Trial by Fire 2011 Promo Thread

[iMatt]

Inside a janitor's closet....

The closet is filled with cleaning supplies, there is a lone uncovered bulb lighting the room. There are no windows and a leaky pipe is creating a puddle on the floor. In the middle of the closet is a steel chair, tied to that chair is Kaite Lynn Goldsmith. Her arms are tied behind her back, and a cloth has been lodged in her mouth as a gag. She is struggling against the ropes, but having no success. The chair won't even move. The creaky door opens and in walks Tabitha of the Yes Men.

Tabby: Hungry?

Katie just glares at her. Tabby smiles then pulls the gag out of Katie's mouth.

Tabby: I said...are you hungry?

No response from Katie. She grins then calls out towards the unknown hallway.

Tabby: Mr. Princeton, I think its feeding time!

Thomas Princeton enters wearing his signature business suit, this time with an American flag tie. He leers down at Katie.

Tom: What's on the menu for today?

Tabby: Spaghetti with ground turkey and tomato sauce. Fresh out of the oven. Dimitri!

Dimitri enters with a plate of steaming hot spaghetti. He gives it to Tabby. She thanks him and Dimitri exits closing the door.

Tabby: Open wide sweetie.

Katie refuses to open her mouth. Tabby frowns.

Tom: Come on Katie, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which one is it going to be?

Katie doesn't dare to make eye contact. Tabby then grabs Katie roughly by the neck. Tabby then take a big spoonful of spaghetti. Tabby chews the spaghetti, then uses her hands to force Katie's mouth open then plants a big kiss on Katie as she kisses her she empties her chewed up food into her mouth. She then releases the kiss and a disgusted Katie's eyes water with tears.

Tabby: You gonna behave now?

Katie spits in Tabitha's mouth. Tabby retaliates by slapping Katie hard. Tom grabs Tabby and controls her.

Tom: Tabitha no! We don't hurt her! This is about Carmine, not about her. Speaking of which you should have seen your boyfriend Katie, he's so brave. He stood up to me and my men, he challenged me he demanded I return you. But of course I have him by the crotch, he can't do anything as long as I have you in my clutches. But it was quite admirable that he is so dedicated to your safety. Too bad he's not too interested in saving you, I mean not even one rescue attempt? That's kind of sad don't you think? If someone I cared deeply about was in your situation I would not rest until I got him or her back. but Carmine doesn't do things like that. Go figure. Of course Carmine's lack of ferocity hasn't stopped you from trying to get away.

Tom taps his shoe on the chair leg which is bolted down to the floor.

Tom: You got pretty close to escaping last time, I have to admit it was a rather clever plan to feign being sick to get us to loosen your ropes. Bryce is an idiot and you outsmarted him, too bad Tabby here was standing right outside the door and was able to apprehend you. Still, I'll give credit where its due. You've got a lot of guts, I can see what Carmine sees in you, I mean it can't be your chest so....anyway I have some rather pressing business to attend to. Tabby will continue giving you dinner, I on the other hand will be explaining to your thick skulled boyfriend exactly how and why I will defeat him at Trail by Fire. Have a nice night.

Tom leaves Katie with Tabitha and heads towards the ring.

Inside the house show ring....

The FWA house show has just got done watching a good and competitive match, they are ready for more. They are of course instantly annoyed as soon as they here "The Orange Man" blast over the arena speakers and they start to boo and jeer as Thomas Princeton enters and walks down the ramp towards the ring, a smug look on his face. He steps into the ring, and signals for a microphone. He is handed one and begins to speak into the microphone.

Tom: Settle down subordinates, I've got a lot to say and not a lot of time so I need you all to focus on the words coming out of my mouth.

The fans make their boos louder, Tom just sighs pausing for a moment. Then begins to speak over the barrage of hatred from the crowd.

Tom: Tomorrow night at Trial by Fire, I Thomas C. Princeton will take on the current North American champion Carmine "Grim" Reaper and it will be in a title match!

The crowd begins to cheer, showing approval for Carmine. Tom just grins.

Tom: Thank you for cheering me getting my rightful rematch.

The crowd instantly starts to jeer Tom once more. Tom nods his head and starts speaking again.

Tom: Now, this match is very special. It already goes without saying that a title match is important, one to look for. But this match will be a lot different than your run of the mill title match, if there is such a thing because there is an added ante to it. Its more than just two men getting in the ring and battling it out to see who can be the better man that night, no, no its much different. You see this match is a match that's not about who can cause a pinfall, who can create a countout, who can force their opponent to tap out. None of that matters! Because at Trial by Fire I will take on Carmine in a first blood match! Now Carmine probably thinks that because he's pinned me a few times that he has my number, that he knows all I can do. That he has me locked down, but he couldn't be more wrong!

You see like I said this match isn't about pinfalls and submissions its about who can brutalize the other so badly that he bleeds. And that's the way you win, and that's the way I will win! And when I win I will once again be the new North American Champion! Carmine knows very little about the brutality I can inflict on others! He will be at my mercy during our match, and I will show none until the ring bell has sounded and that beautiful belt is around my waist! So Carmine can think all he wants that because of the past he has an advantage over me, but he has nothing over me! NOTHING! Everything that he has experienced up to this was just practice, now its the real thing and he's going to have to beat yours truly to come out on top, and I'm telling everyone here now that's not going to happen! He's not prepared for the horrors I will wage onto his body, each and every moment in our match!

Of course the stipulation for this match goes beyond who can draw first blood. As I have kidnapped Carmine's girlfriend Katie Goldsmith and am holding her hostage until the match is over. I kidnapped her with three goals in mind. The first to make sure that Carmine would accept my challenge for a first blood match, a match I am very confident with my abilities in. The second was to get Carmine to move by my rules. See Carmine has done everything I've wanted him to do, and for the most part has done everything I've expected him to do, and exactly how I've imagined him doing it. Which has worked so lovely for me. The third thing was to get inside the head of Carmine Reaper, and destroy him from the inside out before our match. Some think that I went too far with all of this, that I pissed Carmine off. That I made him more apt to go after me! That he would somehow be more enraged when he got into the ring with me after doing so many terrible things to him. But those subordinates don't understand that I've had Carmine eating out of my hand all this time, and the treat in my palms might as well have been rat poison.

Carmine may think that he is driven by something greater now that the love of his life is in danger. But the problem is all I am is in his head! Don't believe me? I'm going to tell you all a little story, a lesson in history one that involves myself actually. This goes back to early in my career with the FWA, and during that time there was a certain wrestler by the name of neXus. neXus was a troubled soul, a man with dark ambitions and a serious lack of moral code. You see to get at me he attacked a certain woman I cared about at the time, a reporter named Amy Duke. Amy Duke and I were in a relationship so neXus took it upon himself to use her to get to me. He attacked her, brutally, tortured her and left her so beat up she ended up in the hospital. Where the sick freak even at one point visited her just to traumatize her some more Amy eventually made a full recovery but that's besides the point. neXus did it to get inside my head, and you know what...it worked. Sure it made me mad, it enraged me. I wanted to kill the bastard, but he knew that and I couldn't focus, and it caused me to collapse. It wasn't until I finally realized what he was doing to me that I was able to overcome it and defeat neXus. Once and for all!


Tom pauses to fix his tie a bit.

Tom: See this is the difference between me and Carmine. I have the mental strength to overcome someone messing with my head, Carmine doesn't. Carmine is a feeble minded individual, and he won't be able to hone his skills with all the thoughts about his poor beautiful Katie swimming through his head. Like neXus with me, I have him right where I want him. He's played too much into my hand. He allowed himself to end up in the match I wanted for him, he let his emotions take over, he became my independent puppet. A toy I could play with. This will be my great moment of victory, when I finally get rid of this stupid punk and take the North American title for my own!

The crowd boos. Then they start chanting "Carmine, Carmine"

Tom: Oh yes, say his name. Say his name, because he is your hero. Well even heroes fall, and I've got a good feeling that at Trail by Fire Carmine will fall, HARD and BUSTED wide open as the wrestling mat turns red! That title belt is as good as mine Carmine. But don't worry as I get back what is rightfully mine so will you. As promised after our match I will give you back Katie Goldsmith. I understand that it will be a no disqualifications match, but I give you my word there will be no outside interference on my part, I want you to really get it in your mind just how superior I am to you as you try to apply pressure on whichever gushing wound I cause you to take on. Katie will be returned to you safe and sound, she may be a little thin though, she didn't eat a lot.

Tom laugh with a heavy tone of brutality.

