenly Kennedy perks up, as an idea seemed to form in his feeble mind.”

You bring the coloring book out in front of you and with your finger nail make motions like you are painting a picture.

“Kennedy hauled out a canvas and began to draw the red glowing eyes before running his useless yap a bit more. I the great Chris Kennedy, who has beat losers that sit home on the couch, losers that could only become champion out of pity and losers no one has even heard of, yet I am still so great I’d have Boudreau shaking in his boots. Even though I make statements like that when the guy is dead, but I am still great. Where was I? Oh yes, I will draw you in a picture, catching every last bit of your maniacal red glow, trapping you in this image forever more. After all if confusing my opponents by showing off my vagina doesn’t work, I blind them with pictures. I can run my mouth all day long, but in order to cover up how incompetent I sound, I pretty up everything with pictures. As the old saying goes a picture says a thousand words, while I say ten thousand more about everything from snowflakes in Arizona to people shitting their pants. In fact out of my whole spiel I probably say one full sentence of anything of meaning to the current situation, I guess I should thank the Gods or the Goddess Gabrielle for allowing me to show all kinds of pretty pictures huh? I also try and make myself seem significant by spurting off New Year’s resolutions. That’s right I state how I want to wake up thirty minutes earlier to hate all these pathetic losers, yet I wait for that one magic day at the end of the year to spurt out some nonsense like every other pathetic loser does, trying to make myself seem significant. I even state a second one saying how I am going to be the Greatest FWA Champion since The Icon laced his boots. I guess I proved myself to be a bit of a moron there in two ways. One I outshined all the pathetic losers out there but stating a second wish on this oh so magic day and two the Greatest Champion the FWA had to offer was never called The Icon during his, arguably, best ever title run in all of the FWA. Again thank God for the pretty pictures to hide my incompetence. So instead of actually doing something to prove how great I am, I yap about it all day long, wait until the end of the year like all the pathetic losers I pretend not to have anything in common with to blurt out crap making me sound significant and prove to the world that I can talk all day long but when it comes to actions, I’m a tad slow on the uptake. Chris Kennedy still has his vagina and pretty pictures to confuse you all though, as long as I can hide behind that, maybe no one will ever see what a loser I am.”

You drop the coloring book on the floor, watching as it lands on its back, staying open to the page you just pretended to color.

“Suddenly Kennedy flung his arms into the air, looking at his pretty picture that he just drew, gives it one final dab and stares back up at the red glowing eyes screaming at them, trying to prove he has some worth. I the Great Chris Kennedy command you to be gone and forever remain in my pretty picture.”

You begin to fling your arms around like some jungle ape.

“His eyes widen with delight, as his image starts to glow red. He looks over at Gabrielle still basking with a subtle glow. She uses all her strength to take a few steps opposite Kennedy, like some force is preventing her from straying too far. Kennedy just stares at her with a foolish grin, wondering why she isn’t impressed, then glances back at his pretty picture and like every other time when the cocky fool felt he was something special, only to lose, the idiot took the eye off the ball. He began to utter his final words, Oh Fu.. and with that he was gone. The red eyes consumed Kennedy in a creation of his own design. The fool had made himself seem larger than life, had fallen into a trap of his own making and paid the price.”

You grab onto your heart and fall over, like a wounded animal that doesn’t know whether to die or take a dump. You then convulse for a few seconds, going a bit over the top and finally placing your hand over your heart pretending to die. A few seconds later you jump back up and move back to the bed, gliding across the floor glaring back up at the red glowing eyes.

“The little man who likes to show off pictures and make things look all pretty couldn’t handle the magnitude in which the eyes melted away at his soul and perished like the bug he was. Gabrielle was alone once again, staring up into the night sky, becoming more engulfed by the glow of the red eyes. She screamed up at them, Show yourself, be a gentleman and come down here and face me. For truly such a beast isn’t afraid of a little Goddess. Gabrielle continues staring and yelling knowing the irony of her remarks, as if she truly was a Goddess, she could make the beast behind the red eyes appear.”

You then run back to the bed, spread your legs out standing all bull legged and do a slow gallop like walk back across the room.

“As Gabrielle yelled a passerby became slightly curious at the whole situation and rode up beside her. He had never seen such a beauty, so decided to try and help out, for he was once something of worth and figured this was a time when he could shine. I will save you Goddess, as I will re-emerge into the spotlight, for the hundredth time, pretending to be something of worth and hopefully trick these glowing red eyes into submission. Gabrielle never thought anyone of less worth then Kennedy could come to her aid, but she guessed there was a first time for everything. As she felt someone as divine is her would never associate with such trash in reality because he didn’t even respect himself enough to stay the course. No, he’d rather just fade away on his couch, hoping everyone would forget his miserable final months with the Sons of Liberty, his first great run with his mid tier championship, the farthest he could ever amount to, where he lost to a rookie Duke Drazin or how he’s lost two elimination chambers, one just missing the win. Whereas someone like Drazin either goes all in and wins or truly doesn’t care and gets kicked out first to be done with it, nothing inbetween.”

You jump into the air and fall back on the floor ass first.

“The red eyes glowed even brighter and Bullseye unable to hold on to a simple reign, was thrown from his horse, landing ass first in the mud, Gabrielle let out a giggle, feeling that was a fitting place for someone of his moral character. Bullseye slapped some mud off his arm, but didn’t even bother to get up, he just looked up at the red glowing eyes and started yelling at them. You made my damn horse run off with all my bags, I had them packed in anticipation of leaving once again because I know no matter how hard I try in the coming battle with my past I have no chance. As recent losses to the rookie Kennedy and the seemingly unstoppable Duke Drazin can attest to that. Plus the fact that I couldn’t beat Porter the last time we faced off in one of these battles. Damn now I’ve become so incompetent I can’t even pack a bag to signify I’m leaving yet again. Maybe I need a catchy word like dude to get noticed, maybe no one will notice if I steal it. After all I’ve tried interrupting Rocky Creed when he was champion, only sinking me deeper as two nobodies like us amount to that of a hairball, multiple, distinct strains, all mashed together so no one can tell the difference, where the only thing left to do is clean it and flush it. Something which Rocky Creed has already proven with his so called break and something I have proven by sticking around, as I’m a meaningless hack, no one cares where I am anymore.”

You lie back on the floor and wallow about.

“Bullseye wallowed in the mud like a pig and Gabrielle once again noticed how this seemed like a natural place for him to remain, in fact she started to wish the red glowing eyes would put him out of his misery all ready or at least let her do it. The fans don’t believe in me anymore, even though I can’t see why they think I’m the weakest link, even with all my losses and insignificant wins sense coming to Fight Night, I’ve made an impact, that of a flea being chewed off by a dog, wait I could then become a worm, is that any better? But I claimed that the fans would come back to me when I stood in the ring with the championship around my waist, oh wait that didn’t happen. Maybe if I went and got drunk again like some alcoholic, yeah that could work I could become an alcoholic, at least then I could drown my sorrows. Oh wait you need money to do that and with no fans anymore I’d have no one to bum money from. I doubt I could even whore myself out at this stage for more than two dollars a night. I stated how only the strong survive, I guess I wasn’t talking about myself, since I never stick around long enough to be, even remotely, considered a survivor. I dig myself deeper into a pit of despair with every word, stating how I always keep my head held high no matter the outcome, only forgetting my stiff neck doesn't allow me to hang my head in shame, at least one thing on my body can remain stiff though. I also said how some guys don’t have the same determination to win as I do, damn I must have been drunk or comparing myself to the likes of Porter and Creed, as everyone else seems to be winning, well I lose day in day out. I also need to admiration of the people to prove I am one of the best fighters around, yet I can’t win a significant match, so how’s that ever going to happen. I said I was going to spill blood in my last big battle, unless I call myself a bloody wanker that’s the only way blood can have any kind of context to what I amounted to in that battle. It was make or break for my career and again I must have been drunk because there was too things wrong with that, first I’d have to have any kind of a career to break and second my career is already so broken not even duct tape can hold it together any longer. No bags, no wins, no hope, Bullseye Johnson is a faded memory, one that will forever remain in the bowels of history. Gabrielle can’t take it anymore, her delicate ears are bleeding from this self pitying buffoon. She throws her drenched long dark brunette hair over her shoulder as the rain seems to have subsided in her area and is solely focused on Bullseye and his mud pit. It pounds away at him, coming down as if nails were berating him over and over again. Suddenly a completely red glow engulfs the mudpit and Bullseye, with all his despair, sinks into the mud, not another word being spewed out of his mouth, as the glowing red eyes just did the entire world a favor.”

You once again pretend the life has been sucked from your body and lie lifeless for a few seconds. Finally you get back up and run over to your bed, you glance at your daughter who is hiding her fear by pretending this is all play time with Mommy. You try to smile and comfort her, but are still unable, as you once again glide across the floor.

“Gabrielle watches as the red glowing eyes dissipate from the sky and the sun comes out, the birds chirp, the place looks like something right out of a utopian paradise. Yet she still cannot move. As always everything seems to be focused on her, but this time something seems to be off, as if the whole area is emanating from her being. She blinks her divine ethereal blue eyes and awakens in a grassy field, the grass is so green it'd make a ninja turtle jealous. A slight brisk wind covers the entire area and suddenly Gabrielle, in all her grace, begins to frolic across the field. A bright yellow glowing figure can be seen coming from the other side of the field frolicking towards her, they both extend their arms and as the figure gets closer Gabrielle smiles, enlightening the entire area even more. The two meet in the middle and touch each other slightly just by their finger tips.”

Your arms are sore from all this role playing, but by some divine force are still made to remain in the air, as you still have no control.

“Gabrielle you were a blessing to our Siege upon the world, my partner Dan Ward and I have tried for years to change this place but with you by our side we truly have become a force to be reckoned with, I could never thank you enough. Andrew has an obvious affection for Gabrielle, which she reciprocates in the sense of treating him as a lost little puppy, yet he is too blind to see it. As Gabrielle knows that the only one that has really benefited from this alliance is her, for without the help of Andrew, who is great in group situations, during her last battle, where she further ascended into the spotlight, she never would have gained such fame. Our great siege has brought Fight Night to its knees, everyone before us from Drew Jolson to the big headed Matthew Robinson are bowing before us. Even though I always seem to forget how Drazin has bested us time and time again. He ended my longest running unbeaten tag team streak with a rookie like Anthony, he beat every member of the Great Siege placed up against him and he recently just took the two of us out with a hack like Porter by his side. One man seems to be destroying us every step of the way, how can this be? Gabrielle continues to stare into his eyes, as she doesn’t have a choice, but refuses to speak, as she still needs this alliance to remain on top. She’d like to tell Andrew that someone like Drazin has been alone for ten years, relying on no one and nothing but himself, allowing him to develop into an unrelenting machine all by himself. She’d like to tell Andrew that in singles competition any member of the Great Siege couldn’t stand up to Drazin on their best day, besides herself of course, but even he can be too much for her, which is where the Great Siege comes in for back up. Gabrielle would like nothing more than to smack Andrew, Dan, Wyoming and everyone else associated with this alliance upside the head, just like she did to APAB when Jenny and her dominated them night in night out years back. In fact she realizes that in some ways she’s no better than either member of APAB, as all her great success came when someone was watching her back.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as your arms finally come down to your sides.

“Gabrielle brought her hands to her sides, standing like an angel in the field with Andrew gazing back at her. But as she once again blinked her divine ethereal blue eyes the whole area turned to a barren tundra, completely clouded over with the odd lightening strike brightening the area. Gabrielle knew sooner or later this would come to a head and with their past battle and this one coming up, it was only a matter of time before Andrew realized he was no longer the Great part of the Great Siege and he was nothing but another follower to her. Week after week she has shown unending strength and courage, even in the face of defeat at the hands of Duke Drazin, where as Andrew can’t seem to gain a foothold on any situation not evolving Ward and even than they haven’t been doing so hot. Andrew finally broke the silence, reflecting on the situation. Do you think someone is trying to tell us something? Maybe it’s that the Great Siege will do what we set out to do and lay waste to the entire FWA or maybe it’s that someone will lay waste to us or we could do that all on our own. After all with this battle coming up, containing three of our members, a simple gesture could cause the whole thing to come undone. As if we allow the court jester of the group Kennedy to win, the Great Siege will be a laughing stock. Porter and Bullseye will be to busy figuring out an excuse for when they lose and then there is Drazin, someone who just keeps ruining us at every turn and if he wins this could be the final nail in our coffin. Of course there is always the fact that you once again have bested me, once again you are making me play second fiddle, as you did during our warring days. For you and Jenny were one of the greatest tag teams ever and you got that moniker before APAB did, just as you won the FWA championship before I did, again obtaining it before I did. A female has been making Andrew Johnson stay in her shadow during the entire run of my FWA career, but as they say acceptance will bring us closer. Yet again Gabrielle found herself agreeing with Duke Drazin and wishing Andrew would go play with his bum buddy Ward, leaving her in piece.”

You begin to uncontrollably shake where you stand.

“The earth beneath their feet began to tremble as Andrew continued his incessant whining in the presence of the Goddess Gabrielle. I try to hide my inadequacies when it comes to such opponents as Duke Drazin by not beating down the man, but beating down that posse everyone calls an entourage. Yet none of them ever come to the ring to help him like the Great Siege needs to do for each other, yet he doesn’t respect any of them, like the Great Siege supposedly does, maybe he is just keeping them around to make people ask questions, to make people focus on one them while he strikes them from the other side. I have to admit that seems like a good tactic, I kind of wish I’d thought of it. People also ask me why I didn’t offer Drazin a chance at being a part of the Siege and I hide behind the belief that he shouldn’t be in the FWA because of this or that. But in reality unlike every member of the Great Siege Drazin doesn’t need others to win matches, to get ahead and to stay ahead, so I knew he’d slap me upside the head for even asking, which would just be to embarrassing to handle. I state how he has a problem with us, but in reality I know his only problem is figuring out new things to say about how he beat us over and over again. Which works to my benefit because than I can yap about how he says the same thing over and over and doesn’t change, when in reality I’d probably have ran out of things to say , even the same things months ago. Someone like Drazin is a Great Siege all by himself, in fact that’s really where I came up with the name, watching him plow through everything the FWA has thrown up against him. I watched as he made the great Boudreau quit, something I couldn’t do, and looking back to when he made an impact in his first appearance and every appearance after, even when he kicked my ass from ringside to ringside. In fact when it comes to Drazin that’s all I can do is watch, because without people backing me up, I will never be that good. Gabrielle you’re beauty helps you stay the course with a man like him, as it makes him toy with you a bit, giving you a chance, but at least you have a chance, I have none. As Andrew states that the ground beneath him crumbles into the earth beneath it, taking Andrew along with it. Gabrielle just stared down into the hole, not feeling any empathy for Andrew, but worrying about herself, as she now had one less person to watch her back.”

You go over to your daughter’s window and grab a chair sitting beneath it, taking it back to the middle of the room and then sit down on it, thanking God you finally get to rest.

“Just with the previous times Gabrielle blinked her divine blue eyes and she was back in the town square, back to being bombarded by rain, back to standing in darkness and back to being at the mercy of the red glowing eyes in the night sky. She turned giving a giggle and feeling herself up and down in a sensual manner. I know what’s going on here, so show yourself and lets be done with this little game shall we? But before she could say another word a huge groan was heard from behind her, she turned and gets a whiff of an awful stench as an outhouse now seems to have appeared before her. A gust of wind whips by and the door to the outhouse flings open, Gabrielle is offended that such a thing would ever grace her presence and attempts to cover her nose with her arm, but is unable. As she is forced to stand enduring the smell and the sight of a man that can only be described as hideous. Gabrielle found herself more appealed to the sight of the outhouse than this man and she knew that meant something. The man before her starts to speak. Gabrielle, oh how I’ve dreamed of being before you, as I stare up at your picture on my ceiling each night, pretending my bimbos are you, just as you divinely stated already. I guess this is my punishment, as I’ve had so many chances to impress everyone and take a firm stance but ended up being nothing but diarrhea. With that Gabrielle witnessed a noise and a stench that couldn’t be written into words and heard a mass come from the bowels of Porter slamming to the bottom of the outhouse.”

You pretend to hold your stomach as if you’re in pain.

“Gabrielle you took away the only thing that ever mattered to me when you told me I could never have you, never would get close to you and would have to stick to my bimbos, which is just another illusion as not even Rocky Creed would have me after everything I’ve accomplished as of late, which amounts to what lies beneath me at the moment, a mountain of shit. I wasn’t even worth the efforts for you to use your beautiful words on during our last battle, as you talked more about the likes of Duke Drazin than you did me. A man who helped me finally secure a win, by beating you and Andrew, a man who beat me after my one month title reign, a man who I admire yet pretend to hate because he’s everything I’m not. For he’s got to tumble around with you time and time again, something that makes my knees weak just thinking about it. I even admitted how if we lost against the two of you it would be my fault when I stated if I lose it won’t matter, meaning I knew Drazin wouldn’t lose, I’d be the one to blow it as I did so many times before and another lose wouldn’t really matter to me at all because I’ve lost so many times already. I even know I couldn’t stand up to Jolson and Creed, I know I’ve had more chances than Drazin has said his own name and I know it would take a miracle to gain your hand, but don’t knock the tonsils, after all their a part of the body that can cause me a real disadvantage in a match, just like a broken leg, right? That’s a good comparison? I mean I know you have to deal with Kennedy a cocky little ingrate who can’t back up his words, whoops I seem to fall in that category too, while at least I’m pretty and I prance around like a fairy with all my makeup and such. Maybe I should take his vagina tights and wear them too. Did I really say that, damn I must have got drunk with Bullseye, tonsils being sore are really an injury huh? I even stated how everyone would get ready for the Prime Time Experience as everything came to the moment of our last battle and I would be crowned champion, yep had to be drunk as that didn’t happen. I seem to be full of as much hot air as many in this match, unable to back up my words like the beautiful Gabrielle and that Bridesmaid Duke Drazin. Did I really come up with a corny name like that? I really do belong with the likes of Kennedy, Johnson, Bullseye and even my old partner Sync. Maybe I should have stayed with him, at least then we’d be a pair of bumbling fools and share the disgrace. Fact is I can’t take the Port a Pottie remarks, they are so degrading, that I try to inflate my ego a bit more by coming up with Carrot Top type insults, that only insults myself. Why couldn’t I have been born intelligent as well as pretty, oh poor me. A final barrage of stench and goo engulfs Gabrielle as Porter holds onto his gut, a crackling noise can also be heard and as Porter gives one final push, he falls right down through the outhouse, in a pile of putrid stench of his own design. As he resides there, holding his stomach, the ground begins to cover over the hole and the outhouse disappears from existence, leaving Gabrielle standing in all here grace once again alone.”

You take the chair back to the window and then glide back to the center of the room, falling to your knees.

“Gabrielle once again glares up at the red glowing eyes piercing straight into her soul. She suddenly becomes forced onto her knees and everything around her is shrouded in walls of fire. She tries to yell out, but is unable to speak, she is unable to do anything, remaining totally at the mercy of this unknown beast. A figure shrouded in a black haze appears before her, the figure walks around her, seemingly sizing her up and with each pass becomes more and more visible. Finally the figure bends down face to face with Gabrielle, his eyes glow red and he smirks, coming into the realm of visibility fully. Gabrielle musters up the strength to let out a murmur, indicating she knew all along, as she is face to face with a God among men, a man once again dawning the moniker of a God for the battle to come, The Great God Duke Drazin. Drazin’s nostrils flare up as he stares into her eyes. The pair remain in this position for what seems like an eternity, finally Drazin gives her a playful smack across the cheek and stands back up, circling her like an animal sizing up its prey.”

Your head jolts to the side and then quickly snaps into place, as you pretend to get slapped.

“Drazin has finally answered your call, Drazin’s little whore. You wanted a battle among the divine, you practically begged Drazin to return to form, while The Great God Drazin has granted your request. But for this brief moment it won’t be brought on out of hatred as it was with Boudreau, no it will be brought on out of love. The love that Drazin is going to feel when Drazin has kicked your ass all over the elimination chamber and unlike you Drazin knows exactly want Drazin is in for. As the Great God Drazin has won an elimination chamber, unlike most clowns in this match, which Drazin must get out of the way now. Drazin’s sweet little Gabrielle you see you are the only one in this match that could ever bring about the return of a God, for unless Boudreau rises from his so called grave, Drazin has no need to use the powers of a God on any of these fools. But don’t get Drazin wrong as Drazin has already proved, Drazin doesn’t need to be a God to take you down either. But Drazin will get back to you, as you are the only real threat, if Drazin can call it that, in this match. Port a Pottie is of no worth, Drazin has shit on him every encounter Drazin has had with him from here to Timbuktu. Drazin even had to pull his ass along in our last tag match, as you and Johnson pointed out Drazin would, guess you can be right about something huh? Plus if his previous months of work is anything to go by and his attempt to hang on by a thread gloating about a Golden Opportunity he won ages ago and has failed to use, Porter is just another self diluted ass. Then on to Bullseye, what’s really left to say about him? Nothing much, yep harkening back to his Sons of Liberty days, when he was the poor middle child of the group, meaning he never was the favorite, poor Bullseye, moving on. Kennedy, oh the Great Kennedy who is going to slay everyone with his incoherent trash and by stating things on that oh so magic day at the end of the year, instead of doing them and proving to anyone he can. Why is that? Because he can’t, just another pathetic loser who talks and doesn’t do. Oh yeah Johnson is left, you’re shadow. The man who pretends he isn’t inferior to everyone around him but really is. Last time he may have helped you win, but when Drazin gets rid of his sorry ass, you’ll be all alone and Johnson will once again prove, he’s nothing when out for himself.”

Your reach around and take your house coat off, removing the backside of your night clothes, exposuring your bare back.

“The soft, smooth skin of Gabrielle’s back has now been exposed and as Drazin circles around back in front of her Gabrielle sees he is now in possession of a long black whip. She manages to blurt out a short phrase, Getting Frisky are we? Then hears the noise of Drazin cracking the whip in front of her. Drazin smirks as he holds it, before finally bringing everything full circle. In the coming battle Gabrielle, the supposed Goddess, and The Great God Duke Drazin will be the final two left standing, the others can’t even compete on your level, let alone The Great God Drazin’s. But first Drazin wants to set you straight so you have no excuse when you lose the epic battle of the divine. Firstly you stated how Drazin created a religion in Drazin’s own mind, when you really should have done your homework Gabby. Or shouldn’t a Goddess have already known this? As Drazin didn’t create a damn thing, Drazin hated these morons since the start, Drazin hated everyone in this Piss Pot Place and it was morons who are to moronic to become insulted that created this little following. Drazin destroyed it at every turn, Drazin burned it to the damn ground more than once, so the only one that created a following and uses it to gain the attention of the meak is you, mistake number one.”

You jolt as if you’ve been hit by a whip.

“Drazin circles the Goddess and as she feels the quick snap crack against her back of the whip, tightens up, intent on showing no emotion to Drazin. That’s good keep that spirit because you’re going to need it. You also state how you will absolve Drazin off all Drazin’s supposed sins and how you are superior to Drazin, if Drazin begs your little forgiveness. While guess what Drazin’s little whore? You exist because of Drazin, again if you were truly divine you’d know that. For one cannot truly be divine, a force of good, a force of light, a beauty existing above all else, without the opposite being true. Simply put, Good needs Evil, Evil relies on Good, without either, there would never truly be one of the other. So by Drazin burning your books, by Drazin destroying you and your little groupies, by Drazin infuriating you into bringing back the Great God Duke Drazin, you are cementing your own fate. Which is something Drazin is sure you know because for all your posturing, for all your grand standing, you still love everything Drazin does, you still want Drazin to keep doing it, as we are and always will be connected through the divine. One of us cannot exist without the other and you need The Great God Drazin back fully to prove that. By not admitting to this, you made mistake number two.”

You jolt once again as if you’ve been hit by a whip.

“Gabrielle tenses right up, a few marks from the whips have appeared on the delicate skin of her back, but she refuses to show any emotion. And for your final mistake, you brought back the beast that is going to tear everyone in the elimination chamber limb from limb, unlike Porter, Bullseye, Kennedy, Johnson and even you Drazin’s little whore, Drazin doesn’t give a rats ass what anybody thinks of Drazin. Drazin doesn’t need to be big by running down the fans like Kennedy, Drazin doesn’t need their support like Bullseye and Porter crave and Drazin doesn’t need to bitch about them like your pal Johnson. Also unlike you Drazin’s precious little whore and unlike what you’ve previously, so called, divined Drazin doesn’t need them , but you do, you need them to sell your Gabibles, you need them to preach too and you need them to truly feel divine. Drazin knows Drazin is a God, Drazin knows Drazin is divine and when Drazin humbled Drazin’s self, you wouldn’t let Drazin alone, you had to egg Drazin on. So now your wish has come true, when our battle ensues, two divine beings will encompass the ring and whether you admit it or not, you’ll ache at the mere precious of Drazin come the elimination chamber and just as you are now, you’ll be on your knees in gratitude for Drazin showing you the true measure of a God and that will be your final mistake.”

You give a final jolt and then fall flat on your stomach.

“Gabrielle was hit with such force by the whip that she couldn’t help but fall to her stomach, yet still unwavering in her reaction, not giving Drazin one bit of satisfaction. At Trial By Fire, you and every other moron in this Piss Pot Place will be engulfed by flames, the flames of rage, the flames of the divine, simply put the flames emerging from the Great God Drazin as Drazin is gazed upon by so many. The torch has been lit, the place has been set and a hellicious battle will ensue, encompassed in Fire. Drazin goes to crack Gabrielle again with the whip, but the Goddess is able to turn onto her back and catches the whip in her arm, grasping it tightly as she stands toe to toe with Drazin, before both are consumed in flames, leaving both in an epic struggle of Good and Evil.”

You finally can move about at will and run to your daughter’s bedside grasping her tightly, the wind blows open your daughter’s window and a slight gust sprints across the Gabible, lying on her bed, the pages flip and then stop at the beginning. Your eyes widen with contempt as you read the words.

The New Gabible

Edited By

Duke Drazin

All Rights Reserved

[Viva]

The Prelude - Midnight Jitters

The cameras open up to the Marriot Hotel in downtown D.C. The big clock in the front of the hotel says local time is around 3:00 in the morning. The scene closes and opens back up to one of the hotel rooms in the building. The lights are off and there is a dark shadowy figure in the bed sleeping. Around him is somewhat of a large room, possibly a suite. There is a leather couch an antique lamp, and a flat screen television. The bed, most likely a king size, is shaking. It becomes clear as it is Bullseye Johnson who is having trouble sleeping as he is tossing and turning in the bed.

Bullseye (murmuring): Noo…I can do it…I can

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Bullseye is in a dark room. The lights are off but there is a spotlight on him from a light that is shining down right at him. He is sitting on a chair looking around and in front of him is a man. The darkness is hiding his face but you can see his body and mouth. Bullseye looks right at his face trying to decipher the identity of the man. None the less however the man just closes his mouth and although not visible the body language is clear that they are staring at one another.

Bullseye: Who are you?

Man: I am whoever you want me to be Bullseye

Bullseye: Now tell me the logic behind that

Man: That’s the thing there is no logic

Bullseye: Then why am I here

Man: You’re here because you need to be here

Bullseye: Stop playing games!