Tom: So in closing I tell everyone here that Carmine's reign as North American champion is about to come to an abrupt and violent end. He will never be able to look at himself in the mirror again, and neither will Katie after seeing him emasculated at my hands and I hope she knows that she played a part in his downfall. Of course I will be the main cause of his defeat, but I won't take all the credit because Katie is Carmine's weakest link, and I have exploited it for all its worth. I relish in the fact that Carmine after all his talk is just like anybody else, weak and whipped! Oh and by the way, I'm pretty sure whips draw blood. I am going to be the next North American champion, because my name is Thomas Princeton! And I'm better than you!

"The Orange Man" plays over the speakers once again and Tom exits to boos from the crowd as he exits via the entrance ramp, grinning.

[JJ Smooth]

There's a stillness in the air...there is no sound, nothing of which the camera can immediately focus on...

Suddenly a light thudding that sounds a lot like footsteps begins to creep close...the door immediately in front of the camera creaks open slowly, and the figure standing there reaches up and gives a gentle tug on a string and suddenly the samll cramped up space the cameraman is in illuminates, and the figure in front is none other than the FWA X-Division Champion Cameron Cross.

Cross standing there belt slung over his right shoulder, looks around with an amused look on his face.

CC- "Empty room...nothing of note in here...dark and rather dull. See Trips..I know the truth, THIS IS your REAL 'trophy room' you can do and grab as many plastic trophies you want, forge as many 'documents and notes' you wish...whatever really makes you feel better is fine. But don't even go labeling yourself as the 'Future'...or some 'Rising Star'...this coming from a guy who didn't even win the 'Future of Crossfire Match' at the anniversary show last summer."

Cross is chuckling slightly

CC- "Trips tonight...is YOUR BIG NIGHT!! Your first singles match for a title! Cherish it...you never know how often it will occur. And don't forget about the last time you were in a title match with me. You were thrown in as a third wheel, and cost me winning the title from Alexx at Red White and Bruised. And I hope you bring more than your innate ability to beat the crap out of cardboard cutouts of my likeness. I want this night to bring out the best in you, because I wouldn't take winning yet ANOTHER match over you any...other...way."

As the cameraman exits the closet, Cross flicks the light off and walks down this small hallway

CC- "Tonight, you're not going to be able to bitch and moan Trips...there won't be any food poisoning, no bum arm/knee NOTHING. Just a fragile and battered supposed #1 Contender who left with nothing but further disappointment dealt to him at the hands of the man, the Champion....he can't...and has not...BEAT. I told you last week Trips, you and I are NOT a rivalry..much like the Hammer and Nail variety...what you and I are is a case of one guy...who just keeps running into the same roadblock time and time again just totally demolishing his once great looking car...or in your specific case Trips...your 'career'. You resort to name calling towards the FWA Champion who can't even be bothered with looking your way let alone mention you even in passing. You whine and look for even the smallest crack, to try to wiggle your way into discussions, when in fact, you're just not even in the caliber of being in constant thought. See Trips, I know there's bigger fish for me to go catch, and in MY TIME...I will. You on the other hand...are just left running in neutral. Going nowhere fast. But we'll do this do-see-do again tonight...and in the end it's just the same story, same situation, and most importantly, STILL the SAME at the HEAD of the X-Division as CHAMPION. Those Trips, aren't fabricated, those are stone cold, lead pipe truths that cannot be debated. And I don't need to be a trust fund baby to be able to declare that. You can't be Champion...so long as it's ME standing in your way."

Cross exits out a front door and shuts the door in front of the cameraman as the scene fades to black

[Dr Nash]

Cameras are rolling and the night sky has come with snowflakes falling slowly from the sky. The air is cold to minus 25 degrees Celsius. The moon and the stars shine from above upon the ground. A cold crisp wind blows. Every breath anyone can make is like breathing in razor blades. We are in the mountains surrounded by trees that been iced over looking like snow ghosts. The ground is frozen over in white. Various animal tracks from cougar to moose to deer to winter hair to wolf; their prints planted into the frozen ground. A single crow flaps its wings over head and perches itself on the top of the highest tree it begins to starts cawing. We see a figure far up past the trees on the mountain. Not that far from the crow. His hair partially frozen over. Wearing black leather jacket that is flapping from the cold crisp wind. He is wearing black leather pants with black boots with metal pieces covering around half the boot. The figure suddenly speaks in a familiar tone of voice with a hint of bitterness caused from the cold.

‘Don't care
If 'n' you die
Ain't got no reason to cry
Don't feel
Don't need to
Your world ain't nothing to me
I'm fear
I'm your heretic
I'm doom waiting for the number
Seven up seven
To the six on six
Bring it on to me

And I'm tired of being alive
Spite of the bleeding
Bleeding light
And I'm tired of their bleeding light
Don't try to feed me
Full of your lies

No regrets
To bring me no tears
Never scared of things men fear
Never easy
Never clean
To be a beast among human sheep’


• The man turns around gingerly with the sound of his black leather jacket flapping from the wind. He has no shirt under his black leather jacket. His stomach has become red with irritation from the cold while the stomach looks like it’s begun to freeze. His beard has become partially frozen over. With one pure white eye and one light blue eye staring back at us is none other than Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair. He continues talking.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Sheep is wolf’s clothing is nothing more than a fraud. A liar. One not being true to their own genetic makeup. Ironically the same man who is telling you this truth.--- Truth coming from a snake, the silver tongued one that’s funny. [*Stu chuckles then his face goes to being serious*] I have been accused for changing my own genetic makeup and not being who I really am. I always found it amusing how people turn the gun if you would on someone after being accused of something. Then he makes the same aqusation on the person who questioned him to begin with. People always accused me of that and I always called their bluff with my actions as if not hearing my words weren’t enough. Can’t blame them though I am a snake after all and I can tell when someone lies. I am no wolf in sheep’s clothing. I have always been what I am who I have say I have been for all these years. Still doing everything on my own. Not needing anyone except myself. Being this cold after all these years would make people I have gone soft. Rather it has made me become bitter making everything I do unforgivable. It becomes more ‘disgusting’ with every year I get bitter. You can bet your bottom dollar I am very much bitter about how things turned out for me. My upbringing and my failed romance with whom I have a son with now. The bitterness grew three sizes that day if you would on that particular day. My son saw something he should never have witnessed. To see his father defenceless and destroyed right in front of him. The anguish of that event is still playing in the back of my head nonstop. I get stabbed in the back by a man who I helped tap into his dark passenger. For what glory, guts or even bragging rights? Or I have grown weak and pathetic in his words. [*Stu chuckles*] All of what he said why he did the deed and he was tired living of living in my shadow. Funny what a woman scorned with money can make a guy think eh? Shows how a certain someone can be so easily manipulated with money. Seems like the classic case we see with money being thrown around to get certain people to believe what they want them to believe.


• Stu smirks as inhales the cold air then exhales as his breath is seen from the cold. He continues talking as he has paused for fifteen seconds.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Jack I thought someone like you couldn’t be corrupted by money but it seems I thought wrong. What I have done has created a monster that can’t be stopped. I attempted to but came up short because of the damage done to my left arm. I still went for that steel chain knowing it could delay you but you proved to have a lot of life still in you. All I did was stun but given another chance Jack I will slay you. Not for sake of my pride of being a sadistic madman but rather you dragged my family into Jack. Still I have not spoken to my only son Micah nor have I seen him. I don’t what to say or what to except from him. Some can argue I set myself up for what happened. Which is fine by me. While others don’t know what to make from it. Personally I couldn’t give a damn. Rather I want Jack to suffer slowly as what he has done still eats away at me. [*Stu closes his eyes for a moment *] I can still hear him screaming my name to get up and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it as the damage was too much. I don’t feel pity I felt anguish for the first time that day and it’s something I never experienced before. I want you to experience something Jack if you are listening to this. I will make you experience something you never felt. [*Stu opens his eyes and talks slowly*] I will make you learn fear inside you. When? Why ruin a surprise? How? I will let your imagination run wild with this one. Regardless of what you can imagine doesn’t come close to the nightmare I will put you through oh great ‘Modern Day Prostitute.’


• Stu glances behind him at the frozen forest behind him. He locks eyes with the crowd and the crow caws at him. Stu slowly turns his head back in the direction of the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Speaking of prostitutes it seems I am just like them as I am looked down just as they are. Viewed as if homeless and the world has given up upon them. Looked at nothing more than a waste of space, waste of breath and everything about them is fake. Everything they say means nothing and everything they do is pure laughter to the eyes of the beholders. It seems every so often more than ever now I am doubted. Not by lack thereof skill or motivation but rather they think I no longer know who I am. Nor can I live up to what I see let alone live up to the legend I have created for myself. I have become a shell or even a shadow of what I used to be in their eyes not mine. They have said wanting to be a part of my son’s life has damned my reputation and cast doubt I down have my dark passenger no more. It seems also that being a one armed monster has made it appear I have become fragile and easy to break. Funny if you look back in wrestling history to Terry Funk. They said similar things about him when he retired multiple times but proved them wrong just from his iron will. It as if everyone thinks I am going to roll over and become a lost soul. A joke of what I once was. [*Stu closes his eyes and suddenly chuckles. He opens his eyes shortly after he chuckles with a disturbing smile on his face*] It seems they keep forgetting an important lesson history always repeats itself. My reign of terror and the nightmares I have weaved into so many will come back to the forefront. It’s going to keep happening again and again. It has to happen. It needs to happen. The pattern can’t be broken by anything or anyone. It’s constantly on going. I am the exception to the old saying by FBI Agents, Police Officers, Investigators and let us not forget Criminal Profilers that serial killers mellow out through the years. [*Stu snickers*] I far from mellowing out. My appetite for causing people’s ‘misfortunes’ is still there. It’s still hungry and it’s not slowing down for anyone anytime soon. I already bitter and it is something is can’t change about myself. Being cold and sadistic falls into the same category. I don’t change but rather get smarter and smarter on a regular basis. My ‘methods’ evolving into something more hanus than before.


• Stu smirks then his face goes serious as he pauses for a moment. Then he begins talking again.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Now that I have a son it seems it weakens me. Rather it doesn’t a change a thing. It just makes me want to sharpen my skills that much more. I have only one son and I want him to know me. He is going to need me more than hell of a lot more than his mother Jenny Ignito. I will have to teach him how to control his dark passenger because he could get himself in trouble if he doesn’t learn how to control. I simply want what is best for my son and if spending time makes me weak and those who believe are lying to themselves. They want to convince themselves fatherhood has weakened me and there should be no reason to fear me. [*Stu smirks*] All they are doing is setting themselves up for them to be surprised. Best of all they are doing all the work and I don’t have to do a thing. They are fools for believing their own assumptions without thinking about the whole way through. I may be smirking in over their own stupidity. However it pisses me off that they write me out of being a threat to them. It is almost like they are daring or dare I say taunt me to do serious physical and mental damage to them. Taunting an intelligent, calculating, sadistic madman isn’t the most logically or smartest idea. It pushes someone like me not attack in enjoyment but rather anger. I’m already bitter but adding anger spells death to all who have pissed me off. IT SCREAMS SUCIDE; KILL ME NOW! STRIKE ME DOWN! There is no second thought maybe an afterthought but no being one of mercy or regret. Rather I wish I could inflict more to them. THIS ISNT JUST ME BEING A PSYCHOPATH BUT RATHER SOMEONE WHO IS ANGRY AND BITTER. So what if I didn’t get what I wanted in life growing up. I had a brother who accepted me for who I am for three years and I am thankful for that. His memory lives on within being a reminder to me at all times. I have moved past being neglected and given away even though I use that as inspiration when I inflict harm upon someone. I want that torturous memory and experience to be put ‘good use.’


• Stu breaths in and slowly exhale has his breath is seen from the coldness outside. He glances up at the moon and the stars then look back at the camera.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Speaking of memory Nemesis I know you are using the memory of your dearly departed Amanda who passed on two years ago as your motivation. She is dead and gone but her memory remains within you. That isn’t enough for you Nemesis. You need something more than a memory of a loved one and the yearn to become FWA World Heavyweight Champion again. This is no traditional match. It isn’t a brawl or a street fight. It’s a match where someone is burned by gasoline and matches in front of millions in attendance and people watching on paper view. You kept saying you wanted to set me free because you know this isn’t the real me. You want me to be at peace and shaking your hand gave you a sign of hope. Only reason I shook your hand was a sign of respect because I saw your dark passenger when we fought. It came out but not the entire way when we fought. It let me know you are similar to I. Maybe not in a sick and demented way. Rather you use your dark passenger for good. In all honesty Nemesis what is good really? Regardless of what we do it will always seem bad in someone’s eyes. I thought you would know that by now. Then again like so many others you think I am a shadow of my former self. I would have thought you would know better but I guess I was mistaken. You may think I was saving you a couple weeks ago from Jack Severino but I wasn’t. I was rather looking for retribution against him as Jack and that wench Jenny destroyed my left arm. It may not be in a cast but it doesn’t I will not use my discoloured arm as a weapon. I don’t care what shape my arm will be in from The Trial by Fire match itself as long as I wake people up from this dream I have mellowed out and a shadow of my former self. It screams arrogance to me Nemesis when someone says it and accepts the lie as truth. [*Stu closes his eyes as he pauses. He opens his eyes and a serious look takes over his face*] I never took you as the arrogant type Nemesis and that just pisses me off. Even though I am a sadistic monster I expected you to not be that arrogant. Especially given the fact I UNLEASHED A COBRA ON YOU. IT INJECTED ITS VENOM WITHIN YOU. It wasn’t that long ago Nemesis. It was only less than a year ago. That should be clear indicator I am still the sadistic monster you have come to know and fear.


• Stu glances at his feet and the ground then stares back at the camera as snowflakes continue to fall softly from the sky.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I’m not playing around here Nemesis. I don’t care what I have to do to you in this match. I COULDN’T GIVE A GOD DAMN IF YOU ARE THE ONE I SET A BLAZE TO MAKE MY MARK. [*Stu huffs and puffs*] YOUR SCARS FROM BEING SET A BLAZE BY ME WILL END EVERYONE’S ARROGANCE AND IGNORANCE THAT I AM A SHADOW OF MYSELF. I HAVEN’T GOTTEN SOFTER ONLY THAT MORE BITTER. Hell I you might be seeing Amanda real soon if I have my way Nemesis. [*Stu chuckles unpleasantly. He stops after ten seconds and he shakes his head side to side. He stops shaking his head from side to side and his face still has a serious intense look upon his face*] Now then if isn’t Ashley O’Ryan who wanted in this ‘madness’ that is The Trial by Fire match. You know damn well what I capable of doing. You saw a controlled version of just that when were tag team champions years ago. Why do you doubt me O’Ryan? Are you jealous of my success? Or are we bitter that you have yet to defeat me in a single match when we faced off in five different matches? I drove you to brink of crazy Ash when you broke boundaries just to get even with me. [*Stu snickers*] Even when I drove to the brink of crazy I still used you to get what I want. With honestly Ashley why do you think I am a shadow of myself? Have you going an all night every night bender to make you believe I am a shadow of myself. I am far from a shadow of myself Ash. You of all people given our history should know I am constantly evolving. I AM A SNAKE ASHLEY O’RYAN YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A FATHER. The snake has been deceiving people since the days of Adam and Eve. I don’t know whether it was your suspicion of Moira cheating on you with Devin Golden or telling the world Moira, Golden and yourself were in on this supposive love triangle you told us that driven you mad. You’re not mad Ash you simply let a cold tasting beer make you believe things that were never true to begin with.