Man: I know what your deepest fear is Bullseye. I know what has been going through your mind this entire week

Bullseye: I don’t have fears

Man: Oh yes you do, everyone does. What you fear the most is losing, and not only losing, but choking and coming up short. You want to be successful Bullseye and that is admirable but you have always come up short.

Bullseye: Don’t give me a life lesson here I know what goes through my head

Man: Do you? Have you ever thought that maybe your deepest fear isn’t losing, but winning? I mean you lose at a constant rate it doesn’t seem you’re afraid of it, more so it seems you embrace it. Your fear of losing is not a fear Bullseye, it’s what you excel at, it’s…

Bullseye: STOP! You don’t know me, I’ve never met you a day in my life. So stop talking about something you know nothing about.

Man: That’s where you’re wrong Bullseye, because I know everything about you, and I know exactly what’s going through your head right now. I know what’s been haunting you’re sleep for nights.

The man smirks and chuckles as the lights go off on Bullseye and go on, on a small area where there is a tiny television set. The screen then turns on

Princeton chop blocks in behind the knee. Princeton gets to his feet and runs against the ropes and gains momentum as he looks to hit the BTY. Bullseye doesn’t get out the way as Princeton drills him with it. Princeton goes for the cover.
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Eliminated third: Bullseye Johnson.

Bullseye: What?! How did you get this footage. Why are you doing this?!

The screen cuts to black but then opens back up again

Darnell goes for the Prime Time Experience! He gets into the position after grabbing Bullseye’s legs as he has the submission locked. Bullseye starts screaming in pain as his bloodied face is showing no sign of quitting. He is slowly crawling towards the ropes as he reaches for dear life. After a few moments Bullseye gets his fingertips on the ropes as he thinks he is safe. However Darnell uses his power to move Bullseye away from the ropes and into the center of the ring. Bullseye still won’t tap as he is seemingly in pain. A few more moments pass by as Bullseye is still screaming with the fans trying to cheer him on. Bullseye cannot last any longer as his hands finally hit the mat as he taps out!


Winner of the Golden Opportunity Elimination Chamber: Darnell Porter

Bullseye: Stop this NOW!

Man: As you wish Bullseye but why, why do you want me to stop this so bad? I’m only showing events that you’ve already lived through. Can you not take the heat?

Bullseye: I know that I lost those matches I don’t you need you to remind me.

Man: I think you want me to don’t you, because you are going to “use it as motivation” like you always say you’ll do when you lose matches. Are you going to use this Bullseye?

Bullseye: First of all I know my faults I know I’m 0-2 in Elimination Chambers but the thing is it doesn’t ph…

Man: What it doesn’t faze you? Of course it does Bullseye and you know it! Your words can’t hide the fear that is inside you.

Bullseye: I have no fear

Man: Who are you fooling. I know everything about you

Bullseye: HOW?! Why do you know so much about me? Why are you so concerned?!!

Man: You don’t get it do you. I AM YOU! I am your conscience, your inner voice, whatever you want to call it. I am a spirit that is inside your head. I know you because I am you, in a manner of speaking of course.

Bullseye: Why are you doing this to me? WHY?!

Man: Because you don’t think you can win, you have the mindset of going in there to lose even if you say you don’t.

Bullseye: I can win this match.

Man: Can you?

Bullseye: I WILL WIN!

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The room is still silent as then Bullseye jumps out of bed sweat coming from his head as he flips a switch and the lights go on. He wipes the sweat off of his forehead and takes a huge breath as he collapses on his bed looking at the ceiling.

Bullseye: What the hell just happened? Was that just a dream? It had to have been, but why can I remember it so distinctly and with great detail. Oh man, what’s wrong with me? Ugh….

Bullseye turns his body around and plants his head into the pillow as he reaches for the light with his arm and turns them off. He then lies down once more peacefully as the scene then fades to black.

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A Moment That Will Last Forever

The elegant sun is high above the clouds as it glistens down on the civilians of Washington D.C . The scene then shifts to the same hotel room as the previous night, the one belonging to Bullseye Johnson. The room is empty as the bed hasn’t been fixed yet. The lights are off as it is daylight and outside on the balcony is Bullseye Johnson sitting down on the chair placed in the area. He is leaning back as he looks into the distance and takes in the scenery.

Bullseye: I don’t even think words can describe how I feel right now but I’ll try it anyway for the hell of it. I feel inspired, I feel motivated, I…I feel that I am reenergized and have a purpose to be in this Elimination Chamber match. I didn’t get selected out of the blue, I have a reason of being there. I was selected to be one of 6 participants in a match where you have to have the will power to fight in. I don’t think I’m ready I know I’m ready and my performance this Sunday will emphasize that. I have been in the Elimination Chamber on 3 separate occasions with this upcoming one being that third. You see I feel like this new passion in me has come out of nowhere. Last night I woke up with my head spinning as I was in a bad state of mind. I didn’t know what happened but when I jumped out of bed in the early morning I had some sort of epiphany. I had a dream, a nightmare of sorts that reminded me why I do this. I don’t remember it as much as I did right when I woke up but it helped me remind myself that I came up short in my previous chamber matches and I don’t plan on doing it a third time. Now for the actual dream itself, it’s now a vague afterthought to me. But the bottom line is I came up short in the previous matches and I have done my best to train harder and work harder for this one. I’m not stupid I know what you have to do to prepare for a match like this especially the fact that you have 5 other opponents going after the same thing you are. I am not going to be naïve about anything. I know exactly first hand what this Chamber can do to you and the damage it can cause that could quite possibly end your career. I honestly believe without a doubt in my mind, from the 5 other participants in this match I WANT IT THE MOST. There is no ifs, ands, or buts, about it, because noone has gone through the pain and suffering I’ve gone through. Noone has gone through the troubles I’ve seen. I have been failing over and over again and I just want to taste success and for once in my life feel truly satisfied with myself and my in ring ability. I am ready for these guys, and I am ready for that chamber. Everyone has their moment I want to know when mine is. I want to feel it I want that glory, I want that entire audience, the entire FWA viewers, to focus on me. I want everyone’s eyes to be on me when I hold that championship; I want that feeling with a passion like no other. It’s my burning desire, I want my moment and I am sick of waiting for it.

Bullseye gets up from the chair as he looks ahead. He leans against the railing and takes a moment to take in the area.

Bullseye: I have a history of sorts with that tremendous steel structure. The first Elimination Chamber match I was in was at Back in Business III, about 2008 I believe which quite honestly feels like an eternity ago. I still take credit for being the founder of this Elimination Chamber match because well, the concept of having one for a title opportunity was my idea. You could say it was the FWA’s version of the Money in the Bank. I am proud to say I had to honor of being one of the 6 participants in the match that set a precedent for years to come. I however although being the one who had the idea for the match, never capitalized. I didn’t get embarrassed but it was close to it as I barely made it halfway through the match. I was the 3rd guy eliminated in the match which meant I finished 4th out of 6 participants, which really isn’t something to brag about. I may have come up with the idea of incorporating the Chamber into a #1 contendership match but I think it was clear everyone knew the concept. 6 wrestlers went in and 1 of them coming out a winner. 4 men locked in pods while the 2 other start off. The situation in this match was simple I was going up against 5 credible superstars, Thomas Princeton, Maximillion, Nick Arsen, Stu St. Clair, and Ashley O Ryan. We were 6 men, eager for the opportunity and fully knowing that everything is on the line. It was our “golden opportunity” something we might not be able to have for the rest of our careers. It was really now or never. Carnal Contendership had 20 men in it, where the odds were greater for you to lose rather than win. This match had better odds to win and I wanted to take advantage of it. I always wanted to understand what happened in that match that led to my demise. I didn’t even stand a chance. Once I entered that ring I was a target for the rest of them. Maybe they were scared of me, maybe they just wanted to eliminate me, who knows man. The bottom line is Thomas Princeton got me off guard and finished me off. He hit his finisher, the extraordinary BTY, and I was down and out. That was my first chamber loss but I refused to leave that ring. I was upset and I couldn’t accept the fact that I lost. When I finally did leave however, it occurred to me that I made a huge mistake, I didn’t come into the match with the confidence I needed to win. I promised myself that if I ever had another Elimination Chamber match that I would go in it with the mindset of being better than my opponents and giving it my all. Little did I know that I would participate in another Golden Opportunity Chamber match 2 years after that loss.

Bullseye: The stage was set yet again in what would be an epic Elimination Chamber match where the winner would once again receive a shot at the World Title. In between my two Chamber matches the 2nd Golden Opportunity match occurred as they continued the concept and made it into an annual BIB tradition. This Chamber match was just as intense and catastrophic as the first Golden Opportunity match. The participants were 6 fresh new faces who were just as eager to compete in a Chamber match as the previous 6 were in the previous year. It really was something electrifying as Nathan Swift, James Sync, Rocky Creed, Brian Carter, Nemesis, and of course the eventual winner of that match Duke Drazin fought until they had nothing left in their system. Drazin wouldn’t have gotten in that match if it wasn’t for me however so he should remember that. The year after the third Golden Opportunity match would take place at BIB V where I have to say it was one of the most gruesome, corrupt, and downright epic matches I have ever been apart of and I am honored to say I gave it my all. The participants were picked and I have to say it was an elite group of guys. The two with actual experience in the Elimination Chamber match were Drazin and I, with Drazin finding more success than I had. However, things would change in this one. There were four others however, Anthony Jackson, Devin Golden, Wolf, and of course Darnell Porter. I was the very first entrant and I had to go through the entire match if I wanted to win. That meant getting a taste of all 5 wrestlers. At one point I remember it was just absolute distraught among the faces of most of the fighters. There were battles going on everywhere and one by one they all fell. It was only a matter of time before it came down to the final 2 participants, myself and Darnell Porter. Low and behold it came down to two guys who are similar in a lot of aspects and two guys are great friends. However, one thing made all the difference and it was the fact that Darnell had already won a world title. I remember him whispering it to me trying to egg me on. He was a World champion I wasn’t, and he had nothing to gain other than a shot at another one. I wanted this opportunity so freakn badly it almost killed me fighting for it. I had it in the palm of my hands. I hit him with a Bullseye Buster, a 630 splash, everything I had in my arsenal, I gave it my all. He got me in the Prime Time Experience and the end was right there. I may have lasted a few minutes being stubborn and not tapping but I knew my faith before my hands tapped the mat. I lost and Darnell won it was simple as that. Once again I came up short, it was his moment, not mine.

Kennedy goes for the pin and Andrew Johnson takes the unconscious referees hand and slams it down 3 times to give Kennedy the win.

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Winner: Chris Kennedy via pinfall

Bullseye: I think we’ve all seen what Chris Kennedy can do in that ring, I know I have. First time around he beat me and I was just in a state of shock. There was a part of me that wanted to accept it but there was also another part of me who didn’t want to believe it actually happened. The bottom line is however he got that pin on me and whatever happened, happened. Me being the competitive guy that I am it was only natural that I envoked what I thought was fair, a rematch. I thought I could just run over him the second time around after having him enjoy that first victory against me. Well what do you know happens during that rematch? I lose, shocker… I would lose a match that I arrogantly made in order to prove a point. I guess that was a message sent by the wrestling gods. I shouldn’t be getting cocky anymore; I once was in a position to be, but not now, things aren’t the same as they used to be. Times have changed I guess and for me nothing really has gone my way. I joined Fight Night to win a world title after I was betrayed by my ‘brothers’ who are now doing there own thing, Nemesis has a World title shot like I do, and Carmine is the North American champion, a title I once walked around with. I lost the Mile High match and it pretty much didn’t go any better from there. Losing to you Chris was tough and I admit I had a rough time getting through it, but it really doesn’t matter anymore because now I know that you don’t stand a chance in the world in this match. Have you noticed something Chris? You are a rookie and a rookie who hasn’t even had a big match like this in his entire career. I don’t even know if you’ve even competed in a pay per view before. The point is you’re not ready for this type of match Chris and I don’t expect you to be ready for it any time soon, so unless you can get years’ worth of experience in a weeks time then sayonara buddy. You had your moment against Rocky Creed, you gave it your all and you beat a guy who thought he had it in the bag just like I did. Creed was the world champion at the time and that really got you to find confidence in your wrestling. I do respect you Chris I think you have a lot of potential but you are just not cut out for a match like this, not yet anyway. I’ll give you this though, you had your moment in the spotlight and that is something I have yet to accomplish. Sure, I did the same thing in my rookie year, and yes, it did help me propel to the main event, but it wasn’t good enough at the time and it still isn’t now. I’m still waiting for my moment.



Bullseye: You’re really nothing special Chris. There are a lot of guys like you, you are easily replaceable in this company. You have to do something to make your presence known and you have a good start. I myself had one of those instances where I felt I was on top of the world. I do remember, with a lot of in depth detail at that, the night where I beat Jillian De Silva in a non title match. It was a good opportunity for me but it wasn’t ‘my’ moment. I was still a nobody at the time Chris, I got into a North American tournament where I was automatically put a spot in the finals which I believe was a mistake on management and my fault as well for not believing in myself because quite frankly I wasn’t ready. I lost to Ashley O Ryan, and I was at the point of my career where I had a lot of potential in me to do big things. It was the first Fight Night of the new year, 3 years ago, and wow how the time has gone by. It’s kind of funny though, arguably the most credible win of my career happened around the same week 3 years later where I could accomplish an honor higher than that of beating De Silva. The point is Chris I compare me back then, to you right now, and I know I wasn’t ready for any type of big time match even after I beat her. I had confidence however. So what makes you think you’re ready for this? Three years ago I know I wouldn’t be ready so what makes you so sure you are? I want you to question the reason as to why you’re in this match Chris. You should re-evaluate yourself then maybe you can save some dignity and your pride. Show up to this match if you have balls Chris, but it comes at a price because although you will make your appearance in this Chamber, I guarantee you’ll be the first one eliminated even if you are the last entrant. The moment you had when you beat Creed could last you a career’s worth of bragging rights but if I were you it wouldn’t be enough. Unfortunately for you however you won’t have a chance to make another moment memorable in your career. So I suggest that you stick to the feeling you had when you beat Creed, when you beat me, and use that feeling to propel you into your future after the Chamber, unless your career ends before the night is over and you don’t even make it out of the Elimination Chamber with all your bones in the right place. None the less Chris Kennedy I wish you good luck, may god help you Sunday.

Dan Ward then grabs Ashley and Johnson slides into the ring and the duo lands "Gunns Salute" spikepiledriver and Dan Ward hooks the legs while Andrew Johnson watches for Golden to make sure he doesn't interrupt the count.
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Winners and FWA Unified Tag Team Champions: Aut Pax Aut Bellum

Bullseye: The pinnacle of tag team excellence was reached just a few weeks ago. It is a great accomplishment, nothing to laugh upon. A dominant, epic, and downright explosive tag team reached that greatness, and quite honestly did you expect anyone besides Aut Pax Aut Bellum? I sure as hell didn’t. One half of that tag team, Andrew Johnson has the honor of fighting 5 other extraordinary superstars in that Elimination Chamber. Does he deserve the opportunity? Well I honestly can’t be the judge of that but my opinion is that he reached the ultimate success as a tag team with his partner so cheers for him if he wants to attempt it in the singles scene, however, what sucks for him is that the chances of him winning this Chamber match is as good as a chance Chris Kennedy has. Yes that might be a rip but you have to talk trash to make a point. The point is Andrew you had your moment with Dan, you won the unified tag team championship but don’t think you are going to be so lucky in this Chamber. What makes you so sure that you are cut out for this singles competition. What makes you better than us? Hell, what makes you so better than Dan Ward that you broke out in the singles scene and he didn’t? It is clear jealousy hasn’t been anything that can cause tension between you two because it looks like you guys are doing fine. I’ll give you that man, you do have one hell of a tag team going on and I respect that but your tag team accolades aren’t going to help you in that Chamber match Andrew so you shouldn’t even bring that up. You had that moment of success and it’s a great thing to put on your resume but it doesn’t even mean anything in this type of match. There are no tag team partners helping you out here, Dan Ward isn’t going to save you when you’re laying face down on the mat bleeding from the skull down. You are going to have to endure the pain Andrew and suck it up with all the dignity you have in you. Otherwise you can just take the pin or tap out, whichever one works for you. No matter what happens in that Chamber match Andrew you have to understand that no one expects you to win. Your close to last in the FWA polls for who will come out the winner, you’re odds are slim to none in Vegas, and no one in that locker room, not even Dan Ward thinks you have a shot at winning, just stick to what you’re good at Andrew, you don’t want to embarrass yourself.



Bullseye: We aren’t THAT different you know Andrew. For close to a year I was a tag team competitor. I faced off in tag team matches with Carmine more than I did singles matches on my own. So next time we meet face to face don’t even think you have an advantage over me. I may have tagged just like you but that doesn’t mean we’re even. Yes we learned how to rely on our partners to bail us out but for that one year that I got the tag team experience, comes 3 years where I had singles experience. I am a singles competitor at heart and it took me a while to realize that. I lost the Mile High match in what was a good effort but that isn’t what I want to achieve. I want greatness and to do that I had to learn to break away from tag team fighting and focus on singles competition. I held the Crossfire tag titles for close to a year and if it wasn’t for miscommunication between the Sons then who knows what would’ve happened, you might not be holding those Unified Tag Titles. So be grateful that you are and stick to your tag division. Worry about the gold you already have instead of trying to pursue something that is out of your reach. Stick to your day job Andrew, stick to tagging because no matter how much tag team matches you’ve fought in, ladder matches, tables matches, TLC matches, none of them can ever compare to an Elimination Chamber match where you have no partner and you are all alone to fend for yourself. Besides, it’s clear the only reason you are in this match is because Gabrielle wanted an insurance policy. It’s kind of obvious that you are scared for you life Andrew and the fact that you are willing to do it might be loyal, but it’s also stupid. You are risking your career for a woman who you don’t even know has your back. Stick to what you know best Andrew, use that brain of yours, I know it might be dormant, but make the smart decision. It’s a hell hole Andrew and I’m sure Dan doesn’t want to have a liability on his hands. Stay home Andrew do us all a favor, do your partner a favor, just don’t even bother showing up because your reputation as a singles competitor is going to drop so low, you would really have nothing left to fight for. Stick to what you know best, you had your moment, now continue what you started and stay out of our way. 5 guys in there want to be in the chamber for a shot at the gold, you, well I honestly don’t have an answer to that, you don’t belong.

Drazin then takes the shard and cuts across Creed’s chest, drawing more blood. Then Drazin kicks Creed in the gut and hits his Ice Plunge! Drazin covers Creed 1….2….3! Duke stands looking really beat up but not as much as Rocky who is a bloody mess after the brutal match. Drazin can’t even walk straight because of Creed’s ankle lock as the referee raises his arms.

Winner: And New Holder of The Golden Opportunity Duke Drazin via pinfall

Bullseye: This match has a lot of people I can relate to but in particular this Elimination Chamber has two guys in it that will be entering for a 3rd time. Duke Drazin old buddy old pal, what a surprise. It really isn’t suprising to me that we are the only two to get into this chamber for a 3rd time let alone be able to survive 2 others and live to tell the tale. You and I don’t have much in common when it comes to personalities and history in the FWA but I think its safe to say because are careers have intertwined so often, we have a lot of things in common in terms of wrestling resume. Apart from the fact that we are the only two wrestlers to take part in 3 chamber matches, we’ve both held multiple championships but there is one thing that sets us apart, you’ve had your moment, and I haven’t. You won an Elimination Chamber, I haven’t. That was your moment for a few minutes you had the whole world reacting on your victory. Whether you were ignoring it or not, the spotlight was on you and you have taken advantage ever since. You are searching for a world title however and I am too so at least we can still see who gets to that pinnacle first, and if things go my way I will win this Chamber and win the world title. Who knows maybe its because there wasn’t as much on the line, as to why I didn’t come out victorious in the previous 2 chambers. No matter, I know I have a side-goal to accomplish in this Chamber and that is to take you out Drazin. You’ve been the same third person talking, grimacing, superstar for years and nothing really has changed about you other than the fact that you’ve gotten older and with age comes more in ring experience. Experience or not I’ve been in this company longer than you have and we’ve had our matches where we’ve gone back and forth but somehow I always have the upperhand. You can say that we are evenly matched Drazin but I think we both know that is a lie. However when it comes to a moment in the lime light I know you’ll brag to me about experiencing one and all I have to do is shake it off because I know soon enough my moment will come, I’ve had all the patience in the world, I have been without a world title for almost 4 years now in this business. Bullseye’s patience is running out though and Bullseye wants his moment just like you had yours Duke but Bullseye’s is going to be even bigger!



Bullseye: You see what I did there Duke I made fun of you, and I can do it without feeling bad because the troubles you have caused me are endless. Ever since you first came onto the scene in the FWA you have been nothing but a pestilent little fly. You have tainted my career with your constant annoyance and been in my business far too long. I am sick of you Duke and I want to put an end to your petty little existence in this Chamber where the only thing that will be left of you is your broken down body. I want to injure you so bad Duke that you will have no bone in your body that will be capable enough of moving. You will be down and out Duke and karma will rightfully be served. I know you haven’t forgotten your actions at Carnal Contendership a few years ago. Don’t play stupid with me Duke because I know you are still gloating about it. For those of you who are knew to the FWA let me give you a little history lesson on dear old Duke Drazin. The man who took me out, put me in the hospital, and ruined my North American title reign. When management punished me for being late to the show, I had to take the pin for Duke to win the title. I refused but they said if I didn’t take the pin I would be fired. Duke was the one who put me in the hospital and I was late because of him. The injuries he caused to my body left me unable to compete in the Carnal Contendership match where Duke was the 7th runner up and got the 6th and final spot in that years Golden Opportunity Chamber match, the same Chamber match where he won. You owe me your career Duke because you took me out and became the ultimate opportunist. It is my turn Duke, you had your moment with that Chamber win and I can’t bear to see you actually win a World Championship. This is my match to win Duke not yours, so you have to step aside and let the real men take care of business. You will forever be in the shadows Duke, hiding behind the big boys and staying away from the real competition. Experts are proclaiming you their favorite to win the Chamber, maybe they should open their eyes, wash their face, and rethink that decision. You and I may share the fact that we are two big name wreslters without a world title, but all of that is going to change in this Elimination Chamber. I am going to crush your skull against that steel Duke and then maybe you will see why this Sunday, it will be my moment of glory and not yours!

Stu picks up Darnell and goes for the DDT but suddenly Darnell gets an inside cradle on Stu. The referee begins the count. 1…2….3 and Stu kick out but it’s too late. Stu cannot believe. The referee raises Darnell’s arm up and hands him the FWA World Heavyweight title. Darnell holds the title and cannot believe it. He then raises the title above as the entire arena are at their feet clapping and cheering for Darnell.

Winner: And New FWA World Heavyweight Champion ‘Prime Time’ Darnell Porter

Bullseye: Out of all of my opponents I can honestly I am friends with one of them. It’s nothing personal really but this guy has just had my back and there’s a lot of respect between the two of us. I can never stay mad at Darnell Porter, Mr. Prime Time himself. No matter what we go through I always know that he’s one of those guys in this company that I can say is a really good friend of mine. Lately although we have been having some issues I still feel he is one of those guys that are really close to me in that locker room. Darnell and I have shared hundreds of moments together whether it’s in the ring or out of it. He and I have always had an ongoing competition between the two of us when it comes to in ring ability and winning matches. When we compete against each other, head to head, we make sure to give it all we got, leave nothing behind, we go all or nothing. The thing is though, Darnell and I both know no matter how many times we go head to head he will always have the upper hand until I claim a world title of my own. He had his moment at Carnal Contendership, almost 2 years ago in fact. He beat Stu St. Clair and earned the right to be called a world champion. Of course I showed happiness and praise for Darnell as he truly did deserve it and earned it the hard way. He’ll always brag about it though, he had his moment the crowd was on their feet. When I beat Shawn Cortez at Back in Business IV I got the World Heavyweight title shot where Darnell got in my way and inserted himself into my match. He envoked his rematch clause and it became a triple threat match. We both lost that match to Stu St. Clair and we’ve always known we but heads in that rings. I always ask myself when my moment will come and I am left curious. It’s like a question without an answer but things are about to change. Deep down Darnell knows it along with everyone else in the FWA. This is my time to have my moment and I don’t care what anyone says, I am going to get it. Not even you Darnell, Rap Star and all, you won’t even be able to stop me, you won’t get in my way if you’re wise. Knowing you however you’ll probably still try to take that title even though you however you’ll probably still try to take that title even though you have that briefcase with a title shot. Don’t lie to me Darnell I know you’re frustrated, I know you’ve been on the bad end of things lately so don’t take it out on the wrong people my friend. I respect you and I respect your World title victory 2 years ago but now it’s my turn for my moment.



Bullseye: You really could make a compare and contrast char for Darnell and I. I met Darnell early on in this business when we were both just getting started. We formed a bond of sorts, liking the same music, being huge sports fans and it was just a fun friendship. He’s a huge Chicago fan, I’m a huge Boston fan. However we both know when the time for friendship is and when the time for wrestling is. I hope none of you FWA fans forgot what happened earlier in the year, well last year if you want to be technical. When Darnell and I were the last two guys in that Chamber match at Back in Business V, we put on an epic match. It might’ve lasted a good 10 minutes or so but for an Elimination Chamber match that was something. We survived 4 other wrestlers who wanted to fight for the same goal we were. Coming down to him and I was some what of poetic justice. You see Darnell and I, we have similar roots, similar interests, and similar careers. There’s always been an argument as to who’s better. His World title may have elevated him to another level but head to head competition we’ve gone back and forth. We had so much on the line and it really came down to who wanted it more. I unfortunately got caught off guard and he capitalized, being the great wrestler he is, he found an opportunity and seized it. Darnell Porter and I fought in that chamber and he made me tap out. Darnell made me tap out, and I can honestly say I accept it. I hated the end result and I was disgusted at myself for quitting but I manned up, shook his hand and walked away, knowing damn well I blew it. It hasn’t been a year since that match so that means that this Elimination Chamber will be our second one in less than a year, and that also applies to Duke Drazin as well. Out of all the matches I have fought in I can easily say Darnell is the funnest to go up against but this match I am putting every personal opinion aside. He’s beaten me and I’ve beaten him the list of who’s beaten who can go on forever but we both know that at the end of the day there has to be the better man. That chamber match proved him the better man at the time but that was almost a year ago. This is a new chamber where I am ready for any Prime Time Experience he brings my way. There may be instances where we work together but at the end of the day both of us know that the ultimate goal is the World title and god knows how badly I want my moment to finally happen. It’s been coming for a long time and I can feel it on the horizon. Darnell won the World title already his moment is over; I am on the brink of mine.

Darnell can't help but let go as he falls to the ground with Gabrielle. The two hit the ground hard. Darnell rolls around cupping his wrist which is bleeding. Gabrielle has the FWA World Championship in her hands. The ring bell sounds, she's done it!