• Stu breaths and exhales slowly has his breath is seen. He pauses as he continues talking.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: I watches you carefully this last while Ash. You seem to be drawing inspiration for me and doing a poor version me. While the long while saying I’m a shadow of my former self and I am no longer who I say I am. How does that work Ash? [*Stu chuckles*] In all seriousness Ash tell me how that works? Are you trying to impress your associate Devin Golden? It is almost if you are trying to guide his path while claiming to be something you’re not. They call me a liar but god damn you have to be the worst liar in existence today. That says a lot since I’m a snake and all. I don’t what more I can do to you Ash. I have already beaten, bloodied you so many times. Hell I even told your own son the truth about you. There isn’t much left I can do to you. [*Stu pauses and grins*] Well I haven’t set you on fire yet Ash. I know Collin, Moira and of course yourself will not be thrilled about. BUT GOD DAMN YOU PISSED ME OFF ASH WITH YOU BEING DRUNK ON ARROGANCE AND IGNORANCE WITH CLAIMING I’M A SHADOW OF MYSELF. NOT EVEN BEING A THREAT TO ANYONE. [*Stu faces cringes as moves his head of a slight angle while chuckling*] Being drunk is no excuse to tempt me ASH. IT’S A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR THE WEAK AND STUPID. IT DOES NOT EXCLUDE YOU IT ONLY ADDS FUEL TO FIRE WHICH I WILL SET UPON YOU. I hope Collin and your wife are watching ringside or on paper view because that will be a moment ‘burned’ into their minds forever. You better damn well hope you’re not the one I get my hands on or you will be burned and you can bet your bottom dollar I am not going to let anyone put that fire out. [*Stu laughs unpleasantly as he turns his head to being straight. As soon he turns his head straight he stops laughing and his face goes serious*] How can I not think of him when I mention Ashley O’Ryan. Hell he has moronic idiot that breath bleaches people’s hair guiding him. That’s right I’m talking about you Devin Golden. There is nothing Golden about you expect that FWA World Heavyweight Title belt that belongs to me around your waist. Let’s get something clear here. You thinking burning my World Heavyweight title in front of me is going to make me upset? Spitting on the legacy that me, Shawn Cortez, Darnell Porter, Ashley O’Ryan, Jack Severino, Ewan Edwards, Moira Crawford and Nemesis is going to upset me. To me Golden you didn’t try to spit on my legacy and to be honest I couldn’t give a damn if you spat on the others. You tried to erase my history. It is already known I been a Three Time FWA World Heavyweight Champion. But those reigns are signifying what I did as World Heavyweight Champion. I was and still am the weaver of nightmare. I caused pain and anguish from all who challenged me for that belt. Even when I challenged for the belt. What I did was etched into that World Heavyweight title in its history. I don’t like being erased from history. Being forgotten wasn't a problem, but being doubted; now that's a BITCH. [*Stu breaths in and slowly exhales as he pauses*] I don’t know your motives and I couldn’t careless to know them. Trying to make a name at my expense is one thing but convincing all I don’t have what it takes...REALLY PISSES ME OFF. Bloody arrogance people. They call me the root of all evil but it bloody arrogance GOD DAMN IT! You never boast about serial going quiet and they suposively stopped. [*Stu chuckles*] It become an open invitation to have a bit more than egg on their face. Blood to be exact. Do you realize how many people are going to suffer from your boasting I am shadow of my former self?


• Stu smiles unpleasantly as snowflakes softly fall from the sky. The crowd starts cawing constantly as Stu pauses before speaking.

Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: It will be massive at last and the blame from the media and the people will be at me. [*Stu smirks*] But do you know where the true blame lies? The blame lies with everyone and their arrogance and ignorance. I maybe the sadistic madman with no regard for anyone but himself. The thing is I have been tempted and destruction isn’t far off. I am not sure if it was you laying waste to being labelled the future of the company or the people’s champion. Whatever the case maybe but you made a grave mistake. All you had to worry about was me getting back my FWA World Heavyweight title back. You had to poke and prod if you would to piss me off. Congratulations; give yourself a hand and a pad on the back. You did it. You seriously pissed me off. Wanting me to go beyond being bitter to psycho not caring if he lives or dies as long he get revenge; without a doubt is a ’stroke of genius.’ Don’t worry Golden I will not give you all the credit after all Double Js Jackass Jenny and Jack ‘helped’ to. [*Stu chuckles for a moment*] I don’t mind if you do your cock of the walk if you will with winning the FWA World Title but there a line that shouldn’t be crossed. You crossed it. To give you a nice quick history lesson so your confidence doesn’t overinflate like your ego. I beat the holy hell out of Ashley O’Ryan with one arm after my left arm got destroyed three years ago and still retained my North American Title. May I mention this inside Hell In a Cell. Only difference here is I get to play with matches and some gasoline opposed to using the structure of the Hell In Cell as my ‘playground.’ You and Ash tried damage my left arm these past two weeks. Guess what boys? I’m standing and breathing. I kicked Ashley O’Ryan’s ass with one arm I pretty sure I can do it to you as well Golden. You can bring your broken glass Golden to this match but that same glass I used on left scars on you forever. You may have escaped with my World Heavyweight Title Golden in The Taipei Death but I left scars on you that will be there till the day you die. [*Stu chuckles*] I am not sure what your game plan is Golden but I would recommend one for you. Don’t get burned. I have set people on fire Golden. Cortez and Baphomet got burned. This isn’t my first time like you Golden. I have no hesitation setting people on fire except maybe wanting more gasoline to pour on him.


• Stu smirks as he pauses. He slowly breaths and slowly exhales as breath is seen because of the cold. The crow has stopped cawing... for now.


Stu ‘The Snake’ St.Clair: Golden you were something but now you’re nothing more a person I would love to see burn. It seems after what three years of being here in FWA you developed arrogance and ignorance just like the rest of them. Believing the lies they pass on to other being to supposive ‘gospel’ truth. You are going to get burned for doing that no pun intended. Just ask Ashley O’Ryan about being burned he got burned badly when Jack Severino set him on fire to retain his FWA World Heavyweight title last year. Golden you are being led into the pit of fire by a man that was burned himself. It is not exactly wise to place trust in him. He isn’t worried about you Golden. He is more concerned about being burned again then you. That FWA World Heavyweight Title is coming back to me at Trial by Fire. There is nothing you or anyone can do Golden. You brought this upon you. You just had to piss off and tempt a sadistic madman didn’t you? You know what you are going to get out of it Golden? [*Stu pauses as huff and puffs*] I WILL BURN THE FLESH FROM YOUR BODY! Welcome to your worst nightmare.


• Stu spreads his arms to his side and the crowd starts cawing. The wind picks as snow dust comes off the ground spraying against Stu.


End of Scene

[Maddiemoiselle]

Meat (To) The Anarchist




The rain falls steadily upon the Guillotine, making the blade shimmer and glisten disturbingly under the moonlight. The ground beneath has turned to mud and the once proud stone buildings behind it have fallen apart through the decades of neglect. Footsteps sloshing in the mud then approach the very spot where countless men's lives would have ended. The Banshee of Despair is the first one to step into view of the cameraman, she steps with a grace that belies her current setting and the oversized high heels she's squeezed her feet into. Concealing her body is left up to little more than a fur coat that barely reaches past her posterior, allowing the frilly material of her red underwear to peek out underneath the hemline. Behind her comes the Harlequin of Chaos who isn't benefited by the touch of a coat instead only clothed with a white bikini which becomes all the more revealing with each drop of rain, knee high stiletto boots cause her to walk awkwardly as her eyes are transfixed upon the blade which drips rain water like it has blood so often in the past. The cameraman jumps back in horror as a shadow steps towards him...Karolina giggles at his fear before she tenderly caresses the shadow. A tattered black suit hangs off The Monster underneath which he wears a grey hoodie which is pulled up over its head and in fact covers its entire face like an Executioners mask.

Jack Severino: Trial By Fire...the event that four long years ago I debuted at...an event that has seen man after woman after man burned alive. It was just last year that I set Ashley O'Ryan alight and retained MY FWA World Heavyweight Championship. A title that I had stolen from me by a man jealous that his wife used three fingers to pleasure herself as she squealed my name in their bed. A title that I have never got my rematch for...at least not yet, but the world is always in the hands of the sadist. I can promise you all it is not long before Devin lays decapitated in a gutter...you really think you're a monster Devin?

You have no idea what real darkness is Golden one. Mo idea you think you can survive in a world ruled by the likes of me and the lesser Stu St.Clair. The man who I have crippled and left ready for you to pick the bones like a buzzard. You see that is all you are Devin, you think you're a killer, a bird of prey but are nothing more than a pest picking away at what is already dead and destroyed. Heroes are a dying breed amongst all of us...they witness the failings, the folly of their ilk and shy away or like you...try to become the very thing you once sought to stop. Your cue little trick; burning the Championship belt is meaningless...you cant burn away the taint that I put upon it, you cant burn away the horrors that its witnessed around the waist of Stu St.Clair. Your a child's imagination in a world ruled by monsters that slay heroes. Vladimir Boyka, Michael Servin I took everything from them before finally putting them out of their misery, that is the work of a true monster Devin. Your time will not net you the same infamy as even Stu St.Clair a once diabolical killer whose become weak as he played right into his lost loves arms. She wants you to feel for your son, she wants you to care for Micah and use that to behead the Snake...

At the mention of beheading the Modern Day Anarchist fixes its gaze upon the blade but hangs above it, desperate to sink itself into the flesh and bone of another victim.

Jack Severino: And Jenny is doing just that Stu...after I left you broken in the ring for her to pick the pieces and she made you scream out in pain before your son...she accomplished that. When you showed anger at being embarrassed in front of the filthy spawn of a lesbian whore and a headless snake she did just that. You are finished Stu, face it the Snake that caused such horror such terror is gone, a mere memory as a MAN now stands in its place, showing respect to the likes of Nemesis.

The mask it wears almost seems to curl itself into a demented grin as The Monster shakes its head disappointedly.

Jack Severino: How disgusting and pathetic of you Stu...I'm even disgusted in myself for standing alongside you in the Age Of The Fallen, I had to separate myself from you. So you can join your new found best buddy Nemesis in labelling me a prostitute...but you are just upset that I stuck the knife in your back before you had a chance.

Karolina retrieves Jacks blood stained knife from under her fur coat and hands it to Jack who dangles it in front of its masked face.

Jack Severino: We both knew all along that everyone was right Stu...the Age Of The Fallen could not last and it was always just a matter of time before we turned on each other. The one person left in your life turned on you and left you crippled...Its only a matter of time before I rip your fangs from your mouth and have you here under my guillotine...in a pool of your own venom. But you're not to be the first Stu...I will sharpen my guillotine upon the bones of Cows. The Beef Boys or whatever those two call themselves when they aren't bending each other over for Dr. Zee's pleasure. Danny and Derrick you two are going to stand before a Monster, your a meat being sent to the slaughter house and I am the butcher that will wear your blood like a divine whore wears caramel. I will your heads as my crown and sit upon a throne decorated by the eyes that I pluck...one by one from your sockets. Its so perversely beautiful that its almost serene that I get you two so proud of your beefiness to play with. The perfect to be carved apart piece by piece...I will make you both suffer pain that you thought was reserved to the cows that you so fondly feast upon.

You are no different than them in my eyes, Dr. Zee is merely the farmer handing them over to me, handing them over to the executioner, the headsman and I will perform my most favourite of acts. This is all you are when you're in the ring with me, you are both beneath me, utterly and completely beneath me as animals whose sole purpose is to meet my blades. You two can believe otherwise, Derrick you can believe that because you have Danny by your side that you stand a chance. Danny you can believe that because you have Derrick by your side that you stand a chance against just one killer...but your best efforts will be in complete vain. Completely worthless it doesn't matter if you both come at me at once I will stick my knife in both your bellies and twist...until all the beef comes poring out and your eyes stare back at me lifelessly. To think that all this is such chance, such luck...bad luck on your parts gone is the cushy match with Drew Jolson against the Smash Brothers instead replaced by a slaughter most horrific. How the fortune favours no man so sweetly...Diamond and Apollo have seen that they cant beat the men laying a siege to my lonely ex night after night; Aut Pax Aut Bellum so they've ran off and left you two with originally nothing to do.

Its laughter seeps out from his mouth and is joined by Karolina and hesitantly Nathalie in turn as it befouls and corrupts the air.

Jack Severino: You two are now a madman's late Christmas present, I will make you bleed and squeal in front of my Banshee and my Harlequin and they will feast upon what is left of you in the ring.

Karolina smiles excitedly...as if to her that truly was the greatest gift she could get...Nathalie though doesn't seem quite so excited.

Jack Severino: So I urge you both to live these last moments as best you can, live them to the fullest and feast upon your last meal...for soon enough you will lay your head in her and it will all end.

Amidst Jacks renewed laughter his Banshee suddenly leaps at the camera, knocking him over and ripping the camera away from his hands as she then places it under the sinister blade of the guillotine which slices down into it...

[Venomous Dragon]

*A video package begins to play highlighting all the hardcore matches "Venomous" Juan Lopez had in his time in Japan.We see an Asai moonsault while Juan holds a chair.A flying elbow through a table.A snap suplex onto tacts and nails.A death valley driver on a trash can.A back suplex on the steps.Each clip is more violent and demented then the last.the video package ends with a shot of Juan Lopez's face covered in blood with a sinister look in his eye*


*Afterwards we see someone with black boots,black track pants and a black t-shirt standing in the hallway reading the newest issue of King magazine with Alana Allure on the cover.It's revealed to be Juan Lopez as he lowers the magazine.The shirt he's wearing has a blue dragon flying forward with the word "Venomous" underneath in bold blue text.He has the FWA Young Lions championship adorning his waist.The camera zooms in to Juan's upper body. He has a sly smile on his face as he begins to speak*



Juan:Well Mr.Hughes how did you enjoy that little preview of the carnage that shall be inflicted on you tonight?Or does that footage scare you because it shows you my willingness to put my very body and soul on the line to achieve my goals?Either way I'll tell you what I really enjoyed.Alana's spread here.*Juan licks his lips and exhales deeply*She simply looks delicious doesn't she?I do wish she could have come down to the ring tonight.I would have loved to see her in person one more time.To admire those amazing curves.The type only a real man can handle.The type man you can never dream of achieving to be.It's funny in the article Alana calls your relationship with her strictly personal.Yet when I see the way you look at her.She means so much more doesn't she?Thats why that fire was lit in you when I proposed she experience real manhood with me.Because it exposed you for the fraud you are.*Juan points as his shirt*Like it?It just came straight from the FWA corporate offices.Do you kno what this symbolizes?That I always get what I want no matter what the means necessary.Do you know what I want next Eyesnsane?To obliterate the little fantasy world you've created for yourself.The one where you think you the leader of the youth movement in FWA.Where you think your championship material.Where you believe your somehow relevent in the wrestling world.Tonight is your reality check.Tonight the truth will come crashing down on you the same way my elbow will on your chest.


*An arrogant smile comes over Juan's face.His confidence is at it's highest levels.*


Juan:Although Eyesnsane you didn't think I would reveal all my tricks in that little presentation now did you?There is one move you have yet to experience in any of our encounters.It's a move that every wrestler thinks they can perform but none use to it's full effectiveness.Just three letters.D.D.T.A move that is simple and simply devasting.A move which I hit with the utmost impact.Just ask yout little "homeboy" Jermaine Johnson how quickly I can hit and how unexpectely it comes.But tonight not only will you experience the DDT for the first time the way it's meant to be hit.But I have something for special planned for you as well.Since this is my first hardcore rules match in the FWA,I decided I would introduce you and the audiece to my weapon of choice.

*At this point Juan looks at a item on the ground that is out of the view of the camera.A demented look washes over his face as he lifts the item up revealing it to be a steal chair almost completely wrapped in barbed wire*

Juan:Eyesnsane I can't wait to hear this barbed wire ripe into your flesh.I Can't wait to see the blood freely flowing from your head after I hit my DDT on this fair chair.*Juan shivers*The mere thought of it is giving me chills.This will be one of the many things that I have in mind to bring about your demise James.After tonight you never think to try and......


*At that moment Juan stops speaking due to something he sees in the distance.He points the camera in that direction.The camera pans in that direction to reveal Trainees Mr.Streak and Sam Quenton wearing "Over the Edge" T-shirts entering the catering room.Juan signals the camera man to follow him and Juan heads for the catering room himself with chair in hand.He purposely bumps into one of the ring crew members on the way in*

RCM:What do you want?(Said nervously)

Juan:Just wanted to let you know I won't be using the ring for my workout today.


RCM:Why.......


Juan:I'm going to get it done right now.


*With that Juan Lopez sneaks up to Sam Quenton who is sitting down eating and without notice strikes him with the barbed wire steel chair.Mr.Streak who is still in line getting food notices and quickly jumps into action.Juan and Streak brawl breaking up the line.Streak tries to hit Lopez with a tray but misses.As Quenton is slowing getting up from the very stiff chair shot Juan gets the upper hand in the brawl with Streak.He swiftly knees him in the stomach and drives his head through sneeze guard at the salad bar.Streak falls to the ground with a big cut across his forehead bleeding profusely.He seems unconcious as Quenton tries to attack Juan from behind but is instead greeted with an elbow to the eye.As Quenton winces in pain Juan hooks him in position and hits him with a DDT on the glass shattered across the floor.Quenton is now also bleeding badly as others in the area watch in horror.Juan motions to the camera to come closer as he picks up his special toy*


Juan:You see Eyesnsane this mess is your fault.You bought these nobodies into our conflict and now they are casualties of the war.It's nobody's fault but yours.This is on your head,your consious.This is the fruits of your labor against me.ow let me promise you a couple of things.Tonight will be violent(Juan swings the chair down hitting Quenton in the back causing a sickening thud.)It will be vicious(He now does the same to Streak's back.)It will be vindictive(He places a brutal shot to Quenton;s head) and most of all it will be VENOMOUS!(He hits another head shot this time on Streak).

*Juan looks down at his work with utmost delight.He steps on top of Quenton's neck moving forward towards the camera.*



Juan:By the end of tonight Eyesnsane you will be just like these men at my feet who will never be wrestlers after what I've done today.You'll b.e nothing but a mangled pile of blood and broken dreams.