Winner and NEW FWA World Champion: Gabrielle via stipulation

Bullseye: The elegant, the graceful, the extraordinary, World champion, Gabrielle. Well atleast that’s how others describe her. To me Gabrielle is nothing more than a woman in a man’s sport. You had one match Gabrielle that you got the upper hand over everyone else in that ring. That one match with your explosive moveset, your enticing in ring ability and your extravagant attacks, helped you seal your name on the elite list of FWA World Champions not to mention you became the second women to hold the World championship. You can’t come close to compare yourself to the honorable Jillian De Silva. De Silva was someone who fought for the right reasons she was never at a boiling point. She knew that she loved that championship and it meant the world to her. To you though Gabrielle I don’t even know what that title means to you. I have an idea though, I believe that the World Championship is nothing more than an accessory to you. You don’t show any respect to that title and you deserve to get it ripped out of your hands. The best part about it Gabrielle is that this Sunday you are going to be an innocent helpless little girl begging for mercy. You won’t survive in that Elimination Chamber Gabrielle and deep down you know it. You’re afraid of losing your championship in a match that is out of control. What if you enter 1st? How are you possibly going to survive all 5 competitors? Yes you have your little puppet Andrew Johnson on your side but he is nothing more than a pawn in this Chamber. He is no threat and without him you are defenseless, you’ll have to fend for yourself. There are 5 other guys in that ring dying for what you have. You will not retain this title Gabrielle, you had your moment when you beat most of us in the Mile High match. Consider this a rematch of sorts apart from the fact that Creed is MIA. 4 of us in this match know what you’re capable of and we witnessed what you could do at Mile High, but the thing is Gabrielle that was Mile High, this is Trial By Fire, and most importantly this is the Elimination Chamber. You have no experience at all in the Elimination Chamber and that is ultimately going to be your downfall. I highly suggest you hang on to that title with all your might. Soon it will be stripped away from your hands and you’ll be back where you started, titleless, and in the women’s division. That way no one needs to worry about your petty, annoying, appearances anymore. What do you have to bring to the table Gabrielle. You are no De Silva, you’re not even close. You are a phony Gabrielle and I am going to expose you for the fake champion you are. You don’t deserve the glory you don’t deserve the spotlight, what makes you so special? You had one good match and unfortunately for the rest of us it gave you a moment to remember but your moment is over Gabrielle, it’s time for you to move on.



Bullseye: Gabrielle, Gabby, whatever your name, nickname, ring name is. Tell me something, do you honestly believe that you deserved that win in the Mile High match? You do honestly believe you are better than the rest of us? I don’t know about Drazin or Darnell or Creed but in one on one competition I can easily beat you. I’ve beaten Jack Severino a man you are clearly familiar with. I beat him while he was holding the world title. You see I’ve beaten plenty of champions in non title matches and yet I never find a way to beat them when the title is actually on the line. Then again I’ve never gotten a one on one opportunity before with the title at stake. I’m always in triple threat matches, stipulation matches, you name it. I want the title so badly that I sacrifice my body for it no matter what the damage is. You don’t know me well enough to realize that you underestimate me Gabrielle. I have always been underestimated and I honestly don’t care anymore. I am going to prove everybody wrong Sunday and that means everybody in that building will be in shock when I walk away with your title. You have nothing more to your resume than a World title win, so go back to the women’s division where you belong. You have done nothing in your career to assert yourself as a future hall of famer. All you’ve done Gabrielle is ride Jack Severino’s back and had an easy ride until he dumped you and left you alone because you are nothing more than a pathetic excuse for an FWA wrestler. He saw that you were holding him back and somehow you actually were so devastated you thought that if you competed in singles action against men you might prove a point. God must’ve heard your prayers Gabrielle because he gave you that victory at Mile High. I know the real you though Gabrielle and I know you are hiding behind that World title of yours. Once that title of yours is gone then you will have no choice but to show the FWA universe the real true coward behind that championship. Do us all a favor Gabrielle go back to competing against women because you are not wanted. I’ve faced women before hell, in that tag team title tournament for the Crossfire Tag gold, Carmine and I faced off against Aja and Moira Crawford and we humiliated them, we beat them because it had to be done. Just like this Sunday, I am going to beat you because it has to be done. You’re fluke of a title reign has to be ended before things get worse. You had your moment Gabrielle and I am sure you enjoyed it. Your moment is over Gabrielle and mine is about to begin.

Bullseye exits the balcony area as he shuts the door and enters his hotel room. He puts his jacket on and is getting ready to leave the room

Bullseye: You’re not going to see a rookie pull of an upset. You’re not going to see a tag team wrestler win singles gold. You’re not going to see a guy who talks in third person be the last man standing. You’re not going to see a washed up music mogul win another chamber, and most importantly you’re not going to see a women survive one of the most explosive matches in the history of the sport. What you’re going to see is an underdog; a man noone expects to have a chance at winning, walk out of that arena with the win. What you’re going to see is not just any moment, you’re going to see MY MOMENT!

Bullseye leaves the room as the scene cuts to black

[Engaged To Ouellet]

A Fathers Words



A little girl who looks to be no older than two or three, her eyes full of wonder and joy sits in her fathers lap. Her soft skin is a shade of caramel and her brunette hair is tied into pigtails with a pink bow sitting upon her head. Her smile is completely pure and untouched, she knows nothing but joy as her gravest concerns are solved with a hug from mommy or daddy. She giggles and tries to escape her fathers grip as he holds her close and rubs the stubble of his unshaven face against her, tickling her but the moment he stops she greets him with a loving hug only for him to do it again and make her giggle once more as she attempts to squirm away. Her mother watches on from the doorway of the family lounge smiling blissfully as she watches her husband and daughter play.

Gabrielle: Daddy that tickles.

Her father just laughs before trying it again though she manages to squirm free of his grasp to the unoccupied spot on the couch beside him...she looks back at him and pouts; an expression that in a decade and a half's time would make Jack Severino crumble to her desires. Though she quickly smiles and jumps at her daddy, almost tackling him as she crashes into him with a hug and giggles as she rubs her smooth cheek against his stubble prompting her father to hug her tighter as the two of them are completely blissful in the perfect moment. She then sits back down in his lap and rests her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as she throws cheeky glances up at him, playfully looking away every time he catches her staring upwards a game he all too happily plays along with.

Marcus: Isn't she just adorable Leah!

The girls mother just nods her head in reply as she grips the camera that dangles from around her neck in both hands as Marcus stops the game with his daughter and gazes down at her lovingly. She doesn't know it yet though he already does but as she gets older more and more she'll have him wrapped around her little finger such is his love for his little princess.

Marcus: You may be too young to understand this Gabrielle...but one day if you remember this you will...you are the best thing I've ever done with my life Gabbie, the very best.

Leah: Marcus you cant tell her that, that's putting too much pressure on her.

Marcus: She can do anything she wants to in life...no one will ever tell her there's something she cant do...the fools that do will always be proven wrong.

Leah: She's lucky to have a father like you Mark...even if she has made you soft.

Leah laughs at her own joke as Marcus smirks back at her and little Gabrielle giggles with her mother, her innocence swept up in the mirth of her family. Gabrielle then crawls out of her fathers lap and stands next to him as she jumps at him for a hug once more, he easily catches her and cradles her close to him where she kisses him on the cheek just as the flash of the camera goes off...



The hand-held camera of Jenny Ignito peers over her wife's shoulder and briefly focuses upon the voluptuous curves of her 34DD bosoms...

Gabrielle: Jenny this isn't 'that' kind of tape...this has to go to my parents.

Jenny giggles before panning the camera back up to the object in Gabrielle's hands, a framed picture of her father on a couch grinning broadly as his little girl stands beside him in a pink dress and kisses his cheek.

Jenny: You were a cutie even back then Gabs.

Its Gabrielle's turn to giggle now, as she briefly looks back at the camera and smiles.

Gabrielle: Thanks dad...it was the perfect gift.

Jenny then zooms the camera into the inscription along the bottom of the frame “never let anyone tell you there's something you cant do”. Gabrielle seems almost transfixed upon the image as a tear of joy runs down her face as the memory plays out in her head. Jenny's attention follows the tear as it drips from her chin and splatters upon her breasts, sending a hundred tiny droplets down across her caramel coated mounds. Jenny then walks around to sit beside her wife, she places a free hand around her shoulders prompting her to nestle her head against Jenny's own breasts as she places the picture of her and her father down and retrieves a second picture from her lap. This one as well sits inside a beautiful frame and is a picture of Gabrielle's mother, she is the source of her celebrated looks having passed down that alluring skin complexion and curvy figure to her daughter who sits on her mothers shoulders in triumph. In this picture she seems to be older perhaps four years old, with that same blissful smile upon her face as she holds a replica of the WWF World Championship over her head. Underneath is another inscription “You were always our little Champion now you're the worlds”.

Gabrielle: Thanks mum...you two always believed in me. I love you both.

Gabrielle turns to the camera in Jenny's hand and smiles as more tears of happiness well in her eyes as the video fades out...



Instantly we can tell that the camera has changed, gone is the ever so grainy footage as well as the shaky movements each time Jenny moved, now replaced by a much steadier and clearer image of a professionals steady hand and keen eye as he focuses upon the image of divine beauty before himself. She turns her attention towards him for a brief moment, glancing over her shoulder with a warm smile. The cameraman cant help but smile back at the FWA World Champion as he does his best not to leer at the tightly wrapped curve of her posterior...though his best efforts are in vain, causing an all too knowing smirk to cross her lips as she turns away to gaze out across the city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada before her. The lights of the high rise buildings light up an otherwise dark night skyline, which seems almost devoid of stars almost as if the very universe itself were giving The Goddess her privacy. The wind though cant get enough of her, coolly wrapping around her caramel coated body and dancing amidst her long dark brunette hair which is cast into the slight breeze. She is visual perfection as she stands on the rooftop of her and Jenny's apartment, with the cameraman capturing a moment in time he will never forget. A knee length silver dress tightly caresses her body to the point where every breathtaking curve of her body can be made out; her shapely hips, her smooth legs, her back which is bare all the way down until just above her firm buttocks. She has her legs crossed one in front of the other as she leans against the railing, resting her hands upon it, that simple placement arching her back and drawing the cameraman's attention firmly to her arse. From there his attention as well as all who watch follows the curves of her body downwards over the hemline of her dress to the smooth exposed caramel of her legs which are shown off perfectly as her feet are held aloft in stiletto heels. His attention slowly wanders back up her body, the moonlight glistening off her wedding ring as well as the hoop earrings that peek out from her wind ruffled hair as her heavenly voice alluringly drifts towards him.

Gabrielle: A new year is blessed with the reign of the divine. At Mile High I achieved the dream of everyone that has ever stepped foot inside an FWA wrestling ring as well as all those who someday hope to even just do that. It was there inside the Massacre cage I became the FWA World Champion and now stand atop the world as only the third woman to ever do so. That night was the culmination of a life's dream, and the greatest triumph of a fathers wisdom...

The cameraman can almost sense her serenely blissful smile before she brings her hands up to her hips and turns around to face him where he is indeed greeted by her expression of complete happiness as she gazes down at the golden Championship belt held in her hands. Though all who watch her don't linger their attention there for long as her silver dress parts like the red sea and exposes her full ample 34DD breasts which struggle for freedom against the silky smooth material which conceals them with the help of her lacy black bra which spills out over her dresses neckline. Though both items of clothing still seem to struggle, barely doing their job as even her attention falls upon her bosoms for a moment before she casts her ethereal blue eyes upon the lens of the camera.

Gabrielle: Never let anyone tell you there's something you cant do...the words that put my divine destiny into motion, the words that inspired me to do what seemed impossible. Those words still inspire me even now as I'm the most invalidated Champion in FWA history. I have accomplished all that there is too do so in the FWA; I created a mountain of triumph for women everywhere as Women's Champion...I inspired a generation of women as Tag Team Champion with my lovely wife Jenny...now I have shown that nothing is ever out of reach as World Champion. I walked into Mile High as an underdog, so many fans, so many of my 'peers' and of course the powers that be in the FWA saw no way for me to win...only my loved ones believed in me too shock the world. Which is exactly what I did; Duke Drazin, Darnell Porter, Bullseye Johnson, the former Champion Rocky Creed and my dear friend Andrew Johnson all sought to deny me and claim the glory for themselves. I did what seemed impossible and in one match beat every single contender for the belt that I now bless with my name...but there is no rest for the sweeter and so much tastier sex it would seem.

One would think that after I survived the Massacre there would be nothing left to prove or at least I could enjoy my throne atop the world. But of course that would be expecting far too much of Drew and Matthew...but petty childish has shocked even me in all my divine wisdom. Once again I am to be locked inside a cage with five men all vying to become the next FWA World Heavyweight Champion. Once again in one fell swoop I will defeat every challenger for my throne...friend and foe alike it makes no difference as one by one they will all fall inside the Elimination Chamber. The fact that the powers that be in the FWA cant handle having a female World Champion makes no difference, they can try their best and do their worst but it will still end in my favour. You see Drew and Matthew what you two fail to realise is that I am the very best that you have, its no luck unlike Rocky Creed that I am Champion...it is all due to my hard work year after year. My divinity has made me superior to all others, it has allowed me to live up to my potential when I was given just the smallest of chances...and my superiority to the mortals of this existence will see me leave Trial By Fire still THE Champion.

Her eyes are tinged with a seriousness as she then slides the Championship belt over her right shoulder, showing it off as the cameraman focuses his attention and thus all who view his work upon her barely contained breasts and sweetly alluring face.

Gabrielle: This is the future that will present itself to the world soon enough, the undeniable fact that I am everything I have ever said I am. I am the greatest wrestler in the world, I am an inspiration, a hero, an IDOL for half the planet and to the other half I am a dream, a fantasy, the most tantalising and sweet of unattainable desires. The millions worldwide that bow to me and take my words into their hearts are the blessed ones, the lucky ones who get to live vicariously through every single moment that I sit upon my velvet throne. While those that deny my word and deny my divinity may spew forth their obscenities upon me...it phases me not. My mind does not wander to thoughts of being cast down, or robbed...instead I am reminded of those that teased me as an adolescent. Those jealous souls that mocked the curves of my body, those same souls that have now undergone surgery after surgery in the hope of possessing the figure that I am blessed with. It is no different now...Duke you label me whore...Darnell you call me bitch and Bullseye you call me cocky, but I know what it all comes down to boys. Your jealousy, your envy inappropriately cast towards me as you see everything you want upon me; a loving wife, a successful career, the adulation of billions and most importantly to you materialistic mortals; the FWA World Championship.

She steps closer towards the camera as she teasingly caresses the Championship belt over her shoulder and allows her hand to linger upon her bosoms.

Gabrielle: Though she is beset on all sides by the heretic, the fallen and the despot our Goddess will rise above it all in her hue of caramel. Gabrielle 10.2

She giggles before gazing into the camera once more, her blue eyes all at once inviting and commanding as the video cuts out...



Once again we are greeted with the shakier footage of a hand held camera this time held by a more human Jack Severino as he sits ringside at a SHIMMER event filming a 20 year old Gabrielle in the ring with Daizee Haze. Most of the fans are on their feet cheering the action in the ring as Daizee misses a wild clothesline and Gabby plants her with what would in time come to be known as the 34DD DDT. “One...two...three!” the fans count along with the referee as Gabrielle then gets to her feet in celebration over winning her professional debut match.



Present day fades back into view now upon the smiling faces of both Gabrielle and Jenny who are only visible through the flickering red flame of several candles. The Goddess of Flame and Shadow's red hair cascades down from her head as she slides her full lips around one of her wife's succulent...fingers...eag erly tasting the delicious chocolate that had coated her finger. Both women's voluptuously contoured body's are presented like candy that'd make any man or woman feel like a kid in a candy store. The silver dress that had hidden the curves and lacy black underwear of the caramel and currently chocolate coated Goddess rests next to her head as its draped over the back off the white leather couch with the most coveted Championship in pro wrestling resting upon that. Jenny's soft creamy skin is left mostly untouched by the visual intrusion that is clothing as a green bra firmly and almost lovingly caresses her breasts, a g-string in a matching colour that also resembles the shade of green in her eyes peeks out from over the top of a tan coloured pleated skirt, which hides the top of her crossed thighs. Gabrielle sneaks a hand up under Jenny's skirt and in the process smears some melted chocolate upon her wife's leg causing her to giggle as she eyes up the FWA World Champion. Gabby's body though is even less concealed as only a strapless black bra desperately attempts to conceal her breasts with a few drops of melted chocolate trickling through the lacy material, her hips are adorned with the same lace of her boyleg panties which are sheer along the side of her legs...allowing the full curve from her dainty feet all the way up to under her breasts to be revealed. The two kiss passionately, their tongues dancing within their mouths for what seems a joyous eternity...which is mourned when they finally cease their kiss. The two giggle as Jenny then grasps at the small glass bowl full of chocolate sitting in her lap and rests it upon her wife's bosom, her ample cleavage easily holding it in place. Gabrielle then dips her finger inside the the pool of chocolate and squirms excitedly as Jenny licks away at it...

Jenny: Caramel coated in chocolate...my favourite.

The lovingly married couple both giggle playfully as they hold hands before Gabby then rests her head against her wife's shoulder.

Jenny: So yummy my sexy little World Champion.

The Goddess finally acknowledges the camera as she gazes up into it with her commanding blue eyes as her divine caramel glow seems to softly...faintly glow.

Gabrielle: And forever I will be!

Forever I will remain as the FWA World Champion...as I proclaimed to the world when the clouds of Mile High dissipated...I am to eternally be the Champion. Forever, eternally I will reign as Goddess atop the tallest of Mountains whether I am opposed by foe...or friend alike. As I emerged from the Mile High Massacre I will emerge from the Elimination Chamber. Bullseye...Darnell...Duke ...Andrew...and Chris will all fall one by one until only I remain. Only I Chris...though you are a good friend to me and you've told me so often how much you desire to be and as much as I would love to see you as World Champion...and would celebrate with you IF you win...I will instead have to shatter your dream. As hard as you have worked to get to this point and as much as you have had to endure in your life fighting to get out of Kerry's shadow I have worked so much harder to break boundaries that are put back in place time after time again. But everything happens for a reason...this has made me the most determined, the most deserving, the highest skilled wrestler in the world and trust me Chris there's a reason for you losing as well.

Through all your success and your lineage Chris you have never tasted success to my level, the accolades that bear your name were done a world away...unwitnessed by the fans that now watch the Great Siege take over Fight Night. Sure you have impressed the world in your short time here and I couldn't be happier for you Chris...watching you wipe the undeserving smug grin from Rocky's face the week after I did was a joy. A joy that you matched and even bettered when you struck Rocky down time after time until he could not stand any longer and had to be carried out of the FWA. You have done a great job Chris...I'm proud of you and all your efforts which see you competing for MY Championship already...no small feat by any means. But that is where it all ends at simply a shot at my Championship...an opportunity you can experience now so that next time you get a shot when my name is revered in the annals of history and I sit here with my lovely wife in retired bliss you know what it takes to become Champion...having done just short of what is enough in the Elimination Chamber. You see Chris I'm not simply taking from you...you are a good friend after all, I wouldn't spoil your fantasy and destroy your dream without giving you something in return; a learning experience.

This is the biggest stage of your career Chris...and even mine as well as it's my FIRST World Championship defence...everything you have ever done in life has been building up to this weekend. Your Championships in MLWA and AJCW have been preparing you for this opportunity, for this forthcoming night where you will try your hardest to become the Champion that the entire world looks up too. Making Bullseye Johnson look like an incompetent fool two weeks in a row, making PAJ question why he decided to join Anthony in standing against us, making every last person who watches your success hand in hand with your deserved confidence despise you completely has been preparing you for this shot against the best the world has ever been blessed enough to witness in her prime. The world will be watching Chris and everyone will see that you are worthy of this opportunity unlike everyone else in the Chamber...even Andrew who I beat alongside everyone else at Mile High.

As Jenny continues to watch on lovingly, caressing her wife's firm, voluptuous, succulent body Gabrielle grasps the FWA World Championship to her breasts tightly, hugging it, embracing it as if it means the world to her...which it does.

Gabrielle: You see Chris you and you alone are who I have to show to the world that I am superior to...everyone else I have proved that too already...I even sliced Darnell's wrist open; physical evidence of the dream I killed. I wont be so rough with you Chris...well unless you enjoy that sort of thing...which is understandable.

She coyly grins as she looks up into the camera.

Jenny: Such a naughty tease you are Gabby.

Gabrielle: Well while Jennifer Love Hewitt put up with him she did thank me for introducing her to Chris and his 'attributes'...apparently they were good enough to make her put up with him. You know all to well Jen that a Goddess cant help but ponder upon what she hasn't yet experienced. Just as Chris day after day and night after night lustfully ponders the sweet desire of becoming the FWA World Champion. A title you don't need to prove anything to your father Chris...I may have never met the man you are a better man than him...a true friend who has been there for the people you care about. You've never let the Great Siege down, you've never made us question bringing what some dub as a rookie into our group. So Chris even though you wont leave Trial By Fire as Champion I still expect the best from you, I still expect the performance of your life...well at least the performance of your life outside of the bedroom. The world is set to witness why we have put our faith in you so don't let us down Chris...you'll still get to travel this country with the Champion, you'll get to stand in the ring with the Champion night after night so its not like you are to be left with nothing Chris.

Jenny then runs one of her delicate hands down across Gabby's Championship belt as the two of them gaze at each other lustfully before with a giggle Gabrielle dips a solitary finger into the delicious chocolate and trickles it upon Jenny's check before slowly licking it off...knowing all too well how 'hard' she's making it for the cameraman to just stand there.

Gabrielle: Now from one friend to another, a man that me and Jenny know all too well having warred with him in the past in matches that people still talk about now. A man who is apart of the greatest tag team in history and founded what is the most dominant stable in history. A man I now call one of my closest and greatest friends...Andrew Johnson we have experienced so much together already. Sinful Sensuality and Aut Pax Aut Bellum struggled against one another month after month, title change after title change...it was against you and Dan that I showed to the world that I can stand in the ring with the male sex and hold my own night after night. Now it is with you as apart of The Great Siege that I stand atop the world having accomplished my greatest victory with you by my side...you played a role in my greatest triumph to date as you had so often in the past. You were there for me to celebrate having won the Mile High Massacre now as apart of the Elimination Chamber you will do the same. With three members of The Great Siege locked inside the chamber any other outcome is impossible...Duke, Darnell and Bullseye may love to think that inside the Chamber we will toss aside all friendships but they will be greeted by the sight of a Siege standing together casting them aside one by one until we're all that remains.

I know that you know that feeling all to well Andrew having tossed aside every challenger, every potential threat in the tag team division until just you and Dan remain. You and Dan are the newly crowned FWA Unified World Tag Team Champions...undeniably the greatest tag team the world has known just as with each day that passes and each time I crush a bug that calls itself a man under my high heels more and more people realise that I am indeed the greatest wrestler ever. I know that with all your success as apart of Aut Pax Aut Bellum the world you have conquered can seem almost unfulfilling with its easy competition. I know that because its what I feel every time that the FWA would put me back in the ring with a woman after I had already done and beat everything and everyone in that division. Empire X are just a distant memory...their brief reign atop the world is now forgotten and every challenger that has risen to dethrone you has fallen before you...just as they will do before me...even you Andrew. Like Chris and like I told you ahead of Mile High I would be nothing but happy for you if you shocked the world...but I cannot allow that, I cannot allow my divine reign to come to an end...so I will not allow it.

Andrew I know how much you want what I have...I've seen the longing gazes, I saw that look of disappointment when my hand was raised at Mile High and most of all I know what a great Champion you are. I know what a great World Champion you would make...I always have this is why I so proudly stand and fight alongside you and why no matter what happens between us in that cage we will still be friends when its all said and done. We will still be bound by The Great Siege and the change we are bringing to the world and most of all our friendship...I care for you like I do a...lover Andrew.

She playfully giggles as Jenny drops her jaw open in faux shock.

Gabrielle: Things wont change inside the Chamber...sure we may find ourselves as the only two left standing, the only two who can still hope to leave as FWA World Champion after everyone else has been eliminated. Even then if we put each other through hell when I walk out still the Champion there will be no ill will towards you Andrew, I respect how much you want this belt...it would disappoint me if you didn't. The three of us...The Great Siege; Andrew, Chris and The Goddess herself; me will stand in the ring when the dust settles and the cage is lifted.

She turns to face Jenny again, the two of them gazing into each others eyes as if nothing else in the world matters to them...Gabrielle giggles as her wife grasps at the small bowl of chocolate and slowly pours it upon her wife's succulent body as the video fades out to black...



Inside an FWA ring Gabrielle and Anyanka wrestle back and forth until the woman that would become a Goddess scores with the 34DD DDT and gets the pinfall. Noticeable cheers go up from the FWA fans watching. Most notably from the woman operating the camera and her husband by her side as the watch the woman draped in caramel confidently celebrate and throw a wave out towards the camera and her parents who had travelled across the globe to witness her FWA debut.



Purple, blue, yellow and red flower petals line the floor all around you and the hundreds of other people all around you. Every one of you here in the church of Gabrielle to pray and witness her divine decree ahead of Trial By Fire. Each person seems to have a GaBible in their possession with many of them reading through them now in search of their favourite passage or clutching them to their chests. The mahogany benches that everyone sits upon are trimmed with comforting purple velvet which also lines the aisle way next to you. You gaze around and admire the stained glass windows of her church, each one depicting one of The Goddesses many triumphs...with right above the podium before you is an image depicting her holding the FWA World Championship over her head. The softly beautiful strands of a violin delicately flow through the air creating an atmosphere that would be complete relaxation if it wasn't for the fact that you and all the others are desperate to see your Goddess in her divine caramel hue. A soft giggle captures your attention as you and everyone else turns their head in union to gaze upon Gabrielle herself. You cant help but squirm with excitement especially as she walks by you with Raquel Wednesday in tow...and casts you a loving smile. Knee high stiletto boots hugs The Mistresses feet and legs before fishnet stockings wrap around her thighs before disappearing underneath a blue pleated mini skirt. An old white Midnight Carnivale tee hugs her upper body and a white veil hangs over her face as she strokes the riding crop in her hands whilst staring at Gabrielle's curvaceous posterior. You too cant help but admire her beauty as she proceeds to stand atop the pulpit before the church's altar. She is every bit as beautiful as you had envisioned whilst gazing at her many pictures and watching her many triumphs on television over and over. In fact she looks even more divinely perfect in person, her skin coated in that alluring shade of caramel looks as divine as ever. You take the time to admire every single inch of her starting at her feet which are hugged by a white pair of stiletto heels that shape her legs perfectly. From there inch after inch of her long smooth legs are left bare until reaching the hemline of her floral patterned purple mini skirt. From there a pink v-necked sheer top does little to cover her body or the shoulderless black corset underneath it. Her ample full breasts flow over the top of the lacy black material like liquid caramel as the neckline of her top plunges past her bosoms. Her lips are kissed with her loving smile and her ethereal blue eyes adorn her softly sweet face as her flowing brunette hair is done up upon her head. The jewellery upon her body is limited to her wedding ring and a pair of gold hoop earrings which sparkle under the spotlight proudly beaming upon her, though nothing shines as brightly as the FWA World Championship wrapped around her hips as her delicate voice caresses your being.

Gabrielle: I stand before all of you today...all of the chosen ones blessed enough to be here with me on this night as Trial By Fire looms ever closer with each passing moment. Inside the Elimination Chamber I am set to defend my Championship against five men. Two who are as close to me as family and three who I will punish for their sins. This is the first time this match has ever been seen in the FWA at any other night than Back In Business, year after year men have competed to have the Golden Opportunity that Darnell Porter currently has...this time though they foolishly seek to dethrone the Goddess. Never before has a Champion had so many contenders in such a short time nor ever have been locked inside a cage so often. I am the Divine Siren, The Goddess...I am the most beloved and worshipped Champion ever...I am the most successful Champion in history but that is denied by the jealousy and petty sexist ideals of mortals. But still despite all that I stand tall above it all just as I will when the fourth Elimination Chamber match is over.

All you people here with me know this all to well, it is why you desire my adulation through my mere presence and why I bless you all with it. Men like Darnell Porter dream of such a thing, he fantasises about ever getting to experience divine joys with me as he gazes upon my images. He along with the many other tasteless mortal men of society consider himself as a charmer and a ladies man when all he really is, is a creep. You showed the world the extent of your perversion when you tried to give me a tour of your life and showed us the ceiling of your bedroom...now I will show you the ceiling Darnell. The ceiling of the arena as you experience the closest thing to a divine orgasm as I mount you and crush your dreams instead of letting you live them. I can only imagine how much the temptation and lust has grown in you Darnell...to get into Mile High you had to give up sex for thirty days...leaving you with just your hand night after night. Not only did you fail to win at Mile High and make your sacrifice worth it but I slashed open your wrist Darnell...leaving you with nothing...no way to alleviate all the blood that rushes from your head each time you think of me.

If you weren't such a crass example of a man I'd almost feel sorry for you not being able to enjoy any form of what is the utmost pleasure in life. Then again it wasn't as if you were missing much Darnell, you said it yourself before the Massacre...you're quick...

The Goddess giggles teasingly as Raquel lustfully licks her lips.

Gabrielle: And still you wonder why I have no time for a little boy like you when a Goddess such as I needs a lover that can completely fulfil me. But even that's not the worst part of you Darnell...you're a coward as well even though you would deny that in favour of trying to convince the world you are something special. I urge you though to consider how long ago the last Elimination Chamber was, how long ago you won the Golden Opportunity and how you still have yet to use it Darnell. Sure you have Championship opportunities since then; against Boudreau, against Drew, against Rocky and now ME but its always amidst chaos Darnell...you always have a scapegoat to protect yourself. You fear having to challenge one on one for the FWA World Championship and being exposed by the best in the world...you've made a mockery of the Golden Opportunity and what it takes to be considered elite. When I think of you I am angered Darnell...I was kept down for so long and denied my dreams as someone like you had their ego spoon food but still fell short as often as Rocky Creed. You even have the nerve to compare your struggles to my own, you believe you compare to me in any way when in reality you are no more than a speck of dust on my stiletto heel.

I am a Goddess...having to put up with you is the feeling you would get if a cockroach sat down beside you and plead to you that you are one and the same. Your an insignificant nothing claiming that a divine being sold her soul to get the world...I've always had the world Darnell, you and every man like you hangs on my every word wishing you could have a moment with my company and gaze upon my voluptuous curves. I am after all what you desire more than the FWA World Championship...winning my title will not make up for your failed run as World Heavyweight Champion but bedding down with me would make up for your every failure ever. You will never get that though Darnell...I will never absolve and redeem you I would rather choke the life out of you just as you choked at the Massacre. So Darnell give up your dream of becoming Champion and this fantasy that I will be your bitch...

A look of contempt crosses her face at the mention of the word, a feeling you cant help but match with your own disgust.

Gabrielle: And want your Prime Time Experience. Its all a fantasy Darnell...I make you realise this, I will make you face that you are not what you wish you were.

Raquel brushes her riding crop against Gabrielle's breasts as she pauses her passage.

Gabrielle: Now from one joke to another; Bullseye Johnson the unloved Son of Liberty who just like Darnell has an undeserved ego. Both of you consider yourselves as greats who simply haven't had that defining opportunity to show your worth but where Darnell considers himself a ladies man you simply further your delusion as a great wrestler. You had the nerve to interrupt the now fallen false Champion Rocky Creed and claim you were the star deserving of the spotlight. You have the nerve to interrupt Chris Kennedy before he humbled you in front of the world two weeks in a row. You have the nerve to question my divinity, question mine and everyone else's belief in me and pass it off as arrogance while you are the most guilty of this. You have done nothing to hold yourself in such high regard and dare to throw contempt towards me...you have faltered at every big opportunity you've ever had.

Twice you have lost in an Elimination Chamber, twice you have lost the North American Championship and twice you have failed to capture the FWA World Heavyweight Championship...and now after Trial By Fire it will be twice that you have failed to become FWA World Champion. Success is just not to be for you Bullseye, you are a forgettable North American Champion and didn't compare at all to Aut Pax Aut Bellum while you were still a favoured Son. Now you are nothing, you are on a losing streak Chris Kennedy, Duke Drazin...even James Sync, James Sync of all people has defeated you in recent weeks. Bullseye you are lucky that Drew needed six people for this match, lucky that Chris ended Rocky's career because otherwise you would not be in this match, you have done absolutely nothing to deserve this shot. You will continue to do nothing, just as you did in the Massacre so it will be inside the Chamber. The saddest part of all is you are still living off of a success from years ago, you still haven't done any better than when you somehow defeated the great Jillian De Silva.

Now you are hoping to relive that moment and defeat another great woman...a Goddess in fact that is superior to all others even Jillian and all her accomplishments I have bettered those and I will never allow myself to be humiliated by you Bullseye. You will never climb to the top of the wrestling mountain like you reached the pinnacle of Mixed Martial Arts...you should have stayed there Bullseye and had the luxury of only having to face jokes like Brock Lesnar instead of a Goddess like me. Which doesn't seem so far off when I ponder how often you disappear from the ring...it cant be long until you are gone for good and thus do the FWA a big favour by your absence. I still have your bags packed from Mile High anytime you need them Bullseye, anytime you feel the urge to run away with your dick tucked between your legs I have made sure you are ready.

Again she giggles playfully, her mirth teasing Bullseye even more.

Gabrielle: There's no point in you even showing up for the Elimination Chamber...third time is not the charm you will lose another one of these matches. The biggest Elimination Chamber match in the history of the FWA looms before you Bullseye, a match offering the prize that is still an arms length away every other time four men are locked inside a pod. Bullseye you can believe in yourself and any experience you have in this match just as Duke does...but I have done something that no one else in this match has done...in fact I have done things that no one else in that match has done. Division after division, Championship after Championship I have conquered and unlike you, unlike Duke, unlike Darnell, even unlike Andrew and Chris I am the FWA World Champion. I am the most experienced...

She coyly bits her bottom lip as Raquel smirks at The Goddess all too knowingly.

Gabrielle: wrestler in this match, I know what its like to perform on the grandest stages, I know what its like to be under pressure and I know that despite the experts claims I am no underdog in this match...I am untouchable. I cant be compared to in any way...99.9% of the human population is utterly beneath me, beneath my touch and even my care. You are the perfect example of this Bullseye in a perfect world I would never have to associate with someone like you in any way...I will show why this weekend, I will put the cherry on top of the embarrassing cake that has been your career when yet again you flounder when given a shot at the top.

She clasps her hands together and gazes out amongst her congregation...her attention seems to linger upon you and envelop you with bliss before she delicately caresses the FWA World Championship. Everyone around you almost seems to know her next words, they can sense who...or what she is about to speak of as her Church falls deathly silent.

Gabrielle: Now for the Fallen False God; Duke Drazin...the loser of a decade long war with the sadly deceased Matt Boudreau. The loser of Championship match after Championship match...how often you have tried to win either, more often than not combining the two for one spectacular loss. Loss after loss Duke it is what sums up your career...while you may have won some of time, they were all so meaningless....you are an example of what happens when someone cashes in the Golden Opportunity; failure. You have even embraced your less than stellar career by parading around the fact that as a false god you were fifty/fifty...not quite a winner, while not being a complete loser. Duke unlike your foolish self beliefs, your delusions and the rubble that is your church I am true divinity, I am THE Goddess Gabrielle. An inspiration and Idol to the world...you may hope yourself to be the undoing of my world but you are nothing Duke, you have done nothing. With Fight Night in turmoil after Boudreau passed on to be replaced by Drew and Rocky...I brought everything into the light.

You are no competition to me Duke, none at all, you are not the Devil to my divinity...I would have forced you to realises this if we had of got the match Drew Jolson originally planned for. Me and you one on one...it could have been a war of the immortals both false and true. It could have been the match to settle the war between us, the rubber match that we have long awaited and the latest evidence that you are simply not good enough Duke. Though still you would have lost then as you will here at Trial By Fire amidst all the chaos. Your time spent in these matches in the past makes no difference, you may have even won an Elimination Chamber before...but it was just a match that gave you the opportunity to lose to Boudreau once again. This time around it is the biggest match in the history of the FWA...a match that will be remembered in infamy as I once again brush aside all challengers. Brushed aside by a...'whore' as you so childishly put it Duke, what will that make you, twice in a row, twice inside a cage defeated by me?

Less than a whore Duke, its what you'll have to face when the match is done, that you are truly lesser than me, just like everyone else you are lesser than me. All these delusions of yours and everyone else that I am a woman in a man's world...will be shattered. The blatant chauvinism that has followed my career every step of the way will be itself made a mockery. I am a woman who has conquered the world, A Goddess who has the luxury of looking down upon everyone else and already witnessing how this plays out. Deep down you know this Duke and you respect this as much as you deny it, you and everyone else as well respects The Goddess atop the Mountain...none of you dared to interrupt my victory ceremony, my official coronation as the best in the world. You all watched in stunned awe...unable to comprehend that someone of the sweeter sex was FWA World Champion. It must have burned you Duke when you compared your false divinity to mine, time after time you have competed for this Championship and failed while I conquered the world the first instant that I set out to. I am truly better than you Duke but don't cast yourself into despair over this for I am better than everyone...

She pauses and gazes out amongst you and her other worshippers as in union they speak out.

Church of Gabrielle: So it was written, so it is now known, so it shall forever be...our Goddess is better than thee. Gabrielle 2.1.

She steps out from behind the podium and her attention falls upon you and your wife once more with a loving smile...you cant help but be proud...proud of your daughter who you knew from the start would do great things and as you always told her she never let anyone tell her there is something she cant do...just as she will prove all her doubters wrong in the Elimination Chamber

[Eyesnsane]

Fight Night, after the tag match backstage…..

[Killemall is on a strecher and being wheeled out of the arena with Alana following him closely. Eyesnsane turns away from the door they just exited and starts walking down the hallway with a look of rage on face, he knocks some items off of a table, turns another one over.]

Eyesnsane: Messages, we want to send messages now.

Emily: I’m here to get a few words from James…

Eyesnsane: You want a few words; well I’ll give you a few words. Juan, I get it. I understand how scared you must be wherever you are hiding right now. This was never about that title; this has not even been about a match for you. You have the nerve to think you are going to use me to send a message, to make a statement. You had better think again, you can’t push a man over the edge, which already willingly jumped over. This past couple of weeks you have only managed to unlock a dark place in me. The time for words is over, there will only be actions, I will hunt you, there will be a fight, and there will be blood, and you will never be the same again. You only superficially think you’re a bad ass, a tough guy. You have no idea what true evil is, but I will show you, I WILL TEACH YOU AN EVIL SO PURE YOU COULD NOT EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE THE DEPTHS OF TORMENT I WILL PUT YOU THROUGH.

[He then turns to another table and slams his hand down on it so hard it breaks the table in half. Just then Scott Chadwick walks up to him.]


Scott: Look man; take it easy, because you ain’t scaring anybody throwing some kind of temper tantrum back here.

Eyesnsane: What? Are you talking to me?

Scott: I don’t see anybody else getting stupid back here but you, maybe if you could win a match people would show you some respect around here.

[Eyesnsane starts to laugh.]


Scott: Yeah, that’s right you are pretty funny.

[Eyesnsane pushes Scot while still laughing. Scott then punches Eyesnsane in the head right in the temple. Eyesnsane starts to laugh even harder and louder while looking right in Scott’s eyes. He then grabs Scott’s neck with one hand.]


Eyesnsane: You will never be the same again…

[He pushes Scott out of a nearby exit still holding the man by his throat. The cameras follow him out to the parking lot, where Eyesnsane pushes Scott next to a car. Scott tries to fight back against Eyesnsane, but after a moment Eyesnsane slams the mans head into the side of the car, he then open the trunk of the car and quickly shoves the man inside the trunk slamming it closed, he then walks over to the drivers door and gets in the car all the while laughing almost uncontrollably. He then quickly drives off.]


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An old abandoned warehouse……





[The cameraman enters through a door and in the distance a figure can be seen, throwing punches and kicks, and knees into a concrete pillar. The camera approaches slowly, closer and closer to the figure. The room is dimly lit by light through windows; there is a table just behind the figure with various items on it. There also appears to be a person sitting in a chair facing the opposite way of the camera. As the camera reaches the figure and he comes more into focus, Eyesnsane can be seen wearing black boots, black pants, and no shirt. His hands are tapped in a style similar to a boxer, even in the dimness of the room it is easy to see he is drenched in sweat and can be heard talking to himself as the camera finally reaches him.]


Eyesnsane: Determination, hunger, motivation.

[He throws a left handed blow that breaks off a piece of the concrete pillar, and then slowly turns around to face the camera, with a look on his face unlike any we have seen on his face before.]


Eyesnsane: I see you found your way to my happy place. I hope you did not get lost. Come, come I was just getting in some training for my fight. I…

[He pauses, as if completely frozen for a moment.]



Cameraman: This is your happy place? What’s going on, who is sitting over there?


Eyesnsane: Questions, questions, questions, everybody seems to have questions now. How did it come to this? Why did he push me? Why don’t the voices like me?


Cameraman: I’m sorry what voices? Are Alana and Killemall here? Is that him over there?

[Eyesnsane grabs both sides of his head fro a moment and then takes a step toward the cameraman and the cameraman takes a step back.]


Eyesnsane: No, nobody is here, but my special friend there. Alana and Killemall are not allowed to come out and play tonight, but oh, what fun I will have. Just think of it, all the officials Juan has abused, surely they will let me do whatever it is I want to tonight. Oh, and let’s not for get about my good friends the ring crew, they have already let me know where all the fun toys will be left under and around the ring.

[Pausing again as a sick and sadistic grin comes across his face; Eyesnsane turns toward the table and places his hands on the edge of it as he leans down a bit. The cameraman cautiously moves in closer as objects on the table come more into view. There are brass knuckles, a 2X4 wrapped in barb wire, a kendo stick, a crowbar, a baseball bat….]


Eyesnsane: You see it takes certain things to really be a champion, certain things our friend Juan seems to be missing. While I must admit he is a very confident competitor. He lacks determination, I’m sure everything seem just great before he walked away with the precious, wonderfully beautiful piece of leather and gold that is the Young Lions Championship. You get a couple of wins, a few interviews, and the intense hatred of fans everywhere. No friends, plenty of new enemies in the making, and in the good graces of Drew Jolson. What more could a guy want? Then along comes a battle royal, and somehow, someway his feelings got hurt, he became the champion fame forgot. You see his entire title reign has been more about my momentary pause in progression, than his wherewithal to win. My determination is a proven fact. In that time and time again I have battled, sometimes I have lost, sometimes I have won. Yet no matter what or who, I still remain, steadfast. My staying power is quite evident and that seems to bother Juan, or perhaps it’s the respect I have had to earn, struggle and fight for around here that he has yet to attain. Although the man was given not one but to opportunities to score a victory over me, he chose instead to make a statement, or to send a message, while trying to fool himself into believing he is in the driver’s seat.


[Eyesnsane begins to laugh out loud in a very cryptic manner that makes the seated individual noticeably shudder. Picking up the crowbar from the table and turning toward the camera again, he quickly slams it into the table breaking a part of the table as he lets the crowbar fall to the floor. As this happens the picture turns and shakes a bit as it is obvious the cameraman was startled by his actions and jumped a bit.]


Eyesnsane: You, know Juan has made a big deal of the fact that in one month he has attained a title that I have sought for almost a year now. In his world and in his mind that is an advantage or justification of how much better he is than me. Although deep down he knows the truth, the cold, ugly, unrelenting truth of the matter is that the advantage is really mine. Consider how easy it was in fact for him to acquire my precious title.

[He walks around the table toward the seated person and leans in close to the person as if to whisper into there ear.]


Eyesnsane: There was no flirtation, no chase, and no foreplay. It was just a cheap, quick, no frills one night stand. It’s like going to the bar just before closing and walking right up to the lonely drunk chic for the quick ride. Then you wake up the next morning and realize what a mistake last night was. Or to put it more mildly, Juan actually makes for the perfect transitional champion, and the worst thing is, he knows it. Just like we all know that you can’t turn the drunk chic at the bar into a long term relationship. Juan knows who the real champion is, he very quickly realized who the lion is, and his actions back that statement up fully. He has no idea what it is to want that title, to need that title, and not just for some superficial sense of validation. Juan lacks the experience to fully grasp the meaning of a title here in the FWA. The time has come for me to take my rightful place among the champions of the FWA, and nothing will stop that, you see my time here has been leading right up to this very moment. I have seen it, waited for it, dreamt of it. I have paid my dues, persevered, struggled, climbed and clawed my way to this point and I will not be robbed of it, not again, not this time.

[He slowly stands back up straight and smacks the seated person in the head twice at which point it can be seen that the person’s head is covered. The person must also be gagged as all that is heard is low level mumbling as a result of the hits. Eyesnsane moves back toward the table and ducks below it, after a moment he produces a ladder that he pulls out from underneath it and then sets up next to the table. He then moves back to the table and grabs the brass knuckles and puts then on. He turns back around to the seated person and nails him in the head knocking him out of the chair. The person is making a noise that must be a scream though it’s muffled because of what must be a gag. Then Eyesnsane picks up and fold the chair the person was seated in and raises it above his head, and as he starts to swing it downward he turns slamming it onto the table and is again facing the camera with his eyes open so wide they appear both bright and as if they are about to pop out in the dark space that is this warehouse.]


Eyesnsane: In order to be a champion, you also need motivation. Something Juan continues to prove he lacks. Come on, the guy get’s himself DQ’ed instead of fighting like a man and a real champion, then has the bright idea to attack me in the back, but gets upset because my friends had my back. That motivated the guy to go to the corporate office to complain. The big bad bully went to go tell on me. We have yet another match and once again he gets himself disqualified. Then the answer is to have Over the Edge banned from ringside and makes the match a hardcore match. So, Juan you are about to get what you want. You know what motivation is Juan, I’ll tell you. Motivation is me taking you lightly and handing you that belt, it’s you having been here all of five minutes and declaring me a stepping stone. It’s you not being man enough to fight me time and time again, it’s the insult that you think I need help to beat you. Motivation for me is your attacks, in the back, all the trash you have spewed from that hole you call a mouth. It’s the fact that you thought making this a match where I can use any weapon I find on you is to your advantage. You see I get it, I understand what your point has been these last couple of weeks, you believe your own hype, and that’s a very dangerous thing. The fact is Juan, you have not beaten me, and deep down in the core of your gut you know that you can’t, and you know that you won’t. There is no easy way out for you tonight, and I will not only beat you within an inch of your life I will make you suffer every step of the way. None of these weapons makes a difference, not one!

[He slams his hands down on the table, then he turns around and picks the man up from off the floor, and scoop slams him down on the ground. He then picks him up again and lays him on the table. The man is laid out across the folding chair the 2X4 covered in barbed wire and other weapons, then Eyesnsane pulls out the kendo stick from underneath the man, and begins to beat the man with it until it breaks, at which point he then pulls the hood off the mans head to reveal a bruised and crying Scott Chadwick, then he turns toward the ladder and climbs up to the top of it and hits “A Splash of Insanity”. Without the slightest delay Eyesnsane gets up.]


Cameraman: My God, Scott, you’ve had Scott all this time, you, you’re ….

Eyesnsane: YOU SEE, JUST LIKE THAT JUAN!!! YOUR FIRST MISTAKE WAS CHOOSING ME. YOU HAVE LET YOUR SO FAR EASY RIDE CLOUD YOUR BETTER JUDGEMENT. YOU COULD HAVE JUST TAKEN YOUR BELT AND WE COULD HAVE JUST HAD OUR MATCH AND THAT BEEN THAT, BUT NO YOU WANT TO MAKE IT PERSONAL, YOU WANT TO GO TO WAR, YOU WANT TO MAKE THREATS. YOU SAID YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE ME IN A POOL OF MY OWN BLOOD. WELL I GOT A NEWS FLASH FOR YOU KID MANY HAVE TRIED BEFORE YOU AND I’M STILL STANDING, I’M STILL FIGHTING, AND I’M STILL THE GUY YOU SHOULD NOT WANT TO PROVOKE. YOU WANTED A WAR YOU GOT IT!! YOU MAY HAVE FIRED THE FIRST SHOT BUT THAT’S FINE, JUST FINE BECAUSE IN THE END WHEN THE DUST SETTLES AND THE SMOKE CLEARS I WILL STILL BE STANDING TALL. WHEN YOU HEAR THAT BELL RING THE SECOND TIME I WILL BE THE NEW YOUNG LIONS CHAMPION. BUT IT WON’T STOP THERE I WILL NOT STOP THERE, YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU CHOSE ME JUAN.

[He begins walking toward the cameraman, as he takes a step foreward the cameraman takes a step back.]



Cameraman: Hey, man calm down, ok look he’s not here man, he’s not here….

Eyesnsane: YOU F************ UP JUAN, IT DOES NOT STOP HERE, NOT TILL I END IT. HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR TIME WITH THAT BELT BECAUSE IT’S OVER. I’M COMING FOR YOU JUAN, I COULD BE IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR RENTAL CAR, IN YOUR DRESSING ROOM, AROUND THAT DARK CORNER, TONIGHT THERE ARE NO RULES, ANYTHING GOES, TONIGHT YOU ARE GOING TO GET WHAT YOU ASKED FOR!!!!

[He continues to walk toward the camera with his eyes bulging and sweat dripping from his face. Just then the picture turns and shakes, the camera then falls to the ground and all that can be seen is darkness. But you can here Eyesnsane screaming Juan, Juan, Juan…]





Cameraman: No, please I didn’t…….AHHhhhh……..

[Everything is quiet for a moment and the screen goes black.]

[Death Approaches]

The Way of the Warrior


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The scene opens up in a plane, there are people in every seat that you can see, some are sleeping, others are playing games with cards with other passengers, and others just are minding their own business. Flight attendants are passing through the seats with carts that have snacks, drinks and other stuff to sell, they are passing by every row and asking passengers, some buy, others just say no to them. In the back part of the plane there are a couple of rows with only one or two people, and in the third row from the back we see two familiar faces, one is a woman, she is talking to the flight attendant possibly buying something, that woman is Amethyst, she is using a black jacket that covers her assets, her black hair falls on her shoulders as she smiles and laughs. Beside her, looking by the window of the plane is FWA’s TV Champion, Anthony, he is also wearing a black jacket, but his has the word ‘TOOL’ in the front. He looks by the window and he is slowly closing his eyes. He has his left hand on his face, holding his face and touching his black hair. He takes a deep breath and he closes his eyes, meaning he is now fast asleep…


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The dream begins in the middle of a training area, but this isn’t a normal training area with heavy bags, speed bags and all that other stuff but rather an arena with wooden dummies, bulls eyes on walls with javelins stuck to it and a bunch of other stuff that wouldn’t be normal or even legal right now. In the distance you hear metal clashing against metal. The view slowly shifts around and we see two men fighting with shields and swords, they both have helmets that cover their faces, but these swords aren’t wooden practice swords but rather the real deal, the sound of metal clashing against metal is produced by the two swords clashing against each other, these produce the occasional spark fly around. Both swordsmen are pretty talented, clashing sword against sword, avoiding to even get hit on the shield. Both men swing, jump and dodge the other’s shot like if they weren’t facing each other but rather thinking as one. One of the men, the one on the right, is shorter than the other, he is red from both the exercise and the sun hitting his skin above, his arms are a bit muscular and he is wearing only a style of short pants, the other, the one on the left is using a breastplate and short pants like the one on the other side, he is white, really white, you’d doubt that under this sun you wouldn’t have a tan, but he doesn’t. Both men trade blows on each other’s shield, until the man on the right throws a hard shot onto the other man’s shield, the other man blocks it and pushes his opponent’s sword away until he stumbles back and the man on the left raises his sword and hits the other man on the helmet with the butt of his sword, making the other man fall down on his back. And when he falls the one on the left puts his sword on the throat of his opponent. The man on the floor takes off his helmet off as the other man takes his sword away from his throat. The man smiles, his black hair is now covered with a little dirt and you can identify him as PAJ, the other warrior gives him his hand and helps him up. This man now takes off his helmet, revealing his black hair that moves a little bit with the wind, he is non other than Anthony. He smiles at his friend and they both start walking forward, taking straps of their shields off and take them off, throwing them to the floor with a ‘Clang!’ Anthony pats PAJ on the back as they keep on walking.

Anthony: You got to work on your patience PAJ, sometimes your best offense is your defense.

PAJ lets out a slight laugh as he rubs his neck.

PAJ: Yeah, like you should be one to talk Anthony. Anyways, you know that you are facing the Big Five at the event right?

Anthony: Yeah, I know, it’ll be tough, but it’s not the first tough fight that I go through is it? I know how all of them work and that is one important thing – knowing everyone. Because you need to know your opponents and yourself to succeed in battle, and that is what we gladiators are made for, isn’t that right?

PAJ: Yeah, it is. But you know, right now it is time to stop training, not all in life can be training, you know that right?

Anthony: We live by the sword and we’ll die by the sword…

Anthony shrugs his shoulders and says ‘Meh,’ meanwhile PAJ sighs. They are both by a wooden table right now, away from the training area, some sort of dining room. They both pass by a couple of people and decide to sit in a far away table. PAJ looks at Anthony and starts talking to him.

PAJ: You know, that’s one of your problems, you don’t know where life starts and your work ends, I know you enjoy this stuff with all your heart but you can’t possibly think that you always have to be training hard like that. Think about that, I’ll be back in a bit.

He stands off and Anthony sighs, he looks down at the wooden table and looks at his hands. They are a little marked by the sword he was holding.

Anthony: PAJ is kind of right… but not entirely, you can’t stop doing your work, even when you are not being paid, because in this business… you got to know everyone around you… you cannot think that just because you are on your very prime that no one can stop you. Because when you least expect it… WHAM! They take you by surprise and take you down. You got to know your opponents to know what you are dealing with because sooner or later you are going to face everyone, you can’t just expect to fight one or two guys and make it to the top. Becoming a champion could take years here as a gladiator, to become the most important person you need to stay on your feet, know everyone and know that you could one day be facing that very same person. You can’t trust anyone that’s for sure, I got to be honest, PAJ is a great guy and all… but my question is, can I trust him? I know him, but it could only take a few seconds for him to turn his back on me. It always only takes a few seconds… that is why is important to always know your opponent, like I know mine in this fight.