*With that Juan walks out of the room chair in hand with the horrified onlookers trying to tend to the broken bodies and spirits on the floor.From the hallway everyone can hear a laughter filled with Venom*

[Killswitch]

Another Chance

The camera is in a clearing and we see a man. He is looking around a huge steel structure that seems like someone has made. The man enters the structure and he looks and sees the camera. The camera gets closer and we can now see that it is Andrew Johnson. He then looks around at the structure and runs his hand all around it. The camera then enters the structure. Andrew then looks at the camera and he gets an evil smirk on his face before he speaks.

Andrew: Tonight, at Trial By Fire I get another shot at the FWA Title, something that I never thought would happen once let alone twice. At Mile High, I lost the match and I was disappointed but hell I didn’t let it faze me because one of my friends won the match and won the title. Gabrielle has been a great champion and now she has to fight all of us once again along with Chris Kennedy.

Andrew looks around at the structure some more and the camera seems lost at what he is doing.

Andrew: You see, this match isn’t going to be a normal match it is going to be an Elimination Chamber match. There aren’t many people that have been in one of these matches. Hell only three men in this match have been in one of these cages before. Duke Drazin and Bullseye Johnson, and Darnell Porter three men that seem like they have it all except for a FWA Title reign. I have fought them before and they seem like guys that want to end the Great Siege because they see it as we are bucking the system, but you know what we are. These two guys deserve nothing and I mean nothing here in the FWA.

Andrew gets into one of the pods. He seems to soak it in and then he smiles.

Andrew: I want to speak about Bullseye Johnson first. You see this is going to be him in the pod. He is going to be looking at the crowd and making them love him. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised when he got out of this pod if he grabbed a microphone and said “HELLO WASHINGTON D.C.!!!!” He always does that and it sickens me. Bullseye no one cares about you, you do that so maybe deep down they will cheer for you. You look for the cheap pop because you know that deep down, you can’t get a pop from your wrestling. You are the most UNDESERVING person in this match. Why are you here? You see I saw you on CrossFire and I watched you, I watched you because I thought maybe he could be good but guess what it never materialized for you. Yes you won the North American Title a couple times but every time you got to the biggest stage you choked. You could never clear that final hurdle but yet you keep getting chance after chance. What have you done on Fight Night to claim that fact that you should be in this match? Nothing. You have become the man that will get into a FWA Title match and fail, and people expect you to fail. Yes, you can come out and make a great heartfelt speech but it doesn’t matter when you are in the heat of battle. All the heartfelt speeches do not mean jack shit when you get in the ring because it can’t help. You need to have some ability and to me you have regressed. You have become worse, and I can’t help but laugh. Every shot you get, you lose because that is all you know, and that is all you’ll ever know. Yes, at Trial By Fire you might pin someone but I guarantee you that you will NOT be the last one standing. You’ll be the guy that gets oh so close but will not reach that brass ring. You see, the problem with you is that you think that you can do it. But yet you don’t do it, so you are missing something and I haven’t pinpointed it yet but I will. When I do, I will know what your weakness is, and I will exploit it. Because that’s who I am Bullseye, so enjoy your stay in this pod because when you come out to the wolves you’ll be eaten alive.

Andrew gets out of the pod and he then goes over and goes to the next one. He gets in and he looks all around it again.

Andrew: Duke Drazin. There is something about you that I don’t like. I am not sure what it is, but I think it is that you are someone that thinks that he is better than everyone else. Hell when you are in Tag Team matches and you lose, you blame everyone but yourself. Why? I think it is because you don’t want to admit that you aren’t good enough. Hell you have been in a Chamber like this and you won, but you squandered it away. You fought the late great Matt Boudreau how many times? And you lost EVERY single time. Come on, you’d think that you would win at least once, but no. You couldn’t get a simple 1…2…3…on him. Now I know a lot of people couldn’t do it but you had chance after chance after chance. You’d think that you would learn from your mistakes but you didn’t. I think that it is funny that tonight you get another SHOT. This is what is wrong with the FWA, they keep giving people shots that don’t deserve it. Duke, you don’t deserve this because it sickens me, it makes me wonder why you keep getting it. I guess it is like Bullseye you see, you get these shots because maybe one time you’ll get a shot and you’ll win. But not tonight, you see it won’t be simple and everyone in this match knows that, hell there will be blood, and there will be pain, and Duke you can dish it out as much as you can take it but just like Bullseye you’ll fall short. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if the 5-year old in a candy store pins you. He has beaten you before, but then again who hasn’t beaten you?

Andrew leaves that pod and he goes over to another one and he gets in it. He soaks it up and he begins to speak again.

Andrew: Darnell Porter. I don’t know about you. You have been in a Chamber match and you have won and hell you still have that golden opportunity and you have not used it and that is kind of smart. I mean I know I wouldn’t use it when I know that I would lose as soon as I cashed it in. Now Porter you are a former World Champion, yes it might have been brief but you have held it. Which, I think was a mistake because you weren’t ready. So what makes it any different now? Hell you had an opportunity before when you were facing Rocky Creed and Drew Jolson and you FAILED! You lost it and now you get another shot! Come on FWA! You must have better people then Darnell Porter! I would think so, but no you push Porter back into an event that he is not ready for. Just like Duke and Bullseye you’ll never be champion because when the lights are the brightest you fall just short. You will always fall short because that is what you are used to. You can never hold another big title because you will fumble it and let the opposing man run it back for a touchdown. You see you are like the underdog that sometimes wins, but in all reality you will always lose. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had this in your hands and then let it slip away, or hell if you even show up. We all know that is what you do sometimes you are there but not really, because well you just know deep down that you have no shot. Now, this match is 6 people but in all reality it is like a 3 on 3 match. 3 members of the FWA and 3 members of the Great Siege, so who will win? Well I just talked about how much of a loser Darnell Porter, Bullseye Johnson, and Duke Drazin are now let’s talk about my friends, my brother and my sister.

Andrew gets out of the pod and then gets in one last one.

Andrew: Chris Kennedy. The man that Dan and I found. The man Dan and I told the FWA to hire. You see Kennedy I am not going to talk about our history, I am going to talk about what you have done in the FWA. You are EASILY the fastest rising star ever but guess what that kind of hurts you. You have become cocky and as much as I like that a little too much of it hurts. You just think that you can’t be beaten and you might not be able to be beaten but you have to take some bumps and bruises down the road. If I have to give them to you then I will, I just think that you have gotten pushed too hard too fast, and in the long run it might hurt you. What happens if you lose this match man, you are always going to be below what you think you should be at. I just think that you need to win this match more than anyone. You need it because if you become the FWA Champion everyone will see that you mean business but if you lose people will see you as a guy that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. But all that matters my friend is that we keep the title at home. If you win I will be happy for you, and I will protect you, but if you cost us this title, it is not going to be a good thing for you, keep it at home Chris that is all you need to know.

Andrew leaves the pod and gets into the center of the ring.

Andrew: Gabby, my champion. You have been a good one, and I just love the fact that title is at home. I like it there because it makes us stronger. It makes us look good, and it makes people see that we mean business my friend. You see if we lost that title at Mile High we would be in the same place that we were before the match. But you see you have one thing going against you at Trial By Fire, and that is that this match is a going to be a little harder because I had a feel of that title at Mile High and now I want it. I want it because I can taste it, and I am not going to be your bodyguard tonight if I have the chance to pin you tonight I am going to do it. I want that title because I know if I win I am going to keep it within the Siege. The problem with you Gabby is that you are kind of wandering, you have this Cameron Cross guy that keeps coming in and talking to us, why? If you have a thing with him fine, but don’t throw your brothers under the bus for it. We are not done, the Great Siege again tonight has a chance to blow the roof off of this place and we are going to. We have plans in place where soon we will rule Fight Night. But we need that title to make it happen, and if I have to win it then so be it. If Kennedy has to win then so be it. Gabby, if you need to keep it so be it. But just as long as we have that title at home we can RULE FIGHT NIGHT! But if we lose it, if one of those three men win the title, we are done. We are back to where we started and we cannot let it happen. BECAUSE WE ARE THE GREAT SIEGE and we are ABOUT TO PASS YOU BY!

Andrew smiles and he leaves the Chamber. The camera follows him to a limo and Andrew gets in. The rest of the Siege is in there and we can hear Andrew say before the door closes.

Andrew: Did he say he was ready?...Good…The plan is set…

[TheBigBang]

S N U F F


Crows circle in the cold air above an eery cabin by the lake. Silhouettes in the moonlight, the birds caw in the dark of night. Below them stands the rickety log cabin. By the look of it, it’s been abandoned for years. The cabin overlooks a serene, undisturbed lake. Beyond the lake is a forest of pine trees, like a tombstone behind a grave. The birds above screech and cry. Their black feathers litter the ground.