Anthony stops talking as PAJ returns, he has in his hand a bowl with some kind of cream, he sits on the opposite side of the table, facing Anthony, his fingers are covered in the cream and he has a little by his lip. He finishes eating the gulp that he had in his mouth and looks Anthony straight in the eyes.

PAJ: So… you sure you want to do this? I mean I know you’ve waited for this, but are you sure you can take the five all alone? I mean, these guys are the toughest team to ever step into the arena.

Anthony: For sure… Why are you asking me anyways?

PAJ: It’s just that as a friend I am worried about your health. I know you think you maybe invincible, at times you even look like it, but the truth is that you are not. You should think about things before you go full steam ahead with this plan, you know.

Anthony: Don’t worry about it, I CAN do it. Anyways, I don’t even know who you are facing…

PAJ: Well, I don’t exactly know about this guy much, but they say that he is a real rebel…

At the mention of the word ‘rebel’ the dream begins to flicker, Anthony holds his head and a voice, Anthony’s voice begins to sound from apparently far away.

‘It’s time for you Rebel, you have been a great performer over the years, but you know that you can’t keep this up. You are a great competitor, but you have been doing this for far too long. They have been saying this for quite a while, and you have proven them wrong, but how long can you keep doing it? The body needs time to heal, and as we get older, we need more time, your metal hell match was one that was brutal, and there are a lot of people asking if you are in condition to come back to the ring? Maybe you are for a normal match, but Rebel this isn’t a normal match, this is a title match. A title match is something that you need to go in tip top shape and I know you aren’t. Your time is out Rebel, and ours is slowly slipping right through our fingers. For FWA the future is shaping greatly, it’s time for a new breed of superstars, superstars like Juan Lopez, Eyesnsane, Killemall and even though I dislike to admit it time for superstars like Chris Kennedy. They are the future of this business and we can’t overlook that. It’s time for people that have been here for a long time to hang up their boots and let the new generation pass. Even though I respect you Rebel, I know that you will not be a challenge for me, as I have faced against all of the superstars of today and superstars of the future and I have held my own against them. I have defeated them fair and square. Rebel, I have faced you in the past and have teamed with you also, I know your moves and your technique because I knew that one day you would come after me. In tag team bouts I have defeated you, but never in singles competitions. But this doesn’t matter because it was the same with Jibade before and I defeated him. I know when I have to put my boots on and go all out, this is the time for it Rebel. It’s my title on the line and I am not losing it easily… because it sure as hell wasn’t easy to earn…’

The dream returns to normal and Anthony shakes his head, PAJ looks worried about his friend.

PAJ: Umm, are you feeling okay?

Anthony: Yeah, it was nothing; I’m just a bit… tired…

Someone can be heard screaming from outside, PAJ looks up and nods. He gets up and touches Anthony by the shoulder.

PAJ: You better get your head straight, because it’s time for us to go out there… It’s my turn first…

Both PAJ and Anthony get up, they walk away from the dining area and walk back to the training area, a man signals them to go through the gates of the training area, and they do so. They enter a long corridor that is barely lit by the flames of the torches placed beside them on the walls. PAJ signals a room and smiles at Anthony.

PAJ: It’s my turn first… but don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. Now go prepare for yours.

PAJ smiles a bit more and runs further down the corridor, fading in the shadows. Anthony enters the room and he immediately sees his equipment, he still has his breastplate on so he starts putting on armors on his legs and arms, he puts on a helmet that covers his face, there is a sword on the floor and also a shield. He takes them and he puts on the shield on his right arm and holds the sword on his left hand. He is left handed so he is a bit more comfortable holding it this way. He sighs and goes out of the room, he is nervous about what he is about to do. But still he walks down the corridor, as he goes on farther the sounds of metal clashing against metal get more vivid and a cheering crowd is heard far away. Anthony stops in front of a gate like the one he walked through earlier, but this one led into an arena. As Anthony looked forward, his mind drifted away and the sounds starting getting inaudible, until all that sounded on his head was the sound of his heavy breathing and the sound of his voice echoing in his head once again.

‘You pissed me off by trying to attack me and my friends; there is nothing that enrages me more than this. I wanted to get you one on one in the ring, so I had to put my title on the line, you got exactly what you wanted, but I assure you that I will get what I wanted too. I wanted to take you on and make sure you learn your lesson, and that is what I will get. You wanted to make me mad? Well you made me mad Rebel. You made me turn into a whole different wrestler, I destroy people when I get mad, just ask Eyesnsane, I destroyed him and took his place in the Young Lion’s Division, you can also ask Jibade, he made me mad and just three weeks ago I put him out of action. When I get mad Rebel, I start seeing things and you made me realize that it’s better to take out someone who tries and take you out before they take you out. Rebel, it’s time to face a thing that you made, and I assure you that you will not like it. Rebel, we have faced before and you defeated me, but this time you won’t. Rebel, I am going all out, I am going to defend this title successfully. I hunted this title for over a year and I won’t lose it easily. But the past doesn’t matter right now, because as I said with Jibade and how I’ve shown other people, I learn from my mistakes and I’ve learned from the mistakes that I’ve made when facing you, I am a whole new man Rebel and you will be the first one to see it. Rebel, all the respect for you goes down the drain when we face, I forget all friendship that we could have because my title is on the line, tonight I wish you good luck because I assure you, you’ll need it.’

Anthony shakes his head and lets out a sigh. He looks forward and regains his senses. He hears the crowd cheering and then they come to a sudden stop. A man limps towards the gate as it opens slowly, the man has cuts all over his body, blood flowing from every one of the cuts. He stands beside Anthony and takes off his helmet. It’s PAJ, he is smiling weakly, he coughs a couple of times and almost falls forward but Anthony holds him.

PAJ: See… I told you that I’d make it…

Anthony: Barely…

PAJ lets out a slight laugh and pats Anthony in the back and walks keeps on watching, it’s now time for Anthony to step into play, he lets out a sigh and waits to step forward. He looks forward and another gate opens opposite to where he is standing. Then four people come from out of the shadows, the biggest is on the group is on the right. He is like a colorless warrior, he holds a huge hammer in his hand, on the opposite side is the second biggest, he slightly more tanned skin than the other, he is holding a javelin in his right hand and a net on his left, beside him is a man with the same skin tone, he is holding dual one handed swords, and beside the tallest man there is the only black man of the four, he is holding a whip in his hand and is the same size as the man beside him on the left. They move to the sides and they reveal another warrior, or rather a female warrior, she has a shield on her left arm and a short sword in her right hand. She has caramel colored skin and a beautiful body from what you can see. They are all covered with a helmet over their head and they all have similar armors, on their breast plates there are two letters written with blood that read ‘GS.’ They all stand, waiting for Anthony, the breathing gets harder and once again the voice booms on his head as he walks forward into the arena. The dream flickers once more, this time with a little of black appearing as it flickers.

‘I step out from the shadows. Standing in the arena, people cheering for me as I face the big five. They drive me on, they make the difference, my love and child-like wonder for this sport drive me on. But as this happens, I look to my sides, I realize that I am all alone, no one beside me to stop my fall. I come to realize that I’ve been wrong all along, I’m not invincible and I am in this all alone. The shield turns heavier, the sword feels unbalanced as all the wonder is gone. Nerves start kicking in as I realize that I was wrong all along, I can’t do this alone. But it’s time to man up, realizing that not all is lost… I take a deep breath and scream: “It’s time for you all to be gone.”’

He charges forward but the voice booms louder in his head, and he can’t bear it, he falls on one knee as it sounds louder and the dream flickers more intensely between complete darkness and the actual dream.

‘I charge to attack them, but they come at me from all sides, beating me from every direction, they are beating down on the floor, they laugh as I can’t do anything as the champion approaches… she is a beautiful woman, so goddess-like, but brutal in the arena… she is a real goddess of war. She approaches me and tells me to surrender, I deny it and I close my eyes … as I know it’s the end…’


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Anthony opens his eyes and gasps for air. He is sweating and his hands have the arms of the seat gripped tight. He looks to the sides and Amethyst looks concerned, she is looking as beautiful as ever and looks at Anthony, she has a Coca-Cola on her right hand and she raises her left hand, passing it through Anthony’s face, he is shivering and trying to talk, but can’t manage a word. Amethyst looks at Anthony’s eyes, her piercing gray eyes looking at him.

Amethyst: What happened honey? You look just like if you were…

Anthony: Killed…? Yeah, something like that… it was just a bad dream…

Amethyst: A bad dream? It looked like a horrible dream.

Anthony: I think that it was a warning, that I don’t know what I am doing, that I am trying to get into something that I can’t handle…

Amethyst: This is about the Great Siege and trying to get back at them isn’t it?

Anthony: Yes… it is…

Amethyst: You know that you can still get out of this…

Anthony: No, I can’t, I’ve declared war against the Great Siege and I took out one of their members… I can’t back out of this now…

Amethyst: So… what are you going to do?

Anthony: I… I don’t know…

Anthony is breathing heavily and he shivers, Amethyst looks really worried about her husband, she passes her left hand once again through his face as the scene fades…

[Wolf]

Stop the Presses
The New Queen of the Mountain


Date: Wendsday 12th January 2011
Time: 01:22am
Location: Some hotel in Saint Paul, Minnesota
Late. Or early however you wished to see it, and yet there was someone who just couldn’t sleep. Earlier that evening there’d been a live Fight Night broadcast and the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins. No match. No hint of the action… Sara Wolf left feeling unsatisfied. It was only hours ago she was speaking on a radio show telling the entire world what she thought about her upcoming PPV match. The thought brought an instant smile to her lips because she knew… she was gracing the big stage… just how she wanted. She’d sent a warning to Raquel allowing her to keep Spitfire fresh in her mind. But now as she laid here without breathing of her husband to be by her side Sara couldn’t sleep because every time she closed those striking eyes of hers she saw what could happen at Trial by Fire. As she is alone now. No Beast on her side. With fallen Angel of Death not just one version of what could happen but a hundred different ones, some good, some bad… some very bad. It made her feel a little uneasy, but she’d vowed to herself that she could and would do this. No matter what Raquel threw at her. Sara was ready for this yet again. A hell of a lot of time had passed and if Wendsday thinks that she will take her belt… then she is going to be sorely mistaken! And with that final thought, Sara had drifted into, thankfully a dreamless sleep.



Date: Sat 15th January 2011
Time: 15:35pm
Location: Washington DC
The morning was the business and that came in the form of a photo shoot while this afternoon she was meeting some of her closest friends for a late afternoon lunch or early evening dinner… whatever way you wish to see it. All the time her upcoming match was in the back of her mind. She knew Raquel wasn’t one to be taken lightly and Sara knew that. She knew a lot of things about the evil, sadistic nature Raquel pride herself and she was planning to use some of them when it came down to it. And now it was here her thoughts re-drifted to the match she’d taken it upon herself to be in as the public awaits her opinion.




The anticipation factor is through the roof. Rivalries are going to come to a head, championships will be on the line and the fans in Washington are going to see how real wrestling is done. The stage for press conference is set, the podium's in place and the lights are shining down brightly as the mainstream media has gathered together to get the word straight from the superstar's mouths regarding the coming weekend. "Adrenaline" booms over the somewhat crappy sound system that had been set up for the press conference but it brings a resounding response as all eyes watch Sara Wolf step out from behind the curtains and head toward the podium. She smacks her hand on top of the microphone, bringing the noise down almost instantly Women’s championship on full display over her shoulder. Sara looks back down at the masses, then begins to crack a devious smirk- a mask of confidence.


Sara Wolf: "Trial by Fire...single biggest wrestling event of the winter...and that's right, all of you have come together in this one place for one reason and one reason only, to pay homage to the greatness that stands here before you. To pay your respects to the Women’s champion. Because I know that all of you were concerned when the this championship wasn't scheduled to be on the card, I know all of you were down in the dumps because you knew, just as I did that this title needs to be defended at Trial by Fire..." -she says, sounding as disingenuous as possible- But then I stopped when I saw the name Raquel Wendsday… ...hm, I have to say I've been a bit timid about facing you. You see, you seem to be the real thing. The real monster in the traveling horror show called the FWA. And everytime you've got a match, we listen to that ghoulish voice you read the book of Revelations to us and basically remind us that it's the end of the natural world because you are let off the chain for a little bit. You fight like an animal, you take a beating like I've never seen before and you just keep getting up time and time...and time again." -He grins- "You're like the Energizer Bunny from Hell. You've got me rattled. You've got me quivering with anticipation and I LIKE IT! I like it because it's a challenge! Because for so long now, people have been trying to use you and make you their own little puppet because they're afraid of you. Because you put that fear into them. Me? I'm going to take your power, Raquel. I'm going to remove the fear and show the rest of the world that your little Hellraiser routine? It's all smoke and mirrors. All the twisted little side-effects of a girl that's just not completely in-there. It's not going to be a cake-walk by any stretch of the imagination. But the things most worthwhile never are. And putting the final nail in the coffin of your career, it's well worth the pain and the torment I am going to go through Sunday night. Do you get that, psycho? CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME? You...you're no match for me. You never were. And this week, like I always have... I will remind the world that I am the NEW QUEEN OF THE MOUNTAIN!!!

The media practically explodes at the arrogance shown to them by champion, as she turns away from the podium and steps down, preparing to simply leave. However, one man stands up and points a very accusing finger at her, while others fall to a hush.

Reporter: Well, isn’t this classic Sara Wolf? Turning tail and backing off when things getting a little rough? No wonder Gabrielle beat you so easily and you are getting beating coming to you from Raqueal Wendsday.


Sara slams on the brakes and snaps her head towards the man, glaring at him. She takes a step forward and points a finger at him.

Sara Wolf: I've been riding an unstoppable wave of momentum for months now. From the second I turned my attentions to getting this title to the moment I finally had it in my possession and all the way up to this point, I've been riding a non-stop rush of adrenaline because I have ascended to the place in this business that I truly belong. I'm talented, intelligent and I'm driven to deliver my own deadly dose of aggression to anybody dumb enough to try and take what belongs to me. I have all the attributes of a true champion and that's why this belt is around my waist! She should be thanking God right now that she's even getting an opportunity like this because if it was up to me, she'd be back in some hole-in-the-wall crack house where she belongs. What's she done that's even worth mentioning, that's even worth comparing to the gold resting right here on my lap?

The fans in attendance waste no time in giving her the business, but as always, the Champions revel in it as several reporters push forward a bit, trying to get their questions answered. Sara leans over the podium, looking down at them as she shakes her head-

Sara Wolf: I'm not some twisted psychopath looking for a first-class ride through pain town. And I'm also not a walking sob story, waiting for the next person to come along and pick on me. I'm the girl that took putting people out of commission and turned it into an art form. I don't just rush in, guns blazing at everything that moves like I'm some kind of idiot. I take everything into account before I act. I see somebody like you Raquel and I know you're coming straight ahead coming downhill on all cylinders, annhilating everything in your path. But I'm not about to sit there and let you take your shots at me, Raquel. I'm not stupid. The moment you take me for granted is the moment you put more than just this match on the line. You put your career on the line, because it makes no difference to me how far I've got to go in order to win this weekend. (She gives a small shrug.) Be it a simple roll-up or a multiple concussion, I could care less. I'm here because I deserve to be here, because I've proven myself to be one of the most dangerous women on the roster. And that moniker is going to continue this week when I dash your hopes and send you right back down the ladder. She raises a brow. Raquel, I know you've got a victim's list a mile long and it's got some of the biggest and baddest women to ever walk these halls. But Raquel, I'm not intimidated by that. I'm not in the practice of preparing myself for failure, not even against a rabid animal like you. But rabid animals..they get put down. They enjoy themselves for a time because most people are too scared to get up close and finish them off, but it always ends the same way. Sooner or later, they get dragged down kicking and screaming and they're put out of their misery. So before you grab a camera and go into your whole angry, mouth-breathing routine, I want you to think about something, Raquel.


Sara chose her words very carefully, just as she chose her actions. She knew Raquel wasn't some pushover she could just bully around, but there was a much deeper rooted purpose masked within his words. Sara was always looking for the advantage, always looking for the upper hand even if it was to be found within the mindset of her opponent-


Sara Wolf: I'm here because everything I've worked for was to get me close enough to get and kepp my hands on the top prize in this business. I've planned and plotted. I've calculated and I've weighed my options. Everything from my first weeks on Smash to my time on Fight Night..all of it has been the means of achieving the same end result!


A woman in the fifth row stands up and voices herself, gaining her Sara's glare.

Reporter: Everything you achieved to this point was thanks to your husband Adrian Wolf. Who was banished from FWA for the illegal steroid usage. Without him, you wouldn’t be standing here and without him I don’t believe you will stand on that podium ever again.

She storms back to the podium, slamming her hands down on the wooden finish and glaring down at the masses. Pure disgust drips from her stare as she visualizes herself showing up each and every one of their doubting faces.

Sara Wolf: I don’t care about that man. He let me down when I needed him and if you don’t know I already asked for divorce. He played his part in my plans… he got me here, he teached me everything he knows, but he outlived his usefulness. I tamed the most violent beast to ever enter the squared circle. You are the same specie as he is. Her fingers begin to twitch, itching to get into the ring this weekend. You may be a beast.. Hell, even I referred to you as an animal myself. But I'm not. I'm a woman. I'm the best woman this place has ever seen. And whether you, Gabrielle or any of the b*tches that walk these halls knows it or not. It's time for me to solidify myself as one of the game's elite. That mountain's looking bigger and bigger every second, isn't it? That legendary 'climb' that so many people often refer to, it's looking more and more treacherous because of what's waiting for you at the top. So come and I'll wipe the floor with you and send a clear message to every woman in this business. Because if you want this [ she slaps the belt ] you damn well better bring your 'A' game and then maybe you'll have a snowball's chance in hell at taking it from me! But as for you, Raquel...your chances are all used up. Your fifteen minutes of fame in my spotlight is just about over and I'm going to throw you off the 'mountain' and send you back down to the bottom where you belong! Trust me!

She looks down at the title, then places it back over his shoulder, taking great care to give the centerplate a small rub. She cuts here eyes back to the camera and scoffs. She makes her way off the stage to a chorus of boos and fans yelling 'You Suck' and 'Test her for drugs' at the top of their lungs. But it doesn't matter what happens outside of the ring, it doesn't matter what these people think of her. Sara glares back a final time, still carrying the title over her shoulder. And she'd do everything in her power, go to any length, sink to any depth, do anything humanly possible or necessary to make certain that the belt stayed on her shoulder when Trial by Fire was done.

[DramaShark]

--------Chris Kenned's Trial By FIRE--------

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It's a beautiful day here in sunny Tampa, Florida. The sun shines bright over the water and the ocean glistens like thousands of diamonds cut out from the sun.

I sit under the canopy at Bahama Breeze, a place I could never afford to eat at on my own, but since I am working, I'm not the one picking up the tab.The restaurant interior is decadent, lavish and extraordinary. I wouldn't expect anything less from the man himself, Chris Kennedy.

But Kennedy requested I get us a table outside, overlooking the water, which as a smoker, is fine by me. Even in January, the weather down here in Florida is amazing. I am simply amazed by the palm trees that populate the beaches, the colorful bushes of red and yellow eucalyptus, the beautiful women walking up and down the beach wearing barely anything. As a New York City native, I could definitely get used to this. it's about 1:15 pm and Chris Kennedy was supposed to be here at 12:30. I keep waiting, taking the final sip of my $17 dollar Mojito. No wonder Kennedy likes this place so much, you need to take out a second mortgage to eat here. The tenacious young server approaches me, smiling ear to ear, as if she heard me take my final sip from miles away.

"Would you like another Mojito?" She asks me.

Damn, I've already had two. It's not my liquor that I can't handle, it's these prices.
Ah, What the hell, Kennedy is picking up the tab, so why not? He can afford 'em.

"Sure, honey" I say to the attractive waitress. She shoots a flirtatious smile back but I am certain she is only doing her job.

I try Chris Kennedy's cellphone but to no avail.

Chris Kennedy (voicemail): You've reached The Astonishing One. And you must be very important to have my phone number. I am not available right now, no surprise there. Leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you. And remember, if you can dream it, you can do it!"

That statement at the end of Kennedy's voicemail speaks volumes of his place in Professional Wrestling. "If you can dream it, you can do it." Such a simple statement, but it delivers a hell of an impact. 4 months ago when Chris Kennedy signed his contract with FWA and entered FWA developmental, did he dream that he would receive an FWA title shot after only 3 months on the active roster? Knowing Kennedy, sure. After all, in terms of excess the only thing Kennedy has more of
than his money is his confidence. Or arrogance, it depends on who your asking. Kennedy's journey to the top of the FWA has been going on for longer than 3 or 4 months, however. Kennedy's inevitable rise to the top started in the 1960's, before Kennedy was even born, believe it or not.
1964, Killer Clint Kennedy took on George Foreman at Madison Square Garden in a hotly contested boxing match for Foreman's World Heavyweight Championship. After Clint Kennedy delivered that 10th round knockout to George Forman, he delivered an iconic speech that still echos through American pop culture. One tidbit from the Kennedy's victory speech:
" I always told everyone that I was a champion, now you all know. Write it down. Clint Kennedy is a champion, his children are champions, his childrens children will be champions and that's all there is to it. That's what being a Kennedy is all about!"

It's crazy looking back on that, on that night in '64, it was almost as if he predicted that his 14 year old son would become the WWA Hall Of Fame winning 2 time World Champion, His 3 year old son would be declared "The King Of Extreme" or that his grandson would be the young man to inject youth, sex and rock and roll into a dying federation that is the FWA. Some even say Kennedy saved the FWA from obscurity and helped it flourish. After only a month in the FWA, Kennedy had brought over his good friend from Mexico, The Venomous Juan Lopez, and set him up with an FWA tryout match. Lopez went on to become the Young Lions Champion after only a month, just
as Kennedy said he would. Kennedy's influence can be felt all over the Fight Night brand.
Kennedy has also scouted several other talents, such as The Smash Brothers, Dinorah Redgrave and Stephanie Michelle Stardust. Kennedy is obviously a man who cares about the business, though he isn't a people person. His methods are abstract and his reasoning behind his sometimes erratic behavior can only be explained by the fact that Chris Kennedy is a genius. An artist of his craft who everyone initially though was an idiot savant, Kennedy's brain is working in overdrive, all cogs and gears in motion trying working to keep Kennedy at the forefront of The FWA roster. Kennedy completely skipped over the midcard, showing little interest in the Young Lions or TV Title, running right to the main Event scene and not looking back. Since his debut only a few months back, Kennedy has had high profile matches with the FWA's biggest stars, such as
Rocky Creed, Duke Drazin and Bullseye Johnson. Kennedy was laso the first man to ever join The Great Siege without being employed by the FWA, when Andrew Johnson took notice of the Indy sensations work in Scotland. Kennedy prides himself on being a trend setter, an innovator, an enigma of sorts who is who never shows all of his cards. And after such a short amount of time, Kennedy has found himself in the main event of the first FWA Pay Per View of the New Year. At Trial By Fire, Chris Kennedy enters The Elimination Chamber with 5 other familiar faces. first, there is his good friend Andrew Johnson, the man responsible for bringing Kennedy into the FWA, then we have his "sister" Gabrielle, The FWA Champion who Kennedy respects more than anyone in the FWA, his arch-nemesis, Bullseye Johnson (a man who has been on the receiving end of a couple ass whoopings courtesy of Kennedy), his rival and FWA fan favorite Duke Drazin, and former FWA Champion Darnell Porter, a man who has shown more concern in his sex life than he has his FWA career. True, the odds are stacked up against the young Kennedy in what will no doubt be the biggest match of his career so far, but is there any doubt that he can deliver? He is after all, Astonishing!

He is also very late. it's now 1:30 and Kennedy is officially an hour late. I am beginning to wonder if this interview will ever even happen, and I am a little scared. Of course Kennedy is probably at home preparing for the elimination chamber, but some notice would have been nice. All of a sudden, "My Humps"By The Black Eyed Peas starts playing in my pocket and I catch a few awkward stares from the locals around me as I quickly reach in and pull out my blackberry.

"Hello?" I say, wondering if iI will be talking to a telemarketer or a bill collector. If Kennedy doesn't show up to pick up this tab, I won't have money for either of them.
"Hello, is this Carson Osmond with Spin Magazine?" the girl on the phone asks me.
"Sure is" I say.
"Hi Carson, this is Amy Harrington, I am Chris Kennedy's personal assistant" she responds. Kennedy has a personal assistant? That guy sure know how to spend his trust fund.
"Mr. Kennedy regrets to inform you that do to scheduling conflicts he would like to conduct the interview at 2:00pm, at his private estate. Can you be here in 30 minutes for the interview" she asks.
"Uh, yeah. That's not a problem." I say with a smile, completely forgetting the near $60 bill I had racked up all by myself expecting the Astonishing one to cover.

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The large, black iron gates swing open and I am granted acess to the property. My black Volkswagon Jetta drives down a loooong stretch of road, where I see a street sign that reads "Kennedy Drive, Private Road". This is a humongous piece of property, and it originally belonged to Kennedy's grandfather Clint, the man responsible for building the Kennedy empire.
As I drive down Kennedy Dr, I see all sorts of Bronze statues to the left and right of the road, almost as if they are showing me the way to the Kennedy Mansion. The first few bronze statues are unrecognizable, all members of the Kennedy family who came before, and it's not untill I see the statue of Clint Kennedy, holding his World Championship, that I see a familiar face. Then across from him is Kennedy's grandmother Glenda Kennedy and the statues that follow are all Clint's children, Wrestling legend Kerry Kennedy (who is actually holding a flag post and an actual American flag), Kurt Kennedy (Chris's uncle and former tag team partner) and 3 other siblings from that generation who are unrecognizable to me. The last statue I see as I approach the mansion is a 10 year old boy, who has to be Chris Kennedy. The boy is innocently smiling and at his feet is a statue of his dog Coco. A strange sight to see, as that is not the Chris Kennedy we all know and love to hate.
I pull up to the front entrance of Chris Kennedy's private estate, which is unlike anything I have ever seen. Large, continental design, looks like royalty lives here. The water fountain in the front is bigger than the swimming pool at in my apartment complex. I feel like Alice and I just went down the rabbit hole.
The large double door open up all by themselves as I approach them, or so I think before I meet Kennedy's security guard, a familiar face that I just can't place the face....

Officer Faheem: Lord Kennedy is in the room is down that long red hallway to the left, the room at the end on the right near the large hour glass. Do NOT ge lost....

"What the f**k?" I ask myself, feeling more and more like I really am in wonderland. I am pretty sure I have seen Kennedy's security guard on TV somewhere.
These directions seemed simple enough, but this is an almost comically large hallway. Why does one kid living by himself off of his family's millions need so many damn bedrooms. I see the Large Hourglass, and a little down the way I see a door cracked with steam billowing out of it. This must be wher The Astonishing one is!
I make my way in so I can FINALLY conduct this interview!


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"Listen you balding, cockeyed son of a BITCH!" Kennedy yells into his cell phone as receives a foot massage from the beautiful Korean masseuse, wearing a $500 white silk robe, laying back in a reclining massage chair..
"Are You listening Greg? Greg, you son of a BITCH. Now you are my agent, are you not? Then act like my goddamn agent, Greg. You told me that Me and Zaire Wyoming had the Miami Vice TV reboot in the bag, it was a done deal you said. Then, I turn on the godamn TMZ and see that they cast The guy from Entourage and Nick *******ing Canon! Greg, YOU are not doing your job! I need endorsements, Greg! Go get me paid, Bitch!" Kennedy yells before violently throwing his iPhone at the wall and shattering it to pieces. The masseuse jumps back a bit, scared of the outburst.
"Oh, hello! Your the guy from that magazine" he says to me, finally taking notice.

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Rolling Stone: You are a hard man to track down!

Chris Kennedy: My time is limited these days. I wouldn't expect you to understand.

Rolling Stone: Chris, This Sunday at Trial By Fire, you have a chance to prove to the entire world that you are the best the FWA has to offer. What's going through your head going into the biggest match of your career?

Chris Kennedy: The Biggest match of my career thus far. And to be honest, I feel great. it's no secret that I am the underdog going into this one. It's appropriate that I will win my first FWA championship at Trial By Fire. You see, when I came to the FWA, the FWA Universe witnessed a flame that started out as a spark, a spark that turned into a wildfire that brought the whole house down. There were people that tried to put this fire out, but none of them had power and ability to do so. The flame began burning out of control, all hell breaks loose, and before you knew it, there's young Chris Kennedy beating the FWA CHAMPION on live TV in the main event on Fight Night after only 2 weeks on the FWA roster! Jesus Christ that impresses even me!! I am getting gooesbumps talking about myself.

Rolling Stone: Do you feel like you have truly earned your shot so quickly??

Chris Kennedy: What do you think? I END careers! Confederate Funeral lost so bad to me and Zaire Wyoming that they imploded from within and retired from the tag division. After Mile High, Nathan Neptune Nowland realized he would never have a match as good as the one he had with me, and he got real depressed and went splitsville. And can anyone tell me where Rocky Creed is? I'll tell you where Rocky Creed is. He is laying in a hospital in a full body cast, watching Fight Night on TV in his hospital room, watching ME, the man who has taken his spot as the face of the FWA. That's right, the biggest difference between the main event at Mile High and main event at Trial By Fire is that TBF kicked up the volume a whole hell of a lot when Chris Kennedy replaced Rocky Creed. So do I deserve a title shot? Well Bullseye Johnson gets one fed to him once a month and I have humiliated him in the ring every night for the past few weeks. What do you think?

Rolling Stone: It took your father Kerry Kennedy 10 years with the WWA to win his first world title. You have your first FWA title shot after only a few months in the FWA. What's that feel like?

Chris Kennedy: It still feels surreal, but then I remember that I am who I am and then it sets in. I expect nothing less from myself. I remember being a little kid, watching wrestling on TV, seeing guys like my dad, Biff Bradly, Clayton Kong, Devin Mash, Rolph Rogen, all champions, all proud. At 5 years old, I identified that the wrestlers were fighting for the belts. The belts were what mattered, it's what they were fighting for. And ever since that moment, my whole life since I have had this mental image of me with a World Championship around my waist. I have held countless titles in the indies, but this, THIS, is the big fish. And I deserve it more than anyone else in this match. More so than Drazin, who misses opportunity after opportunity even though he had been challenging "The Icon" for the belt since before cars had 8-track players. I deserve the belt more than Gabrielle, who is a good friend and a fine champion, but nowhere near the caliber of champion I could be for the FWA. I deserve the belt more than Bullseye Johnson, who is flakier than fish food. What reason will you have when you take your next extend period of absence, Bullseye? There's always a reason for you to run and hide like a bitch when things get too hairy for you. I deserve the belt more than Darnell Porter who had an embarrassing run as World Heavyweight Champion and forever tarnishing the TV titles prestigious lineage. I deserve the title more than Andrew Johnson, a great fighter but truly a TAG TEAM wrestler. Unlike the other half of the FWA roster, my last name isn't Johnson. It's Kennedy, and like the Kennedy's before me I WILL become a champion. This night, the biggest night of my life, means everything to me.


Rolling Stone: it seems that Duke Drazin is a favorite going into this match. You two had an amazing match on Fight Night a few months back. Now that you have been in the ring with Duke, are you prepared for him this time around??

Chris Kennedy: Duke Drazin is the only active member of the FWA roster that has a win over Chris Kennedy. Does that mean he is better than Chris Kennedy?
Absolutely not. I'm sure Drazin is still going on about his win over me. It was, after all, the biggest win of his career, as I intentionally put him over because I knew what a win over Chris Kennedy would do to the kid's failing career in professional wrestling. In fact, I would say that beating ME was what landed him his spot in the Mile High Massacre, not like that mattered because he failed epically, as he always has. Drazin is a career f**k up, every time he climbs up the ladder, he gets to the top and touches the brass ring, but he ALWAYS hits the ground without grabbing it.
In the animal kingdom that we call the FWA, Drazin is professional wrestling's equivalent of a lemming. He just marches on, walking aimlessly to his own demise. How many championship matches have you had Duke? How many? How many times have you been given the opportunity of a lifetime, the chance to achieve all of your dreams, only to fail miserably every single time in loosing efforts to the likes of Drew Jolson? Really, Duke?
People hold you in such a high regard and honestly I don't see it. Your only claim to fame was that Boudreau took it easy on you in a couple mildly entertaining bouts. You would be NOTHING without him elevating you to the top. You were taking loss after loss after loss but you were loosing to the man on top, and subsequently you became a star. You are still riding Boudreau's coattails after all this time, which is cute,
considering that I, The Astonishing Chris Kennedy, was a better wrestler than Matt Boudreau when he was alive and I am certainly a better wrestler than Matt Boudreau is now that he is dead, although I think Darnell Porter has a lot of catching up to do in that regard. And even after everytime Boudreau mopped the floor with you ignorant ass, after every time Boudreau left you face down face down on the mat covered in your own sweat and blood with his arm raised in victory, after all that, you still jump to your feet to defend his honor whenever Chris Kennedy has something to say about him. You get so flustered, your face gets redder than your stupid looking contact lenses and you go "Oh, hey, that's not right, he is dead"
Your damn right he is dead, and he is the lucky one, because now he doesn't have to watch you "wrestle". As a matter of fact, I am noticing a trend here where everyone close to you dies just to get away from you. That's gotta be pretty rough.
There are many qualities you lack, Duke. Sure you look like a red eyed mongoloid, that's sure to take you far, but where is your charisma, swagger, your Joie de Vivre?. You're Saltines and Vinegar, Duke...your bland AND bitter. You walk around with a chip on your shoulder carrying a torch for something you'll never have. What do you believe in?
Do you believe in anything?
You seem to believe in yourself, that's for sure. But you are perpetually letting yourself down and it makes me sad, because believe it or not I don't completely think your an asshole, your just....what's the word I'm looking for....Delusional! That's a serious problem, because delusional people can't help but believe in there own facade, indulging in their own self serving fantasies, while those of us down on earth see you for the insecure, self serving worm you really are. You look like the bastard love child of Mr. Clean and a Basset Hound and you walk around with your mouth upside down like somebody pissed in your Vitamin Water. Oh, your a big bad bald freak with a scowly face who no one like because you wear those god awful red contact lenses, pretending to be a fallen god, and everywhere you go you refer to as a "Piss Pot place". That must be a Canadian thing. Personally, as an FWA fan prior to becoming an instant FWA Legend, The best thing you ever did for the FWA was leaving it. Why don't you just take some more steroids and fail another wellness test, Drazin, so I don't have to see your ugly slack jawed mug every week.
When you beat me, Duke, you won on a technicality. You know good and well I put up a better fight in that match, even when I was told which moves I couldn't use, I took them out of my repertoire and STILL was the better man in that one, but I lost, unjustly,, because you just couldn't handle a loss to one such as me so you and your screwball referee buddy cried foul, and you were tossed a win to feed your over sized ego, even though everyone was in agreement that I won that match, you walked away a "winner" because you, like everyone else in the FWA, are a crybaby. Your nowhere near as relevant as you think you are, and you certainly are no where as good as you think you are. What with your track record, your 50 wins and your 50 losses, Bravo!. You have a hell of a streak on Fight Night, but when it comes to the big ones, the matches that matter, you choke harder than Raquel Wednesday in a room full of well endowed frat boys.
You are tedious, overdone, repetitive. Every time you cut a promo or wrestle a match, it's the same damn promo, the same damn match. The FWA could save a lot of money if they just reran your old promos before your matches, because you literally keep saying the same things over and over and over! "The FWA is a piss pot, Gabrielle is a whore, Rocky Creed Sucks!"
Although on that regard it would appear as if we actually agree on something. Although, I can't help but think that if you preoccupied yourself with your professional wrestling career, as opposed to Gabrielle's sex life or Chris Kennedy's crotch, then maybe you would equate to more than you are, and Duke, what you are is a parasitic tapeworm warmly nestled in the lower intestines of a dead champion, still feeding off of his energy. Fact is, Duke, that if you had what it took to be a champion, if you had that fire burning inside you, then you would have been the FWA champion years ago. There is no excuse for your continual failure. You've let down the 3 or 4 fans you actually have, and you have let down your family. big time. But don't worry Duke, you haven't let me down! You have fulfilled all of my expectations of you. I expected you get shut out at Mile High, and you did. I expected you to have a laundry list of excuses, and you did. I fully expect you to be the first man eliminated in the elimination chamber, and you will be. Duke, even YOU don't expect you to win this, your sitting there right now with you stupid 50/50 t-shirt, wondering how your going to make it out alive. If you don't believe in yourself, how do you expect anyone else to?
I've wrestled me like you all over the world, buster, and I have met many men like you. You rely on your false sense of accomplishment and self worth. You've got this vexed image of you, you think everyone is afraid of you. Well Drazin, I am NOT afraid of you. To the Astonishing One, your about as frightening as a Pink unicorn prancing through a marshmallow cloud, glowing red eyes and glitter in your eyeshadow. I've got your number, Drazin.




Rolling Stone: Your rivalry with Bullseye Johnson has been the talk of Fight Night. Does Bullseye Johnson's involvement in the elimination chamber have any mental effect on you?


Chris Kennedy: Bulseye Johnson is a man I have a lot of respect...Oh hell, I can't finish that sentence with a strait face. Poor misguided fool.What can I say about you that hasn't already been said by the countless other men and women who have defeated you? Well, for starters, there is the painfully obvious fact that you are a failure. You half ass your way through your entire career and it isn't until the night of a PPV that we see some of that spark you once had, not that it ever helps you any, you always wind up coming up short in the end now don't you, Bullseye?
You are a man dictated by his pride. When The Astonishing Chris Kennedy destroyed you in a bonafide squash match, it was your pride that foolishly led you to believe that it was a fluke. And do you remember just what happened after that "fluke", Bullseye? Against your better judgment, you demanded a rematch, thinking to yourself "I'll show him! I can beat that Chris Kennedy and try show him what I am really capable of!" Oh and you did just that Bullseye.You showed me and everyone else in the world that you are TWICE the loser we thought you were when I humiliated you on LIVE television for TWO weeks in a row! For two consecutive weeks, a referee was raising my hand above my head in front of thousands of people, while you were laying face down on the mat wallowing in your own failure. Disgusting!
I think it's safe to say that I proved good and well that I am the superior man, Bullseye. And while I am sure you gave it your best, your best just wasn't good enough to beat ME, and I am sure you are telling everyone I got lucky, but rest assured Bullseye. my greatness has absolutely nothing to do with luck. The fact remains that I am better than you in every conceivable way. Bullseye, you have a reoccurring trend going on where you just run away from time to time, just like a "scalded dog with a case of the limbertail" as a great man once said. When things get too hairy,when things get too hot for you to handle, you do what you do best, you leave. You spend more time in your living room watching FWA than you actually inside an FWA ring. What will it be next time, Bullseye? You gonna get a toothache and take a year off? You gonna get a headache and switch brands? You gonna get a tummy ache and retire? I hope so, it's only fair, because you make me so sick to my stomach that I myself have considering retiring from active competition. But fear not, I'm not going anywhere, the FWA needs me to save it from boring dickwads like you, Duke Drazin and Darnell Porter. You don't like Porter, do you? In fact, the only person in this match that you can even tolerate is Duke Drazin, which is appropriate because he is half an asshole and your a big ol' bag of assholes, you two are perfect for each other. At least Drazin can somehow manage to pull wins out of his ass. You?
The last time you won anything was....The last time you won anything was....Help me out here Bullseye I am drawing a blank.
You are the face of the FWA, for god's sake! Log on to FWA.Com and the first thing you see is your big dumb face, grinning from ear to ear with your stupid gold chains around your fat stupid neck. You are supposed to be a "hero", a "Role Model", but what message are you sending to the kids? "Say your prayers and eat the floor?" Good lord, man! It's for that reason that I am starting my own charity called "Kennedy's Kids", where I will take in low income, inner city kids and teach them how to be winners. My first course of action will be to put up a big poster of you in my office with the word "LOOSER" stamped on your forehead to show the children what not to be.
How do you live with yourself knowing that you are always just 1 loss away from being a jobber? I'd like to think that loosing to me a few weeks in a row has done a considerable amount of favors to your career, but I won't be with you in every match, Bullseye. I won' be able to carry you forever, and while I enjoyed making you look good, eventually you are going to suffer a loss from someone who is NOT Astonishing, some bum like Anthony or PAJ or something. Then what? You can't say "Oh, I lost, but I lost to the best in the world", and after getting to know you so well I could totally see you loosing to a pissant like Joshua Diehl or a nimrod like Eyensane. Drew Jolson has your number and I am interesting in seeing how you would fair against Langdon, Piers, David or Lucy. I'm sure they would all give you a run for your money.
I still remember that chance encounter from when we first met, Bullseye. I was cutting a promo, still riding high off of yet another victory, and you walked right in front of me while I was on LIVE TV treating my fans to their Kennedy fix! You ruined my promo because you were too stupid to realize that you were on TV, probably because you spent so much time away from the FWA that you forgot what a television production crew looks like. You have lost to EVERY single person in this match, and for that, my expectations of you are incredibly low. Nobody expects you to win this, even your family is sitting around the Johnson household laughing about what a tragic disappointment you are. Oh they are all cracking jokes, Bullseye. Momma Johnson, Papa Johnson, your fat sister Bulleysha Johnson, Uncle Ray Johnson, Aunt Jemayma Johnson, Andrew Johnson, Jermaine Johnson, Tony "The Drunken Sailor" Johnson, Don Johnson, they are AAALLLL laughing at YOU, the "has been/never was" half assed mule with the gaudy jewelry

Rolling Stone: Another man in the elimination chamber is your ally from The Great Siege, a man who recruited you to the FWA, one half of the tag team champions, Andrew Johnson.. What's you take on Andrew's role in this match?

Chris Kennedy: When Andrew Johnson approached me to join the FWA, I think he may have underestimated me. Originally, my role with the Great Siege was to be a "hired gun", an enforcer of sorts. But then I started to win matches, BIG matches, and while I still proudly represent The Great Siege, I think it has become apparent I am no mere "hired gun".
Andrew Johnson is an incredibly talented competitor, part of easily the greatest tag team of all time. Although some would argue that has to do with them being the ONLY credible tag team in the FWA. Put me in the "Guys named Chris Kennedy" division and I will be the greatest "Chris Kennedy Champion" of our generation! It's that simple and it's a formula APAB have adopted and I have to give them props for that.
I'm not trying to take anything away from Andrew or Dan, you guys are great and all, but you guys have defended your tag team titles against ONE TEAM in the last 3 months and that says something about what type of Champion you are Andrew, No offense.
Do I think you have what it takes to be champion? O f course I do, but right now is not your time. You deserve the belt more than Duke, more than Darrell and much much more than Bullseye.
But you DON'T deserve the title more than I do. I wish I could tell you not to take it personally, Andrew, but you WILL take it personally anyway.
You and Gabrielle expect me to lay down for you in that elimination chamber and brother, that's not happening. I will evoke the fire of a million suns and set this federation ablaze! And it all starts at Trial By Fire! The Astonishing Era Begins!
It does however pain me that you are in this match, just as it pains me that Gabrielle is the person I have to take the title from. But I will do what I have to do to get what I want. You can't say I never told you that, it was the first thing I said to you when you recruited me. But fear not, Andrew. At Trial By Fire, I WILL win the FWA Championship, and when I do, my brother, the FWA Championship will remain in the Siege and so will I. I won't cause you to loose anymore hair than you already have, I will step it up ajd become the leader our group is missing. I will push The Grea Siege to heights that you never could imagine! Under my watch, you will hold on to your tag titles, Zaire Wyoming will become the TV Champion, Jibade will hold the Young Lions title and Saddle Sally will be our new FWA Womens champion, unless Gabby decides to take a crack at it. The Siege will become Astonishing under my guidance.
Again, I wish I didn't have to face you, and I am sure you are probably a little scared of facing me, but the fact of the matter is that that there are 5 people standing between me and a lifelong dream, and you are one of those people. I don't want to feed you a Bittersweet Chin Symphony, but I will give you one just as stiff as the one I have set aside for Bullseye Johnson. I don't want to lock you into the Kennedy Curse, but if I have to I will make you tap faster than Fred Astaires feet in a shiny new pair of shoes. I don't want to humiliate you at trial by Fire, but them's the breaks, I suppose.



Rolling Stone: Darnell Porter is another fan favorite going into this match, though you and him have never crossed paths before. Are you worried about Porter?

Chris Kennedy: Darnell Porter is impressive in the the sense that he is the most boring, uninspired, mediocre, god awful "competitor" I have ever seen, and yet he has achieved more than almost anybody on Fight Night. I don't have any FWA accolades or accomplishments, but then again, I'm just a "rookie", a rookie who, after Trial By Fire, will be the NEW FWA champion, an honor I will fight for with every fiber of my being.The FWA has been plagued by phony paper champions like Darnell Porter and Rocky Creed. Hell, since Boudreau kicked it, the only credible champion has been Drew Jolson and I wish I could say I was joking, but sadly I am not.
The problem with guys like Darnell Porter is that they are constantly resting on their laurels.
You've tasted FWA gold and that is a high you have been coasting on ever since.
I have to wonder, do you still feel fulfilled?
Are you satisfied with your 2 week title reign? I'm only asking because I am trying to figure out whether you were ever REALLY a champion. Because thing is, a champion is never content. A champion is never satisfied. Winning a belt doesn't make you a champion, taking pride in the belt, defending it with honor, that is what makes a man a champion. Going out there each and every night and proving to the entire world watching that you are, without a shadow of a doubt, the absolute best in the world.
You? you choked hard and lost your title on your first ever defense.
Where the hell is your motivation? Where is your drive? Are you that preoccupied with chlamydia from dime store skanks that you completely turn your back on your dreams? At Mile High, you were promised a title shot if you just gave up sex, and you actually had to think about it? Just goes to show how bad you want this, Darnell. I am a little disgusted. You spend your whole life chasing women and bragging about your days as a pro football player, Mr Primetime! Well, here's a little nugget of wisdom for a man who thinks he knows everything. You don't stand a chance in this one, Darnell. My name is already stamped on this one, I have it in the bag, and there is nothing that you, Bullseye, Andrew, Drazin or Gabby can do to stop me from ascending into greatness, at the top where I belong so I can hold my prize high over my head, while all of your fans scream at me in unison, a perfect symphony of hate, a choir of thousands singing there song for me and me only. They hate me because they know I am better than you Darnell. It's a fact the fans have already come to terms with, it's just as lesson that you will have to learn the hard way.

Rolling Stone: At Mile High, Gabrielle etched her name into the history books when she captured the FWA championship. How will you manage fighting someone you care about so much?

Chris Kennedy: Yes, Gabrielle. the caramel drenched goddess, with her piercing blue eyes and her gorgeous strawberry red lips, her skimpy purple outfits that tightly hug every curve on her perfect frame. She is a work of perfection, even more beautiful with her big gold belt.

In all seriousness, Gabby is the FWA Champion and she is the one to beat. She is the only credible entrant in this match besides myself and have to say you are the ONLY one I am concerned about in this match, truth be told. You are the FWA champion for a a reason, a damn good one, because you went in to Mile High and you made everyone else in that match look like suckers. You earned that title, that's for sure.
Gabby, I have said hundreds of times that you are like a sister to me, and you are, but you need to know that I would bring my own mother back from the dead, step on her throat and send her right back to hell if it meant getting my hands on that FWA championship. You have what I want, and I am almost willing to sever the ties to our friendship to get it, although I do not want to do that, I will. When I first came here I made it loud and clear that I wasn't here to make friend's. And stupid me, I did. Now I am compromised. You see, because we are friends, I am showing you restraint that I didn't show everyone else in this match. If we weren't friends, I would talk about the fact that you are a woman and shouldn't be the FWA Champion. I would perhaps mention that Jillian and Moira's reigns were blemishes on the FWA record books and you are only contributing to the graffiti those women have left on the pages of history.
But we are friends so I can't mention that.
If we weren't friends, I would go on to mention the countless losses you have suffered to your wife Jenny. You have adopted the whole "If you can't beat em' f**k em" motif and I have to say I like it!
But I'll refrain from going into detail on losses you may have had, especially since, with the exception of Bullseye who can't catch a win to pay his rent, you have been beaten by everyone in this match besides me, just as you have beaten everyone in this match....besides me.
Gabby, you are good. You are the 2nd best competitor in the FWA. But as good as you are, you are NOT as good as me. I am CHRIS KENNEDY, and from here on out, everyone should stop referring to me as the future of the FWA, i should now be acknowledged as the present! The here and the now! And the only way I can do that Gabby, is if I beat you and take your title away from you, sweetheart.
But just know, Gabby, I do not want to completely separate you from the FWA title. Y'see when I do win the belt, I want you to be my own personal valet, following me everywhere I go and keeping my title nice and shiny while you look pretty doing it. Not that you ever had a problem looking pretty, your easily the most beautiful woman in the FWA, no, the WORLD! Which has me wondering why you lower your standards so often.You give it up to sluts like Raquel Wednesday and Jenny Ignito. You sleep with bums like Jack Severino and that only goes to show you have no self respect. How can we respect you as champion if you don't respect yourself? Being the champion, it's something that was predisposed in my genetics, it is in my blood. I have to defeat a good friend because that is what must be done for me to fulfill my destiny. The FWA championship was created for ME. Boudreau, G-Rich, Creed, and YOU have all just been keeping that thing warm for me. Sunday, the FWA title comes to it's rightful owner, the one man who has single handedly made the FWA into a respectable promotion. I am the man who is celebrating after Trial By Fire. I am the man who will take the big prize. and in this final hour, a million thoughts run through my mind, but I need to block the negative ones that tell me to hold back, take it easy on Gabby, because those negative voices will cost me, and I can not allow anything like that to happen. Not this time. Everything I have ever done, the sweat I pored in Mexico, the blood I spilled in Japan, my time in Peurto Rico and my time in Canada and Scotland. It's all led to this one, glorious moment. And if I don't make something of it here and now, then it was all for nothing.
I wish you luck Gabrielle, because I am coming for that belt. It is MY time!

[jabberwocky]

You are staring at a gate. It stands over you, an elaborate steel mesh of bars and copper plants crawling and twisting through them. On either side are towers of stone, and a combination of steel and stone, extending over the gate, bridging the whole thing together. Above, on this expansion, sits two angles facing each other. The each sit with horns pressed to their lips, as if eternally ready to sound some sort of message. Or perhaps some sort of warning. To the left and right lays an expansion of fencing and bush. You look up at the top of the gate again and look at the wording. Most of it is covered in the natural vines that twist around the rock and metal vines. But the last three words are apparent. “Memorial Park Cemetery.” With a sigh you finally step foot into the grave yard.

“I wish this day wasn’t so damn bleak,” you think to yourself as you pass row after row of gravestone. Each stone covered in a faint fog. It’s eerie. You stare at the camcorder in your hand, and remember Todd Salum speaking to you the night before.“Don’t forget to film everything. Don’t miss a thing. Especially anything he says.”

You look at the camcorder again and hold down the power button and wait for the bleep.

No bleep.

“Damn.”

You realize you forgot to put the batteries in. You fumble in your coat and find the battery pack and insert it. You check to make sure there’s a tape in it and hit the button again. It powers up. You hit record and start to film.
The first image to go onto the tape is the statue of Mother Superior…or is it Virgin Mary? You never really knew which was which. You play around with the camera, zooming in on the face of the statue. Her eyes look down upon the ground below her, as if she was filled with either an understanding or a deep pained sadness. Or perhaps it’s both. You could almost swear she knew something. There’s an odd glisten to her. Like some sort of oil covered her.“Must be something to protect her from the winter elements,” you say to yourself and shut the camera off. You better save some battery and tape. You’re not getting paid to film a graveyard. You’re getting paid to film a man at a graveyard. A specific man at a specific gravesite actually. And you need to find him.

You pass by a row of tombstones, glancing at them as you walk by. You never really gave your own mortality a second thought. At least you tried not to. Visions of how you might go start to pop into your mind. You pray for the most peaceful of the ways your brain comes up with. You try to shake the thought process from your mind by focusing on something else. The texture of the stones you walk by.
Most of them are granite. There is the odd marble one. You don’t know why but you reach out and touch one as you pass by. Your finger feels oily. You rub your fingers together as you keep walking, sniffing whatever is on your pointer and thumb now. You pull the hand away quickly and cough. You look at your hand. You recognize the substance but you can’t quite pin point it. You can’t give it much extra thought though. You have spotted him.

He stands, head lowered, eyes closed, in front of a grave. He wears a long tan coat, and a dark grey flat cap. In his hand are three roses. One white, one red, one black. You approach slowly and try to keep quiet. You hear him laugh under his voice.

“If there be one thing I can’t stand, it’s a man who shows fear before a reason to fear shows itself.”

Ashley O’Ryan looks over his shoulder with a brief smile,
“I ‘aven’t given you reason to fear. Yet.”

What choice do you have? You approach and stand next to him at the grave. You look at the tombstone.

“July 1979-September 2010”

Your eyes travel upwards.

“Matthew Boudreau”

You glance at Ashley.

“I never really liked the bastard. To pumped up on his own hype. But still, I wish we ‘ad a chance to work together more than we did. ‘e was one of the few with actual talent. One of the few that actually got this business.”

He pulls the torn page from a magazine from his coat and shakes it.
“At least they got that part right in this.”

In his hands is the Power 25 of 2010 article released earlier this week. He tears the top portion off and places it next to Matt’s tombstone. #1: Matt Boudreau..
“A touching thing for ‘is murderers to do,” he glances over at you, “aye, murderers. Don’t kid yerself. I know Boudreau was sick. Terminal even. Some would praise the FWA fer letting ‘im live ‘is dream until the end."

Ashley points to the tombstone,

“Bollocks. The only reason that those bastards kept this poor bastard around was ‘e was a money maker. ‘e was the only thing worth paying attention to on Foit Noit. So they treated ‘im like meat with a fast approaching expiration date. Because to them that’s all ‘e was. ‘e died a slow painful death while they lined their pocket books with the revenue ‘e generated. They might ‘ave not killed Boudreau. But they sure as ‘ell didn’t ‘elp ‘im stay alive. ”

Ashley stares at the list for a moment, shaking his head.