A particular bird swoops down. Away from the flock, he flies to the windowsill of the old cabin. The bird stands there, looking into the window as he tilts his head curiously. His body glows from the light inside. In the reflection of his beady, black eyes is a single dancing flame. The bird stares inside at a group of three small tea lights burning, glowing, making shadows jump and flicker on the bird’s feathers. They sit in the middle of the floor arranged in the shape of a crude triangle. A shadow stretches toward the window and the crow flies off.

The shadow creeps closer until its source comes to the window: a man. He rests his hands on the inside of the windowsill watching the bird fly off back to the dozens of others clouding the night sky. He squints through the glass, looking past the glare of the candles’ flames into the dark wilderness outside and the eerily calm lake. His warm breath fogs the chilled glass. He speaks, and when he does it’s known that he is, without a shadow of a doubt, the one they call “Nemesis”.

Nemesis
“It’s that time of year again. Bring on the snow, bring on the cold… and bring on the fire. It’s the time to give. The holiday months are still clinging to us and we’ve all felt that holly jolly vibe. Be kind. Give back. It’s the time to share and a time to remind ourselves what’s most precious in our lives, but what about those of us who just can’t think of anything? I reflect, I sit and wonder what’s most important to me. I think about the things I SHOULD treasure in life and none of them are worth the effort to treasure. Should I treasure fame or fortune? Should I treasure success? Should I act as though the success of others warms my soul and puts a smile on my face? … Should I pretend I’m not selfish? The truth is: I am. I’m a very selfish man. I find that to be a product of my environment. Living day to day surrounded by people who would slit your throat and drown your entire family if it meant even a small portion of fame for themselves. It weighs heavy on my mind. To defeat these people, I have to act like them. I have to share their qualities and use it against them. … Fight fire with fire. Even as the snow falls and the temperature drops, we can’t help but be reminded of what’s ahead of us. Myself, Stu St. Clair, Ashley O’Ryan and Devin Golden… we’re all looking forward to thawing ourselves out in a prison of fire. Fire: the most destructive element our world has ever known.. and we plan to use it against each other. Goes to show the boundaries we’re willing to cross for the recognition of being World Heavyweight Champion. The fire itself is just a motivator though. A tool, used only to prove who’s the strongest of us. Who’s most resilient. Who’s indestructible. That’ll be answered soon enough, but first we have to go through the motions. First we have to hear from each person about how the fire represents something in their lives. How the fire is a metaphor for their burning desire to be the best. … Bring on the fire, bring on the clichés.”

He turns his back on the window. Walking toward the tea lights now, he looks over them with wild eyes. They dart back and forth in his head, almost as if he’s trying to look at each candle at the same time.

Nemesis
“So say it. Say how there’s a fire burning deep within you. Say it. Say how the fire is a metaphor for your destruction. Speak all the clichés that can possibly come with a theme like fire. While you talk among fire pits or burning cars, I’ll stand here with the only flames burning being these little candles on the floor. Since you all like metaphors so much, I laid out three of them. One for each of you. You three can lay it on thick with the old sayings and catchphrases, the banality of it’s actually amusing at this point. I know it’s coming. You know it’s coming. I know that the best weapon you have against me is to say how you’ll be the one to finally extinguish the flame that is Nemesis. How ridiculous… As if I were some rogue spark that accidently lit the curtains on fire. I’m not some flash of success that just happened to get out of control because there was no one there to keep it in check. Trust me, there were plenty of you around to TRY to keep me under control, but all of you… ALL OF YOU.. failed. Save for Stu St. Clair, anyone who tried to challenge me ended up leaving the ring with their tail tucked beneath them questioning themselves and their abilities. It was Stu St. Clair who took the World Heavyweight Championship from me, but it doesn’t matter now. It doesn’t matter who took it from me, when they took it or why… the ONLY thing that matters is that at Trial By Fire, I don’t care if I have to burn you three to a crisp… I’m getting my belt back.”

He walks over to one of the corner tea lights. He kneels down beside it, looking down at its tiny flickering flame. With two fingers, he carefully picks it up and places it in his palm. It rests there, inches from his face. The flame dances wildly with every word out of his mouth. His eyes narrow accusingly at the little light.

Nemesis
“And it was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who took it from me. I needed it… It was the only thing left and you took it. It was all I had.. all I cared about and you STOLE it from me! … Stu St. Clair. The SNAKE… slithered in and stole the only thing I had left to care about. I remember… I remember, not like it happened yesterday, but like it happened just moments ago. I remember the blood. It was everywhere… Coming out of you, coming out of me. Splashed all over the place and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. Nothing to show for all I gave in that match, for everything I put on the line. That match could have easily killed either of us. We put it all on the line for that title. Puts things in perspective, huh? How crazy we must be to do those things to each other just for a belt. I remember how I grabbed the back of your head, taking a fistful of your hair, and I crushed your skull face-first into the concrete floor. I couldn’t believe I did it… and when I saw the blood… I couldn’t believe I liked it. It was fitting after everything you’ve done. I felt like I got some amount of revenge for the pain you’ve caused me. Then I saw you take my championship, the one thing I had left. The ONLY thing keeping me going… But it wasn’t for the belt, was it? I could say that I only lost because of my knee. I could say that it was a fluke and at my best you couldn’t touch me… Even though you and I know that’s true, Stu, I’m not going to turn an injury into a crutch. It wasn’t about the title. It wasn’t about my knee or how bad it was. ...It was a test. A test that I passed, regardless of the outcome of the match. Win or lose, I succeeded in proving to you that I am, without question, the true champion of this business. You shook my hand that night with the World Heavyweight title draped over your shoulder. The first time you had EVER done that. That’s when I knew… that I had become the successor to your throne.”

He sets the little tea light down on the cabin floor. Its flame flickers around, casting shadows.

Nemesis
“But I don’t want your throne, Stu. I refuse to be the heir of your dark reign over Crossfire. The things you’ve done are unforgivable and even though I told you that you weren’t beyond saving, it doesn’t change the destruction you left in your wake. That’s something I have to undo. I see you as a maniacal king, out of control and drunk with your own power. That needs to end and it WILL end… by me. Nobody else.. but me. It’s the way it should be, the way it’s going to be. You take my title, I take your legacy. And just like the origin of fire being quick and violent… your flame will be snuffed out just as quickly… by the one person, the only person, who can.”

Two fingers come together over the blackened wick and the tea light’s flame goes out immediately with a tiny hiss. The cabin’s room darkens slightly with only two tea lights remaining. Two flames. Two opponents. He stands and straightens himself. Turning his head slightly he glares over at another one of the small candles.

Nemesis
“Which one of these things doesn’t belong? Of course, it’s you. There’s always one of you around. One that doesn’t fit in with the rest, something superfluous. It’s you, isn’t it Ashley O’Ryan? What a proud former champion you are latching on to Devin Golden acting like his lap dog… How ridiculous. I’m supposed to believe that a man who’s sunk as low as you has any chance of walking away from the likes of Stu St. Clair and I with the championship around your waist? That’d be reckless of me to even think that, never mind believe in it. The cronies never win the title in situations like this, Ash, and that’s exactly what you are now. Devin Golden, somehow, pulled off a miracle and ended up World Heavyweight Champion and there you were to ride his coattails. What was it supposed to be, Ash? A powerhouse alliance that everyone in FWA was supposed to tremble in fear over? Spare me the pretentiousness because nobody batted an eyelash when you two decided it’d be a good idea to pair up. What I’ve learned in my time here is that no alliance, no matter how strong, will last. Not here. Not in the FWA and especially not on Crossfire. Crossfire… it’s dog-eat-dog. There’s no room for compassion or softness. It’s something I learned the hard way through Empire X and the Sons of Liberty. You can call Devin Golden your ally, your friend… even your brother, but in the end it won’t last. He’ll betray you.”

He walks over to Ashley’s flame. Slowly and casually. He stands directly over it with the tea light flickering in between the stance of his boots. The shadows cast over his face giving him a haunting, hollow appearance.

Nemesis
“You’ll pay for your part in all of this. Don’t think that because you’re not the ring leader that you won’t get the full force of vengeance. You might be a lap dog, a lowly enforcer, but you’ll get comeuppance just the same for the part you played in disgracing the World Heavyweight Championship. You stood there, holding Stu St. Clair, forcing him to watch as Devin Golden disfigured the one thing we’re all trying to attain. … You have no respect for the title, no respect for real champions… which explains why you couldn’t hold on to it to begin with. Pathetic.”