“You know what’s wrong with this company? I mean really wrong? Oh there is a lot of things wrong with it. But I’m thinking o’ one single thing roit now. It’s something I learned in me five years ‘ere. It’s that self-respect and a ‘ard working attitude won’t get you as far as bitching to the roit set o’ ears or ‘aving big feckin’ tits. That is ‘ow you get anywhere in this company. You bitch, or you blow.
Don’t believe me? Prove me wrong. Prove to me that me wife Moira didn’t get screwed over when she tried to retain the ‘eavyweight belt. Prove to me that Baphomet and several others weren’t overlooked for a bunch of sobbing lil nancy-boys who cried to get their title shots instead of actually putting in some ‘onest werk. Prove to me that me boy Ewan Edwards didn’t get shagged up the arse by being overworked and then thrown to some ‘alftalent twit named AJ Hart all because he came slinking out of some sewer pipe to sweet talk ‘is way back in. Prove that I’m wrong. That people ‘aven’t ridden coat tails to get to places they didn’t fecking ever deserve to be in this company. Go ahead. Prove that I’m wrong.”

Ashley folds his arm and stands in silence for a few seconds, cocking his head slowly.

“You feckin’ can’t, can you? It’s because I’m roit. Fer five years now I’ve waited. Waited and ‘oped. ‘oped and waited that this place, this place that I ‘ave so foolishly referred to as my ‘ome would improve. That the people that could care the most were treated the best by the people who should care the most.“

He looks over at Boudreau’s grave.

“I don’t see it.”

He glances back at the article with something between a laugh and a sneer.

“All I see, is a company run by some chauvinist bastard who thinks that equal rights is ‘im getting to grope Denise Milani’s left and right tit. Even the thought of somebody without a penis ‘olding either the FWA Championship and World Heavyweight belts must make ‘im sick to ‘is stomach. Shite, Gabrielle getting the FWA Championship from that brownnose whiney little bitch Rocky Creed probably made ‘im as ill as that drama queen Nemesis somehow getting the belt from Moira gave ‘im a stiffy. Wot is it ‘e said in a recent Insider? Oh roit, that the company is looking fer women- to win the Women’s title. Sorry to break it too you, but the boundaries o’ wot women can win in this company changed forever with a woman named Jillian DeSilva. Quite frankly, many of the women in this feckin’ company ‘ave ‘ad bigger balls then most men in the locker room, and in management.”

The page crumples slightly as Ashley clenches his fist.

“Now, I can accept not making this list. That be fine. But Drew Jolson being listed be a slap in the face to all the ‘onest wrestlers in this company. I mean sure ‘e ‘eld the FWA Championship belt, but that’s loik saying that David Arquette was one of the WCW wrestlers of 2000 because he won the Championship there. Oh wait, David Arquette ‘ad to pin somebody to do that. All Jolson ‘ad to do was open an envelope and use it to wipe ‘is arse in the middle o’ the ring while management jacked itself off. That description is only ‘alf as vulgar as it sounds in comparison to that wanker touching that belt that way.”

You look at your camera, wondering for a brief second if you should stop the tape and edit that out. Nah, if they want to cut it out they can do it. You keep filming. Ashley looks at you

“You be new ‘ere don’t you? ‘ha that bastard Salum ‘asn’t wanted to talk to me ever since…”

Ash laughs under his breath.

“Well never mind that. You must ‘ave some reason to be ‘ere. I’m sure they didn’t send you ‘ere to listen to me go off on me place of employment. So wot is it?”

You stammer for a moment then start to explain that since Ashley is in the infamous Trial By Fire match with Nemesis, Stu St.Clair, and Devin Golden. You go on to say that you were sent to get Ashley’s opinion on the match. You kind of stop midsentence however, it seems like Ashley is not really paying attention. Instead he places a candle on the top of Boudreau’s grave stone and lights it. The small flame flickers. He stands and looks over his shoulder at you.

“Want me opinion then?”

You simply nod. Ashley puts the paper down and looks at the three roses. He puts them up to his nose and inhales with a relaxed sigh.

“You know, sometimes it’s the small things we overlook. You ever actually stop and smell the flowers?”

He gestures to the other gravesites, many have wreaths and flowers that loved ones have left behind.

“Does anybody stop and appreciate these flowers? Does anybody stop and contemplate their meaning, their purpose, or even if they ‘ave a purpose? Do the people who put them there even do it with meaning?” He pauses and smirks, “I guess I sound pretty cynical, don’t I? Well at Trial by Fire I face three people who don’t appreciate wot they ‘ave. They don’t appreciate wot they can do. They don’t appreciate wot ‘olding the World Heavyweight belt could mean for both themselves and this company. If they any of them did win it, they would sling it over their shoulder loik it were some bit accomplishment that they can ride of fer months. Winning this match doesn’t matter if you are a lame duck champion; if you don’t make a fecking impact. None of these men can do that. They might ‘ave been able to at some point, but not anymore.

Ashley holds out the white rose and looks at it for a moment. He runs his finger over the stem, feeling the thorns.

“Take fer example the current champion, me former tag team partner Devin Golden. This white rose represents him quite well. See, I was impressed with 'im at the last Crossfire. 'is actions defacing the belt in front of Stu proved that maybe 'e was starting to see things the right way. ‘owever, despite the apparent turn around as the ‘bad guy’ 'e is still a goody-goody. As much as 'e might claim 'e can, or want to, there is no way roit now that Devin Golden would ever be able to go as far as is needed as a champ to make a sweet damn of difference. Devin, like this rose, ‘ave thorns, 'e has shown them. But 'e is still a white rose. Devin is too pure still. This is why 'e will not retain the belt. Sorry. Any other time and I moit be rooting fer 'im. But 'e doesn't‘ave what is needed.”

He holds out the red rose.

“Now Nemesis, well could ‘e be wot the FWA needs? Is ‘e a man that could cause an impact? No. Nemesis is a man o’ passion. Like the red of this rose represents. At least that’s ‘ow ‘e would loik to be viewed. But the reality is any passion Nemesis ‘as is either a mask or it be in the wrong spot.”

Ashley laughs out loud.

“Did ‘e really think pushing Frank around was actually going to get to me? That I would some ‘ow be affected by you putting ‘is ‘ead through an urinal? That I give a damn? All that did was let me know that the bastard ‘ad reopened Duffy’s be’ind me back. I ‘ad to set ‘im straight loik I’m going to set Nemesis straight. Maybe ‘ell get the ‘ospital bed next to Frank.
But I digress. Nemesis ‘as no chance because despite wot ‘e claims, loss ‘as ‘eld ‘im back like a leash on a very weak dog. I’m not just talking about that precious little whats-‘er-face either. That woman 'e 'as claimed to ‘ave let go of. Nemesis never will let go of her. But I’m not talking about that alone. I’m talking about the loss o’imself. ‘e does not know wot ‘e is. ‘e hopes to find that ‘e is a champion. But this will not come to fruition. Nemesis does not deserve the belt. As long as ‘e is lost, ‘e never will ‘old the belt. ‘e will never be found though. Not anytime soon. ‘e will just ‘ave to continue blindly on, praying ‘e bumps into an answer.”

Ashley looks at the black rose, with a bit of a laugh.

“Now, while Devin is to pure and Nemesis feigns passion in lieu of understanding where ‘ is in life, Stu St.Clair is a shadow of ‘is former self. Stu was once a great man in this company. ‘e ‘ad a killers instinct. But loik a lion who ‘as grown old a frail, Stu St.Clair ‘as lost ‘is ability to make the impact ‘e once ‘ad.
Stu is a lot loik Nemesis, a man of misguided passion. Those long noits pining for Jenny Ignito, wishing that she would accept ‘im. Wishing that that she would let ‘im into ‘er and their son’s life. As much as ‘e might claim that the belt is the most important thing to ‘im, that is a lie. A lie ‘e uses to keep from admitting the truth. That ‘e wants to be accepted and loved. It eats Stu up inside. It eats him up that even though ‘e bested me so many times, that ‘e won the belts that I didn’t, I ‘ave ‘ad wot ‘e cannot and will not ever ‘ave. Stu will claim ‘e is better than me, that ‘e ‘as bested me in everything, that ‘e ‘as crawled under me skin and infected me with ‘is venom. But no amount of ‘is venom, that gets weaker as time goes on, could compare to one important fact. I ‘ave received the love of a woman I loved, and the love of a son. That eats at Stu St.Clair’s blackened and damaged ‘eart every single day and I couldn’t be ‘appier about it.
Stu St.Clair: The damaged monster crawling from some bastardization o’ some Mary Shelly book, wanting and yearning to be human and a monster at the same time. Much like the creature Doctor Frankenstein created was made out o’ body parts of the past, Stu in ‘is current form is made of memories, regrets, could-‘ave-beens, and denials ‘o the past. Much like Frankenstein’s monster 'ad no true purpose on this earth Stu ‘as no real purpose. Much like Frankenstein’s monster perished by fire, Stu St.Clair will also.”

Ashley looks at the three roses, sniffing all three with another smile. He lowers them and laughs.

“Stu is not the only thing that will burn, not at all.”

He walks over to the candle and holds all three roses over the flame. The pedals start to curl and darken as the heat of the flame seems to almost melt them. A black pedal starts to wilt off, followed by a white, then a red. Soon the heat has done its damage to all three flowers. Ashley places the damaged roses next to the candle.

“…something with meaning in this place finally. Like those three flowers were destroyed in just that little bit of candle light; Devin Golden, Nemesis, and Stu St.Clair will wilt and perish at trial by fire.”

He pulls out the Power 25 list again and starts to read from it.

“Special Honorable Mentions…Went from just a down on his luck father, to a mean and abusive drunk, to a hero and a friend, to a deviant all in one year. He's sent us on an emotional roller coaster ride in 2010 but he also was briefly one half of the World Tag Team champions with enemy turned partner in
crime Devin Golden. Ashley has almost become a mad man with his sporadic actions, but maybe that's what endears him to us.”

He lowers the paper with a sick smirk.

“Almost a mad man with sporadic actions? A deviant? Do you know wot a deviant is? It is a person whose deviates, that is to say a person who turns aside from a course or purpose, to stray from something. ‘ow foolish of everybody to think that way. You can love me. You can ‘ate me. I’m not going to follow the archetypes o’ being a ‘eel or a face. If you love me fine. If you ‘ate me so be it, I don’t give a shite. But accept this one truth. Accept that I am the only person on the roster who knows wot ‘as to be done in the FWA. Accept I am the only person who truly understands that this company, that was once a big strong hunting dog with a beautiful glossy coat and a bark that could shake windows is now nothing but a run- down pathetic mutt that ‘as been abused and malnourished by its owners. Accept that I understand if that beaten dog can be brought back to health, or if its days are numbered.”

Ashley pauses and smiles. He looks around in silence. An owl hoots in the distance but other than that all is still, motionless, dark.

“During the winter months, the night sure seems to catch up with you, doesn’t it?”
he says as he searches for something in his pocket.

“It’s not like the summer, where the day gradually gets darker and you get to enjoy a nice sunset. No, one moment it’s bright and in a blink darkness is upon you. The FWA is in its winter. Nobody sees the night coming. But it is.”

He pulls a small shiny object just smaller than the palm of his hand out. You hear it clink as the top pops open and you see the small dancing flame.

“Jesus..,” you suddenly register in your mind what is going on all too late. The statue, the rows of tombstones, and everything else covered in that oil.
Ashley laughs,

“Do you know why a forest fire is important? For years and years in the Okanagan area of British Columbia they did everything to stop fires. All this did was build the forest floor up with pine needles, fuel for a fire. Finally one day nature took its course. Lightning struck and the people so adamant about stopping these fires ‘ad no choice but to watch as the flames consumed over 60,000 acres o’ land. A forest needs the destruction of fire, otherwise it would suffocate in its own mess. Without fire no new trees are born. Without the destruction of fire, a forest is doomed. Fire is nature’s vacuum cleaner. Without its destruction, the FWA will never return to past glory. Or at least to wipe the mess that should ‘ave been cleaned years ago, that was so adamantly denied for ages, finally up.”

You hear the click of the lighter as he holds it under the article. Suddenly the red and orange glow rises, contrasting against Ashley.
You bring the camera up and face Ashley as you mouth a single word, “Why?”


“Simple. It’s not just because it has to be done. It’s because I want to, no, need to do it.”

He lets go of the paper and the air catches it. You quickly pray it lands in water, that the flame will go out and whatever vision he has will not be realized. Or that it will miss the fuel all together. But Ashley takes no chances. He takes the candle and brings the flame to the oil. The fire is born almost instantly.

You run.

You run and the flames run faster alongside you. It engulfs grave after grave and crawls up the statue. The fire crosses you off on the path forcing you off of it and up a small hill. You collapse against the giant willow tree at the top, your lungs heaving and burning as you try to catch your breath. You gradually do and stand to your feet to survey the scene.
A chill runs down your spine as your eyes trace the flames. You spot Ashley standing over Boudreau’s grave. He stands still, motionless, as if the flames around him have no effect on him. It’s almost as if they give him some form of strength, some deep understanding. The flames mirror on the opposite side. It looks like a H.
Your mouth drops in a gasps. It is an H, formed in flame.
While Ashley stands in ominous silence from a distance you read the apocalyptic message written in the flames.

“THE END
IS NIGH.”

[The Golden One]

You try to fall asleep…restless and agitated. You think back to what you saw, what made you so upset to begin with. You look to your left, and standing on the table to the left is an action figure of “The Golden One” Devin Golden and Nemesis. Both are wearing the World heavyweight title belt. The Nemesis action figure was bought for your birthday back in June. The Devin Golden action figure was bought a month ago for Christmas. Both action figures are smiling, but it’s the Devin Golden one that catches your attention.

You were sitting there…well, standing…anxiously…upper level in the second row. You were standing, watching the chaos that was ensuing in the center of the arena. You were wearing a tee shirt that said, “He is truly GOLDEN!”

You’re watching what is happening in the ring. Something does not seem…right about what is going on. The match is over. Devin Golden and Ashley O Ryan defeated Nemesis and Stu St. Clair…final week before Mile High. The fatal four way in the Trial By Fire match. You’re watching. Waiting. Something doesn’t feel right. Then….

A loud thud rings throughout the arena! A smack. You’re eyes were wandering aimlessly around the ring area. You looked down. You caught sight of Devin Golden, the man you’ve been following, cheering, worshipping, adoring…since he first won the X-Division title in 2009. He stands over a fallen Stu St. Clair, a steel chair now dropped and laying on the ring mat. Golden has a microphone in his hand and something doesn’t seem right to you.

“The smartest thing the devil ever did…”

The rest of the words seem jumbled together. You leave the show without a smile on your face. Everyone else around you is happy, chatting, talking, discussing. The fans are mostly discussing what happened to Devin Golden. He’s become a monster. He’s changed. The hero…your hero…seems gone.

You went home, went to sleep, went to school. Same routine, every week. The only thing different is after the show you took your “He is truly GOLDEN!” tee shirt off your chest and threw it in the trash can.

You’re laying in bed. You’re still not completely sure what is going on. You can’t wrap your head around what you saw in that ring. You’re not sure what Devin is. Hero? Monster? What is he? He’s the World Champion, but he said the word “devil.” He’s never said those words before. Never.

You close your eyes, and you fall asleep...

but it's not peaceful
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“When Adam finally realized the serpent was the devil, it was too late. He was already banished from the garden.”




The Greatest thing the Devil ever did…

You're dream state takes you to the point of view of being in a surreal atmosphere, as it always does. But even though dreams are outside of reality and trapped within our minds, it represents some subconscious truth.
It can’t be real, can it?

It’s a garden, with fresh green grass covering the ground, a beautiful, tall oak tree resting in the center with a flower bed surrounding the tree. There are apples hanging on the lowest branches of the tree. The apples are clear red, no bruised. Nothing tarnished. They’re “perfect.”

The garden has beautiful flowers surrounding the trees in colorful, full grown form. Red, pink, yellow, blue. Perfect secondary color to the green grass, green trees and red apples. The garden seems to never end, but the sky surrounds it above and comes down to the sides. The garden shows a squared shape.

However, the beautiful color is interrupted by engulfing flames that rise from the four sides of the garden and hover over. The flames stand tall, watching over like security guards at the squared area of the garden. The flames are now the primary color, and the green grass, flowers, oak tree and apples are secondary. Again…completely surreal.

Walking through the flames on one side of the garden comes “The Golden One” Devin Golden. He is wearing his World Heavyweight title…with the deformed and burnt name plate from this past Crossfire. Golden walks to the center of the garden, under the oak tree, and sits down inside the flower bed. He is completely unharmed and unfazed by the flames that he walked through and that now surround him. He just sits down, places the World Heavyweight title next to him in the flower bed, and smiles.

Devin Golden: For some reason, fans are very trusting. They will look…even SEARCH for a hero. It’s strange. They never cheered me because I was “The Golden One” Devin Golden. They cheered me because I was a hero. They cheered me because I pandered to them. They cheered me because I was different from every other wrestler in the world. Every wrestler was offering them old, moldy bread. I came and offered them a seemingly perfect, magic apple.

Devin Golden looks up and reaches for an apple that rests on some of the lower branches of the oak tree. He grabs it, looks at it for a few seconds. It’s in perfect form. He takes a bite of it, and relishes in the almost perfect taste. It’s as if the apple truly is magical, but Devin knows it is only an apple. He’s smarter than everyone he tricked.

Devin Golden: In the same way that the fans took the apple I offered them, thinking it was magic…the wrestlers of the FWA actually believed I was a hero as well. Nemesis, Stu St. Clair…even Ashley O’ Ryan believed in what I said. They all thought I was pure and goody-goody. They all thought I was the one with morals and ethics and that "ra ra" mentality. They’re pretty trusting as well. Or they only focus on what they see on the surface of an individual and never make an attempt to look any deeper. One of the two.

They fought against me, or teamed up with me…and they thought they knew who they were going to face when they walked into Mile High. They believed I was offering a magic apple as well…

the apple was a lie.

Devin takes another bite of the apple, and then tosses it onto the ground of the garden, and it rolls for a few seconds in the low cut grass and stops.

Devin Golden: I’m not going to give one of those stupid “People asked me why I did it, so I’m going to explain my actions” promos. Those are for run-of-the-mill wrestlers. I’m not a run-of-the-mill wrestler. I’m not your everyday World champion. I’m not like anyone else…who has ever walked into this ring.

That’s why I’m World Heavyweight champion…

That’s why I’m going to retain this belt against three men in a squared-circle surrounded in vengeful flames and jealous wrestlers...

That’s why I fooled the entire world…and made people believe that “The Golden One” didn’t exist…

Devin rises to his feet in the flower bed, and then walks from under the oak tree and begins pacing around the garden with the World Heavyweight title belt in his right hand, one of the straps dangling in the air almost touching the blades of grass.

Devin Golden: And really, I wouldn't be able to EXPLAIN my actions or give REASONS. I am who I am. I just didn't let anyone see who I was up until now.

When I came to the FWA, I wanted to be different. I wanted to be unique. I never wanted someone to be able to put a “label” on me. I never wanted anyone to be able to… “figure me out.” So, I came into the FWA as a good guy. You know...one of those stereotypical "faces" as the internet calls them. I came in trying to beat down “the bad guys”...or the heels...and be the only true hero left in the wrestling world. The FWA was full of villains, and I wanted to be different. I was this way, and it set me apart. I raised eyebrows in every match, even the losses. I became X-Division champion and immediately…immediately…p eople considered me to be a future World champion…because I was different. Because I wasn’t like Stu St. Clair. I wasn’t like Matt Boudreau. I wasn’t like Shawn Cortez. I wasn’t like G-Rich. I wasn’t like anyone else. I was different. I was a hero in a hero-less world, and that drew people to me.

Well…I got all the way to the top…the top of the ladder. I became World Heavyweight champion and more and more people followed my lead. Carmine Reaper…Cameron Cross…Anthony…Michael Servin…Blaq Lightning…I wasn’t the only hero anymore…just the one who led the way.

Truth is…that wasn’t really “me”. I wasn’t really a hero. I played the part to set myself apart, but in reality…in reality I was waiting…waiting in the darkness. People thought I didn’t exist. The FWA…and the fans…BELIEVED that a hero existed. People believed there was no mask.

I’m sorry to tell everyone, but they were highly mistaken. Just when people thought they had me figured out…I took the mask off.

Devin continues to pace around the garden, walking close to the flames that stand high above....and seemingly higher than before. Suddenly…it is noticed that the flames have gradually…slowly began inching tighter and tighter on the garden. The area of the squared garden is less than when Devin began talking. It’s as if the flames slowly move in on the oak tree standing in the center. Devin paces around the garden, going to each corner.

Devin Golden: Now, one of the things that I notice about this upcoming match...is I'm facing three men who, like myself, try to be different. Stu St. Clair sets himself apart as a monster. Nemesis sets himself apart as the hero. And Ashley sets himself apart similar to how I do...he NEVER wants people to be able to "figure him out." But they all still have faults...weaknesses...pit falls. And as the fire growes hotter, and as it seems to begin MOVING in on them...those holes will open up for me at Mile High.

You now notice that sitting near the oak tree is an enlarged tombstone. It is filled with writing on it. But you can't quite make out what is written there. There's a hole, unfilled, right in front of the tombstone. The writing has names and dates on it. It's as if there are multiple people buried in the same location.

Devin Golden: Stu St. Clair, I already beat you. Albeit, I beat you in my specialization, a Tapei Death match. But let me say it now, I’m going to beat you in a ring surrounded in flames. I’m going to beat you in a Trial By Fire match. You call yourself a monster. You call yourself sadistic. You call yourself the most feared man in this company. You're nothing like your former self. Maybe it was when Ashley beat you at Desert Storm over a year ago. Maybe it was when Jenny Ignito came into your life. Maybe it was when the Unholy Uprising suddenly dissipated. Maybe it was somewhere inbetween. But, somewhere along the way...you lost your spot as the most feared man in the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance.

And I think, as do many, that a lot has to do with the Jenny ignito saga. You reviled on the outside in the fact that you had no compassion, showed no remorse, and felt no love for another human being. But deep down, you just wanted to be loved. You wanted a lover in jenny. You wanted a friend in Ashley. You wanted a brother in Wolf. You WANTED these things, but they're all just parts of your past now. And you MISS them. You miss something. You desire to have something that you once had, something that made you feel "needed" and "important" to someone else. And let's not underestimate the importance of your relationship to your brother, Wolf. I know that relationship was bred out of hate and mutual desire to watch Crossfire burn. But it seems that ever since Wolf...was "gracefully" given the boot...you haven't quite been the same. You lost the World Heavyweight title...and it seems more and more people have just...stopped respecting you...stopped fearing you. I, for one, don't fear you any longer. And maybe that's what you want from your opponents...or maybe, just maybe, not being feared is what YOU FEAR the most.

Devin takes his free hand and places it in the flames, which are a little bit tighter on the garden. He keeps his hand in the flames and then pulls back, completely unfazed. The tobstone's writing now seems to become a bit clearer. At least, the first four names and dates can be made out. On it reads:
"Simply" Shawn Cortez 8/3/08-9/28/08
Stu 'The Snake' St.Clair 9/28/08-2/14/09
Darnell Porter 2/14/09-3/05/09
Stu 'The Snake' St.Clair 3/05/09-6/21/09

Devin Golden: Ashley ‘O Ryan, my former tag team partner and co-tag team champion. I’m going to shoot you straight; you are the SOLE reason why I am not walking around as a dual champion. You are the SOLE reason why I did not become a Unified Tag Team Champion. You cost me that series. Dan Ward and Andrew Johnson can walk around and say they have one on me…well, two. But, you know what…I’m not putting that on my record. I’m putting it on you, and only you. But, I’m still not going to take you for granted.

You’re a fighter...no doubt about it, and you already shocked the world once. Remember Desert Storm 2009? You shocked Stu St. Clair AND Wolf. You shocked the world. EVERYONE went crazy when it happened. Hell, I even smiled a little bit. Because it was pure. It felt…right. And you did it, Ashley. You did it. But, I won’t let you do it again. You’re the underachiever who will overachieve on the biggest stage, and you have it out for everything the FWA stands for. You tried to get it into my head that the FWA is evil, that the FWA is the monster in this game. And I PRETENDED to believe you. I played your game, spoke your lines. But, no...the FWA is not the monster that you should be worried about. The true monster is the man you made a deal with, the man you became the tag team champions with. You made a deal with the devil, and then you let the devil down...cost him something that he wanted. That doesn't speak well for you.

Devin continues to walk from corner to corner around the garden, and this time takes his World Heavyweight title belt, which is deformed and burnt from when he ignited it in flames on Crossfire, and he places it in the flames that surround the garden. Again, completely unfazed. When Devin pulls the belt back into view…

The nameplate is back to new, no longer burnt and deformed. It looks as if the plate was just polished and created only seconds before.

All the names and dates on the tombstone now become visible. It's as if they were being written while Devin was talking.

Ashley O'Ryan 6/21/09-10/30/09
Jack Severino 10/30/09-1/23/10
Ewan Edwards 1/23/10-3/17/10
Moira Crawford 3/17/10-4/25/10
Nemesis 4/25/10-9/18/10
Stu St. Clair 9/18/10-11/20/10

Devin Golden: And finally, Nemesis. Nemesis. The last…great…hero. You’re the last…last…hero in the FWA...or so people say.

Fans will cheer you, adore you, worship you, wear your tee shirts, and buy your action figures. You’re the hero that everyone is rooting for now. You’re the hero that everyone wants to see win…to see beat me. You are just like…what I pretended to be. People said you and I were a lot alike. We fought. We never gave up. We were the heart and soul of Crossfire. But in reality, we’re NOTHING alike in that sense. But we are alike in a different sense.

You’re the guy with a mask on...just like I was. Don’t tell me otherwise. Take the mask off like I did, Nemesis. Take it off. You could still be World champion…if you would quit walking around pretending to be the hero. But, it’s tougher to be the hero when you’re the hunted. It’s tougher to be the hero when you’re at the top of the ladder.

Nemesis, we’re in a dog eats dog company. This company likes to go for the hot topic. Strike the iron while it’s hot, ya know? When someone is at the top, all those dogs…or snakes…are climbing up, looking at you with jealous eyes. You think you can stay there with a heroic mentality? You think you can keep your place at the top trying to be a hero for all of your fans? Trying to be some sort of savior?

No, you never said you wanted to be a hero. You never said you wanted to be a savior. Even as the leader of the Sons of Liberty, you said you only lead the way you wanted to lead. You said you never cared if the fans were behind you. But in reality….in reality…every fan is looking to you to lead them. Every person who will be in those seats at Mile High will be HOPING you win MY World Heavyweight title. You’re their hero. You’re it, Nemesis…and I KNOW you already knew that. But you know what? You want to be their hero for some reason. For some reason…you think you can be at the top of the mountain…and still be the hero. Well, you already failed at that once…I learned from that moment, when you lost to Stu St. Clair and lost your title reign…your first one.

The tombstone's writing is finished, top to bottom on what looks like a 10 foot high tombstone. However, the hole that lays before it catches the point of view yet again. Inching closer to reveal what lays inside. Is it every champion who is written on the tombstone, as all three that are facing Golden in the Trial By Fire match are former World Heavyweight champions?

No...it's the belt, the belt that was once carried by World Heavyweight champions on Crossfire. It is completely untarnished. The gold nameplate glistens 10 feet below the garden grass, surrounded by dirt, but it is buried. It is no longer relevant. The old ways are no more.

Devin Golden: I learned that you can’t be a hero and be the hunted. But you can be ruthless. You can be mean. You can be greedy. You can be a monster. You can be the devil. I decided that instead of being any of these things...instead of putting on another mask like so many people in this company do...I decided just to reveal exactly who I was. And I did such by destroying the World Heavyweight title. Or at least, people say I destroyed it. I say I made it better.

You see, I don't want to live in the shadows of former World champions like Nemesis, Ashley O Ryan and Stu St Clair. I was to bring in a new era to Crossfire. A new regime. Out with the old, and in with the new. It seems like it's about time for Stu's reign to end. It seems like it's about time for the hero, Nemesis, to finally be defeated. And it seems like the underdog story of Ashley O Ryan finally needs to have the final chapter written. it seems like these three men have been holding their place on Crossfire for a long, long time...and it seems like it's time to shake things up. And the best way to do that...the best way to let people know that there's a new king in town...is to make a new crown. And that's exactly what I did with this World Heavyweight belt, I made a new crown.

The World Heavyweight title that he holds in his right hand again changes form and shape. it becomes "tainted" and "deformed", back to the burnt, odd shape that the nameplate took after Crossfire.

Devin Golden: You can do whatever, but you have to do WHATEVER it takes to be the best and stay atop the ladder. You can be the best, but the best isn’t sitting on a kid’s bedroom table smiling in action figure form. The best is being that kid’s WORST nightmare.

Devin is now standing underneath the oak tree again. The flames have moved closer and closer, and the squared garden has become tighter and tighter. The flames are a mere feet from taking over the most outward branches and the flower bed, and they are moving at a faster pace.

Devin Golden: As we move into this match, the best thing for me is that everyone else will be focusing or trying to win for different reasons. No one will be paying enough attention to the person they should, the champion. It's as if I don't even EXIST to them. Ashley O Ryan will be fighting because he believes the FWA is the real monster behind everything. Stu St. Clair will have his mind wrapped around his heart pains and life troubles with Jenny Ignito, the mother of his own flesh and blood. And Nemesis will continue to fight with a mask on, hoping the fans cheer him, adore him, and root for him...consider him their hero, and their savior. No one is simply fighting to become World Heavyweight champion, and no one is fighting because they want a piece of me, the champ. Like I said, it's as if I don't even exist.

And the greatest thing the devil ever did…was made people believe he didn’t exist.

The dangerous, hot flames are tighter and tighter on the tree, engulfing the outside of it and moving inward, and now parts of the flower bed are no longer there. The square is now just a few feet in area space. Devin is standing with his back to the tree, back against the wood, completely unfazed and acting as if the flames don’t even exist. The flames comes tighter and tighter…until there is nothing left except the smiling face of Devin Golden and the World Heavyweight title belt that he is still holding in his right hand.

Devin Golden: And when people realized they were wrong….when the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance…Stu St. Clair…Nemesis…Ashley O’ Ryan…when they realized they had me all wrong…

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You suddenly wake up from your dream sweating all over. You’re breathing heavily, frightened out of your mind from the dream you just had. You don’t like what you saw in your head. You don’t like what you heard.

But it was just a dream.....right?

A thought, an unwelcome thought enters into your head. You didn't think of it yourself. You didn't conjur it up on your own. And if it was up to you, it never would have entered your mind. it's almost as if SOMEONE ELSE put it there...insterted it as if they control your mind.

“When the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance…Stu St. Clair…Nemesis…Ashley O’ Ryan…when they realized they had me all wrong…


It was too late.”

[Wolf]

You got the guns, we got the numbers....

This promo contains 100% BEEF





A door, a door unlike any other door, but this one is special; it’s got a little man pictogram on it. Oh yeah, you guessed it, where coming to you LIVE from the men’s bathroom. The camera shifts to the side to show a man’s hand opening the door. It was the cameraman with natural urges, but he didn’t found urinal he wanted instead he found a locker room of Bovine Stallions. It wasn't unusual to find that some superstars tweaked the bathroom to their fancy. HOWEVER the bathroom had been drastically changed, it looked like a trashy themed hotel room. The urinals were gone replaced with a ridiculous sofa in the shape of a huge pair of red lips. They had a thick shag cream rug covering a lot of the floor and of course the assortment of his mustache breatherin on the wall. Paul Teutal Senior, Tom Sellick, Hulk Hogan to name but a few. One wall was covered with a large portrait of Derrick Hoff with nothing more than a 'large' bunch of grapes covering his modesty - of course he was naked in the photo. Anyway back to the scene at hand we find DR. ZEE with EMT’s looking at an X-Ray with a look of bewilderment. They tilt their head trying to work out just what is wrong with the given body part. When suddenly the voice of DR. ZEE can be heard with a fake pipe hanging from his mouth and a fake mustache on his face.

DR. ZEE: "What seems to be the problem i say, i say?"

The EMT's look back at him with cocked eyebrows

EMT: "Who are you? Are you even a doctor?"

DR. ZEE: “ DR. ZEE is my name, oooooohhhh yeah"

The name draws odd looks

EMT: “Dr. Zee? What are we doing in bathroom?”

DR. ZEE: "DR. ZEE you fool. You have to put stress on every letter and it is fabulous in here"

EMT: "Well DR. ZEE it's this X-Ray you've given us, we've checked it over but there really isn't anything wrong with it from what we can see"

Doc chuckles shaking his head pedantically

DR. ZEE: "Let me ask you Doctors....what are you Doctors of?"

EMT: "Well I'm physiotherapist actually"

Female EMT: "I'm just first aid.."

DR. ZEE: "Ah see I'm gynecology and i can tell you exactly what is wrong with this X-Ray but it is better shown with this picture.."

Doc brings up another picture over the picture of the X-Ray. This picture was a promo shot of Jack Severino

DR. ZEE: "It's obvious to me after years with my head between many a womans legs.....with my gynecology exams of course that this man is suffering from a severe lack of balls as demonstrated in these falsely titled...nut hugging trunks"

Doc points to the tight trunks Jack wears to the ring. The EMT's look even more bewildered now and begin to suspect

DR. ZEE: "Not only that my fellow colleagues. I mean a lack of balls can be saved by growing a pair but this man after years of human growth hormone abuse has now no balls.....and a tiny penis and THIS is why he feels the need to lie to the FWA fans,. THIS is the reason he's completely delusional to the point of hallucination it seems. It's quite a common case that we have come to know as 'James Sync syndrome' in which the victim really doesn't have a grasp on reality, horrendous flapping gums and a penis that couldn't satisfy even the horniest of women like Gabrielle that’s the origin of Karolina’s nickname Banshee of Despair… ooooohhhh yeah…. and this all stems back to the victims...lack of balls"


DR. ZEE patted EMT on the shoulder and moved over to his locker and pulled out a box resembling a treasure chest, he opened it up and pulled out a pure white bottle and sprayed it on both sides of his throat and then once on his crotch with a smirk

DR ZEE: Never know right?

He chuckles to himself

FEMALE EMT: “You are weird”

EMTs walk away, when Hoffs walks in pass the cameraman

Hoffs: Wazzuuup, dudes!!!!


DR. ZEE: Ahhhhh my beasts, last night I had a dream, a vision.

He points at Derrick.

DR. ZEE: Derrick here was riding on a horse. No normal horse, oh no! The horse was painted to look like a cow! Now, Danny was wearing a golden crown and had a Sega Game Gear in his hands. Bizarre, I know, but it happened. Then it struck me like a bolt of lightening. The dream meant something. It had hidden meaning. That’s when my eyes were drawn to my bedside table. On the table lay the following items:

A copy of Horseface Severino and Cow magazine with Gabrielle
A Sega Game Gear cheats book
A framed photo of Queen Elizabeth II
A note that I left myself which read - “NAME TAG TEAM FINISHER!!”

That’s when it dawned on me. The Bovine Stallions didn’t have a name for their finishing manoeuvre. So I went downstairs, opened up the egg box and made a fried breakfast with a nice warm cup of hot Bovril.

DR. ZEE looks in the direction of Derrick Bean who nods knowingly.

DR. ZEE: After my phenomenal breakfast event I came to a conclusion on what my dream meant and why I had it. All the objects all led to one outcome. The creating of Hoffs Tag Team finishing manoeuvre. SO HERE IT IS!!!

DR. ZEE and Derrick both rip open their shirts to reveal the name of the finishing manoeuvre written on their chests.
THE PsyCow!


However, they go too far and also take off their trousers too, revealing smashing underwear selections from both men.

Da Beef: YEAH! You better believe it, THE PsyCow is the most DEVISTATING tag team finisher in the history of wrestling! When we lock that in on Jackass Severino will feel the leather on his bare ass when I take off the belt. Not my belt because I’m wearing a thong to the ring! I’m taking a male crowd members belt, BOOYAH!!! Not only that, but I’ll get DR. ZEE to put it back on……with his teeth! HIIIYYYYYYYYOOO, YEAH! I’ve been waiting a long time for this match. and I’m looking to execute some unbelievable moves. Russian Leg Sweep, Hammerlock, Side headlock! Oh yeah, I’m going alllllll out right here!!


He says flopping back onto the tacky couch with his legs apart. Danny the sensible one steps in.


Danny: Jack Severino a monster of a man. Monster. The very word conjures up images of these giant creatures, these great beasts that roam the countryside with little more than mindless destruction and chaos in mind. And then, the angry mob of villagers with pitchforks and torches, wanting to destroy these creatures, to wipe them away from existence. We think back to what people must have been like to believe in such fairytales, such stories of these mythical beings when the fact is, then, just as now, we want to believe. We want to believe, that you are this unstoppable psychotic monster of a man. We want to believe in their existence, to believe that there is something of such great destructive power out there, that it would take a miracle to stop it. Be it a supernatural miracle, or simply a unified front by mankind. We use these stories to frighten our children, to keep the superstitions alive, to pass the myth down from generation to generation. We do it because we need a dose of myth in our lives. We need to feel as if there are such great creatures... out there, somewhere. We need it so much that we often resort to claiming to have seen them right in our own backyards. For years now, FWA has had to endure the actions of its own monster. And now, a contingent of the federation's bravest souls stand alone against the fury of the darkness........... or at least that's what he would have you believe. I see no beast, here. I see no mythical figure, no supernatural force. I see a coward. I see a man who has resorted to smoke and mirrors, who has adopted a pattern of striking his opponents from behind, sneak attacks and even resorting to using weaponry... even after he claims to be such a powerful and dominant force all on his own., he is not the monster that he would have us think he is. He is not this great beast.


The tirade of Danny Hoff is interrupted by his brother from the keller

Da Beeef: ET SMELLS LIKE SHEET IN HERE!.

Da Beef pulls a face, the smell was no doubt DR ZEE's musk as Danny continuos ignoring the disturbtion

Danny: Former World Champion. Former North American Champion. Former Tag team Champion. The list goes on and on! Truly speaking, he is a monster of a man. A great warrior who has shown his ability to turn back the tide again and again, despite how the odds may be stacked against him. For a long time, he seemed impervious against us "normal" men. Men such as Michael Servin... normal competitor. Fierce in his own right, but viewed as achingly average when compared to the Severino's power. Silent as the night, deadly as a great dragon, he swoops in and decimates all before him, now, the wolves line up, each ready and willing to step forward and "tame the beast"... . Even in the face of the Modern Day Anarchist himself, I shall never back down. And when this day is done, and men look back upon the battle as a long faded memory, they will remember that above all else, Bovine Stallions no one ever gave a chance to... stood face to face with giant. They will remember that they weren't the strongest, the biggest, they were the beefiest...

DR. ZEE: Wow, Danny good stuff, my beast. I hope welness policy won't detect it and I want a bag of it.

Danny: I was watching lord of the rings.

DR. ZEE: I hoped for something more juicy

He nods and glances at Derrick oddly who is still sniffing around,.


Da Beef: Welcome to hell on Earth, Jackie, because tonight you're going to get pounded by two brothers in the ring! You're gonna get abused so badly you'll be screaming your little face off! Let me tell you something, I fully intend to get OILED up for tonight's action, even more so than I am now. Slick and never missing a trick! I feel that a man such as yourself could benefit from a good ol' fashioned OILing. Doc has given his FULL endorsement to apply maximum amounts of OIL during tonights bout. It's OFFICIAL! Word is bond. Signed, sealed, delivered. Jackie,, my brother and I are well and truly the REAL DEAL! We're always PRIME and on TIME! no matter HOW good you are! Think about it! I'm world renowned as the guy who defeated James Sync in an epic encounter.. My brother and I, we have been on a par and we have been equal to any wrestling siblings in the world, as a matter of fact, rumor has it that Iron Sheik said that we're his favorite wrestlers on Fight Night! Now...that may or probably may not be true, but still, a nice rumor to have floating about. You're a sick, sick man.........and I'm somewhat worried. Not that you'll hurt me, I like pain, but that you'll damage my gorgeous facial features. You may have seen that I was on the front over of FWA Magazine this month! I'm sure Sara Wolf will be furious but, if you ask me, I look better on the front cover! Where as you, Jackie? You look like a bag of rocks. You are the knuckle dragging, chair wielding, oaf. I am FWA's only PREMIUM RATE superstar! SeXy to the core! PRIME and on TIME


Derrick begins posing down in the middle of the room DR. ZEE shouts encouraging slogans at him

DR ZEE: FLEX THOSE BiCEPS! TO THE MAX! USE THE SAUCE! YEAH, BABY, YOU'RE TOP OF THE RANGE!

Derrick stops possing

Da Beef: What do you think about that!? Huh!? Derrck Hoff is, once again, proving that he's got more MEAT on the bone than most competitors here in FWA. My delightful frame has been abdominalized in the gym, digitally enhanced in the photo shoots and maximised on your computer screens!!

Derrick sniffed over Doc and pointed to him.

Da Beef: IS YOU, YOU SMELLS OF SHEET!

DR ZEE: I think your nose is jet lagged my beast, this scent is called simply 'The Moist Maker' it's pure passion in a bottle.

Danny: I'm sorry but you smell like a dead guys ass.

Voice comes from the stall, which survived the reconstruction.

Voice: Jack Severino worse than smell, Jack Severino is no good low-life a little gay worse than Michael Jackson. Suplex him, put him in the camel clutch, f*ck his ass and make him humble!

They all look into the heavens.

The Bovine Stallions: The divine power is on our side…. Ohhhhhhh yeeeaahhhh!!!!!!

The scene fades to black.

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[Killswitch]

There Will Be Blood:

The camera is in the locker room. We see Carmine “Grim” Reaper and he is sitting down. He has his wrestling gear on and he has his North American Title strapped around his waist. He is looking down, and he seems to be talking to himself. He then reaches over and unzips his bag and he grabs something out of it. He looks at it and he seems mesmerized by it. He hides it though as he seems to not want anyone to see what he has. He then looks at the camera and he smiles but then he quickly looks back down at the ground. This time he begins to speak though.

Carmine: Thomas Princeton, you think you have me beat don’t you? You think that you have this little game won, but guess what you don’t. You don’t have me beat because you are simply overlooking one fact and that fact is that you have NEVER beaten me in that ring. Every time we face be it one on one or in a tag team match I beat you. I beat you because I am that much better then you, you see you come out and say that you are better then everyone but the problem is that you aren’t. You talk and talk but you don’t walk and walk, you just fail at everything you do.

Carmine then looks at the camera and he smiles again. He then chuckles to himself a little bit and then he nods his head.

Carmine: Coming into the FWA, I knew that I would find people that I hated and find people that I wanted to beat in that ring. But what I didn’t know was that I was going to find someone like you. I didn’t think I would find someone that was so black hearted that would do anything it would take to be the best. Yes when you want to be the best you have to bend the rules a little bit but you Princeton you do nothing but break them. You do it because you go for the shock value, and you know what it works. It works because people just have the idea that they need to hate you, and guess what it is a pretty good idea.

Carmine gets up and he keeps the mystery to himself. The camera tries to look into his hand but Carmine keeps it hidden.

Carmine: This feud that we have had Princeton has made me realize that some people in this world are evil. That no matter what some people are going to be this way and you cannot and will not be able to change them. Princeton you are a person that needs to be taught a lesson and that is going to happen tonight. Although I have thought that I did it before but you keep on coming back for more and it kind of makes me laugh. You see when you won this you thought that you were on top of the world…

Carmine unstraps the North American Title and he places it on his shoulder.

Carmine: You thought you were the man, but guess what it didn’t last long because you started to face me and I became the man that you couldn’t beat. You kept on trying like a little kid when he can’t quite get something fixed but he wants to get it fixed. He tries and tries and then he gets frustrated and he takes it to someone so they can help him. That’s the way I see you, and I am surprised that you haven’t gotten someone to help you yet. Now I know you have the Yes Men, and I know that tonight they are going to be on me like flies on dog crap, and I know I am going to have to fight them off but you know what I am fine with that. I am fine with that because I know that is who you are, and I know that you can’t beat me by yourself. You try and try to get the upper hand and this…

Carmine stops and he looks at his hand again and he shakes his head. He begins to speak and now you can start to feel emotion in his voice.

Carmine: ...This time you might have got it. A couple weeks ago, you took Katie and you thought that this time you got to me. You know what you did. You got to me because you got personal, something that no man should do when he is trying to win something. You see now you gave me more of a desire to beat you tonight, I am sick and tired of you and I am going to destroy you tonight. Now if this whole thing with Katie didn’t happen I still would want to have beaten you but now I want to kill you. I want you to feel what I have felt that past few weeks, I want you to feel pain and loss, I want to make you suffer the way you have made me suffer. I NEVER once made it personal with you Princeton, you are the one that stepped the game up and now this time I am going to end it. I never made it personal Princeton because that’s not who I am, but now because you have, anything goes and I mean anything. Once you touch something of mine, it becomes really hard to take me away from getting to the person that wronged me and Princeton you were the one that wronged me and I cannot wait to face you in that ring.

Carmine then sits back down and grabs the North American Title with his hands and he looks at it. He then brings it to his face and he kisses it.

Carmine: Princeton, I know I have been a little harsh on you in this speech but now, I am going to give you a compliment of some sorts. You see, before I started to kick your ass from pillar to post I wasn’t sure what my career here in the FWA was going to take me. I was kind of lost and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but then I saw you and I saw what kind of man that I didn’t want to be. So I started to think to myself what should I do. I then saw you with the North American Title and I knew what I needed to do and that was win that title off from you. When I did, I felt that I had cleaned this title that I had taken it back to the glory days, but then you wouldn’t let it rest you kept coming after me. But now this is where I am going to give you a compliment, you have made me a better wrestler because of it. You made me a better wrestler because well my friend you have made me not want to give this title back to you because I know you’ll only use it for evil. You’ll make it your personal bidding tool and you will make it worse off if you win it back tonight.

Carmine then puts the title down and he runs his finger over the name plate.

Carmine: You see my legacy, my name is now tied into the history of this title. Yours is as well but I will be damned if I am the one that gives it back to you. Now what makes me laugh is that this match is not a regular match anymore, this match is a first blood match.

Carmine looks down at the floor and then he cracks a smile.

Carmine: Tonight, some ones blood is going to be spilled, hell it could be spilled in the ring, or hell right here on this chair. Thomas you thought you were clever in making a match like this, you thought that it would hurt me by making this match, but you fail to realize that I am a changed man. When you first came out with this match that is when you had Katie, and you knew where to get me and you got me. So you could have made any match and I would have said yes. I would have said yes because I have her honor to defend as well. But this match come on Thomas you could have been smarter than that. This match you are GIVING me weapons, and hell I have beaten you without them so what makes you think that by giving me weapons it is an advantage on your part? Something must have been lost in translation my friend because by giving me weapons it is only going to make your beating worse. It is going to make me hit you with chairs, it is going to make me put you through tables until I MAKE YOU BLEED. Every time I crack you in the skull with a chair I am going to look to see if you’re bleeding and if you’re not WHAM! I am going to hit you again and again UNTIL YOU ARE! I am going to make you beg for mercy and make you scream in pain, because you have pissed me off and you have made a huge mistake at putting this stipulation on this match. Now like I said before you are going to have your little group of misfits with you but that is fine, because I am going to take it as you cannot beat me one on one. You know you can’t and that is why you need back up. That is why you need a group behind you because you SIMPLY aren’t good enough Princeton and hell why don’t I make them bleed along with you.

Carmine then picks the title up and he almost shows what he has in his hand but he quickly covers it up.

Carmine: This match like this feud is not going to be for the faint of heart. I am going to make you bleed and I am going to smear it all over you. Then I will grab MY title and stand above you and I will get down to my knees and whisper in your ear, you aren’t the only one who can make things personal. You see Princeton you might have a plan for this match, but I have a plan for after the match. You see you tried to beat me in getting personal but now, the ball is in my court for that and I am going to show you how personal Carmine can get. You see I talked about how I wouldn’t do it but now because you have it is time for me to do it and you are not going to like it because well, I am better at that then you are. This match is going to be fun for me because I am going to take you behind the woodshed and beat you Princeton, you might think you have the upper hand but my friend you don’t. You don’t because I am simply better than you, and I am going to PROVE it ONCE again, Thomas I know at the end of your promo tonight you are going to say” “Because I am Thomas Princeton and I am better than you!!” The fans will boo, and I will sit here in the back and laugh, because you aren’t better than me and these fans have seen it firsthand. In other words Thomas check this little motto out. I am Carmine “Grim” Reaper, and I’m the North American Champion get used to it!

Carmine then picks his title up from off his shoulder and he puts it back on his waist he slaps it with his right hand, and then nods his head. He opens his left hand and a little photo flutters out of it. It lands on the ground and bounces face up, the camera looks at Carmine and Carmine leaves the room. The camera zooms on the photo and we see Aja Melissa and the child of Thomas Princeton. The camera starts to fade to black but we can still here Carmine as he says.

Carmine: Told you I could get personal Thomas…

[10-Figures of Punk]

Interviewer: So Jermaine how do you feel about receiving your match five days before the event?

Jermaine: See how FWA put it, they told me that because its a dark match they don't have to tell me. But what they don't understand is that Jermaine is the GOD of FWA. I am the Savior.... but for right now, I'm going to do the talking in the ring.

[DramaShark]

A Prologue

The Camera pans around the locker room and we see a wide arrangement of posters ont the wall. One poster depicts a raven haired punk rock princess holding the TNA knockouts championship high over her head. Another poster is that of the rock band "Anti-Flag". We see a poster of the movie Pulp Fiction, with Uma Thurman smoking a cigarette. The camera shifts to the right and we see a the same dark haired girl from the first poster, listening to her ipod pulling her personal belongings out of her duffle bag.

Dinorah Redgrave get's settled in to her locker on her first official night in the FWA. Dinorah pulls out her boots and then her tights. She sets them down on the chair near her and unzips her black and pink checkered hoodie to reveal a black T-Shirt revealing the words "Over The Edge" in white. Behind her, Eyensane, Killemall and Alana Allure walk into the locker room smiling at the new addition to Over The Edge.



Dinorah: Hey guys! Let's do this....

[PheTomenal]

- The Preparation –

PAJ is in his hotel room in an unnamed hotel in Washington D.C. PAJ lifting dumbbells in each hand. There appears to be some strain in his face, as he isn’t the biggest guy in the world, but he believes pushing yourself will breed success. He is looking into the mirror talking to himself to get himself motivated for a Dark Match at Trial By Fire and to be ready to help out Anthony if required.

*Thoughts* Tonight may be a dark match at a Pay-Per-View but still it’s a match in which I need to prove myself because a victory takes you one more step forward on the road to success and the road to success ultimately leads you to a title. It may not be what this industry is about, but it is what gets you remember more than anything else.

PAJ: Ugh…

PAJ takes a couple of breathes to make sure he doesn’t injure himself…he puts weights down onto the floor and takes a few slower breathes and continues to look at himself in the mirror

*Thoughts* It is part of the reason I returned to FWA but there were many others, some I have revealed, some will become clearer over time but one thing is for sure I will not let up just because I am fighting in a dark match. People think that dark matches mean nothing but you have to create the buzz for the crowd before the show, get them in the mood for a great night of wrestling and it also will show management that you are committed and want to move up the card if you are willing to perform to your high standards in a dark match. Remember people wont forget you if you give it all every week.

PAJ stands up and looks at the floor around the room. He walks over to a square table that covers the middle of the room and moves it next to the door. PAJ picks up a remote off the bedside table and turns on a recording of himself speaking and PAJ starts doing some push ups on the floor of the hotel room.

*Recording* PAJ: This tape is to help myself while preparing for my match with Dragan Djokovic in the Pay-Per-View Dark Match…

*Brief Pause*

Just like any good warrior you have to be able to prepare in any environment. That said you cant be sure what you are going to expect tonight. You aren’t really aware of who Dragan Djokovic is but you know you cant take any precautions. You have proven yourself elsewhere but don’t become obsessed with trying to prove yourself here obsession is just self-oppression and you need to be sure that you are not giving yourself extra pressure. Tonight may be just a dark match but there is no pressure, no expectation…just the way you wanted it. Tonight its your chance to show people that you are serious about this return and you are willing to commit to FWA long term.

The tape fades out and PAJ stops doing press ups with the thoughts in his head from his own pre-recording. He sets the table back to where it was before he moved it, grabs a towel and heads to the bathroom.

- The Hype? -

PAJ is sat backstage, alone having had to arrive a long time before most of the FWA roster of the PPV. PAJ is talking to some of the backstage crew about his match.

PAJ: To be honest, I don’t think anyone cares about my match, its just a dark match ya know? Still any momentum is good momentum and next week I can say I won a match last week and it keeps me ticking over. Sure there is no hype from the fans but I approach every single match the same no matter the situation. However, we all know this was a petty attempt by the Great Siege to try and knock me. To try and make me feel like Im not that important and to try and make sure that Anthony is there for the taking if I was to lose but I wont dwell on them. I will look at Dragan and know that I can win and then I will be back later ready to stand by Anthony’s side because together we stand and together we will fall and no-one can break our spirits. Trial by Fire makes a stark contrast to Mile High where I shocked the FWA world with my return to FWA. A few weeks have past and there was never a honeymoon period but I feel like I have just started to settle into the groove of FWA. Tonight, I will hope Dragan wont expect an easy ride just because he may feel like I will not be going out one hundred percent to win. Dark match or Main event, The Gladiator must give his all to entertain the crowd and as a prize be immortalized in the glory of victory.

The crew members nod their heads and then shake PAJ’s hand as he walks away to go to the lockerroom to make his final preparations as the arena is starting to fill.

- The Execution? -

PAJ stands waiting to enter before his dark match. He gets the signal from the backstage crew member and he steps out onto the stage knowing that he is doing whatever it takes to win it may be a dark match to some people but to PAJ is a pressure free match and a chance to show management that he is committed despite being in a dark match…Will he execute?...lets wait and see…

...End…