Suddenly, without warning, he thunderously stomps down on the little tea light. The wax body explodes under the force sending pieces flying. The crows outside screech and cry loudly in response. It’s darker now. Only one flame left. He saunters over to it.

Nemesis
“Respect is important in what we do. Lets us know where we started, who came before us, keeps us level-headed. Keeps us from doing something… drastic. It speaks volumes about you, Devin, that you don’t have a sliver of respect for anything other than yourself. Torching the World Heavyweight title? You must be insane. You have no idea what others have done for that belt, what I’VE done for that belt. The sacrifices we’ve had to make to hold it, just once, were all spat on by you when you decided that it was a good idea to show just how ignorant you are. Speaks volumes… of your character and of your immaturity. This is nothing more than another case of someone rising too fast too soon for their own good. You’ve had no struggle. You’ve never had to sacrifice anything. You took the path of least resistance and somehow that path took you to the World Heavyweight title. Does that sound fair to you? Does it sound right, Devin? If you think you deserve the title of champion then you’re sorely mistaken. Setting fire to the belt or not, you never deserved it. You’ve had it easy ever since the start, ever since anyone laid eyes on you and saw you had talent. They saw that you were a natural and pushed you ever since. You were on the fast track to superstardom and look how it’s treated you. You’ve turned your back on the people who’ve supported you all this time. You’ve betrayed so many trusts and you’ve spit in the faces of every person who has ever held that title and now you want us all to believe that you have the maturity, the levelheadedness, and the RESPECT that it takes to remain the champion? You’re a little kid with his first ant farm… You don’t know what you’re doing. You think you’re God, but you have no idea what it takes. What you did on Crossfire wasn’t you turning into the devil, Devin. It was you showing us all that you’re still a child playing with matches. You’ve got a lot to learn and I’ll be glad to show you what a real World Heavyweight Champion looks like. Use Ashley O’Ryan like a shield. Go ahead. Hide behind him all you want, it won’t change the fact that I’m gonna’ toss him aside like a rag doll, grab you by the throat and shove you head-first into the flames.”

Nemesis kneels and takes the tea light in his hand. He holds it just above the floor.

Nemesis
“So I’m glad it’s you, Devin. I’m glad it’s your reign I get to end. Personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Ya’ did good, kid, but your time is over. I’m not sitting by watching you disgrace something I’ve help build anymore. It’s over for you, Devin. You may have turned your back, but that just allows me to see how big the bullseye has gotten. You’re an easy target. Easy prey. And I can’t wait to BURN that spoiled, smug look off your face.”

He tips the candle over. The flame is upside down, almost touching the floor. Just barely missing it. The flame bends upward almost trying to avoid the floor.

Nemesis
“Now your flame… Will create my inferno.”

The flame finally touches the floor, just barely grazing it. The entire floor erupts in blue flame, quickly reverting to its typical orange. The fire races across the floor, away from Nemesis. It stretches up the walls, burning and smoking. Nemesis stands up. He watches the flames grow rapidly. The flames start to spread to his feet and he takes a step backward. He feels the heat warm him. Tempting fate, he stays as long as he can. He can take the heat. He pushes it almost too far, stays almost too long. He’s almost caught inside until he finally turns and walks out of the cabin. Away from it now standing in the snow, feeling the cold flakes on his face, he watches the cabin go up in flames.

Nemesis
“It’s that time of year again. The time to burn.”

A grin comes over him. He tries to fight it at first, but then gives in to it.

[carter007]

Xavier Xander Xerxes is seen in his master bedroom in his lavish Miami mansion. He is looking in the mirror and making a few more minor adjustments to his white suit. Francois is standing behind him awaiting his boss's orders. We see a young woman in Xavier's bed, sound asleep. XXX slicks his hair back and readies himself.

XXX: It's time.

Xavier turns away from the mirror and picks up his bag and hands it to Francois as they make their way to the spiral staircase. XXX stops at the base of the stairs and sees a celebration going on in his main hallway. The guests include numerous dignitaries, close friends, and Xavier's family. Well wishers begin to approach Xavier.

Well wisher #1: Xavier, good luck tonight against Cameron. This is your night!

Well wisher #2: You got this man, Cameron doesn't know whats coming!

Xavier basks in the adulation and compliments from the party attendees as he develops a cocky grin on his face. He shakes hands and shares a few laughs with people before being approached by his brother, Xavi. Xavi is shorter and much more thinner than his younger brother and doesn't have the same good looks as Xavier.

Xavi: Listen we need to talk.

XXX: Talk? About what? About how tonight I'm going to defeat Cameron Cross and become the new X-Division champion? What could possibly be so important?

Xavi is miffed by his brother's arrogance and pulls him aside.

Xavi: Look, this is the most important match of your career Xavier.

XXX crosses his arms and shrugs.

XXX: Tell me something I don't know.

Xavi rolls his eyes before he continues.

Xavi: You really don't know how big this match implication is do you?

XXX: What are you talking about?

Xavi: What I'm talking about is your future as a professional wrestler, and your stake in the company!!

XXX begins to change his demeanor and looks concerned.

XXX: Keep talking.

Xavi shakes his head in disgust.

Xavi: Typical Xavier, doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself! Ten seconds ago you didn't even want to speak to me, but now that I mention something about money, you start listening. You're not the brother I once knew.

XXX punches his wall out of anger and grabs Xavi by the collar.

XXX: Let me tell you something you little prick. That man you once knew, is gone. The world wasn't built by people who are nice, thoughtful and caring. Its built around power and human selfishness. All these people here in my house, they are here just to have a piece of the pie, and once they have their piece, they leave. In my profession, power is vested in the championship. And I'm going to whatever it takes to become one, even if it means sacrificing you to the wolves for all I care.

XXX lets him go and storms off. Xavi adjusts his suit.

Xavi: You'll be sorry.

Next we see XXX taking center stage in the middle of the hallway with a glass of champagne in his hand. The crowd begins to silent as he begins.

XXX: Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you dearly for attending tonight. This is a historic night for me, and I'm fortunate that you all will witness history.

The crowd claps.

XXX: A new day is dawning my friends. I can see the light. I remember the day when nobody would take me seriously or think that I would last a day in the world of professional wrestling. There was a time when I would generate laughter from people every time I stepped through that curtain. I received no respect. Just like all of you CEOs, ambassadors, and company founders, I realized that the people down there are fickle and weak, looking to steal away our wealth. That's why they are down there and moan, groan, complain, while we stay up here living in luxury.

He takes a sip of his champagne.

XXX: Tonight, I make my statement. Tonight, I make my mark. Tonight, I become X-Division champion. Cameron Cross is on borrowed time. Cameron Cross is just like each and every fan of the FWA, jealous, disrespectful, and pathetic. He can't wrap his mind around the fact that I live the life of a king, and that I have more money that he will ever acquire in a lifetime. He mocks and disrespects me, calls me "Trips", but perhaps his most glaring aspect is the fact that he underestimates me. All my life, I have been faced with scumbags like Cameron, people that showed no class, and no honor. I am the future ladies and gentlemen, you know it, those fans know it, and soon, the entire X-Division will know it when I defeat Cameron Cross. Thank you.

He steps off the platform to raucous applause and rousing yells from the crowd. He shakes hands and makes his way to the door, with his father waiting for him with his hand extending.

Mr. X: Nice speech kid.

The both chuckle and shake hands. XXX tries to let go of his fathers hand and leave but his father tightens his grip and glares at Xavier in the eyes.

Mr. X: Now listen, I have supported your wrestling career since day one, and I would love nothing more for you to become a deserving champion. But understand this, this match has huge implications not just for you, but for the entire family as well.

XXX senses the sincerity and seriousness in his fathers tone.

Mr. X: I plan on retiring within the coming months and give my share of the company to either you or Xavi. But I'm afraid you are being sidetracked by this whole wrestling thing, which is costing me thousands by the day. So your match is being watched by company investors, and the board of directors, and me. If you win, you will get the majority stake in the company and will be my successor, and become the champion you rightfully deserve.

Before he continues, he pulls him close and whispers in his ear.

Mr. X: But if you lose, you will serve as an embarrassment to me, your mother, your brother, and the entire company. I will cut you off until I feel you are worthy enough to regain your financial and social status, and Xavi will take control. This is my test for you Xavier, do not disappoint me.

He smiles and hugs XXX as he leaves. XXX leaves the mansion and walks to the awaiting Rolls-Royce that will take him to the arena. Francois opens the backseat door for XXX to enter, but XXX turns around and sees his father and brother standing side by side with raised champagne glasses, as a toast of good luck. Xavier takes a long look at the two and attempts to grasp with the situation he is in before he finally enters the car and drives off.